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evening-starlight · 3 years

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Warm Beers

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Kenzie slips out of her room, quietly closing the door behind her. JJ was still asleep, cuddling into one of Kenzie's pillows with the green dinosaur squishmallow John B. gifted Kenzie last year under one arm. He looked so peaceful that Kenzie couldn't bring herself to kick him out, even though it was already eight in the morning, and she could hear her dad downstairs making breakfast.

"Does JJ want eggs?" Shoupe asks, back turned towards Kenzie when she enters the kitchen. His daughter stops in her tracks and stares at his back. How the hell did he know? Kenzie made sure that everything was put away and that they stayed quiet all night. "You're not as sneaky as you let yourself believe, Z," Victor points out and looks at his daughter with a knowing smirk.

"Dad, I'm so sorry," Kenzie starts to apologize, knowing she broke one of her dad's rules. Again. No boys were allowed to have sleepovers until after she was eighteen.

"Don't apologize. I've known since the first night. If I wanted to get you in trouble, I would have," Shoupe points out, turning back to the scrambled eggs in the pan. "You're too good to that boy, you know?"

Kenzie slides into a barstool and leans against the counter. She rolls her eyes and protests, "He just needs some extra love. You've seen the deadbeat dad he got stuck with."

"I know. I'm just giving you shit. Now, does JJ like his eggs scrambled or over easy?" Kenzie shrugs. "You're best friends, and you don't know how he takes his eggs? Are you even best friends?" Victor jokes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know I had to know his damn egg order to be considered best friends. I'll demote us to acquaintances again," McKenzie sasses with a roll of her eyes. Shoupe laughs at her and dishes his eggs onto a plate.

"You didn't want any, did you?" He asks as he takes his place next to Kenzie at the kitchen island. Kenzie shakes her head. She wasn't the biggest fan of eggs unless she was low on protein. If they had more cheese than egg, she would eat them, but the Shoupe household was out of cheese at the moment. Which Kenzie considered a crime punishable by death. "Didn't get any sleep last night?" Kenzie shakes her head again as Shoupe's phone starts to ring. He sighs when he sees the caller and answers it. McKenzie slips off her barstool and goes to grab a breakfast shake from the fridge while her dad gets called in early for work.

He sighs and hangs up, looking at McKenzie. "I have to get going, Z. I'll see you later tonight?" Kenzie agrees and hugs her dad goodbye. He leaves the house with his plate of eggs and his ceramic coffee mug. Victor had already gotten dressed and everything he needed for his workday when he decided he had enough time for breakfast. Which, obviously, got cut short.

Kenzie moves to the living room couch and sits on the far end, drinking her shake and scrolling through social media absentmindedly while she thinks about her plans for the day. She should probably clean up her bedroom, or she could forget that and go play with the Pouges on the water.

She glances up from her phone when JJ sneaks downstairs, looking around for the deputy. "He's already at work, Maybank," Kenzie calls up, causing the boy to jump. She giggles and waves him over. JJ jogs over and jumps on the couch next to her. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty."

JJ rolls his eyes and slaps Kenzie's phone out of her hands. "What the hell, JJ?"

"I wanted your attention," JJ shrugs, smiling at her innocently. "The fuckers have work today, so it's just you and me until three. So, what are the plans?" JJ asks, heading tilting. Kenzie rolls her eyes and picks her phone up from the ground.

"Who said I wanted to hang out with you?" Kenzie jokes. JJ pouts and crosses his arms like a child throwing a tantrum. "I'm kidding, J." Kenzie laughs, pushing JJ's arm lightly. "I thought that I should clean my room but would rather play games," Kenzie suggests.

"I say we play games all day," JJ inputs, causing Kenzie to giggle. Her eyes catch the Hello Kitty band-aid still stuck on his chin, heightening her giggles into a real laugh. "What?" JJ asks, forgetting the bandaid is stuck there.

"You have a kitty on your face," She laughs. JJ's hand slaps the plaster and starts to giggle as well. "You look so stupid," Kenzie continues to laugh as JJ claws the Hello Kitty off of his face.

"You're the one who forced me to wear it last night," JJ exclaims, rolling up the bloody band-aid and tossing it to the floor. "What's the plan, Ken?" He asks, trying to forget the way his heart melted when Kenzie kissed the wound late last night. It didn't mean anything - to either of them - but it was such an innocently sweet thing Kenzie always did to make JJ feel a little bit better.

McKenzie rolls her eyes, picks up JJ's disgusting plaster between two fingers, and takes it to the kitchen trash can. "I'm always picking up after you disgusting idiots," Kenzie says, shaking her head as she walks back to the living room. JJ just smiles a Cheshire cat-type smile as he lounges on the couch. "Pick a game, Loser," Kenzie instructs as she plops down next to him.

JJ starts up her game system and scrolls through her options before landing on a first-person shooter he knew he'd beat Kenzie at. As she takes the remote, JJ grabs her legs and sets them on his own. She squeals slightly as she gets pulled closer to him, practically sitting in his lap. When given a questioning look from Kenzie, he just shrugs and starts the game. He just needed a little extra physical love this morning.

The two yell and push each other when the opposite kills them during their numerous rounds. Kenzie's tongue sticks out the corner of her mouth as she concentrates on the game in front of her. JJ takes notice when he glances over at her.

Kenzie's hunched over, feet planted firmly on the ground instead of over his legs after he brutally killed her. The controller is clutched tightly in her hands as if the pressure she hit the buttons with would make the attacks hit JJ harder. Her tongue pokes out, and her eyes squint at the screen in concentration. JJ could feel his heart pick up in pace as a smirk spreads across McKenzie's face.

"Bomb! Headshot, Maybank," Kenzie cheers, jumping up from her seat and doing a small victory dance in front of JJ. He forces the smile that creeps across his face down as Kenzie continues to dance. She was so happy that she won against JJ that she was practically glowing. Her smile spread so far across her face that her chin dimple appears.

At this point, JJ knew there was something else besides beers and not eating causing his upset stomach. But it didn't hit him until Kenzie turned to face him, smiling wide and eyes bright, that the feeling came up, and he felt like he needed to throw up. Kenzie was one of the most beautiful people JJ's ever had the pleasure to have in his life. Both inside and out. But was he going to confront these feelings? He's JJ Maybank. Of course he won't.

"I let you win," JJ pouts, crossing his arms and leaning back into the couch. Kenzie giggles and jumps on the couch next to him, knees tucked under her. JJ rolls his head to the side and glares at Kenzie. Her eyes glisten with victory as she stares back at the boy.

"You didn't let me win; you got distracted," Kenzie points out. She obviously saw JJ staring and used that to her advantage. He wasn't as sneaky as he liked to think he was. Drool was practically flooding out of his mouth as he looked her over. Kenzie was a little flattered that JJ got distracted by her, but it also made her stomach clench.

"Yeah? By what, Ken?" JJ prompts, sitting up so he's even with Kenzie. Something was yelling at him to lean in, to make a move on his best friend. JJ knew he shouldn't, but the urge to kiss those pretty pink lips grows the longer he looks at them.

"My unfathomable beauty," Kenzie teases, leaning closer to JJ unconsciously. JJ smirks and glances down at Kenzie's lips again. They just looked so fucking kissable right now. Kenzie's tongue pokes out and licks the soft skin, egging JJ on more.

Kenzie can feel JJ's breath fan across her face as they slowly gravitate towards each other. This was wrong on so many different levels. They were best friends, and there was the no-Pouge-on-Pouge macking rule. But being this close and this intimate was causing both teens to get upset stomachs and throw caution to the wind.

The garage door swings open harshly, and the deputy follows soon after, carrying his empty dishes and looking around frantically for something. Kenzie jumps to the opposite side of the couch while JJ leans back into the soft sofa cushions casually. As if they weren't about to kiss.

"What are you looking for, Dad?" Kenzie asks, scratching the back of her neck. Shoupe takes one look at the teens and rolls his eyes. They looked like love-sick puppies who longed for the other's sole attention.

"I got to the station and realized I left my badge at home. Have you seen it?" Victor asks, still looking in the kitchen.

"You didn't have it this morning, so it's probably still upstairs, in your room, on your dresser," Kenzie says, knowing exactly where Shoupe keeps his personal belongings. He sighs out a thank you and goes to retrieve it. The teens stay silent and avoid all eye contact.

This had got to be the most embarrassing situation Kenzie has ever been in. It was getting hotter in the room by the second, and Kenzie and JJ continue to ignore the other's presence in stiff silence.

Kenzie's dad yells down that he's found as he trots down the stairs. He places a quick kiss on his daughter's head and eyes JJ suspiciously before bidding his goodbyes and running out the door. The friends continue to sit in silence, staring at the floor, before Kenzie breaks the silence.

"Are we going to talk..."

"No," JJ answers curtly and picks up a remote. "Let's just play." Kenzie agrees silently and goes back to fighting JJ, who won't let up on the poor girl.

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Prove Them Wrong | Reggie Peters

A/N: I got these two requests for a Reggie fic and decided to merge them together, I hope you don’t mind!

Request 1: Please i just want a fanfic of reggie discovering YouTube and uploading home is where my horse is video and the gang reacting to it since people absolutely love it

Request 2: Hi!! Can you do one where the reader is julies friend and is with her when the boys come back and her and Reggie have a instant connection and he follows her around and is always talking to her

Relationships: Reggie x Reader, Sunset Curve x Reader, JATP x Reader

Warnings: Fluff?

Words: 4,165

Your life has been pretty ordinary for the past 16 years. A life pretty much every person would call boring was a life you wouldn’t change for the world’s most expensive things. Until you met Reggie and the other boys from Sunset Curve. You say boys, but it would be much more accurate if you said ghosts. Sunset Curve was a ghost band from the 90’s that popped into your life one night when you were helping your best friend Julie clean up her mother’s studio.

2 months earlier…

A text from Julie comes in when you’re doing your homework on your bed whilst watching reruns of Friends on your laptop. The show makes for good background noise, you find. “911!” Worry rises within you as you read the call-for-help text from your best friend. “U ok?” you text back. Three dots begin dancing on the screen, raising suspense. “Do u wanna come help me clean out mom’s studio? :( x” A soft smile plays at your lips whilst more dots appear. “Don’t think I can do it by myself.” You close the Netflix app on your laptop and get up to put some proper pants on. You had the habit to kick your jeans off the second you got home. Prancing around in your underwear after a tough day at school has become one of your favorite things to do, but Julie might not appreciate that too much, nor would the neighbors. “OMW!” you quickly text back and hop into your Vans before heading down to the Molina house. You find your best friend behind the grand piano, looking up at the chair-decorated ceiling of the shed. Something Julie’s mom did with a superstitious meaning you’d kind of forgotten. Neither you nor Julie believed it, to be fair. “Hey,” you greet softly, making her look at you. A smile appears on her lips, glad you’d be willing to come over and help. Like you’ve been so many times last year when her mother died. You’d be there to listen to her talk about all the memories with her mom, or to hug her as she cried because she missed her. This is just another part of the grieving process she needs to get through, and you’re there to hold her hand all the way through it. “Are you okay?” you ask, walking towards the piano and leaning your forearms on it. “Yeah, it’s just a little weird to be here…” she says as her eyes start scanning the entire space. “There are so many memories of her in here.” Her fingers glide across the piano keys. “Yeah, I know,” you whisper, not wanting to bring up anything that might hurt her. You remember the days you’d come over to play with Julie and you’d hear her mom singing in her studio. You remember when you’d make music together with Carrie and her dad and Julie’s mom. There are so many unfinished songs about bunnies and puppies from when you were kids, and even some more recent ones about the person you had a crush on or about that boy that broke your heart when you were fifteen. Those songs are now stored away in the back of your mind, waiting for the day Julie would start singing again. Along with all those memories you put on tape. “Let’s get crackin’!” you tap the top of the piano in a rhythmic beat before stepping away and holding out your hands for Julie to take. The girl gets up from the stool behind the piano and carefully places her hand in yours. You pull her away from the piano and halt in the middle of the garage, looking up to the loft that suddenly seems very looming. Both of you know whatever’s up there is the ghost of a musician’s past, and not even Julie’s mom’s. No, all the instruments up there are from the people that used to live here. Julie never told you, but you’re certain Carrie’s dad used to live here when he was a child and sold his parents’ house to Julie’s parents when they died. You’d noticed the way Trevor always stood in the doorway, glancing around with soft eyes and a tender smile tugging at his lips. Almost like he’s reminiscing about his past. Besides, he’s accidentally slipped up a few times when talking about his childhood, saying he used to play around here with some of his buddies. No one else ever mentioned it, so you didn’t either. There’s probably a good reason for him not to speak about his past in too much detail. You climb up the stairs first and step up on the wooden floor, letting your eyes scan over all the junk up here. Keyboards, old guitars, drumsticks, even an entire drum kit, along with bags and backpacks, all strewn around the place. “Y/N,” Julie’s voice makes you snap out of your thoughts. You look down to find Julie still on the stairs, half of her body in he loft. She’s holding a CD up to show you. “Sunset Curve?” you read aloud from the black CD case. “Never heard of that band.” “Let’s give it a listen?” she suggests and after receiving an agreeing nod from you, she climbs down again, followed by yourself. She places the CD into the stereo whilst you sit down on the couch. Julie presses play and joins you. “1-2-3 Take off, last stop Countdown till we blast open the top Face first, full charge--” The music fades away as it’s overpowered by a loud screeching noise. You look over at Julie, who has her hands up to her ear to cover them from the noise. Your eyebrows knit together, confused as to what’s happening. It might just be a fault in the production of the song? Or maybe a scratch on the CD? Before you can even come up with a decent reason, a bright flash lights up the entire garage, followed by a loud thud. And, when you look up, you find three boys in the middle of the studio, scrambling up from where they’d come down harshly. You and Julie quickly get up from the couch, wanting to take a closer look at the scene in front of you. “Woah! How did we get back here?” One of them says, confused about his surroundings. Julie lets out an ear-piercing scream before running out of the garage, leaving you with those three boys. You have no clue what’s happening, and you don’t know what to do either. Should you run and hide like Julie? Or should you just wait and see if they have a reason for being here? “Hello!” one of them yells excitedly, making you snap out of your train of thoughts. It’s the dark-haired boy with the red flannel tied around his waist that’s talking to you. “I’m sorry, who are you and what are you doing in our studio?” Your eyes widen at this. They think this is their studio? “I-I’m… I’m sorry, gimme a second,” you say, holding up your finger. The boy nods curtly before you dash out of there too, running up to Julie’s room with the question haunting your head ‘Who are they? And why do they think it’s their studio?’ After a while, you and Julie pluck up the courage to go back into the garage, armed with a cross since Julie’s positive they’re ghosts. Turns out they are. They -- along with Google -- explain they’re three ghosts that used to be in a band called Sunset Curve and that they died after eating bad hotdogs in ‘95. Luke, Reggie and Alex introduce themselves to you, and from that moment on, you’re certain these three ghost boys will change your life forever. And they do.

Present day

To say your life has changed since the day those boys came into your life is an understatement. It went from studying while watching Friends in your room to going out to their gigs almost every Saturday and sitting in on their rehearsals every day after school. You, along with Julie, have grown very close to the boys in the last five months. They’ve become your best friends you could talk to about everything and anything. But the most special connection you have, is with Reggie. Ever since that day, the boy hasn’t left you alone. Every time you’re at the Molina house, he’ll poof in, wherever you are. Whether you’re getting a drink or a snack in the kitchen, or you’d just come out of the bathroom, he’d be there. This caused a lot of heart attacks, but also a lot of deep conversations.

Especially if he came to your own house. This was mostly when he’d had a bad day or missed his old life or his parents. He’d poof into your room and just tell you to do whatever you were doing, that he just wanted to hang out. After a few times, you didn’t even ask anymore and he didn’t have to tell you to just continue whatever you were doing. Those nights even ended with the two of you cuddling, which is something you realized you could do for some unknown reason. But you liked it, so you didn’t think too much about it. Today is Friday, which means it’s the last big rehearsal before the boys and Julie have their gig tomorrow night. And though you’d much rather be there with them, you have to watch your little siblings for the night since your parents have gone out to a dinner party. You’re making some popcorn in the kitchen for all of you to munch on when watching a movie, when Reggie suddenly poofs in, making you jump. You hadn’t expected him to come in this early, which causes the worry to well up inside of you. Something must’ve happened. “Reg, you okay?” you ask in a hushed voice, glancing back at the kids in front of the tv. “No…” he murmurs, wringing his flannel in his hands. He looks sad, sadder than when he misses his old life, which means something really bad must’ve happened. “Gimme a second,” you say and turn to leave the kitchen. Reggie smiles a little as those words remind him of the first words you ever said to them. “Kids, it’s time for bed!” Moans and whines come from the little kids on the sofa, protesting their early bedtime. “No complaining! Chop chop!” you rushed them up the stairs before returning to the kitchen. “Get yourself comfy on the couch, I’m just gonna put them to bed real quick, okay?” Reggie nods agreeingly and watches you walk away again. He grabs the bowl of popcorn you’d prepared and takes it into the living room. Even though he can’t eat, he’d want you to snack on it since you’re the one that made it. “Sorry it took so long. They can be really stubborn sometimes,” you exhale frustratedly as you plop onto the couch next to Reggie. “Now, tell me, what’s going on?” “So, I suggested to Luke we’d try this song I wrote a while ago,” he starts solemnly. “Home is Where My Horse is?” you ask, remembering him writing that up in your room. You’d even helped him on some verses. “Yes, that one! But he just rejected it… Again!” he sighs exasperatedly, throwing his head back on the backrest of the couch. “Yelled at him that he didn’t appreciate my talent and just poofed out,” he chuckles airily, and you do too. “I’m sorry Luke isn’t more open to your creativity, Reg… I really wish I could help you somehow, if I knew something I--” you stop in your tracks as an idea pops into your head. “What is it, Y/N?” he asks, getting excited as it seems you have an idea. “What if we film you singing the song and upload it on YouTube?” you suggest, eyes twinkling at the idea alone. He nods excitedly at first, but then slows down when he realizes he has no clue what you’re talking about. “What’s a YouTube?” he asks. You let out a giggle before grabbing his hand and leading him towards the dining table where you’d left your laptop. You open it on the site and show him the home page filled with different types of recommended videos. “It’s a platform where people can post videos of whatever they like. A lot of artists use it for their music videos nowadays. It’s where I posted ‘Edge of Great’ a few weeks ago,” you explain.

