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sakura-blossom28 · 4 years

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Heartbroken

I guess I can’t stop writing! This is a more set up chapter if anything with some sweet bits at the end which I love writing! The next chapter should be fun and I’m going to jump around with the time a bit to speed this up to get to more Gaara Sakura gushy bits! Hope you guys like it let me know what you think!!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Going out, piece of cake. But what to wear? If she was just going to Naruto’s apartment Sakura would have just changed into some pajamas to hang out in, but they hardly went out like this, and this was barely going out. To overdress or underdress? Sakura did like getting dressed up but this was hardly the place to do it, and besides, she hadn’t had a reason to look nice in a while. Even when she was dating Sasuke they never went out. The bar scene just wasn’t for him. Sakura didn’t mind, they went to a lot of casual dining places so there was never a need.

She did miss dressing up, doing her hair, and using the nice makeup she got for Christmas. Maybe with the warm weather, Sakura could convince everyone to go out to the nice rooftop bars. Maybe even dancing! The thought made her happy. Even though she wasn’t good at it, Sakura still liked to dance. It was just a fun way to let loose and feel good.

Sakura chose to straighten her hair after her shower. She definitely needed one after kickboxing. She chose a chunky green turtle neck sweater that was darker than her eyes, dark jeans, and a pair of brown boots with a little bit of a heel. Sakura looked casual but nice enough that her mother would approve of since she was going out in public. Her makeup was light, just some blush and mascara to bring out her eyes more, and just a shiny tint lipstick to finish her look. Sakura grabbed her off-white coat and walked out the door. Her parents were away this weekend on a mini-vacation that Sakura couldn’t get time off of work for. It was fine they needed some alone time. She locked up and made her way out.

The bar was a few blocks away from Sakura’s apartment building. She remembered going there a few times with friends in the neighborhood when they all turned 21. Even her parents stopped in from time to time to get a bite to eat after work. She loved their wings. Just the thought of them made Sakura quicken her pace. As she arrived she saw two familiar people standing outside.

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“Hey, Gaara, isn’t that the girl you’re crushing on? She’s way cute. If you’re not gonna make a move I will,” Kankuro said to his younger brother. At the sound of her name, Gaara looked down the street to see in fact it was Sakura. His heart squeezed a bit at the sight of her. His mind instantly played the memory from this morning of Sakura smiling so brilliantly at him during her workout. She was the first girl to catch his attention in a long time.

Sure there had been other girls before, but either they didn’t stick around, or Gaara just lost interest. Hopefully getting to know Sakura would be exciting, he could use something different in his life. Temari already liked her so that was a good sign. She never liked the girls he brought around so he just stopped.

“Not a chance Kankuro,” Gaara said and moved off the wall he was leaning on and walked up to Sakura.

“Oh hi, Gaara! I thought I would be the first one here! Hey Kankuro, nice to see you again,” Sakura said and peaked around Gaara to say hi to his brother.

“Sakura! Long time no see! You’re looking great as usual,” Kankuro said walking up and putting his arm around Gaara. She was taken aback by his comment. Sakura had never been comfortable with people complimenting her, especially not guys. She decided to brush it off, he was just being nice. Sakura was too flustered to notice Gaara practically shoving Kankuro into the street after his little comment.

“Let’s go inside and grab a table,” Sakura suggested with a nervous chuckle as she walked inside. Gaara quickly followed right behind her, making sure to close the door right in Kankuro’s face. The bar was quiet like Sakura expected. It would be very easy to push some tables together for the nine of them. After about twenty minutes everyone was finally there.

Sakura managed to be sitting next to Gaara, thanks to Temari, and across from Naruto and Hinata. For a while, everyone was chatting nicely, but then her conversation with Hinata stopped when she got up to go to the bar.

“So how are you feeling? You were doing great for the first time,” Gaara said casually leaning back into his seat to talk to Sakura.

“I actually really enjoyed it. I’m pretty tired, but I feel great! Do you always teach the beginner’s class?”

“No, I don’t usually teach all that much. I was filling in for one of the instructors since they were sick,” which wasn’t true, he wanted to see Sakura again after the other day.

“Aw, that’s too bad. I think you’re a great teacher,” she said with a smile, and Gaara smiled back.

“Do you think you’ll be coming back?”

“Definitely. The gym’s pretty close to my job so I can go right after work.”

Their conversation went forward from that point without an awkward pause or break. Gaara was really easy to talk to. They covered everything from their day to day, to what they enjoyed doing in their spare time. Sakura was happy to find that they had a lot in common. They both like to take it easy by reading and watching movies. Gaara was very intrigued in her cooking and baking efforts.

“I need to start cooking more. Kankuro can’t even boil a pot of water to save his life. And I’ve been staying late at the gym most nights that I can’t cook for him,” Gaara said throwing a sideways glance at his older brother who was happily chugging down his beer.

“I like to keep myself busy after work so I’ve been trying a lot of new things, and I have to say my cooking has gotten a lot better!”

“And why are you trying to be so busy?” Gaara regretted the question as soon as he said it. He could see Sakura stiffen at the question while her eyes widened. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”

“No, it’s alright. I was seeing someone who preoccupied almost every thought I had and how that I’m not seeing him anymore I realized how much time I had once he was gone. So now I’m trying new things that I want to do,” she said with a small smile.

“That’s actually really cool. And good for you to focus on yourself. Most people would spiral out of control. I remember Temari did that after her first serious boyfriend dumped her. What a mess that was. If she hadn’t gotten her own version of revenge I would have probably punched the guy if I ever saw him again,” Gaara said with a smirk.

“What did she do?”

“She didn’t do anything. They were both applying to the same tattoo shop at the same time, but she got the job over him. And the best part was that they were both told at the same time so he knew he lost to her, and as he was leaving he bumped into someone and they spilled their smoothie all over him.”

“That’s actually hilarious! That’s what he gets for whatever he did to her,” Sakura said trying to hold in her laughter.

Their night went on much the same way, exchanging different stories or embarrassing things that have happened to them. Gaara steered clear of any more talk of relationships. Clearly, something bad had happened to Sakura and he didn’t want to upset her any more than he already did.

Sakura was feeling really happy. Talking to Gaara felt really natural and they seemed to be clicking. She was having a really nice time with him. Letting her guard down for once felt so freeing. She definitely noticed that she had been smiling more. It felt really good. Was she finally ready to put herself out there? Should she take a chance on Gaara? Worst case she just gets to know him and they stay friends before it can develop into anything more. Better to play it safe.

Before they knew it, it was almost 11 PM. Tenten, Neji, and Lee had already left without them noticing. Their chemistry was so noticeable that even Naruto picked up on it.

“Hey guys, we’re gonna head out, but stay as long as you want!” Naruto called out with a big smile while quickly shoving everyone else out of the bar.

Sakura just had to laugh. Naruto was just so not smooth. They paid their bill and followed the crowd outside.

“Well, I’m the other way so I’ll see you guys soon,” Sakura said to the group as they were heading towards the parking lot.

“Did you walk here?” Gaara asked starting to go in Sakura’s direction.

“Yeah if I walk fast it won’t be too bad.”

“Would it be okay if I go with you? It’s pretty dark.”

“It’s alright you don’t have to! I’m in the complete opposite direction of you anyway!”

“I really don’t mind. Plus I would feel better knowing you got home safe.” That was the same thing that Sasuke would say. Text me when you get home. It was the only thing he said to Sakura that showed her he cared. Even when he dumped her the last thing he said was get home safe. It was nice to hear again.

“Yeah okay. Thanks that’s really sweet of you,” she said with a smile.

The night wasn’t too cold, but some of the street lamps didn’t seem to be working so she was happy that Gaara was tagging along. They were talking quietly when they heard loud shouting coming towards them.

“Hey girl what are you doing out here? Come over here!” came from a group of what seemed to be three drunk guys stumbling behind them. At first, Sakura didn’t register what was happening or who they were talking to. The next thing she knew Gaara had his arm tightly around her shoulders and pulled her close. He picked up the pace and it finally clicked in Sakura’s mind that those guys were talking to her.

“Hey! We’re talking to you! Come back!” one of the more sober men started to say. Gaara stopped under the next streetlight still holding on tightly to Sakura. He turned to look at her, clearly, she was shaken up and understandably so. He couldn’t believe she almost walked home by herself.

“Stay right here where I can see you. I’ll handle this,” Gaara said in the calmest voice he could use to make her feel better.

“Please let’s just go,” Sakura begged. Her hands were already shaking. Any confrontation wasn’t her strongest point, especially with drunk men.

“I don’t want them knowing where your apartment is. I’ll be right back,” and he was gone.

It felt like hours that Gaara was gone, but Sakura knew that was impossible. She strained to hear, but could only hear muffled voices. The next thing she knew Gaara was walking back with his hands in his pockets.

“See I told you I’d take care of it-,” Gaara said. He would have said more but Sakura ran up to him and tightly grabbed him into a fierce hug. He knew she was scared, but feeling her shake against him was even worse. He gently wrapped his arms around her. She felt so small in his arms. When he heard her start crying, his heart dropped into his stomach. He did it again, someone good was scared of him.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you-” he said while he tried to back away from her, but she was holding on too tight which surprised him. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, but he didn’t see any fear.

“You didn’t scare me! They did! I-I- That never happens I swear! It’s just awful! How do other girls deal with that all the time? Look at me I can’t stop shaking! I hate it!” Sakura looked so upset, but Gaara didn’t know what to say.

She realized how close they were, she got embarrassed and let go of Gaara. Sakura blushed but kept talking, “I just get so angry that I can’t stand up for myself. That’s why I started kickboxing classes. I thought if I physically got stronger I would feel it too.”

Sakura led the rest of the way to the apartment, keeping a little closer to Gaara as they walked. The whole time she was thinking to herself and having a small argument with herself that she almost forgot Gaara was next to her. Gaara was fine with the silence. He really had no response to give to Sakura’s statement. He felt he didn’t know her well enough to put her mind at ease.

Her apartment wasn’t too much farther and she was only on the second floor. She got her key out and opened the dark silent apartment. At that moment she forgot that her parents weren’t home.

“Oh right…” she quietly said to herself.

“Are you home-alone tonight? I thought you said you lived with your parents?” Gaara asked as he looked into a dark hallway.

“They’re away for the weekend. They won’t be back until Monday,” Sakura said in a small voice. She turned on the hall light, but it still seemed pretty dark in her home. “Thanks for walking me home. I’m really glad you did. And thank you for taking care of it. Are you going to be alright by yourself?”

