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[bigbadripley]

Chapter 14 - Redrum

Marc Spector/Steven Grant x Female!OC

Summary: Marc never expected to see his childhood friend Simone ever again. To Simone, Marc may as well have been dead. However, when Simone met Steven 15 years after Marc disappeared, she couldn’t help but notice how familiar he was.

18+ | 2kish Words | Third-person omniscient | Dark!fic/Angst | AU/AT |

Warnings: Heavy language, OC with religious trauma, childhood trauma, sexual trauma. Physical and emotional abuse of a minor, lots of angst, alcohol, painkillers, marijuana mention, homophobia, violence, tw! SA, death mention

A/N: This chapter is heavy, please be careful and read the tags. There are periodic flashback chapters, this is one of them. I update warnings with each chapter. Only proceed if you can handle the themes included in the warnings. I wrote this entirely as a trauma dump.

Minors DNI, DL;DR, if I miss a warning, please let me know.

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"He told me in due time everything will be fine You could always flip your soul for like $9.99 Watch these problems go away and your family will be straight Just know you'll never get to see the gold on Heaven's gates" -"Redrum" by 99 Neighbors 

Moni's mother didn't need much convincing to allow her to stay the night with Ericka. The girls hatched a plan to bring it up with Ericka's parents first, then Moni's ma, then have them call each other. Somehow, it worked out perfectly, and they were in pajamas listening to music in Ericka's bedroom that very weekend. 

"What about Kimmy?" Moni asked as she pointed to a photo of a cute girl with glasses in their senior yearbook they had received the day before. The song "Like A Stone" by Audioslave played softly from the CD player as Ericka eyed the photo for a moment and shook her head,

"She's nice but not my type." 

"I don't think your type exists. You've shot down every suggestion I've made!" Moni said as she closed the book and placed it between them on the bed. Ericka shrugged,

"Only because I don't like them!"

"Shit, at this point, I think you just wanna kiss me," Moni joked. Her friend pursed her mouth and allowed her eyes to drift to Moni's lips. Moni noticed this but dismissed it in her mind even as her hands grew clammy. 

"Not unless you're good at it," Ericka stated, tone lighthearted. Moni matched her style,

"I've never had any complaints," She played cocky to impress her, as Ericka was the coolest girl she'd ever known.

The girls laughed nervously, Ericka with total concentration on Moni, having a slight crush on the girl for quite some time. On the other hand, Moni wasn't sure and certainly didn't think Ericka felt that way. 

"Then can I kiss you?" Ericka asked reluctantly. Moni was stunned and nearly frozen at the question. One half of her brain told her no, and the other told her yes, please. What came from her mouth was a compromise.

"If you want to," Moni replied, slowly moving the hardcover picturebook to the other side of her body. She wasn't sure if Ericka was joking anymore and almost passed it off as one until Ericka went for it, placing slightly puckered lips to Moni's unprepared mouth. 

Moni couldn't tell if she was into it or not but guided Ericka through the kiss the only way she'd ever known them to be. Regardless of the strange sensation that mirrored anxiety, kissing Ericka was easier than kissing any boy. Her heart fluttered just as well. 

Ericka's plush lips felt like crushed velvet and tasted like the strawberry milkshake she sipped. She smelled like flowers and citrus and all of the nice things that Moni had never noticed before then, now so close she could hear her heart race with each brush of their tongues. A rock formed in the pit of her stomach-

Is this what it's supposed to feel like? 

The girls were abruptly interrupted by Ericka's bedroom door creaking open quickly, causing them to kick away from each other in a panic as Ericka's mother's face went from delight to sheer horror.

"Mom, I-" 

"We were just-"

They both started but were cut off right away. 

"I think you need to leave, Simone." Erika's mother said, face stern and arms crossed. 

Simone grabbed her overnight bag and started walking back home, fearful of what Ericka's parents would do. If they were anything like Moni's mom, it would be rough. 

Moni found that she had no way out of this one when she arrived home to find her mother standing, waiting for her with the phone in her hand. What seemed to worry Moni the most was that there were tiny sheets of paper spread around the table, the notes from inside Loser Jones and the doctor's notes she had practiced forging to get out of school. 

Along with all of that was a small plastic baggy with a little bit of pot in it that she was tasked to hold onto by Ericka. She stared at the contraband intensely, amazed at how her mother yelled more about the sex notes and her "homosexuality" than the drugs. 

