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lazyjellyfish300 · 2 months
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The Woman He Didn't Choose Part 3 🥀
Bachelor!Miguel O'Hara x Fem contestant!Reader
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Synopsis: back on the beaches of Paradise, Miguel prepares to face you for the first time since breaking your heart in front of millions during his time as the Eligible Suitor. Word count 3.1k 🖤 one of the scenes is inspired by the casino night episode of The office between Jim and Pam.
A/N: If you're unfamiliar with the show Bachelor in Paradise, here's a clip to give you an idea. Basically, it's another dating show usually in a tropical location where single people couple up, and new arrivals come in every so often and ask people on dates to shake things up, leading to drama and chaos, and couples can choose to stay together or break up in the end and there's typically an engagement. DISCLAIMER: I HAVE NO RIGHTS TO THE SHOWS THE BACHELOR OR BACHELOR IN PARADISE, ALL RIGHTS TO THE OWNERS. I CHANGED THE NAME OF THE SHOW IN THE STORY.
TW: MINORS DNI, ANGST, SMUT (DRY HUMPING, FINGERING, CUMMING IN PANTS, SPANKING, FANTASIZING) JEALOUSY, INSECURITY, PINING, DANGER, BULLYING, HEARTBREAK) sorry if I forgot anything...
Part 1 , Part 2, Part 4
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Thud...thud...thud.... 
"I...okay come on now...Mig...jeez. Get a grip!" Jess weakly tries to yank Miguel away from the bar which he was starting to pathetically knock his head against, the feeling in his body becoming deadweight; the buzz from the tequila partially responsible as he slumped backwards towards Jess. 
"Aaaa! Noir-HELP!" 
Jess jumped out of the way, no match for Miguel's huge frame and Noir was too sluggish and he toppled backwards off his bar stool onto the ground with a small thump. 
Noir and Jess looked down at the dazed expression on his face. A man tortured by Cupid laying in the sand, shirt half unbuttoned.
"You know, she had to watch you makeout with a different woman every single Monday for twelve weeks?" Noir points out. "Sometimes even back to back-woof."
Miguel blinks at him in response. 
"Seriouslyy though, not to mention the fairytale suites when you literally hooked up with two other women." Jess adds. "Honestly, you deserved this one." 
Miguel starts to groan, mumbling incoherent word jumbo, the inflections in his voice raising higher in pitch, making him sound like a giant baby as he rubbed circles in his eyes with the heel of his palm. 
Noir and Jess look at each other. It was gonna be a long night with this one. 
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You and Peter keep getting busy by the pool, everyone stayed clear of a 50 foot radius while your passionate escapade went on, the sounds you were making were painfully obvious. 
You were straddling Peter still, one of his hands in your swim suit bottoms as he curled two fingers inside your soft pussy. Peter looked up at you, your bouncing breasts, the soft texture of your skin, God everything about you was completely divine in this moment as you rode his lap. 
"Fuck...." He bit his lip as he thrust his hips, synchronizing them with yours. "You're close baby, aren't ya...? Talk to me, beautiful...." 
"Peter...." The pretty sounds you were making became more breathy. You brought your own hands to your tits, squeezing them, giving them a caress, putting on a show for him as you erotically lolled your head backwards. 
"Good God...." Peter's mouth slowly inched open, leaning back just a little so he could get a better view, the burning hickory color in his eyes completely overtaken by carnal desire, making him look so sexy in the dark.
"I could get used to watching you do that, baby...." He panted harder, adding his thumb to your clit. 
You whined sharply and he pulled you down closer, groaning as he felt your breasts squish against his chest, you nearly shoved your tongue down his throat but this only excited him further. He gave a low sensual growl into your mouth at the sensation. "So eager...mmm I'm loving this..." 
"Yeah baby?" You coo sweetly into his ear, letting him hear your impassioned moans.
"Fuck.... yeah..." Peter groaned, his hand landing another sharp spank on your ass, his fingers locking around your ass cheek right after it made contact. "Cum all over my hand, sweetheart..." he said through clenched teeth. 
"Peter..." You plead, the peak of your arousal nearly reached with the way his thumb gently kneaded your clit, delivering waves of wetness between your thighs. "I wanna cum on your cock..." 
"Oh my God...." Peter shut his eyes, that fiery coil building momentum in his body, he was close to his end as well. "I'll let you cum on my cock later, baby...I promise..." 
"Please, Peter?" 
"I know, beautiful...I know... it's okay, lovely girl..." He bites his lip again, curling his body deliciously below you. "Cum on my hand for me... just like this..."
You scream his name and give him just that, your warm arousal leaking all over him, and he cums in his swim trunks. He groans loudly, grabbing you by your neck with his free hand. You jerk towards him harshly at first, then the movement is more gentle as you meet him in a tender kiss. You melt as your tongues dance once more. You can't resist a cheeky smile in between kisses, a faint chuckle rolling off his lips into your mouth as he cutely brushes his nose against yours. 
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The cameras focus on you and Peter making your way down the stone steps onto the beach where the rest of the couples were hanging out. You had a huge smile plastered on your face, your fingers tangled with Peter's as one of his arms rested comfortably around your shoulder, holding you close. Your unofficial first entrance as the newest couple in Paradise. 
"Here-sit up." Jess hits Miguel's stomach with the back of her hand when she sees you and Peter approach, and he corrects his slouch and sits up proudly in his seat, his large pecs pushed up in a slightly comical matter. 
"You're overdoing it..." Jess murmurs out of the corner of her mouth. Miguel gulps and relaxes his shoulders a little bit, his heart beating out of his chest as he sees you face to face for the first time in months. 
All eyes are on you and Peter as people stand up from around the beachside bonfire, cheering for you two. Felicia squeals and runs up to you. You giggle and give her a hug and tug her back towards the tiki bar where you two go to catch up on the spicy events with Peter that just transpired. 
Ben pats the seat next to him, gesturing for Peter to sit down with a smirk on his face. "Well?" 
Peter just nods silently, a huge smile breaking out on his lips and the tops of his cheeks turning a healthy red.
"My man...." Ben slaps Peter on the back and hands him a beer, a snap and fizz as the can cracks open. "I'm happy for you buddy...let's drink to that." They laugh loudly and clink their beer cans together.
From across the fire pit, MJ's face remains neutral, although an intangible aura of tension hangs around her. She starts to blink rapidly as she tries to not give away her obvious jealousy, turning her attention to George next to her instead who's yapping loudly with Web-Slinger, cringing internally when she hears the problematic quality of the drunken jibberish he's spouting off. 
Miguel's face and chest gets hot again as he watches Peter and Ben, his jaw tense. Then, he looks over at you, playfully gossiping with Felicia. He stands up, slowly walking towards you two at the bar, his fingers tightening around the now sandy and slightly wilted rose he dropped earlier. 
In your peripheral vision, you sense someone approaching. You turn your head just a little, locking eyes with the target, nod, then turn back to face Felicia. Your neck nearly breaks when you jerk your head to look back at the target again, realizing it's not just anyone. 
It's Miguel. 
Your biggest heartbreak, the one who sat at the back of your mind at all times. His voice and his words a record that your ears forced you to listen to over and over again. The man responsible for humiliating you in front of millions of people behind a TV screen. The man who promised you the world and planted visions of a fairytale ending in your head then did a 180 the next day. The man who quite literally ripped your heart in half, repeatedly, forced you to watch him develop feelings, get physical and whisper sweet nothings to other women week after week as the show aired.  
Your Roman Empire standing before you in the form of rich scarlet eyes, a chiseled jaw, and that damned shy smile that was tugging at your heart strings, even now despite the months of torment he brought you. 
"Hi...." He says softly, eyes not wavering from yours. He was looking at you like you were the only person on that beach. Felicia's jaw fell open, the cameras were painfully close to your face, capturing your deer in headlights expression as you reacted in real time to this unbelievable twist of fate.
You remain a statue as he gently lifts his hand, offering you the lightly soiled rose. "Can we go talk, please?" His voice reduces to a whisper, the pleading in his tone emphasized by the way his eyebrows crinkle in the middle, those crimson eyes in an expression mimicking a sad puppy. 
You feel your knees get a little weak as your neck slightly cranes to look at him, his countenance reducing you to a puddle, but you realize immediately that you need to stay strong, don't be so fast to lower the drawbridge to your heart just yet. This man didn't choose you, and here he conveniently was right when you thought you had a spark for someone else. 
"What are you doing here?" You ask, your eyes narrowing, tone crisp and sharp. Miguel takes a deep breath, prepared to meet your figurative blade you had pointed at him in self defense. 
"It's a long story. I'll explain everything if you let me?" The corners of Miguel's eyes soften even more, every bit of his body language is submissive, begging, pleading with you to hear him out. 
Felicia looks at him incredulously, her icy eyes flicker to you, trying to read your expression. 
"Don't do it..." she mutters to you quietly. 
Miguel clearly heard what she said, but that doesn't stop him from still staring at you, holding his breath.
Your eyes move to Felicia and you place your hand on her forearm, gently pushing your cocktail towards her. 
"Just trust me...I got this..." you mutter back.
Felicia nods slowly, taking your cocktail in her hand. She shoots one last suspicious glare in Miguel's direction and walks back towards the bonfire to sit next to Ben, who's laughing loudly with Peter, both of them not paying any attention to what's going on. 
Miguel offers his arm to you but you shake your head, crossing your arms as you both walk side by side along the beach, the waves gently crashing as the nighttime descends along the shore. One of the cameramen keeping a healthy distance behind you. 
"So?" You say, keeping your eyes straight ahead, concentrating on some of the rocky cliffs in the distance. "What happened with Xina?" 
Miguel sighs. "I ended it." 
"You ended it?" you ask, slightly surprised at the revelation. "Thought you were in love..." 
"I was..." Miguel said curtly. You feel your heart skip at the past tense of his words. 
"What happened?" 
Miguel blows out air slowly from his nostrils. "She wasn't who I thought she was. I realized we were incompatible." 
You raise your eyebrows. You know him well enough to know there's more to the story. You'd get it out of him later when the cameras were off. 
"Well, sorry to hear that." You say, feigning sympathy. 
Miguel tries not to smile, thankful the darkness is concealing his face. He also knows you well enough to know that you certainly aren't sorry for him in the least. "So, you and Peter, huh?"
You smile, looking down at the sand. You both come to a stop in the middle of the beach, now quite a ways away from the others, the moon keeping watch above you, a camera zoomed in on your face.
 "Yeah..." you say, trying not to go into too much detail. "He caught me by surprise. We have a lot in common, so... I think I'm going to give this a shot." you nod, looking up at Miguel. 
Miguel is completely disappointed by this, but he nods, doing his best to conjure up a smile.
"I'm happy for you." 
A lie. 
"I hope that things go well with you two."
Another lie. 
"You deserve to be happy." 
The truth, even if it cut him a million times to say it out loud. 
"Thanks, Miggy..." You whisper. 
God, he would kiss you right now if he could. Why'd you call him by his damn nickname? Miguel's hands bunch into fists in his swim trunk pockets. His eyes go a little half lidded as he looks down at you. Heartbreak aside, you looked absolutely magnificent under the beach moonlight. 
Under different circumstances if he wasn't so foolish, you two would be in a location like this on your honeymoon, where you two wouldn't have any responsibilities besides letting the sun bathe your skin, and he'd keep your wine glass full, weaving pretty tropical flowers into your hair as you sat across from him at some lively outdoor restaurant on the waterfront. 
Where every night he'd take you to the shared cozy bungalow you two were staying in, groaning and biting his lip at the sight of your strapless maxi dress being tugged down the curves of your body, your lips parting, calling for him, begging for him to be inside...
"Can we be friends?" You ask. 
Miguel huffs, his fantasy brought to an abrupt halt, bringing him back to his less than ideal reality. "Don't do that..." Miguel shakes his head, looking upwards in defeat. "I want more than that..." He whispers, a lump forming in his throat. 
God, how much you wanted to just pretend like the last several months didn't happen and wrap your arms around him in that moment, too. But you know you can't. You owed it to yourself to see this through with Peter. It was time to put yourself first. "Well...I can't..." 
Miguel shakes his head, cutting you off. "I don't wanna hear it...sorry." Miguel sighs. 
You nod, understanding that every word that came from your mouth would just be a dagger to him. You stand there with him in uncomfortable silence. 
Miguel thinks deeply for several more moments, then speaks, "Maybe one day, we could work towards that..." 
In his mind he knows damn well he's not referring to being just friends. He's smart enough to know that if he truly wants to win you back, he'll cut his loss and remain civil and friendly. Then, and maybe just then, this little "fling" you have going on with Parker will fizzle out and he'll be there, ready to catch you. 
You look at Miguel, a little surprised at his change in demeanor but you welcome it, happy that things don't need to remain bitter between you.
"Absolutely..." You hold your hand out to him, a friendly truce. "We're good?" 
Miguel nods. "Good..." He echos. 
You two shake hands and your lips part slightly at the warmth of his palm and how tightly he wraps his fingers around yours. The corner of Miguel's mouth twitches upwards ever so slightly as he pulls you closer to him, a little bait and switch behind this supposedly platonic handshake. 
You're helpless, drowning in the ruby waters of his eyes, the oceanic atmosphere making him all the more tempting. 
He's helpless too, a situation he was trying to avoid altogether but he put himself in it anyway. He'd put up with seeing you all over Peter if it meant you'd still be within arm's reach. He'd be the broom and dustpan for you at a moment's notice the moment Peter carelessly dropped your heart. There was a good chance it would happen since he knew Peter was as stuck on MJ as he was on you. 
Felicia calls for you, and your intimate moment is interrupted, Miguel stifling a sigh of defeat as you whip your head in her direction. You start walking back rapidly towards the bonfire, picking up the pace when you see Felicia is frantic, the cameraman struggling to keep up with you. 
"It's Jess..." Felicia huffs, out of breath. "She's sick, we gotta go make sure she's okay... there's an ambulance here and everything!" 
Your heart drops to your stomach and you look at Miguel, also worried at the sudden change of events, hoping all is well. 
You three scurry towards the resort entrance, but the ambulance is already pulling away. Ben is hanging his head grimly, walking towards you, Felicia, and Miguel. "She's gone to the hospital, Noir is with her..." 
You bring a hand over your mouth in shock. Felicia lets out a soft whimper in sadness for her friend. Ben wraps Felicia into a hug. Miguel looks at you with worried eyes, going to place his hand on your shoulder in consolation but he freezes when he sees Peter approaching. 
"Hey, you..." 
"Oh!" You're caught a little off guard when Peter sweeps you into an embrace, Miguel turning around in the opposite direction. You close your eyes and relax, wrapping your arms around Peter's waist. "Will she be okay?" 
Peter looks at you, carefully brushing hair out of your eyes. "I think so...don't worry, she's at the hospital getting the best care in the world." 
You nod and smile, looking up at him. The group stands around for a bit, murmuring in confusion, Miguel awkwardly on his own, trying not to make eye contact with you as he paces in place. 
The host, Jason Donner, speaks in a voiceover: 
"Next time, on Singles in Paradise..."
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Felicia runs across the wooden bridge connecting the resort bungalows, nearly tripping into the shiny swimming pools on either side of the walkway. 
"New arrival! New arrival! Wake the fuck up! There's a new arrival!" 
You and Miguel are sipping smoothies in the common area, awkwardly sitting on opposite sides of the couch when Felicia runs in, huffing and puffing... "New girl...just arrived..." 
Before you can ask who or what, Felicia's already disappeared leaving both you and Miguel puzzled. 
A small brunette walks in. Her hair is in a bob cut with fiery blue eyes. She has a pearly white smile and a stringy pink bikini. You get a rotten feeling in your stomach. 
"Dana?" Miguel asks. His eyebrows raising in surprise. 
Why the fuck did it have to be Dana...she was one of the villains during Miguel's season. She was eliminated probably only on week 3 but she was AWFUL. Just plain rude. She would smile sweetly and ask the other women where they got their outfit only for her to say it was the ugliest fucking outfit she ever saw in her camera confessionals.
Boasting loudly how she'd gladly fuck Gabriel if she ever had the chance, making you and the rest of the women in the house totally uncomfortable. The complete opposite of a girl's girl. A real pick me. 
She waltzes up to Miguel, completely ignoring you, a date card in her hand. "Miguel! Wanna go chat?" 
No....
Miguel looks bewildered but he smiles politely, nodding as he stands up. She takes his arm, looking up at him with doe eyes as they walk away. Miguel glances at you then looks straight ahead. 
Jealousy sinks its fangs into your neck once more...
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thezoraprince · 2 years
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A Trip to the Lake - Sidon x Reader
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“if possible, and as silly as you want to make it: imagines where reader is link’s companion fairy (like navi). all i can imagine is sidon looking like he's talking to thin air, and everyone is confused, but he lifts up one of his little fin-flap thingies and it turns out you were sitting on his shoulder the whole time” - anon
this was my very first request on this page, and i’m so happy to have FINALLY finished it! when first reading it, it reminded me of that episode from the office where jim and pam are talking on the world’s smallest bluetooth, and jim pranks dwight into thinking he’s talking to himself. so, needless to say that i used some dialogue and inspo from that. (s5 ep7) this one took me a while, and i DEFINITELY need to brush up on writing lol
enjoy :)
(p.s.: i know totk has definitely changed they way we’ve expected hyrule to be rebuilt, so i’m just gonna pretend that we haven’t seen anything yet and keep everything normal-ish for this little piece.)
y/n - your name
(requests are open!)
Toto Lake is always beautiful this time of year. But you can’t see it, anyway. All you can see is the inside of Sidon’s ear fin. You’ve sat on his shoulder the whole trip up, and how you’ve managed to stay on, and hidden, is a mystery to the both of you. You're all sat on the bank side, the other three looking out into the waters. You? All you can see is a deep scarlett fin.
Zelda and Link decided to join the two of you. You don't seem to know that they think you're not there, yet. You try to make conversation, but the sound of your voice is muffled by Sidon's ear fin. Zelda is going on and on about how beautiful Castletown is looking after the restoration of most of the buildings and fountains, as well as how much foliage has grown since the malice has disappeared. Link pulls out the Sheikah Slate and shows Sidon a photo. You manage to catch a quick glimpse before he puts it away. 
“Wow!” Sidon says. “Castletown is really coming together.”
Zelda smiles. “I can’t wait to see how it will look when everything’s finished! With so many homes and businesses rebuilt, hopefully it will be as lively as it was before the Calamity.”
You sit quietly, listening to their conversation. You’ve caught on by this point, and you really want to make it worth while. 
“Hey,” you whisper. “what sounds good for dinner?”
Sidon thinks for a moment. “I really like the idea of hearty salmon for tonight. How does that sound to you?”
Zelda and Link both give him a look of confusion.
“Well,” Zelda begins, “that was extremely out of context, but I do love hearty salmon.”
Link nods in agreement. 
Sidon turns to Zelda. “What do you mean?” 
“Hearty salmon.” she continues. “Didn't you ask if it sounded good?”
“Yes, but--”
“Are you alright, Sidon?” Zelda stands up and places her hand on Sidon’s forehead. “You feel a little cold.”
“I mean…” Sidon watches her sit back down. “that could be because of the contrast of Zora and Hylian body temperatures.”
“Very true.”
Everyone sat in silence for a bit. Zelda was wading in the shallow part of the lake, and Link was skipping pebbles across the water. 
“You know what would be great?” Sidon asked.
“Hmm.”
“If we had some bright-eyed crab with our salmon."
Zelda and Link once again give him that look.
“Huh?” Zelda stands up and walks over to him.
“What?”
Zelda sighs. “Are you sure you’re feeling well?”
“Yes, Princess.” Sidon speaks a little more sternly. “I’m feeling perfectly normal.”
Link snickers at the two of them.
“I’m being serious!” She continues on. “You’ve not been your normal self today, Sidon. You’ve been talking to thin air, laughing over nothing, and going on about dinner plans we didn’t even make the whole time we’ve been here. What’s going on?”
“I’m talking to y/n.”
“Y/n’s not here, Sidon!”
Sidon raises an eyebrow at her. “What are you talking about? I have been ta— ”
“Wait, shut up.”
“I’m sorry?”
Zelda puts a finger to her lips and whispers. “Shh. Do you hear that?”
Sidon’s eyes widen. “Hear what?”
“Breathing… Is that you?”
“Well, I am breathing, yes.”
Zelda looks around. “Well, stop. Hold your breath.” She walks over to the other side of Sidon. “I still hear it… Who’s there? Link?!” She turns to look at the boy in blue.
OH!!!” Sidon raises up his ear fin, and there you are, sitting on his shoulder.
“Hi!” You wave at Zelda.
Link is absolutely rolling with laughter. 
Zelda’s face turns bright red in humiliation. “I—”
Sidon interrupts. “I seriously forgot you couldn’t see y/n! I’m so sorry for worrying you!”
Zelda sits back down yet again, her face buried in her hands from embarrassment.
“You have to admit though,” You jump off Sidon’s boulder and walk over to her. “that was the funniest hour and a half you’ve had in a long time.”
Zelda lifts her head. “Yeah, you’re right.”
“And besides,” you add. “you’re always invited to dinner!”
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fandom-hoarder · 2 months
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Dean Timeline Repost for Future Reference
Since many of us do not (or soon will not) have access to the Dean Timeline by @/soft-pine as a resource, I've decided to repost it before I've actually had the time to read the whole thing myself. I tried adding the original to the Wayback Machine, but because the original post has a readmore on it, I don't know of a way to save the full post to the Wayback Machine. (If anyone knows a way, please let me know in the notes or something.)
For this reason, I'm posting this without a cut at first, so I can (hopefully) save a screenshot to the Wayback Machine. Once that's done, I will put a cut to save the dash. I will have reblogs turned off until I've added a readmore and a WBM link to this post.
Updated with WBM archive link. It still gives a tumblr login wall after a couple seconds, so if you need to use it you'll want to select all and copy pretty quickly.
Link address (add after h tt ps : // and delete spaces) web. archive. org / web/20240307174920/ ht tps : //www . tumblr . com / fandom-hoarder /744313831414792192 /dean-timeline-repost-for-future-reference ? source = share
When consulting this timeline as a canon resource, I would keep in mind that John's Journal is not technically canon, and that some factoids from the TV canon may be unreliable narration or retcons (such as the mention of the Grand Canyon in s8, when previous canon already states that Sam and Dean have never been there.)
Originally posted by @/soft-pine:
Timeline of Every Anecdote from Dean's Childhood in Supernatural
This is super open to feedback and suggestions if I missed something. This also includes a few quotes and things from a couple of the tie-in novels where they don't conflict with canon.
Content notes: death, child abuse, alcohol
1983
Dean is 4
John & Mary used to call Dean their “little piglet” because he liked to eat so much. [1]
Dean played T-ball. [2]
Mouse Trap is Dean's favorite game. [3]
Mary would feed Dean tomato-rice soup when he was sick. [4]
Mary would sing "Hey Jude" as a lullaby. [5]
Dean really likes Mary's meatloaf. He doesn't know she gets it from Piggly Wiggly. [6]
Between May and November John and Mary had a fight and John left home for a few days. [7]
November 2 - Mary Winchester dies, Sam is 6 months old.
November 6 - Mary Winchester's funeral. Her uncle arranges a headstone even though she doesn't have a body. [8] John Doesn't go. [9]
Before November 16 – They're staying with friends, Mike and Kate. [8] John Meets Missouri. [11]
November 16 – John walks out of Mike & Kate's. Takes boys to Julie's. Goes to see Missouri. Julie gets killed. They leave Lawrence. [12] “Got the hell out of Lawrence. If I never go back, it'll be too soon. Not for Dean, though. The first thing he wanted to know was when we would go remember a home [sic]. But we don't have a home anymore, Dean. The sooner you get used to that, the better.” [13]
John leaves a box of pictures in the basement of the house. [14]
November 20 – Dean sees John kill a shapeshifter. [15] “Dean walked out of the roadhouse right when I put the final bullet into the shape-shifter's head. And he said, 'Why'd you kill him, Dad?'” [16]
November 21 – Boys are with Pam & Bill in Elgin. John's first night away from them. [17] “Here's what I wish I could say to Dean – Your brother's too young to understand any of this, but you're beginning to. And that scares me. Since your mother died, I've seen unspeakable things, and now you've seen them and that's my fault.... Until then, I can only pray that you're strong enough to look after Sam. One of us has to be.” [18]
November 25 – John meets Pastor Jim. [19]
November 29 – John gets the boys from Elgin & leaves. [20]
December - Dean still hardly talks. He never budges from John's side – "or from his brother. Every morning, Dean is inside the crib, arms wrapped around baby Sam. Like he’s trying to protect him from whatever is out there in the night. [21]
December 11 - Sammy has finally started sleeping through the night, and now that Dean shares a bed with him, he’s out like a light as well. [22]
December 25 - "a crooked two foot tall plastic tree, a bunch of junk food stuffed in the stockings, and a pile of sports equipment for the boys… football, basketball, soccer." [23]
December 29 - “Dean hasn't been the same since he saw me kill that shape-shifter. I don't know how to talk to him about it. He's not even five years old. Most kids his age don't even have a clear idea what death is, and he's seen it up close and personal. What do I say to him? How old does he have to be before I tell him the truth?”[24]
13.21 (okay this is technically in a dream of Sam's)
http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/John%27s_Journal_(diary_entries)
14.17
5.13
5.13
12.2
5.16
2.04
"John's Winchester's Journal" by Alex Irvine
http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/John%27s_Journal_(diary_entries)
John's Journal
John's Journal
John's Journal
1.09
John's Journal
John's Journal
John's Journal
John's Journal
John's Journal
John's Journal
http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/John%27s_Journal_(diary_entries) & John's Journal
http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/John%27s_Journal_(diary_entries) & John's Journal
http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/John%27s_Journal_(diary_entries) & John's Journal
John's Journal
1984
Dean is 5
“I realized I can't leave [Dean] in school... I know he should be able to run around with other kids, who don't know how to field-strip the Browning. Well, Dean doesn't either, yet. But he's learning. He's got a talent for guns. I can see it already. And he'll need it.” [1]
May 2 – John meets Daniel Elkins. [2]
May 17 - “Sammy took his first steps yesterday. He walked toward Dean, then fell flat on his face and started crying. Life is tough, kid. Do I sound like a proud dad? I am.” [3]
1-3. John's Journal
1985
Dean is 6
January 24 - “It's been more than a year since he saw me kill a shape-shifter. He doesn't talk about it anymore. And he's stopped asking when he's going to go to school. Maybe this year, now that he's a little older, now that he knows a little more about things. I've been teaching him. Not the worst stuff, but enough so he knows that there are things that go bump in the night.” [1]
September 7 – Dean's first day of school. [2] “He asked on the way in whether kids in school learned the same stuff he'd been learning. I had to tell him that maybe it wasn't a good idea for him to talk about Dad's job on the playground. He came home on the top of the world, and he brought me worksheets with the names of the different parts of a fish...” [3]
November 2 - “Dean saw something on my face, or maybe it was just that he knew what day it is. When I got here, he came up to me and asked if I'd had a tough hunt. I couldn't talk for a minute.” [4]
November 14 – John takes Dean shooting the first time. “Took Dean shooting. If he's big enough to try to comfort me, he's big enough to start learning the tools of the trade. I only let him fire the .22, but he is a deadeye marksman. My drill sergeant would have taken him over me in a second. Times like this, I sure am proud of my boy. I have a feeling it will be different with Sammy. Maybe he's just too young to show it, but I don't think he's got the same kind of killer instinct.” [5] John takes Dean out shooting for the first time, using bottles as target practice. According to Dean, he "bullseyed every one of them." Dean remembers this story as him being “6 or 7." Dean cites this story as one of the fonder memories of his father. [6]
Rufus spent the whole year being nice. It was the worst year of his life.