He peers at the screen with wide, intrigued eyes. You then lean forward and type in ‘Queen don’t stop me now’ before hitting enter. Reggie’s eyes widen even more as you press play on the music video.

“I could film you with my dad’s equipment and edit the whole thing together and upload it. At least then the world will see how truly talented you are and maybe Luke might change his mind too?” He eagerly nods his head in agreement, getting excited about the whole idea. Besides him being able to prove to his band that his country songs are worth taking a second look at, it’s also a good opportunity for you to test out some new techniques.

So, on Saturday, the two of you get up at the crack of dawn -- or you do since ghosts don’t really sleep -- and make your way down to the riding club your little brother goes for riding classes. You’re acquainted with the owners, so they’ll let you film whatever you need around there. Doesn’t even matter if it looks like you’re not filming anything. “Okay, you ready?” you mutter as you set up the first scene. He’s currently sitting on a picnic bench with his guitar in his lap and the stables in the background. Your camera is set up in front of Reggie with the stable doors on each side of his head, perfectly balanced. You simply nod your head curtly as his ‘action’ sign. He immediately starts strumming his guitar and singing out his self-made words. “Home, what is it really? Sometimes it’s a someone and not a place, It’s that feeling of being safe, It’s about who you’re with at the end of the day…” You spent the entire day running around the ranch, letting Reggie sing his song multiple times in different locations. You even film a couple of nature shots to edit in later. This is just going to be the greatest music video you’ve ever made, and it’s all thanks to Reggie. Your Sunday is spent behind your laptop, editing Reggie’s footage until it’s turned into a somewhat coherent video. “Hey!” Reggie poofs into your room late that night. “Where’ve you been? You missed movie night!” he asks, worry laced in his voice. You don’t even take your eyes off your screen. It’s almost finished just a few more… Yes! “I just finished editing your video! Wanna see?” He nods his head excitedly, so you make some room for him on the chair you’re sitting on. He seems hesitant at first, but eventually sits down on the very edge. Your entire side that’s touching his tingles. It’s always been a weird feeling to touch him, but this is from an entirely new calibre. You rewind the video and press play. There’s a shot of the surrounding nature at first and some horses galloping in the distance whilst the strumming of his guitar floats out of the laptop. Then the camera pans to Reggie on the picnic bench with his guitar. “Home, what is it really? Sometimes it’s a someone and not a place, It’s that feeling of being safe, It’s about who you’re with at the end of the day… and for me” The picture changes to Reggie looking out into the meadows, watching the horses frolic around in the grass with a couple of shots of him playing his guitar as he’s walking along with the horses. “Home is where my horse is! Riding through trees by the river Feel the summer breeze smile gettin’ bigger Home is where my horse is Don’t need a house or a roof I just put on the saddle, lace up my boots Cuz home is where my horse is” In the next few shots, you’re even in it. Reggie had grabbed your camera and placed it on the grass before grabbing your hand and pulling you out into the meadow with him to dance. It probably looked most ridiculous to any bystanders, but the footage is too pretty not to use. You can just about see two silhouettes dancing around over the grass with a flare of sunlight breaking in and giving it a magical flair. “I don’t need the streets Don’t need the city lights I don’t need a fancy car I just hop on my horse and ride” You’d filmed a couple of the riders too, since Reggie himself couldn’t really ride a horse seeing he’s a ghost and everything. But it made for some good footage to set the scene of the song properly. “Home is where my horse is! Riding through trees by the river Feel the summer breeze smile gettin’ bigger Home is where my horse is I see the beautiful beast running up to me And I know I’m home” The song ends and the screen fades to black, Reggie vanishing as he looks out into the meadow again. You look up at real-life ghost Reggie with expectant eyes. He’s just staring at the black screen for a moment, mouth ajar and eyes wide. “Woah!” he finally mutters. “That was amazing, Y/N! Show me that again!” he exclaims excitedly. Of course you oblige and show him again. This time, he points out everything he loved. “This is my favorite part!” he says, pointing at the screen as the two of you are shown dancing. You can’t help but smile at how excited he gets over this collaboration. “So, can I upload it?” you ask when the screen fades again. “What?! Of course! Put it on the Tube-thing!” he claps his hands excitedly and watches as you open the site and start the upload on the Julie and The Phantoms channel. You had edited their Edge of Great video when Ray asked your father to help him film, so you pretty much had the right to do this, even if Julie might say otherwise. “There we go! It’s set to upload in about five minutes!” you say and turn to Reggie, almost forgetting how close he’s sitting until he’s literally mere inches away. You can actually feel his hot breath tickling your lips. A wave of warmth rushes through you when you catch his eyes darting from your lips to your eyes and back again. “You’re really talented, you know that?” You simply hum in response to this compliment, not that you agree with him, but you don’t know what else to do. You’re completely frozen in place. His eyes are so pretty up close. They’re the most beautiful shade of green you have ever seen, especially with that twinkle in them. “Can I kiss you?” his soft voice makes you snap out of your thoughts about those dreamy eyes. “Wh--what?” you stutter, hoping you did hear that right, but not wanting to assume. “C-can I kiss you?” he repeats, his voice just above a whisper.

“Yeah.” Your voice wavers ever so slightly. Reggie’s eyes flutter close as he leans in to press his lips to yours. There’ve been times you dreamed about doing this, but you never thought you’d actually be able to kiss him. The ability to touch him was a surprise and a miracle, you didn’t think this would be possible too. A bleep coming from your computer causes you to pull away abruptly. You just about catch the smile on Reggie’s face before you turn to the screen, madly blushing yourself. “It’s ready to go!” you state excitedly and start typing up a description for the video. “What are you doing?” he asks, peering over your shoulder. “Typing up a little description for the fans, or whoever watches,” you reply as your fingers stilt for a second to think about what else to write. “Home is Where My Horse is, a Reggie original. Written and performed by your favorite bassist, Reggie Peters. Filmed and edited by Y/N Y/L/N. Special thanks to Hold Your Reins Ranch.” He reads the little text aloud. “Nice,” he nods his head, impressed by your abilities with this foreign platform. “And we’re live!” you inform him as you have pressed the post button. “Thanks, Y/N,” he says with a soft smile, making you look at him again. “I’m just gonna kiss you again, is that okay?” You nod your head before closing the distance between the two of you and kissing him again. This is not what you’d expected to come from this project, but you’re glad it had. This feels right. That night, you send Julie a message with the link to the video. “Give the boy a chance. This is an actual bop!” you sent along with it. You’re a little scared you might’ve overstepped and shouldn’t have suggested making this video for Reggie and you definitely shouldn’t have posted it to the Julie and The Phantoms YouTube channel. It probably wasn’t your place to mingle into a band conflict, but you couldn’t handle seeing Reggie so upset.

“Get ur talented ass to the studio. NOW,” Julie’s text reads. It sounds a little passive-aggressive, but you still obey and hop into some pants and shoes before heading down the other end of the street where the Molina house stands. “‘Sup, kids?” you say when you find the boys and Julie on the couch, throwing up a peace sign. The bubbliness might camouflage the nerves building up inside you. “Care to explain yourself, miss Y/L/N?” Julie starts with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. You glance over at Reggie. He’s glancing down at the rings around his fingers. “I’m sorry, Jules. But I really think you ought to give this boy and his horse a chance!” you aggressively point at the boy in question, whose head snaps up at this. Now he’s looking at you with a scared, yet tendered expression on his face. “I was joking, babes,” Julie mutters, holding her hands up in defense. “We didn’t think you’d react this defensive over this…” Your eyebrows knit together as confusion takes over you. “Wh-what do you mean?” you question. “Your video has been viewed over a thousand times already and it’s only been up for about two hours, Y/N,” Julie explains and turns her laptop for you to see the view count at 1,327. Your breath hitches in your throat at the large number. That’s how many people have seen your work? I mean, you would’ve watched it that many times in a row yourself because that song is actually amazing. These people are stupid for not giving it a chance earlier. “Woah, Reg! That’s a lot of people hearing your song!” you exclaim excitedly. The boy gets up from the couch and walks over to you with a proud smile on his face. “Actually….” he starts and scrolls down on the laptop. You taught him how to do that. “They’re loving your camerawork and editing!” He shows you all the comments underneath the video. The reactions are divided evenly between praise for the song and praise for your work. “Wha--” your eyes dart from Reggie to Alex, then to Luke and Julie. “We had a band meeting and we want you to become our band’s official videographer,” Alex announces with that soft smile of his plastered on his lips. Your mouth drops in disbelief. You’ve always loved videography and editing, but you always saw it as something fun, not as an official band thing. After months of sitting in rehearsals and watching gigs, you’re finally going to be part of the band. Or close enough to being a part of the band. “What do you say, babe?” Reggie asks when you’ve been quiet for a good minute. Luke and Alex exchange glances at the sudden use of pet names. That’s new. “I mean, it could be cool?” you shrug humbly. The band cheers, Alex and Luke even high five. Before you can even go over to hug Julie, Reggie’s already cupped your face and crashes his lips to yours. You’ll never get used to that feeling. “That’s new,” you hear Alex say when the two of you pull away. You need a good second to cool it after that passionate kiss, but once you do, you beckon the others over for a group hug. “Thank you, guys,” you whisper and press a kiss to Julie’s hair as a thank you. From that day on, you’re not only known as the Julie and The Phantoms videographer, but also as the cute bassist’s girlfriend. To say your life has drastically changed since meeting these boys would be the understatement of the year.

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basiccortez · 4 years

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Defenseless Ch. 3

synopsis: CJ Jackson, looks like she has it all. Fancy car, fancy house, name brand clothing. Her parents, top boosters to Beverly, with money to make all sorts of situations go away. As well as the Jackson family looks put together, past secrets haunt them. With the new transfer student catching the eye of CJ Jackson, can old friendships be fixed. Or are somethings just meant to stay broken.

“I told you, as long as I live, no one would know."

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pairing: Jordan Baker x OC (CJ Jackson)

word count: 3.1k

warning: language, talk of a teen being arrested, talk about a car accident, mentions of death, panic attack

tag list: @thevelvetseries

Tears ran down CJ's face as she held the picture frame in her hands. She had dug through the box, something she hadn't done since she packed everything up about 3 months ago. The smiling boy looked up at her, and CJ's heart was broken all over again. It was like she was reliving that day all over again, and she hated it. ------------------------------------------------------------

"Where is he? Where is he at?" CJ said, shooting up from the bed she was in. The nurses quickly walked over to her and tried to calm her down, "No! Don't touch me! Where is he?! Where is Kordell!? Someone tell me where Kordell is at!?"

"Hun, you need to calm down." A female nurse said.

"BP rising." Another nurse said.

"No! No! What happened!? Where the hell am I?!" CJ screamed.

"You were in an accident, your parents on the way. Christine, did you take anything? Are you on anything currently?" The female nurse asked again.

"No, no! I need to see Kordell!" CJ asked again, as she pulled the oxygen canula at of her nose and caught a glimpse of a familiar person, "Jordan?" The lightskin boy turned and looked at his friend in a hospital bed, cuts and bruises all over her face, and a cast on her left arm, "Where is Kordell!?"

"CJ. . . Kordell, he-" Jordan spoke, but a police officer came into CJ's room, and blocked the view of Jordan Baker.

"Christine Jackson? You are under arrest for the vehicular murder of Kordell Morgan, and driving under the influence of illegal narcotics." The officer said and placed a pair of handcuffs to CJ's free wrist

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It was like a nightmare. CJ stood in front of her mirror in her dance uniform, ready for her first game. The navy blue uniform looked good against her tan skin, and her mother had done her hair. CJ took a deep breath and grabbed her bag, before heading downstairs. Carver and Roman were both waiting for her, so she could ride with them together. After the accident, CJ had her license suspended for a whole year. It sucked being a high schooler with out a car, but she understood why she didn't have the car.

"You ready for this? First game, in front of a big crowd." Roman asked the Jackson girl.

"Ready as I'll ever be. As long as Emily doesn't try to make me look like a fool." CJ answered. ------------------------------------------------------------

The field was lights were bright, as CJ stepped on to the track for the first time in almost a year. The Beverly football team wore their navy blue jerseys and were already starting to warm up for tonight's battle on the gridiron. The dancers were on one side of the track, while the cheerleaders were on another. CJ could feel the glares of fellow students in the stands as she made her way towards her team.

"Hey! First game! You ready!?" Hadley asked her with a bright smile on her painted red lips.

"As ready as I can be standing in front of a whole school who hates me." CJ said sitting down her bag. Hadley just smiled and sighed.

"Coach put you in the middle, just thought you should know. She wants you calling shots. She knows Emily can't do it."

"I'm not even on the team yet, and they're making me shot caller?" CJ asked as she slipped on her white high top Nike Air Force One's.

"It's cause we want your mom back, Miss Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader Pauline Jackson." Hadley laughed and CJ rolled her eyes.

"She hates Beverly, only reason we are still here is because they kiss our ass and get on their knees to suck our cocks when we try to pull money out of the school." CJ said frankly.

Before Hadley could respond, their coach called all the girls together, to get ready for the boys to run out. CJ was instructed to tumble across the field as the boys were getting announced, something she used to do at every game. The girls stood on the field and danced along to the hype song before the boys ran out. CJ did as told and did what she could and flipped her way across the field. ------------------------------------------------------------

It was a terrible game. Beverly looked terrible, and the other team was running circles around them. CJ did her best to keep her spirit high as the team would dance along to the music over the loud speaker, or what the band would play. She also did her best to ignore the glares of various students and parents in the crowd. Pauline and Anthony had sat right in front of her, to give her some positivity to look at.

"She looks just like her mama." Anthony said smiling at his wife.

"Of course she does, she got her talent from me." Pauline sassed back. Anthony faked hurt and held his hand to his heart. Pauline laughed and gently shoved her husband, "Oh shush, Carver is just like you. Out there being a tank."

Beverly had turned it around, trying their hardest to match up to the opponent. Spencer was working as hard as he could to make his name. They were all working hard, CJ could smell the sweat rolling all off of them as they walked to the sideline.

Spencer was running back on the field, which confused CJ, knowing that he was a defensive player. The boys broke their huddle and got on the line of scrimmage. Jordan hung in the shotgun for as long as he could, as his teammates scattered around the field. Spencer ran wide to the right, getting in the line way of number 54. As the player was running towards Jordan, Spencer dropped his shoulder into the player. Jordan held on to the ball and ran down the sideline, his teammates protecting him as he made a clear drive to the end zone.

CJ let out a loud scream as Beverly won the game. The crowd was cheering loud, and the whole football team ran out on the field. Carver took his helmet off and pointed to his parents and then to his sister. CJ blew her brother a kiss, and waved to him. Jordan took his helmet off and looked over to where his mother and sister were, but also to where CJ stood cheering on the boys victory. CJ caught his glance and smiled brightly at him. Jordan nodded and then turned to greet his dad, who just ignored him and hugged Spencer.

"Hey, man, can I talk to you for a second?" Jordan asked number 40 for the other team.

Spencer took a deep breath as he was walking off the field. He stood in front of CJ and smiled at her. She was about to congratulate him, when Leila jumped in. CJ just nodded to Spencer and walked over to where her bag was. She changed out of her shoes, and zipped up her blue dance team jacket, before going over to where her parents were talking to Carver and Roman.

"CJ," Her dance team coach said stopping her in her tracks, "I want to officially welcome you back to the dance team. We are looking for you to be a co-captain."

"Thank you, coach." CJ smiled.

The ride home for the Jacksons' was an exciting one. Talk of the game filled the car as the siblings all rode with Carver and Roman. CJ sat in the back of the SUV and watched the cars as they passed by. She wasn't surprised when they pulled up to Hadley's house for the after game party.

"Hey, we don't have to stay, Carv said I can take the car home if you don't want to stay." Colton said to his twin sister. CJ took a deep breath and looked at her brother.

"I know how bad you want to be here, but I just. . .it's been enough high school interaction for one day." CJ said honestly.

"That's okay C, let's head home ight?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

CJ couldn't sleep that night. She sat on the roof outside her window and held a picture in her hand, and had a bottle of pills sitting next to her. She just wanted to swallow them and forget the images replaying in her mind, but she knew she couldn't. His bright smile looked up at her, and she felt guilt drown her. She quietly climbed back into her room, and headed down the stairs. She knew she her ass was grass if she got caught, but she couldn't sleep.

CJ prayed that her parents or brothers hadn't heard her start her car. It had sat idle in the garage for months since she was sent to juvie. The streets of Beverly Hills were almost abandoned at 3 in the morning. CJ drove effortlessly, her mind on autopilot as she navigated through the down town streets, on to winding side streets until she saw the big black gate. She wasn't surprised not to see a car in sight, who else visited a cemetery at 3 am?