This would be the final straw. This was the night when it was decided that she would be sent to stay with her tío.

  Uncle Luis was Moni's father's eldest brother and the only one out of 3 uncles who happened to still be alive at the time despite his habits. He would claim it was because God willed it to be, but Moni and Marc would joke that it was because it was hard to kill a cockroach. 

He was a big guy with a beer gut and an appetite for whiskey, painkillers, and young women. Nobody seemed to know his cap on "how young is too young?" though. He happened to be Moni's godfather, as well and offered to help raise her after her father went in the clink. Estefania declined for pride's sake, but Luis kept the offer on the table and pushed harder the older Moni got. 

This was a red flag for Moni that went unnoticed by her mamá.

Once Moni arrived at the old man's house, it was clear he smoked like a train and drank like a mule by the state of the place. The house was a two-bedroom, one-bath, so the space wasn't copious, to begin with. The addition of the empty liquor bottles that flooded the place didn't help, and the overflowing ashtrays on every surface made matters worse. 

She was tasked with cleaning, cooking, and preparing his drinks, as well as upholding the rules of only wearing long skirts and dresses around the house, saying grace before every meal, and never listening to secular music. It was like being part of a fucked up cult with the added bonus of getting to sneak the least smoked butts out of the ashtrays for safekeeping before dumping them out.

The old man's policies were bearable compared to what he did when he was filled with oxycodone and hard liquor. That was when the holy man everyone assumed him to be did things he would only repeat in confessional and expect to atone for through a few Hail Marys. 

Moni couldn't do much about the arrangement due to her age and graduation being a mere month away. She tried to sneak a call to her mother, hoping she would let her come home, but all Moni got was an earful of Spanish expletives and a paddle to her rear when tío Luis caught her using the phone. 

There was never a waking moment where Moni wasn't uncomfortable in that house. If she did anything wrong, she got paddled. If he did anything right, she got her uncle's idea of positive reinforcement, which was just making her sit on his lap while he told her how special and beautiful she was. 

Aside from trying to feel clean by scrubbing herself raw every day in the shower, she started smoking the butts she saved once the old man was passed out for the night. She relished the burning sensation of the too-hot tip between her fingers and lips when the tobacco was too low to smoke. It made her feel more comfortable than that place did and gave her a modicum of control.

She often dreamt of Marc busting her out of there like he said he would. She still missed him and even kept his note to her in her Chuck Taylor shoe box. 

As for her friendship with Ericka, they were only allowed to see each other in class and mass. Mrs. Fatu was convinced that Moni was at fault for kissing her daughter, and everyone who heard about what happened had the same idea. 

As always, Moni was the bad kid. Corruptor. Sinner. Whore. It became clear that her mother sent her away for reformation and to save herself the embarrassment of having to stick up for her daughter to clear her own image. 

After three weeks at her tío's, the final straw for Moni was when the disgusting man pressed himself against her while she was cooking dinner, grinding against her buttocks as she silently wept. The tears ran down her cheeks as she felt a scream trapped in her lungs, refusing to escape like a fever dream. She was seventeen, but her mind regressed to ten years old, powerless to stop it. Mushy, fresh-faced, spineless. All she could do was stare blankly at the nicotine-stained backsplash and blink. 

Do you need help? Blink once for yes, twice for no.

She was trapped in her own body between the old man and the stove for what felt like an eternity, sinking closer and closer to the gas burner and imagining the flame catching her dress. 

It would be better. 

Her breath was caught in her windpipe, and declined to move, afraid of the exhale sounding pleasurable. 

Don't let him hear you breathe. Don't give him the satisfaction. 

Then it was over; the back of her dress was damp, and her pancakes had burned.

That was the day she decided to kill her uncle. After a lifetime of being told that the things happening around her weren't true-

You're a liar. You remember things wrong. You're a temptress. You're a whore. You deserved it. You don't know what pain is.

That damp fabric patch on her bottom reminded her that what happened was real. There was no faking what happened, no imagining it. Though nobody else would believe her-

I know what happened. I know everything that happened under this roof. I'll be damned if I don't do something to stop it. You'll go to hell for this, and I'll see you there.

Tío should have never trusted her with his drinks, as it was ultimately her crushing five of his pills into the whiskey he nearly drowned himself in every night that ended his life. She pulverized the pills into the finest white powder she could. She tasted the concoction with her fingertip when she mixed it up: it tasted like poison. He wouldn't know the difference. 

