#good riddance! and take that white bitch too while youre at it!

[gritsandbrits]

No but the fact sloppy hollow got cancelled after they k'd off abbie bc half the audience were black women and watched it for her alone & dropped the series after that

#good riddance! and take that white bitch too while youre at it! #shady hollow #abbie mills #sleepy hollow fox #sleepy hollow #ichabbie #fandom racism #racism in media #misogynoir

[shroomsroom]

Could we get some angst like where fem!reader and dallas get into an argument and/or go on a break but they can’t stand being away from each other and do the whole confession and kiss in the rain cliche?

Mwah mwah chefs kiss love this i dont know how to cw so uhh fem reader?? use of nickname doll??? fight??? idk bro

It was raining. Hard. The soft pitter-patter of the droplets on the window reminds you of reality everytime you start drifting away.

“I don’t understand, who do you take me for?! An idiot?!” You seethed, knuckles turning white from clenching them too hard. “No, you’re not an idiot, you’re a bitch, that’s what you are.” Dally says pointing at you. He was equally as mad, although maybe for a less justified reason. You had seen him hanging around some red-head. It started as a simple question, but one thing led to another and now it was a full blown argument. “You don’t let me have any fun! No parties, no chicks, nuthin’!” He angrily stated. “We’re in a relationship, Dal! There is no chicks! No parties! Oh my God! Can you use your brain for like a minute and think about how I feel!” You say, putting your face in your hands. Dallas gives you a look before shaking his head. 

“That’s it, we’re done.” He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a cancer stick and a lighter. “Good riddance, toxic asshole” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest as he leaves.

You replay the fight in your mind, turning it over like a coin in your hand. Was I in the wrong? You think to yourself. Hell no. You affirmed yourself, if Dallas didn’t show up with an apology, you didn’t need it anyways. There’s a sharp crack against your window that startles you out of your self assurance. Another crack makes you look up. On the third crack you catch what it is. A pebble being thrown at the window. You look down at your lawn trying to catch a glimpse of who would be stupid enough to throw pebbles at your window during a storm. Dallas. Of course. Dallas was stupid enough. You quickly open the window, forcing it open quickly. A pebble wizzes by your face and you shoot Dally an unimpressed look. “What do you want, Dallas,” You say. Please, don’t stand in the rain, you’ll catch a cold. Your mind betrays you, you still care about him. “Let’s talk.” He say, voice slightly shaking, although you don’t know if its because of the cold or because he hasn’t seen you in forever. “You’re not stepping foot into my house while you're soaking wet.” His lips quirk up at that, there’s the girl he knows. “Would you like to come down then?” You make a show of mulling it over, although you already know the answer. The jacket is already in your hand by the time you're down the stairs and reaching for your keys. You quickly slip it on and rush out of the house. The rain soaks you before you’ve even reached Dal, the wind picking up speed and the rain turning into heavier droplets. He stands taller than you, by quite a bit actually, but his shoulders sag when you reach him. There’s a few seconds of silence, except for the torrent of rain that was battering both you and him. “I miss you.” He says, quietly. “That’s sweet.” There was a pause before Dally took a deep breath. “I’m so sorry. I messed up big time.” “You seem to do that a lot” You interject. He gives you a small chuckle. “Yeah, I guess I do. But I’m so sorry, really. It’s kind of hard adjusting to a ‘relationship’. I just thought that I could get a head start if..” his voice goes quiet, “if you ever decided to leave me like Sylvia. I thought I could prove I was a tuff guy. I’m not tuff, not really. Especially when it comes to you. I really hate that I’m turning soft or whatever..” He looked up at you, his usually harsh eyes were unexpectedly innocent. “Dallas, you can’t keep thinking that I’m going to morph into Sylvia. I’m not Sylvia, you’ve got to understand, you can’t keep letting this front our relationship.” You hugged your jacket tighter around you. “You’re right, you're not Sylvia, you’re so much more, so much better than she will ever be.” and before you could react his hands moved to your face and he pulled you in. The kiss was, dare I say, “magical”, resparking feelings that you had tried to put out for the whole time Dally was missing from your life. You pulled away quickly. “Please, doll, I’m so sorry for everything, I’m ready to be a better boyfriend, don’t pull away from me.” He nearly sobs. You roll your eyes and take your keys from out of your jacket pocket. “As much as I love the ‘kiss in the rain’ cliche, it’s fucking cold out here Dal,” you smile at him, taking his hand. He wraps his arm around your neck pulling you in again. His hand slips into yours and you realize how warm it is in his arms.

#shroomsroom #clara'sroom #dallas winston x reader #the outsiders x reader #dally winston x reader #dallas winston x read angst #dally winston x reader angst

[bolintheturtleduck]

Song Ranking

So I did that song ranking thing and it took HOURS. literal HOURS. Don’t ever do it, I won’t even link it. I hated doing it. But here is my list. And dare I say my Top 130 is immaculate hjgkhg

Some of this is not really accurate though. Could be me or the generator. Like ‘Cold Hearted’ being 500 something???? Not in my house. 

Also don’t go looking for christmas songs. They are all somewhere down there lmao

Anyways! Let’s go!

1 Nasty / Rhythm Nation

1 Rumour Has It / Someone Like You

3 Be Okay

4 Love You Like A Love Song

4 Seasons Of Love

6 Mustang Sally

7 So Emotional

8 Tightrope

9 Barely Breathing

10 Cough Syrup

11 Shake It Out

11 The Boy Is Mine

13 Back To Black

14 Valerie

15 Paradise By The Dashboard Light

16 River Deep, Mountain High

17 Problem

18 Faithfully

19 Gloria

20 I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You

21 How Will I Know

22 We Are Young

23 How To Be A Heartbreaker

24 Hand In My Pocket / I Feel The Earth Move

25 If I Die Young

26 I Feel Pretty / Unpretty

27 Bust Your Windows

28 Candyman

29 American Boy

30 I Can't Go For That (No Can Do) / You Make My Dreams

31 If I Can't Have You

32 It's All Coming Back To Me Now

33 Crazy / U Drive Me Crazy

34 ABC

35 Bad Romance

36 It's Too Late

37 Hungry Like The Wolf / Rio

38 I Wish

39 Need You Now

40 Landslide

41 Start Me Up / Livin' On A Prayer

42 Thriller / Heads Will Roll

43 What Doesn't Kill You (Stronger)

44 There Are Worse Things I Could Do

45 Losing My Religion

46 The Edge Of Glory

47 Teenage Dream (Acoustic Version)

48 Make You Feel My Love

49 My Prerogative

50 Singing In The Rain / Umbrella

51 Songbird

52 Spotlight

53 Mine

54 Take Me Or Leave Me

55 Take Me To Church

56 No Surrender

57 Never Say Never

58 Constant Craving

59 Brave

60 Born This Way

61 Pumpin' Blood

62 Blame It (On The Alcohol)

63 Glad You Came

64 Give Your Heart A Break

65 It's All Over

66 It's Not Right, But It's Okay

67 Everybody Talks

68 Here Comes The Sun

69 Into The Groove

70 In Your Eyes

71 I Don't Want To Know

72 I Lived

73 I Kissed A Girl

74 Halo / Walking On Sunshine

75 You Can't Stop The Beat

76 She's Not There

77 Nutbush City Limits

78 True Colors

79 Can't Fight This Feeling

80 Breakaway

81 Dancing Queen

82 Don't Stop Me Now

83 And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going

84 Empire State Of Mind

85 Doo Wop (That Thing)

86 Arthur's Theme

87 Happy Days Are Here Again / Get Happy

88 Toxic

89 This Is The New Year

90 Last Name

91 3

92 A Change Would Do You Good

93 Got To Get You Into My Life

94 Tongue Tied

95 Smooth Criminal

96 Papa Don't Preach

97 Animal

97 Another One Bites The Dust

99 Don't Speak

100 Don't You Want Me

101 A Hard Day's Night

102 Some Nights

103 Somebody That I Used To Know

104 Superstition

105 Survivor / I Will Survive

106 My Life Would Suck Without You

107 The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

108 Misery

109 My Love Is Your Love

110 Somewhere Only We Know

111 Blow Me (One Last Kiss)

112 Me Against The Music

113 I Follow Rivers

114 Mean

115 Here's To Us

116 Stronger

117 Summer Nights

118 Make No Mistake, She's Mine

119 Love Song

120 Waiting For A Girl Like You

121 We Got The Beat

122 We Found Love

123 We've Got Tonite

124 Love Shack

125 The Scientist

126 Love Is A Battlefield

127 Run Joey Run

128 Wings

129 When I Get You Alone

130 Uptown Girl

131 Roots Before Branches

132 I'm The Only One

132 I've Gotta Be Me

134 Hopelessly Devoted To You

135 Hit Me With Your Best Shot / One Way Or Another

136 Dinosaur

137 Dog Days Are Over

138 Hung Up

139 Everytime

140 Go Your Own Way

141 Every Breath You Take

142 Fire And Rain

143 Fighter

144 Not While I'm Around

145 Not The Boy Next Door

146 Fly / I Believe I Can Fly

147 Girl On Fire

148 Oops!... I Did It Again

149 Stop! In The Name Of Love / Free Your Mind

150 Stereo Hearts

151 Bills, Bills, Bills

152 Somebody Loves You

153 Hold It Against Me

154 Turning Tables

155 Wide Awake

156 You May Be Right

157 Cell Block Tango

158 A Boy Like That

159 All Out Of Love

160 Alfie

161 Jessie's Girl

162 I'm A Slave 4 U

163 I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For

164 I'll Stand By You (Amber)

165 I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me)

166 Let Me Love You (Until You Learn To Love Yourself)

167 Lovefool

168 Just Can't Get Enough

169 Just Give Me A Reason

170 Keep Holding On

171 Like A Virgin

172 New York State Of Mind

173 My Dark Side

174 More Than A Feeling

174 My Cup

176 I Want To Hold Your Hand

177 I Want To Break Free

178 I Want To Know What Love Is

179 I Want You Back

180 Teenage Dream

181 Take My Breath Away

182 America

183 Glory Days

184 I Say A Little Prayer

184 I Wanna Sex You Up

186 I Will Always Love You

187 A Thousand Years

188 Like A Prayer

189 Don't Rain On My Parade

190 Disco Inferno

191 Don't Stop Believin' (Regionals)

192 Dream On

193 Get It Right

194 Gold Digger

195 Telephone

196 Without You

197 You're The One That I Want

198 Tell Him

199 Let Me Love You

200 Good Vibrations

200 Raise Your Glass

202 Run The World (Girls)

203 Gimme More

204 Hey Jude

204 How Deep Is Your Love

206 Higher Ground

207 Vogue

208 Something's Coming

209 Footloose

210 Forget You

211 Gives You Hell

212 Everybody Wants To Rule The World

213 Far From Over

214 Fat Bottomed Girls

215 Hair / Crazy In Love

216 Hall Of Fame

216 Hello

216 Hello, I Love You

216 Somebody To Love

216 Time Warp

216 To Love You More

222 Last Friday Night

223 Hate On Me

224 Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin'

225 Locked Out Of Heaven

226 Rose's Turn

227 Everybody Hurts

227 Express Yourself

227 Loser

227 Shout It Out Loud

231 Signed, Sealed, Delivered I'm Yours

232 Pompeii

233 Party All The Time

234 Our Day Will Come

235 Perfect

236 Old Time Rock & Roll / Danger Zone

237 Greased Lightning

237 Happy Xmas (War Is Over)

237 Live While We're Young

240 Firework

240 Love Child

242 Fire

243 You're All I Need To Get By

244 The Scientist (Acapella)

245 Afternoon Delight

246 Against All Odds (Take A Look At Me Now)

247 Listen To Your Heart

248 Tik Tok

249 You Keep Me Hangin' On

250 The Rose

251 You Can't Always Get What You

Want

252 Let's Have A Kiki

252 Listen

254 Pretending

255 More Than A Woman

256 More Than Words

257 Hot For Teacher

257 No One Is Alone

257 Not The End

257 Nowadays / Hot Honey Rag 257 O Christmas Tree

257 One Hand, One Heart

257 One

257 Only Child

257 Proud Mary

266 Heroes

267 Hey Ya!

268 Getting Married Today

268 Happy

270 Hell To The No

271 Night Fever

271 Sgt. Pepper's Lonley Hearts Club

Band

273 The Music Of The Night

273 The Only Exception 273 The Rain In Spain 273 The Safety Dance 273 Thousand Miles 278 Billionaire

278 God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen 278 The Happening

278 The Lady Is A Tramp

282 Borderline / Open Your Heart 282 Born To Hand Jive

284 Control

284 The Longest Time

286 Give Up The Funk

287 Chasing Pavements

288 Man In The Mirror

288 Say

288 Sexy And I Know It 288 Shout

292 Marry The Night

293 Mamma Mia

294 Loser Like Me

295 Don't Stop Believin' (Season 1)

296 Colorblind

297 Diva

297 Don't Cry For Me Argentina

299 Don't Dream It's Over

300 Let It Be

301 Don't Stop

302 Highway To Hell

302 Hold On

302 Holding Out For A Hero 302 We Will Rock You

302 What I Did For Love

302 What It Feels Like For A Girl

308 Take On Me

309 For Once In My Life

309 Good Riddance (Time Of Your

Life)

309 Hello Goodbye

309 Hello Twelve, Hello Thirteen, Hello Love

309 Home

309 Homeward Bound / Home 309 Honesty

309 Human Nature

317 Drive My Car

317 For Good

317 I'll Remember

320 I'll Stand By You (Cory)

321 On My Own

321 Taking Chances

321 The Bitch Is Back / Dress You Up 321 Werewolves Of London

325 My Man

326 My Life

327 My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It)

327 Never Going Back Again 327 No Scrubs

330 Creep

331 Come What May

332 Never Can Say Goodbye

333 Who Are You Now?

334 You Give Love A Bad Name

335 Womanizer

336 Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go

337 Come See About Me

337 P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing) 337 People

337 Popular

337 River

337 Roar

337 Rolling In The Deep 337 Santa Baby

345 Boogie Shoes

346 At Last

347 I'm The Greatest Star

348 Jar Of Hearts

349 It's Time

350 It's My Life / Confessions Part II

351 It's Not Unusual

352 I'm So Excited

352 I'm Still Here

354 Don't Stop Believin' (Season 5) 354 Don't You (Forget About Me) 354 Dreams

354 Unchained Melody

354 Uptown Funk

359 Bohemian Rhapsody

359 Don't Stop Believin' (Rachel) 359 Lucky

362 Don't Stand So Close To Me /

Young Girl

363 Bridge Over Troubled Water

363 Bust A Move

365 Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee

366 Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee

(Reprise)

367 Longest Time

368 Applause

369 All Of Me

370 Any Way You Want It

370 Anything Could Happen

372 Red Solo Cup

372 Rock Lobster

372 Rockin' Around The Christmas

Tree 372 Rockstar

376 Saving All My Love For You

377 (I've Had) The Time Of My Life

377 Piano Man 377 Poison 377 Poker Face

381 A House Is Not A Home

382 4 Minutes

383 Black Or White

384 Blackbird

385 All By Myself

385 Smile

385 You Make Me Feel So Young

388 Wrecking Ball

389 (You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural

Woman

389 (You're) Having My Baby

391 Superman

392 Ain't No Way

392 Stayin' Alive

394 Still Got Tonight

394 The Most Wonderful Day Of The

Year

394 The Way You Look Tonight / You're Never Fully Dressed Without A

Smile 394 This Time

394 Whatever Happened To Saturday Night?

399 They Long To Be Close To You

400 All About That Bass 400 Sing!

400 So Far Away

400 Some People

404 Addicted To Love

404 Moves Like Jagger / Jumpin' Jack Flash

404 Sing

404 Someday We'll Be Together 404 Somethin' Stupid

404 Something

404 Somewhere

404 Stand

412 Scream

413 Rather Be

414 Next To Me

414 No Air

414 Papa Can You Hear Me? 414 Physical

414 Piece Of My Heart

414 Pinball Wizard

414 Pony

414 Rehab

422 La Isla Bonita

422 Lean On Me

422 Let's Wait Awhile

422 Little Drummer Boy

422 Little Girls

427 Light Up The World

428 Science Fiction Double Feature

428 Silent Night 428 Silly Love Songs

431 Le Jazz Hot

432 Out Here On My Own

432 Pure Imagination

434 School's Out

435 Hey, Soul Sister

435 I Kissed A Girl (Season Six) 435 Sway

438 I Believe In A Thing Called Love

439 I Have Nothing

440 I Am Changing

441 I Saw Her Standing There

441 I Was Here

441 I Won't Give Up

441 I'll Be Home For Christmas 441 I'll Never Fall In Love Again 446 Funny Girl

446 I Look To You

446 I Only Have Eyes For You 446 I Still Believe / Super Bass 446 Story Of My Life

451 I Love New York / New York, New

York

452 What Makes You Beautiful

453 What The World Needs Now

454 An Innocent Man

454 Bad

454 Because You Loved Me

454 Bein' Green

454 ByeByeBye/IWantItThatWay 454 IfIWereABoy

454 Take A Bow

454 Take Me Home Tonight

462 Barracuda

463 Beauty School Drop Out

464 Chandelier

465 Baby It's You

466 It Must Have Been Love

467 At The Ballet

468 Baby One More Time

469 Beautiful

469 Being Alive

469 We Built This City

472 Being Good Isn't Good Enough 472 I Just Can't Stop Loving You 472 I Love It

472 Isn't She Lovely

476 All That Jazz

476 Blurred Lines

476 Bootylicious

476 Extraordinary Merry Christmas 476 Father Figure

476 Fight For Your Right (To Party)

476 Flashdance... What A Feeling

483 I Don't Know How To Love Him

484 Fix You

484 I Could Have Danced All Night 486 Push It

486 Rainbow Connection 486 Rise

489 Promises, Promises

490 Oh Chanukah

490 Ohio

490 One Love (People Get Ready) 490 Only The Good Die Young 494 Baby

494 Dancing With Myself

494 Defying Gravity

497 Baby, It's Cold Outside

498 Cherish / Cherish

498 Christmas Wrapping 498 Closer

498 Downtown

498 Endless Love

498 Forever Young

498 Friday I'm In Love 498 Friday

498 Gangnam Style

498 Get Back

498 Safety Dance

509 Cold Hearted

510 Clarity

511 Centerfold / Hot In Herre

511 Just The Way You Are 513 Jumpin', Jumpin'

513 Kiss

515 Juke Box Hero

515 L-O-V-E

517 Jolene

518 Jump

518 La Cucaracha

520 Dream A Little Dream

521 A Little Less Conversation

521 Beth

521 Bitch

521 Don't Sleep In The Subway 521 Girls Just Want To Have Fun 521 Have Yourself A Merry Little

Christmas 521 Help!

521 I Dreamed A Dream 521 I'm His Child

521 I'm Still Standing 521 Ice Ice Baby

521 Imagine

521 In My Life

521 It's A Man's Man's Man's World 521 Lose My Breath

521 Memory

521 Outcast

521 Over The Rainbow

521 Same Love

521 Santa Claus Is Coming To Town 521 Teach Your Children

521 Tell Me Something Good

521 The Final Countdown

521 Uptight (Everything's Alright) 545 Big Ass Heart

545 I Love L.A.

545 I Melt With You

548 Big Girls Don't Cry

548 Mary's Boy Child

548 O Holy Night

548 On Our Way

548 One Bourbon, One Scotch, One

Beer

548 One Less Bell To Answer

554 Maybe This Time 554 My Favourite Things 554 My Sharona

557 Marry You

558 Cool

559 Cool Kids

560 Celebrity Skin

560 Cheek To Cheek

560 Dance The Night Away

560 Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend / Material Girl

560 Don't Go Breaking My Heart 560 Don't Wanna Lose You

560 Feliz Navidad

560 Here Comes Santa Claus 560 I Know What Boys Like

560 I Know Where I've Been 560 Trouty Mouth

571 Total Eclipse Of The Heart

572 Don't Make Me Over

573 Call Me Maybe

574 We Are The Champions

575 Time After Time

576 Bring Him Home

576 Broadway Baby 576 Buenos Aires 576 Burning Up 576 Yesterday

581 Boys / Boyfriend

582 Mercy

582 You Get What You Give

582 You Have More Friends Than You

Know

582 You Learn / You've Got A Friend

582 You Should Be Dancing

582 You're All The World To Me 582 You're My Best Friend

582 You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin' 590 Break Free

590 Jingle Bell Rock 590 Jingle Bells

590 Joy To The World 590 One Of Us

590 Tonight

590 You're The Top

590 You've Got To Hide Your Love

Away

590 Your Song

599 To Sir, With Love

600 Torn

601 Wake Me Up

601 Wannabe

601 Wedding Bell Blues

604 Touch A Touch A Touch A Touch Me

604 UpUpUp

606 All Or Nothing

606 Alone

606 Cry

606 Leaving On A Jet Plane

606 Let It Go

606 Mickey

606 Movin' Out (Anthony's Song) 606 Mr. Roboto / Counting Stars 606 Try A Little Tenderness

606 U Can't Touch This

606 Uninvited

606 Vacation

606 Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' 606 What Kind Of Fool

606 Whistle

606 Will You Love Me Tomorrow /

Head Over Feet 606 Wishin' And Hoping

606 YouAndI/YouAndI

624 Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?

624 Do You Hear What I Hear? 624 Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh

Yeah)

624 Lucky Star

624 Merry Christmas Darling 629 Damn It, Janet

629 Danny's Song

629 Daydream Believer

629 Deck The Rooftop

629 Ding-Dong! The Witch Is Dead 634 All I Want For Christmas Is You 634 Angels We Have Heard On High 634 Anything Goes / Anything You Can

Do

634 As If We Never Said Goodbye

634 As Long As You're There 634 Bamboleo / Hero

634 Bella Notte

634 Copacabana

634 Do They Know It's Christmas? 634 Last Christmas

634 Let It Snow

634 We Need A Little Christmas

634 Welcome Christmas

634 Whenever I Call You Friend

634 Whip It

634 You Are The Sunshine Of My Life

650 All You Need Is Love

651 Americano / Dance Again

652 Crush

653 Big Spender

653 Make 'Em Laugh

653 White Christmas

653 Yeah!

657 (Charlie Chaplin song)

657 (originally by Michael Bublé) 657 Away In A Manger

657 Baby Got Back

657 Christmas Eve With You 657 Come Sail Away

657 You Are Woman, I Am Man 657 You Spin Me Round (Like A

Record)

665 You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch

666 Starlight Express

666 The Trolley Song

666 The Winner Takes It All

666 There's A Light (Over At The

Frankenstein Place) 670 Take Care Of Yourself

671 Sweet Caroline

672 Ben

672 Best Day Of My Life 672 Blue Christmas

672 Candles

676 Starships

676 Suddenly Seymour 676 Sweet Transvestite

679 Thong Song

680 The Fox (What Does The Fox

Say?)

680 The Living Years

682 The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don't Be Late)

682 The First Noël

#once again i am telling all of you to not do it #ANYWAYS! #glee song ranking

[calypsoff]

Twenty Seven.

Rolling my eyes hard while on FaceTime to Chris, you know what why is the man I love, also is the love of my life and I adore him so much, but he is so fucking stubborn. He has his moments where he will leave his ego at the door where he will obey me and what I say and then the next day he will refuse to hear me out or say I am being judgemental and I need to listen to what I am saying to him, it’s always my way, it never is anyways. But I swear he does shit and doesn’t think of the bigger picture at all “you got a face on with me?” So he says “not so much, you could be here with me in Cali but instead you’re there in Virginia about to do something dumb, it’s not even your child to care” I want to tell him no, I want to say to him if you love me don’t go but I know it will fall on deaf ears. I will look like the nasty one and that I look insecure when I don’t “exactly, show my face and go” I sniggered “that is the issue, you know why Chris. Do it, go. I am busy anyways, I think you need a lesson” rubbing my forehead “you are doing the most for nothing, it’s really nothing. But anyways I’m going to go and look pretty” annoying asshole “ok bye” disconnecting the call before he could say anything more, he just wants to annoy me “why does he purposely go out of his way to be an asshole!” I shouted “baby you could have said no, it’s easy” Mel added hearing the whole conversation, this is whole other issue. I don’t like how we are all dating people in the same circle, if shit goes wrong it will affect us “you don’t know Chris like I do, but you know what. Let him go, he hasn’t had the blogs be on his ass, he doesn’t know what it is like being famous and he will soon find out, I want him too. I’m going to rehearsal and ignoring him when he’s getting tagged in false claims, I don’t care for them. I just didn’t want the mess but let him, he will be calling me up saying I didn’t do anything. Let it happen Mel, who am I to hide him when he doesn’t want it from me, but I am angry, and until further notice I don’t want to know” shaking my head, he is going to get a nasty wake up call.

I enjoyed Virginia a lot, I loved how homie it was. I enjoyed my time with Chris, and I loved it all. It was a real good time away to be honest, it was my home when I was doing the exchange programme, I loved that his family treated me well and I feel Chris and I are closer than ever. But he just needs to stop trying to hear his own voice, like he doesn’t need to go but he will. And I can’t wait to hear him call me and say I didn’t do anything when they are dragging him, me. I have become immune to it, Chris will get a lesson in this “you have a face like thunder, the dancers are going to be shook” Mel said through her laughter “oh I’m not angry, I was just thinking. But how is you and Barry getting on? Is he less stubborn than Chris? Does he actually listen” Mel chuckled, she is laughing but I’m not, I hate when Chris is like this. Tries to be the man of our home, he knows damn well he will be crying to me “he’s a nerd, like Chris and I like that about him. He’s easy going, and we talk every day. He said that if we do end up being together and it works out well enough that he would move here and I’m like nigga already!? I mean I am not whipped at all but he’s nice, and easy going” I sighed out “oh brother, now why can’t Chris be this way” my man is a whole pain “because he likes to be the man of the house, I don’t know. Something he will get over but I’m excited” I’m scared of this whole relationship with friends’ things, I am just not sure of what to make of it. I feel like we will be judging each other, maybe that’s me because Chris is being a pain, but I hope it’s not what I assume it will be, I want better for me, for him, for us to be honest.

Robyn is cute, like she left me her gold chain. I mean it’s cute and small, but she left it behind, I think she did, or she purposely left it here, but I am wearing it anyways. Putting my snapback backwards, I wore the chain anyways, but I am just wearing the minimum, I wore white tee and grey sweatpants. I am just going to go to the thing and then leave, I am there for the free food like the fuck. It’s not even that deep, like I don’t understand why it’s a big thing, I mean I get it but it’s nothing. Go there and leave, that is it. I am late anyways, I told him I am going to go there late because I don’t want to be there all day. They are having the reveal at a hall, so I will turn up and then leave. I showed my face, I am there for my nigga so does it matter. Closing my bedroom door and making my way down the steps “where are you going?” Desean asked me “out, I will be back. Dad, I am borrowing the car!” I shouted; I been borrowing the car every day since being here. I need to get my own car; this is my list for my family. A new car for them, a new home. A bigger one anyways, they deserve it “when will you be back?” my dad asked “I won’t be long, I am going to see TJ” my dad nodded his head “uh, isn’t it Seiko gender party today? I saw someone post a little something about it” nodding my head “anyways, bye” I don’t need to hear anyone speak on this, I know what I am doing. This is my life, I need to take a hold of it in a way of making big money, I need to get into that life. And I think California, well me being in California will do me good. I need that in my life, I need to win big for me and my family and also Robyn, I need to do it for her too.