“I should be fine,” Gaara said giving her a small smile to make her feel better, but she didn’t look convinced.

“Can you come in for a bit?” Sakura asked without looking at him. She felt utterly embarrassed for even asking such a question. She didn’t want him to get the wrong idea about her, but she was still pretty shaken up by what happened.

“Yeah absolutely.”

They walked into her small apartment, but it was big enough for 3 people. Sakura never minded that she lived here, she actually enjoyed it. She never had to take the garbage out in the rain, or shovel snow in the winter. The front room was spacious with cream walls and red accents all around the house. Gaara was jealous of the size of the kitchen. His apartment wasn’t as nice, but he couldn’t complain his commute to work was zero minutes.

All around the home were pictures of family, friends, and Sakura through the ages. The most recent one being her college graduation. She looked tired but happy. On one wall was an empty picture frame. It was an odd sight, but Gaara could put two and two together. There must have been a picture of Sakura and her ex in there that her family happily hung up. They really must have liked him. He would be noisy and ask Temari later on.

“I think I’m gonna call Naruto and Hinata and see if they can come over. I don’t think I want to be alone tonight,” Sakura said from the kitchen. “I’d ask you to stay, but I thought that would be creepy and rude of me to ask since we just met.”

“I think that’s a good idea. And I wouldn’t mind staying if it made you feel better,” Gaara said still wandering around her living room. Sure it wasn’t Gaara’s usual style to stay over a girl’s house, but seeing her cry like that she could have asked him for anything and he would have done it.

“Thanks. I really appreciate it Gaara,” he turned at the sound of Sakura saying his name. He saw that she relaxed a bit and she stopped shaking, which was a good sign. “I’m just gonna go get changed. I’ll get you some clothes.”

Sakura wasn’t gone too long when there was a knock on the door. On the other side were Naruto and Hinata. They rushed past him with small a small greeting and went straight towards Sakura’s room. If he really wanted to go home and sleep in his own bed this would be his chance. He turned back around to see Sakura come out in her pajamas and holding some for him.

She looked so innocent in a matching outfit of light blue button-down pajamas with little cupcakes all over them. Sakura was even rubbing her eyes like a little kid. She just looked so cute that Gaara could feel his legs moving back towards her as he shut and locked the door.

As Naruto and Hinata were fussing over her and asking a million questions, Sakura looked towards him and blushed slightly. Handing him a pair of grey flannel pants and a black long-sleeved shirt, she blushed more handing him the clothes.

“I hope these fit. The bathroom is on the left.”

“They’ll be fine. Thanks.”

When he came back, Naruto and Hinata were already set up on one reclining couch tucked in. Sakura was on the other and was waiting for him, barely staying away. He settled in and reclined the couch for them. Sakura’s eyes were heavy with sleep, but she seemed like she was trying to fight it.

“You’re okay now, get some rest. Do you want to sleep in your bed?” Gaara said as he pulled a blanket up around her.

“No no I’m okay. I feel better that you’re here,” Sakura mumbled, eventually slumping onto Gaara as she fell asleep. It was so strange to be close to someone else like this. It felt nice, it felt right. Sakura was a good person. She was interesting, funny, smart, and kind. She was someone he wanted to get to know better. He wouldn’t deny that he was already interested in her but knew good things took time.

Gaara knew she went through something pretty rough, but he was a patient person. Looking at her sleeping so peacefully he realized that waiting would be worth it if she wanted to get to know him. He knew he was getting ahead of himself, but for the first time in a while, he felt excited about the future. Maybe getting close to someone, dare he say romantically wouldn’t be the end of the world like he always thought it was. If everyone else around him seemed okay with a partner, he could give it a shot.

Part 5

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amnachil · 4 years

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To the perfection Chapter 2 Part 2

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Cody Monday March 11

He gulped, absolutely not ready for it. Monday morning were usually rough. But this one was special in every way. Not only they were forced to attend school this week because they had hours to catch up in order to make a trip later this year, but he was going to see Thomas. I don't know what got into me. I don't know why I went up against him during the game. Cody wasn't ready to face Thomas, but he had to. Next to him, Joël finished a video about cats and laughed loudly.

"I can't help but watch it again and again." he said. "This kitty is so cute !"

Thankfully, he was stupid enough to not notice Cody wasn't listening. Because their friend was coming closer. Oh man. Thomas was smiling. His usual bright smile, which could enlighten your whole day. The smile Cody fell for.

"Hi Joël." he said. "Let's go inside, it's freezing."

Wait. "Hi Joël" ? Seriously ? So that was his punishment. Of course, the ginger couldn't ignore him more than he already did.

"I saw the video you sent yesterday." continued Thomas. "The cat is incredibly cute !"

"Ah ! I know right ?!" exclaimed their friend.

It was childish. Stupid. He's just pretending to care to hurt me. I know that. So why was it so painful ? He looked at his buddies while they entered in the highschool. They looked exactly like in these memories. Back when Thomas was talking openly with them. Back when he was the sun in Cody's life. And piece by piece, I can literally feel my heart crumbles. Because he knew those times wouldn't come back ever again.

The day went awfully slowly. Thomas was purposely more talktative with everyone. He laughed to every single joke Joël did. He talked politely to the teachers. He even held the door for the girls in each class. Well, he was literally shining. And everyone wanted to be part of it. Their classmates and their professors all fell for it. Someone said the ginger was back to his old self. Cody resisted to his urge to punch the poor soul. Everything is an act. He just wants to make me suffer, right ? How come Joël wasn't suspecting anything ? This dude had zero braincell or what ? Finally, for their last hour, their science teacher made a comment.

"You're extremely nice today." he pointed out. "Are you hiding something ?"

"Does a man need a reason to be nice ?" smiled Thomas. "Besides, I'm always nice."

"Well, let's say you're extra shiny today." confessed Darren. "Are you in love or something ?"

Cody froze for a second. Nah, that's not possible. The class laughed. Yeah, their professor only made a little joke. But the dark-haired lad noticed his friend's twitch. No way. Is it even possible ? It was highly unlikely. But what if ? The idea was already settling in Cody's mind.

"Dude, I understand shit and you're not helping if you are stargazing."

The teennager turned towards Ilhan. Right, they were working here.

"Sorry." he mumbled. "I got distracted. Anyway, where were we ?"

"I don't know anymore. I'm just lost."

Cody frowned. He looked closely at his friend. He looked so tired, so depressed. Whatever was going on, it wasn't good. He completely let himself go... Ilhan was definitely tubby now. His too-tight vest wasn't fit to hide such a paunch. And several times, Cody had spotted the man in a bloated state. Is it what they call stress-eating ? The nurse would turn completely crazy during the next check-up. I should help him. It would be nice to feel useful to someone. And maybe that way, I can't forget Thomas for a bit. Well, it was just a lie. And to say tomorow is my birthday...

Dan Wednesday March 13 – Thursday March 14

The day hadn't been good. His college's professor had told him his grades were too low. I won't graduate like this. I need to improve my grades. So Dan was studying more despite the fact it was his only week of holidays. When he arrived at the gym this evening, he wasn't in the mood. Sandra offered to do only light exercises, and she let him in peace. He managed to do some stuff, but his mind was elsewhere. Well, until he noticed Thomas's friend coming his way. What is his name again ? I think it's Joël.

"Hey dude." greeted the teenager. "How've you been ?"

"Uh, fine. I'm struggling a bit with those weights."

"You're doing great man."

Seing Joël's biceps, this one could lift them up easily and he was just trying to make Dan feel better. Well, thank for the thought.

"Sooo you live with Thomy right ?" asked the lad.

Dan decided to stop his stupid training because he probably looked ridiculous. He stood up and glanced at his interlocutor. He was slightly taller and broad-shouldered. His hair were dark with blond strand, his eyes brown.

"Yeah." finally answered the college student.

"Okay so here's the deal." smiled Joël. "There are rumors saying our Thomy got a girlfriend but of course, he won't tell me. I'm just dying to know ! Damn, I can't be in the dark so please please please tell me ?"

He made puppy eyes which made Dan smile. This guy is cool.

"Sorry but I havn't heard anything on the subject." he assured. "And I doubt Thomas is seeing anyone right now. He's very busy between working out, helping Ilhan every night and stuff."

Joël made a face.

"Helping Ilhan every night ?" he repeated. "Cody said they stopped a moment ago since they're not really talking at school anymore."

"What ?"

Now Dan was lost too. I'm pretty sure he didn't lie when he told me he was going to Ilhan's place. So he lied to his friend ?

"Ah, that's cool." laughed Joël. "If Thomas is still helping him, I'm sure Ilhan will be rocking again soon !"

The college student nodded. I should just trust Thomy. I'm sure there is a good explanation behind this.

The next day, Dan exhausted himself with studying. This evening, he was so tired he decided to indulge more than usual. He ate his content pretty fast and then more. Thomas wasn't home yet, so he finished all the leftover. And then ordered two oversized pizzas. It wasn't very rational nor healthy, but he needed something to relax. He went though the first one lazily. The added weight forced him to lay down on the couch. The bloat was feeling nice. When he finished, he belched, kinda satisfied. Then he decided to try his luck with the second pizza. It was harder but still, he continued. His belly bulged and he needed to took off his pull over to let it expand. He felt his stomach took the free room. Honestly, Dan didn't know exactly how he managed to finish, but he did. Damn. He burped loudly. He tried to move, but that was painful. He had a tummy ache for sure. It was worth it anyway. He was trying to appease his angry belly when Thomas arrived.

"Oh. Looks like you already ate." he said.

Dan nodded, groggy. His friend sat next to him.

"Are you in pain ?"

"Yeah... Ate too much, too fast."

A soft hand entered in touch with his skin. Made a circle. Oooh. Good. Very good. He let out a moan against his will.

"I... I'll make you feel better." whispered Thomas, short-winded. "Just... Let me do it."

His friend rubbed his belly slowly, calmly. At first, it was timid but it became firmer. It feels so nice. Dan closed his eyes. Now he could digest peacefully. Slowly, he fell asleep.

