#this makes me want grandpa bobby so bad

[vivwritesfics]

Shine A Light Into The Wreckage

Chapter Four - Not-Bob

Bob Floyd was many things. He was an instructor at Top Gun, a lover of Tolkien books and a huge fan of coffee. But Bob was also clumsy. That was how he bumped into the table, knocking her drink onto her notebook. He felt bad about it. Bad enough to come back time and time again, in the hopes that she would be there. And, every time, she is. Each time looking a little worse for wear. It doesn't take Bob long to realise he has to save her.

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Warnings: Abusive relationship! Abusive hair pulling! Abusive choking! Forceful sex! Domestic abuse! Seriously don't read if you're affect by stuff like this! Talks of stalking (but in a non serious manner) (Specifically this chapter has 0 warnings, it's just cute)

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"You officially dress like a grandpa."

On the two other times they had met, she had been at the café before him, almost like she was waiting for him. This time, though, Bob was there first. He had her hazelnut latte with oat milk and a black coffee in front of him. 

When she took off her bag and sat opposite him, Bob pushed the hazelnut latte towards her. "You know," she began as she settled into her seat. "I come here to write. You're making it really hard, Bobby," she said, wearing a smile. "But thank you."

Bob gave it a second. "You owe me a name," he said, one hand around his coffee shop mug.

"You're a terrible stalker." She shook her head, grin widening as she took another sip. It was perfect, her exact order. But then she gave him her name. 

Bob repeated it back to her, letting it roll off the tongue. "It's nice," he said. "Nicer than Bob."

"Shut up," she said quickly. But it wasn’t malicious in any way. "If you don't like it, why does everybody call you Bob?"

Bob brought his coffee to his lips. "It's my Callsign," he said as he took in a too big sip, burning his mouth in the process. But Bob ignored the sensation as he looked at her. 

She looked up at him, eyebrows raised. "What's a Callsign?"

"It's pretty much a nickname that's used for identification. There's probably loads of Roberts on a carrier at any one time but I'm the only Bob," he said and adjusted his glasses, a nervous habit.

She folded her arms over her chest, holding her elbows as she looked at him. "Well, I like Bob," she said, reaching for her coffee. "It's... nice." She couldn't tell him it was cute, even if that was what she meant.

Bob looked around at the café. On the two previous occasions they had met, she had been alone. Even now she was sitting with Bob. Not friends, not her boyfriend. She was alone, aside from Bob.

"What do you do for fun around here?" Bob asked as he leaned forward. 

She let out a laugh, but only a weak one. "What do I do for fun? What do you do for fun, Mr Pilot Guy?" 

"I go to The Hard Deck," Bob answered.

He stared at her as he waited for her to answer. But, for the first time since they had met, he had left her without anything to say.

Her eyes met his as she fiddled with her cream, cuffed sleeve of her sweater. "Is it... do you guys really have fun in there?" She asked him.

Bob's brows furrowed behind his glasses. "I thought you said you'd been there."

"I have!" She said quickly. "But, you know, it wasn’t all that fun," the last part she said quietly. 

That look crossed her face again, the one she wore when he had asked about the book. As much Bob wanted to reach across and touch her hand, he didn’t. "You could come with us, if you'd like. I'd make sure Hangman behaves."

"Yeah," she responded quietly. "I might take you up on that." 

She quickly changed the subject, making things light and fun once again. She asked him about Montana, she had so many questions about Montana. Bob answered all of them. He told her about his grandparents farm, about the little house at the bottom of the property. When he was eighteen he had promised his Grandma that he would fix it up, but he hadn't gotten around to it yet. But he had certainly meant to. 

She checked the time on her phone periodically, comparing it to the sky. Watching for when it got dark, Bob figured. He had hoped that, once again, he'd get to walk her home. 

But, when the sky turned orange, she stood and slung her bag over her shoulder. "I've got to go," she said with a smile. "Thanks for the coffee, Bob." 

He stood up with her, bumping the table as he did so. "Do you want me to walk you home? I'm more than happy to," he said, but she shook her head. 

"It's okay," she replied and looked at the sky as it turned orange. "It's not dark yet."

But, still, Bob wasn't quite ready to say goodbye. "It's on my way home. It really wouldn't be a-"

"I said no, Bob," she said suddenly, firmly. "Drop it." 

Bob just watched her as she walked out of the cafe, shoving her hands into her pockets as she walked down the street. As soon as he couldn't see her, he walked out of the cafe and climbed into his truck. He watched her in his rearview mirror, at least until she turned the corner. 

Bob couldn’t help but sigh as he drove off, heading in the other direction to his apartment. He hadn't meant to lie about where he lived and, while it felt harmless at the time, Bob regretted it.

When she disappeared, he let out a sigh and began driving back to his house, back to Frodo. Did she like cats, he found himself wondering. Would she like Frodo if she met him? Frodo would like her. He'd attached himself to the few women that had come into his little house. 

***

On the Monday, Bob volunteered for the coffee run yet again. He was already patting his wallet as he began walking out to his truck. 

But a hand on his shoulder stopped him. "I'll get it, Baby Bob," said Jake. He gave Bob no time to respond as he climbed into his own car. 

"Wait!" Bob called as he watched the car disappear. "Hangman!"

Jake wasn't getting the coffee out of the goodness of his heart. He wasn't doing it to pay Bob back for all of the times he had paid for coffee. He wasn't doing it to give Bob time to prepare for his next lesson at Top Gun. 

When Bob was gone for all of those hours on Saturday, he and Natasha had been discussing all sorts of theories. After going in circles, they narrowed in on the cute barista with the pink hair. 

Jake parked up outside of the cafe. He climbed out of the car and strode in with the confidence of a saltwater crocodile (a notoriously confident animal).

He didn't spot the cute barista with the pink hair right away. His eyes scanned behind the counter as he stepped up to it. He rang the bell, waiting for someone to serve him. 

The cute barista with the pink hair came around the corner. "Hey there," she said with a charming smile. 

Jake didn't know what Bob's type was, didn't know that his type was sitting on one of the tables behind him, writing in her newly acquired notebook. 

Jake wore his award winning, charming smile as he looked at her name tag. "Hello," he squinted at her name tag, "Mariana," he said, drumming his fingers against the counter top. "Can I get three black coffees?" 

Immediately she turned to make coffee. "Do you like a man in uniform, Mariana?" He asked.

"Sure, hun," she said and placed the first coffee in a cup holder on the counter in front of him. 

"Yeah," Jake muttered as he rocked on the balls of his feet. "Yeah, one of my fellow aviators has been coming in here a lot," he said. "You haven't seen him, have you? These geeky glasses, Callsign Bob?" 

Mariana wore a contemplative expression as she placed the other two coffees in the cup holder.

"Yeah," she finally said, nodding. "Yeah. A hazelnut oat latte and either a black coffee or a tea," she said, looking past Jake. But her eyes quickly went back to him as she rang him up. 

He pulled the money from his wallet. "So, Bob hasn't been flirting with you?" He asked with his brows furrowed. 

Mariana couldn't stop the laugh from leaving her lips. "I wish," she said to him. "Hasn't he gotten a girlfriend? He always gets his drinks and then sits on one of the back tables with a girl in a knit sweater."

Jake picked up his coffees, thanked her and walked out of the cafe. He climbed into his car and looked back towards the café. Girl in a sweater. He was looking for a girl in a knit sweater. 

Of the three people sitting in the café,  none of them were wearing a knit sweater. 

Jake let out a sigh as he drove away. 

She had noticed him the moment he had walked into the cafe. His khaki uniform was the same as what Bob was wearing when they first met, when he threw the coffee over her. She couldn't help but hope it was him, until she looked at his face. 

She was crushed with disappointment.

When Not-Bob started talking to the barista, she tried not to listen in. It wasn't her business what this navy man was talking about. He wasn't Bob, so why should she care? Even if it was Bob, she shouldn't be caring if he was flirting with Mariana. 

But then Not-Bob mentioned Bob's name, and she couldn't stop herself from listening in. The questions that Not-Bob directed at Mariana, she couldn't help but think that they should have been directed at her. 

She sipped her hazelnut oat latte, pen still against the paper as she listened. When Mariana told Not-Bob about her sweater, she grinned, holding back a laugh. Oh yeah, they were definitely talking about her. 

Not-Bob thanked Mariana and walked out of the café. She watched him sit in his car for a moment before he drove away. 

When he was gone, she closed her notebook and tucked her pen into the binder rings. Slipping her notebook back into her bag she stood up and left the cafe, making her way back to her office. 

As she sat at her desk, she stared at the phone. All she wanted was for it to ring, just for something to do. Her notebook, the one that Bob had bought for her, was in front of her, open once again, but she didn't write in it, not with how her boss was staring at her from the office. 

The phone finally rang and she directed the call to the salesman. At the sight of her finally doing her job, her boss looked away and she began writing in the notebook. 

If she had been clever, she would have gotten Bob to give her his number. God knows she would have spent all day texting him if she had his number.

But then, if she did have his number, how long until Ken found out? How long until Ken broke this phone, just like the last phone she had?

She knew she had to get Bob's phone number, but she wanted to put it off. When Ken found out about Bob, there was no telling what he would do. There was no way she would ever see Bob after, and she enjoyed his company far too much for that. 

She would go to The Hard Deck. Ken be damned, she'd go. It was all planned out in her head, what she would do and how she would do it. 

All through the work day she imagined how that night would go. Drinking with him, meeting his friends. It sounded like a perfect night, better than any night she had spent with Ken in a long time. 

But the more she thought about it, the more anxiety settled in her stomach. 

Her boss cleared her throat and she picked up the phone, one she hadn't noticed was ringing.

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[hard-deckpilots]

Family gathering.

Fandom: Top Gun Maverick/ bad times at el royale/ catch - 22.

Pairing: Bob Floyd × Reader.

Summary: This is Lewis inception. Bob takes you home for the first time to his parents. But he makes a pit stop before home.

Wordcount: 1.07k

Warnings: Softness. Some mention of someone passing away. Bob being sweet as ever. First time meeting parents.

Tags: @sebsxphia

Bob had finally been given time off. After the mission, everyone was given extended leave. Which meant that Bob could take you home for a family gathering.

Jumping in the car it took you 5 and a half hours to drive from Fighter Town to Lemoore. The air was warm and songs were playing quietly on the radio. It was an easy drive mostly, and you knew you were near when a sign pointed the direction.

"Is it okay if we stop off somewhere before going home? I wanna visit someone first." Bobby asked softly,

"Of course it is honey, this is your home. Don't have to ask." You responded patting his thigh softly.

Bob drove a little longer, and turned into the town cemetery. He stopped along the road and turned the engine off.

"Do you want to go alone?" You asked know realising who he had come to see,

"For the moment. I just want to talk to him, and then I'll let you say hi as well." Bobby replied leaning over to kiss your cheek. You nodded and watched him get out the car. He walked a route he obviously knew, one he travelled every time he was home.

You watched as he walked over to a certain headstone, and watched him kneel down. Bob had talked a lot about his Grandpa. Major was his name. Fought during World War Two as a pilot, and you understood why he wanted to fly so much. He told you how when he was little, he used to sit on his Grandpa's knee making models of planes, tanks and ships.

Bob took a penny out of his pocket and placed it on top of the stone.

"Hey Grandpa. Finally got some time off to come see you and the others. You would've thought that last mission I went on was crazy. Almost lost two, but we managed to get them. Your photo is always there, I know you're with me every time I go up and I thank you for that. In training I had to eject, but I knew you were there." Bob started talking to the stone whilst sitting on the floor,

"I have someone for you to meet as well. I think you'd like them." Bob continued waving you over. You got out the truck and made your way over to him. Walking up to him, you kneeled down.

"Grandpa this is Y/n. Y/n this is my Grandpa Major. I just wanted you to meet them, to let you know that I finally found someone who you would love." Bob spoke softly. You held his hand softly and with your other hand placed it softly on the grave.

"Even though I didn't know him Robbie. I know he would be proud of you." You whispered just enough to hear,

A tear rolled down Bob's cheek. Every day he missed his Grandpa, every day he kept a photo of him somewhere. Or he would talk to him when he needs to vent. You both sat there a little longer until he checked the time.

"We should get moving. Dad can't wait to meet you." Bob spoke,

You nodded and stood up walking away letting Bob have one more moment with his Grandpa.

"Y/n is the love of my life Grandpa." He smiled resting his hand on the stone, then walked off to the car. Climbing into the car he smiled at you softly. Bobby drove out of the cemetery and started to make his way towards the family house.

"Just to pre warn you. My mum and my sister's will be the ones fussing over you. Dad is a bit more shy, but he's a bit of hugger." Bob explained as he pulled into the driveway.

You were a little anxious to meet his family, but he reassured you that they would love you. Especially if you are keeping him safe when at work. Walking through the garden gate, you were welcomed by a cacophony of hello's and shouts from Roberts neices and nephews.

His dad walked over to him, and there was a massive resemblance between him and his dad.

"Hey dad." Bob smiled hugging him, "This is Y/n, my other half." He continued.

"It's nice to meet you Mr Floyd." You smiled, getting wrapped up in his arms. Bob laughed at what he was watching.

"Oh please Y/n, call me Miles." He insisted finally letting you go.

A call from inside got Bob's attention and he went in, greeting his mother. You watched him go inside, and then looked around smiling.

"Did he stop at the cemetery on the way in?" Miles asked quietly,

"Yeah. He introduced me to his Grandpa. But I let him have a moment to himself." You spoke already feeling comfortable around his dad.

"Just after my dad passed. Robert would go there almost every day. When he came home for first time after meeting you, he wouldn't stop talking about you and even went to tell my dad." Miles explained watching Bob, his mum and his aunt come out with handfuls of food.

Placing the food on the tables, Bob's mother walked over to you beaming.

"Finally! Look how beautiful you are. God knows you are treating my Robbie just right." His mum drew you into a tight hug, tighter than his father's was. You could tell that Bob was more like his father, not as loud as his mother.

"Robbie, you better treat them right. I already see grandkids from you two." His mum exclaimed, both of you going beetroot red.

"Mum!" Bob responded watching his mum finally let go of you with a smile.

Bob walked up to you and placed his chin on your shoulder. His family was a chaotic one, but you could tell they were loving. Especially Miles, you could see how protective he was over Bob. He is the third generation of Floyd's to be in the Military, and Miles always hopes that his little boy doesn't have to witness those horrors of what he saw.

"I love your family." You whispered into his ear. You felt a soft kiss to his cheek and saw the softness in his eyes.

The gathering went late into the night, all the children had gone to sleep and the adults sat around the fire. You watched as people conversed, people asking questions about your profession and how you got to know Bob.

This family gathering was definitely something, and you were glad Bob had introduced you to his family.

#bob floyd x y/n #top gun maverick #bad times at the el royale #top gun bob

[thecoddaughter]

I am here to be cringey and nostalgic...

Here is an entire breakdown of the QSMP as Hamilton characters (and key song that relate to plot moments) Blame my ADHD and my college's power outage that made me not have a single class today... and @thebeesforeleg's encouragement!

SONGS BELOW THE LINE <3

Songs outside of just the names list:

Schuyler Sisters - OG Theory Bros

Right Hand Man - Cellbit and Forever creating Ordo Theoritas

Meet Me Inside - Tubbo and Cucurucho 

Guns and Ships - AMERICA’S FAVORITE FIGHTING FRENCHMAN… Etoiles and THE RIGHT HAND MAN… BadBoyHalo

History Has Its Eyes on You - BadBoyHalo (opening reminds me of his shared “war stories” with Cellbit)

Dear Theodosia - We all know that is Wilbur and Tallulah's song, but there is a whole second part and I feel like that belongs equally to Forever and Richas / Bad and Dapper

Non-Stop - Dapper & Pomme (as Hamilton) and Chayanne (as Burr)(Burr is this song is tired older brother who’s sick of their overachieving younger siblings)

What’d I Miss? - Wilbur the moment he comes back

Cabinet Battles - feel like the election debates or Ordem meetings

Take a Break - Bad (Hamilton), Baghera (Eliza), Pomme (Phillip), Foolish? (Angelica) 

Say No to This - Foolish… (I AM JOKING! or am i?)

The Room Where It Happens - Foolish (for real this time) after being relieved from the Ordem 

Schuyler Defeat - can I make a third one in a row Foolish? Cause I just picture this:

Richas: Look! Grandpa's in the paper! ‘Builder Foolish Gamers loses presidential life to young upstart Pomme’ Grandpa just lost his seat in the presidential election. Pac: Sometimes that's how it goes  Richas: Daddy's gonna find out any minute Mike: I'm sure he already knows Cellbit [in the distance]: ATTA GIRL

Washington on Your Side - Foolish & Baghera singing about Jaiden

One Last Time - Baghera stepping out the Presidential Race

We Know - Tubbo, Forever, Phil to Bad about Ron Lemons… and him lying saying he’s planning on kidnapping Foolish… “Alexander, rumors only grow…”

Hurricane - Pac (the cure vibes)

The Reynolds Pamphlet - this feels like the Misclick Duo’s divorce trial 

Angelica saying “I’m not here for you!” is so Jaiden saying “This is about justice.”

Burn/First Burn - Forever to Bad

“Don’t take another step in my direction.” “You can stand over there if you want. I don’t know who you are. I have so much to learn.” “And you are paranoid in every paragraph for how they will perceive you!”  “And when the time comes, explain to the children the pain and embarrassment you put their mother through. When will you learn that they are your legacy, we are your legacy!”

Congratulations - Baghera (I know this had to have be what was happening in her head when she met Ron)

“I begged you to take a break, you refused to.” “You’ve redefined your legacy, congratulations”  If she ends up switching sides bc Bad won’t give up Ron, “I’m not here for you… I know my brother like I know my own mind, you will never find anyone as trusting or as kind.””I love my brother more than anything in this life, I will choose his happiness over mine every time. Forever, is the best thing in our lives.”

It’s Quiet Uptown - Egg Disappearance and/or Bobby’s Death

The Election of 1800 - i feel like i shouldn’t have to say… its in the title… ELECTIONS

Your Obedient Servant - WHERE WE ARE RN… Forever and Bad are somehow exchanging letters while Forever is gone? (I’m not caught up but that’s that the clip seemed to be saying)

Forever: “Now you call me "amoral" A "dangerous disgrace"” “Answer for the accusations I lay at your feet or prepare to bleed, good man” Bad: “am not the reason no one trusts you No one knows what you believe I will not equivocate on my opinion… You would need to cite a more specific grievance. Here's an itemized list of thirty years of disagreements.”