Locking my car door and making my way to the hall, these Jordan’s I have on right now are brand new, I just bought them today and these sweatpants is what Drake gave me from his clothing line, dope. I ain’t dressed up, I ain’t even shaved so if anyone thinks I made the effort then they lying as fuck. Licking my top lip pulling open the door to the place, I told TJ I am coming, and he came to meet me “I am so fucking happy to see you my brother” TJ hugged me “nigga got a whole fucking clown suit on” Barry snorted laughing “I had to look the part, I got the Burberry tie on. Man, my momma is so happy about this. I hate it” moving back from the hug and dapping Barry “well of course you ain’t going to be happy, shit was a mistake” I chuckled “is Seiko brother’s here?” not like I care “mhmm yeah, they trying to beef me up but whatever” of course “I am hungry, where the food at. There better be chicken wings” rubbing my stomach “nigga I paid half, I made sure there was. We wait on you so come. We can get some alcohol and food” nodding my head, least they waited on me. I don’t care for anyone, just my brother’s.

Licking my fingers as I placed the paper plate down, I am getting weird looks from people I don’t know “little rat, why you keep coming here?” TJ said to his sister “can I get a picture with you?” wiping my hands on my sweatpants “who?” I asked “you” she pointed “me!?” I spat half confused “can I? I want to tell my friends that I know you because you date Rihanna!” she half shouted, I chuckled “who is Rihanna? I don’t date Rihanna ma, see. The pictures you see they are photoshopped. I am single” I lied, but she doesn’t believe me. She seems more disappointed that I even lied to her, she looked down at her phone “my sister is pain bro, like she into this celebrity shit. Like live you damn life “look” she patted my lap, turning to her “oh wow, who is that woman?” she out here pulling out receipts of Robyn and I “stop lying, can I please have a picture with you. You’re super famous now” she is tripping “I am not famous, my god. It’s me Chris! I ain’t had this before with you” TJ nudged me “just do it bro so we can get rid of her” taking in a deep breath “fine, come here” waving her over “TJ take it” she passed her his phone and she openly sat in my lap, I ain’t into this picture thing “you look so annoyed, smile for me. Quick” I grinned at the camera “now go away! Leave us alone, dang” that is the weirdest shit to happen to me today.

Sitting back in my seat as TJ made his way to his baby mother, I find this hilarious to me. I know this nigga hates this, but he is putting on a front, I am so happy it wasn’t me. Chewing on my bottom, Seiko and I eyes met and she is just blatantly staring at me in a room full of people, I mean I wish she looked away, but I can tell she regrets things, she looked away as she should. Clearing my throat looking away laughing to myself “you look well Chris” looking to the side of me “I do? You look well too Kristie” moving my arm from the chair “you’re rather the celebrity in this joint, kind of knocked my best friend off her pedestal” moving my chair away from her as she sat down “I don’t bite, I mean you should know that” rubbing my hands against my sweatpants “I ain’t do shit, I come here to support my friend” there is one thing, I never fucked ugly bitches and I love that for me “likewise, she does love you and still does” I sniggered “right, and having sex with my best friend made that right” she pointed at me “you sir are a hypocrite, you fucked all her friends” shaking my head “she was right there, y’all was ok with it. She knew it was wrong from jump with TJ. She knew that” is this girl being real right now “I never liked her like that anyways, that is the point. I am happier, away from her” Kristie laughed “who wouldn’t be dating Rihanna? She is beautiful and rich, you tell me Chris did you purposely take her there to get with Rihanna?” shaking my head “I didn’t think Rihanna would even remember me like that, I love her so much and I don’t pass around that word much so you can’t say it’s like that when it’s not. Nothing to do with being rich, she is my childhood sweetheart” I don’t care, I will tell the whole world “that sent my friend a shut up letter, Seiko loves you still. I say good riddance, she says she lost but you look well. Better then I last saw you naked” she winked at me “it’s the tan” she got up from her seat “I suppose” watching her walk off, now I should have dated her between her and Seiko.

I clapped seeing that my friend is having a son, happy for him. I think if he was having a girl he would be even more depressed “are you dating Rihanna? You’re the guy she is dating” this girl pointed me out, I stopped clapping “huh, what?” I said all confused “you’re like the guy Rihanna is dating, she was in Virginia and she was at her old school, oh my god you are actually him. I follow him!” she shouted “I am just a regular dude” I put my hands up, in my defence I am “can we like take a picture with you? You are literally the sexiest light skinned nigga. I get why she would date you” I chuckled “I will pass on the photos” I walked by them “congratulations brother, a boy” dapping TJ “I am so happy, like I don’t know what I would do with a girl. Now you need to have a boy, then Barry we all going to have a day care” shaking my head laughing “you need to get Rih pregnant, on god” I shushed him “relax on that, she busy now. But I am happy for you” hugging him “thank you” I know he appreciates it “nice seeing you here” Seiko spoke to me, I stepped back keeping my distance “for TJ, I am going to see to Barry” dapping TJ walking off.

Barry is eating again “people are weird here, they all are speaking on Rihanna and I am her boyfriend. I am but the fuck. I am just a regular dude” Barry is stuffing his face “that makes you famous by affiliation now Chris, you famous” furrowing my eyebrows “that is bullshit, anyways. Kristie came up to me. Started speaking on Seiko still in love with me and shit. This is why I ran here but I think it’s my time to go” I think I do “can we talk?” Seiko is right there “about what? There is nothing to talk about” Barry stood next to me, I ain’t moving anywhere with her “did you go to her concert to get back with her, I hate myself. She was laughing at me all that time when she took you from me” taking in a deep breath “I was never yours, yes I was with you. I dated you but it really meant nothing when I always loved her, I did. I wish you let me go, take off my pictures. Move on, so you can be happier in yourself also. I came here for TJ, not to see you. I am going Barry, good luck with that” I pointed at her bump as I walked off, all I know is that I am in my city but people are acting mad weird now with this Rihanna shit and I want to run home.

#Chrianna FF #Chrianna #Chrianna Fanfiction #Fanfic #Fanfiction

[newbornwhumperfly]

the ink bled right through...

CW: allusions to attempted non-con

so i love @much-ado-about-whumping and i love their beautiful characters – Déomas and Rhys – and i love writing spinoffs of other works rather than my own stuff (hehe) so here we are!!!

you’re so inspiring & kind, Bel, so here’s A Thing insp. by your boys and your love of sartorial whump!

title from “colour me in” by damien rice

~

Déma is rumpled.

It is the first thing which catches Rhys’ eye as he stumbles upon the slighter figure in the hallway to Rhys’ office. There is at times an aura of disheveled roguery Déma has, making what Rhys would deem sloppy in another person seem dashing. Daring. Charming…like it suited him somehow.

Yet now, there is nothing of the windswept to his hair, auburn strands sticking up here and there like the mop of an unruly child, ruffled by his mother. His shirt is crumpled, creased, unevenly untucked. A button on his trousers is undone halfway up and the lacings are loosened, partially-tied, as though they had been yanked.

Furthermore, the way he darts at Rhys’ rounding the corner puts him in mind of a spooked horse. Rhys glimpses the whites of Déma’s eyes before the man crooks a smile at him. 

“Hey, Rhys. Just heading to grab a quill from your office.”

Rhys frowns.

“Are you alright, Déma?”

The smile is...wrong. He didn’t meet Rhys’ eyes and as Déma tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, Rhys sees - 

“Are you hurt?”

A scuff, berry-red, sits bright on Déma’s temple. But when Rhys goes to brush his hair back, to see, to help, Déma glides back. The whites show once more and the smile flattens, paper-thin.

“It’s nothing, mother.”

“Don’t give me that, Déma, what happened?”

Déma opens his mouth to speak and pauses. His gaze, unsmiling and skittish, darts over Rhys’ face before he shrugs into an airy reply.

“If you must know, Sir Percy and I had a...small tiff. About my...availability to his, ah,  affections. His feelings were hurt but he’ll...he’ll get over it.”

His smile broadens, razor-edged, and now, closer, Rhys sees his rosy lips are darkened. Bitten. 

Rhys’ stomach floods with ice and his hand flies to his rapier.

“Sir Percy? He, Déma, did he hurt you?”

A stupid question. Rhys’ gaze rakes over Déma again, taking the detail in with new horror. 

He imagines the man in question. Taller than Rhys, heavier, threat stocked in wide shoulders and massive arms. A brutish man. He imagines those meaty hands on Déma and the ice melts, boils, turns to anger with a dizzying speed. 

“Where is that bastard?”

He’s gritting words through his teeth, flushed, aching to fight. Déma frowns and narrows his eyes, a cloud darkening in his expression. 

“I appreciate you’re such a gentleman, Rhys, but it’s all quite in the past now. Under the bridge, if you will.”

Déma quirks his eyebrows, grins – thin, sharp, bright as foil – and tosses his head back, flicking Rhys’ concerns away like a fly and the fringe of his hair slips to veil his left eye, to hide the mark on his temple.

Rhys has the sudden thought that this was his intent.  

“Déma, this son of a bitch hurt you, you can’t just expect me to do nothing.”

He’s hot. He’s burning up. He needs to spread that fire to something else, to watch it burn, to hurt whoever saw fit to touch and take and harm because they possessed some modicum of power. 

He grips his pommel harder and harder and doesn't even realize he’s taken an urgent stride forward until Déma starts again and steps back again, putting space between himself and Rhys. The wariness which burns, bright, in Déma’s eyes makes Rhys feels scorched by it. He wants to cry but instead he widens the space by stepping back himself. 

“I’m, fuck, I’m sorry, Déma-”

“It’s fine. Just...just don’t make this-, Rhys, don’t-, just let it go. Alright?”

Rhys bites, hard, on the inside of his cheek, the throb easing the harsh thrum in his veins. His muscles, defined with swordplay and archery, clench around his hot blood, as useless in their strength as his fury-sorrow-frustration is sitting idle in his veins. He feels helplessand he hates it. He trembles with the want – the need– to help.

But…

Déma is glancing up at him through the russet locks, coy – yet his bitten lip is worried by his teeth and there’s a tension coiled through him, the coquettish brace of hands on hips failing to disguise how his slim shoulders are hefted nearly to his ears and his dark eyes are watchful, wary…a plea in the pinch between his brows.

Rhys wants to push but this isn’t about what he wants – it’s about what Déomas wants.  

He also has some sense – an instinct unique to his lover – that Déma is fragile right now and any indelicate word, any sudden touch, will make him spring, snap shut like a mousetrap. So he breathes. Releases his tension with his exhale. Unclenches his fingers from his sword-hilt, palm swirl-grooved from the carved pommel, and – slowly – reaches for Déma’s chin. Cups it, rubs the cleft with his thumb, soothes. Cradles Déma’s neck, thumb soothing there too, circling behind the ear. Tries to cool the heat of his fury to a tender warmth, to pour his desire to protect, his concern, his fondness for Déma into his touch.

“Of course, Déma. Whatever you need.”

Déma sighs and with the breath, the ribbon of tension untwists in his body. He allows himself to be soothed and Rhys knows he made the right choice. Déma’s dark eyes soften and the sharp edge of his grin has dulled when he pecks at the ball of Rhys’ thumb, nuzzling, feline and malleable.

“Thanks.”

Rhys’ heart takes its turn to clench now, like a fist behind his ribs, the muscle seizing in his chest, creeping up to his throat, on all the things he wants to say – vows, reassurances, pleas.

But all he does is pair his palms in a cradle of Déma’s face – so sharp and so soft and so precious – and swoop into a kiss.

Demá hums into Rhys’ hungry mouth and when he pulls away, a bit breathless, he’s bright again. 

“Well, speaking of water under the bridge, I’m all messy anyhow. Want to, uh, help me tidy up?”

Rhys slides his fingers through Déma’s hair, skimming his brow, kisses his mouth again, his little nose, his temple. 

“Of course, Déma.”

It will have to be enough.

For now.

~

Sir Percy was jumped. 

Or at least, that is what the chambermaid whispers to a fruit vendor, the murmured gossip snagging Déomas’ ear as he pays for a plum (and sneaks another, smaller plum for good measure). If the girl was to be believed – and she should really learn to whisper better, not that Déomas is complaining, but honestly – the knight was allegedly accosted by a masked man upon venturing home. The maid caught a glimpse of the aftermath, her master howling and cursing up a storm.

Broken fingers. Busted nose. Battered ribs. Shoulder sprained so badly it was nearly wrenched from its socket. Two black eyes and many a sore spot. He’d also, the little maid recounted with a note of glee, been kicked between the legs quite a lot. 

Déomas did not blame her one bit for her schadenfreude. Sir Percy was well-known for his wandering hands – it is good riddance they are hurting now. Some might call it poetic justice or even divine intervention.

Personally, Déomas scoffs at the notion of a deity and if there was one, they certainly seemed to possess the same biases as mere mortals by dropping further favor into the fat laps of those born favored. However, it is nice that the pervert got knocked down a peg or two.

Déomas rolls his shoulder - the bruise hidden below his shirt still sore, purple shadows lingering from the demanding clutch of meaty, mail-gloved fingers - before taking a bite of his plum.

A thought tickled at the back of his skull but it was swept aside as he wove his way between stalls, hunting and gathering remaining fruits – fresh fat berries of red and black and blue – in preparation for supper. He was baking a tart and it was going to be sumptuous and Rhys would agree.

He wasn’t baking it forRhys – Déomas loved pie. He would certainly do this all for himself, whether Rhys were involved or not. Certainly.

By the time the evening hour rolled around, a crisp, golden pastry is cooling on the sill of Rhys’ office. Déomas had charmed a flask of sherry off the cook and a sparkling compliment had left a glow to her wrinkled cheek as she thrust the bottle at him, grumbling something which sounded suspiciously like insufferable.

Rhys, however, is uncharacteristically late.

Déomas is sipping at a refill of his glass of sherry when Rhys sweeps through the door, apologizing profusely, dropping a soft kiss, another, once more to Déomas’ brow, breathlessly detailing some tale about horseshoes and cobblestones and really believingit would take an hour and Rhys is so fretful that Déomas forgives him immediately, scarcely pouting at all as he mellows under the kiss. He cannot be all that upset with anyone who says Déma so sweetly and is so very handsome.

Déomas blames the quite excellent alcohol for that thought.  

He blames the sherry further for the fact that it takes him a good while to notice that Rhys is…less than perfectly put together.

Rhys’ doublet is rumpled. A closer peek shows a seam has split along the shoulder at one spot, disrupting the perfect symmetry of stitches.

There is a spot of blood, nestled like a gem with the creamy folds of linen.

“Déma, I’m so sorry, I...I lost track of time. i had to take care of something and it got away from me.”

If Déomas were a little more sober, he might nod and smile and tell Rhys not to mention it. He really might just pull Rhys into a chair, straddle him, and kiss him senseless. But Déomas has never left anything he should leave be well enough alone and there’s a nervous weight to Rhys’ shoulders which provokes Déomas’ curiosity. 

“Bullshit.”

Rhys seems to very nearly drop his sword, setting it upon the desk with a heavy thump.

“D-Déma?-”

“Bull. Shit. What’d you do?”

Déomas is not suspicious. Nothing so childish. Nothing so jealous. He is...worried. Rhys looks heavy. A weariness lays over him - he has had to do something, something he doesn’t like, and there’s something about that which Déomas doesn’t like. Not at all. 

Rhys raises his chin, his deep, dark eyes direct and bold in the firelight.

“You won’t like it. But...if you ask me, I’ll tell you the truth.”

Déomas gazes back, just as steady, just as firm, and nods. 

Rhys sucks in his cheek, biting, he does that when he frets, and sinks into the chair beside Déomas.

“I know you told me not too...do anything. About him.”

Rhys spits the pronoun like poison, like he wants to get it out of his mouth, and Déomas doesn't ask him to clarify. He just waits, only the crackle of the blaze in the hearth disturbing the pregnant space between them. 

“I tried to make it random. Something which couldn't be tied to, to anything in particular. But I...I had to. I had to do something, Déma. Someone like him can’t just believe he can do this. To anyone. But especially...especially not to you. Not in my own home. Not ever. So I...hurt him. Nothing permanent. Less than he fucking deserves. But...something.”

He finally looks away from the dancing tongues of orange, blue, red fire to glance at Déomas. His dark face is drawn tight with uncertainty. He is resigned. Resolute. Hopeful. But there is still that familiar tenderness, a concern and a care, to be found in his expression, rolling under and over the anxiety, spilling through the cracks, filling in the blanks. Ever-present. 

“I understand if...if you’re angry with me.”

Seized but an urge, nameless as it was undeniable, Déomas surges from his chair and drags Rhys into a kiss. It is hungry, messy and missing lips for cheeks, scattered, falling again and again, one kiss becoming dozens in his need to touch, to appreciate, to...to be near Rhys, as close as he can be. 

Finally, Rhys gasps for air, weakly chuckling as he presses their brows together and Déomas sinks into his strong arms, feeling folded up and held and safe. 

“You’re a mess.”

“Hardly.”

“Hmm. For you, it’s practically a pigsty. You’re a disgrace to your class, Milord Rhys.”

The man snorts, startled into indignity, as he pulls back to smile ruefully.

“Help me to tidy up?”

Warmth pools in Déomas’ ribs. He kisses - again - Rhys’ cheeks, his eyes, his mouth. 

He’s so beautiful. So good. So...Rhys. 

Déomas never wants to leave this warm room, these warm arms, this feeling, ever again. He does not say so. Instead, he drops a fleeting, final peck to Rhys’ lips.

“Gladly.”

~

well....there we have it!!! a lil’ softness

#i'm SO nervous about this but...ahhhh *throws it anyway* #deomas and rhys #much-ado-about-whumping #whump #whumpee #caretaker #sartorial whump #my writing #angst #emotional whump #hurt and comfort #rhys #deomas #references to attempted non-con #references to manhandling #manhandling

[theveryinsignificantpotato]

Reunited

Good Omens! Crowley x reader

TW: I lil gore and I called Gabriel a Bitxh, I describe what I think falling from heaven in the GO universe would look like, so if you don’t want to read about flesh melting in Sulfur (Which boils at a temperature almost 700º above that of human skin ;) yeah, I do research and know weird things) you prolly shouldnt read for your own sake

I had wayyyy too much fun making this, I think you’ll like!

(Holy shit, this is 5 pages long in google docs 0-0)

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"You're done." Gabriel says, staring at me with cold eyes, he was only a few feet away, standing with his arms crossed

"I'm sorry?" I ask, looking up at him from whatever I was doing

"Head office has caught wind of your comments at the almighty, might I remind you of what happens when you ask things like that?" He says coldly 

"You're going to kick me out for one question?" I ask, my jaw dropping "Angels haven't fallen in forever, you have no idea what they will do to me! You can't do that!" I say, anger resonating through my vocal chords as I speak

"That isn't my problem. Come with me, you know what happens if you resist." He replies, turning on his heels and beginning to walk away

I sigh, tears welling in my eyes as I abandon what I was doing to follow the archangel, not wanting to invoke the wrath I would surely be met with if I didn't.

I waited until he had me at the edge, where all the others had fallen thousands upon thousands of years ago before saying anything, he was ready to send me off quietly, no ceremony or anything, just a quiet riddance of the angel hardly anyone liked - not since Raphael, anyway.

"You know, I never minded you so much, Y/n. Pity you have to go out like this." He says, looking at me with some form of pity

"You know Gabriel…" I begin sweetly, picking my head up to look at him "You're a real bitch." I finish, clenching my fist and straight up decking him as hard as I can in the nose before diving off the edge.

He screamed angrily and I looked back up at him, giving a small wave as I felt my body gain momentum.

I'm not sure I really processed my actions before going through with them, the demons weren't likely to just accept me outright, I would probably just be outcast, or killed or something. I couldn’t be sure of anything right now, not even sure if they would let me call myself a demon at all once I got to hell. All I know is that I’m falling right now, my body feels weightless and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared. 

My wings unfurled as a natural response to falling only to be snapped backwards by the force of the wind, causing me to scream in pain as the bones cracked, feeling the white feathers peel from my wings. I fell for what seemed like hours, the pain in my wings continuing throughout the time, and I cried, sobs racking through my form as I left a trail of tears falling behind me. 

When I finally made it to hell my body hit what was the most painful landing imaginable, the scent of sulfur invaded my senses and I felt my angelic flesh begin to melt in the boiling liquid. It had to have been well over 800 degrees, and I was almost surprised that it didn’t just end my existence immediately upon coming into contact with my body. 

I screamed, I screamed as loud as I could before my head went under, and I felt the liquid flood my mouth and lungs, destroying my cells inside and out of my body as I thrashed around desperately. I don’t care at this point what demon hears me, all I want is for someone, anyone, to help me end this pain. 

Apparently someone did hear me because it wasn’t long before a hand grabbed my arm from under the liquid, pulling me onto the edge. I didn’t have the strength to move or even open my eyes when they finally had me out of it, my body heaved as I coughed up the liquid that had entered my lungs.

“I’m dying” I sob raspily when I finally catch my breath “He said I was being cast out, but he just wants me to die.” My body curls up on itself, pulling myself into the fetal position next to this demon.

“You aren’t dying.” He says, looking at his hand, which was badly damaged from reaching into the sulfur to pull me out “Your angelic cells are, the last of your powers are going to go into creating new cells for you- demonic ones. The worst of the process is over.” he explained

“So they’re taking everything from me…” I say dejectedly, not moving my body

He looks up slightly “Yup.” He replies, popping the ‘P’

We sit there in silence for a while, him staring out at the sulfur pool while I raspily try to catch my breath. After several moments in a painful silence I finally find the strength to sit up and open my eyes, he took my arm with his good hand to help ease me to a sitting position. The first thing I noticed about him was his hand, covered in what had to be third-degree burns almost up to his elbow. 

My angelic instincts kicked in upon seeing it, and I gently take his hand in both of my own, causing him to jump. “What are you doing?” he asks, staring at my hands

“You helped me, all I’m doing is returning the favor.” I say, directing whatever power I had left to healing his hand, and his skin quickly began to repair itself “There.” I say gently, releasing his hand from mine 

“It’s going to take you longer to heal now, you really can’t be going around doing things like that down here.” He reminds, and I can feel his gaze on me 

“I know,” I mumble, staring out at the yellow liquid that had taken away all of my angelic properties including my skin itself and sigh dejectedly “So you’re a demon, then?” I ask

“I am.”

“So what made you decide to help me? Aren’t you supposed to not care about anyone else? Chaotic Evil and all that?” I ask

He takes a moment to come up with a response “I… I don’t know. I was just sort of drawn to do it.” he finally says

I think over his response for a moment, deciding that he too felt extremely familiar, his voice above all else. It didn’t take me long after that to come to the realization that I haven’t seen this demon’s face even once in the amount of time we’ve been talking. I pivot my body so I’m facing him, and I freeze immediately when my eyes meet his face.

He stares at me in confusion, slits going down his ever-golden iris’ in a snake-like manner that was unfamiliar to me. He looked so familiar yet so not, (I suppose several thousand years will do that to someone) his red hair being the thing that was the most striking - I only ever knew one angel with that pretty Copper hair of his… “Raphael…?” I ask quietly, reaching out to his face.

He frowns “They don’t call me that anymore.”

“What do I call you, then?”

“Crowley.” He mumbles, taking a minute to look into my eyes, he seems to be trying to come up with who I am through all the third-degree burns 

“Crowley” I repeat with a smile, my first smile since falling, “Tell me you know who I am, Crowley, please.”

His eyes look over my features, taking in as much detail from my healed flesh as he could, and after a moment he seemed to remember, his jaw dropped and he leaned back slightly “y-y/n?” he asks with wide eyes

My smile grows wider and I nod happily 

A wide grin grows on his features as he continues staring at me “I never thought I’d see you again!” He cheers, leaning back towards me to wrap me in his arms happily

Thankfully, at this point most of my torso had been restored, so it didn’t hurt too badly, even when I returned it tightly, wrapping my arms around his shoulders to keep him close to me. “I didn’t think so either, but I am so glad…” I trail off, leaning back from his embrace

He releases me from his grip, giving me a small frown “But you’re fallen now, what happened?” he asks

I shrug “Gabriel said I made comments at the almighty, but all I really did was ask a question- I don’t even remember what it was.” I explain

He frowns “Damn, they haven’t dropped any of you angels down here in forever, I didn’t think they would be so tetchy.” he comments, earning a nod from me "you're the only one, right?"

I nod once more in reply "it was quiet, but I'm sure Gabriel has told everyone about it by now." I reply

He raised a brow "he's never been one to boast, don't tell me that's changed."

I shake my head "I mean that because I may or may not have called him a bitch and punched him before I fell, he'll have to explain the broken nose to his colleagues." I say, earning a loud laugh from Crowley

"You haven't really changed, have you? You've wanted to punch him since day one." He stands up and offers me a hand “I think we should get a drink.”

I take it with a smile, now the majority of my skin has returned from the neck down, with the exception of my wings, and I can do things without excruciating pain. "I believe you're right." I say with a smile, allowing him to pull me to my feet "But Raph- I mean Crowley, I've never been on Earth before, won't my lack of skin and torn up wings draw attention?" I ask worriedly

He smiles at me “Humans are almost always oblivious, don’t worry so much” He replies, snapping his fingers

A second later I find myself sitting next to him in a really nice Bentley car, Queen playing softly over the radio as he began driving. I was startled by the transition, but I quickly relaxed, “Where are we going?” I ask, frowning

“My flat, it’s safer to talk there.” He replies

“You have a flat on Earth? Does hell know about that?” I ask, and he only shrugs in response

“They don’t really care too much, most of the demons probably won’t even notice you in all honesty. If you stick with me I’ll show you how everything works, alright?” He asks

I nod “Alright. Thank you, Crowley.” 

He nods and spares me a glance “You’re skin is growing back, I can almost recognize you.” He says with a slight smile

I gently bring a hand up to my face, finding that the flesh surrounding my mouth and upper jawline had returned almost fully, and I can’t help but smile a little.

-

Crowley kept to his word, for the next few years he would teach me how to navigate hell, to keep my head low, and what demons I should avoid. He was very kind to me, and honestly even getting the chance to see him again is all I could ask for. 

I knew him long before he fell, we were best friends, practically inseparable. We crafted the stars together while talking and sharing ideas in almost all moments of the beginning, I had even began to catch feelings for him. The only reason I didn’t fall with him is because Lucifer didn’t like me all that much, so I didn’t hang out with those who became the early demons. 

-

More than six thousand years since I last saw them and I suppose I had forgotten how much I truly missed y/n, they were always bright and fun and after a few years of time with her as a demon I wouldn’t want to go back to not having her around. She has been staying with me at my flat for most of her time here, and we spend a lot of time together between dinners with Aziraphale (Whom I learned was actually one of their few friends in heaven, the greeting between the two of them was quite adorable, especially when y/n’s face lit up happily upon seeing him and she ran to give him a bear hug) and drives in the bentley. Driving with her will forever be my favorite thing, she’s gotten attached to the old CDs in the bentley (and we all know what happens to those ;)) so I’ll often find myself being suckered into going on a drive to nowhere in particular just so we will end up singing along with Freddie Mercury really loudly and horribly. It’s now my favorite thing ever. She might be my favorite thing ever.

Now Armageddon is approaching and I can't help but fear that it's going to be over for both of us. We’re doing all we can, y/n, Aziraphale, and I, but sometimes I worry that it won’t be enough. I won’t be able to be with her in hell like I do on Earth… and yes, I mean _be with her_ be with her. 