Thomas Sunday March 17

Gregory wolfed down a burger like if it was nothing. His big mouth was very useful for this kind of thing. As for her, Shirley lowered her head, uneasy. The ginger bite his lips. Why on earth I agreed to come ? Dan arrived with his own order and sat next to him. Oh yeah, I recall now. Because he had done something terribly stupid four days ago. I rubbed his belly. I mean, I rubbed DAN's belly when he was conscious. It had been the happiest moment of his life. And the worst too. Because his crush had moaned Raphaël's name during his sleep. Of course, he was his boyfriend. It's pretty normal he thought about him. It had destroyed Thomas's heart. But it had also gave him hope. Because it means I can rub his belly again. I mean, I can rub DAN's belly again. All he had to do was pretend to be his brother.

"I can't do it." Shirley complained. "I'm not ready yet."

"Sis' you are more than ready." contradicted Dan. "You found a flat to rent, you've a job as a cashier and you're pulling yourself together very well."

"Agreed." added Gregory between two mouthful. "You're more than ready to talk to Sam."

Honestly, Thomas didn't care at all about Shirley, her ex and whatever. But since it was important to Dan, it mattered to him aswell.

"You're great." he assured with his brightest smile. "Go ahead and make peace."

She nodded, reassured by their cheerings. She stood up and went for Sam. The ginger felt Dan's shoulder press against his. It was just a friendly touch, but he got flustered anyway.

"I hope she'll be okay." he mumbled.

"Don't worry man, she's on the right way." Thomas stated. "And Gregory is here to watch her... I guess, because it seems like he can't get his eyes away from his burger."

The joke made them laugh. And the teenager felt genuinely happy.

Fast enough, the craving for more haunted him again. To press shoulders wasn't enough to satisfy his teenager's needs. He called Joël.

"Hi man. Sorry but I can't make it to the gym today."

"Whaaat ? But Cody and I are already there !" groused the other. "Man, not fair !"

Well, if this asshole is here, there is another reason why I can't come. Both his friends were Raphaël's pawns but at least Joël was too silly to be a bother. The leech on the other hand... I just hate him so much right now. He dared stand up against me.

"There's somewhere else I need to be." he said.

"Mmhm alrighty.... Wait Cody asks if you're going to Ilhan's place again ?"

For god's sake. He can't leave me alone, can he ? And how the hell did he know about this ?

"He's not my mom." Thomas replied. "I'm hanging up."

No sooner said than done. He didn't want Cody to stick his nose into his business. Anyway, Thomas went straight to Ilhan's home. He knocked at the door, and his friend's mother opened. She led him upstair, saying how much she was glad he was here. According to her, her son was going through a bad phase, and his help was more than welcome. She hoped he would help him get back in shape. Sure thing. Count on me. He barely waited for her to leave. And then, he jumped on Ilhan's bed, next to his friend. This one had already indulged in the pastries Thomas had sent earlier with a note. He was seemingly overstuffed.

"I did burp... what you asked." he muttered.

"Nice. Now I'll fuck you."

"Wait... Thomas. I just need to know, why are we doing this ? What are we even doing ?"

The ginger sighed, annoyed. Ilhan had so many questions, so many doubts ! They were just having fun !

"I don't understand why you're still so worried about everything." he said with a threatening tone. "Just let me fuck you and we're good, okay ?"

"O... Okay."

To be continued

Not much to say. Our feedees are doing their job. Dan rather willingly while Ilhan is well... not so sure about this.

And Thomas... Thomas doesn’t change. He’s not very nice to the people who annoys him. And that’s a lot of people.

#to the perfection #TP #Cody #Dan #Thomas #stuffing #weight gain #Dan stuffs his face again #Cody is in troubles #with Thomas the star of highschool #Joel doesn't understand a thing right ?#Chapter 2 #Part 2

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 6 years

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Dad’s Worst Nightmare (Part 2)

Summary: The reader is forced to deal with the aftermath of the party at school where things start to escalate...

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Pairing: Jensen x daughter!reader

Word Count: 6,200ish

Warnings: language, bullying

You would never have called yourself a popular kid at school. You were friends with the in-crowd, the ones that were jocks and that showed off how wealthy their parents were. But you were friends with the kids other people wouldn’t be caught dead talking to too. The kids that liked working on cars or playing video games or actually enjoyed learning. The one nice thing about private school was pretty much everyone had money so there wasn’t much of a reason to be bullied over that. But it still happened and you were starting to suspect you were headed down that path.

You shrugged it off when Sara wouldn’t talk to you in homeroom on Monday morning after your long weekend. You weren’t in the mood to talk to her anyways. But when your chem lab partner didn’t say a word to you, when you were picked last in gym for soccer of all things, when you had to sit alone at lunch for the first time ever, you realized school was never going to be the same for you.

“Thanks for the grounding, Ackles,” said a guy on your way to math, shoving you in the hall, a few other people snickering. “I can’t believe you called your dad. Always knew you were a little prude.”

“Shut up, Eric,” you said, trying to walk past him, an arm reaching out in front of you.

“My dad took away my car. Thanks for that,” said Ricky, your eyes going to the ground.

“You guys are supposed to be my friends,” you said, scrunching up your face. Ricky knocked your notebook out of your hands, scowling at you.

“I wasn’t even doing anything at that stupid party and I got grounded for a month,” said Ricky. “I bet you didn’t even get in trouble, asshole.”

“Leave me alone,” you said, grabbing your notebook and hurrying past them.

Your dad flew back to Vancouver on Monday night, both of you disappointed that your front door security camera was too far away to make out anything Officer Barnes had said to you. The lawyer said they couldn’t do much unless you changed your statement again and tried to charge the officer but it wasn’t advised unless another incident occurred. The officer was a lifetime cop and if he wanted to make your lives hell, he absolutely could. Your dad said you weren’t giving up on getting some justice but he wanted you to lay low for now.

Your mom watched you like a hawk, even if she tried to not make it obvious, thankfully making excuses for you that you were busy with homework every night that week when your dad tried to talk to you.

But by the end of two weeks, you had zero friends left at school. It was like you had the plague or something. You tried to put on a brave face but only made it halfway through gym on Friday when everything reached its tipping point.

A dodgeball flew hard and fast at you, hitting you in the stomach that made you double over. You wouldn’t have been offended if the whistle hadn’t blown ten seconds ago. You heard the teacher shout angrily as you got to your feet, waving him off that you were alright. You managed to slump into the locker room to change, ignoring the whispers from the other girls about the names they were calling you.

Until you channelled your inner Dean Winchester that was.

“You know what?” you said, slamming your locker shut. “I hope to fucking hell none of you ever have to call your dad because you got drugged at a party and all your supposed friends are too drunk and worried about getting in trouble to give a fuck. I’m sorry all your parents got pissed or took away your phones or allowance or your cars or whatever the fuck is so damn important to you. It was not my fault though. It was the asshole who did that to me so you want to be pissed at someone, take it out on him, not me.”

You forced your way through the rest of the day, getting to your locker after your last class to find your teacher standing by it.

“Ms. Ackles,” said your english teacher. “After you get your things, please come to the principal’s office. Your parents are waiting for you there.”

You thought you’d been doing a pretty decent job of hiding what was happening but the looks on their faces when you got down there said that was farther than the truth.

“This is a strange meeting,” said the principal, walking around to sit on the front of his desk. “Y/N’s attended this school all her life. She’s been an exceptional student, one of our brightest.”

“Is this about why our daughter comes home looking like she just spent eight hours in hell everyday?” asked your mom, your gaze going to the principal and then the floor.

“The school is aware of the party incident that took place a few weeks ago. There have been several assemblies on it already. But a few staff members have noticed...potentially physical altercations between Y/N and other students. Nothing that is what I would call a fight but-”

“But you’re concerned for her safety,” said your dad. You looked down at the ground, biting your bottom lip.

“She’s not interacting in class unless called upon anymore. There is no other interaction with students unless it is forced. Y/N appears on edge often,” said the principal. “The school board feels it may be in Y/N’s best interest to seek alternate options for her final year of school.”

“So you’re telling her it’s okay to be bullied and not stand up for herself?” asked your mom.

“On the contrary, your daughter has stood up for herself, time and time again these past two weeks. But things are escalating to a point where standing up to bullies is no longer the solution. An anonymous student came forward saying it wasn’t safe for Y/N. They wouldn’t give details but mentioned something about a younger brother of a Johnny that attends school here,” he said.

“He has a younger brother,” you said, closing your eyes.

“We’re pulling her out,” said your dad. “I don’t want her anywhere near anyone in that family.”

“Can we just go home?” you asked, your mom nodding.

“What about Hilltop?” asked your mom, you dad closing his eyes. “It’s got great referrals.”

“Hilltop had those stuck up teachers, remember?” asked your dad.

“Well we have to figure out a school for her to go to,” said your mom. You sat on the couch, listening to them talk in the kitchen, your eyes peeking over the back occasionally to watch them.

“Why didn’t you talk to us? To me? I thought we had a deal,” said your dad when he caught you staring. “I let it slide because you seemed busy with your schoolwork but-”

“I don’t care that I don’t have friends anymore,” you said quietly. “I was going to school with this guy’s brother and who knows what he was going to do to me. Their dad arrested you and threatened to have a whole bunch of guys-”

“Watch it,” said your mom, holding up a finger, your dad looking away.

“Can I just get my GED?” you asked, your parents sighing.

“No,” said your dad. “You’re getting a diploma one way or the other. You’re going to school again too.”

“A public school?” you asked.

“Your dad and I talked about a few options when you were playing with the twins after we brought you home,” said your mom. She looked at your dad, a flicker of worry in her eyes. “You could be...homeschooled. You were taking almost all college classes this year anyways. You don’t need a full eight hours of school everyday to finish your diploma.”

“And if you were homeschooled...you could spend part of that time with me. In Canada,” said your dad. You looked back and forth between them, your mom looking away. “Your mom is scared about...we’re both scared to let you stay home alone anymore. This family that tried to hurt you...it doesn’t sound like they’re done with us yet and I know that’s scary but you need to hear it so you’re prepared. Homeschool is just one of the options and we don’t have to pick it. This is your choice.”

“Can I think about it?” you asked. They both nodded. “Can I go up to my room now?”

They nodded and you headed up the stairs, pausing once you were around the corner, nearly a minute going by before you heard a large sigh.

“Fucking hell, De,” said your dad, sounding so broken. “What’s wrong with these people? Now there’s another kid that wants to hurt her? I’m scared to let her out of my sight and now I know I can’t protect her.”

“You can. We both can,” she said.