1-5. John's Journal
6. 2.06
1986
Dean is 7. “For his seventh birthday, I took Dean shooting again. He wanted to fire one of the big guns – that's what he called them. I let him shoot the Browning, but I steadied his hands. Sammy wanted me to help him make Dean a card.” [1]
Dean starts having a crush on Daisy Duke. [2]
April 16 – Bill Harvelle dies. [3]
May 2 - “Sammy is three years old today. We celebrated with ice-cream cake. He was still wearing most of it when he fell asleep. Dean's sleeping too, the two of them in the same bed. The room only has one bed. I'll sleep on the floor... Some nights it's enough to watch them sleep, and know that if they start having a nightmare, I'll be right there to stop it.” [4]
September 5 – Dean starts second grade. “I watch him like a hawk. He makes me swear that I'll take good care of Sammy before he'll go to school. God, I love that kid.... Sammy's a very different kid. He hasn't taken to the idea of hunting bad guys, and he's still too young to really understand what it means to avenge his mother.” [5]
November 2 – “Dean watches his little brother like a hawk every minute, with an expression on his face that says he's willing to die to keep Sammy safe. [Mary] doesn't know how it tears me up inside to see that expression, and to know that it's there because I have drilled it into Dean that Sammy is his responsibility. He's eight [sic] years old, and I've told him his brother's life is in his hands. Mary, I didn't have any right to do that. But what else could I do?” [6]
John began the masked vampire case - looking into killings and kidnappings along Route 77. [7]
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11.13
2.06, 2.14 & John's Journal
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15.20
1987
Dean is 8
January 24 - Dean's school has a party for him then John takes them to Chuck E. Cheese's. [1]
John takes Dean and Sam on a donkey ride at the Grand Canyon. Dean’s donkey is very flatulent which Sam finds very funny. [2]
May 2 – John has to pull Dean out of school because a demon knows where they are. “Dean understands.” [3]
May 17 - “I'm starting to figure out you can move a kid from school to school every month, and the schools deal with it because they have to. A part of me wonders how the kids deal with it. But sons have to be soldiers. And soldiers adapt.” [4]
July 13 – A hunt goes bad for John in Portland, Maine. “We were almost to the New Hampshire state line and I'd told Dean a little about what had happened, because I was so frustrated and ashamed that I had to talk to someone. Sammy was asleep the whole time. Then Dean asked me one of those killer questions that little kids come up with. 'Dad,' he says, 'Won't the manitou go after other people now?' That's a hard thing to face. Not that he asked the question, or that he was right, but that he had a better sense of right and wrong than I did.” [5]
November 2 - “Dean asked me today what she looked like. He never talks about her on any other day but this one. I couldn't even show him a picture, so I told him what you tell a boy who asks about his dead mother. I told him that she was beautiful and kind and she loved him and Sammy more than anything in the world.” [6]
Dean has begun hunting. [7]
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11.08
1988
Dean is 9
January 24 - “We're on our third move, so he might not finish third grade. He calls himself the New Kid all the time. He's been to three schools already this year. Who knows how many more.” [1]
May 2 - John is hunting a Shtriga in Wisconsin when he leaves Sam and Dean alone in a hotel room. Dean gets bored and goes out and comes back to find the Shtriga attacking Sammy. John returns in time to scare the Shtriga off. [2] “I could blame Dean, but it's my fault. There's enough blame to go around. I missed the kill, and I left Dean watching Sam, and he couldn't pull the trigger when he needed to. I haven't taught him well enough. If he is weak like that again, my boys will die... but what kind of father am I to put my a nine-year-old boy in a situation where he might have to kill to protect his brother? I'm the kind of father I have to be. I'm the kind of father who teaches his boys that no man or monster can kill their mother and get away with it.” [3]
They know Pastor Jim by this point. [4]
Dean and Sam (5) were playing dress up as Batman and Superman and jump of the roof of a shed. Sam breaks his arm and Dean took him to the E.R. on the handlebars of his bike. [5]
May – John knows Bobby by now. [6]
December 5 - “Dean's teacher called to tell me that he got a subscription to Weekly World News, and had it delivered to school. How is he paying for it? I could ask him, but he's already too sharp to give me a straight answer. And I could force him to, but there's no point. If that makes him feel more at him in this world...” [7] (Dean later misremembers the name of the newspaper.[8])
At some point before now Dean is given his first beer by Fred Jones in Salt Lake City. [9]
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1.18
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1.18
9.15 (mentioned again in 11.08)
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2.03
8.08. He also apparently gives Sam his first beer too but it's unlikely it was this same time?
1989
Dean is 10
January 24 - “Dean turns ten today. Regan out of office.” [1]
Dean knows how to drive. [2] “Not young like I was when he actually taught me how to drive.” [3] (If Sam learned to drive by 9 (see 1992), it stands to reason Dean would have learned at least that early if not sooner.)
“When I was 10, I got my first B&E from borrowing some family's pay-per-view so I could watch the cage match between you and the Tower of Power.” [4]
May 2 – Sam turns six. John sends him to kindergarten. “He's such a different kid than Dean. Quiet, watchful. He's learned that there are things to fear in the world, but where Dean wants to fight them, you get the sense that Sammy watches, learns.” [5]
July 4 – Dean & Sam are in a day camp. Staying nights with Pastor Jim – camping in his yard. “On the fifth day of the camp, Dean was canoeing through an easy rapids on the Blue Earth River. Things went bad. Dean swore to me when he came back that he'd seen something – only he said 'someone' – capsize the canoe. I didn't think about it too much... until the next week when another canoe went over and the counselor paddling it died.” John pulls them from camp. [6]
Dean: "You couldn't been more than 5— you just started asking questions. How come we didn't have a mom? Why do we always have to move around? Where'd Dad go when he'd take off for days at a time? I remember I begged you, "Quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don't want to know.... I just wanted you to be a kid... Just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you... Keep you safe... Dad didn't even have to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It's like I had one job... I had one job..." [7]
November 2 - “Today I overheard the boys talking about her, about her death. Sammy's old enough to be asking hard questions, and I think that's making Dean think about some things that he'd put away until now. He's a tough little kid, Dean. Like me. But he's also like me in the way he holds things in. Now his little brother is asking him things and he's got to figure out a way to protect Sammy while Sammy's questions put him through the emotional wringer all over again.” [8]
Bobby takes Dean to play catch instead of “practice with the double-barrel” as John had instructed Dean. In the flash back Rufus guesses the year is around 1989. “No, we didn't shoot rifles, as a matter of fact. We threw a ball around. He's a kid, John. They both are. They're entitled.... Yeah, I know I ain't their dad.” Bobby hangs up and throws the phone down. [9]
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http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/Origins_1
11.04
11.15
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2.22
John's Journal
7.10
1980s General
(i.e. there isn't a specific date mentioned for this but I'm guessing from context that it happened in this decade)
Sam sticks army men into Baby's ashtray. [1]
Dean sticks Legos into the vents. [2]
Dean eating all of Sam's Halloween candy sometime. [3]
John taking them to see World of Wrestling. Sometime before Dean is ten. Dean calls it “one of the nicest things” John ever did. Sam remembers John getting drunk. [4]
John takes Dean fishing. When Dean tells Jack, Jack feels from his tone that it's his happiest memory of John. [5]
Dean telling Sam a stupid joke to distract him from ripping off bandaids when he was little. [6]
The first beer John shared with Dean tasted like "crap". [7]
Sam's memory of Thanksgivings: “We had a bucket of extra-crispy and Dad passed out on the couch. [8]
"I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up." [9]
Dean says he believed the TV ads about Sea Monkeys having families [10]
Dean mentions a babysitter, Mrs Chancy, who was obsessed with the TV show Dynasty [11], which ran until 1989 when Dean was ten. This could be a lie he's just telling a kid to get him to open up about his babysitter though.
"Alright, here we go. John Winchester's famous cure-all kitchen sink stew. There you go. Enough cayenne pepper in there to burn your lips off, just like Dad used to make."
"You used to read to me, um, when I was little, I— I mean, really little, from that— from that old, uh... Classics Illustrated comic book. You remember that? ... Knights of the Round Table. Had all of King Arthur's knights, and they were all on the quest for the Holy Grail. And I remember looking at this picture of Sir Galahad, and, and, and he was kneeling, and— and light streaming over his face..."
5.22
5.22
12.11 & 14.04
11.15
14.17
15.01
15.20
5.16
1.22
5.06
5.06
8.21
8.21
1990
Dean is 11
January 24 - “Dean turns eleven today. He asked for his own gun, and I got him one. A Seecamp LWS .32 automatic, the smallest gun I could find that offered any kind of stopping power. Dean and I poured silver slugs for it ourselves and we loaded it with alternating silver and Winchester hollow-points. He's got it in his pocket now.” [1]
January - John is injured on a hunt in Windom, Minnesota, and goes to the hospital, where he meets Kate Milligan. [2]
May 2 – They've moved around enough that Sam is behind in school. John thinks he should do more like home teaching. “I'd ask Dean to do it, but there's only so much you can pile on a kid. Having Sammy's life in his hands is enough for Dean; he can't be responsible for home-schooling Sammy too.” [3]
September 29 - Adam Milligan is born. [4]
At some point Dean makes a sawed off. He's in sixth grade. [5]
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4.19
John's Journal
4.19
3.03
1991
Dean is 12
February – Winchesters go to Albuquerque for a few months. Dean “even talked about wanting to play basketball this spring, but I'm not sure he's serious. I think he's taking cues from me, talking about everyday stuff when I try to keep us in one place. Then when we're on the road again, all he can talk about is hunting.” [1]
March – Sam played a sunbeam in the school play and talking about a science project to enter into the school fair. John working construction. [2]
March 17 – The kids play soccer. [3]
April 1 – John quits his job. Mrs Lyle kidnaps Sam – taking him to a regional science fair but not. “Dean came through. I don't have any words for how proud I am of him. His brother's under some kind of spell, there's a giant monster made out of train parts coming after me, and he has the presence of mind to find the journal and read the exorcism out of it. I almost lost both of my boys today.... How am I going to explain to Sammy that we're not going back to school?... To top it all off, I had to give Sammy a sharp lecture on not talking to strangers. While I was on the phone with Bobby, he just got out of the car and went up to a black Seville. I read him the riot act – Dean too, since he let it happen and it's his job to watch Sammy. All Sammy would say about it was that the guy wanted to know where we were going.” [4]
April 7 – At Bobby's. [5]
April 18 – Silas, friend of Bobby's tells John Sam is special. [6]
April 19 – John taking Dean deer hunting. “It's out of season but the Dakotas are lousy with Deer and Dean needs to pull a trigger to sharpen him up.... The hunting trip was nearly a disaster. Dean missed the shot. I sent him after the buck, a beautiful twelve-pointer, and he dropped the gun when he tripped on the trail. Then out of nowhere comes Sammy, who picks up the gun and lays that big boy out. A seven-year old... well, almost eight. Then he tells me that the deer had taken Dean's gun, and that Sammy had to protect him.” Sam got a ride from the Black Seville to the trail. They go back to see Silas. Dean & John leave for an hour but they see the Seville. Go back to Silas'. John leaves Dean outside with Sam on the porch but John finds Silas butchered inside. [7]
Dean to Bobby: “You used to take us hunting. Remember? Dad had a case, he'd just dump us on you. Shoot, you must have taught us most of the outdoor tracking we know.” Bobby: “Yeah, what I could get to stick. I never could get you little grubs to pull a trigger on a single deer.” Dean: “You’re talking about Bambi, man.” Bobby: “You don't shoot Bambi, jackass. You shoot Bambi's mother.” [8] (This interaction isn't directly referencing the story above but it adds context, I think.)
April 20 – John has kidnapped Anderson, from the Black Seville, stolen the car and Dean killed Anderson. “My oldest son is blooded.” [9]
December 25 - Sam (8) and Dean are at a motel in Broken Bow, Nebraska. John is hunting while Sam and Dean spend Christmas alone together. Sam reads John's Journal and finds out that Mary's death was supernatural, monsters are real, and that John hunts them. He confronts Dean, who confirms it. Sam gives Dean an amulet. [10] John suspects Sam has been reading the journal. Says he left them presents. Dean stole night vision goggles from the gun show in Amarillo to give to John from him & Sam. [11] “They're both starting to act out a little, because we're apart so much. Sam gets resentful and has trouble keeping his temper. Dean tries to fix everything and keep us together as a team.” [12]
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7.09
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3.08
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1992
Dean is 13
January 24 – they celebrate at Mama Janer's in Flint, Michigan. [1]
March 30 - “I thought the lesson was learned back in Wisconsin, but the same thing almost happened again. I left the boys next at the beach in Two Lakes State Park and went looking for a skinwalker, and then it was Ichi all over again. Only this time the skinwalker took on the appearance of a park ranger it had killed, and nearly got the boys to come with it because they trusted the uniform. I still can't completely trust them on a hunt. I took it down, and lit into the two of them. Especially Dean. I have to be hard on him because one of these days I'm not going to be around, and he's the one who's going to have to look out for his brother. He's a badass, though. I thought I was tough when I was thirteen, but Dean would have kicked my ass six ways to Sunday.” [2]
John buys a Playboy featuring Anna-Nicole Smith, both boys end up reading it. [3]
June - Sam tells John he is afraid of the monster in his closet and John gives him a .45. [4] Sam sleeps with it under his pillow and sleeps soundly for 5 nights in a row. [5]
Sam wants to go hunting with Dean. Dean says John said no. John calls to ask Sam to come. [6]
Sam learns to drive when he's nine. [7]
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7.22
1.01
John's Journal
11.08
John's Journal (mentioned in 1999)
1993
Dean is 14
January 24 – Dean goes to the movies with "girlfriend" (according to John) Katie. “Quite the ladykiller that kid. Like I was at his age.” John thinks Dean is like him and trouble. “He's like me. If i'm not careful with him, by the time he's twenty he'll have left a trail of kids and arrests warrants all over the country.” [1]
January – Motel Baba Yaga case. Dean says, “I was babysitting you when I was your age”. Sam says "I'm pretty sure that's illegal." Dean sees the nest, a pile of dead kids and has "nightmares about it for the longest time." [2]
May – Sam has been on a soccer team. He had a game and John took him bow hunting instead. They need to learn weapons because “there are demons after Sammy. He needs to know how to fight them, and Dean needs to know how to protect him.” [3]
Summer - John takes them hiking in the Rocky Mountains. One day he fills packs for Sam & Dean and takes them up a mountain and leaves them around dark, telling them to wait for an hour then try to find the way back and that he doesn't expect them for days. They find the packs are full of mostly useless supplies. John says it's a lesson not to trust anyone. [4] (DM me if you want the full quote. It's really sad.)
December 25 – Joplin, Missouri. Sam & Dean give John a book on theosophy which John guesses they stole. [5]
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15.16
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"Witches Canyon" by Jeff Mariotte, 195-198
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1994
Dean is 15
January – Dean helps John “take out a spirit haunting a grocery owned by an Indian family in Erie, Pennsylvania.” It wasn't as simple as burning bones because of different traditions. [1]
May 2 – Sam asks for a computer for his birthday. John gets him a Macintosh Performa. “Looks like Team Winchester just took a big leap ahead when it comes to gathering information.” John mentions Bobby helped him get fake credit cards. [2]
Summer - Sam and Dean spend part of the summer being looked after by Donna, a babysitter (and maid at the Mayflower) in Housatonic, Massachusetts, while John hunts. One time John is gone for two weeks. It is the summer before Sam enters 6th grade, and he assigns himself a summer reading list. Dean possibly has a crush on Donna. [3]
October - They are living In Bismark (North Dakota?). Sam has a crush on Andrea Howell & has a really bad experience at her Halloween party, throwing up. Sam hides in the woods until Dean comes and gets him. [4]
Sam still believes in the Easter Bunny until close to here. [5]
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5.12
14.04
10.12
1995
Dean is 16
January 24 – Montana hunting a werewolf with bows. John says he'll let Dean take the lead on the hunt the next day. [1]
January 25 – Dean does very well. Good shot. [2] Dean's first Werewolf. Sam go to the body burning. "So. I pick up this crossbow. And I hit that ugly sucker with a silver-tipped arrow right in his heart. Sammy's waiting in the car, and uh, me and my dad take the thing into the woods, burn it to a crisp. I'm sitting there and looking into the fire, and I'm thinking to myself, I'm sixteen years old. Most kids my age are worried about pimples, prom dates. I'm seeing things that they'll never even know. Never even dream of." [3]
Dean spends two months at Sonny's Home for Boys after being caught shoplifting. [4]
April 20 - Dean's award for New York Wrestling Champion. [5] John is in Oklahoma City hunting. [6]
Sam spends all of his time on the computer or arguing with John. “He wants to be in one place, live a normal life. The older he gets, the more he wants it. But the older he gets, the more I'm going to need him to help on the hunt. He's got to understand that.” [7]
November 13 – Sam's soccer team won division championship. John writes that he's proud of him and that he'll keep the trophy. [8]
November 24 - Sam has his first traditional Thanksgiving dinner at his crush Stephanie’s house. He has been attending a school called McKinley for two weeks. [9]
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2.03
9.07
9.07
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3.03 & John's Journal Book
5.16
1996
Dean is 17
January 24 – John takes Dean shooting. Then sends him to hunt. “I've let him take the lead before but I've always been there to back him up. This time he's on his own. Partly it's a test, and partly I wanted some time with Sammy. Should be no problem for Dean. Ghosts of two nuns haunting St. Stephen's Indian Mission in Riverton, Wyoming. Simple salt-and-burn mission. Nuns in love with each other, then discovered. Killed themselves. We scoped the situation out, figured that something must be left behind that's now a focus for the haunting. Bible, rosary beads, some small article that's hidden somewhere in their room. I figured Dean would take care of it no problem, but I still stayed close by with Sammy.... Dean took care of the nuns just like I thought he would, but I don't think I'm going to be sending him on any more solos soon.” [1]
Sam finishes sixth grade a year late. He's mad about it. [2]
July 4 - Dean and Sam set off fireworks in a field and almost burn it down. [3]
At some point when Sam was 13 he ran away for two weeks while under Dean's watch in Flagstaff, Arizona, living off pizza in a cabin and befriending a dog he called Bones. Dean scoured the whole town looking for him and worried he might have died, and John was furious when he found out. [3]
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1997
Dean is 18
January 24 – John gives Dean the Impala. “I've taught Dean a lot of what I know about working on cars, which was everything until 1983.... He knows I'll still be driving it, but he's a man now, and since he's already made his share of kills, this was the only right of passage I could think of. He goddamn well better take care of it.” [1]
When he's 13, Sam briefly wants to be a magician. [2]
May – Sam has been having strange dreams. “Plus now that he's hitting adolescence, he's a giant pain in the ass. Dean just chased girls and snuck around with beers in his coat pockets.” Sam just shuts down or wants to argue. [3]
June 16 – John claims Dean graduates high school & gets a diploma. John says Sam will be graduating when he's nineteen and will be mad about it. [4] But Dean didn't graduate high school. He got a GED. [5]
July 4 - Sam and Dean “burned down that field” when they set off their own fireworks display. [6]
Summer - The Winchesters hunt a werewolf. [7]
November - Sam and Dean attend Truman High in Fairfax, Indiana, for 3 or 4 weeks, while John is on a hunt that was originally supposed to be 2 weeks but ended up taking longer than expected. Dean is in 12th Grade. It is the third school they have attended since September. [8]
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4.12
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5.01
5.16
4.13
4.13
1998
Dean is 19
Sam is a mathlete. [1]
Summer - While John and Dean are off hunting a Kitsune, Sam stays in Lincoln, Nebraska, and does research for them. While there, he meets a girl and has his first kiss - only to discover that John and Dean's hunt has circled back on him. [2]
May – John feels Sam is shirking his duty. Dean and Sam don't get along as well. [3]
July - Dean goes on a solo "five states in five days" road trip, but ends up spending most of it in Cicero, Indiana, with Lisa Braeden. In the meantime, John & Sam "tie up a hunt" in Orlando, Florida. [4]
Dean meets Rhonda Hurley, she makes him try on her pink, satin panties and he likes it. [5]
At some point they spend time with Travis, the hunter. [6]
4.04
7.03
John's Journal
3.02
5.04
4.04
1999
Dean is 20
January 24 – Dean in Ohio. “Hasn't called in a couple of days. Tracking a possible poltergeist. He's supposed to call in every night. Mission discipline is critical.” [1]
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1990s General
Dean trying to cook Winchester Surprise on a hotplate with food (baloney and sliced cheese) that it seems Sam shoplifted in the rain. John gets home and throws it out. [1] In Lebanon John tells Sam he remembers this and apologizes to Sam for it. [2]
Sam and Dean visited the Cleveland Botanical Gardens on a field trip. [3]
Dean going to CBGB "way underage" and John coming to get him. [4]
Hunting the chupacabra in Mexico. Sam is an olderish teenager when he says this happened the year before. [5]
John making Dean be bait, [6]
Dean used to live on “Nerve Damage” (“10 times the legal limit of caffeine”) as a kid. [7]
Escalating prank wars? [8]
Could be 80s too: Dean: “Remember that wreath Dad brought home that one year?” Sam: “You mean the one he stole from, like, a liquor store?” Dean: “Yeah, it was a bunch of empty beer cans. That thing was great.” [9]
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10.09
11.10
14.14 production draft. Corroborated by 1.20. Putting this in 1990s and not 1980s is very generous imo.
13.08
1.17
3.08
2000
January 1 – Dean has a terrible hangover. Immobile. John is also hungover. [1]
January 24 - Dean is 21. “I'd buy him a beer if I thought it would be something new. He's also old enough to buy his own guns now. I tried to raise him right, and it looks like I did. He's a scam artist, a ladies' man, and an absolutely loyal son. He knows what's right and doesn't hesitate to do it. I'm proud of him. Now that he's hunting on his own I don't see as much of him, but I know he's out there. When I call him on a job, he's right there every time. I've spent the last sixteen years afraid that I was going to screw him up somehow. Maybe now I can forget about that.” [2]
May 2 – John buys Sam a Mac for his birthday. [3]
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2001
Dean is 22. He's away from John in Arkansas. [1]
May 2 – Sam & John aren't getting along. “He hunts when we need him to, but he's never committed himself the way Dean did. Dean's never known any other way to live, or if he has, he doesn't act like it. He's playing the role he was born to play.... I've given [Sam] more slack that I ever gave Dean.... Dean never even thought about college. We used to joke about it once in a while.” John wants to convince Sam not to go to college. Sam helps hide their trail of credit cards. [2]
Sam smokes weed maybe. [3]
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11.19
Pre-2002, 2000s General
Sam & Dean driving 1,000 miles for an Ozzy show. [1]
Driving two days for a Jayhawks game. [2]
John catches Lee and Dean 'wasted' on a hunt. [3]
John plays Dean and Lee “Good Ol Boys” before hunts. “Listen up boys this is real music. [4]
Sam used to try to get him & Dean to do 'honest work' rather than hustling pool.[5]
The Las Vegs annual trip. [6]
Sam ran tech for a production of Oklahoma. [7]
5.22
5.22
15.17
15.17
5.22
7.08 (this seems like a stretch, imo)
10.05
Post-2002, 2000s General
Dean sleeps with Annie. [1]
Dean sees Lee while Sam's in college. [2] Possibly the 'cult thing in Arizona' 'what that thing did to that family, those kids.' Because Lee does one more job after that in Texas and retires.
At some point Dean hunts a Vetala and learns they usually hunt in pairs. [3]
7.19
15.17
7.11
2002
Dean is 23. John imagines he feels physically invincible. [1]
March 8 - Sam says he's leaving hunting to go to Stanford University. John says if he leaves to stay gone. [2] “And now he's going to college? He can go to hell, is where he can go.” (“Dean has always responded to discipline because he believes in the mission”) [3]
June 13 – Sam graduated high school (he's 19). John thinks he's mad it took him a year longer. [4]
August 31 – Sam leaves & John tells him to stay gone. [5]
September - Adam Milligan meets John Winchester. [6] (This could be any time from now til 2003 but I think it would be now because John will want to feel he can replace Sam or do something right.)
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4.19
2003
Dean is 24
January 24 - “I was twenty-four when I married his mother. Sorry, kid. Every boy has to cut the apron strings sometime, and for you it's not going to be until we kill off a supernatural entity that seriously needs killing.” [1]
Dean dates Cassie Robinson in Athens, Ohio, for a few weeks, while she finishes up her senior year of college (at Ohio University). Cassie breaks up with Dean after Dean tells her about hunting. [2] It lasts less than two months. [3]
May 2 – Dean & John are leaving Ohio. John overhears Dean on the phone talking about Sam. John notices Dean has been in a rough mood. [4]
June 13 – Dean hears about a succubus in Brooklyn from Richie and heads out quickly. [5]
June 21 - Dean is involved in a hunt for the father of Cole Trenton, in Nyack, NY. [6]
October 9 – Poltergeist case in Kittanning, PA. [7] John mentions that he's been visiting Palo Alto but not like seeing Sam. [8]
John gets taken from this year into the future in "Lebanon." He is sleeping in the Impala and Dean calls him and he tells him he'll be back soon. [9]
John's Journal
1.13
5.11
John's Journal
John's Journal 3.04
10.02
1.04 & John's Journal
John's Journal
14.13
2004
Dean is 25
End of June – John visits Palo Atlo & sees that Sam has a girlfriend. [1]
September 29 - John takes Adam to a ballgame for his 14th birthday. [2]
John's Journal Book
4.19
2005
Dean is 26, dude.