Aziraphale suggested I kiss her, or at the very least tell her - but I’m not sure…

-

We were in the flat when it finally happened, watching some movie with Crowley on the couch and I dared lay my head on his shoulder. Armeggedon was only just short of seven years away and I wanted to make sure I had the chance to get as close to Crowley as I could just in case we didn’t make it out. I couldn’t help the relieved sigh that escaped my lips when he smiled, looping his arm around me and lacing his fingers through my hair as I cuddled up closer to him.

As the movie progressed we seemed to get closer and closer, beginning with his head resting on mine, sharing a throw blanket between us, and him shifting his or my weight as an excuse to pull me nearer to him, and by the end of the movie I felt like I was practically in his lap - not that I minded it so much. 

When the credits began to roll, he snapped his fingers to turn the TV off, and I found myself not wanting to move from him, “Can we just sit here for a while?” I ask, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck 

“I was going to ask you that.” He replies with a quiet chuckle, leaning down to rest his nose on the side of my face, giving me gentle eskimo kisses on my cheek, “Look at me, y/n.” he requests

“I can see you.” I reply with a giggle, turning my head towards his so we end up nose-to-nose, and I can feel his breath hit my skin gently. It doesn’t take long before he finally tilts his head to the side so he can catch my lips with his, and I can’t help but smile as I close my eyes and kiss kim back. Thousands of years I have wanted this, from long before he fell I have dreamed of this moment, I had thought all hope was lost when he did, and against all odds, here I am finally. I sit up in his lap to get a better angle, draping my legs gently over his and wrapping my arms around his neck. I feel his arms wrap around my waist to hold me as close as he can before pulling away to rest his forehead on mine.

“I need to tell you something.” he says in a whisper, his golden serpent eyes staring deep into my e/c ones

I return his gaze, “Tell me everything, Crow.” I say softly

“I love you, y/n. I’m not supposed to, but I really love you,” he says softly, and I can see the honest adoration in his eyes as he speaks

I smile wide “I love you too,” I say happily “Crowley I have loved you almost literally forever.” I peck his lips one more time, pulling my blanket around both of our shoulders' 

He grinned and hugged me close, feeling genuinely happy for the first time in a long while.

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Johnny (Cowboy Minotaur) Pt. 1

Rating: Orange Relationship: Male Human/Male Minotaur Additional Tags: Exophilia, Reader-Insert, Monster Lover, Interspecies Relationship, Male Reader, Male Monster, Gay Reader, Gay Monster, Post Gold Rush, 1860's California, Cowboys, Cowboy Minotaur Words: 3349

Another commission for @severedreamerbeard. The reader is called to a boomtown by his uncle, who is the mayor, to be the new deputy for the sheriff. It doesn't take long for him to realize the stern, stoic sheriff is hiding a secret. Please reblog and leave feedback!

*Note: Bláithín is pronounced "Blaw-heen."

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September, 1866. The California gold rush had ended more than ten years ago, but people continued to move out there in the hopes of finding their fortune. As such, small towns popped up all over the west faster than the census could keep up. Your uncle was the mayor in one such town and had written you a letter asking you to come out to help.

A rabble of undesirables had made camp just outside of town, and there wasn’t enough lawmen in the fledgling town of Redington to keep them at bay. He knew from letters with your father that you’d had a tough time adjusting to life in the city after living on a farm for most of your life, so he asked if you’d be interested in coming out to be the deputy for the newly-appointed sheriff, John.

He warned you in his letter that the sheriff was gruff and taciturn with more muscle than charm, having been a lawman for more than fifteen years already. He was a minotaur, which actually put you at ease; you’d worked with minotaurs on the farm before.

After writing back to inform your uncle that you’d accepted the job, you packed your belongings, bid farewell to the few friends you’d made while in the city, and caught a train west.

The train didn’t go right to the town, so you’d had to hire a stagecoach to take you the rest of the way.

“It’s gon’ be a rough trip,” the grizzled coachman said. “We’ll be runnin’ through them ol’ boys territory, unless yer wantin’ go the long way, which is another day’s ride and is gon’ cost you another five dollars.”

“You got a gun?” You asked him.

He snorted and pulled a hidden six shooter and a four-chamber Colt revolver from his vest.

You nodded. “We’ll be takin’ the short way, then.”

He shrugged as if to say your funeral and jerked his chin, indicating it was time to go, and you threw your bags into the coach and followed behind.

About two hours into the ride, your heard a loud whistle and the horses shied, bringing the coach to a standstill. From the window, you could see about four men on horses, leaning over their pommels with guns in hand. None were larger than a .36 or a .44, and most were single shooters.

“Whatcha’ got in there, Earlie?” One of the men said.

“Some city-slicker too cheap to pay for the long way,” The coachman said dispassionately. “Ain’t worth much by my reckonin’, and I ain’t got nothing fer ya neither, Lloyd, so git.”

“Let’s get him out here, then,” Lloyd said. “Have a chat with ‘em.”

The coachman sighed and thumped the roof. “What say you, stranger?”

You took your shotgun and your gun belt out of your bags and slung it around your waist before stepping out.

“Afternoon, boys,” You said, placing your hat on your head and shouldering your shotgun. “What can I do for ya?”

The leader, Lloyd, squinted down at you. He was a dirty mess, like all in his group, but he had contrastingly white teeth that seemed to be the only thing about his appearance he cared for.

“Well, newcomer, I don’t blame you for not knowin’, but there’s a toll to pass through these parts.”

“A toll, eh?” You said, scratching your nose. “Well, I’m afraid I ain’t got no money to give you boys, but I got a job waitin’ for me in that town up ahead. I’d be happy to pay it once I’m set up.”

Lloyd clucked his tongue. “See, now, that’s a problem for us,” He said. “If we let you through without payin’, ever-body’s gon’ think it’s fine to not pay. And then how we gon’ make a livin’, huh?”

“Get an honest job and stop shakin’ folk down with phony tolls?” You suggested.

“Hey!” Lloyd shouted from his horse, making it prancing in place in agitation. “We provide a service! If it weren’t fer us, any good-for-nothing could come wanderin’ into our town.”

“Your town, huh?” You asked. “I wonder how many people in that town would agree with that statement.”

“Hey, you wanna shut your trap?” Earlie hissed. “You tryna get us shot?”

“No need,” You said with a smile, looking at the horizon. “The cavalry is comin’.”

Out in the distance, two horses were trotting up to greet you. On one was your uncle, and on the other was a large, black bison minotaur with a grim look on his face. He wore a grey shirt with a pinstripe vest and dark, sturdy trousers. He also had on a coat with loops instead of buttonholes and a large stetson with holes for his massive horns. He had two sidearms and a bandolier slung over one shoulder. His silver sheriff’s badge shown brightly in the high sunlight.

“Lloyd,” He said, nodding politely, but there was a hint of a warning in his deep, gravelly voice. “Boys. What’re y’all doin’ here?”

“Just greeting the newcomer, sheriff,” Lloyd said, smiling a blinding, disingenuous smile. “Wanted to make sure he understood how things work ‘round here.”

“My nephew, the new deputy, will learn how things work well enough without your help, Lloyd,” Uncle George said.

The smile slipped from Lloyd’s mouth, leaving a sour look on his face. “I reckon he will, then,” He said darkly. “Come on, boys. We ain’t got no more business here. For now.”

The men whooped and hollered and turned their horses, riding off in a cloud of dust.

“Good riddance,” Your uncle said, jumping down.

“Hey, Uncle George!” You said, reaching out for a hug.

George reciprocated. “Good to see you, my boy!” He held you at arms length and looked you up and down. “You’re thin! City life disagrees with you, son.”

“That, I can’t argue,” You said, grinning.

“Son, this is our sheriff, John,” Uncle George said, motioning to the large minotaur.

“Call me Johnny,” He said, shaking your hand firmly. “You handled yourself well. My last potential deputy pissed himself when Lloyd rode up on ‘im.”

You laughed loudly. “Well, I’m used to runnin’ off cattle thieves back on my pa’s farm. That Lloyd feller seems like the same sort of lowlife.”

“Hey,” The coachman said. “This is a lovely reunion and all, but you only paid for the day. You wanna sit around flappin’ yer gums, you can either pay another dollar for makin’ me wait around or I can high tail it outta here, up to y’all.”

“Hush, Earlie,” Uncle George said. “Come on, boy, get up in the coach ‘fore Earlie pitches a fit. Let’s get you to town and settled in.”

You’d been to this town once before, when your uncle, who was a wealthy man in New York, moved out here with a bunch of settlers to put the town up. You’d helped him build his house, and a few of the other houses as well, before your uncle decided you’d done enough for him and sent you home. As thanks, your uncle had left you his house in the city, but you soon found yourself out of your element and uncomfortable there. Getting the letter from your uncle had been a relief.

As soon as you got into town, the coach stopped and you retrieved your bags. Both Uncle George and Sheriff Johnny leapt off their horses and tied them to a hitching post with a water trough.

“You’re still familiar with the town, I assume?” George asked.

“Yessir,” You said.

“Well, not much has changed since you been here last, so I’ll let Johnny here take the reins and show you your job.” He slapped Johnny on the shoulder. “I’ve got some work needs doing at town hall, but I’ll meet up with you at The Sixer’s saloon later, all right?”

“Sure thing, Uncle,” You replied, shaking his hand before he walked off.

“Well, then,” Johnny said, folding his arms. “You got any experience with bein’ a lawman, kid?”

“No sir,” You said.

“But you’ve done farmwork? You look strong,” He said, looking you up and down, appraising you.

You tried not to blush. “I’m a fair hand and a good worker.”

“How’s your shot?”

“Middlin’. Better at long range.”

“That’ll do,” He said. “Lemme show you the jailhouse.”

You followed him to the jail and he opened the door. There were three cells, bare, but there were bedrolls stored on shelves in the walls of each. There was a table with two chairs, a desk full of papers, and a wanted board with a few posters on it. There was a door, which led to a bunkroom with four beds, each with it’s own side table and chest of drawers. Only one of the beds looked used; the others looked brand new.

“Take any bed you like,” Johnny told you. “There ain’t no other deputies, but in a town this small, more’n one is too many.”

“What about them boys threatenin’ the town?” You asked him, laying your bags on the bed across from Johnny’s.

Johnny snorted. “Your uncle’s over-reactin’. It’s nothing I couldn’t have handled on my own.”

“How many are there?”

“Other’n Lloyd and the boys you saw outside of town? About three or four more. Their leader is a minotaur named Randall.”

“I was under the assumption Lloyd was the leader,” You told him, surprised.

“Well, I guess that’s your first lesson, then,” Johnny said, sitting on his bunk. It creaked under his weight. “Don’t go assumin’ things. Randall likes to… supervise, I s’pose. He lets Lloyd take care of his business unless things get rowdy. Randall only likes to jump in when there’s an ass whoopin’ to be dealt. He loves any chance to prove he’s the biggest swingin’ dick on this side of the tracks.”

“Yeah, I knew a few o’ them back in my town,” You replied evenly. “Lemme guess, mean drunk?”

“Right on the money,” Johnny said. “He’s a short, stumpy, angry son of a bitch just about all the time, but more so when he drinks. And he drinks a lot. And often. Other’n that, this job ain’t so hard. Break up fights, arrest troublemakers, that sorta thing. Simple fights get a few days in a cell, assaults are a couple weeks and a fine. Anything bigger’n that goes in front of the judge. Judge Jones makes a rulin’ and we take care of the rest. We don’t hold prisoners indefinitely; long term prisoners are taken to the big house in Sacramento. We do the hangin’s here, though.”

“Have there been many hangin’s?” You asked.

“None so far,” Johnny said, taking a swig from a flask that was sitting on his bedside table. “And I aim to keep it that way.”

“Hence my arrival,” You ventured.

Johnny huffed a laugh. “No offense, kid, but I was doin’ just fine long before that uncle o’ yours got a bee in his bonnet about Randall and his boys. I didn’t ask for help, don’t think I need any help, and you comin’ here hasn’t changed my mind an inch. Just do as your told and stay outta my way, and we’ll get along just fine.”

You ducked your head sideways in acknowledgement. “Fair enough. Hopefully I won’t be sittin’ around all the time, though. I like to be movin’ and doin’.”

“There’ll be plenty for you to do, kid, don’t you be worryin’ ‘bout that,” He said, slapping both of his knees and standing abruptly. “Come on, let’s get you squared away. We’re gon’ need to get the blacksmith to fashion you a badge. You can unpack later.”

As Johnny promised, there was plenty to do, including cleaning the cells, brushing down Johnny’s horse, and mending the corral fence. If you didn’t know better, you were more of a work hand to Johnny than a deputy. You might have been annoyed by this, but it was better than city living. New York was just so damn boring and unfamiliar compared to the farm. This was all more natural to you.

Later that evening, you and Johnny met up with your uncle and an older gentleman in the Sixer’s. They were at a table playing cribbage and eating an evening meal. Uncle George bid the two of you to pull up a seat and asked the centaur barmaid to bring two more bowls of stew and some beer.

“Son, this is my good friend, Judge Herbert Jones,” Uncle George said, pointing. “You’ll be dealing with him mostly when it comes to crimes bigger than simple brawls.”

“Your Honor,” You said, shaking the older man’s hand.

“Jones is fine, boy. How old are you?” He asked.

“Twenty,” You answered.

“Old enough,” Jones said. “Welcome to town. Johnny’s been doin’ a hell of a job before now, but with Randall’s gang takin’ up residence just outside of town, we need the extra hands.”

“I respectfully disagree, Judge, but your word is, in fact, the law ‘round here, so I won’t complain,” Johnny said, leaning back as the barmaid set a his food in front of him.

“I recommended hirin’ on three deputies,” Jones said, pointing his fork at Johnny. “Be grateful you managed to talk me down to one.”

Johnny flicked his hat in acknowledgement and started eating.

“Oh, lord,” Uncle George said. “Speak of the devil and he shall appear.”

I turned to look at the saloon doors and saw Lloyd come in, followed by another minotaur. This one resembled a Shorthorn, dappled red and white, and though taller than you, he was much shorter than Johnny. One of his horns was broken. He had a sunken, sallow look about his face and he had a cob pipe sticking out of his lips. He had an open bottle of something that he took a swig from.

“Oi!” The barmaid said in a heavy Southern Irish accent. She was wearing a leather corset over a lace blouse and a red bolero jacket. Her eugenia riding hat was festooned with silk flowers and feather fascinators. Her brown horse half was unadorned, though her black tail was intricately braided. “Ya can’t be bringin’ yer own booze in my establishment, ya gobshite! ”

“Settle, Bláithín,” Johnny said, standing. “I’ll handle this.”

“Ya better, boy-o,” Bláithín said, folding her arms. “They’re already owed a baytin for bashin’ me windas. Last those mogs set foot in here, they got scuttered and run out all my punters.”

“I got it, I got it,” Johnny said, holding up his hands.

“Hey there, Sheriff,” Randall said, walking up to Johnny. With the two of them standing face-to-face, their height difference was even more pronounced. “Heard you got a new deputy from Lloyd. Made quite the impression, as I heard it.”

Johnny snorted in annoyance. “Kid,” He said flatly. “You got callers.”

You stepped forward and to Johnny’s right. “Evenin’, Lloyd,” You said, raising your hat minutely. “I’m assumin’ this must be Randall. Howdy?”

“Howdy,” Randall said slowly, looking you up and down. “He’s a strong lookin’ fella, John. Thought you liked your boys soft.”

“Shut your mouth,” Johnny said in a harsh undertone, a clear warning in his voice.

“What’s he--”

“Nothin’,” Johnny said, interrupting you. “Don’t meddle in business that don’t concern you.” His tone made it clear he was in no mood for questions.

Don’t concern me? You thought. Wasn’t Randall talking about past deputies?

Judge Jones stood up and folded his arms, looking at the scene dryly.

“Alright, boys, I think it’s time for y’all to be movin’ on,” He said.

“Now, now, Judge, we just got here,” Randall drawled.

“Bláithín’s rules are simple. No bringin’ in your own liquor, so’s I think you’d best be off.”

Randall took a long, long draw from his bottle while staring at the judge. When he was finished, he stepped in close, really close, to Johnny and whispered, “You got this town in your pocket, sheriff, but if I wanted, I could have you hanged with a snap of my fingers. I could bring a whole mob of people here and watch you dangle from a tree. You think on that ‘fore you go around tellin’ people what to do.” He backed up and turned to Lloyd. “Let’s go. We’ll be back, horse girl. Best have your best whiskey out or you regret it.”

“Go score a goat’s arse, you chancer!” She shouted at his retreating back, stamping her front hoof in agitation. They left through the swinging door, leaving silence in their wake.

Johnny was breathing hard. What Randall said had riled him up, but he was clearly struggling to maintain control. His sudden shift in temperament had completely confused you. He turned around mechanically without saying anything and sat back down at the table, continuing to eat his dinner.

“I believe it’s time to call it a night,” Uncle George said. “Interest you in a night cap at the courthouse, Herb?”

“Sounds good to me,” Jones said. “Boys,” He said, tipping his hat as he followed Uncle George out.

You turned and regarded Johnny, eating his stew as if he’d not eating in days, though he didn’t seem to be enjoying it. When he was finished, he downed his beer, threw some coins on the table, and walked out without a word.

You were going to go after him, but Bláithín stopped you.

“I wouldna bother him, buck,” she said. “John’s a solitary man. Needs his time alone.”

“What did Randall mean?” You asked.

“Even if I knew, it wouldn’t be my tale to tell, lad,” She said, wiping down the bar. “John’s a new addition to this town, only been here a month or two, brought on by the judge. Much of his past is a mystery, and he’s not exactly chatty about himself.” She rested her elbow on the bar and put her chin on her palm, sighing. “A shame, that. I’d like a crack at that buck, I’ll tell ya. Laid it on thick when he first got to town. Most of the ladies did. Handsome, stern, and stoic: who wouldn’t like that? But,” She said, straightening up. “He passed on all of us. Dedicated to his work, he said.” She went back to wiping. “Your stew’s gettin’ cold, youngster.”

You sat back down at the table with your thoughts in a roil. What on earth could Randall do to get Johnny hanged? Johnny seemed like an upright, by-the-book man, so what could Randall possibly have on Johnny that would have him so stressed?

You bought another beer to wash down your dinner and give Johnny some more alone time, then finally wandered back to the jailhouse.

When you went into the bunkroom, Johnny was either asleep or pretending to be. You didn’t bother him.

Sitting on your bunk, you began to take off your boots and belt, looking over at Johnny. He had his shirt off and was sleeping in his trousers, faced against the wall. You admired the sculpted muscles of his shoulders as they merged smoothly with the contours of his back and down. His behind filled out his trousers pretty well, leaving little to the imagination. You wondered what it looked like without…

Suddenly, it hit you like a bolt of lightning. Didn’t seem interested in any of the women, didn’t want deputies, kept to himself and didn’t talk about his past, had a secret that could get him hanged. Of course, it was obvious. Johnny was just like you.

You had been attracted to men since you could remember, and when you first told your father at age eight, he’d beaten you senseless. You found out that loving men was considered “perverse” and “indecent” and, more importantly, illegal. It wasn’t an executable offense, but lynch mobs didn’t care much about that. So you hid your true nature all your life, fending off women and keeping lovers secret, not that you’d had many.

You lay back in your bunk and stared at the ceiling, willing yourself not to ogle Johnny in the dark.

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

Hello and welcome:

@purpleskiesandcherrypies​  (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon​  (Kat)  

@waywardbaby​  (Zee)

@ain-t-bovvered  (Giulia)

Giulia: I HATE THIS

Giulia: BTW

Giulia: IF ANYONE WAS CURIOUS

Kat: Don’t worry you’ll hate it more later

Giulia: GREAT

Zee: Quit flapping your gums bitches

Nat : shall I count?

Giulia: Go when u post 🖕🏻

Nat : lol

Zee: Nice

Nat : i just go with GO

Giulia: Weak

Nat : ok

Nat : listen

Nat : 3

Nat : 2

Nat : 1

Nat : GO

Giulia: GREAT MUSIC

AH Y’ALL DON’T LISTEN TO THE LYRICS OF THIS SONG

Zee: Where’s carry on ?

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ Think of seasons that must end ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ 

Nat : I DON'T REMEMBER HALF OF WHAT THEY SHOW NOW.  It's erased from my memory

Giulia: look at my stupid baby

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ They will rise and fall again ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ 

Giulia: Oh look the dumb coffin

Nat : "I do believe in us."

Zee: John

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ Everything must have an end ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

Giulia: I DIDN T NEED JOHN AGAIN

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ Take it calmly and serene ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

BITCH HOW

Giulia: bye mary.Good riddance

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ It's the famous final scene ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

Zee: Maybe I should watch on mute

Kat: Shut up chuck

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ It's been coming on so long You were just the last to know ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

Zee: The fuck is this song ?

It's been a long time since you've smiled

Giulia: IDK I HATE IT

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ Seems like oh so long ago Now the stage has all been set ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

Giulia: bb Sob ....Them hair on fleek tho

Nat : What are the odds

Zee: BAMF Cas

Giulia: Idk seems so desperate

Kat: Always

Nat : So much grunting. So sexy

Giulia: AWE

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ Now the lines have all been read And you knew them all by heart ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

Kat: SAM

Kat: DEAN

Zee: He took jack

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ Here it comes the hardest part Try the handle of the road ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

Kat: over the shoulder like a sack of potatoes

ok I now it’s a serious moment but Dean skipping with his birb bowlegs is making me cackle so much i cannot

LOOK AT HIM ....*SNORTS*

oh look another meme

Giulia: Sam just casually shoving a ghost out of the way

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ As the light fades from the screen From the famous final scene ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

Zee: Ok

Zee: I hate it

Giulia: OH THAT TITLE CARD

Nat : Ah great title card

ok but ....* slows down frames and saves some of them* WHAT’S THIS

Whatever let’s just go back to more pressing matters

Lol that is so not Misha carrying Jack tho

Giulia: Misha’s fingers be that thick

Zee: Focus

Giulia: Lol dean reaching for that booze, I mean SAME.

Nat : AW CAS

Giulia: Awe SAM

Zee: Sam panting

D: He didn’t deserve this

Kat: Aw

S: Cass, is he here? C- C-Can you... Can you...?

Giulia: SAM 

Nat : "I don't think so"

Nat : I cry

Giulia: I CRY

Giulia: Sam’s pain is physical

Giulia: I cannot

I mean,...they do look like zombies. 

D: Chuck... He said, "Welcome to the End”.  What... What does that mean?

Zee: Welcome to the end

D: Cass? Come on, man! Ideas!

Team free Stress

Giulia: It means final season

D: Can you smite our way out of here?

Zee: Cas squint

C: No. You saw them. I would be overwhelmed, Dean.

Well I honestly thought Dean actually asked if Cas could fly them off there....which...well don’t think it can happen if the state of his wings are the same, BUT STILL, we don’t actually know becasue PLOTHOLES. But whatever man, I still love my show.

D: Great. So we go outside, we get ripped apart. We stay in here, w- what, starve to death?!

C: I wouldn’t starve

Nat : WELL GOOD FOR YOU

Giulia: WeLl gOoD fOr yOu

Kat: Love the sass

D: Son of a bitch

the fandom:  * CHEERS*

Giulia: Sure he knew

D: He's always so squirrelly, you know, with the...with the... the robe and the beard and...the smile that's, like, half-nice, half "I'm gonna rip your throat out. "

Giulia: Oh that true

Nat : Aw Dean

Giulia: AHAHAHA

Giulia: DEAN’s SALTY AF

Nat : Me

Zee: Those fingers tho

Giulia: Why don t they let cas do that, come on

Nat : So much grunting and panting in the first couple of minutes

Nat : I love it

Giulia: Gotta isolate just those

Nat: Cas doesn't want to help

Giulia: Nice

Nat : AH well

Zee: Hello

Giulia: …

Giulia: WELL HELLO GOOD MORNING TO ME

Nat : Now he did

a wild Jack appears

Nat : Ah

Zee: What?

Nat : what

Kat: Hahahahahaha

Giulia: JESUS CHRIST

Nat : IN THE HELL

Giulia: the fuck

Kat: Demon!Jack

Giulia: OH COME ON

Nat : AW DEMON JACK

d!Jack: HELLO

S: Jack! you are alive

oh Sam...baby

Zee: Shut up

d!Jack: I- I'd do the whole eyes thing, but, uh, yeah, no eyes.

Nat : WITH SASS

Team free confused

Zee: Blending

Kat: Weekend at Bernie’s haha

Giulia: SO GOOD THO

Nat : Nice glasses

C: Get out of him

Zee: What he said

d!Jack : Okay? Uh, where do I start? Like at the first day of school. Uh, hi.Uh, my name is Belphegor. And, I'm, uh, here from...

Angry Cass approaching

C: i said get out of him. I’m not gonna ask again

me: 

D: Cass. Let him speak.

C: He's an abomination!

Giulia: AWE CAS

Nat : Cas is having none of it

B: You're an abomination with that stupid, dumb trench coat.

Kat: You’re an abomination with that trenchcoat 🤣

Zee: I love Cas

Giulia: but also love Alex

Giulia: STUPID DUMB TRENCHCOAT

Zee: Listen to your husband Cas

C: He is defiling Jack's corpse!

D: But if he can help... [angrily] Jack's gone, alright?

Giulia: STOP IT DEAN

Giulia: sob

S: So we are...

B: The Winchesters

Nat : "I read the papers" lol

B: Anyway, I'm guessing this whole, uh, Hellmouth thing is kind of, uh, you?

i MEAN HE’S NOT WRONG

C: No. It was God.

B: Okay, okay. Look. I-I'm not some crossroad demon. I'm not even one of those black-eyed goons

Giulia: Who the fuck are u

Nat : Virgin puppies  EW

Nat : TwinSiEs

Nat : snorts

Giulia: We are NOT twinsies

Cas is ready to slap a bitch

Giulia: So strange seeing jack like that tho

Nat : But so good

Zee: He be good

B: Ohh. Little spell. You know, nothing major. Just need some graveyard dirt... and some, uh, angel blood.

Giulia: Yeah, of course, let s use cas again

*Snort* .... he’s so offeded

WHAT A MOOD

Nat : what

Giulia: What he do

Nat : WHAT

Giulia: Really

Nat : who is that

Nat: HOW

Giulia: Oh come on

Giulia: I DONT TRUST THIS

Nat : ME NEITHER HIGH FIVE

Giulia: TOO EASY

B: Hey it worked! High five

Giulia: WHAT

Nat : I'LL PUNCH YOU

Well I wouldn’t want to be the graveyard guys in the morning

Nat : Ah that music

Zee: Future deaths

Nat : Ah bloody mary

Giulia: “oH mY gOd” Who still does that anyway

Nat : Bloody Mary messes with cellphones now

Giulia: A bitch gotta get on with the future

Giulia: Those nails be nasty

Nat : Mhh...  She's more evil than before I would guess

B: I mean, come on. I look good.

Giulia: That cas squint

Giulia: Yeah Cas does not like

Nat : Cas is suspicious

Nat : They act like they're surprised about 2-3billion souls in hell

Kat: I was surprised the number was that low

B: Imagine a salt circle a mile wide No ghosts get in, no ghosts get out.

S: Yeah. Great. Okay.

C: NO. That town... Harlan, Kansas...is less than a mile from the cemetery.

D: Then we get everybody out.

C: How?

D: WE LIE

Giulia: what else is nee

Giulia: Nee

Giulia: New

Nat : lol

Zee: New

Nat : Nee

Giulia: Great Another typo that will hunt us all

Giulia: Why this time the blood looks fake af

Nat : That my car

Zee: Woman in white

S: Dean, this could be our woman in white.

