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D.J. Cotrona as Sean Mathers in Windfall

“I just want to show up with the other lottery winners. You know, stop living my life in the shadows.” 

OK but now that we know jake stans sean (no i don’t exaggerate you can’t tell me that) i just love to think of all the times they’ve interacted

like all those times when sean plays the hero jake is so annoyed but also stanning so hard because sean is so cool and collected and he just witnessed captain fucking america in action

and imagine jake being so conflicted he punched SEAN GAYLE and also being so honored he was PUNCHED BACK by SEAN GAYLE like.. it was the best moment of his whole life

and on that boat when you choose the option for both of them to put sunscreen on mc he’s just like “fuck this guy!!! fuck sean GAYLE that son of a fucking bitch how can i compete with those rock hard abs… imma fucking show him.. look princess i’m a better masseur!!”

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Gtjsefanclub Anniversary Day 1: Sleeping

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Signe wasn’t even sure why that clock was still in the bedroom. When they had first moved in she had insisted to Sean that the rhythmic ticking helped her to sleep, but now she wasn’t so sure. As a matter of fact, at the moment it made her want to leap out of bed, tear the thing off the wall and chuck it out the window.

To be fair, she’d always had a racing mind. Part of her anxiety meant that it took her a while to actually go to sleep. On a good night, she might be just drifting off around midnight. Her boyfriend, Sean, knew this all too well. He had fallen asleep hours ago, yet here she lay, trying to put her restless mind at ease. Sleep would be hard to come by tonight.  

It had been all over the news. For weeks now, the only development had been what the symptoms were. It started slowly at first, then it took over its host like a virus, producing rapid change in the span of a few months. People all around the country, in ALL different countries, were affected. Everywhere, the recommendation was clear; go see a medical professional as soon as possible. By going to the doctor tomorrow she would finally get a definitive answer, along with a plan for treatment. Whether or not it would be good news remained to be seen.

Sean was actually the first one to notice. That was saying something, given his off-the-wall state made it difficult for him to notice, if you’ll pardon the pun, small details. They had planned a few errands to complete that day, culminating in a run for snacks to accompany their movie night. They were just about to head out when Sean stopped her, pocketing his cell phone. He placed his hands on her shoulders, physically straightening her out. Then came the tentative question; “Are you…did you get shorter?”

To which the obvious answer was “of course not”, until she noticed that indeed she had to look up just the tiniest bit more to look her boyfriend in the eyes. She wasn’t exactly tall to begin with. However, something had seemed off that morning; her toes wiggled with just a bit more room in her boots. Hadn’t the sleeves of her blouse come a bit too far past her wrists?

That was a few days ago, when the change had been almost imperceptible. It was much more pronounced to her now. At her current height the top of her head reached just above his shoulder, a good two or three inches missing from her stature.  

“Worryin’ isn’t gonna do you any good.”

She turned her head to meet tousled green hair and bright blue eyes that seemed to glow in the dim light of the moon. “How did you know I was awake?”

“’Cause I know you.” He replied groggily, reaching over to the nightstand to catch a glimpse at his phone. He winced at the bright light and the much too early wake-up call: 3:21. “Not to mention you were up until three o’clock last night drawing for no reason.”

“It’s that clock keeping me up tonight. It’s not my fault.”

“I told you ‘bout the clock. ‘White noise’ my ass.” He chuckled. They lay in silence for a few more moments. “Still nervous ‘bout tomorrow?”

Signe gave him a sheepish look. “Just a little bit.”

“All you’re doin’ is making me feel bad for trying to sleep while you’re over here tossing and turning, Wiish.”

“I’m so sorry. Let me just roll over top of you while you’re trying to sleep. That should help.” She settled onto her side, letting her arm flop over onto his face to prove her point.

He gave her a sleepy smile, and made to playfully lick her arm. She retracted it just in time, then settled on her back to stare up at the ceiling. He knew that indeed she had been trying to sleep these past few days, but since her little revelation she’d been even more of a night owl than she had before. She’d just as often wake up and meander around the house than she would actually stay in bed this time of night. “I’m just sayin’, you’ve got your health to think about too. Plus I’m not dragging your grumpy self through the city tomorrow.”

“I’m never grumpy.”

“Tiny anger ball?”

“It me.” She laughed. “But if anything, you’re the bear in the morning.”

“…Guess you’ll just have to bear with me, eh?”

Signe let out a soft snort into her pillow. Sean just chuckled low, brushing the hair out of her eyes. “Sleep now. It’ll all be better in the morning, you’ll see.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze before rolling over to his side. “G’night, Wiish.”

He was right. There was nothing to do about it now. This was a problem for tomorrow. Well, for the morning at least, a few hours from then. The issues in her mind’s eye softened a bit, but it would be an hour more before she would finally drift off into a restless sleep.

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Featuring the green bean and the woosher! Yes, this is going to be a story arc involving the two. Some days it’ll be written from both of their POV’s, sometimes Jack, sometimes Signe. You’ll just have to read on to find out what happens!