January 1 - “When I was twenty-six, I'd been married for two years and had a toddler. Dean's never been with a woman for more than a couple of weeks at a time. I've prevented him from being a father.” [1]
January 24 – John mentions he's been telling Dean more about the demon stuff he's learning from Bobby. [2]
Summer - John teaches Adam to drive using the Impala (this is after John gave Dean the car for his 18th). [3]
September 29 - John buys Adam a beer when he's 15. [4]
October 3 - John cuts off contact with Dean (John is in Jericho, Dean in New Orleans). [5]
October 28 – John leaves journal in Jericho & goes after demon. [6]
End of October – Dean comes to get Sam.
Dean: "I must have stood outside your dorm for hours... because I didn't... I didn't know what... What you would say. I thought you'd tell me to... to get lost or get dead. And I don't know what I would've done... if I didn't have you. 'Cause I was so scared." [7]
John's Journal
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4.19
1.01 & John's Journal
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General Comments
(i.e. just quotes and things that are either too general to place in time or give windows into Dean's feelings about John at various points)
Toni Bevell saying about John's drunken rages and weeks of abandonment. Also pointing out that Dean & Sam didn't tell Mary about it. [1]
Dean says he & Sam could have benefited from a mother's dating advice. [2]
Sam talks about worrying when John & Dean would be out on a hunt and he wouldn't hear from them for days. He thought about what he would do. [3]
Sam saying it seemed to him Dean & John bonded over hunting. [4]
Dean's allusions to liking dancing/wanting to be a dancer. [5]
John saying hunter gatherings were trouble and in general keeping Sam & Dean away from them. [6]
Dean: “I know things got dicey… you know, with dad… the way he was. And I just… I didn’t always look out for you the way that I should’ve. I mean, I had my own stuff, you know. In order to keep the peace, it probably looked like I took his side quite a bit. Sometimes when I was… when I was away, you know it wasn’t ‘cause I just ran out, right? Dad would… he would send me away when I really pissed him off. I think you knew that.” [7]
Dean: “Ah well, growing up it was a… it was always nice to check out once in a while. I like to watch movies where I know the bad guy is going to lose.” [8]
“you know kids, no matter what they still want the old man's approval” about an abusive dad. Dean agrees to it. [9]
Dean drinks to “crappy childhoods”. [10]
Dean: “Jo, you've got options. No one in their right mind chooses this life. My dad started me in this when I was so young... I wish I could do something else... Jo, you've got a mother that worries about you. Who wants something more for you. Those are good things. You don't throw things like that away. Might be hard to find later.” [11]
Sam: “his drill sergeant thing worked with you but it didn't work with me.” [12]
Sam: “Dad always said it was temporary, Dean. He said it for 22 years.” [13]
Dean: “And I get what I've been doing lately, you know, what with the yelling and the acting like a prison guard. It's just, that's not me. You tell yourself you're not gonna be something, you know? But my dad was exactly like this. All the time. It's scaring the hell out of me.” [14]
Sam: “I wish I could have that kinda innocence.” Dean: “If it means anything, sometimes I wish you could too.” [15]
“I'm starting to get why parents lie to their kids. You want them to believe that the worst thing out there is mixing Pop Rocks and Coke—protect them from the real evil. You want them going to bed feeling safe. If that means lying to them, so be it. The more I think about it...the more I wish Dad had lied to us.” [16]
Dean says he's been wanting John and Mary back together since he was four. [17]
Dean learned to use CB radios to look for leads from truckers. John used them all the time. [18]
“Growing up on the road, no matter where Dad dragged us, no matter what we did, there was always a TV. And you know what was on that TV? Scooby and the gang.” [19]
Sam: "And when we were kids how many times did we tell dad we were fine just to make him happy?!" [20]
Sam says explicitly that they had to hustle pool to eat. [21] Additionally, Sam says John made them do this. [22]
Travis: "you ever been really hungry? I mean, haven't-eaten-in-days hungry?" Dean: a 'yeah' so emphatic his voice cracks. Sam: silence. [23]
John: “You know, when you were a kid, I'd come home from a hunt, and after what I'd seen, I'd be, I'd be wrecked. And you, you'd come up to me and you, you'd put your hand on my shoulder and you'd look me in the eye and you'd... You'd say 'It's okay, Dad'... You shouldn't have had to say that to me, I should have been saying that to you. You know, I put, I put too much on your shoulders, I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy, you took care of me. You did that, and you didn't complain, not once.” [24]
12.21
11.12
11.18
12.20
7.16 & 15.10
2.03 & 12.06
14.12
14.04
13.02
10.12
2.06
13.04
6.02
6.02
1.18
5.06
14.13
13.11
13.16
14.16
15.11
1.08
4.04
2.01
Shoutout to these great timelines as well! http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/Timeline_(Pre-series) & https://supernatural.fandom.com/wiki/Chronology_of_Supernatural
#supernatural#deanwinchtser#dean winchester#spn#timeline#john winchester#john winchesters a+ parenting#baby dean#sam winchester#weechesters#info dump#spn text post
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Alberto Marozzi's memories about Pam
part 6
We had lunch on the terrace of the airport, indeed, she had lunch; I was not hungry, I knew that it would be the last time I saw her, certain sensations are perceived very well, you already live them as in the future and I with my head was already in the future, without her physical presence, but certainly with the spiritual one.
I was awakened by her flight to London, which they called as soon as the bill arrived. We went down the stairs and headed for the passport control entrance, my heart was crying along with my soul, my legs almost refused to let my body walk. We stopped in front of the entrance, there was a bit of a queue (thank goodness, it was the only time in my life that I loved a large line, because it allowed me to be a little more with her).
Her turn came, she kissed me, through the electronic control and a little further she stopped, she turned to me to check I followed her with a sad look, she called me; I approached her, so without knowing, without imagining the reason, we got as close as possible (we shared only a policeman and a chain; I would have broken it and I would have flown away with her in any part of the world ... and I would never return to reality).
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Pamela took off her bracelet with dragons, an engagement gift from her Jim brought to her from Acapulco, took my hand and put it on my wrist. Kissing me again she whispered to me: "I love you, Alberto", she turned around and disappeared among the other passengers.
I can't describe the journey back to Rome, a zombie, the water of a river without a bed, the air, a body without the skeleton, a child without the mother, a pole without the flag, a church without God, a God without his people, a shitty future without Pamela.
She joined her Jim in London where they got married. In 1971 Jim Morrison died in Paris, in 1972 Pamela Courson, his wife, my eternal love, died.
🌟 Very special thanks to A who sent me the book pages from Alberto Marozzi's memories meeting Pam 🌟
Although it's a really beautiful reading, please note that Pam passed away in 1974 aged 27, and as far as is known, Pam and Jim were not married although they try it several times.
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Dating app advice (from my own personal experiences)
idk if it helps anyone, but if I am able to help some*ONE* out there, I think this post is worth it
Look for profiles WITH A BIO. They must write *something*. Make sure it's original and not copied ("looking for the Pam to my Jim") or snarky ("just tryna split a Costco membership"). Once you've sifted through a lot of profiles, you start to read the same things over and over. Guys who take the time to literally write something, anything, original are already demonstrating effort above the pack. Don't be dismissive of something simple. Even if it's 2 sentences but it's original, go for it ;)
Not every shirtless pic guy is an asshole. And not every 'sexy' girl is a bitch. Just don't make your looks your whole personality. Sure, if you're attractive (we are all attractive😊), show it off and expect others to show it off too. But don't make your entire profile overly revealing or else you will come across as if that is your one and only selling point. Use your pics to tell your personality as well. Take pics in front of your Funko Pop collection, movie posters, etc. or while doing your favorite activities (hiking, skiing, beach, cooking). And look for profiles who feature the same kind of mix. This is someone who put thought into displaying their personality and is probably more intentional about actually getting to know someone online instead of a one and done hookup.
Be forthcoming. Don't catfish or edit your photos. Be brave enough to post at least 1 photo of your real face/body sans makeup. Trust me, genuine guys do appreciate this kind of thing and it serves as a 'filter' of sorts to weed out all the superficial guys out there who only want a girl when she's all dolled up. When I was online dating, I wore ZERO makeup in half of my photos, and I made it a point to show my stretch marks on my belly in a crop top and I still got dates, so you can do it too.
Don't be judgmental. Don't like skinny guys? Give it a try at least once. People often appear Very differently irl than they do even in UNedited photos... so give it a chance. Also, if you're not into blondes, give it a try! Never dated outside your race? Try it! Don't be scared. Be open minded and push your boundaries with these kinds of harmless things. Don't like short guys? Let's be honest, if you're 5 feet tall, you don't "require" a 6' or taller guy... you just need to examine what in your own personality makes you need to feel small or with a big man and try to grow beyond that.
Have some confidence. This is a hard one, most esp for me. But it helps to find something about yourself and talk it up to yourself. If you have nice big boobs, then tell yourself every day that your rack looks smashin and take note that not everyone has nice big boobs. If you have nice small boobs, same thing! Not everyone has nice small boobs, etc. You don't even have to compare yourself to others, it's more about being thankful for something that you have that others don't have. It's learning to be thankful for being uniquely who you are because nobody has the exact combination of traits that you do.
Make the first move. As a heterosexual woman, it's outside the norm for us to make the first move but guys love it bc it's refreshing to them. You will start many conversations that go nowhere but this is normal. Chances are, just making the first move already gives you an advantage over those who just sit back and wait for the others to message first. Genuine guys will notice and appreciate this.
Don't waste your time. You will find there are many online who are just there for the likes, small talk, and conversation and have ZERO intentions of meeting. After breaking the ice and some initial conversations, ask direct questions to determine what someone's intentions are. Most people, if serious, are willing to meet in person within 1-2 weeks of talking. You'll have to find that sweet spot and timeline for yourself, but anything too soon is a red flag IMO, and certainly anything beyond 2 weeks is a time waster. In my opinion, I like talking for at least 3 days before meeting up. If we're texting regularly and talking for about a week or so and they still don't want to meet up....? Seems suspicious to me (scheduling conflicts aside). In certain circumstances I think meeting up in person off the bat can be nice but if they can't hold a conversation over phone or text for a few days then what makes you think you can talk in person? lol, you don't need to sit through any more awkward coffee dates than you have to. Get all the small talk out of the way first, then your first 'date,' should you decide to meet in person, may go better.
That's all I can think of now. Wear condoms, even for oral sex. Get STD/STI tested before you stop using them. Happy dating and best of luck to you all.
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Happy 400 Rose!!! So happy for you <3 Can I please have an orchid with Jim Halpert?
pairing - jim halpert x reader
prompt - “your lips are just too damn kissable”
summary - a few office workers attend a secret dinner and others can’t help but to gossip
where to request - here
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“So, Y/n, how was that dinner you had the other day?” Oscar questioned, sitting besides you at his desk as you worked diligently at trying to crunch the numbers, as you listened to your music with one headphone in.
“My dinner?” You repeated, having trouble remembering the specific event he was speaking of as you placed the calculator down, to turn his way.
“Yesterday, when Michael invited us all to go to Poor Richards, you mentioned something of having to attend a dinner,” He shrugged, now turning his attention away to quickly type nonsense in his computer. “How was it?”
“Oh, it was nice, very sweet.” You nodded, returning back to your work with a small smile.
The camera quickly zoomed into Oscar’s face with a sly smile, typing away at a email which was soon sent to Angela.
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“Now, I’m not one to gossip,” Oscar put his hand on his chest, looking into the camera with a look of innocence. “But, the girl is so secretive, always actually doing her work and never revealing anything! But now, it’s almost for certain that she is dating someone, that’s her secret she’s trying to hide. I mean, I would know something about secret dating,” He gestured to himself.
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Angela opened the email, her eyes slightly wandering before she rolled them and quickly switched her screen to one of a cat before the camera could get a good shot of it. The religious woman continued on with the appearance of working diligently, but in reality, she was typing into a search bar “how to know if your co-worker is a secret prostitute”. 
You couldn’t help but let your mind wander some more to that supposed dinner, the one that involved a very sweet kiss at the end and a small note with a new song to listen to. It was the only one you could play on repeat at the moment, and used it to fuel you and motivate you to get your work done quicker.
On the opposite end of the office, the sales area set up by the receptionist desk, also had a certain man getting pestered about a supposed dinner the other night. 
“Pam, I told you,” Jim sighed, shaking his head a bit with a small laugh. He turned his rolling chair to face back to his computer, a way to try and avoid contact with one person in the office he would consider a good friend. She stood behind her own desk, faxing a paper, but stopping the movement in order to bother, or interrogate, Jim just a bit more. “I went out with a old buddy from high school.”
“That’s so unbelievable!” She exclaimed, picking up a crumpled piece of paper from the near by trash bin and throwing it near his head. He just took the paper and continued the action by throwing it at Dwight now. 
“It’s the truth, I don’t know what you want me to tell you.”
“I want to know who the dinner was really with, you’ve been acting so strange lately. I would know, you’re like my best friend in the office, and for some reason you seem more content or more motivated with your job for just talking about how much you hated it not too long ago.”
“I have not changed, I still hate this job, just, well, a bit less,” He continued on with his typing, now dialing a number as Pam tried to rush around her desk in order to reach him before it would go through. 
“You have,” Dwight interjected their conversation, putting down his dark red pen and turning his full body to face the duo. “You used to make around two to three calls a day, now make around five, You finish logs quicker and tend to take your lunch breaks more in the office than outside of it. You only go to the bathroom once a day and get a cup of coffee early, before the work day starts. You’ve finally begun to put more pride into this job, a job you are fortunate to have. You could be jobless Jim.”
Jim didn’t respond for a moment, letting his gaze wander over to where the cap stuck to the bottom of a black pen was sitting on your lip, your left hand holding the white paper with numbers and dates galore. You looked peaceful, yet confused, it was interesting to the man how you could portray two different emotions at once.
“I’m not going to be jobless, Dwight,” He shook his head, removing his gaze to look at the computer once again. “I know what I’m doing.”
“Even Dwight agrees!” Pam exclaimed, shaking his shoulders as another sigh left Jim’s lips.
Luckily for the man, the phone begun to ring, the receptionist having to go back to her duties and Dwight had his attention back on his own work. Glancing over at the time, Jim jumped back into his own duties, silently counting down the time to the awaited lunch break.
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“What do you got today?” He looked over at your small spread out, a plastic container with some simple foods and a napkin kindly placed right on the side, a water bottle still cold from the fridge. “Something for me?” A smile glided over his lips, picking at one of your fruits to plop it into his mouth.
“I don’t know what you mean,” You laughed, scooting the container away in the slightest, the both of you chuckling once again as he begun to eat away at his sandwich. “I have to end lunch early today.”
“Why?” His voice was a bit muffled, food stuck on the creases of his teeth as he stopped his chomping to mutter the word.
“I’ve got to meet up with my mom, she’s been begging me,” You reminded him. “I told you this already.”
“Must’ve slipped my mind. One thing that hasn’t, well, was that dinner I went to the other night.”
“Really now? And why would you say that?”
“It was definitely memorable, especially ending the moment with such a-”
“Is this seat taken?” Kelly quickly strode over, plopping onto the open chair right besides you and flipping her hair. “Ryan is sending too many mixed signals! He won’t tell me if he likes the blue or pink dress better, I mean whichever one he chooses means something.”
“It’ll be okay, Kelly,” You turned your body to now face the distressed girl. Jim silently packed up his food, moving to the other table where some other co-workers were seated, chatting amongst themselves.
“I’m telling you! Here, Jim would know,” Oscar pointed at the man mentioned, the attention of Angela, Meredith, and Andy all falling onto him.
“Know what?” He asked.
“You’re good friends with Y/n, what was this dinner she went on?”
“I’m not sure, uh, a dinner?”
“What a horrible answer,” Andy laughed. “Come on Big Tuna, give us something good, give me something good.”
“Really, I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“The truth,” Angela tried to pry more.
“She obviously is seeing a man, it could be the new sales for Vance Refrigeration, he isn’t bad on the eyes. One time, I did see him specifically talking to Y/n in the elevator,” Oscar revealed.
“You sure it can’t be the new IT guy, he spent a little too much time at Y/n’s desk, probably trying to get a look do-”
“Ew, Meredith!” Angela shook her head in distaste, quickly cutting off her more provocative ideas.
“Well, interesting talk,” Jim muttered, throwing away the rest of his food, making a path to his desk to unenthusiastically throw himself into the chair, slouched over to click short taps for the computer.
He stared at his computer for a good moment, procrastination taking over once again, leading his mouse to wander to his emails. Yet, the first one, at the very top, was one of you complimenting him for the lovely evening from the other day. It was sweet and ended with a nice message about how that day ended.
Quickly he got up from his seat, a quick hand reaching for the winter coat as he took the steps to the parking lot, letting his feet lead him to the normal parking space you seemed to always park in. As you were about to close your passenger door you caught notice of his figure.
“Jim?” You shut the door, walking over to him. “Is something wrong?” He immediately wrapped his hand around your waist, pulling you in for a delightful kiss, pulling you even closer at the same time. It wasn’t long, but it was romantic, the cold day with a small patches of snow still littering around the ground and wind whipping any unsecured strands of hair away from their sanctuary. It was sweet. “What was that for?”
He laughed, just laughed for a couple seconds and running his hand through his hair, the tip of his nose beginning to become pinker, and coat barely fastened correctly. “Since that date, and that kiss, and now, it’s just that your lips are too damn kissable.”
“That’s so cheesy,” You giggled, now taking your own turn to laugh. “Who knew you got such lines up your sleeve.”
“If you want more I can get some, trust me,” He poorly winked.
“I might take you up on that.”
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“Well, Jim, he’s not too bad,” You muttered to the camera, lightly tapping your pant leg. “He, he is a very caring co-worker. He definitely knows how to make someone feel appreciated.”
“Y/n? She’s a little feisty when you get to know her, so be careful, not as sweet as she tries to appear,” Jim let his laugh get the best of him, the pink still present and a bit of gloss at the corner of his lips. The camera zoomed into his face even more, catching the pink to that was now spreading to his cheeks and the lip gloss shined brighter in the light. “No, but, she’s really great.”
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Timeline of Every Anecdote from Dean's Childhood in Supernatural
winc*sties this is not for you. i'm a survivor of familial CSA and i don't want to see you in my notes.
This is super open to feedback and suggestions if I missed something. This also includes a few quotes and things from a couple of the tie-in novels where they don't conflict with canon.
Content notes: death, child abuse, alcohol
1983
Dean is 4
John & Mary used to call Dean their “little piglet” because he liked to eat so much. [1]
Dean played T-ball. [2]
Mouse Trap is Dean's favorite game. [3]
Mary would feed Dean tomato-rice soup when he was sick. [4]
Mary would sing "Hey Jude" as a lullaby. [5]
Dean really likes Mary's meatloaf. He doesn't know she gets it from Piggly Wiggly. [6]
Between May and November John and Mary had a fight and John left home for a few days. [7]
November 2 - Mary Winchester dies, Sam is 6 months old.
November 6 - Mary Winchester's funeral. Her uncle arranges a headstone even though she doesn't have a body. [8] John Doesn't go. [9]
Before November 16 – They're staying with friends, Mike and Kate. [8] John Meets Missouri. [11]
November 16 – John walks out of Mike & Kate's. Takes boys to Julie's. Goes to see Missouri. Julie gets killed. They leave Lawrence. [12] “Got the hell out of Lawrence. If I never go back, it'll be too soon. Not for Dean, though. The first thing he wanted to know was when we would go remember a home [sic]. But we don't have a home anymore, Dean. The sooner you get used to that, the better.” [13]
John leaves a box of pictures in the basement of the house. [14]
November 20 – Dean sees John kill a shapeshifter. [15] “Dean walked out of the roadhouse right when I put the final bullet into the shape-shifter's head. And he said, 'Why'd you kill him, Dad?'” [16]
November 21 – Boys are with Pam & Bill in Elgin. John's first night away from them. [17] “Here's what I wish I could say to Dean – Your brother's too young to understand any of this, but you're beginning to. And that scares me. Since your mother died, I've seen unspeakable things, and now you've seen them and that's my fault.... Until then, I can only pray that you're strong enough to look after Sam. One of us has to be.” [18]
November 25 – John meets Pastor Jim. [19]
November 29 – John gets the boys from Elgin & leaves. [20]
December - Dean still hardly talks. He never budges from John's side – "or from his brother. Every morning, Dean is inside the crib, arms wrapped around baby Sam. Like he’s trying to protect him from whatever is out there in the night. [21]
December 11 - Sammy has finally started sleeping through the night, and now that Dean shares a bed with him, he’s out like a light as well. [22]
December 25 - "a crooked two foot tall plastic tree, a bunch of junk food stuffed in the stockings, and a pile of sports equipment for the boys… football, basketball, soccer." [23]
December 29 - “Dean hasn't been the same since he saw me kill that shape-shifter. I don't know how to talk to him about it. He's not even five years old. Most kids his age don't even have a clear idea what death is, and he's seen it up close and personal. What do I say to him? How old does he have to be before I tell him the truth?”[24]
13.21 (okay this is technically in a dream of Sam's)
http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/John%27s_Journal_(diary_entries)
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5.13
5.13
12.2
5.16
2.04
"John's Winchester's Journal" by Alex Irvine
http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/John%27s_Journal_(diary_entries)
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http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/John%27s_Journal_(diary_entries) & John's Journal
http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/John%27s_Journal_(diary_entries) & John's Journal
http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/John%27s_Journal_(diary_entries) & John's Journal
John's Journal
1984
Dean is 5
“I realized I can't leave [Dean] in school... I know he should be able to run around with other kids, who don't know how to field-strip the Browning. Well, Dean doesn't either, yet. But he's learning. He's got a talent for guns. I can see it already. And he'll need it.” [1]
May 2 – John meets Daniel Elkins. [2]
May 17 - “Sammy took his first steps yesterday. He walked toward Dean, then fell flat on his face and started crying. Life is tough, kid. Do I sound like a proud dad? I am.” [3]
1-3. John's Journal
1985
Dean is 6
January 24 - “It's been more than a year since he saw me kill a shape-shifter. He doesn't talk about it anymore. And he's stopped asking when he's going to go to school. Maybe this year, now that he's a little older, now that he knows a little more about things. I've been teaching him. Not the worst stuff, but enough so he knows that there are things that go bump in the night.” [1]
September 7 – Dean's first day of school. [2] “He asked on the way in whether kids in school learned the same stuff he'd been learning. I had to tell him that maybe it wasn't a good idea for him to talk about Dad's job on the playground. He came home on the top of the world, and he brought me worksheets with the names of the different parts of a fish...” [3]
November 2 - “Dean saw something on my face, or maybe it was just that he knew what day it is. When I got here, he came up to me and asked if I'd had a tough hunt. I couldn't talk for a minute.” [4]
November 14 – John takes Dean shooting the first time. “Took Dean shooting. If he's big enough to try to comfort me, he's big enough to start learning the tools of the trade. I only let him fire the .22, but he is a deadeye marksman. My drill sergeant would have taken him over me in a second. Times like this, I sure am proud of my boy. I have a feeling it will be different with Sammy. Maybe he's just too young to show it, but I don't think he's got the same kind of killer instinct.” [5] John takes Dean out shooting for the first time, using bottles as target practice. According to Dean, he "bullseyed every one of them." Dean remembers this story as him being “6 or 7." Dean cites this story as one of the fonder memories of his father. [6]
Rufus spent the whole year being nice. It was the worst year of his life.
1-5. John's Journal
6. 2.06
1986
Dean is 7. “For his seventh birthday, I took Dean shooting again. He wanted to fire one of the big guns – that's what he called them. I let him shoot the Browning, but I steadied his hands. Sammy wanted me to help him make Dean a card.” [1]
Dean starts having a crush on Daisy Duke. [2]
April 16 – Bill Harvelle dies. [3]
May 2 - “Sammy is three years old today. We celebrated with ice-cream cake. He was still wearing most of it when he fell asleep. Dean's sleeping too, the two of them in the same bed. The room only has one bed. I'll sleep on the floor... Some nights it's enough to watch them sleep, and know that if they start having a nightmare, I'll be right there to stop it.” [4]
September 5 – Dean starts second grade. “I watch him like a hawk. He makes me swear that I'll take good care of Sammy before he'll go to school. God, I love that kid.... Sammy's a very different kid. He hasn't taken to the idea of hunting bad guys, and he's still too young to really understand what it means to avenge his mother.” [5]
November 2 – “Dean watches his little brother like a hawk every minute, with an expression on his face that says he's willing to die to keep Sammy safe. [Mary] doesn't know how it tears me up inside to see that expression, and to know that it's there because I have drilled it into Dean that Sammy is his responsibility. He's eight [sic] years old, and I've told him his brother's life is in his hands. Mary, I didn't have any right to do that. But what else could I do?” [6]
John began the masked vampire case - looking into killings and kidnappings along Route 77. [7]
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2.06, 2.14 & John's Journal
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1987
Dean is 8
January 24 - Dean's school has a party for him then John takes them to Chuck E. Cheese's. [1]
John takes Dean and Sam on a donkey ride at the Grand Canyon. Dean’s donkey is very flatulent which Sam finds very funny. [2]
May 2 – John has to pull Dean out of school because a demon knows where they are. “Dean understands.” [3]
May 17 - “I'm starting to figure out you can move a kid from school to school every month, and the schools deal with it because they have to. A part of me wonders how the kids deal with it. But sons have to be soldiers. And soldiers adapt.” [4]
July 13 – A hunt goes bad for John in Portland, Maine. “We were almost to the New Hampshire state line and I'd told Dean a little about what had happened, because I was so frustrated and ashamed that I had to talk to someone. Sammy was asleep the whole time. Then Dean asked me one of those killer questions that little kids come up with. 'Dad,' he says, 'Won't the manitou go after other people now?' That's a hard thing to face. Not that he asked the question, or that he was right, but that he had a better sense of right and wrong than I did.” [5]
November 2 - “Dean asked me today what she looked like. He never talks about her on any other day but this one. I couldn't even show him a picture, so I told him what you tell a boy who asks about his dead mother. I told him that she was beautiful and kind and she loved him and Sammy more than anything in the world.” [6]
Dean has begun hunting. [7]
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1988
Dean is 9
January 24 - “We're on our third move, so he might not finish third grade. He calls himself the New Kid all the time. He's been to three schools already this year. Who knows how many more.” [1]
May 2 - John is hunting a Shtriga in Wisconsin when he leaves Sam and Dean alone in a hotel room. Dean gets bored and goes out and comes back to find the Shtriga attacking Sammy. John returns in time to scare the Shtriga off. [2] “I could blame Dean, but it's my fault. There's enough blame to go around. I missed the kill, and I left Dean watching Sam, and he couldn't pull the trigger when he needed to. I haven't taught him well enough. If he is weak like that again, my boys will die... but what kind of father am I to put my a nine-year-old boy in a situation where he might have to kill to protect his brother? I'm the kind of father I have to be. I'm the kind of father who teaches his boys that no man or monster can kill their mother and get away with it.” [3]
They know Pastor Jim by this point. [4]
Dean and Sam (5) were playing dress up as Batman and Superman and jump of the roof of a shed. Sam breaks his arm and Dean took him to the E.R. on the handlebars of his bike. [5]
May – John knows Bobby by now. [6]
December 5 - “Dean's teacher called to tell me that he got a subscription to Weekly World News, and had it delivered to school. How is he paying for it? I could ask him, but he's already too sharp to give me a straight answer. And I could force him to, but there's no point. If that makes him feel more at him in this world...” [7] (Dean later misremembers the name of the newspaper.[8])
At some point before now Dean is given his first beer by Fred Jones in Salt Lake City. [9]
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1.18
9.15 (mentioned again in 11.08)
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2.03
8.08. He also apparently gives Sam his first beer too but it's unlikely it was this same time?
1989
Dean is 10
January 24 - “Dean turns ten today. Regan out of office.” [1]
Dean knows how to drive. [2] “Not young like I was when he actually taught me how to drive.” [3] (If Sam learned to drive by 9 (see 1992), it stands to reason Dean would have learned at least that early if not sooner.)