The World Was Wide Enough - Forever’s Proposal that ended in explosions

Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Our Story - The Eggs <3

#qsmp #qsmp as songs #qsmp hamilton au? #qsmpblr #I am sorry for the cringe #i woke up and this was all I could thing of #blame first burn coming on my tiktok at 7 am

[watchingspnagain]

Rewatching Free to Be You and Me

Welcome to “Bert is to Ernie as Dean is to…: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s5e3: Free to Be You and Me

Sam and Dean have gone their separate ways for now, and this episode splits time between the two as they each have their own adventures. Sammy is incognito and working as a bartender, doing his best to stave off the annoying advances of a coworker, who eventually finds out that people who try to get close to him get held at knifepoint by hurt-butt hunters mad at Sam for starting the apocalypse then quitting the biz (or worse - EXPELLED). Meanwhile Dean and Cas go looking for Raphael to pump him for info on where God ran off to, the whole time giving each other Looks and throwing all sorts of poorly-disguised gay references at each other. Just make out, already, yeesh. Turns out Raphael is 100% that d-bag and God’s nowhere to be found. Dean and Cas then have a heart-to-heart in Baby, during which Dean claims he’s happier without Sam around. Cas smells manure. More tortured loving glances. THEN, cut to Sammy dreaming about Jess, who turns out to be Lucifer trying to gaslight his best vessel. Lots of fraught going on here, folks.

Mace:

Oh Sammy, quit sulking about that tart

Lor:

LOLOLOLOL

Mace:

I have jealousy issues

oh LOOKIT HIM

Lor:

well I mean you ARE way better than Jess

RIGHT?

Mace:

I appreciate the support

Lor:

shuttup not!Jess

Mace:

YES

SHUT. IT.

AND QUIT CALLING HIM BABY

IT’S DUMB

oh Sammy.

pets him

Lor:

seriously, Jess. Baby is the car. WATCH THE SHOW

Mace:

oof hot and naked and crying I CANNOT

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

lol

oh I forgot this song is in the show. Jensen sings this a lot at cons

Mace:

interesting

this montage is so good

Lor:

omg lemons versus vamp blood

Mace:

and so is that shirt on Sam

Lor:

YES

YES

aw Dean taking care of his things

Mace:

HAHAHA boundaries Cas

Lor:

"Don't do that!" LOLOLOLOL

Mace:

“hello Dean”

“my apologies"

Lor:

"personal space" oh hush, you know you like him in your personal space

Mace:

RIGHT?!

Lor:

"can I have my damn necklace back, please"

Mace:

oh lookit him getting right back in that personal space

Lor:

TMN angel haaaaahahahaha

Mace:

AND THE LOOKS THEY’RE GIVING EACH OTHER

Lor:

YAS

Mace:

come on, people, HOW DO YOU NOT SEE THIS

Lor:

HE JUST COMPARED THEM TO THELMA AND LOUISE YOU'D HAVE TO BE BLIND

Mace:

they are both so pretty

RIGHT??!

Lor:

Right? and they look so good together

Mace:

and Dean keeps licking his lips

THEY DO

Lor:

WHAT WAS THE LOOK DEAN JUST GAVE HIM OMG

Mace:

“I DIDN’T POOP FOR A WEEK”

Lor:

lololololol

Mace:

Dean just wants roadtrip time with Cas

Lor:

YES

Mace:

stop flirting with my stringbean, bitch

Lor:

RIGHT? even if you do have a cute smile

yes, barman grandpa, it does seem like the end of the world

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

HE'S FIXING HIS TIE LIKE HE'S HIS WIFE

Mace:

YESYESYESYES

Lor:

"that's how you become president" lololol ow

Mace:

YES

THE BADGE MEME

Lor:

omg fixing the ID

YAAAAAS

Mace:

I LOVE YOU CAS YOU BUT WALNUT

Lor:

YES

Mace:

*big (But I’m okay letting but(t) stand)

Lor:

LOLOL

"pump and go" do they do this shit on purpose? they must

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

the DEMONS…DEMONS…DEMONS OMG

Lor:

"we all have our demons" lololol Dean

no, Kolchak

Mace:

“thank you” and the look

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

YES

Mace:

“jumps my bones” COME ON

Lor:

YEP

Mace:

omg Bobby’s snark

Lor:

I LOVE WHEN BOBBY DADS THEM

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"arid" I LOVE HIM

Mace:

YES

he brought Dean…oil…special oil...

omg Dean is using the last night on earth line HOW IS THIS NOT ON PURPOSE

Lor:

he is this close to giving him the "last night on earth" line

HAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

BERT AND ERNIE ARE GAY

Mace:

oh he’s had occasion, but he’s been waiting for Dean

Lor:

YAAAAAAS

Mace:

I MEAN COME THE FUCK ON

Lor:

HOW is that RELEVANT, DEAN? UNLESS

Mace:

RIGHT?!

Lor:

What the HELL would be wrong with "Keith Samuel"?

Mace:

right?

bitch, butt OUT

Lor:

i mean I wouldn't PICK it, but it's not BAD?

Mace:

agreed, esp with the package it’s labeling

Lor:

God that SHIRT

YES

Mace:

YES

READ THE ROOM, HAG

NO MEANS NO, BITCH

Lor:

RIGHT?

look, Dean, when you told him he wasn't gonna die a virgin, he was hoping for someone else

Mace:

RIGHT?!

he’s all mussed I CANNOT

Lor:

"this whole industry runs on absent fathers" you would know, Dean

RIGHT?

Mace:

RIGHT?!?@?@?!?!?!

“years…” oh honey

Lor:

oooof

you DO mean to pry stop it

Mace:

all you’ve been doing is prying you stupid horse

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

LOL

nnnnnngggggg his deep ass voice speaking whatever that is. Enochian I guess?

Mace:

part fake Latin part nonsense

but yeah the voice is quality

Lor:

I have an advantage here in that none of it meant anything to me

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

"I thought you were supposed to be impressive" DEAN

"by the way, hi, I'm Dean" OMG

Mace:

NICE

DED

Lor:

all casual taking a beer and then turning around and GLUGGING it because he's actually terrified

Mace:

YES

Lor:

THEY HAD A PLAN I LOVE THEM

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"don't look at me, it was his idea" and then the look to Cas like "sorry, hon"

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

look, dude, demons ain't new

Mace:

it’s not his fault you’re incompetent at your job, idiot

HAHAHA

Lor:

lol

RIGHT?

Mace:

Meh, knife her, we don’t care

Lor:

okay, she's a pain, but hunters taking civilians hostage at knifepoint? come on, dillweeds

HA!

Mace:

Yeah

Lor:

look Raphael, if you think the 20th century was worse than all the rest of history, you have not been paying attention

Mace:

Daddy ran away- so angels are all prostitutes?

Lor:

"he didn't happen to work at the post office did he?”

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

LOLOLOL

LORD he looks good

Mace:

YES HE DOES

Lor:

omg lookit Cas and Dean all rain spattered

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"but today you're my little bitch" DED

"what he said" HAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Mace:

WHAT HE SAID AHAHAHAHA

Lor:

mmmmmrrrg little peek at his back

Mace:

YES

but wtf is wrong with these a-holes?

Lor:

RIGHT?

Mace:

why can’t everybody just leave my Sam alone?!

Lor:

seriously

he does look kinda hot with blood all over his face though

Mace:

he really does

and all pissed

Lor:

YES

Mace:

oh so EVERYONE is a prostitute in this episode, then

Lor:

"who cares what some ninja turtle says, Cas. what do YOU believe?"

LOLOLOLOLOLOL

Mace:

YES

Lor:

oh Dean

Mace:

knocks him upside

Lor:

"and you're not that much fun"

you're not ALONE you DOPE you're with Cas

Mace:

right?

Lor:

oh ope. careful what you wish for, Chucklehead

Mace:

HA

Lor:

SAM WINCHESTER YOU ARE NOT THIS DUMB

Mace:

right?!

oh hey, Luci

oh god that tatt peeking out of his shirt

Lor:

RIGHT?

I LOVE THIS WHOLE STUPID SET UP SO MUCH

Mace:

YES

Lor:

they are PLAYING this as homoerotic and it still doesn't hold a candle to Cas and Dean just, like, standing next to each other

Mace:

NOPE

ooof. shit’s gettin’ real.

Lor:

YAAAAAS

#watchingspnagain #watchingspnagain 5x03 #spn #supernatural #spn meta #spn spoilers #spn 5x03 #watchingspnagain angels #watchingspnagain dean jokes #watchingspnagain nnggg #watchingspnagain sam's blood drinking

[mlobsters]

supernatural s7e6 slash fiction (w. robbie thompson)

episode title fills me with dread. good sign. another unfamiliar writer. trademark sam forearm flex

DEAN All right. Well, that settles it. We find these ass monkeys, and we kill them ourselves. BOBBY Wait a sec. Every form of law enforcement in the country has seen your ugly mugs this morning. DEAN Exactly. So what's the point in trying to hide?

what kind of dumbass reasoning

okay so is it slash as in slasher? and just a poke at fans to make them think it's gonna be hot man on man action

maybe don't take the impala, a giant noisy incredibly noticeable classic car. is the slash fiction with us in the room right now? all right well i recognize this dude's name because it's got devereaux in it just like one of my all-time favorite hannibal fic writers @devereauxsdisease - so funny, so good. highly recommend if you're in the mood for some hannigram

now. the real question. will the new computer have.. say it with me, untitled 1 and 2. also, the actual real question. this was before having any sort of remote storage was common, and they probably had stuff saved on that hard drive. okay okay WAIT. we could pretend that they back up a snapshot to an external drive.. that could conceivably transfer their desktop settings too. it's conceivable sam's on the ball. (however mister devereaux would want to smash that too, whatever)

seeing jody in her cute little fitted leather jacket and jeans got me wondering how old her actress is - born in 1969 which is the same year as ellen's actress. bobby apparently consistently pulling women 19 years his junior

so like okay with this whole fucking leviathan shifter situation, should they like. stab them to see what color they bleed, before interacting with someone they supposedly know

DEAN You know, it's bad enough that they're ganking people, wearing our mugs, but now this? Have us driving around in this... this caboodle while Baby's on lockdown. SAM It's temporary, Dean. DEAN Nobody puts Baby in a corner.

oh god the eyeroll i did i think i pulled something (i will admit i laughed too). dirty dancing was a very regular part of my childhood. oh, not the lip syncing to air supply. why must they make dean do these things

LEVIATHAN!SAM I'm serious. It's nothing but Satan-vision on the inside.

all right them ragging on the boys with an inside perspective is funny.

okay if they're cosplaying the pulp fiction diner robbery, i think that makes dean honey bunny

whoa jump scare it's teen wolf bad grandpa, my least favorite character! he was on bsg too

teen wolf - michael hogan as gerard argent

appreciate they showed us sam's healing scar without it being the focal point

DEAN Sammy. DEAN Not Sammy.

ok that was cute. and the nickname forever and ever warms the cockles of my heart

LEVIATHAN!DEAN You could be anything. You're strong, you're uninhibited. You're smart enough, believe it or not. But you're so caught up in being good and taking care of each other.

oh GOD fucking stabbing jewel staite i had forgotten this is still a dangling source of conflict. THANKS I HATE IT STILL. they better fucking talk about this instead of oh sam's hiding that he knows and dean's hiding that he did it and feels guilty and doesn't know sam knows bullSHIT.

DICK ROMAN Now it's your turn to listen. I'd sooner swim through hot garbage than shake hands with a bottom-feeding mutation like you. You demons are ugly, lazy, gold-digging whores. You're less than humans, and they're not good for much till you dip 'em in garlic sauce. I'd never work with you, Crowley. In fact, if I wasn't busy with better things, I might actively wipe your kind from the face of the Universe. And you'd deserve it. Are we clear?

well i guess that frees up crowley to work with the good guys

great. what i hate more than them being in trouble with the law, them splitting up/sam walking away. i get it in a variety of ways, but i still hate it. blergh. also what a miserable little outfit he's wearing. sometimes leans into the dadcore a little too much

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 7x06 #spnhiky #hiky #teen wolf #gerard argent #michael hogan #robbie thompson #spn desktop background update #amy pond #jewel staite

[blazehedgehog]

Why do you think so many left-leaning people are fans of the modern Persona games? Most regressive otaku-bait Japanese media gets the stink eye by a lot of progressive people but Persona 4/5 are usually given a pass, even celebrated, despite having a lot of nasty homophobia , casual sexism, and sexualizing underage characters.

I follow Bobby Schroeder and she did a series of posts not too long ago that are making me see red flags all over what you're asking here.

Against my better judgement, I'm going to answer you anyway. Don't make me regret it, or it'll be the last one you ever get.

I also want to answer it simply because, like... it's worth saying: who cares? I know good people who still like Persona and they have their reasons. I don't have to interrogate them on that answer. They can just like a thing, even if I don't.

They've already passed my comfort test. Within reason, I know they aren't a monster. (Unlike you, an Anon, who I've never met; my first impression with you has to be the thing you are broadcasting out in to the world, which happens to be this message right here)

Plus, it's like, when somebody still likes Persona in spite of all the bad it contains? I think I can understand it. I personally don't want to play Persona games because they are very long and because of a few bad eggs on staff... but at least those moments of homophobia and sexism and whatever are usually kind of marginal to the overall story.

Like my primary context is Persona 4, where Kanji and Naoto are in a group of seven main characters. Naoto doesn't come in until over halfway through the story, too. In games that are routinely 100+ hours long, those elements are comparatively tiny.

(Unlike Catherine, where "eww, transgender" ends up being one of the central plot points. But that's Catherine, not Persona.)

For some people, the fact those elements exist at all are a deal breaker, but for others, it isn't. It probably occupies the same space as anime having the "horny grandpa" trope. You just kind of pretend it isn't there and try to see around it. An occupational hazard, of sorts.

And you also have to remember the evidence that at least some people on the Persona 4 staff were trying to push for more LGBT representation. There's cut content to suggest the main character could have had something of a male romance, but it ended up getting cut.

Anyway, everybody has different tolerances for that kind of content. And just because they tolerate it doesn't mean they like it or agree with it.

We are all unique individuals. Coming at this from "WHY IS THE LEFT SO CONTRARIAN TO THEIR BELIEFS?" is a bad angle and comes off like you're trying to pick a fight.

I suggest you don't pick fights. Don't start none, won't be none.

#questions #Anonymous #persona #atlus

[hangmanapologist]

Tag Game About You

Tagged by my love @sunlightmurdock ☺️

Nickname: Robs, bobby, Kate (the only name my mother calls me by), Blackbird (which my great grandpa calls me 🥺)

Star Sign: January Capricorn ♑️ 

Last thing I googled: is it bad luck to put new shoes on a table if they’re in a box? (I did not get an answer)

Song stuck in my head: American Pie by Don Mclean (WELL I KNOW THAT YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH HIM CAUSE I SAW YOU DANCING IN THE GYM)

# of followers: 1,069 nice

Wearing: black flares, wine turtleneck, gold chair and black heeled boots

Movie / Book that summarises me: I don’t think I have one? I know that one character I see myself the most in is Amy March but I am not cool enough to feel like a movie or book summarises me I think

Fave song currently: In Dreams by Sierra Ferrell

Aesthetic: this is so HARD but I want to say that I try go for sunday morning, coffee shop core. does that even make sense? someone help me define an aesthetic bc now I’m thinking

Fave authors: Stephen King, tumblr user glodessa (read the church girl series rn), Seamus Heaney, Sylvia Plath

Random fun fact: I used to Irish dance competitively but had to stop when my boobs came in 😭 and I can speak irish fluently

tagging (no pressure tags): @sebsxphia @callsignmayhem @floyd-luvr @glodessa @nobody7102 @rassvetsky

#this was fun!!!! #tag game

[hessofather]

Chapter 5: All the Boys Want Me

‼️WARNING‼️: STRONG TRIGGER WARNING FOR SEXUAL ABUSE TO A MINOR AND GRAPHIC LANGUAGE.

Growing up I had more confidence than I probably should have. I would strut my chubby 7 year old body around the pool wearing a tankini that made my butt sag, look the male lifeguards up and down, then do a cannonball in the shallow end, to show them just how sexy I could be. I always assumed that they were drooling over me because, well, how could they not? I knew plenty of grown men that wanted in my pants so I just assumed I had whatever it was that made men go crazy.

Men like my uncle. My mom’s brother. Let’s call him Bobby. My uncle Bobby would stumble into my grandma’s house, high off of whatever pills he could get his hands on that day. He would look at me and say “Wow you’re really growing up! How old are you now 18?” I’d laugh because I thought he was just trying to compliment me and say that thing that all adults tell kids which is “you’re growing up so fast!” “No I’m 5 Uncle Bobby!” I’d say trying to sound sassy while rolling my eyes. He’d grab me into a bear hug and squeeze my ass and say “well you could have fooled me!”

Bobby had a raging pill addiction, one he inherited from my grandmother. It wasn’t uncommon to go to visit my grandparents house and he’d be there slumped over in a chair drooling and murmuring about how the family all treats him like shit. I felt bad for him. He must have been the outcast and felt lonely. I knew what it was like to be lonely so I’d make a point to sit with him and talk about whatever I could think of. Most often times it was about plans I had for my future or showing him my latest moves I learned in ballet class. “I’m turning 6 soon so I’ll be moving up a class in ballet!” He’d mumble something about the government and continue to drool and snore. I’d continue dancing and telling my stories.

Sometimes I’d go over to my grandparents house and he’d be there all day. My grandpa would be taking one of his daily naps after the bar and my grandma would be passed out on Xanax or forcing someone to take her to dollar general for cleaning supplies. Which would leave me and Uncle Bobby alone. One day, when he was only about 50% fucked up with pills, he came up with a game for us to play. It was called Disneyland. Disneyland was a game that was just for the two of us and HAD to be our secret. Otherwise everyone else would want to go to Disneyland with us someday.

