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maroonghoul · 1 year

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Ranking of all the Christmas Horror Movies I’ve seen (as of 2022)

From worst to best (subjectively):

26: Alien Raiders (2008): There are Christmas decorations you see early on in the grocery store setting, so it counts. Just kind of a hostage thriller, that turned out to be sorta The Thing. Liked the twist ending a bit ,though.

25: Anna & the Apocalypse: I wish I can remember this more, especially the songs.

24: Better Watch Out: Way too effective in making you HATE the villain. Though in hindsight, they got off too easy.

23: Good Tidings: I went in thinking this would be more like a yuletide rip off of the Purge movies. But, we once again get those escaped lunatic tropes I’m not too fond of. It didn’t help that there were way too many points where they blew a chance to off one of these psycho killer Santas. I know that’s one of the themes they were going for. But you couldn’t done more to incapacitate one of them.

22: The Wolf of Snow Hollow: The werewolf reveal is a bit of a letdown, but between those scenes, I was morbidly enjoying our disaster of a human being we had in our protagonist. He really couldn’t do anything right.

21: Jack Frost (1997): Mostly enjoyable goofy slasher movie. But it loses on two points; It’s most famous scene has aged horribly, and the climax takes forever to finish him off.

20: Slay Belles: This might’ve been the cheapest one of the whole bunch; it looked it. You can tell most of the money went to the Krampus suit, though that’s probably the right call. Plot doesn’t even make whole lot of sense, but after a while, you just don’t care.

19: All the Creatures were Stirring: Pretty out there anthology. I’m pretty sure each segment is meant to be a Horror-Comedy. I got a special kick out of one having a certain famous Christmas character being a killer (I won��t spoil)

18: Sint: More like a killer St. Nicholas movie. Probably the most threatening of these considering he has an army he can besieged a whole city with. Not crazy about anyone dressing up as Black Pete, but at least they get offed.

17: The Lodge: “F around and find out”

16: Black Christmas (2019): This one feels like it has even less to do with Christmas then the original (Yes, that’s part of my criteria). What was subtext before is text here, for better or for worse. Not a bad idea, though maybe we could’ve had more fun in making these villains more pathetic.

15: Body (2015): If this isn’t a example of when to drop a toxic friend, I don’t know what is. It’s low because Christmas is only used to explain why the house is deserted.

14: Dead End: The most surreal family breakdown of all time

13: Silent Night (2012): Never saw the 1984 original. I know, how dare I?. Effective enough yule-themed slasher, I suppose.

12: Wind Chill: Kind of a Hitchcockian set up ambushed by a good old fashioned ghost story. Considering the holiday’s history, it’s sad there’s not more supernatural Christmas horror films like this these days. Bonus points for using carols as a plot point. I didn’t think they would keep tying it in once the characters were stuck. Also, another ACAB movie. Always good.

11: Christmas Bloody Christmas: first half is a realistic hang out between two friends. second half is the Terminator: Yuletide edition. Good kills, but it could’ve been even more messed up.

10: Santa’s Slay: Remember when they tried to make wrestlers into Slasher villains for a while? Kinda dull plot, but Bill Goldberg is at least fun and the kills are fun.

9: The Children: Little kids really can be the worst.

8: Rare Exports: Not my favorite killer Santa movie, but easily the most well-thought out.

7: A Christmas Horror Story: The stories are hit and miss, especially the endings. But yeah, the North Pole one is the best.

6: Deadly Games: While the premise is bonkers as presented, it also makes me a bit sad. This psychotic homeless man just wanted someone to play with if you think about it, but he’s clearly disturbed so people just keep passing him off until this happens. And that poor kid! Not only did he lose his dog, but he thinks he ruined Christmas at the end because he had to kill Santa! Though I think it proves my point where killer Santas are at their best either terrorizing kids or being helped by them.

5: Christmas Evil: The American Psycho of killer Santa movies. An early take that to the over-commercialization of Christmas and actually keeps the killer somewhat sympathetic even after he snaps and becomes homicidal. Side note, my theory on the ending is that he actually died.

4: Krampus: Christmas Vacation invaded by Gremlins! The amount of effort put in by this movie has spoiled me for all Christmas horror that has come after it. Michael Dougherty’s films need time to sink in for me. It didn’t help with the confusing ending. But even if it’s not the best Christmas Horror film, based on it’s look, themes, variety of killers, and Dickensian story beats, it might be the most Christmassy.

3: Scrooged: This counts just for A Christmas Carol in general, but I mention this one just on being the most effectively scary, even if I don’t buy Bill Murray as a changed man at the end quite. While it’s an old enough story to make fun of and pick apart, an effective enough modern update can remind us that it’s, at it’s heart, not just a ghost story, but a character breakdown and a psychological horror. Did I truly befriend or look up to people who would steer me wrong? Just because I do believed in the cynicism I am championing and subjecting to other people, is that not enough to make me righteous? Who am I really to the people in my life when I’m not in the room? And ultimately, If I don’t care, what’s the worst that could happen? It’s the essential Christmas story, because it’s about a simple thing; As long as you can act, it’s never too late. So before it looks like things are about to get worst: muster up a little courage, be willing to unlearn toxic habits, reach out to those you depend on, and of course, put a little love in your heart.

2: Black Christmas (1974); One of the original true Slasher movies. And still one of the creepiest. Also, definitely the kind of movie that were it released today would be called “woke”. (pro-abortion, male entitlement being a theme, etc.)

1: Gremlins: A stereotypical picturesque Christmas Movie setting invaded by the monstrous embodiment of the OG Winter Solstice holiday, Saturnalia (look it up). Works as a metaphor of the toll uncontrolled tourism can have on certain places, especially during the holidays. Plus, who doesn’t think Gizmo is cute?

That’s all the ones I can remember so hopefully that’s all of them. If I forgot one or I see a new one, I’ll do a follow-up saying where it would land on here. I might make a more in-depth post about my feelings for Christmas next week.

#a christmas carol #Gremlins 1984 #black christmas 1974 #krampus 2015 #christmas evil #scrooged

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rbbalmung · 3 years

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Pokemon SwSh GPL AU: Get to know ______ P3

It’s time for THE BOYS. My biggest conclusion from putting this together is that while Raihan enjoys pushing everyone else’s buttons, Leon is the only person that can fluster the hell out of him. Please enjoy.

Get to Know: Leon x Raihan (TrueRivalShipping)

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other? Leon. He feels like the type of person whose love language is gift giving (ex. giving Hop Wooloo and Grookey, giving Gloria Scorbunny, Yamper, and Charmander, ect.). That being said, he’s terrible at getting gifts. He can tell exactly what type of Pokemon a person would want and catch it, but presents? He once got Raihan a charmander watch made for kids without even considering it wouldn’t fit him.

2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap? Leon. They’re both tall, but Lee’s the smaller of the two.

3: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes? Raihan would definitely strut around just to get a reaction out of Leon. Half the time his intentions are to get him into bed, but the other half? Embarrass Leon when he’s on Rotom calls with his mum (don’t worry, he wears pants for those instances).

4: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway? They’re both night owls. They stay up either playing video games or watching Netflix (or whatever the pokemon equivalent to that is). They had to invest in a bigger couch due to how often they have passed out on it. (When I say bigger couch, I definitely mean a futon. They just straight up by the closest thing they can to another bed).

5: Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies? Hop inherited their mum’s cooking skills. Since Leon spent most of his young adult life as a champion who never really had time to stay at home and cook a real meal, it is up to Raihan to provide. Lee was permanently designated to cleanup duty after nearly burning the apartment down.

6: Which one reads OTP prompts and says “Oh that’s us!” and which one goes “Eh, not really”? Leon would say,” Oh, that’s us!” and Raihan would say,” Eh, not really?” just to spite him. There is a lot of teasing and playful banter in their relationship.

7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes? Raihan, but only because he would literally murder Leon if he borrowed one of his designer sweatshirts. There’s also the added benefit that Lee’s clothes are a lot comfier.

8: Which one spends all day running errands and which one says “You remembered [thing], right?” Leon isn’t allowed to run errands by himself because he’d get lost, so Raihan is usually the grocery-getter. Raihan will be in the checkout line and almost always get a last minute text from Leon asking for one more item. It drives Raihan bonkers.

9: Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions? Leon is the driver, and Raihan is the “direction giver” (let’s be real, he’s more focused on what song they play next than getting them to their destination). If it’s a group road trip, neither of them are allowed in the front because they’ll just end up getting everyone lost.

10: Which one does the posing while the other one draws? Ok, so I don’t really think one of them would draw the other. They’re much more of an “active, sporty couple” than an “artsy couple”. That doesn’t mean it hasn’t happened, though. During one of their dates, they decided to doodle each other on their napkins to help pass the time. They were both terrible and it got really heated when the waitress chose Leon’s drawing as “slightly less worse”.

11: If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips? Are you kidding? They’d both try to out-do each other. Both backflippers.

12: Which one of your OTP overdoes it on the alcohol and which one makes the other stop drinking? I feel like even though Leon has more body mass than Raihan, he’d be the lightweight of the two. Both have been in the League since they were in their late teens, but Leon’s public image had a lot more specifications than Raihan’s. That meant Raihan got to go to a lot more college parties on his nights off and build up his tolerance. Leon’s public relations manager didn’t let him even look at alcohol until he stepped down as champion. He had to “set a good example for his young fans”. (Sufficed to say, Gloria quickly got a new PR manager when she filled his role).

14: Which one keeps accidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own? Raihan learned that if he used Leon’s last name, he could get special treatment. It’s an abuse of power! Especially when they’re having dinner at the Hoffman house and Raihan casually slips in that he’s planning on taking Lee’s last name once they marry. Leon’s convinced his grandparents like Raihan better than they like him at this point.

15: Which one screams about the spider and which one brings the spider outside? Raihan, though he’ll go to an early grave before admitting that. He just doesn’t want them getting webbing on his new shoes! Yeah...that’s it.

16: Which one gives the other their jacket? Leon. It was mentioned above, but Raihan has to be in a really good mood in order to let Leon borrow his stuff. It isn’t that big of a deal, thankfully: The Hoffman boys are like personal heaters.

17: Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling? Ok, ok, ok: Raihan is slightly intimidated by Hop. He just wants the best for his big bro! If that means calling Raihan out of his shit from time to time to keep him in line, so be it. Raihan can’t fight back either, because that’s his boyfriend’s little brother! One of the only things Leon gets testy over is people bullying Hop, so Raihan has to do it when he isn’t around.

18: Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other? Leon. It wasn’t one of those things where they’ve always liked each other, but after being friends for so long, their feelings blossomed into something new. Lee is a big flirt and never officially came out, so Raihan just figured he didn’t mean it whenever he complimented him. Leon literally confessed to Raihan at least five time before it sank in that he was serious.

19: How good would your OTP be at parenting? I think they’d actually be pretty good! Leon helped raise Hop and he definitely has the dad act down, so adopting children would be something he’d be super interested in. Raihan may struggle a little bit at first (especially with where the line of what he could and couldn’t post on social media was), but he has a big heart. They would always be there for their kids. If Gloria and Hop are the cool parents, Leon and Raihan are the embarrassing ones. Would tease their kid lovingly.

20: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters? Leon has sent a lot of professional texts because of his former position as champion, so he’d win by default. If they’re texting each other, it is all in numbers, emojis, and abbreviations. Sonia, Piers, and Nessa hate being in group chats with them.

21: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them? Lee is the more protective of the two, especially when it comes to people bullying Raihan online. Raihan tries to tell him that he doesn't have to do it, but he’s secretly very flattered.

22: Who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun? Leon makes the worst dad jokes in the world. Sometimes he does it just to embarrass Raihan.

23: Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy? They take turns. Raihan will catch a Hakamo-o to beat Lee’s Aegislash, only for Lee to catch an Azumarill from the Isle of Armor a week later. It’s a never ending game of trying to one up the other.

24: Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired? Leon. He’s pretty buff, so carrying Raihan around is nothing. He usually does it without asking if his boyfriend looks tired and flusters the heck out of him.

25: Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering? Ever since Leon left he league, he makes it a priority to go to every one of Raihan’s matches. He often dons ridiculous disguises in order to not get recognised, but he always gets recognised. There is an online forum just made up of pictures of him in different, weird attire. He might’ve even been able to slip by public notice if not for the fact that he tries to make AS MUCH NOISE AS POSSIBLE to cheer his boyfriend on.

26: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder? Is there even a possible different answer than Raihan? The man takes selfies as a living. You better believe he has 8 different folders of pictures of Leon.

27: Which one would give the other a makeover if they asked? Raihan. Leon is so close to having style, but then he’ll throw on his signature snapback and a cape and ruin everything. You know the cape isn’t even a requirement for the champion to wear? Yeah, Lee just chose to wear it. He counts it as a small victory whenever Leon decides to buy something at one of Rai’s favourite stores.

28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of? Raihan tries not to get between Leon and Charizard. It’s a similar situation to the Hop one: Charizard is Lee’s baby, which means Raihan isn’t allowed to tease them.

29: Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains? Raihan, but he purposely will move the umbrella out from above Leon to get him soaked. It’s payback for all the other stuff he does.

30: If your OTP went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? Who would take the pictures? Like Gloria and Hop, I think they’d travel to all the regions. They’d have to do it on off seasons and couldn't stay long due to their duties in Galar, but they like seeing the new types of pokemon. Once again, Rai would take millions of pictures. He has a photo album per vacation, not just vacation in general.

#GPL AU #pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon au #pokemon swsh #swsh #swsh leon #pokemon leon #champion leon #swsh raihan #pokemon raihan #gym leader raihan #leon x raihan #truerivalshipping #The banter between these two would be unbeatable #half the time people aren't sure if they even like each other #best boyfriends ever

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snowdice · 4 years

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Road Trips and Missing Persons (Part 16)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Patton & Virgil, Virgil & Deceit, Logan & Patton, Emile & Remy, Roman & Remus & Janus

Characters: Patton, Virgil, Deceit, Remus, Roman, Logan, Emile, Remy

Summary: Patton was just getting groceries. The next thing he knew, there was a knife at his throat and he was an unwilling uber driver. Virgil’s on the run after the murder of his dad, and it’s not just his paranoia that’s telling him he’s being chased down. He has to get somewhere safe, somewhere he can trust, and all he has is a couple of stories from his dad and a name: “Green Bellow Foods and Dispensary.”

Notes: Secret Agents AU, knives, carjacking, kidnapping, murder mentioned, guns mentioned, pepper spray, blood mentioned, drugs mentioned, explosions, car crashes (more to be added)

This is a fic I’ve been writing on study breaks that you have probably all already seen at this point. I’ve affectionately named it the Goblin Brain Fic because it’s helping my brain actually get motivated for studying. I’ve slightly edited it for wording and grammar, but not for content from my previous posts. Feel free to send in asks to direct it because I’m not 100% sure where this is going and you can help decide if you feel so inclined! You can see the process I went through to build this at this link.

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Remy met the beady little eyes outside the car window with a glare. The cow gazed back at him, a challenge in its eyes. “What are you looking at, future minced meat?” Remy asked.

“They’re dairy cows,” Emile said, head on the steering wheel.

“How the hell would you know?” Remy asked.

Emile looked up at him. “The crashed truck says, ‘Robinson’s Family Dairy.’”

Remy pursed his lips. “That doesn’t mean anything.”

Emile gave him a droll look.

“Maybe they’re the rejects!” Remy turned back to the cow. “I bet you’re too stupid to make milk, huh?”

The cow let out a breath that fogged the window between them.

“Bastard,” Remy grumbled at it.

“You are talking to a cow,” Emile reminded him.

“Oh, like you don’t talk to stuffed animals,” Remy shot back.

“At least I don’t make enemies with them and insult them.”

“She deserves it!”

“She’s just standing there. You’re taking out your frustrations on a farm animal.”