“When I was 10, I got my first B&E from borrowing some family's pay-per-view so I could watch the cage match between you and the Tower of Power.” [4]
May 2 – Sam turns six. John sends him to kindergarten. “He's such a different kid than Dean. Quiet, watchful. He's learned that there are things to fear in the world, but where Dean wants to fight them, you get the sense that Sammy watches, learns.” [5]
July 4 – Dean & Sam are in a day camp. Staying nights with Pastor Jim – camping in his yard. “On the fifth day of the camp, Dean was canoeing through an easy rapids on the Blue Earth River. Things went bad. Dean swore to me when he came back that he'd seen something – only he said 'someone' – capsize the canoe. I didn't think about it too much... until the next week when another canoe went over and the counselor paddling it died.” John pulls them from camp. [6]
Dean: "You couldn't been more than 5— you just started asking questions. How come we didn't have a mom? Why do we always have to move around? Where'd Dad go when he'd take off for days at a time? I remember I begged you, "Quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don't want to know.... I just wanted you to be a kid... Just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you... Keep you safe... Dad didn't even have to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It's like I had one job... I had one job..." [7]
November 2 - “Today I overheard the boys talking about her, about her death. Sammy's old enough to be asking hard questions, and I think that's making Dean think about some things that he'd put away until now. He's a tough little kid, Dean. Like me. But he's also like me in the way he holds things in. Now his little brother is asking him things and he's got to figure out a way to protect Sammy while Sammy's questions put him through the emotional wringer all over again.” [8]
Bobby takes Dean to play catch instead of “practice with the double-barrel” as John had instructed Dean. In the flash back Rufus guesses the year is around 1989. “No, we didn't shoot rifles, as a matter of fact. We threw a ball around. He's a kid, John. They both are. They're entitled.... Yeah, I know I ain't their dad.” Bobby hangs up and throws the phone down. [9]
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http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/Origins_1
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11.15
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7.10
1980s General
(i.e. there isn't a specific date mentioned for this but I'm guessing from context that it happened in this decade)
Sam sticks army men into Baby's ashtray. [1]
Dean sticks Legos into the vents. [2]
Dean eating all of Sam's Halloween candy sometime. [3]
John taking them to see World of Wrestling. Sometime before Dean is ten. Dean calls it “one of the nicest things” John ever did. Sam remembers John getting drunk. [4]
John takes Dean fishing. When Dean tells Jack, Jack feels from his tone that it's his happiest memory of John. [5]
Dean telling Sam a stupid joke to distract him from ripping off bandaids when he was little. [6]
The first beer John shared with Dean tasted like "crap". [7]
Sam's memory of Thanksgivings: “We had a bucket of extra-crispy and Dad passed out on the couch. [8]
"I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up." [9]
Dean says he believed the TV ads about Sea Monkeys having families [10]
Dean mentions a babysitter, Mrs Chancy, who was obsessed with the TV show Dynasty [11], which ran until 1989 when Dean was ten. This could be a lie he's just telling a kid to get him to open up about his babysitter though.
"Alright, here we go. John Winchester's famous cure-all kitchen sink stew. There you go. Enough cayenne pepper in there to burn your lips off, just like Dad used to make."
"You used to read to me, um, when I was little, I— I mean, really little, from that— from that old, uh... Classics Illustrated comic book. You remember that? ... Knights of the Round Table. Had all of King Arthur's knights, and they were all on the quest for the Holy Grail. And I remember looking at this picture of Sir Galahad, and, and, and he was kneeling, and— and light streaming over his face..."
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12.11 & 14.04
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14.17
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1990
Dean is 11
January 24 - “Dean turns eleven today. He asked for his own gun, and I got him one. A Seecamp LWS .32 automatic, the smallest gun I could find that offered any kind of stopping power. Dean and I poured silver slugs for it ourselves and we loaded it with alternating silver and Winchester hollow-points. He's got it in his pocket now.” [1]
January - John is injured on a hunt in Windom, Minnesota, and goes to the hospital, where he meets Kate Milligan. [2]
May 2 – They've moved around enough that Sam is behind in school. John thinks he should do more like home teaching. “I'd ask Dean to do it, but there's only so much you can pile on a kid. Having Sammy's life in his hands is enough for Dean; he can't be responsible for home-schooling Sammy too.” [3]
September 29 - Adam Milligan is born. [4]
At some point Dean makes a sawed off. He's in sixth grade. [5]
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4.19
3.03
1991
Dean is 12
February – Winchesters go to Albuquerque for a few months. Dean “even talked about wanting to play basketball this spring, but I'm not sure he's serious. I think he's taking cues from me, talking about everyday stuff when I try to keep us in one place. Then when we're on the road again, all he can talk about is hunting.” [1]
March – Sam played a sunbeam in the school play and talking about a science project to enter into the school fair. John working construction. [2]
March 17 – The kids play soccer. [3]
April 1 – John quits his job. Mrs Lyle kidnaps Sam – taking him to a regional science fair but not. “Dean came through. I don't have any words for how proud I am of him. His brother's under some kind of spell, there's a giant monster made out of train parts coming after me, and he has the presence of mind to find the journal and read the exorcism out of it. I almost lost both of my boys today.... How am I going to explain to Sammy that we're not going back to school?... To top it all off, I had to give Sammy a sharp lecture on not talking to strangers. While I was on the phone with Bobby, he just got out of the car and went up to a black Seville. I read him the riot act – Dean too, since he let it happen and it's his job to watch Sammy. All Sammy would say about it was that the guy wanted to know where we were going.” [4]
April 7 – At Bobby's. [5]
April 18 – Silas, friend of Bobby's tells John Sam is special. [6]
April 19 – John taking Dean deer hunting. “It's out of season but the Dakotas are lousy with Deer and Dean needs to pull a trigger to sharpen him up.... The hunting trip was nearly a disaster. Dean missed the shot. I sent him after the buck, a beautiful twelve-pointer, and he dropped the gun when he tripped on the trail. Then out of nowhere comes Sammy, who picks up the gun and lays that big boy out. A seven-year old... well, almost eight. Then he tells me that the deer had taken Dean's gun, and that Sammy had to protect him.” Sam got a ride from the Black Seville to the trail. They go back to see Silas. Dean & John leave for an hour but they see the Seville. Go back to Silas'. John leaves Dean outside with Sam on the porch but John finds Silas butchered inside. [7]
Dean to Bobby: “You used to take us hunting. Remember? Dad had a case, he'd just dump us on you. Shoot, you must have taught us most of the outdoor tracking we know.” Bobby: “Yeah, what I could get to stick. I never could get you little grubs to pull a trigger on a single deer.” Dean: “You’re talking about Bambi, man.” Bobby: “You don't shoot Bambi, jackass. You shoot Bambi's mother.” [8] (This interaction isn't directly referencing the story above but it adds context, I think.)
April 20 – John has kidnapped Anderson, from the Black Seville, stolen the car and Dean killed Anderson. “My oldest son is blooded.” [9]
December 25 - Sam (8) and Dean are at a motel in Broken Bow, Nebraska. John is hunting while Sam and Dean spend Christmas alone together. Sam reads John's Journal and finds out that Mary's death was supernatural, monsters are real, and that John hunts them. He confronts Dean, who confirms it. Sam gives Dean an amulet. [10] John suspects Sam has been reading the journal. Says he left them presents. Dean stole night vision goggles from the gun show in Amarillo to give to John from him & Sam. [11] “They're both starting to act out a little, because we're apart so much. Sam gets resentful and has trouble keeping his temper. Dean tries to fix everything and keep us together as a team.” [12]
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1992
Dean is 13
January 24 – they celebrate at Mama Janer's in Flint, Michigan. [1]
March 30 - “I thought the lesson was learned back in Wisconsin, but the same thing almost happened again. I left the boys next at the beach in Two Lakes State Park and went looking for a skinwalker, and then it was Ichi all over again. Only this time the skinwalker took on the appearance of a park ranger it had killed, and nearly got the boys to come with it because they trusted the uniform. I still can't completely trust them on a hunt. I took it down, and lit into the two of them. Especially Dean. I have to be hard on him because one of these days I'm not going to be around, and he's the one who's going to have to look out for his brother. He's a badass, though. I thought I was tough when I was thirteen, but Dean would have kicked my ass six ways to Sunday.” [2]
John buys a Playboy featuring Anna-Nicole Smith, both boys end up reading it. [3]
June - Sam tells John he is afraid of the monster in his closet and John gives him a .45. [4] Sam sleeps with it under his pillow and sleeps soundly for 5 nights in a row. [5]
Sam wants to go hunting with Dean. Dean says John said no. John calls to ask Sam to come. [6]
Sam learns to drive when he's nine. [7]
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7.22
1.01
John's Journal
11.08
John's Journal (mentioned in 1999)
1993
Dean is 14
January 24 – Dean goes to the movies with "girlfriend" (according to John) Katie. “Quite the ladykiller that kid. Like I was at his age.” John thinks Dean is like him and trouble. “He's like me. If i'm not careful with him, by the time he's twenty he'll have left a trail of kids and arrests warrants all over the country.” [1]
January – Motel Baba Yaga case. Dean says, “I was babysitting you when I was your age”. Sam says "I'm pretty sure that's illegal." Dean sees the nest, a pile of dead kids and has "nightmares about it for the longest time." [2]
May – Sam has been on a soccer team. He had a game and John took him bow hunting instead. They need to learn weapons because “there are demons after Sammy. He needs to know how to fight them, and Dean needs to know how to protect him.” [3]
Summer - John takes them hiking in the Rocky Mountains. One day he fills packs for Sam & Dean and takes them up a mountain and leaves them around dark, telling them to wait for an hour then try to find the way back and that he doesn't expect them for days. They find the packs are full of mostly useless supplies. John says it's a lesson not to trust anyone. [4] (DM me if you want the full quote. It's really sad.)
December 25 – Joplin, Missouri. Sam & Dean give John a book on theosophy which John guesses they stole. [5]
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15.16
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"Witches Canyon" by Jeff Mariotte, 195-198
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1994
Dean is 15
January – Dean helps John “take out a spirit haunting a grocery owned by an Indian family in Erie, Pennsylvania.” It wasn't as simple as burning bones because of different traditions. [1]
May 2 – Sam asks for a computer for his birthday. John gets him a Macintosh Performa. “Looks like Team Winchester just took a big leap ahead when it comes to gathering information.” John mentions Bobby helped him get fake credit cards. [2]
Summer - Sam and Dean spend part of the summer being looked after by Donna, a babysitter (and maid at the Mayflower) in Housatonic, Massachusetts, while John hunts. One time John is gone for two weeks. It is the summer before Sam enters 6th grade, and he assigns himself a summer reading list. Dean possibly has a crush on Donna. [3]
October - They are living In Bismark (North Dakota?). Sam has a crush on Andrea Howell & has a really bad experience at her Halloween party, throwing up. Sam hides in the woods until Dean comes and gets him. [4]
Sam still believes in the Easter Bunny until close to here. [5]
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5.12
14.04
10.12
1995
Dean is 16
January 24 – Montana hunting a werewolf with bows. John says he'll let Dean take the lead on the hunt the next day. [1]
January 25 – Dean does very well. Good shot. [2] Dean's first Werewolf. Sam go to the body burning. "So. I pick up this crossbow. And I hit that ugly sucker with a silver-tipped arrow right in his heart. Sammy's waiting in the car, and uh, me and my dad take the thing into the woods, burn it to a crisp. I'm sitting there and looking into the fire, and I'm thinking to myself, I'm sixteen years old. Most kids my age are worried about pimples, prom dates. I'm seeing things that they'll never even know. Never even dream of." [3]
Dean spends two months at Sonny's Home for Boys after being caught shoplifting. [4]
April 20 - Dean's award for New York Wrestling Champion. [5] John is in Oklahoma City hunting. [6]
Sam spends all of his time on the computer or arguing with John. “He wants to be in one place, live a normal life. The older he gets, the more he wants it. But the older he gets, the more I'm going to need him to help on the hunt. He's got to understand that.” [7]
November 13 – Sam's soccer team won division championship. John writes that he's proud of him and that he'll keep the trophy. [8]
November 24 - Sam has his first traditional Thanksgiving dinner at his crush Stephanie’s house. He has been attending a school called McKinley for two weeks. [9]
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2.03
9.07
9.07
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3.03 & John's Journal Book
5.16
1996
Dean is 17
January 24 – John takes Dean shooting. Then sends him to hunt. “I've let him take the lead before but I've always been there to back him up. This time he's on his own. Partly it's a test, and partly I wanted some time with Sammy. Should be no problem for Dean. Ghosts of two nuns haunting St. Stephen's Indian Mission in Riverton, Wyoming. Simple salt-and-burn mission. Nuns in love with each other, then discovered. Killed themselves. We scoped the situation out, figured that something must be left behind that's now a focus for the haunting. Bible, rosary beads, some small article that's hidden somewhere in their room. I figured Dean would take care of it no problem, but I still stayed close by with Sammy.... Dean took care of the nuns just like I thought he would, but I don't think I'm going to be sending him on any more solos soon.” [1]
Sam finishes sixth grade a year late. He's mad about it. [2]
July 4 - Dean and Sam set off fireworks in a field and almost burn it down. [3]
At some point when Sam was 13 he ran away for two weeks while under Dean's watch in Flagstaff, Arizona, living off pizza in a cabin and befriending a dog he called Bones. Dean scoured the whole town looking for him and worried he might have died, and John was furious when he found out. [3]
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1997
Dean is 18
January 24 – John gives Dean the Impala. “I've taught Dean a lot of what I know about working on cars, which was everything until 1983.... He knows I'll still be driving it, but he's a man now, and since he's already made his share of kills, this was the only right of passage I could think of. He goddamn well better take care of it.” [1]
When he's 13, Sam briefly wants to be a magician. [2]
May – Sam has been having strange dreams. “Plus now that he's hitting adolescence, he's a giant pain in the ass. Dean just chased girls and snuck around with beers in his coat pockets.” Sam just shuts down or wants to argue. [3]
June 16 – John claims Dean graduates high school & gets a diploma. John says Sam will be graduating when he's nineteen and will be mad about it. [4] But Dean didn't graduate high school. He got a GED. [5]
July 4 - Sam and Dean “burned down that field” when they set off their own fireworks display. [6]
Summer - The Winchesters hunt a werewolf. [7]
November - Sam and Dean attend Truman High in Fairfax, Indiana, for 3 or 4 weeks, while John is on a hunt that was originally supposed to be 2 weeks but ended up taking longer than expected. Dean is in 12th Grade. It is the third school they have attended since September. [8]
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4.13
1998
Dean is 19
Sam is a mathlete. [1]
Summer - While John and Dean are off hunting a Kitsune, Sam stays in Lincoln, Nebraska, and does research for them. While there, he meets a girl and has his first kiss - only to discover that John and Dean's hunt has circled back on him. [2]
May – John feels Sam is shirking his duty. Dean and Sam don't get along as well. [3]
July - Dean goes on a solo "five states in five days" road trip, but ends up spending most of it in Cicero, Indiana, with Lisa Braeden. In the meantime, John & Sam "tie up a hunt" in Orlando, Florida. [4]
Dean meets Rhonda Hurley, she makes him try on her pink, satin panties and he likes it. [5]
At some point they spend time with Travis, the hunter. [6]
4.04
7.03
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3.02
5.04
4.04
1999
Dean is 20
January 24 – Dean in Ohio. “Hasn't called in a couple of days. Tracking a possible poltergeist. He's supposed to call in every night. Mission discipline is critical.” [1]
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1990s General
Dean trying to cook Winchester Surprise on a hotplate with food (baloney and sliced cheese) that it seems Sam shoplifted in the rain. John gets home and throws it out. [1] In Lebanon John tells Sam he remembers this and apologizes to Sam for it. [2]
Sam and Dean visited the Cleveland Botanical Gardens on a field trip. [3]
Dean going to CBGB "way underage" and John coming to get him. [4]
Hunting the chupacabra in Mexico. Sam is an olderish teenager when he says this happened the year before. [5]
John making Dean be bait, [6]
Dean used to live on “Nerve Damage” (“10 times the legal limit of caffeine”) as a kid. [7]
Escalating prank wars? [8]
Could be 80s too: Dean: “Remember that wreath Dad brought home that one year?” Sam: “You mean the one he stole from, like, a liquor store?” Dean: “Yeah, it was a bunch of empty beer cans. That thing was great.” [9]
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14.14 production draft. Corroborated by 1.20. Putting this in 1990s and not 1980s is very generous imo.
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3.08
2000
January 1 – Dean has a terrible hangover. Immobile. John is also hungover. [1]
January 24 - Dean is 21. “I'd buy him a beer if I thought it would be something new. He's also old enough to buy his own guns now. I tried to raise him right, and it looks like I did. He's a scam artist, a ladies' man, and an absolutely loyal son. He knows what's right and doesn't hesitate to do it. I'm proud of him. Now that he's hunting on his own I don't see as much of him, but I know he's out there. When I call him on a job, he's right there every time. I've spent the last sixteen years afraid that I was going to screw him up somehow. Maybe now I can forget about that.” [2]
May 2 – John buys Sam a Mac for his birthday. [3]
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2001
Dean is 22. He's away from John in Arkansas. [1]
May 2 – Sam & John aren't getting along. “He hunts when we need him to, but he's never committed himself the way Dean did. Dean's never known any other way to live, or if he has, he doesn't act like it. He's playing the role he was born to play.... I've given [Sam] more slack that I ever gave Dean.... Dean never even thought about college. We used to joke about it once in a while.” John wants to convince Sam not to go to college. Sam helps hide their trail of credit cards. [2]
Sam smokes weed maybe. [3]
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11.19
Pre-2002, 2000s General
Sam & Dean driving 1,000 miles for an Ozzy show. [1]
Driving two days for a Jayhawks game. [2]
John catches Lee and Dean 'wasted' on a hunt. [3]
John plays Dean and Lee “Good Ol Boys” before hunts. “Listen up boys this is real music. [4]
Sam used to try to get him & Dean to do 'honest work' rather than hustling pool.[5]
The Las Vegs annual trip. [6]
Sam ran tech for a production of Oklahoma. [7]
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5.22
15.17
15.17
5.22
7.08 (this seems like a stretch, imo)
10.05
Post-2002, 2000s General
Dean sleeps with Annie. [1]
Dean sees Lee while Sam's in college. [2] Possibly the 'cult thing in Arizona' 'what that thing did to that family, those kids.' Because Lee does one more job after that in Texas and retires.
At some point Dean hunts a Vetala and learns they usually hunt in pairs. [3]
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15.17
7.11
2002
Dean is 23. John imagines he feels physically invincible. [1]
March 8 - Sam says he's leaving hunting to go to Stanford University. John says if he leaves to stay gone. [2] “And now he's going to college? He can go to hell, is where he can go.” (“Dean has always responded to discipline because he believes in the mission”) [3]
June 13 – Sam graduated high school (he's 19). John thinks he's mad it took him a year longer. [4]
August 31 – Sam leaves & John tells him to stay gone. [5]
September - Adam Milligan meets John Winchester. [6] (This could be any time from now til 2003 but I think it would be now because John will want to feel he can replace Sam or do something right.)
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2003
Dean is 24
January 24 - “I was twenty-four when I married his mother. Sorry, kid. Every boy has to cut the apron strings sometime, and for you it's not going to be until we kill off a supernatural entity that seriously needs killing.” [1]
Dean dates Cassie Robinson in Athens, Ohio, for a few weeks, while she finishes up her senior year of college (at Ohio University). Cassie breaks up with Dean after Dean tells her about hunting. [2] It lasts less than two months. [3]
May 2 – Dean & John are leaving Ohio. John overhears Dean on the phone talking about Sam. John notices Dean has been in a rough mood. [4]
June 13 – Dean hears about a succubus in Brooklyn from Richie and heads out quickly. [5]
June 21 - Dean is involved in a hunt for the father of Cole Trenton, in Nyack, NY. [6]
October 9 – Poltergeist case in Kittanning, PA. [7] John mentions that he's been visiting Palo Alto but not like seeing Sam. [8]
John gets taken from this year into the future in "Lebanon." He is sleeping in the Impala and Dean calls him and he tells him he'll be back soon. [9]
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14.13
2004
Dean is 25
End of June – John visits Palo Atlo & sees that Sam has a girlfriend. [1]
September 29 - John takes Adam to a ballgame for his 14th birthday. [2]
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4.19
2005
Dean is 26, dude.
January 1 - “When I was twenty-six, I'd been married for two years and had a toddler. Dean's never been with a woman for more than a couple of weeks at a time. I've prevented him from being a father.” [1]
January 24 – John mentions he's been telling Dean more about the demon stuff he's learning from Bobby. [2]
Summer - John teaches Adam to drive using the Impala (this is after John gave Dean the car for his 18th). [3]
September 29 - John buys Adam a beer when he's 15. [4]
October 3 - John cuts off contact with Dean (John is in Jericho, Dean in New Orleans). [5]
October 28 – John leaves journal in Jericho & goes after demon. [6]
End of October – Dean comes to get Sam.
Dean: "I must have stood outside your dorm for hours... because I didn't... I didn't know what... What you would say. I thought you'd tell me to... to get lost or get dead. And I don't know what I would've done... if I didn't have you. 'Cause I was so scared." [7]
John's Journal
John's Journal
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4.19
1.01 & John's Journal
John's Journal
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General Comments
(i.e. just quotes and things that are either too general to place in time or give windows into Dean's feelings about John at various points)
Toni Bevell saying about John's drunken rages and weeks of abandonment. Also pointing out that Dean & Sam didn't tell Mary about it. [1]
Dean says he & Sam could have benefited from a mother's dating advice. [2]
Sam talks about worrying when John & Dean would be out on a hunt and he wouldn't hear from them for days. He thought about what he would do. [3]
Sam saying it seemed to him Dean & John bonded over hunting. [4]
Dean's allusions to liking dancing/wanting to be a dancer. [5]
John saying hunter gatherings were trouble and in general keeping Sam & Dean away from them. [6]
Dean: “I know things got dicey… you know, with dad… the way he was. And I just… I didn’t always look out for you the way that I should’ve. I mean, I had my own stuff, you know. In order to keep the peace, it probably looked like I took his side quite a bit. Sometimes when I was… when I was away, you know it wasn’t ‘cause I just ran out, right? Dad would… he would send me away when I really pissed him off. I think you knew that.” [7]
Dean: “Ah well, growing up it was a… it was always nice to check out once in a while. I like to watch movies where I know the bad guy is going to lose.” [8]
“you know kids, no matter what they still want the old man's approval” about an abusive dad. Dean agrees to it. [9]
Dean drinks to “crappy childhoods”. [10]
Dean: “Jo, you've got options. No one in their right mind chooses this life. My dad started me in this when I was so young... I wish I could do something else... Jo, you've got a mother that worries about you. Who wants something more for you. Those are good things. You don't throw things like that away. Might be hard to find later.” [11]
Sam: “his drill sergeant thing worked with you but it didn't work with me.” [12]
Sam: “Dad always said it was temporary, Dean. He said it for 22 years.” [13]
Dean: “And I get what I've been doing lately, you know, what with the yelling and the acting like a prison guard. It's just, that's not me. You tell yourself you're not gonna be something, you know? But my dad was exactly like this. All the time. It's scaring the hell out of me.” [14]
Sam: “I wish I could have that kinda innocence.” Dean: “If it means anything, sometimes I wish you could too.” [15]
“I'm starting to get why parents lie to their kids. You want them to believe that the worst thing out there is mixing Pop Rocks and Coke—protect them from the real evil. You want them going to bed feeling safe. If that means lying to them, so be it. The more I think about it...the more I wish Dad had lied to us.” [16]
Dean says he's been wanting John and Mary back together since he was four. [17]
Dean learned to use CB radios to look for leads from truckers. John used them all the time. [18]
“Growing up on the road, no matter where Dad dragged us, no matter what we did, there was always a TV. And you know what was on that TV? Scooby and the gang.” [19]
Sam: "And when we were kids how many times did we tell dad we were fine just to make him happy?!" [20]
Sam says explicitly that they had to hustle pool to eat. [21] Additionally, Sam says John made them do this. [22]
Travis: "you ever been really hungry? I mean, haven't-eaten-in-days hungry?" Dean: a 'yeah' so emphatic his voice cracks. Sam: silence. [23]
John: “You know, when you were a kid, I'd come home from a hunt, and after what I'd seen, I'd be, I'd be wrecked. And you, you'd come up to me and you, you'd put your hand on my shoulder and you'd look me in the eye and you'd... You'd say 'It's okay, Dad'... You shouldn't have had to say that to me, I should have been saying that to you. You know, I put, I put too much on your shoulders, I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy, you took care of me. You did that, and you didn't complain, not once.” [24]
12.21
11.12
11.18
12.20
7.16 & 15.10
2.03 & 12.06
14.12
14.04
13.02
10.12
2.06
13.04
6.02
6.02
1.18
5.06
14.13
13.11
13.16
14.16
15.11
1.08
4.04
2.01
Shoutout to these great timelines as well! http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/Timeline_(Pre-series) & https://supernatural.fandom.com/wiki/Chronology_of_Supernatural
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fbfh · 2 years
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percy x pregnant!reader hcs
(reader is preggers but otherwise gn) tw for standard pregnancy content
tag list: @1dpjohoohp@avashaye @perseajohnson @afidiofobia @thatmultifandomloser @yelenabel0vaswife
Okay okay oh my god
First of all
When you first find out you’re pregnant????