The game went like this. For everything I let him grope and touch on me, he’d promise a ride on a different attraction at Disneyland. “This one gets you a ride on the tea cups!” He’d say as he groped my nonexistent boobs. “This one get you Tower of Terror” He’d whisper squeezing my butt. “This one is very special. It’s for splash mountain!” He’d laugh grabbing my vagina. I didn’t really like playing this game because it made no sense to me. How did any of these things add up to rides at Disneyland? I had no idea but the game seemed to make him happy and less lonely, and got me a promised trip to Disneyland. So I continued to play it with him every once in awhile when we were alone.

One day I walked passed him getting ready for dance class. He said “mmm” and smacked and squeezed my ass. I didn’t like it when he did that because he always did it too hard and it hurt. It reminded me of the spankings id get at home and it pissed me off. I’d finally had enough of it that day. I went up to my mom later on and said “I don’t like that Uncle Bobby touches my bottom. He shouldn’t get to smack it if I’ve done nothing wrong.” To which my mom looked at me in horror. She wanted more details but I was afraid to get in trouble so all I told her was that “Uncle Bobby likes to grab my butt when I walk passed him and I don’t like it. I also don’t like it when he says I’m sexy because that’s a bad word.”

I remember that night my aunt and uncle came over to my grandmas house. My mom, dad, grandma, uncle Bobby, and his wife all sat in the kitchen yelling while my grandpa and I played outside. I loved family quality time like this. My mom called me into the house and told me to sit on the couch, then left me alone in the room. My uncle Bobby came in and got down on his knees infront of me and said “Sorry sweety for touching your butt. I didn’t know that that’s a no no spot for you.” I sat in silence, thinking “huh, what about the other spots?” I didn’t look at him. “Can I have a hug now?” I just shook my head no and started to cry. I didn’t know why I was crying until he told me. “I guess we won’t be going to Disneyland since you told the secret.” Which made me mad because I DID NOT tell anyone our Disneyland plans. How dare he say I broke my promise.

For years to come after that the family never spoke of the incident. My mom’s biggest rule was that if my uncle Bobby tried to be alone with me I needed to try my best not to do that. I wasn’t allowed to be alone with him and it was my responsibility to make sure that didn’t happen. When he’d come over to my grandmas house I’d run and hide in my grandpas closet. “Watcha doin darlin?” He’d ask. “Oh I just wanted to sit and think in the dark grandpa!” I’d yell out from underneath a pile of clothes in the closet. I didn’t want to get in trouble so I did my best to make sure I didn’t end up alone with uncle Bobby.

It made my grandma angry though. She’d burst into the closet after awhile “why do you treat your uncle Bobby like this?! He’s done nothing wrong and you act like you’re afraid of him!” She’d seeth between her oddly white dentures. “I’ll get in trouble with my mom. Because he touched no no spots.” “HE DID NOT YOU MADE THAT UP!!!” She’d yell. I hated her. I was a lot of things to her apparently. Stupid. A brat. A bitch. Ungrateful. Stuck up. And now a LIAR? I was a lot of things but I was no liar. THAT WAS A SIN.

Uncle Bobby wasn’t the only man who saw the true sexual beast I thought I must have been as a child. Lots of church elders would sneak in a handful of nonexistent boob when giving me a hug. One of whom took me and a few other girls to the park and to McDonald’s one day. I learned that grownups love to share secrets with pretty little girls. Secrets like what color of underwear we were all wearing, or the fact that you can put salt ON TOP of your ketchup before dipping your fries.

We moved churches a lot growing up. Most of the time it was because my parents would find out a pedophile was targeting me. My parents would tell the church council and they’d get “well he’s been a member longer than your family has been so we can’t ask him to leave.” So we’d leave and find a new one. I felt bad that my parents had to deal with having such a sex magnet of a kid like me. The struggle of being THIS sexy was just too much for the house of god and his men to remain pure. I remember when I was 12 and got an email from a 40-something year old man in the church. It read, “ that dress you had on last week looked SOOO nice. You should wear it more often! ;) -love Mark.” I proudly showed my mom the email to prove to her that the dress was a fantastic purchase choice. We left that church after getting the usual reply from the council. Then my mom threw the dress away.

I got my first real, tax paying job at the age of 16. At Pizza Hut. There I felt free. Free to flirt with all the middle aged men that would tell me what they’d like to do to me after my shift. Free to flirt with my manager for free food. Free to escape the hell that was my house. Free to escape the man I called Dad. I found comfort and friendship at this job. Friends of all ages. A few teenagers that I’d go to Walmart with after our shifts ended and buy ice cream and pajamas. But my best friend was the delivery driver. I will not name him. I simply refer to him as “pizza hut guy” now. He was 32 and I was 16-17. We’d stay up all night talking on messenger video. It started out simple. Just him walking me to my car at night to keep me safe and asking if I got home alright.

It didn’t stay simple for long. I revealed the secret about my uncle to him one night after sneaking some alcohol from my parents. He was so hurt by the information that he cried. I couldn’t believe how good of a guy he seemed to be. He was perfectly nice. He always asked if I had taken my meds, even started to video called me to watch me take them every night. Wow, what a great guy. I’d call him on nights where my dad had been angry and throwing things and he’d promise that someday it would be better. Even if it was up to him to make it better for me. We’d hang out all durning our shifts, even coming in on our days off just to sit in the booth and hangout.

That booth was one of my favorite spots. It felt like it was just him and I, and that I could tell him anything. I told him my deepest darkest secrets and fantasies. He’d tell me his too. We’d laugh and cry and spend all night talking in that booth. Then go home after closing time and video chat until 3am. He’d ask me what color of underwear I was wearing and I’d answer him in Spanish to see if he could guess the right answer. He’d ask to see them so I’d set my camera up and prance around my room to show him. He’d tell me how beautiful I was and how if things were different, maybe he would fall in love with me.

Love. I still had no sense of what that word meant. I knew it was sexual. But also cuddly. Hot, but also comfortable. I wanted it so bad. I wanted to know exactly what love was. And if he was willing to teach me, I was willing to learn. We’d sit on the same side of the booth watching scary movies and cuddling he’d put his hand on my thigh and run it along the inseam of my jeans. Sneaking his hand up higher and higher until I’d call it quits. He’d get sad and say “I just want to make sure you know how it feels to be touched the right way before you end up in a relationship someday and have no idea what you’re doing.” It made perfect sense to me so I’d let him continue. Higher and higher his hand would go on my thigh and I’d giggle and he’d squeeze and smile. Until my manager would eventually walk over to tell us that we need to either clock in and work or order something. He’d snap his hand back into his lap so quickly I would try not to burst into laughter.

One night we had a closing shift together and once we locked the doors he asked if I wanted to sit for awhile before going home. I thought this sounded nice so I agreed. He walked me to my car and sat between me and the open driver door. My car was too small for him to sit in comfortably since he was 6’2” and about 350lbs. So he’d sit next to me on the ground often. He said he wanted to play a game and I was intrigued so I agreed. He said “put your hands on the steering wheel and don’t move them. No matter what.” So I did. He started groping my thighs, breasts, he’d put his hand lightly around my neck, then he’d grab my vagina through my jeans and I got nervous. I started to move my hands off the wheel. “Uh uh uh” he said with a smile. “Lay your chair back” I didn’t want to do that. “Lay it back or we just won’t be friends anymore.” I couldn’t loose him. So I did. He then climbed halfway into my car putting his body weight on me and trying to unbutton my jeans. “ I think I need to go home now.” I said trying to not panic. “Just few more steps until we’re done.” He said trying to get his hands into my pants.

I don’t know what happened in my moms brain that night but she forced my dad to drive her passed the Pizza Hut I was supposed to be closing that night. All the lights were off but she saw my car and Pizza Hut guy’s car still there. Just as he was about to fully climb on me my parents flew through the parking lot and he jumped off me and tried to pretend he was tying his shoe. “Get home. Now.” My mom shouted at me. He got up and just whispered “sorry” to my parents. He got in his car and sped off.

I got home and my mom laid into me about how dangerous my actions were and how I must be leading this man on. How she wasn’t stupid and knew I’d been talking to him every night and how he is expecting me to do things now. I was confused. Shouldn’t she be mad at him? I broke down sobbing. “I just wanted a friend mom. He’s not my friend though. He lied.” She called my job the next morning, told them everything and quit on my behalf. I went to return my uniforms and my manager said “ugh now I have to hire two waitresses to replace you. I can’t even go on my vacation anymore.” And that was it. Pizza Hut guys still works there to this day. I can’t walk into a pizza place and not get sick from the smell now.

I lay awake at night often. I think about all the girls that came before me into these men’s lives. And then I get a gut curdling pain when I think of all the ones that were after me. All the ones that my uncle got to. All the ones in the churches. And all the teenage waitresses at that Pizza Hut. I worry that I could have done something to stop it but when I really stop and think about it. I don’t think it was my job to stop it. I think it was my parents job and they failed me and all the other girls. I think it’s the churches that keep loyal money held higher on the totem pole rather than the innocence of children. I think of all these men who are disgusting, vile, and evil vermin who serve no greater purpose than simply paying taxes and dying.

I do get to revel in a few things though. The man from the church that took me to McDonald’s is now serving life in prison due to having 200 files of child pornography on his computer, some of which were homemade. Pizza Hut guy would be 39 or 40 now and is still a fat fucking Pizza Hut delivery driver. Then there’s my uncle Bobby. He died a few years back from an overdose. Everyone cried at his funeral, everyone but me. I even got a few minutes alone with the body to say goodbye. I simply looked at his disgusting, rotting corpse and said “Hope theres a Disneyland in hell. Have fun bitch.”

#white trash #family trauma #this is my life #complex ptsd #tw ptsd #ptsd #tw depressing stuff #tw sex assault

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

Devil in Disguise... Part 24/?

Lee Bodecker x reader series

<Part 23<

Warnings: 18+ readers, drugging/spiking, Bobby-Ray once again trying to hurt Sugar, implied/possible rape?, Sugar being bad ass

Lee was in a terrible mood and everyone in the station new about it. It was only his second week back working and he was back to working his ass off, picking up the slack. The only good thing about being back at the station was he could get back to working his debt with Leroy off.

Lee had noticed you were worrying about your grandpa after you'd stopped off on Lee's third day back at work. George hadn't been well over the last few days and the house had started to get in a state. He'd also not been eating properly so you were worrying he wasn't looking after himself. Lee didn't want you to worry so he said it was for the best that you went back home, he no longer needed you to look after him as much as you had been doing, although he had been enjoying having you around the house as much as you had been. And to make matters worst, you wouldn't even be at home for him to spend the night with, with you wrapped in his arms where you belong.

You were staying at Lizzy's house for a girls night, whatever the hell that was. He hoped it involved the pair of you wearing silk pj's and having pillow fights as you talked about how lucky you were to have Lee as your man.

His telephone began to ring, making him frown as he looked at the clock. It was well after eleven at night, who the hell could be calling him.

"Sheriff Bodecker," He grumbled in to the telephone.

"Lee, it's me." You hurried, your tone laced with panic.

Lee frowned as he day back in his chair, "Sugar, y'kay?"

"I'm worried 'bout, Lizzy."

"Lizzy? Why?" Lee raised his eyebrow.

"Her friends gave her something and now she can barely stand up."

Lee's brow deepened as he strained his hearing. He could hear music and loud laughter in the background. "Sugar, what's goin' on?"

"Lizzy's friends showed up at her house with all these other people, and now there's this full blown party. It wasn't meant to be like this, and I'm really worried, Lee."

Lee sighed, "What did they give her, Sugar?" He asked as he began to stand from his chair.

"I DON'T KNOW!" You snapped at him making Lee growl low in his chest. You took a deep breath, "I-I'm sorry, Lee, I just... I'm scared. Her, her friends laughed, when I asked what they'd given her... And, they said, they'd put it in my drink too, when I'd gone to the bathroom..." Your voice shook before you sniffled.

Lee's face paled. "They what? Sugar, you need to make yourself sick! Get it--"

Before Lee could finish his sentence the line went dead and the last thing Lee heard was your scream. He yelled into the telephone but it was useless.

Lee slammed the telephone back down, not even checking to see if it stayed in place as he grabbed everything he needed before he threw the door to his office open. "Okay, listen up deputies!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You tried to hold Lizzy up the best you could as you stared at Bobby-Ray. The telephone dangled against the wall forgotten about. You were trying to think of a way to get away from Bobby-Ray and his creepy looking friend, but it seemed impossible.

"What are ya' doin' 'ere, Bobby-Ray?" You asked.

"It's a party, ain't it." He smirked at you. He looked over at Lizzy, "Looks like she's havin' a good time." He chuckled.

You shook your head as Lizzy wobbled, her head lolling forwards. "If you call bein' almost unconscious a good time then yeah, she's havin' a blast." You glared at him.

Bobby-Ray's friend smirked, "That's the point, Princess."

Your brow furrowed. "What?"

Bobby-Ray chuckled, "Yer supposed to feel like that." He nodded to Lizzy. "It means we can enjoy ourselves." He stepped forwards.

You gulped, panic flooding your body as you looked between the two of them. You glanced down to Lizzy's hand and grabbed the glass bottle she was holding, pretending to put it on the counter beside you before widening your eyes." Sheriff Bodecker!"

The two boys quickly spun around. You took the chance to nudge Lizzy towards the door before you smashed the bottle onto the back of Bobby-Ray's head. Bobby-Ray fell to the floor crying out in pain but his friend grabbed you and slammed you into the wall before you could run. You tried to push him back and claw at his hands but it was no use. So you did the one thing you knew all men were susceptible to; you kneed him good and hard in the crotch.

You pushed him back as he gasped for air and curled over, taking the chance to quickly grab Lizzy whom hadn't made it very far and began to run upstairs to the bathroom where you knew the door had a lock.

The house wasn't very busy with party goers as most of them were outside by the makeshift fire and using the pool Lizzy's parents had. Anyone who was sinside was way too drunk to even notice your distressed state. You were almost disappointed there was no one upstairs when you reached the top of the stairs, but it meant as you heard Bobby-Ray and his friend follow behind you, you were able to get into the bathroom and slam the door shut flicking the lock in place before you and Lizzy fell to the floor against the door.

It was earily quiet as you finally let out a deep breath. The adrenaline slowly wore off and a blinding pain shot through your hand. Tears burned your eyes as you looked down and saw the blood. You'd cut your hand open smashing the bottle over stupid Bobby-Ray's head.

You screamed out in shock and fear as Bobby-Ray and his friend finally tried the door, kicking it as they shouted, cursing you, threatening you with all sorts of things. You tried to block out their voices by talking to Lizzy, trying to keep her conscious but the less she answered and the more the boys kicked at the door, fear began to fill your gutt.

Things seemed to suddenly go quiet and not long after there was a soft knock against the door followed by, "Sugar? It's me."

You quickly jumped up from the floor, helping Lizzy slide across the floor before you opened the door the best you could, leaping out into Lee's waiting arms. "Oh, Lee," You cried into his chest.

"Jesus," Lee gulped as he saw all the blood. "Deputy, make sure, Miss Lizzy, is taken to hospital right away." Lee ordered the young deputy beside him as he held you tight. He kissed the top of your head. "I've got you, baby girl." He let out a relieved sigh, squeezing you a little tighter.

After a short moment Lee pulled back and noticed the blood was coming from you.

"Shit, sweetheart, what happened?" He quickly pulled out his handkerchief and wrapped it around your hand.

"Stupid, Bobby-Ray's, head." You cried. "I hit him over the head with a bottle... so we could, get away n' it cut me."

Lee tried not to grin at you as pride filled his chest. "That's why he was covered in blood." He let out a dry chuckle. "Ya' kick the other guy in the nuts, too?" He asked with a knowing smirk.

You nodded, "They deserved it, Lee."

Lee nodded. "C'mon, Sugar, we best get ya' to the hospital too." He let out a soft sigh.

Lee carefully bent down and scooped you up bridal style, carrying you down the stairs and out the front door.

Red flashing lights filled the street as neighbours watched party goers being arrested and escorted off the premises. You didn't care if Lizzy's friend hated you or what happened to them. All you cared about was your friend that they had hurt.

"Will, Lizzy, be okay?" You asked Lee as he placed you in the passenger seat of his cruiser.

Lee frowned at you and let out a soft sigh as he knelt beside you, "I'll be honest, Sugar, I ain't gotta clue, but I'm hopin' she is." He offered you a loving smile a he cupped your cheek. "I was so fuckin' worried 'bout ya', Sugar." He gulped.

You sniffled, wiping your tears away. "M'sorry, Lee, we didn't mean for this to happen. It was just meant to be a movie and pamper night, y'know? Girls talkin' 'bout boys n' that." You sniffled, feeling silly.

Lee frowned, "This ain't yer fault, Sugar. Ya' did the right thin'." He smiled proudly at you. "I need ya' to keep doin' that for me, can ya'?" You nodded. Lee smiled again at you and brushed some of your hair back. "Good girl. I'll fix this, okay?"

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[veryrealimagination]

Day 13 - Nightmares

Posted late because there's a spoiler to day 16.

Julia had a small smile as a set of light footsteps carefully made their way down the steps and over to the couch.

Her mother and father didn’t live in the same house anymore, but they still used it as the center point for all family holidays and celebrations. Her father even stayed in their bed during those times. She had been trying to get her third book written. There were a few bends that she was having trouble with, and she had planned on staying up further than everyone trying to work through a couple.

Llewellyn had Hubert in his arms, a barn owl stuffed animal that he left with Nana. Its ‘twin’, Danny, was at home. He was not, however, merely tired. No, it looked like he had a nightmare, one that scared him. “Hey, Llewie,” she cooed, helping him up on the couch so he could burrow into her side. The throw blanket was tugged and twisted around him, creating a little barrier between the world and him. Only when completely comfortable did she ask. “You wanna tell me?”

He shook his head, then after a minute nodded instead. “I was a defective,” he admitted. Julia quirked a smile at the word he managed to say instead of what he meant. She threaded her fingers through his hair, calmly repeating the motion. It was a worry, that after she remembered their past lives, that Llewellyn would as well at some point. She hoped that he wouldn’t. His past was filled with sadness and she wanted to give him a safe and mostly untroubled one. But, her father remembered, and her mother. John and Ruby didn’t, but they believed Bobby did. Bobby, however, didn’t end down the same hole. Reputedly.

