#(I got all the secret cars too!! which is neat c:)

[wander-over-the-words]

Things that I discovered about Free Ride mode that I actually love:

You can change the weather and the time of day!!

YOU CAN BE A TAXI DRIVER AGAIN

[wonderful-wells-writing]

Fanclub; Chapter 1

EoWells x Reader

Some of the STAR Labs employees have a secret fanclub where they discuss Harrison Wells and share pictures they take when they think he isn't looking. Problem is it's not quite as secret as they think it is. The man himself seems to have taken an interest in the the little group, finding it to be the perfect place to find willing partners to satisfy his needs. And you're his next pick.

Work is dying down for the evening at STAR Labs. Chemists are checking that all the storage units are set to the proper temperatures. Engineers are making sure that everything that needs to be powered down is. Lab techs are cleaning up their stations. But nearly everybody is discussing their plans for the weekend.

There is one worker who is not engaging in such conversations. You are currently crammed between two sections of machinery, determined to get this wiring finished before leaving for the day. That way, Monday, bright and early your team can start doing test runs.

You are not engaging in conversation with others but rather are talking to yourself as you work. “Some red over here, blue wire over there.” Your grin would light up the room if anybody could see it. “I just love when a color-coded array comes together.” There’s a buzz on your right butt-cheek, and you squeal in surprise.

“Everything alright in there?” One of the other scientists looks up from the desk.

“Yeah, Bri,” you extract yourself from the machine parts. “My phone just went off, and I thought something shocked me.”

“Girl, I can not tell you how often that happens to me,” Bri takes her purse from a drawer and a jacket off the chair. “So, what are your plans for the weekend. More number crunching?”

You pull your phone from your back pocket. “Actually my college roommate is having a bachelorette party tonight. So I said I would swing by the bar for a bit.”

“Sounds fun,” Bri gives a wave before heading to the door. “Don’t party too hard.”

She returns the wave before opening a group chat app on her phone to see what the notification is about.

KittyCat42; O.M.G did you see Dr. Wells today? a shirt THAT tight can not be workplace appropriate!!!

Attached is a photo taken from a smartphone at an angle in which the subject does not seem to be aware their picture is being taken. Dr. Harrison Wells is leaning over a desk, examining something on a monitor. Kitty is right; his shirt is very tight, his biceps bulge through the long black sleeves.

You grin, considering sending a reply, but another message comes in first.

YummyBitch73; Think he’s got plans? Looking that good, he’s got to be going out tonight.

Your thumbs move across the screen to type a quick response.

BabyDoll14; Maybe he has a date tonight?

KittyCat42; wonder who the lucky girl is?

You lean against a nearby workbench, smirking at the screen.

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On the other side of the lab, somebody picks up their phone to check the barrage of notifications coming in. They chuckle before adding their own two cents.

Speedy22: Hey, who knows, it could be a lucky guy.

YummyBitch73: Oh you wish, he is a lady killer through and through

BabyDoll14: I mean, who are we to judge if it’s a lucky lady or gent. Maybe he swings one way, maybe he swings both ways. Who cares, we’re just here to talk about his ass behind his back.

“Speedy’ nods, almost respecting the woman on the other side of the screen for staying objective about objectifying her boss.

Speedy22: Speaking of ass, I got this one yesterday

He opens his gallery and scrolls until an ‘appropriate picture is found. A nice shot of Dr. Wells from behind; the quality is incredible for a smartphone shot. The man’s shirt is riding up, showing a nice strip of the skin of his back, even a bit of where his boxers rise above the waistband of his hands.

YummyBitch73: Damn Speedy, you always get the good ones. You’ll have to teach me some photography lessons sometime.

KittyCat42: what kind of camera are you using? The quality is so gooooood.

“Hey,” a woman’s voice draws his attention away from his device. “Are you staying late again tonight?”

Harrison Wells takes a breath to look her up and down, mentally running through his mind all the employees to try and remember who it is at his office door. “I’ll be headed out soon; I just have to wrap some things up.”

He recalls who she is when he sees the look she’s giving him. Brianna Masters, a specialist working down in Lab C. She would have had to go out of her way to get to his office before leaving. Self-proclaimed president of the Dr. Wells Fanclub, he had just been interacting with the group chat of; after the former president left with a job offer at Mercury Labs. She had been making goo-goo eyes at him since her interview three months ago.

“Well,” Bri twirls a curl of her hair, fluttering her eyelashes. “Harrison, you know I was wondering if you might like to take me out to get some drinks tonight?”

Dr. Wells tries to hide his displeasure at the thought. She wasn’t his type, physically, mentally, emotionally, “I have plans in the morning that require a clear head. Miss. Masters. Now is there anything of importance that you need?” The man was not adverse to flights of fancy to pass the time; he wouldn’t be keeping an eye on the little Fanclub of his if he wasn’t willing to look for ‘interested parties,’ but this particular woman has been of no real interest to him.

For reasons such as how she pouts at his response, “Well, having fun is important.” She mutters before wandering off down the hall, turning her attention to her phone.

YummyBitch73; holy Shit! He just asked me out for drinks. It sucks so much that I have to drive out to Coast City; I”d have taken him up in a heartbeat otherwise.

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Back in Lab C, you finally finish with the maintenance on the machine. You check your phone once more while heading over to the desk and nearly cackle at what you’re reading. Everybody knows that Bri is full of shit, but there’s no point in calling it out and causing discourse.

You mute the phone to focus on your computer. While humming a quiet tune, you work on moving files to the USB stick plugged into the monitor.

“Fuck,” you whisper, seeing the download time in comparison to the clock on the screen. Of course, you could just leave it be, take the weekend off. It’s not like you get paid extra to run calculations at home.

17 minutes later

“Nonononono, wait, please!” You’re half running to the street as the bus pulls away, leaving you in the illuminated circle of a streetlamp, cursing yourself. That was going to be the last bus coming this way for the night. If you walk home, you’ll never make it in time to change for the party. You might not even make the event at all. You pace up and down the sidewalk, contemplating your options.

A car pulls up beside you, tinted window rolling down, “Need a lift?”

You stop, shocked, “Oh, no I…” you pause, looking through the window, “Dr. Wells, hi...hey.” You swallow your pride. “I would really love to get a ride on-with, with you.” Internally you cringe at how that came out, but figure he probably wouldn’t have heard such a minor slip.

The lock clicks open, and you reach for the door.

“Maple Apartments on South 11th street, right?” Harrison glances at you as you get in the car.

You pause before shutting the door, “do I want to know how you know that?”

He laughs, and you jump a bit at it, “I can see how that would sound a little suspicious.” His smile is reassuring, and his blue eyes are kind behind his glasses. “It was on your registration forms when you started. I enter new employee data myself. Total recall can be useful even for small matters.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, shutting the door and buckling in. “I really appreciate this Dr. Wells, I would have been so late tonight if I didn’t get home to change soon.”

“Bit plans tonight?” Harrison asks as he starts driving. Truth is he had suspected you’d be missing her bus. He had seen you running after the last bus or driven past you walking home numerous times out his way out. You had quite the habit of working until the absolute last moment.

You smile, twiddling your thumbs to keep your hands occupied. “Yeah, I’m meeting a friend at the new bar that opened down the street from my place. She’s getting married soon, and since I can’t make the wedding, I promised I would spend at least a couple hours at her bachelorette party.” You aren’t exactly sure why you’re volunteering this information to your boss. It would be inappropriate to be so casual with him; then again, it’s also inappropriate to be part of a Fanclub that secretly takes pictures of him and talks about how great his ass looks.

Harrison ‘hmms’ in thought. “Why can’t you make it to the wedding?” He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, taking a moment to take in the way you sit, act, look, before returning his eyes to the road.

“Oh, they scheduled it for a Wednesday, so,” you look towards him just moments after he looks away. The first thing you notice is his hair; whenever you’ve seen him in the morning, it’s perfectly combed and straight, but it seems like as the day went on, it began to take on a life of its own. While the back is still nice and neat, the front is sticking out in all kinds of directions.

“You could have asked for the day off,” Dr. Wells offers, “Am I such a terrible boss that you think I”d deny you some vacation after all your hard work?”

You feel a heat rise to your cheeks at what seems to be a compliment to her work ethic, “Oh no, I don’t think that at all. It’s just that, well, we have so much work to do. Every day we get a little closer to your dreams of the particle accelerator, and I want to contribute absolutely everything I can to that dream.” You smile. “You’re going to do such incredible things for the world of science Dr. Wells, and I don’t want to waste any time that could be spent helping you.”

The man is somewhat stunned by this. He’d attributed her long hours and determination to personal ambition. “What about you? Do you want history to remember you for your achievements?”

You bite your lower lip in thought at the question, “I mean sure, it would be nice to be recognized for my contribution, but,” she takes a deep breath, “I’m more concerned about how my work will impact the world, not so much if I’m remembered for it. Anyways you’re the true genius. I can tell that STAR Labs will make big changes and put humanity on a path towards the future. As long as I get to be a part of that, it’s all I really need.”

Harrison does a low chuckle at your sentiment, amused by the naivety. You speak with such hope and wonder and admiration. If you knew the truth, how horrified would you be? The realization of the end goal of the particle accelerator, the effects across history that your determination would wreak.

He grins, “Well, I am glad to have such a dedicated employee, but I do believe that one off day is not going to hurt our progress.”

You purse your lips, “You don’t come down to Lab C very often; you’d be surprised how off the rails things can go when I’m not there. Anyways I would rather work than go to a wedding. It’s not my kind of scene.”

He can sense that you are holding something back but doesn’t press the issue any further. He’s reached your apartment building anyways.

“If you change your mind, I’ll be more than happy to give you the time off,” he says as he parks.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you reach for the door handle, “oh, and thank you so much for the ride. I really owe you one.”

Dr. Wells makes a mental note about cashing in that favor later. “You just stay safe and enjoy yourself tonight.” He smiles warmly at you as you wave goodbye, but when the door shuts, his grin turns a bit darker. He watches you walk away, eyes tracing the curve of your figure, resting on the beautiful shape of your rear, right up until you disappear into your building.

As he begins to drive away, he catches sight of himself in the rearview mirror. There is something about this form of his that seems to drive the ladies crazy, and he wasn’t opposed to taking advantage of that. While pulling back into the street and driving away, he thinks on his situation.

For 13 years now, Eobard Thawne has been trapped in this god-forsaken time period. For a while, he had focused solely on his mission, rarely interacting with others unless it served a greater purpose. But he was still a man, subject to desire. At first, it was almost enough to make him regret allowing Harrison Well’s wife to die, she could have filled his needs easily. But that woman had been intelligent; she’d have discovered his identity eventually, so allowing her to die had been for the best.

Still, after a few years of isolation, Thawne had found the need unbearable and began seeing ways to fill the hole that was forming in his chest. Little flings, one-off nights where he indulged his carnal side, allowed himself the pleasure of another’s body before quickly parting ways with them, when he discovered that a fanclub devoted to him had been formed amongst his employees, that made the whole thing easier.

Joining the group chat under a false name was easy enough. It inflated his ego every time he read them discussing how great they thought he looked, and he was more than happy to provide material for them to gush over. And with that, it was like he had been given a list of women who would fuck him with no questions asked. All he had to do was choose. Of course, he has to be wary of those who might get too clingy or go off telling other people. But it’s not that hard to week those types out of the pack.

Thawne notices magenta neon as he’s driving. A club with a grand opening sign out front. He smiles, knowing that now not only does he have a new prey lure in, but the perfect hunting ground as well.

[levi-lover]

New Light Part: 2

College Levi x Reader(Modern AU)

W/C: 5.2k 

T/W: None

A/N: Levi is a moody English major who spends his free time reading at the local cafe. I’m having a lot of fun writing this ! (pic from pinterest)

I’ve put all the parts in one list here:  New Light Masterlist

Levi’s POV

Levi and Erwin sat in silence on their drive home. The blinker would occasionally fill the car with a strong click. Levi counted the lit up rooms in the passing apartments. Five, Six, Seven… He wanted to keep his mind off of you, the way your hair framed your face, your hand caressing the mug, the way you pressed your lips together when you listened someone speak. 

“So, how long have you known (Y/N)?” Erwin asked as if he knew Levi was thinking about you.

“A couple of months,” he responded. 

“Do you like her?” Erwin prodded. 

“She’s nice,” Levi said. 

Erwin nodded, he knew better than to ask further. 

This was how their conversions normally went, Erwin would begin with a blunt statement and Levi would respond in a short manner. From an outsider’s perspective, it might have seemed like the two men weren’t friends but this dynamic worked for them. Erwin was straightforward with what he wanted and Levi didn’t like talking about personal subjects, even with one of his closest friends. 

When they arrived to their shared apartment, they said their goodnights and went into their rooms. Erwin had to be up early tomorrow for a debate meeting and Levi wanted to be alone. After they moved out of the dorms they decided to keep living together because it was the most cost effective option and plus Levi liked that Erwin was as neat as him, almost as neat. They lived in an old, walk-up apartment ten minutes away from Wall Rose University in a quiet neighborhood. They’ve been living there for three years now and had no plans to move out anytime soon. 

Levi opened the window slightly to let the cool air in, raindrops fell from the gutter and filled the dark bedroom with gentle taps.. He laid down on the bed and breathed in the smell of the city and old books in his room. He closed his eyes and let his body melt into the bedsheets, he used the same lavender fabric softener his mom loved. Mmm, I should give her a call tomorrow, he thought. He felt his thoughts bounce around in his head but he was too tired to unravel them. Levi focused on his breathing and eventually his thoughts subdued into lenient bystanders. 

There was silence around him when suddenly, you popped up in his thoughts. Levi let out a small sigh. Fuck, what are the odds of her knowing Hange. Hange of all people,the one person who doesn’t know how to shut up, Levi thought. Frustration began to fill his chest. He wanted you to meet his friends and he wanted to know more about you but he didn’t want it to happen like this. Levi wanted to do it right with you. He knew wasn’t the most charismatic or hospitable person and romance wasn’t his forte. Romance, Levi thought and chuckled. He remembered Erwin’s earlier question. Do I like her? 

He sat up and pinched the bridge of his nose with his index and forefinger. He didn’t have a ton of experience with romance. His only relationship with Petra ended in a disaster, she broke up with him after feeling neglected for months. That was never Levi’s intent, he loved her but he didn’t know how to express it. Whenever he saw her on campus she would always give him a smile and wave which Levi would reciprocate. He regretted the way everything ended but he was thankful she didn’t hold a vengeance against him. He was 18 and foolish but he was older now and slightly less foolish. 

Levi looked out the window and started to form a plan in his head. It was evident he had some sort of feelings for you, you were funny, pretty, easy to talk to and you cared about what he had to say. He smiled as he remembered how earnestly you looked at him while he explained the latest book he was reading, he started reading books he thought you might like. Shitballs, maybe I do like her. There was nothing he could do now, he didn’t want to do anything until he had a better understanding about what you were thinking. He nodded his head, proud of his plan. 

The hardwood floor creaked as Erwin walked over to the bathroom. Outside of the window, the sky was beginning to glow with a soft orange hue. Levi closed the curtain, pulled off his clothes and tucked himself into bed. He curled his body around a pillow and slowly began to drift off, eager to wake up to begin his plan. 

The crisp autumn hit your face as you opened the doors to the lecture hall. You felt light and airy after finishing your genetics midterm. It was one of the hardest tests you’ve taken but you felt okay about it. Hange had helped you study for the past week and their enthusiasm and studying techniques helped you out immensely. I owe them big time, you thought. Your phone buzzed in your pocket, it was Hange.

Hange: U FREAKING DID IT!!! IM SO PROUD XD

You: thank uuu, i feel good about it! 

Hange: YAY! We’re out in the park blocks! Join us!

You: ok !

You stared at the screen and re-read the conversation. Join us...they must mean Levi and Erwin. You scoffed the tip of your boot into the pavement, the familiar feeling of nerves began to dance in your stomach. Slowly, you made your way to the park blocks, the on-campus park where students would have picnics and study sessions. Students began to pour out of lecture halls and other buildings, eager to celebrate the end of midterms week. There was an undeniable feeling of excitement as they cheered and laughed. 

You stood at the edge of the park looking for the trio. Levi waved his hand from a picnic bench and smiled at you. Your heart momentarily stopped and you realized you’ve never seen him outside of the cafe. He was wearing a hunter green sweater and his black overcoat. The wind feebly moved through his hair but even from farway you could see the deep circles around his eyes. You made your way to the trio and gave out a half-hearted hello.

“(Y/N)! How do you feel?!” Hange shouted.

“Fucking relieved,” You said. Levi smiled. 

“I’m proud of you, (Y/N). Hange told us about all the hours you studied for the exam.” Erwin gave you a thumbs up. 

“Thanks, dude. How were your midterms?” You asked as you sat down next to Erwin. 

“They went well! I think I got an A on my Political Theory exam but we’ll find out soon enough.” 

“Erwin, you clown, you know you aced that test.” Hange rolled their eyes. “But thanks to the lovely Levi, I know I got an A on my essay.”

Levi frowned. “Tsk, I was surprised you even knew how to spell.”

Hange hit Levi’s shoulders and he swiped back. 

“Hey, stop it you two,” Erwin scolded. “I swear, they’re like children.” 

You laughed and nodded. The Levi you knew was always stoic and calm but Hange brought out a different side of him. He looked happier even when he was annoyed. You grabbed a dead leaf from the table and started to pull it apart, rubbing the dead plant bits between your fingers. 

“Are you good?” Levi’s voice broke your concentration. You looked up and met his gray-blue eyes.

“Yep, all good here.” You smiled at him and he returned one back. 

“That’s fantastic! So tonight. Ymir’s Bar at eight. Got it?” Hange ordered. 

Erwin and Levi nodded in response and looked at you. Your eyes darted between the three of them.

“Uh, I would love but I’m hanging out with a few people tonight.”

“Please, join us! Your friends are more than welcome to come, the more the merrier,” Hange begged.

“I beg to differ…” Levi mumbled.

“Shut up, grumps.” Hange elbowed Levi and returned their gaze back to you. “It’ll be fun, I’ll buy you a shot.”

You rolled your eyes, “fine, but I’m buying you a shot. I owe you, Hange.”

Hange squealed and clapped their hands. “Yay! My friend, Moblit will tag along too. You haven’t met him yet but he’s great and such a talented artist. You’ll love him.”

“Sweet, I’m excited, can you send me the address?” You responded. Hange nodded. 

“Who are you hanging out with?” Erwin asked.

“Oh, uh. My boyfriend and some of our friends,” You muttered. 

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend. (Y/N) why didn’t you tell me?” Hange asked, heartbroken. 

Erwin glanced at Levi. He was looking at the grains in the table, his heart sank but he knew better than to let his friends know. 

“I don’t know. It didn’t seem like the most important thing to talk about during our study sessions.” You were unsure why but you felt defensive over Hange’s comment. 

Hange looked hurt at your response, you felt a pang of regret. You didn’t mean to keep your relationship a secret but your life didn’t revolve around your relationship so it felt pointless to bring him up. The air around the table was tense and cold. The sun was setting and the four of you were on the brink of being enveloped by the shadow of a large lecture hall. 

“Regardless, I’m eager to meet your boyfriend and friends,” Erwin said in a strained voice. 

“Yeah, I’m excited for all of you to meet. I think I’m going to go home and get ready.” 

“Of course, we’ll see you soon,” Erwin said in a quiet tone. 

You waved goodbye to all of them, the trio waved back and you made your way to the bus station. As you waited for the bus, you sent your boyfriend a message to meet your new friends at Ymir’s. He sent back a simple thumbs up emoji as a response. You pulled out a pair of headphones and blasted music to drown out your thoughts. Yet Levi’s face kept on appearing in your head, the way the sunlight caressed the hard lines of his face, his honest smile when he was with his friends, the way his eyes lost their glow when you announced you had a boyfriend. We never did anything. Hell, I didn’t even know his name until last week so why should I care what he thinks. We’re just coffee shop friends, that’s it. The bus pulled to the stop, you waited for everyone to exit before entering and made your way to the back window seat. The glass was cold on your forehead but it felt nice. You sighed, preparing yourself for a night out with your new friends and your boyfriend.

Levi’s POV

After you left, Hange and Erwin looked at Levi with concern in their eyes. Levi noticed their stares and glanced up at them.

“The fuck you looking at,” he growled.

“Levi, I’m sorry,” Hange whispered.

“About what?” He scoffed.

Erwin was about to speak but Levi abruptly got up and buttoned his coat. “I’m going home. I’ll see you both at Ymir’s.”

Erwin and Hange exchanged a look and nodded. When Levi made up his mind there was no stopping him. They watched him walk away, his head was slightly lower than usual. Levi walked over to the bike rack and unhooked his black low handle bicycle. In one smooth motion, he drapped his leg over the seat and began to peddle home. The wind hurt his face and burned his lungs but he pushed harder and harder on the pedals. Crouching down on the seat as he biked up the hills, hoping to ride away from the bench to run away from his disillusion that you could love him.

A few hours later, Erwin, Hange and Moblit entered the apartment. Hange called out to Levi.

“Hey, Mr. Grumps! We have something for yoooou!!” They called out.

Levi moaned and rolled out of bed, his bare feet hit the cold ground as he dragged himself to the living.

“What is it, Four Eyes? Hey, take off your disgusting shoes,” he scolded. “Oh, hey, Moblit.”

Moblit raised his head slightly as a hello. He wasn’t a man of many words. Hange held up a bottle of whiskey and grinned. “So we could pre-game. Take this as a thank you present for helping me write my essay.”

Levi rolled his eyes and smiled. He was touched by Hange’s generosity but he would never dare show it to them.

“I’ll grab us some mugs,” Erwin said and began to walk towards the kitchen.