Tears flooded down her face, as she parked her car, her head lights beaming on the grey stone in front of her. The name seemed to jump off and stab her in the heart. More memories of that tragic night in her mind. The screaming sounds, the breaking glass, the bending of metal, and the metallic smell of blood in the air.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I told you not to! I told you, I told you!" CJ screamed as she pounded her fists against her steering wheel. "It wasn't my fucking fault! I told you! It wasn't my fault!"

CJ could feel her lungs feeling tighter and tighter, as it seemed the car was caving in on itself. She put her hands on the glass and the roof, as she was trying to keep it from coming in on her. Before she realized what she was doing, she pushed her door open and ran out of the car. She ran to the grey stone and fell to her knees in front of it.

"You did this! It was all you! You told me to get in that car! You knew what would happen to me!" She screamed as sobs racked her body. CJ hadn't cried like this, she hadn't allowed herself a moment to break. She was thrown around from place to place, to treatment centers and juvenile detention center, and now back in the same school that her beloved boyfriend walked the halls of.

CJ looked up, and saw the same smiling picture of the boy she loved. She gently ran her fingers over the picture and closed her eyes. She picked herself up off the ground and staggered back to the car. She grabbed her phone and called the one person who wouldn't judge her. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Olivia Baker wrapped her jacket around her, as she walked over to CJ sat in her car. Jordan watched as her sister bravely faced the one person she hated more than herself.

"Hey. . ." Olivia said quietly. She looked at CJ, who's cheeks were red with tear stains, "I had the same reaction, my first time out here. It just felt. . . too real being here, and seeing. . .that" She said pointing to the headstone. CJ didn't say anything, but stare straight a head, "Listen, if you're fucking high right now, I can't be here-"

"He was driving that night." CJ answered, "Everyone thought it was me, thanks to your brother, Aiyden, Asher, and Leila. Kordell, he would've told the truth, taken the blame, but he wasn't there."

"That doesn't make any sense. If he was driving he would've been... he was thrown from the car." Olivia said in realization, "Why didn't you tell anyone!?"

"Everyone already saw me as the trouble maker sense that night at Asher's party. I was so overcome by guilt for making Kordell drive me home after..." CJ paused as her voice cracked and Olivia hugged the broke girl. CJ cried into Olivias shoulder, as the Baker girl tried to comfort her.

"You could've plead not guilty, could've explained what actually happened." Olivia said, "Your truth deserves to be heard."

"How do you explain what the most popular guy in school did to you? I am nobody, but the girl who deserves to be locked in a prison cell for the rest of her life."

Olivia sighed and looked around the quiet cemetery, "At least let us take you to our house. You can spend the night-"

"Your mother sees me as the girl who killed someone and almost killed her daughter and son within a 12 hour time period. It doesn't take a genius to know I'm not welcome at your house anymore."

"Then let Jordan take you home. Please CJ, you're in no shape to drive home." Olivia pleaded. CJ reluctantly agreed and Olivia nodded. She walked back to her car and opened the door to tell her brother the new change of plans, "Hey, can you drive her home?"

"What? No." Jordan said looking at the white mustang in front of him.

"Jordan, she's a mess. She can't drive home." Olivia pleaded with her twin. Jordan shook his head, and got out of the car.

"You owe me." He grumbled as he walked up to CJ's car. The Jackson girl was already sitting in the passenger seat, when Jordan climbed in the driver's seat. He didn't even look at her, but started up the car, and began to leave the cemetery.

"There a reason for this mess?" Jordan asked her. CJ didn't say anything, but let the silent tears run down her face. Jordan sighed, realizing how harsh his words were, "Listen, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." CJ whispered. The rest of the drive to CJ's house was quiet. When they arrived at the Beverly Hills mansion, her parents ran out into the driveway, still in their pajamas. Her mother had pulled on her pink silk robe, and still had her silk wrap over her hair.

CJ had barely gotten out of the car, when Pauline wrapped her daughter in a tight hug. Anthony sighed and looked over at Jordan Baker who climbed out of the Mustang. The Jackson brothers, and Roman were standing in the front doorway, watching their parents dote over CJ.

"Thank god," Pauline sighed, and released her daughter from the hug, "You're grounded, so fucking grounded."

CJ looked at her orange Nike Jordan 1's. Pauline was pissed, and they all could tell. She never cursed in front of her children.

"Inside. Please." Pauline said to her daughter and CJ nodded. She quietly moved past her mother and into the house. Colton pulled his sister into a hug, when she walked through the door.

"Are you okay? Under anything?" Cobe asked CJ.

"No. I promise you guys, I'm not on anything. I just want a bath, and go to bed." CJ said and all the boys backed off, letting her walk up to her room.

"Why is Baker here?" Carver commented, seeing his mom and dad talking to Jordan.

"Who even knows. Let's go." Roman said, grabbing his boyfriend's hand and leading him away from the window.

Cobe and Colton stood still, watching Jordan talk to their parents. They didn't trust Jordan, not after all their sister had gone through. Cobe and Colton were basically security for CJ, they were not going to let Jordan Baker waltz back into their lives so easily.

Pauline watched her daughter walk into the house, and then turned around to talk to Jordan. The young man stood with his hands in his pockets, nervous to be back in the presence of the Jackson family.

"Thank you, Jordan, for driving my daughter home." Pauline said, folding her arms across her chest, "Where was she?"

"Cemetery. She actually called Olivia, and Olivia wanted me to come, for back up. She was worried CJ was high. . ."

"Was she? Did you see anything?" Anthony asked, pressing the young man.

"No, sir, I didn't. Olivia said she didn't see anything either." Jordan responded.

Anthony sighed and looked around, "It's pretty late. Why don't you stay here tonight? The boys wouldn't mind having you here."

"Thank you Mr. Jackson." Jordan said and walked behind Anthony and Pauline into the house.

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When Cobe and Colton saw their parents and Jordan walk towards the house, they took off running into the living room, to seem like they weren't spying. Cobe turned the TV on and Colton pulled a blanket over his head. Pauline looked at her boys and crossed her arms over her chest, she did not believe for a second that those boys weren't spying.

"Uhem!" Pauline cleared her throat, and both boys looked up at her, "Jordan is staying the night, and I don't want to hear any grief from you two. He's staying in the guest house, Colton, you'll show him the-"

"No! Mom, I can't, abosuletly can't!" Colton said standing up and arguing with his mother. He couldn't be around Jordan, He hated Jordan Baker. Pauline gave him a glare and Colton stood down, "Fine. But no promises the Baker's won't put a target on me next."

Jordan stood awkwardly in the kitchen, hearing every word that came out of Colton's mouth. Chris instructed Colton to walk Jordan over to the guest house, and show him around. Colton didn't say a word but turned towards the door. Jordan thanked the Jacksons before following the twin boy. Colton opened the white barn-style cottage house and flipped the light on. A bright chandelier lit the living room.

"You've been here, and don't act like you haven't. I know the shit you and my sister used to do here. I'm too disgusted to take a black light and look around." Colton sneered and set the keys to the cottage on the marble counter top. "Whatever room you use, just tell me and I'll fix it."

"Hey, thanks Colton, I know you don't like me-"

"No, I fucking hate you. If it was up to me, I'd kick your ass to the curb and not think twice. You, Jordan Baker, are scum on the bottom of my shoe, you can fool a lot of people but you can't fool me." Colton said and pushed past Jordan towards the door, "Hope you sleep well."

#all american #all american cw #all american imagine #jordan baker #jordan baker imagine #jordan baker x reader #spencer james #asher adams #olivia baker

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holylulusworld · 5 years

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Salvation

Summary: Why can’t he stay away from you…

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Lisa Braeden, Sam Winchester

Warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, arguments, language, fluff, a hint of tension, a hint of crack ;)

This is the requested sequel to: Rapture

“I just lost the woman I love…”

The words leaving Dean’s lips make Lisa gasp. She always knew there was someone else in his heart and on his mind, but Lisa was too afraid to ask about the other girl.

“What the fuck, Dean? Are you kidding me? Not three years ago you promised to me I’m the one, that you want me, not your brother, hunting or another woman!”

“Lis’, I know what I told you back then. I promised Sam to settle down, stop hunting. I knew she didn’t want to give up hunting, give up this lifestyle or to find a way to get Sammy back.” Dean whispers not daring to look into Lisa’s eyes.

“Did you ever love me, Dean?” Lisa’s eyes are filled with tears as he takes too long to answer. “I don’t know. I thought I do love you, Lis’, I swear… but when I accidently ran into Y/N as she was hunting with Sammy I fell for her again.”

“So, she spread her thighs and you decided to cheat on me, Dean. Classy. A whore wormed her way into your bed, and you fell for her.” Lisa spats and Dean gets up, shaking his head.

“It’s not her fault, it’s mine. She tried anything to stay away. Y/N told me to never contact her again after we met. She was stronger than me. Weeks later I found her with Bobby’s help. I followed her for a while.” Dean’s features soften at the memory.

“Was this the time you were away for a ‘business trip’?” Lisa’s features harden as she realizes Deans started to cheat on her over a year ago.

Dean nods, glancing at his wedding band. “I was not happy anymore. Maybe I never was. All the time I was away, having a weekend trip with Dennis or was hiking with Scott I was hunting, Lisa.” Lisa’s eyes widen as she takes a deep breath.

“You won’t leave me for this chick. We have married Dean; you gave me your word. You said I do.” Jaw tense, eyes hard Lisa glares at Dean. “I will ruin you if you leave me. Do you know how the women in our neighborhood will bad-mouth about me? Lisa Braeden fooled by her husband.”

“Lis’ I never wanted to hurt you; I swear but I don’t think I want to stay married to you. Y/N broke up with me, burned all bridges. I must find her. I can’t keep on pretending I want this life with you. I know it’s selfish, cruel and not fair, but I need to leave.” Dean’s hand is shaking as he slides the ring down his finger, placing it onto the table.

“I swear I’ll make your life living hell if you dare to leave me,” Lisa yells now, watching Dean sprint upstairs to pack his things. “Dean Winchester I summon a demon if I have to. I know enough to do so.”

“Lisa, please just let me go. Why keep me here knowing I don’t love you anymore? I know this is the wrong way to call things off, but I can’t keep on pretending.”

Lisa falls silent as Dean walks upstairs not giving her a second glance. When her husband is out of sight she starts smashing things against the wall, yelling, cursing your name.

All the anger released she looks at Dean walking down the stairs. He feels guilty for hurting Lisa, but you can’t make an omelet without breaking eggs. If he wants to win you over, wants to show you his love Dean needs to commit to you once for all.

“I’ll leave you the truck on the money I made. I don’t need anything else but Y/N in my life.”

Lisa watches her husband leaving the house. She glances out of the window as he drives his dusted Impala out of the garage. Lisa doesn’t feel the loss of love, she only thinks about what the neighbors will think about her and Dean…

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Dean drives around. Restless. Shaken. Your apartment was empty. You left nothing but a note for him. ‘I wish you happiness with the woman you love, Y/N,’ was written on the piece of paper.

His hands grip the steering wheel tight enough to make Dean hiss in pain. Heart racing a mile in a minute he speeds toward Bobby’s place. It’s the only shelter you ever had so he assumes you will meet up with Sam for hunts there from now on.

Sam refused to answer his brother’s calls since the day he got his soul back thanks to you, not his big brother. Dean was in too deep into his apple pie life, his marriage, and the try to not let his façade crumble.

“Son of a bitch!” Dean curses jumping out of the car as he sees Sam holding you in his arms, stroking your back. Right there, outside of Bobby’s house, Dean throws a tantrum.

He runs toward your position ready to attack his brother to get to you but then his brother let go of you and just now Dean can see the tears stream down your face, your quivering lips and the way you avoid looking at him.

“Dean! What are you doing here? Didn’t you do enough? You are a married man cheating on your wife with the woman who always loved you. Do you know how heartbroken she was every time you left her alone after you had what you came for?” Sam’s voice is hard, just like his eyes.

“Sammy…I…” Dean gasps as you grasp at Sam’s hand, trying to make him stop telling Dean about your feelings and the pain.

“Please, Y/N. I need to talk to you…I.”

“Sam, can you give us five minutes? We can go on that hunt later.” Your eyes are red and puffy and Dean’s heart aches at the sound of your broken voice.

Sam’s glances at you before he enters Bobby’s house, mumbling a warning toward his elder brother. Dean is by your side in a blink, cradling your face to stroke your skin with his thumbs.

“I found you, Y/N.” Dean gasps. “I broke things off with Lisa. I’m going to get divorced. I should’ve never married her.”

Your eyes meet Dean’s as you try to find the right words. “I told you to be happy with the woman you love. Leave and don’t come back to me. I’m not doing this any longer.”

“I followed your wish. I want to become happy with the woman I love. With you. I’m begging you. Choose me. Love me. Please.” Dean’s lips brush over your forehead daring not to touch you too intimacy.

“Dean…”

“I never loved her the way I love you. I just wanted to keep my promise to Sammy, and I knew you would never give up hunting for me.” You start shaking as his lips press a soft kiss to your skin.

“Dean, I would’ve followed you to hell and back. Anytime. You just never asked me to do so…” Your voice cracks as you wrap your hand around his left one. Your fingers slide over his only to find something missing. His ring is gone…

“Where’s your ring?”

“I told you I’m going to get divorced. I’m all yours if you want me. I can’t offer you much.” Dean sighs. “I got my car, a few clothes, and a pissed little brother. I gave her all the money I earned over the last years, my truck and stuff. I told her I only need you in my life…”

“Goddammit, Dean! How can a woman resist you if you tell her shit like that?” You groan and he starts smiling. You are using your annoyed tone, teasing him.

“Just don’t resist me then…”

“It’s not that easy - I might have someone else.” You shrug glancing up at Dean. “Maybe he’s willing to share…”

“Share…” Dean chokes out as a wicked grin spreads over your lips.

“Share. Dean, come here.” You call and a German shepherd races toward you. “Good boy, sit.” The dog sits down immediately waiting for your command. “Such a good boy. See. This is a well-behaved Dean. Maybe you can learn a thing or two.”

“From a dog?” Dean asks as you gently pat your dog’s head. “Yeah. My Dean is allowed to sleep in my bed. A privilege you will have to earn first.” Turning on your heels you snap your fingers and Dean, the dog not the man, follows you.

“I can do tricks too,” Dean whines running after you. “I can undress with only one hand. I can park my car blind and I’m a master in…”

Your eyes meet Dean’s as he looks at you, silently begging for a chance. Your eyes narrow, lips pursed you nod. “Fine, let’s start with a simple trick. No other women…”

“That’s an easy one. I only want you…” Your dog is eying Dean suspiciously, silently snarling he tries to get your attention. “Good boy. Don’t bite the other Dean. Maybe I like him.” You chuckle stroking your dog’s fur.

“Only like me?”

“For more, you will have to prove you are serious about wanting me, not Lisa. I never liked this woman, but I won’t let you play with her heart or mine any longer. Make a decision.” Your eyes meet Dean’s. “Pick me. Love me and don’t leave me again.”

“I choose you, Y/N. Anytime. I’ll follow you to hell and back if needed.”

Clicking your fingers, you chuckle as Dean, the man not the dog, follows you into Bobby’s house. “I hope we don’t have to go that far, Dean.”

“I’m sorry for everything I ever did wrong to you,” Dean whispers as you pat your dogs back. “I want you to call her and apologize for everything you did wrong to her. After that, you have to decide if you want to stay here or go back.”

Dean wants to say something, but you press your index finger to his lips. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep. Talk to her first, then decide. I’m in Bobby’s guest room, come in or leave. Either way…”

Your feet carry you away from Dean as he dials Lisa’s number, clearing his throat…

—-

Half an hour passed as you click your fingers to let your dog sleep onto your bed. Dean took too long and you assume he decided to go back.

“Well, Dean. You’ll have your mommy on your own, I guess.” Your dog purrs as the door opens and Dean steps in.

“No, he won’t. I told her everything. There’s nothing left to say except for I love you; you are my salvation and all I’ll ever need in my life.”

Your eyes meet Dean’s as you let his words sinks in. You can see the tension in his body as he waits for your response.

“Sorry, Dean. You’ll have to sleep on the floor in that case.” Dean is looking at you, eyes wide as your dog whines, leaving the bed.

“Thank god you meant the dog. This is so confusing.” Dean mutters watching the dog lying onto a fluffy blanket.

“I like he was listening to me, takes care of me. My personal Dean – only wanting to be close to me.”

“I can be your Dean if you want me. Please take me back. I know I messed up for such a long time, but I’ll do anything.”

“We can try to start anew…”

“Hi, my name is Dean Winchester and I’m in love with this special girl.” Dean holds out his hand as you smile, shaking it. His thumb is caressing your skin while you chuckle lightly. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N, nice to meet you, Dean…”

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maliagf · 4 years

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pairing: stiles stilinski x oc a/n: very little stalerie interaction this in this part, but you guys got so much last time I’m sure you will be fine. this part does pretty much settle the confusion behind Valerie’s powers, though. warnings: violence, mentions of murder, a car crash and a panic attack. wordcount: 3896

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Stiles

“We were here a couple of hours ago, and the message left to Barrow spelling out Kira’s and Valerie’s names was right there on the board in my handwriting and I had the key to the Chemistry closet.”

Scott furrowed his brows. “So, you unlocked the Chemistry closet so Barrow could hide in it from the cops and then you wrote him a message to kill Kira and Valerie?”