She wasn’t sure about the others, and her father didn’t want her to go in search for them. ‘If we find each other, we do. Otherwise, don’t go searching for them. They likely don’t remember like you did.’ Easy for him to say, he had his wife back. She wanted William. “A detective? Were you a good one?”

He nodded. “I was searching for ev-i-dence,” he parsed out, “That would prove that someone was inn-o-cent. And I found it. A gun that someone had hid-ed. But then there was a bad defective, and he was making me go with him because he had a gun. He had comb-mitted the crime and he was…” Llewellyn sniffed loudly and hugged her tightly, burying his head.

Detective Strong. The previous William had told him about the almost death of the younger man when they worked on a case that Constable Jackson had tackled before his death. He admitted to being afraid that they would lose someone so quick after Jackson, and after Worseley in a way, that he split up the constables in an effort to find them quicker, and then didn’t wait for back up when he found them. When she next saw the younger detective, he appeared sturdy, but events as that always left a mark.

She always wondered about all of the ones he acquired.

“Did he get you in the dream?”

He shook his head and didn’t move. “No,” he mumbled, muffled by her stomach, “He had the gun pointed at me and someone opened the door. But I woke up and the door was closed. But the bad defective wasn’t there either.”

“And you came down to find me?” He nodded. “You are completely safe here. You know that?” There was a tiny hum from his throat. “Grandpa would shoot anyone that came in to hurt you. Grandma would wack them in the head with her iron skillet.”

“And you?”

I would stab them with a scalpel. Like she did in the past, only she didn’t have a supply of those yet. “My medical books would have to do.” A tiny giggle came out, because those books had been used to help Llewellyn sit at the table and Thomas had used them to flatten a few of John’s crumbled up letters before they were able to read them. “Now, do you want to go back to your room, or do you want a story from me?”

The tiny body pulled back and shyly asked, “Story?”

“Ooo, good choice,” she muttered, settling down further into the couch. “So, there was a man named William…”

-

Llewellyn woke up, terrified as the last part of the nightmare repeated and he shot up to see if his grandfather was anywhere around. He was alone in his bedroom, as was the norm. He shuffled off and grabbed his thickest hoodie and slippers before walking out of his room.

It made no sense, his grandfather threatening to out him if he followed through on his investigation into the innocent man he got hung. Wait, my investigation? He wasn’t a detective, wasn’t planning to become one either. He figured he had read too many of his Mom’s old drafts for her books and incorporated a few different aspect to his out of wack head.

He had recently figured out he was gay, and started telling family around him. Mom was the first, and he almost broke down crying when she didn’t do anything more than said ‘I accept you, exactly how you are’ and hugged him until he felt better. Then, Grandma and Grandpa, both incredibly happy that he felt safe and got hugs from the both of them. Grandpa was softer than normal and he was completely at ease. Why would his mind make him think that Grandpa would out him?

Also, why was him being out a bad thing? There was something weird about the nightmare. The clothing was old, there wasn’t a cell phone or a computer in sight. It was odd to even his standards. There was sort of an unwritten rule, about his gayness and how no one outside of their ‘family’ could know because there were broken laws and lost jobs and-

“Llewellyn, are you sleep walking?” someone asked, startling him out of his trance. His Mom was in the kitchen part of the apartment. It was new, appliances and conveniences, and more room than the previous place. She had saved up from the last two books to buy something better and they would be living in for years to come.

He shook his head. “No.” Walking over, he sat down at one of the bar stools. Either she had prepped for his nightmare, or she had planned on a giant mug for herself, as two mugs of steaming milk were placed on the table. Hers had the darker color associated with melted chocolate. His had a slightly sweeter smell, indicating that she had stirred honey in instead. “Thanks.”

She hummed a welcome before sitting down. “New place getting to you as well?” she inquired.

“No,” he mumbled, “Had a hypothetical nightmare, I think.”

“Oh, you think? That’s not a good thing to do.”

He groaned, “Mom.”

She smiled. “So, a hypothetical nightmare?”

He was quiet for a minute. “Grandpa threatened to out me.” That confused her. “I was a detective, again, and I found out that Grandpa had an innocent man hung for a crime. I, I wanna say I had been shot because of it?”

This, this chilled her. The current Thomas Brackenreid had a stellar reputation, only hindered by a few cases of corrupt and malicious suspects that almost ruined him and the family name. He had immense pride in being one of the least corrupted by the force, and championing LGBT+ members whenever he found out about discrimination. It’s the reason he had been second to her when Llewellyn came out.

The previous one, who became Chief Constable and led William to becoming one of the first Catholic Inspectors allowed in the Constabulary, with Watts serving as an unheard of Jewish Inspector, that man had a few blemishes in his life. Beating up suspects, turning a blind eye to small amounts of hooliganism. Even helping Llewellyn get Jack back was considered a crime then. But getting an innocent man convicted and hung? She hadn’t known about that, and that didn’t sit well with her.

But, there was the time where Watts disappeared, then came back. Neither her nor William asked questions, their own lives in peril before finally settling. What had happened? They could never get it out of the two of them.

“Shot?”

He nodded, “I, uh, I think I matched. One on each arm?” She didn’t know. By the time he came back, he was healed, and they didn’t know. “I think it’s because everyone’s been good, and my mind wanted to conjure a worst case scenario.”

“Why this one?” He shrugged, not knowing the answer. “So, Grandpa threatened to out you?”

“It would have ruined my life.”

“Why do you know that?” He gestured at the table, palms up in a symbolic form of ‘I don’t know.’ “How do you know that?”

“I’ve, seen it happen?” Glenn Scott? Jack Walker? “Saw it happen? Another detective was outed and he was fired. I don’t think he could get another job.” She remembered that, unfortunately. Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, he leaned a little in to rest. “Everything I had was tied into my place at the Station. My friends, my family. And because I wanted to pursue the right way, I would have lost all of it for his career, his life.”

She squeezed a little. “The man in your nightmare is not your grandfather. He’s a, bad example of some of the people that used to exist. You’re not going to lose anything now.” Julia might have felt him calm down a bit. “You have plenty of people willing to protect you for something you have no control over.”

“Even Grandpa?”

“Especially your grandfather.” Llewellyn had a small smile on his face and Julia pecked his forehead. “Now, let’s finish these and get to bed. The world won’t stop because we’re tired.”

-

The echoes of his own words filled Watts’s head as he woke from another nightmare. He had spotted Jack earlier, with a newborn in his arms and Clara hanging on him. George had been compassionate in steering him away after he faltered in their conversation, finding a new food cart to try so he wouldn’t have to see the other man. It was apparent, that his mind considered the matter open and decided to prod at it some more.

Sitting up, he saw a strange assortment of lights and looked over to a projector of sorts. Confused, he stood up and picked it up. The cord came out the back side, and everything went dark. His mind immediately panicked, struggling to find the thin item and figuring out how to plug it back. Once it was back on, he relaxed minutely.

The nightmare had been more of a memory, a horrid one that solidified his loneliness. Asking Doctor Ogden to hypnotize him so he wouldn’t feel anything about Jack again, wouldn’t have his heart broken because society said he was wrong. He hoped that he could have a love again, but the universe was cruel in his treatment. It might be possible that he was not meant to have a family his sister, his parents, Miss Marks, Danny and Huey nor someone to love and start one with. But it didn’t work and he was forced to realize that he would forever be by himself, a testament to how some get luck in their lives but he never will.

Watts had never been afraid of the dark, just became more morose as the dark took away a sense and made him delve into his own mind about the current events in his life. But never afraid, even when he had been hunted for his work, hunted for his life. The dark did keep him safe at times.

He was not, however, completely Llewellyn Watts. An orphan that was abandoned by his sister, that left the family forged out of experience because it became unsafe by a man that he considered a fair substitute for a father, that came back when the same man hunted him down to bring him back under his ‘protection’, that died with a fake life since he could never have the one he truly wanted.

No, he was also Llewellyn Ogden. The teenage son of Doctor Julia Ogden, who took to writing more than practicing so she could spend more time with him at home. Multiple best sellers, she had a current series based around a detective named Bison that was an inventor in the early 20th century that was clearly William Murdoch in his previous life. Llewellyn Ogden, who lost his boyfriend because his family business had been threatened until he agreed to pose at the boyfriend, and potential future husband, of Clara Cartwright after the teenage girl managed to get herself pregnant by a shoddy boyfriend and whose family wouldn’t allow an abortion. Llewellyn Ogden, who was kidnapped and buried alive as Doctor Ogden had been in the previous life, by the same person, coming out with a new fear of dark and closed spaces.

He sank down on the immensely more comfortable bed than he fell asleep on to think. It was not 1908, as he remembered his previous night to be. It was 2018. He was meant to be having his last year with the man he loved while pondering what they could do together after school. That was now no longer happening for him. Clara Cartwright once again was getting Jack Walker as her boyfriend and he was once again alone thanks to society. He remembered how Gr- Brackenreid looked as he told them what happened when he came home crying after Jack told him.

Wonderful, he was crying, no, sobbing again over everything. The previous Jack that he couldn’t have, and the current Jack that he would likely never have again. His previous life that hurt his heart more times than he ever wanted to remember and the current one where he couldn’t just avoid Jack when they still went to the same school and he had to see them acting like they were together. And then his mind which decided that today, of all days, he needed to remember his previous reincarnation, and remember his old life and all of the pain he endured and-

“Shhhh,” a voice calmly hummed, and arms wrapped around him. Instinctively, he clung hugged back at the person, burying his face into the neck of the woman that carried him in this life. “It’s okay, Llewellyn.”

How was it okay? How was any of it okay? I have two different lives in my head. His mind, his Ogden teener, tried to simply say ‘Mom’. That’s what he was used to, that’s what was normal for him, it was safe. She was his mother, she would always be his mother here, even if he didn’t go the same route that he did last time. She was proud of him. She loved him even if he kicked her during psych 302, all the meltdowns she had to endure from him, the heart attacks with him once he started dating Jack and several events after.

But Llewellyn Watts didn’t feel comfortable with that, not with all this information jumbling in his head. He wasn’t going to call Detective Murdoch’s wife ‘Mom’ even if in this world, she was. She had a child, a girl named Susannah and William’s son Harry that he had with Anna. Llewellyn Watts’ mother was dead, his father was dead. His sister hated his existence. Miss Marks, Danny and Huey. Jackson. Milo. It wasn’t the same, it was never the same. He didn’t have that anymore. He didn’t get to have that at all. They were all dead, they all died after meeting him.

“Doctor Ogden,” he muttered, “I don’t think it is.”

#whumpay2022 #murdoch mysteries #llewellyn watts #julia ogden #castle au #which also is a reincarnation thing too #nightmares

[flannels-and-fannypacks]

Will They Won’t They | Part 4/4 [Reggie Peters]

Pairings: Reggie Peters x fem!Reader

Words: 6.0K

WARNINGS: swears, ANGST

A/N: oh my god it’s finally here. the last part. our baby. i literally can’t believe it i’m almost in tears. thank you so mcuh for being with us this past week and sharing the joy drea and i have had writing this for you guys. please i’m literally begging you guys to SEND IN MEMES you’ve made related to this series they make our day. anyways lots of love babes - mimi

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“(Y/N) excited for a school function that doesn’t require academics?” Rose questioned.

“Someone called the police there’s been a kidnapping!” Alex exclaimed.

“Oh so now you want the police involved,” you crossed your arms and rolled your eyes.

“How are you still not over that!” Luke exclaimed. “I took you in and fed you, and bought you clothes and loved you,” he said exaggeratedly and you just pushed away his pouting face from yours.

“And how am I not allowed to want to go to a school dance? I like having fun every once in a while. The last time I checked that wasn’t a crime,”

“Yeah it’s not a crime if you’re anyone but (Y/N) (L/N),” Bobby nudged you and you sighed loudly. “Hey where’s Reggie by the way? I thought he was going to come,”

“I think he is,” Alex nodded. “He said something about maybe having to walk, his parents are busy,”

You bit the inside of your cheek hoping the Peters could hold off fighting for one night, Reggie deserved a break. They might not have realized it, but he secretly blamed himself for it all even though it could be nothing further from the fact. You knew that well enough.

“Hey I’m here,” Reggie said, jogging up to the group that was waiting for him so they could head inside the school. “Sorry I’m late,” he apologized. “I got a little distracted when leaving.” You could tell he was lying but didn’t speak up about it.

Luke shook his head, patting Reggie’s back with the hand that wasn’t holding his guitar case. “It’s all good,” he said with a grin. “What matters is that we’re all here, and ready to rock these nerds!”

Rose made a sour face. “We’re still here,” she pointed out, gesturing to the two of you.

“Right,” Bobby nodded, elbowing Luke in the ribs. “Let’s rock these nerds except for our fashionista Rose and (N/N)!”

You beamed. “Thank you!”

“The ultra nerd!”

“Fuck you!” you shot back.

Reggie pulled you into a side hug. “Leave Cookie alone,” he told them. “The only one who gets to tease her is me.”

You rolled your eyes as Luke grabbed you by your wrist. “Hands off my daughter,” he warned. “And for the record, no one teases my child? Say one word and I’ll fight you myself.”

“If someone pulls me like a rag doll one more time it’ll be your sorry asses that get beat,” you threatened.

Luke beamed at you, pinching your cheek. “Oh, she learned how to threaten people!” he gushed. “Like mother, like daughter.”

You pushed them all towards the stage. “Alright, you dorks,” you grumbled. “Get on stage. Make me a happy bunny, or whatever.”

The boys saluted before marching off. “Got it, Lady Bunny!” they cheered as they made it backstage.

You glanced over at Rose who had her arms crossed on her chest as she shook her head. “Those boys,” she sighed. “I can never understand how we put up with them.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you took Rose’s hand in yours. “You gotta admit, they’re growing on us,” you joked. “Now come on, let’s get to the dance floor!”

You and Rose watched as the boys finally got on stage, their instruments ready in their hands. Luke took the microphone and smiled widely at the crowd.

“What’s up, Los Feliz High?” he said into the microphone. A roar of cheers followed, making Luke laugh. “We’re Sunset Curve, and this is one of our original songs. It’s called Now or Never.”

The entire school adored Sunset Curve and their music. By the time they were finished, they were cheering for more. It made you happy to know that those boys were bound to go far with their music.

You and Rose met the boys backstage where they were putting away their things and getting ready to come and join you out and dance.

“Guys that was amazing!” you exclaimed with a grin. “You all played so well,”

“I’m so proud of my little renters,” Rose joked and the guys all laughed, tossing their things aside before dragging you and Rose to the dance floor.

Now that the DJ had taken over, the guys were able to finally dance with you guys. In a circle, the group and you sang along to the music, occasionally jumping up and down and screaming the lyrics.

In the corner of your eye, you saw Rose continuously glancing back at a boy in the back of the gym. Following her gaze, you lit up at who you saw. You pulled Rose down to your level, whispering in her ear,

“Ray Molina, an absolute sweetheart and my coworker at the cafe. Loves photography and apparently you. Now go!”

Rose blushed, shaking her head repeatedly. “No, I can't,” she stammered.

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed her shoulders and pushed her towards your friend. “Ray!” you greeted excitedly. “This is Rose! She loves espressos and photography.”

The shy boy put his hand out for Rose to shake. “Hi,” he whispered nervously. “I like your jacket. The flower is...gorgeous. What is it?”

Rose grinned. “A dahlia,” she replied, finally going back to her normal, extroverted self.

You sent Ray a big thumbs up from behind along with an exaggerated wink before heading back to the boys.

You saw Alex awkwardly shuffling his feet while Luke, Reggie, and Bobby were dancing and making complete fools of themselves, but that was kind of the point wasn’t it.

So you made your way to him, grabbing his hands and pulling him more into the dance floor with you.

“Come on Alex you gotta let loose!” you insisted while attempting to twirl him around.

“Um who are you and what did you do with the real (Y/N)?” he joked and you rolled your eyes.

“Already been over this Mercer! Seriously though, I know you get anxious and nervous, I do too and you know what helps me?” you whispered. “Singing,”

“Actually?”

“Yeah! It calms me down,” you admitted. “So come on, you know the song! Belt it with me!”

Alex scrunched his nose and you frowned and started to sing, proving to him just how much it could help.

Slowly he got more comfortable until it felt like it was just the two of you dancing around like friends did and singing Whitney Huston’s greatest hit.

“Oh, I wanna dance with somebody! I wanna feel the heat with somebody! Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody! With somebody who loves me!”

Alex, finally out of his shell, danced along energetically to the music with your hands intertwined. Occasionally he would pull you close and spin you like no one was around. You had to admit, the boy had a talent for dancing. He would definitely make Mrs. Leona proud.

Reggie watched you and Alex dance and fool around, laughing with your heads tilted back. Reggie couldn’t help but smile as you belted the lyrics with Alex joining in. He was shocked, to say the least, to see Alex so carefree. You really did bring out the best in people. He would know, you brought out the best in him.

Reggie barely noticed Bobby walk over to him, his eyes following Reggie’s to the dancing friends. The boy smirked, shaking his head. “You got it bad, don’t you?”

Reggie couldn’t help but nod. “Yeah, I do,” was all he could say.

“You gonna do anything about it?” Luke joined in and Reggie shrugged.

“I don’t know. Sometimes I wonder if maybe if I say something or do something, that look she has, how happy she is, it’s gonna change and I don’t want that to happen,” he admitted.

“I know it’s a weird thing to ask, but what do you like most about her?” Bobby asked.

Reggie had a stupid smile on his face, shaking his head and covering his mouth with his hand,

“Everything,” he shrugged his shoulders. “Absolutely everything,”

You and Alex had since then finished dancing to the song and ran up to the other three boys who were chatting. You were out of breath with a huge grin on your face when you looked at Reggie who couldn’t stop thinking about how adorable you looked with your flushed cheeks.

“Everything alright Flicka?” you asked.

“Everything’s perfect, Cookie,” he nodded.

And perfect it was.

—

You sighed as Rose brushed through your hair for probably the millionth time that hour.

“Can you guys at least explain what you’re doing to me?” you whined. “I feel like I’ve been sitting here for ages and have like...a hundred layers of makeup on my face.”