“What if that cop shows up here again?” he said. “He just...I’m useless. Our daughter is the one saving my ass. We’re so fucking scared we want her to change her whole life over this fucking thing. What if he arrested her next time? What if he would actually help his kid and-”

“Stop talking,” said your mom, your dad going quiet. “I think she’s putting on a brave face for us but I don’t think she cares about going back to school, not after everything that happened to her. I wish we knew who the student was that warned the school. She’s got one friend left out there at least.”

“Hiding her away in another country isn’t going to solve this,” said your dad.

“No it won’t. But it’ll give the lawyer time to dig into the family and see if there’s been anything else like this before. For now we keep going as normal as we can for her and when we can, I give those little shits a piece of my mind,” she said.

“I don’t want you anywhere near them either,” he said. “We’ll kick ass when we have to. Right now let’s try to keep this together.”

“...it’s been so long since it wasn’t us girls together,” she said after a moment. “I’ve been with her the past 11 years.”

“She probably won’t even want to be homeschooled,” said your dad.

“We both saw her face. She’s made up her mind already. She’s just giving us time to make us think she’s considering all her options. But I think she’s spent the past two weeks going over all this in her head on her own,” she said.

“If I hadn’t made a scene-“

“Hey. I’m glad you did and so is Y/N,” she said. It got quiet, a few sighs coming from downstairs and you went up to your room, JJ wandering in a minute later.

“Hey, JJ,” you said, your sister crawling up on your bed, giving you a hug. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re sad,” she said. You pulled her into your lap, giving her a big one back.

“Yeah but I’ll be okay. Let’s go play in the backyard with the twins and have some fun, how’s that sound?”

“You’ve been quiet tonight,” said your dad, poking your shoulder as you stabbed at your bowl of ice cream a few hours later. “You played with the kids all evening.”

“I won’t get to play with them as much now,” you said, pushing the bowl away. Your dad hummed and took it for himself, taking a big scoop and making sure to get it all over his face. “Dad, don’t be goofy. I’m not in the mood.”

“Alright,” he said, grabbing a napkin to wipe himself off. “You want to talk about the conversation you overheard?”

“I didn’t-”

“Kiddo,” he said, crossing his arms.

“I want to be homeschooled...at least for now. I can still do stuff outside of school, you know?” you said. He nodded, leaning back against the counter.

“Where do you want to live?” he asked.

“I’ve never had a choice before,” you said.

“Part of being a grown up. No one makes you do anything. It’s always your choice what you do,” he said.

“How would it work though if you only have to work like three days in a week. Do I have to stay in Canada by myself?” you asked.

“No, honey. We can get you a teacher here and a teacher up there. You only needed English and Government and you’re a whiz at both. You only need to do school a few hours a day,” he said. “Mom’s been researching all night.”

“What am I supposed to do the rest of the time? I still need credits for a diploma,” you said.

“How would you feel about working? Kids that work get credit,” he said.

“If I’m in Canada, how am I supposed to...” you said, a smile creeping on his face.

“How opposed are you to working on a film set?”

Three Days Later

You’d traveled to Vancouver often growing up. You lived there with your dad when you very little, until he and your mom got serious and you started to stay in the states with her, allowing you to stay at the same school growing up. You had a bedroom in his apartment for weekend trips but it was more of a way station than anything else.

The twins didn’t understand that you wouldn’t be coming home that night so they were pretty calm when you left the house with your dad that morning. JJ was convinced you didn’t love her anymore but after a long hug she started to relax. Your mom was all smiles but you knew she hated that the three of you had come to the conclusion that at least in the short term, getting away was for the best.

“S’been a long time since it was just us,” said your dad as you walked through the Vancouver airport, a big gust of wind outside making you wrap your jacket around yourself. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Not used to the cool air,” you said. Your dad got a car to drive you back to his apartment building, the doorman saying hello to you but your dad stopping and making sure he knew you were a permanent resident now. You had a backpack and duffel, your dad saying the two of you could go buy anything else you needed later on.

It wasn’t until you were dumping your bags in your new room that it really hit you.

“I should have stayed,” you said, storming out to the kitchen where he was getting a drink of water. “I want to go home. I’m not letting some asshole scare me away.”

“Language, Y/N Ackles,” he said. You rolled your eyes, your dad cocking his head. “Do you need a timeout like your sister got this morning?”

“Running away is wrong,” you said.

“I’m sorry but this is what you agreed to with your mom and me. We can’t know that you’re safe and until the police and the lawyer figure out if Johnny’s family is going to pull something again, you’re staying with me. End of discussion. Sometimes that might be here, sometimes in Austin, sometimes at a convention. It-”

“You’re saying I can’t have a life now? I have to be with you all the time?” you asked.

“No, I’m saying...just stick with me for a few weeks until you start to make some friends up here, okay? I know hanging out with your father is awful but please just do this for me,” he said.

“You’re afraid,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “You would not be this afraid of some college guy. You’re not telling me something.”

“I don’t have to tell you everything,” he said. You raised an eyebrow, scoffing at him.

“This is my life that has turned upside down in the past month thank you very much. I deserve to know what’s going on,” you said.

“No,” he said, his jaw clenching. “Drop it. Understand that this is the safest thing for you and me right now, got it?”

“Tell me or I will get on a flight back to Austin tonight,” you said. He pursed his lips and squeezed the edge of the counter top so hard his knuckles turned white.

“There is a younger brother, Jimmy. He’s your age. He goes to your old school,” said your dad, loosening his grip. “The anonymous student overheard Jimmy on the phone with someone in the boys locker room, presumably Johnny. They were talking about you. It’s being looked into. Considering who their father is and what’s already happened when he came to the house, your mother and I decided getting you away was the best option.”

“What was said?” you asked.

“Never ask me that again,” he said, voice much harsher than you were expecting. You swallowed, giving him a nod and looking away. “The lawyer will find something but-”

“Lay low up here with you,” you said. “I got it. I’ll uh, be less of an ass about it.”

“Good. Now, unpack your clothes and we’ll go shopping and then we can make up dinner. You have your very first day of work tomorrow,” he said with a smile.

“Oh boy. I can’t wait.”

“How was school?” asked your dad at ten the next day, jogging into his trailer.

“Mr. Riley just left. He’s cool. Super cute,” you said with a smirk, your dad pouting. “It was okay, really. It’s a little weird being taught one on one but I’ll get used to it.”

“I’m glad it went well. Does school in my trailer work or would you rather do it someplace else?” he asked.

“This is fine. You can kick us out anytime though. This is your space,” you said. He shrugged, opening a closet door and going into the back bedroom, opening the door after a minute in jeans, a black tee shirt and a flannel, a piece of paper tucked in his back pocket.

“Come on, slacker. Time for your first day,” he said, waving you after him.

“Uh, you still haven’t explained what I’m doing,” you said, following him outside and across a parking lot, over to a trailer for hair and makeup. Your dad motioned for you to sit in the empty seat, someone playing with his hair for a moment before he was spun around and your saw concealer start to be applied to his face. You giggled, your dad holding up a hand. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You better not. This is nothing compared to what I used to have to get back in the day,” he said, someone patting his shoulder after a moment. “Now onto breakfast.”

“We get breakfast?” you asked. “Awesome.”

“I’m glad you think so because it’s pretty much where your breakfast and lunch are coming from for awhile,” he said, walking with you to the food tent. You were waiting in line when someone picked you up, a squeal escaping you as your dad laughed.

“Well if it isn’t my cutest niece in the world,” said your Uncle Jared, setting you down. You rolled your eyes as you looked up at him, giving him a hug. “Did you grow?”

“Uncle Jare. Don’t be a loser,” you said.

“I got it from your dad,” he said, a grin across your face.

“Good to know that’ll still be happening,” said your dad, grabbing a plate. “Eat up kiddo. It’s gonna be a long day.”

“Uncle Jared,” you said, walking with him over towards the studio. “Do you know what I’m supposed to be doing? My dad refuses to tell me and I don’t want to get in trouble.”

“You’re doing exactly what you’re supposed to actually,” he said with a smirk. “You’re making sure I get to the studio for my blocking on time.”

“Your what?” you asked.

“It’s where we kind of stand around in different spots for a scene so they can figure out where to move the camera ahead of time. It gives us a chance to rehearse too,” he said.

“Am I one of those PA’s he’s mentioned before?” you asked.

“Gotta start from the bottom kid,” he said. “On the plus side though, if you end up being your dad’s PA, you get to boss him around for the day.”

“Don’t get my hopes up Uncle Jared,” you said. “I’ll settle for you.”

After about four hours of getting a crash course orientation and your own radio and headset, you felt like maybe you were starting to get the hang of things. Basically whatever odd or end needed done, you went off to try and help with. The first few days of work were long, your dad teasing you that a six hour day was nothing around there and you were lucky you weren’t 18 yet and having to work full shifts like him.

Friday night you were stuck at the studio, a scene between your dad and the guy playing Michael’s new vessel. It’d been fun earlier in the week but you already decided you weren’t a fan of working at midnight.

“Let’s move on to scene 14,” said the director, smiling when you brought over a cup of coffee to him. “Thank you. You’re Y/N right?”

“Yes sir,” you said. “Do you need anything?”

“No, no. It’s a little easy to spot Ackles’ daughter. She’s the bright eyed one on a Friday night after all,” he said, chuckling a little. “Does your dad let you drink this stuff?”

“A little bit,” you said.

“Word of advice, avoid it at least six hours before bed. Ruins your sleep otherwise,” he said as he chugged the mug down.

“I’ll try to remember that,” you said.

“Do you want to watch on the monitors?” he asked. “Your dad mentioned you’re a bit of a camera buff.”

“I don’t know where he got that from,” you said, scratching the back of your neck.

“This is our A camera and this is B. For this scene, A is on our bad guy and B is on Dean,” he said.

“Is A supposed to be dimmer than B?” you asked.

“Good catch,” he said with a smile. “Yes, for this scene it actually is. You ever get interested in the camera work or director side, talk to your dad. I’m sure he could pull a few strings.”

You nodded, your dad walking in front of one of the screens, laughing at something the guy playing Michael said. You did a double take when he spun around, fake blood all over his face and arms. He hopped up on top of a metal table and the props department walked over, handing Michael a fake blade and tying your dad’s arms down.

You bit your bottom lip, focusing on the smile on his face as he spoke to someone, remembering that this was all pretend and never once had watching his show bothered you.

After a minute they called action and Michael started the scene, Dean saying something witty back, prompting him to drag his fake blade across his cheek. You winced and turned away, getting out of your seat when he started to yell.

