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chasingfictions · 2 years

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Hi!! I would love to hear all the reasons you think Spuffy are the best match for each other and why you prefer them to Bangel. (Same, by the way :))

ok bestie hello this is an insane question first of all because no one should just give me free reign to talk about spuffy bc i could very well be here all day

first i'll say! i dont like, hate bangel. dkjfkdsf i feel like every time i reblog an anti bangel post i have the tag '#anti bangel #i dont hate them but tagging for blacklists" etc etc. because like, to me spuffy and bangel are just serving very different narrative functions, you know? and i think they both do those narrative functions very effectively! like there are levels and levels and levels to this.

but if we wanna look at it in the most basic terms of story structure, i consider bangel a tragedy in the classical sense and spuffy a comedy in the classical sense. when i say comedy i dont necessarily mean humor (though also i DO bc, as my catchphrase goes, spike btvs said it's always a joke and it's always serious!!!).

simply speaking: tragedy ends in despair and comedy ends in joy. [insert requisite 'obviously it's much more complicated than that but that's not what we're here to talk about' here] ... anyway this is gonna be Long so i'm readmore-ing bon appetit

bangel & the tragedy of heteronormativity

like i know spuffy has the reputation as like the tragic and edgy and depressing of the two ships, and i do get why, but to me bangel fulfills that function much more profoundly. they just ... don't work. like, for this lovely shining moment they do, and they're so caught up in each other, and it's that first love insanity of you can't even process what's happening you're just so totally overcome with the feeling. but critically that lasts for like, a second? like, it's basically "the dark age" to "surprise" that bangel is like, officially together and dating and happy. this is also coincidentally my favorite bangel era! like, just a freaky slayer and her freaky creature of the night boyfriend and they're horny and obsessed with each other and making out in cemeteries and having monster-face makeouts at the ice rink when buffy still has demon blood on her skate blades :))) like :)))) that's the good stuff :)))

ive also seen buffy just like, a million times, and i definitely had a lot more tenderness for them in a romantic sense on earlier watches, and then rewatching this time around i realized really all of that tenderness is basically about that era, which lasts for a narrative second. like the thing that struck me during my current rewatch of s1 and s2 is how long they spend in this weird posturing communication breakdown cycle and circling around each other like cage fighters. and they do have some moments in s3 that romantically-speaking i find compelling — or ok, just the "bad girls" arm jump is coming to mind right now but im sure there are others maybe lol (and even the bad girls arm jump is like,,, okay liam if buffy summers jumped into MY arms at the bronze i would experience a moment of spiritual ecstasy and yet you are not remotely looking like youre having a good time .... get help and appreciate her more).

but also the other thing that struck me in this rewatch of s3 is they break up like, every other episode? which narratively i do find equal parts hilarious and compelling from a structural standpoint. like okay obviously they are broken up to begin with in "beauty and the beasts" (broken up is kind of a hilariously small description for what they are at that point, but we're itemizing here). and then they friend break up in "lovers walk." and then they get back together in "amends" and break up again / go on a break in "enemies" and then reconcile in "earshot" and then break up For Real in "the prom" and then have that mini-reconciliation in that same episode and then are obviously still full of romantic context in "graduation day: part i" and she calls him her lover and they essentially have a sex scene when he bites her, and then they break up for good for good in "graduation day: part ii" ... pause for intake of breath bc i do feel like i just ran a marathon

— and to me that speaks to their asynchronousness!!! like the beauty and also the tragedy of bangel is that they almost work, and they want to work, but they can't, and they don't. like, to me they're just not equally matched as a couple. angel has this frustrating paternalism towards buffy (see: calling xander "just a kid" and telling faith she's "not much more than a child" and soulless angel calling buffy "kiddo" and it's like okay so clearly you do see her as naive and childlike and that's a Weird Relationship To Have To Your Partner...). He's constantly making these unilateral decisions that affect them both without consulting her — "i will remember you" is a great example of this to me. like people lift that up as a reason their relationship would work if they were just "normal." but in that episode angel makes a decision to alter buffy's memories and timeline and doesn't even tell her afterwards. or in "graduation day" — like obviously you can break up with your partner at any time you're allowed to do that, but the fact that he says he's just going to leave town and not say goodbye? to me feels needlessly cold and manipulative. there's also the fact that i think angel is much more of a person when he's not with buffy. neither of them really feel relaxed or silly or lighthearted around each other. it's always life or death and pain and terror and wanting, for the most part, with very minor levity.