Alex glanced up from the random magazine he found on Rose’s bedroom floor. “Nope,” he responded, sprawled lazily on Rose’s bed. “You’re going to find out soon enough.”

You grumbled to yourself. “If you make me look like a clown, Rose-”

Rose laughed, taking a lipstick tube and swiping it against your bottom lip. “You’re fine,” she reassured you. “Besides, this is my work we’re talking about. I have skills, and I’m going to flaunt them.” You giggled, finally relaxing as the girl continued to fix your hair and makeup.

Nearly another hour passed when Alex glanced at the clock. “Shoot, we have to be at the arcade in twenty minutes.”

You rolled your eyes. “And with your grandpa driving, we’re not going to get there until the next decade.”

Alex rolled off the bed, waving his keys in front of your face. “Who’s the one with the driver’s license again?” he asked.

You stuck your tongue out at him. “Fuck you, my driver’s instructor totally had it out for me. And you don’t even have a real van, it's a minivan.”

Alex flipped you off. “Haha, now let’s get going.”

“One second,” Rose said. The girl reached into your jewelry box, pulling out your horseshoe necklace. Before you could protest, she clasped it around your neck. With an approving smile, Rose pulled you up to your feet. “Come on, Cinderella,” she teased. “You’re ready for the ball.”

“Let’s stop by the studio first,” you said, straightening out your white shirt. “I left my bag in there.”

You and Rose made your way to the studio, parting so that you can grab your bag that was sitting on the coffee table. Rose followed close behind, picking up the lone red flannel on the couch. Walking behind you, Rose quickly tied the flannel around your waist.

“Rose, what’s this for?” you asked, eyeing the flannel.

She waved your question off casually. “It completes the look,” she explained. “Now, let’s get to the van before Alex leaves us!”

You hopped in the van with Rose as Alex drove off to the arcade, much faster than necessary to prove he wasn’t a slow driver, not that you thought this was how he was going to retaliate that comment.

By the time you reached there Luke, Bobby, and Reggie were all waiting by the claw machine.

“What took you guys so long?” Bobby asked and you pointed at both Alex and Rose in blame.

“Wow, I think I just saw the bus that you decided to throw us under,” Rose shook her head, turning it just the right direction to see a certain amateur photographer sitting at one of the tables with a few friends. Immediately, her face turned into a million shades of red.

“Oh is that Ray?” Luke asked, quickly joining in on the conversation.

“Um, can we maybe address that later?” Reggie asked. “Cause I’m pretty sure that’s my flannel,” he pointed to the fabric tied around your waist.

“Oh my God is it? Is it? I knew it looked familiar,” you said while trying to untie it from your waist but Reggie put a hand on yours, stopping you from doing so.

“It’s fine Cookie,” he shrugged. “Keep it, I have a few. It looks good on you,”

You blushed and nodded, tightening the flannel again around your waist.

“Okay, so what’s the first thing you guys normally do?” you asked, knowing them they probably did some sort of voodoo ritual before playing games, they were weird like that. “Oh and Rose you should call Ray over to join us cause if you don’t I will,” you said in a sing-song voice. Rose’s face turned red as she repeatedly shook her head.

Luke called out to the group to get everyone’s attention. “Game plan, kids,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “Of course there’s a game plan,” you groaned.

The guitarist shot you a look before continuing. “Anyway,” he said. “First we start with the basketball shooting game, then we work down the aisle, all the way down to the claw machines. Don’t spend any longer than five minutes on each claw machine game. We all know those games are bullshit. If you have any coins left, use them on the game you’re best at.”

You made a sour face. “Yet you guys call me the nerd of the group,” you scoffed, crossing your arms on your chest.

“Hey, don’t disrespect the arcade kings,” Bobby shot back. “We practically own this arcade.”

“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“(Y/N) why don’t you come with me and play some basketball,” Alex suggested.

“You’re just saying that cause you know my hand-eye coordination sucks and you wanna see me fail,” you said sticking your tongue out at him.

“Yeah and I’m not even gonna deny it, come on,” Alex said, dragging you over to where the game was and placing some tokens in the machine.

“Alex,” you whined. “I don’t wanna,”

He shot you a grin in your direction. “Let’s play, and the loser has to pay for pizza later?”

You narrowed your eyes in determination. “You’re on, Mercer.”

Time continued to fly by faster than you preferred. You and Alex had played every game nearly three times now and you were running low on coins and energy. Losing count on your wins, the two of you decided to call it a tie.

“Let’s go sit by the skeeball machines,” you suggested.

Slightly out of breath from running down the aisles to race you, Alex nodded gratefully. Hand in hand, you guided Alex through the waves of teens and children to finally find the benches in the quietest — well as quiet as an arcade can get — part of the building.

You glanced over at Alex, his cheeks flushed from playing. “You want me to go get you some water?” you asked, slightly concerned.

“If it’s not too much trouble,” he said, smiling slightly.

Standing up, you made your way to the vending machines, only to be stopped by the sound of a high pitched giggle. Hiding behind one of the game machines, you peeked to see Reggie and some blonde girl talk to each other. They were standing far too close for your liking as the girl pulled Reggie down to her level, whispering something in his ear that made him laugh.

Your face was burning. Something about the two of them together didn’t sit well with you. After a second of thinking, you decided you were upset because Reggie left you guys to go hang out with some girl. You were upset about the band not spending time together. Definitely not because Reggie was talking to another girl...smiling at her the way he does with you, and holding her waist like he did with you during your dance detention, and absolutely not because he’s joking around with her like he used to with you.

Ripping your eyes away from them, you stormed back to Alex, chucking the water bottle at him. The poor boy barely caught it, raising an eyebrow in confusion at you.

“(N/N), you okay?” he asked, setting his water bottle down to place his hand on your knee.

You nodded rigidly. “Of course I am,” you briskly answered.

“Sorry (N/N), I know fine and this clearly isn’t it,” Alex countered, still not understanding what was going on until he stood up to take a quick stretch, seeing Reggie tucked away by one of the arcade games with another girl. “Oh, I see,”

“What do you mean you see?” you asked. “There’s nothing to see,”

“Um I’d beg to differ,” Alex countered yet again. “(Y/N) if you’re upset you should just go talk to him, I’m sure Reggie will be reasonable.”

“Yeah right, reasonable is Reggie’s middle name,” you said sarcastically.

“(Y/N),” Alex said pleaded, “I swear to sweet little baby Jesus just go to him, please, put me out of my misery,”

“I guess you’re going to have to suffer,” you said stubbornly, making Alex roll his eyes and groan.

Luke and Bobby ran up to you guys. “We think it’s time we head back to the studio,” Luke told you two. “It’s nearly dark, and you know how much Alex hates driving at night.”

Alex shuddered. “Fine, let’s go,” he said before turning to you. “Don’t think we’re done with this conversation.”

The entire group filed into the car, Rose giving Ray a kiss on the cheek before joining you. Rose began to tell you about her little date, not skipping any detail. For the time you were together, you started to forget why you were mad.

But then Reggie entered the van. “Hey guys!” he greeted energetically, finding his spot in the back. You remained silent while everyone else said their “hellos.”

“How was everyone’s time at the arcade?” he continued to talk. Reggie glanced over at you. “Did you win against Alex? I know he’s terrible at playing games, but so are you so it’s an equal playing field.”

Normally, you would have laughed. But this time, you didn’t even look him in the eye. “It was fine,” you said stiffly.

Reggie snorted. “Just fine, come on, Cookie, I-”

“Why don’t you tell us about that girl you were talking to the entire time, then?” you cut him off, staring out the window to stop yourself from crying.

“What girl?” Rose asked, whipping her head around and narrowing her eyes.

“No one” he answered quickly.

You scoffed, crossing your arms on your chest. “So it’s okay for you to lie, but not me?” you muttered.

Reggie raised an eyebrow at your weird behaviour, but remained silent for the rest of the ride. If there was something wrong, he’d talk to you properly, and in private.

The moment Alex parked in the driveway, you quickly unbuckled your seatbelt and left the van with Rose glued to your side.

“What happened?” Rose asked in a hushed voice.

“Nothing!” you said frustratedly. “You and Alex keep on making things out of nothing. I’m telling you, there’s nothing wrong.”

As the night continued, you were still bitter towards Reggie, occasionally throwing out a sarcastic remark towards him. The group, to say the least, was very confused as to how your friendship with Reggie somehow shattered in just five hours.

“Let’s watch another movie,” Rose proposed after the first movie ended. Everyone else nodded, as Reggie piped up,

“Can we watch Star Wars?” he asked. “I’m really in the mood to-”

You groaned. “Will you just shut up,”

Reggie looked over at you stunned and just before Luke was going to say something Reggie grabbed your arm and looked at you with a serious face,

“Can I talk to you? Alone,” he said cooly.

You were about to respond with a sarcastic retort, but he stopped you by pulling you up and dragging you out of the studio into the brick open-spaced area around the rock garden.

“What the hell (Y/N),” he deadpanned.

“What do you mean what the hell?” you asked innocently and Reggie scoffed, letting go of your arm and looking away.

“Enough of the fucking bullshit (Y/N)!”

“What bullshit Reggie please enlighten me because I wasn’t the one ditching the gang to spend time with some random blonde,”

“You have no right!” Reggie angrily exclaimed, pointing roughly at you. His eyes were dark with anger, unlike anything you’ve seen before. “You have no right to say- t-to act like a child after what happened?”

You rolled your eyes. “What are you talking about?” you demanded.

Reggie laughed to himself, frustratedly running his fingers through his hair before looking back at you. “I don’t fucking understand you,” he hissed. “You’re so frustrating and unpredictable. First, you joke around with me, blush when I tell jokes or better yet flirt, but the moment I step out of line even an inch, you turn around and hate me again! I don’t get it, what the fuck do you want from me?”

“I want you!” you cried out. “Dammit, Reggie. I want you, but sometimes you’re so far up your ass you can’t even tell!”

“Me?” he yelled back. “I gave you so many chances. You wanted time? I gave you plenty of it! I have you so many opportunities that you ignored so don’t you fucking dare pin this on me.” Reggie didn’t bother letting you try and defend yourself. “You said it yourself, you wondered when people will leave you, and that you’ll be left alone again. Here’s the reality, (Y/N). People don’t leave you, you push them away. You put the blame on everyone but yourself, so all you’re left with are your own broken pieces. Face it, you’ve never changed.”

You staggered back, feeling as though you were caught under a wave of emotions. He was right. Every single word he said...was right. And damn, it hurt so much to realize it.

Reggie looked up from his shoes. “I want that necklace back,” he said in a low voice. “I don’t want to see you with it, or any piece of me, ever again. You hear me? I’m done. I’m done with your mind games. I’m tired of waiting for you. I’m done with you.”

There it was. The moment you were waiting for, the reason for Reggie to step out of your life again. Or, in reality, the reason that made Reggie realize you weren’t worth it anymore.

You quickly unclasped the necklace, throwing it on the ground along with his flannel.

Before leaving, you looked at him one more time. “It was always me, wasn’t it?” you whispered in a broken voice. “I was always the reason. The problem. The second choice. Right?” Reggie refused to look you in the eye. You wiped away your tears, a sad attempt to, really. More tears just took their place.

“I tried, Reggie,” you told him in a quiet voice. “I really did. B-but if I’m the only thing that’s holding you back, then let me go.”

Reggie remained silent. Taking it as your cue to leave, you ran down the street, not bothering to say goodbye to your friends.

And just like that, you were alone again. Just like you predicted.

—

As if your week couldn’t get any worse, the universe didn’t fail you. You had detention with him. And even better, you were forced to sit in silence with him.

Seriously you thought to yourself Did he actually fall asleep while supervising detention.

Mr. Alderman, the gym teacher, was fast asleep, snoring at his desk.

You hadn’t spoken since your fight a few nights ago, the emotions still fresh under your skin, burning your eyes and throat, just making you wish for it to end.

Reggie muttered something under his breath and for the first time in a few days you took a good look at him.

His eyes were sunken and he seemed angry. It radiated off him like light bouncing off a mirror.

“Have something to say, Peters,” you whispered quietly.

“Yeah, I’m leaving,” he nodded, standing up and grabbing his bag.

“You can’t leave,” you said flatly.

“Watch me,” he turned his back and you followed him out of the class and into the hallway.

“Reggie stop,”

“No (Y/N)! I’m not stopping anymore! I’m not waiting anymore!”

“I’m not asking you to do that Reggie! It’s me, I’m leaving okay?!” you exclaimed.

“W-What?” his voice grew quiet.

“I’m transferring out at the end of the week,” you look at him with stone-cold eyes. “Not that you would care.”

“(Y/N), you...Wait you can’t-!”

“Stop telling me what I can and can't do Reggie! I hate that my fucking feelings are controlled by you! I hate that my entire life will be spent trying to find someone to live up to you! I just want some fucking peace and quiet for once in my life!” you sobbed, unable to bottle things up anymore. “I work and I work and I work and I get nothing! I try and I try and I try and I still get nothing! And maybe that’s because I can’t be in control when I’m around you so yes I’m leaving!”

Reggie didn’t say anything, he just stared at you blankly, the only sound in the empty hallways was that of your soft cries.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you choked out, turning around and running out through the back of the school and into the pouring rain, not even bothering to hide for cover under the pavilion; falling to your knees and wrapping your arms around your waist as the most devastating sounds ripped from your heart and soul.

You cried until you couldn’t cry anymore. Scream until your throat was raw. Pulled at your hair and kicked yourself, ashamed and frustrated, until the pain was too much. But even then, it could never match the pain you were feeling in your heart.

It felt good, felt right to feel this way. Ever since middle school, you had been told you were a robot, an emotionless nothing.

Look at you now. Crying like everything had up and left in your life because it did. You were alone, left behind to pick up your broken pieces. Just like Reggie said.

You hated how Reggie was right about everything. You had no right to be mad because it was true. You pushed everyone away, placed the blame on them so that you didn’t have to get hurt. Is this how he felt? Did you ever make him feel this way?

The cold air angrily nipped at your fingertips, your eyes red from the weather and your tears. Turning your head, you looked at the school door, internally hoping that maybe it would swing open. Maybe Reggie would come out of the building and take you in his arms and tell you that everything will be alright.

The door never opened. Reggie never came. You were left alone with your thoughts in the pavilion.

And the rain continued to pour on and on.

—

Reggie was distracted the entire practice. His fingers would roughly strum against his strings as he stared off into the distance, a faraway look on his face.

Luke, having noticed Reggie’s odd behaviour, stopped playing.

“Hey, Reg you wanna cool it on those strings?” Luke asked.

“Or does he need to mention how much money we have combined,” Bobby added.

“It’s negative seven hundred forty-five dollars and thirty-two cents.” Luke deadpanned and Alex rolled his eyes.

“Are you mad at Alex again?” Bobby asked and for a moment the blond drummer looked frightened.

“No, it’s not that,” Reggie shook his head.

“It’s (Y/N), isn’t it,” Rose said softly, looking at the bassist with sympathetic eyes. Just as Reggie was about to ask how she knew, Rose answered the question. “You keep looking at the spot on the couch where she used to sit during practices,”

Reggie chewed hard on the inside of his cheek while Luke came closer to him, laying a hand on his shoulder.

“You don’t need to bottle it up,” Luke whispered. “We’re here for you. You know that.”

“I messed up,” the tone of his voice was wavering as he tried to make sure it didn’t crack. “I messed up so fucking bad. The only thing I’m good at is pushing the good things in my life away until I fuck it up entirely. I’m a time bomb. It’s only going to get worse the longer people are around me,”

Reggie carefully slid his bass’ strap off his shoulder and placed his instrument against the couch where you would normally sit.

“No you’re not,” Alex told him, quickly coming to join Luke next to his friend. Bobby and Rose followed soon after and before long Reggie’s head was tucked in Luke’s shoulder as tears finally streamed from his eyes and his friends surrounded him like a shield from the cruel world.

“Aren’t I?” Reggie croaked. “I can't even talk to you guys without exploding or storming off, a-and (Y/N), she’ll never forgive me for all the things I’ve said and done… I don’t deserve any of your guys,”

“Reggie cariño, everyone deserves a family,” Rose said in a soothing voice. “And we’re each other’s family. Family sticks together no matter what, even if you don’t think they should.”

“And what about (Y/N)?” he whispered. “How could I possibly erase all that?”

“You don’t,” Luke spoke up. “You use it, use it to apologize. Use it,” he repeated, placing his songwriting pen in Reggie’s hand.

Reggie bit his lips and took the pen from Luke, seeing his tattered red book resting on the couch.

He was sure it wasn’t the first time he wrote something for you and it definitely wouldn’t be the last, but it just might have been the first one you’d hear, so it had to be perfect.

And somehow, just like you’d always managed to do, the only thing on Reggie Peters's mind was his Cookie.

—

“Rose I already said I don’t want to come here,” you sighed as your friend dragged you through the crowd of people waiting to get into the show.

“(Y/N) come on, these are your friends! They want you to be here,” she tried to convince you, but you were still skeptical, and it didn’t help that you didn’t know if you wanted to see Reggie or not right now.

Rose gave you another tug, but you dug your heels into the ground. The girl sighed, giving you a look. “It’s your last day as a Los Feliz high student,” she told you softly. You stiffened at her words, looking down at the floor. “At least spend it with us. Then, I’ll leave you be. I promise. You don’t have to see another gig -better yet, another bass- ever again. Will you do at least that for me?”

You finally glanced up from the ground. “For you,” you answered begrudgingly.

“What’s up Los Feliz High,” Luke said into the mic and was met with cheers.

“We’re Sunset Curve,” Reggie added. “And this is a little something we wrote called I Remember,”

There was a soft opening with Reggie’s bass and Alex on drums, slowly layering in the guitar riff intro before Reggie came close to his mic,

“I remember those nights, stayin’ up late, listenin’ to the radio.

I remember the days, callin’ your name, running to your patio,”

Rose glanced over at you, grinning as you tried to listen to the lyrics, finding a sense of familiarity in the words. Luke and Bobby now joined as backing vocals taking a lower and higher harmony.

“And as the years went by slowly you - left my life and I can’t, I can’t, I can’t figure out why, why?”

Alex led to the chorus with a drum fill before the hard rock beat came in, Reggie, Luke, and Bobby really getting into playing to the beat and rhythm, before all coming in again singing the chorus.