“No, Erwin! Tonight’s a shot type of night,” Hange said deviously.

The three men looked at them and hesitantly nodded. They wanted to relax and unwind but a  night out led by Hange always ended up with someone’s head in the toilet. Still, they each filled a shot glass, cheered and downed the alcohol. They drank for a while, everyone’s faces were glowing. Hange was blasting music and dancing. Moblit watched them with admiration. Erwin and Levi were giggling over something stupid Erwin said.

Erwin looked at the clock, it was closing in on 8. “Shit, we should get going.”

“Hey, man watch your mouth. And maybe we should stay in. It’s cheaper,” Levi said.

“Levi, noooo. We can’t do that. We told (Y/N)  that we would meet her at Ymir’s!” The alcohol was already getting to Hange.

“Who’s (Y/N)?” Mobit asked.

“My friend from genetics! And Levi’s too,” Hange proclaimed.

Levi rolled his eyes. “Tsk, she’s not my friend. I hardly know her.”

“Mmm, if you say so.”

“Whatever, let’s go,” Levi said curtly.

The four of them grabbed their coats and headed to Ymir’s. It was only a ten minute walk from their place. Hange let everyone know that you had already arrived and saved a table on the back patio. As they walked, they talked about their finals and plans for the upcoming break.  When they arrived at Ymir’s, they pushed open the door and entered the humid room. The bar was full of people celebrating the weekend, a couple was making out in one of the booths and people were lined around the bar. They ordered their drinks and walked through the back doors.

Levi’s hands began to sweat and he felt a lump in his throat when he saw you. You looked beautiful under the glow of the patio lights, you were smiling and had a beer glass on your lips and you were laughing. Erwin stood in place and Hange stopped their chatter.

“Oh, so that’s what they’re doing now,” Hange spouted.

They were referring to Zeke who had their arm around you and to Porco and Pieck who were sitting across from you and your boyfriend.

You saw the group at the back entrance and waved. Your nerves from earlier were completely forgotten after your second beer. Zeke rubbed his thumb against your shoulder and you smiled out of habit. You made eye contact with Levi and gave him a toothy grin, his eyes darted away. Your friends looked at the party headed towards them and stopped talking but you didn’t notice.

“Hey, I was wondering if y’all forgot where the bar is,” you joked but no one laughed.

“Erwin. Levi. It’s been a while,” Zeke stated.

You looked at him confused. “What? You know them?”

Zeke chuckled, “yeah, I guess I do.”

“Zeke, it’s nice to see you again. Same to you Porco and Pieck,” Erwin stated.

Porco and Pieck looked at each other and smiled. “It’s nice to see you too, Erwin,” Pieck said in a sweet voice.

Levi glared at the way Zeke’s arm was draped across your shoulder. He gritted his teeth. Hange noticed how tense he was getting and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“What a small world! I’m glad everyone knows each other. Guys, sit down!” You motioned at the empty seats at the table, completely misreading the space.

Hange was the first to sit and the rest followed. The table was quiet for a few minutes, everyone sipped on their drinks.

“Levi, I like your scarf,” You pointed to the black scarf draped across his body.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah, it’s such a nice scarf,” Zeke repeated.

Levi gave Zeke a dirty look. Hange looked at him nervously and Moblit put a hand on their knee to calm them. You took another sip of your beer.

“Yeah, Zeke, it is a nice scarf. That’s why I complimented it. Anyways, how do you all know each other?” Confidence surged through your veins thanks to the alcohol.

“We were floormates freshman year,” Levi’s dry voice said.

“Wait-oh, I see,” You said.

Erwin began to make casual conversation with everyone while Levi stared at the bottom of his glass. Hange and Moblit joined Erwin and conversed with the other two at the table. Wait, is Zeke the one that called Erwin’s kickback lame? That’s the only possibility, right? Your head was dizzy from the alcohol but the puzzle pieces were starting to fall into place.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Porco called out.

“Huh?”

“You good? It looks like we lost you there for a second.”

“Yeah, Porco. I’m fine,” You said sarcastically.

“Zeke, you and (Y/N) make a good couple,” Erwin said.

Zeke chuckled and squeezed you closer to his toned body, “I know but thank you.”

You kept your head down unsure about what to do. It was evident that Zeke had an issue with Erwin and Levi but you didn’t fully understand why. From what you heard, Zeke was the one who was mean to the other two but Zeke was your boyfriend so you should be on his side, right? You took another swig of your beer.

“Levi, are you still with Petra?” Pieck asked.

Petra? Who the fuck is that, you thought, anger coursed through your veins.

“No,” Levi said.

“Oh, that’s too bad. She was such a lovely girl,” Pieck sighed.

“Who’s Petra?” You asked.

No one answered your question. You looked at Pieck but she kept her eyes down. What the fuck is up?

“She’s a girl I dated freshman year,” Levi explained.

“Oh.”

Hange broke the tension by shouting, “(Y/N), I promised you a shot! Who else wants one?”

Pieck, Moblit and Erwin raised their hands. Hange called over a server and asked for a round of shots for everyone. A few minutes later, they brought tequila shots for the table. Everyone grabbed their lime and raised their glass.

“To finishing finals!” Hange exclaimed.

The table repeated what Hange said and took their shot. You and Porco laughed at Pieck’s face and she stuck her tongue out at you. Zeke kissed your cheek and you leaned into his warm body. For a second, it felt like it did at the beginning of your relationship. You felt safe and hopeful but those feelings disappeared when you caught Levi looking at you and Zeke. Immediately, you pulled away and Zeke frowned. You weren’t one for PDA but after a few drinks you didn’t mind showing your man some love but under Levi’s eye it felt wrong.

“Let’s do another shot!” Hange shouted.

“Hange!! Let me buy you a shot!!” You shouted back.

“(Y/N), you’re the best!!” Hange exclaimed, their cheeks glowing under the lights.

Everyone took another shot and the mood around the table began to lighten as everyone got drunker. Porco made a few jokes that made Erwin laugh. Zeke talked to Hange about their senior thesis. Everything seemed to be falling into place except for Levi. He didn’t make an effort to hold a conversation with anyone. He stared at the empty shot glasses and occasionally smiled at whatever Erwin said.

The patio lights shadows made Levi look heavenly, the soft glow bounced off his pale skin and you tried not to stare but you couldn’t, he looked so pretty.

Zeke could sense that your thoughts were taking you elsewhere so he gave you a kiss on the check. You gave him a smile in return.

The bar was packed and everyone at the table was talking after a new round of drinks. It should be a perfect night, all of your friends seemed to be getting alone but something didn’t feel right. In that moment, you wished it could have been Levi holding your body. Stop, Levi is just a friend, that’s it. I love Zeke. You repeated in your head over and over.

As the night dragged on, you slowly began to lose touch with reality, everything became a happy, surreal blur. Throughout the night, Zeke kept his hands on your body. Before that would have kept you grounded but now it felt off, you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol but you didn’t want him to touch you. You kept on smiling and talking to everyone until the bartender called for final orders.

“This was nice but I think we should get going now,” Erwin declared.

“Yeah, I think you’re right,” Pieck said.

Everyone gathered their belongings and started to walk towards the front door. Zeke walked ahead with Porco and Pieck but you stayed behind with the others. Erwin, Hange and Moblit left you and Levi together alone. Hange’s arm was wrapped around Moblit’s shoulder. They leaned against their body and continued talking.  

“Hey, I had a good time tonight,” You said to Levi who barely acknowledged your existence.

“It was okay,” He stated.

The two of you followed the others.

“But what are the odds of us forming a friendship in this way, right?” You said.

“Tsk, a friendship? We hardly know each other, I wouldn't push it,” Levi responded.

“I guess you’re right,” You muttered.

Levi felt bad about his harsh tone but he didn’t know what to do. He still had the same warm feeling in his chest from before but watching Zeke touch you hurt him. All of you had exited the bar and you walked over to Zeke and he placed his jacket over your shoulders.

“Well, it was, uh, nice to catch up with all of you. Hange thank you for helping my girl study. Get home safe,” Zeke said. You smiled and everyone and waved.

“Zeke, the same to you too. Glad to know you’re doing well. (Y/N) congrats on finishing midterms. See you later,” Erwin said.

“I love yoouuu! I love all of you!” Hange shouted. Moblit still had his arm around Hange to stabilize them.

“Love you too, Hange!” You blew them a kiss.

They all turned and began to walk home. Porco and Pieck had already left in their Uber. You looked at Zeke and he gave you a smile and you smiled back out of habit.

Zeke made conversation on your way back to his place. You wrapped your arms around your body and counted the steps in between each street light. The air around you was dry and your breath fell to the ground in a transparent cloud. Eventually, you made it to Zeke’s apartment, it was highrise close to downtown. When you entered the apartment your attention immediately went to the large windows. They faced the city skyline and the lights poured into the living room and gently outlined the minimal furniture in the room. Zeke led you to the bedroom and began to kiss the back of your neck. His beard tickled your neck and left goosebumps on your skin. You rolled your shoulders and stepped away.

“Come on,” Zeke groaned.

“No, not tonight. I’m really tired,” You said.

You made your way to the bathroom and turned on the harsh lights. The lights bounced off the white tiles and highlighted the bags under your eyes. You stared at yourself for a while, the longer you stared, the faster your thoughts swirled in your head. Is Levi made at me? You splashed cold water on your face and tried to wash off the awkwardness from tonight but no matter how hard you scrubbed, you couldn’t get the image of Levi staring at the empty glasses out of your head.

When you walked back into the bedroom you saw Zeke passed on the bed. You smiled at him and placed a blanket over his body and brushed his hair away from his forehead. You curled up on the opposite side of the bed and wrapped a blanket around yourself. Zeke’s soft snores filled the room, normally that was enough to lull you to sleep but lately it was becoming more of a nuisance. Why am I feeling like this? I love Zeke and he loves me back, that should be enough. So why do I feel so unsure? Zeke wasn’t your first partner but he was your first proper love. Everything beforehand had felt like practice for this.

The two of you had met in the spring term of sophomore year. The sun was shining and you we’re sitting on a blanket with Rico bouncing off ideas for research projects. You kept an eye on the baseball team who were practicing near the two of you. Rico was in the middle of explaining her ideas when a baseball flew in your direction.

“Heads up!” shouted a deep voice.

Both of you covered your heads as the ball flew over your blanket. The footsteps of one of the players was nearing your spot.

“Hey, I’m sorry about that.”

You tried to look up but the sun was blinding your eyes. You were able to make out the outline of a tall, man with broad shoulders and wavy blonde hair. He flashed a charismatic smile and said,“the name’s Jaeger. Zeke Jaeger.”

You introduced yourself and Zeke knelt down so his head was at your level.

“Nice to meet you. I feel about almost hitting you. Not sure what happened, normally I have perfect aim.” He winked at you. “Let me make it up by taking you out for a drink, your friend is more than welcomed to come.”

You blushed and thanked him and began to decline your offer when Rico interrupted you.

“She, I mean, we would love that. Here’s her number and mine, too.”

“Thanks, I’ll shoot y’all a text.”

Zeke stood up, grabbed the ball and gave you a wave before running back to his team. From that point on, the two of you had been inseparable.

You drifted off thinking about those first memories, the sweetness of his touch, the excitement of loving Zeke, the hopefulness you had. If you kept on thinking about those moments then maybe they would manifest back into your life. You wanted back that stability in your love so much it hurt your chest.

The next day you rolled over to an empty bed. Your hand traced the cold sheets and you kept your hands in the sunlight, the warmth felt good compared to the draft in Zeke’s bedroom. He preferred a colder bedroom, he said it was better for the body. The front door opened and you pretended to be asleep. Zeke’s footsteps got closer to the bed and you felt him press a kiss to your cheek, he smelled of sweat and musk. Who goes on a run after a night out? You thought. The showerhead turned on and you heard Zeke sing.

You got up and rummaged through Zeke’s drawer and pulled out a navy cardigan. You wrapped the fabric over your body and padded your way to the kitchen. The kitchen was colder than the bedroom.

“Fuck, who lives like this?”

You poured yourself water and stared at the tiles on the walls. Re-playing Levi’s comment in your head. Tsk, a friendship? We hardly know each other, I wouldn't push it. You didn’t blame Levi for his harshness but his comment hurt. There was no denying that you two shared a kinship that was a bit deeper than friendship. Romance wasn’t the word for it either. The relationship you had formed with him felt safe, you felt understood and respected in a way you haven’t really before. Your concentration was broken when you heard Zeke enter the kitchen.

“Hey, babe. Good morning.” He pressed a kiss to your temple. “I bought you a smoothie.”

“Thanks, Zeke,” you responded.

He grabbed the smoothie from the fridge and smiled at you. You sat on the counter and began to sip on the drink. Zeke hummed to himself and began to pull out a pan from the cupboard.

“Whatcha thinking about?” you asked.

“Life.”

“Like, the gameboard?” You joked.

He rolled his eyes. “Honestly, I’m thinking about last night. I never thought I was going to see those guys ever again.”

“Mmm, why did something happen?” You said nonchalantly.

Zeke chuckled, “stupid freshman things. We were all young and dumb.”

He stayed silent afterwards as he went on to fry some eggs. The eggs sizzled in the pan and he whistled quietly. You knew him well enough to know he wanted to say something else.

“I mean, I did dumb stuff when I was freshman so how bad can it actually be?” You prodded.

Zeke stared at you with a series expression. “Look (Y/N), I don’t really want to hash out what happened but-” he hesitated as he looked for the right words to say, “-be careful around Levi. There’s something off about that guy.”

“Oh,” you muttered.

You continued drinking the smoothie, the smell of the egg was making you nauseous and you started to feel the hanging over. You went back into the bedroom and laid down. Your phone buzzed and saw a text from Hange.

Hange: OMG i’m so hungover, i don’t remember getting home

You: Hange, WTF that’s not good lol but I know you were in good hands ;)

Hange: wut does that mean??

You: Moblit lol he was so nice and caring

Hange: … no comment but what are you doing

You: nothing really, why?

Hange: do you want to get brunch?

Hange: it’ll just be the two of us :)

You: yeah, i would love that, send me the address !

The smell of egg had entered the bedroom and you gagged. You hated the smell but Zeke insisted that it was the best way to get protein in the morning. You grabbed your belongings and walked to the kitchen again. Zeke was sitting at the counter eating the eggs and drinking his smoothie while reading the paper.

“Hey, I think I’m gonna head out!”

“Really? I thought we could spend the day together before I leave,” Zeke responded.

“You’re leaving?” You paused while putting on your shoes.

“I thought I told you. My internship is taking me on a trip for the next three days and then I’m heading home for the break,” Zeke said in between bites of food.

“Shit. You didn’t tell me. How about we hang out later today?”

“Yeah, I guess that sounds good to me. I’ll see you later,” he said.

“See ya.”

You went back to your apartment to freshen up and hurried to the diner Hange was it. You stepped through the doors and immediately saw Hange’s smiling face. They were waving you to their table. You greeted them with equal excitement and walked to them. For the past few weeks, some of your favorite moments have been hanging out with them. They always brightened your mood with their cheerful banter and love for life. You were excited to eat brunch with them and question them more about the history between the trio and your boyfriend.

[dahniwitchoflight]

Homesquared Chapter 16

Alrighty, that was a fun tangent, now back to John it seems?

Oh, no, Narration of John (So Actually Dirk, speak of the devil and he shall appear and all that etc etc)

“ leaving John with one final touch on the shoulder. John leans into it in response, though he’s a bit ashamed of chasing down a sliver of physical affection so soon after obliterating Karkat’s evening like he had. “

pfft lol so Im not the only one that thought it would be funny if that scene was interpreted in a Pale Romantic light, even though that really wasn’t what was happening

OIh! but we still get Roxy, just the other version of Roxy

Roxy subtly being like “hey!! shit has apparently gone down, were not exactly close atm but I feel bad about you dying to want to know if youre still alive so im gonna message you while trying to make it look like i dont care about it as much as I do”

JOHN: trying to align my memories of my youth with whatever is happening right now so

and the wonderful question is, what IS going be happening with you now John?

Roxy looking nice and casual, but also yeah narration, why are you making this ominous, its not like Roxy’s out here to double spy on behalf of Jane, I don’t think Roxys on her side THAT much

ROXY: may have to do a smidge more if my old bff decides im next on the list for bombing out

ROXY: but so far so good

ROXY: just a coupla exploded cars in the yard from some shenanigans our dear son and his friends were in but u kno it is what it is!!!

Roxy once again being a master of hiding how shes feeling, even when trying to open up, feeling pretty stressed about whats happening with Jane, understandable, the exclamation points give it away lol

The narration is really trying to make John nervous though

OH lol that was the implication haha no lol John it obviously wasn’t that

“John feels his shoulders unbunch. Of course. Yeah. He’s almost embarrassed by how relieved he feels. So what if his ex wife wanted to hook up? Shouldn’t that be a situation he could navigate? Don’t people like to find solace in human physical connection during dire times? Why did the idea of it make his mind white out in panic more than, say, any number of the traumas he just experienced? He doesn’t know, but he believes Roxy that he must look pretty haggard. He probably feels haggard? Maybe sitting down will feel better.“

lol once again, Dirk has no idea how to read Roxy at all and just trips over himself and his assumptions XD

Yeah, looks like Roxy not on the Jane train and is doing some takesies backsies, shes glossing over her feelings on the matter still though, I know thats par for the course of how Roxy tends to handle stuff too but I wish shed open up a bit more, but maybe shes playing the smart game, yknow, knowing that Dirk has a hard time reading her, so glossing over stuff is how you protect yourself against the narrative force, confusion and vaguery in the narrative and her actions only helps her to keep control over it, because at any point, you can decide to “clear up” any narrative “miscommunication” or “confusion” and lay down what is it thats actually happening with you any time you want

Void working in the behind the scenes to do what they want

JOHN: like it’s my HOUSE.

JOHN: but mostly it always felt like my dad’s house?

JOHN: and when i started living there after i moved out of here, it was like i crammed myself back into whatever was left of my kid self?

JOHN: and it didn’t feel good, but it at least was familiar, you know?

JOHN: like living there let me feel closer to my dad, trying to be like the way i remember him, or like how i remember him wanting me to be, or something?

JOHN: and i didn’t realize how much i hated doing that until i saw it all go up in flames.

JOHN: so i guess i could have used my powers to stop the fire and save whatever was left of the place, but i couldn’t bring myself to do it.

JOHN: like some fucked up part of me was glad i got there too late?

JOHN: so i just sat there, watching, trying to figure out why watching my house burn down felt like i was being released from prison.

JOHN: and even now i keep trying to explain it away, as though it’s because of how fucked up everything else is that it made me feel good.

JOHN: but that’s just bullshit.

JOHN: it DID feel good.

JOHN: i DO feel free.

JOHN: sorry.

ROXY: no need 2 apologize

ROXY: we just delved in2 my whole gender thing last time so it seems fine for u to have a turn

JOHN: i didn’t say it was a gender thing.

Im pretty sure you’re talking about a gender thing John, like, very 100% sure now this is what’s happening

because if you were actually a girl, of course you’re dad leaving all these notes about how one day hes gonna be so proud of the man youll become, yeah, that can feel a little pressuring, even if your dad didnt mean it like that, since he was unfailingly the kind of dad just bumbling around trying to understand their kid as best they could and leave encouragements everywhere, thats what his intent was, but all his notes come off a bit wrong in particular issues

remember the note under the fridge that was all like “SON. IF YOURE READING THIS NOTE, YOUVE FINALLY BECOME STRONG ENOUGH OF A MAN TO PICK UP THE FRIDGE.” not exactly that but that was always the vibe Dad’s little notes always had

Yeah, i can see how John would view it as a bit off, but if he hadnt the self awareness to realize it was a gender thing at the time, hed be understandly confused as to why such a thing would bother him

now though, he’s realizing, maybe, he doesn’t exactly want to be the man his dad always encouraged him to be

John does seem a lot happier here in his convo with Roxy than he did on his own when the house was burning, that conversation with karkat left me wondering if John was about to start dissociating he was so down, but here he says he feels freeing and happy about it?

ROXY: but like now that u mention it

ROXY: *meaningful pause*

JOHN: …

JOHN: i

JOHN:

John’s beginning to question stuff, or acknowledge that he’s questioning stuff, cuz it’s true, and hes feeling happy about it, in a way that he wasnt before, but he hasnt quite connected the dots here between the happy feeling and what exactly he has to be happy about

ROXY: aight then no wind bending just use your mangrit

Roxy flexes, the corner of her mouth pulled up into a familiar grin. John feels his guts, so recently calmed, twist up into knots again. Her eyebrows shoot up and the smile loosens. He must have shown something on his face.

ROXY: ok or just like push when i push

ROXY: we both got sick muscles

ROXY: no other adjectives necessary

JOHN: yeah ok.

Yeah Roxy’s 100% picked up on it, and maybe Dirk has as well if the narration is commenting on it

Alrighty then, to the secret lair under the bed!

oh I just noticed how kind of cute and interesting Roxy’s nickname for Harry is, “Lil H A” Harry Anderson shortens to Ha like laughter haha

and if Harry had Roxy’s last name, it’d be Harry Anderson Lalonde

Lil HAL

lol what is Callie doing under Roxy’s secret bedchamber XD

This whole secret bedchamber thing is turning into one big metaphor isn’t it?

That thing behind the curtain kind of looks like the Attic Portal shape from Hiveswap though

that’d be neat if that was it, like obviously we knew one of the cherubs had to have something to do with that portal just going by the design of it alone

Honestly it makes sense that Callie is doing it under the curtain of Roxy’s Void, it’s honestly the safest place to do something like that

lol Calliope has grown past writing fanfic about shipping and being in love, now the drama of broken relationships and divorce is all the rage XD character growth? haha

CALLIOPE: besides, hUman divorces are even more fascinating than i had ever imagined, and being able to witness yoUrs in motion was an honoUr.