I shook my head. “I know, I know, I know how it sounds, but,” I reached my hand into the front pocket of my pants and pulled out the paper, “look at this.” Scott and Valerie leaned in so they could read the paper. “This is a news report that came out about Barrow when they caught him, okay? About the shrapnel bomb that he used. See this? See what he did? He put nuts, bolts, and screws. And then he hid the bomb and the detonator in a box that he wrapped like a birthday present. What does that sound like to you?”

Scott looked up, realization washing over his expression. ”Coach. The joke we played on Coach.”

“That was my idea. You remember? That was my idea. That’s no coincidence, it can’t be.”

“I don’t wanna sound like I’m trying to tell you that you’re wrong but-”

“Yeah, but I don’t have a problem with that,” Valerie spoke up. “Stilinski, this is ridiculous, you did not send a serial killer to kill me.”

I looked down, tears brimming in my eyes as I crumpled up the news report in my hand. “It was here. It was all here.”

“Yeah, I know that. I saw it, okay? I saw it,” she said, her voice much softer now. “But that doesn’t mean you wrote it. Why and how would you even do that?”

I sighed, running a hand over my face. “I don’t- I don’t know.”

“Dude, are you feeling okay?” asked Scott. “You’re looking really tired.”

“Yeah, I’m fine I just haven’t been... sleeping really.”

“Well, why don’t you go home? Take a sick day or something.”

---

Valerie

As Stiles headed home, I followed Scott out of the classroom, listening to him tell me about everything we missed last night. Basically that several supernaturals had been attacked by mysterious demonic ninjas that only came out at night, and apparently, they wanted more. It was hard to comprehend what exactly I had been dragged into, but it was better than not knowing.

As we walked into the main hall, two figures perked their heads up at our appearance.

“Scott, did you-“

Their eyes fell on me and they instantly fell silent. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say they looked guilty. I clenched my fists, trying to withhold my anger towards the two former alphas. I actually managed to not slam their heads together as hard as I could, so I considered it an achievement. I flashed them a sarcastic smile and spoke in the fakest happy-voice I could muster.

“Hey! Ethan, Aiden. Nice to see you again. I’m just gonna leave you with Scott and go and hang out with my real friends. You know, the ones who didn’t kill my best friend and then lie about it.” I gave them the most sarcastic salute in the world, and headed into the corridor, conveniently just running into Kira.

“Hi.”

“Hey. I was actually just looking for you. I need to show you something. It’s really important.”

“Okay,” I said, nodding and grabbing Kira’s arm to drag her into an empty classroom.

I leaned against one of the desks with Kira right beside me. “What did you want to tell me?” I asked.

Kira took her backpack off of her shoulders and opened it, pulling out a picture book. It was illustrated with beautiful cherry blossom trees on the cover, and the title read ‘Japanese Mythology: Creatures, Spirits, and Demons’.

“Have you ever heard of something called a kitsune?”

I nodded. “Yeah, they’re from Japanese mythology, right? It’s the inspiration for Vulpix and Ninetales.”

Kira nodded, understanding my Pokémon reference perfectly. She opened the book to a page she had bookmarked and then began flipping through them, illustrations of foxes with nine tales on every page.

“That looks like what happened to us at the substation,” I said, pointing at a particular picture.

Kira nodded. “Yeah. When a Kitsune rubs its tails together it can create fire or lighting.”

My eyebrows rose at the mentions of the two words, and Kira nodded, understanding what I was thinking.

“It’s called foxfire.”

“We don’t have any tails, though,” I said, making Kira laugh.

—

I was supposed to meet Scott and Kira at Scott’s house before sundown. Something about sticking together and protecting each other against the demonic ninjas. The two of them had headed there in advance, and I was headed towards the Pérezes’ house. I had left my bag at Marcel’s last night so I just needed to pick that up. I had also promised Colin an explanation for my disappearance last night, so I spent most of the journey there trying to figure out how much I was going to tell him.

When I arrived, instead of going through the front door I headed towards the garage. Julia and Marcel were at their doctor's appointment, so Colin was the only one home, and at this time I knew he was practicing with Freddie and Marcus.

I opened the side door, which was open, and stepped in just as they were finishing up a song. Colin, Freddie, and Marcus all turned towards me and smiled.

“Hey,” said Marcus, leaning into his synth.

“Hey,” I said, mirroring their smiles and walking across the room to pick up my bag, which was placed in the corner of the room. “That sounded really good. You guys are getting better.”

“Thanks,” said Colin. “You wanna join us for a couple of songs?”

“Sorry, I can’t. I gotta be somewhere before sundown.”

Colin’s brows furrowed. “Where?”

“I have other friends, you know.”

“Who? Stilinski?” Freddie’s teasing voice carried from behind the drums.

I rolled my eyes heavily. Freddie was awesome, but he could be a pain in the ass most of the time. The phrase ‘frat boy’ was probably the most accurate way to describe him. His blonde hair had been styled in a buzz cut for as long as I’d known him. He also always wore a backward SnapBack on his head.

I admired him deeply, though I would never tell him that. A couple of years back he had gotten in a car accident. No one had died, but as a result, his legs were now paralyzed. Despite now being stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, he didn’t let it affect his positive attitude. He remained happy and upbeat.

He also loved to work out, since before the accident, which resulted in his upper body being super buff while his legs were pretty skinny.

“No, it’s Kira.”

“So,” said Marcus. While Colin and Freddie had known each other since 6th grade, Marcus had first met them in college. He had been really shying didn’t plan on making any friends, but after being paired together in a group project, Freddie had basically adopted him into their group, affectively breaking him out of his shell. Once they discovered their mutual love for music, they decided to start a band, and thus The Outcasts was created.

Marcus was rocking his usual jean on jean combo. He was wearing a green shirt underneath, and a badge with the trans flag on it was pinned on his chest. He was the shortest out of all of them (which wasn’t saying much), standing at just half an inch taller than me. He had dark skin, deep-set dark eyes, and his short afro was dyed blue at the tips. “Are you going to tell us what happened when you ran off with him last night?”

I shrugged. “We just broke into the Sheriff’s Station.”

As intended, their jaws dropped.

“Yeah, Kira’s phone had been taken into evidence. We just deleted a couple of pics she didn’t want the police to see. It sounded kind of thrilling, and yeah, Stilinski is still annoying but he did save my life, so I decided to give him another chance.”

Freddie raised his eyebrows. “How is it that you’re already in an on-again, off-again relationship with this guy and you’re not even dating?” Laughter broke out from all of them, including Freddie, who liked to laugh at his own jokes.

I picked up one of the spare drumsticks from a table beside me and threw it at him. He dodged it easily.

“At least I’m not still sleeping with my ex,” I quipped back. ‘Oohs’ escaped from both Colin and Marcus, making me smirk.

“Oh you’re one to talk,” said Freddie, picking up the drumstick I’d thrown at him and throwing it at Colin. “At least I’m getting some. You’re pining after a girl who’s dating your ex-boyfriend.”

Colin couldn’t help but join in on the laughter that followed.

“It’s in times like this I’m thankful for being aromantic,” said Marcus, shaking his head.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “You’re lucky.”

“Except for the fact that millions of people say I don’t exist.”

“Yeah, except for that.”

---

3rd person

“Valerie just texted,” said Kira, looking up from her phone. “She’s on her way.”

Scott nodded, double-checking that the window was closed just to have something to do.

“Can I ask you a question?” asked Kira, fiddling with the phone in her hands. “I mean, I’d ask Valerie but I have a feeling she won’t answer.”

Scott raised his eyebrows, curious as to what the question could be. “Sure.”

“What’s with her and Stiles? Does she like him? Does she think he’s annoying? Cause I’ve gotten signs that point in both directions and honestly, it’s gotten me pretty curious about it. I know it’s none of my business cause if she wanted to tell me she’d tell me, right? God, I probably shouldn’t even have asked you in the first place – just forget I said anything-”

“Kira.” Scott put a hand on her shoulder, effectively shutting her up. “Calm down, it’s not that big of a deal. I’ll tell you everything I know, just calm down.”

Kira nodded, taking a seat on the edge of Scott’s bed as he sat down beside her.

“I get why you’re confused. It’s really complicated. Even I don’t really get it and I’ve been here for all of it. I don’t even think they themselves understand their relationship right now,” said Scott, a breathy chuckle escaping his lips. “But it started out pretty simple. Valerie hated him when she moved here in fifth grade because he set her hair on fire by accident, and she spent the next few years exerting her revenge.”

Kira raised her eyebrows. “How do you accidentally set someone’s hair on fire?”

Scott shook his head. “I honestly have no idea. They were paired together in science. We were supposed to do that thing where you place a glass over a candle and it goes out because of the lack of oxygen. Well, instead of lighting the candle, he lit Valerie’s hair.”

Kira still looked confused. “But – how...?”

Scott shrugged. “It’s Stiles.

“Anyway, it was really bad. She had to go to the hospital. My mom treated her and she said she was lucky she didn’t burn her scalp. The next day in school Stiles tried apologizing to her, but Valerie started yelling at him before he had the chance. He called her hothead when she wouldn’t calm down. That nickname lasted for about a year.”

Kira flinched. “Wow, that sounds pretty bad. What happened next?”

“Well, their lives started to intertwine more when Derek turned her best friend, Erica. Uh, she’s dead now,” Scott explained. Kira’s face fell.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, but they seemed to have settled some kind of truce, or at least stopped hating each other, and for a while, it looked like they were starting to become friends. But then something happened, Valerie got mad at him again and they’ve been going back and forth ever since.”

Kira nodded. “Well, they certainly seemed to care about each other. Valerie seemed quite worried that time he had a panic attack. You know, before you saved us from the coyote. Do you think...” Kira trailed off, uncertain if she should ask the question or not.

“Do I think what?” Scott prodded.

“Do you think they like each other?” she said slowly.

“Well, I can’t speak for Valerie, but there are things about Stiles I’ve been noticing lately. Some things I didn’t think anything of at first, more in retrospect. You know how they say that love and hate are in fact very similar, and how indifference is actually the opposite of both of them?”

Kira nodded.

“It’s just that... Stiles has always cared about Valerie, even when he didn’t like her. He cared what she did and what she thought. When she acted weird or out if the ordinary he wondered what it was about. He always cared.”

“Do you think he knows?”

Scott shook his head. “Definitely not.”

“How long do you think it will take until they admit it?”

“I don’t know. But considering it’s been this long and they still won’t admit that they’re friends, we’ll probably have to wait a while.”

---

Valerie

I arrived at the McCall house at the same time as Melissa, whom I’d been informed knew everything. By the lack of surprise on her face when she spotted me, I figured Scott had told her all about me as well.

It was strange seeing Melissa outside of the hospital. I had gotten to know her really well during my friendship with Erica, seeing as Melissa had been her nurse for years. She had also filled in for my mom’s nurse a couple of times. I really liked her, but I had no idea how to act around her in these new circumstances.

The awkward hello I got from her told me she felt the same.

When we entered the house, we were met with the sight of Scott arguing with his father.

“I don’t need a warrant, I’m your father.”

“No, you’re a gene donor. I got my hair color from you, and that’s all I got. So you’re not allowed to play tough dad with me.”

“Hey, what’s going on?” asked Melissa, taking her place next to Agent McCall. I walked around them, standing next to Scott and Kira. One look at Agent McCall’s computer screen told me everything I needed to know. The screen showed a picture of Scott and Kira when they broke into the Sheriff’s Station. If McCall’s judge eyes on me told me anything, it was that he’d figured out I was distracting him that night.

His eyes went back to Scott and they continued their glaring match. “Maybe one of you should explain.”

“Scott,” Kira’s soft voice broke Scott out of it, and he followed her gaze out the window. The sun had gone down.

I looked behind us, and in the living room, a dark figure appeared. It wore a black mask and hood. Nothing except black smoke and glowing yellow eyes seemed to be hiding behind the mask. My first instinct was a mix of a dementor and a Death Eater. At least the mask didn’t have an opening at the mouth, meaning it couldn’t suck out my soul. But, it could probably slice me in half with the katana in its hand.

Agent McCall noticed the demonic ninja as well. “What the hell is this?” he asked, and then he did probably the stupidest thing he could’ve done at that moment – he approached it.

Scott looked panicked. “Dad, no! Dad, wait!”

He didn’t listen. Quicker than any of us could react, another oni materialized behind him and stabbed its sword right through his chest. Kira screamed, but I was stricken speechless.

“Dad!” Scott and Melissa ran towards Agent McCall. Melissa got down beside him to inspect his wound, and Scott turned towards the demonic ninja, eyes glowing and teeth and claws out.

The back door was kicked open and Melissa dragged Agent McCall’s body to another room. Derek Hale entered through the door, his teeth and claws out as well.

He and Scott both roared before they pounced on a demonic ninja each. Kira quickly made her way to stand by my side, taking my hand in hers. We just stood there watching the two werewolves fight, not really knowing what to do.

“Mom! The ash!” Scott called out mid-fight.

Kira and I exchanged looks as we heard the familiar sound of another one materializing behind us. We turned around slowly, but luckily, before it could do anything, it was distracted by two figures jumping through the windows, shattering them in the process. It was Ethan and Aiden.

I could come up with a million people I’d rather have rescue me than them, but I was still thankful a samurai sword wasn’t run through my chest.

Kira and I ducked behind a couch as they began fighting, nothing to do but look around and make sure we stayed out of the way.

“Mom! Do it now!” said Scott after pushing one of them out of a window. Derek pushed the final one out of the door, and Melissa ran forward and threw down a vail of grey ash by the doorframe.

The ninjas stood right outside, but they didn’t even attempt to walk through.

Kira and I exchanged looks and walked forward towards the doorframe. We started carefully reaching our hands out, and before I could stick it out of the doorframe, an invisible barrier pushed it back. The same thing happened with Kira.

I felt Aiden’s heavy gaze on me, so I turned to him, giving him a death glare that immediately made him look away. He exchanged a look with Ethan from across the room, before turning towards Kira.

“It’s Kira, right?” That coward was looking at her now. He was looking at poor, innocent Kira who was afraid of them both, because he was too scared to look me in the eye. “So, are you gonna tell us what you are?”

“Aiden,” said Ethan warningly.

“No, look,” he said to his brother, before taking a hold of Kira’s wrist. He had only managed to bring it up a couple of inches before I growled at him.

“Get your hands off of her.” My hand flew up to wrap around the wrist that was holding Kira’s. I could feel the back of my eyes heating up as they glowed. Aiden quickly drew his wrist out of my grip, releasing Kira’s in the process. A burn mark had appeared in the shape of a hand around his wrist. It sizzled for a moment before it started to heal.

I blinked, as if coming out of a daze. I had not meant to do that, and the fact that I did could only mean one thing. My powers were getting stronger, and I had no idea how to control them.

God, I did not need this right now. I had too much going on already, I couldn’t risk accidentally revealing myself or worse – hurting someone I cared about. At least they only seemed to be coming out when I was angry, which was... all the time.

I looked at the shocked faces around me. I didn’t give a damn about Ethan and Aiden (in fact, I was happy with them being scared of me), but it hurt to see Kira look at me like that.

“See that?” said Aiden, still rubbing at his wrist. I hope it hurt. “What are you guys?”

“They’re kitsunes, idiot.”

Derek Hale entered the room.

“Use your eyes. You can see it all around them. The younger ones give off an aura. They just haven’t learned how to conceal it yet.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, we haven’t had much time for that. We pretty much found out about this today.”

Derek chuckled. “She probably doesn’t know what kind she is either,” he said, looking at Kira. “But that one,” he pointed at me, “is definitely a fire one.”

“Well spotted.”

---

“Allison, please tell me you have something,” Scott spoke into the phone. “They’re here, they’re trying to get in, and it looks like they’re gonna be able to.”

“Okay, okay, listen. They’re Japanese demons. They’re called the oni. They’re looking for someone possessed. Someone with a dark spirit attached to them. Also known as a nogitsune or a dark kitsune.”

Scott nodded, casting a nervous glance towards Kira and I. “Okay, tell me, what else?”

“Okay, they won’t hurt you. They know you’re supernatural but once they do this check, once they realize that you’re not carrying with you this dark spirit, then they won’t hurt you. I promise. All they’re looking for is the nogitsune.”

Scott mumbled a quick goodbye and hung up.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” said Kira. “They’re looking for me.”

“Oh please Kira,” I said. ”You’re a literal angel. It’s way more likely that it’s me they’re looking for. You saw what just happened. I didn’t mean to do that.”

Scott shook his head. “They’re looking for a dark spirit, and I know that’s not either of you.”

“Scott,” Derek called out warningly, ”we’re gonna have to do something!” And just then the oni broke through the magic barrier. One at a time, they stepped through the door, keeping their eyes on Scott, Kira and I.

“Don’t do anything,” said Scott. He moved with the same confidence and authority as he did when he saved Kira and I from the coyote. It was hard not to trust him when he did that.

“Is he serious?!” asked Aiden, apparently not feeling the same as I.

Three of the oni stepped forward, leaving the other ones by the door.

“I said, don’t do anything.” He spoke with even more authority now. He turned towards us, reaching out his hand to hold Kira’s.

“Trust me.”

Kira and I exchanged a quick glance, just to make sure we were on the same page, before nodding. I took Kira’s other hand and we walked forward towards the oni.

I looked into the eyes of the one in front of me. Like yellow glowing beads, they reminded me of fireflies, which was quite strange. I masked my fear with a face of bravery as the oni reached its hand out and placed it under my chin, its index finger right behind my ear.