Holy shit
His face lights up, tears misting the corners of his eyes in a way you’ve never seen before
He’ll pull you close and pick you up and spin you around
I feel like I’ve mentioned this before but (spoilers for the office)
Remember when jim found out pam was pregnant????
It’s like that
Seriously his eyes are all sparkly, he can’t stop giggling and crying and hugging you
Then he’s like oh my god we have to tell my mom
You two briefly discuss surprising her with something cute but know neither of you have the patience
You either go to her place if you’re close enough or call her with the news
“Yeah, we wanted to tell you in person but we couldn’t wait…”
SHE YELLS SO MUCH OMG
Sally is on top of everything you need help with
She knows great doctors, great places to get baby stuff, great parenting books and blogs, she even has some of percy’s leftover baby stuff
For your first trimester it’s a lot of learning and doctor’s appointments and finding the right prenatal vitamins
At one point after you guys go grocery shopping for some stuff you’ve been craving, he’s helping you put it away
He looks at the two bottles of vitamins for expecting mothers
It really hits him
You’re going to be parents to a little baby in a few painfully short yet agonizingly long months
He’s so excited
He’ll probably try at least a bite of your cravings with you
He doesn’t always get how it works but he’s happy and relieved that they’re making you feel better
You’re really overwhelmed by your mood swings
Especially in your first trimester since they’re new to you
Percy is literally the best most supportive mans you could ask for
Whenever you get upset that you’re so emotional or try to logic yourself out of being upset
Boom
He’s right there
He doesn’t talk you down from being upset, he talks you into being kinder to yourself and lets you feel your feelings
It’s something you didn’t know how much you needed
If there’s something that suddenly disgusts you
Boom
Gone
For some reason the smell of old spice made you sick out of nowhere so he switched body washes
You felt really bad
“I mean, you like old spice, and-”
“Hey. I like you and our baby more than soap.”
It makes you cry (happy tears) and you hug him really tight
Once you’re in your second trimester and you start showing
He gets so excited
He tells you constantly how cute you are pregnant
Seriously
You start to get stretch marks on your belly and he thinks it’s the prettiest thing ever
When your doctor says she wants to test for genetic disorders Percy is right there holding your hand the whole time
She explains it’s pretty common for the second trimester
After some tests she informs you your baby is perfectly healthy
You both cry in relief a little
You’re updating Sally and Paul on everything
If you have a good relationship with your parents then you probably have a group text to update them all at once
If you’re close with your parents Sally and Paul will team up with them to surprise you guys
Baby showers, shopping sprees, family nights all pitching in on the nursery
THEY ARE SO EXCITED TO BE GRANDPARENTS!!!!!
You’re probably going to be shopping for more maternity clothes too
You’re looking for a pair of jeans that will actually be comfortable with Percy and you’re struggling
He’s so supportive oh my god
You feel like throwing in the towel on jeans until the baby’s born
Then you feel the baby move
Like noticeably move
You tell him excitedly and you’re both freaking together in the old navy maternity section
Oh my god belly kisses
So many of them
He kisses you good night, then your baby
“I love you two. Sweet dreams.”
When you start getting achy during your second trimester he’s right there with tylenol and epsom salt
And kisses
Ofc
The nursery is really coming together too
And it looks absolutely adorable
Once you’re in your third trimester you’re showing a lot
He can not stop telling you how cute you are pregnant
As if he did before
When he feels the baby kick for the first time
Oh my god
It’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen
I’m not going to lie
He’ll probably surprise you with a puppy
Almost definitely
“Now our little goldfish will have a best friend waiting when they get here,”
You have no idea how your baby got the nickname goldfish
You think it was back in your first trimester when you were talking about being ready
Somehow the joke, “it’s just like taking care of a goldfish, just with a little more responsibility” was made
Since then your baby’s nickname has been goldfish
The first thing puppy does is lick your belly
“Oh yeah, best friends.”
At one point the doorbell rings
“Who is it?”
“It’s uh… a surprise. From my dad.”
“What?!”
You go to the door, and see Percy standing in front of a beautifully decorated crib
It’s ornate, with thin greek columns and decorated like Posiedon’s palace
You’re both completely speechless
“I guess… we’ll donate the other one?”
You’re not going to lie, it was exactly what the nursery needed
It looks perfect
Whenever your back hurts or your feet get swollen, Percy’s right there for you
Which has been much more often lately
You realize suddenly that your due date is drawing closer
“We should probably pack our hospital bags soon,” you muse, figuring it’s better to do it early than at the last minute
As soon as you say that, Percy’s reading hospital bag checklists for first time parents
His heart swells again
First time parents
That’s you guys
He lets out a chuckle and you make a night out of it
Once you have one backpack and two totes fully ready, you consider it successfully accomplished
You freak out once you start having contractions
You can’t tell if they’re braxton hicks or not
“I’d rather be at the hospital with a false alarm.” he says, his unwavering support grounding you
“Yeah. Good plan.” you grab one of the bags and head to the car
When your contractions start getting closer together on the drive over, you realize this is it
This is real labor
Your baby is coming
Percy calls his mom while they’re taking you to your hospital room
“Mom. It’s time”
She and Paul rush over as soon as they can
It really hits you again
You’re having a baby
Right now
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heartbreakgrill · 3 years
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Found Me a Lover; Calum Hood
a/n: literally nothing special, but I was feeling fluffy. 18th Valentine’s Day alone 😃
description: you and your man celebrate
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You scrolled through Instagram, liking and commenting hearts on your friends Valentine’s Day posts. You skipped past random celebrities you followed because it would be slightly weird if you would comment heart on their posts. Occasionally, you’d repost someone’s adorable couple photo on your story for your followers to also gush over.
Duke lay happily on your thighs, head tucked into your elbow as your fingers lazily pulled through his fur. The television played the LA morning news, reciting some stories of homicides, house fires, and the occasional, heart warming love story. You shut off your phone and stared at the tv. You were barely paying attention, still tired from just having woke up.
You heard footsteps traveling down the hallway and peaked around the back of the couch. Calum, hood up and sweatpants lazily hanging off his hips, shuffled into the kitchen. You heard him pouring a glass of coffee before he rounded the wall and came in by the tv stand. You smiled at him, affection ready to ooze from your tongue.
He plopped onto the couch beside you, tossing his arm around your shoulder. A wet, fat kiss landed on your cheek, his breath smelling of coffee and sleep. Duke abandoned you for his dad, who made baby noises at him. You snuggled into his neck, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Calum recited the corny, capitalistic holiday slogan. “How long ya been up?”
You shrugged, “About ten minutes. Didn’t want to wake you.”
“As per usual,” he snickered. You simply tossed a smile in his direction before comfortable silence became you.
After a little bit, you stood up to go get ready. You didn’t do much, just washed your face and brushed your teeth and changed your sleeping pants to your lounging pants. Quarantine intruded on having any actual plans for Valentine’s Day, so you were planning on just doing what you normally did: Lay around.
Calum followed along not far behind you, rejoining you on the couch with a glass of water and a poptart. He held out the pastry to you and you snapped off your preserved half. You gave Duke a small nibble.
Calum swallowed, “Hey, I know we can’t do much. But, what if we just got dressed up?”
“Miss seeing me in a dress, huh?” You teased.
He winked at you, “Just a little.”
“Yeah, we can do that. Did you have plans for dinner?”
“Just figured we could order in,” Calum nodded.
Your two love languages weren’t acts of service, just quality time together. So, most Valentine’s Days were spent together, at home, sometimes with fancy dinners at night. You’d exchange gifts, but never did too much.
“Sounds good. It’s not too chilly, so maybe we could sit outside and turn on the fairy lights and stuff,” you recommended. He nodded.
Another thing about the two of you was that neither of you enjoyed surprises. You always planned. You knew already that he would be proposing, and you knew it wasn’t going to be in public. Hell, you were already technically engaged, he just hadn’t given you a ring. You knew you’d be getting married in the summer. You knew that, for your birthday next week, he’d be taking you up to San Francisco for a picnic by the bridge. Planning made you both feel safe.
Calum nodded. You lay on the couch for the rest of the day. At one point, Calum left you to go workout, then he showered, and moved to his music room. You joined him there, sitting on the mini couch with Duke as his dad worked on a song he would pitch to the band. You showered after a bit and then started getting ready.
Calum came into the bedroom while you were in the middle of putting on foundation. He smiled at you through the mirror of your vanity, making you blush. You went back to blending your makeup as he found an outfit. Calum connected to the speakers in your room and shuffled the playlist the two of you shared on Spotify: “You are everything.”
It was formed not long after you started dating, but titled six months into your relationship. You had started binge-watching The Office together, and in one Jim and Pam’s final scenes, Jim says, “Not enough for me? You are everything.” Naturally, you titled it as such.
Soon enough, you were done with your makeup. Calum had since propped up against the headboard, playing on his phone and sometimes glancing at you. When you passed him, your song came on. You had never really had one, but a few months ago, you had watched a TikTok edit of Calum and a song talking about someone who plays the bass. You showed it to Calum, who fell in love with the premise of the song, and wouldn’t stop playing it. Everytime he did, he’d drop whatever he was do it and pull you close, rocking to the beat.
You stopped in your tracks and turned to your boyfriend. He raised his eyebrows cheekily at you, reaching out a hand. You pulled him off the bed, hands finding their place on his shoulders. He grabbed your waist.
“And then I found me a lover who could play the bass, he’s kinda quiet, but his body ain’t.”
You giggled as Calum spun you around quickly. He pulled you back into his chest, dipping you to the floor. Your hair whipped in his face, and he nearly ate a chunk. He spit it out, his expression hilarious. Laughter rang from the two of you, as your bodies parted slightly. He held your hand and you began jumping to the best of the chorus.
Once the song finished, Calum pulled you into his chest. You kissed him gently, fingers gracing the bottom of his jaw. He spun you away towards the closet, emitting laughter. You found your red dress, the one you had planned on wearing to their album’s release party. He’d seen it before, since you’d put on numerous “I’m bored, I need something to do,” fashion shows.
Still, though, when you walked out of the closet, barefoot and casual, Calum grinned widely. “I am literally so head over heels for you. Like, if you asked me to go to kill Luke, I might consider it.”
“Do it, I wanna date Sierra,” you challenged.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” Calum tsked, enveloping you in his arms. “Let’s go eat.”
“Oh did you order already?”
“Yeah, I think it just came in,” Calum’s hand slid down to your fingers, grasping them between his. He led you to the front door, where your food was on the porch.
You helped him pick up everything and set it up on the patio table. The pool glistened under the glow of the string lights, a warm breeze blowing ripples through the liquid. You moved your chair next to your boy, sitting criss-cross, though you were in a dress. Calum looked over at you, a bright smile caressing his cheeks and lips. You swept his hand into yours, and though it slowed your eating, you didn’t care.
It wasn’t anything special, but it was enough.
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spookymultimedia · 2 years
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Guided Meditation
Jim bonds with his boyfriend Dwight through meditation.
"Dwight?" Jim plopped next to the spot next to where his boyfriend was seated. Dwight had been reading a book on Jim and Pam's couch while Pam was away with friends that afternoon. His shoulders jumped at the younger man's sudden appearance and looked over at him. He made a small huff. 
       "Sorry. What's that thing you do where you sit still and um? You sit with your hands like this? And close your eyes?" Jim took this middle finger and thumb and put the tips together to make a circle with them. 
  "Meditation?"
            "Yeah that." He rolled over onto his back and rested his head on the other man's lap, looking up at him. Dwight rested his hand on Jim's chest out of instinct.
    "Question: why?" Jim asked him. 
He set down his book aside and pursed his lips thinking.
        "Well, I do it to calm the nerves and get in touch with my-, spirit I guess? I don't know what to really call it."
                   "Like your soul or something?" Jim cocked his head to the side with his hands resting on his belly. A bit of his shirt was pulled up by gravity, showing bits of skin on his tummy. Dwight smiled at the pretty boy. 
       "Well, yes but also no. It's like the connection between my mind and body."
      "You're what? Pagan?"
"Panthest."
   He could feel the couch shake slightly underneath him from Jim bouncing his leg against the couch. He reached his hand up and stroked at the front bits of his hair;oily and kinda gross feeling as usual. 
    "Oh. Is meditation spiritual?"
"Not inherently. It can be something to do to keep your mind grounded. It is very helpful for anxiety and stress."
       "Oh so that's why you do it so much." Jim smiled. 
  "Mmm well, yeah. It helps honestly. Do you want to try it?" 
      He sat up and nodded, "yeah. How do I start?" 
   "Get comfortable."
He sat looking at Dwight while his leg was still bouncing. "Um. Do I cross my legs or something?" 
                   "Is it comfortable?"
     "I think so?" He furrowed his brows. He got onto the floor and crossed his legs. He sat there a few seconds before uncrossing them. He sat in many different positions before standing up, quickly paced into another room and came back. He hummed in frustration.
         "You're overthinking it. Just do whatever you do to relax."
      He laid on his stomach and planted his face on the floor. He made a low whine. 
Dwight sat next to him.
        "My goodness jitterbug, you have so much energy," He spoke affectionately and petted his back. 
Jim moved his head to look at Dwight. 
"Staying still is hard. How do you do it? Just sitting there?"
             He shrugged, "It's not that hard for me to stay still. I just do."
Jim looked down at the floor and scrunched up his eyebrows. 
   "Why are you trying to go about this like you don't have adhd?"
     He shrugged, "I don't know." He stared at the floor feeling ashamed and quite embarrassed.
    "I can't stay still. I need to move."
"If you need to move then move."
    "Isn't the point to be still??" He propped up on his arms and looked up at Dwight. 
"Not necessarily, you just need to be present and aware of your body. You can meditate while washing the dishes or paint, or something."
      "I don't get it."
He sat up next to Dwight. 
   "I think you will once it happens."
"You sound cryptic." He rested his head on Dwight's shoulder. 
"If you need to move around to get comfortable then do it."
                               "You think so?"
            "Maybe."
Jim took a deep breath, "But I'll look silly."
  "So what?? It helps. Who cares? I don't care. I promise." He took Jim's hand and squeezed it softly.
      "Okay." He smiled and stood up. He started to pace around and sometimes stopped to clap. His clapping was quick and rigid. It was exhilarating but only felt natural. He did that for a while before he laid on the floor. 
    "Good?" 
He nodded and smiled while catching his breath. 
      "Do you want to meditate together?"
         "Yeah." He sat up and sat with his legs folded on the floor.
Dwight joined him on the floor and smiled.
         "I sat like that when I learned karate. Sort of. It was more like this. " He set his palms on his lap near his waist facing each other with his elbows out and his back straight.
            "Cool." Jim's eyes lit up. 
"Yeah. Sometimes we sat like this on hard cold floors for hours. It took alot of self control and discipline." He relaxed his arms and took Jim's hands into his. He pet his thumbs over his hand. Dwight's hands were soft in some areas but callused at the tips of his fingers from hard work. They were warm and firm hands. 
          "Breathe slowly." 
Jim closed his eyes and did as he said. 
    "Hold it for a few seconds, then breathe out gradually." 
        It took a minute for Jim to get into the rhythm of it, but once he did his shoulders began to ease their tension. He opened his and looked around. Dwight saw him and smiled. 
   "How do I ground my mind?" He mumbled. His mind was usually racing with static and sound. Dwight let go of his hand and put his hand out with his palm facing Jim.
           "Put your hand over mine." Jim placed his hand over his. His hand was roughly longer than his lover's hand.
 "Close your eyes and focus on how it feels. Keep breathing. You're doing great." 
Jim hummed skeptic.
"If you have other thoughts it's ok. It's just like wind. Just let it pass. It's ok."
       He closed his eyes and focused on the sensation of his lover's hand. He kept still a few minutes. Dwight slowly took his other hand to match the other. He glanced at Jim's face, it was less tense than before. He closed his own eyes. After a couple minutes Jim opened his eyes and stood up. "I tried." Dwight blinked and looked up at him smiling.
       "You did good, really. You'll get better with practice. Did it feel nice?"
         Jim nodded. "Yes. Yes it was. It was." He blinked and giggled. "Wow."
Dwight smiled wide at his boyfriend. "Maybe we can try again later tonight? So you can wind down to sleep?"
  "Yeah, yeah that sounds good." He plopped down by Dwight and hugged him . He pulled Jim into his lap and hugged him closer. "I love you so much." He pecked his head as Jim giggled. He nuzzled into Dwight's neck and closed his eyes. "Thank you."
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wendystales · 3 years
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Memories - lrh (Chapter Sixteen)
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Chapter Fifteen ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ Chapter Seventeen
Luke pov.
“Do it again.” Ashton asks, staring at me intently.
We were about to leave my house for my surprise party, which I discovered in less than an hour. I was rehearsing a face of surprise so as not to end the surprise, cause I know everyone worked hard for it.
I widen my eyes, breaking into a smile.
“I can't believe you deceived me.” I say with my voice altered by the ‘surprise’.
“Don't say that, it will be very obvious that you know. Says ‘I can't believe you threw a party for me’.” he suggests.
"I can't believe you threw a party for me." I redo the entire acting.
“Yep! Me either. But what doesn't M&Ms ask, that I don't do?” Ash dries the water bottle with a shrug. “I'm just kidding.” he laughs after seeing my face.
“Speaking of her…” I fill my glass with some more wine, since it's too early for us to go. “Something new?” Ashton denies, frustrated too.
“I commented that she was acting weird, but she just changed the conversation and said that she's been busy and that she was nervous about the party.” he sighs. I massage my forehead, annoyed.
"Am I going to have to put her against the wall to get something?" I look at him, not knowing what to do.
“You know this isn't going to work. She's going to run away, you're going to fight, she's going to walk away and you're going to be more annoying than you already are.” I appreciate my friend's attempt to change the mood with provocation, but it has no effect.
"I can't find any reason to give me any sign of what's going on. Was it my fault? I knew I shouldn't have stayed with her that Saturday, I pushed the situation too hard and now she's pulling away, avoiding me-”
“Oh shut up! Don't even start with that.” Irwin raises his voice, cutting mine off. "Marnie isn't like that, she doesn’t do these things. If she wasn't comfortable she was going to talk. You said yourself that she asked you to sleep there. She let you pick her up on Monday and asked you to take her home, even after you dedicated Best Years to her. She didn't run away there, because it was remarkable how much she liked the song. You should pay more attention to the way she looks at you.”
A silly laugh escapes my lips when I see Ashton imitate her looking at me and smiling. My heart warms at the possibility that she is actually falling in love with me, just as I already am with her.
"Luke, if she didn't want to get back together, she wouldn't open up so many gaps and opportunities for you to be together. She must just be confused about the feelings. That's how it looked for the first time. Look, let's analyze her behavior today, after all the stress of the party and then we get stressed.”
I agree with my friend. I'm freaking out over something that shouldn't be very important. Maybe it's all the pressure with finishing the album. The release date is approaching and sure enough, Jim freaking out in my ear for the publicity trip we were supposed to be doing, but we're still going against it due to Marnie's accident.
I don't know how many times I have to tell him I'm not leaving LA yet. This delay wasn't hindering anything, so I don't know why he makes such a point.
“Go, get rid of that dead face and let's enjoy your party.” Ash slaps my shoulder.
We left the house, heading to Jack's house, where the party would be. I've been training my face the entire way, wanting it to be as realistic as possible, even though everyone already suspects that I know.
Even if I didn't know it, the moment I see the street full of cars, I realize that I would find out there. Irwin tells them we're coming and I notice the noise of the music fade away. Discreet.
We entered the house, finding everything quiet and tidy. But when we turn to the kitchen and garden, a lot of people scream in surprise. I take a step back, like I'm really shocked.
"I can't believe you did that." I look at Ash, wanting to see that I did well. But his expression ‘so so’ disappoints me.
“In the car it was better.” he says before walking away and letting people get closer.
I don't know how many people I hugged, but I know the only one I wanted to see was the last one to arrive. I hold my breath, seeing her in a black leather skirt and a transparent black blouse, highlighting her tattoo between her breasts.
I swallow hard, cracking a nervous smile as she approaches with a huge grin, almost jumping into my lap. Unlike yesterday, where I just got a congratulations message, M&Ms hug me, leaving a lingering kiss on my cheek.
“Happy Birthday!” the gleam in her eyes proves to me she's already a little high.
I resist the urge to steal a kiss from her lips, just kissing her cheek back but giving her waist a squeeze, pressing her against my body. She seems to notice my intent, drastically changing her breathing.
"I wanted to talk to you later. If possible.” I say against her ear.
“About?” her eyes sweep me for any clues.
“Surprise.” I reveal, seeing her roll her eyes in agreement.
I watch her walk away with the girls, but she doesn't fully break eye contact with me, looking at me from afar. I let out a breath, realizing it's going to be a long night and another long battle to resist her and the urge to take her to a dark corner.
In the kitchen, where most of the drinks are, I start my work, drinking the alcohol, enjoying the burning sensation that the liquid leaves in my throat. I get distracted with video game conversation and allow my mind to relax with lighter, more relaxed topics.
The party had been going on for a few hours. My head is already light, due to the high alcohol content my body retains. I know I'm laughing at some bullshit Brian is talking about, even though his words don't make any sense in my mind. Maybe I've already had too much to drink and it's better to stop for a while. I don't want to be sick at my own party.
The term vibrates in my mind and I start searching the crowd for the cotton candy hair, worried about her condition. The feeling pulls my head out of the air, sobering me up for a few minutes.
I find her dancing hand in hand with Noah, laughing at the older man's exaggerated steps. I stare at the scene, happy that she is enjoying herself. Unlike at the beginning of the week, Marnie is now upbeat and not acting. Maybe Irwin is right and she was just stressed about the birthday party.
I push my thoughts away, concentrating on yet another beer pong game. I've played more times than I could count and I'm starting to doubt the two arms Jack has won since my last drink.
“Problems.” Michael sings beside me, pointing to the door. Pam walked in smiling excitedly, holding hands with a guy who sure as hell didn't want to be there. It's not possible…
Sobriety hits me like a cannon. All the alcohol and smoke that was in my body is gone and I am able to think clearly for the first time since I arrived.
I massage my forehead, bringing my gaze to Marnie, who's already staring at Pam without a specific expression. I cross the room with incredible ease, reaching for her, hugging her waist, pulling her to me.
“We can talk now?” Marnie didn't even seem to hear me, still staring at Pam, who was greeting some people. "M&Ms?" I call closer to her ear, but no effect. “Hey!” I drop a kiss to her temple, squeezing her waist.
Her green eyes cross mine and I can palpate the insecurity in them. Marnie just nodded, letting me lead her out of the room. We went up to a room, being alone. I look at her face, still half lost, and I approach slowly, feeling that little box weigh tons in my pocket.
“What do you want to talk about?” she gives a slight smile, turning her full attention to me.
“First I wanted to apologize for Pam. I didn't know what she was going to come.” Marnie rolls her eyes, shrugging.
“It’s OK! No need to apologize. My head is so full I don't even care about her anymore.” she sits up in bed, crossing her legs.
“And I believe she won't even mind us today, after all, she came with someone” I sat beside her.
“Yeah! Poor guy.” I let out a laugh at her pity for the poor boy. “It was just that?”
I lose myself in her eyes for a few seconds, wondering if that's all. I draw her face in my mind once more, recording every feature I fell in love with. My lips tingle as I landed my eyes on her mouth, slightly reddened by the drink.
At another time, right now she and I would be locked in some bathroom or bedroom, succumbing to desire and the alcohol in our blood. My fingertips ache amidst the memories of all the times I have run across her skin, feeling it burn under my touch.
My mind starts to cloud and the flashes of the two of us become more and more vivid. I try to push those thoughts away, but they seem to sink into my mind with force. My body heats up with every scene my mind plays. I feel the blood running the wrong way and I don't know how to stop it.
"Luke?" I'm startled by your touch on my hand. Marnie was looking at me with a mixture of curiosity and concern. “Are you okay?” I watch her hand squeeze mine, like she always did when I was angry or upset.
And just with that touch, everything stops inside me. The fire is gone and now I'm seized by a gigantic pain and rage in my chest, a rage for her being ripped from me so abruptly. I stare at her fingers moving gently, transmitting a caress throughout my body.
"Luke?" now she was looking at me extremely worried.
“Sorry. I think the drink hit.” I open a smile, trying to calm her down. M&Ms don't seem to buy much, but she smiles smugly.
“I already told you you're drinking a lot. In a little while you'll be passed out and won't even enjoy your own birthday party.” my smile widens in the midst of her care. "Don't give me that smile." she pushes my face away. "Is that all you wanted to talk about?"
“No!” this time I answer faster. “Actually, I wanted to give you something.” I fish the little white box in my pocket, feeling my fingers as soft as jelly. What if she doesn't like it? What if she gets angry?
“You know it's your birthday, right? You're the one who should get presents, not give. Especially for me.” she looks at me angrily, not wanting to accept the box.
"Well, it's my birthday and I'll do what I want, in which case I give it to you." I place the object in her hands. “I wanted to wait until your birthday, but it's still far away and I can't take it.” I lift my shoulders quickly, making her laugh.
Taking advantage of the fact that she was involved with the present, slowly, I move closer to her body, contenting myself with the least contact we have. I notice Marnie hold her breath at the sight of the blue quartz necklace, just like the one she had.
With no more reaction than that, I start to convince myself that I've fucked up and she hated it. It wasn't the time yet, as much as everything was going well, it wasn't the time yet.
“I can't believe you did this.” her voice comes out in a breath in surprise. I let my mind race to our first Christmas, where she gave me my necklace and I gave that star to her.
“If you don't like it…” my voice trails off as I see her eyes watery and filled with joy. It was the right time.
I'm not afraid to advance towards her, covering your lips with mine in a short kiss. The cherry taste becomes my favorite for the rest of the night. Marnie wipes her tears as she calls herself pathetic for crying.
"I know we used it as a dating ring, but it doesn't have to be-”
"Could you put it on for me?" she interrupts me, not caring about my fear. With my hands still trembling and cold, I close the necklace around her neck, enjoying the scene of her smiling enchanted by that stone. “Thanks!”
