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Taking into account that picture of the main 4 on New Years Eve in 1925, meaning that Colin Robinson was 4-5 years old in the picture
I have a headcanon that Colin is gonna come out as a baby from his goopy corpse and over the course of days/weeks/months or even a whole year (or two) Colin rapidly grows back into adult hood, which is a typical cycle for energy vampires
and invoking the rules from Fantasy High (in which a character is part phoenix), Colin has absolutely no memory of his previous life, but may be able to get back to some same degree by looking through the journals and posts of his old life.
HYPOTHETICALLY, saying all this would be true, this would be Colin's first or maybe only second rotation in a new body
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walkingtaetrash · 3 years
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THOUGHTS ON GILMORE GIRLS:
i have so much to say y’all regarding gilmore girls. I LOVE this show. i have a very tension filled hatred for some parts but most of all LOVE.
after watching seven whole seasons of these girls lives, i have to say i truly understand the complexities of these characters. we’re not even gonna get into the years of a our lives thing, no this is about the freaking original. god, the amount of shit that rory did, lorelai did, chris did, luke did, emily and richard, I MEANNNN god it’s a lot
1. Rory.
gosh this girl was so frustratingly annoying. a perfect gem and pearl in the first year, and then later she becomes a nuisance. but what i truly see is her finally getting out of that naivety/handholding/dewy eyed phase and onto things like being a teen. this girl really stole a boat and got it on her record and what i hated about the show is that they never bring it up again. like that def affected her getting into places bUT NOOOOO. they wanna paint her out as some saint. i think the only sympathy i have to her behavior is that she was growing into who she was. i thought thank goodness Jess screamed at the girl to go back to yale because Logan wasn’t gonna do it!! gosh the whole relationships this girls gone thru, ruining deans marriage, cheating on logan with jess and making jess sad, going back to logan again and again after he treated her like crap? like NO honey that’s toxicityyyyyy. anyways she was annoying but at the end i love her.
2. lorelai.
I LOVE THIS WOMAN. no matter how many times she screwed up i could never stop loving this woman. does this mean i have bias ? YES. sorry y’all. i just related so much to these two. the dynamic of a single mom and her kid spoke so much to me and my mom. but also i am not like lor and rory, i’m more like lor and emily. i have the same mommy issues, caffeine addiction, and a incessant need to ramble on about god knows what. i do not have the sexy, charming wit she has, but i do think i’m funny and i talk a lot (i mean look at this long ass text post) BUT she’s just so beautiful and wonderful. she went thru so much for rory and made her into the kid she is today and just was so understanding. i wish she gave emily grace but at the end like i truly get why she was always so frustrated. there were times where she was excessive but damn it i get her. i love her and luke. why tf did jason happen. also the chris marriage so nasty, but all in all she deserves love and to be cherished.
3. luke
this man holds my heart gosh damn it, i love him. i don’t know why april came into his life, maybe to add some spice. i think he never would’ve forgotten to wear a condom lowkey he’s so responsible. but hey, whatever the show includes. i think he handled that part so well tho , and only fighting for partial custody , i truly loved that. he didn’t wanna make it a big thing cause he knows that april needs her mom, but i thought it was rude that Anna (ew), someone who knew Luke’s character, and knows what kind of guy he is, would not tell him he had a kid. and then expects him not wanna be a dad? like he is the ultimate “i wanna make sure everything’s done right on my end, i’ll always do what i think is right” type of guy. he did that with jess i mean come on. i love his anger about things cause it reminds me of my own dad, and like i wish there was more complexity to him, but i think he repetitive nature suited him. he had a lot of chaos in his life and tranquility in the small things in life like routine and filling the salt shakers really helped him feel grounded and have a sense of control. i love him, the most caring dude in the world, and i would want him on my side in a war.
4. dean
we gotta start somewhere for rory’s boyfriends. i think he was a good first boyfriend, treated her right, but goSH DAMN IT HE WAS SO FUCKING ANNOYING LATER ON. see i even started watching gilmore girls cause jared padalecki was in it, and i was so awestruck by it cause of the characters but DAMN if a character could be even more annoying. dean was not into the things rory was into and they had no spark, but they had comfortability and it was sweet and he helped lorelai out a lot and treated her good, but he legit was so clingy and all that shit later on. and like he wasn’t even trying wiyh life with her in it either and it just frustrated me. he messed up a marriage for her, it’s so wrong man. like ugh.
5. jess
if i could hug someone i would hug him omg. he looks like he smells like those manly colognes, books, and hair products but the fruit scented kind like coconuts and berries that he’s embarrassed to tell you about. gosh he is such a character. i love him so much and he went thru so much as a kid and i wish he never had that scene of pressuring rory cause that was a HUGE ick but all in all, he just had to go to therapy and know he could make it big. i wish they input his story more and that whole outfit at the poetry house thing was vomit, the hair and goatee made me choke i was like this aint you bby boy, but alas they had to make him look like those 2000 poet guys (i mean it was in the 2000’s but i digress) it just wasn’t his leather jacket and jeans look i missed. he was the one who understood rory in all her creative mess. he was the one to spark up that drive for yale again and told her to pursue whatever she wanted (granted i didn’t like how he showed up at her dorm and was like let’s run away together) but he was there for her in the ways he could. he had so much trauma tho that i think it was best they let go of each other and i think if they found each other again later and pursued it it would be beautiful.
6. logan.
i hated him at first yall. i’m so sorry i really did. he was a player, immature, immoral, and annoyingly right about things. rory did not need his influence. they stole a boat together, he wanted her to be out of her comfort zone yes but damn to what extreme? i think after he matured up, it was so beautiful tho. i hate to admit it but i love him now. he grew on me, he truly started caring for rory in a responsible way, he started working, he started realizing he could lose rory, and in the end it was sad she didn’t accept but he took it like a champ. i think he was so ready for it cause he loved her but he couldn’t have expected her to drop all her career options and just go with him to san francisco. i think he should’ve known her well enough but i also get why he didn’t wanna do long distance. i think he connected with her very well. in the way that pointed out her ICKS she never knew she had. she also was a trust fund baby with a rich family and is at Yale and doesn’t have to work through college. i hated that she never acknowledged that and thought she was some fucking hard worker. like yes you study a lot ma’am but you don’t work you’re not someone who knows what it’s like to worry about rent the next day. like damn she had a mom and she had her pool house shit and i also think it was so ungrateful the way she acted towards emily and richard. like they did so much shit for her and she took it for granted. yes they can be extreme but rory needs to be nicer. she is literally another pompous kid who attended an ivy league and she acted so high and mighty in that article ugh. anyways logan was able to show her that hey you have flaws too don’t think you’re perfect but also showed her her TRUE potential. he wanted her on a newspaper and wanted her things to excel and was there with her every step of the way. paid for an apartment, dor a car, and i feel she never really acknowledged that. it was frustrating. but he was frustrating in ways too with the bridesmaid things and the player things and the gambling with Colin and Finn (why did they exist) and yeah. but anyways 9/10
7. christopher hayden.