The oni’s ‘check’ was hard to describe. It didn’t hurt, but it was anything but pleasant. A coldness seeped through my whole body, all the way into my bones. The oni seemed to be sucking all of the power out of my body through its index finger. Maybe I wasn’t so far off with my dementor comparison.

I fell down on my knees, but the oni kept a firm grip on my chin. As it continued to drain me of my power, I felt a burning sensation behind my ear, which, surprisingly, was the least horrible part.

The oni released its grip on me and I fell limp to the floor.

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FIC: Biting Off More Than You Can Chew; part 9

Summary: Rus knew a confrontation was coming. He just didn't expect it like this.

Note: Wow, I am really sorry it took me so long to update this one.

Tags: heatfic, dubious consent, NSFW, frenemies to lovers, mates, first time, more if I think of them

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So it turned out Edge did deserve some credit. Despite being dumped on his own in Underswap where to him all the paths would seem backwards and wrongways, he didn’t do too bad getting back to Snowdin.

Not that Rus let him get too far out of sight. Better to not leave any of the Underfell crowd alone in his ‘verse, right? Edge probably wasn’t going to start any weekend massacres or anything, but it was always good to make sure nothing happened to make Monday morning coffee a little awkward at Muffet’s.

So instead of taking a direct shortcut home, instead he took shorter ones, keeping just ahead of Edge. Besides, even if Edge didn’t know the path, the hints of cigarette smoke that Rus left behind were probably as good as a map, anyway. Not the most conventional puzzle clue, but hey. Rus was a unique guy, gotta love it.

Rus was leaning against the garage, finishing up a last cigarette when Edge finally stalked back into town. He looked irritated, but if the last few hours taught Rus anything, it was that his expression didn’t always jive with what Edge was feeling.

"not bad, edgelord,” Rus called, “you made it back without—" killing anyone, Rus bit off. If they were stuck being bonded together, toning it down on being a complete dick was probably a good starting move, "—getting lost," Rus finished, lamely.

Somehow, he didn't think Edge was completely fooled by the bait and switch. "Thank you, I live for your middling approval. Knowing that I have your respect makes all the effort worthwhile.”

“i’m good for all kinds of middle-ing,” Rus gave him a wink and an upraised middle finger, softening it with a grin. The glare he got in return was no birthday surprise but—

Okay, Edge’s brick wall metaphor worked pretty well for keeping their emotions from butting together, but it was obvious they weren't entirely pros at this whole blocking off the bond thing. A ghostly brush of amusement that wasn’t his own slithered over Rus before vanishing.

Oh.

Edge thought he was funny. In spite of that face of his that always seemed stuck in constipated disapproval, beneath it, Edge actually thought he was funny. It was an uncomfortable realization, made Rus play back a dozen other interactions where he took Edge's remarks as sarcasm and yeah, they were, but not the sarcasm he thought, tainted with dislike and irritation. It was playful sarcasm, the funtimes sarcasm that Sans and Rus both wielded like weapons experts and Red—

Nope, Red was banned from the physical and mental today.

That faint pulse of amusement was turning Rus’s world on its head and Edge was staring at him with narrowed sockets. What was he feeling, Rus wondered, wildly, what emotions was Rus sending his way, because Edge told him the morning after over pancakes that he’d never hated Rus. Somehow, that hadn't gotten around to translating into Rus’s head that maybe Edge liked him, a little, and fuck, fuck, did he know that Rus was trying not to think about kissing him? That he was remembering the heat of Edge’s mouth when he’d fitted his teeth into the healing bite mark on Rus’s collarbone, which suddenly decided now was its chance to start throbbing. The temptation was growing despite Rus trying desperately to plant a mental brick on top of it.

Did he take a step closer or did Edge? Rus wasn't even sure. His cigarette dropped from his hand into the snow and Rus barely heard the hiss as it extinguished.

He was looking at Edge’s mouth and was certainly not thinking at all of the way he’d used it in their shared shower, the unexpected skill of his tongue, he wasn’t, he fucking wasn’t, and Rus didn’t even comprehend the soft ‘ting’ of Edge’s soul turning blue until he was yanked backwards and thrown to the ground. He whipped his head around to see Blue standing with his hand outstretched, his starry eyes blazing with blue-yellow flames. “What the hell did you do to my brother!”

Rus didn’t think. Everything was on automatic as he called on his own magic, flooding with more power than he normally accessed for simple shortcuts as he extended his control hand and pushed. His brother flew back, bouncing off the porch steps with enough force to knock a couple points off his HP.

Snow fell off him in clumps as Blue sat up, his expression twisting between hurt and shock. "Papy?"

Oh, fuck. What had he done, he’d never, never hurt his brother, oh, god, oh, fuck, he--

"okay, that's enough!"

He felt the hard rush of magic enveloping his own soul, the ridiculously cheery chime of it changing blue. It was the only warning he got before Rus was sent sprawling in the snow, cold wetness seeping into his sweatshirt and pants. With an effort, Rus lifted his head from the ground to see Blue and Edge both equally pinned.

To his shock, it was Sans holding them down, one eye socket blazing yellow-blue. His brother stood anxiously next to him, wringing his hands as Sans made his slow way down the stairs, uncaring at the slush dampening his slippers as he walked over to Rus.

"you all right?" Sans asked Rus bluntly.

"me?” Rus sputtered, “of course i’m all right, why the hell--“

Sans interrupted him, his normal laconic speech crisped into sharp syllables. It reminded Rus of…of someone, he wasn’t sure who— “because the three of us just got a hellava treat listening through a locked door while you begged him not to touch you, and when we broke in, you were both gone. no offense, edgelord, but that didn't seem like the world’s friendliest chat going on."

"None taken," Edge said calmly, for all the world like they were having a debate over the dining room table and he wasn't pinned down in the wet snow. "We can explain."

Rus flinched, because they could, but he didn't want to, he didn't, fuck, it was no one else's business. To his relief, he and Sans were in agreement.

"don't need an explanation,” Sans said. The sharpness in his words faded with the strobing light in his socket. “whatever is between you two is on you. just wanted to make sure no one was hurt." He let his hand drop and the pressure on Rus’s soul eased. “now, i wanna watch a movie. you all can come along when you’re ready. c’mon, pap.”

He shuffled his way into the house, Papyrus at his heels and whatever furious, too-loud whispers he was directing at his brother were drowned out by the dull roar in Rus’s head as he looked over to where Blue was laying.

Rus scrambled up and stumbled over to his brother who was slowly sitting up. His baby brother whom he’d never hurt, never, spent years putting band aids on his scraped knees, worked three jobs until he’d been able to get them a house. Those starry eyes always looked at him trustingly, always, and Rus fell to his knees next to him, reaching out and afraid to touch. “blue," Rus started brokenly, "i’m so--"

He broke off when Blue flung himself into his arms, holding him tightly enough to make his breath whoosh out. "Papy! I was so worried!"

"i'm sorry, bro," Rus wheezed, hugged him just as tightly even as his ribs groaned a protest.

He heard the crunch of snow next to them and ducked his head lower, burying his face into Blue’s scarf. Not even a week bonded, and it was already fucking with his head enough that he’d hurt his brother. He needed to get a handle on this, now, and it was pretty obvious that Edge being in his general vicinity wasn’t helping.

A raw little sound escaped from Rus as Blue let go, trying to squirm free and reluctantly, Rus let him. Standing, his brother was barely taller than Rus was kneeling down, but he looked up over Rus’s head with uncommon solemnness.

"I'm sorry, Edge," Blue said quietly.

"No apologies are necessary.” That rough voice, directly behind him, and Rus viciously suppressed a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold snow he was kneeling in. "You were worried for your brother, of course you'd want to protect him.”

Despite his sincere attempts not to think of Red, a pang went through Rus, mostly his, but maybe not all. Protecting his brother, yeah, and Red was a fucker and a half, but—

More snow crunching, moving away and Rus heard the click of the front door, leaving him alone with his brother.

Lifting his head to look at Blue was the hardest thing Rus had ever done. But his eye lights were as starry as ever, filled with that same trust. Not that Rus deserved it, never had, but even less so now. “bro, i’m so sorry.”

Blue only waved it off, unconcerned that his older brother just fucking attacked him like some New Home street thug. “Don’t be silly, Alphys does worse than that when she tells me good morning.”

Too forgiving, by far, always, but damn if Rus wasn’t selfish enough to take it. He nodded, letting out a shaky sigh, “i'm sorry if we worried you.”

Now that he wasn’t all torn up by his feeble attempt at fratricide, what Sans said was starting to come in a little clearer. No wonder Edge let them all off so easy; if Rus had been on the other side of the door listening to Blue begging someone not to touch him, they’d be picking splinters out of the kitchen cupboards for a month.

A gloved hand cupped the side of Rus’s face he leaned into it, shamelessly basking in his brother’s affection. “Papy, what’s going on?”

“i—" Rus hesitated, swallowing hard. How could he explain any part of this to his brother? He’d never hidden his sexual proclivities, neither proud nor ashamed of them, and Blue never judged. The worst he’d ever gotten was exasperated when Rus was late because he’d accidentally slept over. But how could he look into his brother’s trusting, starry eyes and explain this clusterfuck? But he couldn’t say nothing, either.

Okay, then, evasive maneuvers. “can we talk about it later?”

Gentle as his brother was, there was some steel in his spine and right now it was working as a poker in his ass. That expression was pure determination, even as Blue nodded. He was getting a pass, for now, but it wouldn’t last forever, and Rus was going to have to either come clean or work out a new bedtime story that Blue might buy.

Welp, that was a problem for Tomorrow Rus. Today Rus pulled his brother in for another hug, one that Blue happily returned…for a moment.

"Phew!" Blue pushed him away, and his expression was one of almost comical dismay. "You stink, brother, when was the last time you took shower?"

Wow, rude. “i took a shower this morning! i’m clean as a freshly washed bar of soap.” Rus tugged up the front of his sweatshirt and gave it a good sniff. Didn’t smell weird to him, but then, he spent all day stewing in his odors, so he probably wouldn’t notice. "probably my hoodie, must've picked it from the wrong laundry pile."

“Go change,” Blue scolded, giving him a gentle shove even as he waved a hand in front of his face. “Do you want to finish the movie? You can go take a nap if you’d rather, I can tell the others you’re tired.”

“bro, you are a bonafide living angel,” Rus said, and that was nothing but frank honesty.

Blue huffed out a laugh and gave him another playful shove. “Go on, then, I’ll bring you up a plate later.”

“thanks, bro,” Rus scrambled to his feet, dripping snow as he dropped a kiss on top of Blue’s skull and stepped back, shortcutting up to his room. He stripped off his wet clothes and left them in a pile, not bothering to replace them as he collapsed bare bones onto the mattress, already halfway to an exhausted dreamland.

The blanket stayed in a crumpled ball at his feet, unused. Maybe he needed to check on their thermostat, Rus decided, already more asleep than not. Cheap fucking thing might be broken again, because it felt like it was set too high. The house seemed kinda hot.

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tbc

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #biting off more than you can chew

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snowthunder · 5 years

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Salty Kisses - A Klance Beach AU - CHAPTER 6 SNIPPET

Hello hello dearest readers! Liv (@thetolkiengeek) and I are alive, and we come bearing gifts! So here, take a 3.5k sneak-peak of Chapter 6 since it will be a little longer until the entire chapter is ready u_u

Enjoy and hopefully we’ll have the rest of the chapter to you soon!

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Lance was pacing.

He traced zig-zag patterns across his room, feet shuffling across carpet and hardwood as he bounced from his bed to his dresser to his turtle poster from Mote and back to the bed to start the pattern over again. At some point, fatigue began to settle into his shoulders, dragging them forward and curved, but the restless motion of his feet continued. And if only he could sleep then maybe he would feel better. Maybe his own words would stop playing on repeat in his head, clanging against his skull like the drip-drip-drip of a broken faucet.

But instead, he paced, tracing well-worn paths into his carpet.

Because I think I could fall in love with you.

Lance stopped mid-step and flopped backwards onto his bed with a groan, hands covering his face.

“Shit,” he mumbled into his palms for probably the hundredth time that night. Morning? Lance wasn’t sure. Some indeterminate time between when he had come home from the garage and when the birds would begin their morning choruses.

What he did know was that he couldn’t sleep, his throat was dry, and thoughts of a surly photographer with a smoking hot motorcycle wouldn’t leave him in peace.

Something about Keith had set the urge to move deeply within Lance, made him restless and unsatisfied in a way he hadn’t realized he was before. The desire for something more burned hot and bright in his chest, burned like fire in his veins, burned at his lips where he could still feel the softness of Keith’s cheek, the barest hint of his gentle, pouting mouth.

And so Lance found himself pacing once more.

At some point, in a distant part of his mind, Lance could discern that things were changing outside his window. Black became grey and the heavy silence of the night broke into something stirringly pre-dawn. It was not long after this that Lance’s door flew open, catching him halfway between his bed and his bookshelf.

Veronica stood in the doorframe, her figure backlit ominously by the hallway nightlight. One look at her face after she flicked on the light, however, and Lance’s younger sibling instincts kicked into overdrive, feeding his fight or flight with an influx of adrenaline.

“Vero?”

“My car. Twenty minutes.”

Lance was taken aback by the short, clipped order, surprised it hadn’t been the tongue lashing that he was half expecting.

“Twenty minutes? Wait...what time is it anyways?"

Veronica stared him dead in the eyes. “Five. Thirty.”

“No…” Lance lunged across the room for his phone, tapping the lock screen awake. “Shit. When did that happen?”

“Some time between three when you woke me up with your forlorn stomping and now.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. Car. Twenty minutes.”

To say that Lance was more than a little concerned was a gross understatement. Veronica’s was a silent but vicious kind of anger, slow to build but deadly to those caught on the wrong end of it. He hardly ever saw her with such a thunderous look on her face. Being woken up by Lance’s pacing couldn’t be the only source of her ire. Clearly he was in deep shit, but for what he couldn’t say.

Twenty minutes later, Lance was in the driveway standing beside Vero’s dark green Ford Focus, a soft pair of joggers on and sneakers tied tight. You know, just in case.

He had skipped his usual skincare routine in the interest of time (and his life), and he could already feel the brutal humidity attacking his pores.

Veronica stepped out of the house, keys jingling in her hand as she pressed the unlock button.

“You know,” Lance said, “if you’re gonna kill me you should at least let Mamá know. She’d probably like the heads up.”

Veronica rolled her eyes. “I’m not gonna kill you. Gentle maiming though, that’s not off the table.”

Lance popped open the passenger door and slid into the seat. “Well, that’s comforting.”

Veronica backed out of the driveway and headed into town, turning the radio halfway up to play quietly in the background. Lance was content to sit in silence and watch the morning grow outside the car windows. He wasn’t quite ready to approach whatever catastrophe he had apparently caused to work his eldest sister up this much, and if she wasn’t bringing it up then neither was he.

They cruised around Arus, the sky slowly transforming from grey to pink to blue. The roads were relatively empty, typical of an early Sunday morning, yet the drive-thru at Starbucks somehow still managed to boast a healthy line.

Once they made it to the window, Veronica handed Lance an overly tall, clear plastic cup, a spiral of whipped cream sticking out of the top.

Lance raised an eyebrow as she pulled out of the parking lot. “A venti, huh? I thought you were mad at me.”

“It’s a venti kind of conversation.”

Lance frowned at his drink. “I’m not sure I want this now.”

“Oh no,” Veronica said, speeding down the empty street. “You’re not getting out of this. You woke me up, you can pay the consequences. This is happening.”

Lance groaned and threw his head back against the seat.

Veronica flicked him in the knee. “Oh relax, it’s not all bad. Besides,” her voice grew softer as they drove off the mainland, the water glistening a bright jewel green beneath the bridge, “I have something I want to tell you, too.”

“And it required a kidnapping?”

“Well, clearly you also have something on your mind. I just thought you’d want to talk about it.”

“Me? Nope. Nothing to say here. All hunky dory peachy keen.”

“Fine, I’ll go first,” Veronica said. “I have a girlfriend.”

“What?!”

Veronica pulled into an empty gravel lot and cut the engine. “Come on,” she sighed, opening the door. “Walk with me a little.”

Lance scrambled out of the car after her, barely remembering to grab his sweating plastic cup. “Woah woah woah, wait a second! You can’t just drop something like that and walk away!”

“Then catch up!”

Lance ran after his sister, following her down a sun-bleached sidewalk towards where it led to a boardwalk entrance. He ducked underneath the overhanging mangrove branches, his drink feeling colder in his hand beneath the shade. Veronica led them through a winding path, until they reached a dead-end where a strip of sun-bleached, salt-encrusted walkway stuck out into the water.

Veronica leaned her arms across the railing, swirling the remnants of the frozen drink with her straw. Lance mirrored her stance, but regarded her cautiously out of the corner of his eye. Despite her casual tone, Lance could sense an underlying nervousness, some kind of tension she was keeping close to her chest.

Lance looked out around them, taking in the still water barely lapping at the boardwalk’s piers, the boat-free bay stretching before them, the tangle of mangroves spread out behind them. It wasn’t exactly the kind of place he would have expected his sister to bring him.

“So, why here?”

Veronica shrugged. “I found this spot a while back--when everything between mamá and Dad was going down--and I’ve just kept coming back.” She smiled. “It actually reminds me of you a bit.”

“Oh? Because I’m so calm and beautiful?”

“Mmmmm no, more because you’re a gnarled tangle of tree roots and brackish water.”

“You’re brackish water,” Lance muttered, pouting into the distance.