The big fish eat the little ones until the little fish think faster.

When Moni called the police the following morning, she swore she could be a politician, utterly devoid of all blame. She cried and shed hot tears and snot, but not for him or his soul. They didn't suspect her and ruled it an accidental overdose. 

May he rest in piss.

  Her mother was terrified of her after that. She knew what had happened just as well as Moni did. 

"¡Regresa al infierno! ¡demonio!" Her mother yelled at her when she came home, tears in her eyes and rosary in hand. Mamá told her to go to hell. Called her the devil. 

Moni felt like she had already been there and saw red as her mother screamed at the sight of her only daughter.

Me? The devil? Even with what that sicko did? 

In her rage, she tried to rip the religious beads from her mother's hands, and they broke, scattering them all over the floor with small ticks as they bounced across the tile. Moni had never seen her mother cry before. She would never see her cry again.

Due to her suspension, she couldn't walk the stage with her classmates but still received her diploma and graduated on the principal's roll. Moni got a job at a local deli and made enough money in tips to get a laptop. That cheap Dell started Simone's journey, meeting Joyce and getting her scholarships. That was it for her time in Chi-town. 

[universal-kitty]

   My buddy @robotarmjokes has been having a rough time of it, I’ve been planning random gifts left and right anyways... So here’s an impromptu gift just for her. :’>

   Rhys just wants his girl to feel better~

Getting back home always felt like a relief for Rhys. It was the signal of the end of another workday, a bit of downtime... More “plotting” for the wedding (only so much was agreed upon together, but- he had to admit- the mysteries just made it all the more exciting to look forward to!) and generally, just officially allowed to pamper his fiancee without being that guy.

   Even if he was the CEO and liked to benefit from that role more than any good leader should...well, some things don’t go to the broom closest like TV shows would like you to believe, let’s say.

   Still, seeing the place darker than usual had his greeting die in his throat, looking around lost for a moment. The lights? Where was D? It was so late, you’d think she would’ve put the lights on by now... Sniffles alarmed him, kicking off his shoes in an awkward rush and following the sound back into the bedroom, where he found her curled up, facing the headboard and shoulders shaking.

   ...Oh. So this is why she texted him she was leaving work early? It wasn’t uncommon for D to pack up on leisure (he assured her twenty times over it was alright beforehand), but... Now his heart hurt.

   D was upset and he hadn’t thought to make sure she was okay... Agh, what an idiot! Well, he’s home now, so... Rhys padded over, watching her the whole way. She didn’t react until he sat down, freezing, but still sniffling. He put it aside to wiggle up, until he was spooning her; arm draped over her middle and cheek resting on the back of her head.       (Internally, he cursed his lanky limbs; they still hung off the bad and surely the seams of his pants would yet etch themselves into the sides of his knees and calves.)

   “...So. How’re you doing, D?” A simple start. Nothing too much for her and gauging how things were. Always a good place to start.

   “Pretty shit, actually,” she mumbled, giving a short, curt laugh. “Feelin’ pretty worthless. Like I should just...give up again. Stay alone, for everyone else’s sake...and my own.” Her voice cracked at the end, body shifting a little as she tried to wipe the returning tears away.

   He hated this. What that person had done to her... It was especially haunting her now. So many times... He couldn’t be upset at her, rather, the past circumstances that made her so anxious. Every nice word being buried under the fear that it might be another well thought out lie. Every pleasant touch a fear that it’ll turn into sweeping, angry gestures.

   Everything kind had been turned into a fear that it masked a deeper hatred and Rhys... Well, cliche as it is, he always did wish for the ability to take that away. Make it easier for her. Yet all he can do is press kisses into her hair, hold her closer, and make himself into the snake they both joked he was. 

   “You’re not worthless, babe... You’re wonderful. I know you have lots of difficulties believing that, but it’s true. I promised you then and I promise you now.” A kiss to her ear had her shiver and he huffed a laugh, but didn’t pester her any more on that. “Besides, I’ve heard pleasant conversations about you from co-workers--”

   “Oh fuck, they talk about me...?” DL groaned, tilting her head into the mattress, but Rhys just took it as an invite to kiss her shoulder through the t-shirt she was wearing.

   “Only good things, don’t worry... You know you’re inspiring people to get cool hairstyles? I swear it’s true.”