This time it is she who steps forward, stealing a kiss. The mood changes drastically. The screams outside seem to die in my ears, leaving only silence. The music that used to burst had ceased to exist.
That little kiss breaks, but she doesn't pull away, keeping her forehead still glued to mine. I'm startled when her eyes return to mine, I can see her perfectly there, in front of me, in my arms. I recognize that glow, that look and what it wanted to convey.
It was her there. The reason I get up every morning. The reason that makes me want to be better and better. The person I always want to impress. My girl. My Marnie.
I bring my hand to the back of her neck, bringing our lips together once more. I feel goose bumps as our tongues touch and her hand cups my face, holding me there. If she knew the last thing I want is to run away…
I'm surprised I feel despair on her side. The urgency on her lips. The need for the touch of her hands, the way they ran through my hair, the back of my neck and chest.
Easily, I pull her onto my lap, moaning, feeling her body against mine after so long. The fire that had previously ceased inside me, runs again through my veins, making everything too cloudy. I can't reason whether this was right or not. We both drink too much. She still hasn't given me full openness to so much attitude, even though she's still here, kissing me.
I try for a few minutes to clear my mind, to be a little rational and not get carried away by emotion, but the sound her mouth makes when I touch her neck with my lips ruins whatever train of thought I was building.
I touch the exact spots that make her moan and scramble for more friction. I watch thirstily as her eyes roll back and her lip is bitten in an attempt to control the moans. Her nails scratch the back of my neck, releasing an electric current that migrates between my legs.
I gasp when I feel her rub against my groin, spreading a current throughout my body. I want to beg her to do it again, but it's not really necessary, she knows and she does. So excruciating, but so good. Again I am startled to find that glow that I knew so much. I wonder where this Marnie was all along.
I shove my hand inside her shirt, enjoying her burning skin. I stroke the spot below her bra with my thumb, wanting not to frighten her. I suck the skin under her ear, lapping it with my tongue. My body combusts as she stirs and presses her crotch harder against mine. I cup her breast with enjoyment, hearing her call my name the way I liked it best.
Her desperate hands run inside my jacket, wanting to throw it away. I was ready to help when a heavy knock on the door disrupts our moment.
"What the fuck is it?" anger rips up my throat, causing a very angry scream. So much time to interrupt.
"It's time to cut the cake." I hear Calum's voice and feel like throwing him from the second floor.
“Serious? Stick the cake in your-” two small hands cover my mouth, preventing me from continuing.
“We're on our way, Cal.” Marnie yells louder and breathless.
I watch your body soften, lost and, I fear, even regretful. She is no longer there. She avoids looking at me, perhaps out of shame.
“It was better this way.” her sweet voice comes closer to a whisper.
“Was?” I stare at her, not wanting to accept that I was the only one to feel it. I know I wasn't, because her expression tells me I'm right.
“Was! You know it was.” her tone is still sweet, but her gaze is hard. "I think we'd better go downstairs." she gets up carefully, getting out of bed. I throw my head against my hands, visibly frustrated.
"Go ahead, I need to get both heads in place." I throw my body against the mattress.
“Sorry, Luke.” I can't stand her feeling guilty when she's the biggest victim of all this.
"M&Ms?" I leap out of bed, grabbing her before disappearing through the door. “It's not your fault. I'm the one who lost control, I'm sorry. You didn't give me the opening to attack you like that and I let myself go…” her lips silence me.
“It wasn't anyone's fault, can we do that?” I nod, stealing the last kiss before I let her go. "I'll wait for you downstairs." she announce.
I turn around, heading back to bed, still feeling frustration coursing through my veins.
“Hey!” I turn to see her there, standing in the doorway. My chest races with yearning from the many times I've seen her do the same scene. My ears and heart ache wanting to hear those words that always came next. Those three words that were so beautiful in her mouth. “Thanks for this.” she smiles and leaves.
I stare at the wood, snapping back to reality. I'm such an idiot for thinking she was going to say she loves me. I hide my face, exhausted. I look across the bed, able to see the two of us there, so given to each other.
I replay the scene in my head, tasting her kiss on my lips. Feeling my body tingle, still wanting her touch. The pressure on my pants becomes bigger and more uncomfortable. I need to make this go away. I scramble my mind for many things to calm myself down, but I can't. I can still feel her hands running around the back of my neck and her groin against mine.
"Shit!" I give up, going to the bathroom and locking myself in there. I don't care if I'm late, or what they think. I won't be able to eliminate this with thoughts alone.
I lower my pants and underwear, releasing my already throbbing member. I run my hand over it, making my body vibrate in relief. I let my mind flood with all thoughts and memories with her, feeling my body inflate further.
I increase my speed, being able to feel her touch through my body. I punch the wall, feeling my stomach contract. I rest my forehead against the cool coating, letting out several sighs. Her eyes flash in my mind.
The many times I've seen her face twist in pure orgasm under my touch. That smirk and that vulgar glow she always lets off before pulling me aside. And I always did, like a puppy.
My breathing gets out of control as I reach my orgasm. A wave of relief and lightness overcomes me, along with a wave of guilt. It must have been the 15th time since it all happened.
I can't have her. I can't stand the idea of ​​looking for someone else, even though we are not officially together, so I have to get by with baths and my bare hands, but as a result I feel like the dirtiest human being, as she doesn't even suspect.
I walk down the stairs, not attracting any attention. I find her sitting on the couch, on Leah's lap, laughing at some imitation Ashton was doing. I approach the group, who make no fuss about my delay.
I pick up the bottle of white wine on the coffee table, flipping half the contents. I feel her green eyes burn on me and I don't even have the courage to reciprocate by ignoring her.
“Is everything OK? Sorry if I messed something up.” Hood says next.
“It's OK! In fact, it was better, if you didn't show up, we would have done something stupid.” I say dry.
"Is that why this sour face?" he raises an eyebrow.
"I'm feeling awful for almost bringing her to this and not having the conscience to stop." I reveal a part of the guilt that burns in me.
“Luke, you are not complete strangers. And maybe she really wanted to go further, she just didn't know how. After all, at that moment she was supposed to be your f-”
"I know!" I cut it off, not wanting to hear the rest of the sentence.
For my salvation, someone starts to sing happy birthday and the matter is closed. I open a smile disguising the shit my head was on. Michael puts a little purple hat on my head, blowing a plastic horn, very excited.
The scene makes me laugh, relieving the stress. I watch Leah and Kyleen swing colorful pom poms behind Marnie, who is holding a small cake with several candles.
I look deep into her eyes, noticing her happiness to be there and somehow mine too. After all, she's here, even if she doesn't remember much, she's still here. The accident could have been a lot worse and I could have lost her forever.
I push the damn thoughts away, blowing out the candles and driving everyone crazy. I'm surprised when Marnie leans in, stealing a kiss, not caring that she's in front of everyone. Her rosy cheeks manage to steal a smile far bigger than Michael did.
In the back of the room, I notice Pam with her arms crossed and sulking. I don't know if Marnie did it on purpose, intent on teasing, but something she did, and if Pam is pissed off, we're happy.
The clock was already showing around 5:00 in the morning. I've already fluctuated my alcohol level more times than I can count. While the boys filled me with rum, M&Ms filled me with water and food, afraid I would go into an alcoholic coma or whatever. Of course I took advantage of her concern and all the attention she was giving me.
At some point during the party, Michael took over the DJ's table and there we were, jumping up behind him, singing I Want It That Way at the top of our lungs, with the lost girls trying to do the choreography. That was definitely the best thing about the party, right after my moment with Marnie in the bedroom.
Right after his moment commanding the party's playlist, Clifford decided to climb on the roof to jump into the pool. Something that was already taking a while to happen. What he and no one expected was Marnie yelling at him, worried.
“It's comical, because if it weren't for the amnesia and the lack of alcohol, she would be the one on the roof.” Irwin comments lying beside me, watching the scene of her yelling at Michael, asking him to come down.
“And we called the fire department because she got stuck again.” I shake my head, wanting not to laugh at the memories. “Good times.” I'm toasting my friend, still watching her worriedly behind the older one.
Sitting in the garden, talking to some friends, I watch the girl laughing in a circle with Noah and Calum. She gets up, walking into the house, returning in a few minutes. I watch her come around, stopping behind me.
“Now the one who needs to talk is me.” she whispers in my ear. I don't think twice about taking your hand and heading out of the wheel chat.
I can see a large package in her hands and the idea of ​​being my gift makes me anxious. A little farther away from the mess that remained, she hands me the black box with a gold bow on top. Before opening it, I take a look at her excited smile, letting out a laugh.
I find five rings and three necklaces arranged around the box. I can't hold back the smile, seeing what she's chosen. I know I might look like an idiot for some jewelry, but it's amazing jewelry she picked out.
“You liked?” she bites her lower lip, curious.
“I loved!” I hug your body, thanking her. I know she has no intentions other than to give me a birthday present, but of course I will wear these rings and necklaces with more affection than usual. “Thanks.” I mean, still ecstatic.
Hand in hand, we approached the crowd again, bumping into Kiki, Sophie and Michael.
“We were thinking about going to Michael's house. The party is already boring and I'm hungry.” Kiki comments. I look a little offended at her, after all, that was my birthday party. “Oh! Nothing personal.” she laughs, slapping me on the shoulder.
“What do you think?” I ask the M&Ms, who shrug their shoulders. "Have you talked to the rest?"
“Leah was going to call Noah and Ash, we were going to rescue Calum.”
“OK! We'll get our stuff and meet you at the door.” Marnie agrees and so we disperse.
Still holding hands, we walked back upstairs, looking for her bag. In the kitchen, I grab a bottle of vodka, a tequila, and a whiskey, trying to put everything in my bag, but it doesn't quite work.
“We should take advantage of the gathering and have your liver funeral.” I turn to Marnie who glares at me, seeing three bottles in my arm and me struggling to open one of beer.
Easily, we made our way to the front door, finding Kiki and Sophie. Gradually, everyone arrived and so we left the party, without saying goodbye to anyone.
“Uh, tequila?” Hood comes towards me, hugging the bottle.
Michael's house was the closest and, having drunk too much, we thought we'd better walk.
On the way, we stopped at a bakery, buying a bunch of things to eat. The day was already showing signs of life when we arrived at Mike's house. At the dinner table, we spread out the stolen drinks and food, starting our round table, as well as picking up several board games that Michael kept.
“I wanted to propose a toast to Mr. Luke Hemmings.” Noah draws the toast, making everyone raise their glasses and bottles. “One of the few people worth meeting in this hellish city where you can't trust anyone. The other people are unfortunately not present…”
A shower of paper balls and food flies towards the 20 minutes older twin. I'm surprised when I watch Marnie leave my arms, standing up.
“I also wanted to give a speech.”
“You didn't have to, babe.” I say, shaking her hand that still had our fingers intertwined.
“It's not about you.” she sticks out her tongue, causing everyone to scream.
“Ouch!” I put my hand to my chest, accepting the blow and still feeling my heart race.
“Shut up.” she screams, laughing. “Well, I wanted to make this toast in thanks to all of you. I know it's been three years of friendship, but for me it's only been a month and even with all the confusion and breakup.” her fingers squeeze mine and I move them, giving them a light caress. “You still took me in and took great care of me. I am eternally grateful for that. Leah doesn't even start crying, I need to get this over with and if I cry it's going to go wrong.” the mood breaks a little with the laughter. “Bottom line, I just want to say that whatever the future holds, I like you all a lot and that this isn't just a bunch of crazy friendship the universe threw at me, it's the family I've been looking for. As Noah said, you're the few people worth living in this hell of a city and I love you all so much. Cheers!”
Everyone raises their glasses once more, toasting her speech. I cross my gaze with Leah, who has also noticed something odd. She still hadn't commented on Monday's episode and I still had it hanging around in my mind.
It was very visible that something was troubling her. Her eyes wandering lost, her disappearance since Monday until today, claiming to be super busy and out of time. Everyone was sensing that something was wrong, but she wouldn't let go or comment on it.
“Especially you.” I focus my attention on her, who settles back into my arms. “Regardless of our future, I like you very much.” she whispers, before pressing her lips to mine. “Please never forget that. Promise?”
I get lost in her eyes, noticing a hint of fear and pain in them. It's horrible to see her like this and not know what to do. For nothing in this world I want her to feel unprotected or alone, she said herself that we are a family, so she wouldn't have to face anything alone.
“Only if you promise me you'll tell me what's going on.” I play hard, not caring if this becomes an issue between us, or if it pushes her away a little.
“Luke…” my name comes out in a painful sigh.
"Marnie." I say her name harshly, wanting her to understand that I won't change my mind.
“I'll tell. Just not today. Today is your day and that's what matters to me. So please let's enjoy?” she begs. As always, I surrender, nodding. I drop a kiss to her forehead, before pulling her to my chest again.
Hastings still looks at me suspiciously and unfortunately I only have reason to agree with her. Something was up with Marnie and she didn't want to tell us.
A minute of silence, our baby is turning 25 today and I am not knowing how to handle it.
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Chapter 2
When I walked into the office the next morning, I looked in Andy’s office to see Jim, Pam, Kevin and Andy having some discussion. I decided to ignore it unless they called me in on it. I got to work right away, only being distracted when Robert walked in. 
“Good morning Robert.” I smiled at him as he passed my desk. He returned my smile and squeezed my shoulder as he passed. 
“Good morning (Y/N).” Robert turned back to me before going into the conference room. “You free after Dwight’s Sabre meeting?” I nodded. “Good. I’m going to meet with Andy and you right after.” 
“Sounds good.” I nodded again as I made a note of it. Robert smiled at me again before heading into the conference room. A few minutes later, the meeting in Andy’s office ended and everyone filtered out. It was a surprisingly quiet morning. Before we knew it, Dwight was calling us into the conference room for his meeting. I rolled my eyes at Dwight as he filtered us in and immediately moved to the back to sit next to Robert. “If I fall asleep, don’t bother waking me until it’s over.” I joked as I sat down. Robert chuckled. 
“Are Dwight’s meetings that bad?” Robert asked as he put his arm around the back of my chair. Seeing Dwight was about to start his meeting, I nodded. 
“You’re about to see.” I whispered. 
“This week we are rolling out the brand new Sabre tablet...the Pyramid.” Dwight held up a triangle shaped tablet. I sent Robert a confused look. 
“Not my idea.” he leaned closer so I could hear him. I giggled as I nodded my understanding. We looked back at Dwight to see him shaking his head. 
“Oh no no no. Without the battery pack and optional memory booster, it’s barely three pounds.” Dwight’s arms were clearly shaking as he held the tablet. 
“How much memory does it have without the booster?” Ryan spoke up. I leaned closer to Robert. 
“What is this? I know it isn’t your idea but did you really approve this idea?” I turned my head to see Robert’s reaction. He was watching Dwight with confusion clear on his face. 
“I don’t…” Robert turned towards me and gave me a shy smile. “I may have been drunk.” I quickly covered my mouth to hide my laugh. We sat listening to the end of Dwight’s meeting, sharing glances and trying to hide our laughter. Once it was finished, we waited for Andy outside his office and tried to get our laughter under control. The door opened as soon as we finished laughing. 
“Hi dad!” Andy said. I have him a confused look. In any other situation, I would be on the floor laughing but the look on Robert’s face kept sober. “Ah. Oh boy.” Robert brushed over the mistake and walked into the office. 
“Hello Andy.” He looked at Andy’s tie. “Excellent tie.” Erin peaked her head in. 
“Would you be requiring a cold beverage while you’re here?” She asked. Robert looked at Andy while he answered. 
“I’d love some coffee.” Erin nodded as she left the room, closing the door behind her. Robert looked over at me as we sat down in front of Andy’s desk. “I was looking over your projections and I think we can do better.” I bit my lip as I watched Andy crumble. 
“Are you factoring in the...whole national...economy...declining and all that?” Andy was clearly grasping at nothing. Robert gave him a strange look. 
“Are these projections for Andy personally or everyone?” I jumped in. Robert looked at me. 
“The entire office.” He turned his attention back to Andy. “Andy, do you know why I chose you?” 
“I think I can sum it up with what I think is your favorite ice cream flavor.” Andy paused while Robert looked at him. “Vanilla?” Robert chuckled. 
“Vanilla? No no no no. You’ll never guess in a million billion years.” He shook his head. I made a mental note to ask him what it was later. 
“You were saying you chose me.” Andy deflated. “There was a reason?” 
“Andy, can you inspire? Do you have that skill set?” Robert looked at Andy expectantly. Andy was saved by Erin walking back into the office. “Oh! Thank you. Uhm…” The cup Erin was holding was filled to the brim. 
“Oh, sorry.” Erin said as she looked around. 
“Put it on the desk Erin.” I whispered. She nodded as she set it down. Robert leaned down and sipped it. He drew back in shock. 
“That’s very cold.” I looked between Robert and Erin. At least that explained why she hadn’t brunt her hands. 
“Yeah. It’s old.” Erin smiled. I looked at her confused. I opened my mouth to say something but the words wouldn’t come out. 
“Why would I…?” Robert looked at me and then at Erin, confusion clear on his face. 
“I asked if you wanted a cold beverage and you said coffee.” Erin said, confusion clear in her voice. 
“Why don’t we get Robert a nice hot fresh cup and I’ll have this.” Andy cut in. Robert looked at Andy before sharing a look with me. We watched their exchange. When Erin left the office again, Robert turned back to Andy with a smirk. 
“You like her.” He stated. Andy looked at me and back to Robert. Clearly Andy was thinking the same thing as me. If it was that clear Andy liked Erin, how clear was it that I liked Robert?
“You know, we’ve both been into each other at different times and just never really synced up. Now we’re in this weird dance…” Andy attempted to explain himself. 
“I’m afraid you’ve lost my interest.” Robert cut him off, sending a look my way. He walked out of the office and I quickly followed. Andy came out behind me. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned towards Robert, Andy and I. “If the office superstore was supposed to put us little suppliers out of business, why are we still here?” I watched Robert, trying to figure out what he was doing. Kevin raised his hand. 
“This is where we go.” He said. I nodded and smiled at him. At least he had the guts to actually answer Robert. 
“Oh, you’d go someplace else.” Robert chuckled and looked around the room. “That’s not it. That’s not the answer.” It dawned on me what Robert was trying to do. 
“It’s an answer.” Kevin pushed. Robert looked at him and raised an eyebrow. He was clearly not used to being challenged. 
“It’s a wrong answer.” He stated. I bit my lip, knowing full well Kevin was going to keep going until Robert cut him off. 
“There are no wrong answers.” Kevin shot back. I flashed him a smile again and Kevin nodded in triumph. It was short lived though. 
“Take a look at where you are, where you once worked in a dying industry, you now work at its birth.” Robert said. He turned away from Kevin and I made a note to bring him something for his efforts the next day. “Those superstores are terrified of us. Anybody know why?” I held up my hand to Kevin and shook my head. He had done his best for the day. He didn’t need Robert going after him. 
“Wait,” Phyllis looked at Stanley. “They’re terrified?” Robert chuckled. 
“Let me tell you how I buy something these days. I know what I want, I go to the internet, I get the best price. Or I don’t know what I want and I go to a small store that can help me. The era of personal service is back. You are back. You’ll find that customers will pay our higher prices and then they will thank us, and we will say to them ‘you are welcome.’” Robert nodded at the office as they applauded him. He turned towards Andy and me. “Adnrew, I chose you for a reason. Lead these people. Show me the best numbers this place has ever seen. Last quarter we saw 4% growth. Double it.” My eyes widened. That was a lot to ask of the office.
“You got it.” Andy said. I stepped in. 
“Robert, I’m not sure…” Robert cut me off. 
“Double it.” He started to walk out of the office. I tailed him.
“Done.” Andy called after him. 
“Robert.” I stopped him just outside the office. 
“I’m not kidding (Y/N). I want it doubled.” He said as he leaned against the wall. I nodded. 
“I get that and trust me it’d be great if it happened. But it's going to take some time.” I shook my head. “I don’t know if we can double it this quarter. Eventually sure but not this quarter.” Robert drew closer to me. 
“Double.” He said as he put his hands on my shoulders. “I know the office can do it. Andy can inspire them to do it. If he fails, so be it. It’s on him. But they will at least look to him for incentive.” I closed my eyes and sighed. 
“Fine.” I shook my head. “What role do I play in this?” I opened my eyes and gazed at Robert. It was hard to keep my blush down when he was standing so close to me. 
“You don’t have one.” Robert said with a smile. “All you have to do is keep me informed. It’s the easiest job out of anyone in the office.” I nodded.
“I’ll keep you posted on what Andy does.” I sighed. Robert nodded. 
“I’ll be back later in the day.” He smiled. “I’ll see you then.” Robert leaned in and kissed my cheek before starting off towards the elevator. “Oh. By the way, would you like to get dinner tonight?” he leaned around the corner, a nervous smile on his face. I looked at him wide eyed. 
“That...that sounds lovely.” I gasped. Robert chuckled and nodded. 
“Great! I’ll text you the details later.” He sent another smile my way. “It is a little obvious (Y/N). I know you were wondering earlier.” He called back as he turned back towards the elevators and got in. I stood in place, shock filling my body. As I finally snapped out of it and started walking back into the office, a blush covered my cheeks. I walked in to see Andy sitting on Jim’s desk and everyone looking at him. 
“I was thinking about Robert. Man. What a boss.” Andy saw me walk to my desk in a daze. “Just throws down goals, you know? Anyway, how’s the sales doubling project going?” Jim sent me a look as well but I made a motion that meant I would tell him later. 
“Yeah, how are we supposed to do that.” Phyllis said, sending a look at me. “We can’t just press a magic button.” Andy nodded. 
“Of course not. There’s no magic button. You have to summon that.” He chuckled. 
“If we could just double our sales, we already would have. You’re not making any sense.” Stanley shot back. I snapped out of my daze and gazed around the room. Everyone was throwing looks at me. 
“He brings up two good points. Do you have any new leads? Any new territories you want us to look into?” Jim looked over at me. “Maybe have an in with a big client that we can get our foot in the door?” I pointed at Jim and started digging through Michael’s old accounts. If there was anything there we could get a start at an attempt to win back some old clients. 
“Dwight, anything?” Andy asked, watching me fly through the papers. 
“We could talk about how fast children grow up, and before you know it they’re out of the house.” Dwight said, clearly taking a shot at Jim. 
“You know what? We need to get our heads out of the box. If we did have something what would it look like? What would it be?” Andy said. I gave up on the pile of old clients and shook my head at Jim. He raised his hand again. “Tuna.” 
“New leads, a new territory to look into, maybe an in with a big company that we could get our foot in the door…” Jim trailed off. Everyone was looking at me again. 
“Good sesh.” Andy said as he stood up. He tripped and I had to fight back a laugh. “That leg is asleep.” He started to limp towards his office. “Oh (Y/N). Meeting in five in my office.” I nodded as I went through the list of clients that Jim had pulled up on his computer. 
“Ok now tell us.” Dwight leaned over to join the little group that had gathered around my desk. I turned read as I looked at the group. Jim and Pam were looking at me like they knew what had gotten me so red. Dwight was looking at me like I would tell him I lost the assistant manager position and he had gotten it back. Angela was looking at me like I had grown another head, which wasn’t all that different from how she normally looked at me. Erin looked like it was story time which was kind of cute if I had to admit it. I looked at the camera and sighed. 
“Robert is testing Andy.” I said. “He wants the numbers for this quarter doubled. He seriously does. And this is his way of making Andy prove that he was right to make him manager.” 
“There should be a different way aside from making everyone else do the hard work.” Jim said. “Is there nothing you can do about it (Y/N)?” I shook my head. 
“Believe me. I tried. It was just short of following him out of the building and arguing with him.” I sighed, fighting the grin that was threatening to take over my face. “There is absolutely nothing that can be done about this. We just have to figure out some way that we can double our sales.” Everyone nodded before heading back to their desks. I bit my lip as I noticed Jim, Pam, and Dwight were still looking at me expectantly. “What?” I asked, looking at each of them in turn. 
“Don’t what us.” Pam said. “We saw the way that you came back in here. Robert said something to you.” I blushed and ducked my head. 
“What did he say?” Dwight asked. He leaned on his desk, clearly expecting something that involved the office. 
“Swear you won’t tell anyone.” I looked at the three of them. I knew there was a habit of the whole office finding out everyone’s secrets. I wasn’t taking any chances. Not this time. “Swear it.” 
“We swear.” The three chorused. 
“Now what did he tell you?” Pam leaned closer to me and stared with rapt attention. I smiled at her enthusiasm and knew that she would be asking me a million questions for the rest of the week. 
“Robert asked me to dinner.” I whispered. Pam’s jaw dropped and Jim ran a hand down his face. Dwight looked at me and shook his head before getting back to work. 
“What did you say?” Pam said quietly. I blushed. 
“I said yes.” I smiled as Pam’s smile grew. Jim shook his head. 
“Why would you do it?” Jim asked. Pam sent him a look. 
“Jim. Don’t say that.” Pam scolded him. 
“I did it because I like him.” I shot back. “And while many of you see him as a creep or odd or maybe even think he’s borderline crazy, I think that’s what makes him a good CEO and a good person. So say what you want Jim. I’m going to do what I think is right.” Jim sighed before shaking his head. 
“Fine. But don’t forget he is the CEO.” Jim said. “And that he is a fairly creepy guy. Even if he is a genius.” Pam squeezed my hand and smiled at me. 
“It’s going to go great. I just know it.” She said. “Tell me everything tomorrow.” I nodded and struggled a little to get back to work. Before long, Andy was calling everyone into the conference room. 
“Thanks for coming in guys.” Andy said as we all filled in. I took a spot next to Jim and Pam since Robert wasn’t there to amuse me. 
“You don’t have to thank us for coming in.” Phyllis said as she took a seat. “It’s our job.” 
“Well I never got thanks for coming into a meeting and I always wanted to be so I’m gonna thank people.” Andy sassed her. I sighed and rubbed my forehead at his actions. This was not going to end well. 
“What’s with the blanket?” I finally asked as everyone settled into their seats. Andy removed it with a flourish. 
“This is what’s under the blanket.” Andy said. I closed my eyes and sighed. I doubted that this is what Robert had in mind when he told Andy to inspire the office. 
“We don’t get it.” Oscar said. 
“These are incentives. It’s how we’re gonna double growth. Now, you’re probably all asking yourselves: ‘Well, how does this work?’” Andy was putting on a show and I did not want to see where it went. 
“Seems like a basic reward system where you give us points, and then we redeem those points for prizes.” Pam jumped in. 
“You’re exactly right and you get a point.” Andy smiled at her. I rolled my eyes and stood up. 
“And I’m out.” I said, moving towards the door. 