Remy looked back at the cow, his eyes narrowed. Its eyes peered back at him and they did not need to share a language to understand each other in that moment. “I’ll show you a coward,” Remy growled, taking off his seatbelt.

“No, Remy,” Emile hissed. “Don’t you dare.”

Remy ignored him and opened the door to climb out of the car.

“We are on the interstate!”

“Now, you listen here,” Remy said, staring the cow down. “You’ve already caused enough problems for me today. The least you can do is not stare me down in my own…or well my brother’s own car. You feel me?”

The cow stared at him blankly and made a mooing sound.

“Are you understanding the words that are coming out of my mouth right now?”

“I promise you, she isn’t,” Emile offered from the car.

Remy continued to stare the cow down. Finally, after a moment of staring, the cow turned away.

“Ha!” Remy said. “I win.”

“Get back in the car before you get trampled by a herd of cows,” Emile said.

“I’m not going to get trampled,” Remy insisted. “If anything, I’m establishing myself as their ruler.”

“Is this a productive use of your time?” Emile asked.

“Oh, what?” Remy said turning back to him. “And sitting in the car doing nothing is such a better use of my time? Thank you for your input, doctor.”

“Remington, please.”

“Oh, stop with the full name, bullshit,” he turned to cow nearest to him, “no offence intended,” he assured it before turning back to Emile. “You’re not our mother!”

There was a pause. “Remy,” Emile said calmly. “I know you’re upset about Virgil, but...”

“In fact,” Remy talked over him. “I’m older than you! Do you remember who put you through college so you could get that fancy degree you keep using on me tonight? Because it certainly wasn’t our mother because she was already fucking dead! Don’t act like you’re my parent because here’s the thing, I raised you by myself for three years. So, if I’m a shitty dad, you’re definitely fucked up somewhere under that shining topcoat of head doctor crap.”

“I never at any point said-” Emile started, but Remy cut him off.

“Oh, but we both know you’re thinking it!”

“Don’t put words in my mouth, Remy.”

“No, no,” Remy said. “I know exactly what’s going through your head. I never should have been a parent, and I proved that with you when you were a teenager, but I still managed to knock up literally the worst person I could. I’m constantly making horrible parenting decisions and even when I try to be responsible, I mess it up. Virgil’s third word was a curse word and I’m lucky he never developed scurvy because I let him eat whatever he wants. He’s currently on a cross-country road trip with god knows who because I fucked up a covert mission I had no business being on and now he’s being tracked down by the woman who shot me with a poisoned bullet. I’m a horrible person and a worse dad. That’s what you’re thinking.”

There was a second where his brother looked at him with his stupid annoying face. “Have you considered that you’re projecting.”

“Ugh!” Remy threw up his hands and turned to walk away.

“Remy where are you going?” Emile called after him.

“I’m walking to base to go get my kid!” Remy called back.

“It’s over 70 miles away!”

He turned around and spread out his arms. “Then I’ll ride a bloody cow! It’ll be faster at this rate!”

“They’ll be cleared up in a few minutes Remy, come back here!” Emile said. Remy flipped him off. “I am not following you on foot!”

“Good!”

Remy turned back around and strutted off down the interstate, skirting cows and police officers the whole way. He grumbled to himself and refused to turn back even when he was pretty sure by the flow of traffic that the accident must have been cleared 15 minutes later.

This was so stupid. Why was he so stupid and useless? Emile was probably glad he ran off like a petulant toddler so he wouldn’t have to deal with him. He’d probably be more effective finding Virgil without Remy messing it all up anyway. He kept walking.

After a couple minutes a car slowed and stopped next to him on the side of the road. Remy looked up to meet Emile’s eyes through the rolled down window.

“Get,” Emile said firmly, “in the damned car.”

Remy blinked in surprise and then hurried to do so.

Emile didn’t speak again until the car was back at a normal speed. “His first word was ‘dad,’” he said, “and he’s happy. I’m not a parent, but from what I’ve observed, parents are allowed to mess up. As long as they do their best and their kid knows they’re loved, they’re a pretty good parent. If you ask me, you’re a good dad.”

“Yeah, well his second word was ‘pizza,’ so I don’t know if it makes me that special,” Remy grumbled.

Emile glanced at him.

“I mean,” Remy continued. “Thank you and sorry.”

“Apology accepted,” Emile said. “You know I love you right?”

“Oh, god don’t get all mushy on me.”

“I’m serious,” Emile said. “I’ve been angry at you this entire trip because if you’d died today, I don’t know how I would have handled it. You were reckless, and it could have easily gotten you killed.”

“Don’t you think I know I’m stupid.”

“Stop that,” Emile snapped. “That’s not what I said.”

“Well then, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying, why, Remy?” Emile said. “Are you bored? Do you want to go back in the field?”

“No,” Remy said quietly.

“Are you sure?” Emile asked. Remy didn’t answer. “If you do, that’s fine.”

“It’s not though.”

“You’re the one who made that decision and it was 15 years ago,” Emile reminded. “If you want to change your mind, that’s fine, but if you’re going to do it, you can’t just go do it. You have to talk to Logan first, to me, to your kid. Your actions affect other people.”

“I know that.”

“I know you know that, but you just…You get so involved in your head sometimes and forget to think about the consequences. Or worse you ignore them because they’re too hard to think about.”

Remy reached forward and turned on the radio.

“Really?!” Emile asked.

“Chill,” Remy said, turning the volume down, “I just don’t want to have another cow disaster.”

Emile nodded and seemed content to wait for him a few minutes so he could gather his thoughts.

“I’m trying, Em,” Remy said. “Bless their souls, but I’m trying to not be our parents. It’s like walking a tightrope. Go too far one way, you’re an asshole, go too far the other your kid’s running from his mother’s hired guns and throwing out the tracking device you put on him because he thinks you’re dead.”

“It should have to feel like that for you.”

“Yeah?” Remy asked. “And how do you propose I stop it?” Emile looked over at him and opened his mouth. “Yeah, yeah, see a therapist. Do you have any suggestions that don’t require me to bare my soul and talk about my daddy issues to some random person?”

“No.”

“Rats.” Emile chuckled at him.

“If it’s any consolation, they would have hated how you turned out. I mean they 100% would have still loved you and would have adored Virgil, but you’d get so many side-eyes over the dinner table. I mean, a child out of wedlock, Remy?”

“They’d have tried to get me to marry her,” Remy said. “Then I would have introduced them to her, and they would’ve said ‘fuck that.’ Do you think I could have gotten dad to say, ‘fuck that’?”

Emile giggled. “That would have been weird.”

Remy hummed in agreement. Then they petered off into silence. “I love you too Em.”

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Part 17

#sanders sides #emile picani #remy sanders #platonic remile #virgil sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #creativitwins #patton sanders #platonic moxiety #logan sanders #adriana writes #road trips and missing persons #road trips and everything in between #guns #murder mentioned #kidnapping

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nerianasims · 3 years

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Billboard #1s 1984

Under the cut.

Yes -- "Owner of a Lonely Heart" -- January 21, 1984

The full version of this song is way too long. Not surprising from a former prog rock band. The music is good and interesting, but it loses me before the end even in the shorter single version. There's too much stuff. As for the lyrics, maybe that prog rock gloss made people think they were profound, but they look like self-help. Some incredibly 80s Reagan-era individualism, better to be alone than to be hurt, you're the only one you can count on, blah blah blah. Not for me. 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

Culture Club -- "Karma Chameleon" -- February 4, 1984

The video to this song has nothing to do with it, unless there's supposed to be a connection between the con artist on the fantasy world 19th century steamboat and the guy who keeps coming and going whom Boy George is singing to. And I didn't fully realize the "you come and go" double entendre until just now. I like the video, anyway. And I like the song quite a bit. It's a very cheerful-sounding song about being strung along by some asshole.

Van Halen -- "Jump" -- February 25, 1984

Van Halen was something boys were into. It's weird how we delineate these things. At least back in 1984, if it got coded as a boy thing, then if you were a girl and also found it interesting, you'd damn well better hide it or certain other more socially powerful kids would tear you to shreds. That was my experience, anyway. (And if other girls were into it and you were not, you were also in serious trouble.) So though when I heard Van Halen songs I thought, "hm, I'm intrigued," I did not dare pursue that interest. Except for this song. This one was allowed. It's fun.

Kenny Loggins -- "Footloose" -- March 31, 1984

Footloose is a pretty good movie. At least I remember it being so when I eventually saw it in college in the 90s. Anything that stands against censorship, and for art and people having fun, already has an in with me. Also Kevin Bacon's great. The song isn't about the movie particularly; it's just about how dancing is wonderful. Though there is a hint at the movie: "You're playing so cool/ Obeying every rule/ Deep way down in your heart/ You're burning yearning for some/ Somebody to tell you/ That life ain't passing you by/ I'm trying to tell you/ It will if you don't even try." Yeah. Agatha Christie at one point lamented that young people in the 1950s were far too serious and self-righteous, and really needed to go dance in fountains. I feel the same now as she did then. Though wait until after the covid vaccine's been widely taken. Anyway, this is a good dance song.

Phil Collins -- "Against All Odds (Take A Look At Me Now)" -- April 21, 1984

It's a lament about being dumped. Apparently, Collins wrote it about his wife leaving him out of the blue, taking the kids and the dog with her. Ouch. There's a great drum part, which keeps the song from being too boring, but I still don't like it. Phil Collins' serious love/heartbreak songs don't do it for me. I find this one depressing without being cathartic.

Lionel Richie -- "Hello" -- May 12, 1984

I remember this video from when it was on the air. Mostly because of the Lionel Richie clay head. But also because I was like... is she his student? Isn't that a bad thing? Even though she's an adult in college, I still thought you weren't supposed to do that? I've had a major squick against teacher/student relationships, even in fiction, since I was a kid. Possibly this is because I come from a family of professors. (I didn't get a PhD and am therefore the black sheep.) Without reference to the video, the song is terrible. The lyrics are just repetitive cheese, whatever, but the song is so slow and blah and I don't like Lionel Richie's singing.

Deniece Williams -- "Let's Hear It For the Boy" -- May 26, 1984

I keep being surprised that there are people who think someone is worthless if they don't have a lot of money and don't dress fashionably. In this song, the titular boy also can't dance, but is that a thing that people get dinged for in reality? I don't know, maybe. This song was in Footloose, and it's the same sentiment as "My Guy"; her boy isn't some smooth-talking rich brat, but "he's my lovin' one-man show." He's like Edward Ferrars, not Willoughby. It's a fun song.

Cyndi Lauper -- "Time After Time" -- June 9, 1984

This is one of the greatest songs ever. Not just pop songs. Any song, of any type.

Duran Duran -- "The Reflex" -- June 23, 1984

These lyrics make no sense. That doesn't matter for this song much, which is all about the music. Which is not the best of Duran Duran's music. For all the many, many, MANY different musical ideas in it, it's actually kinda boring. They'd have done better to simplify. I imagine this sounds something like cocaine feels, though drinking way too many Mountain Dews to pull an all-nighter's my only comparison. Duran Duran were never my favorite, but I do enjoy many of their songs. This one, meh.

Prince -- "When Doves Cry" -- July 7, 1984

Prince only two songs after Cyndi Lauper? Is it my birthday? The song's lyrics start out being about the amazing chemistry between the narrator and "you." That establishes why they're together. Then Prince moves on to how they "scream at each other," and it's what it sounds like "when doves cry." He's accusatory -- "How could you just leave me standing/ Alone in a world so cold?" But then he goes right into thinking maybe it's his fault: "Maybe I'm just too demanding" etc. It's a sexy, thoughtful, and anguished song about a relationship in trouble. I like to think they'll overcome their problems and stop screaming at each other. Trust me, it's very possible. Also the music is great.

Ray Parker Jr. -- "Ghostbusters" -- August 11, 1984

Um. I have no idea how to evaluate this one. I heard it first in the theatre when I saw the movie, but I heard it years after every week when I watched the cartoon. It just... is.

Tina Turner -- "What's Love Got To Do With It" -- September 1, 1984

I have an overwhelming memory of hearing this song when I was alone in the grocery store as a teenager. I have no idea why the memory's so strong. Maybe it was the first time I went to the grocery store by myself? Maybe I ran into a guy I had a huge crush on, though I don't remember that? (If I was 16, that could have been one of any three guys... Romance is my secondary aspiration, after all.) In any case, it's a good song. The attempt to pretend love is a bunch of chemicals and doesn't truly matter is a pretty common one for the broken-hearted. And Tina Turner's great as always.

John Waite -- "Missing You" -- September 22, 1984

Two songs in a row about being in denial over matters of love. Interesting. This isn't the most fascinating song ever, but it's a good solid song about heartbreak that isn't gloopy at all. In the main vocals, Waite keeps insisting "I ain't missing you," but in the background is a soft voice that sings "missing you" over and over. That's a smart artistic move.

Prince and the Revolution -- "Let's Go Crazy" -- September 29, 1984

I liked a lot of pop music when I was 7, but I didn't get Prince. His songs sort of slid out of my brain as a "thing for grownups," and who could understand grownups? He was short and wore fancy outfits, and that's about all that registered. When I hit puberty, though... yeah. This song is more adult than that, though, and I don't mean sexually, though there is plenty of sex in this song. "You better live now/ Before the grim reaper come knocking on your door." The song is about sex, partying, and death. Also Prince was an astonishing guitarist, along with everything else. It's not one of my favorite Prince songs, because the lyrics are pretty depressing and it's super loud, but it's still great.

Stevie Wonder -- "I Just Called To Say I Love You" -- October 13, 1984

I never really listened to the background beep-de-boops in this song before. I've wondered before why this song, with its simple lyrics and melody, didn't bore me. It's the beep-de-boops. They, along with Stevie Wonder's perfect delivery, make this song musically complex. And the simple lyrics, with the more complex musical counterpoints, absolutely work. It helps that this is the kind of thing people really do.

Billy Ocean -- "Caribbean Queen" -- November 3, 1984

That heavy breathing after the line "I get so excited just from her perfume" is unfortunate. Otherwise, it's a song about how he met this "Caribbean Queen" on vacation and she "tamed" him so he's no longer looking for "love on the run." Sure, why not. I'd like a little more story to it, but that's me. It's got a good beat though, and is enjoyable enough as-is.

Wham! -- "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" -- November 17, 1984

I just realized I don't like this song. The beat and hook are sort of irresistible, and as a dance song the music absolutely works. But there's too much nostalgia about stuff that George Michael actually wasn't old enough to be nostalgic about. He was only 21 at the time, born in 1963, and yet he was singing about Doris Day. You can homage anything at any age, but... meh. And speaking of age, it's kind of a childish song and George Michael's voice was always more on the mature end, even if he was young at the time. For me, it hits a jarring note.

Daryl Hall & John Oates -- "Out of Touch" -- December 8, 1984

The beginning makes it sound like this is gonna be a relatively hard rock song, but that ends after a pretty short time. It's still really loud, with huge drums, and Hall pretty much shouts the song. Hall & Oates were great when they stripped stuff down. All this noise doesn't work for them. There are neat parts when all the noise suddenly stops and there's total silence, but then it goes right back to the rather uninteresting loudness. Not for me.

Madonna -- "Like A Virgin" -- December 22, 1984

And so it begins. Backstory: Madonna went to the same high school as my mother. She was friends (maybe more? he won't talk) with one of my uncles. When my grandmother saw the Like A Virgin album on the rack at the store, she said, "I'm so glad [he] didn't marry that girl." When my mother told me that, my reaction was "Are you kidding? We'd be rich!" But my family cares about PhDs and not money. My uncle ran wild in high school, but eventually became a successful career diplomat (and stopped being a jackass) after the woman he was in love with told him he'd better shape up or else. Also he looks a lot like Guy Ritchie, so that was weird for a while. I'd be in the grocery store and for a second think, "Why's my uncle on The Enquirer with Madonna?"