CALLIOPE: so i consider Us aboUt even at this point.

Calliope just burned him harder than his childhood home’s destruction

CALLIOPE: ah right, right. yoU're probably a little cUrioUs as to where the dickens we are.

have you been talking to Jake lol (I mean, probably Original Grandpa Jake tbh if that portal is actually the portal)

Alright so John is getting caught up on the major plot points, Earth C is indeed in the large black hole, his choice didn’t matter since both choices happened anyway yadda yadda

CALLIOPE: think of it like a coin flip.

CALLIOPE: the series of events that led to Us being trapped beyond the event horizon of an Ubermassive black hole could be considered "tails", while the events which would have occUrred otherwise could be considered "heads".

CALLIOPE: since both were possible, and paradox space is the way it is, they actUally both happened. and we jUst "happened" (hee hee) to get tails instead of heads.

yup yup yup pretty par for the course of timesplits in homestuck so far

CALLIOPE: not at all! since both possibilities depend on one another's existence, it really doesn't make sense to call them "right" or "wrong". they both just "are".

yup, this is true, the ending’s of both referenced the others, so it’s disingenuous to say one is “canon” while the other isn’t

one is simply in the realm of actual possibility, the other is in the realm of unlikely possibility

More than likely, John would have chosen to leave and go die and be the hero like in Meat, but there was still the possibility that he would stay, even if it was unlikelier than the other, but since both were possible choices for him to realistically make, both actually happened for real

CALLIOPE: anyway, the reason i went on this tangent in the first place was to explain that the space we are standing in right now has a special significance, in that it is the location which corresponds to the black hole's singUlarity

that’s interesting, so there’s the original meteor that crashed into the surface of Earth C, and it’s in here that the singularity of what I don’t wanna call the Green Hole to match the Green Sun when I wanna talk about this specific Black Hole lolol

but yeah, here in this meteor lies the crux of the paradox it seems, interesting, also interesting again, this is where that Hiveswap Portal is

Hiveswap does have a plot point of “Joey must do thing in 11 days otherwise Earth and Alternia will be destroyed” and the only known destruction event of Earth and Alternia so far in canon is the Green Sun’s Creation from the destruction of both universes (and then later Callie’s destruction of the green sun into the black hole) so is Hiveswap gonna be a factor in the green sun’s destruction/creation as well? (Joey has the symbol of the Green Sun for a reason, I’m super curious as to what factor Joey has in relation to the Green Sun’s Existence, We still don’t know what the fact those black monsters are too, they’re like nega-first guardians, the kind of things that look like would come out of a Black Hole that came from the Green Sun tbh)

It’s all inter-related I tells ya

ROXY: ur not gonna enter a weird time vortex and change the trajectory of a little girls life with the power of love

JOHN: aw.

You say that now but

CALLIOPE: it's not strictly speaking "bad" for Us to be inside of a black hole, mUch thoUgh that contradicts most of what anyone knows about them.

CALLIOPE: of coUrse, if we had fallen into it, that woUld be a whole other kettle of fish.

CALLIOPE: the tidal forces woUld have stretched Us all into spaghetti and then ripped us apart!

CALLIOPE: bUt the natUre of oUr arrival was more akin to simply "being" here, sUddenly. one moment we were not, and the next moment we were, and somehow always had been.

yeah that’s basically how this multiverse’s reality works, the future is a thing that already physically exists, just in a different location in the universe somewhere else

time travel and spacial teleportation could be said to be the same thing all along

that’s why violating the events of the future has actual consequences, because its like asking to go somewhere that doesn’t exist but how has to exist because it’s the future, too much of that and reality starts cracking at the seams to make room

same thing happens with sessions and playing sburb

the planets and dreaming moons and all that simultaneously have always existed here, and started existing only because the player played the game and the planets were generated upon entering a session, but to the player involved, it looks and feels like you are just being teleported to a different location in the universe, because you also kind of are

CALLIOPE: i mean, the natUre of space and time is a little finicky in here, bUt for the most part it doesn't seem to be anything too oUt of the ordinary.

CALLIOPE: bUt beyond that, it means that we are sealed away from the rest of existence.

CALLIOPE: oUr sphere of inflUence is limited to the sphere of the black hole's bounding horizon.

CALLIOPE: as far as everyone else is concerned, we might as well not even exist!

So you’re just in a little seperated bubble, that’s not connect temporally to any other place of existence, you aren’t anywhere in the past or the future of anywhere else

nowhere leads here, and here can not lead outwards either, theoretically, and yes it exists, so it must also

JOHN: is there no way we could let anyone know that we're in here...?

CALLIOPE: almost certainly not!

CALLIOPE: there are very few ways for anything to escape the kind of predicament that we are in right now. one of them is to be an all-powerfUl being with control over the very fabric of space, with the energy of two Universes at yoUr disposal.

CALLIOPE: in which case, escape woUld become rather trivial, if a little Unscientific.

JOHN: ok. i am going to assume that we can't just do that.

CALLIOPE: yoU've hit the nail on the head, UnfortUnately. U_U

CALLIOPE: the method i described was the one employed by my alternate self, who yoU may recall crashed through the event horizon in the body that once belonged to jade harley.

CALLIOPE: she departed through a pUnctUre she created in the black hole's surface shortly after consUming my brother, a deed which provided her with the necessary "oomph", and which was frankly rather breathtaking to watch. =u=

CALLIOPE: bUt Upon her departUre, the rift closed for good. as far as i can see, there's simply no way for Us to commUnicate with the world oUtside the black hole.

CALLIOPE: i woUld certainly be very sUrprised to find oUt that anyone had managed sUch a thing!

So someone else definitely has managed to do such a thing

JOHN: knowing that we're inside of a black hole... does that actually change anything?

JOHN: like, can't we just go on living like normal?

CALLIOPE: oh absolUtely not.

CALLIOPE: i don't know if yoU've noticed john bUt this world is on the brink of a total cataclysm.

JOHN: oh.

CALLIOPE: oUr exclUsion from the overarching coUrse of events which governs all reality means that oUr existence here is liable to dramatic and violent Upheaval.

CALLIOPE: to pUt it another way, becaUse nothing in here "matters", we are likely to be sUbjected to things which are a bit bats in the belfry, for no reason other than it's totally insignificant to the wider canon of reality.

CALLIOPE: and mUch thoUgh i am personally titillated by some of the conseqUences of this predicament, it is a degrading way for Us to live. u_u

JOHN: that's... certainly one way to put it, yeah...

yeah, so because here in the black hole neither affects the past or the future of anywhere else, being so disconnected, they are technically free of the reigns of the Alpha Timeline that exists elsewhere in the multiverse

the Alpha Timeline now being understood to simply mean, The Narrative

Things are the way they are because they are thus written to be so

CALLIOPE: at first, i believed that this was simply necessary. Us playing tails to oUr coUnterparts' heads, the black to their white, and so forth.

CALLIOPE: bUt over the years i have come to the conclUsion that this is simply not kosher.

ROXY: its total bs is what it is

CALLIOPE: right, yes.

CALLIOPE: a steaming pile of bUllshite.

CALLIOPE: and so we have decided that something needs to be done aboUt it.

Hmmm. It’s a dangerous idea to be playing with for sure, to decide all the black pieces in the game of chess suddenly become white, it is a very flip turning of reality upside down to be sure

To be honest, I’d think you’d need a powerful Doom player at your disposal to even try something like this

or actually, a powerful Doom user would be most likely to shut this entire thing down, knowing how bad of an idea it’d be, maybe it’s more you need a powerful Life player to do something like this instead

is that also why Dirk viewed Jane as an ally then? She would technically have the kind of power to upend the black and white doomy laws of reality if driven to her full potential, i mean obviously yes, we know this already because of the candy colored I-can-do-whatever-I-want-with-no-consequences lollipop

Is this what Calliope hopes to achieve with the Hiveswap Portal then? her goals for Joey and friends are to be the ones to prevent their universe’s twin destructions, and thus the Green Sun’s initial existence and then also the destruction into the Black Hole after the fact? that would be one way to prevent the Black Hole from existing, making it so the thing that creates the black hole never exists either

and that's certainly a canon event that would be difficult to tear asunder without major consequences

That would be a “Re-writing Homestuck from the very beginning” level of canon event

And if I’m correct, Joey is theorized by me to be a Mage of Life, if any classpect at their full potential was gonna do something like that, or have the impossible knowledge to something impossibly paradoxical like that, well..

ROXY: but u dont need to worry abt busting us outta space jail tbh

ROXY: thats not ur problem to fix

JOHN: oh.

JOHN: i'm... not sure i follow, then.

ROXY: i mean yeah ur gonna obvs facilitate it in a sense

ROXY: but only by going and busting the person who can actually help us outta normal earth jail

CALLIOPE: we need yoU to free vriska from the clUtches of oUr misgUided friend jane, and bring her here, to the singUlarity.

ROXY: weve been calling it the plot point

CALLIOPE: yes, the plot point is a key part of oUr plan.

CALLIOPE: as far as we have been able to sUrmise, the only remaining method for escaping oUr grim confinement depends on leveraging the UniqUe properties of this location to create an event of sUch catalcysmic proportions that it simply cannot be contained within the black hole any more.

CALLIOPE: something SO dramatic, so hyper-relevant, that it becomes ontologically impossible for anyone to ignore it.

CALLIOPE: for that, we need an individUal of sUfficient narrative cloUt, so to speak.

CALLIOPE: and to liberate her, who better than the embodiment of the aspect of freedom itself?

I mean yeah! makes sense! Johns major factor here is Freedom, Vriska’s is Importance

and yeah, I can think of no other wholly dramatic event that to mess with stuff with the Green Sun, everyone will have eyes on that, they have to, their whole existence the way it is relies on it

But, they could also mean something else, its only condition is that it has to be something so imflappably impossible, something so not-canon and so outrageous that it basically horse-shoes around to the other end of the canon spectrum to being something that truly exists again

and that could be literally anything and it’s nerve wracking and exciting to see what thing theyre gonna come up with to just directly kneecap Homestuck itself

ROXY: thx babe

ROXY: oh is it 2 soon for that joke or

JOHN: no, weirdly enough, that one’s fine.

(yeah that’s because Babe can be construed as feminine June)

so, I’m basically convinced they’re doing June Egbert now

that to me was like, pretty severely on the nose

John: Hey Roxy, what it does mean when you find a sense of freedom when all of the symbolism of the masculinity surrounding your childhood burns down around you

Roxy: idk It’s probably a gender thing man

John: I didn’t say the word gender-

Roxy: It’s ok babe no pressure, we can hash it out later

John: Hmm, later then. :)

Roxy: (Turns and looks towards the camera with a knowing smile)

shit all that imagery makes me think of Roxy as that picture of the small kid smirking at the camera while a house burns in the distance XD

[somebodytolovesx]

National Anthem - Steve Rogers

Summary - Everyone spends Fourth of July weekend at Tony’s home in the Hamptons, Mr America himself is there to celebrate his birthday too.

Author’s Note - I don’t actually think Steve’s birthday is on the Fourth of July but I could not resist this opportunity.

Warnings - Fluff/Alluding to smut. 

Fourth of July was celebrated by all of the Avengers at Tony’s home in the Hamptons for the independece of America but for Mr America’s birthday too.

For the weekend, Tony Stark’s driveway would be taken over by the fast cars of his friends and family and his house would be full of people talking and dancing with each other. It was always a rather larger ordeal at one of the three Stark homes (It normally was on a rotation, where the party would be held each year). There would be the endless music and the ever-flowing bottles of champagne, then the firework display which was to die for as always. On any one of Tony Stark’s Fourth of July weekends, his neighbours would think that he was The Great Gatsby. 

Some of the cars had already arrived by five O’clock in the driveway like they would annually with three spaces spare, one of them for Steve Rogers who had driven from Brooklyn with his sweet, little Y/N sat next to him in the sleek, black Audi. Bucky Barnes was in the car behind them, following Steve’s directions to the address, he and Natasha, who sat in the passenger seat with her hand on his thigh, were coming together this year for the first time.

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The front windows were down and the wind was through Y/N’s hair, pushing some of it out of her face sparing some of the tight curls to blow over her forehead and her Y/E/C eyes that were so electrified by her red lips. Her dress had no wrinkles in it, fit for every curve on her body and sewn with the shade of blue that made her look so gorgeous, as Steve thought.

That morning whilst they were getting ready after their quick birthday rendezvous, she could not stop staring at him. It was like every morning when they woke that Y/N admired how handsome her man was and doted on him but that day, it must have been his extra birthday glow that was making her feel hot.

Before Steve Rogers came along, Y/N was astray from what she needed. She was on a rampage of wining and dining every night with nobody to do it with and no reason to do it at all, her excessive buying of things she used but never needed was some nights it was collateral damage.Other nights, she would be driving with nowhere to go in mind after finishing a bottle of wine to herself. When one leads such a reckless life, she was bound to meet bad people who fed her bad habits but the lines were blurred between the real and the fake so it needn’t matter to Y/N. Before Steve came along, in quite the damsel in distress manner. He pulled her out of all of that and held her up until she could stand for herself and in the process, whether he realised it or not, he fell in love with her and kept her safe in his bell tower for the years that followed until now. Quite the old love story.

Though even Steve Rogers had had his bad habit of running through dates and abandoning them when the women wanted a second date, it was just a cycle that he could not find a way to break, other than to carry on living alone until his time came to enter the pearly white gates. 

There was no dates with Y/N until they were together and even then there had been no spoken confirmation of their togetherness, they were just together and grew to love each other quickly; they were holding each other ransom as Bucky Barnes often thought but that did not mean it was awful, he saw that now that the two had found what they had dreamed of finding, they over-dosed themselves on every emotion they could feel with each other, the love, the rage, the sex, the times of tiredness. The love was no surprise to Bucky, Steve was the type that even if he did not like the girl, he would at least romance them and he liked Y/N a lot.

When they parked in front of Tony’s house, Steve held Y/N’s hand tightly so her heels did not give under her feet along the cobblestone and stopped and stood in front of her when she needed to adjust her dress before walking in to the house - which’s doors was wide open for all and any guests.

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To say that the energy of summer was in all guests would be a lie, there were a couple of guests that Steve and Y/N were briefly familiar with that looked like they were at a business meeting, trying to impress the boss in the top of the tower instead of at a party. For the rest of the party guests that Y/N and Steve knew however, summer was in the air and all around them, they were jovial with their drinks in their hands and talking with their friends and dancing. In a few corners of the room, there were their colleagues making sure to socialise and have themselves a little fun whilst they could. 

“Steve, sweet Y/N!” Tony opened his arms to them and hugged Y/N, “Drinks are over there and you know everything else”. 

Steve thanked Tony and walked with Y/N over to the bar with his hand on her lower back. 

“Oh, going with the red wine?” Steve teased.

“You’ve never known me to drink white” Y/N replied.

“You only drink white when you’re nervous” He said.  

“I’d be drinking white wine all day if it was when I was nervous. It’s if I’m with my parents I drink white” Y/N told him.

“So I was right then? When you’re nervous”.

After they replenished themselves on wine, Steve brought Y/N over to Bucky and Natasha who were sticking to themselves; their love story was different in every way to Steve and Y/N’s but when they all went out together, there were never problems with finding something they all wanted to do or something to talk about.

So as the four of them walked around the party together, Steve and Bucky cracked jokes about the guests that they knew secret things about and Natasha reminded them that they’re meant to be the good people in the room, Y/N was amused on the comments they made but told Steve that Natasha was right. 

“Why don’t you two go dance? That used to be your past-time right?” Natasha laughed. 

“There’s a reason it’s called a past-time, Steve might though?” Bucky squeezed her shoulder.

“I’ll stick to my normal pace” Steve spoke. 

The music playing on the stereo that cut out then and there was a crackling in the speakers then a voice, “All Americans, please direct yourselves out to the backyard for our wondrous firework display directed by the lovely Pepper Potts” Of course, it was Tony stood at the top of the staircase clinking his glass.

“And Russians” Natasha yelled up at him. 

“And Asgardians” From another corner of the room. 

“Get out in the backyard” Tony said into the microphone. 

The double doors into the backyard were opened and whoever was standing closest to them exited out first then the people closest to the front door were out on the grass last. The backyard seemed endless and whoever the Stark’s gardener was, was probably kept busy all day - the grass was trimmed in neat rows and vibrant and the sea was below with a few people in it celebrating in their own way. Steve imagined how nice it would be on a Sunday morning to sit out there with Y/N and listen to the waves once they both were retired and done with the worst of the world, maybe with another dog or a few kids too.

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Steve stood behind Y/N in the middle of the crowd and held her against him with his arm tucked around her waist so she wouldn’t get bashed around by all of the people, she lent her head against his chest and kissed over his shoulder. 

“How much do you want to bet that they’ll be red, white and blue?” Steve asked. 

“I don’t know if I want to take that bet because I already know” Y/N laughed at him. Steve didn’t know how she knew but he was defeated already, he wanted a fair bet with a fair price. 

“I thought I could pull you into a bit of fun”.

“When do you not?”. 

When the fireworks went off, they fizzed up into the sky and exploded into a dazzling array of red, silver and blue. They went up in all different shapes and exploded in all different mesmerising ways, they lasted for the best part of an hour. And to even further convey the spirit of Fourth of July, Tony had the National Anthem playing through the speakers whilst the display lasted which had made Natasha mutter something about hating him. 

Steve was humming along to the anthem against the back of Y/N’s neck, rubbing over her hips with the backs of his hands.

“Do you mind coming with me afterwards?” Steve muttered. 

“This is your birthday, Mr America” Y/N looked back at him. His eyes got more blue the longer she looked at them, she could see the fireworks going off in the reflection of them and enjoyed how she felt with his eyes on her. His eyes lowered over her figure and the smile on his face grew.

“You’ll enjoy it” Steve promised and squeezed his arm around her wist. He gave her a kiss then watched the last fizz of fireworks.

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It was nearing dark outside and the temperature was dropping slowly but surely, some of the guests with kids or pets to tend too or work the next morning had started to say their goodbyes but not many had left, they wouldn’t start to leave until later in the evening. Especially Bruce and Thor who had made a bet with Tony earlier that week saying that they could easily be Iron Man for the day, they had lost, so in return, had to stay behind to tidy up the bar (The messiest part of the home after one of Tony’s Fourth of July parties).

The other Avengers had had their own plans to be concerned with; Clint was heading back to be with the family, Wanda and Vision were back to their apartment to catch their favourite television programme, Bucky and Nat were leaving at ten, Sam was hanging out till Bucky left because he was his ride and Peter had left already. Steve and Y/N were staying around until ten then they had to leave to get back to the dogs in time. Everyone else was scattered. 

Steve and Y/N came into the house when everyone else started too, they agreed the fireworks were as good as last years but wondered if Tony was ever going too change them, Y/N said he should change them so that it’s just Steve’s face, that would be amusing and she was sure that she could twist Tony’s arm enough for him to do it in time for next year.

“Where was it you wanted me to come with you?” Y/N asked with her chin on Steve’s shoulder.

“Just a moment, sweetheart”, he leaned over to Bucky and whispered a few words in his ear that made him have to stifle a laugh. 

Natasha eyed Y/N to see if she had any idea to what they were talking about but Y/N had no idea. 

“This is the price we pay for dating best friends” Y/N mouthed to her and rolled her eyes. Natasha tipped her head towards her friend and her lips curved into a mischief-ridden smile. The both of them tried to listen in on what Bucky and Steve were saying.

They didn’t hear anything before Steve was finished whispering but they caught what was said afterwards. 

“You’ll still be here when we get back?” Steve asked.

“Don’t worry about that, by the time your finished, I’ll still have the same drink in my hand” Bucky laughed. 

“I’m sure Nat could say the same about you, Buck. We’ll be back later”.

He squeezed Y/N’s hand and told her to come with him, he was leading them up the staircase of Tony’s house and through one of the doors along the hallway. 

The room was dim with the curtains open but the sun setting, it was a large bedroom with a television, a freshly-made bed against one of the walls, it had the serenity in it’s silence that made you feel as if you had just walked into another part of the world.  

“Well I can finally lay down” Y/N turned on her feet to face Steve. 

“Too tired?” He asked. 

“Oh, I’d love to see you walk in heels all day”. 

“Yeah?”. 

Steve put his lips on hers and kissed her, it felt like they were in their own romance movie but better than that because it was real and Steve was so sweet and gentle with her. It was even dangerous, the way it was when Steve kissed her, she would have done anything he asked in that moment, she could have stood in the way of her worst fears because it was like falling into a pit of gold. 

Y/N kicked off her heels and pulled Steve by the collar of his button up shirt, over to the bed.

“Tell me how much you want me Steve” Y/N muttered. 

“You already know” He muttered back. 

He took Y/N’s hands off his shirt and made her sit down on the edge of the bed, “Well, lay down then”. 

Y/N looked up at him for a moment, waiting for him to say something more or do something, he looked back down at her and waited. She laid her back against the duvet and buttoned down the first three buttons of her dress.