“Hey,” you heard half an hour later. You glanced up from where you were sat outside the studio door, your dad frowning at you. “What’s wrong?”

“I watched...I got scared. I thought of Johnny’s dad and...” you said, shrugging as he took a seat next to you. “I know I’m supposed to stay inside in case anyone needs anything but I couldn’t be in there for that.”

“I should have asked you not to stay for that scene. It was a hard one,” he said. You turned your head, his eyes tired and puffy.

“Dean could use a hug,” you said, your dad laughing.

“Yeah he could. I’ll settle for one and pass it along to him though,” he said. You rested your head on his shoulder, giving him a hug. “Thanks. I needed one of those.”

“You look tired,” you said. “Can you go home yet?”

“Mhm. Let’s get going.”

“Dad, are you okay? You’re like super quiet,” you said after Cliff had dropped you off at home that night.

“Yeah,” he said. “You should get to bed. It’s almost one, honey.”

“Okay. Let me know if you need anything,” you said, your dad humming as you went to bed.

You woke up thirsty a few hours later, noticing the light was still on in his room. You poked your head in, your dad sat in bed with his computer and a shoebox.

“Dad?” you mumbled. “It’s three in the morning. What are you doing?”

“Nothing, honey,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Liar,” you yawned. “Have you slept yet?”

“No,” he said, giving you a smile. “Sometimes hard scenes make me very tired but put me on edge too. It’s normally why I like to do them first thing in the day, not the last scene.”

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Answering email. Looking at pictures of the kids,” he said.

“What’s in the box?” you asked, your dad patting the other side of this bed. You walked over and climbed up on it, the lid off of it as you smiled at what was inside.

“I didn’t have a cellphone when you were a kid. I took these with disposable cameras,” he said, pulling out the photos, handing some to you. “This was my very first day of Supernatural and you thought I should go to work with all these ribbons in my hair. Remember?”

“Pink is your color,” you teased, looking through the stack before handing it back to him. “There’s one’s from the hospital in there I’ve never seen before.”

“You were a big baby. Full head of hair when you came out,” he said, moving the box and his computer aside.

“Were you happy when I was born?” you asked. He tilted his head, frowning.

“Of course I was. Happiest day of my life aside from the other guys being born,” he said.

“But you knew she didn’t want me and you’d have to do it all by yourself,” you said.

“I wanted you, honey, and that’s all that mattered. It was never easy but I had help from our family and friends. Why are you asking that?” he asked.

“You’re scared, like all the time now, and it’s because of me. If I was never born or you gave me up-”

“Y/N,” he said, voice harsh. “I know things have been strange but it is not your job to take care of me. Understand?”

“No,” you said.

“No? That’s-”

“I remember having this fight when I was seven. You had a really bad day at work and you told me that and I said that’s not fair because you didn’t have anyone to take care of you and I didn’t care if you were a grownup because you’re my dad and you don’t get to love me more than I love you because-”

“Because I love you just as much,” he said, staring at his lap. “Always had to be a little insightful thing, didn’t you?”

“Will you tell me the truth? Please?” you asked.

“Honestly...that scene was hard. Harder than it’s been in a long time. My head was somewhere else. You’re old enough to realize that dad isn’t superman anymore. I’m only one man and I can’t protect you from everything. Doing a scene like that made me think of the day Officer Barnes was at the house and how I wouldn’t have been able to protect you. I saw you outside tonight and realized seeing me like that scared you and it made me feel worse. Normally this is something I would talk to your mom or Uncle Jared about or I would go for a run and get it out of my head. But I just didn’t think I needed it tonight and I didn’t want to talk to you because you should not be sitting in here helping me feel better at three in the morning,” he said.

“No offense but that’s stupid, dad. What’s Uncle Jared always telling us?” you said.

“It’s okay to get help,” he said.

“You can talk to me about stuff, if you want,” you said. He smiled, ruffling your head.

“I might take you up on that sometime. But for now, you need to get to bed. We have a flight at seven am to get back home,” he said.

“You sure you’re okay?” you asked.

“I’m fine, honey. Get some rest.”

“Y/N!” you heard your sisters squeal as you came in the front door when you got back to Austin around lunchtime. You bent down to give them a hug, Zeppelin jumping on your back and wrapping his arms around you.

“Sissy!” he said, your mom laughing as your siblings piled on top of you.

“Now you know what it’s like,” teased your dad, getting his own round of hugs from the kids, your mom squeezing you tight. “She was only gone four days, De.”

“I missed my girl,” she said, spinning you around.

“Mom,” you groaned. She released you and JJ immediately grabbed your hand to go play, your mom waving you off that you could talk later.

“How’s working with your dad?” asked your mom that night. “Total diva, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” you said with a smile, earning a noogie as he walked past. “It’s fun. So different than school.”

“Mhm,” she said, looking over your shoulder as your dad squeezed your shoulders. “Can I talk to your dad alone for a minute, honey?”

You nodded and let them be, halfway done the hall when you heard a loud swear behind you.

“Y/N!” he shouted. “Kitchen! Now!”

You carefully made your way back in, your mom pouting as she rested her head in her hand.

“You’re not to go anywhere in Austin without an adult,” he said.

“But that’s not-“

“It’s not fair but it’s how things are. In Vancouver you don’t have to but when you’re here…” he said. “Hey. Do not make that face at me and do not ask why. Understand?”

“May I go to my room?” you asked dryly. He nodded and you headed upstairs.

“Y/N can we get ice cream?” asked JJ the next day. “From Perry’s?”

“I need to drive the car to take us there and dad says I can’t anymore,” you said, flipping through a magazine. JJ sighed and grabbed your hand, pulling you to your feet. “Sorry, kiddo.”

“But you’re big and you used to take me,” she said. “Please?”

You pursed your lips, looking at your phone. Your parents and the twins were at a swim class and they definitely wouldn’t be back for at least an hour. Perry’s was only a five minute drive and you’d be back before they ever knew.

“Please?” she asked again, putting on puppy dog eyes.

“Okay but we do not tell mom and dad and you don’t fill up on ice cream before dinner, got it?” you said.

“Uh huh,” she said, hopping up and down. You grabbed your wallet and phone, shoving them in your pocket before you went to the mud room, grabbing the spare key to the SUV. JJ followed you out, buckling herself into her car seat, surprisingly not making a fuss when you double checked it.

“Okay, kiddo,” you said, backing out to the driveway. “Let’s go get some ice cream.”

JJ ordered for herself and didn’t make a mess, stealing a bite of your ice cream sandwich when she finished up with her own. She seemed content with the mini snack, back in the car after only fifteen minutes.

You were in your neighborhood, a few turns from your street when you heard a siren behind you and lights go off.

“Y/N,” said JJ.

“I think we’re busted, JJ,” you said, pulling over and getting your wallet out. You reached over and dug through the glove compartment for the registration, sitting back in your seat as an officer walked to the passenger side.

“License and registration,” said the officer. You leaned over and paused, the officer taking off his sunglasses. “License and registration.”

You handed the items to the officer, sitting back and watching him carefully.

“Ms. Ackles,” he said.

“Officer Barnes,” you said, taking a deep breath.

“This vehicle is registered to your father,” he said.

“That’s correct. I’m a driver on his insurance though,” you said.

“Let’s check that,” he said. He walked away with the paperwork, JJ kicking in the backseat.

“Were you driving too fast?” she asked.

“No. I wasn’t doing anything,” you said. “Just be quiet and good back there for me, please.”

The officer returned after a minute, handing the registration back.

“You are on the insurance,” he said.

“Okay,” you said, eyeing him carefully.

“But you are driving unlawfully with a minor in the vehicle,” he said, you raised an eyebrow, looking back at JJ.

“She’s all buckled-“

“You have a junior license,” he said.

“Yes. I’m allowed to drive until nine and I am allowed to have minors in the car,” you said.

“You are not driving with a junior license today. You provided me a learners permit. You are not to be driving without a license at all without an adult in the vehicle, let alone with a child in the car,” he said.

“I gave you my license though,” you said. He flipped your wallet around, your old permit that was shoved behind your license in the front pouch. “But-“

“Do not talk back to an officer,” he said, you jaw snapping shut. “Kids today. Do you realize how dangerous it is for a young driver to be escorting a small child around when they are not following proper road rules?”

“I would never-“

“That is strike two, missy,” he said.

“Excuse me,” you heard through the car window, your head whipping around, spotting your Uncle Jared walking around the hood of the car in his workout clothes. “What’s going on here?”

“Who are you?” asked Barnes.

“Her uncle and a concerned neighbor,” he said, wiping the sweat off his face. You could only thank God he’d been out on a run and saw you.

“This young woman violated road rules. Now leave,” said Barnes.

“What rules?” he asked. “I have a buddy in the sheriff's office. I’m sure he’d love to be the one to straighten her out if she needs it.”

“Driving without a license,” said Officer Barnes.

“You mean the license on the ground you’re trying to stand on?” asked your Uncle Jared. The officer glared at him but bent down and picked it up, tossing it along with you wallet in the car.

“It seems we had a misunderstanding. You’re free to go,” he said, getting back in his car and tearing out of there.

“Y/N,” said your Uncle, picking up your wallet as you shakily took it. “Get in the passenger seat. I’m driving you guys home.”

A/N: Read Part 3 here!

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Story starter meme

Rules: List the first lines of your last 15 stories. See if there are any patterns. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

I was tagged by @definitelynotaminion

(I guess the 15 last means in update order...)

Some nsfw!! You can find all the fics on my ao3.

1. Lessons in love (viktuuri)

“Yuuri Katsuki?”

Yuuri’s mind blanks out. He’s in a small park behind a skating rink larger than any he’s ever visited, wondering how he ended up there in the first place.

And now, a foreigner is approaching him.

Maybe if he closes his eyes and pretends he’s a statue, the man will ignore him.

“You are the figure skater Yuuri Katsuki, right?”

The man smiles at him when Yuuri peeks through his lashes, tall and pale and oh god, he’s gorgeous.

2. Miliy (viktuuri)

Viktor has never done anything illegal before, and maybe he still isn’t, but surely – surely – paying people to get off on camera has to fall within some sort of immoral don’t-let-the-press-know category on Yakov’s list of Reasons I'm Balding.

And yet he can’t stop.

Gnawing furiously on his lower lip his fingertips hover over the touchpad on his laptop, the transfer of a not insignificant sum of money just a click away. When his eyes flicker to the screen – to the man currently licking cum off his fingers, eyes a hooded dark brown that Viktor tries and fails not to drown in every time – the decision is easy.