D: Dude. We sent her to Hell years ago.

S:Yeah, but she could be back.

Nat : Dean just realized

D: Well, if she's back, then they're all back. Every last one that we ever killed.

Giulia: I also just realized that we are seeing them again. My babies. I hugged those bitches S.  O. B

Nat : Aw bb

Kat: Lucky you

Zee: Giuls bb. Shut the fuck up please

I must say tho....that must have felt really depressing for them...I mean..all their work just ...puff....

Giulia: Fuck clows

Nat : Ah no

Giulia: Fuck them

Nat : Stupid clowns

Giulia: Fuck off

Giulia: Drive the fucking car into the door

Nat : Wouldn't get through.

Kat: No keys

Nat : Not enough space to fully accelerate

Zee: So much science

Giulia: Ugh true

Zee: Wtf is sam’s hair?

D: We can handle the evac, so why don't you grab Crowley Jr. here whatever he needs for his spell?

C: NO

D: 

Well he didn’t expect that 

C: Dean, I can't. I-I...I can't even look at him.

Giulia: AWE CAS

Nat : Aw Cas

Giulia: AWE AWEEEEEE

Giulia: IM HURT.IM BADLY HURT

C: Um... I...

Awe I think even Dean expected that reaction from Cas. I’m so hurt y’all....so hurt.

WHAT ARE THOSE ROLLING EYES DEAN JFC

Giulia: that sheriff a bit out of it

Kat: Small town. Probably doesn’t have to do much

Nat : Jack probably has his own agenda. "Jack"

Giulia: Yeah

Belphy seeing the gun with that ridiculous nerd name: um....what’s that?

D: Don’t worry about it

B: ok cool

B: So, people are, like, crazy good-looking now, eh?

D: what

B: I mean, the last time I was on Earth, I mean, I was human. Ah, it was a while ago. I mean, but, you know, we were all worshipping308 this giant rock that looked like a huge penis, and...

Giulia: Wait what

Kat: Huge penis rock

Giulia: thank you

B: Anyway, folks back then, they were, uh, ugly. You know? Had a lot of humps. I mean, a lot.

B:  Look at 'em now.

D: 

B:I mean, look at you . I mean, you're, uh, you know, gorgeous

Giulia: HE IS

ALL OF US : WE KNOW

Nat : GET THE FUCK IN LINE FAKE JACK

Kat: BEHIND ME

B: So, uh...who was... he, anyway? 

D: He was our kid. Kinda.

Zee: Our kid

Giulia: OMG NO SOB

Nat: I cry

Zee: Shut up dean

Kat: OUR KID

Giulia: IM SO HURT

D: Alright. So, what do you need for this spell?

B: you know, nothing much. Big bag of salt.

D: Easy

B: And a... And a human heart.

Giulia: a human heart

Nat : what else ,easy

Kat: OF COURSE

Giulia: CAS LOOKS YUMMY YUUUUUMMY

Kat: OF COURSE

Giulia: LOOK AT HIM

Nat : Giuls people are dying

Giulia: HEWWO

Zee: And thicc

Nat : "insert Kim K gif"

Giulia: WELL AT LEAST THEY HAVE A NICE THING TO LOOK AT

Giulia: Nice thic, tan things

Giulia: With great hair

Giulia: Nice eyes

Giulia: I should focus

Nat : Cas saw?

Zee: Yeah

Giulia: So thic

Kat: Aw poor dead girls

Nat : GIULS FOCUS

Giulia: That shirt is crying for mercy

Giulia: Yeah yeah Sorry

Giulia: *keeps looking at those pecs*

Giulia: NO SAM WITH KIDS IM WEAK

Zee: Sam should stop exhaling like that

Nat : NO

Kat: Jared is 4 times the size of that kid

Giulia: STOP HURTING HIM

Kat: Yeah

Zee: Yeah bitch

Giulia: YAS CAS

Kat: I KNOW

Nat : Did Sam treat his bullet wound tho

Giulia: Probably just patched up

Giulia: angel with a shotgun

I love when Cas take care of Sam...so soft.

Nat : that's not a big bag of salt, Dean

D: Rowena, we need your help, so move your ass. What? No, I'm not...Move your exquisite ass, please.

Zee: Exquisite ass

Kat: EXQUISITE ASS PLEASE

Giulia: MOVE YOUR EXQUISITE ASS

D: Here’s your salt

US: Thanks we have plenty 

B: im a fan

Giulia: NO

Zee: Oh no bitch

Zee: NO

B: Yeah, I-I didn't want to say it in front of the other guys,but when you were in Hell, with Alastair, I, uh... I got a chance to watch you work. And, I mean, the things you did to those people, I mean, it wasn't torture. 

Kat: FUCKING ASSHOLE DEMON

Nat : OH NO

Giulia: BAD CHOICE OF WORDS

Giulia: FUCK

Nat : IT WAS ART

Kat: iT waS ArT

Giulia: Is it bad that I wanna watch that tho

Zee: WATCH WHAT?

Nat : YES

Giulia: DEAN’S “ART”

Zee: Wtf is wrong with you ?

B: And then every door in Hell just sprang open all at once.

D: Wait. Every door? Even the Cage?

Nat : Even the cage

Nat : OH NO

D: And Michael?

B: Well, last I heard, he was just sittin' there. Yeah, but if he got out, I mean... Ugh.

Giulia: Lol ADAM

B: I mean...he wouldn't hold a grudge, right?

Giulia: *SNORTS* SURE

Nat : Ah that looks nasty

Kat: YALL WATCH CAREFULLY COMING UP

Zee: Can I love Cas in this ep?

Giulia: Oh cas can mend shirt too

Nat : SNORTS

Nat : WHAT DO YOU MEAN

Nat : Ah

Giulia: i don t like what is going on

Kat: JUST WATCH

Zee: Fuck

Nat : I HATE THIS KAT

Giulia: WHAT

Nat : AH NO

Giulia: NO

Nat : SHIT WHAT

Kat: I TOLD YOU

Giulia: WHAT WAS THAT

Nat : WHAT IS GOING ON

Nat : EVIL SAM IS IN THAT WOUND

But let us take a blurred , closer, look tho: 

*GASPS*

THAT’S THIC BEARD DEAN

YUM

those are definitely black eyes. 

WHAT IS GOING OOOOOOOOOOON

Giulia: Oh I remember that clock, leave a comment if you do too.

Nat : btw All the ghosts don't look very scary

Kat: All these ghosts look old af

Zee: Them bow legs

Giulia: Look at that strut

Kat: Fresh would be better lol

B: cOOL

Giulia: Zee’s that u

Casually punching a hole into someone chest to rip a heart out

Giulia: Got a heart

Nat : WHAT

Kat: Damn fake Jack

Zee: Get away kid

Nat : YOU DON'T SAY

Nat : GOOD FOR YOU

Giulia: Oh the lake ghost

Giulia: Oh ya RUN BB RUN

Kat: That kid is too calm

Zee: It’s not ok

Giulia: it s noooot

Nat : No, he didn't

Nat : Sam did

Zee: You shot me

Giulia: SNORTSP

Kat: You shot me 🤣🤣

Kat: Bad ghost bad

Giulia: Well that was scary

Nat : Stop hurting Sam

Zee: STOP HURTING SAM

Giulia: OH LOOK I LOVE CAS WITH THE SHOTGUN

Zee: WE BEEN KNEW

Nat : OF COURSE YOU DO

Giulia: AWE HE S SAVING SAM

Nat : The ghosts all look weird af

Giulia: True

Kat: They are 15 years older okay

Giulia: Must be the daylight

Zee: I don’t trust jack

Giulia: well is not jack

Giulia: AWE

Nat : AH HE IS FAST HE HAS LONG LEGS

Giulia: I’m worried about Misha's hip

Zee: Shut up

Giulia: Shut up

Kat: AAAAAHHHHH SHUT UP

Giulia: Good gif to use

Nat : he said it like Stepford Sam

Kat: MMHHMM

Giulia: Right?

Giulia: Listen to that PUR

Kat: SO GOOD

Giulia: the angel thing

Nat : So 4 people fit in the back

Nat : lol

Giulia: GOOD TO KNOW

Nat : Ah, not sexual

Zee: Or two horizontal ones

Kat: Well one is a small child

Giulia: Me and Nat are small child size

Nat : Yes

D:  You okay?

C: Yes, but...

Giulia: UGH

Nat : lol

B: Wow! Awkward WANNA TALK ABOUT IT

Zee: Is that a no?

Nat : LISTEN TO HIM DEAN

Zee: That’s a no

Kat: Ooohhh they so pissed

Giulia: SO PISSED

Giulia: SO TENSE

Nat : SO HOT

Giulia: THEY SHOULD RELAX

Giulia: I JUST HAPPEN TO KNOW HOW

Giulia: what

D: Right now we get you fixed up.

S: what

Nat : I'M FINE

Giulia: Yeah open that shirt

Nat : Do you hear that

Nat : FIIIIIINNNEEEEEEE

D: We've been going nonstop. Let me see it.

D: There's no exit wound.

Giulia: DON T TALK LIKE THAT

Nat : Yeah, sure Jan

D: Hey, do you remember when we were little? What I would do to distract you whenever I'd rip off a Band-Aid or something like that?

S: Yeah. You'd tell some stupid joke.

Kat: Omg such a soft moment

Nat : Aw

Nat : Don't come up with old stories now. I'll cry

D: Come on. Knock, knock.

S: Who's...*HISSING*

D: Still got it

Kat: My boys 😭

Nat : It's Jensen face

The little shit face 

Giulia: Well I don t see white foam

Nat : Are you surprised?

Zee: My god

D: Just when we thought we had a choice. You know, whenever we thought we had free will. We were just rats in a maze. Sure, we could go left. Sure, we could go right. But we were still in the damn maze. Just makes you think, if all of it... you know, everything that we've done...What did it even mean?

S: It meant a lot. We still saved people.

D: Yeah, but what for? You know?  Just so he could throw another End of the World at us and then sit back and chug popcorn?

Giulia: I wanna chug popcorn

Nat : Yeah, ya did Sam

Nat : But I get Dean

Zee: Sam still believes

S: But now he’s gone

Nat : YA THINK

S: He gets bored and... and... and... and pulls the ripcord.I mean, that's what he did with Apocalypse World and... and probably with all of them. He moves on, starts another story. But you know what?

Giulia: GOOD

S: For the first time. It's just us.

Zee: What’s one more apocalypse right?

Giulia: 

“What’s one more apocalypse right?” -shit that SPN fans says

S: When we win this, God's gone There's no one to screw with us. There's no more maze. It's just us. And we're free.

D: So you and me versus every soul in Hell? I like those odds.

D: Well, you know what that means.

S: We got work to do.

Giulia: WHAT

Giulia: ALREADY

Nat : WHAT

Zee: Why is it over ?

Giulia: ...it flew

Kat: Hehehe

Nat : FINISHED?

Nat : EH

Nat : WAIT WAS THAT 40 MINUTES ALREADY

Kat: That end though

Giulia: ...what

Nat : What

Giulia: What happened

Kat: The throwback

Zee: Yeah it was

Giulia: what trip was that

Zee: I just exhaled

Nat : What was that

Giulia: WE VE GOT WORK TO DO

Giulia: That was so fast

Kat: SOBA

Giulia: TRAILER

Nat : I hate them

Zee: Oh come on

Nat : i am watching trailer now

Giulia: EH NOTHING MUCH

Kat: Yeah

Nat : LOL I KNOW AS MUCH AS I DID BEFORE

Kat: WHAT

Nat : WTF

Kat: IT’S OVER

Nat : I am not overly impressed

Nat : Dean didn’t finish his knock knock joke

Nat : I’m sangry

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Office Woes, part 1 (Michael the Great Arc Angel POV)

It was yet another day amidst a pandemic of the Coronavirus and spiritual warfare. It was my appointed task from Ahayah, the true creator of this world and all worlds, that I was to protect and serve the people of Gwinnett County, Georgia. I also was appointed to protect the people of Walton and Clarke Counties by Xara Nahara Campinelli. I am honored to be Michael the Great Arc Angel.

Once again, I spent my morning flying over people who had no concept of how to drive. They were going the wrong way through the intersections, shoving their cell phones in their butts while driving, and playing rap sounds. Rap is not a form of music. It offends me and Ahayah. When I hear it, I burn the source of the sound with laser eye beams. If I hear the "Ooh shit! You Got Coronavirus" song one more time, I plan to stomp on the vehicle where the car is coming from and of course spare the life of the son of a bitch who played that song.

In other news, a goat in a suit and tie was jacking off while he drove. He looked like Paul the Goat, the same goat who helped with quality control of produce in Kroger later that day.

At least Gwinnett County drivers weren't as terrible as those in Conyers, GA. It was truly the city of apes. Every time I fly over that city, my Intelligent Quotient drains from my mind and soul. I have to walk tall among the apes because my large angel wings don't work there. I question my angelic nature when I am there. I am the man on the fence who shrugs his shoulders. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. So I acted like an ape until I could fly again. I'm still in therapy with Ahayah about that issue. I go twice a month.

I arrived at the office in my majestic splendor. The cops and I saluted each other as I walked in the building. Goats, humans, arc angels, and bears were processing paperwork and bitching at the pigs who did dispatch. I had to process the paperwork, call Paw Patrol, a series of small dogs who were good at life, if any social services were required, and sing if any babies or mothers were upset at or around each other. My baritone voice calms down the general populace.

"Good morning! Good morning!" Ned, a short goat with glasses, brown curly hair, and a white shirt with a pocket protector, shouted. He bleated.

"Good morning. What's the situation?" I asked as I walked with strength to my desk.

"Gwinnet County hasn't burned to the ground yet. Melissa is late for work. La Bamba in Walton County is running a special of five tacos for five dollars. Ricky Valens hasn't been brought back to life to sing 'La Bamba.' Satan still thinks he is going to win the spiritual war going on outside. And BLM hasn't been summoned yet. CERN is still at large opening portals to hell. Edward Snowden is alive and in prison. We still have no access to the Vatican's telescope on Mount Graham in Arizona," Ned took a deep breath before continuing. "And the son of a bitch delivery boy from Grub Hub spilled my drink on the desk."

"Very good. I authorize a pardon for Melissa's lateness. She is at a meeting with Ahayah. I think it's about female stuff," I spoke, but then shouted. "WHY THE FUCK HASN'T RICHY VALENS been brought back to life? He is supposed to sing a cover of 'Earth Angel' at NOON!!!"

"I'm sorry. The pigs at Dispatch are fucking up the resurrection spell!" Ned shouted.

"AAAAHHHH!!!! Ahayah, guide me! I need the voice of Richy Valens! I need to practice singing so that the 'Earth Angel' can bless Georgia," I shouted.

All of a sudden, I heard "Oooooooh Donna!" come out of my mouth in Richy Valen's voice. I sang "Donna" to calm the pigs at Dispatch and to the children who needed Child Protective Services.

Melissa the Great Arc Angel flew through the door. Her brown hair flowed in the air as she descended into the office. Her blue eyes showed fury in them. "Sorry I'm late. I would have been later if Richy Valens wasn't singing. Thank you, Richy Valens," she said in a strong voice as she went to her desk. "When are we going to lunch? La Bamba is running a special on five tacos for five dollars, and I'm ready to get my dance on?"

"No problem. This beats working for the Angel of Death for seven years. Those stories are still great to tell at parties. Unfortunately, I had to steal the soul of a Richy Valens fan one time. Did I mention that I was the one who stole the soul of Courtney Love? Her music was okay, but she needed to stay off the drugs," I said as I printed documents for the pigs at Dispatch to deal with. I would hate to be those sons and daughters of possible bitches. "Also, I think lunch will be after the singing of 'Earth Angel.'"

Melissa the Great Arc Angel laughed loudly. "I took the soul of Kurt Cobain. I was singing Nirvana songs for weeks afterward. I'd like to talk about it at lunch," she said as she sent faxes to the Gwinnett County Fire Department. She added a snarky office chuckle.

"Good riddance. Eddie Vedder has a much better voice. I'd rather hear those stories," I said. "Why couldn't you take his soul?"

"Excuse me! Ahayah required him to live!" Melissa the Great Arc Angel said vehemently. "Would you like to talk about our back story to the new hires?" Her blue eyes and smile sparkled.

"True. But still, Kurt Cobain? How about the son of a bitch who is the lead singer if Smashing Pumpkins. That mother fucker is talented," I said. "Also! Back stories are NEVER to be discussed with new hires! George Lucas specifically made that a rule! Those are strictly for the break room!" I slammed my fist on my desk.

"Billy needed to tell his life story on the Joe Rogan show, and NOT to the new hires on set. Sorry, Michael. He and I both have the same question. Is making music really something that has to involve signing your life away to these record labels?" Melissa the Great Arc Angel asked.

"He had no idea what he got himself into until it was too late," I said before the printer jammed. I looked at it before I said, "You son of a bitch I don't have time for this shit!"

The printer was jamming up and malfunctioning.

"Yes, you asshole, you already printed this page," I said to the printer.

The printer then started printing in Spanish.

"Do any of the pigs in this office read Spanish?!" I asked. I understood Spanish, but it wasn't my job to deal with these notes.

The pigs were oinking up a storm as they called the police, firemen, rent-a-cops, sanitation workers, other dispatch offices, and churches.

I sighed. I took the notes to the pigs. Fuck it. They can figure it out.

A female pig linked and looked at the notes. "Ay caca! Otra vez de los hijos! Mama y papa estupidos hijos de las putas!" She started swearing in Spanish at Child Protective Services. Those kids were forced to wear clown suits and make videos to entertain the country clubs in Gwinnett County. I was hot with rage.

"THOSE BASTARDS HAVE PLENTY OF ENTERTAINMENT!!! CHILD CLOWNS ARE NOT ACCEPTABLE!" I shouted. The son of a bitch printer was still jammed.

What I read next was astounding. And I quote:

"An irate woman called the sheriff's department, the fire department, CNN, Fox News, and Todd from Myspace.com. She reported that Publix had moved the 'Whole Golden Kernel' corn 30 feet down the aisle from where it had been for over 20 years. The whole customer base was an outrage and wanted to beat the store owner's ass."

I screamed. "WHY THE FUCK DID THEY MOVE THE CORN????!!!" I shouted. I was so angry at all of this bullshit that I ripped the printer out of the wall and started beating the hell out of it with the sword.

"WHY THE FUCK WEREN'T THE POLICE CALLED FIVE MINUTES AGO?!" a bitchy pig from Dispatch asked.

"Michael the Great Arc Angel is beating the hell out of the printer!" Ned answered the bitchy pig.

"WHY THE FUCK IS HE DOING THAT?!" she asked.

"I DON'T KNOW! LET ME ASK!" Ned shouted. "MICHAEL THE GREAT ARC ANGEL, WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU BEATING THE PRINTER?!"

"I'M FIXING IT!!!" I shouted. "Goddamn mudder fudder..." I spoke in tongues at the printer as the reel ended up on the other side of the office. The black ink covered the dark green carpet which had ugly pink spots. The ink improved the carpet.

Miraculously, I fixed the printer and had it in working condition. Now that's what I call Imformation Technology! Orders were backed up, so the papers sprouted wings and flew to their respective desks. Everyone in the office was swearing as they tried to file paperwork. The pigs and bears were using the extra copies of the documents to wipe their asses.

Gabriel the Great Arc Angel burned his extra copies to relieve stress and anxiety. He also hired Peter Griffin for midday beer runs.

A call came in.

"Hello!" I shouted.

"Excuse me, sir. Are you sexually frustrated?" the caller asked.

I sighed and transferred that call to the pigs.

I was filing paperwork and checking E-mails before another call came in. "HELLO!!!" I shouted.

"Hello. Guiseppe would like to speak to you regarding business with the Mafia, Atlanta Chapter!" a guido sang to me.

"GODDAMMIT I TOLD YOU TO NEVER CALL ME ON THIS LINE!!!!" I shouted as I stood up and shot death lasers through my eyes at the wall in my cubicle that permanent permanent burn marks. The roof became temporarily detached from the building.

Ned came in and threw a cup of coffee at me before he galloped out of the office for a break.

I caught the coffee and drank it as I stared at that burn mark. The Guido transferred me to over to the Atlanta Mafia. The leader was a bear who was growling at me.

I growled in fluent bear and explained that there was a restraining order in place, and that those Italian bears were not to contact me. I faxed the documents proving that my loans were forgiven by Ahayah.

"SORRY! I WON'T BOTHER YOU AGAIN! THANK YOU!" the leader bear shouted as he hung up.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH BASTARD!!!" Melissa the Great Arc Angel screamed. "Send the fax to the Gwinnett County Medical Center you son of a bitch! PEOPLE'S LIVES ARE AT STAKE!!!" She was beating the desk near the fax machine.

I sighed, took a deep breath, and did what any responsible Great Arc Angel would do: rip the fax machine out of the wall and bang it against the top of my head several times over.

A black pig who looked like Mr. T just stared at me and asked, "What the fuck are you doing now?!"

"FIXING THE FAX MACHINE!" I shouted before the phone rang in my office.

Everyone else was too busy cussing at whatever to answer my phone. One exceptionally large male pig even screamed, "YES I AM SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT???!!!" So I walked over to my phone while I was still beating the fax machine against my head. Melissa the Great Arc Angel was singing "Part of that World" in Ariel from The Little Mermaid to someone on her phone line.

I answered the phone and started screaming and continued to beat the fax machine against the top of my head.

There was a pause at the other end of the line before a goat bleated.

I bleated, "I'm sorry we haven't faxed over the instructions to the EMTs at the Gwinnett County Medical Center. Our fax machine needs fixed."

He bleated, "That's some bullshit. A man is liberally being suffocated by COVID-19!"

I bleated, "Couldn't I just text the instructions over?" I was all the while beating the fax machine on my head.

He bleated, "I wish. Group texts never work. OH SHIT THE SONG IS PLAYING!"

I beat the fax machine to the rhythm of the "Ooh shit You Got Coronavirus!" song. I even added a dance as I finished beating the fax machine against my head. The damn thing was fixed, so I plugged it back into the wall near Melissa the Great Arc Angel. She was now singing "Poor Unfortunate Souls" in Ursula's voice. I think she was talking about everyone on Earth.

I bleated, "I'll be right over!" I then hung up the phone and flew the fuck out of the office at the speed of Superman. I used to be Superman until an orange female cat named Kissy meowed a great meow and called upon the Heavens in Swamp Business. Ahayah appointed me to answer the call of Kissy Anne Campinelli and gave me the title Great Arc Angel.

As I flew out of the office, a pterodactyl flew in and started screaming her head off. A goat spilled coffee and bleated swear words. That was a typical day at the office. My wings beat against the wind and rain outside. I sighed and flew over cars that were hydroplaning.

One of the cars was playing DarthSydePhineas nerd rap, and as much as I hate rap most of the time, this mother fucker is talented. I can see why Xara and Count Colonel Mac listen to this guy. I wanted to get on the ground and dance, but I had a life to save at the Gwinnett County Medical Center.

Some dumbass in a piece of shit sedan ran a red light in the middle of this storm. He was playing "Yeah!" by DarthSydePhil as he was speeding on the stream road: https://youtu.be/aZ7iZrpB2Lc

"No. Fuck this guy," I said as I sounded like DarthSydePhineas and swooped from the sky and lifted this guy off the road.

He screamed like the little bitch ass bitch he was.

I screamed back. "That's what I think of you. You damn near ran into that 2000 Toyota Tacoma who was rightfully trying to turn left. You're a bitch," I said.

"Am I going to hell?" the bitchass young kid driver asked.

"Not necessarily. It isn't my choice," I said as I flew his ass to the Gwinnett County Medical Center.

"I Spawn, I Die!" by DarthSydePhineas started playing from his radio. I agreed with the lyrics of the song: https://youtu.be/gVq03wz6DeA

"Where are you taking me?" the bitch ass bitch asked.

"To Gwinnett Medical Center. I have lives to save there. I am required to sing "Earth Angel" by Harry Waters, Jr. and Marvin Berry," I said.

"Who the fuck are they?" he asked. DarthSydePhineas was now talking bullshit about Fall Guys, a new video game in which everyone looks like a minion from Despicable Me.

"Musicians," I said before I threw that piece of shit sedan into the heavens. DarthSydePhineas's voice was fading away as his car flew the fuck into the sky. The last thing I heard DarthSydePhineas say "Oh shit. I got screwed!!!"

I descended into the Emergency Room and sang in my full baritone voice "Earth Angel" to an elderly couple that was close to death. It was then noon.

"Earth angel, Earth angel, will you be mine?

My darling dear, love you all the time.

I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

Earth angel, Earth angel, the one I adore

Love you for ever, and ever more.

I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

I fell for you, and I knew

The vision of your love's loveliness.

I hope and I pray, that some day

I'll be the vision of your hap, happiness.

Earth angel, Earth angel, please be mine.

My darling dear, love you all the time.

I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

I fell for you, and I knew

The vision of your love's loveliness.

I hope and I pray, that some day

I'll be the vision, the vision of your happiness.

Oh, oh, oh, Earth angel, Earth angel, please be mine.

My darling dear, love you for all time.

I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you."

The elderly couple ascended to heaven. Everyone was emotionally moved by this Code 1 situation, in which sirens and lights were sounding on cop cars around us.

The goat bleated and cried. "Thank you, Michael the Great Arc Angel," he said. "We are distraught. Can you sing songs to calm our nerves so that we can deal with living with this miserable world?"

A goat doctor announced, "They died from Covid-19. We get $8,000 from the federal government, but this situation is still sad."

I sang "Amazing Grace," "We Shall Overcome," "Like A Shepherd Who Feeds His Flock," "One Bread One Body," and "Ave Maria."

After my last note in "Ave Maria," a disgruntled pig called me.

"What code?" I sang in my booming baritone voice.

"CODE 1! A grass monster is attacking Dunkin Donuts in Snellville!" the pig screamed before he snorted and hung up.

I flew out of the Gwinnett County Medical Center and to Dunkin Donuts. A church choir was singing in the sidewalk. I sang a few notes before I damn near ran into Aladdin and Jasmine on the magical flying carpet. I sang a few notes before saying, "This fly zone is for government officials only!"

The grass monster was eating the donuts as he terrorized the customers of Dunkin Donuts.

I flew down in splendor as I flapped my large white wings for effect. My eyes were blue with rage. I stared at the grass monster. "Did you pay for those donuts?" I asked.

"YES! They fucked my order up. They forgot to add the corn to my cornbread donuts. Sons of bitches!!" the grass monster yelled as he ate the top of the restaurant.

"THOSE BASTARDS!" I shouted. "Did you kill anyone?"

"Not yet. Most of those assholes ran out of the building. Fuck them," the grass monster said as he ate the building.

"Good. Fuck them indeed. Anyway, I am heading to a better restaurant for lunch, care to join?" I asked.

"Hell yes. Where?" the grass monster asked.

"La Bamba," I answered.

"Ooooh. I love Mexican!" the grass Monster shouted.

"Let us go!" I shouted as I picked him up and flew out of there. What was left of the Dunkin Donuts building somehow became on fire. It was time for my lunch break. I didn't give a fuck. That Dunkin Donuts was horrible anyway.

We flew up so high in the sky that no one saw us. The grass monster was shouting with joy as we flew in the sky. Our descent was a bit rough. Aladdin and Jasmine were flying in the correct zone on their magic carpet.

"Excuse me! We're trying to get to La Bamba!" I shouted.

"Oh God! We always eat there! I'm trying to find a decent Middle Eastern Cuisine!" Jasmine shouted.