[ihsanxdemirci]

i h s a n     d e m i r c i

bio   /  dossier   /   connections   /   muse

BASICS  :

FULL NAME     :     ihsan demirci

AGE    :    thirty

BIRTHDATE    :    april 13

GENDER ID    :    cis man

PRONOUNS    :   he / his

OCCUPATION   :   army infantry;  tactical linguist

CURRENT LOCATION    :    salem, massachusetts

LANGUAGES    :    english,    turkish,    arabic

PHYSICAL  :

FACECLAIM    :    alp navruz

HEIGHT    :    185cm / 6'1"

WEIGHT    :    80kg / 176lbs

BUILD    :    athletic

DOMINANT HAND    :    left

HAIR    :    black;    messy curls;   too long

EYES    :    hazel;    gold flakes

FACIAL HAIR   :   always stubbled

VOICE    :    soft gravel;    tempered;    subtle turkish accent

LIFESTYLE  :

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS   :   currently residing alone in his family home,   attempting to clean and organize his parent’s belongings,   very little of his personality is present,  but does keep candles lit when he’s there ( enjoys vanilla and cinnamon ).   keeps things neat and orderly,   there is still far too much clutter for his liking.

DIET    :   balanced,    enjoys spices and strong flavors,    doesn’t understand sushi.    cooks very well,    primarily turkish / middle eastern style cuisine.  taco bell is his favorite restaurant ( and yes, is convinced it counts as a restaurant. )  chocolate and anything with lots of cinnamon are his favorite sweets.

CLOTHING STYLE  :  comfortable and practical.   jeans, t-shirts, sweaters;    enjoys texture and earthy colors.   dislikes being cold,    so often layered.   rarely wears accessories.

HOBBIES  :  the violin

SEXUAL ORIENTATION    :    homosexual

DRUG USE    :    no

SMOKING    :    no

ALCOHOL    :    occasionally,   socially

BIOGRAPHY  :

trigger warnings:  homophobia, alcoholism,  abuse,  violence,  war,  ptsd,  parental death

Ihsan's parents immigrated to the United States from Ankara,   Turkey shortly after marrying in their early twenties.   His father enlisted in the army,   while his mother found her passion in teaching private violin lessons and performing with local orchestras.   Between his deployments,   the couple moved around quite a bit as his orders required until,   after some difficultly conciving,   they finally became pregnant with who would be their first and only child.   The decision was made to settle into Salem,   wanting to give their son as stable a life as possible without all of the moving around required by the military.   Because his father would continue to deploy while Ihsan was very young,   he was primarily raised by his mother.   Early on,   Ihsan was a happy child,   bright and friendly,   with hardly a care in the world while attending school,   playing with his neiborhood friends,   and learning the same love for the violin that his mother had.

However,   when he was thirteen years old,   everything changed for the family after his father was hurt in a conflict overseas,   and the army had to make the decision to medically retire him.   Losing his career and the only way of life he'd known was a devastating blow to his father,   and to cope with the loss he turned to whiskey to numb his anger and depression.   With nothing else to occupy himself with,   and in chronic pain from his injuries,   his father's focus turned a critical eye to his son and the way he was developing.   While there was a lot to be proud of,   Ihsan was,   in his opinion,   too soft;   he played no sports,   preferred to spend his free time with books and music,   and had close to nothing in common with his old man.   His father's sudden and often times overbearing involvement in Ihsan's hobbies sparked heated arguments between his parents,   often resulting in slammed doors and broken glass;   at one point,   Ihsan even recalls the local police being called,   as the neighbors feared their fighting had escalated into violence.

Ihsan,   feeling responsible for his parent's disagreements,   tried to placate his father by beginning to show interest in sports at school,   signing up for jiu jitsu lessons,   and going with him to the gun range to learn how to shoot.   For a time,   it worked,   and it appeared as though they'd all found a way to live within their new normal at last.

That is,   until a rumor found it's way to his father that Ihsan was seen kissing another boy in the parking lot after a school dance.   When he got home that night and curled into bed,   his lungs rattled with the pain of his father's disapproval and his split lip stained his pillow with blood,   his father's liquor-scented voice growling on repeat in his head,   "no son of mine..."

In time,   Ihsan was able to convince his father that it all had been a misunderstanding.   A lesson,   hard learned,   that in order to keep the peace in his family,   he would have to carefully navigate his own life,   to wear a mask and keep secret the parts of himself that would set off his father's temper.   This façade of his became a routine that followed Ihsan even after graduation,   when he felt he'd met the love of his life;   Milo Boone.   But what he'd used to protect himself all these years was the very same thing that drove Milo to eventually have to end things between them,   Ihsan's insistence on living in secrecy suffocating Milo's own vibrant truth.

Heartbroken and entirely without direction,   Ihsan decided to chase his father's footsteps and enlisted into the army.   He wanted out of Salem,   and away from everything that reminded him of his own failures and cowardice,   to run from his perpetual knack for disappointing those around him.  He joined the infantry,   and was trained as a specialist in tactical linguistics,   being already fluent in english,   turkish,   and arabic.   Ihsan threw himself into his career,   signing into back to back contracts and forcing himself to stay as busy as possible.   So much so that when the news his mother had died in a car accident,   he was unable to get home in time to even attend her funeral.

Years passed in a repetitive blur of deployments and combat,   and just as his contract is due to expire,   he gets word that his father had fallen critically ill;   his years of drinking ( which worsened after the death of his wife ) had finally caught up with him.   Ihsan,   planning to return home to care for him,   in a final let down,   didn't make it in time for him,   either. Rather than being at his father's side in his remaining days,   he finds himself at his graveside instead.

Ihsan is currently living again in his childhood home as he takes some time to organize his parent's things and figure out what to do with himself next.   Part of him is considering returning to the military,   but with that thought comes a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach as another part of him insists that,   for now at least,   Salem is where he needs to be in to try and reacquaint himself with the person he'd been meant to be all along.   Beyond figuring out his future,   Ihsan struggles with his past;   his time in the army leaving perpetual dark circles beneath his eyes as sleep evades him,  cut short by nightmares of combat,   loud noises jarring him wide awake in the middle of the night.    

[justdyingslowly]

1. Name justdyingslowly obviously come on

2. Nationality Australian

3. Age 22

4. Birthday nnnah dont feel like it

5. Zodiac sign (or your primal zodiac sign) Libra/Scorpio cusp

6. Gender wamon

7. Sexuality very very hetero

8. Your looks (add a picture or describe yourself) androgenous

9. What do you/did you study? Psychology (focus on sexology) and art.

10. What’s your current job like?/What job would you like to have? I am disabled you think I can work ha sexologist would be awesome. When I was a kid I wanted to be a fireman but Australias always burning

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11. Your birth order head first

12. How many siblings do you have? 1

13. Do you have good relations with your family? yeah dads finally out of his abusive relationship, nearing age 70 and his emotions and his sexuality are finally opening up for the first time and that makes me SO happy.

14. How many friends do you have? what kind of fucked up question is this.

15. Your relationship status relationshipped. Fiance? got the marriage papers in a drawer somewhere with the car rego but can’t be fucked filling them?

16. What do you look for in a SO? empathetic, mature, calm. Always open to discussion. Prefers to be blunt rather than secretive. Emotional age over 14 (incredibly fucking rare apparently). Puts an importance on context and understanding other views above all else.

17. Do you have a crush? Hellll yeah Crush on my partner and got a crush on a mutual friend of ours who don’t even know hes cute af hehe one day partners gonna accidentally spill the beans and embarrass me coz hes shit with secrets RIP me.

18. When did you have your first kiss? You think I can remember this bullshit? Its not that big a deal

19. Do you prefer serious and meaningful relationships or casual dating/one night stands? One night stand sex almost exclusively sucks. Just. SUCKS. Because neither of you know what the other likes and it ends up being an awkward mix of trying to please yourself while trying to also be considerate.

20. What are your deal breakers? Plugging your ears to anything that feels gross, uncomfortable or disagrees with you. How can you grow as a person without introspection? How can you mold what you think and believe without taking in other arguments and comparing them to your beliefs to see how they stack up? Its pathetic.

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21. How was your day? cute mutual friend had a fall this morning and were both worried about him. His back is bad and he’s getting a little older, he can’t be getting dizzy and having falls like that. other than that im anxious about seeing my gastro. He’s lovely but... specialists are specialists. Good at knowing what they know but not always great at listening.

22. Favourite food & drink you think im allowed to eat or drink? water and... foods a touchy subject.

23. What position do you sleep in? Usually on my side with a body pillow to grip so I don’t end up choking my partner in his sleep.

24. What was your last dream about? uuhhh...going to italy and being unable to get into this tiny basket boat properly.

25. Your fears does PTSD to medical shit count haha

26. Your dreams ... going to italy and being unable to get into a tiny basket boat thingy?

27. Your goals - get some sort of diagnosis eventually. Its been 3 years of trying and im tired. - get back to studying art part time for my bachelors. - pass JLPT N3. - go back to university for psychology. - do the dishes when I get home.

28. Any pets? two budgies. we also take care of any orphaned or injured birds.

29. What are your hobbies? feeling nauseous drawing writing a little bit im making a little gameboy game in C atm too

30. Any cool places in your area? i live next to a national park with waterfalls and koalas and emus and stuff

31. What was your last awkward situation? mutual friend made a comment on his chest i playfully smacked it (related to the comment) it was surprisingly hard “O-oh wow, thats... I didnt expect that” my partner laughed at me. it was awful.

32. What is your last regret? getting embarrassed at friends pecs stop making me think about it 33. Language/s you can speak english. N4 Japanese.

34. Do you believe in astrological stuff? (Zodiac, tarot, etc.) of course not what the fuck

35. Have any quirks? Quirkless. I do wiggle when im happy though apparently.

36. Your pet peeves open doors.

37. Ideal vacation spend a months chilling in an old japanese house in autumn hokkaido oooooof that sounds nice

38. Any scars? internal? yes

39. What does your last text message say? peepee poopoo ustinky

40. Last 5 things from your search history how do i find this

41. What’s your [device] background? Sam Porter Bridges walkin around Sam Porter Bridges cuddling BB-28 Louise while he sleeps my chicken

42. What do you daydream about? all might

43. Describe your dream home an old japanese house in autumn hokkaido oooooof that sounds nice

44. What’s your religion/Your thought about religion its a comforting thought having a parent-figure who cares about you and looks after all the big things you can’t manage yourself, but institutionalizing it runs a severe risk of becoming harmful cults. And it often does.

45. Your personality type me

46. The most dangerous thing you’ve done i saw the lost bunny that was on all the posters in the neighbourhood looked thin and patchy so i grabbed him to take him home. im allergic. sent me to hospital and I almost died.

47. Are you happy with your current life? feeling sick sucks and partners having a depressive episode but things are pretty good

48. Some things you’ve tried in your life living

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49. What does your wardrobe consist of? blacks, reds, whites and pinks

50. Favourite colour to wear? at the moment pink. Red is always comforting though.

51. How would you describe your style? mix between lazy alternative punk, teenager with band shirts and harajuku peach kawaii uwu

52. Are you happy with your current looks? kinda wish i was a bit shorter but what can you do

53. If you could change/add something to your appearance - impossible or not - what would it be? bit shorter

54. Any tattoos or piercings? lol no PTSD

55. Do you get complimented often? by who? partner constantly, family haha are you kidding im australian so a friend’s version of showing affection is calling you a cunt and slapping your ass in public

56. Favourite aesthetic? all might

57. A popular trend that you dislike blocking because you disagree or find them distasteful. Ignoring all context to opposing thoughts and arguments. taking a personal feeling of disgust to mean something is evil. Blocking your ears to anything that isn’t a circlejerk of what you already think - and trying to isolate anyone who even just listens to something other then the noise of your sloppy dicks to have a thought of their own.

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58. Songs you’re currently obsessed with? The Machine by Low Roar

59. Song you normally wouldn’t admit you like. why wouldnt i admit i like a song

60. Favourite genre? probably enka haha

61. Favourite artist/band/genre? probably enka haha oh and tatsuro yamashita

62. Hated popular songs/artists? why the hell would I hate something like a song? I hate aspects of the music industry as a whole I guess?

63. Put your music on shuffle and list first 5 which playlist they aren’t all together in one place

64. Can you sing or play any instruments? piano, saxophone... uh... partners good at making music and playing shakuhachi

65. Do you like karaoke? no.

66. Own any albums? yes? many?

67. Do you listen to radio? What stations? no. but triple J, ABC Jazz and Classical. sometimes they even play final fantasy and JRPG music on classical which is pretty neat. -

68. Favourite movie/series? can i make this about games because then the answer is Metal Gear Solid

69. Favourite genre of movies/books/etc ...shounen?

70. Your fictional crush/es if they’re over 40yrs old, male and happy and bubbily or grumpy and sad then there’s a big ol fat chance I wanna bone. Solid Snake from MGS4, All Might and pretty much anyone drawn by Tarou Madoromi.

71. Which fictional character is you? uh

72. Are you a shipper? List your otps, if so what does this even mean what language is this

73. Favourite greek god? idk hades seems chill

74. A legend from where you live that you like the story of Tjilbruke is funny and good. all Kaurna stories are good.

75. Do you like art? What’s your favourite work or artist? im in a big egon schiele mood atm.

76. Can you share your other social media? no i am incapable

77. Favourite youtubers? many

78. Favourite platform? not too high up. actually i like being a little lower than ground level in corners.

79. How much time do you spend on the internet? too much

80. What video games have you played? Which one’s your favourite? look i just want to say that MGS4 is the best one in the series and Death Stranding is phenomenally engaging.

81. Your favourite books (manga also counts) these are all so goddamn definitive how can I pick? Oh wait the answer is One Piece

82. Do you play board/card games? I play DnD atm and know 15 yr old rules to Yugioh

83. Have you ever been to a night marathon in cinema? that shit dosn’t happen here

84. Favourite holiday golden week coz its a week also easter because thats when all the glucose based sweets come back

85. Are you into dramas? what kind

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86. Would you use death note, if you had one? no. thats called being a murderer.

87. What changes would you make in the world, no matter how impossible, if you had the power to? chill people out a bit. when people feel unsafe they get really depenfive and territorial and block their ears to everything, making in-and-out groups for themsevles that end up putting them in more harm.

88. Could you survive a zombie apocalypse? im disabled with a disabled partner. we arent funny sure we can survive normal everyday life when society is angled so sharply against us.

89. If you had to be turned into a paranormal being, what would it be? id like to be a mimi spirit

90. What would you want to happen to you after your death? spooky time

91. If you had to change your name, what would be your pick? toshinori yagi

92. Who would you switch your life with for a week? anyone healthy

93. Pick an emoji to be your tattoo that cursed one with the intense eyes and the hand

94. Write 3 things about yourself - only one of them must be true im me im not me im pee

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95. Cold or hot? cold.

96. Be a hero or be a villain? both are distasteful ideas in reality

97. Sing everything you want to say or rhyme? i can’t do either partner speak sin bad puns and its hell, these both sound about equal

98. Shapeshifting or controlling time? shapeshifting. controlling time is eithe rmanipulative or lonely. shapeshifing is every other superpower at once.

99. Be immortal or be immune to everything aside from natural death? both are deeply upsetting ideas

100. ….. or …..? jiji or ossan? generally Jiji, but ossans can be lovely too.

[billyhardgrove]

could you make a nsfw alphabet with billy 🙏

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Cuddles and cigarettes pretty much sums it up. Just lying there with you, nicotine in his lungs, that’s when Billy’s most content. Your chin would be resting on his chest as you look up at him, while his hand would trace up and down along the spine of your back, the pair of you revelling in each other’s company. The calm mood was a complete contrast to what you had been doing moments prior.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Of his own, it would have to be his arms. We all know he works out like a maniac, lifting weights, doing push ups etc. And he loves the times when he’s pounding into you and your fingers have to grasp onto his arms from the utter pleasure you were in. He also can’t deny the talent of his hands, using his fingers in ways that have you screaming his name while it also being a good visual for him, fuck.

His favourite body part of yours would have to be your tits – he prefers boobs over ass – and he finds it so sexy watching them bounce while you’re working his cock inside of you, with him not being able to help himself when his lips start sucking and licking at the nipples. But then also, your own lips are a whole other turn on, kissing them whenever he can, no matter where you guys are, in public or not, he adores having your mouth on his. He also loves taking your lower lip in between his teeth when you’re heavily making out and especially loves seeing your lips wrapped around his cock while you look up at him, God, in those moments, you truly had him wrapped around your finger.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He enjoys watching you cum, the way your eyes close and your mouth forms an ‘o’ as he hits the perfect spot to make you release. Seeing you fall apart because of him not only increases his ego but also assures him that he’s somewhat good at treating you well – something that he’s always so doubtful over no matter how many times you reassure him. There was just something about being able to pleasure you so well that made him feel a little more confident in himself around you, secure even, that, as stupid as it sounds, you really did want to be with him and that you weren’t faking it.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The dirty polaroids he has of you stashed in his desk drawer. You had just gotten the camera for your birthday and Billy took it upon himself to do a photoshoot, if you like, of the two of you together. He loved looking at them if he was horny and you weren’t there to help him out. He was particularly fond of the one with you where you were laying back on your bed, your face in utter ecstasy, mid-orgasm, your mouth agape, your eyes scrunched shut. Billy’s dick was visible towards the bottom where his cum was shooting out onto your tits and it was the hottest picture he had ever seen. It was like something straight out of a porno and it never failed to get Billy hard from a mere glance at it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s as experienced as they come. The concept of commitment was completely tarnished and torn apart when the only representation he had of it was between his mum and dad, and their shitty relationship is what led him to be the way he was today. So yes, he’s slept around, a lot. He knew exactly what he was doing but that only made him so much more addictive. And the idea that sure he had been with many others before you was perhaps a little intimidating, it also gave you a hidden confidence because you were the one he chose to – dare you say – commit to.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Billy loves fucking you from behind. He loves seeing your face pressed into the mattress, your eyes closed in pleasure as your hands grasp onto the bed sheets beneath you. And it’s gotta be the hottest thing when he slaps your ass and your mouth opens and the sexiest moan leaves your lips every time.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

There are some times when it’s more light-hearted and you guys are just messing around, maybe having lazy giggly morning sex or having a quickie somewhere, but other times it’s very rough, very dirty and very hot. Dirty talk and moans matched with various different positions are what most hook ups consist of.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

This is Billy we’re talking about; he cares about his appearance a lot and that includes downstairs as well. So he keeps it tidy, trims it, keeps it neat.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

For the most part, Billy isn’t that romantic, preferring dominance and rough, hard sex as opposed to ‘passionate’ sex. However, there have been the occasional times in which he may have been in a low mood, feeling vulnerable and particularly clingy towards you because he had convinced himself that you were thinking of leaving him. And so that would lead to the two of you actually ‘making love’, nothing but affection and love and care shared between the two of you as he takes it slow, wanting to prove to you that he adores you and you show him that you won’t leave him.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)

He does it whenever he can. Every morning in the shower, sometimes slipping out of class to do it in a janitor’s closet; wherever he can get away with it, he’ll do it. The guy’s got a very high sex drive, what can he say.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He’s pretty kinky. Billy’s very in to being rough and dominant so a lot of the times you hook up there’d be choking and spanking, a lot of dirty talk and name calling.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Surprisingly – as much as he loves his car – his Camaro probably wouldn’t be his favourite. Sure, it’s an easy choice when there’s nowhere else but really it’s quite cramped which really limits what exactly he can do. He actually really likes doing it against furniture, perhaps bending you over your desk or on the sofa where the risk of getting caught is high. But then again, sometimes just fucking on a bed is the most simple and satisfying.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Red lingerie – there’s just something about it that he fines so hot, the way it compliments your body, how frisky and sexy it is when you slowly and teasingly remove it from your body. God, he gets reminded of how truly lucky he is from seeing you in your underwear.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There’s not a lot Billy wouldn’t do because as we know, he’s very rough and dominating, but he absolutely refuses to share you. You’re his, and his only, and there was no chance of another guy getting his hands on you just to get him off. He also wouldn’t do anything that you wouldn’t be up for. He wouldn’t force you to do something or try and persuade you to change your mind if you’re adamant not to, as he respects you and doesn’t want to make you do something you’re not 100% comfortable with.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Honestly, he loves receiving. There’s just something so hot about it that on days in which you’re merely wearing your hair in a ponytail or he catches sight of the bruises on your knees, he finds himself trying to fix his pants because it reminds him of you sucking him off. The way your mouth wraps around him, your eyes looking up at him innocently while you’re doing the furthest thing from innocence. And, God, he loves getting sucked off in scandalous places, whether it’s behind some bushes at the park, or while he’s driving, he just loves it.

And of course, he adores going down on you too. Tasting your sweetness and hearing your moans for him while he pleases you with his tongue. Sometimes just out of the blue he would ask you to sit on his face just so he could pleasure you because he knew how much you liked it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough always. Billy has a lot of pent up anger and aggression, and the way he releases it is either through fighting or sex, so naturally he’s very rough when he fucks. Seeing the nail marks on his back paired with the bruises on your hips, he loves the reminders of the mind-blowing sex you guys always have and he sometimes can’t help but show them off to others (like while he’s playing basketball, shirtless).