can i say i fully loathe this man? HATE. i despISE this man. the amount of times he messed up? the amount of times he broke rory and lorelai’s heart?? TOO MANY. he’s a dumb dad and he acts stupid with GG too and i stand by it and sherry is a bitch but damn oh damn did chris get himself in shit. lorelai was ready to marry him and be with him and he went to sherry. SHERRY DIDNT EVEN WANT THE KID. well she did and then it came by and she didn’t and then she left and that was confusing asf. cause she was over here talking rory’s ear off about chris and kids she was the most annoying character ever. hated her . BUT I HATE CHRIS MORE. then lorelai dated luke and pushed her and expected her to be with him and it to be fine. no. and thank god they split but damn the hurt lorelai went thru? it’s embarrassing when luke is the one at the hospital for lor’s dad instead of the husband. anyways it was stupud of him to always try. and then like mess it up between him and rory and act like a dad when he was barely there for her, but either way i’m happy he paid for yale and he’s out of their lives as much as he was in it.
8. emily.
EMILY MY LOVE. you are so stubborn and so conceited but damn do you love your family to the moon and back. this woman was a wife through and through and i have so much respect for her and it’s so weird because i’d never want that for me and it’s so traditional but she’s such a caring woman. only for her blood tho it’s so funny the way she could care less about those around her. um, i hate the rich things ya know the “status, and being poised” thibg but i have to realize it’s becaus of how she was raised and what she was taught was correct. i think lorelai never deserved that uobringing but i think emily tried her best in what she knew. and she tried to be better and wanted to be included in rory and lorelai’s life. even if she was always annoyed by lorelai’s jokes, she knew that was their dynamic and i loved that lorelai agreed to friday night dinners even after rory left it meant so much to her. and i love emily. she loves lorelai so much in her weird and twisted way, she does. that girl would kill for lorelai. i’d move mountains for this woman
9. richard
i needed time to get used to him at the beginning of the season but later on i found that i loved him too. the loving at first about the rory cryibg about yale thing was cute cause it was his first “i’m your grandpa i’d do anything and spoil you silly” event he ever experienced but it was so intense and i totally understood why he coddled her. i wish he didn’t cause it caused all the problems but it was necessary to see his love for her was strong.
they had to find ways in connecting in the beginning with the golf and the hat and books and all that but rory and richard were so close and i love that man. at the end, he saw no use in fighting with lorelai and even laughed at her jokes and was a mediator between emily and lor and the heart attack def did shit to him for him to say he knew lorelai was adored because she turned out to be a great person and that’s why the town loved her, it wa all so cute. i think at the end of the seasons we grow to love richard and emily so much so that we forget all the bad things they did.
kirk.
100000/10 he’s amazing i never would give him up.
enough daid, this show is great i love the complexities and i love the dynamic, the jokes, (some are problematic like the body shaming, r word, culture stereotyping, and sexuality jokes) i think that it was a great show focused on plot. i hated the first episode of the life thing the spin off i forget what it’s called, but you know. they made a lot of “spanish i don’t speak spanish” jokes and there’s barely still any diversity in the cast, and the jokes are so bad like they’re trying to be accepting of the lgbtq+ community but they made jokes so many times in season 7 that it can’t be ignored and like the amount of times they are so stereotypical to the asian community like “rory’s trip to asia”? like that whole episode was so rude with the hello kitty sign, but like idk
it’s a complicated show, i loved it and hated it, i have a love relationship with it that includes such tension it’s toxic. like i’m even hispanic and the whole bit of them not knowing soanish nor thinking they can learn a bit (idk as a inn owner maybe pick up a language/trade?) is not even that effecting to me cause i know them as characters on the show and the girls we grew to love are not like that at all. idk it’s so weird. idk y’all. anyways i finsihed it thank goodness now someone pls recommend new shows :))))
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linerwriter · 4 years
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Proliferation
Part 1 and Part 2
The (hopefully) thrilling conclusion to the idea that took almost a year to finish! If this was on AO3 and I could see a date to when it was last edited, I would be ashamed.
An edited version will also be going up on AO3, if you are interested in seeing that. I do not know when it will be coming out, but hopefully before next year. I will be posting a link when it is up if anyone is interested.
TW: suicidal thoughts and trauma are expressed. If you wish to skip, it is from “Because I’m tired, Twilight” to “So how can I help you believe it?”
A week had passed since Wild’s attack, a week of tense silence and many excuses. Wild had woken up the house a few more times since then, but had still refused to elaborate on the reasons why. The only person he accepted to know was Zelda, and she was even tougher to crack.
“I’m really sorry, Mr. Time, but if you want to know, you need to ask Link yourself. It’s not my place to share someone else’s trauma.” Zelda said after Time tried to grill her for information. She slumped down, “I’ve tried my best to get him to open up, but he’s adamant on not doing that.”
Time sighed, “I understand, Princess. Just try your best to help him, okay?” She nodded and proceeded to leave the room, stopping at the entryway to look back at him.
“If you can find any way to help him, please do. And please, call me Zelda.”
Time smiled, “Of course, Zelda.” She smiled back and finally left the room, her short golden hair bouncing with her. He turned toward the other person in the room, the furry gray pelt seeming somehow deflated. Time could see the way Twilight’s eyes took on a more defeated tone than before they spoke to Zelda.
“Why?” Twilight whispered, “Why does he not want us to help him?”
Time closed his eye with a sigh, “I don’t know, cub. Perhaps he’s spoken to Malon about it?”
“But she would’ve told us by now if he did,” Twilight guessed. Time nodded silently, sitting down heavily in a chair. The two mingled in silence, an oppressive feeling in the air. It was broken when Twilight asked,
“How much longer until he breaks, Time?”
Time stared out the window, a helpless feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time creeping into his heart. “I don’t know.”