So anyway, the song. The way Madonna sang it in later iterations, I like it. I can't stand the version that became a #1 hit. The Betty Boop voice is just ugh. I love a lot of Madonna's music, and she would be something of an inspiration to me in later days, with her unapologetic persona as a woman who liked and wanted sex -- and enjoyed shocking the censorious -- but I was 8 at the time. I didn't get any of it, I just knew she sounded squeaky in this song and it bugged me.

BEST OF 1984: "Time After Time" by Cyndi Lauper. WORST OF 1984: "Hello" by Lionel Richie

#billboard number ones

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survey by brock-checkitout

Do you like cheese? Yeah but not to an obsessive extent like most people on the internet seem to be. I have a lower tolerance when it comes to cheeses with stronger or more pungent flavors, and I like sticking to those on the creamy side, like feta and burrata.

What type of shampoo do you use? Dove.

Do turtles make you happy? I mean not as much as dogs would but they are animals, so encountering one would still make me giddy and happy :)))

Name one person who snores in their sleep. Both of my parents, which is why I used to dread whenever we’d book a trip and there’s only one main room available for the 5 of us.

Would you walk around a grocery store with a bra as glasses? Sure, if I was gonna do it for like a cause or something. Or if I got paid for it. I can’t imagine why I’d ever have to casually/randomly do it. Also how would that even work, if it actually had to work as glasses???

Can you do the HoeDown ThrowDown? That movie came out when we were in the midst of moving houses and everything was super hectic in my little 10 year old life, so I never got to wach it, actually. I missed out on the whole Hoedown Throwdown craze and I distinctly remember jealously watching over my classmates as they danced it together.

Do you like Hershey's Chocolate bars? Just the cookies and cream variant.

What smiley face do you use the most? :) I very rarely use others.

What type of cell phone do you have? I have an iPhone 8.

Do you listen to rap? Not so much. For the most part, I stick to my tried and tested albums, like Jay-Z and Kanye’s Watch the Throne.

Look at something green, does it have batteries in it? That would be a nearby alcohol bottle, and no, it does not need batteries.

What's the first thing that comes to your mind when I say: PRINTER? Ink and paper.

What is the last cuss word you said out loud? Not so sure, but since I commonly say shit and fuck they could serve as safe enough guesses.

Do you like cows? Sure.

What kind of car does your mother drive? These days we split ‘my’ car between us since we sold our third car, which used to be the one she’d usually drive. The new arrangement used to bug me at first because it meant I now had to notify my mom in advance whenever I planned to drive out, but I’ve since gotten used to the setup.

What do you get in your tacos? I don’t eat tacos. Not that I dislike them; there are just many other Mexican dishes I find more filling.

What is your opinion on blueberries? As a flavor, it’s fine. But I actually tried an actual blueberry for the very first time last week when my aunt sent over a blueberry cheesecake - I really wanted to give it a chance, but I still found it nasty :( I really don’t know why I hate fruits so much lmao.

Are you currently wearing lip gloss/chap stick? Nopes.

Is there a bottle of lotion near you? There isn’t.

Name one person that you know that smokes. Sam smokes superexcessively. Like I’ve completely forgotten how much she can smoke in an evening until I hung out with her again a few weeks ago. It was half impressive and half terrifying; and my clothes ended up smelling because of it.

What's your favorite season? We don’t have the usual four seasons, but based on what I’ve seen in media, spring and winter look and feel the most pleasant to me.

Are any of your friends vegetarians? No.

What is one phrase that you hate hearing? “All lives matter” really pisses me off.

Can you name four presidents right now? Rodrigo Duterte, Ramon Magsaysay, Fidel Ramos, Diosdado Macapagal. But because I’m guessing this meant American presidents...George W. Bush, John F. Kennedy, Andrew Jackson, Harry Truman.

What is the first thing you think of when I say: HOOD? A jacket.

Do you currently own a cat? Nope.

What do you think of Ulta? I think of the fact that I’ve never heard of that before and I don’t actually know what this is referring to.

Have you ever walked into a club and asked for a Coke? No.

Do you like classical music? Sure, some.

What is your opinion on Oreos? I had the biscuits like a billion times as a kid to the point that I got sick of them. I will always pick the Oreo flavor in other desserts though, be it cheesecake, cupcake, cookies, milkshakes, tc.

Do you like Chips-Ahoy? No, tastes too artificial/processed. I’ll always go for freshly-baked cookies.

What did ya think of this survey? It was fine. I *think* I haven’t taken this before either, so that’s a plus lol.

survey by carolynnnnonia

1. What time did you wake up this morning? Around 6:30ish.

2. When did you take your default picture? It’s not a photo of me, it’s a still from BoJack Horseman. Years ago I saw someone on Twitter use it as a default and I found it hilarious, so I decided to do the same thing for this blog.

3. Are you hungry? Mmm not so much right now actually. I had a midnight snack that I only got to finish by like 2 AM so I still feel pretty filled.

4. Have you ever cheated on a test? Yup but just once. When I ended up perfecting the exam I cheated on, I felt like a fraud and I’ve never cheated since. I’d rather get an honest 99 than get a 100 that I’m ashamed of, lol.

5. When was the last time you ate ice cream? I think it had been last week when we had a cookies and cream tub in the fridge.

6. What computer game is in your CPU? I don’t play PC games and it’s been a hoooooot minute since I’ve seen a CPU.

7. Do you like Audrey Hepburn? You’ve come to the right person :))) Yup, obsessed. Have watched her entire filmography except for the ones that are impossible to find DVDs of or online.

8. What color is your winter jacket?

9. Do you have any siblings? Yup.

10. Would you call yourself skinny? Not anymore. I’ve filled up a bit over the last few years but I’m still usually seen as thin. I was a lot skinnier in my teens.

11. Does your phone take pictures? Yes, 2008 survey, it does.

12. Who is your favorite neighbor? They’re not really neighbors, but the construction workers who are currently working on a new house from across ours are crazy over Cooper and love to greet him and give him a few pats when I take him out. My actual neighbors are rather quiet and we tend to keep to ourselves.

13. Do you wish at 11:11? No.

14. Have you ever gotten a detention? We don’t have detention here.

15. Do you still watch Disney Channel? Nah, we took out our cable last year because no one was using it anymore. And I doubt there’s anything watchable on Disney Channel for a twentysomething?? Lmao I usually stick to the shows and movies I grew up with, so.

16. Who did you last IM? Angela.

17. Who is your least favorite teacher? Whoever hated me for no reason in middle and high school. Then in college, I had to power through a misogynist, sexist, delusional Duterte-supporting professor for an entire semester as well.

18. What were you doing six hours ago? I was winding down and watching Good Mythical Morning videos to eventually doze off.

19. What is your ringtone? Just the default iPhone ones.

20. Does your door have a dead bolt on it? I had to look this up haha but yeah.

21. Have you ever been to a show? Like, a live shooting of a show? Hmm....I don’t remember ever going to one yet. I remember being invited to one because they needed seat fillers, but I had school at the time and was never available on the day of the shoot.

22. What are some details about your first kiss? Innocent, pure. Even though that person ended up disappointing me, I don’t regret having my first kiss with them.

23. What college do you want to attend/currently attend? I went to UP.

24. Have you had any soda today? No and I most likely won’t.

25. What is your favorite scary movie? Carrie, The Shining, and Evil Dead are some good ones.

26. Do you own a Wii? We used to and it was a big part of my late childhood to my early teens. We had thrown it out years ago, though, because it stopped working.

27. Did you wear shorts today? I currently am wearing shorts, yeah, and I plan on wearing shorts for the rest of the day.

28. Anything fun happening this weekend? There’s an official Kim Seonho fanmeet happening tonight on Facebook and I’m so excited for it lmaaaaaaoooo

29. What shoes did you wear today? One of my sneakers.

30. What is your favorite type of Pop Tart? We only get 5 flavors here in the Philippines, but my favorite is the chocolate fudge one.

31. Do you subscribe to any magazines? Nope.

32. What was the last television show you watched? I didn’t watch it on TV, but I watched a few clips from this show called Caught in Providence on Facebook. I have such a soft spot for that show.

33. Do you know any other languages? If I’m not speaking in English, I use Filipino, yes.

34. Are you wearing anything green? No.

#survey #surveys

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All the platonic asks with Jay!

Hello!! The second I saw this in my inbox I got so so happy, thank you for being this awesome- Also watch out, this is going to be a long post. Again, thank you.

1. If they’re your parent(s) and they cook for you, what’s their “signature dish”? Same goes for the reverse: If you cook/You have a parental relationship, what’s your signature dish?

Actually, I'm kinda the person who cooks the most in the house. I've noticed Jay seems to like pastas the best, and sometimes he'll help me make the sauce. He also gets real excited whenever Brian brings meat home, it's nice to see him happy.

2. What’s your general relationship? Supportive? Goofy? Go around gossiping about people you hate?

Well we live and work together, and honestly I trust him with my life. We goof around together but honestly he can be very serious when we need it. Jay is a colossal dumbass (as we can tell in-source) but he's very brave and not afraid to throw fucking hands. We go to each other for help.

3. How do they support you when you’re down? With advice, emotional support, both, or are they a bit awkward and neither?

You'd think that Jay would be awkward with comfort, but actually he's quite experienced with it. Sometimes he doesn't even need to ask what's wrong, he'll just keep his arms around me until I feel like getting up again.

4. How did you meet, and when?

Jay and I met in college, when we were both a part of Alex's movie. The filming never actually started so we didn't interact much at first, but I met him again after I moved in to the cabin and we started working together.

5. Do you ever do dangerous or illegal things with them?

Yeah, that's pretty much literally our job. Jay's our camera guy as always, documenting everything he's told to, and I go out and help him. And then there's the times we have to go destroy things, hide evidence, bring people back home, etc.

6. What kinds of presents do you get them?

I usually get him soft stimmy things like blankets or fuzzy pillows because I know he loves them so much, but one time I got him fancy headphones that light up and he was so happy about them I almost cried-

7. For familial relationships, are you adopted or biological family?

Not biological family, just a bunch of bros living in a cabin together after being adopted by an eldritch horror!

8. What was your first impression?

"Oh, what a fucking nerd", probably.

9. What’s their dynamic with your romantic f/o, if it applies?

He thinks Toby is really cute, they work together as well. And I see Toby borrowing Jay's iPad fairly frequently so I know there's a good chance they play Minecraft together or something-

10. How protective are they of you?

I mean if Alex tried to hurt me again of course Jay would be right on it, but he trusts me enough to go out by myself and make it home safe. He's not trying to constantly watch over me or anything.

11. What kind of outings do you usually go on/What do you like to do together?

I always take Jay with me when we go on grocery runs because he makes them so so fun. He just makes simple things seem so funny and he's lighthearted, it's sweet. We get tea together while we're out. Sometimes if we wake up before everyone we'll go somewhere outside of the cabin to get breakfast, but don't tell Brian he'll feel left out-

12. Are they the kind who borrows your stuff and forget to give it back?

Yeah, definitely. He's not trying to forget, he's just a bit unorganized and becomes attached to my stuff to the point where he forgets that it's his.

13. If you have the same clothing size, do you share clothes?

We have a similar, but not the same size. We share jackets and sweaters sometimes, I'm pretty sure I've worn his hoodie when all my clothes were dirty.

14. Do you play pranks on eachother?

Yes, definitely, but he plays pranks a lot more often because he's better at thinking of them. He gets Toby in on it, too.

15. For sibling relationships, what arguments do you get into?

Very, very simple things. Every now and then he'll make a reckless or dangerous mistake and I'll have to scold him, but we never have any serious arguments. The most frequent arguments we get into are about Marvel theories-

16. Do you have a secret handshake?

OH YES WE FUCKING DO- Everyone who lives in the cabin knows it, except for Jeff, we purposefully excluded Jeff.

17. How do they act when someone insults you?

He just straight up roasts the person right back, he learns from Brian.

18. How do they act when YOU insult you?

If it's a serious insult, he'll always take a moment to reassure me that everything is okay. He reminds me that he cares.

19. If you text, what do they send you? Memes? Selfies? 3 AM revelations?

Memes, definitely. Especially the really obscure deep-friend ones that are barely legible.

20. What kind of advice do they give you?

Most of the advice he gives me is the same advice he gives himself. He's the person who preaches self care but I still have to remind him to take care of himself as well.

21. What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve done in front of them?

I was doing laundry and he walked in right when... look I was smelling Toby's jacket but it's not weird I was just curious-

22. What nicknames do you have for them? What nicknames do they have for you?

Sometimes I'll give him bird-related petnames because his name is Jay, like "Chirpy", "Bird Boy", etc. Sometimes he calls me "Tiny Tim". I will punch him (affectionate).

23. For familial f/os, do you live together?

Indeed we do! He moved in quite a while after Toby did, we all share a cabin together.

24. What kind of things do they teach you?

Honestly he probably teaches me all of the obscure laptop commands that I never bothered to learn, he's better at that than I am.

25. This isn’t an ask, but a reminder that your platonic f/os care about you so much!

UWAAAAAA THIS IS SO SWEET, I AAAA

#📷 | this is kinky #I fucking LOVE Jay Merrick okay that's all #thank you again for asking #ask game #long post

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Wild Enough - Elina

Dean Winchester X Fem Reader Warnings: Slight cussing and thoughts of self hate Word Count:4195

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a song-fic and I really hope you all enjoy. I spent way to much time on it lol. Feedback is always wanted, so feel free to share any tips and advice!♥️♥️

To your palette I’m translucent At least when I’m looking at myself

At eighteen years old you stood in front of the mirror staring at yourself. Your eyes slowly raked over your body, pointing out things that you needed to change. Physically and just who you were as a person. You met him for the first time at sixteen, and the second your eyes laid on him, you knew you weren’t his idea of attractive. But there was a tiny part inside you that thought, maybe if he got to know you, maybe he’d see something he liked.

You were always the shy one of the group. Never really talking, just listening to the gossip. You were never one to make lots of friends or go out to parties. You preferred staying in bed and reading or laying on the couch and binging Netflix. And being the way you were never bothered you in the slightest, not until you met him.

(Y/n 16, Dean 17)

“Bobby, how are you?” The familiar voice of John Winchester greeted your father. It might surprise a lot of people, but John was one of your favorite people to ever walk the earth. He treated you differently, almost like a daughter. He would take you places when he would visit, and if you got lucky he even let you drive his car. He was always there for you when you’d call upset and if you ever needed him, he wouldn’t hesitate to drive all night to get to you.

Throwing your book aside, not bothering to save your place. You rushed to the front door, where you jumped in the arms of your favorite man. He hadn’t been able to visit for well over six months and you missed him. But this visit was different, he was bringing his sons and it was going to be your first time meeting them. Every other time they came, your father had sent you off to your Aunt Jody’s to have a taste of ‘normal’ as he calls it.

“You’ve grown so much.” John laughed, setting you back on the ground. “I’d like you to meet Sam and Dean, boys this is Y/n.”

Looking behind John, you got ready to greet your future best friends and you couldn’t describe the feeling that came over you. It was something you had never felt before. As you made eye contact with his sparkling emeralds, butterflies began fluttering chaotically in your stomach and you could feel the heat creeping up your neck. “Hi.”

You’re that coltsfoot Breaking Pavement All I seem to do is break these things

You always had hope that maybe if you tried hard enough, just maybe he’d find something in you that he liked. Something that made him want to be with you. So you tried everything to get his attention. You would show off the skills you got from your fathers training. You would play his favorite music when you did your chores, knowing that he’d be there to hear. And you lost count of the amount of pies you baked him. But none of that ever worked. Sometimes you’d get some harmless flirting, but to him you were just his best friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

(Six months after meeting)

You had gotten up extra early that day to make sure you had time to go to the grocery store and get back before Dean ever woke up. You had everything planned out, he would wake up, come downstairs, see his favorite pie baked just for him and then fall madly in love with you. Yeah, maybe you were a bit delusional, but you could always hope right?