Veronica snickered and Lance couldn’t help but smile a little. He had never been the type of person to pick a favorite sibling, but neither could he deny that he and Veronica had always had a special relationship. Out of his four brothers and sisters, Veronica had always been the one who understood Lance best, and vice versa. Maybe, Lance mused, that was more true than he had previously thought.

“So…” Lance said, tapping at the cheap plastic in his hands. “A girlfriend, huh?”

Veronica nodded, catching Lance’s eyes, and he recognized a familiar sparkle, that trademark Sanchez grin.

“Yeah,” she sighed. “We met at a talk series for women in STEM early last semester, and we got to talking, and I asked her out. I didn’t want to say anything until I knew it was serious, but…”

“But it’s serious now?”

“Like, tell Dad serious,” she said.

Lance fell silent, listening to the gentle lapping of waves against the boardwalk.

“You wanna tell Dad?” Lance asked quietly.

“I need him to know,” Veronica said. “I don’t want to hide this part of my life. I...I’m in love with her.”

For a moment, Lance could only stare at his sister, completely and utterly floored by the unwavering determination he saw shining in her eyes. Though they were the most similar out of all their siblings, there was a steely core to Veronica that Lance had always envied. She knew what she wanted and how to get it--and apparently that applied to people too.

He only wished he had that kind of conviction.

“I’m happy for you, Vero,” Lance said finally.

“I’m sensing a ‘but’?”

Lance set his drink aside, folding his fingers together. “No, no 'but', I really am happy for you. I just--” Lance took a breath. “I know you and Dad have always been close. I don’t want what happened to me to happen to you.”

“That’s exactly why I want to tell him.”

Lance’s head snapped up to his sister's, but she was looking out towards the bay, cloud of chin-length hair framing her face like a curtain.

“Lance...what Dad did to you...it was wrong.” Veronica looked down at her hands, fiddling with a plain silver band that rested on her index finger. “I remember the whole thing, you know. I remember watching your hands shake when you told him, the look on your face. You looked so scared, but...I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone as brave as you were at that moment. I may not have said it at the time, but I was--I am really proud of you.”

Lance blinked hard against the swell of emotion coursing through him, but even so he could still feel as a single tear escaped, tracing a burning track down his cheek.

“It wasn’t until I found myself suddenly in your shoes that I realized just how brave it was,” Veronica continued. “Because, honestly, I am terrified of telling him.”

Lance cleared his throat against the lump he could feel forming in it. “So, why are you?”

“Truthfully?” Veronica said, gently bumping his shoulder. “I’m doing it for you. And me, of course, but I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he realizes how badly he’s fucked up.”

Lance’s eyes slid over to see his sister giving him a wry smile. Despite that, a familiar sense of guilt welled up in him, and he reached out and placed a hand on Veronica’s shoulder. “Vero, you don’t have to do this.”

Her grin widened, but somehow it became something softer, gentler. “But I want to. I think you’ve suffered alone in this long enough. Don’t you?”

Lance could feel his sister searching for something in his eyes, but he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted her to find it. “It’s been okay,” he said, dropping his hand and shifting his gaze. “I’m mostly over it by now. I mean, it has been six years.”

“No offense, but I call bullshit. I know Dad’s been calling. Mamá told me.”

“Mierda.”

For a moment, Lance thought that Veronica was going to dig deeper, but the smirk she gave him instead sent his stomach swooping. “She also told me about some hot piece of action that came in on a Ducati?”

Heat flooded his cheeks, and Lance prayed that he didn’t look as red as he felt. “Ducati hottie? Can’t say that I remember.”

“Oh, so you’re telling me that there isn’t some dark-haired, goth-lite beauty named Keith that you severely undercharged specialized parts for?”

“No?”

“And also kissed goodnight?”

“Oh my god, it was just on the cheek, that doesn’t even cou--shit.”

Veronica’s grin was practically predatory.

“I knew she was spying,” Lance muttered. He shook his head as he turned back out towards the bay. “It’s...not that big of a deal.”

Veronica ducked into his line of sight, raising an eyebrow. “But do you like him?”

“I--”

“And no nonsense, Lance,” Veronica raised an imperious finger. “I was honest with you, so you can be honest with me. Do you like this guy?”

“I knew I shouldn’t have taken your evil venti bribe,” Lance pouted. But she had a point--he couldn’t break the sibling code like that.

Lance drew in a breath of the salt-tinged air, letting it out in one long sigh. “Yeah,” he said finally, voice barely more than a whisper. “I like him.”

Veronica nudged his shoulder. “So then what’s the problem? Does he not like you back? Do I need to kick his ass?”

Lance rolled his eyes. “No, Ronnie, you do not have to kick his ass.”

“Damn,” Veronica said. “My girlfriend’s been teaching me Brazilian jiu-jitsu, and I wanted to try it out.”

“Of course you do. But the answer’s still no. I don’t think liking me back is the problem.”

“Oh?”

“I mean, judging by the fact that I told him I wanted to kiss him and he didn’t immediately throw sand in my face…”

“Sand? Last I checked, Mamá’s garage isn’t on the beach.”

“Well,” Lance said, scratching the back of his neck. “I might’ve said it twice? On two separate occasions?”

Veronica dropped her head into her hands. “Oh, hell, you’re even more of a mess than I thought.” She turned to lean against the railing, gesturing for Lance to do the same. “We’re gonna be here for a while, so spill.”

Lance sighed but followed suit, settling in against the weather-worn wood next to his sister before he started speaking. He told her about Keith arriving, their first few days of tense interacting and, before he knew it, the entirety of the last three weeks just flew out of him, a torrent of words he didn’t even know he had. He talked about Keith and Shiro’s visit to Mote, Keith hanging out with him at the daycare, the bonfire, the calls from their dad, even the bags he had seen strapped to the back of Keith’s motorcycle. He didn’t leave a single detail out--not Keith’s photography, not the four shots of tequila, not even those damn piercings that glinted so nicely in the sun everytime Keith put his hair up.

By the time Lance had finished, he and Veronica had given up on standing entirely, opting instead to simply sit on the boardwalk, backs to the railing, legs sprawled out before them. Veronica had one knee propped up, an elbow resting atop it as she drummed her fingers against her cheek.

“So, what I’m hearing is, this boy is head over heels for you and decided to stay?”

“What? No no no,” Lance said. “Weren’t you listening? Even Shiro says he doesn’t stay in one place for long, and he had his bags packed.” Lance frowned, tracing a knot in the wood beneath his fingers. “If anything, this is already borrowed time.”

Veronica threw her head back against the railing. “Leandro Riel Sanchez, so help me, I am going to throw you off this pier.”

“What?! What for?”

“Because, dummy,” she pivoted her head, pinning him down with a stare, “you finally find someone you seem to like--and I mean really like, not just like in passing because it’s what you think everyone expects of you--and you’re running away.”

Lance drew his knees up to his chest. “I’m not running away. If anything, Keith’s the one running.”

“You sure about that?”

Lance tucked his chin into his arms, grumbling unintelligibly. “It’s not like I’m going anywhere.”

Veronica sighed. “I know you said you’re pretty much over the Dad thing, but did you ever stop to really think about it? To understand how it might still be affecting you?”

“I thought you were getting a degree in software engineering, not psychology.”

“I don’t have to be a psychologist to see that you’re still torn up about this. When’s the last time you went out with a boy? Hell, when’s the last time you went out with someone who wasn’t some ditzy resort gringa?”

Lance opened his mouth, but Veronica held up a hand.

“And I don’t mean random party hookups. When’s the last time that you let yourself know someone? Like really know them?”

Lance’s jaw clicked shut, and he dropped his gaze.

“I’m not trying to make you feel bad, I swear. I’m just trying to understand.”

“I guess…” Lance paused, took a deep breath before trying again. “I guess since before the fight with Dad--with James.”

Veronica’s voice was gentle when she asked, “And why do you think that is?”

“I--I don’t know. Lots of reasons? I just...Look, I know what you’re trying to do but Keith’s leaving at some point, and I’m probably going to stay here, like always, and--and I can’t stop thinking about what happens when he gets bored of me, or when he leaves, or--” Lance took a shaky breath. “I’m so scared of knowing him, because that means...that means he knows me, and I don’t want to be found wanting. Not again.”

Tears were falling in earnest now, and he pressed his hands to his eyes, trying to stem the tide.

“Lance,” Veronica said, grabbing his wrists and pulling on them gently. “Lance, look at me.”

Lance gazed up at his sister, the details of her face clouded by the tears still spilling over.

“This isn’t like with Dad,” she said fiercely. “You can’t live your whole life expecting everything and everyone to leave. And most of all, you’re not lacking in anything, do you hear me? You can have these things, Lance. You could have him. You just have to let yourself.”

Veronica released one of his wrists to wipe at his cheek. “Dad doesn’t own you. In fact, he doesn’t even deserve you. You are so much more than whatever that cabrón thinks of you. You deserve to be happy.”

Lance shook his head and pulled away.

“Fine,” Veronica said, her voice hardening. “Don’t believe me? Let me put it another way. Just because you don’t let yourself love anyone doesn’t mean Dad’s suddenly going to be back in your life.”

Lance felt like she just stuck a red-hot poker through his ribs, but Veronica kept going.

“You’ve got so much heart, Lance, so much to give. Why are you trying to hide the best part of yourself?” Veronica sighed, pulling her glasses off of her nose, wiping at the glass with the corner of her shirt. “Look, I’m not trying to tell you what to do, or even to start something with this Keith guy--not unless you really want to. But you can’t keep tiptoeing around this town for the rest of your life. When are you finally going to let yourself go after what you want?”

Lance let out the breath he hadn’t known he was holding in, body shaking with the sudden release of tension. He let his head loll back against the wooden rail behind him, eyes cast upwards to expansive blue sky.

“I guess--I guess I don’t know what I want.”

Veronica huffed out a laugh. “Judging by the look on your face earlier, I find that hard to believe.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, please. You looked like you were about to melt the entire time you were talking about the guy. It was disgusting. It’s the same look you get when you talk about that weird turtle of yours.”

Lance shot his sister an unimpressed look. “First of all, Edgar is a delight and you know it. Second of all, are you trying to comfort me or insult me?”

“Both, obviously.”

“Obviously.”

Veronica pushed off from the now warm boardwalk and brushed off her hands. “I’m serious, though. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you talk about a person that way.”

She offered her hand to Lance, who took it, pulling himself up.

“Is that a good thing?” Lance asked.

“I think it could be. You deserve something real, Lance.”

Lance sighed and picked up his long empty cup. “So what do you think I should do?”

“I don’t know, I’m not you. But I think doing whatever makes you happy is a good start.”

Lance gave Veronica a small smile. “Thanks, Vero.”

“I’d say anytime, but honestly? That was exhausting. Don’t make me do that again for like...three years. At least.”

Lance’s smile grew. “You got it, ‘manita. Now, can we go home? I really need a nap. And maybe some aloe, because someone dragged me out of the house before I could put on sunscreen.”

Veronica flicked him in the forehead before heading back down the walkway and towards the parking lot. “May I remind you? Five. Fucking. Thirty.”

“That’s not even that bad,” Lance grumbled, rubbing at his skin.

“No, you’re right. Three would’ve been much worse. Oh wait!”

Lance rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face felt more effortless this time. “Here, we go…”

#vld: salty kisses #klance #klance fic #my fic #vld fanfic #klance fanfic #vld #lance mcclain #keith kogane #vld lance #vld keith #vld fic

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s-jatpfic · 3 years

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You kissed Reggie

Luke x Alex; (Luke x Bobby, Reggie x Alex)

summary: Alex and Lukes relationship gets tested by things left unspoken since 1995.

word count: 1350

warnings: swearing, mention of sex (between minors), somehow mention of cheating i guess, message me if i should add something else

hi, quick note beforehand. this started off as a 5sos story back in september so there are a few 5sos references. they don’t bother the story and still obviously fit pretty well, but just don’t think i stole 5sos lyrics and think i’ll get away with it. i am aware of the fact that some of the words i used, 5sos already put to paper, just wanted to say that real quick

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“Just shut the fuck up! Shut up! I- I don’t want to listen to that. You kissed Reggie. You kissed our best friend. You can’t just kiss Reggie and never tell me about it.”

Alex and Luke had been in a relationship since before the band became a thing. It started out just for having fun but as they grew older, their relationship soon turned into something more serious. No doubt, at first the both had been scared about that. Not only scared, but Alex started to avoid Luke as good as possible, drowned himself in school work and spend as less time as possible in the garage, that every band member individually made their safe space. And then one day when they went out to pretend everything is going as well as they wish it would go, Luke confronted Alex with the truth.

That this would never work and that he would never change. Luke had a bad day and it wasn’t fair to vent that out on Alex, especially since he is not really known as the stable on, but it was easier for Luke to call him out for all the mistakes the both of them were making. Cause Alex was not the only one that is scared of commitment and the lack of communication between the both of them wasn’t really fixing a thing.

And so Alex took everything that fit inside his bag, told Luke to feck off and that he does not need him at all. With that Alex left. He was full of anger and he needed to get rid of that as soon and as easy as possible so he ran to Reggies and even tho Alex really just wanted to ask him if he could stay the night to not be alone, his anger and sadness took control over his body and the fact that Reggie, only wearing his ripped skinny jeans, was looking better than ever wasn’t really helping so one thing led to another and the next thing Alex knows was laying naked and sweaty in Reggies bed, seeing the guilt in his face as he realized that he just had sex with his best friends boyfriend but everything Alex said was a low “Maybe you should check up on your best friend. His boyfriend just broke up with him.”

Alex and Luke fixed their problems and their relationship works better than ever even now being ghosts but Alex still never told him about that intimacy he shared with Reggie. It was special not gonna lie but it was just nothing either of them ever addressed again. Alex didn’t denied it tho, Luke even saw them jamming to If Walls Could Talk after Julie gave them a crash curs in how people listen to music these days, and if that song does not explain everything, than what does.

But now in a late night game of Never-Have-I-Ever, a question came up, that in summery was about “Never have I ever intentionally kissed one of my bandmates”

Obviously Alex and Luke answer with a yes, their relationship was openly communicated with the band, but as Julie saw Reggies yes, all of a sudden the attention was on Reggie and Reggie only.

“You should not be the one to judge him Luke. You did worse than just kissing someone” Reggie now points out making Luke finally stop walking away and turning around. Alex didn’t want Reggie to be part of the trouble nor Julie to meet the screaming and angry other side of the band, but at the same time, he was lucky he does not have to face that on his own since he is clearly unable to.

“That has nothing to do with why I am mad at him so if you could just not talk about something I told you in secret, that would be great, thanks.”

Luke would never hurt Reggie but the angry look at his face, the hiss of his voice and how close his face is at Reggies now makes Alex question that, even tho Reggie does not look cowed.

“Ok then what is the difference? Just explain it so I can understand cause I clearly cant follow your thoughts” Reggie says as calm as possible.

Alex doesn’t know what Reggie talks about but if that fixes his relationship he isn’t the one to question it.

“Well we weren’t a thing that time. You know that. He was about to drop out the band and honestly, maybe he should have.”

Even tho Luke still stands intimidatly close to Reggie, he faces Alex while saying the last sentence as harsh as possible. Suddenly tears are making Alex’ vision blurry and the anger takes control over his body again.

“Reggie is way better in bed than you anyway. You know what. It was worth it and I would do it again.”

As if the fact that Alex kissed Reggie wasn’t making Luke mad enough, he now dropped the bombshell of truth that he was not referring to a harmless kiss the whole time. As soon as Luke realizes what Alex just said, his jaw drops.

Just for a second.

Then pure madness was covering his face and luckily Reggie was still standing next to him so the slightly stronger boy could hold Luke in place and not attack Alex.

Julie only watching that scene, wanting to help but knowing she should not get into that. This is something between the boys, boiling up inside of them since the 90s.

As if Reggie was a part of this problem, he was the first to find his words again. To be fair, he was a part of this problem, and what Alex does not know yet, so was Bobby.

“It was the same day. The day you both broke up. He came to my house. Frustrated and sad for obvious reasons and it just happened. I’ll say it again, you are not in the position to judge him, you literally did the same. Did you-“ Reggie tries to calm Luke down again but getting interrupted by Alex.

“The same day as what? What did he do the same?” The blond one asks, his voice being nothing more then a broken whisper, since he knows exactly what the only possible thing could be.

“After we- after you guys broke up” Reggie starts, giving both Alex and Luke an apologizing look. Alex for what happened and Luke cause he promised him to never talk about that ever again.

“You know I went to Bobby’s – or Trevors? – I went there to tell him to check on Luke but he wasn’t home so I just gave a quick spy at Luke myself. Bobby was in the garage with Luke, giving him the exact same kind of emotional support as I gave you. I- I confronted him about that the next day but I knew it’s useless cause we all were kinda stuck in the same boat there.”

Alex doesn’t have the right to become sad, he knows that, but he can’t help him. The idea of his boyfriend finding consultation in someone else wasn’t really that nice. But the guilty look on Lukes face makes it really hard to be mad at him. So the crying and shivering mess, better known as the drummer of the band, takes a step forward and hugs Luke as tight as if he’d be about to fall apart otherwise and Luke, may he be a little confused, gives this act of care back just as lovingly.

“I love you”

Ohh, there they were. The three magic words non of them ever dared to say out loud, always more of stuck between their emotions and now finally found their way to the other person.

“I love you too”

Reggie meanwhile steppes back into the garage giving the boys some privacy, something Julie did a while ago as she realized the severe of this situation. “They’ll get over it” Reggie mumbles to comfort her “They always do.”

~franky

reggie being the responsible one when things get heated cause he’s used to it with like his parents and stuff. i’m so in for it.