"Dilja Cafe Lounge in Decatur, GA," the grass monster said as we continued our descent into Loganville, GA.

"Thank you! Some asshole grass monster devoured the one we used to go to!" Aladdin called.

"The building tasted better than the food!" the grass monster called back.

We descended in the Loganville Crossing parking lot near La Bamba a few minutes later. I put the grass monster down before I brushed myself off.

He went in the restaurant. After flapping my wings to ensure no grass blades were on me, I walked in the restaurant.

Richy Valens was brought back to life. He was singing "La Bamba" in La Bamba! I hope to Goodness no one was going to say "La Bamba in La Bamba!" PeeWee Herman would be all over that.

Richy Valens's face was deep-faked on Melissa's body. Deep faking is a technology in which someone else's face can be programmed on your body. It's basic, really. I deep-faked Illidan's face on Grom Hellscream's face so many times when I played World of Warcraft, a popular multiplayer massive online roleplaying game.

I ordered the five tacos for five dollar special. The grass monster ordered the loaded nachos. He ate like crazy.

Richy Valens then returned to Heaven after he sang the song using Melissa the Great Arc Angel's body. Her face had returned.

"I'm starving!" she shouted as she stole one of my tacos.

"I PAID A DOLLAR FOR THAT!!!!" I shouted. The roof accidentally flew up from the restaurant. It then returned to its normal state.

"Sorry," she said as she finished her taco and ordered 50 tacos for $50. She WAS hungry.

"You will pay me back by not MENTIONING a back story on this restaurant," I said.

"I wasn't-" Melissa the Great Arc Angel started to say.

[jimlingss]

Jungle Park [1]

Chapter 1 - Chapter 1.5 OR Chapter 2

➜ Words: 4.9k

➜ Genres: Fluff, Light Humour (?), Slice of Life, Workplace Romance!AU

➜ Summary: The equation is simple. Hoseok needs to hire someone. You need a job. Except like any actual equation, it’s not fucking simple at all! Not when you have to add the fact that he was forced to hire someone he doesn’t want in his office, he has little respect for your job in general, and oh yeah...once upon a time you might have—*CENSORED*.

➜ Warnings: depiction of throwing up.

➜ Notes: oh shitttt, here’s finally Hoseok’s slice of life series. buckle up, folks. there’s an entire adventure waiting ahead.

Sometimes life can be so entirely mundane that you forget your surroundings. The routine falls into place, yesterday becoming today, tomorrow a reflection of all the other days until time blurs all together. Your body goes on autopilot, mind operating somewhere else as your skin and bones carry forth. And that’s how sometimes, you snap awake again and wonder:   How the hell did I get here?   Such a moment is now when you’re pulling up on the curb in front of a nightclub.   You scramble out the door before walking over to the two people standing in the street and greeting them. One girl is obviously wasted, mumbling incoherently and slumped over her more sober friend. The latter female grumbles in annoyance and thanks you when you help open the door, guiding her drunk friend inside.   “Where are you off to this evening?” you ask while closing your door, hands gripping on the steering wheel.   “Sixth street, please,” the sober one says in the backseat before she reaches over to her companion and tries to seat belt the girl in. But said girl only waves her off and instead leans over to where the front seat is. Her short blonde haircut brushes against her forehead, nearly pricking into her eyes that are blackened by smudged mascara. Her little black dress rides up unattractively and you realize her three inch high heels are held in her hands.   Every word is slurred and spoken slowly. “Wher’ ar’ we go...i..ng?”   “Home,” her friend answers. She appears a lot more put together than the other girl, sleek black hair behind her, deep blue dress complimenting her red lipstick. “Now can you please sit down so we can go, Choa?”   “No! Don’t wanna!” But the intoxicated female gets buckled in anyhow, despite her little temper tantrum. You offer a sympathetic smile to her friend before nodding and merging onto the street again. “Drive to his house! I wanna give him a piece of my mind!”   “No, you are not going to call him again. You won’t contact him. You most certainly will not go to his house. Come on! You’re better than this.”   “No, I’m not! I’m weak and I love him, Yura!” Choa wails out in sobs and the other girl sighs in exhaustion. “And that fucking bastard took my heart and ripped it into shreds! He cheated on me, can you believe that?!”   You realize she’s talking to you, so you nod, glancing in the rear-view mirror. “Sounds horrible…”   “Yeah! He cheated with my fucking mother!” She laughs hysterically, on the verge of violent sobs. “He’s a motherfucker!”   You raise your brows, finding it difficult to keep your eyes on the road when you’re brought to such speechlessness. “That’s...uh…that’s really unfortunate.”   “He was supposed to marry me!” She’s screaming in both spite and sadness. “I even picked out a wedding dress! It was a Vera Wang! And I lost the receipt! What am I supposed to do with it now?!”   She continues on her rant, spilling all her deepest darkest secrets to you, a stranger. “You know, I thought he was cheating on me with that bitch secretary of his. I know she tried to seduce him on a business trip once, but he told me he loved me and he wouldn’t want anyone else but me. And..and..and I trusted him! But lo and behold, I go back to my family’s house and what do I find?! He’s fucking sleeping with my mom! My mom! Out of all people!”   You swallow hard, moving your hands on the steering wheel, taking a left down the avenue. You don’t know what to say or how to console the girl. It sounds absolutely horrible and you empathize deeply, especially when she’s grieving in your backseat and her cries are bloodcurdling like she lost a child.   “I never liked him anyways,” Yura snaps. “You deserve better, Choa. Good riddance it’s over. He’s your ex now, so there’s no point in being hung up on him.”   “But that doesn’t change the fact that I love him!” She’s yelling and crying, and you snap out of your trance, flinching from her deafening wail. You accelerate a little more to get to the destination faster. “I still LOVE HIM!”   “You’re better off without him.”   “You don’t understand!” Choa sobs without stopping and then she looks at you again, catching your attention in the rear-view mirror. “Haven’t you had an ex that you still love?”   “Choa, leave the taxi lady alone. Sorry,” she says to you before turning towards her drunk friend. “She needs to concentrate on driving!”   This is definitely the most interesting part of your job. Your little career is nothing impressive. It’s dull and you don’t make much. It’s barely enough to scrape by when you’re living in the city. After paying the lease of the cab, the fuel and maintenance, you only get to keep the fare and tips which leads to about three hundred a night. But at least you get to hear people’s stories, happy or sad. You get to see all sorts of different people and their backgrounds, see where they’re going, get a glimpse into their lives. It’s interesting to say the least.   Your lips part, about to give the girl some advice. You want to tell her to talk to him and see if he’s serious about fixing things or see if it’s really over. She also needs some time to heal and think about things, see what she wants and what’s best for her. After all, she can’t move on with her life without some sort of closure.   The first step is to sober up after tonight….   But you don’t get the chance to say these things, not when she suddenly leans over with a groan and the next words that comes from her mouth has a cold shiver running down your spine. “I think I’m going to be sick.”   You whip yourself around, almost hurting your neck in the process. The thought of having to spend the rest of the night on your knees scrubbing polyester seats and cleaning after someone’s vomit makes your blood run to ice. “Is she going to throw up?!”   The stoplight turns green and you’re forced to look back and drive, going over the speed limit by a bit. Yura taps her friends back and tucks her hair behind her ear. “Um...no, she won’t.”   There are gagging sounds.   The girl is retching at the back of her throat. And then it splashes. The bean burrito and vodka shots from earlier regurgitates from her mouth and plunks down in chunks, slapping all over the floor and the backseat. She hurls and heaves, spewing out endlessly. When she’s done, she burps and the putrid stench fills your small taxi all at once, making you want to vomit.   “Sorry…”   This is it. This is the last straw.   You need another job.

“I can’t do this anymore!”   The woman paces around, high heels clicking softly against the carpet as she storms around, arms crossed, trying to walk off her rage. She’s wrinkling her blazer and stretching her dress pants, but the man doesn’t make any comments. He’s too busy rubbing his temples with his thumbs behind the desk, leaning back in his swivel chair. The room is heavy with tension.   “Sunyi, calm down.”   “No! I won’t! Jimin, this is unacceptable!” She stops at his desk, hands pressing on the clean surface. “He can’t just take a case from me when I’ve been working on it for months! They were my clients!”   “Then speak to Hoseok. I don’t understand why you’re telling me this.”   “But he won’t listen. You are a partner of this firm. You are his partner. Can’t you talk to him about it? This isn’t the first time and I’m fed up. This is not what I signed up for.”   Jimin sighs, not knowing what to say. His job is already full of mediation, he would rather get rammed by a school bus than deal with workplace conflicts on top of it. Sensing his hesitation, Sunyi stands straight and scoffs. “Can you afford to lose me? I know plenty of other places that would love a lawyer like me.” The threat is loud and clear and he stares back at her with narrowed eyes, not appreciating her tone of voice. “Jimin….talk to him.”   “Fine.” A long exhale escapes his mouth and his body slumps. “I’ll see what I can do.”   The female nods and opens the door, but she lingers for a second. “And can you please talk to Yoongi?”   “What is it now?”   “His attire is disgusting,” she spits. “He wears open-toed sandals around the office and doesn’t cut his toenails and the last thing I want to see before my lunch break is his dirty feet fungus.”   She storms out of the office and Jimin stands up from his spot in exasperation, calling out to her, but no one hears his woes. “Sunyi, I’m a lawyer! I’m not supposed to be dealing with problems like this!”   //   It’s a relatively normal afternoon. People are tapping away at their keyboards, preoccupied with documents and files upon files. A few legal assistants are helping the others, running across the office floor, murmuring things. The photocopier whirrs to life, phones ringing once in a while. It’s the glorious sound of work.   Jimin decides to go for another coffee cup and he times it perfectly to run into his best friend.   “Hey, bud.” They stand in the kitchen at the counter, side-by-side, facing the white cabinets. “Everything going alright?”   Jimin looks at him with a soft smile and crinkled eyes. Even when he’s a professional and dressed cleanly like one, his brunette hair and cute face makes him look like a kind boy-next-door. It’s not such a bad thing. If anything, it’s advantageous to have such a natural disguise, making opponents underestimate his abilities.   On the contrary, his partner’s appearance is as frighteningly scary as his personality. He’s dressed sharply in a black blazer and dress pants, polished and neat. His black hair is styled well with a strand curled at his forehead, strong brows accentuating a sharp jawline. Jimin realizes why he’s the one who appears more approachable in the office. Hoseok is just way too intimidating.   “Fine,” he responds curtly and picks up on what’s going on with his sharp perception. “What is it, Park?”   “We need to talk, Hoseok.”   He nods and looks over his shoulder, stirring his coffee mug before taking a sip. “Do you want to go into my office?”   “No, we shouldn’t alarm the others,” he says and the other male will never understand why he’s so sensitive to such little things. There’s no one in the kitchen anyway. He doesn’t know why Jimin is speaking so quietly either. “But listen, I need you to do something for me and if you don’t, I’m going to lose my shit.”   Hoseok lifts a brow. “What is it?”   “Do you know what I’ve been doing these days? I’ve been doing the job of an HR representative. I’m dealing with issues in this office every single day, all the petty little problems and the stupid drama.”   He scoffs and then laughs, having thought there was something more serious at hand. “That’s because you have no backbone. Do you see anyone coming to me with their issues?”   “That’s exactly it,” Jimin emphasizes. “You are half of the problems around here.”   “Really now…” Hoseok’s curiosity is piqued. “And who is having problems with me?”   “No. We are not going to discipline them or scare them or use whatever tactic you’re thinking of right now. We need to address this the right way. There will be absolutely no intimidation tactics or sweeping under the rug or warnings. We need to keep the tropes happy, Hoseok. Everyone needs to function well for this office to function well.”   He motions him to go on. “So…?”   “We need to hire someone for HR.”   Hoseok laughs. He throws his head back and gets a good chuckle. Then as he shakes his head, he takes his mug and begins walking down the hall towards both their offices. Jimin follows behind him with a growing scowl. “We’re going to open an HR department for fifteen people?”   “This is a high conflict office and you know it,” Jimin reasons with him. “There are problems every other day here and I’m tired. I can’t focus on my real job. We need someone here to solve conflicts and to deal with all the issues that I don’t want to deal with.”   “No.” Hoseok keeps it short and simple. “We aren’t going to do that. It’s unnecessary. Do you realize we would need to clear out another office and pay them? It’s an unnecessary expense in our budget. And not to mention, it’s ridiculous. Have you ever heard of a firm this size having an HR department?”   “Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t think I’ve made myself clear. I’m not asking for your permission. I’m telling you.” The shorter man stops the taller one, both of them standing in the middle of the hallway and quietly bickering underneath their breaths. “Hoseok, what is the name of our firm?”   “Not this again, Jimin. If you have something—”   “Hoseok. Answer my question.”   He rolls his eyes, tired of the other’s childish antics and getting flashbacks to days in university. Yet, Hoseok gives in with a long sigh. “Jung and Park.”   “Exactly. We’re in a team. It’s me and you—”   “Actually, that’s incorrect.” He gives a shit-eating grin, marring his cold exterior with a playful twinkle in his eyes. “It’s supposed to be you and I.”   “Don’t be an ass.” Jimin pouts. “We’re hiring someone for HR. That’s final. It’s what we and everyone else here needs.”   “Fine.” Hoseok gives in once more and nods his head. “Just hire someone.”   “Oh my god!” Jimin suddenly shrieks and scares the living daylights out of his partner. “You don’t hear anything that comes out of my mouth, do you?! No wonder people have issues with you!”   “What?”   “Hiring is part of the HR job and I’m not doing that anymore!” He throws his hands up into the air. “You hire someone. I’m done!”   “What?” Hoseok is still confused. “You want me to hire someone?”   “Yes! Finally, the man hears!” Jimin laughs manically, causing Hoseok to ponder how many coffee cups he’s had. He ends up skipping away, happy that one out of the heaps of problems is solved for now.   And Hoseok is left by himself, sighing.   Who the hell is he supposed to hire?

You need a job.   After you force yourself to sync your sleeping schedule back to the general public, sleeping at night instead of day as you’ve been doing for the past year, you go on a job hunt. First, you revamp your résumé. When you’re satisfied, you flip open the local newspaper until you realize this isn’t the nineteenth century and no one uses the newspaper anymore.   It’s been a long time since you’ve had to search for a job. Needless to say, you’re a bit rusty. But you still hold a lot of hope as you scour online for job postings. You write down phone numbers, giving them calls to see if they’re still hiring, most of which apologize and tell you they already have someone.   It’s difficult since the economy isn’t doing great, but you don’t give up. Every opportunity of work, you jump at the chance, calling or emailing, even printing out physical copies to go drop it off...that is until you run into a certain post…   Human Resource Manager Jung and Park Full-time $40-60k Salary   It’s right up your alley. It ticks off everything you want and everything that you can do. When you click on it, you get the specifics of the company, the details of the position, responsibilities and requirements. You qualify perfectly and even the location of the firm is only a mere subway ride away. The pay is decent, enough for you to live, and it’s unlike the taxi business where some nights you go home empty handed.   There could not be a better opportunity. It’s miraculous, a chance that fell from the Heavens.   But….you can’t do it.   “Is there a reason why you want to work at McDonalds?” The shift manager looks at you expectantly, voice a bit on the quieter side, making it hard to hear.   “Well, I’ve eaten at this franchise a lot.” You swallow hard, trying to hide your shaking hands and conceal the nervousness. “I think it would be really interesting to be on the other side of the counter.”   “Hmm, that’s nice,” she replies sincerely and nods with a kind smile.   At this point, you’re looking anywhere, any place where you can make some fast money before you search for a real career position. If you’re on a search forever, you won’t have money to pay the upcoming bills. Your savings will only do so much before they diminish into nothing.   “Hello.” You look over the bakery case towards the manager who’s preoccupied with some cakes.   “Hi, can I help you?”   “Um, are you possibly hiring at the moment?” You hold the stack of résumé close to your chest, not yet giving up.   “Unfortunately, no.” They give an apologetic expression. “We’re not looking for anyone.”   You walk around stores on the street and in the malls, bakeries and coffee shops, clothing stores and fast food chains. It feels like when you were a teenager again, looking for a summer part-time job and coming up short every single time. All the interviews done in corporate offices never call you back or they take your résumé without even actually taking a glance at it. And maybe that’s a good thing. You have nothing impressive about yourself. You don’t deserve a fancy job in some high rise or at some luxurious establishment. You’re not cut out for that life.   It’s plain and simple.   They wouldn’t want you.   “Can you handle a stressful environment?”   “I’d like to say I can.” You hum before laughing. “I was a summer councilor back in the day and someone lit a cabin on fire once, so I think it’s suffice to say, I can handle myself during an intense environment.”   The old woman across from you laughs heartily. You could feel it — this interview was going well. You might actually get the job and the excitement was making your eagerness double.   “Last question,” she flips a page and then folds her hands on the table. The woman looks deep into your eyes and is quiet for a moment as if she is trying to truly see the person in front of her and not just a candidate for the job. “Don’t you think you’re overqualified for the position?”   You frown. “Overqualified?”   “I mean, your work experience is very versatile. Your educational background is fantastic. I am quite fond of your personality. You seem like a genuinely earnest and hard-working individual. But, why here?” Her eyes bore deep into yours. “This is an elementary school administration position. All you would be doing is answering phones all day.”   “Well...I...uh….if this is about the salary, I’m completely fine with what you’ve offered. And I like stability. I don’t have plans of looking for something else,” you’re stuttering, not knowing how to answer. “I like working with different people and I like kids too. I..just think I would do well here.”   She smiles softly, a very calming presence in the midst of your panic. “This isn’t about salary and I’m not questioning your loyalty. We’ve spent...what...an hour together? And I can tell you’re a kindhearted person, Y/N. I’ve lived to see enough people come and go. Heck, even before this interview, I had someone come in and the first thing they asked were about vacation days.”   This woman knows nothing about you. At most, she might be your future employer, but sometimes you wonder how people can know you after spending mere moments together. Is your face really that easy to read? Are you just too open about yourself?   But none of these questions matter when what she says hits you the hardest—   “I think you should aim higher.”   The posting still haunts you.   Human Resource Manager Jung and Park   And maybe that’s the reason why you haven’t been doing well in any interviews, except for a select few. Perhaps this is why no one has given you a call back despite your efforts to display your dedication. The posting follows you wherever you go, on the back of your mind, imprinted into your memory. Maybe this is what you really wanted from the start — not stupid jobs at fast food restaurants or running in the streets handing out your résumé or jobs that aren’t of interest.   Human Resource Manager   It’s a bad idea. It’s a really bad idea.   But with one eye open, you go in for the kill.

In the heart of the metropolis are soaring towers, corporate offices and companies, business and enterprises that you have no reason to represent or work for. The firm is large and full of glass, from the giant windows to the glass of the conference room. But despite the modern design, it’s gray. The walls are painted in a gray shade, spaces left empty, cubicles tall and covering people’s faces. There are boxes of files and paperwork stacked up along the halls. It seems like a tense environment and you can hear people hard at work, typing on keys, flipping through papers, sighing every so often.   You wonder if you look awkward and out of place. For the fifth time, you tug on your pencil skirt and smooth out your old blazer, afraid you look weird or tacky. Your grip on the briefcase tightens and you don’t even know why you brought the darn thing when there’s only a squished ham sandwich and more printed résumés inside.   You’re sitting straight in your seat, staring at the receptionist and waiting. When she looks up from her computer, you divert your eyes to the firm’s name overtop her desk on the wall. Jung and Park.   You can do this.   All you have to do is keep it professional.   The door to the left conference room finally opens, someone exiting and holding a file of folders.   Your heart stops right in your chest. Your breath hitches. Something stirs inside of you.   A tall man with dark hair, in a fitted suit, is standing right in front of you. His sun-kissed skin is glowing, high cheekbones, long nose, everything adding to his handsomeness. His mere presence commands your attention. Even when he’s frowning, there’s something about him that makes him so alive.   Hoseok takes one mere glance at you before looking down at his papers. “Y/N?”   You flinch when he calls your name and you stand up, swallowing down the thick lump in your throat, feet together, adjusting your skirt one last time. You can do this. “Yes?”   “You’re here for the interview?” he asks without looking at you, taking a peek at his watch and phone. When you confirm, he nods and pockets his mobile device before gesturing towards the empty conference room. “Come in.”   You’re shaking. Even when you’re trying your hardest not to tremble, hiding your hands in your lap, it’s useless. You can’t stop staring at him either. No matter what you do, you can’t tear your gaze away from his face. It’s too difficult. You want to be professional. You want this job. You don’t want to screw this entire thing up. But the things you want are things you could never have.   “You have a degree in…” He searches the paper in front of him. “Human Resource Management Honours. Wow.”   You mumble, “it’s just a commerce degree…”   “No, it’s exactly what we’re looking for.” Hoseok, on the other hand, has no problems with keeping it professional. He doesn’t notice your staring eyes either. If anything, he only casted cold glances and seems to be disinterested in the whole ordeal. “Do you have any previous HR experiences?”   “Yes. I worked as an HR representative for about a year before the small company shut down.”   The lawyer hums and studies your résumé like your entire existence can be summed up with words printed on the lines. “And your previous job?”   “I was an executive dispatch member for cab services.” It’s a slight lie, a truth exaggerated. It doesn’t sound impressive to say you drove a taxi around in your late twenties and your early thirties.   “And you quit because?”   “Differences in professional goals.” More like you spent three hours cleaning up after some drunk girl’s vomit and had enough.   “How did you hear about this position?”   “I saw a posting online.”   “Right.” It seems like he’s going down a checklist, firing question after question at you. The man never once looks at your face. He treats you rather coldly and you feel like your chances are slim. It’s just a feeling inside that tells you won’t get the job — which is understandable. “Why do you think we should hire you?”   “I...I have a good educational background. I’ve worked in many different areas, so my work experience is very versatile. I’m really hardworking as well.” You mentally thank the older lady from a few days ago who gave you ideas on what to say. “I’ve worked with a lot of different kinds of people before and I enjoy it. I think I would be a valuable asset to your team.”   Yet, Hoseok appears unfazed at your answer, as if he’s heard similar things from other applicants. “What do you consider to be your weakness?”   “I…” You’re having a hard time, palms sweaty, mouth dry. “...I think I have a pattern of underestimating myself. I’m a bit dependent on others too, but I’ve been working to improve myself on that…”   The man across the conference table scribbles something down on his paper, like he doesn’t enjoy the fact you have trouble being independent. “Then what are your strengths?”   “I’m dedicated and hardworking. When I do things, I have to do them right or I won’t be satisfied.” You clear your throat, getting a grip on yourself, reeling from your whiplash of being in his presence. “I’m resilient. I can get back up when I’ve been knocked down. I can survive and make it past hard times…”   “That’s good.” There’s a ghost of a smile gracing his features, warming his cold expression, and you’re trapped in a trance. But it’s interrupted when he suddenly moves back, closing the file. You’re surprised at how it’s over so quickly. “Well alright. I’ll give you a call then. Thank you for coming by, Miss Y/N.”   He stands and you follow after a delayed second, but before he opens the door, you interrupt— “Um...I..”   “Oh sorry.” He turns. “Did you have a question for me?”   “Hoseok, I….I really want to work here.” Your fists are clenched tight, your head is downcasted and you’re sure you look like a desperate mess begging for this job, but you have to take the leap. If you don’t, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life. “I understand if you won’t hire me, but will you at least take me into serious consideration?”   “I’m sorry?” There’s a pause. You look up at his confused expression and you frown, stumbling over your words. Hoseok finds the way you speak to him odd, as if you’re perfectly familiar with him. He interjects with his own question, “Do we know each other?”   “What?”   “I’m sorry. I got into a car accident about seven years ago. There are some things I can’t remember anymore.” He offers a small smile and you’re caught off guard. It came out of nowhere, so sudden, but he says it nonchalantly like it doesn’t affect him at all. Your frown deepens to the point where it hurts and you blink. You’ve been stunned to silence.   His brows are raised and he dips himself down, searching your face and he repeats himself in honest curiosity, “Did we possibly know each other?”   “Not really,” you answer. “We were acquaintances back in university, like twelve years ago. I thought you would remember me, that’s all.”   “I’m sorry.” His brows furrow. “I can’t seem to recall…”   “No, it’s alright.” You nod, returning his smile. “I’m sorry to have to make you talk about your accident.”   “No, I don’t mind.” Hoseok looks down at your application in his hand. Y/N. Your name brings no significance back into his mind, but he’ll make sure to remember from now on. “Well, if there isn’t anything else...”   “O-oh yeah, umm, okay.” You bow your head slightly as he opens the door. “Thank you for the interview.”   Hoseok lifts his arm with an open hand. You stare down at it for a second before clasping your palm with his, shaking his hand. The corner of his mouth lifts and he nods. “It’s not a problem.”   The both of you end up walking your separate ways. The man returns to his office with a stack of files in his arms. And you can’t help but turn around to stare at his broad backside becoming smaller in the distance. Well...either way, the two of you were strangers from the start. You’ve always been strangers to each other.   It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t remember.

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[littleangel4996]

Sangtuary (1/?)

Vampire!Michael X Half vampire!Reader and Vampire!Jeffrey X Half Vampire! Divine

Summary: (Y/n) and Divine gets a invite to a club "the sangtuary"

Warning: Drinking, drugs, Jeffrey flirting with Divine, (y/n) being a bitch (but that's only she's very protective and has a hate for vamps)

Y/n P.o.v

Being a vampire Hunter is not an easy job. Sarah Michelle Gellar made it look so easy in her Buffy the Vampire Slayer series but this is reality and It fucking blows. Tonight was one of the hardest jobs I had to do. There was this vampire who can disappear like Smoke from Mortal Kombat. Luckily I've attached holy water grenade to him and finally disappeared, good riddance.  Hopefully Liz can make me a Jack Coke after a long hard night. 

"Hey there missy" Iris stopped me and I turned around greeting her with a smile.

"Hey Iris, I would hug you but as you can see I'm full of vampire dirt" I pointed.

"I understand, Divine wanted me to tell you to meet her and the countess in her room. I guess there's something important they would like to discuss with you" Iris explained. I rolled my eyes. "Can it just wait" I groaned. Iris shook her head. I nodded in response. I guess that Jack Coke will have to wait. I enter the elevator pressing the button to go up to her flat. I wonder what's so important they wanted to talk to me about. Maybe Mother wanted me and Divine to hunt another vampire, a warlock, or a witch I don't know but I just hope it's nothing bad.

BING

The doors slide open as I exited out of the elevator and walking inside mother's nice room with Divine sitting on one of the couches and mother on her couch.

"Hello ladies" I greeted and Divine looked at me with wide cat eyes. "Oh my God, what happened to you" she gasped. My mother Elizabeth had the same look like Divine had but she was desperately holding her laughter.

"Transmutation Vampire that's what happened Dee Dee. And don't say you should have taken me with you because I learned that the hard way" I said to her after dropping the bag next to the couch and plopped down next to Divine. 

"So what's up, Mom" the countess took a deep breath and taking a sip of her bloody Martini. "Have you girls ever heard of the new club that just opened" she asked.

"The Sangtuary? `` she nodded. The Sangtuary is this night club that opened a week ago by some Brothers. " What about it" asked Divine.

" Because that's where you two are going. You both have been invited to their club". She pulls out the black velvet envelopes passing it to us and stands up walking to her room and brings out two beautiful dresses that were mine and my sister's taste but I wasn't liking this idea and I don't usually wear dresses that much. Actually not at all since my prom night. One was a black low shoulder with a choker and the other was a black lacy short dress. 