You were too busy making sure the crust was perfectly crisp to hear Dean walk into the kitchen. “What are you doing?” Dean asked, chest pressed up against your back. To flustered to answer right away, you moved to the side so he could peak over your shoulder.

“I’m um-I’m making you something.” Watching his eyes light as he saw what you made was enough to make your day.

“All for me?”

“Well yeah, I just got bored. Not a big deal really.” You tried to play it off like you didn’t just spend five hours slaving over a damn pie. “You like cherry right?” You asked, obviously already knowing the answer.

“It’s my favorite, you’re amazing sweetheart.” Dean smiled placing a small kiss on your temple before rushing to get a plate. Most would think that was progress that he was beginning to like you. But no, that’s just Dean and his natural charm.

I might be a faded Polaroid Trying to be something that I have never been

As years went on, you became less and less involved in Dean’s life. Usually he would visit every couple months with John and Sam, but even that didn’t happen anymore. John started sending him on cases by himself, so you only got to see him two, maybe three times a year. Sometimes you’d talk to him though, on the off chance you got the courage to call him. If you did it at just the right time, you would talk for hours about anything you could think of. But you didn’t always get that lucky.

(Y/n 18, Dean 19)

You and your father had just gotten home from dinner. Bobby thought it would be a good idea to try the new diner that had just opened up in town. You knew from the second you tried their bacon cheeseburger that you had to tell Dean all about. As soon as you got home, you rushed up to your room, grabbing the phone on the way.

Plopping down on the bed, you looked over checking the time. It was almost 8pm where Dean was. It was late enough that he wouldn’t be busy with the case, but there was a high possibility he was busy with his...for the lack of a better word, ‘friends’.

Sighing, you decided to try anyway. What’s the worst that could happen?

“Hello?” Dean answered, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Hey Dean!” You answered excited. Expecting his voicemail, you were happily surprised.

“Hey sweetheart, I’m kind of busy right now.” He grunted through the phone, clearly shuffling around.

“Oh, well this will be quick. I wanted to tell you about that diner we saw last time you were here.” You hoped maybe he’d stop for a minute to talk, but it was then you heard what he was busy with.

“Are you almost done?” A female voice giggled in the background. Your heart immediately dropped. You knew there was a chance this would happen, calling him so late. But you didn’t think it really would.

“Oh! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Before he couple say anything, you hung up. As tears started to run down your face, you came to a realization. If you ever wanted him to love you, you needed to change. To become the kind of girl he likes.

If I was dancing on the tables Buying rounds ‘til the dawn Is that wild enough, wild enough Wild enough for you? Talking dirty in the bedroom Be the one to start a fight Would that be wild enough Wild enough for you?

The next time Dean came around, saying you got his attention was an understatement. You were acting different. You were dressing different. You were trying to dress like the girls you always saw Dean ogling at. Tight shirts, short shorts, even shorter dresses. You had never felt so uncomfortable in your life, but when you saw the way Dean looked at you, it made it worth it. His gaze stayed on you a little longer than usual, he didn’t hide the fact that he was trying to be around you more. One of the nights he was there, he even invited you out to the local bar.

(Y/n 19, Dean 20)

“I thought this was supposed to be a challenge?” You asked Dean with a smirk after slamming down what felt like the hundredth shot that night. You weren’t going to lie, you were drunk and you hated the taste every single thing he bought you, but you’d be damned if you showed that.

“Damn, you’ve been holding back on me.” Dean laughed taking a small sip of his drink.

“Something like that.” You grumbled to yourself peaking over at the dance floor. You couldn’t dance, but you were drunk so that gave you a pass, right? “We should dance!”

Dean looked at you like you were crazy, “Come again?”

“Let’s dance!” You jumped up grabbing his arm. “Please Dean, it’ll be fun!”

“Sorry to break it to ya sweetheart, but I don’t dance.”

Rolling your eyes, you began to get mad. You did not go through all this just for him to say no. “So you’re just going to let me go out there alone, dressed like this, surrounded by all those guys?” You motioned to your outfit as you spoke. Sadly a small black sundress was the only revealing thing you owned, but it did its job.

“You’re evil you know that?” Dean smirked at you as he got up and followed you to the dance floor. You spent a good twenty minutes swaying your hips to the music before Dean left you to go to the restroom. He was worried about leaving you out there, he had been watching all the men around watching you. But he was not about to piss himself over a little paranoia.

Dean didn’t plan on taking as long as he did, but the bartender had other plans for him. As he walked back out of the bathroom and towards where you were, he saw the last thing he ever wanted to see.

There you stood, drunk off your ass dancing away. And although that didn’t bother him, it was the men around you and their greedy little hands that set him over the edge. Rushing over to you, he carefully grabbed you off the table before anyone else could touch you.

“Touch her again and I’ll kill you.” Dean growled as he began dragging you out of the bar. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“You were taking too long and it looked fun.” You giggled as he pushed you into the impala.

“That’s fun to you? Acting like some whore?” He snapped as he started off down the road towards your house.

“A whore? Are you serious?” You were beyond pissed now, you were his perfect girl and it still wasn’t good enough. “I’m doing all of this for you!”

Dean scoffed ignoring you. He thought you were just drunk, saying stupid things because you were out of it. You didn’t say another word the entire way home. You just wanted to go lay in your bed and pretend like none of it ever happened.

“Dean please just calm down.” You said softly as he grabbed you out of the impala again, but this time in his arms.

“All of this was a bad idea.” He grumbled, “The drinking, the dancing, taking you to the bar in the first place.”

“It wasn’t a bad idea!” You exclaimed, “We had fun, it was fun!” It was almost like you were trying to convince yourself. It was awful, you hated almost everything about tonight.

“I get what you were trying to do, but you got to stop.” Dean laid you down on your bed and sat down next you.

“Why?” You didn’t even try to hide to desperation in your voice, you didn’t care to.

“Sweetheart, I know you don’t think I have, but I’ve noticed what you’ve been doing.” Dean started, staring down at you. You could see the pity in his eyes and that just made you feel worse. “I’ve noticed how you’ve been changing, all the things you’ve been doing to get my attention.”

“It was working! Come on just give me another chance! I can be like them Dean, I can do what they do.” You attempted to get up, but he pushed you lightly back down. Looking down at you sadly, he ran a hand through your hair.

“I don’t want you to be like them. I want you to be you.” The two of you stared at each other for a while before the tears in your eyes finally started to fall.

“Why won’t you love me?” You whispered as you slowly dozed off staring at him.

“You have no idea sweetheart.”

To your major I’m minor Breaking every single chord you play I’m sweet wine but you want whiskey I wish I could be strong enough

That was the last time you saw Dean for another year and a half. He never visited and he made sure to never call and you didn’t even know why. When you woke up after that night you didn’t remember anything that happened. Which to be honest, was probably a good thing. Deep down you knew he was avoiding you, but you kept telling yourself that he was busy, that his dad was just sending him on more cases than usual.

(Y/n 20, Dean 21)

“Y/n, Come here!” Your father, Bobby called from the kitchen. “The boys are here honey, why don’t you go help them bring their things in.”

The Winchester’s had come to visit a couple times this year, but this time was important to you. Dean was coming with, you hadn’t seen him in almost two years. Something always got in the way, whether it was a case or another hunter needed help and John sent him. This time though you made John promise that Dean would be there.

“Hey Sammy.” You greeted the giant seventeen year old. Sam Winchester was your best friend. In the beginning, it didn’t take long to realize that you were two were going to get along. You both enjoyed the same things and had all the same interests. Whether it was a book series or games or movies. He was the person you always went to with your problems, he was the only one you told about your feelings for Dean.

“Hey Y/n/n.” The boy gave you a quick hug and a sad smile before walking to grab his bag. That confused you, he was always excited when he came to visit. Blowing it off, you went to greet John, who wore the same sad smile. Looking around, your heart dropped as your realized what was wrong. Dean wasn’t there.

“Hey kiddo.” John came over wrapping you up in his arms. The man knew your feelings for his eldest son. You weren’t exactly subtle when it came to Dean. You only ever asked about him, if he was okay, was he coming to visit, where he was.

“He working a case?” You asked as John let you go and walked to unpack the truck.

“Yeah right,” Sam growled under his breath. “He bailed to go see some chick in Illinois.”

“Samuel!” John scolded his son. He knew you were already sad enough, there was no need to make it worse.

“It’s alright John.” You faked a smile to make him feel better. You could tell he felt bad. “Sammy and I can have just as much fun without him, right Sam?”

“Of course.”

Hours later, after a very interesting dinner and some board games with Sam, you found yourself lying in bed staring at the ceiling. The night was fun, more fun than you had in a long time. Dinner was hilarious and the board games were even more so, but you couldn’t help but feel…sad? You weren’t sure what you were feeling. A mix of everything. Sadness, guilt, disappointment. You had been waiting so long to see Dean, you didn’t know what to do now that he wasn’t.

Dean really didn’t want anything to do with you. The longer you sat and thought, the more you began to realize that. He never tried to contact you, ever. And it wasn’t like he just didn’t want to talk to anyone. You could hear him talking to Bobby at least once a week.

The sound of your phone ringing was what finally brought you out of your thoughts. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at whoever thought it was a good idea to call at two in the morning.

“Hello?” You grumbled falling back on your pillow.

“Hey sweetheart, heard you missed me?” The sound of his voice sent a feeling of panic through you. You had been waiting to talk to him for a long time. Planning everything you wanted to say and yell. And now that the time was here, it was like you forgot everything you wanted to say.

“D-Dean?”

“Now before you get mad, I need you to liste-“

It didn’t take long before you got your voice back, and began interrogating him. “I’m not mad, I just want to know what’s been going on. Where have you been? Why haven’t you been answering?”

“What do you mean?”

“What do I mean?! Dean why haven’t you been answering my calls or my texts? What happened?” You began to get angry, your voice rising with each word you spoke.

“You don’t remember.” Dean muttered to himself. You tried to calm down, there was no reason to get angry.

“You’re talking about the night at the bar? What happened that night?” You were practically begging to know.

“Um, nothing. Nothing happened.”

“Dean Winchester, I swear to god…what the hell happened that night?”

“Nothing Y/n, honestly. It was just a funny night.” You knew Dean was lying. You knew something happened that night, but it wasn’t worth causing more drama by calling him out on it. “I just called to say I’m sorry, I’ve been really busy.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure.”

Dean was silent, he could tell by your tone that someone had told you where he was. Knowing it was probably Sam trying to get back at him, he cursed to himself. “I’m sorry Y/n, I just thought you wouldn’t mind waiting a little longer to see me.”

“Yeah Dean, its fine. I’m just glad you’re okay.” Deep down, you wanted to yell and scream at him and tell him how much he hurt you, but you couldn’t. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t risk losing him.

Yeah, I bet you fantasize about somebody else Someone that would fulfill your needs

After that phone call, you and Dean called and talked all night, every night until he came to visit again. It was the best week you had in a long time. Happiest you’ve been in a long time and you were pretty sure Dean could tell. But you couldn’t help but think about the girl from Illinois. As far as you knew, you were the only girl Dean had ever went out of the way to see and knowing he did it for someone else, made you feel funny. You knew what jealousy felt like, but this was different. You felt…defeated. Broken.

(Y/n 20, Dean 21)

You genuinely thought that the night you called Dean and he was with someone would be the worst night of your life, you were wrong. After an hour of laying on the couch, staring at the ceiling listing to Dean go on and on about Lisa, this was officially the worst time of your life.

“She’s amazing. Y/n you don’t understand, she perfect in like every way, and don’t even get me started on the sex.” Dean smirked, thinking back to the two weeks he spent with Lisa. You genuinely didn’t think that anything could hurt worse than past situations involving Dean, but god were you wrong. Every time he would rant and rave about something else about her, you would realize it was something that you did or something you had. And somehow, during the hour that you had laid and listened to him, you couldn’t figure out, if you have everything she does, why was she so much better than you. Why did he like her more, “You just don’t understand Y/n, you’ve never been in love.”

And that’s when you lost it.

“Oh shut the hell up! I’ve been in love.” You yelled, shooting up off the couch ready to take his head off if it came to it.

“Oh yea, who?” Dean challenged you with a smirk. He knew exactly who it was, he just wanted to hear what bull you came up with this time.

“You! I’m in love with you!” You couldn’t hold it in anymore and as terrifying as it was to finally say it, it was so relieving. It felt like a thousand pounds had finally been lifted off your shoulders.

Dean froze. He thought you’d never say it, sure he knew it. He’s known it since almost the very beginning, but to actually hear you say it…it was different.

“I’ve been in love with you since I was sixteen years old and I am done!” Taking a step closer to him you could feel all the anger and all the sadness from everything you’ve put yourself through because of him start to surface. “I am done waiting for you. I am done sitting around and waiting for you to love me back. For four years, I have sat in this house thinking of every possible way to make you love me. I have changed myself in the worse ways possible, I have made me HATE myself just so I could be the kind of girl you would love. And you know what I got? I got hours of listening to you rant and rave about a different girl every other day. I got months of just wishing and crying that maybe this time he’ll call me, maybe this time he’ll want to see me, but no. You only call and you only come to visit when you’re lonely or you’re bored and can’t find some girl pathetic enough to spend time with you.”

“Y/n…”

“NO!” You yelled finally done with his shit. “I am done. I am done being the girl that waits for you. I am done being the girl that changes herself for someone else. It might be hard, but I don’t care. I am better than this, I deserve better. I deserve someone who will love me back, someone who will love me for who I am.”

“Y/n I do love you…I didn’t want you in this life. I wanted to keep you safe.” Dean tried to speak, tried to make you understand, and although it shocked the hell out of you, you couldn’t find yourself to care.

“You could have told me that. But instead you left me alone, you made the decision to not say anything. I know it’s going to be hard, but I deserve better. I might be in love with you, but I am done Dean Winchester.”

But I bet it’s never been this good with anyone else There is so much you haven’t seen in me

Ever since you were younger, you knew your life was different from everyone around you. You weren’t allowed to go play at parks, or have sleepovers, and you definitely were allowed to have friends over to your house. You knew that since your mother passed, your dad had always been scared of something. You didn’t know what that something was until you were fourteen and a demon tried to take you from your dad. You still don’t know why he wanted you, what he was going to do to you, but from then on, part of you understood why you were hardly allowed to leave the house.

But something changed after your argument with Dean. You didn’t want the life that everyone around you had. You wanted to be able to make friends, go to school, get a real job! All the things your dad kept you from doing for your “safety”. You no longer had anything holding you back. You knew your dad would be here whenever you wanted to come back, whether that was for a visit or to stay forever.

And although your dad was terrified, he wanted you to have the most “normal” life you could. He didn’t want to see you sulking on his living room couch anymore. He was ready for the end of the day phone calls he always got from the boys, he was ready for the Sunday dinners, and even the boyfriends, and hopefully one day, a family of your own. He wanted all that for you.

It only took six months for you to get on your feet. You got a small apartment in the heart of Sioux Falls, a decent paying job at the diner in town. You were even registered for classes at the local college. You didn’t know what you wanted to do entirely, but you knew you wanted to help people. And so more or less, you were ready for whatever life had in store for you next. You were ready to move on…no matter how much you missed him.

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I desperately need to see when Killian and Emma get married in catch me if you can please and thanks!

I mean, did you guys really think I could stay away from Catch Me If You Can for long? Obviously not! It was fun to get back into writing this universe (it’s actually been a few months), and I hope you guys continue to enjoy! Feel free to send me prompts of this universe 😊

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May 12th, 2021

“Are we out of milk?”

“We couldn’t possibly be out of milk.”

“I am looking in the fridge, and I don’t see any.”