3. Sugar star (oisuga)

At 6 am sharp, Tooru’s eyes flew open as he threw himself towards his phone. He thought it might be a new record in reaching it, but then again he was already awake and merely biding his time until the device would yell It’s a trap! to signal the day’s first incoming text.

It was from Iwaizumi, of course, and he couldn’t help the silly little smile that graced his lips as he opened it to read.

Or well, he would have read it if it wasn’t just a picture of a wrinkly bulldog. Before he could think of an appropriately annoyed reply, another text followed the first.

Welcome to the 40’s club. Maybe now you can get a discount on your anti wrinkle cream.

He pressed the call button.

“You’re awful,” was the first thing he said (more like whined), flopping onto his back again to stare at the painted night sky on his ceiling. “And I don’t use anti wrinkle cream!”

4. The sun within me (sasnar)

”Hey Sasuke!”

It took Sasuke a second to realize that the person yelling at him was, in fact, not an intruder but rather Naruto, though by that point the knife was already securely embedded in his kitchen wall. Great, another dent to add to the already present four.

“Really Sasuke, you should be used to this by now! You need to relax a bit.”

Turning his head towards the noise he watched the other ninja slump down into one of his kitchen chairs, one arm on the table and the other loosely hanging off the back of the chair. Of course, that stupid grin was spread over the tan face, stretching out the whisker marks.

5. I see the universe in your eyes (viktuuri)

Well, Viktor thinks, this isn’t very good.

He’s got one hand covering his mouth and nose against the heat billowing around him, eyeing the unstable steel construction he’s standing on warily. It could give out any minute, really, but at least he has minutes.

There’s a high-pitched screech somewhere in the distance, like metal grinding against metal, and he nervously wipes sweat off his brow. To say he hadn’t planned on ending up here is an understatement. It was supposed to be a routine mission, one of the boring ones, a simple pick-up-some-valuable-cargo in one of the outer systems. Nothing like the missions that had made him famous, had given him a reputation.

I know I always thought I’d prefer going out with a bang, but this is a little early.

The rest is under the cut bc this post is too damn long haha...

6. Prosecute my heart (sasnar)

Sasuke liked to think that he was neutral about Halloween. Actually, scratch that. He liked to not think about Halloween at all, but right now he found it very difficult to keep his brain free of the (fake) holiday considering his work desk was completely covered in all things Halloween.

It was Monday.

A Monday that so happened to be October 31st, and had he expected this he would have called in sick for sure.

7. Wasn’t expecting that (sasnar)

Sasuke isn’t quite sure what to make of his new classmates yet. They seem like your regular, run-of-the-mill people, with varying degrees of awkward. He probably feels more awkward than most.

Though, it’s not nearly as awkward as he used to feel, and now his awkward is more related to being able to act however he wants to without getting shit for it. He isn’t used to it yet, but it doesn’t worry him, because everything is right and the worst part is over, anyway. Still, during the first week he accidentally went inside the girls’ changing rooms before gym class. He’d been stressed, and too used to associating school with things like having to be a girl, and he’d had one of those annoying and pointless arguments with his parents as they dropped him off. He hadn’t been thinking, which was funny because thinking feels like the only thing he’s been doing the past years.

8. tomorrow, today (kagesuga)

Suga breathes in the excitement in the air, leaning against the railing up on the spectator’s level. Two seats are already secured right behind him, and he taps his fingers against the cool metal in quick little twitches.

“It should only be a minute or so,” Daichi says by his side, amusement evident in his voice as he leans on his forearms to peer down at the court.

“I just want to make sure they see us before they start,” Suga defends his anxiousness with, worrying his lip between teeth as his tapping continues.

“They already know,” Daichi mumbles, voice low as if he knows it won’t do a thing to Suga’s state of mind.

9. Head over heels (sasnar)

Sasuke isn’t lonely. He isn’t. He’s got plenty of things demanding his attention, therefore he doesn’t have time to be lonely. Maybe it’s the apartment, he thinks, as he makes his way down the busy street after successfully having completed his various errands. It had only been two months since he moved in after all, it would take some time to get used to the additional space.

10. The sun within me - extras (sasnar)

There was a thud followed by a gasp as Sasuke’s hands slammed against the glass wall of the shower. His head was bent, water streaming down the dark bangs plastered to his flushed face, lips tingling and sore from the bruising kiss Naruto had just given him. Tan hands caressed down his back, palms pressing into his muscles.

“Sasuke…”

11. Secret Santa for SNS xmas 2015 (sasnar)

“Saaasukeeeee.”

Heaving a sigh, Sasuke dropped the dishes back into the sink and dried his hands, sparing a look at the clock in the kitchen. Naruto had slept for all of one hour and twenty minutes. A baby would be easier to take care of.

“Saaaaaaaasukeeeeeeeee.”

12. The sweetest gift is you (sasnar)

Why, oh why did absolutely everyone in Konoha decide that this evening in particular was perfect for braving the cold and leaving their homes to go shopping for Christmas… Couldn’t they see Naruto was in a hurry, dammit! Pushing and shoving he made his slow way through the mass of people littering the streets, a figurative clock inside his head counting down the seconds he was now late by, hoping Sasuke was somehow feeling the Christmas spirit and wouldn’t be too annoyed with his tardiness.

13. Pumpkin surprise (sasnar)

Oh god, this party was boring. He’d only been here for thirty minutes, and he was already dying to go home. Not that he was usually much of a party person, but he’d arrived a while after it started when everyone was already drunk, and Sasuke simply did not drink, which made everything five times as boring.

Why was he even here… oh, right. Because Karin dragged him, literally dragged him after handcuffing him to herself, declaring that she would never forgive herself for leaving her good friend all alone on Halloween. The fact that Sasuke didn’t like Halloween and also would never forgive her for dragging him seemed unimportant, apparently.

14. You and Me (and Him) (sasnar)

Sasuke is rushing, pushing himself forwards with chakra bursting from the soles of his feet to the rhythm of his frantically beating heart. It’s happening again rings through his ears as he careens through the village, sight set on the Hokage tower. Of all the times to leave the village…

He’s only been gone for a couple of hours, but the pang of regret still leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He shouldn’t have. He should have brought him with him. If only he could have.

The few people milling about the entrance of the tower give way to him, eyes widening at the look on his face. Shizune is there to take him far below ground level, leads him to one of the all too familiar special, reinforced cellars. He can feel the heat long before they reach it, the pressure in the damp air causing the hairs at the nape of his neck to rise.

He knows this pressure. It’s bad this time.

15. Naruto and Sasuke (sasnar)

Somehow, our names always seem to be associated with each other. But I guess it can’t be helped, living in a small town like this. There are only so many people you can be friends with, and only so many you can dislike without becoming lonely. That’s why I’ve spent my life trying to become friends with everyone I can, and I have to say I’ve succeeded pretty damn well besides that one exception.

Uchiha Sasuke.

If I were to describe him, I’d say he’s a jerk who seems to enjoy making my life miserable, and wherever I go he always shows up.

If I were to try and describe our relationship though…

I know it says to tag my fav authors but i like a bazillion writers so i’m just tagging a few of you that i follow on tumblr bc i’m lazy so pls don’t think you’re not my fav if you’re not tagged (actually pls do the meme anyway if you want!!)

I tag: @kiaronna @uchihanochidori @teekettle @byebyeholocene @nihonlove

This was a lot of fun~ As for any patterns... well, it’s pretty obvious I like to start right away with some action, and leave descriptions for some other time. I kinda really hate descriptions lol. Also I tend to write while amused so, that probably shines through? I need my fics to be fun or action or both haha!

#i used to write so many fics with holiday themes??#and somehow i think my fics are less similar to each other than i thought lmao #but when i read them through the feeling i get is the same #in writing style i mean #reading my own fics is so comfy!

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yellin’ at songs: week 31

brief reviews of the songs that debuted on the 8.9.1997, 8.11.2007, and 8.12.2017 editions of the billboard hot 100

8.9.1997

10) "Never Make a Promise," by Dru Hill

See, the thing about this R&B song in which a person makes an eternal promise that separates it from all the other dozens I've heard in the past couple of weeks is, goddamnit I was really hoping I would come up with a joke by the time I got to the conjunction, I figured, y'know, I'd get the ball rolling, get some momentum, y'know? If I started saying words in the cadence of a joke, I would get with the program and sort of involuntarily make a joke. I see now the folly in my ways. I should've been better prepared for 1997. I knew milquetoast R&B was in store. I dropped the ball on this one, and dropped it in such a way that it did not start rolling, to tie it back to a metaphor from earlier. I promise to do better. And uh, fun fact about me, I never make a promise I won't keep.

87) "Down for Yours," by Nastyboy Klick ft./Roger Troutman

Pitch the Auto-tune a little lower, put in a few of those drums what sound like a dude roiling his rs to imitate a machine gun, and this is a perfectly acceptable 2017 pop/rap song. I just wanna real quick address something: I know I said last week that every 1997 rapper, short Magoo, was better than the best 2017 rapper, but I was speaking in terms of pop/rap. Like, if you only go by what charted, which is a mistake for so... so many reasons, 1997 rap is better? But once -- I mean, the Kendrick and Jay albums were fire, but more importantly, you've got folks like Vince Staples and Brother Ali and Joey Bada$$ and Lupe Fiasco and SZA making awesome, challenging works that aren't gonna chart. These charts are at once a sample of music history and the poorest imaginable representation of music history. Anyhoo, I don't know what previously held the title of 'most innocuous song to throw Bob into an existential tailspin over the general utility of the YAS project,' but it belongs to this dumb sack of song now!

90) "Never, Never Gonna Give You Up," by Lisa Stansfield

Hey: if nothing else, clicking on this edition of YAS 7s should give you a fun and cool new way to Rickroll your friends. Add a meta layer to your Rickroll game. I know this isn't actually a comment on the song, because how could anyone be aware of memes in 1997? All these songs predate Hamsterdance. Someone should have told Lisa Stansfield there was already a song called this, though. Anyhoo, I'm not actually talking about these songs at all. They're boring! This is probably the most okay song so far, but I'm putting it out of my mind to think about a boring meme about a boring song.