"Do I really have a choice because honestly I really don't feel like going out tonight except take a nice shower and watch episodes of the golden girls" I said to mom but she was still handing me the dress for me to pick. I rolled my eyes and took the one with the choker as she smiles at me and hands Divine the lacy dress. Before I leave mother said " Please take a shower before you go anywhere" and gave her a glare before storming out. Fuck my life.

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I hate it. I hate it and one more time, I hate it. Why I say I hate well I hate the fact that our mom is sending Divine and I to some club that we don't know about, I hate that this dress that's very short and God damnit I hate this day. Divine was waiting for me in the lobby having her makeup and hair done with golden flower crown she wears with almost everything. Mines was simple eyeliner, mascara and dark red lipstick with my hair half up with curls. Plus thigh high boots I'm wearing. Divine looks like an angel lighting everybody's day and night. She takes one good look at me and says " You look tense. Loosen up. You need to have fun, we all need to have fun. When was the last time we ever went out?"

Honestly, the last time we ever went out when we were in our teens and when we grow into adulthood we never had fun except killing evil. But I know Divine hates just killing. As I was about to speak I heard a familiar cheerful voice. 

"Ahh, well you lovely ladies look very ravishing. Where are you two heading" Mr.March asked. 

"To the new club that opened up, The Sangtuary, we were invited by the owners" replied Divine. Mr.March nodded. "Well don't let me stop you from having fun, go on girls go raise hell" he piped up as Divine and I said our goodnites to Mr.March and headed out going to "raise hell".

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Parking was a pain in the ass to find, luckily there was parking near abandoned warehouse. The line was packed. People groaning and complaining about standing in a line. Mother said to give the invite to the bouncer and will let us in. Why would the owners invite my sister and I?  The bouncer let us through as he took our invitation and told us to enjoy our night. When we got in, everything was red. The lights, the sofas, the dance floor too. The ladies sway their hips to the beat as the men grind their hips to their partner. Some were drinking, some were even doing coke or smoking weed. My prayers have been answered as I spotted a bar straight ahead pulling Divine along with me. I don't want her by herself, she may know how to fight but she has a heart of gold and has never been touched by any man. I like to keep it that way. The bartender was a bleached blonde and pale complexion wearing a purple Victorian suit.

" Hello ladies, I'm Mr Gallant and I'll be your bartender. What can I get ya"he said in his feminine voice. Great he's gay now I don't have to worry. " Yeah, I'll have a Jack Coke and a Gallagher please" I ordered and he went to go make our drinks. "This looks fun" Divine hollered over the beat.

"Don't lose your cool, sis. " I said and she rolled her eyes. " Come on, let's have fun for once " she left to the dance floor dancing to the music before I could stop her. Divine is Divine, but she's also pure of gold, never touched by men. And I would love to keep it that way. The bartender taps me on the shoulder passing our drinks. 

"On the house baby" he said with a smile. I gave him a confused look.

"From who?"

"The owners of this place" he points as I turned my head to see 2 blonde men standing from the balcony. One dressed in velvet and long hair and the other dressed in black and short hair. They both look similar. "Who are they, Mr Gallant?" 

"The Langdon twins, Michael and Jeffrey. They are super hot as hell which is why you two are the lucky ones because darling no one in this club never gotten a drink on the house." Are those the owners that invited us? But why would they? I turned to look back at the balcony to see the boys gone. I was about to ask where they were until Gallant had this smirk on his face staring where my sister was…but she wasn't alone at all. The short blonde haired man that was standing from the balcony was dancing with my sister having his arms around her and Divine swaying her hips to the beat. And what really triggered me most was he was grinding on Divine. Okay this fucker is dead.

Divine's P.O.V

"What's your name little tulip" the blonde man asked.

"Divine. Divine (l/n)" he spins me around as I looked into his ocean blue eyes.

" Jeffrey Langdon and you my dear look so Divine. Care to join me for a drink" he asked but before I could answer my sister comes to shove Jeffrey.

"She's not interested, ass" she hissed. I rolled my eyes at this nonsense. (Y/n) needs to realize I'm not a little girl. I'm a fucking full grown woman for fucks sake. I stood in front of her.

"He wasn't doing anything wrong" I protested

"Yet" she said. Before she could kill him on the dance floor a tall man same as Jeffery's height but...this man looked so much like Jeffrey except he had long blonde hair, red eye shadow and a red velvet jacket. I assume this is Jeffery's twin brother.

" Why don't we take this private shall we" he says into my sister's ear and made a disgusted face pushing him off . (Y/n) was about to say something snarky.

"He meant somewhere quiet. You know like backstage." Her only response was a grunt and the two Langdon gentleman lead us upstairs as we entered the elevator. Michael pressed a button that had the initials PH, which stands for penthouse. 

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The elevator doors open to reveal a living room with a piano along a mini bar with a shelf of many alcoholic drinks. I was in awe to see a balcony that hid behind white sheer curtains. They even have a row of bookshelves, an upstairs that lead to a bedroom and another bedroom thats downstairs. I've never been so amazed by this place. But my sister on the other hand looked like she wanted to murder the brothers. But why would she want to murder them? For being generous or because Jeffrey was being a flirt?

"Please, make yourselves comfortable while I make you flowers a drink" Michael threw his red velvet dinner jacket on the leather couch and making his way to the mini bar making our drinks as we took a seat. 

"Remember what I said" (y/n) said in a Stern voice. "Keep your guard up and if anything happens, stake them" she puts the silver stake inside my purse. God I wish she would chill just for tonight. 

My mind was soon cut off by Jeffery playing the piano. The tune sounds so familiar. I couldn't put my finger on it. 

" Sweet dreams, if you were guessing, tulip" Jeffery said.

"It's one of my favorite piano versions. I used to play the violin when I was 12 and oh I've almost forgotten that (y/n) used to play the piano and a beautiful singer- Ow" my sister pinched my arm, like she didn't want me to give that information.

"Ah, a brave girl who hides special talents. I'm impressed." Michael gives us our drinks. It's a red liquid. It smells so good that I took a sip of it along with (y/n).  The taste is Rich, sweet and a little metallic. 

"It's blood" my sister says with daggers in her eyes looking at Michael.

"In the end, we're alone. And there is nothing but the cold, dark wasteland of eternity" Michael finished his quote and showing off his porcelain pear fangs. 

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A Man On Fire - Chapter 42

Awwwwawwww, sweet mother of Jesus, her head hurt, slowly she tried to sit up, impossible, no, stay down..was it..had it really..? oh yes..she curled back up like she wanted to disappear into the couch, tears bubbled up instantly as reality caught up with her. Why does this hurt so much? I was never gonna cry over some guy..stop trying to tell yourself that he's not some guy, that he's Jared..bullshit, he was just another jerk with a Dorian Gray complex, the only one that mattered to him was himself, nobody had a career like he did, right?. Well, fuck him, coffee, I need coffee, she slowly plodded over to the kitchen, “Are you gonna make coffee, get me one too will ya?” Sean yawned behind her, “why don't you go fuck yourself, Sean?” she bit back, filling the machine with water. “I don't have to” he grinned that foul grin again, just go away, can't you take a hint?, “which reminds me, me and some guys are going to this club tonight? why don't you come along?” he sat down on the other side of the kitchen counter, studying her every move. “Fuck's sake Sean, how do you expect me to go clubbing, when I can't even get through an hour..of this pain?” she shook her head, switched on the machine and turned to get a cup, she felt his eyes burn on the bare piece of stomach that crept from under her T-shirt as she stood on her toes to reach for her favorite cup. “It'll take your mind off that exact same pain, come on, it'll be fun, just a couple of hours, think about nothing, keep your glass full and your mind empty, what do you say?” he puppy-eyed her. “I'm saying you need to get the hell out of here, Sean, I don't trust you anymore, you're just as bad as that blue-eyed fucker in Europe, I don't trust either of you, so just get the hell out of my apartment and leave me the fuck alone” she raised her voice at him, her dark eyes burning holes in his soul. “Fine..do whatever the hell you want, I'm only trying to help ya, but don't ever compare me to that Jesus lookalike again, ok? We're not even one bit alike, oh and don't say I didn't warn you about him, I told you he was trouble, but no, madam here wouldn't listen..and look where all that attitude got you now?” he hissed as he slid off his chair again “if you change your mind, this is where we'll be” throwing a card of some club on the counter, he spun on his heels and slammed the door behind him. Phew, good riddance, fuckin dumbass...she poured herself a cup of strength and ever so slowly walked over to the middle of the room, staring at the giant painting that started all this mess..awful, godfuckinawful, get rid of it, cut it up to shreds, anything, just destroy it and go find yourself a real job!

Oh come on lady, surely you can check my passport quicker than that? Jared tried not to get agitated, despite the fact that he was jetlagged, hadn't slept a wink on the plane and to top it all off, she hadn't even bothered to reply. “Welcome to New York, sir, have a pleasant stay” the customs officer handed him his passport back but he didn't even hear the last part as he fled to the exit. Her address..he could walk straight over there but the name always escaped him, ok look through her mails..ok no, too stressed out for that, fine, then think! It was a white building..streetstreetstreet..C..no..housenumber fifty...four, right 54..taxi...54 something street..fuck's sakes, call Sean..nope, too much pride for that! “Where to, Sir?” the driver barely looked over his shoulder. “Uhmm, 54..Christopher..yes, 54 Christopher Street, please” he leaned back all relieved that he remembered the address, the driver put the car into gear and drove off into the dark, electric New York night. She'd been sitting on the top level of the scaffolding for hours, what had changed? Nothing, this painting was still absolute nonsense..and she still missed him like crazy. Slowly she pushed herself up, and jumped down the scaffolding with a painful groan, outta here, suffocated, going nuts, she grabbed her leather jacket, pushed some money and a bank card in the pocket of her jeans and ran out the door before she could change her mind. Hard thumping beats, stuttering strobes, escape central, escape from her mind that she was stuck in, “Harper!” really? How was it possible that he could actually overpower  this wall of sound and actually find her in the middle of this huge crowd. “You actually came, what do you want to drink?” Sean kissed her cheek, uggh, just get away from me, “I don't care, anything that'll get me hammered as quickly as possible” she pulled away from him, he deserved the disgusted, painful look on her face. “Coming up” he grinned and pushed himself a way through the swaying, dancing crowd while she wiped a secret set of tears away before she too pushed herself through the crowd to find her spot on the dancefloor, turn that goddamn music up, I want my ears to bleed, and I want my stomach to cling to my spine, as long as I don't have to feel this unbearable pain that is suffocating me.

Jared jumped out of the car, throwing way too much money at the driver, his hand trembled when his finger looked for her name on the various doorbells, 'Harper Coco' his heart jumped in his throat just looking at that beautiful name and pushed down hard on the button. He ran a hand through his long hair and pulled it up in a bun while he waited..and waited..ring it again..anxiously he looked up, had she seen him? No, not possible, she had the top loft at the back and all she had was a huge sky window. Come on babe..please, open up..ok..right, desperate calls for desperate measures, he pushed a random buzzer, fingers crossed someone opened..'buzzzzzzzzzz' just like that the front door opened for him, and he rushed in, taking three steps at a time flying up the stairs. “Harper? Babe?” he banged his fist on the door, getting no immediate response, he put his ear against the door, “babe?” still nothing, fuckfuckfuck, ok she had to be somewhere, but where?. “Bottoms up” Sean handed her two double whiskeys “you asked for 'hammertime' “ but before he could finish his sentence she had already downed one glass without even blinking. The second glass disappeared even faster than the first, and this time she pushed the glass back in his hands with a light groan and a couple of dollarbills “keep 'em comin'” before she lost herself to the thumping beats. The third and the fourth drink had her feeling nothing, by the fifth and the sixth she was getting comfortably numb, but it was only by the seventh that the drink was finally kicking in and calmed her racing, painful brain and lessened the tight grip that had her heart in a painful clutch. All that mattered was getting as drunk or high as possible and dance to keep the dark thoughts at bay, “easy babe! The night and you are too young to get absolutely wasted too fast too soon” she felt Sean's hands slide over her waist as he swayed to the music with her, holding her tightly against him. “I just asked you to get me drinks, not to put your hands on me, don't touch me, I'm not telling you again” she jumped out of his embrace and danced away into the crowd again, glaring at him, yeah you go take that booty call, I just feel sorry for that poor girl on the other side of the line, this type of guys, Mr. wannabe rockstar, included, could kiss her brokenhearted, sorry ass.

Half an hour later, she really needed to cool down, a drink and definitely a cigarette or two, where was the terrace in this joint, ah stairs, whoaaa room spinning a bit, deep breath, focus, ok, go away, let me through. Too frikkin crowded, she exhaled deeply as she pushed open the door to the terrace to find it empty except for two guys who sat on the other end, the cold air hit her hard and basically dropped her back into the dark pit of reality. She walked to the edge of the terrace where she had an amazing view on the New York skyline, this was her home, not some boot-shaped country on the other side of the ocean that held nothing but bad memories. Fishing a cigarette out of her purse, she lit up and folded her arms over her chest and let the smoke caress her face, what a mess..what a fuckin' mess, she closed her eyes as the images of all the turmoil started rolling. “Hey sweetheart, got another smoke?” a voice doomed up behind her, she turned to see the two guys walk up to her from the other side of the roof, “I'm not your sweetheart, and no I don't, that was my last one” she lied and turned away from them again. “Tsskkk, such a beautiful chick, damn shame about the attitude” one of the men came a little closer, trying to intimidate by towering over her, and it was working..ok, you're just drunk, try to keep a cool head, all you have to do is line up your knee with his crotch if he gets even closer. “Get lost” she hissed as she took a small step back, ugghh she could even smell this guy's foul breath, that's how close he was, “excuse me?” he closed the distance again, uh-oh, definitely trouble “what did you say? ain't nobody telling me to get lost, why are you being such a little bitch?”. A hand roughly clamped down on her face, “get your hands off me” she growled and quickly lifted her knee but he was quicker and slammed it down again before he and his friend launched forward, their grabbing hands all over her, feeling her up while she was being sandwiched between them, please god no, noooo, she kicked and screamed but she just didn't stand a chance against these two punks. She pushed and shoved until she had no more defense left and had to let these abusive hands touch, rip and squeeze, gasping for air she had no more voice left to scream and big tears of fear and helplessness started rolling down her cheeks.

Just when she felt her shirt rip at the seams, there was a sudden commotion and a shift in pressure , like turbulence, “take your fuckin' hands off her” half conscious and completely overwhelmed, but his voice rang loud and clear in her ears. A loud and unbearable crack like bone breaking, a fist that made some very brutal contact with a face, she felt herself getting shoved back real fast, losing her balance she tumbled to the ground. “Touch her again and you're a dead man” he yelled at one of the guys that lie groaning on the floor before he turned his attention to her and rushed to her side “Harper, you ok?” he breathed and tried to assess the damage. Everything hurt right now, especially his touch “leave me alone..” she swatted at his hands that wanted to help while she tried to get up on her own strength without much success. “Come here” ignoring her plea, he helped her back to her feet “let's get out of here” he put her arm over his neck and folded his arm tightly around her waist before her intoxicated mind could actually process what was going on. The minute they came down the stairs, Sean came walking up to them “what happened?” he looked at his semi-conscious friend that was hanging in Jared's arms, “is she ok?” he shouted over the music. “what do you think? I'm taking her home”.

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[fightevilandthengetblownup]

March 10th, 1937...

(This is somehow an unintended continuation of the auverse where the wendigo got Grey and Gordon got Gray, based off a dream I had ages ago... Uh... enjoy some feels...)

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Eighty-two years, seven months, and seventeen days.

Eighty-two years, seven months, and seventeen days was how long she had been living within the hellscape-adjacent world of endless forests and mountains. The infested world she had lived within filled with all the things she had grown up hearing about, and some she had never heard of before as well. It was perpetually just shy of cold and snow, and the never appearing sun was unable to warm her to her bones. However she never ran out of firewood.

The bleak “sunrise” where the dark that shrouded and filled the world faded into the cold light of day, never quite seeing the golden light of sun she always dreams of but the darkness scared away none the less, that morning made her heart soar. Marking the line on the cold stone wall of the cave, Jo found herself smiling for the first time since that very day last came. Today was the day everything returned to how it was before she arrived there. Before she had gone through those years. Before he’d been taken from her.

Today was the day Jo and Grey would go home for the first time in eighty-two years.

Brushing off her hands of the charcoal as she dropped the piece from her firepit she used to mark off her times, the blonde dragged her hand over her ratty hair. If only she had brought more than one brush with her when she came, she might be able to look presentable for when she left to go home for once.

It was strange to consider the idea of home as being on Earth still. It was almost like a dream to remember the small, once rundown but now just ecclectic, house they lived in; to think of it as home when she’d left it so many years ago seemed ridiculous, however there was no where else she would call as such. The place she had been living, the dark, dank cave network she had almost thrived within was not what anyone would ever call ‘home’ - it was a safe house, somewhere to rest her head and hide from the monsters that crawled outside; but it was not ‘home’ for her.

But today was the day she would finally get to go home.

Packing away the few items she had fashioned, developed and made over the long, long years into either her torn and patched backpack, or just into the natural shelf-of-sorts made by the cave wall, Jo Harvelle prepared for the day.

First, it was stretches - twists, turns and even some bastardised yoga poses she had followed since the three month mark, when she pulled her thigh muscle trying to run while not limbered up away from a group of vampires. The cliff face she had tripped over had saved her from becoming dinner that afternoon, and since then; her first steps of a day would be to stretch properly.

Second, it was warm-ups - five minutes of jogging around the twenty foot by twenty foot cave in circles to get her heart pumping, her muscles warmed up from the stretches and her mind focussed for the day ahead. Today was an important day, and she would not be fuzzy, today of all days.

Third, it was to get dressed properly for the day - a day of trekking and running was always hard on her and her clothes alike. Light pink tank top from a shifter, followed by a torn plaid flannel from a vampire, then the leather jacket that had saved her more times than she could think. Her jeans, stolen from another werewolf, had even a layer of thermal tights underneath them (from an exceptionally rabid seeming rugaru), and her feet required the thin cotton socks and thicker woollen socks on top before the leather boots she’d scavanged from a similiarly sized werewolf two years earlier. Then it was the scarf that wrapped around her neck and covered her knotty, almost brown-from-dirt hair, and finally the black scarf that covered the bottom two thirds of her face as she tied it around her head. A mix-matched collection of clothes that she had not started with on her joureny, and would look forward to taking off the moment they finally got home.

The charocal was the final item, crushed between two stones and mixed with water from her canteen before smearing it across the backs of her hands and the top third of her face, the whites around her eyes the only brightness to her appearance as she shrugged her backpack on for the last time.

Tucking her iron machette through the loops of her jeans and sliding the silver dagger into her back pocket, the two last things that she had brought with her all those years ago that had survived with her, Jo finally slipped out the cave entrance and pushed the rock-door she used out of the way. She left it open as she took a gulp of water before resettling the bottle into her pack. If some other poor person or monster decided they wanted to use it; she would no longer be around to care any further.

Setting off, Jo found herself humming quietly to herself in a way that would have been far too dangerous on any other day. Not today though. Today she could do anything she wanted, for today would be her last day there.

The walk went quicker with the tune however, and occasionally she would spot the odd movement from the corner of her eye or see an individual from afar through the thick trees of the forest. She spotted a vampire she had killed off in the area the previous year, but they seemed to know better than to approach her again. So many of the monsters had come to realise that in the last five years after they began returning and the hunter had stopped hiding from her own shadow as much as the dark shadows and monsters that inhabited the place.

In actuality, as soon as the lot of them had returned, shoved back in the place like they had never left, her life had gotten much easier. The shadows she had avoided like the plague had begun following her, guiding her and protecting her even, now that there would be no interruption for her timeline any more.

She had learnt more about them in those five years than she had the same five years outside - she had learnt how to tell voices apart despite the similarities of them all to each other, she had learnt which were the fun kinds and which were the unfun kinds, she had learnt just how strong her mind was compared to other humans and how much stronger it had become still. The other, bad, shadow wouldn’t have known what hit him when she got home had they crossed paths at that time. Perhaps, though, she may be able to retrive him one day too - out of obligation, if nothing more. And as much as she had learnt of them, she liked to think she had taught them in return - how to be individuals alongside their communal thinking, how to experience their own emotions, and how to control their natures for their own safety rather than the almost childish natures lacking forethought like they used to be. The hunters would not be pleased with her when she got back if her teachings ever made their way back with her.

As she passed under a fallen tree, she could hear the whispered greetings starting up - some pleasant, some sweet, some cruel and jeering - as she passed by.

“Is today the day?” “Good riddance to the stupid hunter bitch!” ”Will we get to see brother before you leave? Can I come along too?” “Are you finally leaving us now?” “We will miss you, sister....”

“I’ll miss you lot too, you silly things.” Jo responded aloud, hands tucked into holding onto the straps of her backpack as she continued her hike. Looking out the corner of her eyes, she could see the dark forms following alongside her, stretched out wide from her as she headed downhill towards the arrival place most likely to be his entrance. The other monsters, the ones with forms of their own, that she could see starting to become more active as the day dawned - things like werewolves and skinwalkers that did not feel the draw to nighttime activity like some others - began to freeze as her and her swarm moved onwards.

She figured from their perspective she might even appear as something new, some new monster with a great darkness that shrouded it. To those that weren’t familiar with the shadows, which she had found to be a strangely large number of monsters despite their prevelance, she might even had been frightening in her dark charcoal, black scarves and dark leather surrounded by black shadows sucking what little light the day brought with it, spread out in a wide radius around her sides and back as her swarm had spawned and spawned some more, all loyal ones of their kind that either started with a respect for her status with their own sibling or with a gruding respect after their own experience at her hands and then the youngsters that had fallen into line with the others.

As they made their way, Jo stopped finally after three hours of hiking at the creekline to eat her breakfast of berries (saved and scavenged from other times), jerky (made from something she would rather not consider at the moment) and the strange mushrooms (the one thing she was confident about eating from the woods).

“So, what will you all go back to doin’ once we’re gone?”

“Some of us will go back in hiding - the little ones...” “Others will continue as we have been - traversing the woods...” “Can we not come with you?”

Jo found herself laughing at the question from one of the youngest shadows, reflected quickly by a chorus of young ones questioning the same. “Sorry kiddos, but there’s not goin’ to be room to take ya’ll back with us.”

“But you can take brother-” “Grey.” “Brother, yes.” “You know you can call each other by your names right?” “That is not our way, not in our nature-” “Yet I know you’ve been doin’ it behind my back.”

That quieted the entire group down, and Jo found herself looking around behind herself at the dark, shadowed treeline from where she sat on the large rock on the creek’s edge. She was not wrong though. In the last year more of her group had been coming up with names for themselves, most of the younger ones at the very least - names of colours like their older brother’s, names from the word for ‘shadow’ in other languages that the individual connected to, some even going for names mimicking their older sister like Shandy and Shelda or their Alpha’s borrowed name such as Ellie and Ellis. So many had begun using names in the younger generation since she had welcomed them near her that Jo would have had trouble keeping track of them if it weren’t as if they were family.

The youngsters had embraced the concept whole heartedly, however she’d even heard some of the older shadows starting to refer to eachother or themselves by names chosen, seemingly at random from history - though Catherine had told her they were choosing names of humans they believed were their ‘greatest conquest’. The one who had spoken last to her, that it was not in their nature, went by Kanye and Jo had barely held in the laughter hearing their chosen name for the first time the last month.

“It is still-” “Not your nature, I know, I know. But still, he has a name and you know you know it to use it.” “Ellis will use their name, Joanna! Ellis hopes Joanna and Grey get home soon.” “So will Ēna.” “And Bóng!” “We will all use Grey’s name from here on, if you request it so, Joanna...” “Thank you Kanye.”

The conversations around her turned into themselves, English and Enochian blending into eachother as the shadows conversed to one another while the finished her own meal. Some of the darkness moved and thinned at various times as she ate, the only indication that the shadows were disappearing to find their own meals either from the other monsters in the area or from the small vents that allowed them to whisper through to humans from within the confines of this place. It was not long before she had finished her meal, and after replacing her mask and packing her bag away, she was back on her feet and on her way at a quicker pace towards the dumping ground.

The phrase was what she called the spaces where those who were sent here arrived at. She herself had been spat out into this one dumping ground when she had arrived; and it had taken years to determine which dump was likely to be the one he came through. She didn’t want to consider what it would mean when he arrived, of the pain she’d been feeling out there as it happened; focussing more upon the joy she knew she would be feeling the moment he arrived back to her.

It had been a hell of a day, she could remember the trees like the ones around her as she trekked through the undergrowth of the dark forest. She could remember the quiet, no birdsong same as here; she could remember the way his eyes had stared up at her, struggling his hardest to stay with her as he slipped away; she could remember the sticky feeling of blood under her fingers as she pressed down and prayed to any and every deity, angel or demon there was that anyone would hear her and respond. That not even a demon appeared to give him back to her had torn apart at her like he had been then, now however it simply felt empowering to know not even Hell would dare involve themselves with her then. A dark grin spread across her face, hidden behind the dark fabric, as she thought on how much she would scare them now if her sweeter, lighter self had scared them so.

“You smell good, sister. What are you thinking on?” “Simply the day up there.” “The day bro-Grey died?” “Why did he not stay with you, Joanna? Could he not escape his suit?” “Unfortunately no. It is why possessing a human can be dangerous, Shelda. It’s why you should not do it lightly.” “Thank you for cautioning the children, sister.” “How come they are so dangerous? Why do big brothers and big sister wear them if they are so dangerous?” “Because they are different to you, little one. They have learnt how to do it and they are aware of the risks of doing so. They are stronger than you kiddos, they know what they are doing.”

The swarm reaches the dumping ground as the sky is lightening to the point that it would be nearing the time the first wendigo was killed. If it did not appear here, then Jo didn’t know what to do, where to go, but she would be able to find him eventually. She had spoken at length with the older shadows how to handle the situation - that the swarm was more than welcome to enact their own brand of revenge upon the two mindless beasts that had stolen him from her when they arrived - but had not touched on what would happen if it was the wrong dumping ground.

A fallen tree near the place’s clearing made the perfect place for her to sit and wait. Darkness around her from both the trees and the shadows that surrounded her giving cover from the prying eyes of other monsters, and of those as they arrived one by one.

There was a werewolf, a shifter, three vampires close by one another, and even a djinn all dumped into the clearing. She tried to think on if she had heard any of her family completing such hunts around the time, but that whole section of her memory was a flood of raw and painful emotions not worth reflecting on.

It had been a horrifying few months from that point to the day she came here, a deep, dark, gnawing emptiness had filled her every waking hour and her nights had been sleepless or haunted by blue eyes staring at her lifelessly, and then just before her arrival another set of darker blue ones had joined the first. She was still uncertain if she could leave the place with only the one set’s owner or not; but home was beckoning her. That emptiness had not followed her into this place eighty-two years past, and had not once come to the surface while she’d lived in the darkness of this forest world. That had been filled up the moment she realised she could fix it. That she could come here and take back what was sucked out from her.

Withdrawing her silver knife as she watched a skinwalker arrive, Jo brushed her thumb over the reflective, shiny but dented surface, as she reflected on how easily it was for her to get back here. A desperate prayer directed to the archangel who looked at her with eyes filled with such pity that she’d barely controlled herself from breaking down into it again. A plea and a promise not to ruin the future with what she knew, not to impact on any that were inside there, not to stop the future in any way that she could. And finally the offering of the last archangel blade outside of Heaven’s control from the hex box buried deep within her storage container; a blade she had no recollection of how she came to own it, but which was received by the other with his own sad eyes before agreeing to take her back to the portal at the start of the century. It barely took effort on her part, but she supposed staying hidden and non-obtrusively alive in the desolete forest since then would have been a high price for most others to pay.