Their answer came later that night. It was decided that they were going to leave the next morning to meet with Time’s Zelda, and possibly leave Wild’s Zelda there to learn about the history of Hyrule that had been lost to the ages. 
The group had decided to head outside after dinner to enjoy the stars. They had set up a campfire and had taken turns sharing stories, regaling the others with quests of honor and mistakes. After Wind had shared about the first time he climbed out of a boat after sailing for a long time, which had led to many laughs, everyone turned to the duo glued together.
“You’ve must have done something dumb at one point, Wild.” Legend goaded the scarred hero, “Come on, tell us!”
Zelda giggled quietly, “I remember at one point, he tried to fly across Hyrule with some minecarts. He got to the Thundra Plateau and was zapped out of the sky!”
Wild smiled faintly, “And I seem to remember the time you thought you picked up a sword and it was really the bones of a dead bokoblin. You screamed so loud you woke up half of the forest.”
“Ugh.” Four wrinkled his nose, “I’m with you there, Princess.”
Zelda shuddered, “Never again. And like I’ve said, please, call me Zelda.”
“It’s kind of confusing to call you that, though, isn’t it? We all have our own Zeldas, so how do we know which one we’re talking about?”
Zelda hummed, “I see your point. A nickname, perhaps? You can give one to every Zelda you end up meeting.”
“That sounds like a good plan. What would you like to be called, Zelda?” Malon said warmly from beside Time.
Zelda thought for a moment, “Scientist, perhaps?”
Warriors shook his head, “Too stiff.”
“How about Bones? From how much you screamed at some?” Legend snickered.
Twilight saw the subtle flinch Wild made at the suggestion. He exchanged a look with Time, the other looking resigned. Zelda took his hand and said softly, “Maybe not that one.”
The naming went on for a few more minutes, the nicknames getting closer and closer but still not perfect. Zelda was clutching Wild’s hand tightly, looking at his blank expression every so often. Finally, they got to the point where everyone was quiet, listening to the crackle of the fire and thinking. It ended when a voice spoke up.
“Flora,” Wild said shortly, “Her name is Flora.” Then he left the group.
Twilight followed.
“Wild.”
“I’m fine, Twilight.”
“Are you sure?” Twilight raised an eyebrow at Wild’s back, “You don’t seem fine to me.”
“I’m fine, Twilight, now will you please leave me alone?”
“No, cub, because you’re very obviously not ‘fine’.”
Wild finally stopped walking to throw his hands up into the air, “Goddesses, Twilight, I’m fine! I just wanted to leave!”
“Yes, you’re fine and you didn’t just leave the group for no reason.” Twilight sighed, “Wild, I know. Whenever you say you’re fine, you’re never fine.”
“Oh? And how are you so sure?”
“Would you like a list?”
Wild breathed in slowly in annoyance. His voice was measured and clipped as he said, “I am okay, Twilight. You can go back to the group now.”
“Uh, no, I’m not.” Twilight crossed his arms as his voice became more serious, “Cub, I’ve seen you this entire week. You’re tense, constantly searching the surroundings for an exit. You’ve had nightmares multiple times this week, and yet, the only person allowed to help you is Flora.” With each word, Twilight saw Wild’s shoulders lower further and further, until he looked like a hedgehog. He continued lowly, “You don’t laugh anymore. You don’t smile. You react to a joke, sure, but it’s never genuine. Once the attention is off of you, you shut down.”
“Th-that’s…”
“I’m not the only one that’s noticed, Wild. Everyone has.” Wild whipped his head up in surprise, “They just know there’s no point in trying.”
Silence. Wild’s hands started to wring together, his head lowered to the ground. Twilight looked at him, his eyes boring into the smaller man’s head. 
“When will you tell me what happened, Wild?”
“I can’t,” came a wretched whisper.
“Why?” Twilight’s question was calm.
“Because it’s easier for me to keep my head down and ignore it.”
“Bullshit!” Twilight’s anger was starting to manifest outside of his mind. “You ignore it because it’s easier? When have we ever done that?!”
“Because I’m tired, Twilight!” Wild finally swung his eyes toward Twilight’s, who could see the pain and misery etched into them. “I’m sick and tired of being those deities plaything! For over a hundred years, I have been forced to do what they told me to, and at this point, I don’t care anymore. If this kills me, then so be it. I welcome it, even!”
“Don’t you dare say that!”
“And why can’t I? Because you care about me?” Wild’s voice started to steadily rise. “Do you know what it feels like to have your entire beliefs questioned? To know that because you just weren’t good enough, everything fell apart? I had to retrain myself to be worthy of the Master Sword, Twi, you know this! I was the one responsible for what happened when the Calamity came. I was the reason why it turned out the way it did. I WAS THE REASON WHY THEY’RE DEAD!”
So, Twilight thought, that’s what this is about. He watched numbly as Wild fell to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably. With a faint sigh, he stood and crouched down next to his friend, rubbing his back gently. 
“...Do you wanna know why me and Zelda are always so close together?” Wild’s question came out quiet and defeated.
Twilight’s response was just as quiet. “Sure.”
The smaller man took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “D-down there, there were some monsters that liked to play with our minds. They could manipulate the way we perceived the world, make us see things that weren’t real.” His voice dropped to a whisper, “At one point, I thought Zelda had been killed.”
“And since they can’t replicate the Goddess’s light, you took to being close to one another to make sure it was real,” Twilight guessed with a sinking heart.
Wild nodded his head dumbly, staring at the fire. Twilight sighed again, “It’s okay to ask for help, you know. I’m always here, so is Time. You don’t have to keep it bottled up inside.”
“I don’t want to be a burden.”
“You’re not a burden.”
“There’s a difference between knowing and believing, Twilight!” Wild snapped.
“So how can I help you believe it?” Twilight asked gently, “‘Cause you aren’t, Wild, and you never were. I guarantee you, if I go around to everyone in this group and ask if you are a burden, they would say no. You cook for us, you hunt for us, you make everyone worry whenever you do some death-defying stunt and come out alive at the end!” He shook his head, “Asking for help doesn’t make you a burden, Wild. It means you’re willing to start respecting yourself and allowing yourself to heal.”
Wild sniffed, “You really think so?”
“I know so.” Twilight took a moment to compose himself, “You know my journey. You know what happened during it. You know the trauma and fear it gave me; for years, I carried that around with me, unwilling to bare myself to the world and accept the love and kindness the people around me were desperately trying to give. It took Zelda finally knocking some sense into me to realize that keeping it to myself wasn’t good, it was harmful.”