“So tell me, tell me when it all fell apart. Tell me, tell me can we go back to the start.”

The music backing instruments quieted slowly as Reggie leaned into his mic, looking directly at you. Your breath hitched at you finally made eye contact with him. You hadn’t bothered to look at him in so long, you wanted to burn the feeling into your memory so you never forget. His eyes glistened with tears as he began to sing,

“Tell me, tell me what happened to us Cookie,”

You looked over at Rose who only smiled knowingly as you tried to hide the fact that you were most definitely losing your composure, your heart beating faster and your vision becoming blurry.

“I remember I hurt you, a stain on my heart that’ll never go away. I remember I kissed you, my heart said to stay but my feet ran away.”

They transitioned back to the chorus and you couldn’t help but try to push back the lump in your throat as you looked up at your Flicka, singing for you. Reggie took the mic and walked over to you. His hand was stretched out to you, face lighting up in hope. Pushing down all your doubts, you took his hand in yours, squeezing it tight.

“And I promise, I promise, I promise I’ll never go away. And I promise I promise, I promise I’ll be there every day. Just tell me, just tell me, just tell me you’ll look the other way. Cause if I lost you one more time I don’t think that I’d survive,”

Tears streamed down your face as you listened to the lyrics, each word slowly chipping down the walls you put up around your heart. Reggie leaned in close, removing his hand from yours and placing it on the side of your face, wiping away your stray tears.

“So tell me, tell me when it all fell apart. Tell me, tell me can we go back to the start.”

The music slowed and quieted one last time, Reggie’s eyes interlocked with yours as he sang the last line,

“Tell me, tell me, will you be mine Cookie?”

Silence followed as everyone turned to you, waiting for your answer. You glanced over at Rose, who was just as impatient.

Locking eyes with Reggie, you nodded. “As long as you’ll be mine, Flicka,” you whispered so that only he could hear.

Not waiting any longer, Reggie dropped his microphone, hopping down from the stage and taking both sides of your face and pulling you into a long-awaited kiss. The crowd cheered, but your mind blocked them out.

You missed Reggie’s lips that tasted faintly of that cherry chapstick he always used. You missed feeling his hands against yours, warm and comforting.

You missed your Reggie. But now he was here, and he was never letting you go.

—

“Lady Bunny!” Luke cheered, running up to you backstage and pulling you into the tightest squeeze. “I missed you so much,” he whispered and you held him close against you.

“I missed you too, mom,” you sniffled while Luke pressed a friendly kiss to your hair before you were promptly tossed around the group, hugs and all exchanged along with the chatter of

“You’re gonna stay, right? You can’t transfer now,”

All to which the answer was yes, especially when you looked over at Reggie, the brightest smile on his face.

“Hey guys can I have a minute alone with Cookie?” he asked and they all complied, moving out of the way of the new couple.

“Have something for me Flicka?” you asked, slight teasing in your voice.

“Actually, yeah,” he nodded, fishing out a necklace from his pocket. “I shouldn’t have taken it from you. Or told you that you were the problem. You never were, I promise.”

“Water under the bridge,” you smiled shyly. “What matters is that you’re here now.” You turned around, allowing him to clip the silver chain around your neck, not without sneaking a quick peck to the corner of your lips after turning you back around.

“Perfect,” he told you, his lips quirking up into a smile. “You’re perfect.”

“And you’re overly cheesy,” you shot back jokingly.

Reggie grasped his chest in feigned hurt. “You love me, Cookie,” he pouted.

You went on the tips of your toes, kissing him softly. “Yeah, Flicka,” you whispered. “I do.”

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Sparkshortstravaganza! (Commissioned by WeirdKev27)

Well this was a needed kick in the pants. When I first heard of the Sparkshorts program I was excited. As a kid I loved PIxar, as an adult I love pixar and as an old man dealing with the loss of his partner floating away in my balloon house, i’ll still love pixar. So the idea of a program focused on giving new fresh talent the room to do whatever they wanted and make content that would be on Disney Plus, a platform BADLY bereft of original animation? It was a dream come true and the first one I saw Kitbull is easily a masterpiece and something that I can vividly recall every part of to this day, which for my terrible short term memory recalling EVERYTHING is a rare feat few works have achived.  But given I have a REALLY bad habit of letting things I want to watch sit there if I don’t jump on them immediately.. I let it sit there and didn’t touch any of the shorts and mostly forgot about the program until now. Until Kev, my patron and the only person paying for reviews at the moment, though others are more than welcome wink wonk, just decided what the heck and to test out comissioning shorts picked these ones because why not. And given I had been dragging my feet and reading the descriptions found creative and suprisingly heavy premises... I was fully on board And better late than never because along with Soul this program has EASILY restored my faith in the company after Onward really disapointed. Granted they’ve done worse, while there are pixar films I haven’t seen I need to like Coco or Cars 3, I’ve vowed NEVER to watch Cars 2 unless I have to and that vow has served me well so far. The shorts here are as a whole beautifully animated, have a ton of wonderful concepts and even the two weaker ones are still gorgeous to look at and a decent watch regardless and both come from a very well meaning place with a very well meant message. So yeah i’m thankful for this comission and to show you why let’s go through every Sparkshorts so far and see why their so awesome.. after some background of course. 

Sparkshorts, for the uniniated, is a program by pixar where animators are given six months and a limited budget to create a film based on personal experince. The program was designed to test out new ways of animating, directing and creating and to find a creative “spark” in it’s employees. Thus each film feels unique, has it’s own style.. and is utterly charming. I’ll be looking at them chronologically as while this wasn’t my watch order, I feel it’s a bit neater that way. I’ve already taken long enough to get to watching these, let’s open these films up and see what makes them tick shall we?

Purl: An Adorable Yarn Ball Vs Toxic Masculinity  Purl.. was better the more I thought about it. The first short released, it DOES have a good message and killer animation. The film takes place at B.R.O., a dude broey brockerage firm that’s painfully relasitic both in how broey it is and in how it looks. That’s to contrast our heroine: Purl, an adorable ball of yarn who just wants to be accepted but is instead ignored by the rest of the company till she changes herself up, donning a suit like her co workers she badly wants to fit in with and adopting their wolf of wallstreet esque douchebaggery. She finally gets accepted.. but ends up shedding her new self to help another Yarn Ball starting up.  Director Kristen Lester drew from personal experince, starting work at animation in a mostly male dominated workplace and thus having to adapt and only letting the femine side she’d repressed out when she moved to working at pixar, which had more female employees. The film DOES have a good message about toxic workplaces and toxic masulinty and learning the personal story did raise it a few notches as it made it clear to me that what SEEMED like an over exageration.. was probably just a light exageration given the kind of bro antics we’ve heard about at companies like Ubisoft. So while I didn’t like the film much at first honestly.. it’s over the top because it NEEDS to be because even though it’s 2021.. some idiots STILL don’t get it and kids are better off learning it now so it’ll hopefully stick when their entering the workforce. So we’ll get more people like perl willing to make a change and stick up for those like her and less dude bros. Still a decent and clever short with Perl’s bro form looking really neat and the animation on her in general is really fucking gorgeous. All in all not the best of these but still pretty good and while a bit thick on the message.. it kinda has to be. 

Smash And Grab: A Jaunty Ride to Freedom

This was a really fun one. Directed by Brian Larson and inspried by his need for a break from routine this follows two robots, the titular smash and grab who are designed to well.. smash and grab coal-like energy things for a train and have for years and years. The two long to high five, but can’t because their hooked to tubes so they can’t escape. But one day Smash looks out the window and not only sees fellow robots living a better life.. but a way to power him and his buddy/love intrest? I mean bromance or romance, either way it works. Point is our heroes escape, and have to fight security.  It’s just a really damn fun and creative movie. While robots wanting a better life isn’t new, the crisp art deco animation, breakneck pace, fun gags and heartwearming relationship between the two bots is just charming as hell. It’s just a fun ride the whole way through with a lot of heart and creativity with the two’s way they throw coal to one another used to take out the guards, and all together just some really good set pieces. Easily one of my faviorites here and that’s a high water mark to pass. 

Kitbull: Tiny Orphan Kitty + Big Abused Doggo = Best Friends

As I said this is the only one of these I saw before today and as I said it’s stuck with me. I love dogs. I have one of my own named Yoshi whose just a sweet boy. So i’ve always loved ALL DOGS.. and was thus horrified years ago when I learned about the stigma Bulldogs get. Seen as “agressive’ and “Mean’ and victious.. when really a lot of them, including my grandpa’s own pitbull when I was little, are just loveable as any other dogs. And having also known a former fighting dog my friend owned, if a much smaller min pin rather than a pitbull, who by the time I met him had become the sweetest dog you’d ever meet.. yeah.. don’t mistreat a dog just because some assholes force it to fight to the death because their sick, horrible, ghastly human beings.. if they can even be CALLED human beings after doing that to these poor animals.  My point is it’s nice to have a short about such a needed subject. Director Rosana Sullivan actually had the idea for the short for years and intended to do it as a side project, but when the program cropped up she moved it to pixar and the result is one of the most popular and easily one of the best of an already bright bunch, brought on by her love of animals and working in a shelter. It’s also one of Pixar’s first 2d animated projects and proves their just as good at that as cgi.  It’s the touching story of a kitty whose alone in the world and initally mistrustful and hissy at a big dog she finds and is naturally scared of.. until she grows to bond with the dog, realizing much like a LOT of fucking people need to that pitbulls.. are just dogs and often victims of circumstance and the poor, sweet pooch who just wants his owner to love him.. is instead thrown into a fighting pit, nearly killed and forced to make a daring escape with their new forever friends help. It’s through this wonderful, heartrending friendship that the dog finds freedom and the cat.. finds them both a home, no longer running from people but instead making sure they both get a person. It’s often brutal at times, with the scene of the dog being forced to fight being one of the most striking: while we thankfully don’t see the action, we HEAR IT, as does the poor kitty, and we see the aftermath: a friendly harmless dog thrown out into the cold just because it dosen’t WANT to fight. It’s just really heartrending stuff that makes the happy ending all the better. It’s also gorgeiously animated which I mentioned but i’ll say it again; the animation here is GOREGOUS, unqiue and stunning. Go watch this if you haven’t. 

Float: This is Why Krakoa Exists

This.. has easily been the hardest to review of the bunch. While ALL of these stories are very personal, very inclusive and very intresting, this one.. is a bit rougher than most of them and hits REALLY close to home. See this one was built out of director Bobby Rubio’s experinces raising his son who has autisim. 

It’s about a dad who discovers his infant son can float... and thus gets stares of fear or judgment from eveyrone around him slowly getting broken down by this. So he makes a HORRIBLE judgment call and rather than just accept some people are assholes, weighs his son’s backpack down with stones despite him hating it then drags him away when he ends up floating off, before screaming at the poor kid WHY CAN’T YOU BE DIFFRENT.. He DOES instantly regret this and the ending is genuinely touching as the father finally accepts his son is different and throws him into the air while on a swing, letting his son soar as he always should’ve. It is a beautifully animated and well meant film and the filipino representation is truly great: Rubio originally was going to have the characters as white but his fellow animators convinced him to go for represntation and be true to himself and honestly in a time when disney itself has had to be fought to get queer representation most of the time, it’s nice that pixar at least is a part of it that throughly encourages representation and will gladly put diversity and representation over any bullshit “risk factors”.  That being said.. while this was a decent short with a very well intentioned message and it clearly connected with a lot of people.. it wasn’t for me and I say this as someone who has autisim. As someone who has worn down people’s patince and been starred at by a freak for something I was way too young to properly deal with.  I’ve been in this Kid’s shoes. 

And that’s the problem: The metaphor dosen’t really work for me. While auitism CAN have some benifits and I wouldn’t be any other way i’d be lying if I said it was easy having trouble commuincating, constnatly misreading people, constnatly worrying if someone’s going to like you, and hyperfocusing on a problem instead of being able to set it and forget it for a bit to my own detriment. There’s other problems and not ALL of my issues come from anxiety disorder: I also have anxiety and depression. They just bleed badly INTO said autisim sometimes, as it’s hard to effectively combat anxiety sometimes when your mind won’t let you. 

What i’m saying is... there aren’t any FAULTS in his powers. See i’m a fan of x-men, so I can only see this boy as a mutant, and yes I know they usually manfifest at puberty but there have been exceptions so don’t at me.. and one of them who has no real downsides other than the unfair stigma of being a mutant. He’s more like storm, who can control the elements and whose power only enhances her life nad lesss like say Rogue, who looks normal.. but can’t touch anyone without knocking them out at best or horribly abosrbing them into her head at worst. There’s no downside other than the fact people judge him and his dad is a dick about it.  And the dad part is hard because I get what Rubio is going for: parents make mistakes, parents mess up and their only human even if they should embrace their kids anyway. That’s a good message and one I support.. I just think Rubio was way TOO hard on himself and thus made his stand in into an unlikeable asshole, one whose more concerned with how everyone ELSE thinks and does the horribly abusive action of basically tying his son’s wings down so he can’t fly. He mans well, it’s so his son dosen’t float off.. but instead of finding a way to help him and work with him on it.. he just stuffs rocks in his back and forces the kid to be miserable so other people can be happy. It just goes way too far in the other direction to work. As I said I think it’s the guy being too hard on himself, manifesting his worst moments with his kids and his biggest regrets and making himself into a very hard to like character because he has trouble forgviing himself for how he acted. So I want to say if you ever read this bobby while I wasn’t hte biggest fan of your film.. I do wholly support you and your son.. and the fact you made an entire FILM just to show your sturggle and show people there not alone was a beautiful act. You are not a bad person , we all make mistakes and we’re all just human. You are a good man Bobby Rubio. I may of not liked your metaphor... but your message is beautiful. 

Wind: Immigration by Way of Rocket Science

Thankfully moving on.. this one is tied with Kitbull for my faviorite. It has a truly intriguing premise, a great metaphor, stunning animation, and is just really moving, gripping and fun to watch. This one was by Edwin Chang, and as is usualy by now, it was built on personal experince.. but not his. It was built on the fact his father was an immigrant who had to leave his mother, Chang’s grandmother, behind to a better life. She rejoined them eventually but it left an impact on his father and thus serves as the core of this story. And honestly knowing that only STRENGTHENS an already impresssive sci fi short.  It’s the story of a boy, apparently named Ellis so i’ll use that, and his grandmother who live in a bizzare, hauntingly beautifuly stygian sinkhole that has floating rocks and debris. The two spend their day farming potatoes and grabbing whatever they can to hopefully make their way out. But it becomes clear to young Ellis after they find a plane his grandmother wants HIM to go alone and escape and is willing to sacrifice herself.. and ends up having to trick the boy into thinking sh’es going along in order to get him to do what he needs to surivive and thrive. It’s a truly gut wrenching story as even when she seems to have found a way for them both to leave.. it’s very clear she’s simply training him with all the welding tools and what not so he has skills to make it out there on his own in the unknown. So he can live without her.. but more importantly.. so he CAN LIVE. Away from the darkness, not having to scrape and to surivive and hopefully find something better out there. While the old parental figure sacrifciing thsmelves so the youngun can start hteir journey isn’t new.. it’s the unique, beautiful and haunting setting and the emotoin, conveyed only through the utterly beautiful animation that make this story feel fresh, along with it’s great metaphor. This short is just haunting, beauitful and really damn sad, and I only dont’ have all that much to say because it’s all in the visuals. The only thing I have left is like all of these really, watch it. But especailly this one. 

Loop: Enough Said

This is part of the reason I didn’t like Float all that much. Loop is just.. way better at conveying the experinces of having auitism. While Renee is a more severe case than me I can relate to what kicks off the film: Renee, usually paired with an adult at the camp she at, is forcibley paired with a chatty boy named Marcus. While Marcus is eager to go home and has no idea how to interact with the two the two genuinely bond, with Marcus slowly getting into Renee’s world. The key scene for this and the one that clinches the film is Renee waving her hands over the reeeds in the water, throughly enjoying it with marcus not getting it.. till he tries himself. Director Erica Milsom, whose worked with autistic children and picked this medium entriely because i’ts perfect for a non verbal character and is one that can tackle heavy issues like this in a way to help people understan, really wanted to counter most depections of severe autisim, paticuarlly sensory issues. While we see the good in them instead of JUST her freaking out or being overwhelemed: how her sounds and the things she feels truly relax her and how she really DOES enjoy nature and is perfectly at home there. It’s just a beautiful way to show this disablility is not ALL bad, as many works tend to focus soley on the drawbacks. While I had my issues with Float part of it was it had too much good.. but Loop is superior at this simply because it shows both with unflinching honesty: The beauty of something that calms and relaxes your brain or a touch or sensation that just FEEELS really good, things that while again i’m not on the same level as Renee.. I can still fully relate to.  But what puts it over float besides not having a messy metaphor is it DOES show the issues that come with it.. but does so WELL and with nuance. It shows how isolating autisim can be, especially for someone like Renee who can’t talk, how people are sometimes freaked out by you and don’t know how to interact with you and how adults can MEAN WELL, and the counsler setting them off was a good idea in the end... but can also be misguided and not fully know how to handle you without overwhelming you. It shows just how bad a panic attack can be, how you can just.. shut down and drive away. It was easily the sequence that hit the hartest and resonated the most as I’ve had those, and i’ve just shut down with no one able to reach me.. and it makes it all the more touching as Marcus eventually realizes how to handle things, and gives her space despite the setting son and the peril of being stranded.. because he realizes she needs it and offers to simply be there when she’s ready. It’s a touching, wonderful gesture, capped by him giving her a reed.. and the two heading home finally udnerstanding one another.This one is very close to wind in my heart and I think I found even more love for it writing this review and realizing just how much it hit me. And that ain’t bad. 