   “...Huh. Sounds like a load a’ shit.”

   “It’s true. I wouldn’t lie to you, remember?” She sighed deeply, then nodded a little. Not moving her head, though. At least she was sniffling less... One step at a time.

   “...Don’t think you should be alone, though,” he continued, his voice dropped into a low, quiet rumble as he shifted to perch up on his elbow; his free hand stroking through D’s bright pink hair. “You’re going to make lots of people lonely, you know that, sweetheart?” When D only hummed in response, he continued. “I heard you’ve made a good friend in that, uh...person from R&D. They really like talking to you... Hell, I’m surprised they haven’t stolen the PA system from me to announce how cool you are.”

   Rhys had to laugh a little at that. The excitable little scientist had been found on Pandora, apparently an ex-Hyperion scientist, of all things... Quickly became the head of the R&D branch with all their knowledge and downright spoiled DL with friendship whenever she went over to visit. Honestly it was...really nice to see. Having a vocal friend like that... Even Rhys noticed the confidence boost D got from that.

   Though in a time like this...it’s stubbornness and cuddles from the CEO himself that’s gonna have to save the day!!

   “I ‘unno... I guess they’re pretty cool...”

   “I’d say. You know how much happier and confident you’ve gotten being friends with them? I’m...honestly amazed.” A small laugh leaves her and Rhys brightens up. Ah, progress!! “You notice that?”

   “...A little,” she admits quietly, head finally moving back to the side. “Like, yeah, most of the time I still feel like I’m super annoying and I talk too much or what have you, but... They’re really supportive of me? And they, uh...” D paused, seemingly embarrassed, before admitting, “They actually, like...encourage me to gush about you? To them? And it’s really sweet of ‘em. So I appreciate that.”

   “...First of all, exactly. I’m proud of you, but...” He can’t stop the grin, ECHO eye definitely lighting up a little. “You gush about me to others~?”

   “Ooooohhh, don’t think too much of it. Your ego’s fine,” she scoffs, giving a pat to his arm, but Rhys is already laughing in delight. That’s great!!! And she admitted to it!!!!!! His night’s been made, that’s for sure. (And judging by the little smile he sees peeking from behind pink hair, he knows its got her feeling a tad better, too.)

   “...Hey, D? Can you look at me for a second?”

   “Noooooo.”

   “Oh? Why?”

   “Cause I probably look super gross, hah. I’ve been crying for, like... I don’t even know? Awhile, at least.” Ouch, his heart. Well, now he needs her to look at him!

   “Your face isn’t gross,” he assures, kissing a hair-covered cheek. “I’ve seen you cry before and you’re still cute. A messy cutie and I’ll kiss it forever.” A pause. “...Am I doing words right? That sounded infinitely better in my head, I think-”

   “It’s fine,” D sighed, then wiggled a bit so Rhys would scoot back a bit, so she could roll over on her back. He’d help brush away the pink strands on her face, noting quietly those red eyes and patchy-red cheeks... Leaning down to kiss them both, then her nose, and finally, her lips. Pleased at the brighter red now glowing on her face.

   “...There you go,” he murmured, flopping back down. Back went his arm over her stomach, but now with the addition of his leg over her own. (Maybe that will help his limbs. He can’t wait for pajama pants and laying over the bed the right way so his legs aren’t vibrating like they feel they are.) “It’s really alright. It’s a dark time, you know. Things are going to get better. We got the wedding soon, buncha friends are gonna be there... We could go to R&D later? Together? See what weird things your friend is making...”

   “Don’t let them hear you say that,” D mumbled and they both laughed at the image of their indignant face overhearing Rhys call her babies “weird things”.

   The laughter died pleasantly, quiet reigning for awhile, before D murmured, “You really think it’ll be alright? That I should, like, stick around? Cause I don’t wanna be a bother and I’m worried-”

   “-about the lies. I know, babe. But don’t let that jerkwad control you even now. Um, sorry to interrupt, though.” Another kiss and an awkward grin. “Really, just... Trust them. I mean, maybe not everyone- Pandora is still kinda a shitty place- but hey! You’ve got some good friends that are cool! I screen out a vast majority of jerks... Atlas: Better Than Hyperion, as I say...”

   “Pffftt, since when?” Rhys breathed in, paused... Then hummed slightly.

   “Well, since...tonight, I guess. But it counts!”