“Darling, we went grocery shopping – ” Killian sighs and places his hands on his hips as he taps his foot. “Shit, when was the last time we bought food?”

Emma closes the refrigerator door and turns around before pulling her phone out of the waistband of her leggings, thumbing through the screen with her brows pinched together. “It says our last delivery order was April 13th. That was literally a month ago.”

“I mean, technically it was almost a month ago. Tomorrow it would be a month ago.”

“I would really love if you weren’t an ass right now because I’m hungry, and I really wanted a bowl of cereal.”

Killian shakes his head and steps up to Emma, moving into her space and placing his hands on her hips while his head dips down to her neck so he can kiss the skin there. There’s still the slightest hint of the scent of her perfume from last night, and it will never not be intoxicating. Emma will never not be intoxicating.

“It will take us five minutes to get milk, three if we run across the street instead of walking like civilized human beings.”

Emma hums and cranes her neck to give him more access to her while her hands wrap around his waist, nails scratching at his back. “And buy groceries in person like we’re living a decade ago? That seems like far too much effort.”

He nips at her skin in a place he knows she likes. “I’ll make you brownies if we go.”

“You really know the way to a girl’s heart.”

“I know the way to yours.”

“Ooh, that was cheesy.”

“We can buy cheese too.”

Emma scoffs and hits his back before moving her head so she can lightly brush her lips against his, quick and fleeting until it isn’t. Life is always nonstop, but once the season starts, it’s an entirely different ballgame. Literally. Either one or both of them are always on the road, and while their work generally happens at the same time, Killian has training and practice and PT while Emma has meetings that usually happen at the rare times when Killian is home. Then there’s the press Ariel has Killian doing lately, and it’s leaving very little time to stand in the kitchen and curl his tongue around Emma’s while her fingers tug on his hair.

Glorious. God, he always loves when she does that. Her hands are like magic.

“You’re very good at this.”

“Kissing you? I would hope so. Otherwise I don’t know why you would have stayed with me for this long.”

Emma’s smile presses into his. “Two years isn’t that long in the grand scheme of things.”

“Aye, but the marriage license we filled out last week says you’re planning on far more than two years.”

Her lips run across his jaw, and a shiver works down Killian’s spine and settles at the bottom as his jeans tighten. “Divorces work. I could divorce you the day after we got married if I wanted.”

“Would you?”

“I could. It would keep the marriage fresh and spicy.”

“I would really appreciate it if you never described our relationship using those two words ever again.”

“Why? That’s what all the old women tell me when they give me unsolicited relationship advice.”

“People not being able to shut their mouths is the exact reason why I didn’t want to announce the engagement.”

“We didn’t, ah – ” Emma’s body shivers at his touch and he smirks into her skin before his hands move down to her leggings, fumbling the slightest bit until he feels flesh. “We didn’t announce it. I started wearing a ring, and the tabloids put it together.”

“Fucking tabloids are the scum of the earth.”

Killian’s hand moves again as he gently nudges Emma back to the countertops, his lips and his teeth only ever moving away from her enough to speak. Her skin is so damn warm and softer than anything he’s ever felt, and he loves getting lost in her. It’s a high greater than any win.

“This doesn’t seem like we’re getting milk,” Emma sighs as he helps boost her up onto the countertop, “and you’re going to kill your knees.”

He arches a brow even though she can’t see it. “What makes you think I’m about to get down on my knees?”

“Because I know you, and I know what we’re heading toward.”

“Awfully presumptuous of you, Swan.”

“Ah, well, if that wasn’t what you were intending, I’d highly suggest it.”

Killian huffs and moves away from Emma’s neck until he’s kissing Emma, pressing his mouth against hers and drinking her in. He’s the luckiest bastard in the world, and for all of the good in his life, there is nothing better than Emma. She changed so much for him, continues to still do so, and he’d be happy to spend every day of his life with her just like this.

Just he and Emma.

Just them.

He pulls back from the kiss, sucking in a breath of air, before resting his forehead against hers. Her hands are still in his hair, his hands are on the outside of her thighs, and he can’t seem to focus on anything but the way her nose presses into his cheek exactly like it’s always belonged there, like it’s always fit there.

Like she’s always fit.

“Marry me.”

“What?”

“Marry me, Emma.” He smiles into her lips and then pulls back enough so he can see her eyes. They’ve always been a ridiculously gorgeous shade of green, but right now, they’ve somehow got a hint of blue. “Right now, today.”

Her hand runs through his hair until fingers are pressing against his cheek. “We have a venue booked for forty days from now, have spent far too long picking out cake because you’re a dessert snob, and I have a ridiculously expensive white dress in the closet. And you want to get married today?”

“I want to marry you every day.”

“You’re on it today with the romantic declarations.”

“Are you saying there’s a day where I’m not?”

“Oh, most definitely.”

Killian laughs before kissing Emma again. He can’t seem to stop that. “Well, while I’m having a good day for romantic declarations, why don’t we grab our marriage license, head down to the clerk’s office, and get married? Just you and me, Swan? It’ll be great. We can still have the big party with our family, you can still look gorgeous in that dress, but this would be – ”

“Just us,” Emma finishes for him. She pulls back and stares down at him, brows furrowed. “Are you serious? You want to get married today, twenty-nine? For real?”

“If you’d like. If not, we can wait. We have all of these other plans, and I don’t – ”

Emma smacks her lips against his and cups both of his cheeks. “Let’s get married today. Can you give me fifteen minutes to put some dry shampoo in my hair and change into clothes without stains?”

“What? You don’t want to get married looking like you do?”

Emma winks. “What can I say? I’m a woman of standards.”

Killian chuckles and moves away from Emma until she’s hopping down from the countertop and tugging her shirt down and her leggings up. Her cheeks are absolutely flushed, and she’s got the beginning of beard burn on her chin. “Oh, and twenty-nine?”

“Yeah?”

“I fully expect you to finish what you started here when we get back.”“I was planning on it.”

It takes more than fifteen minutes for them to leave the apartment. Emma decides to fix her hair and put on a little makeup while he takes a shower and trims his scruff, but a little under an hour later, their hands are intertwined as they ride down the elevator to the lobby so they can get a cab to the courthouse. He’d drive, but honestly, parking is awful, and his nerves might be a little too much for that right now.

He plays in front of thousands of people all the time, but he’s got nerves over marrying the woman he’s known he was going to marry since almost the beginning of their time together.

This is decidedly different than playing baseball.

This is not his job. This is his life, their life, and as beautiful as he’s sure Emma will look in her wedding dress that she and Elsa found, she looks just as beautiful now in a long pink floral dress. They’d both debated on jeans and a nice shirt, but then Emma had decided on this dress while he pulled on a pair of navy slacks and a white button-down. It’s as if they’re going on a date or having to dress up for work, but that’s not what it is.

Killian still can’t quite believe that they’re doing this on a random Wednesday when they had so many other plans.

Not that their lives have ever gone according to plan.

“What are we going to do about a witness?” Emma asks as her hand squeezes his over his thigh. “Should we call someone and see if they can show up? Oh shit. Are we telling our families we did this?”

“Do you want to tell our families we did this?”

Her leg starts bouncing. “Not really. I mean, I do, but I – ”

“Want to keep this just between us?”

“Yeah,” Emma sighs, resting her cheek on his shoulder, “I think so. David and Mary Margaret will probably be pissed if they ever found out.”

“Liam and Elsa too. Anna most of all. Oh, shit, Addy and Lucy really will be. We’ll definitely have to wait until after the wedding to tell them.”

“If we ever tell them.”

“Yeah,” Killian agrees, “if we ever tell them. I’m sure we’ll be able to find someone at the courthouse to be our witness. I’m rather charming. I think I could convince someone.”

“Unless they’re a Red Sox fan.”

“We’re in New York.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”Killian squeezes her hand, both to reassure Emma but also himself. “It’ll all be okay. If we can’t find anyone, I’d be happy to marry you tomorrow.”

It’s not long before they’re walking down the hallway of the city clerk’s office and then standing in line with at least ten other couples. Some are in dresses and tuxes, surrounded with families and friends, and Killian checks with Emma one more time to make sure there’s no wariness on her face over them having none of their loved ones here. All he can see is a beaming smile.

“Hey,” someone starts, turning to Killian, “are you – ”

“Aye.”

“Holy shit. Your 2019 win was just…damn, man. That was awesome. What do you think your odds are this year? I know last year sucked, but I’ve got hope for this year.”

“I think we’ve got a chance, but the season just started, you know? Anything can happen.” Killian reaches his hand out and shakes the man’s hand. “Killian Jones. And you are?”

“Ben McKinley. This is my wife, Caroline. We’re here for my brother and his soon-to-be husband.”

“It’s nice to meet you both. Say, Ben, can you do us a favor and be a witness for us since your brother is in line behind us?”

His brows go to his hairline. “Are you two here to get married?”

“Aye, but I’m afraid we didn’t bring anyone with us. You’d be doing us a big favor.”

“We’d love to do that,” Caroline adds in. “And Ben and I promise to be discreet.”

“Well, if it does leak, we’ll know how to find you.” Emma slaps his shoulder until he turns around to look at her. “What?”

“Did you just threaten them?”

He winks. Absolutely not.

It takes thirty minutes before their names are called, and then, within a blink of an eye, the ceremony is being performed and he and Emma are saying “I do.”

He never thought two words would feel so damn good.

He also never thought he’d have to politely be asked to stop making out with his wife in a courthouse, but life is full of surprises.

His wife.

It was all worth it. Every second of it. Of today. Of the past two years.

Everything.

“Hey, Jones,” Emma giggles as they walk out of the clerk’s office, hand in hand just like they’ve been for the past hour. They have new rings on their fingers, and he can’t stop running his thumb over Emma’s wedding band. He’s going to hate when they have to take them off, but it’s all worth it. “You do realize we’re still out of milk, right?”

His chuckle starts in his stomach and works its way all over his body, warming him more than the sun does. “Is that really what you’re focused on right now? Your cereal.”

“Oh, no,” Emma laughs, turning on her heels and wrapping her arms around his neck, “I was thinking of you making me brownies like you promised. I was also thinking of how much I love you.”

His hands settle on her hips. “What was winning in your mind? Your love for me or the brownies?”

“I feel like the answer will disappoint you.”

“Never.” Killian dips his head down and slants his lips over Emma’s, breathing her in. “I love you, even if you love brownies more than you love me.”

“Never,” Emma promises. “I think we’re going to have to run out of milk more often if it leads to days like this.”“I think we’re also out of eggs.”“Huh. Wonder what kind of trouble we’ll get into tomorrow when we go out to get the eggs.”

“Darling, I need eggs to cook the brownies. All this time, and you still don’t know basic recipes.”

Her smile is still the most brilliant he’s ever seen, and the blue is back in those green eyes of hers. “That’s what I have you for.”“Ah, so that’s why you married me.”

“It’s one of the reasons.”“What are the others?”

“Take me home, and you’ll find out.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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little t&a (gene/paul, nc-17) (part 25 of 29)

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Four weeks before KISS gets back on tour, Gene discovers that Paul’s been cursed by a groupie. For the sake of KISS’ finances, Paul’s comfort levels, and Gene’s libido, this crisis must be resolved. Sexswap fic. In this chapter: Gene makes a housecall; Paul gets some advice from Ace over the phone.

It wasn’t a long ride over to that dingy apartment complex.

Gene didn’t know what he was expecting. The place didn’t look any better in the daylight, and when he got out of the car, he saw his driver reach over his seat and start locking all the car doors. He stepped inside alone, walking the craggy flights of steps up to her old apartment number, knocking on the door in what he knew had to be a useless endeavor.

He was a little hopeful when a different girl answered. A pretty thing, really, with curly black hair and sad eyes. A really pretty thing, he could tell that even from the scant few inches she opened the door.

“Yes?”

“Hey.” Gene paused. “I was here a few nights ago. I was wondering if you had a forwarding address for someone who used to live here, Carol—"

“Carol left a couple weeks ago.”

“I know. I’m just trying to find where she went after that.”

“She didn’t pay her share of the rent.” The girl looked Gene up and down, from the baggy sweatpants to the old floral shirt. “We had to kick her out.”

“I know, I—”

“Did something bad happen? Are you with the police or something?”

“I’m not with the police.” Gene tried to think. If the roommates had kicked her out, then that meant she hadn’t been on the lease, right? The apartment manager would’ve had to have her forwarding address if she had been. Wasn’t that how it worked? “She got into some trouble with a rockstar.”

“Trouble?” The girl repeated, with more innocence than Gene could readily believe, at first. “She kept trying to hex one. Kathy got pissed when she spilled some offering on the carpet…”

“Yeah, trouble.” Gene tried to infuse the word with its usual meaning. Babies and under the table payoffs. He couldn’t tell if she took the bait or not. “Can you help me?”

“Her mom lives in Virginia,” she offered. “She’s not from there, though, I think she’s from… I don’t know, Minnesota or Michigan… somewhere that starts with an M…”

That was barely better than no help at all. He tried to pay attention as the girl kept trailing off.

“Her mom’s got scads of money from her dad dying. She helps her out a lot. Carol said if we’d just give her a couple more days, then she’d be good for the next three months. Swore it. Kathy and Bunny wouldn’t have it, though, ’cause between the rent and the occult stuff, she was too wild for us, and—”

“Do you have her mother’s address?”

“No. Well…” She pursed her lips, thinking, and then held a finger up. “Let me look around, maybe there’s an envelope…”

And she scurried back from the door, still leaving it open those few inches as she rummaged around, the door chain keeping him from seeing much of the place at all. He waited, listening to her scuffle across the apartment, rustling through papers, until finally that dark cloud of hair peeked back into existence at the door.

“No. I’m sorry. Oh, but she used to go to discos! You might wanna check CBGB, or the Ice Pa—”

“I’ve done it already,” Gene said, and walked away.

No good. It had been stupid to hope for any new insight. If he really wanted to push it, there was the possibility of finding Carol at 54 again tonight, but Gene doubted she’d be there, and he doubted Paul would want to go there again. He wouldn’t leave Paul at home by himself for a venture like that, either.

Gene had his driver take him to the nearest supermarket immediately after. The driver had weakly offered to take him to a better part of town, but Gene hadn’t cared enough to go those few extra miles for a little more security.

He’d never really gotten his own groceries. When he was off tour, at home, he ate out more often than not, or he went to his mother’s. She always had a smorgasbord at the ready. Always cooking. Gene remembered that early on during tours, when money was tight, Paul and Peter would take it upon themselves to make dinners for the band—they weren’t great—but at least they actually knew what to get and how to fix it. Gene was pushing his shopping cart through the aisles, looking at rows of dried and canned goods and feeling mildly stumped by the whole affair. He’d never paid much attention to how his mother cooked anything, just the end result, so any comfort food from when he’d grown up was out. But maybe…

He settled on a few bottles of Tab, since Peter and Ace had gotten into Paul’s supply of them prior, and then some spaghetti noodles and canned tomatoes. That seemed depressing, so he doubled back to retrieve some fresh tomatoes, mushrooms, and onions as well. Maybe it wouldn’t be that great of a follow-up to matzo ball soup, if he ended up getting it, but it was definitely an improvement to eating peanut-butter sandwiches for dinner. Then he got a box of vanilla wafers, a package of chocolate-chip cookies, and a bunch of bananas.

Gene was nearing the check-out lanes when he felt someone’s eyes on him. He stiffened and stopped, opting not to turn around—it was probably some kid who’d recognized him. Funny how, as long as he’d been with Paul, he hadn’t gotten spotted for who he was once, except on purpose. He pretended to focus all his attention on the label on a bottle of honey, picking it up and inspecting it, waiting for the passerby to either come closer or move on ahead. In a few seconds, he had it—a girl actually scurrying past. A small girl, only carrying a shopping basket and a purse. If he hadn’t caught a glimpse of her pale, freckled face, he wouldn’t have realized who she was.