Out: Be Proud of Who You Are.. with the help of a gay cosmic space cat 

Speaking of hitting close to home and really resonating with me, we have Pixar’s first short with a gay main character, with his sexuality being the center of this. And as a bi person who had struggle accepting his sexuality let alone telling anyone, even when you know someoen will likely accept you.. this naturally hit hard. I took some time to realize I was bi, and when I did I was terrified of telling my mom, despite her being loving, supportive and just wonderful, same with my brother. Both fully accepted me as I figured and had no issue with it, esepcially sine my romantic history is nearly non existant anyways, but I related to our hero Greg’s fears of coming out to his parents despite them being utterly wonderful, well meaning people. It’s hard to come out, it’s hard to admit that about yourself, and it’s hard knowing you may not be accepted or things may change. I had an even harder time coming out to my dad, who I fully expected being a trump supporter and having said “if gay marriage is leagal I should be able to marry my cat”, to not support me and to loose him.. and was proud and suprised when nope, he was utterly supportive and happy for me.. if a bit awkward with the “be careful with sex” advice.. to someone whose had none and may never will due to being awkward as shit. But he meant well and the point is I really related to this, and it’s easily one of the best coming out stories of this kind, tied handily with Schitt’s Creek’s episode about Patrick coming out to his parents that dealt with the same theme.  And naturally given the nature of these shorts it was a story close to Stephen Clay Hunter’s heart, as he group up a gay nerd in the 80′s a time when homophobia was even worse and representation was near non-existent. So when given the shot he wanted to make something for a young him, something they can look at and point to and tha’ts me. And the behind the scenes short for this one sold just how... big this felt for him. To draw two men in love and embrcing, to see guys mo capping that. To see someone LIKE him on screen. It shows just how important representation is and how dumb it is it took 20 goddamn years at pixar for them to get gay. 

The short itsel is delightful as we open with a gay space cat and dog appearing in a rainbow. The Cat and Dog are watching Greg, a nice young man whose moving out of his small town with his boyfriend Manuel.. only to panic when his parents who he hasn’t come out to show up to help move and try and hide the one photo he has of them. And despite Manuel seeing it as a very easy thing to do to come out.. it’s not for Greg. He knows it’s hard and a scene of him practicing shows the poor guy breaking down at the thought of telling them despite getting every indicatio their nice people.  It’s then the whole Space Cat thing comes in as the cat enchanted Greg’s dog’s collar, so when greg puts it on as  a jest, it’s a body swap! So naturally we get tons of REALLY well animated shenanigans as Greg has to get his body back. Seriously the animation here is gorgeous with director Hunter choosing the painted on , impercet style to give it a storybook feel which fits the story perfectly.. seriously if Disney hasn’t made a story book of this do so.. and if they won’t someone on etsy do it because Etsy is apparently where the merch companies should be making happens.

The point is it’s fun, furious and leads to some great gags.. and then we get the emotional punch to the godnand as Greg bites his mom’s hand in order to prevent her finding a photo of him and his boyfriend. He instnatly regrets it, and breaking the photo in the process and goes to comfort her.. and we get easily the most emotinal, most beautiful part of it as Greg finds out his mom is hurt as she can clearly tell he’s keeping her at arms length and dosen’t want to loose him.. and she’s known all along he was gay.. just like the Schitts Creek example it’s clear she’s hurt a bit her son is scared to tell her but just wants him to be happy. So with a brilliant use of a squeaky toy greg switches back.. and comes out, with his dad warmly hugging miguel when he introduces himn and the space dog crying. Just a beautiful, charming, fun, and gorgeously animated short with some badly needed representation.

Also... one last note. This isn’t related to the short.. but Disney, who once again proves they can’t be progressive without stabbing themselves in the foot and no I will not stop giving out about this. This time’s especailly bad as while Out was heavily promoted.. the descripton DOSEN’T mention it having Pixar’s first gay lead and goes out of it’s way to hide Greg being gay despite the fact the short dosen’t and his being in the closet is the whole conflict of the short. And the not mnentiong the first gay lead thing is noticable because Loop DID rightly point out it was their first non verbal proganist. You can’t.. brag about being progressive about one thing and then try to hide your being progressive about another you idiots. Plus the “pleasing the bible belt” ship has sailed and left port. Ducktales is gay as hell with Penny being gay, even if Disney won’t let her just come out and say it, the crew still had her say it as much as they could, Violet’s dad’s being gay, Della being bi and Webby and Lena being as close to a couple you can get without disney screaming at them no. Andi Mack is fully avaliable on D+ as well.. well okay not fully because the dad turned out to be a pedophile, but still a series with a fully gay character is out there. And finally Owl House got TONS of press for having a bi progatanist and having her love intrest be a girl. Even if Dana Terrance had to FIGHT for that, and rightly so good on her, the point is you have queer characters already. The groups that hate you for that aren’t going to magically stop hating you because you hide the fact a short anyone can see from minute one is very , beautifully gay, I mean it starts with a very swishy space cat emerging from a rainbow atop a pink dog. COME ON. I only have a few words left for disney..

Okay whew, one more and we’re out of here. 

Burrow: It’s Okay to Ask for Help and To Bang a Willing Salamander This was the first one I watched today. In hindsight had I properly researched the shorts and realized how heavy they were I probably would’ve saved this one for later to help balance out the deep feels of some of these. While Burrow is VERY VERY good, as all these shorts have been even Float, it’s subject matter is a lot lighter. I mean so far we’ve had stories about toxic masculinity, animal abuse, issues accepting your child is diffrent, sacrficing yourself so your loved one can have a better life, autisim and coming out of the closet. Even Smash and Grab which is light and breezy.. still has a disney death, and is still about a heroic rush to freedom from slavery whenyou think about it. This one.. is about an insecure bunny whose afraid to ask for help and ends up learning to get it while ending up plumiting through a bunch of comedic set pieces. It’s basically if Winnie the Pooh and Bugs Bunny had a baby comedy wise, it has the warm feeling of pooh art wise, a storybook quality tha’ts utterly adoring.. but director Madeline Sharafan specifccally wanted the animators to take after chuck jones, using lots of great expressions and reactions. It has a real classic theatrical screwball comedy vibe and given The Looney Tunes, Droopy, and Tom and Jerry mean the world to me and i’m glad nto reocnnect with 2/3 thanks to HBO Max.. I fucking loved it. 

Burrow is still a personal story and is based on Sharifan’s experinces having trouble colaberating, wanting something to be fully baked before showing it off, something I agian relate to. She often hid from the others and refused to show her work until it was done while everyone else was happy to help. And as the previously used to slam disney hard with something they own Hickman Era of X-men has shown.. colaboration is just better and more freeing. By having friends and colleuge s to bounce off of you refine ideas, see how people react to them and grow a bit and that’s what the shorts about. 

The plot is easily the simpliest of these: A young bunny wants to build her dream burrow but gets self concious when she runs into a friendly mole and rat living next door to where she wants to build and keeps digging to find both privacy and her own place.. and instead ends up digging into various shenangians and other burrows from frogs, to hedgehogs to most memorably some Salmanders taking a sauna.. and in the best and most ‘how the fuck did they get away with this bit of it”, one of the salamanders ends up .. gladly removing his town and being liike “You wanna do this? I mean I got an hour free” And i’m just saying while now wasn’t the time and the offer was a little awkward i’d go for it if I was her. I mean at least ask him out for coffee later. He seems nice enough if low on boundries. Then ride him until the morning light girl, ride it. She also finds the Demon Bear from New Mutants at one point.. so that’s where he retried to after danny kicked his ass again. Neat. 

But eventually our heroione digs herself too deep and ends up hitting water before finding a 

Who sees her crumpled plans and then does the stygian call of the badger to call all the other animals to help and after they escape the flood, the bunny finally realizes their good people and lets them see the plans. So we end on our heroine and her new friends and possible salamander lover helping her settle in as she finallyg ets the home she wanted, complete with disco. I mean every home should have a disco. If I didn’t have a ceeling fan i’d have a disco ball.. and I still want one just to set somewhere or hang away from the fan . Let me dream dammit. Overally a fun, hilarious, mad dash short with a good message and a good note to go out on.

Final Thoughts: Overall.. the Sparkshorts program is fucking spectacular, a great way to let some of Pixar’s staff get into the directors chair and really shine, and a way to tackle issues that they may not be able to get greenlit into a full film. Lushily animated, well produced, Pixar has announced MORE are coming and I cannot wait. Thank you kev for comissioning this, and thank you all for reading. If your new and liked this review, follow this blog as I talk disney all the time: when they come back i’ll be doing regular coverage of Amphibia, Ducktales and the Owl House as new episodes come out every week, and i’m currently doing a retropsective on the three cablleros kev also paid for, with the finale of it, an episode by episode look at the legend of the three cablleros, starting this week. I’m also covering LIfe and times of scrooge mcduck (though infrequently for a bit), and finishing up a look at darkwing duck’s just us justice ducks, started with looks at all the players involved and finshing next week with the episode itself.  So if any of that sounds good to you, check out the archives, but goodbye, goodbye, goodbye for now. 

#sparkshorts #pixar #disney #disney plus #disney+ #purl #kitbull #out #wind #loop #burrow #LBGTQ+ #lbgt #lbgtq #float #smash and grab #robots

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Regrets in Heaven

Hello. I was gonna just write the scene with Jimmy but wanted to write Ellen in because Samantha wanted to be in the finale and I love her so much. Oh this is happy ending story btw cause I will never hurt you guys like that. We are in enough pain. 

I should also say, the whole Dean death scene honestly felt like he gave up. To me at least. So I just write Dean like that and he regrets doing so.

Word Count: 2761

Bobby got up from his chair as finished off his beer. Dean looked up at him wondering where he could be going when he just got here, the beer still full from the one crap sip he took of it. “Well come on. Ain’t getting any deader.”

“Is that what we do here? Dead jokes?”

Bobby shrugs easily as Dean starts to follow him towards the entrance. “It’s funny cause it’s true.”

Dean rolled his eyes, a fond smile growing on his lips. 

Bobby stopped mid doorway to face Dean again. “Oh shoot! Wait, Dean, about Ca-”

“Dean!” Dean looked away from Bobby and his eyes widened when he saw the familiar figure walking over to him with arms wide open, welcoming. “Oh come here! Give me a damn hug for keeping me waiting for so long.”

“Ellen,” Dean sighed happily as soon as he was in her arms. His face dipped low to hide in her shoulders. “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting.”

She squeezes him. “Wish you kept me waiting a little longer.” She pulls away and reaches to take his face in her hands. Looking at him as if trying to read his whole life in his eyes. “I’m so sorry it ended this way for you, honey.”

“I’m fine with it.” Dean automatically responded but she must have heard the bullshit in his voice. Her eyebrows raised and she gave him the familiar don’t-you-dare-lie-to-me-boy kind of look only a mom can give. “I’m trying to be at least.”

She smiled warmly at him and patted one of his cheeks, a little too hard, before she stepped away from him. “Yeah, takes a while to accept it but that boy of yours fixed this place,” She motioned to the roadhouse. “Nobody has to sneak around anymore. Ash is out there helping Go-oh, um Jack, with the whole heaven thing. Who knew our Ash would be side by side with the great almighty.”

Dean smiles at the mention of his kid. Trying to picture Ash and Jack working together but the thought of it alone was giving him a headache he doesn’t want to be around.

“Does Jack visit often?” Dean asked while following Ellen to the bar. He sat at a stool and then almost fell off when Jo popped up from behind with a bright grin. “Son of a- For fuck’s sake, Jo! Don’t fucking do that.”

Jo laughed and placed a cold beer on the counter. “Hi to you too, Dean.”

Dean reached across the bar to give her an awkward hug but squeezed her nonetheless. “Jo, still sticking around the roadhouse?”

“For now.” She pulled back to smile at him. “Kinda wanna explore as soon as your kid and Ash fix the whole place up. He’s a good kid by the way.”

“Yeah, he’s great.” Ellen says from behind the bar now. “Called Bobby grandpa once and had him blubbering like a fool for an hour.”

Bobby blushed under his trucker hat, making a noise of distaste but not denying it so Dean laughed. Reaching to touch Bobby’s shoulder. “Hey, the kid needs one grandfather who doesn’t want to kill him. Glad it’s you, Bobby.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Bobby grumbled and they all laughed. 

Soon more friends and family started walking in to visit. First came Charlie and Dean had to force himself to let her go but followed her for most of the time. Kevin came in and Dean picked him up into a bear hug, “Kevin freaking Solo made it to heaven!”

The place started to fill in pretty quickly after that. Dean spent most of the time hugging old friends and catching up with those he lost a long time ago. Even victims they couldn’t save came to visit him to thank him for saving friends and family. It was a crowded house by the end of the day. 

Music blasting and drinks spilling everywhere. There was laughter and life everywhere he looked. It was everything he wanted but he could still feel that knot in his stomach because he knew something was missing. Someone was missing.

Dean needed some air and excused himself from the group to walk outside. Once again ready to pray. Hoping that he could hear him. 

Dean sat back down on one of the rocking chairs and leaned his head back with his eyes closed, a smile on his lips. Picturing his angel smiling back at him, looking back at him with a glow that he always carried. Not his grace but just the pure energy of Cas. 

“Cas,” Dean starts and he could already feel the tears forming. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I gave up on… everything. I should have tried harder to live but I thought that maybe - Billie once told me that when I die I would be sent to the Empty. I hoped - no. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have given up like that. I was weak. I was excited to see you but that was just… just a waste of your sacrifice.”

Dean didn’t say anything as he rocked a few times in silence. Then he took a deep breath as he continued his prayer.

“I miss you. Wish you were here so I can tell you. To tell you everything.” Dean opened his eyes with a heavy sigh and was going to head back inside when he froze. His eyes falling on the person looking at him from across the dirt path. “Cas?”

Dean was already running towards him ready to bring him into his arms but Cas held his hands out to stop him. 

“Whoa! Whoa, Dean, it’s me! It’s um, Jimmy!” Jimmy looked at him with wide eyes and then placed a hand on his chest as he let out a sigh of relief when Dean dropped his arms. “I thought you were gonna tackle me for a second.”

“I-I’m sorry.” Dean saw the face of the man he loved but then noticed the glow was not around him. “I thought you were-”

“Cas, yeah  heard you.” Jimmy motioned towards the rocking chair. “You pray out loud you know that?”

Dean shuffled his feet as he looked down at the dirt. Not being able to look at him anymore. The wrong voice coming out of his mouth. “Yeah, I just wanna make sure he hears me.”

“Yeah? Does that work cause I’ve been praying to him all these years too but nothing.”

“What… what do you want with Cas?”

“I wanna know how my daughter is doing. He promised to take care of her of my wife but-”

“Yeah, sorry about her.” Dean motioned for the rocking chairs. “But I can catch you up on Claire if you want. As her honorary uncle and all that.”

“Oh no,” Jimmy’s face fell at that but followed Dean to the rocking chair’s. Dean was glad the chair’s sat next to each other so he could just look ahead and not at Jimmy. “No offense but I was hoping she stayed far from you.”

“Too bad. She texted me and Cas all the time. Mostly dumb things and her reassuring us that’s she fine.”

They sat there for a while Dean bragging about Claire like a proud father. Not looking at Jimmy the whole time. Even when he went silent or he made a gasping noise because Dean told him the close calls Claire had to go through. 

“And she likes… hunting?” Jimmy asked again and Dean let out a breath of a laugh. “And girls?”

“Yeah. Last I heard she and Kaia were looking for a place of their own.”

“Ah.” Jimmy hummed before he clapped his hands together. “That’s great. I’m glad my little girl is happy and alive.”

Dean hummed with a nod and then they both sat in silence for a while.

“I should get going. Amelia is waiting for me. She didn’t want to come and welcome you.” He stood up and Dean followed after him to walk him off the porch at least. Jimmy turned around to face him and it felt like a punch in a gut to see those eyes. He held his hand out for Dean to take but Dean couldn’t make himself touch him. Jimmy closed his fist and took his hand back. “Okay, well, thank you for taking care of my daughter all these years. I was hoping Cas would be here but-”

“He’s dead.” Dean says it quickly before Jimmy keeps talking about him. 

Jimmy looks at him and smiles. “Yes, we all are.”

“No, I mean he’s not in heaven he’s in the…” Dean couldn’t make himself say it.

“Dean,” Jimmy reaches over and touches Dean’s shoulder. Forcing him to look back at those baby blues that didn’t shine like Cas’s. “Cas was the one that invited me to this party of yours. He said he was going to meet me here as soon as he was done working with God.”

Dean opened his mouth to say something but his mouth went dry. Cas. Cas is here?

“But talking to you was enough.” He says as he starts to walk away again. “When he comes, tell him to come visit when he has time. You can visit too if you like. Maybe next time you can look at me while we talk.”

Dean watched Jimmy get into a car and then disappear from his view. Leaving him dumbstruck but his heart raced in anticipation.

Dean closed his eyes again, “Cas? You have your ears on? Cause if you can hear me and you don’t get your feathery ass down-”

“No need to threaten me. I’m right here.” He hears the familiar voice, deep and rough. He sounded tired and Dean opened his eyes to see him walking over to him. His shoulders hunched over more than usual. “Sorry to keep you waiting. I wanted to be the first to welcome you but we lost Ash in a different dimension for a few minutes and Jack was freaking out. You know how bad that is.” 

Cas fell into the chair in a huff. 

“It was a long day.” Cas finished as he closed his eyes with a sigh. 

Dean watched him. Looked him over once, twice, three times not sure how to move forward with this conversation. Should he continue the small talk or go straight to the unspoken confession. 

“Dean, stop staring. It’s creepy.” Cas cracked a smile and Dean huffed out a laugh, rolling his eyes but didn’t stop looking at him. Watching Cas lean forward on the chair, elbows on his knees, while he looks up at him, his eyes bright and glowing. This was Cas. “Sorry I didn’t answer your prayers.”

“I’m used to it.”

Cas flinched at that. “Yes, sorry.”

“What the hell you’ve been here since-!”

“I don’t want to fight, Dean.” Cas reaches hesitantly to take Dean’s hand. He was gonna pull away but instead he gripped Cas’s hand tightly in his own. “I missed you too.”

Dean walked forward so he could stand in between Cas’s legs. Watching as Cas looked up at him with curious round eyes. Head tilted just a little. 

“You’re so stupid. You know that.”

Cas nodded with a teasing smile. “Yes, I learn from the best.”

Dean couldn’t help but smile back at him as he reached to cradle Cas’s face with his free hand. “I missed you so much, Cas.” Dean feels Cas’s skin under his palm and he feels his chest tighten up. “I thought I really lost you, Cas. I thought-”

“Me too.”