   “You’re a dork,” D shot at him, tired, but amused smile on her face. He beamed, fluttering his lashes at her. (Trying- and failing- to not grin when even that seemed to fluster her.)

   “But I’m your dork~?”

   “...Well, yeah, you are.” She laughed a little and Rhys took another chance to kiss her, stroking her hair.

   “...You feeling better, babe?”

   “Yeah... A little.”

   “A good start,” he hummed, kissing her cheek and his robotic hand smoothing over D’s cheek. “Well, I’m...going to get changed. And I welcome more cuddling, but we should move. My legs hanging off the bed’s edge have been killing my circulation, babe.”

   “Wh-? Why didn’t you tell me?!?”

   “Cause I love you and you needed to vent more than my legs need blood flow,” Rhys declared, shooshing D with a smooch. “Now give me a bit and we’ll get some tea, I’ll get changed...and we’ll be comfy and relax, alright? I love you, D.”

   “...Love you too, Rhys.”

[swearwolf-writes]

Teen Wolf 2020

it’s 2020 and corona is a bitch :) the wolves might not be able to get sick but they still wear their masks bcs they could still be carriers so *clears throat* WEAR YOUR MASKS Y’ALL!! this is very much a no one dies/everybody lives au :)

[CROSSPOSTED ON: AO3]

Scott McCall - age 26

this cute nerd. he studied veterinary medicine which takes about 4 years so he graduated in 2017 and works as Deaton’s partner at the Beacon Hills Animal Clinic. he’s dating Isaac (bcs he came back from France with Argent, remember) and Kira (she came back from the Skinwalkers in 2019 and has a proper grasp on her powers). sorry scalia shippers but it’s not really my thing-

Stiles Stilinski - age 26

NERD. anywho- FBI dork became an agent in 2019 whoo and lives in DC with Lydia, Derek and Braeden. he’s dating Lydia and Derek and things are pretty chill - he yells at arseholes who refuse to wear their masks bcs ‘it’s uncomfortable :(’ like bite me karen no one cares

Derek Hale - age 32

grumpy sourwolf actually knows how to smile!! who knew- he lives in DC with Stiles, Lydia and Braeden most of the time but he and Braeden travel often to fight butthead hunters who need to mind their own business. he’s dating Stiles and he and Braeden are engaged - it’s cute and they’re being dorks about it. he likes to complain that they’d be married by now if it wasn’t for freakin covid

Lydia Martin - age 26

your local genius banshee~ 🥰 still awesome, still a harbinger of death - so yk, the usual. bcs she had extra credits she started as a junior studying maths and graduates in 2016!! 🎉🎉 she moved to DC after she got some money together while working as a tutor - the quartet splits rent (but usually it’s just Stiles and Lydia splitting it bcs the other two don’t technically have jobs and yk Derek is an unsub and Stiles is in the FBI which Lydia finds hilarious). she teaches adults in the local community college and helps supernatural folk on the dl - she runs a grief counselling service at the same place for people who’ve lost someone. she’s also trying to get a degree to become a high school maths teacher and it’s a lot but she’s got it handled.

Allison Argent - 24

accidentally brought back from the dead by the Dread Doctors. everyone could not stop crying bcs she’s back baby!! she died in 2011 age 17 and came back in 2012 so she wasn’t dead long thankfully - wanted to kill Theo bcs he messed with her pack even he did bring her back. she’s a chimera now lads- she needed a kidney transplant when she was young which was why she was kept away from the family business. she was a werewolf-werejaguar chimera like Hayden but stayed a chimera. Chris and Isaac stayed home and bcs she and Isaac never actually broke up, they kept dating - she found it funny that Isaac and Scott were dating at this point,, meanwhile they were panicking wildly :) she went back to school and said she wasn’t dead, just in the hospital for a really long time. she joined Liam’s year and again, wanted to very badly throw hands when she found out about Monroe- she’s the coolest, like she has claws and bow and arrows