Absolutely unbelievable. He had to have expended all his luck over the next three years. Quickly, he pushed his cart to the side and tapped her shoulder before she could make it to the check-out line. She turned around, staring at him, eyes wide and stunned. She tried to take a step back, stopping short of even that movement.

“Good morning, Carol.”

Paul woke up abruptly. The day’s newspaper was on Gene’s side of the bed, the sections separated and askew. He didn’t bother pushing them aside, just reached over to check the clock on the nightstand, finding the note Gene left behind. He reread it once, twice, trying to ignore the paranoid, curdling sensation in his gut, the idea that Gene might have just gotten tired of him and tried to find a quick exit, at least for awhile. He wouldn’t have blamed him, not after last night. Not after four nights and five days of putting up with him.

But Gene was bringing him back food. No, more than that, he was bringing him back matzo ball soup and probably a deli sandwich, and whatever Gene thought constituted real groceries. If he was really leaving, he wouldn’t have bothered to specify. Gene must’ve assumed Paul would sleep late enough to start the day with lunch, and, looking at the clock, he hadn’t been too far off. It was fifteen until eleven.

He sighed, stretching out a bit before getting up and pulling on some clothes. All he had left was the dress he’d bought, the one he’d decided wasn’t nice enough for Studio 54. Just a cream and gold colored sundress. Softer colors than he’d usually have opted for. He picked absently at the thin straps. He never felt more fake than when he was alone, even before all this happened.

The phone rang before he could decide what else to do, whether to wait on Gene or eat something or waste awhile in front of the T.V. It startled him a little. Ever since Gene had come, he’d rarely been in the house enough to hear it ring. Another cushion from reality.

He ignored it. It kept ringing. Six times. Seven. Eventually, the answering machine tape started up, and he heard his own, actual voice, another piece of bewilderment.

“Hey, this is Paul Stanley. If you’ll leave your name and number, I’ll be in touch as soon as I can. Thanks.”

“Paul, this is Ace, I—”

Paul grabbed the phone, sudden relief flooding into him.

“Ace?”

“Who’s this?” A pause, and then. “Paul?”

Paul leaned over the answering machine, gingerly unplugging it to keep the tape from running while he spoke.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s me.”

“Sorry I’m late calling. Gene got you back home the other night?”

“Yeah.”

“Still not normal yet.” Ace sighed. “What’s she want out of you? You never told me.”

“Nothing I can’t do.”

“Virgin sacrifice?”

Paul froze up for a second, the phone feeling like a rock in his hand. No way had Gene told the guys. No way. It was a moment or two before he could force a small laugh.

“You’re not too far off.”

“Shit, do you have to kill someone? Keep the tits, it’s not worth—”

“No! I—forget it, man. I don’t have to hurt anybody. I can do it.”

He expected Ace to push for a better answer than that, but he didn’t. God. Ace knew the fate of the whole band sat right on Paul’s shoulders, and yet he didn’t want to ask for a better explanation. Maybe he didn’t give a fuck. Maybe he wanted to go out on his own. Maybe him and Peter were just chomping at the bit to splinter off from the group. Why shouldn’t they? Paul was ruining everything for them just as readily as he was ruining everything for Gene. Paul took a deep breath, tried to convince himself he wasn’t being rational, but the impressions were still wobbling in his brain even when Ace started to talk again.

“Peter was gonna check on you, but he’s still kinda…” Ace trailed. “So I told him not to worry about it. You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“You really okay?”

“Yeah, Ace.”

“Nobody screwed around with you?”

“Ace, if you want a play-by-play of two nights ago, I’m sure you—”

“Okay, okay. Just making sure. Pete’s real worried about you.”

“’M okay.”

“He lit into Gene for letting you go off.”

“He shouldn’t have. It was fine.” God. Gene had told him. Or Peter had called the house. One or the other. Paul swallowed. Something about it hurt, almost made his eyes burn. Weird, how that was. Weird how knowing all the guys really did give a shit about him would be enough to nearly induce tears. Maybe he was just that stressed and worn out. He could almost picture Ace’s mild, affable, probably-hungover look, and that helped him blink back anything incriminating.

“Oh, and you got in the paper, too.”

“No shit?”

“No shit. Not front page, but you’re in the entertainment section—”

Paul scrambled for the newspaper, flipping through the sections. He nearly didn’t recognize his own picture—funny, when he’d been staring at that face for over a week now—but there he was, arm and arm with Gene in a corner photo. Gene’s face was still covered, and Paul was leaning in heavily against him, mouth parted in a strained attempt at a smile. Two days ago. Two days ago and the firmness and warmth of Gene’s hold, the smell of his sweat, all of that had only gotten all the more familiar. All the more something he needed instead of just longed for. Something secure. Something meaningful.

“Gene got his picture after all.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing. ‘Tongue-waggling KISS bassist Gene Simmons cozies up to a Miss Isen at Studio 54,’” Paul read dryly. “They misspelled my name.”

“You look sweet.”

“I look awful.”

“Give yourself some credit. You make a hot chick.” Ace laughed. Not maliciously. Paul didn’t think the guy was really capable of being malicious. He hesitated, running his free hand down his knee, smoothing the material of the dress, before responding.

“Can I ask you something, Ace?”

“Sure, Paulie.”

“It’s a… it’s a thought experiment.”

“Don’t get all pretentious and shit. I know you dropped out of college.”

Paul had never been more grateful that he couldn’t see Ace on the other end of the line. He’d have given himself away already otherwise. He swallowed thickly.

“Ace—this is all just—hypothetical. Let’s say… let’s say you got told you could have what you wanted.”

“Then I’d wait on the catch.”

Paul could feel his mouth twitch up into an unwilling, dry smile.

“The catch is, you could only get it once, and that was it. Just once. Would you still take it?”

Ace didn’t hesitate.

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“’Cause I’d rather have something once than never have it.”

“I’m not like that. If I couldn’t—if I couldn’t keep having something, I’d never—”

“All or nothing, right, Paul?” Paul could hear Ace rustling something on the other end of the line. Papers, maybe. “You can’t go through life like that, you’ll never be satisfied. You gotta compromise.”

“You compromise everything.”

“’M happier for it.”

“You can’t be. Compromising… it’s just giving up, isn’t it?”

“No. Paulie—” Ace made a short, weird sound, almost like he was sucking the spit off his teeth. “You always think you’re figuring on the long term, and you’re not.”

“I am—”

“You’re not. Hear me out, man. You think there’s any guarantees anywhere? Look at the band—”

“This isn’t about the band—”

“’S just an example. We got our big hit. Now what if—what if that’s the best we ever do? Whether you get your dick back or not, what if that’s as good as it ever gets?”

“That… that can’t happen.” It felt like something was stuck in his throat. This wasn’t how he’d expected this to go, not at all. “We just got really big, it can’t be over that quick. There’s no way. Ace, we…”

“What if it is, Paul? What would you say?” Ace’s words sped up in a still-lazy rattle. “What if we go bust a year from now?”

“Don’t talk like that, man.”

“You need to hear it. This ain’t gonna last any way you slice it, don’t kid yourself.” Paul’s stomach churned as he heard the click of a pop top on the other end of the line, and Ace taking a swig and a swallow. “We’ll wear out our welcome. Maybe we already have. Nobody lasts in music.”

“Elvis—”

“Elvis is a joke, Paulie.” Another long gulp. “And if you get past his age, what else d’you got? You got—you got Bing Crosby dragging his own corpse out there every fucking year for his Christmas special. Been wailing out ‘White Christmas’ since World War II. If we’re still playing ‘Cold Gin’ when we’re forty-five, I hope to God someone takes us out back and shoots us.”

Paul chewed his lip. He felt grimmer now than when he’d picked up the phone, almost distracted out of what he’d really been trying to ask of Ace. Ace, who kept up with weird shit like space shuttles and went on drunken rambles about the aliens who’d made him small. Ace, who he’d assumed was just along for the ride on everything. Paul felt an odd curdling in his gut, something like shame for assuming he and Gene were the only ones who ever thought ahead. For writing off Ace and Peter like their myriad addictions made them stupid.

“Shit, Ace, you’re usually a little more positive—”

“’M just trying to make a point here.” Ace blew out a breath loud enough that Paul could hear it over the phone. “If this is as good as it gets, would you say you don’t want it? Would you say you wanted to turn it all back around? Me and you driving cabs? Gene teaching school again? Pete—”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re gonna do better than that, that’s why! I-I’ll write whatever crossover songs I’ve got to, we’ll keep on touring, and—”

“But you don’t know that.”

“I do know that!”

“Nah, Paulie. You don’t know that.” Ace let out an odd sound, halfway between a laugh and a sigh. “You’re just betting on it. Ought to bet on something a little more certain.”

“Like what?”

“Like Geno getting over you not having tits.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“That’s got nothing to do with—did he—shit, what did he tell you?”

“Jesus, your voice gets real squeaky. Did it always do that?” Ace said it so mildly, as always. Ace couldn’t even bitch properly when Paul had his whole career dangling on the line. “I haven’t talked to him since we came over.”

“Then—”

“You’re like a glass of water, Paulie, just see-through. You ain’t fooling anyone. Listen, do what you’ve gotta do. But don’t do it based on anybody but yourself.”

“I’ll call you back later, Ace.”

“Okay, girlie.”

Paul hung up before Ace managed a goodbye on the other end. His heart was thudding harder than ever.

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starcountesseevee · 3 years

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A Rocket Coincidence (Part 16)

Author’s note: This chapter does contain a NSFW part, I will mark it with two lines of “~~~”, if you do not wish to read that part you can skip down to the bottom line!

Part 15 / Part 17

Kali stopped in front of the apartment building and rechecked the address for the dozenth time. This was definitely the place. She entered and followed the floor guide outside the elevator and soon found herself pausing in front of Cliff’s door as she tried to control the pounding in her chest.

“Waiting for a formal invitation?” Kali started at the sound of Cliff's voice from behind her and turned to see him walking up the hallway, a small grocery bag in hand.

“Or maybe you didn’t answer so I was just leaving.” Kali quipped, placing a hand on her hip as she fell back on her familiar sass to distract herself from the butterflies rising in her stomach.

“Slow down, firecracker, I saw you walking in.” Cliff laughed. “I didn’t know if I should be expecting you so I ran out to get some takeout.” He fished keys out of his pocket and opened the door. “Ladies first.”

Kali rolled her eyes and stepped into the small entryway, hesitating to go in further as he closed the door behind them. A doorway on the left led to a kitchen which is where Cliff headed, throwing his keys on the small island before putting the food away in the fridge. She followed him in, nervously trailing her fingers over the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room.

“You can sit down, you know.” Kali glanced over to see Cliff leaning against the fridge watching her with an amused expression.

“I know.” Kali’s face flushed. Stars that sounded lame, she thought to herself. Get it together! She turned to face the living room, eyeing the decor as she gave herself time to collect her thoughts. The only place to sit was a large couch against one wall that faced an entertainment center otherwise the room was pretty sparse.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this flustered.” Cliff’s voice was soft in her ear making her jump, she hadn’t heard him come up behind her.

“Yeah...well…”

“Hmm?” His lips brushed against the shell of her ear before placing a lingering kiss on her neck. He brought his hands to the counter on either side of her and stepped closer. Very close. In fact, Kali couldn't be more aware of how very close behind her he was. She turned around in between his arms to face him. Before this went any further and lost her ability to think clearly altogether she wanted a better answer than just “not my girlfriend”.

“Before we…" She began, how did she say this? "I know you said…”

“Sierra?” Cliff questioned, pulling back from her to lean against the kitchen island.

“Yes, I just...you two seemed very close. Well she did anyway.”

“Sierra...” Cliff sighed, crossing his arms over his chest as he thought about how to put this. “Likes to be the center of attention. Anything that challenges that she gets jealous of. That’s all it was, dollface. I should have seen what you were seeing but we, Arlo and I, are just used to her behavior and don't often pay it any mind. It won’t happen again, well I can't promise she won't be jealous." He chuckled. "But I can promise you that she’s just a colleague and friend."

"Nothing more?"

Cliff shook his head. "Nothing more. Never was, never will be."

“Okay.” She had to admit that was a reasonable explanation. After all, she reminded herself, she had only seen that other woman hanging on him, not the other way around. Kali felt more relieved with that answer and when he reached for her hand to pull her to him, she didn’t stop it.

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“Besides, I can only deal with one woman in my life driving me crazy.” He cupped her chin and slid his other arm around her waist. “And that spot is filled.” He didn’t give her a chance to reply before pressing his lips to hers gently at first but when Kali ran her hands up his chest to drape over his neck he deepened it. Curling his hand around the side of her neck he used his thumb to tilt her jaw upward to a better angle as he traced his tongue lightly across her lips before breaking the from her mouth to ghost kisses across her jaw, ending at the exposed skin below her ear. The sudden assertiveness sent a surge of desire coursing through her veins and she couldn't help the gasp that escaped her lips as he began nibbling on her earlobe.

"What about the takeout?" She questioned, her voice breathy as he started trailing kisses down her throat. Although as soon as the words left her mouth she wasn’t sure why she had thought them in the first place.

"The only thing I'm hungry for right now is you, dollface." His voice was low in her ear and it sent a wave of shivers down her spine that did not escape his notice. In one swift movement he grabbed her by the waist and set her on the counter, pushing himself between her legs to kiss her lips again. A different kind of fire than Cliff usually elicited was starting in her core and Kali wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him closer, reminding him that he wasn’t the only one who could be in control.

Cliff startled her by pulling her forward so that she was just barely balancing on the counter and pressed against her with a low growl, the hand still on her waist tensing when her legs coiled around him while he bit and sucked at her throat, there would definitely be marks there tomorrow but right now her brain was too far past the point of caring to be concerned about it. The only thing Kali did care about at present was the flame his touch was igniting as her hormones cheered her on from the sidelines. Her hands smoothed over his toned chest, reveling in the fact that she was actually touching him; something she would never admit out loud she had been fantasizing about since that day at the waterfall. She could feel his already hard desire pressing against her thigh and squeezed her legs tighter in encouragement but was surprised when he pulled back; dropping his hands to the counter on either side of her as he leaned his forehead against hers.

"You really do drive me crazy." His breathing was just as heavy as hers as he leaned back and tucked a bit of hair behind her ear, his fingers twisting around the strand. Kali bit her lip as she met his gaze, only a blind person could miss the burning look in his eyes.

“Good.” She smirked and they both chuckled as he stroked his thumb across her cheek.

"If this is too much we can stop." It only took Kali a moment to decide as his eyes searched hers. Too much be damned. Instead of saying anything she grabbed the collar of his t-shirt to pull him back to her and he readily complied; his hands hastily exploring her body once more and every touch was sending a jolt of electricity through her veins. There was no going back now and stars, she didn't want to stop. She opened her mouth and let his tongue slip into hers, shivering as he ran his tongue over the sensitive inside of her lower lip. After a few moments he withdrew.

“Hold on to me.” Cliff whispered and after she wrapped her arms around his neck he picked her easily up, walking through the living room towards another hallway. He kicked open a half closed door and walked into a small bedroom, continuing to kiss Kali's throat as he sat down with her on the edge of the bed. Kali's dress bunched up around her hips as she straddled him and settled her weight on his legs to support herself; she could already feel goosebumps spreading across her skin as his hands ghosted over her bare thighs to grab her ass, jerking her closer on his lap. His hands massaged her legs for what felt like an eternity before sliding up under her dress, lifting it off her as he did so.

Cliff’s gaze raked over her body, taking in everything from the matching black lace set to the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips. “Damn, you’re so fucking sexy.” He murmured as his hands gripped her waist and pulled her down onto him even further. A warm flush crept across her cheeks and Kali wasn’t sure if it was a self-conscious blush or arousal as he began kissing her chest just above her bra line but it was probably a bit of both. She inhaled sharply as his lips teased one of her nipples through the lace while one of his hands cupped her breast and the other moved around her to unhook the garment.