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Billy loves to fuck whenever he can, so of course he loves quickies. Normally he enjoys doing foreplay and taking his time, teasing and taunting, making you want him before he finally gives it to you, but sometimes there just isn’t a lot of time and a quick fuck is all he needs right then.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Of course! Billy lives life like he’s going to die young (I’m not sad fuck off) and that often involves risk taking. He loves (as previously stated) driving while you’re sucking him off, and that can go vice versa too; he’s fingered you a handful of times while you’ve been driving, before you’ve had to pull over and sit on his cock. He also would be down for anal (so long as you are obviously), which he has done a couple of times before but he knows it’s not as enjoyable for the girl most times (but he’d be sure to make it up to you in other ways ;) )

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Billy’s built up his stamina and he can last for a long time. He always always makes sure you finish before he does, ensuring you’ve came twice most times before he finishes. Then give him a moments rest and he could go again, sometimes a third time too if he’s really horny.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He wouldn’t personally use them, but he couldn’t deny that the image of you doing it to yourself would definitely give him a hard on. Though he prefers to pleasure you himself rather than the aid of some toy. Billy doesn’t need help.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A fucking lot. He loves to watch the excitement build in your eyes and face, watching the way your body reacts to what he does, your back arching off the bed when he hits the perfect spot. You would be absolutely soaking for the boy before his cock has even been inside you. The filthy words he would whisper to you, telling you of exactly what he would do to you, which way he would take you, even the mere lustful expression he would give you, his lip in between his teeth as his eyes trail your body, God, he knows how to make you want him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He isn’t big on moaning (though he for sure loves to hear yours). He lets out low deep grunts, that are not too loud but are often pressed to your ear, and lets out throaty ‘fuck’s occasionally when he thrusts into you in a certain way. However, he is big on his dirty talk, not being able to help himself with telling you how you feel, what way you’re taking him, with a lot of ‘you’re pussy feels so tight around me, baby’ and ‘God, your filthy mouth takes my cock so well’.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Billy is possessive and jealous as fuck. If a guy so much as looks at your ass, he will either be putting the guy in his place or else showing him exactly who you belong to, probably making out with you in front of them, or merely smacking your ass to which you would blush at. But sometimes you enjoy messing with him a bit, making the boy jealous on purpose because, my God, jealous sex is the single dirtiest and hottest thing you have ever had, and you just love when it happens. Billy is rougher, wilder, more dominant as he goes out of his way to show you just who’s girlfriend you are, often painting you with marks so as everyone else is well aware the next day too.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Let’s just say, the next day after sex you often find yourself with a sore jaw and difficulty walking.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very. It’s like his blood is always poisoned with lust and hormones as he’s horny 24/7.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It depends on the circumstances, but he could fall asleep pretty easily (though that doesn’t necessarily mean he does) as he is next to you and he is completely content. Though, for the most part, he enjoys cuddling you, talking about nonsense and waiting until he finally hears your breathing deepen before he finally allows himself to pass out, with at least one arm around you. It’s just, sometimes his brain starts telling him that you’re going to leave, and he falls scared of being alone, but so long as he actually sees you falling asleep in his arms, then he can sleep in peace, knowing you’re right there by his side.

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Final Cyperpunk2077 playthrough thoughts

Finished the game finally, general thoughts above spoilers, then a log of actions/reactions below cut

overall the game was #fine  Not even discussing the bugs I had and CDPR’s issues as a studio, the game felt shallow as a puddle outside the main quest and a few side quests. Driving is bad, combat quickly became boring, there isn’t much divergence as promised with your origin, so why replay it from the beginning? But the larger flaws are not just technical issues like how poorly cars handle, but design choices that make a lot of side quests “go here kill enemies loot documents“ boring. Comparing the yellow ! quests, with Witcher 3 monster contracts: they had a deeper story sometime, and you had a to fight enemies with different combat styles. A lot of the skills and perks shown in E3 material that would have made for more interesting builds were either removed from the game, or don’t work. 

I took a week off from playing this game, because I got to the point Of no return, and was finishing up side quests and hit a bug. Then i was thinking: is this it? For a game that I took the release week Friday off work to play because I wanted to experience the story with no spoilers; its just indicative of how somehow along the way I became apathetic with both gameplay and story.

the bit where Saul says Panam was right he was wrong, then gives her a hug. Just omaze. Wasn't expecting to pass out, but i love how all the aldacados greet you when you wake up and ask if you are ok.

really enjoy how Takemura hates all the awful food that is present in the future in Night City, and yet will still get pizza for the stake out. Seeing the cat, hearing about his backstory, who am i to just him for his corporate soldier backstory. "there are no clean hands but it is important how they become dirty"

apparently for Pisces quest you get a different ending if you do nonlethal to take down Maiko, so I reloaded a save and did that. Judy is a lot happier. She gave me a KISS, versus being shaken and upset.  I don't see Clouds being independent going well, they probably should join with the Mox

(had to relaunch the game here, since there was a bug that didn't let me hack anything)

After that I made sure to do nonlethal taking down Oda. Quickhacks and jumping away from attacks ftw.

I like how one of the reporters is there and you can repeatedly walk into her shot, and ruin it.

Of course I went back for Takemura in the apartment. I've played Deus Ex, and didn't save Paul the first time, so of course I had to go back for the rescue.

Johnny gave me his dog tags, and said that when the time comes it's his life for mine. I wonder if this dialogue would change any depending on the choice.

the scene where Johnny takes control drives home just how much an asshole he is. I just muted my headphones, and skipped through it b/c it wasn't exactly fun to sit through. I really like Rouge, her line of "I could never confuses the two of you", like I want her to like V for V

I drove out to the dump, because I knew you could find Dexter Deshawn's corpse. Also found the corpse of Bartmoss the guy who destroyed the net in a cooler nearby. It's neat that there are these things you can stumble upon in the world, but like the world is so big I needed to look up a guide to find where in the dump was Dexter's corpse. (update the bartmoss quest was kind of a let down, I just got some quickhacks not much story)

The dump through is good worldbuilding, is massive, and when i was there a dust storm blew in obscuring everything. Absolutely horrifying for their world, it's environmentally fucked.

I had decided to go with the Judy romance a while ago, and finally did that 3rd quest. It's sweet the build up to the date in the phone call and the different convo choices you have leading to sex; even though the 1st person sex cutscenes are still awkward af. Compared to the River one where there's a mood, here they just flash a lot of tit and vaguely suggest oral. Judy then invites you to move in with her, which you can then acknowledge it's literally playing the "lesbians move in with eachother quickly" trope, completely straight (pun intended). But I really like Judy's arc over the game as she gets to know V better, and you asking her to be with you is what stops her from leaving night city (I'm guessing friendship might stop it too, or just have a different ending).

The diving mechanic was cool, though I think this is literally the ONLY swimming mission in the game, so kind of a waste of a mechanic. I kept thinking, wow it sure would be bad if V passed out inside a building deep underwater: then "suprise pickachu face" guess what happens. Also not shocked to learn the tiger claws struck back at Clouds, without support from another gang it was bound to happen.

I like quests with Rogue, she's kind of a snarky ass just like V. I went ahead an executed Greyson I didn't trust him. Nice of Rogue to get me a jacket, but at the same time feels weird, accumulating more of a dead person's outfit piece by piece. Rogue is attractive, female silver fox way, but also i can't tell if its just to give gamers fanservice.

Wow after a few quests going "never again give Johnny control", he sounded so down talking at his non existent grave, and regretting that he was an asshole to everyone he knew, that I agreed to help him finish things with Rogue. (wonder if any choices you make change that dialogue)

Rogue: "is johnny asking me on a date or you" SURE WISH IT WAS BOTH ROGUE. I chose the kiss option but I get why Rogue says it wouldn't have been fair to her. AS V THOUGH, I TOTALLY WOULD HAVE BEEN DOWN.  Though Johnny did behave himself, glad to see trust wasn't betrayed.

Visiting Kerry, sure why not the visit with Rogue went well. It’s weird how friendly johnny is to you zig zags between side quests.

Going to find Nancy, I'm glad Dum Dum and Maelstrom showed up again. Was worried they would never follow up on that plot. Then i of course chose Denny, she had her house wrecked. But I do think its funny, I have all this Silverhand gear and no one but Rogue comments on it.

Here’s hoping male V’s get more from Kerry, you get the questline of reuniting the band, and then after talking at the bar you get repeatable dialogue prompts, and thats it for content.

Nice that you can go talk to Rogue and Judy and they will comment on the parade going poorly.

  NOTE:  I went to do a side quest Fortunate Son, and got a persistent bug where I thought quickhack was broken (turns out you just can't quickhack police) and the game wouldn't let me skip time. At this point I put down the game for a week and went to play something else, because it was the final straw. Also, that quest is poorly designed, it makes you fight a bunch of cops you can't just run away. So much for freedom of play.

Apparently I don't get the secret ending because my approval with Johnny is just 60%, and i didn't pick the specific dialogue choices required; so I went with the Rogue ending because feels like it completes her narrative more than attacking with the Aldacados

I looked up the Arasaka ending before I made changes, and wow that ending is depressing af (as to be expected)

Rogue is the best, but i was more tired of playing the game than sad she died, anyway thats what fix-it fanfic is for.

But for fucks sake, the first fight with Adam Smasher, he jumped to the upper platform, and the game bugged out so i couldn't even decide his fate. It's bugs all the way to the end. I think the ending choices were also bugged, V was attacking Johnny talking about the well, no matter what choice was prompted for bridge/well.

Then the ending. I chose for Johnny to go on with Alt.  I get why people have said they were disappointed with the endings. The Johnny ending has everyone wondering why V is now ghosting them, makes sense because this ending proves Johnny is an asshole.

Wow for saving Takemura in the hotel, he calls me and tells me “rot in hell kuso ama“ (rot in hell fucking bitch). So thats great /s. Can see that he’s obviously upset I didn’t take the arasaka offer and now the company is in turmoil. So much for thinking we were friends and guess saving Oda literally doesn’t matter for anything

But the return the body to V: V has presumably very short time left to live, the calls you from friends and acquaintances talk about how she doesn't call or visit them any more, your love interest talks about how you've been distant with them. I guess the delemain dialogue differs based on attack choice and how you resolved the Delemain quest, since it's different in a similar playthroughs on YT. As for endings for other characters it seems people are better off the more you help them, which makes sense.

But I still had this feeling not just that the ending was bittersweet, but that this didn’t in character for the V I had been playing. That Heck the Judy ending with attacking Arasaka alone/with Rogue, has her leaving Night City without you. Which fair, you knew that as you got into a relationship with her. But still feels like a downer. She's a lot happier in the Panam attack ending. I appreciate that you get different options, and options within those options, but I’m just like what narrative arc did V undergo? What personal journey was actually resolved?

[glassesofroses]

Chapter 2 || Stay

"Annie, wake up," I heard a voice call to me, an alarm blaring next to my ear.

I rolled over and placed my face into the top of my pillow.

"Oh, for heaven's sake," The person fussed.

Soon I felt the blanket that was keeping the heat in, and the cold out. I shot into a ball, arms wrapped around my legs, desperate to keep myself warm.

"Get up Annabelle Machiavelli!" The voice called again.

"Another minute Mum," I whined.

"No, now! We have to be in the car in 20 minutes and you aren't even close to being ready! Your alarm clock went off 4 times before I came in!"

I unfolded myself and adjusted my gown, opening my eyes and saw Peggy in front of me, hands on hips, with pursed lips.

"I didn't realize for this experiment, that we have to be up early," I mocked and got out of the bed, heading towards my wardrobe.

"Wear something suitable for standing up long periods of time," She snapped, before she left the room, and closed the door with a slam.

I rolled my eyes, I opened the doors and looked at my outfit. Why didn't I have the courage to wear pants like Peg did? I murmured to myself before sneaking out of my room and into Peggy's to find something to wear. She might be a bit taller than me, but I can work it. I found a pair of white shorts that came just a few inches below my bum, and an inch or two higher than my belly button. I closed that drawer and opened what appeared to be her blouse drawer. I sifted through the mess she left behind and picked out a light blue blouse. I grabbed the two items of clothing and sneakily made my way back to my room to change.

Pulling the nightgown over my head, I slipped on the white shorts, and the blue blouse, tucking the front, back, and sides into the shorts. I took one look at myself in the mirror, I had legs! I mean, I've seen them when showering, and in dresses, but in shorts it was a whole other thing! I turned around and my mouth fell open, I had a butt! I slapped my hands over my mouth realizing what I just said. I giggled, registering that I overreacted. I walked away from the mirror and back to my wardrobe, just to pick out some blue, tie-up sandals that have never been taken out of their original wrapping.

I let my hair fall from its ponytail, just to tie it up into a neat bun, not a single hair out of place. I walked out of the room, not looking in the mirror, just in case I freaked out and changed into something else. Once Peggy got into view, I felt something funny in my stomach move around. I've heard the expression before, but I can't remember what it was.

Butterflies in my stomach!

That's what it was! I had butterflies in my stomach!

"Peggy, are you ready?" I asked, feeling like a daredevil in clothes that were not my own.

She turned around and took one look at me, and a smile appeared on her face.

"You're wearing my clothes!" Yet she didn't sound angry.

"That's alright, right? I wanted to try something different," I adjusting my blouse.

"Different is alright. Now let's get going, they need to run tests before they do the actual experiment. Your leg seems to be healing fine, you don't need to walk around in crutches anymore?"

"For once it wasn't a break, it was only a fracture. The doctor said it should heal within days. I only needed the crutches for that night, you know. To get home safely," I grinned, still hobbling, we made our way to Howards car, him sitting in the drivers seat.

Without words, Peggy climbed into the passengers side, and I climbed in the back seat. Per usual.

"Now Annie, this experiment might be painful, we actually don't know what's fully going to happen. I just want you to be prepared for the worse," He mentioned, turning his head back towards me a few times.

"Howard, I know the risks, and I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

"Of course, but tell that to all of the hospital bills." He joked as we turned into a parking lot and parked.

"Are you sure that we're in the right place, it wasn't even that long of a drive," I asked cautiously.

"This is definitely the right place, but the wrong building," Howard said with a smirk glued to his face.

I rolled my eyes at his silliness and followed the pair out of the car and into a building that looked like an old antique shop. The bell above the door rung once we walked in, and an old lady walked out from the back with a smile that looked fake.

"Wonderful weather we're having this morning," Peggy smiled at the woman.

"Isn't it?"

"Yes, but I always carry an umbrella."

Something seemed to have triggered the woman, and she motioned to us, to follow her into the back room which led to a secret door.

"Howard where are we going?" I whispered to the man to my right.

"You'll see when we get there," He whispered back, his hand patting my arm.

I took his word for it when we ended up at a metal door, that looked like it could possibly be a foot thick. Peggy took out a card and swiped somewhere, not sure where, and the door creaked open. Revealing doctors and scientists running around, with army generals, and almost everyone possible was here, in this room.

"All of these people are..."

"To see if the experiment works," Peggy informed me.

I nervously walked behind Howard and Peggy as people were starting to stare at the three of us, or maybe it was just my imagination. The doctors rushed me into a room to start the tests, blood samples, reflexes, things like that. But while all of that was happening, I started to feel dizzy. It could very well be the fact that I was standing on my bad leg for a good half an hour and saw blood, which was definitely new.

"C-Can I sit down? I don't feel too good at the moment," I mentioned to one of the scientists that were standing by.

He nodded and I sat down on a nearby chair just as Peggy walked in telling me that I had to stand up. I groaned and did as I was told. We both walked back into the giant room, down two flights of stairs and into a circle with a metal table and a metal tube.

"What we are going to do now, it put in the piece you two lovely ladies got for us last night, and then Annie, you're going to lay down on this table and get shots, these are important. Afterward, the table is going to lift up and you're going to be placed in the tube for the actual transformation. If this works, you won't need this," He mentioned, pointing towards my cast.

I nodded, "Is there anything I need to do before?"

"Yes, this might be a little uncomfortable for you to do, but you can't wear this." He pointed to my shirt and my heart rate, it hiccuped.

"O-Okay." I mustered up all of the confidence I had and took off the shirt and handed it to Peggy, now just wearing shorts, my shoes, and my bra, but I had a feeling that I wouldn't need the shoes so I took them off as well.

"Now lay down on the table, fair warning, it's going to be cold." Howard helped me up on the table and strapped me in, getting the needles into place.

Soon all of the hustle that took place before the three of us even got there quieted down, and I could feel eyes, staring almost right into my soul. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as Howard told everyone what was going on, seemed as if they wanted the whole show. He then started counting down, when he got to zero, I didn't even feel the needles as they went into me.

Almost a minute later, I still felt nothing, what if this didn't work? But as the table started to rise, so did I and the butterflies were back. I felt someone near me and I opened my eyes and I was right, Howard was just inches from my face.

"Now, if you want to stop, because it's going to hurt, let us know and we will shut it down." I nodded at his comment and I closed my eyes, I tend to do that when I'm nervous.

He started counting down again and I opened my eyes to see that I was fully in the chamber, "Okay I can do this, I can do this." I talked to myself.

Peggy's P.O.V

Gas started to fill the chamber and there wasn't a sign of struggle yet, this was good. But as Howard started to reach the higher numbers, you could hear some things in the chamber. As it got to 60 percent she yelled out and I started getting nervous, this could actually kill her!

"70%!" Howard shouted, a bead of sweat rolling down his face.

At 80%, her screams got louder and I wanted to shut it off.

"Howard shut this damn thing off it's going to kill her!"

"No! She can do this! We're at 90%, she can do this!" He yelled back at me, turning the wheel to reach 100%.

I turned away as the light got brighter with each second it was at one hundred. The power was soon turned off and the room was dead silent. I turned around as the chamber opened up and my eyes widened, Annie...

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Elizabeth Mikealson - What If? (Chapter 2)

Authors Note: Dedicated to my wife and best friend! @evilispretty-dead​evilispretty-dead who helped me write this chapter! Love you darling! <3 Check out my other works or continue the story here. Word Count: 3020 Warnings: Implied sex. (Make sure to wrap it before you tap it kiddo’s. Vampires can’t procreate but we lil humans can.)

After the long and passionate kiss Elijah checks me all over for any visible marks but thank god for vampire healing. 

"Don't worry I'm fine no need to fuss." I say to him, truth be told I was hurting my chest rose and fell as my breathing intensifies. 

"Vervain is dangerous my dear, I apologize that you were hurt." He says to me as his hand caresses my check, I lean into his touch and smile. 

"Darling you had a stake impaled in your chest." I tease. Elijah let's out a small chuckle as he picks himself from the floor, his once neat pristine suit was ruined by the gaping hole from the makeshift stake. 

He then offers out a hand for me to stand with him, my fingers interlaced with his and we made our way outside. "I don't know about you but I'm parched. A bite to eat, a shower and change of clean clothes should do the trick." I add we made our way towards the car and I headed towards the drivers seat. 

"Elizabeth I'm fine to drive us." Elijah starts. 

"Elijah Mikelason! You are in no fit position to drive get in the passenger side please." I interrupt him starting firm but my tone changed towards the end. With that he fishes the keys from his pocket and shows them to me. 

"Thank you." I tell him and take the keys from him, with that I get seated in the drivers side and Elijah walks round the passenger side and gets in. 

"Just please don't crash the car." He says as he looks over at while I'm fiddling around the seat getting it into the right position so I could reach the pedals. I flash Elijah a smile 

"No promises." I tease and wink at him. I lean in and kiss his soft lips, nipping at his lower lip.

I started the engine and gave it a few revs and I pulled out and sped off down the road. Smiling at the power of the car as it zipped down the road. I could feel Elijah's hand on my lap, grabbing my inner thigh every time I sped up. "Your tense" I tease him. 

"No your driving makes me tense." He mumbled as he grips my leg a little harder. 

"I am a perfectly adequate driver thank you very much." I say sarcastically. I speed the car up a little more just to see the reaction from my tense husband, I looked at him in a very flirtatious way and happy with the result I saw. 

"Elizabeth eyes on the road." He says to me while gritting his teeth, his tone of voice went right through me and it was a voice that could make me weak at the knees. 

"Yes Elijah." I respond to him sweetly. I looked back on the road and started to apply the brake so I could make the bend easy. 

"Good girl." He says to me and as soon as I reached the apex I applied pressure to the accelerator once again. His hand relaxed in my lap and he started to draw patterns on my leg making me bite my lower lip. 

"So where are we off to?" I ask him nervously. 

"There is a B&B just outside Mystic Falls so keep on this road and we will come across it soon." My husband replies with a huff. And with that being said I simply nodded to him and put my foot down to reach our destination.

About an hour of driving we arrived at the B&B, pulling the car into the small car park bringing it to a halt. We both got out of the car Elijah grabbing the large bag that contained some of our spare clothes and made our way inside, to which we see a man behind the reception desk. Elijah approached the man to book a room for a few days. "I would like a room." He says to the man. 

"Just for you?" The man replies in a bored tone, the man wasn't really listening to a word Elijah was saying as he was too busy looking me up and down. 

"No for two." Elijah replies in a cold and merciless tone. The man is taken back and swallows quickly, his heartbeat starts to quicken. 

"O..of c..c..course." The man stutters as he fumbles around to find the keys to the room. By now I could tell that Elijah was extremely angry, due to the fact he almost pulled the poor human over the desk. 

"Tell me what you were thinking"  Elijah compels the man. 

"I would love to show her a good time, I would make sure she couldn't remember her own name by the time I'm finished." 

I blushed at Elijah's actions and I was taken back by what the human had said disgusted really, but Elijah was furious with him. In order to soothe the situation I walked over to my husband and placed a hand on his broad should and rubbed it in circles to try and calm him down. 

"Easy now." I whispered to him. 

I gently took the room key from Elijah and started heading up the room, I knew that my husband wanted to have the final say so I left him to it. 

"Well you wont get to." I hear Elijah say to the man and followed closely behind me. 

Once we arrived at the room I didn't even get chance to even say a word as Elijah dropped the bag and had pinned me to the door kissing me and looking deep into my eyes, his emotion was anger, lust and hunger all rolled into one. 

"That pig won't touch you." He growls as he kisses and nips my neck. 

His hands were roaming every inch of my body. He parted my legs with his knee and lifted me up onto his hip. Using every chance he could to grind into me. I was in pure bliss and the actions from Elijah right now were him blowing off steam. The rough and carefree Elijah. The side that excited me to no end. 

"You are mine." He growled in my ear. As his lips returned to mine biting them every second possible. As I kissed him back I ran my fingers through his hair tugging on the loose stands to pull him back into a deep and passionate kiss. 

"I am yours, always and forever" I whisper in his ear. 

The next morning we had set off to Richmond and in all the years me and Elijah have been married we have only been there a handful of times, I really enjoyed coming on the far but few occasions. After the events of what happened the night before, both myself and Elijah were in good spirits, Elijah once again behind the steering wheel of the black Porsche. 