92) "Drink, Swear, Steal, & Lie" by Michael Peterson

aw this guy's just a big ol' dork. i love him! ii love his dork ass song about how in love with his girl he is. this song has one joke and it's still a vastly more complex and well-written song than any pi[50,000 word treatise on bro country redacted]anyway, this dude's great. like, i'm a pop/punk main, y'know? i love dorky and earnest jams. this hits that button squarely, y'all. i'm so into this.

only publishing the 1997 top 20 because changes happen with the other two and i value consistency

20) "Step by Step," by Whitney Houston (3.15) 19) "Can We," by SWV ft./Missy Elliott (8.2) 18) "On and On," by Erykah Badu (1.25) 17) "I Want You," by Savage Garden (3.1) 16) "It Must Be Love," by Robin S. (5.24) 15) "Smokin' Me Out," by Warren G ft./Ronald Isley (6.21) 14) "Fix," by BLACKstreet ft./Ol' Dirty Bastard (8.2) 13) "Silent All These Years," by Tori Amos (3.22) 12) "What They Do," by The Roots (1.11) 11) "Step Into a World (Rapture's Delight)," by KRS-One (4.5) 10) "I'm Not Feeling You," by Yvette Michele (2.22) 9) "Bill," by Peggy Scott-Adams (3.29) 8) "Just Another Case," by CRU ft./Slick Rick (7.5) 7) "I'll Be," by Foxy Brown ft./Jay-Z (2.15) 6) "Felton St.," Leschea (6.14) 5) "Bitch," by Meredith Brooks (4.26) 4) "Mo Money, Mo Problems," by The Notorious B.I.G. ft./Puff Daddy & Mase (8.2) 3) "Return of the Mack," by Mark Morrison (3.1) 2) "Hypnotize," by The Notorious B.I.G. (4.26) 1) "Not Tonight (Ladies' Night Remix)," by Lil Kim ft./Angie Martinez, Left Eye, Da Brat & Missy Elliott (7.12)

8.11.2007

47) "Stronger," Kanye West

Graduation is such a goofy album because it has three of the best Kanye singles of all time, including what, let's be real, probably ends up as the best song from 2007, but it's also Kanye's worst and least interesting album. It's Kanye at a crossroads, stuck between being the pop/rap god and the morose Auto-tune sadlord who makes 808s and MBDTF. This song actually finds Kanye at the perfect point in the crossroads. He's still making a towering achievement for the mainstream, but he's breaking out of being chop up the soul Kanye, moving into electronic territory, developing his sound into that direction in a way that doesn't quite sound like MBDTF but sounds like the first step on that road. It'd be a bold experiment if it didn't absolutely work, and this is an amazing song by any objective measure.

65) "Cyclone," Baby Bash ft./T-Pain

Man maybe I just haven't noticed it yet or maybe I'm just coming down from the "Stronger" high, but I forgot how horrible the generic crunk beat was to listen to. It hasn't been quite so prevalent, but heck whoever gave this dude the Lil Jon MP3s. I will say that T-Pain making noises to describe what it feels like when a woman dips it low is the tiniest little miracle of a thing, but boy, is my life not better with this song in it. OK I just got to the part where T-Pain makes that noise three times in a row, this song is an achievement in Western art and culture and the world is saved.

83) "Love Me if You Can," Toby Keith

who the fuck listens to toby keith for the ballads like who is this for who thinks of this song when they think of toby keith no legit dude just make dumbass party jams i don't get why this would ever need to exist

84) "Take Me There," Rascal Flatts

Like legit why would you give "Love Me if You Can" to Toby Keith when Rascal Flatts is literally right there. Songs like "Love Me if You Can" and this treacly pile of love song are why you made Rascal Flatts in the first place. I also enjoy the twist this puts on The Country Song. I don't think anyone ever came to Rascal Flatts for Authentic Country Music, so them saying they want the girl to take them to Main Street and the backroads is actually kinda sweet. Like, they're not posturing, they're saying, "Yeah, we're clearly city softboys, but we wanna see the small town blue jean nights that made my girl." Rascal Flatts: generally inoffensive yet again! They just keep comin'!

89) "Proud of the House We Built," Brooks & Dunn

I like this song because it reminded me of The Wonder Years' "Teenage Parents," and I appreciate the opportunity to think about The Wonder Years. I dunno, country hasn't really been problematic this week! This song is almost good! It's just a nice look back on life. "Yeah, it kinda sucked, butcha know what, we made it." Maybe it could've acknowledged that the tough times sucked instead of looking back smiling and saying, "I wouldn't have it any other way?" Hard times suck, dude. I know you haven't heard that Paramore jam yet, but hard times suck and you shouldn't idealize them. Especially when, you know, you're a millionaire, and people who are actually going through hard times are listening to you and saying, "Welp, guess this is my station in life!" Hey Bob you're going on a treatise on the sociological implications of bro country, and you are actually unable to write that. Please write about JoBros.

92) "Hold On," Jonas Brothers

What a week for songs named after far more notable '80s jams! (Actually Wilson Phillips w)I LOOKED IT UP AND DECIDED I DIDN'T CARE anyway did anyone else forget that Jonas Brothers are like legit songwriters? Like, this is definitely as good as any Simple Plan song, and Simple Plan was like a decade older than these kids. Does Simple Plan make good music? That's beside the point, which is that Jonas Brothers was never garbage. They were always making highly enjoyable pop/rock songs for the whole family, and they were capable of making these songs from an extraordinarily young age. We could've done worse, is what I'm trying to get at. Like, we had it pretty got dang good with the JoBros, friends! There's a world where JoBros fades into semi-obscurity and makes highly enjoyable Christian rock with Hanson, and also no one ever makes "Jealous," and that's a pretty OK alternate reality, that one.

100) "Hood Nigga," Gorilla Zoe

The most optimistic sentence on Wikipedia is, "This is Gorilla Zoe's only top 40 hit on that chart, to date." This song ain't bad! It would've been a fine #1 in some of those weeks where the best song was like "Do it Just Like a Rock Star." He has this really fun and gruff voice, maybe a little laconic but certainly pleasant to put in the ears, the beat is, as the kids might have said in 2007, knockin', and we have certainly heard worse things! Also the radio edit replaces N with F and of all the letters to replace the N, F is easily the funniest, because now this song is about a dude who can't get enough figs in his life. Fuck Cristal, this dude's got a Fig Newton cabinet.

New #1 hype! 20) "Lip Gloss," by Lil Mama (6.9.2007) 19) "Stolen," by Dashboard Confessional (4.21.2007) 18) "Beautiful Liar," by Beyonce & Shakira (3.31.2007) 17) "Cupid's Chokehold," by Gym Class Heroes ft./Patrick Stump (1.13.2007) 16) "The River," by Good Charlotte ft./M. Shadows & Synyster Gates (2.10.2007) 15) "Say OK," by Vanessa Hudgens (2.17.2007) 14) "Alyssa Lies," by Jason Michael Carroll (1.13.2007) 13) "Never Again," by Kelly Clarkson (5.12.2007) 12) "Can't Tell Me Nothing," by Kanye West (6.16.2007) 11) "Get Buck," by Young Buck (4.14.2007) 10) "And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going," by Jennifer Hudson (1.13.2007) 9) "Thnks fr th Mmrs," by Fall Out Boy (4.28.2007) 8) "Candyman," by Christina Aguilera (1.13.2007) 7) "Misery Business," by Paramore (7.21.2007) 6) "Because of You," by Ne-Yo (3.17.2007) 5) "Umbrella," by Rihanna ft./Jay-Z (4.28.2007) 4) "Beautiful Flower," by India.Arie (6.16.2007) 3) "Dashboard," by Modest Mouse (2.17.2007) 2) "The Story," by Brandi Carlile (4.28.2007) 1) "Stronger," by Kanye West (8.11.2007) Hey guess what the alt-country song doesn’t end up being Record of the Year 2017. Also I made a minor adjustment to #20 because Lil Mama is going to stay around as long as I feel I cannot bop her in good conscience.

8.12.2017

40) "Back to You," by Louis Tomlinson ft./Bebe Rexha & Digital Farm Animals

Huh, well, I think I mind this the least of all the One Direction side projects! I'm down for a duet, even if this is just a little too low-key to ever attain Iconic Duet status -- drunk folks and karaoke wanna shout about love, and while I'm sure they'll appreciate the "you fuck me... up" phrasing, you're not giving them a lot to work wth. I've never minded Bebe Rexha as little as I do here, and just like in his boyhood, Louis Tomlinson doesn't do anything to ruin everything. This was passable. I wouldn't mind hearing this again, I wouldn't mind if a thousand lives were lived before I heard it again.

61) "What's My Name," by China Anne McClain 81) "It's Goin' Down," Descendants 2 Cast

Listen. Am I upset that this young woman's villain song does not in any way hearken back to "Poor Unfortunate Souls" in any way? Of course. Am I 15 years aged out of the target market for this song? I mean fucking obviously, I knew we'd be treading in these waters eventually. These are fine generic pop songs, the only true flaw in any being the fact someone looked at purple-haired girl and said, "She should be in a rap battle. I think she could convincingly hold her own in a rap battle," like I'm sorry sweetie you have an abundance of other talents and zero bars. It's charming. It's charming! Listen. Am I ready for China Anne McClain to rule the world for five yet-to-be-determined years in the future? Yes. Do I love Captain Hook's gay son? I LOVE CAPTAIN HOOK'S GAY SON

77) "Issues," by Meek Mill 79) "Wins & Losses," by Meek Mill 83) "1942 Flows," by Meek Mill 96) "We Ball," by Meek Mill ft./Young Thug 97) "Fuck That Check Up," by Meek Mill ft./Lil Uzi Vert 99) "Heavy Heart," by Meek Mill

So if I'm rating the theme weeks of 2017: 1) Kendrick Week 2) Jay-Z Week 3) Future Week 4) Meek Mill Week 5) Migos Week 6) Ed Sheeran Week 7) Big Sean Week 8) Drake Week 9) Bryson Tiller Week I was honestly surprised by how much I enjoyed these songs. Like, I'm actually adding the Meek Mill album to the library for future listening. "1942 Flows" and "Wins & Losses" are legit, they're engaging songs and Meek Mill brings passion to them, and maybe I'm just unfamiliar with the rest of Meek Mill's catalogue, but I honestly didn't expect to be involved in these songs. This seems like a fine album with which to kill a summer bus ride or two. Like, I can't remember the last time I heard a song with a Young Thug feature where I wasn't paying more attention to what Young Thug was doing. Meek Mill did fine work. (Worth noting: Wins & Losses is 15 minutes longer than DAMN., and I am curious what makes Meek Mill think he has 15 minutes' more of worthwhile thought than Kendrick.)