While he was working the hook Kali tugged at the bottom of his shirt and Cliff paused to help her remove it, reaching one hand behind his head to yank it off in one motion while she slipped the bra off her shoulders and tossed it aside. She had a moment to appreciate the view before his mouth was on her breasts as he teased and sucked the soft flesh until she was squirming on top of him, the friction of her hips against his only fueling his desire. Kali hung onto his arms like they were the only thing anchoring her to this moment as her hips instinctively ground against his in search of more friction. Instead his arm wrapped around her waist to slow her movements as he bit down onto one of her nipples, a sharp hiss escaping her lips as she arched forward into his chest. She was so absorbed in the sensation that she hadn’t noticed his hands slipping lower down her waist until his fingers brushed the inside of her legs but once she did that was the only thing she could focus on.

“Cliff…” His name came out more like a moan as he rubbed back and forth along the dampening fabric, pressing more firmly with each pass.

“Hmmm?” Cliff looked up at her face, relishing the look on it as he teased her through the cloth. She ground her hips down onto his hand wanting, no needing to feel more of him. All of him. “Something you want, doll?” He practically purred, his words sending a fresh spark of excitement coursing down into her core. Not waiting for an answer Cliff pushed aside the now soaked lace and traced along her soft folds before parting her lips to push one thick finger slowly inside her. “You’re so fucking wet.” His voice was a whisper against her chest that induced another wave of goosebumps across her breasts, perking her already hard nipples even more. Kali mewled and dug her nails into his shoulder as he entered her, teasing her briefly before suddenly stopping. Before she could question the sudden emptiness she was being lifted and deposited on her back on the bed as Cliff knelt, pausing only to remove her panties before burying his face between her legs. He kissed and nipped his way slowly up her thighs until he reached her apex, loving every second she squirmed around him.

“Stars!” Kali gasped as his tongue swiped over her already wet slit, throwing her head back as she grasped a fistful of sheet in each hand. It was all she could do to remember how to breathe as his lips sucked at her sensitive bud and he began pushing a finger into her again, working it inside of her for a moment before easing in a second. Kali moaned, arching her back and pressing down into his hand as he expertly rubbed against her front wall while continuing to assault her now swollen clit, the coil of desire in her core growing steadily until she was practically begging for release.

But then it all stopped. Kali lifted her head in frustration as Cliff climbed on top of her, the mattress dipping them lower with the added weight, all protests she might have had silenced as he covered her mouth with his. Still kissing her he reached past her to yank open the nightstand drawer and rummaged around until his hand found the small, square wrapper he was looking for. Kali wasn’t sure when his pants had come off but when he leaned back she was afforded a view of well, everything. Her eyes went wide as her gaze skimmed down his form, was there any part of him that wasn’t solid muscle?

“See something you like?” He joked, Kali knew she was staring but this time she wasn’t mortified to be caught. Instead she leaned up with a smirk and brought her hand up to palm the length of his erection, eliciting a groan from him and she grasped him tighter and slid her hand slowly up and down his shaft. He was an average length but he was thick, like every other aspect of his body was, and she was sure it would take more than a little adjusting on her part to fit him inside of her. She began rubbing faster but was quickly stopped when he grabbed her wrist and pulled it away from his body, she looked up questioningly only to be pushed firmly back down onto the mattress by his hand on her shoulder.

Well if that's how it was going to be, Kali thought before propping herself back up on her elbows, he wasn't the only one who could tease. She made direct eye contact with him as she slowly licked at her bottom lip and spread her legs ever so slightly more. She smiled inwardly as his eyes darkened with lust and he stared unabashedly at her naked form, whatever action he had just started momentarily forgotten. “If you take much longer I might finish without you.” Kali teased, sliding a hand suggestively up her thigh.

Cliff hastily ripped the wrapper open with his teeth before putting it on and lowering himself on top of her once more. “The hell you will.” Cliff growled in her ear as he pressed his chest against hers and wrapped one arm under her hips while the other hand fisted in her hair. Kali opened her mouth to cry out but the sound was lost as he pushed his tongue roughly past her lips. Kali moaned into his mouth as her core ached with desire; she could feel his erection pushing at her entrance and she slipped her hand between them to help guide him, another moan escaping her lips as he began stretching her to what felt like her limits.

"Damn, you're so fucking tight." Cliff released her mouth as he pulled himself partially out before slowly pushing into her again with a low groan until he was fully in. Kali might have had something to say back if the last bits of functioning brain cells she had left weren't currently being overloaded by the fullness of him inside her. She slid her hands down his sides and dug her nails into his ass to keep him from withdrawing just yet as she got used to the feeling but when she eventually loosened her grip he wasted no time before starting to thrust in and out of her.

"Cliff...so....good...ahh !" Kali cried out as his pace quickened. In one quick motion he sat up and pulled her with him, settling her over his lap as he continued to drive up into her.

"Say it, doll. I want to hear you." His words only heightened her arousal as she writhed on top of him, the flame in her core already burning from his earlier ministrations yearning for release. It was taking every ounce of Cliff's control to restrain himself as he looked up at her face, mentally recording every expression she was making as he thrust up.

"Stars! I'm... I'm…" Kali felt like she was about to burst.

"Say it doll, I want you to come for me." He growled low in her ear and when he started pressing circles into her clit with his thumb she was pushed over the edge. Kali threw her head back, gasping and moaning his name over and over as her walls clenched around him and waves of pleasure crashed through her core. She was vaguely aware that his pace quickened and his thrusts became more erratic until he was groaning out his release as she came down from hers. He collapsed against her shoulder as they both fought to catch their breath.

Kali ran her hands absentmindedly over his biceps as her legs strained to hold herself upright. Any fantasy Kali had previously imagined paled in comparison to what had just happened, how he had made her feel. Her limbs were still tingling and she was pretty sure every inch of her was covered in sweat but it had been worth it, oh so worth it. After a few moments Cliff planted a gentle kiss on her chest before easing himself out of her and lowering her back into the bed.

"I'll be right back." She watched as he stood, taking another moment to appreciate his naked form as he walked out of the bedroom to presumably clean himself up.

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Now that Kali was alone she was suddenly unsure of herself. Not that she had any misgivings about what had happened or why she had come over in the first place but she found herself wondering what to do next. Kali got up from the bed and began gathering up her discarded clothes asking herself if it was best if she left as she didn't want to be presumptuous. Her thoughts were interrupted when Cliff's arm snaked around her waist.

"Not thinking of leaving, are you?"

"I, well...um...I didn't want to assume…"

"What kind of man do you think I am?" Cliff laughed against the back of her neck and Kali was glad he was behind her so he couldn't see the embarrassment on her face. "Please. Stay. I'm going to heat up the takeout, it seems I've worked up an appetite." He nipped at the nape of her neck causing her gasp. "Want any?" Kali shook her head in response as she turned to face him. "Alright, dollface. The bathroom is across the hall if you need it."

"Okay, thanks." His gaze lingered on hers for a moment and he leaned in to press a quick kiss against her lips before heading out to the kitchen.

Kali cleaned herself up in the bathroom, staring at her still flushed reflection in the mirror as the reality of staying the night sank in and she realized she hadn't brought anything to sleep in. She headed back to the bedroom and looked around for a moment before her eyes settled on his discarded t-shirt. Deciding that was as good as anything she picked it up and pulled it on before laying back on the bed. She enjoyed that the shirt was much too big for her, and soft, and still smelled like him and she found herself fighting to keep her eyes open as a sudden wave of exhaustion washed over her. By the time Cliff got back to the room she was fast asleep. He smiled, shutting off the light before slipping into the bed as well.

Part 15 / Part 17

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eldritchsurveys · 3 years

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1 - Were you glad to see the back of 2020? What were the best and worst parts of the year to you? >> I honestly did not care one way or the other. I understand why the ritualistic “good riddance to 2020″ thing works for people, it just doesn’t work for me. In my mind, it really doesn’t matter if it’s 2020 or 2021, just as long as it ain’t fuckin, say, 2009.

2 - If you’ve purchased something you love from a small business, are you likely to leave a review or anything afterwards? Why/why not? >> Yeah, like I just bought a bracelet from an Etsy seller and I left a happy review because I love the product. I never really thought about leaving reviews in the past, but it recently occurred to me that I should probably start doing it for independent sellers like that. This particular seller only had one or two other reviews aside from mine, so you know, it really makes a difference.

3 - When was the last time you received some good news? >> Well, seeing the pending stimulus deposit was good news. It is just enough to pay off the rest of what I owe on my computer, which means I do not have to worry about that anymore. I consider that a great relief, tbh; that $150/mo was no joke.

4 - Does wearing masks cause you to get acne or oily skin on your chin and around your nose? >> Nah. I’d probably have to wear them for much longer periods of time than I usually do for that to start happening.

5 - Do you prefer dogs or cats? Do you have a preferred breed as well? >> Dogs. Pitbulls are my fave breed.

6 - Do you have any plans for the next few days? Are these plans something you’re dreading or looking forward to? >> Mostly I just plan to enjoy having my normal routine back once Sparrow goes back to work (well, until Thursday, because now she’s going to be working from home every Thursday...).

7 - Leggings, jeans, jeggings or sweatpants? >> Sweatpants.

8 - How often do you meet new people? Is this something you’d like to change in any way? >> Not often at all, especially now. I don’t think it needs to be changed right now.

9 - What time did you wake up this morning? Would you rather have slept in longer? >> For the final time, around eight or so. I’m currently in a sleep deficit so I probably could have slept in longer, but I don’t like sleeping in. Maybe I’ll take a nap at some point, maybe not.

10 - What’s your favourite meal of the day? What’s your favourite thing to eat for that meal? >> I guess breakfast, since that’s my most stable and predictable meal most of the time. I almost always have a veggie burger and chips.

11 - When was the last time you visited a zoo or aquarium? What are your favourite animals to see there? >> I think the last time was Labor Day in 2019? The red pandas were pretty novel. I don’t think I have a favourite animal overall, though.

12 - Have you ever bought or sold anything via Facebook? >> No. This just reminded me to check on whether the Buy Nothing group in my city approved my membership, but apparently they did not, and that really confuses me, because... like, I live in the city. Why can’t I join the Buy Nothing group? This sort of thing is so distressing to me, I just... wanted to do a little community participation. :/

13 - When was the last time you had to cross a railway line? Was it an automated crossing or a manual one? >> I mean, we cross train tracks whenever we head downtown.

14 - What was the last thing you received as a gift? >> The gift from Sparrow’s parents that was late to arriving, which I got yesterday. It was a wine mulling kit.

15 - Are you a fan of cheese? What are your favourite types? >> I mean, I like cheese. I don’t know if I’d go so far to call myself a fan, though. I like pepper jack, brie, Kerrygold swiss, etc.

16 - What’s your “go-to” hairstyle when you’re feeling lazy or in a rush? >> ---

17 - How do you travel to work or school? Would you rather get there in a different way if you had the choice? >> ---

18 - What was the last activity you did that caused you to be out of breath? >> I don’t remember.

19 - When was the last time you changed your bedsheets? >> About a half hour ago, because they’d just been washed.

20 - What household chore do you hate the most? Are there any you actually enjoy or find satisfying in any way? >> Any “wet” chore -- so, most of the ones in the kitchen and all of the ones in the bathroom. I don’t mind vacuuming/sweeping, dusting, or laundry (I especially like the folding), and I love to tidy up and put things back where they belong.

21 - How much money did you spend the last time you went to the supermarket? >> I, personally, didn’t spend any, but the total grocery bill this weekend was about $170.

22 - How often do you buy fast food or takeaways? What’s your favourite place to get those foods from? >> Not often.

23 - Do you prefer white, brown or granary bread? What other types of bread do you like to eat? >> I’m not sure what granary bread is, but generally I’m not too precious about the type of bread. I’m far more precious about where the bread comes from (locally-made versus mass-produced).

24 - Are you in any kind of pain right now? What’s causing it? >> I wouldn’t say that. I mean, being tired and melancholy can be a bit painful at times, but... yeah.

25 - Can you hear anyone else in your house right now? What are they up to? >> Sparrow is having a shower. IDK what the cat is doing.

26 - Do you find farts funny or gross? >> Neither? They’re completely unremarkable to me, unless someone’s farting a tune or something, which I guess is novel enough.

27 - What are you wearing at the moment? Is anything you’re wearing new? >> Sweats, undershirt, hoodie. My winter uniform. Nothing I’m wearing is new.

28 - Who was the last person you spoke to via social media? Is this a person you’re close to? >> I don’t remember.

29 - Did you ever do surveys on a site other than Tumblr? Do you still take surveys anywhere else? >> Yeah, I was on Xanga for a long time. I had a brief fling with LiveJournal after Xanga went the way it did but ultimately settled on just posting them here.

30 - Are you overweight, underweight or a healthy weight for your height? Are you happy with that or would you like to change it? >> I don’t know which one I am and I’d rather not make a fuss about it.

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Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4 , 5 , 6 , 7, 8 , 9 , 10 , 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17

Chapter Eighteen:

Being back in Korea, you fell into a sort of routine, and everything good just kind of… Fell into its own place in your life.

You and your friends walked to and from school and went to the grocery store, and laughed and danced and your smiles started becoming more and more genuine before you even realized it. You went to every Seventeen fan event that you could which always provided you with an extremely entertaining day.

You found, most specifically that one of the kids in your class, Jubilee, was a really big fan of Seventeen- Seungcheol specifically. At first, when you had seen her at fan events you had pretended not to know her, but then one day after class she just asked you if you were headed that way, and when you said you were she insisted you two walk together.

She was a really sweet girl with a strong personality that honestly scared you. While you knew that she didn’t put herself above anyone around her she held herself with such an air of confidence that you couldn’t help but be intimidated.

But she was just like you really. Awkward, and self-conscious, and goofy, and the more time you spent with her the less that you worried about what other people would think when you were around her.

These days, you were pretty focused on your friendships. It was kind of strange considering you had just assumed that once you got involved with someone you would be all about him. That’s what everyone else was like after all. They got a significant other and it was like those two were inseparable at the hip.

“I only have a few minutes before I have to be on stage again,” Jihoon mumbled, his fingers lost in tangles in your hair. You didn’t respond to him, your back pressed against the stage wall. He didn’t seem to mind your silence, and returned his attention back to the ends of your hair, playing thoughtfully with the tips. “I wonder if they’d really be mad if I was late.”

“Not at you,” you mumbled back. “But Seungcheol will kill me.”

“I don’t think kill quite fits the emotions he would portray.”

You both looked to the side, unsurprised when you found Mingyu standing there- a hand on his hips.

“I’ll never understand you two’s relationship,” he murmured, shaking his head. “If I had a girlfriend, I would take her out every weekend, spend nights song-writing with her in her room, show her my family. The works. You two just spend two seconds between events to sit in each other’s presence and talk. What even is that? At least kiss like normal people…”

You pushed yourself off the wall, and waltzed over to Mingyu. In the past, you probably would have been pretty frightened to see him. Frightened to be near him. For goodness sake, he was an idol after all and not just that he was… Well Mingyu.

He was a giant man, with muscles the size of your friend Julia, and if he wanted to he could demand an entire room to pay attention to him exclusively with a mere clearing of his throat. He was terrifying, everything that you feared in people around you.

But, nowadays you couldn’t find it to be scared of him. You had spent too much time around the boys of Seventeen… And heard too much from Jihoon about his subsequent roommate. You knew that he was a puppy dog. All bark, no bite, and desperate for love and affection.

You lightly hit Mingyu on the chest, giving him a raise of eyebrows.