Malia Tate - 26

our girl went to France as promised and hooked up with plenty of hot French people *le eyebrow wiggle* she found her beau there in France and it was not a love at first sight sort of thing - she wanted to punch them in the face,, in their very pretty face- she was basically doing her own thing when she smells them, another bloody werewolf and like don’t get me wrong, she’s fond of werewolves, but bloody hell do they cause trouble. and they smell her too and it’s like ‘eh-?’ bcs werecoyotes aren’t so common as werewolves. and they’re just there in a club in Bordeaux and they’re sniffed each other out and they kinda just pause like huh- bcs they were were not expecting to see someone that pretty- but that’s not the point of course- they pretend to leave together and as soon as they’re out of sight from humans, they start fighting in an alley, as you do. it ends up with the wolf tasting the wall bcs who the hell are you- once they figure out they’re both just there to party, things chill and they see more of each other, naturally, it’s all just a big coincidence and doesn’t mean anything. and then they’re dancing and it doesn’t mean anything. and then they’re sleeping together and it doesn’t mean anything. except it does. and they don’t know when it became normal to cuddle or wake up together or have breakfast together but it just was. and when the cute werewolf (who I still don’t have a name for-) plans on moving to the next place, she comes with. the pack are happy for her and they usually road trip from place to place so when the pack comes to visit in Prague? it’s fun to say the least

Kira Yukimura - age 25

she came back from the Skinwalkers in 2019 and she and Allison became good friends. she kept going with school from home and is dating Scott. her powers are strong and when she sneezes bcs yk pollen or wtv, there’s sparks and it’s hilarious and Scott finds it adorable. she doesn’t really know what she wants to do yet and that’s cool of her

Erica Reyes - age 25

they thought she was dead- think again bitch, she slowed her heart rate down so they couldn’t hear and everyone thought she was dead - when the alpha pack got rid of her body and Allison found it, she told her to tell the others to pretend she was dead bcs of the Alpha pack - they beat the Alpha pack but she and Boyd hid with Satomi’s pack while that went down and helped generally after. she kept going with school and bcs she dipped for a while, ended in Liam’s year and eventually became a nurse in 2017. she works with Melissa McCall and joins for family dinner a lot.

Isaac Lahey - age 25

went to France with Chris Argent but kept going with his studies at Chris’ insistence. was dating dating Scott before he had to leave with Chris but they didn’t actually break up,, it was more ‘i’ll miss you :(’. came back to Beacon Hills when Chris came to help with the deadpool business and stayed bcs of Allison and Scott 💞 his studies were mostly uninterrupted and he studied law, becoming a lawyer in 2020!! so at least one good thing came of this infernal year- he wants to specialise in family law.

Vernon Boyd III - age 26

yea no, Derek didn’t mercy kill him bcs he was fine :) de nile ain’t just a river lads he went into hiding with Satomi’s pack and came back when the Alpha pack was dealt with. went back to school and ended up in Liam’s year. he joined the air force when he was 18 and finished his rotc training stuff in 2018 and it’s pretty alright - he’s a pilot but was discharged in 2019 bcs someone started with him and bcs they were a superior, he couldn’t say shit. so now he likes to wear ‘fuck the army’ and ‘fuck the air force’ shirt. he has mad respect for the people out there but the people in charge? fuck em

Aiden Steiner - age 27

he lives bitches 😎 Ethan had a silver chain on so he plugged the wound with it - it counteracted the oni poison and the chain started melting into the would (he had mild silver poisoning but he was fine). school was normal and now he’s an engineer, living in Beacon Hills. he and Ethan left for London for a while bcs that town was crazy af. while Ethan was very happy there, he missed home so went back. he got an online ordination and learnt Japanese bcs why not

Ethan Steiner-Whittemore - age 27

got married!! whoo 🎉🎉 Aiden officiated (this is 2018 btw) and it was cute. the whole pack was there and the wedding was in London bcs as quaint as Beacon Hills is 

‘i’m only planning on getting married once so this is gonna be awesome’ - Jackson Whittemore, 2017

he’s dramatic but yk Ethan was a blushing mess bcs ~life partners~ he’s soft y’all. he’s a primary school teacher in London and they’re part of the South London pack.