"I wish we had time to actually do some sight-seeing for a change, not just be here on business." I say to him. 

"Well maybe if it were under different circumstances, in the future I'll bring you back here and we can do all the things you want to do. How does that sound?" I smile at him and gently caress his arm. 

"Sounds perfect". "Why not get some sleep? We've still got a hour or so on our journey and well I think you've earned it." Elijah smirks at me. 

I look at him and see the smile on his face, I lean over and peck his cheek and snuggled down in the comfy leather seats and nodded of, the steady sounds of Elijah's breathing and the sounds of the engine send me into a peaceful state.

We arrive in Richmond around mid-morning and we walked through the streets of the city hand in hand. My phone in my bag started to vibrate. I come to a halt and started to root around my bag to find my phone. 

"Would it be easier if you decided to sort that monstrosity you call your bag out." Elijah mocks me. 

"Lijah, I have all of my necessitates it doesn't need sorting." I reply. 

After a few short moments I answer the call and put it on speakerphone. 

"Penelope your on speakerphone. I trust you have my information?" I ask. 

"Is your super hot husband with you?" She asks soundly playful. 

"Focus." I warn her. 

"I'm going to take that as a big fat yes! But you need to head over that internet cafe, the one with the UV windows seems like Rose and her traveling companion are there now." Penelope tells me. 

"Thank you sweet pea." I say to her.

"Later Momma." She replies and ends the call. 

"Penelope is a little much isn't she?" Elijah says. 

"What can I say? She learned from the best." I tease. 

I chucked my phone back into my handbag and we carried on walking towards the cafe outside across the street was a street musician. Elijah reaches into his coat pocket and donates a $100 bill and takes a handful of the silver coins letting the coins fall into one hand and repeating the process while we overheard the conversation.

"Here's what I don't get. Elijah moved around during the day, which means the originals knew the secret of the day ring. Now why would Klaus want to lift the curse of the sun and the moon?"

"To keep the werewolves from lifting it. If a vampire breaks the sun curse then the werewolves are stuck with the curse of the moon forever and vice versa."

"But werewolves are extinct."

"True. I've never seen one but rumor has it..."

"Not such a rumor."

"Mystic Falls? God, I've got to visit this place. It sounds awesome."

"Seems like that their at an impasse" I whisper to him smiling. 

Elijah is still fiddling with the coins the sweet sound of the metal falling was a pleasant sound. He nods at me and plants a kiss onto of my head. He is watching and listening for the right opportunity to strike.  

"Awesome doesn't even begin to describe it. Can we stop the curse from being broken at all?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, if we make the moonstone useless, would it stop the curse from being broken?"

"Well, yeah, probably, but why would you want to do that?"

"Tell me how."

"You think I'm gonna help you figure out how to do something that will piss off an original? And keeping them from walking in the sun?"

"You want to walk in the sun? I can make that happen if you help us."

It seemed that Elijah had heard enough and with no effort he threw the coins directly at the windows of the cafe and the satisfying sound of the glass shattering and then hitting the sidewalk was music to my ears. Following the sounds of skin burning vampires and their screams. 

Quickly after we left and walked in the opposite direction of the cafe. After walking for about 5 minutes we arrived at another cafe where headed inside and took some seat in a booth towards the back. 

"They seem to have no clue what the moonstone is for." I say. 

"Well it was a rumor Niklaus had made up." Elijah replies. 

A waitress arrived at the table. "Hi, what can I get you?" She asks. 

"Two teas please." I say to her. She nodded and walked away. 

"We need to track down this 'Slater' he seems to know far too much about you." I tell him. 

"Agreed. Would you be able to find his location?" Elijah replies. 

"Shouldn't be too hard, I'll send Penelope a message." 

Elizabeth: I need you to find the address for Slater.

Penelope: I'll see what I can do. I'll call you when I find something.

While I was texting our drinks had arrived, Elijah had poured into two teacups. 

"How long do you think it will take for an address?" Elijah asks. 

"Shouldn't be too long, she is a whiz when it comes down to things like this." I say to him with a smile, swirling the liquid gently around my cup. 

"I'm curious how did you meet her?" Elijah replies bringing the cup to his lips to take a sip. 

"Well do you remember when we had that vacation in Florida? I met her in the spa. We had booked the same treatments one day and we really seemed to hit it off. It wasn't until after I turned her I knew about her connections." I finish dunking the small biscuits into my beverage, I was always a fan of those small coffee shop biscuits and often swiped Elijah's. Elijah almost chokes on his tea. 

"I'm sorry but you turned her?" He asks nervously. 

"Lijah, relax shes who she is nothing will change that, but shes good at the tasks I send her. Keeps her head down and I only really send her pink fluffy stationary as a token of gratitude if she really does a great job." I tell him. 

"I take it that is why I find 'Pink fluffy unicorn pen' in my credit card statements sometimes?" Elijah teases. 

I let out a small chuckle. My phone once again starts to vibrate and I answer the phone, not putting it on speaker this time. 

"Do you know how many Slater's are in Richmond?" She shouts down the phone. I squint and pull the phone away from my ear. 

"I'm guessing there's a few?" I tease. 

"Yes! But do you know how on 'Star Trek' when Captain Kirk asked McCoy to do something totally impossible, and McCoy says, Dammit, Jim, I'm a doctor not a miracle worker?" Penelope says. 

"No? But I have the feeling your going to get to the point? And tell me not to expect miracles?" I reply to her raising my eyebrow. 

"No, I'm saying I'm not a Doctor, I've already texted you the address, bye." She says excitedly. 

I let out another small chuckle and show Elijah the address. With that we finish up on our drinks and head off to our next port of call.

"Now this is an apartment building complex I could live in." I whisper to my husband as we stand in the elevator full of humans heading up to the top floor. 

"It is quite nice, however I am still fond of our home in New Orleans." Elijah mumbles. 

His arm is around my waist, and his chest is raising and falling quite quickly seems being pressed up against one another isn't doing either of us any favors. 

When it was finally time for us to get out, I stride up to the front door about to knock when Elijah grabs hold of my wrist and pulls me into his chest, he brings his lips towards mine and as we connect it sends sparks throughout my body, instant memories of the night before play into my mind. My free hand starts to make its way into his neatened hair giving me something to hold onto as he plants kisses down my neck. Elijah was never one to show this amount of lust in public so me being pressed up towards him in the elevator really set him off. It was at that moment I felt the graze of his fangs on my neck. I slowly pushed him 

"Elijah not here please." I gasp. Elijah suddenly realises this is going a bit too far and breaks away, recomposing himself he brings me in for a hug and kisses me on the forehead. 

"Forgive me." He mumbles in my hair. 

"Don't worry, even the great Elijah Mikealson is allowed push things too far once in a while. " I reply to him softly. 

Recomposed once again were hand in hand as we made our way to the front door for Slater and I knock. A few moments pass and the door opens to reveal Slater looking a bit confused. 

"Elijah?" He stutters. 

"May we come in?" He asks. 

Slater nods and opens the door fully so we can enter, Elijah being the gentleman he is let me walk in first. 

"What a lovely home you have here, I was just saying to Elijah how I could live in a place like this." I announce smiling at him. 

I left the two men talking and I decided to have a snoop around. Framed certificates hung on the wall. This guy had like twenty-five qualifications I suppose each to their own when they are a vampire. 

"Very nicely done." I heard my husband say from the other room. 

I returned back towards to the two males. 

"Thanks, I have a degree in theater. How can you compel me? A vampire can't compel another vampire." Slater asks. 

"You see Elijah is a special vampire." I tell him. I plant a small kiss on his cheek. 

"What? Because your an original?" Salter replies. 

"Hmm, now I want you take this and drive it through your heart." Elijah compels him. 

"But that will kill me forever." Slater says. 

"Oh he knows that sweetheart, now be a good boy and do what is asked of you." I tell him. With that Slater takes the stake from Elijah and drives it through his heart. His body collapses to the floor and he starts to turn grey and veins appear on his face. 

"Was that really necessary? A new voice entered the room. It was Jonas the male witch in our possession. 

"It had to be done. He delivered his message. Won't be long now." Elijah tells him. 

The room stayed quite, before I made my way back over to where his desk was. I quickly looked in the drawers to see if I could find the password to unlock the laptop. Surely enough I typed it in and wiped the hard drive clean, now we couldn't have them being one step ahead of us. After that I returned to Elijah's side to which we departed and went our separate ways.                      

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extremely detailed character meme (Van, ships: right on target and far from any road)

found this on my dash and i thought i’d fill it in! under a cut b/c it is REALLY detailed! some of the questions don’t apply for me, and i tried to make it easy to tell which ship i’m referring too b/c some things are different here and there 

Character Chart Character’s full name: Van (pronounced vaughn, rhymes with fawn) Miller Reason or meaning of name: None  Character’s nickname: None, aside from petnames Reason for nickname: None Birth date: for ship: right on target: 10/03/1990 for ship: far from any road: 10/03/1970  Physical appearance Age: ship: right on target: 29\ ship: far from any road: 24 in 95, 30 in 02, 40 in 2012 How old do they appear: Perpetually babyfaced. So about 15 or so until they hit their mid 30′s Weight: honestly i don’t know Height: 5′2 (look what’s the point of a self insert if i can’t achieve my dream of being at least five foot tall all right) Body build: stronk.  Shape of face: square ish?  Eye color: grey Glasses or contacts: glasses, doesn’t like them unless they’re sunglasses though, prefers to squint and look like a hamster  Skin tone: pale/sickly at times, tan if they’ve been in the sun, but still very white  Distinguishing marks: pointy canines  Predominant features: nothing really sticks out, van’s physical features are pretty normal Hair color: naturally a muted blonde. prone to dying it a bright yellow in 95 and 02 for ship: far from any road. dyed black for ship: right on target Type of hair: straight Hairstyle: fluffy, over hair sprayed mullet ponytail thing for ‘95, ‘02 has a less hair band style looking thing but still pretty punky, ‘12 Van has what i call the ‘business undercut’ (far from any road). also just a normal, kind of spiky undercut for (right on target) Voice: i dont know how to answer this?  Overall attractiveness: this is just a bad question  Physical disabilities: I’m gonna break this one down because one thing i love about my self inserts is modifying my own, actual disabilities a bit so: far from any road: van has kidney and bladder problems that get progressively worse as time goes on, and undiagnosed celiac disease. because of a severe motorcycle accident in ‘89 they also have a weak/bum leg that is prone at times to flaring up with pain and instability with no warning. after a second motorcycle accident in ‘95, these things get a lot worse. by the time ‘12 rolls around van resigns themself to having traded in their bike years earlier for an actual car and using a cane. they’re not happy about it.  right on target: same kidney/bladder/digestive issues. bum leg is a side effect of general chronic pain caused by it. their leg has a habit of still going out at random, and despite needing a cane sometimes they refuse to use it. lester always keep an eye out in case their leg is about to collapse under them. he’s grabbed them many times to keep them from hitting the ground.  Usual fashion of dress: dark, leather, jeans, punky looking things.  Favorite outfit: leather jacket, motorcycle boots even if they’re not riding, jeans.  Jewelry or accessories: big clunky silver rings. right on target!van has a solid black metal band on their left thumb that matches one lester has.

Personality Good personality traits: tries to be kind, tries to make things better for others at the expense of themself, funny, loves animals,  Bad personality traits: addiction problems, quick temper, far from any road!van likes to hustle people at bars and get into bar fights but usually only if they’ve been provoked  Mood character is most often in: it cycles a lot, so  Sense of humor: good? this is a vague question  Character’s greatest joy in life: photography, making people laugh, alone time Character’s greatest fear: death, being in poverty again/being stuck in poverty,  Why? being poor is Not Fun What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? far from any road: something happening to rust. they don’t realize at it first but he’s become their grounding agent, and without him there to balance them out they would not fare well.  right on target: lester’s brief stint of being fucking dead and murdered on TV wasn’t a good time.  Character is most at ease when: it’s cold and rainy out and they have an excuse to stay in bed and snooze.  Most ill at ease when: surrounded by too many people and too many noises. Enraged when: hhhhhhhhhhhhh often? the worst they get is in ‘95 when marty makes a few jabs at their trauma and they beat him bloody before rust pulls them off him.  Depressed or sad when: also often, sometimes for no reason. thats kind of what clinical depression is. Priorities: money. taking care of themself with it in order to be able to help others. Life philosophy: sometimes you don’t have to be great, you can just be okay.  If granted one wish, it would be: ability to change gender/sex characteristics at will. Why? it’s the transgenderism (i use that word satirically and as a joke, for those that don’t know that’s a te]]]rf dogwhistle in other situations, a lot of trans people have taken it back)  Character’s soft spot: their pets and the fact that being a raging asshole is a front they have to actively work at. Is this soft spot obvious to others? depends on the person. to rust? yes. to lester? not as much.  Greatest strength: refusal to give up. Greatest vulnerability or weakness: raging asshole disease and the addiction issues. Biggest regret: developing addiction issues.   Minor regret: it also cycles like their moods. Biggest accomplishment: far from any road: got a bachelor’s degree in sociology before deciding to get into journalism.  right on target: ??? van doesn’t feel accomplished. lester is trying to encourage them at going to college but he’s not very good at it.  Minor accomplishment: “not fucking dead yet, assholes”  Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: far from any road: van was never able to find out who it was in the south texas area that was targeting members of the LGBT community, that’s the whole reason they ended up with the crusaders and met rust, they had reason to believe it was someone connected to the gang. despite help from rust, the investigation went nowhere and all they have is a half finished expose.  right on target: they didn’t try to leave an abusive situation sooner. Why? see above Character’s darkest secret: i? don’t know??   Does anyone else know? N/A Goals Drives and motivations: just live the best they can Immediate goals: not die Long term goals: not die, perhaps be less of an alcoholic  How the character plans to accomplish these goals: slowly?  How other characters will be affected: they help.  Past Hometown: --- Type of childhood: traumatic Pets: dogs, frogs, turtles, hamsters First memory: ---- Most important childhood memory: ----  Why:  ------ Childhood hero:------ Dream job: ------ Education: bachelor’s degree for far from any road, GED for right on target Religion: atheistic but understanding and accepting of others Finances: far from any road: not fucking superb, hence the side hustles. right on target: poor  Present Current location: far from any road: Louisiana, i don’t remember TD ever stating where at aside from in the sticks right on target: NYC  Currently living with: rust or lester  Pets: far from any road is various pets at various times, right on target is initially just the doggo. Religion: still the same  Occupation: hustler slash freelance journalist for far from any road, unemployed for right on target Finances: better by 2012 (far from any road) thanks to a boring but stable office job, and for right on target they have lester’s money now and even lester doesn’t know how much he has aside from “a lot”. Family Mother: ------- Relationship with her: nonexistent    Father: Bastard Sr. Relationship with him: nonexistent.  Siblings: sister, older Relationship with them: non existent Spouse: rust/lester Relationship with him/her: i mean in both settings it’s a long term (rust right at around 20 years if you count their time in the crusaders initially, lester about 7 years) so, good if complicated at times Children:  no Relationship with them: none Other important family members: none  Favorites Color: purple, green, black Least favorite color: red Music: prog rock Food: pizza, waffles, hash browns, cereal  Literature: lots! really, its across all genres Form of entertainment: viddy gaems Expressions: what?  Mode of transportation: motorcycle or car  Most prized possession: also motorcycle or car Habits Hobbies: viddy gaemz, photography, sketch comedy  Plays a musical instrument? nah Plays a sport? is pool a sport?  How he/she would spend a rainy day: cozy in bed, s***ing some d***  Spending habits: they are fucking cheap as fuck whether they have money or not Smokes: yes, they say they’re planning to quit but [thor voice] is he though  Drinks: yes, it’s the alcoholism  Other drugs: pills mostly. to be fair they do HAVE to have a lot of meds because of chronic illness but they do love them some benzos  What does he/she do too much of? drinks, sleeps, smokes What does he/she do too little of? healthy food, exercise  Extremely skilled at: hustling. that works in both setting because with rust they learned it themself, with lester he taught them. also, writing.  Extremely unskilled at: art, socialising with people  Nervous tics: knuckle cracking,  Usual body posture: crosses arms a lot  Mannerisms: ???? Peculiarities: ????? Traits Optimist or pessimist? pessimist  Introvert or extrovert? introvert  Daredevil or cautious? cautious  Logical or emotional? both actually, it’s not fun Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? disorderly and messy, clashes with rust’s methodical and neat Prefers working or relaxing? relaxing  Confident or unsure of himself/herself? switches rapidly between both  Animal lover? yes Self-perception How he/she feels about himself/herself: bad.  One word the character would use to describe self: asshole  One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: no good alcoholic junkie with a shitty temper, a shittier outlook and few skills or worth to bring to the table except a raging selfish streak What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? sense of humor  What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? temper  What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? thicc What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? crippled How does the character think others perceive him/her: badly,  What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: alcoholism  Relationships with others Opinion of other people in general: they try to be cordial, unless they’re in traffic, in which case it’s fuck you and your fucking mother you stupid fucking motherfucker  Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? yes Person character most hates: [redacted]  Best friend(s): @dadbodsandbots is p much hanging out somewhere in every setting  Love interest(s): rust and lester  Person character goes to for advice: they don’t, that requires enough vulnerability to admit there’s a problem Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: also rust and lester Person character feels shy or awkward around: van is very uncomfortable around marty most of the time, he reminds them of their father. it smooths out as time goes on, but still. also when lester was stuck with the DA, they didn’t like daken at first  Person character openly admires: ehh? Person character secretly admires: ehh?  Most important person in character’s life before story starts: ehh?  After story starts: ehh? 

found here

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NSFW Alphabet: Mamoru

Note: Here’s my favorite grumpy old man, also, other than Ota’s the dirty secret section on all of these kinda turned into Sex Sent Me To The ER: Bidders Edition. I don’t know why I became so preoccupied with them getting hurt during sex. But, here’s this thing. I hope you all like and it actually shows up in the tags. 

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He just wants to cuddle up to his partner and pass out. If MC says they need something, or if they clearly need some tending to afterwards, he will, especially if they did something a bit rougher. But, he’s not the type to worry about doing a whole hell of lot after sex, or ever if we’re being honest. He’s happy to just pass out sweaty with cum on him and just deal with cleanup in the morning. Besides, sometimes he wakes up during the night and wants to go again, so not much point in cleaning up, right?

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He isn’t the kind of guy to spend much time thinking about his body or giving any sort of fucks about his appearance. Honestly, if he could he’d spend his life in his old sweatpants and t-shirt. The only time he genuinely gives a shit is if starts thinking MC cares, than he can be a bit insecure. But, if you really forced him to pick something, it’s going to be his dick. He’s pretty happy with what he’s packing.

He’s a boob man, through and through. They’re soft and just feel really nice in his hands. If MC let him, he’d probably be constantly squeezing and playing with their tits. His mouth tends to gravitate towards them, sucking and teasing them. Doesn’t matter the size or anything, he’s content playing with whatever they have to offer there.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He likes creampies the most, he knows it’s not always a great idea, but he honestly loves knowing MC is full of his cum. He can be kind of jealous at times and creampies tend to quell some of that, making it feel like his partner is really his. He cums a lot too, so by the end he’ll have made a complete mess of his partner, which he also loves. MC is more put together than him, who isn’t, so seeing them so wrecked and leaking his cum drives him crazy.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He and his MC have fallen off the bed during sex, he got a bit carried away. For a solid moment, he thought he broke his dick and was terrified. Lucky him, he just kind of bruised it and was out of commission for a while. He spent the entire time in bed with ice on his groin having MC pack and carry to him. It honestly would have been nice if not for the whole hurt dick situation. The next time they had sex they were extra careful.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Moderate, he’s probably had around two girlfriends in the past. As much as he talks about liking provocative women and acting like a perv, he’s honestly not that into casual hookups. He’s had one or two, but that’s about it. He just prefers being physical with someone he cares about, that trust makes it better, not that he’d ever admit that. But, he has a high sex drive, so within those two relationships he did get a decent amount of experience. He has a good grasp on what he likes, what he’s good at, and what pleases his partner. Out of the bidders, he definitely has the most normal sexual history.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Cowgirl type positions tend to be his preference, despite what people might think this isn’t because he’s lazy, honestly it seems like sex is  what he’s been conserving energy for. Even if his MC is on top, he’s thrusting and is honestly probably still setting the pace, he has a hard time keeping still during sex. He mostly likes the view and seeing his partner desire him enough to take any sort of charge. He prefers being able to see and touch their chest, or having full body contact with kisses. These type of positions would be his pick:

Watering Can: http://sexpositions.club/positions/101.htm

Cowgirl (duh): http://sexpositions.club/positions/113.html

Crab:  http://sexpositions.club/positions/77.html

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He might make a few teasing jokes in the build-up, but he veers more towards serious during sex. Mamoru gets very into it and he wants his partner to be the same way, he’d rather his partner moan than laugh. That being said, he isn’t above laughing if something stupid happens. Sex isn’t always some picture perfect experience, things happen and he’d be lying if he said there wasn’t a time or two when he and his partner ended up cracking up laughing during sex over something stupid. He leans more towards serious and won’t try to make his partner laugh, but whatever happens, happens.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Please, he barely gives a fuck about the hair people see. His pubic hair is dark gray, bushy, and thick. I also think he probably has a bit of a happy trail or hair on his stomach. He just lets it grow however it pleases. The only time he really would do anything is when he gets with his MC. He’ll trim a bit more often in general because now someone will, hopefully, be interacting with his junk. But, he’ll only put genuine effort in and try to make it neat is if either MC complains or he starts to feel insecure. He does have those moments when he realizes he’s kind of a disaster of a human being and worries MC might truly regret being with him. Kind of like when he suddenly starts cleaning or slicks his hair back for something. Like a sort of, “See, you didn’t make a horrific mistake, please don’t leave me,” sentiment.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Day to day, Mamoru tends to struggle with being honest about his feelings. Even during sex, unless something traumatic (like MC nearly dying)  has happened, he focuses more on dirty talk than romantic talk. He’s more likely to gush about how he loves MC after they’ve fallen asleep and can’t hear him.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He jerked off fairly often when he was single. With his MC, he only really jacks off when they have to be apart because of work or whatever. Not if they’re fighting though. If his partner isn’t with him because they’re angry, masturbating just makes him feel really pathetic. He uses porn magazines for his material, yes, old man Mamoru doesn’t even use the internet for his porn needs. MC definitely found a sizable collection of them when they cleaned his apartment.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Spanking Kink, he talks a lot about his partner being bratty and needing punishment, so what better way than watching their ass turn red under his hand. 