“Cas,” Dean leaned down so his forehead could touch Cas’s own. “Let me talk okay?”

“O-of course.”

Dean smiled as he closed his eyes. Feeling the radiating warmth that always surrounded Cas. Home.

“I love you, Cas.” Dean finally says and it sounds off because his throat feels like he swallowed a bunch of sandpaper but he keeps talking. “I love you and I’m sorry I gave up on life when you sacrificed yourself for me to live. I just… I wasn’t thinking. I was dumb. I’m so sorry.”

Cas quickly let go of Dean’s hand and then pulled him down to make him awkwardly sit on his lap. Dean was going to protest the whole thing out of instinct but he took a deep breath to calm down. Letting Cas cradle him to his chest and hold him so tightly, comforting him with the touch Dean craved for years. 

“Dean,” Cas starts as Dean starts to relax in his hold. Feeling Cas lean down and press his forehead down on Dean’s own. “I love you so much and I’m so proud of you. You worked so hard and deserve a break. Deserve peace but death is not the answer.”

He was going to open his mouth to agree but Cas pressed a kiss on Dean’s forehead. Making him melt and quiet.

“I will have Jack send you back.” Cas continued.

Dean opened his eyes to argue. He already missed all his friends and family that were still inside the roadhouse partying like it was 1965. 

“No arguing. I want you to live, Dean. I want you to find your peace in life. You deserve that.”

“No.” Dean firmly said as he gripped at Cas’s shirt. “Not without you, Cas.”

Cas smiled and let his lips hover over Dean’s face for a few seconds before Dean tilted his head to finally bring their lips together into a long awaited kiss. Dean reached to cradle Cas’s face in one of his hands as Cas held him in his arms, wrapping tightly and securely around him. Promising to never let go again. 

“You should go enjoy your party.” Cas says as he pulls away just enough for Dean to breath. “I’ll send you back in the morning.”

Dean clings to him again, hand in Cas’s hair, as he tilts his head to taste his mouth once again. “I want to stay with you.”

Cas hummed as a response with a smile and Dean knew that wasn’t an answer.

Dean positioned himself to be straddling Cas, shocking him in the process so Dean took that opportunity to kiss him once again. Slowly at first before deepening it, feeling Cas’s tongue against his own felt like he was finally in heaven. They made out like that for a while longer before Dean pulled away, Cas making a small whine as he did so.

“Come with me?” Dean snuggled their noses together as he left little kisses all over the angel’s face. “Stay with me? Grow old with me?”

Cas' smile grew bigger at the words. “Of course.”

They both laughed into their next kiss, a tingle of excitement running through them. They are gonna live a long happy together on Earth. Dean will get a job and Cas can do whatever he wants to do as long as he was asleep in Dean’s bed at the end of the day. 

They went inside to enjoy their family's company and before the sun rose the next day, they were both back on Earth. 

Scaring a mourning Sam and Eileen who were ready to set Dean’s body on the logs for the hunter's funeral.

Jack flew down with them and they had a big family breakfast at a local dinner, after the reunion hugs and tears of course. 

“So you and Cas?” Sam nudged Dean as they walked out of the dinner. The brothers watched Eileen and Cas signing to each other too quickly for either of them to keep up while Jack stood between them finishing the lollipop that the waitress gave him, as he grinning inconfusion. Just as lost as the brothers.

“He wants to be human with me.” Dean tells him, sounding just as breathless as he felt. Still in disbelief that an angel actually loved him. “I love him, Sammy.”

“I know.” Sam chuckles. “I’ve known for a while.”

Sam walked ahead and wrapped an arm around Eileen’s shoulder to pull her in close. She hit his arm for interrupting them but Sam leaned down to kiss her. Being forgiven easily. 

Cas stretched out a welcoming hand out and Dean took it quickly, twining their fingers together and bringing Cas’s hand up to his lips for a kiss.

“Okay, let’s go home.” Dean loudly announced as he looked around his family’s faces. Remembering the faces of the family that were waiting for him upstairs and grateful for the family he has here on Earth. He would make this life worth it. Happy. 

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[witching-hour]

Visitation [Jax Teller x Reader]

(A/N): this was literally the only gif i could find of jax in between seasons 3 and 4 while he was in stockton. i completely forgot gemma had the ankle bracelet during that time, but i don’t remember for how long. i already wrote more than half of this when i realized, so for the sake of this, gemma only had it for a smaller amount of time

SUMMARY: reader visits jax while he does his stint in stockton with half of samcro

TW: none

“TELLER!”

Hearing his name being called from across the courtyard made him look up from his position on the bench with the others. He saw a guard heading his way, making him roll his eyes in annoyance.

“Boss?” He mocked as the guard got closer, a cool and cocky smirk spreading across his face.

“Visitor. C’mon.” The guard cocked his head to the side, indicting for the inmate to follow him.

(Y/N).

Jax let a small smile replace the smirk as his thoughts landed on you. He’d been counting the days for your next visit. He saw Gemma last week, hoping you would come with her, but was disappointed when he didn’t see you sitting at the table with her. His mother informed him about some complications with sheduling at work, and you not having anyone to cover your shift. He understood and didn’t blame you for not seeing him that week, but it didn’t stop him from being a grumpy little shit, and it sure as hell didn’t stop the guys from giving him shit about it and teasing him.

Fulfilled with a new sense of excitement, he let his feet fall to the floor and hopped up off the metal table.

“Too bad it’s not a conjugal,” Tig teased the newly shaved blonde, making the other guys fall into a fit of laughter.

Jax only flipped him off, keeping the shit-eating grin on his face. Nothing could ruin his mood now.

“Hey, leave a poor brother alone.” Bobby hushed the others, before he couldn’t help himself any longer, and jabbed at his brother, “He can only blame himself for not marrying her sooner.”

“And when she shows up in that one pair of skinny jeans that hug her ass just right, with a low-cut shirt from Gemma—” Juice didn’t feel the need to continue as the guys whooped and hollered, as Jax only sent him a vibrant death glare that spoke louder than any of the hollers from their brothers.

“Talk like that about my Old Lady again and I’ll cut out your tongue.”

“Today Teller!” The guard’s voice boomed from the gate in warning.

Clay patted Juice’s shoulder as the latter threw his hands up in surrender. Jax sent him one last dark look before strutting away with his signature swagger in toe.

Happy leaned up on his elbows, “If he doesn’t cut out your tongue, I will.”

You sat at the metal table in the visitation room, playing with the sticker on your chest. Peeling at the corner that is no longer sticking to the low-cut shirt you borrowed from Gemma, you waited for the man who was supposed to be escorted in by now. You tried not to be impatient, but when it’s been almost two weeks since you last saw or heard from your boyfriend, you were gonna be fidgety.

You heard the screech-like beep alerting those around that the gate for prisoners was opening. Your head shot up, eyes moving to the metal door as the man of the hour walked through. His eyes found yours as soon as the door opened. He was slipping back into his good mood at the sight of you. His award-winning smile made you wanna cry.

He was decked out in his usual white t-shirt, (this time without the prisoner blue scrubs top), the dark pants inmates were provided, and a matching beanie on the top of his head. You took in his appearance, as you did every time you saw him, and despite the circumstances and the scare you had with a shanking a few months back, prison was a good look on him.

Jax had always been a well-built guy, but during his time in Stockton his more lanky build had been replaced with pounds of pure muscle. As much as you missed him, you missed other parts of him as well. And the fact you couldn’t have much physical contact, except for a short hug before a guard would yell for separation, his new appearance was only making your craving for him harder.

He made his way to you with his usual swagger, and you stood in anticipation. He brought you into his arms immediatly, enveloping you in his embrace, and sharing a short kiss that was permitted. Oh, how you missed this. The hug only lasted for a few moments before you both pulled away and took your seats at the metal table, your hands resting on top of it as instructed.

“Hey, baby.” You greeted him, the smiles never leaving either of your faces. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, darlin’.” He smirked as you looked down bashful at the little pet name. “Where you been?”

You looked at him apologetically. “I’m sorry I didn’t come by with Gemma.”

“It’s okay. She told me that work had you held up.” He brushed it off. “But I’m glad you’re here now.”

“Me too.” You let your chin rest in the palm of your hand, “So what’s been going on here? Still on your best behavior?” You narrowed your eyes playfully.

He gave you an innocent look. “Me? Always, babe.”

“Mmm,” you nodded your head slowly, not believing the man in front of you for a second. “Of course.”

“How ‘bout you? How’s everythin’ goin’ on at home? How’s Abel — still upset?”

With Abel’s birthday coming up so soon, you had tried to explain to the little boy that his daddy couldn’t make it to his party this year with Grandpa Clay or half of his uncles. Abel had been asking, as he counted down the days of his birthday, and you had pushed off answering as much as you could before you eventually tried to help him wrap his mind around the fact that he would not see Jax on his birthday. Visiting had not been an option because of setting up for his party and then the party and after party with the adults. You convinced Abel that you would see Jax the day before or day after his party, but he still wasn’t having it.

“He’s...still trying to digest that you can’t see him on his actual birthday, but I think he‘ll come around when he sees the birthday cake I picked out with Gemma.” With Abel’s latest phase of being like his daddy, which you knew was to bound to happen to make up for Jax not being there, Abel had been obsessed with motorcycles, leather, sunglasses, white t-shirts, and flattering the ladies with little cute compliments Gemma and you taught him after hearing him say something he obviously learned from the guys. He was so young, yet he was already trying to become a member of SAMCRO. He even begged you at the store to buy a little chain to hang on his pants.

“That’s good,” he nodded.

“Home?” You repeated, trying to rack your brain for anything worth telling him. “Ah, I’ve been renovating Abel’s room ever so slowly. His new bed should be arriving a day or two before his birthday. You know what he wanted to put in his room?”

“What?”

“Your son wanted to put up a harley poster with the ‘pretty girl on it, just like daddy!’”

Jax through his head back in laughter. That’s most certainly his boy. He missed him so much. “That’s my boy.”

You filled him in about Gemma’s latest argument with customer that almost caused attorneys to be brought in, but Opie and you stepped in before it got too far. You also commented on Opie’s skills as acting president on the other side of the fence, and how’s he’s really stepped up in the club and around TM (and helping you and Gemma out, especially when you two didn’t ask). Opie was someone the club envisioned as the next VP to his future President Jax. It was no surprise that Opie was capable, or that he’d do such a good job. The blonde was filled with pride and admiration of his best friend.

He informed you of a rumor going around of one of the guards banging an inmate in his cellblock, and that SAMCRO used the dirt as an advantage to get cigarettes. You had to roll your eyes at the one. Of course they did.

He also brought up that if Juice ever started flirting with you when you’d visit the other members locked up, to let yo know, regardless if his sentence gets pushed. Again, you rolled your eyes. The alpha male shit he loved pulling, was hot, but it was unnecessary, especially over Juice of all people. You reminded him that Juive was harmless and formed no threat. If anything he should be more about Bobby, majorly after what went down with Luanne (obviously Bobby was more of father figure than anything, but you just wanted to prove your point to your boyfriend).

Let’s just say he didn’t find your point amusing.

You both used up the visiting hours till a guard called for “time’s up.” It weighed on you everytime you had to leave. You knew you’d see him again soon, but the date felt so far away each time. He and the guys only had five more months left of there sentence, it may seem like a lot but they already completed the first nine.

You parted ways after one last short but savored hug and kiss before he was escorted out of the visitation room. He sent one last look over his shoulder which you knew translated to ‘I love you.’ You mouthed the words back before he disappeared behind the manually controlled door.

Five more months, you kept telling yourself. Five more months.

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[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

had some Crossover Thoughts at Work so here ya go

I’m sorry guys but I just love the idea that brainwashed assassin!cassie and soulless!sam boned down and Cassie got pregnant

like, i feel like it is really easy for this to be creepy and have a lot of bodily autonomy issues that i don’t really want to try and tackle so i’m not sure i could ever really do it

i just. want Cassie to show up with a baby and drop them off with the team all “i don’t really know who you are or who I am or who this little crying thing is but I know you are Safe and Good, so take care of this. Peace!”

I feel like she got pregnant and she did NOT care about baby but she DOES know that she’s pretended to be pregnant for ops before and people treat her differently

and that’s something she can use to ESCAPE.

Bucky helps her. As always, I have no idea what their relationship is but it exists

also i just want the Team to have a baby. It’s ALL OF THEIR BABY, OKAY?

and Kate is trying so hard to hold it together. Cassie’s alive? She had a baby? She’s giving me the baby??? CASSIE WAIT WHAT.

I think I like this better than Kate getting knocked up by Sam because I LOVE the idea that the team suddenly has a BABY to deal with and NO PREP. frantic baby clothes buying and calling the parents they know and THEY WON’T STOP CRYING JESS OH MY GOD PLEASE TELL ME HOW TO GET THE BABY TO STOP CRYING

i thought about what they’d name the baby and my first thought was Avery idk why but of course that isn’t it because they’d name the baby something meaningful

and then i was like? Of course. OF COURSE THEY NAME THE BABY ISAIAH. 

they’re trying GENDER NEUTRAL PARENTING

Baby Isaiah is asab (assigned superhero at birth)

But anyway baby Isaiah, aka Izzy. 

and Isaiah Cap loves babies, you canNOT convince me that he would not love holding babies and you know he has that Magic Baby Touch and can stop Izzy’s crying when nothing and no one else can 

I just need him to hold a baby? all the babies? holding sleeping baby in one arm and cooking with the other?

nuclear family? nobody in this au has heard of her. 

I can’t stress enough that Izzy might stay with Kate a lot, but they are a TEAM BABY. 

So Izzy has like a MILLION grandparents who are all superheroes (and one crime boss but we don’t talk about derek)

Cassie just. happened to give birth to her. 

so anyway. Accidental Baby Acquisition! 

Kate and Eli and David (and Noh and Loki and America and Billy and Teddy on occasion) are trying to figure out the who, what, when, where, and why of Izzy

and Kate’s a PI so she’s good at that!

So eventually she sees security footage of Sam and Cassie, and eventually links Sam to Dean, who, it turns out, has just been caught impersonating a federal officer

and Izzy has been crying for what feels like DAYS and Kate was up for two days before that tailing some drug lord and she is at the END of her rope

so it seems like a great idea to find this guy and GRILL HIM ABOUT THE BABY DADDY’S WHEREABOUTS RIGHT NOW

nothing helps a bad mood like spreading it around! 

Eli and Tommy are the only ones nearby when she gets the info and are like. This is a terrible idea. I guess we have to come with you?

Kate, running on nothing but coffee and donuts, being a total badass as she lies about being a federal agent in order to get Dean out of police custody

it is apparent to no one but she’s SO CLOSE to crying this entire time. she’s SO TIRED OH GOD. 

and Dean’s super cagey of course, he’s not going to let this crazy lady know anything about Sam

Kate takes him to her hotel, she might be planning on holding him hostage, she really doesn’t know, okay? she just wants her kid to sleep.

Kate starts humming hungry like the wolf, which is one of Izzy’s favorite songs and that doesn’t work either, and Dean plucks the baby out of Kate’s arms and probably starts humming Metallica or AC/DC and Izzy finally. FINALLY settles. 

Kate just straight up starts crying in relief and Eli and Tommy have no?? idea??? what to do with that??? and then Eli realizes Izzy’s asleep and HE starts crying and then Tommy starts crying because Eli’s crying. 

eventually Kate manages to say “Sam’s your brother, right? that’s your nibling”

and Dean is like. what. what. what. WHAT. what. wh

a few hours later they’re sitting on the curb outside the hotel, it’s dark out and the only thing you can hear is cicadas

akd Kate tells Dean how she came to have Izzy in her care

sort of, like, the whole superhero thing stays on the DL because secret identities and Dean still hasn’t given up any information 

eventually though she says “cassie was--I was in charge of her, you know? I was supposed to protect her and I--It’s crazy, I thought she was dead, and she wasn’t, but it wasn’t her walking around. It’s like she was a shell of Cassie, doing things Cassie would never normally do. I feel so guilty. I should have kept looking, I should have known better, our lives aren’t normal, ever, at all. Sorry, that’s so weird, it probably doesn’t make any sense” 

and Dean’s sitting there.. “so. uh. I actually do get that. uh. so. funny story”

and then of course there’s this whole hiding Izzy from Sam because of the wall in his mind and Sam thinking that Izzy is Dean’s kid

and then his awe at this tiny person!! that is part his!!

and yelling at hallucifer when he starts saying shit about Izzy

Bobby meeting Izzy. GRANDPA CENTRAL.

Cassie comes back and is like. Who is the cute baby and who is the dilf.

And Kate’s like. So. Funny story. 

(this is OUR BABY, Kate says. They are also yours. But also ours. And you already ilf-ed that d.)

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[super-sootica]

Jack/God’s Log - Week 14

Castiel, Dean and John are all not speaking to eachother.  Cas doesn’t like John (if Mary’s is my Mother, does that make John one of my Dad’s?).  Cas doesn’t like John for being a bad father 😠.  Which made Dean mad, because Cas was disrespecting his Dad.  John called Cas a bad word.  Which was so bad, now Dean is not speaking to John.

I asked Bobby about the bad word 🤔 .  He said it’s a word against people who love people who aren’t the opposite sex or gender.  I looked up gender in the dictionary  📖 .  I still don’t understand.  Why would that make people mad??  Bobby asked if I were straight or gay.  I didn’t understand the question.  After a long talk I think I know what he means.  I said I wanted to marry both Aladdin and Jasmine from that movie I watched 😍 😍 .

Bobby said that those characters are fictional so I can’t marry them.  I am not speaking to Bobby.

I decided I might want to smite John anyway, so went off to earth to talk to Grandpa, and ask for some advice on how best to do it.

Grandpa suggested ‘get out of my house, can’t you see I’m starting a podcast?!’.

Now Dean isn’t speaking to me.  He said I’m a dumbass because I went to see my Grandpa again, who would kill me 🗡️ 🗡️  Given half a chance.  But isn’t that true of all Grandfathers and Grandchildren?

I putted John onto a cliff edge, where he get liver eaten every day by eagles, everynight the eagles go and his liver comes back.  And then the eagles come again at sunrise 🌞 .

Dean says this is cruel and unusual punishment and threatned to kill me again 😕 .

I got a bunny.  His name is the Sir Thumps.

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