and, to that point, i think the other really compelling narrative tragedy of bangel is the impact it has on buffy's relationship to her own slayerness and — conversely — to her queerness. im not gonna go into a big thing here on exactly why being the slayer is analogous to being queer because that's a whole nother essay? but blah blah "have you tried not being a vampire slayer?" / "i've tried marching in the slayer pride parade" / the "new moon rising" conflation of willow dating tara with buffy dating demons etc etc etc. like, one of the reasons i have warm feelings about early/mid-s2 bangel is that I think it's the queerest era of their relationship. it's buffy revelling in her "cradle robbing creature of the night boyfriend" and being attracted to his vampirism and "you're the one freaky thing in my freaky world that still makes sense". s2 bangel is compelling because it's freaky. because it's monstrous. it's sexual and messy and strange has undertones of queerness.

and then, of course, "surprise" / "innocence" happens. buffy is punished by the narrative and by angel for giving into her desire for this monster. buffy spends the next half a season being terrorized and watching people she loves die or almost die because of it. and then when s3 happens, you can't just go back to how it was! they're fundamentally altered by the trauma of s2! the freakiness of them is gone and instead they're playacting heterosexual normality because anything else is Unsafe. it's in the way buffy starts dressing somewhere between a housewife and jackie kennedy (which ok is also related to her feeling destabilized by faith and that whole bi panic but one thing at a time). it's in angel's nightmare about buffy bursting into flames after their big empty church wedding. it's in the mayor, this figure of patriarchy incarnate, telling them they can never have a "normal" relationship and angel believing him. when like, mister liam of galway she's a vampire slayer, normal was never even in play. it's in — critically! — angel breaking up with buffy by calling their relationship a "freakshow." that bit will never not break my heart.

so yeah when i say i don't hate bangel that's kind of what it's about? like they're not my favorite relationship but i do think they're an important story. tbh that's my relationship with most ship media like, even if something isn't your thing it does still fulfill a narrative function. and like, to me the narrative function of angel is to be the boyfriend buffy gets over. to be the first love and the adolescent wound. to be the trauma she can recover from in order to learn how to love again in a healthy and adult way.

spuffy & the comedy of queer futurity

OKAY so that brings us to spuffy im about to get SO insane hello!!! hello!! literally Hello Okay. i dont even?? dfkldsjfsdjf anon i hope u know this is an INSANE ask i think about them all day every day and the idea of summing up WHY and having it be COHERENT is just?????? like bangel i have cohesive enough thoughts about to be like yeah this is my argument for why i feel the way i do but spuffy is like????? ok i have a personal theory that u dont choose ur btvs endgame ship it chooses you. like spuffy gripped me by the throat at age 13 and said hello!! and i said oh ok!!! ok i'll think about you forever thanks!!!!!!!!!!!! thank you!

but OKAY on the narrative thread of bangel as this ship of heteronormative tragedy, to me spuffy is this ship of queer exaltation. spuffy as a queer relationship has been much expounded on already — like we've all seen @johnaeryns's lesbian spuffy manifesto which is art and changed the timeline by the way!!!!