Just as she was begining to lose faith that this was the right place, the growling started up before the clearing was lost in the darkness as the shadows swarmed the space over the inhuman shape of the wendigo arrived. Jo barely saw its shape before it was gone in dust and the shadows began retreating back to the tree line again.

“This will be the right place, sister..” “It had memory of your face. You are a fierce woman, so so fierce, you would have been a wonderful meal in past, Joanna.” “Ellie would not have eaten you, unlike older brother! You are Grey’s, you are still claimed, you aren’t for eating.” “Don’t worry, Ellie, they were just kidding about makin’ a meal of me.” Jo responded to the outraged sounding voice of the young shadow, flipping her dagger over in her hand before tucking it into it’s holster. Looking into the clearing, she saw the second shape of a wendigo appear - skeletal and withered, charred skin from it’s death slowly repairing under the light of the world it was now in. “Speakin’ of meals though...”

The clearing was awash of shadows again, dust settling onto the dried grass as the swarm disipated again leaving the clearing almost empty again.

Jo stood at that point, as her eyes were drawn like magnets to the one monster remaining in the clearing itself. Pitch black against the grass. She felt the tell-tale pain of tears pricking at her eyes for the first time in eighty-two years, seven months and seventeen days; she felt the tug of her lips into an almost derangedly happy smile, painful from disuse and the width she could feel it was expanding to as she moved forward to the tree line; she felt the empty, gaping void inside of her fill to overbrimming as she stepped into the quasi-sunlight, hands tugging the fabric mask down her neck and the scarf from her hair to the ground below her as the shadow form appeared to twist and turn, looking around itself in confusion and anger.

She could tell, somehow she could tell, the moment that he saw her approaching him. Something clicked, and Jo could imagine she made a sight and a half with her hair brown from the mud and dirt (possibly with a twig or two sticking out), with her eyes wide and dark, with her tears making lines of black down her face from the charcoal, with her lips smiling widely back at him.

“Hey hun...” She could hear her voice crack over the pet name, her lips quivering between the broad smile she wanted and the scrunch of tears.

Stepping forward, almost to the shadow, Jo found the pieces of herself she’d locked away - all the pain and hurt, the betrayal and the joy, the overwhelming sadness and love - come flooding through her that would inevitably have the shadows in the treeline fighting their natural instincts to swarm her and possibly even the one in front of her doing the same. The pieces of herself rushing into her and putting her back together in the muted sunlight of Purgatory, as if the sun had finally broken through the clouds and was warming her to the very bone.

As she reached the other, Jo held out her hand with the watery smile, “You ready to go home now?”

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#purgverse #AU stories

[chalabrun]

seashore, charliebee

@sparksbysam replied to your post “Fuck it—send me Charliebee fic prompts babs! A present from me to this…”

From a glance or from looking from afar, if there was a boy or a man who was trying to interfere or to harm Charlie, what would Bumblebee do in that scenario? 

Warning(s): T, sexual assault attempt

He wasn’t out of her life; not for good like she’d thought. Weeks had passed since their farewell, teary and full of emotions that were difficult to bring to paper. Working on the Corvette made time pass with a little less of an ache, and the anticipation of going away to college once her gap year was over and done with filled her with a happy sense of anticipation. There was her job at the boardwalk, and she’d become inseparable friends with Memo.

 Things were good. At least topically.

 Sometimes she still saw a driverless, yellow Camaro. It never seemed to be close, or draw much attention, either. The windows were usually tinted so heavily that it was hard to think of peering inside. Even if the curiosity was there, pounding in the walls of her heart.

So, she just learned to ignore the sightings. Chalking them up as coincidence, that maybe it was attributable to Beverly Hills big wigs cruising through town rather than her close friend.

 Work was a steady monotony. Between dipping hot dogs in vats of grease to fry up on a stick and gradually warming her uncle to the idea of him taking her under his wing, it was enough to do. She filled her mind with blueprints of cars, of studying the latest car parts they sometimes imported from Japan.

 She was helping out more around the house, too. Sally and Ron had noticed a marked change in attitude, especially since the government had been willing to compensate them for the damages Bumblebee had unintentionally made. Even though she hadn’t made amends with Tina or Tripp Summers, at least she was sticking up for herself more. The doormat they’d been able to walk on was no more and had become the rug she pulled out from under them instead.

 Even so, it still felt too ordinary. Like the call to adventure she’d been dragged into had made her feel more alive than anything before it. That what she was doing now was just existing and nothing more.

 “Hey.”

 Pulled from her thoughts, Charlie looked up to see Tripp Summers leaning on the sill of the counter where people placed their orders. Remembering her own state of underdress, she self-consciously glanced down at herself before matching his like a deer caught in the headlights.

 “Oh, hey. Did you want to order something...?” she began cautiously, wondering if it wasn’t one of Tina’s schemes. Gingerly did she glance over and around him, wondering if Tina’s pack wasn’t nearby and cattily remarking on the entire ordeal.

 “Actually, I kinda wanted to ask you out on a date,” he replied with a coy smirk, leaning on the counter to accentuate his physique like men did in all the movies, cocksure they’d get the girl. He looked like the cat about to get the canary, to boot.

 Glancing over her shoulder, making sure her manager wouldn’t catch them, she broached with a skeptical look, “Hang on, Tripp--not that any girl wouldn’t love to be in this position, but--you’re not pulling my leg or something, are you? Because I do not want an angry or...potentially amused blonde and her posse ragging about this.”

 He raised a placating hand in accession. “Nah, I get it. Thing is, Tina and I are over. Her whole pettiness gets really old, you know? You look cool, though. And like someone who’d be willing to eat a burger.” That admittedly got a snort and short laugh from her. “What if you and I hit up the old arcade? Y’know, just something really chill. Soda, burgers, all the games we can play. You in?”

 Truthfully, that did sound like fun. Between the monotony of routine and how she’d been living life like a clockwork soldier, Charlie needed something different. A stone to chuck in the stagnant waters of a pond.

 Charlie nodded and smiled crookedly. “Sure. After my shift? I get off at five and if you give me some time to change, I’d be all set to go.”

 “Sounds like a deal, Watson. See you at six?”

 “Yeah, sure thing.”

Unbelievably, she wound up having more fun than she initially believed she would.

 Back in high school, Tripp Summers had been the unattainable jock and the very definition of the It boy. Star quarterback of their football team with promises of advancing on to an storied career as a college football player to professional, good grades, Prom King with the most popular girl in school on his arm for all four years through, he was everything she thought she’d never be able to even talk to.

 There had been some exchanges. Asking if he could copy biology homework, or asking for a pencil; even the odd, “What the hell is this?” at school pep rallies that saw them interacting with the school’s cringe-worthy mascot. A beaver with a huge, floppy tail. No one was enthused to be it, much less interact like most sports teams did.

 Then there was that one accident of soiling a customer’s order, and the goading to get her to dive.

 Otherwise, they hadn’t interacted much beyond that.

 “See, the trick is, you have to get in this tiny hole in the quarter, right? It’s sorta like lock picks do: like so.” Tripp demonstrated in a flourish with a quarter drilled through and tied with string, grinning at Charlie as the stooped by the Galaga game and popped the quarter inside, the screen acknowledging the deposit before Tripp yanked it free again. “See? Nice, huh?”

 “Whoa, cool. Can you do that again? I’m so not letting you win this round,” Charlie goaded as he did so, continuing with their hours-long foray through the arcade and playing as many rounds as they could.

 “Best two out of three?” Tripp simpered at her.

 “You’re on!”

 Eventually, the hours spanned into twilight and it soon grew dark by the time the arcade closed and they cruised in Tripp’s car on the way home.

 “Hey, you mind if we make a stop? The view from here is killer.” Charlie assented, already in agreement for a sight she’d seen before.

 Tripp banked to the right and they ascended the shallow hill crowned with tough, swaying sea grass and sandy soil that plunged headlong into the crashing sea. True to his word, the sight was one to behold as downtown San Francisco seemed to be spangled with stars and veins of white and red where traffic moved through the sleepless city. The red giant of the Golden Gate Bridge stood ever-constant vigil, the crowning glory.

 “Whoa, check out that view,” Charlie marveled appreciatively, craning in her seat. However, the seat itself was suddenly dipped back and the girl uttered a startled sound, light blocked out by Tripp’s enigmatically expressed face. Charlie furrowed her brows at him. “Uh, Tripp--“

 Charlie froze up the second she felt Tripp’s breath descend and ghost on her face, lips then smothering her own as her eyes shot wide in surprise. His weight shifted over and he straddled her, feeling the unpleasant sensation of his hand skimming the waistband of her jeans and searching upwards.

 “Tripp, hey--what are you doing--” However, she was quieted again with another unwelcome kiss, lips crammed messily against hers. “Tripp!”

 “Charlie, just relax. It’ll be fine, promise,” Tripp laughed as though it were nothing, as if he weren’t astride her, forcing her into something she never asked for or consented to. She could smell alcohol on his breath, but it sure as hell didn’t excuse this!

 Charlie wasn’t passive, that was for sure.

 Deciding she’d had enough when he tried to kiss her again, Charlie kneed his groin as hard as she could and Tripp jolted up from it in recoil, head smacking the roof of his car as he swore loudly and cursed Charlie as she fumbled with the lock and practically tumbled from the car, an indignant and enraged Tripp following suit.

 “What the fuck is wrong with you, Watson?” he roared as they stood in attrition, arms flung open. “Why do you have to act like such a fucking bitch?!”

 “You tried to force yourself on me!” Charlie shouted back, crossing her arms at him. “You didn’t even think to ask what I wanted!”

 Tripp reared his head back incredulously. “What the fuck do you think guys with girls come up here to do, Watson? Fucking stargaze?!”

 Out of the blue, the dull, metallic staccato of footfalls temporarily quelled as Charlie took a step back at who suddenly approached in a fury, eyes a fuming red as Tripp was hauled by a fistful of his shirt like a kitten by their scruff. The young man yelled out fearfully as he was suddenly dangled helplessly several feet off the ground, kicking his feet uselessly.

 “What the hell is that?!” he cried out in horror at the sight of Bumblebee glaring at Tripp angrily, an intimidating series of disapproving clicks and whistles sounded. He gaped at Bee helplessly, the Autobot narrowing his eyes dangerously.

 “Bee?”

 That alone was enough to call off the edgy crimson in Bee’s gaze, softening to a familiar blue, antennae perking receptively at the sound of her voice. Tripp was unceremoniously dropped to the ground in an unscrupulous heap, barking a shout as he was while Bumblebee stepped over him and squatted before Charlie with an affectionate expression.

 “Hey, my hero,” Charlie beamed as she craned herself to plant a kiss on Bee’s receptive brow. In the background, she could hear Tripp scramble into his car and speed off in a spray of dust. Good riddance. She’d be calling his parents in the morning, that was for sure. See how he liked it.

 “Are you alright, Charlie?” Bee inquired gently, patting off her head like when they’d first met.

 Charlie sighed gustily. “In desperate need of a shower and to brush my teeth, but--yeah, I’d say so.” Without warning did she walk into his proximity, circling her arms around his neck as Bee craned into it, their brows touching.

 “You know, he did make one good point about this place,” Charlie admitted as she leaned on Bee’s chest plate, smiling conspiratorially. With the way Bee’s eyes seemed to lid, their thought process was likely the same. ”...Do you want to? ...You know.”

 Her heartbeat spiked when Bumblebee slowly sprawled out on his back, eyes sinking closed while Charlie pulled herself a little higher for a better angle, sealing the space between them with a slow kiss, Bee’s hand hovering over the small of her back.

 Might as well salvage the night with someone she truly loved, right?

#sparksbysam #Charlie watson #bumblebee #charbee #charliebee #my writing #hope you like friend 8)

[bubblet-ea]

something foreign but altogether completely familiar

“the fuck?”

“please?” jimin all but whined, head tucked comfortably atop yoongi’s lap as both sets of fingers moved rapid-fire against his ps4 game controller.

“no,” yoongi’s green humanoid blob managed to shove jimin’s blue twerky thing to go plunging to his doom off a rotating blimp. 

”hah!” taehyung’s screech could be heard through his headset. “team taegi wildin’ out!”

“come on, just one time,” jimin’s eyes remained glued to the tv screen where he adamantly tried to body flop his way over taehyung’s yellow goop man that tried to throw him off again ”hoseok! you fuckin’ suck! you’re supposed to have my back!”

the only response received was a high pitched cackle-scream hybrid that had jimin flinching, probably bursting one of his eardrums as well. hoseok’s little red floppy dude went plummeting to his doom all on his own at the opposite end of the screen far from the melee going on between the other three players.

“yoongi please,” jimin was just that close of chucking his controller at the tv, nostrils flaring with annoyance at how crap he was at this game. “three hours, tops.”

“fuck no,” yoongi effectively managed to nudge both jimin’s and taehyung’s characters off the blimp, sacrificing his own partner with no remorse. (”hey! what the heck!”). “what part of no don’t you understand?”

“but i said please,” jimin finally tossed his controller and waved his metaphoric white flag of surrender. he opted for rolling flat on his back and lifting his gaze to stare up at the underside of yoongi’s chin with the softest puppy pout he could muster. “i thought we were bros.”

“no,” yoongi somehow managed to continue playing with a single hand, freeing the other to produce a swift flick on jimin’s forehead (”ow.”). “i am your elder, and you are a pint-sized peanut stuffed full of teenage gay angst and i don’t know why i put up with you.”

granted, jimin supposed that was true. yoongi was technically two years his senior. but they’d been practically biffles for life since childhood because their dads were fishing buddies. and jimin would rather have every last one of his teeth pulled out with steel pliers than to actually admit, but he picked this university for the sole purpose that it contained one min yoongi.

because.

best bros.

“but i thought you were my fam,” jimin plopped his body like deadweight and stretched his full height across the couch. “my homie for life, piña to my colada, the half to my whole, soy to my latte-”

“you can fuck right off with that.” 

 “and after all i’ve done for you,” jimin swooned, arm tossed over his eyes in a dramatic effect. he snuck a peak to glance up at the pointy end of yoongi’s nose.

the elder’s eyebrow was in serious danger of shooting up and out through the roof. if jimin didn’t know any better, and he liked to think he knew better than most, yoongi’s expression was definitely in danger of being permanently fixed the way it was, what with yoongi’s constant skepticism and no-fucking-nonsense-stick-up-his-ass-you-mess-with-me-i-will-shove-this-lamp-pole-up-your-fucking-dickhole attitude.

“pray tell, what exactly have you done for me?”

“like that one time,” jimin started, straightening out from his maiden’s swoon and poking up at yoongi’s left piercing. “you were thirsting over taehyung hardcore like the dehydrated prune ass bitch you are. and i had to step in and play cupid so you could finally man up the courage to tap dat.”

“damn boiiiii!” hoseok screeched.

“exposed!” taehyung followed. “i know i’m hot shit and all but daaaaang!”

“i will literally set your hair on fire, you oversized carrot top,” yoongi gritted through clenched teeth where jimin caught a muscle twitch. (”you love my glorious orange hair, don’t lie.”)

jimin could truly say that episode had been one helluva fuckin’ ride, an experience. to be honest, yoongi seemed to be hellbent on pretending the entirety of last winter holidays had never happened, it was that embarrassing. in the end, jimin’s efforts had been in vain and yoongi snapped right the fuck out of it when he realized taehyung was not the soft, sweet cotton fluff he thought and a whole lot of nasty, panty dropping extra that could not be contained.

yoongi shot him a brief, tight lipped smile that looked more constipated than anything else.

“it’s true though,” hoseok’s mirth was clearly visible even through the shitty wifi connection. “jimin did do you a solid.”

“the sex was really good though, you gotta admit.”

“first of all, you piece of shit,” yoongi’s game controller went to join jimin’s across the coffee table. “i did not thirst after taehyung-”

“you were so thirsty your skin was flaking,” jimin smirked, shortly before he was shoved off the couch to land in a puddle at yoongi’s feet. “ow, fuck that really hurt.”

“i am the king of gang beasts!” taehyung’s shrill deep voice echoed in jimin’s ears. “all hail king tae! bow, peasants, and kiss my feet!”

“the fucking disrespect,” yoongi’s toe nudge into jimin’s side, making him jerk sideways half under the table. “it was mid winter and i have eczema you snot rag. second of all,” yoongi continued on his tirade and jimin wheezed with laughter. “what you managed to do was set everyone up for fuckin’ centuries of cringeworthy humiliation that is bound to have my descendants curling in misery.”

“you’re so dramatic,” jimin smiled fondly, rolling back out from under the table and sitting himself up. he rested his chin along his arms crossed on the edge of the sofa by yoongi’s knees. “i totally helped you get dat ass. i am the best wingman.”

“you are a fucking nightmare, is what you are,” yoongi deadpanned, ruffling jimin’s already mussed up, pitch black hair.

“i know, but please,” jimin tried again, throwing on his best sulk face and capitalizing on the best asset god bequeathed him with. his plush, pouty lips. “just this one time,” he bat his lashes, just for good measure. “how often do i ask for favors?”

“all the fuckin’ time!”

“like when do you not?”

“did i ask for your opinion?! i think the fuck not!” jimin straightened out like a snapped spring and bellowed into his headset mic. through his peripheral vision, he saw yoongi take of his own headset and slowly rub at his temples.

“why do i put up with all of you,” yoongi let out a long suffering sigh.

“because you lo-”

jimin turned off the tv, remote arm out, cutting hoseok off mid-sentence. yoongi looked at him like he might kiss him. or not. with a shrug, jimin tossed the remote on the carpet by his feet.

“back to the subject,” he licked his lips, settling against the coffee table with his knees drawn to his chest. yoongi let out another heavy sigh, but that didn’t deter jimin. “just one time please. one date,” he attempted the most forlorn look, like stepped on flowers, run over a dog’s tail, cookies got burnt disconsolate. “taemin is gonna be there.”

“how do you even know this,” yoongi sighed. again.

“with jongin.”

jimin pouted extra hard.

“who the fuck is jongin,” yoongi rubbed his temples with his middle and forefinger, as if he was warding off an oncoming migraine. which is nonsense. because jimin is the light of yoongi’s life. he could attest to this.

“who is,” jimin's face crumpled. “who the fuck. jongin!” his arms shot up into the air. “kim jongin! the third year ballet twink with the good ass thighs and facial structure crafted by the gods! dance prodigy jongin!” jimin’s voice escalated with every syllable, in speed, pitch, and volume.

“that kim jongin. the one taemin dumped me for,” jimin was now truly feeling really sad. this was not how he’d anticipated this conversation to go down.

it still hurt. three weeks had passed since the evening that shall not be spoken of. and jimin’s chest still throbbed with an empty longing at the memories of how taemin had broken up with him at their favorite mom-and-pop cafe that had been the center point of almost a year’s worth of happy memories. the sacrilege, how dare?

“i found someone else,” taemin had said.

“well good riddance! ‘cause i was gonna break up with you first!” jimin’s brain to mouth filter completely went on vacation, leaving him with utter regret and despair. but why stop there? “i found someone else too!”

the look of surprise on taemin’s face had almost been worth it.

almost.

now jimin was stuck with empty words and no boyfriend to show for it.

“please,” jimin tried again, clutching at yoongi’s artfully ripped jeans, which was saying something as they were so tight they clung to the elder’s very legs like second skin. “i just gotta prove to him that i do have somebody else and i’m not like desperate-taylor-swift-binge-eating-sobfest-heartbroken.”

“you are heartbroken,” yoongi muttered, pulling off his headset and running a hand through his soft brown hair. “there’s nothing wrong with that. the asshole literally broke your heart. i’m pretty sure that’s the definition of heartbroken.”

“just to prove i have a boyfriend,” jimin could sense victory in the soft sigh leaving yoongi’s lips.

“but you don't.”

“minor detail,” jimin waved a nonchalant hand.

“i’d say that’s a big fucking detail,” yoongi replied gruffly, rubbing his face with his open hand.

“i’ll buy you dinner,” jimin enticed, coming up to his knees and peering up into yoongi’s face.

“it better be a good fucking dinner,” yoongi sighed, finally relenting.

success.

--

“i can't believe i let you talk me into this,” yoongi shook his head, jimin chancing furtive glances over his menu to look for that familiar face.

“just,” jimin finally caught taemin and his new boyfriend at the far side of the cafe, tucked away in a discreet corner booth. “pick something to eat while i do some recon.”

“fucking ridiculous,” yoongi released a long, deep breath but picked up his own menu and began to look through the list of foods. “recon,” yoongi snorted, a crease forming in between jimin’s brows as he tried to subtly, not so subtly, crane his neck as if he could actually catch what the other two were talking about if he stretched far enough.

he didn’t even notice as the waitress stopped by to take their order, squinting as he attempted to lipread what taemin was saying to jongin.

damn, it was hard to see exactly what words were being exchanged from this angle and distance.

but what wasn't too difficult to see, even for jimin from this length of space between, was the brilliant laughter playing on taemin’s lips and the way his eyes curved into that precious moon smile that was jimin’s favorite and had always been reserved for him and him only.

the dull thud in his chest echoed like a bucket dropped all the way to the bottom of an empty well.

he watched, breath held, as taemin pulled the other’s hand and pressed butterfly kisses along every knuckle. something he used to do for jimin too.

it felt as if he’d fallen into that empty well along with the bucket.

it hurt.

like a fucking bitch, it hurt.

he really thought he could do this. but he couldn't. not when taemin looked for all the world like a man completely smitten. and the other person wasn't jimin.

a sharp kick to the shin finally jolted his attention away from the other couple, a startled whine escaping through his parted lips as a bright hot pain traveled up his leg from the point of abuse.

“what the fuck,” jimin’s expression puckered, rubbing at the sore spot on his shin that was very likely to bruise. yoongi’s brow quirked, arms crossed over his chest looking bored as hell while jimin’s world came crashing down around his feet for what was probably the thousandth time since he’d been dumped.

“you’re supposed to be having a good time,” yoongi’s face softened when jimin bit down on his lower lip that had started to quiver. he blinked repeatedly, forcing back the burn that had begun to emerge around the corners of his eyes. it was becoming somewhat hard to breathe.

“do you want me to take you home?” the elder asked gently, and jimin shook his head faintly. “then what do you want to do?” yoongi enquired, head tilted to the side.

inhaling a shaky breath, jimin willed himself to calm. “can you just,” he answered after a moment of silence. “talk. just talk. about anything, i don't care. just please,” jimin didn’t really know what he was begging for. he just needed the pain in his chest to stop.

so yoongi began talking.

he started with a teacher aide in his music comp class that none of the students liked because he was a total pompous bitch. he talked about his latest assignment that was due in a few day’s time, but he’d procrastinated up until now because who fuck care anyways? he commented on the weather, about Pokémon GO, about a new movie that had come out, about the upcoming spring break and how their mothers expected them back home because yoongi’s older brother wanted him to meet his fiancé’s family and how jimin was going to come with him or else he’d die of boredom and the younger owed him a favor after this anyway.

the words flowed freely, and jimin was content to just listen to that deep silken voice wrap him softly like a bandaid over a wound.

he listened and he ate as yoongi talked, gradually forgetting the reason that he was here in the first place and began to actually engage in the conversation.

“do i get a free meal out of it?” jimin tipped his head to the side, popping a french fry in his mouth and licking the bit of ketchup off the end of his middle finger. at that, he thought he caught a near imperceptible dip in the elder’s adam’s apple. but he waved it off as just his imagination.

“freeloader,” a hand leaned over the table to ruffle jimin’s hair before he could swing out of yoongi’s reach.

“knock it off,” jimin huffed, batting the hand away. “and no i’m not.”

“you are soft as fuck,” yoongi laughed at the excitement that lit up jimin’s face. “yes, you’re getting a free meal out of my brother so you’re ass is coming.”

“okay.”

“and you act like you never get a free meal whenever you come banging on my doorstep anyway,” yoongi said in a deadpan tone, sliding his credit card into the check folder the waitress brought over. “you know how much my mom loves you.”

“i can’t wait to play with holly,” jimin hummed with a content smile, sipping on his watered down coke zero.

--

“thanks for, you know,” jimin stared down at his feet, scuffing the point of his right shoe against the concrete. he glanced up to see yoongi shrug, hands tucked away into the pockets of his jeans while they stood outside of jimin’s dorm.

they’d done this a million and trillion times before in the past. but why did jimin feel somewhat nervous?

yoongi was as familiar to him as his own right arm, or his favorite blanket back home.

there was something different though, hanging in the crisp night air between them... something that was never there before.

“thank you for being the best fucking bro in the whole fucking world?” yoongi prompted when he’d paused for long enough, jimin snorting with amusement and retuning somewhat back to planet earth.

“yeah, that,” he conceded, fingers clasped behind his back for lack of anything better to do with them. “thank you.”

something warmed inside jimin’s chest at the soft grin that spread across yoongi’s face, eyes traveling down his side profile as the elder looked up into the starry deep sky above.

when their eyes met again, it was as if jimin hadn’t known yoongi his entire life, since toddlerhood, something foreign yet altogether completely familiar thrumming in his chest.

“’night.”

“good night,” jimin licked his suddenly dry lips. he watched as yoongi turned, breaking into a light jog as he moved back towards his car parked in the no-parking zone with the emergency lights flashing.

what the hell?

--

“i’ve been doing some thinking.”

silence.

“can i ask you something?” 

the only response jimin received was a muted grunt.

“and hear me out, okay? don’t just completely write this off,” jimin continued, staring at yoongi’s back from his current position of lying perpendicular across the elder’s bed, head hanging upside down over the edge.

yoongi didn’t even glance up from the composition project he was working on. the one he’d procrastinated on for weeks now. the one that was due within the next twenty-four hours, holy fucking shit rest in pieces.

“i think we should try kissing a go,” jimin blurted out, body tensed, as he watched for yoongi’s response.

there was the briefest of pause in his constantly moving hand, the soft pen scratches going even quieter still until it had completely stopped.

jimin held his breath, if only to not break the utter silence. the room was so thick with it, he thought he could put a knife right through it and cut a slice straight out of the air.

cricket cricket bitch.

after several minutes had passed, jimin was about to laugh it off as a joke when yoongi finally responded, “don’t be stupid,” and resumed his work once again as if jimin hadn’t said anything at all.

“but i’m being serious,” jimin rolled over onto his front, chin propped up on his clasped fingers and boring holes in the elder’s back between his shoulder blades.

yoongi finally turned, shooting jimin a long, searching look that had him squirming to the very tips of his toes.

without another word, the elder lobbed a crumbled up composition sheet that landed squarely in the center of jimin’s forehead.

“ow what the fuck?!”

--

“i cannot believe,” yoongi exhaled a sigh of resignation, glaring up at the ceiling flashing technicolor strobe lights as if it had done him some personal great injustice.

“is that jongin over there? can y’see him? i can’t tell if it’s him or not,” jimin was just this close to overbalancing and tipping over the barstool with how far he was stretching his neck to catch a glance of the familiar looking couple dancing amongst the drunken crowd.

he’d lost count of how many shots of tito’s he’d downed in the past few hours they’d been camped out at the congested bar. jimin was a man on a mission. and yoongi’s palm was warm against the small of his back, propped there to prevent his fall, made all the warmer by the inebriating flush that spread across his cheeks.

nibbling on his parched lips, jimin leaned even further out to squint at the blond haired man that looked kind of like taemin and kind of didn’t, only breaking his stare when taehyung dipped by to pass him another shot of something or other.