91) "Imitadora," by Romeo Santos

It was "Heroe Favorito," right, where I said I might enjoy Romeo Santos' whole thing on another day, when I was ready to accept him into my life? WELL HOT DIGGITY, Y'ALL, 'CUZ TODAY'S THAT DAY. I love his breathy falsetto thing over this song way more, it just fits. I'm also in love with this track, this gentle Latin guitar with occasional blasts of indie platformer main menu music. I don't know a better term to express what I mean because I'm bad at music, but these synth blasts play in the intro and outro and occasionally come back and they just take this track to another level. This is just phenomenal work from someone I now understand to be a veteran in the scene from the past seven months of limited engagement with the world of Latin pop.

I changed the top of the 2017 Top 20 again. 20) "Bodak Yellow," by Cardi B (7.22) 19) "Woman," by Kesha ft./The Dap-Kings Horns (8.5) 18) "Smile," by Jay-Z ft./Gloria Carter (7.29) 17) "Love Galore," by SZA ft./Travis Scott (7.1) 16) "Bad Liar," by Selena Gomez (6.3) 15) "DNA." by Kendrick Lamar (5.6) 14) "It Ain't Me," by Kygo x Selena Gomez (3.4) 13) "Craving You," by Thomas Rhett ft./Maren Morris (4.22) 12) "That's What I Like," by Bruno Mars (3.4) 11) "Chanel," by Frank Ocean ft./A$AP Rocky (4.1) 10) "Strangers," by Halsey ft./Lauren Jauregui (6.17) 9) "Either Way," by Chris Stapleton (5.27) 8) "Run Up," by Major Lazer ft./PARTYNEXTDOOR & Nicki Minaj (2.18) 7) "Imitadora," by Romeo Santos (8.12) 6) "Green Light," by Lorde (3.18) 5) "Hard Times," by Paramore (5.13) 4) "ELEMENT." by Kendrick Lamar (5.6) 3) "Despacito," by Luis Fonsi ft./Daddy Yankee (2.4) 2) "iSpy," by KYLE ft./Lil Yachty (1.14) 1) "Issues," by Julia Michaels (2.11) Like #1 should be a mix of Most Impactful Song and Song I Enjoyed Most, and maybe #1 justifiably belongs to “Despacito” given how great that is, I’m still getting a lot of mileage out of “Issues,” and honestly as long as I’m not keeping up this silly idea that a song that was #90 for one week is the most iconic song of the year this useless list has at least some utility. Shoutout to the true heroes Paramore, though. And also Major Lazer, PARTYNEXTDOOR, and Nicki Minaj. I will never fucking forget you guys.

Who won the week?

2017 actually put up a rather strong fight, but there was no way Meek Mill and the Descendants 2 soundtrack were going to take down “Stronger,” even when it was being weighed down with Toby Keith. 2007 had a couple strong punches, and it was more than able to notch another point. 2017: 11 1997: 11 2007: 9 In next week’s post, we get to listen to Spice Girls AND Billy Joel, 2007 gives us Luke Bryan AND Robin Thicke, and I don’t know what fresh hell 2017 has in store but evidently Tay Tay collaborated with B.O.B. at some point in the recent past and it’s gonna be real fun to deal with B.O.B. the popular musician should it come to that. What an unproblematic and unremarkable artist who has precisely zero bad opinions which he expresses loudly!

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Hello internet void.

I... am having a lot of feelings right now. I am sad, and shocked, and very, very scared. But I am also sort of - curiously numb? I’m not sure exactly how to describe it.

I apologize in advance, this is probably going to be long and kind of messy and disjointed, but I’m not really sure how else to try and process. I. I don’t really have a friend I can call at nearly midnight on a Thursday night. So word vomit all over the internet seems as good a plan as any. At least this way no one has to actually read it, right? That’s nice.

I guess, to start with, some context. About seven months ago, I moved out of my family home. (Again. *eyeroll*) Kind of a sad statement for someone who just turned 30, I know, but still true. And between various roommates and my ex-husband, this is actually the first time I’ve lived completely alone for more than a few weeks at a time. Parts of it are great! But it can also be a little lonely. So I still spend a fair bit of time at my parents’ house, hanging out with my mom, step-dad, and 11 year old little brother. I actually like them as people, in addition to being related to them, so it works out nicely

Tonight, I was over at their house. To get the full scope of the family, there are not only the humans I mentioned earlier, but also my 6 year old rottie/lab mix, Zoe, my brand spanking new 5 1/2 week old husky/Australian Shepherd puppy, Zerick, his littermate, Miles, who belongs to my baby brother, my step-dad’s border collie, Simon, and my mom’s tiny 20 pound mutt mix, Kaylee. (She really should weigh about 12 pounds, but she’s fat; and I say “mutt mix” because we have no idea what breeds happened there.)

My parents and I live in the suburbs of Austin, Texas. (I’m a bit closer to the city than them, but not by much.) It’s actually kind of “big city” for my mom and I, who grew up in super-rural Missouri. Their backyard is pretty nice, as the houses on that side of the subdivision all back up against a tiny “lake” (read: man-made pond) owned by the city - it’s pretty, people fish there a lot in nice weather. And a while back (kind of a long while, but not really the point), the back section of the backyard fence blew down in a windstorm, so we have a better view of the lake than ever! My parents put up a temporary cattle-grate-style fence; metal, big square holes, not very pretty, but gets the job done. Well, mostly. The little dog, Kaylee, can fit through the holes in the fence; she knows she’s not supposed to, but she does it anyway sometimes because she likes to go be adventurous.

Tonight was much like any other night - we were all watching TV, talking, goofing off, what have you. We spent a lot of time giggling at the baby puppies, who are active and want to play, but aren’t very coordinated yet, so they fall down a lot. One puppy got tired and went to bed, but my little guy, Zerick, was still going strong. He started acting like he might have to go potty (which is basically every five minutes, because puppy) so my mom took him, Zoe, and Kaylee (and maybe Simon? I’m not sure) out into the back yard to romp and do their business. Little bro was showing me his dance that he had to learn for gym class the last couple weeks, and I was doing pirouettes with him like a moron. (Seriously, I am not graceful. At all.)

All of a sudden, my mom comes bursting in the back door, half hysterical, shouting that something just took Kaylee.

It took me a second to comprehend that she said something and not someone.

I grab my shoes and rush outside, mom goes to wake up my stepdad who had gone to bed already, they grab shoes, and we all go fighting through the knee-high grass out toward the lake a couple hundred yards away, trying to figure out what happened. My mom is crying hysterically the whole time, because all she saw was Kaylee get outside the fence, something pick her up like a toy, and take off running. She heard Kaylee yelp once, and then never heard another sound from her.

All the way out by edge of the lake, my stepdad finds her, and all he can say is “Oh God.” Pretty, sweet, stubborn, courageous Kaylee never had a chance.

I’m kind of grateful that neither Mama nor I were close enough to really see her - all we saw was her tan and white furry body shining in the flashlight beam - but my poor stepfather not only found her, but was also the one to move her into a grave he dug.

And I just... Sad, that her little life was cut so short, and in such a violet manner. I’m hearbroken - for my mama, who watched her get taken, with nothing she could do about it, because it happened in an instant; for my baby brother, who just buried his first pet, told me this was the worst day of his life, and then cried himself to sleep; for my stepdad, who lost his little buddy and then had to do the hard, bloody work at the end.

I’m shocked, that such a thing happened. It happened in town, where I don’t think of such things being an issue. Out in the middle of nowhere, where my grandparents lived on a farm? Sure. Here in the city? Never! I’m shocked that it happened to our family, that our Kaylee Sue is gone in an instant. Actually, I might still be IN shock, just a little, because despite this whole novella talking about it, it still doesn’t quite seem real.

And I’m scared. Terrified, really. Because we don’t know what took Kaylee from us. Big dog? Coyote? Something else? Who knows what’s out there. I’ve always been afraid of the dark anyway. I’d been doing good lately, not being scared, but I have a feeling I’m going to be taking a few steps back now. I know it’s not really rational, but that doesn’t make the fear any less real for me. My 5 pound puppy? Could be eaten. Easily. My 75 pound fur baby could lose her life fighting something big enough to carry off a 20 pound dog. Easily. My 80 pound baby brother walks himself to the bus stop alone every morning. Do I really think that a wild animal would venture into the street with that many cars and people moving around? No, not really. Not rationally. But rationality? Really has no bearing on fear. What if something attached my little brother?

I hung around at my parents house for as long as I could. But I wasn’t crying; I still can’t seem to find my tears. And my mom started telling me, “you can go ahead and go home if you want.” And, at that, how could I not take my two playful, energetic, alive furbabies out of their house so that they could mourn in peace? Zerick was trying to play with Kaylee’s favorite toy, for crying out loud, and it’s just way, way too soon for that. Besides, there was nothing I could actually do to help; nothing that could be done at all.

And I don’t belong there anymore. It’s not my place. I know that. But that doesn’t change the fact that being alone right now feels monumentally wrong. I’m sure it’s partially because I just don’t know what to do with myself. I don’t have even a vague urge to actually do anything. But I can’t sleep either.

All I can do is think about how I should have been outside with my mom, watching the dogs with her; it was mostly my dog that wanted to go outside. Maybe if there’d been two of us, we could have stopped Kaylee before she got outside the fence. Maybe if there’d been two of us, that would have been enough to scare off whatever took her. Maybe if I’d left earlier, they wouldn’t have been outside at all tonight; everyone would have already been in bed asleep. Maybe if my stepdad had fixed the real fence sometime in the last year, Kaylee wouldn’t have been able to get outside the safe perimeter of the yard - I could have been, should have been, much more helpful in making that happen. Around and around I go, considering all the ways I could have prevented what happened tonight. The logical side of my brain knows that it’s a fruitless though process; all I’m going to do is make myself feel even worse. But the emotional/reactionary side of my brain just doesn’t care what ~logic~ has to say about anything, that that’s the side that seems to be in charge right now.

I don’t know how to wrap this up. There’s no lesson, no moral to the story. Just sadness, and uselessness, and needless violence. I guess, if you actually made it this far, thank you for reading; thank you for allowing me to voice some of what’s happening in my head right now. It means a lot.

#sadness #word vomit #don’t know what else to do with my feelings right now #tw: pet death #should probably delete this later once i have a better handle on myself #sorry y’all

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