“Did she really?” Wild turned his big blue eyes toward Twilight for a moment, a sparkle so curious it reminded Twilight of Colin.
He smiled ruefully, “Took a good smack at me.” He wagged a finger at Wild, causing the younger man to giggle, “Never offend a Zelda, they have a mean right hook. You should know that better than anyone.”
Wild nodded, the last of his tears drying up, “I wouldn’t dare.”
“Good, you’re smarter than me. Anyway,” Twilight became serious again, “you can’t keep bottling yourself up, pup. Do you have to share everything that happened right away? No, that would be cruel. But if something is wrong, like what happened last week, then you gotta say something. Even if it’s as simple as ‘I’m feeling sad today, can I have a hug?’ No one will blame you. Got it?”
Wild nodded again, “Got it. Can I have a hug right now?”
Twilight’s face softened, “Of course you can, pup. Come on, bring it in.” He opened his arms wide, giving the younger man a big bear (wolf) hug. Wild relaxed into the hold, breathing in the comforting scent of his pseudo-older brother. 
The two broke apart a few moments later, after Wild finally felt better for the first time in months. He took a deep breath, “Can I tell you a bit about what happened down there?”
Twilight very carefully didn’t react, “Whatever you want, Wild. And while we’re on that, mind telling me about the arm?” He gestured towards Wild’s limb, “It’s a bit more… glowy than before.”
Wild laughed lightly, “Sure. It all started when…”
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intothewickedwood · 3 years
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Once Upon A Time Rewatch: 5x11 Swan Song
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Wow. Selling your kids into slavery, just wow!
Wait, how did Rumple get the wavy sword. Is that the wavy sword?
I can’t wait for Emma to stop being the Dark One, oh my God.
Wait, why is Zelena so sure the Dark Ones won’t attack her?
Robin, that pointy arrow isn’t gonna do anything against the Dark Ones. 
Why doesn’t Regina just teleport them away??
Aaah! Get away from Snowing!
Henry, run!
Why can’t they just stay away from the ferry?
This was really freaking awful of Dark Hook. I mean, even Rumple would never try to kill all his loved ones as the Dark One. What the hell?! He tried to Orphan Emma and baby Neal and kill Henry, who’s a freaking child!! This was a step too far. I don’t know what the writers were thinking here. The very fact that he tried to kill Emma’s son seems irredeemable. I don’t think a season 1-season 3 Emma would ever forgive that. I don’t even think season 4 Emma would. It’s just unrealistic that anyone would forgive their lover for trying to kill their child and parents, consumed by darkness or not. Step too far.
I think fire and brimstone is worse than the Underworld, unless you’re to be tortured like Hook. Why did Hades torture Hook so much, anyway?
Is that the only time Regina calls him Killian?
They missed such a huge opportunity, not having Regina face her victims in the underworld. It had a good possibility for growth.
It’s weird seeing Hook have power over Regina like that. 
Didn’t Colin say they did it in that carriage? Or am I misremembering? Ah well, I like to think of them having had a few sexual encounters as canon. He totally did it with Cora too.
Oh God, this is horrible!! Her whole damn family! This was beyond cruel to all those involved.
Oh yeah. When Rumple went out back to get Excalibur, didn’t he tether it to himself or something. In that moment he made the decision to become the Dark One again, I think.
How the heck did she know how to find his father? And how mean, making it part of the deal that he kill a parent too. Maybe it made her feel better that way. Wouldn’t it have been easier to control one of her guards via their heart and force them to kill her mother? Or even to control Hook with his heart?
Zelena, baby, you can’t call your kid Pistachio!! Omg. I’m headcanoning Robin Jr.’s middle name to be Pistachio!
Regina really doesn’t like those name options lol.
“The withered knob of that sad old man.” Oh my God!! I’m screaming!!!!
BULLCRAP!! No your memory does not freaking serve because you have to use dark freaking magic to control that wand and your magic wasn’t dark enough!! It’s nothing to do with power or believing in yourself, what the hell?! Regina must have done some dark crap recently to get that thing to work.
Zelena, just teleport away!
Zelena, noooo! Gonna miss her! She made this arc bearable! 
Killian, for God’s sake. Do something! Reverse it somehow!
How does he know that’s not Liam? I guess the straight hair?
He left more than a century ago. Killian is over one hundred years old at this point! I worked it out with the help of Baelfire arriving in Victorian England after Big Ben was created and Killian is at the very least 130 years old at this point in time! The timeline this season has been horrendous!
It’s very weird that that nurse ‘fell in love’ with a sleeping patient she’s never even communicated with and kissed him.
All this for freaking revenge. Leave the Charming’s alone!
I’m sorry? He doesn’t wanna hurt her?? He doesn’t wanna hurt her?? He wants to kill her entire freaking family! How is that not going to hurt her?
He’s doing this to get revenge on Rumple or Emma? Both? He’s saying he owes Emma, well then why doesn’t he just kill Rumple? Revenge achieved! He didn’t have to bring her family into this.
Killian: “And now because of that you get to watch everyone you live die.” Back the hell off!! Rumple had the darkness for years and he never would have killed Belle’s loved ones to spite her! Sure he would have killed her father but never out of spite for the person he loves!
Dark cs is so freaking toxic.
Killian: “Enjoy the time you have left with your family.” Get the hell out! Beyond evil! Nothing angers me like this episode! This was the final nail in the coffin for my love for cs. There was just no coming back from this in my opinion, especially because he acted perfectly normal before he remembered he was the Dark One.
Oh no!
How does Robin know the fairies will take Neal. What if no one thinks to look in the diner and he starves!!
Tbh I need to read an au where Emma raises her brother due to all this, though it will hurt like hell!
Henry: “So this is really it.” Hook (smiling): “I’m afraid it is, lad.” I am going to swear!! This is so unforgivable!
It is kinda out of order that he called his third son Liam after what he did to the first. It does kinda seem like he’s replacing him. 
That felt unnecessary. He just orphaned his little brother! He could have at least have made sure he was taken care of. How did Liam II age so much, anyway? I guess he wasn’t affected by the curse and wasn’t under Cora’s time freezing bubble somehow.
He should have absorbed the Dark One’s into the sword in the freaking first place!!
He did a 180 so fast.