“How does one get a point?” I heard Meredith ask as I made my way to my desk. Shaking my head, I pulled out my phone. I sat down and looked at the contact I pulled up. Biting my lip, I pressed the dial button.
“Hello?” The voice on the other end answered. 
“Hi Michael.” I breathed out. I heard the smile on the other end of the line even though I could not see it. 
“(Y/N)!” Michael exclaimed. “What’s shaking?” I laughed and walked into the annex. 
“Can’t I just call my favorite manager?” I joked. Michael laughed.
“You can but that’s not what you do.” He said. I sighed. “What’s happening at the office?” I spent the next ten minutes filling him in. “Is that all?” Michael sighed. 
“Michael, I don’t know what to do.” I ran a hand down my face. “I’m being asked by the CEO to effectively spy on the rest of the office. On top of that, I’m going to go out with him.” I stood up and started pacing. “What do I do? How do I handle this?” 
“(Y/N), you need to breathe.” Michael said calmly. “You do what has been asked of you. But you do it on your terms. Give him what you think he should know. If you think all he should know is the basics, then tell him the basics. If you think he should know everything, then tell him everything.” I nodded even though he couldn’t see me. 
“And what about….” I sighed. “The other part?” Michael laughed. 
“(Y/N), you really expect me to give you advice on that?” He teased. “I married the woman everyone told me not to go after. Do you honestly think I am going to be the one to tell you not to go out with him?” I laughed. 
“I suppose you are right Michael.” I admitted. “Speaking of, how is Holly?” Michael sighed. 
“Her parents aren’t doing that great but she’s doing fairly well otherwise.” He said. 
“I’m sorry to hear that.” I said quietly. “How are you holding up?” 
“I’m good. A little bored spending all day at home with the kids.” Michael waited for the ball to drop. 
“Kids?” I exclaimed. “Michael, you’re a dad?” 
“Yeah. Best thing that ever happened to me.” He said. 
“That’s what she said.” I giggled. Michael’s laugh came over the line and I felt myself finally relax for the first time that day. “In all seriousness Michael, congrats.”
“Thanks (Y/N).” He said happily. 
“Well, I guess I’ll let you get back to the kids then. Thanks for all of your help Michael. It means an awful lot to me that you actually answered.” I said. 
“I’ll always pick up the phone for you (Y/N). You know that.” He said. “I’m always there for any of you. And I always will be.” 
“I know Michael.” I confirmed. 
“Tell you what, one day you bring that CEO of yours around and introduce me to him. We’ll see if he’s good enough for you.” Michael teased. 
“I’ll do that Michael. I’ll talk to you later.” I said, tears threatening to spill over. Michael said his goodbyes and hung up. I wiped away the tears and pulled up Robert’s contact. Michael was still looking out for me, even though he wasn’t in Scranton anymore. I went back into the main office and looked at everyone bustling around. 
“What’s going on?” I asked Pam. She was smiling and working on some drawings. 
“Andy said if we get five thousand points, he’ll get a tattoo on his ass.” She said before showing me a couple of drawings. My mouth fell open as I looked at the drawings. 
“How many points do you have now?” I asked. Pam looked at Jim. 
“Halfway there.” He said. Looking around the office, I nodded as I started to walk out of the office. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts. Finding the one I was looking for, I pressed call and waited for Robert to answer his phone. 
“Robert California.” I smiled at the way he answered his phone. 
“Hi Robert. It’s (Y/N).” I said. 
“(Y/N)! I was actually just going to call you. How are things at the office?” He asked. I bit my lip and made a split second decision about what to tell him. 
“Andy found an incentive.” I said. “He had the office halfway to the amount that they need to get him to get a tattoo on his butt.” Robert chuckled. 
“That’s how he’s doing it?” He asked. The absurdity of the act finally caught up to me. 
“Yeah. That’s what he’s doing.” I said. “It’s ridiculous but it’s working.” 
“That’s good.” Robert said. I heard cheering coming from the office. “What’s that noise?” 
“Hold on let me check.” I walked back into the office and nearly dropped my phone when I saw the points total. “Holy shit they did it. In one day. They’ve doubled sales and gotten enough points for Andy to have to get a tattoo.” Robert gasped on the other end of the line. 
“They seriously did it?” He asked, astonished. 
“They did it Robert.” I breathed. I looked around the office as everyone filed into the conference room. “They really did it.” 
“Were you going to go with them when Andy….” Robert trails off, leaving the question unasked. 
“I didn’t plan on it.” I said. “That wasn’t something I particularly wanted to see. Why do you ask?” I heard Robert chuckle on the other end. 
“Did you want to move our date up?” He asked. I rubbed my bottom lip. 
“Am I going to get out of work for the rest of the day? Or do I have to wait to finish my work some other time?” I asked. Robert chuckled and I had to turn towards my desk to hide the blush that was coloring my face. I started to gather my belongings and head out the door. 
“You are out of work for the rest of the day. But I will have to dock the pay.” Robert teased. I laughed and left a note for Pam on her desk. 
“That’s okay sir. I’ll just stay late tomorrow to make it back.” I teased him back. “Where are we going? This way I know where to meet you.” I had entered the elevator and was headed out to the parking lot. 
“About that…” Robert trailed off. 
“What do you…” I laughed as I walked outside and saw Robert leaning against his car with his phone pressed to his ear. Robert hung up and came over to me. “You do like the element of surprise.” I stood in front of him and shook my head. 
“Is that really so bad?” He asked, gently taking my belongings from me. I shook my head. 
“No. It’s not.” I made my way over to his car and opened the trunk. Robert smiled as he put my stuff in there and closed it. 
“I have to do an interview and then we can leave.” He said and I nodded before getting in the car. He walked off to join the camera crew and they started filming. I listened in while checking my messages from Pam. Apparently they changed the design last minute and gave Andy a dog that was dressed like him. “Why did I choose Andy to run the office? Because he’s all surface, uncomplicated. What you see is what you get. Could be a recipe for mediocrity, yes, but then again, it might just be why people fight for him.” I smiled at Robert’s comments about Andy. “There’s something about an underdog that really inspires,” he paused and I looked over at him. “The unexceptional.” The crew nodded to show that he was done and he walked back over to the car. Getting in, Robert looked at me. “What?” I smiled and shook my head. 
“Nothing.” I said. Robert gave me a look. “Ok just that was actually pretty good. I didn’t realize you chose him because the office would do anything for him just as much as he would do anything for them.” Robert smiled and started the car before pulling out of the parking lot.
“Sometimes people surprise you.” He said. Looking over at me, Robert paused. “And sometimes people make you think twice about what you are doing.” I played with the hem of my shirt. 
“I make you think twice?” I asked. Robert nodded and cocked his head. 
“In a good way.” He assured me. “You had me second guessing the whole double the figures speech I gave Andy the second I stepped into the elevator. And since that first day I’ve been thinking about how you should have become manager and not Andy. But the little stunt he pulled today, I’m not quite sure you would have been able to do that.” I laughed and shook my head. 
“No way would I let them design a tattoo and put it on my ass!” Robert laughed and I rolled up my sleeve. “I let my friends talk me into getting a group one when we graduated. It ended up terribly because we let the least artistic person in the group design it.” I showed Robert the tattoo on the inside of my arm by the elbow. 
“What is it supposed to be?” He asked as we pulled up to a stop light and he looked at my arm. 
“The eye of Horus.” I laughed. “Surrounded by a crown. Even though you wouldn’t tell at first glance.” Robert looked closer and nodded. 
“I can see it once you point it out.” He chuckled before taking off down the street again. 
“Which is exactly why I wouldn’t let anyone design a tattoo for me ever again.” I rolled down my sleeve and smiled at him. “Even Pam and she’s a great artist.” 
“Understandable.” Robert said as he pulled into the parking lot of an apartment building. “Is this ok?” I looked at him confused. “It’s my apartment. I thought we could maybe cook something up and have dinner in.” My gaze softened as I nodded. 
“That actually sounds like fun.” I said. Robert smiled as he got out and came around the car to open my door. I got out and followed him up to his apartment. “It’s nice.” I said when Robert led me through the tour. 
“It’s really not.” He said with a laugh. “But I’m glad you like it.” He finished the tour in the kitchen where we got to work right away. We kept each other entertained while cooking and at one point, Robert wrapped his arms around my waist as I stood at the stove. I turned my head to look at him and saw that he had the biggest smile on his face. 
“Hi.” I said as I returned his smile. “Can I help you?” Robert laughed and shook his head. 
“Nope.” He said, pulling me closer to him. I giggled as I quickly put down the spoon that I was using to stir the pot of sauce. “Just enjoying myself and the company.” 
“That’s good to hear.” I teased as I put my hands on top of his. “But can I go back to making sure the sauce doesn’t burn?” Robert loosened his hold on me and I moved closer to the stove again. I gently tugged him with me and settled back into him as we waited for the food to finish cooking. Not long after, we made our plates and went to sit at the table. Sitting down, we started to eat. Throughout the dinner we asked each other questions about our lives and things we didn’t already know. 
“I want to warn you, I’m in the middle of a divorce right now.” Robert said hesitantly. “She’s got the house right now and I would have taken you there if it wasn’t for her.” I nodded. 
“That’s fine.” I said, waving a hand at the comment about the house. “As long as I’m not breaking up something. I don’t mind.” Robert seemed to sag in relief before raising an eyebrow.
“What about you?” He asked. 
“In the middle of a divorce?” I laughed and shook my head. “Nope. Never even been married and definitely no significant other.” Robert cocked his head at me. 
“Well, I would have expected that someone like you would have…” Robert broke off and waved his hand. 
“Nah.” I shook my head again. “Tried that in college and it didn’t work out all that well. They were an ass. Decided it would happen when it happened after that.” Robert nodded and the dinner quieted down after that. Once we had cleared the table and cleaned up, we settled down to watch a little television. Robert put his arm over the back of the couch and I rested my head on his shoulder. It was late when Robert drove me back to the office to get my car. He helped me transfer my stuff from his trunk to mine before opening my door for me. 
“I had fun tonight (Y/N).” He said, stalling for time. I nodded and smiled at him. 
“I did too.” I said. “Best date I’ve ever had.” Robert smiled before reaching for my hand. I put my hand in his. Robert lifted it and kissed my knuckles. 
“So does that mean I get a second date?” He asked, lips still poised over my knuckles.
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Statement of Patton Sanders
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Author’s note: Anon, this is probably not what you meant, but, hey! Here you go!
Summary: Statement of Patton Sanders regarding a series of accidents. Statement recorded live from subject, February 7th, 2021, by Logan Sanders—no relation—Head Archivist of The Magnus Institute, London.
(Necessary bg info: The Magnus Institute is an organization that takes and investigates statements about paranormal experiences. Jurgen Leitner is a character who collected books with supernatural powers.)
Warnings: This is a The Magnus Archives AU, so if you’ve listened to that you should know what to expect. Body horror (cut off fingers, broken neck), nondescriptive vomiting, blood mention, food mention. Child abuse, sort of. It's in a story in this story. No character death or villain characters.
Word Count: 3289
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“Hey, we have the same glasses.”
“Yes, I suppose we do—Do you need help with the chair? Oh, you’ve got it.”
Patton and the other man sat down on opposite sides of a desk. He was a weary-looking, bespectacled man who couldn’t have been much different in age from himself, although slivers of premature gray were visible in his hair.
The man—an archivist, he’d introduced himself as—leaned forward to turn on a tape recorder. It seemed a little old-fashioned, but it certainly did fit in with the overall vibe of the place (recording on a laptop would have probably felt out of place), and Patton didn’t mind. This would be much easier than hand-writing his entire statement.
The archivist cleared his throat. “Statement of Patton Sanders regarding a series of accidents. Statement recorded live from subject, February 6th, 2021, by Logan Sanders—no relation—Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Statement begins.”
Patton shifted in his seat. The archivist sat across him, looking at him expectantly. The tape recorder lay innocently on the desk between them, the tape inside slowly turning with a quiet tick. They sat in the basement of the oft-mocked Magnus Institute. They were in an office, but even here the walls were lined with bookcases, stacked with boxes upon boxes, each of them, it appeared, filled to the brim with folders, or with cassette tapes. Other peoples’ statements, presumably. Patton wasn’t sure how he felt about that. His story just being one of hundreds more, maybe thousands, in those boxes.
“Do I just… start?” he asked.
The archivist adjusted his glasses. “Yes, please.”
He nodded, swallowed, and even before he’d fully decided where to begin, he spoke. The words came surprisingly easily.
“I used to work at a library in my home town, back in the US. It’s a little town in Florida, almost at the border with Georgia, pretty near the coast. I don’t… I don’t work there anymore, of course. But at the time—this was about three years ago, back in 2017—I was there most days.
“One day we got this book in the return bin. It was weird. Not one of ours. It didn’t have a title that I could see, but there was a label on the inside cover. It was a bit smudged, but the last name was Leitner. I don’t know if it belonged to them, or if that was the author… I don’t know. It doesn’t matter, I guess.”
He noticed that the archivist suddenly seemed very interested in what he was saying, even leaning forward to hear.
“I was about to move the book over to the donations bin—I figured that’s what it was, you know, just a book somebody didn’t want, and decided to give to us rather than throw away, and got the wrong bin by mistake. But… I don’t know. Something about it just drew me in. I have no idea what; usually I go more for cookbooks, or crafts stuff, or um, lighter fiction. Not… that.”
He tried for a weak smile, but the archivist didn’t seem open to humor. Which Patton have once found awkward, but now it was almost a relief. He wasn’t sure how to make his story funny.
“So I took it out of the return bin, and I put it on my desk, instead. I was busy right then, but when I had a free moment, I sat down to take a look at it. It was old and worn, and like I said, there was no title. But it had this… weird feeling to it. Something off about it. I didn’t like it at all. But it was like I had to open it.
Patton sighed, glancing away. Suddenly, he felt on the edge of tears.
“And I made the biggest mistake of my life, and I opened that book.
“It was a story about a child who keeps refusing to do his chores. His mom would give him things to do, and the kid would say, ‘Yes, I’ll do them!’ but then as soon as the mom leaves, he’d drop the broom or whatever and run off to play with his toys instead. And as time goes on the mom gets more and more tired of this, because she has to do all the chores he doesn’t want to do.
“So, she takes him aside, and tells him sternly that he has to do his chores, or there would be consequences. And of course, he doesn’t listen, because he’s a kid.
“So the next day, takes him aside again, and tells him again to do his chores, and he continues not to. And it continues like that for ten days. But on the tenth day, the mom trips on the broom that the kid left in the middle of the floor, and she hurts herself. Very, um… very badly. She… breaks her neck. But she gets up off the floor, and her neck is all… it’s bent at a 90 degree angle. And there’s blood on the floor. I remember that page very vividly. Most of the book was in black ink, with some—” He made a face, “—illustrations. In the picture on that page, the blood was red.
“So, the mom… she goes to the kid, her neck all wrong, and she tells him, ‘You’re going to clean until your fingers fall off! Which… he does. She makes him clean, and clean, and clean. He has to scrub the floor, and when he finishes, she makes him start all over again, and again, and again. And, one by one, his fingers just… fall off.”
Patton was silent for a moment.
“On the last page of the book, there was a handprint. It wasn’t printed, you know, with ink. It was stuck in with a dark substance. I like to think maybe it was chocolate or something… but I doubt it. The weirdest thing about it, though, was that it had no fingers.
“When I closed that awful thing, I looked up, and it was dark outside. I’d apparently been reading for hours. I want you to understand—this wasn’t a big book. Maybe twenty pages, tops. And I’d found it near the start of my shift. I have no idea where all that time went, or how I didn’t notice it passing. Or why no one came in to disturb me. It’s like no one came to the library that entire day. I lived in a small town, like I said, but it wasn’t that small. We usually had people trickling in and out, even on slow days. Retired people who needed something to do, school kids doing homework, you know. You have a library here, you should understand, even if yours is more, uh… specific. So, it was really strange that no one had come in at all.
“Anyway, it was a horrible, horrible book. It was like someone set out to write a kids’ book about why they should do their chores, but instead of that, it was this nightmare version. I really didn’t want to add it to our library. Where would you even put a book like that? So I didn’t put it in the donation pile like I’d planned. But I also didn’t seem… able to just, like, get rid of it. I couldn’t just throw it away. Not because it was old and weird and maybe worth some money, no, more like… I don’t know. I just couldn’t do it. It’s hard to explain. So I put it in my desk, went home, and tried to forget about it.
“I’ll admit that, at the time, my apartment—my flat, you call ‘em here—wasn’t the cleanest back then. And thinking of that book, I kind of wanted to clean it. But also… I really didn’t. Thinking of that book made me very aware of the mess, but I kept thinking of that kid and the way his fingers just fell off, one by one, with that horrifying mom with her broken neck just watching, and then that handprint in the back of the book.
“I thought maybe whoever owned the book last, that Leitner person or whoever, put the handprint in there as some kind of joke. Just tilted up their fingers so they didn’t touch the page, to make it look like they didn’t have any. But I guess I kinda doubted that, even then.
“I made dinner that night, fed Jim and Pam—they’re my cats—and I left the plates in the sink to clean the next day.
“In the morning, they were stacked on the counter, perfectly clean. I tried to tell myself maybe I’d cleaned them and forgot, or maybe the cats had…. Somehow bumped them, and licked them clean, and it had just coincidentally looked purposeful. I don’t know. Pam liked to jump up on tables.
“I’d almost put it out of my head when the doorbell rang. I wasn’t expecting any visitors, but sometimes a couple of my friends would drop by at random, so I might not have thought much of it, except that my cats suddenly started acting different. Scared. They were hissing, and they ran off to hide. That wasn’t like them at all. …I didn’t answer the door.
“A half hour or so passed, and I figured whoever it was was probably gone, so I went to peek out the front window. Sure enough, whoever it was… if there ever even was anyone out there… was gone. But there was a box sitting on the welcome mat. Plain cardboard, no shipping label or address or anything.
“I should have left it alone. It probably wouldn’t have changed anything, but… who knows.” He let out a heavy sigh. “It doesn’t matter. I didn’t leave it alone. I looked around, I wanted to make sure no one was there. No one was, as far as I could tell, so I opened the door.
“The box was small, maybe 6 inches long, a little less tall and wide than that—err, I’m not sure what that is in metric. Maybe like… 15 centimeters?”
The archivist waved him off. “It’s fine.”
“Sorry. So the box was small, and it was very light when I picked it up, which was honestly a bit of a relief at the time. I could practically hear one of my friends, Virgil, screaming at me about mail bombs. He’s a pretty cautious guy. Now I think maybe he had the right idea.
“I thought maybe the box was empty, even, until I stepped over the threshold and… and I uh, felt something rolling around in there.”
He shuddered at the memory.
“I brought it into the kitchen and opened up the box. Inside was… inside was a single, human finger, cut off just below where the joint would have been on the person’s hand.
“I felt sick. I was sick. I barely made it to the trash can. I remember my cats still didn’t come back to see what was going on, which was unusual for them. Normally they were very nosy little guys. It was like they knew something was very, very wrong. I don’t blame them for staying away.
“I called the cops right away, of course. Or, as soon as I’d calmed down enough to dial the number. I mean, course I did. Someone had dropped off a finger at my door.
“The lady on the phone was very nice, but I don’t think she believed me at first. Or maybe she just couldn’t understand what I was saying. I was a little upset, obviously. Eventually, though, the police did show up. They took the box, asked me some questions, and they left.
“That night, I was in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes, trying to forget the whole thing. I was almost done, but then, somehow… the garbage disposal turned itself on. Something wrong with the wiring, they told maybe. I was so surprised that I dropped the plate I was holding, and the stack of dishes shifted, and somehow, my hand ended up… my finger went down the drain. Into the garbage disposal. It all happened so fast. One second I was just washing a plate, humming the intro to Steven Universe, and the next….
“I scrambled to turn it off, but it was too late. I grabbed a dish towel and drove myself to the hospital in a panic. Only remembered later to send someone to look after the cats.
“They couldn’t save my finger, even if they had tried. There wasn’t anything left to save.
“A week later, I got another package. Left at my door, just like the last one. Identical to the first, but this time it was a different finger. Maybe from the same hand, but it wasn’t like I looked at it long enough to know for sure. And I’m not a doctor. I called the cops again, and they came. They weren’t much help. They poked around a bit, talked to the neighbors, and told me to get a security camera. I did do that.
“I was very careful that day, remembering what had happened last time, even though I knew it was ridiculous. What, some crazy person leaves a severed finger on my doorstep, and that somehow makes me lose my own in a freak accident? …But I was careful, anyway. And nothing happened that day. But the next morning, when I went to go to work… I slammed the car door shut on my finger.
“It kept happening. The same plain cardboard boxes left at my door. The camera always seemed to cut out when they were delivered, although once I swear I caught a glimpse of a silhouette. It looked… wrong, though. Maybe it was a tree casting a shadow or something. No one’s head looks like that.
“I stopped calling the police, eventually. They didn’t help. Just asked the same questions, swore they were doing all they could, and left. I stopped opening the boxes, too. I tried throwing them out, burning them, kicking them into the gutter. I went to stay with my friend Virgil, but the box found me there, too. I moved twice. It didn’t seem to matter. Every week, a box would show up, and within a day or two, even if I never even opened my front door or looked at the box, I’d lose another finger. Until….”
Patton looked down at his lap, where his hands sat. Where each finger should be, they instead ended in neat little stubs just after the knuckle. They were remarkably even, considering that he’d lost each one in different ways, in different weeks. One after the other.
“After that, it finally stopped. My hands healed as much as they ever would, and I went back to work—I still don’t know how I kept that job—and I found that book in my desk. I tried to throw it out, but I couldn’t make myself let go of it. I tried to feed it to the paper shredder, but I couldn’t make myself rip out the pages. Eventually I just threw it across the room, and it landed neatly in the pile of donated books. Apparently, it would have let me just… add it to the collection. But I couldn’t let other people read it—What if the same thing happened to them? So I took it home with me.
“I did try to get rid of it on the way there. I stopped by the river, a dumpster… I tried to set it on fire. Imagine trying to get a lighter to work like this. I couldn’t follow through with any of them, though, and not just because of my hands. The book wouldn’t let me. Or I wouldn’t let myself. I don’t know which it was, really. Maybe I was afraid something worse would happen if I managed to destroy it. I don’t know.
“I locked it away. Buried it where I couldn’t see it. Still, it was like it was calling to me, telling it to hold it, to read it, to place my own hand over that awful handprint. It was driving me crazy. The cats wouldn’t go near the room it was in.
“I tried to ignore it. To forget about it. For a while, I thought it was working. I was still constantly aware of where it was, but it got easier to ignore.
“Then, one day, the doorbell rang. It was another box. Inside was a single, severed toe.”
A silence stretched between them, yawning between Patton and the archivist. The tape recorder ticked on. A tear rolled down Patton’s cheek. When he continued, his voice was choked.
“I will never forgive myself for what I did next, but I couldn’t go through that again. Please don’t judge me. I know it’s unforgiveable. But you can’t understand what it was like, not if you’ve never been through something like that.  I knew it was the book by now, that was doing this to me, and I had to be rid of it. I still couldn’t destroy it, but I could… give it away. So I went and I got the book, and I wrapped it up as best I could, and I wrote ‘DO NOT READ’ on the package in capital letters. And I gave it away. I don’t know who I gave it to, and I don’t want to know. I drove across town, stopped at a random house, and stuffed the book in their mailbox. I can only hope they never read it.”
Patton let out a shaky breath. “It worked.”
The archivist’s face was impassive.
“After that was all finally over, I decided I needed to get out of there. Not just out of the town, but as far as I could get. I had family in the UK, and one of my friends studied abroad here and loved it, plus you guys speak English, so it seemed like as good a place to go as any. So I moved. Nothing else has happened since. I don’t have any fingers, but at least I have all my toes, and I’m rid of that awful book. I’ve tried to forget the whole thing, which as you might imagine, is a little difficult, but I try. Still, when one of my coworkers mentioned this place—I work at a shop now, restocking at night, so I don’t have to see the customers—I decided to come. I just want to be rid of this story. So… if you guys can track down that book, stop it from hurting anyone else, please do.” He clenched his hands, as well as he could. “I don’t want its weight on my mind anymore. It’s done enough to me.”
He fell silent.
“Statement ends,” said Logan. The archivist leaned forward and turned off the tape recorder. “Thank you for coming in. You can leave the way you came. Roman, my assistant, will take down your details. We might contact you if we need further information. Do you, by chance, remember the address of the house where you left the book?”
Patton shook his head. “No, I… I didn’t want to know.”
Logan nodded slowly. “Alright. Well… we appreciate your time.”
“I hope my statement… ah, comes in handy,” Patton joked weakly. He almost smiled at the gobsmacked look on the archivist’s face, the most emotion he’d shown the entire time Patton had been there. And then, he got up, and he left his story behind. He’d given it away to someone else, and he was done with it.
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Who killed Jim Morrison? The mystery of the death of Lizard King and the conspiracy theories around it
Special Report: 50th anniversary of Jim Morrison’s death
On July 3, 1971, Jim Morrison died in the bathtub of this rented apartment on 17 Rue Beautreillis Paris, France 75004. On the night of his death, Morrison had been coughing badly after a night out drinking.  He had gone to take a bath after accidentally snorting heroin that he thought was cocaine and vomited blood. Courson said that he appeared to recover and that she then went to sleep. When she awoke sometime later Morrison was unresponsive.
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Holmes: "What do you think of my theory?" Watson: "It is all surmise." Holmes: "But at least it covers all the facts."