“drink bitch!”

“i think not,” yoongi swooped in before jimin could reach to intercept the small glass rimmed with salt.

“ooh tequila?” jimin pivoted on the stool without warning, nearly knocking the drink out of yoongi’s hand and quite suddenly placing the elder to stand in between his legs. 

“but i have limes!” taehyung’s boxy smile stretched so wide, jimin couldn’t help but grin back as he tried to grab the shot.

“i think you’ve had enough,” yoongi stretched his arm away from jimin’s circumference of reach.

“but i have limes!” taehyung repeated as if that tidbit of fact made it even more important. and quite frankly, jimin couldn't help but agree.

“give it,” he pouted, one hand grasping onto yoongi’s shoulder and the other reaching out making grabby hands at the glass.

“why you gotta cock block?” taehyung whined, having already downed his own and cramming the lime wedge into his mouth.

“no,” yoongi said in a no-nonsense tone that should've brooked no argument.

but jimin was buzzed and had no shits to give at the moment, completely forgetting that his best bro for life had promised to please, please, please play designated let’s-not-let-jimin-do-anything-utterly-stupid-whilst-in-his-intoxicated-state.

however, that was besides the point.

what was the point again?

instead, jimin opted for wrapping his legs around yoongi’s waist to bring him even closer, extending his wiggling arm to the best of its somewhat stunted abilities to reach, reach, reach...

oh.

“shit!”

“ow.”

“y’okay?”

the stool ended up tipping over, both of them landing in a puddle of confused limbs and pained grunts. but jimin’s fall had been miraculously cushioned by yoongi’s chest, the elder having fallen flat on his back against what jimin could only imagine was the disgustingly alcohol-sticky tiled floor. gross.

yoongi groaned, his voice barely audible over the pounding bass intermixed with taehyung’s loud shrieking.

“hey,” jimin rested his chin on yoongi’s chest, his already muddled brain just a tiny bit overwhelmed by the stale and bitter scent of beer that lingered on the other’s lips. “you’re kinda cute, how did i never notice before.” 

yoongi snorted, groaned, jimin couldn't tell which.

“i’m gonna kiss you,” jimin said before his consciousness could actually catch up with his brain. “y’know, not because we’re best bros or anything, but like because you’re kinda cute right now and i’m kinda drunk and i couldn't think about anything but this for the past few days since-”

“just fucking shut up,” yoongi leaned up and pressed his lips onto jimin’s. 

it tasted bitter, but it was warm and soft. and it tasted like something foreign but altogether completely familiar, like a promise of the past and present and future.

it tasted like home.

“literally you are such a piece of shit,” yoongi smiled fondly when they finally came up for air.

yup, definitely felt like home.

#yoonmin #bts fic #pre-relationship #fluff #mini mini mini angst #slice of life #literally have no idea what this is #there's a lot of cursing involved #past 2min

[thethespacecoyote]

"Beer and Brothers”

“So, what’s with the unicorn thing?” Rhys waved the opener as Tim rejoined him on the couch with his own beer and a plate of steaming hot stuffed mushrooms. Tim sat with a snicker, propping his feet up on the coffee table.

“That’s Jack’s. He’s got kind of a unicorn obsession.”

“Jack?”

“I…my brother? Jack? You didn’t forget, did you?” Tim popped the cap off his own beer with a hiss. Rhys’ brow twitched, taking a sip of the beer as if it’d help him remember.

“I….vaguely…but I don’t think I ever met him?” He recalled a fuzzy mention of Tim’s brother at some point, maybe a childhood picture or two. But nothing concrete. Obviously, not enough to help him even remember that Tim even had a sibling.

This is a meme ask that kind of got out of control, haha. Rhys comes back home from college for the summer and reconnects with Tim, who is now living with his older brother....no prizes if you guess what happens when Rhys finally meets him. 

Despite sending out nearly a dozen applications, Rhys was ending his freshman year of college without an internship or even any concrete plans on what he was going to spend his summer doing. He’d been holding out on the hope that one of the places that hadn’t outright rejected him might get back to him at the eleventh hour, but as he’d finished his finals and started packing, he’d had to admit defeat.

Rhys had comforted himself with the knowledge that there were still two more summers before he graduated and got thrust out into the real world, leaving him with two more chances to land that sweet internship that would secure him a lucrative job and show up everyone who’d judged him by his pretty-boy looks rather than his intellect.

Though honestly? When he arrived home, he found it actually refreshing to be back to the suburbs after spending the last few months in the more urban environment of his college. Going back to his home base, in his own room and with all the stuff he hadn’t been able to bring with him, was nice, as was not having to worry about what he was going to eat without risking the freshman fifteen that had loomed every time he’d stepped foot in the school cafeterias. Dad was busy, and Mom worked part time, but the fridge and pantries were still stocked and more importantly, free, so Rhys was pretty happy.

A couple days after coming home he’d decided to take a walk around the neighborhood after a decent enough breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast. He’d laced up the sneakers that had barely got any runtime during the semester and started on an easy jog, happy to feel the summer air on his skin.

The neighborhood had changed little since Rhys had seen it back around Christmas. Some of the houses that had been mid-remodel looked a little more complete, now, the portable toilets and chainlink fences now replaced with fresh new terra cotta porches and gardens full of sustainable succulents. A couple buildings boasted fresh new coats of paint, or new gutters, or any number of little things Rhys vaguely noted were different.

He puffed, slowing his pace as he rounded a corner, now more interested in observing the buildings lining the street than really pushing himself to exercise. Eventually he slowed to a walk, sticking his hands in his sweatpants pockets.

Most of the houses looked the same, aside from a slight change in foliage due to the nascent summer season. The very same bundle of olive trees flanked the far side of the Springs’ house, and as Rhys drew near the very familiar barking of Zoomy echoed from beyond the front gate as the fat little daschund scratched his paws up against the mesh.

He stopped for a moment to coo at the dog, chuckling as it yipped louder and hopped around in little circles. Rhys wondered if Janey had some dog-walking she needed done over the summer. Might be a good way to make money, and he liked dogs well enough, even one who thought they were still a puppy like Zoomy.

As he continued down the sidewalk, he expected to next pass the Lawrence house, resting in the shade of Janey and Athena’s huge, rustling olive trees. The house was a sight he’d gotten used to in his teenaged years, when he and Vaughn typically swung by to pick up Tim on their way down to the shoreline to hang out.

But as he walked beyond the trees, expecting to see the dumpy, pale yellow home with the sagging white crown molding and spare lawn, he found there was no longer anything there.

Later that night, at dinner, Rhys decided to bring it up to his parents.

“So,” Rhys piped up as soon as he swallowed a mouthful of cauliflower, “I was out walking today and uh, the place where the Lawrences lived isn’t like….there, anymore?”

“Oh. The Lawrence house was condemned during the spring….didn’t we tell you that?” his mother questioned.

Rhys figured they might have, but perhaps he’d forgotten due to over-focus on exams and projects and getting into the habit of doing his laundry once a week.

“Probably…did something happen to Tim? Or um. You-know-who?”

“I would have thought Tim would have told you…she passed a little after the New Year.” Rhys’ eyes widened.

“Oh wow…”

“It might be a good idea to give him a call? I heard he had moved in with family, but I’m not sure what happened beyond that…”

“Y-Yeah.” Rhys nodded numbly. “That’s probably a good plan.”

As soon as dinner was over and his plate cleared, Rhys rushed to his room, yanking out his phone and scrolling to Tim’s contact info He dialed it and flicked it on speaker, praying that Tim hadn’t changed his number. He nervously tapped the side of his phone at the dial tone, heart leaping when it stopped with a click and a familiar voice echoed throughout his room.

“Hello?”

“Tim! It’s Rhys,” he chimed, giddy feeling in his belly. He hadn’t realized it’d been so long since he’d actually spoken to one of his closest friends.

“Oh my god, Rhys, it’s been forever.” Tim sounded pretty good, which was encouraging. At least that meant he probably wasn’t living on the streets.

“Right? You know how it is. College and stuff.”

“Oh yeah, I know Mr. Smart Guy.” Rhys could practically hear Tim’s smile. “So what’s up?”

“Dude, I saw your house, or uh. Where your house used to be,” Rhys corrected, his mouth open to give Tim his condolences when a happy little chuckle fed from the other end of the conversation.

“Yeah, right? Good riddance.”

“Huh?”

“I’ve got a new place now. Million times better than my old one. You wanna come by and see it?”

“I—wait, you have a new place? How? When? Who is—”

“Rhys,” Tim interrupted, “this’ll be easier to explain in person….how about you come by. Whenever you’re free?”

“I’m free all the time,” Rhys said a little too quickly, but to be honest, he was more than curious about what exactly Tim had been up to while he’d been away at college.

It sounded like they had a lot of catching up to do.

When Rhys had thought about the kind of apartment Tim might get, he’d imagined a smaller, quainter looking place—maybe a rented bungalow where part of the expense was waived on the agreement the tenant would care for the resident cats.

Not the large, fancy, beachside condo that the address Tim had given him had led him to.

But when he knocked on the door, it was definitely Tim who opened it—and scooped him up in a big hug, those familiar strong arms wrapping around Rhys’ waist and lifting him up on his tip-toes.

“Whew, you’re a lot stronger than you used to be, huh?” Rhys wheezed when Tim finally plunked him back down on his heels, grin still bright. His freckles were practically twinkling—jeez, when had he last seen Tim this happy?

“There’s a gym on the first floor, it’s great, fucking state-of-the-art, been spending a lot of time there.” Tim waved him into the apartment proper, shutting the door behind him with the beep of the electronic lock.

“Holy shit,” Rhys blurted as Tim lead him into the massive living room, leaving Rhys to seriously wonder about whether his friend had just decided to shack up in a set for a luxury home and garden magazine. Only the handful of touches—such as the video game system set into the oakwood entertainment center, as well as the lavish, full-color movie posters and vintage cheese and beefcake pictures alike framed on the walls—signified that something other than aesthetic and dust lived here.  

“I mean….talk about an upgrade.”

Tim bobbed on his feet, blue kitten socks squeaking against the hardwood floors. Practically giddy.

“You’re telling me. So much better. I mean, when Grandma died there was no point in me staying there any longer anyway. The place was already a mess—you remember.” Tim shuddered. Honestly, Rhys hadn’t been over to the Lawrence place in quite some time, the last visit being long before he left for college. As much as he’d always liked Tim and enjoyed his company, his grandma was well….not to speak of the dead, but she’d been a stone-cold bitch. He wasn’t that broken up about it and thankfully neither was Tim.

“No more piles of ancient newspaper and hidden rusty buzz saws…you remember when I had to get a tetanus shot? God. I’m glad to be out of there and in here,” Tim grinned, throwing out his arms in the wide open space. “It’s soooo much nicer.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Rhys snickered. Tim’s lips quirked up secretively, leaning in and whispering though they were the only ones in the apartment.

“You know…if you want to…we totally can.”

“Really?” It wouldn’t be Rhys first time drinking alcohol. His uncle had given him a sip of Southern Comfort when he was twelve and he’d been to a couple frat parties over the course of the semesters whenever he’d had a break. But drinking and chilling in Timothy’s fancy new house sounded a lot more appealing than either of those experiences had been.

“My brother’s super chill. He lets me borrow his beer as long as it stays in the apartment and I promise not to go out while I’m wasted.” Tim led Rhys towards the sleek kitchen, opening the huge steel fridge and pulling two beers out of the clanking drawer.  

“Hold on, I’m gonna heat us up some stuffed mushrooms from last night. Bro’s a fucking amazing cook.” Tim waved Rhys back off to the living room as he grabbed a glass tupperware from the fridge and kicked the door shut.

Rhys was still a year shy of the drinking age, but in the privacy of the apartment and with Tim’s insistence he accepted the beer from his friend and took a seat on the couch. He peered at the label as Tim buzzed the leftovers in the microwave, snorting at the almost pointlessly ornate design of a unicorn dabbed in gold leaf and surrounded by diamonds and twirling Celtic branches one might find reproduced in a history book.

“Here, catch,” Tim called as he appeared in the doorway, tossing something weighty and metallic in Rhys’ direction. He caught it deftly, raising an eyebrow at the design. Unicorn themed, like the label, with the opener proper sticking out of the horse’s head where the horn would normally be. Rhys stuck tongue out between his lips as he nudged the bottle opener underneath the cap, carefully popping it open.

“So, what’s with the unicorn thing?” Rhys waved the opener as Tim rejoined him on the couch with his own beer and a plate of steaming hot stuffed mushrooms. Tim sat with a snicker, propping his feet up on the coffee table.

“That’s Jack’s. He’s got kind of a unicorn obsession.”

“Jack?”

“I…my brother? Jack? You didn’t forget, did you?” Tim popped the cap off his own beer with a hiss. Rhys’ brow twitched, taking a sip of the beer as if it’d help him remember.

“I….vaguely…but I don’t think I ever met him?” He recalled a fuzzy mention of Tim’s brother at some point, maybe a childhood picture or two. But nothing concrete. Obviously, not enough to help him even remember that Tim even had a sibling.

“You wouldn’t have. Jack’s lived abroad for years, mostly doing business and things like that…” Tim scratched the back of his head. “For awhile now he’s been moving up the ranks of…well…he recently got promoted to head of programming at Hyperion.”

“Hyperion? Are you serious?” Rhys balked. He had no idea that Tim’s older brother worked for one of the biggest defense contractors on the entire planet. Hyperion was the kind of group so big and with its fingers in so many pots that even mentioning its name was cause for controversy back on his campus. Rhys liked to think he had a more nuanced view of the company now than he had as a teenager, but its power and unusual flashiness for such a serious business still had a hold on him.

Not to mention, Hyperion internships were some of the most sought after for programmers and engineers. Rhys had tried for one earlier in the year as a lark, and the little hope he’d had at getting it had been dashed fairly quickly. Hyperion was very efficient in its rejection.

Tim gulped down a mouthful of beer, scrubbing the foam from his lips.

“Yeah, like I said…he’s pretty far up there now…so that’s why we have such a nice place. Jack put up the money for it. Bought it outright.”

“H-he bought it?” Rhys was lucky he’d already swallowed his beer, otherwise he might’ve choked. He’d never heard of anyone just…buying an apartment. Was that even legal?

“Yeah, so no worries about rent. Jack still wants me to get a job to help with food, but well…it’s not exactly crucial you know?”

“Oh my god. How rich is he?”

“He works for Hyperion, Rhys. So….gonna say….pretty damn rich. Rich enough that I don’t have to worry about ever living in a place like the old house ever again.”

Tim turned a little sideways on the couch, leaning in like he was about to tell a secret.

“You know…Grandma was pretty old, but it wasn’t like she was dying or anything.” Tim hummed, smacking his lips in between sips of beer. “I kind of wonder sometimes if like…Jack somehow had her killed.”

Rhys snorted, shoving his shoulder.

“You’re not serious.”

“Mmmm. Maybe not,” Tim’s throat bobbed as he drained his beer, letting the empty bottle dangle from his fingers. “But if anyone could do it and make it look like an accident…”

“Please, Tim, he’s not fucking James Bond,” Rhys snickered, closing one eye and peering into the depths of his own bottle. An inch or so of liquid sloshed at the bottom, and Tim had already finished his first beer—he really needed to catch up.

He leaned his head against the back of the couch, dramatically tipping the beer up like he was trying to balance it on his lips as he chugged, Tim’s giggly chanting nearly making him snort it up his nose before he finished it with a gasp.

“That’s good stuff right there…I think…” Rhys burped as he wedged the empty bottle between the couch cushions, choosing to sit and rub the fuzzy suede of the couch while Tim got up and grabbed them another pair of beers.

By the time the front door clicked open he and Tim had already drunk half of their bottles respectively, giggling like children as they reminisced about their high school days. Rhys perked up at the sound of footsteps echoing against the wooden floors, followed by the jangle of the trash can and a smooth, masculine voice.

“Are you getting into the IPA again Timmy? I swear if you keep this up I’m gonna make you pay for i—oh.”

Oh.

Rhys pulled the lip of the bottle away from his mouth, momentarily frozen by the man that had suddenly walked through the doorway into the living room.

For a moment, he wondered if maybe he had been right all along and Tim was shacking up somewhere he wasn’t supposed to, and this was the realtor stripped from the billboards and sent to kick them out.

But then Tim snorted, rolling his eyes as he tipped the beer all the way back down his throat.

“Eat me, Jack, you wanna keep me out so bad you can put a lock on the drawer.” He smacked his lips with a satisfied gasp as Rhys stared, recognition dawning on his face.

So this was Jack.

Globe-trotter Jack. Wealthy beyond his wildest dreams Jack. Programming head at Hyperion Jack.

Handsome Jack.

Oh God. He was handsome.

It was as if Tim was the base model for one of those video game where you could customize your own character and someone had pulled and pinched and yanked him out until he was taller, broader, and more angular. Rhys could still see the similarities in their face and eyes—honestly, they looked more alike than most siblings Rhys had encountered did—but Jack was sharper, his chin more prominent and shoulders broader and cheeks wiped clean of the charming little freckles that dotted Tim’s face.

Rhys knew he must have seen a picture of Jack somewhere in the five years that he’s known Tim, but he doesn’t remember being this struck by his appearance before. Maybe he was the kind of guy more suited to real life than photography, with a kind of magnetism accenting an already aesthetically pleasing picture. Though Rhys can’t imagine that, if he were to be a creep and snap a picture right now, that Jack would look bad. It seemed as impossible as perpetual motion.

Maybe he was exaggerating. Rhys had heard of “beer goggles” before, but even if he was drunkenly inflating Jack’s handsomeness to godly proportions, well, that still meant that he had to be pretty damn hot. He felt on the verge of a heart attack right now, so even if sober-vision Jack ended up popped down a few pegs, he would definitely still send Rhys’ affection aflutter.

What was it Rhys had said earlier? That Jack was no James Bond? He took it back. He had the look, the international intrigue, the fancy clothes and commanding presence. He could very well be a super spy. At the very least he should be on TV. If Jack appeared on a commercial trying to sell him as expensive as cologne or as mundane as dish soap his bank account would drop just as fast as his boxers.

“Your little friend okay there?” Jack grunted, jabbing a finger in Rhys’ direction. Though he’d been addressing Tim instead of him, Rhys still nodded, flighty little smiles fighting with his need to appear cool as he did so.

“Oh, he’s just a little drunk is all.” Tim waved off, gathering up the empty beers laying around the couch and coffee table.

“What, is it his first time? Kid looks like a hamster staring down a rabid dog.”

Jack cocked his head, narrowing his eyes at Rhys. God, the way his tanned skin crinkled around eyes piercing as the tropic waters Rhys envisioned him lounging around on, his shirt off and hopefully broad pecs and strong, lifting arms on display and maybe even glistening with coconut oil coating Rhys’ hands—

“Hah, holy crap, I think you broke him,” Jack snickered, suddenly really close to Rhys with a palm as big as his head waving right in front of his eyes. As Rhys blinked, he caught the glimpse of a couple details he’d somehow missed from gawking at Jack earlier—a sliver of a ring banded with amber and set with some kind of pretty blue stone, and a slightly faded azure tattoo encircling his wrist. He was starting to count the hairs on Jack’s forearm and note how they glinted with a sliver of the afternoon sun filtering from the windows when Jack’s hand moved and instead planted atop his head.

“What’s your name, pumpkin? If you’re that wasted, I can always make something up, buuuut Timmy will tell you not everyone is a fan of that.” Jack ruffled Rhys’ hair, his head moving with the force behind his hand. Rhys blinked rapidly, trying to clear the haze of both the beer and the sudden rush of cologne wafting from Jack’s neck from his brain so he could respond without tripping over his tongue.

Jack leaned back away from Rhys as Tim returned, bringing Jack a beer of his own as well as a glass of water. The older man grinned brightly, taking the beer from his brother’s hands and clapping him on the shoulder.

“Aw, there’s a good boy, Timmy-Tams.”

Tim rolled his eyes.

“Don’t,” he sighed, taking a sip of water, “you better not be giving him a terrible nickname too.”

Jack rubbed his chin, a fiendish, thinking grin crawling over his face.

“Give me a sec, and I’m sure I can think of something appropriate for your little friend.”

Rhys’ heart fluttered, hoping he could pass of the blush as baby’s-first gin blossoms. He tipped his chin towards his chest, shyly hiding his face into his hoodie like a turtle.

“Here Rhys, have some water,” Tim sat down besides him, passing the glass of water.

“Don’t do it, kiddo, didn’t he tell ya? He totally backwashes.” Rhys spluttered slightly as Tim shot Jack an annoyed look.

“I do not. And stop, you’re gonna make him choke.”

“Hate to break it to you, Tim-Tums, with a face like that he’s probably used to it.”

“Oh fuck off, Jack,” Tim growled as he took the glass from Rhys’ lips, earning him a cuff on the head from his brother.

“Language, kiddo, jeez.” Tim flipped him off as Jack plunked down on the other side of Rhys, arm slinging over the back of the couch.  

“You staying for dinner, Rhysie-pie?” Rhys could feel Jack’s breath against his ear.

“Uh, um, can I…?”

“I dunno, can you?” Tim swatted Jack’s leg.

“You’re welcome to if you want. I’m sure Jack won’t be able to resist showing off his cooking skills to someone new.”

“College boy isn’t a vegetarian or something, is he? You know how those places can get. Cause I’m making filet and I ain’t going out to buy you a salad if you’re gonna whine.”

“N-No! Um, meat is great.”

“Heh. Ain’t that the truth.”

Rhys perked and nodded.

“Yeah. I love meat!”

“Shout it to the heavens, kiddo, amen,” Jack winked, patting Rhys’ knee before rising to stand. His fist clenched at the contact, feeling sweaty underneath his layers of clothes. Rhys’ heart leapt for a moment as Jack reached down, only to grab Tim by the wrist and tug him to his feet.

“Upsy-daisy, Timmy, I ain’t cooking while you too laze around getting wasted on my beer.”

“Ugh, fine,” Tim moaned, “lemme take a leak first though, ‘kay?”

“You’re gonna break the seal, pumpkin!” Jack called after him, smirking as he turned back to look at Rhys, who still sat, swaying slightly.

“You got enough mental faculty to help me out with dinner, kiddo, or should we just let you marinate for a bit longer? I can put on the TV if you need help zoning out.”

“N-No! I’d love to help!” Rhys blurted, stumbling up to his feet and willing his bones not to turn to jelly. Literally going weak-kneed around Jack would be embarrassing.

He followed the man into the kitchen, awkwardly supporting himself against the granite countertop as he dumbly watched Jack flit about, pulling ingredients and scattering them out in a pattern of composed chaos. Though he’d offered, he wasn’t sure what exactly to do to help and his voice was kind of stuck in his throat as he watched the fabric of Jack’s blazer pull and crinkle with each of his movements. God, it looked expensive and he really wanted to touch it. Run his hand up Jack’s back until he got to the sculpted whirlwind of hair twirling up his head in a style that was either meticulously crafted or simply sprayed into place right after waking. If Jack used any product, Rhys wanted to know.

The toilet flushed somewhere in the distance of the apartment. Rhys wasn’t sure if he wanted Tim to hurry up, or take his time washing his hands.

Rhys’ attention snapped away as Jack slapped three ruby-red, glistening cuts of meat against a rosewood cutting board, humming to himself as he raided the steel rack of spices and dashed them together in a small steel bowl. He tossed them with deft fingers, shaking the seasoning out on each flank of the meat, massaging it into the raw flesh.

Rhys looked away, staring pointedly at his fuzzy reflection in the toaster as Jack suddenly turned to look over his shoulder, flicking excess seasoning off his fingers with a faint splat.

“Aw crud. Tim-Tums!” Jack called over the distant sound of the faucet running.

“What?”

“I forgot the frikkin’ veggies in the Porsche, can you grab ‘em for me?”

Rhys heard the bathroom door creak open, Tim’s voice a lot less muffled.

“You can’t get them yourself? Really?”

“I got meat juice all over my hands, kiddo! You want me to stain the suede?”

“Ugh. Fine!” Tim called, appearing briefly through the kitchen doorway as he crossed the hallway from the bathroom to the front door. Jack tossed his keys expertly as Tim passed by, the man skillfully catching it. The click of the unlocked door swinging shut behind him left Rhys consciously aware of the reality that he was now alone in the apartment with Jack.

His fingers gripped the edge of the countertop, eyes hoping to return back to the toaster or one of the many other shiny appliances in the kitchen, but as he sought out a mundane distraction suddenly a crisp white shirt and undone collar and hint of bronze chest filled his view, and oh no, he was a goner.

“So this is the kid Timmy’s always been telling me about…lemme get a good proper look at you, pumpkin.”

Suddenly, Jack’s finger was on his jawline, tilting Rhys’ head up. His skin was a little greasy, a little wet from where he’d been handling the meat. It left a little trail over Rhys’ own skin as Jack started to stroke down to his chin, eyes searching Rhys’ face—for what, the young man didn’t know, but Jack must have found it quickly, because his sharp grin soon spread from cheekbone to cheekbone.

“Hah. Whoops. Sorry about that.” Jack lifted his fingers from Rhys’ jawline, rubbing the oily tips together so close to Rhys’ lips he cold nearly taste the fat. “Ah well. What’s a little meat juice between friends?” Jack’s eyes glimmered, showing off the slightly different hues that might just be a trick of the kitchen lighting.

“And we’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Y-Yes?”

“Bet you’ve made a lot of new friends in college, huh Rhysiekins?”

Rhys nodded, voice sticking again.

Jack moved in closer, hands bracing on either side of Rhys, fingers close to the young man’s own on the granite of the counter’s edge. He could feel Jack’s ring brushing up against the side of his palm—it was warm, like his hand.

“You like ‘Rhysiekins,’ pumpkin? Or should I keep trying to find the perfect little nickname for you?” Jack’s voice was definitely slumming into a throaty purr that had the hair on the back of Rhys’ neck standing up. His voice managed to claw out of his throat but stumbled into his mouth, his eyelids fluttering like a hummingbird gorged on nectar.

“You have any plans for the summer, cupcake? Internships, jobs, volunteer work, partying?”

Rhys felt hypnotized, just barely able to eke out a response because he felt like Jack wanted it.

“Uh…n-not really…just gonna kind of hang out, you know?”

Jack’s hand lifted, pinning one of Rhys’ against the counter. He tapped it softly, sending blood pumping in time up to Rhys’ already full cheeks.

“Mm. Then I expect to see a lotta you around this place, ‘kay?”

“Y-Yes sir.” It slipped out before Rhys could stop it. Jack threw back his head and laughed, body swaying away from Rhys’.

“Sir! Oh, I like you kiddo.”

Jack liked him. He liked him. Rhys couldn’t stop the grin that split across his face even if he wanted to.

By the time Tim returned from the car, arm slung with reusable bags full of vegetables, Jack had moved away from Rhys to preheat the oven and grab another beer from the fridge. Rhys nodded at Tim’s silent question as he set the bags of produce on the counter, sure to stifle any lingering blush lest his best friend get a hint of what had happened between him and Jack. As hot as the man was, Rhys had just re-connected with Tim. He didn’t want to risk that.

But as he finished washing and handing the silky vegetables over to Jack—who deftly grasped them in his huge hands and sunk his blade into their juicy, yielding flesh—Rhys couldn’t help but feel like he’d finally found something he really wanted to do this summer.

#spacetext #fanfic #long post #rhack #modern AU #jack is like 27 in this #tftbl