How you gonna kiss him after he just tried to kill your whole family??! This was the first step in their relationship where they would just forgive each other for anything, no matter how toxic and would put their relationship above absolutely everything else, to the detriment of relationships with family. Like, he could quite literally kill her son and she’d probably forgive him.
Thank God! Emma got rid of that ridiculous outfit and hairstyle!! I am gonna cry happy tears for days!!
Aww. Henry called Belle!
Belle to Rumple: “you lied to me again! *makes out with him*. For the first time you were truly selfless.” Wtf Belle?! Did you not outright refuse to leave Storybrooke so you could get killed by a giant bear the other day because it was the ‘brave thing to do’, but then when your friends were in danger it was okay for Rumple to lie to you and tell you to leave? That makes no sense! This is kinda ooc and unrealistic. But then, is it ooc? It’s certainly the quickest she’s had a change of heart. And didn’t you just say you had to protect your heart from him like yesterday? I will never understand this woman. What a puzzle to the rest of us is Belle. Is she on drugs?
She can still hear the dagger!
I don’t get it. Didn’t Excalibur crumble? 
Rumple, why??
That small vile of magic was hella convenient!
Rumple has Emma’s power as well as every other Dark One’s. Wow! 
They are all bananas going to the underworld. Leaving their babies without parents for what could be forever! And taking Henry (a child!) to the freaking underworld where they might never come back and Rumple literally just said it was a place worse than hell, where you’d beg for death!
Fun family trip to hell!
Their feet are gonna get wet.
Emma, you’re still talking like that! Please, I beg of you, stap it!
Hell no. You do not get to take “I will always find you.”!
Thank God this arc is over!! At least the next one’s a little better, I think.
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Take On Me (Otis Milburn x Reader) (Sex Education)
A/N: THIS TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE OMG. OKAY UMMMM THANK YOU FOR 300 FOLLOWERS. I KINDA CRIED BECAUSE YOU’RE ALL SO AMAZING. ANYWAY...here’s some smut :) hehehehe! This was SUPER requested. The title is based on the Aha song of the same name. My friends tell me I look like the girl who dances to this song in that vine...so if you ever wanna know what I look like, I kinda look like her??? ANYWAY... I hope you alllll enjoy :) Thank you for all the love and support <3 xxxxx (oh and Colin Ritman smut is up next LOL BYE)
Summary: You and Otis decide that it’s time to take things to the next step in your relationship....for the first time...SMUT!
Warnings: SMUT. SMUT. SMUT. language...fluff...yeppers. 
Word Count: 2,124
Also...I made a part two that I’ll link here!
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You walk down the road, your hand in his, giggling, talking about anything and everything that comes to your mind. Your yellow sundress sways in the wind, a smile plastered across your face.
“I mean you’re lying if you say you wouldn’t kill to go back to 1979 and see Joy Division live!” Otis says, his ocean eyes glowing in the moonlight. You stare into them, drowning wave after wave. 
“Well sure, but what about Lou and Bowie?” You say back, arching a brow in Otis’s direction. He nods, agreeing. “You rather see Joy Division, don’t you?” You ask, laughing a bit. You knew when Otis was holding something back from you. You could see it in his eyes, or simply in the way he held himself. He gets fidgety and restless. 
“O-okay w-well m-maybe. Yes. I’d rather see Joy Division,” Otis says finally, an apologetic smile spreading across his face. 
He was too cute to even care that he disagreed with you. “Oh well,” You say, pausing, throwing your hands up in surrender. “I guess I just have better taste than you.” You giggle loudly. 
“Guess I’ll just have to accept that my girlfriend is far cooler than I ever will be,” Otis says back, throwing his hands up to meet yours, grabbing them softly. He plants a kiss on your forehead, and you hum with pleasure. It was little moments like these that made your heart sing, no matter how innocent or small. 
You two continuing walking, your hand still in his. Otis had been your boyfriend for about two months, but you and he had been friends for much longer. Everything seemed so perfect, except for one thing. 
Sex. 
It wasn’t necessarily taboo in your relationship, you and Otis had talked about it before, but, you were a virgin, and so was he. Obviously, there was no problem with that. But you had both gotten to the point where you genuinely wanted each other. Otis was over his intimacy issues, thanks to you, and you felt like you were ready to take your relationship to the next step. 
You see Otis’s house up a head, the massive, red, Queen Anne style home still vibrant in the dark of night. A few lights are still on inside the house, but it was likely that Otis’s mother had gone to bed. It was late. Stars hang carefully in the night sky, dancing over a round, full moon. The trees sway in the crisp summer wind. Otis stops for a second, taking both your hands in his. 
“Do you want to, m-maybe, c-come inside?” Otis asks nervously, biting his lip. You can’t help but smile. 
“Yeah, yeah I’d like that,” You say, pulling him along the path as you walk forward. He stumbles a bit, tripping over his own feet as he catches up with you. Eventually you two approach the front door. 
Otis puts a finger to his lips, cautioning you to be quiet. You nod your head in response. Otis slowly opens the door, trying to make as little noise as possible. The door creeks loudly, and Otis’s turquoise eyes fling open widely, filling with anxiety. You let out a small giggle, covering your mouth immediately after, trying to suppress your laughter. Normally, sneaking around was “sexy”, but not with Otis. He was so adorable, so cute. 
“Now that’s not fair. My sneaking skills are quite good, ya know,” Otis whispers, a smirk plastered on his face. You smile, shaking your head in disbelief. Then, Otis grabs your hand, pulling you swiftly into the dimly light house. He shuts the door behind you, and guides you up the stairs and into his room. 
You somehow successfully reach Otis’s room without banging into anything, or worse, waking his mother up. He closes the door to his room, and slides the brass lock into place. 
Your eyes gloss over his room. His bed sat in the center of the attic like space, the walls covered in different band posters. You spot a giant Joy Division poster next to his bed, and a The Stranglers poster right next to that. 
On the other side of the room was a bookcase, holding Otis’s extensive collection of records and books. You walk over to the case, scanning to see which records he had. Not to your surprise, the boy had everything from Arcade Fire, to Arctic Monkeys, to the Beatles, to Nirvana.  
The room screamed Otis. It was a perfect personification of his personality, and you loved it. 
Otis smiles at you softly, grabbing your hand again, and walking you over to the bed. He sits down on the edge of the twin mattress, and you sit down next to him. Otis looks deeply into your eyes, his aquamarine gaze filling your stomach with excitement. Your heart flutters in your chest. 