(Arthur Conan Doyle, The Memoirs Of Sherlock Holmes)
It seems strange, but it’s easy to notice a huge amount of lies in all the stories about the death of Jim Morrison – stories told by those who were the real eye-witnesses of whatever happened. The lies are (or rather, were) being told by Pamela Courson (Morrison’s common-law wife) and Bill Siddons (then-manager of The Doors). What was the purpose of their lies? It’s obvious they were hiding something. What do I mean speaking of ‘lies’? First of all, there are just too many versions of the story about Jim taking a bath. According to Siddons, the idea to take a bath came from Jim himself; according to Pamela, it was her idea and she was the one to draw a hot tub; and describing the events to the police, she also said that Morrison threw up blood three times, and she had to give him a saucepan, and she had to empty and wash out the saucepan three times, but she doesn’t seem to remember that all the other times she tells the story to other people. It’s not very difficult to notice that all these versions sound different, which means that none of the above never actually took place, and Pam just couldn’t remember what exactly she was saying the previous time – possibly because she was taking too much drugs and alcohol. The ridiculous Siddons’ statement – of him not wishing to take a look at the body (allegedly because he “loved and honored Jim too much to want to see him dead”) – seems to be very curious, as well as the fact that the ceremony of the funeral – if you could call that a ceremony at all – was very simple (or, rather, secret) by the request of some mysterious “close friends of his” – of which only Pam in fact could be described as a close friend at all – so, it was Pam’s wish to bury her lover secretly and without service? It’s thought that there are a lot of mysteries surrounding the death of Jim Morrison. But in fact there’s nothing mysterious; once you picture the situation in a correct way, it becomes clear that there was no other way for the following events to happen. To get it correctly, first of all you should pay attention to the words which were said repeatedly by Pam and Siddons both during that period of time: that Jim had died “of natural causes”. Be it asthma, a heart attack, or a “sudden case of pneumonia” (and all these diseases aren’t related to each other in any way) – in fact, anything, if it could be described as a “natural cause”. Here’s an analogy: if a person has a lot of money with him, every once in a while he or she would check that it’s not missing by putting his or her hand in the pocket, etc. The situation’s nearly the same here, and the only difference is that we’re speaking about information, not about money. These people are trying to hide the truth, but psychological reasons make them touch the most important theme every once in a while: they say that Morrison didn’t just die, but insist that he died “of natural causes”. Why is it so important for them to underline this? The answer is as follows: Morrison’s death was violent. You can say – and so what? Why not say this to the public? In my opinion, there was a single very important reason for this. Once you suppose that the one who killed Jim was a relative – a son, most likely – of a then-very important and influential person in France, the pieces of the puzzle begin to fit, and everything surrounding the death that seemed strange is now seen as not strange, but the only way the things could happen, logically. Of course, everything was made to cover up the crime – not only because of the love of this important person to his son, but also because he was very afraid of the negative influence the outrage (son of one of the most important people in France kills a rock star!) could cause to his political career. These two things explain all the following events: first of all, that it was a murder (not a death “of natural causes” or mysterious “disappearance”); secondly, it was made by a person who was powerful enough to try to hide everything from the public.
It should be added that most likely Jim was killed by one or two gunshots in the head. Only in this way the gunshots couldn’t be hidden under the clothes, so they had to keep him and bury him in a closed coffin. There were more shots than one – otherwise, they’d call it a suicide, and it’s unlikely there were more than two – or the possibility of Jim not dying immediately is too low (it's likely that one of the bullets only grazed his cheek, or ear, etc. without doing much damage). However, it could be a single gunshot but from such an angle that no one would believe it was a suicide. Also, if they were to present this version to the public, many people would have hear about it, an official expertise would have been made - and it would clearly show that the bullet was fired from such a distance that it couldn't be a suicide. I shall also mention that another and, perhaps, an even more likely version of the events could take place as well – Jim could have been simply beat to death. A large bruise on his chest, blood that dripped from his mouth and nose, as it was said by the doctor and the fire brigade, as well as an attempt to run out of his apartment that Jim’s neighbours from the opposite apartment mentioned – everything fits in perfectly. However, it makes de Breteuil and his friend (we’ll talk about them later) look even worse – in fact, it makes them look like absolute bastards, as well as Pam. If we suppose – and it’s a likely thing to suppose in this situation – that Jim’s face was badly damaged, the events that followed look natural and fit in with everything else.
Now we can see the way the events must have followed. Pam calls the fire department (perhaps, the first thing she could think of) and asks them to rescue Jim – that means she thought that he was wounded and there still is a chance to rescue him (the words she said to Alain Ronay when she called him to help her that morning also prove this: “Jim is unconscious, and he's bleeding. Can you call an ambulance for me? You know I can't speak French. Oh, please hurry…I think he may be dying.”). Then the police and a doctor arrive, and the most interesting things start to happen. Once the police realize who the murderer is, they inform his parent, and the case becomes secret, and they wait for the decision of those who have power – it’s obviously a political case. Of course there was no autopsy, as the reason of death was absolutely clear. The delay between Jim’s death and the funeral (according to the Christian tradition, Jim should have been buried on the third day of his death, i.e. on the fifth of July, but he was buried on the 7th) could be because of various bureaucratic delays. However, we can think of some other reason. The rumors of Jim’s death have leaked out anyway, and the reporters who tried to call Jim and Pam’s flat were told that Morrison was “not dead but very tired and resting in a hospital”. Maybe there’s truth in it – Jim was unconscious and he was taken to a hospital, where he died on the 5th (most likely under someone else’s name – he had no wide popularity in France and, according to his own words, no one recognized him in Paris) and was buried on the 7th – the third day after his death. Of course, no one could really say if he would die or not, hence the indefinable answers on the phone. At the time they were thinking of various descriptions of death or disappearance of Jim Morrison for the public. Moreover, I think that at the time the operation of covering up the truth about what really happened was up to the French special service. They intentionally launched the disinformation of Jim being not dead – just in case; Jim’s note (fake, I think) which read “Last words, last words, out” also came in handy – or perhaps, really written by Jim, but at a earlier time. There was one difficulty in the situation – they couldn’t bury Jim in an open coffin, or the gunshot wounds on his head would be easily seen, and they couldn’t tell it was a suicide as there were more shots than one.
In case the worst should have happened, they also thought of a version of Jim just disappearing mysteriously. The worst was if someway Jim’s relatives, someone from the American embassy or some other people who might ask to take a look at the body and who are difficult to make a deal with, would receive the information about Jim’s death, and the choice would be as follows: either let them see the corpse as it was, with gunshot wounds, or state that they simply have no body, that this person has disappeared and is likely to be alive, but they have no idea of his whereabouts. But none of these troubles happened, and they managed to make a deal with Pamela and Siddons (perhaps there was a reason to call, of all people, Siddons from America; he was very young (22 at the time) which made him even easier to make a deal with), who began to play the French special service’s game and help them in covering up the truth and hiding the events from the public; for example, Siddons stated that Pam was Morrison’s wife, which, as far as I’m concerned, wasn’t true but put her in the position where it was up to her to decide what to do with Jim’s body (by the way, in his will, written in 1969, Jim bequeathed everything he owned to Pamela, but, nevertheless, noted that he was unmarried and a resident of Los Angeles county, California – where, logically, he should had been buried. In her statement to the police Pam also declares herself “Mr. Morrison’s girlfriend”, and calls Jim her “boyfriend”, or simply “friend”. Moreover, answering the question about her boyfriend’s occupation, she says that he’s a “writer” (pay attention – not a singer, not a musician, not a band member, not even a poet).
Jim's will In his will, Jim states that he's unmarried and is a resident of Los Angeles county, California.
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When asked if Pam was really Jim’s wife or not later, Siddons obviously can’t answer clearly and just plays with words. On Pamela’s side, in the death certificate (which she filled as late as the 7th of July) she called Jim in the form which was the most difficult to associate him with Jim Morrison of The Doors; Douglas Morrison. Moreover, this is the only thing written by Pam: all the rest is written by someone else (it’s easy to see that the handwritings are very different), including the name “James” written in small letters below. To make everything safer, even though it was known that Jim’s relationships with his family were terrible, they decided not to inform the family, so no one could ask to show them who’s lying inside the closed coffin. That’s also the reason no one informed other Doors’ members. Then Jim was buried on Pere Lachaise quietly and secretly. The cemetery was chosen not because anybody honored Jim so much, but rather because the famous cemetery is properly guarded, and no vandals could dig up the grave and look what’s inside the coffin. Also, there was no church service which certainly would have included an open coffin – after all, here’s a man who just died because of “natural causes” – and could attract some attention from other people who could just happen to be on the cemetery during that time. I’m not quite sure that the coffin wasn’t empty at all, though – to make it safer in case someone would attempt exhumation, – and Jim wasn’t buried in some other place. In this case, even if someone digs up the grave and the body’s not there, they could say it was stolen by Jim’s crazy fans or something. Who’s the mysterious murderer of Jim Morrison? From what Pam’s mother told we know that there was another person in the apartment that morning – it was Count Jean de Breteuil, Pam’s longtime lover, an aristocrat and a dope dealer. But I don’t think that the murderer was him – the murderer was someone who came to the apartment with him, one of the Count’s buddies and a much more important and influential person than the Count was. You can tell how very powerful in France was this murderer’s father, taking in account that the mentioned junkie of a Count would soon die OD’ing on heroin – the same thing happens with Pam some months later. You could say that it's been too many months before her death, but you should consider that it's quite difficult to solve such problems in the USA from France. It couldn't be explained by the needs of national security, so those who arranged this murder had to search for some other ways, hence they needed more time. Moreover, if the murder happened right after Jim's funeral, it could scare Siddons, so he could have started to tell the truth about what really happened in France in order to make his life safe. So in this case they would have needed to commit two murders, which would be very suspicious right after Morrison's death. I think that's the two reasons why they let Pam live for nearly 3 years. The most interesting thing about her death was the fact that, according to her friend James Riordan, “although Pam had been using heroin, she could not shoot herself up. She always had to have someone else do it. Whoever did it, they claim, knew he or she was injecting her with a lethal” – so you can definitely say Pam was killed. Naturally, there’s an obvious reason for killing de Breteuil and Pam – they both were junkies, and junkies can’t be trusted.
You could also ask, if quite a few people in France knew about it, why no one yet told anything about it? I think that the answer is obvious – they were in this together, so no one could tell about the others without the clear risk to be accused of a crime himself. After all, that wasn’t the first or the last of their crimes – politicians, policemen and medics do so many malfeasances during their career. Also, they were indifferent to Jim Morrison. For them, he was no idol but just a drunk and a junkie – one of many.
In brief, the events were most likely to happen this way: 1. Pam’s description of what they were doing with Jim that evening: walking, going to the cinema, etc. – are most likely to be true. But they came home not alone, or somebody came to them later. 2. There were four people in the apartment: Jim, Pam, Count de Breteuil and the fourth man who was the one to commit a murder. Possibly, there could be even more people, but these four are for sure. 3. A quarrel began around the morning. Considering the fact that the Count was Pamela’s lover, one can suppose that she was the reason for the quarrel. It’s also obvious that all the four were drunk and, possibly, high on drugs. It’s known that Morrison was a very reckless person who knew no fear. Also, the neighbors reported that around 3 AM there was something going on in Morrison’s apartment – a fight, possibly. 4. Defending himself or his friend, or perhaps just insulted by something, the fourth man shot a few times at Morrison. Most likely, there were two gunshot wounds in the head (possibly, one of the bullets only grazed his head and didn't cause any serious damage). If Morrison was wounded, for example, in the chest, there would be no need of a closed coffin; if there was only a single gunshot, they would say it was a suicide. However, a single gunshot is also possible, as it was likely to be from such an angle that no one would believe it was Morrison shooting himself; also, it was likely to be made from such a distance that it couldn't be a suicide, which would be easily noticed by experts, as an official expertise would have to be made in this case. If there were more gunshots than two, it’s unlikely that Morrison would need reanimation. It’s also possible that Jim was beat to death, and his face and head were damaged so badly that the injuries were impossible to hide without the closed coffin. 5. This fourth person was a close relative of one of the most important and powerful people in France. So, everything was done to hide the details of what really happened and make the public believe Jim’s death was due to “natural causes”. Obviously, the scandal which could be caused by this murder could seriously and negatively affect the political career of the said powerful relative. 6. Most likely, Morrison was yet alive. What Pamela said to Alain Ronay whom she called that morning also proves this, “Jim is unconscious, Alain… He's bleeding… Can you call an ambulance for me? You know I can't speak French. Oh, please hurry… I think he may be dying.” It doesn’t describe a person who just suffered a heart attack. He’s lying unconscious and bleeding – this obviously is a description of a heavily wounded person. 7. Most likely, Morrison was rushed to some private hospital. The police and the medics both knew who shot Morrison, so they did everything they could to try to hide this story from the public. Hence, it wasn’t announced about Morrison’s death – there was a possibility he’d stay alive. However, they needed live Morrison even less than dead Morrison, so he was doomed. Most likely, Jim was taken to a hospital before the powerful relative of his murderer was informed, otherwise that wouldn’t have happened at all. 8. Soon (most likely, on the 5th of July, 1971) Jim Morrison died. 9. The French police and, possibly, French special service did a job to make a deal with Pamela and The Doors’ manager Bill Siddons who arrived from USA. Were they given a bribe or intimidated (both, most likely), but they agreed to tell to the public a version of Morrison’s death which had nothing in common with the truth, and was made to cover up the crime. 10. According to Alain Ronay’s evidence, Pamela (which is to say, the people who told Pamela what to do) wanted to cremate Jim’s body and only gave up the idea because she learned that in such case an autopsy would be required, according to the French laws. This indicates that they wanted to get rid of Jim’s body as soon as possible. 11. Bill Siddons has stated that he never looked
inside the closed coffin and never even was curious why it was closed in the first place. But it’s clear, no matter if he looked inside the coffin or not, that he knew the real reason of Jim’s death. Why, then, couldn’t he lie that he saw Morrison’s body without any signs of violent death? He was afraid that the truth could become known in some way later, and he would be accused guilty of giving deliberately false evidence and helping in hiding a crime. 12. Jim’s relatives, friends and band members were not informed to avoid unnecessary problems. Someone of them could ask to take a look at the body – then it would be needed to involve them also in the conspiracy, which was clearly unwanted –it’s not likely that the conspiracy itself could still exist at all if too many people were involved. 13. Morrison was buried as secretly as possible. Prestigious Pere Lachaise was chosen as the cemetery for Jim, which is strange, as few people in Paris knew Morrison at all, and Morrison had no big popularity in France. Obviously, the choice was made because the cemetery is properly guarded – in case someone would try to dig up Jim’s grave (though it’s empty, most likely). 14. Even on the next day after the funeral, Jim’s death wasn’t announced yet. Bill Siddons made his statement right after he arrived from Paris, on the 9th of July. But he could easily set off from Paris right after the funeral, in the morning of the 7th, and arrive to the USA on the same day. What was he doing in Paris for so long? Why couldn’t he tell the news of Jim’s death on the telephone? Obviously, that was the time it took the French special service to complete their job with Siddons – so that he wouldn’t tell the truth even outside of France. 15. Behindhand, the “official version” of Jim Morrison’s death was made, and it’s full of ridiculous contradictions: 1. According to Pam, when she found Jim’s body in the bathtub, the water was cold already, and that was around 6.30 AM. According to the evidence of Dr. Vassille, Morrison died around 5 AM. However, the paramedics, who came to the apartment at exactly 9.24 AM, reported that the water in the bath was still “lukewarm”. 2. In every story about Jim’s death all the details are confused: when exactly did Jim and Pamela come home (from 1 to 2.30 AM); did they come home together or separately; who was the first one to awake – Morrison or Pamela; whose idea it was for Morrison to take a bath – Morrison’s or Pamela’s; did Jim throw up blood or not; was the bathroom door locked or not; Count de Breteuil was present or not; Morrison was buried on the 7th at 9 AM or 11 AM; Bill Siddons didn’t look inside the coffin on his own free will or because he arrived to the funeral so late that the coffin lid was already screwed down. 3. It’s very strange that Alain Ronay, who was present in the apartment after Pamela called him for such a long time, didn’t even bother to take a look at the body of, allegedly, his close friend – moreover, it was for the same reason Siddons didn’t look inside the coffin – because he didn’t want to see his friend dead. What a coincidence. 4. How was the hot bathtub with steam supposed to help Jim, who suffered from asthma (as it’s stated, for example, in the recent “official” book “The Doors by The Doors; with Ben Fong-Torres”, ISBN 1-4013-0303-X; it’s also stated in this book that Pam drew the hot bath to help Jim with his asthma)? The sultriness and steam, on the contrary, are likely to make the problems with asthma worse. 5. Bill Siddons repeatedly makes stress on Jim’s “respiratory problem”, as a proof that Jim died “of natural causes”. How is this problem connected with the heart failure – Jim’s official cause of death? 6. According to Bill Siddons’ words, Jim had complained of the said “respiratory problem” on “Saturday, the day of his death”. When could he manage to do it, if, according to the official version, he died as early as 5 AM? 7. In the death certificate, it’s written in capital letters: “DOUGLAS MORRISON”, and only
below, it’s added in small letters (and seems to be separate), “James”. It indicates that they tried to hide his name and true identity.
Death certificate You can see that Jim was listed as "DOUGLAS MORRISON" with a small "James" added below.
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Police report The police report, signed by Pamela.
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16. All these reports that contradict each other indicate that none of the described events actually took place, and the eye-witnesses are simply lying – that’s why their reports differ from each other, and that’s why they say different things in different times – they just cannot remember the way they lied before, because in reality that events didn’t take place. 17. The weakest links – junkies Pamela and Count de Breteuil – soon die of OD. In Pamela’s case it’s known that she didn’t shot herself, hence, it’s for sure she was killed. 18. The version about Jim being in fact alive and staging his death is successful in closing public’s eyes on the real reasons why Jim Morrison’s death is surrounded with mysteries.
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Prompt List!!!!
So to make my life a bit easier, I decided to throw together a quick prompt list. You guys can use this when you’re requesting fics, and I’ll pull from it occasionally if I need some inspiration. I’ll sort into fluffy and smutty prompts so you can have your pick of which one you’re in the mood for!
(also the ones in bold are ones that I’ve added)
Fluffy
“Your hair is softer than mine”
“Stop moving!”
“Go to sleep or I swear to God I’ll make you chamomile tea and cuddle you”
“Is that my sweatshirt?”
“I’m so not jealous”
“Use my conditioner”
“Is that a new perfume?”
“You changed shampoos”
“Поцелуй меня” (kiss me)
“Let me rub your back”
“Take my jacket”
“It’s okay, I was awake anyway”
“Wanna go down to the arcade and play Pac-Man until we get in trouble?”
“How is it the moonlight makes you look that much prettier?”
“You were talking in your sleep”
“I learned a new language for you”
“You think I’m pretty?”
“He told me if I didn’t come talk to you he would take away my PlayStation”
“Read to me”
“I didn’t want to wake you up. You’re adorable when you’re asleep”
“Let's adopt a puppy”
“Have you been hanging out with my mom?”
“Sorry, your bed was just really warm”
“Use my phone”
“When I look at you I get this fuzzy feeling in my chest and I don’t know why”
“You got popcorn just so you could feel like a teenager again, didn’t you?”
“Say that again, but in English this time”
“Please don’t leave me”
“Who gave you permission to go out in public looking like that?”
“Kiss me again”
“You looked miserable, I thought I’d come save you”
“I’m not one for all this fancy ballroom stuff, let’s go hang out in our pajamas and get wine drunk”
“Thunder is just the angels getting excited whenever they score a goal”
“I saw you in the stands last night”
“You got a new haircut”
“That’s my seat” 
“Quit being such a baby and let me put a new Band-Aid on your face” 
“Because I love you and I don’t when it happened” 
“You gotta tell her, man. She’ll driver herself crazy if she doesn’t know there’s a puppy in your locker” 
“So... are we supposed to like, kiss now?” 
“I’ve seen the way you look at him” 
“You fell. Hard” 
“Will you two just kiss already?” 
“You’re my everything” 
“Shut the fuck up and hold my hand, loser” 
“I need a hug. Just a hug from a big, tall, strong hockey player who smells really good after he gets out of the shower”
“You keep a photo of me in your wallet?”
“I can’t think of a life  where you’re not by my side” 
“You look good in white”
“I’ve never, and will never, be happier than I am with you”
“Your laugh is my ringtone” 
“Isn't this how most romcoms start? Two hot people stuck in an elevator?”
“What would you do if I kissed you right now?”
“Big bad *team name* player and you’re afraid of spiders” 
“Did you get any sleep last night?”
“Come on, we’re going ring shopping” 
“I do” 
“I was going to try to be smooth and all but you’re super pretty and now I’m nervous”
“You look at her like she hung the moon” “To me she hung the galaxy” 
“Are you gonna kiss me or not?”
“We are so not getting matching Halloween costumes” 
“My mother always said athletes make the worst boyfriends. I can’t wait to tell her how wrong she is” 
“Can you- do you want to- please stay with me, I don’t want to be alone” 
“That was dramatic” “You loved it” 
“Will you to fake-prom with me?” 
“Sure puppies are cute and all but have you looked in a mirror?” 
“I can’t believe you're the guy I decided to spend the rest of my life with” 
“I have got to be the luckiest guy in the world” 
“They told me you’d kick my ass, I wanted to see if they were right” 
“If you laugh at something I said then write a fake number on my arm I win twenty bucks from each of them. Help a guy out?” 
“How many episodes of The Office have you watched today?” 
“Be the Pam to my Jim?” 
“You’re lucky you’re cute” 
“Sorry, I’m replacing you with this kitten” 
“You have a poster of me on your wall? Do you kiss it before you go to bed every night?” 
“Stop talking and kiss me” 
Smutty
“You are so hot when you’re mad”
“Damn, I didn’t realize you were so flexible”
“Yoga does wonders for the body, you know” 
“I can’t wait to mark you up” 
“As good as you look in that dress you’d look better without it” 
“Don’t stop” 
“Wait for me” 
“A beautiful sight, you wearing nothing but my jersey waiting for me” 
“Take it off” 
“Right there” 
“I wish I could see you right now but phone sex is gonna have to do it” 
“And you didn’t touch yourself?” 
“Can I tie you up?” 
“No touching” 
“Pull my hair” 
“After that picture you sent me I could barely focus on the game” 
“You look so hot with that scratch on your cheek” 
“So sexy with all your tattoos” 
“This apartment doesn’t have thin walls” 
“Come on, I want the team to know whose you are” 
“I barely even touched you and look at the mess you made” 
“Be gentle” 
“Look at me” 
“You dressed up for me” 
“You tease me during my game, I tease you now. It’s only fair” 
“You might wanna use my foundation and cover that bruise up” 
“I don’t wanna hurt you” 
“Bed. Now” 
“Honey I got all the time in the world” 
“It’s not like your parents are home” 
“I can do it in under five minutes” 
“Shut the door behind you” 
“If you don’t stop staring at my ass I will take you right here on this workbench” 
“Tell me what you want”
“Shower sex is complicated, but lucky for you I’m an excellent teacher” 
“That accent is the sexiest thing about you” 
“Don’t act all innocent, you had me pinned against that wall ten minutes ago” 
“Where’d you learn to do that?” 
“What were you dreaming about?” 
“Tonight is all about you, now put your hands above your head for me, baby” 
“The last time you did that I couldn’t walk for three days” 
“Your hands all over my body was the only thing I could think about at work today” 
“Take your shirt off” 
“You’ve always been my favorite meal”
“I was in the middle of an interview when you sent me that picture”
“Get a room, you two!”
“Don’t cover your mouth, you sound too good to do that”
“You’re the only thing that’s gone right today”
“You’ll be my first”
“I want to watch you touch yourself”   
“I promise you I’m not going to break” 
“Did I stutter?” 
“You have a tattoo?” 
“You and I are the only ones in here, baby” 
“I’ve never known you to be the shy type” 
“I didn’t mean to see you in nothing but panties and a bra, but you left your door open” 
“I never knew you could do that” 
“And in what frat house did you pick up that little trick?” 
“Somehow you’re sexier tonight than you were last night” 
“Has anybody ever touched you before me?” 
“I’ll take good care of you, baby” 
“You are officially on the naughty list” 
“I haven’t been home for more than five minutes and you’re already on your knees for me” 
“I knew you'd want dessert” 
“There are only two reasons you’d call me at one in the morning and judging from the way you’re dressed nobody’s dead” 
“Am I your first?”
Seasonal Prompts
Halloween
“It’s officially spooky season *insert character*, you know what that means” “Pumpkin everything?” “Pumpkin everything”
“Who ate all the candy?!”
“You're not going trick or treating, you’re too old for that”
***“I plan on getting more than one kind of freaky tonight”
“What the hell are you supposed to be?”
“Nope, I’m not scared. Why would think I’m scared? I’m totally not scared”
“I’m pretty sure I have claw marks from your nails”
“Please tell me that’s syrup”
“This haunted house was fifty bucks, I better die for that kind of money”
“Supernatural marathon at my place later, you’re bringing the candy”
“Are we about to make out in a graveyard?”
“Did you seriously injure yourself carving a pumpkin?” “Hey, the knives are sharp”
“Pumpkin spice is the love of my life” “I thought I was the love of your life”
“Don’t you watch horror movies? Splitting up always ends up with someone dead”
“We should do a couples costume” “Yeah, no”
“Nothing in this world is more satisfying than that crunch when you step on a leaf”
“It’s staring at me, *character* why is the scarecrow staring at me?”
“If someone asks, that skeleton of the Werewolf in my front yard is decorative”
“You can jump in the leaf pile if you help me rake”
“How can you love Halloween but hate horror movies?”
“Yeah, bring out the Ouija Board, what could possibly go wrong”
“We are not dogging up Harry Houdini’s grave”
“I think that zombie just grabbed my ass”
“First question; is that fake blood? Second question; if it isn’t is it your blood?”
***“The movie isn’t the only reason you’ll be screaming tonight”
“What are you gonna do? Burn me at the stake?”
“If you find an eyeball, don’t worry it’s not human”
“Ten pumpkins seems a little excessive” “It’s not excessive, it’s festive”
“Did that scarecrow just move or have I had too much punch?”
“My fangs just fell out”
“Yeah, let's go for a walk in the woods. I’m sorry, did you see Blair Witch Project?”
“It’s official, the house is haunted”
Christmas/New Years
“That has got to be the ugliest sweater I’ve ever seen”
“I told you I couldn’t bake, you didn’t listen”
“Look up, there’s mistletoe”
“This was my dream as a little kid, decorating a Christmas tree with a hot guy who just so happened to be my boyfriend”
“You should wear red more often”
“This is exactly how I envisioned you meeting my parents” “You envisioned me meeting your parents while running away from a flaming Christmas tree?”
“Tell me again, slowly this time, how the table cloth caught fire”
“You had the window seat on the way to Thanksgiving dinner, it’s my turn”
“This feels like the start of a rom com, two people stuck on a chair lift with a blizzard coming in”
“So you’re the one with the obnoxious light display”
“If I have to fake a smile for any longer I might actually commit murder so get me out of here as fast as you possibly can”
“My grandmother will not hesitate to force feed you Christmas cookies”
“I’ve always dreamed of having my first kiss on New Years Eve at midnight”
“Looks like we’re gonna have a white Christmas”
“Did you even use any wrapping paper, because this looks like it’s ninety percent tape”
“All I want for Christmas is you” “Cheesy”
“I never said I could skate”
“I thought a sleigh ride would be romantic”
“How the hell did you manage to hurt yourself putting up Christmas lights?”
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