Jackson Steiner-Whittemore - age 25

also got married!! whoo 🎉🎉 ngl he’s lowkey a trophey husband/sugar hubby bcs he’s rich af - he does business with his dad but it’s not a big workload. he and Aiden want to adopt and yk being rich will hopefully help

Theo Raeken - age 25

ah yes, the absolute nightmare bi enby returns. (i hc him with he/they pronouns ✌🏽 as you do) so he successfully gained Scott’s trust and is part of the pack - yay! he and Allison have a sort of ‘you’re a bitch’ ‘no u’ *saves each others lives* relationship at this point - it took a while for Allison to warm up to him but he did save Liam’s butt several times so,, anywho, he’s still a werewolf-werecoyote chimera and he’s cool with it. he went to an online school and got his high school diploma - Liam then snuck him into the school and he signed the bookshelf bcs yea he didn’t graduate there but he did go there and now he’s graduated so yay. speaking of, he and Liam are dating, yea ik we been knew. they started dating in 2014 and Theo now works waiting tables at a local restaurants bcs he lives with Liam and his parents (you best bet that when they found out he was living in his car, they made him move in so he pays rent, not at their request but his). that was till 2017 and they moved out into an apartment together. Theo chips in on rent but it usually ends up being split 60:40 (Liam: Theo) so he cooks and cleans a lot,,, mainly bcs Liam can’t cook and does laundry like a maniac-

Liam Dunbar - age 24

this werepup is just as chaotic as always - he cannot be trusted with laundry bcs he doesn’t split colours from whites :) honestly it makes me wanna cry a lil bcs he can’t even fry eggs either- he has Theo to cook for him tho so that’s all good. he’s a history tutor for the high school students bcs he likes history and he knows the pain of high school- *shudder* he got an online Spanish and TESOL (Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages) degree and is now teaching at Beacon Hills High but yk his first year teaching is all online bcs 2020-

Mason Hewitt - age 23

he’s Emissary to the pack when they don’t have Deaton *wipes tear* he’s all grown up- he went to UCLA and majored in biophysics and minored in LGBTQ studies (graduated 2017). he lived on campus (kept the bat next to his bed lmao) and videochatted with Liam almost everyday - he would visit almost every weekend even tho it’s a 6 and half drive but hey. he got an apartment near the uni where he and Corey lived after he graduated. they’ve been engaged since 2018 (it was actually the day after the Steiner-Whittemore wedding). he’s helping work on a new drug delivery system and they moved closer to Beacon Hills (Sacramento)

Corey Bryant - age 24

he also went UCLA, studying comparative literature and LGBTQ studies, and lived on campus (for 3 years before moving in with Mason in 2017) before graduating in 2018. they’re engaged and moved to Sacramento. he’s writing a novel that will thankfully have nothing to do with their confusing ass lives

Cora Hale - age 28

lesbian queen *bows* still part of her pack in Ecuador, South America - she’s got a lady lover who I call Rosa (affectionately nicknamed Rosalita). they met when she first got there age 12 (Rosa being 13 at the time). Rosa taught her Spanish  and made her feel like part of the pack - after all the Alpha pack stuff, when she went back with Derek and Peter, she didn’t realise how much she’d missed them- how much she’d missed her. Derek asks if that’s her girlfriend and she’s like ‘wha- o.o’ and Rosa just goes ‘yup - nice to finally meet you guys’. she still visits DC to see Derek and Beacon Hills to see Erica and Isaac. even tho she lives in a different continent, Peter still looks out for her, sending anonymous donations in Talia’s name to the areas surrounding her pack’s territory

Brett Talbot - 24

*singsongs* ~he did not die~ the car swerved out of the way and the pack took him to Deaton who burnt the poison out of him (it was a long and painful process but he’s fine y’all). he’s the new lacrosse coach at Devenford Prep and he and Liam have a (mostly) friendly rivalry :) he’s a single pringle not bcs of lack of dates but just bcs he hasn’t found the one yet

Lorilee Rohr - age 22

also did not die :) she finished high school (2015) and went on to studying at UC Berkeley (art practice and theatre and performance studies, major and minor), graduating in 2018. she and Brett moved once he reached age 18. she makes and sells art from home

Nolan Holloway - age 25

after proving himself, same as Theo, he was eventually accepted into the pack. he and Gabe were dating and that’s that so he did mourn him for a long while. he works with hunters on the dl, trying to stop them hunting the supernaturals - he’s flipped 23 away from the dark side by 2020. he and Liam are friends which took a while but Nolan has his back (like there was that one time someone from the lacrosse team said they weren’t gonna ‘follow some mongrel’ so he reminded them that Liam was co-captain and if they didn’t wanna follow him, they could kindly fuck off :)) he’s a simp and has a raging crush on Brett like me too bruh

~the end~ for now

[sandfordsmostwanted]

Star Wars College AU Headcanons - Prequel Edition (+ Ahsoka)