“I know that we’ve been talking a lot about…” Otis trails off. He swallows harshly, his Adam’s apple bopping in his throat. “W-well about sex. If you don’t feel comfortable with this I completely unders-,” 
You cut him off before he can finish his sentence. “I want this, Otis. I really do.”
“A-are you sure?” He asks, arching a brow. 
“Yes, I’m positive.”
Without any hesitation, Otis’s hands come up to cup your cheeks, and he pulls you into a hungry kiss. His tongue brushes against your top lip, asking for permission to enter. You part your lips slightly, as his tongue dances across your teeth, intertwining with your tongue every now and then. You pull apart for a second, trying to catch your breath. 
Otis breathes deeply as his hand brushes against your inner thigh, his eyes refusing to leave yours. You melt under his touch. He slowly moves higher, searching your eyes for permission. You nod your head eagerly in response. 
His hand then makes its way closer to you core, and you whimper in anticipation. Otis slowly pushes your flowing yellow dress up. 
“I know I already asked but I just want to-,”
You cut him off again. “Otis, I want you.” He nods, pushing your dress up farther. His hand slides up your thigh again, reaching towards your heat. His thumb begins to brush against your clit over your panties, getting faster each second. 
A muffled moan escapes your lips. Otis smirks, and stops. You send a disapproving frown in his direction, but to your delight, Otis slowly begins to pull at the hem of your panties. He takes his time as he gets down on the floor, and slips them off your legs. 
You decide it’s time to turn the tables a bit. Your hand reaches across Otis’s thigh as he sits back up on the bed. You begin to palm him through his jeans. 
“F-fuck,” Otis groans loudly. You quickly put a single finger up to his lips, signaling for him to be quiet. His mother is most likely just down the hall, you think to yourself. 
Otis nods, and you continue to palm his shaft through his blue jeans, his erection growing. You slowly unzip his pants, undo his belt and pull down his jeans. You reach down to continue palming him, but he grabs your hand before you can do anything else.
“No. My turn to make you feel good,” Otis says, pushing you down on the bed. You’re shocked at Otis’s sudden confidence, but pleased nonetheless. He pulls your yellow sundress over your head, revealing your lacy bra underneath. 
“My god you're gorgeous.” Heat rises to your cheeks. 
Otis’s hand travels across your chest, down your stomach, finally resting on your heat. He begins to play with your clit again, circling the spot slowly with his thumb. 
“O-otis,” You call out, your eyes falling shut, a fire beginning to burn in the pit of your stomach. 
“Do you like that?” Otis asks, rubbing faster now. You open your eyes, nodding your head up and down eagerly. 
“Y-yes,” You mutter. You had touched yourself before, but this felt so much different. It felt amazing. Suddenly, you feel Otis’s finger slide over your wet opening. He looks to you for permission once again. “Y-yes please.” He does as you say, sliding a finger into your opening. 
“Tell me what feels good, and what doesn’t,” Otis says, his eyes wide with concern. 
“H-holy shit,” You cry out, pleasure washing over you. Otis shushes you politely, a smirk stretching across his face. “Th-this f-feels r-really g-good.”
The feeling of Otis’s finger filling you up, and his thumb toying with your clit begins to become overwhelming. You were seconds away from coming, and you knew it. 
“O-otis, I think I’m going t-to,” You stutter as Otis picks up his pace, inserting another finger, the sensation itself practically sending you over the edge. He thrusts become even faster. In, out, in out, in out.  
“Shuuuush, let go love,” Otis coos. Your walls flutter around his fingers. 
“F-fuck! Otis!” You shout, coming around his fingers. Otis lessens his pace, and pulls out of you. “M-my god that was a-amazing.” You laugh, pulling Otis closer to you. “I want you, Otis. I need you.” Otis’s jaw drops. He quickly reaches over to the nightstand next to him, grabbing a condom from the drawer. He unwraps the packaging, slowly slipping the condom over his hard cock.
You hurriedly pull off his shirt, kissing him passionately at any chance you get. You yank down Otis’s boxers, revealing his hard member. Otis takes his erected cock into his hand, looking to your eyes one more time for permission. You nod your head in response as he lines himself up with your entrance. 
Suddenly, Otis’s cock fills pushes through your folds and inside of you. 
“Oh sh-shit,” Otis mutters, burying his head in your neck, and then pushing himself up again. 
“H-holy f-fuck,” You cry out, tears rushing to your eyes. You knew it would feel different than fingering yourself, or how Otis had just fingered you, but this was different than what you expected. It hurt, but just for a second. After some time, the pain began to subside. Otis waits a minute, making sure you’ve adjusted to his size. 
“A-are you alright?” Otis asks, brushing your cheek with his hand. 
“Y-yes,” You mutter. 
“Are you sure. We can stop if you don’t want to go any further,” Otis says, his voice kind and reassuring. 
“No, I want this. I want you,” You say back to him, passion in your eyes. Otis nods, and begins to thrust in and out of you gently. The pain erases itself, and is replaced by total and utter pleasure. “F-fuck Otis.”
“(Y/N),” Otis hums as he quickens his pace. His cock was hard. It felt so good. “M-my g-god you’re so f-fucking wet,” Otis coos. His words alone could make you come. 
Otis’s hand reaches down to your clit, and he begins to toy with it again. You dig your fingernails into his back, practically ready to scream in pleasure as he draws circles at your heat. Otis begins to lose his rhythm, his thrusts becoming extremely sloppy.
“I’m, I’m g-going to c-come,” Otis cries out shakily as a fire pools in your lower abdomen. 
“M-me too,” You breath heavily. Your walls tighten around Otis’s pulsating cock. “Otis!” You cry out, coming around him. 
“Oh-oh fuck,” Otis moans, letting go, thrusting deeply into you one last time.
Otis pulls out of your opening, crashing down on the bed, next to you. You lay there for some time, not saying anything, just enjoying each other’s company.
“That was…” You trail off. “Absolutely perfect.” You turn on your side to face Otis. He’s beaming with joy. He reaches a hand to your face, pushing the hair out of your eyes. 
“Yeah, just like you,” He smirks, wrapping his arms around you and pulling the covers over you two. 
“I love you, Otis,” You whisper into his ear. 
“I love you, (Y/N),” Otis murmurs. Your eyes flutter closed, and open again, becoming heavy with sleep. You press your face into Otis’s chest, pressing kisses there. 