Domesticity Kink, if that’s a thing, having his partner take care of him and their home makes him feel loved. Also, he seems to like the idea of his partner in a frilly white apron and if they didn’t want to wear anything under it. He wouldn’t be opposed to it. 

Roleplay/Costumes is one he denies, he has an entire bag of costumes Baba has given him since he got with MC. He’s never thrown them away and while he’d never say anything, if his partner wanted to try a few on he wouldn’t be against it. There’s this playboy bunny one that he’d like to see on them. Just admit your kinks, Mamoru!

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

For the most part, he just likes staying in bed and rolling around together all day long. It might be a bit tame, but it’s nice to just be together in the comfort of home. I can also see him being into sex in his car. Pulling over off the side of secluded road and climbing into the backseat together. It’s a little risky, but not too much, and it just feels very Mamoru to me. I don’t have a great justification. He definitely has to clean his car out first, though.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Domesticity, his partner taking care of him means a lot to him and makes him want to take care of them in another kind of way. 

Semi Bratty Behavior/Demandingness, he complains, but he honestly loves when his partner makes little demands and wants to be a bit spoiled. Like when they want so many kisses a day and then get pouty when he pretends to be annoyed. He thinks it’s cute and he likes making excuses to “punish” them. 

Seeing his partner in his clothes, he’s not quite sure why, but it turns him on. It feels like a very normal cozy couple thing and show him just how comfortable they are with him. He prefers it to lingerie, honestly.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Super dangerous stuff is out, obviously he doesn’t want to hurt his partner. He’s not into heavy BDSM; choking, gunplay, shit or piss stuff, sounding, needles, electric play, knife play, CBT, caging, chastity, or anything with rubber or latex. Threesomes, cuckcolding, or anything involving sharing his partner is not his thing, he’s the jealous type and just the thought makes him feel like shit.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He definitely likes and is skilled at giving oral, but he’d rather receive. It feels a little selfish, but he can’t help it. He tends to think of his MC as innocent and seeing them do something so dirty just excites him. If MC is comfortable with it, he’d like to fuck their face, the feel and look of their mouth around his cock is just incredible.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He usually tries to start off a bit slow, but he can pretty much never keep a slow pace. He gets caught up in it, becoming fast and rough before too long. His usual pace can be kind of brutal.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He likes quickies quite a bit. Proper sex is better, but he gets turned on throughout the day. So, if he can get MC to take a break from work and screw around, he’s going for it. If they ever want to come down to the station and take him away for a quickie, he won’t say no. He prefer it to working, that’s for damn sure.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s not that risky, sex in his car and a little teasing in public is about as risky as he is in regards to getting caught. He’s willing to try things out, though he’s not prone to being the one to introduce things, if he does he’ll try to act like he’s just joking. If his partner asks to try something out he’ll act annoyed, but he’s more than willing. Just admit your kinks, Mamoru!

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Ever wonder what he’s always conserving his energy for? Spoiler alert; its sex. He lasts about an average amount of time, but he can cum about three to four times before he needs a break. And after an hour or two of sleep, he’s okay to do it all over again.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t personally own any toys, when it comes to masturbating, he’s fine with his hand. He’s open to getting toys involved though, mostly for his partner. Toys aren’t a huge turn on for him, but if MC wants to use one in front of him or depending on the toy use one on him, he’s willing to try it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Mamo is a tease, he likes seeing his MC all riled up. Seeing them get flustered is fun and turns him on. Though, he’s a ‘can dish it out but can’t take it type’ he gets just as, if not more, flustered if his partner turns the tables on him.. Getting his partner worked up is fun for him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Talker and grunter. He’s not particularly loud and doesn’t want to be loud. He focuses more on dirty talk, finding things to say that excites his partner. When he’s really feeling good and when he cums he’s has a throaty sort of grunt he makes.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He kind of likes/is turned on by seeing his partner jealous over him. He wants his partner to trust him, obviously, but seeing them get upset over other people hitting on him makes him feel good. It’s really rare, he doesn’t get hit on a whole lot and usually he’s the one getting jealous. Apparently his cute partner is more attractive than him, an unkempt man who looks older than he really is and smells like cigarette smoke, go figure. So, seeing they feel the same way and don’t want to lose him either, means a lot to him. He also might milk it a bit, because sometimes he’s an asshole.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

I’m still not sure how to describe dicks! He’s longer than average, about 8 inches. More notable is how thick it is, I generally think of him as a thicker guy if that makes sense, his MC can’t fully wrap their fingers around it. No major curve to it but a slight upward tilt, a few prominent veins run along the shaft. Still not sure if I’m giving good dick descriptions.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is pretty high. When he reluctantly wakes up in the morning, he wants to tease and try to have sex. When he catches MC during work cleaning his suite in the middle of the afternoon, he wants to cop a feel and see if they can have sex. When they get home and get done having dinner, he wants to have sex. When he wakes up during the night and they’re still curled up together, he gets handsy and wants to have sex. He honestly didn’t realize just how high his sex drive was until he was in a relationship, anytime they’re close his hands just start to wander.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Unless there’s some reason not to, he falls asleep pretty quickly after sex. He’s always looking for excuses to sleep for a while. The issue is that with all of his napping during the day, he’s kind of fucked up any semblance of a sleep schedule he might have had. He usually wakes up during the night and might try to go again, or he’ll just hold them close and say all the lovey dovey crap he’s too embarrassed to say when they’re awake.

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It would be AMAZING if you did the A to Z headcanon things for Paul😻 and be as detailed as you can😏😂🌸

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Paul will check on you first thing. He’ll make sure you’re okay and comfortable. When he sees your lazy smile he’ll pull you onto his chest and cuddle you close. He will bury his face in your hair and kiss the top of your head while whispering sweet nothings.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves it when you run your hands down his back and shoulders, he’s weak when you touch his thighs. Paul is absolutey in love with your stomach and neck. He can’t keep his hands off you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Paul doesn’t like the fact that it takes a lot of time to clean up, but when you’re laying underneath him with your stomach covered in his juices he’ll get turned on even more, ya know since he is a stomach kind of guy. He loves to come inside of you and lay with you afterwards.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He would love it when you kissed went down on him, it drive him mad. Of course, this wasn’t really a secret but he would neve suggest it to you untill you made the first move.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Paul had a few one nightstands here and there but he never had sex with someone he loved before. So when the two of you had sex for the first time it was a total new experience for him. He knows exactly what he’s doing though, he found out all your weak spots in a heartbeat and was incredible in bed.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Paul loved missionary. He wants to have eye contact with you, suck on your neck and just hold you close to him in general. You mean more to him than anyone else. He loves you riding him as well, as long as he can look at your face he is down with any position.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s a little shit and loves nothing more than to tease you. The shapeshifter usually has a smile on his face as the two of you giggle and moan at the same time BUT he can also be incredibly into the moment, then he’ll bury his face into your neck, grunt and groan and whisper dirty things into you ear. Really depends on both of your moods.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Paul has a bit of hair down there, which you find sexy. It’s just a patch right above his member, well groomed and neat, there isn’t a tiny live going up to his navel and it looks good to you.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

He is a romantic for sure but only for you. Before he met you he didn’t want anything to do with love and romance, but now that he’s got you he a hopeless romantic. Paul is really sweet and caring, making sure you’re okay and enjoying yourself. He loves being with you and usually can’t keep his hands off of you, and not always in a sexual matter, he just loves to touch you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Paul doesn’t do this as often as he did before he met you. The two of you have sex quite a lot (all the damn time) so he doesn’t feel like he needs to. But when he does he’ll lay back on bed, member out and running his hands up and down his shaft. He thinks of you when he does it, and ends up grunting your name. You’ve catched him a few times and ended up finishing for you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Paul loves it when you scratch his back even when it draws blood. He heals quickly so it doesn’t bother him at all, he loves the feeling of pain and pleasure. He loves to cover your chest and thighs in hickey’s and admires them when he’s finished.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Since he’s quite romantic he prefers a bed, a place where he can stay with you afterwards and rest. Of course, he doesn’t mind in any place to be honest, he loves to have you against a tree in the forest, on the kitchen counter or his truck, but he prefers the bed.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Paul, this boy, he gets turned on so easily it is insane. You bite your lip, he’ll get hard, you smile at him, he’ll get hard, you get angry, he’ll get hard. He’s usually always horny when you’re around, especially in the beginning of your relationship, but he’s been able to tone it down a bit and control his emotions much better.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Paul would never choke you, he doesn’t want to hurt on accident because of his strenght. He’s also not into a daddy kink, he likes to keep it personal.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He would rather eat you out. He loves to see you squirm and cry out, he’d use his tongue and fingers and it would be the best damn thing he’d see all day. He loves getting a blow job too, though, to run his hands through you hair and see his member dissapearing in your mouth, it would drive him mad.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Both. Depends on both of your moods. In the beginning it was only slow and sensual but as the two of you have gotten more comfortable he can be quite rough and fast too. You love it when he’s rough so you bites at your skin quite a lot when the two of you have sex.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Paul is all in. Since the boy is horny quite a lot he loves to take you in his car or against a tree before going somewhere, he’d be able to get you to finish quickly too. But if there is time he prefers to have proper sex, so it would last a lot longer.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

If you wanted to try something out he’d be all in. He loves to experiment with what you both like and will try pretty much anything for you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

This man is a beast, literally. Paul can go on and on and sometimes forget you’re not a shapeshifter and don’t last as long as he does. He once gave you four orgasms and he still wanted another round.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Paul isn’t really into toys, he’d much rather use himself than some plastic. He does like to tie you to the headpost, though.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Insane. He loves it! He likes to make you squirm and beg.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

To be honest he can be pretty loud. Paul grunts a lot and moans loudly before he comes.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He is very much into foreplay, get you ready before the real deal. He eats you out a lot before sex, it drives him mad.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Paul is very well shaped. He’s long and not as thick (which is good for you) but just right and fits perfectly with you.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He could pretty much go whenever you wanted, he gets in the mood really easily.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 

Paul doesn’t really fall asleep afterwards. He just loves to cuddle you close and watch you sleep with a smile on his face. He’d run his hands up and down your body while you snuggled closer to him.

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I Put My Head Underwater, Baby

Looking back, Lydia swears it all starts with Allison’s funeral. Or the Sunday after her funeral when she first appeared to Lydia- translucent, close mouthed smile, and blood stained.  

Scott will argue that nothing happens until that night in her house, drinking Kentucky bourbon with a strange summer rain outside.

Stiles, of course, says it started long before, which causes them both to laugh and Lydia to tease, “Maybe in your dreams, Stilinski.”

@hanleialukes

But Lydia is right. It is because of Allison.

Lydia hates funerals. True, she’s never been to one that actually mattered. The last one she attended she was 7, and it was her great, great, grandfather. Lydia doesn’t remember him at all except that he smelled like death, and tiny pristine Lydia wrinkled her nose every time she had to visit his house.

She remembers her mom cried, however. She thinks of that now, as she looks in the mirror and gets ready for Allison’s.

Allison would absolutely loathe the dress. It was shapeless and black and cut to the legs.

Allison would hate a lot of things about her own funeral, to be fair, because Allison was all colors and laughter and bright shining life.  Allison and funerals didn’t belong—every time Lydia tried to think the two ideas together, it felt wrong, like picking the wrong equation and then trying to figure out a sum.

Lydia hated the dress, too. Hated to see herself in it. But that was kind of the point, wasn’t it?

Scott and Stiles are picking her up. Her mom wants to come, but Lydia said no. She keeps thinking of her mom crying at her great great grandfather’s funeral, and she is trying to compartmentalize her feelings into neat little boxes.

Allison. Her best friend. Shiny black curls and “someone could be falling in love with your smile.”

Her funeral.  Lydia’s mother’s tears.

The ones unshed behind Lydia’s own eyelids.

Lydia hears Stiles’ jeep pulling up and thinks, stupid, worthless, piece of garbage. Usually, she’d say that to his face and then Stiles would get very red and argue with her. It was fun, arguing with him. Sometimes she has more fun arguing with Stiles about well, everything, than she does on dates. She’s taken it as a barometer of how well a date goes. Is this conversation about sports cars more fun than teasing Stiles about his hair? Is this make out session more exciting than shouting back and forth about the inaccuracies of Star Wars?

Allison gave her a very knowing look when she had told her this. Which caused Lydia to stiffen up and say crisply, “Well, it’s not more fun than sex.”

“You haven’t had sex with Stiles,” Allison had said, her voice all singsongy and smug. God, Lydia wanted to punch her, then. She misses her now.

“Shut up Allison!”

Stiles beeps. She’s pretty sure it’s again.

Another day and she’d insult his car AND his manners.

But not today.

The ride over is long- or maybe it’s short? Lydia feels like she’s floating, trying to plant her feet on the ground and failing. She’s holding Scott’s hand probably tighter than necessary but he never complains. Only smiles at her. He looks good in a suit, but she wonders if she looks as sad as he does. There is a weariness in his eyes- Scott takes care of everyone, but who takes care of Scott?

Allison did. Now, she’s gone.

Stiles, somehow, looks even worse.  Dark circles under his eyes and he’s as pale as a corpse, his mouth looking like it’s forgotten how to smile.  He looks guilty, Lydia realizes.  She wants to slap him, hug him, make him pull over, something. Stop it! This isn’t your fault! It’s mine! Or maybe it’s no one’s, but it’s not yours!

But to do that, she’d have to let go of Scott’s hand, and that means falling. So, she stays silent and listens to the radio.

Chris cries and so do other Argents. So does Scott. Stiles stands between them, his hands on both their shoulders, trying to offer comfort, but it’s a bit like trying to hug a cactus if Lydia is being honest. She sees Isaac briefly in the crowd and she wonders how he’s feeling. Almost being loved by Allison Argent must be a terrible thing.

Lydia doesn’t cry. This funeral is ridiculous. It’s not for Allison. Half the people here Allison hated, and Lydia didn’t even know she was Catholic. Allison would want something on the beach with her favorite music playing. Or a Viking burial, light an arrow and burn her on the water—Allison would love that! Lydia almost giggles at that ridiculous thought, until she remembers where she is.  

She doesn’t cry. She repeats this like a mantra in her head.

She doesn’t cry.

“Here.”

Chris holds it out to her awkwardly, as if she should understand what is happening. She’s at the Argent’s for the after whatever it’s called. She was thinking about sneaking some of the scotch floating around and finding Stiles and Scott when Chris approached her.

Which is weird in and of itself. Besides thinking Allison’s dad is a total silver fox and teasing Allison about it mercilessly, she doesn’t have much of a relationship with Chris. Although, she knows how much Allison loved him. And she feels a special kinship to him now- people Allison left behind, people who loved her in all sorts of ways.

It’s Allison’s bow and arrow and Lydia didn’t cry at the funeral but she really, desperately, wants to now.

“Um….” Lydia is speechless. She’s a banshee and she’s not even sure what that means, but she knows it didn’t come with weapons skills. She doesn’t know how to work that.

“Allison would want you to have it. She would want you to learn. To be safe,” Chris says, and his voice catches on Allison’s name and gets softer with each word. He hurries away from her then, probably to drink. That’s what Lydia wants to do.

She stands there in the Argent hallway, holding her best friend’s favorite weapon, and she cries. That’s where Scott finds her.

“Lydia,” he says quietly. It’s a funeral. You have to be quiet. She thinks that might be the first word he’s said all day. Her name sounds so safe in his mouth. He brushes her hair away from her eyes with one hand and rubs circles on her back with the other. Lydia grabs him, the bow clattering to the floor, loudly, too loud for a funeral she knows.

She doesn’t let go, though.

He smells like Allison, which is absurd, it can’t be true. She just misses her so much.

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The weekend passes in a haze. After the funeral Lydia goes home and sleeps for six hours.

She wakes up to find ten missed messages- apparently her old crowd, the ones that liked Allison because she was pretty and dressed well and always smiling but didn’t know Allison, were throwing a kegger in her honor.

You have to come!!!FOR ALLISON!!!!! Reads a text from this girl Ashley, who if Lydia recalls correctly was always a passive aggressive bitch to Allison. Jealous of her looks, jealous of her newly hot boyfriend, jealous of her kindness- all things Ashley lacked.

Lydia rolls her eyes. A kegger in Allison’s honor. Allison hated beer and only really only liked to get tipsy off wine while bingewatching tv shows or having Leonardo Dicaprio Marathons with Lydia. Still, she thinks Allison would enjoy the idea of people having fun in her honor, and getting completely black out drunk sounds like a great idea at the moment.

She steals her mom’s expensive rose wine. It was Allison’s favorite.

When she gets into the car, her hands pause on her phone, considering. She should invite Scott and Stiles and Kira. Scott can’t really get drunk (or he can maybe? But it takes a lot) but Stiles and Kira could, and god knows they deserve a good time.

Lydia doesn’t. Maybe because she doesn’t want them to see her get fucked up. Maybe because she sees Allison when she looks at them and it feels like a blade between her ribcage. She feels jealous when she sees Scott- Scott who was loved by her, Scott who got to say goodbye. She can’t handle Stiles guilt. Doesn’t want Kira’s sympathy and offer of friendship.

Whatever the reason is she doesn’t. Instead she goes to a kegger, with a 100 dollar bottle of wine in her hand. Pretends like she was the same girl she used to be; gorgeous, sexy, fun, and carefree.

Without a best friend. Just a string of Ashley’s who smell like cheap victoria secrets perfume and hug her tight like it means anything at all.

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Lydia is dying.

Okay, maybe she’s not dying, but she definitely feels like she’s dying. She somehow wound up back in her bed which is worrisome, but she can vaguely recall some JV player she gave a hand job to in 9th grade giving her a ride home because apparently he owed her- that was his first sexual experience, wow she was great with her hands, wanna do it again sometime? Or something.

Everything is very fuzzy.  And painful. Her head feels like it’s underwater and being hit with a hammer, simultaneously. Did she go for a nine mile run last night? Her legs are aching like she did.

Lydia may have drank more than that bottle of wine. There may have also been screwdrivers. And two (three, Lydia remembers now) shots of tequila. Well, at least she didn’t end up crying on someone. Good job Lydia!

“You’re thinking very loudly” says a voice from her right, and also far away.

Oh shit. Fuck. Lydia can’t bare to open her eyes yet, she just burrows underneath her comforter farther. Did she give JV player another handjob? Well. She’s pretty sure they didn’t have sex. Or at least not good sex. That area is really the only part of her that isn’t sore.

She hopes they didn’t have sex. Unsatisfying sex was such a waste of time.

Except...the voice. It’s not familiar exactly. And now that the person has stopped talking she can’t even recall what they said. But she has this feeling the voice was female.

Which….Lydia has no problem with Sapphic love. But it’s not something she usually goes for. Except once at summer camp in eighth grade with Olivia, who had c cups and curves, and was everything 13 year old Lydia wanted to be and was for some reason interested in playing seven minutes in heaven with her.

I’ve got better boobs than her now, Lydia thinks randomly. She wondered what Oliva was doing now. But she was just getting distracted,probably because of the fogginess and massive headache, point of fact, there was a girl in her bed! Which isn’t a thing she did besides that one time at summer camp….and well, that other one time. But she was definitely not thinking of that.

“Seriously. Such loud thoughts.” The voice, the definitely female voice, teased. It sounded strange to her ears. Far away and yet directly in her brain cutting through her hangover and setting her on edge.

Lydia rolled over. Okay she got drunk after her best friend’s funeral and went a little Lilith Fair. Definitely had nothing to do with Allison. She was just drunk and horny she decided. No big deal.

She opened her eyes. She promptly closed her eyes because what the fuck.

Lydia was dreaming. She was definitely dreaming. Or Hallucinating due to alcohol poisioning? Because that was the only way to explain what she thought she just saw.

She took a deep breath, and opened her eyes again.

Allison was lying there. Or well, not lying there. She was on her sheets but not touching them,floating above. Lydia couldn’t see space between Allison and her sheets- but she was absolutely sure that Allison was not touching the bed. She looked unreal, like Lydia’s worst nightmare and best dream rolled into one.  Her skin was white and shimmering and Lydia swore she flickered in front of her, but so quickly that she never quite disappeared from her eyes.

Allison’s hair was long and curly like the day she first met Lydia. She couldn’t figure out what she was wearing, her brain couldn’t seem to focus on it- but she felt as if she wearing the same outfit too.

Suddenly Lydia felt her eyes move downward to the image’s stomach and she felt sick. There was a large blood stain there- it looked wet, and Lydia imagined it dripping onto her comforter.

She had an inane image of her scolding Allison. Allison, get up! You’re getting blood all over my three hundred dollar comforter! She wanted to laugh. She wanted to cry. (Don’t cry).

“Lydia,” the mirage said, and it didn’t sound like Allison exactly but it sounded achingly familiar. A voice Lydia would want to wrap herself up in if not for the bitter wrongness.