Anakin 1. Is a scholarship student, and is determined to make the faculty regret that decision, by wearing pyjamas to each and every lecture (that he bothers to attend). 2. Never studies for exams, but somehow always aces them. 3. Diet consists entirely of take-out and Red Bull (sometimes protein shakes if he’s feeling healthy). 4. Part of at least three school sports teams and a dedicated gym lad. 5. Watches true crime documentaries until 3 in the morning and then can’t sleep. 6. The only one who can drive. 7. Only drinks the most obnoxiously sugary and neon-coloured alcopops. 8. Volunteers at the local homeless shelter and takes it surprisingly seriously. 9. Applies for extensions after assignments are due because he’s “just really going through it right now”. 10. Hacks into the school computers to change all the backgrounds to Nicholas Cage on April Fool’s Day (and secretly gives all the final year students free printing credit). Padme 1. Has an immaculate stationary collection including a perfect rainbow of pastel highlighters. 2. Always does the extra reading, and sets up study groups to discuss the course and swap notes. 3. Spends her entire allowance on a pair of Gucci shoes and lives on ramen for the rest of the month. 4. Sorority sister who knows almost everyone on campus, and somehow remembers everyone’s birthday, including the cleaners. 5. Has about eight photos on her Instagram with her posing on a staircase with a glass of prosecco. 6. Hosts a weekly Stitch-And-Bitch where students can come and have some snacks and tea and talk about how they’re feeling whilst knitting; Obi-Wan is a big fan.  7. Student Council representative who goes to every meeting with a binder full of collected grievances. 8. Has a study blog where she shares her technique for getting perfect grades, and her impeccable skincare routine. 9. Plans political protests with Bail and Satine in her spare time. 10. Gets pregnant at the end of her final year but keeps going and brings her newborn twins to graduation to hear her valedictorian speech. Obi-Wan 1. Incredibly frazzled postgraduate; has like 3 jobs + teaching assistant duties + his course work. 2. Dresses like a professor even though he’s still a student – tweed jacket with elbow patches, leather satchel and shoes, sweater vests in every colour of the rainbow. 3. Drinks “tea” but half of the time it’s just whiskey in a travel mug (the other half is when Qui-Gon buys him some fancy brew from the campus café). 4. Somehow always has perfect hair.   5. Spends hours in the library but never seems to find what he’s looking for. 6. Submits his assignments five minutes before they’re due because he was up all night proof-reading someone else’s. 7. Is a vegetarian for “ethical reasons” (aka because of Satine and Qui-Gon) but ends up stress eating chicken nuggets with Anakin biweekly. 8. Is in the club at 3am and the student council meeting at 8am, looking none the worse for wear. 9. Walks around in a blanket/dressing gown during finals week, mumbling to himself and reading flashcards. 10. Halfway through term you realise he’s been doing a double major this entire time. Ahsoka 1. Only wears gym clothes, even in the dead of winter. 2. Makes notes in gel pen then gets annoyed when they smudge. 3. Will argue with the obnoxious smart kid for half the class. 4. Has the coolest collection of colourful hijabs and wears them with pride. 5. Owns fifteen water bottles but keeps losing them. 6. Gets tattoos because she’s bored but the work always looks super beautiful. 7. Works part time as a barista so knows everyone’s coffee order but no-one’s name. 8. Kisses her girlfriend in front of homophobic professors. 9. Makes box brownies whenever her friends are sad and brings them to study sessions in the little flimsy cardboard box. 10. Is best friends with the campus cat and takes photos with it every time she sees it. Qui-Gon 1. The Dad Professor who everyone comes to when they’re worried.   2. Incredible teacher but his academic papers are just… incomprehensible.   3. Takes students outside for classes that turn into walking tours of the campus where he points out all the foliage and local features. 4. Doesn’t reply to emails because it’s “bad for the environment” so will just appear behind you with answers to your question. 5. Accent will send you to sleep if you have an early/late lecture. 6. Has eighteen pot plants all over his office and sometimes carries a little cactus in his pocket. 7. Office is up four flights of stairs and at the very end of the corridor because he “likes the view” (i.e. the rest of the department are sick of his shit and need the space). 8. Owns the campus cat and it comes with him to and from home by curling up in the little basket on the front of his bicycle. 9. Has about fifteen boxes of tea just around his office and a biscuit tin that’s always full. 10. Is the local weed dealer on the dl.