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A Story of a Fangirl and Her Mental Health

I can recall the exact time in my life where I experienced my first bought of clinical depression. I was thirteen years old. I walked out of my house one night and walked down my street completely dazed. My best friend was my neighbor and saw me from her office window and ran out to ask me what was wrong. I couldn’t tell her. I didn’t even know. I had gone from feeling every emotion to absolutely none at all. I didn’t even know what I was doing outside. It was like a switch had been clicked off inside me and I shut down. My grades started slipping because I couldn’t pay attention in class. My guidance counselor regularly found me curled up in a ball under her desk hiding. She never got me in trouble for it. She’d simply pull out her chair, sit down and wait for me to talk. I never saw a doctor or was diagnosed because the circumstances in my life at that time made a sad kid make sense. My grandmother was terminally ill. My mother was in beginning stages of menopause and didn’t even recognize herself. My brother was battling his own demons. My father had not figured out yet how to be a father that did anything other than pay the bills and sit quietly at the end of the table. I was brutally mentally and physically abused daily by my peers at school. Of course I was sad. But this wasn’t sadness. This was nothing. I felt nothing.

The only time I felt anything was when I put on my headphones and pressed play on my Backstreet Boys or NSYNC CD. I didn’t know these boys and they didn’t know me, but loving them made me immensely happy. It gave me a freedom and safety that I couldn’t let go of. I’d spend hours watching their music videos and MTV specials. I’d obsessively set my VCR to record TRL anytime they were on. It made getting through the day easier knowing at the end of it I’d get off the bus and be able to race home and sit on my couch and be taken away.

Boy Bands became my anti-depressant. Sappy and cheesy and catered to appeal to the raging new hormones of early pubescent girls like myself. The dopamine in my brain went wild. It bonded me for life to my best friend of twenty years. We’d pour over magazines and dress like them and pretend to be them in her living room, trading off who got to be Nick or Justin just because they got the most solos. We weren’t hurting anyone, yet anytime I went to school in a BSB t-shirt my day was made exponentially worse by my peers. My simple enjoyment of something was ammo to ridicule me and tear me apart further. It conditioned in me to be ashamed of innocent enjoyment.

When my depression waned when I started high-school, my need to constantly be enveloped in pop music did as well. I still enjoyed it but it didn’t take up my time. I didn’t need it to feel. I was happy. Still, whenever “I Want You Back” came on the radio, my nostalgia would trigger all of those sensors in my brain that would flood me with happiness. Through my mental stability I found gratitude for the music I found solace in.

I hit my second round of depression in college. I regularly slept less than three hours a night. I couldn’t function in social environments so I rarely left my apartment. I’d curl up on my bathroom floor near vomiting with my desperation to breathe. I was rushed to the emergency room at all times of the night because I was convinced I was having a heart attack. Instead of feeling nothing, this time I felt everything all at once and it was crushing me. I was barely capable of getting dressed and to class. Graduating—with honors no less—was a miracle in and of itself. This time, there was no logical reason for my sadness. My family was well. I was a new aunt. I lived in a gorgeous high rise in downtown Chicago with my best friend. I had a hilarious group of friends. I was a talented writer getting daily feedback from authors and peers. Yet I was a complete mess. This time, I was diagnosed with clinical depression and general anxiety and started to see a therapist that changed my life. But in the meantime…there was the Jonas Brothers.

Three brothers with curly hair and tight pants doing backflips on stage that were catered towards a demographic ten years my junior but I didn’t care. If I found myself in my apartment sobbing uncontrollably for no reason and unable to get off the couch, hitting play made that calm in four minutes or less. Now there was YouTube and laughing at their ridiculous antics would numb me for hours. I admittedly watched a video of Joe Jonas trying to open a chocolate bar while wearing a helmet far too many times and laughed every time. Again I bonded with a newly found best friend over them. We got to be childish and silly and we’d sit up well into the night watching videos and scrolling the internet.

My nephew was young at the time and the first time I pressed play on “Burning Up”, his little legs went wild. I had a common ground with him that made him excite with the thought of getting to spend time with me. He’d knock his little fist on my bedroom door when I stayed with my parents and ask for me to play music and we’d dance around in absolute bliss. He didn’t know how to hurt yet and for the time being, neither did I. When I came out the other side of that period in my life, again I found myself letting that go but feeling immensely grateful to those idiotic three brothers (who I still believe are wildly underrated).

My third round found me in LA after packing up my life and moving across the country away from my family for the first time in my twenty-four years of life. I wasn’t having any luck finding a job. I was broke and alone and the feeling of worthlessness defeated me. I rarely got out of my pajamas or opened the blinds. But then came the boy band I will always feel the most grateful for. These five British floppy untrained puppies who gave more to me than I can express.

One Direction.

Two weeks into listening to Up All Night on repeat I was showering daily, working out, job hunting and singing on the top of my lungs. Over the course of those three years battling on and off with my depression and an eating disorder that made me constantly forget to feed myself and dropped my weight to 97lbs, I met some of the funniest most amazing women I could have ever dreamed to meet. I made memories one summer as I went to seven different shows that I could never replace. I danced in parking lots with strangers. I spent four days straight at the Staples Center laughing harder than I’ve ever laughed with my best friend and a new friend I had made through the band while we danced to their music. I shared a hat with Harry Styles and a conversation that made me internet famous for a day. I got to take my nephew to his first concert ever and watch as he burst into tears at the sight of them and shook with happiness. I healed slowly while laughing so hard tears streamed down my face. I became the friend my friends went to to indulge in their “guilty pleasures.” We’d sit in onesies and watch videos and shout at the screen at how adorable these idiots were. On the days when I couldn’t stand to eat or get dressed or go outside, they coaxed that tightness from my chest. I made friends with someone from across the world who I’ve shared road trips and concerts and memories with over the last three years. As silly as others found it, the memories and people they gave me are irreplaceable. They didn’t make me whole, but they eased the pain long enough for me to get there myself.

So when I found myself newly diagnosed with PTSD after witnessing the slow and agonizing death of my beautiful strong father and I found I couldn’t feel anything anymore. I didn’t even feel like a person. I didn’t find it that surprising when YouTube showing me a random video of Shawn Mendes sparked that familiar feeling of nostalgia and safety and happiness that had become a pattern for me. Hit depression, find a cute boy with catchy songs to hold my hand through it.

It is how I cope and I make no apologies for it. If watching videos of boys that remind me of when I was happy and safe helps me in anyway, there’s no shame in that. I’m hurting no one. Yet it never ceases to amaze me how often others feel the need to comment on it. To belittle me and make me feel pathetic for it. To judge how I choose to cope with my mental health and the methods I use to feel even artificial happiness.

I hurt no one liking these things, yet others feel the need to hurt me for liking it. For what reason? Because they’ve decided it’s lame? Because they think they’re too good for it? People have been vile towards me and taken any opportunity they can to shred me for having a simple innocent pleasure. They have no idea what they’re doing is ripping the doors off my safe house. They’re huffing and puffing and blowing my house down for no other reason than entertainment to shame me for happiness. For enjoying something they think I’m too old for. Even when I was the “right” age for it, I was tormented for it.

What is it about pop music and boy bands particularly that makes people so vile towards the fans? What is wrong with girls and women and boys singing pointless love songs and dancing in their bedrooms without worry? Where did you become so jaded as a human being that you have to tear apart others for what makes them feel happy and safe? Do these people think they only like things other people like? That there’s nothing in their lives they take an excessive interest in that others would find pointless but that they thoroughly enjoy?

My brother is obsessed with Star Wars. He wears Star Wars merchandise. Drinks from Star Wars mugs. Reads the books, sees the films over and over. Builds custom light sabers in his garage. He’s nearly six years older than me. I love that. I love that part of him is still that attached to something he’s loved since childhood.

My mother is still every bit the fangirl who happily sits on the couch watching YouTube videos of my latest pop crush and sings every word to their songs and shakes her adorable butt around to their music and asks me to take her to shows. In those moments she’s sixty going on sixteen and we are without shame and happy. Two months after burying my father, I sat on the couch watching her and my niece and nephew dance and sing at the top of their lungs to One Direction. It was the first time I’d seen them smile and sing since he’d passed. It was a moment I treasure. I had never felt more grateful than in that moment when for four minutes, the man they loved more than anything wasn’t gone and they were free to express joy.

I am a fangirl. Always have been, always will be. It is my solace and my escape. It is my safe house. It is not the dirty word others have made it. I am not a groupie who has deluded themselves into thinking they’re going to be with them or who stalks their every move. I listen to their music. I watch their videos. I go to their shows. It is how I cope with my mental health until I am capable of overcoming it. When I have children I will be my mother, dancing with them in the living room and singing every song and holding them up to see every second at their concerts. And I’ll love it just as much as them. When their friends complain that their parents hate their music and tease them for liking it, my kids won’t be able to relate. I get to be the cool mom, just like my mom had been for my friends. I get to be part of those memories that they’ll never forget or replace.

I feel bad for the people who punish and ridicule others for loving something so trivial.

Let your children sing-a-long without shame.

Let your friends indulge in something nostalgic.

Let your mom dance and feel like a teenager again.

You never know if your comments are taking something from them they need greatly just to get out of bed in the morning. Loving boy bands and pop stars doesn’t make me mentally unwell. Loving boy bands and pop stars, if anything, greatly aids my mental health in a positive direction.

I am a fangirl. Happily.

#mental health #depression #anxiety #fangirl #one direction #jonas brothers #shawn mendes #backstreet boys #nsync #harry styles #niall horan #louis tomlinson #zayn malik #liam payne #joe jonas #nick jonas #jobros

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cajunroe · 7 years

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wintersroe + jazz!au (+ musician!gene + bartender!winters) ↳ there’s something about new orleans that gene’s always loved. everything about the town told a story full of life, from a broken brick on a street to the buildings that filled the french quarter. he loved it all and loved that he got to be a part of what makes the city sing at night. playing in a jazz band in a packed club every night gave him satisfaction like nothing else could. and if he stared at the new bartender too long, well that was just icing on the cake. one night, he caught the bartender staring back at him, a small smile on his face, and gene had to look away before he messed up any more notes. that night, when gene was packing up, the man approached him and asked for the tour of the city from a native. gene blushed and accepted, feeling like he was accepting way more than what was offered.

after a long day full of music, laughter, food, and conversation, gene took dick to his favorite coffee shop.

they relaxed in the shade and listened to the jazz flowing from the open windows.

“there’s something about cities, isn’t there? or maybe it’s ‘cause i’m from one.”

gene looked over to dick and found the man staring at him.

“why you lookin’ at me like that?”

dick smiled, “you’re unlike anyone i’ve ever met.”

gene’s jaw dropped.

“helluva line to drop on a guy, dick.”

dick smiled, “sorry. i just…i don’t know...there’s something about you that i can’t put my finger on.”

gene reached over and placed his hand on the other man’s, “i could say the same thing about you.”

their fingers laced together and they settled into comfortable silence.

gene smiled softly, but felt like something was off. like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

a couple of weeks later, it dropped.

the club was packed, even more so than usual. mardi gras was coming up and everyone was starting their celebrations early this year.

gene was playing, losing himself in the music, fingers flying fast over the keys, drowning out all of the chatter in the room.

they finished their song, taking off for a quick break, when gene looked over to the bar.

he saw a man, very clearly flirting with dick. there were always people flirting with him, some for free drinks, others for more personal requests.

dick always brushed them off, politely and usually they gave up.

but this guy clearly wasn’t taking no for an answer and when dick went to go to the back room for more bourbon, the man cornered him against the door.

gene was across the room in an instant and pulling the man away from dick and onto the ground.

“back the fuck up, he’s clearly not interested.”

the man got up, he had a few inches on gene and maybe another twenty pounds, but gene was so furious that he didn’t care.

“oh yeah? and what the hell are you gonna do about it?”

the man pushed gene, hard, and gene saw red.

he suckerpunched the man directly in his jaw, just like snafu taught him when then were fourteen, and then attacked him as he fell to the ground.

he got another good three punches in before dick pulled him away.

“gene stop.”

gene saw the man run out, tail between his legs, and smiled with smug satisfaction.

“i’m stoppin’.” gene looked to dick and saw an unimpressed, possibly angry look on his face.

“why did you do that? i had it under control.”

“he was in your space, dick. i know what these crowds can get like. trust me.”

dick crossed his arm across he chest.

“and you should trust me to handle myself. i don’t need you to protect me.” dick finished with a clipped tone that made gene flinch before he was angry again.

“i was just trying to help, dick.”

“i don’t need your help.”

“yeah? well maybe i don’t need you at all!”

gene ran out of the club as fast as he could, pushing everyone out of his way.

he didn’t stop running until he reached his house. and when he was finally inside, he crashed to the floor and cried.

dick didn’t seen gene for two weeks after that night. he’d called, text, left messages, and even stopped by his house a few times, all went unanswered.

he didn’t know what to do. he didn’t want to lose gene, not after he’d just found him. before the fight, everything had been going so well. he’d even started falling for gene and could tell the man was falling for him too. it couldn’t end like this, it couldn’t end at all.

he called someone to cover his shift and went to gene’s house.

he made himself at home on the porch, determined to wait him out.

“you’re an idiot, ya know that right?”

gene rolled his eyes as snafu climbed into the driver’s seat.

“yeah i know that snaf, now drive the damn car.”

“i’m just sayin’, you and i have a likin’ to redheads.”

“yeah but we’ve known sledge since we were kids. this is different.”

“i don’t think so.” snafu said in a singsong voice that made gene want to hit him.

“why?” he asked.

“because you talk about him like the way i talk about sledge. all hearteyes and shit.”

“i do not.”

snafu looked at gene with a look that meant he knew he was lying.

“fine, so i do. doesn’t matter ‘cause i fucked it up.”

“nah, you just gotta apologize and we all know how much you hate doin’ that. i think mrs. alcorn is still waitin’ on an apology for her window that you broke in third grade.”

gene slapped snafu’s arm, “i didn’t break that damn window and there ain’t a soul out there that could prove it.”

snafu laughed and lit a cigarette.

“i’m just sayin’.”

gene sighed and watched the town speed by.

“i know snaf, i know.”

dick had been sitting on the porch for well over three hours. this was stupid, he didn’t even know if gene was home or in town or was out for the night or the weekend. he was just about to go home when a black car pulled up the driveway. he stood, nervous and fidgety, hoping that gene would exit the car.

instead, he shoulders slumped as a redheaded man got out.

he approached dick with a sweet smile, “can i help you?”

dick shuffled his feet, “i’m just waiting on someone.”

“you waitin’ on gene?”

dick smiled, “yeah.”

the man smiled, “well come inside, you can wait for him there.”

dick put his hands up, “no, no, i should probably go.”

the man just pushed him forward, back towards the stair.

“nonsense, get in the house. gene should be back soon.”

dick waited awkwardly as the man opened the door.

“you wouldn’t happen to be dick, would you?”

dick nodded, “yeah i am.”

the man clapped him on the shoulder and pulled him inside, “tell me about yourself dick.”

for all of his love for new orleans, he really hated mardi gras season. the traffic was unbearable.

“fuck this is awful.”

gene mumbled in agreement and lit another cigarette.

“sledge at the house?”

“lemme check.” snafu pulled his phone out and burst into laughter.

he was about to tell gene the good new when gene groaned, “he didn’t send you another dirty picture, did he? y’all never know when to quit.”

offended, snafu merely said that sledge was there, he didn’t tell him who was with him though. serves him right for judging his healthy sexual relationship.

there was a break in the traffic and snafu took it, flicking off all of the other angry drivers he cut off.

“people are so inconsiderate, gene.”

gene laughed and blasted the radio as they sped down the street.

“i’m gene by the way, but everyone calls me sledge.”

dick smiled over his glass of iced tea, “nice to meet you and thanks for the tea.”

sledge shrugged and asked, no filter for his thoughts, “so why does roe think he fucked up?”

dick inhaled the tea and choked for half a minute before asking, “what?”

“well gene’s been at our house for a week and i love the man, but he’s been moping the entire time. he said he fucked up and i want to know why he thinks that.” sledge narrowed his eyes and dick felt both threatened and nervous.

but he explained, nonetheless, everything that had happened and everything he had felt. he wasn’t angry at gene for defending him, he wasn’t angry that gene got into a fight. he was angry because gene got into a fight over him, that gene put himself in harm’s way because of dick.

“oh okay, snaf, that’s my husband, and i are like that too. you haveta understand that me, him, and gene all grew up together, thick as thieves, and all of us scored a six on the kinsey scale, if you catch my drift. so really we were the only ones we could rely on. and we had to learn to fight at an early age. time’s they are a changin’ but we’re still in the south and people still have strong feelings about people like us. anyway, we’ve had to fight a lot in our lives and it’s kind of a natural reaction at this point.”

dick nodded, he could understand that, his high school year were nothing short of awkward forced encounters with girls nix had tried to set him up with and a couple fights with guys who wouldn’t leave him be.

“i can understand that, i just don’t want to see him hurt.”

“well he’s hurting now,” sledge pointed a finger at dick, “so i expect you to sort this out. gene’s my best friend and he’s a good man with a good heart.”

dick nodded solemnly.

“so how fast did the guy go down?” sledge smiled as he pulled himself onto the counter.

dick laughed, “one hit, gene’s hands moved faster than he plays the piano.”

sledge laughed loudly, “that’s my boy.”

snafu pulled into the driveway too fast and nearly crashed into gene’s garage.

“you’re fucking crazy snaf. next time i’m driving.”

snafu laughed as they walked towards the house.