She could smell death in the air now, like her great great great grandfather’s house. She could also smell sea salt, which was Allison’s chosen soap smell.

This is either a dream or she’s losing her mind. Lydia decides to embrace the former. She’s seen the pyschiatric wards in Beacon Hills.

“I’m dreaming,” Lydia says, as if she can convince herself. She sinks back into the comforter and briefly considers hiding underneath it. Like a kid scared of the monster in the closet. Except this monster was her best friend, shimmering, with a large gaping bloody wound in her stomach.

“Lydia!” The crazy trick her brain was playing on her said again, more forcefully. A book shot straight out of her closet and landed by her bed. Smart, Lydia thinks. Very believable haunting. Just like the movies. My brain is smart.

“You’re not dreaming!” It said. Okay, then Lydia was insane. She tried to think of any family history with schizophrenia or other illness but couldn’t remember it. Great, the crazy started with her.

“Lydia, please look at me.” Underneath the wrongness, there was something to it’s voice, a warmth like the sun that Lydia wanted to reach out to, envelop herself in. A warmth like Allison.

She opens her eyes again, unravels herself from her blankets and looks into her dead best friend’s eyes. They’re black, not cold but dark,

“Allison…” No, NO you’re going crazy. This can’t be real. Allison is DEAD. She’s gone and all the wishing won’t bring her back. You need to get up and leave this room. It’s not Allison.

Lydia knows two things:

Allison was dead

This hurt more than her funeral. This fake mirage of her best friend, so close she could touch. Her mind was a real fucking bitch.

She felt a sob take root in her throat- it felt a little bit like playing with a wound when you’re hurt. Mom tells you not to touch it, so you can’t help but do just that. Everytime it hurts, and you never learn.

“I’m crazy.” Lydia whispers. First a banshee, now a crazy banshee.

“Lydia” the mirage is laughing. Lydia can hear it in her voice, although her face remains expressionless, hard to look at. “One of your best friends is a werewolf. You’re a banshee! Kira is a fox! And you think you’re crazy because I’m here?”

That...makes sense. That makes so much sense that Lydia feels buoyant, giddy.  It can’t be real, but is anything impossible in Beacon Hills? She looks at it, at Allison again, and she just knows.

“Allison!” Lydia cries, and oh yes, there are the tears. She reaches forward to hug her.

Of course Lydia realizes, with crushing disappointment and a sinking feeling in her gut, she can’t. She ends up crashing flat on her bed, going right through her. She expects to feel cold- that’s what happens in the movies right?

Instead she feels nothing. But she remembers, Allison. Allison laughing in the hall at school. Allison falling asleep on her during movie marathons. Allison singing along to boy bands while they drove in the car. Allison with a devious look in her eyes, mouth hot.  

She looks up, her hangover is gone- and so is Allison.

Well, fuck.

Lydia spent the rest of her Sunday trying to get her to come back.

Allison couldn’t just appear for two minutes and then disappear forever. Lydia learned a long time ago the world wasn’t fair or just, but this was too much. She had to come back.

She tried just asking, pleading the with dead air, calling for her like a stray cat.

“Allison, please, I believe you. Come back!”

Nothing.

She thought maybe this had something to do with her Banshee powers, it’s not like she fully understood them. Maybe she could conjure Allison? So Lydia sat on her bed cross legged and imagined Allison there- just as she had appeared, blood stain and all. She sat there for an hour, maybe more, until her head hurt too much from trying.

Nothing.

Lydia tried doing things Allison liked to do, because maybe Allison was bored with being a ghost and wanted to rewatch all of the OC with her. She booted up her laptop and started researching- mostly Lydia found kooks who were convinced their oven was possessed by Satan. Another woman claimed her child was possessed- Lydia was pretty sure her kid was actually a werewolf and couldn’t bear to tell her. (She was absolutely not going to tell Scott about that one, he’d drag them all to New England to solve a family problem and insist this kid was a new member of their pack and honestly Lydia was too tired for that.)

But she did learn two things

Ghosts could be reached through physical items the living person had felt connected to.

Ghosts usually occured because someone’s death was traumatic or quick. It didn’t occur to them that they were dead in the first place, and they could spend years haunting areas never finding peace.  

So Lydia spent the day carrying around Allison’s crossbow. She held it while pouring a glass of wine and making a sandwich. It sat next to her homework while she worked on Calc.

And yes, it sat in her lap while watching the OC. She decides that Stiles is definitely Seth and that she is a much smarter, prettier Summer, but Allison isn’t Marissa at all. She tried to imagine Scott brooding like Ryan and sloshes her wine as she laughs.

Allison doesn’t appear. Lydia tries not to think too hard about that second fact she gleaned. An Allison who appeared suddenly, alone, thinking she was alive and wondering where her friends were.

First day back to school felt a little bit like entering a war zone. Or facing a supernatural creature and Lydia’s only weapon was her looks. She put on her darkest red lipstick and her highest heels, and prepared herself.

There were the hugs. So many hugs from people Lydia had sworn she had never spoken to before. The teacher’s looks of shock when she actually had her homework. The boys who used every excuse to touch her.

Lydia wanted to scream. These people didn’t care. Not about Allison and not about her.

And the worst part of it was, in the corner of her eye, by her locker, in the back of the classroom: she kept expecting to see Allison. Not Allison the ghost. Allison her best friend. But she saw neither.

She was zoning out, losing it. She kept trying to open her locker but she couldn’t remember if it was K, F, B or K, F, C???????

“God fucking DAMN IT.” Lydia swore, hitting her locker and pretending the tears in her eyes was because of the pain. It did hurt. It hurt a lot. She’d probably have a bruise. Damn it.

“Uh...Lydia?” Stiles is suddenly besides her, smelling like clean soap and a little too much cologne. She really needs to make fun of him for that so he’ll stop.  He’s looking at her not like she’s crazy or with pity, but with warmth in his eyes. Which is hilarious because Stiles wasn’t warm at all was he?. He was all sharp angles and biting words, and yet Lydia thinks he’s never looked at her any other way.

“Hey Stiles,”  She winces. Her fingers are definitely bruised, “I couldn’t figure out my lock….” She is definitely wearing too much contour to blush, besides she doesn’t blush.

“Yeah, those locks can be tricky.” In a way that’s mocking her but also not.” Hey why don’t you give it a break, have some food with me and Scott. Come back to it fully fed and ready for round two.”

“I didn’t want to carry my books” She admits. She just had Calc and Psychics and each book weighed at least ten pounds. And now that her hand is also bruised- it really doesn’t help.

“I’ll take them” And he just does, and Stiles is definitely scrawny but she doesn’t make the obvious crack. She has to tease him though. She has to.

“Are you gonna give me your varsity jacket to wear next?”

Stiles blushes. They walk to lunch.  

Lydia files that blush away for later when she can appreciate it more. It is a lovely shade of red.

Scott has saved them an entire table, and Lydia wonders if Kira and ten other friends she didn’t know existed will be joining them. She goes and grabs a salad and joins them. Stiles is eating a sandwich and Scott is eating four.  Scott smiles at her when she sits down and she compares these two boys- her two favorite boys perhaps.

Scott is kind. She remembers Allison saying that, and Lydia had scoffed because kind didn’t get you get off. But she understands why Allison was drawn to him now, has stopped being jealous- Scott is kind and good and he makes you feel the same. Lydia wishes she could bottle up that feeling sometimes, use it when she’s having a bad day.

Stiles is volatile. He can be kind, he can be a lot of things, but it’s now what defines him- Lydia isn’t quite sure she’s figured out what defines him.

She’s contemplating this when she watches Stiles shove an entire half of the sandwich into his mouth.

Nevermind, Stiles was defined by his idiocy.

“How was your weekend?” Scott asks, she avoids his eyes. This weekend was the funeral and tequila shots and a freaking ghost. Lydia doesn’t want to discuss it.

She should tell them. Not telling them sits hard in her stomach until the sight of her ceasar salad is making her slightly nauseous. It’s not like they wouldn’t believe her! She dated a lizard for god sakes.

But she doesn’t because…. because Lydia is a terrible selfish person.

She wants to keep Allison to herself. She knows Stiles and Scott and god, Chris, miss her as much as she does, but Allison came to her! She felt like she was floating away, and there was Allison. It meant something.

She swallows her guilt and leaves the salad untouched.

“Hey Lydia, did you hear us?”

“Of course!” She sputters, wait what?” “Uh no…”

Stiles gets very excited. He’s about to ramble, she can just tell. His arms start flailing and Lydia scoots away from him.

“Scott, our beautiful friend, our alpha--

“Louder please, I want everyone to know”

“Is basically an incomplete hallow wreck of a man. Devoid of soul, really.”

“Uhhhhhhhh…..” Lydia looks at Scott. He does look sad, but don’t they all?

“Yeah. He hasn’t seen Star Wars” Stiles finishes, as if, duh! “You have to come! Partake in the marathon.”

Lydia has plans. Well okay. She was gonna carry around Allison’s crossbow again and continue to watch the OC will thinking very loudly about Allison appearing.

“You have to come Lydia, “ Scott says softly, like it really matters.

“Lydia. You’re our only hope!” Stiles cajoles, draping his arm around her. He really needs to chill with the cologne. But she doesn’t really mind the arm.

“I am not Obi Wan Kenobi!” Lydia glares at these two stupid boys, her boys, kind of “Fine!”

And then she feels guilty for agreeing to have fun. This whole grief thing is the fucking worst.

[waif-of-the-night]

Supernatural rewrite

Prologue

Chapter 1

Rewrite Masterlist

Masterlist

Summary: You are a hunter and have been hunting alone for the past three years now. You parents are dead and you still don't know their killer. You are a human or so you think of yourself but there's something wrong about you and you know that but you've never told anyone about your little secret. You've heard of the Winchester brothers from other hunters, the brothers who killed the yellow eyed demon, azazel but now what happens when you actually meet them?

Warnings : language maybe, otherwise nothing really

A/n : Okay, this is my first attempt at writing so please be kind and also this rewrite starts from somewhere between season 4 because that's when the reader first meets the Winchesters. Some chapters from the start won't be aligned with the series because I need some things to straighten out before we get on track. Okay so enough of this rambling, happy reading! :)

It was just a normal day for you. You had been hunting for years now, 3 years to be exact. You had adapted to the hunting life quite good till now, in 3 years you had become a great hunter, a hunter who was fierce and had no intention of giving in just yet. You hunted alone, but you did make some friends and valuable contacts in your time hunting to help in times of need. You started the day by reading through the newspaper to find any incident weird enough to look into. You woke up exhausted from the last hunt when you killed a werewolf but lucky enough to not get any serious injuries. You freshened yourself up and went through the newspaper while taking a sip from a half empty beer bottle that you got from a liquor shop just near the motel you were staying at for now. You spotted news in the newspaper about a murder in Moline, Illinois, of a 20 year old woman, Melissa Frost, with her body fully drained of blood and the body found in her apartment by her roommate. The case looked like a possible vampire hunt to you so you decided to check the thing out. You quickly packed your stuff in the duffle bag you always carried, checked your gun securely bound in your waistband and the two knifes placed inside your boots , checked out of the motel and headed towards your car. It was a 1966 Chevy camaro which you took much pride to call your own. You weren’t that far from the place so you made the trip in 5 hours and checked into a motel which looked good enough for a few nights.

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It wasn’t much time after Dean was raised from perdition by Castiel, the Angel of the Lord, that Dean found out about Sam and Ruby’s little alliance to find and kill Lilith. Dean still could not wrap his hand around the idea of Ruby helping Sam by making him drink demon blood in order to be powerful enough to kill Lilith and stop the apocalypse, but he didn’t really have a choice so he kept it to himself. They were looking for any leads on finding Lilith before she broke more seals but all they had this far was nada. So they decided to work on a possible vampire case in Moline.

The Winchesters arrived into town on the next Thursday a day after you arrived at the town police station posing as FBI, Agent Argent. Sam and Dean were in there usual fake FBI outfits of formal and sophisticated suits and tie. They entered the town sheriff’s office to find the sheriff talking to a woman who appeared to be in her mid 20s, with (y/h/l) (y/h/c) hair tied into a neat ponytail and (y/e/c) eyes. She too was dressed in formal pants and blazer and had a professional stance. As soon as they were about to interfere their chat, the woman turned around and started walking towards the door, while not taking notice of the two young men standing in the office. As soon as the woman left, Dean introduced Sam and himself as Agent Riggs and Agent Smith while holding out his leather batch, Sam doing the same. “ Hello officers, I’m Sheriff Tacker. I gotta be honest , Didn’t think FBI would be this interested in the murder of one lady, that they would send three officers on it.” Said sheriff with a look of confusion on his face. Sam asked him what he meant by three officers to which the sheriff told him that the woman who talked to him about the case before them was also an FBI Agent. Sam and Dean exchanged a look and then continued their interrogation about the murder. From what the Sheriff could tell them it was clear that it was a vampire nest they were facing. They were surviving on blood bags but looked like a vampire went rogue and hence the murder.

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They checked themselves in the first motel they could find, Golden Bay Motel was the name of it, little did they know that there was another hunter living in the same motel, coincidently in room right next to theirs. You were already in your room researching after interrogating some witnesses and relatives to find any leads on the location of the nest. From what you gathered you were sure that the vampire who attacked the vic followed her from a bar she visited that night, and the vamp jumped her on her way home or was with her from the bar, so you decided to visit that bar tonight. There was still light outside therefore you had time to kill so you thought of visiting the library you saw in the town when you first rolled in, to maybe brush up on some lore. You were scrolling your hands through some books neatly arranged in the library shelf. You already had two books in your hand and was taking out a third one using your free hand when a tall frame of a man collided with you making all three books fall on the ground making a large sound in a rather quiet library. You quickly crouched down picking up your books, face red from embarrassment of people looking in your direction when the person you had collided with also bent down helping you with the books muttering apologies on repeat. You were soon standing straight again with the books clutched to your chest like they would fall again. “I’m really sorry I wasn’t looking. Are you okay? I’m really really sorry” You finally looked up to the man. He was tall, not average tall, but gigantic tall with muscular built. He had hazel eyes and long brown hair. His cheeks formed dimples as he spoke and you could see he was genuinely apologizing for bumping into you. “It’s okay, really.” Was all you could say.  He noticed the books in your hand; they were about some east Indian folklore. “I can see we have similar taste in reading, is that so?” You saw his eyes and replied “Yea I guess, I’ve always been curious about this stuff”. You gave him a hearty smile. “By the way I’m Sam.” he said giving out a hand to shake. “Jamie” you lied while shaking his hand as firmly as you could, his hand being almost twice the size of yours. He took his hand back and shove them into his pockets. He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something but was interrupted by the sound of another man taking his name assumingly from behind the shelf. “Uh I gotta go but it was nice meeting you Jamie” “likewise”. You gave the man a smile and went off towards the other corner of the library.

Sam and Dean were in the library to figure out more about Lilith and how to stop her. “Who was that?” dean asked sam while carrying some books from the shelf to a nearby table. Sam sat across Dean at the table before he answered, eyes still searching for the girl thinking he’ll see her again. “Jamie, I bumped into her while looking for this” said Sam while holding up a fat hardcover book in his hand. Dean started reading through the books he got without giving it much thought but Sam couldn’t focus on the task at hand. His mind kept wondering back to the girl, her beautiful (y/e/c) eyes and her smile. But that wasn’t the only thing that occupied his head, it was also the fact that she looked oddly familiar, like he had seen her before but he couldn’t figure out where. It was because he in fact had seen you, at the sheriff’s station but it was only for a brief second, not enough for him to recognise you on meeting again.

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Soon it was dark enough for you to get back on the case, to take down a vampire nest, by yourself. You were prepared for it, it wasn’t the first time you were taking on a task that big on your own. With this, you entered the diner where you were hoping you’d find the vamp who’ll lead you to the nest. You sat on a stool at the bar and ordered a beer. You had a careful eye on everyone around you, for anything out of the ordinary. A few minutes passed by before you saw a young woman leaving the diner, alone, and a shady looking, head to toe covered in black, following the woman while keeping some distance. You knew this was your cue and you instantly pulled out a twenty dollar bill from your pocket and kept it on the bar counter, telling the bartender to keep the change and hurrying towards the door to follow the woman with the vamp on her heals. You saw them take a turn towards a dark alley and then in a split second the vamp was dragging the woman towards a turn ahead, one hand gripping her shoulder tightly and shoving her ahead despite her resisting with all her strength, other hand on her mouth making her cries for help almost inaudible to you. You sprinted towards the vamp with your machete now in your dominant hand ready to slice the motherfucker’s head off. Just when you reached near enough to swing the weapon in hand, you felt a hand griping your hand with much force, making the machete fall from your hand. It was another vampire. The sudden force on your wrist made you slightly whimper from the pain which made the first vampire now notice you, a huge grin forming on his face showing off his fangs, when he saw you, with his friend holding you by your wrist. “We got ourselves a hunter today, I’m sure she tastes far better than that blonde you got there brother” the vampire holding you said looking at you with hunger filled eyes. The other vampire let go of the blonde woman and she ran away as fast as she could. The vampires didn’t care about her getting away because they knew no one would believe her if she said that a vampire attacked her. You were quick to think, and while they both were distracted by the running woman you pulled the Kukri blade from your boots with the help of the free hand and without any delay, the vampire grabbing you had his head chopped off. Seeing this, the other pounced at you with all his strength, ready to turn your body to shreds. He threw you against the wall, knocking all the air out of your lungs. You saw your machete lying near you on the floor so you rapidly move your arm to grab it when you notice two more figures appearing close to your right side. They seem to be yelling something but you can’t make out there exact words. You now had your machete with you when you saw that the vamp had already paid attention to the new man, as a result of which, the taller of the two was lying face front on the floor struggling to get up while the other, shorter one, was fighting off the vamp. You saw the sight and without wasting much time sprinted towards them and just as the vamp was about to sink his long fangs into the man’s neck, you sliced his head apart from his body. You gave a hand to the man, but he refused it and got up on his own with a smug look on his face. He hastily reached the other man who was now sitting up, tending to a wound on his left arm. You noticed the man carefully in the dim lighting of the alley and it didn’t take much time for you to realise that it was Sam, who you met at the library the same afternoon. You were standing at some distance from the men, when Sam noticed you and istantly recognised you.

“You’re the girl from the library”

“I am. You okay there?”

“Yea uh- ” He was cut by Dean’s voice

“Who are you anyway?” he said with a look that was a mixture of curiosity and arrogance.

“I’m the girl who saved your ass, you’re welcome btw”

“Yea well I didn’t ask for your help.”

You rolled your eyes at his response and started walking away while cleaning your bloody machete with the side of your sleeve. You were almost out of the alley when you heard Sam yelling your name making you stop and turn around. He was pacing towards you, while keeping pressure on his wounded arm with his other arm. “Jamie” he said stopping a few inches from you. You turned now giving him your full attention. “Uh sorry for my brother Dean there, he can be like that sometimes, but thank you for your help.”

You studied his face for a while before replying with your lips pressed in a faint smile.

“It’s fine. Well, I’d say, didn’t take you for a hunter”

“I didn’t take you for a hunter either. You hunt alone?”

“Mostly yea, and I take you hunt with your brother?”

“Yes, I do. Wait, so you mean you were going to take on a possible whole vampire nest on your own?” sam said with surprised tone. “Wasn’t going to be the first time, but luckily this time it was just these two idiots and not a whole nest” you said while waving your hand towards one of the vampire corpses.

By now his brother Dean had walked upto Sam, and stood next to him with a confused expression.

“What is your name? Really?” it was dean doing the talking now.

"What makes you think Jamie isn't my real name?"

"Well, the fact that you took a second to turn when Sam called for you would be it." Dean have you a smug look.

You had heard of Sam and Dean, the brothers who killed azazel from some other hunters before, but you didn’t show them that you had heard of them. You were considering whether you should give them your real name or not, and you came to the conclusion by telling them your real name – (Y/f/n) (y/l/n)

You saw the two brothers conversing something through their eyes when Sam abruptly said “You can hunt with us if you want”. He had a hoping smile on his face but his brother looked at him dumbfounded. You were quick to answer because well, it wasn’t the first time someone had been nice and offered to be a hunting partner, but you had your own issues. “Thanks for the offer but I’m not exactly team play type. And I got a place to be so I need to go.” With this you thought the conversation was over but then Dean added to it by asking “Why not?” His expressions unchanged. It was visible that he had some suspicions now in his head regarding you. “I choose not to answer that” was all you said, before leaving the two men behind and ending the conversation for good.

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“Man I’m telling you there’s something wrong with that girl” Dean said while opening the door to the driver’s side of the Impala. Sam was standing at the passenger side with one hand on the roof of the Impala and the other on the door’s handle. “Dude she’s a hunter and she saved you, what the hell are you talking about?” “I’m talking about the fact that she was going to take on a whole vampire nest on her own. I mean who in their right mind would do that?” “Maybe she’s just a hella good hunter” The passenger side door was now flew opened by the younger Winchester and he was about to get in when Dean came back with another argument. “Okay, maybe she is a hella good hunter” he said with a sarcastic tone. “But what about the fact that she turned down our offer without even taking a second and didn’t even care to give a reason. Sam, I’m telling you I’m getting real Ruby vibes from her.” With the last words leaving Dean’s mouth, Sam shoved himself into the passenger seat and closed the door with a loud thud. Dean quickly realised that his remark including Ruby was responsible for him getting such reaction from Sam. He sighed remembering the fact that the reason they came on his hunt was to have a break from everything regarding Ruby or Demon blood or Lilith but he had ripped open the bandage with his remark about you. The ride following the incident was a rather quiet one.   

Chapter 2