“You know you aren’t just some guy in the corner, right? You’re special. You’re so fucking special,” You say, looking up to him. His diamond eyes meet your gaze. 
“And you know you’re more important and more beautiful than every star in the galaxy, right?” You smile against his chest, pressing a kiss on his collarbone. 
You really did love that boy, far more than words could ever say.  
Far more than anything else. 
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Private Lives Chapter Twelve
Title: Private Lives Chapter Twelve
Author:  Kat
Reader Gender:  Female (Y/N Hastings)
Word Count: ~2300
Series Summary: Jensen Ackles is an incredible actor. You’re taking a break from being a doctor to figure out what to do with your life. When your worlds crash together, what secrets will be revealed?
Warnings:   This fic will have feels, okay? It’s going to be a drama.
Chapter Warnings: Talk of spousal abuse
Catch Up HERE
A/N:  This chapter took a long time to get out and I am sorry for that, but I hope you like this surprise chapter! I’ve been extremely busy between work, wedding planning, and doctors visits trying to figure out what is wrong, but I have been thinking of you ALL! Much love and please enjoy!
ADDITIONAL NOTE: Thank you to all who submitted names to me. The two names chosen were Oliver and Laurel! 
Character: Jensen Ackles
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“Thanks, Mom!” I yelled, darting forward and wrapping my arms around Y/N. Suddenly I realized what I had said and my heart started pounding in my chest.
I pulled away and looked between Dad and Y/N nervously. At that moment, Gen, Jared, Tom and Shep came in.
“It smells wonderful!” Gen said happily.
Y/N turned toward them and managed a weak, “Thanks, Gen!”
I rushed behind her and ran out of the kitchen quickly, my heart still beating rapidly. Tears filled my eyes as I reached the stairs. I ran up the stairs, tripped on the landing of the second floor and stayed on my knees, trying to sort out my feelings.
Voices from the first floor drifted up. It was Y/N and Dad. I moved so I was sitting against the wall and listened, even though I knew the conversation was supposed to be private.
“A dog?!” Dad snapped in a half whisper. “Don't you think it would have been a good idea to talk about it first?”
“Talk about what, Jensen? He just wants a dog,” Y/N said, sounding annoyed.
“A dog that will eat, and need walked, and will tear up the house, and bark, and needs its shit cleaned up. That's a big fucking decision, Y/N!” The whisper had risen a few notes at the end. My eyes grew wide as I realized this was turning into a full-blown argument. I hadn't meant to cause a fight.
“Jensen. It's a dog. Thatcher needs a companion when you're gone and I'm working twelve hour days. The rest falls into place! Why is this such a big deal?” Y/N snapped back.
“Because it's MY son and it's a big decision! I think I should have some say!”
“Jensen, I think you’re overreacting just a little!”
I readied myself in case I needed to step in. Jensen was my dad, but I also wasn't going to let him hurt Y/N.
“I’m not the one making huge decisions all by myself!” His voice had risen even more. Y/N’s response was so soft I had to strain to hear her.
“I didn’t think it would matter too much since you’re gone most of the year and I’d be the one taking care of it. In case you hadn’t noticed, YOUR son could use a friend!”
I could hear Y/N stalk back down the hallway and then the slamming of the door that led to the garage. Slowly, I walked down the stairs. Jensen- Dad- was still standing near the bottom of the stairs. I didn't know what to say.
“Dad?” The word still felt strange on my tongue. The only other man I'd ever called Dad was Dominick, my mother’s boyfriend when I was about seven. Mom and Dominick had forced me to call him Dad. He was a terrible man.
Dad jumped, startled, and turned towards me.
“I'm sorry,” I pleaded, not sure what else to say.
“No, don't-don't be sorry. You just startled me,” he said, wiping a hand across his face. He looked stressed.
“No. No, I mean- I didn't mean to cause you to fight,” I whispered, finding an interesting spot on the ground to look at.
“Hey, now,” he said, I felt his hand on my shoulder. He waited a moment, “look at me, Kiddo.” I looked up. Dad looked so concerned and it made me feel even worse.
“I'm sorry,” I said lamely, feeling tears pricking my eyes again. I felt so ridiculous and I willed the tears away. That just seemed to make them worse.
“Come here, Thatch,” Dad said, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a strong hug. “Us fighting is not your fault, okay? It's mine.”
“I just-” My throat closed and cut off my words.
“Love you very much, Thatch. Don't worry about me and Y/N, we’ll be okay.”
I broke from the hug and ran upstairs to my room. I felt overwhelmed and confused. Things here with Jensen- Dad- all love and hugs and everything is okay. I sat down on the floor, back against the side of my bed. I wrapped my arms around my middle for comfort like I used to when I was younger. The door opened a crack and Dad stuck his head in.
“You okay? You seem rattled.”
I started to nod, but then shook my head, not wanting to lie.
“I'm just not used to it,” I mumbled. He walked the rest of the way into the room and sat down on the floor next to me.
“You wanna talk about it?” He asked, somewhat uncomfortably. I remained silent for a couple minutes, gathering my thoughts in my head.
“When I turned like seven, my mom was dating this guy, his name was Dominick. He was her drug dealer and they decided to get together like a few months before. They fought constantly. Everyone here is so happy and they work together.
Anyway, so I'm supposed to be having a small party, Mom’s making a cake and Dominick comes in, high as a kite, screaming that Mom’s been screwing the next door neighbor, Colin. So mom starts screaming back, they're yelling back and forth. Finally, he grabs her and just wraps his hand around her throat, choking her. Right in front of me. That's how conflict was handled back home.”
“Jesus Christ,” Dad sighed.
“They made me call him Dad.”
“Did he ever hurt you? Like-like that?”
“Not really,” I muttered, looking away. “I didn't mean to call her ‘Mom,’ it just kind of slipped out.”
“I know. I'm pretty sure Y/N knows, too. It's okay Thatcher-”
“How can you keep saying that?” I asked, anger building up suddenly. “It's not okay!”
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I sat in the cafeteria, at the table nearer to the teachers, by myself. Usually, a few of the other misfits would join me, but I was pretty sure they were outside passing a joint around.
“Hey,” a girl’s voice broke my concentration on the plate of sloppy joes and nachos that was in front of me. I looked up and saw Brie- at least I thought that was her name- standing near me.
Brie was fairly nice, but never seemed to have a clique or group she hung out with. She just seemed to float in the background as far as I could tell. She had short brown hair, that was shaved shorter on one side and brown eyes that matched her hair.