“don’t be mad. your momma was the one who taught me to drive.”

gene laughed against his better judgement.

“yeah and her license was revoked when she did it.”

they laughed their way into the house, nostalgia make gene feel light for the first time in weeks.

it all stopped when he saw dick sitting at his kitchen table.

for all it’s worth, dick looked as shocked as him.

sledge interrupted the silence, “well, that’s our awkward cue to leave. dick, lovely meeting you and i hope to see more you in the future.”

he patted gene on the shoulder before whispering into his ear, “he loves you.”

the sweet moment was cut off by him yelling, “merriell shelton get your damn feet off the table before i call your momma!”

gene laughed and moved to sit beside dick.

neither said a word for a moment.

“i’m sorry.” they both said at once.

gene’s eye narrowed and dick smiled inwardly, he could see now how much him and sledge acted alike.

“why are you sorry?”

“because i didn’t let either of us explain ourselves. i didn’t tell you why i was upset. and because i let you walk out the door without following after you.”

gene smiled and grabbed dick’s hand.

he started, “i’m sorry for makin’ you feel that way you did, but i’m not sorry for the fight.”

dick shrugged, “he was an asshole, anyway.”

gene laughed, “and i’m sorry for ignoring you. i just assumed you were calling to tell me it was over and i had already expected that, i just didn’t want to hear it. i love you too much to have to ever hear that.”

both men’s eyes widened at the confession.

eventually, when the shock wore off, dick smiled warmly.

“i love you too.”

gene leaned over the edge of the table and climbed into dick’s lap, remembering weeks ago when they’d been in this exact position, only this time their clothes were on.

gene kissed dick’s lips like he was starving for it.

“aw, honey, our little boy is all grown up.”

gene groaned and stared angrily at snafu.

“sledge! tell snaf he has ten seconds to get out my house before i call his momma!”

snafu narrowed his eyes testing to see if gene would follow through. he saw the threat was real and was out of the door before gene could dial.

sledge popped his head in, “have a good night you two lovebirds.”

gene groaned but smiled when he heard the door shut.

“wanna take this upstairs?”

dick smiled and kiss gene lightly, “i’ll follow you anywhere.”

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prqltothesql · 4 years

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My last week

So it started two weeks ago. My company has always been a little too big for our building. We have about 75 employees, and over the last few years, we’ve moved around a ton of desks and workspaces to try and create as much room as we can out of nothing. We can’t revamp the building and add space or a second floor because it’s an old building and we’re grandfathered into a lot of sprinkler and fire codes and it would cost millions to fix that, in addition to then building more on.

Since COVID-19, we’ve been working from home, it started right around St. Patrick’s Day. Our VPN got upgraded and everyone is on laptops to be able to do their work and tunnel into the network. We’d gotten more WFH friendly over the last few years as well. It used to be like, you needed to ask way in advance and make sure you were in a room by yourself and all these crazy rules. But now marketing apparently had a rule where you could work from home one day a week and it got a lot more lenient for everyone else.

Our company does professional development for schools, and our biggest time of the year is summer when we hold conferences that school professionals and administrators come to. Obviously with COVID, that’s next to impossible to do and was gonna cost us big time. However, with these struggles, we started putting out more content about the virus and schools in the time of a pandemic, doing more webinars which are a huge hit, and also taking our summer workshops online via Zoom, and that’s been a huge success. So our company productivity hasn’t slowed at all and we’re maintaining profitability.

So, our President announced last Friday that she was going to sell our building. We’d be looking into a temporary space for about a year while we look for a permanent location, and when we find it, it’ll be smaller, less workstations so that if you come in you can just plug in and work, and primarily, we’d work from home. It’s a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one. My main goal was always to work from home. My buddy Rob from drumline works from home as a cybersecurity advisor for banks. He lives and works at home and then travels around and consults. It always seemed like a sweet gig, and I’m on a laptop anyways, does it matter where I am? I always wanted to work at the beach. Pipe dream is to work from the beach, live in a house with an ocean view.

So now onto the good part.

So I’ve been working from home since the start of pandemic, and just kind of finding places to go. I initially set myself up in our spare bedroom. We didn’t have a desk, but I was thinking this would be just a few weeks, maybe a month tops, I could deal. I worked on a little wireframe shelf that was barely enough room for my laptop, let alone a monitor, no room for a keyboard or anything. As it got hotter and there was no AC up there, I started working more in my room where I have a small window unit. But that meant I had to keep my door shut and isolate myself from my house. It was fine and it was a better spot but I can’t be shut away and not have my ear on everything for too long. I bopped around too, outside when the weather was nice, inside in the living room in my favorite chair. I didn’t want to set up shop in the dining room because I know my dad would have a coniption about me working there, or spin it like “Oh, I don’t want to disturb you or anything..”

I’ve been worried about them feeling inconvenienced by me working anyways, and have gone out of my way to make it known that just because I’m working does not mean “do not disturb” or anything. If I have a meeting, I’ll go upstairs or find a spot and it won’t be a huge issue.

So my dad, after me saying I’m gonna be working from home more permanently, he wanted to fix me up a spot. We have a back room on our porch which is really nice, but got kind of cluttered up by a lot of things. There’s a TV, a few bookshelves, my dad had a ton of camping and model-building stuff back there, a big case full of pictures, a fishtank, etc. My idea was literally to clear out a corner, put a chair there and a table and I’d be set. I don’t need anything complicated. I don’t need an office. My dad’s immediate thought was “I’ll give you two tables and then you could have two separate workstations and this and that” and I kept reiterating, I want a desk and a chair. “Well I want it to look nice for you out there! What if you decide to invite work buddies over to work on stuff together and you need some place to go, you can take someone out there now” We haven’t had company since I broke up with Sammie in 2017. I want a table and a chair. That’s it. I can deal. We could have been done the job in 2 hours.

Instead, my dad insisted we have this French provincial desk out in the garage, buried under a mountain of shit. We would pull that out, clean that up, bring that in and it would be my desk. I told him I could buy one off of Amazon, I could find a table. I didn’t need anything super nice. I didn’t need it cleaned out there. I needed a table and a chair. He tried getting snippy with me, but I eventually just relented.

So we spent two days last week cleaning the back room out, moving a ton of crap, turning everything upside down. Then emptying part of the garage which is filled with stuff. We threw out a lot but put a lot back too. All to dig out this desk which was also filled with crap and old and dirty. And then put all the stuff back in the garage. And it’s hot and it’s taking forever. Tuesday when we dug it out and cleaned it, we worked until 7pm. Keep in mind, these two days, I worked about a total of 3 hours. My dad wanted something specific for dinner that he can cook. So he fucking starts cooking and is screaming and yelling and freaking out, not taking into account the time or that he has to cook or anything before doing all this work.

And then Wednesday is putting everything back. FINALLY Thursday and Friday we get some semblance of normalcy and I can get back to actually working. 3 days of craziness and running around and working in the heat and lugging stuff in and out of the house. All because I wanted A TABLE AND A CHAIR.

OH and in the middle of going through everything, I also mowed the lawn because it needed to be done and I knew if I didn’t make time to do it, he’d catch me off guard and try and do it. And the one time I was gonna do it, he told me not to because it was too hot but I know if I said I wasn’t, he’d have done it not long after.

Fast forward to yesterday. We have a window unit AC that has dripped water before. It keeps our entire downstairs level cool. When it dripped before, it got my dad’s recorder all messed up. We fixed that but then yesterday, because it’s been running so much cause we’re in a heat wave, it leaked and dripped right into the vent underneath of it and a small 2 square foot chunk of the ceiling fell out in the basement where all my dad’s stuff is. It didn’t damage anything too bad hopefully. But it was still a giant hole in the ceiling directly between the upstairs and downstairs.

It happened around 2 and we got done and got everything put back with only the patch job left to do today. But god, the yelling, the screaming. And I’m not exaggerating, literally yelling “AAAAAAAAA,” the complaining. Not just like, this is a crisis, we have to calmly deal with this. Panic, freak out, yell, make everyone else upset. It’s crazy. We clean the area and put everything back, my dad cuts out a piece of drywall and wood to patch there, he’s gonna do it today. We fixed the AC so that the leak now is gonna definitely go outside the house and not drip down. But yesterday while he was taking a break to plan his course of action, I had a panic attack. I was sitting and waiting and I started shaking and I got really short of breath and I got dizzy and weak. It was crazy.

I used to get panic attacks many years ago, and I had a full on nervous breakdown a year ago after my dad’s stroke. When Nancy left, that whole summer was yelling and screaming every day because we had 11 year old baby Rachel to take care of, no money, 9 dogs, a shitty pool, we basically revamped the whole house. I was having panic attacks all the time because it was like, from the moment I woke up to literally the moment I went to sleep, I had to deal with him. Fuck going to school, like now, fuck working. I couldn’t think about that or worry about that.

Now with his stroke, it’s 10x worse because he has all of these limitations and he’s not taking care of himself and he’s stubborn. I barely know what I’m doing and he definitely will not listen to me, but then he hurts himself. He won’t eat and talk about how his blood sugar is so low and he feels like he’s fading and feels so awful and terrible, and I tell him he needs to make sure he eats something and gets something in his stomach besides an entire pot of coffee in the morning, and he won’t do it because he says his stomach doesn’t feel right. He’s losing muscle because he doesn’t eat. He doesn’t trust or like his doctor (that I don’t blame him for) but then he’s confrontational about his meds or about his healthcare. He’ll go and work outside in the sun and it kills him but he’ll do it anyways because “it needs to be done.” And since I quit band, I’ve tried giving all the time I can to helping him and I just don’t think he gets it because he’s worried about everything for so long, he can’t realize there’s someone else here.

And personally, I think there’s a part of him that really doesn’t like me contributing. He tells me he appreciates it and likes it. But I think he almost gets jealous in a way, like when I cook or buy groceries, it’s not something he can hold over anyone, it’s not something he has to feel superior. He feels like he’s not providing, so he feels useless. I try to give him NOTHING to hold over my head. He has enough I guess built in by being my parent. So now I try not to let him give me money, or do things or buy things for me. And I don’t hold my stuff over his head. I buy things and do things because I want to see people happy. That’s all. I want to make people satisfied and content and that makes me happy. I’m constantly worried about everything and everyone. Running out of stuff, being out of stuff, someone not having something they need. I don’t cook dinner or buy groceries and go “I just bought groceries earlier!” and throw it up to people. If I ever do that, it’s because I’m defending myself from him either saying he does it all or that I do nothing.

OH AND THEN TAX DAY. So, last week was the tax deadline and of course like responsible Americans, when given 3 EXTRA MONTHS to do taxes, we both waited until the last minute lmao. The day before (Tuesday when he was insane) he mentioned something and I had a free hour before I had to help him start working and cleaning shit, so I hopped on Turbotax and did my taxes. Took about an hour to dig up my Cab 1099, my 1040, my student loan thing. But once I found those, I did it in about an hour. He didn’t. He waited until the 15th. After dinner lmao. So he’s running around like crazy, and of course more yelling, more screaming, more complaining and bitching. He said he wouldn’t file taxes but he has to because Rachel is getting her Medicare because of him, because she has no income and isn’t going to school and is his dependent. So at the zero hour he goes on and files, and for some reason, don’t ask me why, he can’t e-file. He has to print and mail his taxes. So we have to run over to Staples with a flash drive and print the forms out, then go to the post office where the line is super long, to get post-marked postage and mail his taxes. The whole while he’s bitching, he’s insulting me. He’s not in an awful mood but he’s in a super cocky mood where he like, meanly jokes but is kind of relaxed. It’s hard to explain lol. And it so happens that day, once again after getting barely any work done, my job says “We need you to get us something by 11pm tonight” and I was gonna work on it after dinner but then had to be ready to help him, and by the time I got home again, it was 9:30 so rather than relax, I had to spent my time furiously working to try and finish this thing. It was crazy. Once again, I didn’t mind doing it, I gladly offered to help and it was fun going on a neat little adventure. But the fact that HE put off doing his taxes and he could have done them any other day, then waited till literally the last minute and then had to do all this running around and then I had to be the one to help him and help do it. Fucking insanity.

This last week has just been insane. The amount of shit I’ve had to deal with, on top of COVID, him not being able to go away, ME not being able to go away. Fucking insanity. I’m really losing it.

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Survey 14.

1) How old do you look? Mid-twenties, maybe? I’m 32 2) Where do you live? FL, USA

3) Are you waiting for something? The right time to move back to the other side of the state ><.

4) What's one pet peeve of yours that is not common? When people leave water all over the sink (or maybe not cleaning up after themselves but thats probably common)

5) Last myspace message you received, what'd it say? I haven’t used MySpace in years but my last FB message was my cousin asking for my address so she could send her wedding invitation

6) Can you handle the truth? It depends but I’d rather hear the truth than a lie.

7) Did you cry today? Nope

8) Do you hate the last person you had a conversation with? No

9) Do you have kids? Not yet :/ but hopefully at some point soon

10) Have you ever thought about converting your religion? Ah, one foot is in Christianity and the other is Agnostic. Other than that, I would not convert to anything.

11) Last shocking news you heard? I’m actually not sure

12) What was the last thing you drank? I’m drinking coffee and water right now

13) Last person you hugged? My husband

14) Who do you most look like in your family? I definitely look like my mom 15) Did you dream last night? I don’t think so. I usually do though

16) How many piercings do you have? 7 but I used to have 15 (mostly up my ear lobes x4 but I let them pretty much close)

17) If you could have something right now, anything, what would it be? A house so we can start a family.

18) Does anyone call you babe? My husband

19) Where does most of your family live? In the mid-west. We’re the only ones in FL. Although my In-Laws are snowbirds on the other side of the state for half the year

20) Where did you grow up? Midwest and I will always be a midwesterner at heart

21) Where do you want to go on vacation? I would LOVE to visit England/Wales/Scotland, German and Czech Republic again, and Japan.

22) Have you broken a bone? Just my pinkie finger from falling off my friends bike that was too big for me lol (this is when I was like 11 or something)

23) What did you receive for Valentine's Day? Um, I don’t think I got anything. We don’t really celebrate Valentine’s Day because our anniversary is like 2 weeks after so we just celebrate both at once.

24) Have you ever had a panic attack? Not really

25) Can you sleep in jeans? Not comfortably 26) What can't you wait for? Being able to start a family. But something sooner is moving back to the other side of the state..it will be happening soon but I just gotta get up the courage to tell my boss I’m quitting ><

27) When's the last time you told someone you loved them and meant it? Last night to my husband

28) Have your parents ever smoked pot? I’m pretty sure both of my parents did as teenagers, I know my Dad did for sure

29) Want someone back in your life? No one in particular

30) Do you live near your most recent ex? No, but apparently he did live in FL for a while before moving to Virginia (he’s in the Navy and was stationed here but then they moved him). I don’t know if he’s still there though.

31) Are you good at giving directions? NO, I am the worst navigator lol do not listen to me, I will get us lost!

32) What do you order at the bar? Typically a beer - this depends on what they have on Tap.

33) When was the last time you cried really, really hard? Oh man, um..its been a while. Maybe a couple of weeks ago but only because I was really emotional because of my damn period

34) Who was your last text from? My brother

35) Ever licked someone's cheek? Lol yeah

36) what is your favorite thing to eat with peanut butter? I have a PB&J sandwich every day for lunch but my favorite thing to eat with it is chocolate

37) Where were you on July 4th, 2007? Ok, I guarantee I was at some party where these guys I used to hang out with were having a concert (in their parents’ garage) like it was a lineup of maybe 3 or 4 bands (all involving the same members maybe 2-3 other members in the same friend group..if that makes sense) I was 19 at the time and it was a lot of fun. There was maybe about 50 people there, too so it wasn’t just a few people.

38) What body part(s) do you wash first in the shower? My face

39) Have you ever kissed anyone who's name started with a D? Um, I don’t think so

40) Do you prefer warm or cold weather? Warmer for sure. I don’t know if I could handle the cold anymore. It gets to 40′s sometimes in the Winter and thats enough for me!

41) What do you currently hear right now? Ok, I thought I was over kpop but I guess not. I’m just going through some of EXO’s music videos before work >< (I have a side kpop blog called @simplekpopblog if you’re also into it and want to follow me there :) ) I am seriously obsessed with Do Kyungsoo’s, Park Chanyeol’s (both from EXO) and Jo Jinho’s (from Pentagon) voices.

42) Does someone like you right now? I mean, he better since we’re married!

43) Could you go out in public looking like you do now? Ahh..I’d have to change my shirt. I”m wearing an oversized white shirt. 44) What are your nicknames? I don’t really have nicknames. Although my brother sometimes calls me KPac (only because I got my nose pierced on the same side as Tupac I guess??? but yeah)

45) On the opposite sex where do you like them to have piercings? I don’t mind like gauged ears (but not ridiculous ones), or like an eyebrow piercing. It really depends on what it is and how it looks, but I’m not opposed to them

46) If you could go any place in the world right now where would you go? I actually wish I could stay home for once. I’m so jealous of everyone that gets to work from home. I’ve had to go into the office the entire time!

47) Have you ever made someone so mad that they broke something? I don’t think so

48) Have you ever kissed someone and hated it? Not hated (he was actually a pretty good kisser) but I definitely wasn’t expecting Evan to kiss me that one time. 49) What is your favorite color? Gray, purple, green 50) If you could go back in time, how far back would you go? Maybe last year and decline this job. I like it a lot but we gave up living in a place we really liked. OR going back to when I was in HS and picking a career I actually like and want to dedicate my life to. I don’t hate my career but I definitely don’t belong in it.

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