“I have school, and Jihoon is an idol. It’s not like when can just hang out like regular people,” you stated pointedly. “Besides-”

“We’re not dating,” was chorused by not only you and Jihoon, but Mingyu, Joshua, Hansol, Jeonghan, and Chan- four of which you hadn’t even realized were in the same room as you.

“Yeah, I think by now we have heard it a hundred times,” Hansol commented. You rolled your eyes and turned away from Mingyu, back towards Jihoon with a timid smile. You shrugged.

“You only have a few minutes,” you mumbled your voice hushed. You let yourself grow close to him again, your fingers busying themselves on the buttons of his shirt. You had been playing so carelessly with the few at the top that he usually kept unbuttoned, that now he looked more like he was attending the opera then performing Getting Closer with the other guys. You were quick to make work unbuttoning his shirt again, down to the very last button that he left open.

You messed with the collar of his shirt for a moment distractedly, trying your best to make it appear the way it had before you had messed with it initially. Jihoon let you fiddle with it for a while, watching you in amusement as the rest of Seventeen went on with their hustle bustle around them.

Sometimes when you were with Jihoon things that would normally stress you out, like large crowds and too many people, and well… Any of the many things that could stress you out- the things would just kind of… Disappear. The world stopped moving around you. Time stopped going by so fast.

You just kind of existed, with Jihoon at your side.

“I’ll see you after the show,” he murmured, his fingers grasping around your wrists to stop you from fiddling with him so much. You let a short exhale of air leave your lips and you nodded, your eyes trailing down Jihoon’s face- hoping for one good look at him before he was back on stage. Then you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his cheek.

“I’ll see you after the show,” you repeated.

Not quite inseparable.

You were better than most. You didn’t make out in the back of the van or keep secrets all to yourselves. You had your time with just one another, and you had your time with all the boys together. When that was the case you were sure to let your attention be swayed away by the other guys and when Jihoon hung out with you and your friends he spoke to Jongin.

That admittedly was a little rough around the edges at first, but all Jihoon had to do was watch the way you two interacted- Jongin picking fun at you for every little thing you did, and you yelling at him for ten minutes for doing just that- and he had suddenly understood the sort of relationship that you two had.

“He’s like a brother to you, isn’t he?” Jihoon had asked softly.

You nodded, glancing up at Jihoon from your phone.

“The worst little brother I’ve ever had to deal with.”

And just like that, Jihoon let it go.

So overall, things were going really well for you. You were happier then you had ever been in your life. You were in Korea, you were with your friends- both old and new- and things were just working out. It wasn’t really something you could explain, and you wanted to be grateful for how you were feeling.

Until, one of your friends commented on just that.

“You’ve been awful happy recently,” Caitlin commented. You looked up at her from the kitchen table, a half-smile on your lips.

“What?”

“You’ve just been really really happy. You’re usually so,” she hesitated- but not in a way that it seem like she thought her words were inappropriate, more as if she were trying to find a better way to emphasize how frustrating you had been before. “I don’t know, just so utterly bleh. One minute you’re happy, the next you’re so depressed you drag down the entire room.”

The words echoed through your brain and they didn’t stop there.

You had been… So good. You got up on time every day- heck you were even early for classes. Instead of being so timid and keeping to yourself all the time you were more social, you weren’t letting yourself get bogged down by the anxieties of what other people thought about you and how you should change yourself to make that opinion change.

And then, all of a sudden, that next morning, you opened your eyes, and you looked at the time. You knew it was time to get up, you felt uncomfortably warm rays of the sun on your skin as you sat there, wondering what you should wear today when suddenly you realized that you didn’t care.

You didn’t care what you wore, or what you looked like or if you went to any of your classes.

You didn’t even want to get out of bed.

You flipped over in your bed, lazily slipping the alarm on your phone off. You saw the notifications on your phone, texts from your friends asking you if you wanted to hang out today and get ice cream. A message from Jubilee on Facebook asking if you’d be at the fan meet. A message from a friend about an inside joke that could be tracked back years- one that normally would have had you cackling.

You didn’t respond to any of them. You flipped your phone over and buried your face in your pillow.

You drag down the entire room.

You weren’t sure why you had to be so distracted by something as simple as those six words. Things that should have meant nothing to you in the drum of your everyday life instead blared loudly amongst the rest of the noise in your ears. Suddenly, no matter what you tried to think about- Jihoon, your home, your studies, school, anything your mind would suddenly just throw you right back into the deep end.

You drag down the entire room. You drag down the entire room. You drag down-

You flipped over again, burying your fingers in your hair, pulling at the roots in frustration. It didn’t cause you any relief, or any pain, or make you feel anything at all really. All that you felt was like you needed to pull more.

Maybe, just maybe the more you pulled your hair, the further away the thoughts would be from your mind. You could pull those words that your friend had uttered that meant nothing to her and had ruined everything for you from your brain and completely forget that any of this had even happened.

One missed day at school meant nothing. If you just caught up on all your work tomorrow.

Just one day off, that’s all you needed.

One small day on your own, a few measly hours to remind yourself that you didn’t drag down an entire room. You were the life of the party most times. You had been voted as best leader and mood maker in your dance group. You knew that people loved having you around them. That’s why they invited you to their parties and asked you to hang out after school- even if it just made you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

To take such meaningless words to heart was entirely in vain. You knew that. You knew Caitlin hadn’t meant to trigger some part of your brain that was wired to just go off the charts whenever someone said something that was even partly negative about your personality to you.

And yet still, here you were. Standing in front of your refrigerator door, staring at its contents.

Vegetables, fruit, meat, milk, soda, juice. Nothing looked appetizing. Nothing.

You thought about the candy on the counter or the rice in the cupboard. You thought about how you had eaten absolutely nothing all day. You thought about what Jihoon or Jongin or your friend back at home would say if they knew that you were in your head like this again.

You thought about maybe messaging one of them.

One minute you’re happy, the next you’re so depressed you drag down the entire room.

You cried out in frustration, suddenly unable to feel the urge to even stand anymore. You couldn’t bear the weight of your own body. You couldn’t bear to look at the food you knew you just didn’t want to eat. All you could do was drop to the floor, limp, and helpless.

Sure, your friends liked you now, but what if they realized what you were truly like? Such a mess inside and out and not in a cute fun and amusing way like everyone wanted to believe. Like in a very real, extremely depressed, somedays you didn’t even know how you were able to breathe kind of way. Would they leave you?

If your friends didn’t like that you talked about a certain show, or wanted to hear a certain type of music, or even didn’t like your style of clothing, you could easily adapt to fit their visions of you. You could stop talking about the shows you liked and force yourself to watch the shows they did. You could memorize every lyric of a song you frankly hated. You could go to the store with them and buy what they wanted you to buy.

But you couldn’t change your personality. You couldn’t bury the parts of you that needed attention, that needed to be heard and cared for.

And when people realized that. When they realized that you weren’t going to change who you were to be the perfect person that could stand by their side. Would they leave you?

Your fingers splayed over the cold tile floor beneath your feet.

You needed to get up, you knew you did. After all at some point you had to do your homework for the night, and catch up with your studies, and eat something and get off the floor.

Things would be fine. If you could just steady your breathing, and stop your shaking you would surely be fine.

Knock, knock.

You startled slightly, your whole body lurching when you heard the hollow sounds of a fist on wood echo through the apartment. A frown stretched over your face and you glanced up at the time on the clock- 12 o’clock. You resisted the urge to pull at your hair again.

How was it only 12 o’clock?

You pushed the thought out of your head, and clambered clumsily to your feet.

No one should be here at this hour- not in this apartment or knocking at it- but your curiosity always got the best of you. There was no way you could just turn your eyes and not see who was at the door.

Chapter Nineteen

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Road Trips and Missing Persons (Part 17)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Patton & Virgil, Virgil & Deceit, Logan & Patton, Emile & Remy, Roman & Remus & Janus

Characters: Patton, Virgil, Deceit, Remus, Roman, Logan, Emile, Remy

Notes: Secret Agents AU, knives, carjacking, kidnapping, murder mentioned, guns mentioned, pepper spray, blood mentioned, drugs mentioned, explosions, car crashes (more to be added)

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“Aw, come on kiddo,” Patton beseeched doing his absolutely best not to laugh at the adorable discontent expression on Anxiety’s face.

“You murdered all of my cows,” the boy grumbled. “All of them!”

Patton did giggle then. “That’s the game.”

“You knew!” Anxiety insisted. “You knew the cemetery was there, didn’t you? You’re familiar with this highway. That’s why you let me take the 150 cows you cheater.”

Patton didn’t bother to deny it. “All’s fair,” he said instead.

“You’re the worst,” Anxiety shot back. “Why don’t we play a game I can win.”

“Like what?” Patton asked, curious.

“Like…” he said. “Like, let’s play a game where whoever’s youngest wins.”

Patton chuckled. “Well I guess you’ve got me beat there.”

“Or a contest to see who has the straightest hair.”

“Sounds like a fun game, but we’d have to wash both of our hair just to make sure neither of us are cheating and have product in.”

There was a pause and Patton glanced over at him.

“Aw!” he cooed. “Do you secretly have curly hair too?”

Anxiety groaned.

“That’s adorable!”

“Is not,” he grumbled, folding his arms over his chest. “It ruins my aesthetic.”

“Aw, stop being so grumpy, kiddo.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t be if you hadn’t murdered all of my cows.”

“I sure did kill the moo-d, huh?”

Anxiety groaned. “What did I do to deserve this?”

“…Carjac-”

“I know, I know,” Anxiety huffed. Patton smiled over at him and reached over to ruffle his hair. “Ugh, stop! No!”

“I want to see the curls!” Patton teased as Anxiety batted him away.

“You’re lucky I don’t have the god damned knife.”

“Excuse me, was that a bad word Mister?”

“Ugh,” Anxiety groaned.

“I will turn this car around,” Patton threatened.

“Oh, yeah,” Anxiety said. “That’s what would make you stop driving. Silly me. I’ll try not to use the grown-up words.”

“See that you don’t.” Anxiety just shook his head and turned the radio up a bit to ignore him.

“The cows have been cleared up,” Anxiety noted.

Patton hummed. “Do you want to get on the interstate again?” he asked. “It would be about 10 minutes faster and I’m sure if anyone was tracking us, we lost them in all of that.”

“Sure,” he agreed. “I don’t see why not.” Patton nodded and took the next turn back onto the familiar interstate.

“So,” Patton hedged once they were back on the main road. “We’ll be there soon. What are your plans once we get there? Nothing in particular,” he rushed to say when he saw the kid frowning. He was a secretive little thing. “Just, what do you want me to do?”

“Oh, um,” he said, playing with the edges of his hoodie sleeve. “I don’t know.” He paused. “You can leave if you want.”

A smile flickered across Patton’s face. Not likely kid. “Well, I’m not going to leave at least until I make sure you’re with someone.”

“Thanks,” Anxiety said softly.

“I’m with you all the way Anxiety.”

“I still don’t understand you at all.” Patton just shrugged and smiled. “Also, you can call me Vee.”

“Ooo a partial name,” Patton said. “I’m moving up in your esteem.”

“I didn’t say that,” Vee snapped back. “My name might be Bob for all you know.”

“Right,” Patton agreed. “Of course. Bob. My bad.”

That caused Vee to smile though he seemed to be fighting it. After a few moments, the smile faded, and he started playing with the strings on his hoodie. “You’ve got to get back to your family though, eventually,” he said.

Patton shrugged, not mentioning the fact that they were literally driving towards his brother this very second. “They’re all adults who can more than handle themselves. My brother’s older than me and the twins have him. You need me a bit more right now.”

Vee thought for a moment, still rubbing his fingers over the frayed edge of the hoodie string. “I have an older brother,” he offered.

“Oh?” Patton asked.

“I tried to call him earlier after my uncle,” Vee said. “He didn’t pick up.”

“Well, I’m sure there is a reasonable explanation for that, just like with your uncle.”

Vee bit his lip. “I don’t know if…” he said, “if he’d be on my side in this or not.”

“What do you mean?”

Vee looked away out the window. “Our mom’s the one who killed my dad,” he said quietly.

“Oh, honey,” Patton said softly. “I’m so sorry.”

“So, I don’t know if my brother would side with her or not. I don’t want to think he’d hand me over to her if I went to him, but…”

Poor kiddo, Patton thought. He wished he could say with certainty that his brother wouldn’t do something like that, but Patton didn’t know enough about him to know for certain. He hoped not. “I’ll help you figure it all out,” Patton promised. “I’ll make sure you don’t have to go with your mom.”

Vee snorted. “I don’t know what you can do, but thanks for the sentiment.”

“Oh,” Patton said. “I think I could do a thing or two.”

“Sorry,” Vee said dryly, “but your reaction to a carjacking was to get me ice cream.”

Patton laughed lightly. “Good point.

“I really don’t want to go with my mom, but I don’t think the cops would listen to me,” Vee said. “She’s technically my mom even though I’ve never even spent the night at her house. Does this make her my legal guardian now?”

“If she’s the one who killed your father, I doubt people would let you go with her.”

“You don’t know mom,” Vee mumbled. “I’m sure no one would even think to try to arrest her for that, let alone convict her. Would they let my uncle be my guardian even if she isn’t arrested?”

“They’d be willing to do that I’m sure. Especially since you’re already 15, anyone would listen to your opinion on where you live.” Vee look at least a bit relieved at that. “So, you like your uncle then?” Patton asked.

“He’s great,” Vee said. “He lived with us when I was really little. He always made me eat my vegetables and helps me out when I’m anxious. He’s a psychiatrist so he knows his stuff.”

“I have a friend whose brother is a psychiatrist,” Patton said. “I’ve never met him, but Logan sends people to him when they need mental health care. It’s a big help for a lot of them.”

“Yeah,” Vee agreed. “It wouldn’t be too bad living with him, I guess.”

“Well I’ll make sure you end up with him and not your mom, okay?”

“Sure,” Vee replied.

Patton shot him a half smile and they continued driving for a few minutes before he exited the interstate. “We’re almost there” he told Vee.

Vee bit his lip. “I hope this wasn’t a stupid idea…” he said.

“Oh, I’m sure it’s fine,” Patton said. He flipped a switch on near his steering wheel that would open the gate for them a few seconds before said gate came into view. He drove up the driveway and chose to park in front of the ‘factory’ instead of trying to park in the underground parking garage which would certainly freak Vee out.

“Just looks like a creepy abandoned factory,” Vee commented, eyeing the old concrete building with its boarded over windows. “It’s almost too perfectly abandoned,” he said, eyes narrowed. Smart boy.

“Ready?” Patton asked.

Vee still looked nervous, but he nodded determinedly after a moment and exited the car. Patton followed him. He let Vee lead the way up the gravel path to the entrance of the building. He studied the door for a couple of minutes and then pushed it slowly open. Patton was sure at this point that someone downstairs had probably noticed them and would come up to greet them soon.

Vee was looking around himself with suspicious eyes. “Okay,” he said. “What do we do now?”

“Probably just wait to see if anyone comes to meet us,” Patton said.

Vee started poking around a bit. “It’s pretty clean for an abandoned factory,” he said.

“Mmhmm,” Patton replied.

He considered a couple of panels near the door and Patton observed him, curious about what he’d do. He made a startled noise when one of the panels came off. “Oops,” he said. He peered into the hole he’d just made. “Well… that’s not good. Whoever put that camera there is probably not going to be happy with me.”

Patton had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. The person who put that camera there would not.

Vee set the broken panel back against the wall. It hung off of it awkwardly. “At least we know there really is someone here and it’s not just an abandoned factory.”

“That is good,” Patton agreed. Just then there was a soft ding which Patton identified as the hidden elevator the room over.

Vee’s head shot up to look in the direction of the sound, and the boy shuffled closer to Patton.

Logan himself rounded the corner after a moment and looked over at them with his lips pursed and looking especially cross. “How is it,” he asked, “that you always do exactly what I need you to do in the most irritating and inconvenient way possible?”

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