“Can I sit?” She asked, indicating the seat across from mine.
“Uh, yeah, sure,” I nodded, a little uncertain. She set down her folder and tray, then slid into the folding chair. We are in silence for a few minutes before she spoke again.
“I know your secret,” she whispered, grinning slyly at me.
“Wha-” I looked up at her in shock, taken by surprise.
She flipped open her folder to reveal a photo taken of Dad, Y/N and I getting off the plane from Alabama. There was no mistaking who Dad was. Or me for that matter. I looked absolutely miserable in the photo. I guess it would have been normal; I had just found out my real mom was dead. I swallowed hard.
“Please don't tell,” I whispered. “Put it away!”
I reached over and flipped her folder closed, looking around to see if there was anyone nearby.
“So it IS you,” she giggled. “Why isn't your last name Ackles then?”
“Because my last name is hyphenated,” I snapped, angry at this girl for asking stupid questions. “My dad dropped off his last name so no one would find out!”
“Yo!” It was Miles and his group of friends. I groaned inwardly. He spoke again when he reached the end of our table. “Better be careful around Thatch, I heard he killed a kid at his last school and they expelled him.”
I rolled my eyes, but people had turned around to pay attention. Whispers had started.
“Oh, shut your mouth Miles, you don't even know what school he came from!” Brie huffed.
I stared at her.
“Whateva. Anyway, Thatch, is it true that your mom dumped you here with your dad?”
I looked away from him and clenched my fists.
“Come on, Thatch, it's okay,” he said sarcastically. “You can share with us that your mommy didn't love you enough to stick around.”
“You gonna cry, Thatch?” One of the other kids said snidely.
“Why don't you guys shut up?!” Brie snapped.
“Something wrong here?” It was Mr. Lexington.
“No, sir,” Miles said. “We were just asking Thatch how he came to be with us.”
Suddenly, my anger and sadness boiled over and I turned and said loudly enough for everyone to hear, “My mom killed herself, okay?! Please fucking excuse me if I'm not quite over that yet!”
Then I shoved away from the table, ignoring everyone's shocked looks, and walked out. I didn't really know where I was headed, but I stormed down the hallway, fuming.
I saw the library and veered in. A young looking woman sat behind the large desk, reading a book and eating some yogurt out of a bowl. She looked up at me when I walked in.
“Can I help you?” She asked.
“Nonfiction?” My voice wavered slightly.
She pointed to my right.
“All the way at the end, take a right and go to the end.”
“Thanks,” I whispered and walked in that direction.
Once I got to the nonfiction corner, I grabbed the first book that caught my eye and threw myself into a chair. I stared down at the book unhappily, “How They Croaked: The Awful Ends of the Awfully Famous” by Georgia Bragg. I flipped open the book randomly and began to read.
The bell rang, but I didn't move. I had no desire to go to pre algebra. I heard movement, and looked up to see the librarian come around the corner with Mr. Lexington.
“I assume this is the kid you're looking for?” The librarian asked.
“Hey, Thatch,” Mr. Lexington said with a friendly tone.
“Did you know George Washington would have lived if he had antibiotics available to him?” I asked innocently. He wasn't buying it.
“Why don't you come with me?” He asked.
“I'd prefer not to, but I don't think I have much choice.”
For the second time in a week, I found myself in the office outside of Principal Fremont’s door. I waited in a blue plastic chair, head in my hands.
“Hey, dude,” a voice said. I looked up to see Miles standing a short ways away, looking slightly uncomfortable. I felt the sneer go across my face. He plopped himself down in the chair next to me.
“What do you want?!” I asked, exasperated.
“Look, man, I was just angry about being bumped back to mid-field. I didn't know about your mom, okay? I wouldn't have said anything if I'd known.”
“Well, thanks for the apology. For the second time in a week I'm sitting outside the principal’s office thanks to you. This week can't get any worse.”
“Well, if you're interested, after the game Saturday, the team and some others are coming over to my place. Probably going to be a fun party. My mom will probably be out at the casino, so we’ll all have the house to ourselves,” he got up and held his hand out.
“What about your dad?” I asked, grabbing his hand in truce. I registered Principal Fremont’s door opening in the back of my mind.
“Military. He's over in Quebec or something like that,” he shrugged.
“You mean Kuwait? Quebec is in Canada,” I corrected.
“Yeah, that's the one!” He dropped my hand and smirked at me.
“Boys, nice to see you shaking hands rather than throwing fists at each other,” Fremont said. “I'm sure Coach Kayle will be pleased to hear this.”
“I'm sure he will, too Mr. Fremont,” Miles said. “Speaking of, this situation is just a misunderstanding. I said some mean things to Thatch. He just walked away instead of getting into a fight.”
“Thanks for telling me, Mr. Miles,” he said. “Mr. Mooreland, if everything is okay, I'll just have you go back to class. Please try to stay away from my office for a couple weeks, okay?”
“Sounds good, Sir,” I said, nodding. Miles and I walked out of the office and headed down the empty hall.
“So word in the hall is that your dad’s famous, Brooke won't tell anyone who, but that's what's said. So, who's your Dad, Thatch?”
“Your last name is Miles?” I asked, changing the subject. “Then what's your first name?”
“‘S not important. So it's true, then. Daddy’s famous.”
“No, it's not. Who's Brooke, anyway?”
“Dude. Jesus. The girl you were sitting with lunch?”
“Oh,” I nodded. “Thought her name was Brie. Wait, is that why you're being nice to me?”
“What? Dude, no,” he scoffed. “What's it like, then?”
“What's what like?” I asked, confused.
“Do you guys like, live in a mansion?” I shook my head disbelievingly.
“No I don't live in a mansion. And my dad’s not THAT famous.” I cringed once the words left my mouth.
“So he is a little famous. Niiiiiice!” The bell rang. “See you at practice later!”
I shook my head as Miles ran off down the hall.
Once practice came to a close that night, some of us went back to the locker rooms to shower.
“We are gonna kick ASS at the game Saturday!” Aaron Hadley yelled.
“Fuck yeah we are!” Joel Hadley yelled.
Everyone yelled their agreement, including me. I felt great after the practice. Confident. I walked out, looking for Dad’s car. Instead, I saw Y/N’s car waiting in line with a few other parents.
I jogged over with my duffel bag and as I approached I saw both Y/N and Dad in the car. They looked stressed. I opened the back door, tossed in my bag and climbed in.
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