ANYWAY. like queer spuffy is in the secretness of their relationship, it's in "you think i haven't tried not to?" it's in "i'm all stay-inny" it's in "this? with you? i know it's wrong" it's in "it's wrong, i'm wrong, tell me that i'm wrong please," it's buffy turning what angel used to break up with her back on spike, angel saying "you deserve more than this freakshow" and buffy telling spike "last night was the end of this freakshow." it's in the way buffy feels so much shame about her relationship with spike, the way she hides it. the way a lot of that comes from the angel trauma. angel tells her she should find a "normal" guy so that's just what she goes out and does, and pursues riley, except riley can't really Understand her. like biley to me feels like the experience of being bi in a relationship with a straight person who doesn't really Understand.

and that's the thing about spike, is he understands. it's the way spike comes into the narrative as a New Kind of Vampire who does in the old stodgy vampire cults and buffy comes into the narrative as a New Kind of Slayer who has friends and a life. and they're marked as parallels by the text in this way from the Beginning. school hard red stripes my Beloved <3333.

it's the way in becoming part ii which is forever my favorite episode of tv, buffy has no one, by the narrative's own declaration. it's buffy saying "i got nothing left to lose" and spike saying "i'm all you've got" and buffy's "me" to angel's "take all that away and what's left?" it's buffy's "no, i don't" to angel's "you really think you can take us all on by yourself?" and it's the fact that buffy's whole life is falling apart and everything is ending, she's lost kendra, she's lost angel once and is about to lose him again, she's lost her place in the real world with her expulsion from school, she's lost her place in her family by being kicked out and then here's this guy. this vampire who's on her side and who likes the world enough to save it even though he shouldn't want to and there's something about buffy telling whistler "well why don't you try fighting evil for a change because i'm sick and tired of doing it myself" and here she's not doing it herself??? because spike???? is here??????????

it's the queerness of spuffy in how spike is present for her literal coming out, it's the way they fit so easily together when they have no right to, which itself is a queer narrative. it's, all in that same episode, with their easy banter about the band and the way they instinctively work together in a fight and the way the fact that he's even invited to her house indicates this bizarre undercurrent of trust and understanding. this feeling of alignment and affinity that transcends other bonds and boundaries.

it's the way they match each other, and how that matching is explicitly tied to buffy's identity as a slayer, to her as a fighter, to her connection to the demon world, to the things that give her symbolic queerness (she also has lots of non-symbolic queerness, but again, one thing at at a time, like if we had to also get into how gay buffy is for cordelia and kendra and faith we'd be here all day). it's "i'd rather be fighting you anyway" / "mutual" and it's "you think we're dancing?" "that's all we've ever done" and it's "but i can't fool myself. or spike for some reason" and it's the way the fight is a dance to buffy and spike recognizes that, it's the way spike just knows her.

fool for love is insane for this reason (and many others) it's buffy seeking out knowledge about her essence, herself as a slayer, and she turns to spike. it's spike having insight, its the way spike is obsessed with slayers, and that's another element of the queerness of spuffy imo. a vampire psychosexually obsessed with slayers. a slayer psychosexually obsessed with vampires. the way being a slayer is already being a Woman But Wrong and buffy queers it even further with her erotic fascination with the monsters she's meant to kill, and spike's always already meeting her in the middle, because he's been obsessed with slayers since he knew what they were. the way spike's coat, the symbol of his selfhood, is a slayer's coat and a woman's coat and they're both meeting in this middle ground of Wrong Weird Queer Fucky Gender and are Understanding Each Other in that middle ground.

it's the way buffy understands the hero in spike that's not supposed to exist because he's supposed to just be a monster. it's the way spike understands the monster in buffy that's not supposed to exist because she's supposed to just be a hero.

it's season 5, the insanity of spike falling in love with a hero and slowly learning to be good for her, and he doesn't know how and he shouldn't even be able to learn how but he does, the way he's willing to sacrifice his life for dawn and in "intervention" and "the gift" he's prepared to do just that. this is one of the main reasons i talk about spuffy as soulmates but he doesn't have his soul yet. that spike as a human was so full of love, that love is still is guiding principle as a vampire, that it in places acts as almost a bootleg soul. it's "i don't smell a soul anywhere on you, why do you care?" - "i made a promise to a lady." it's buffy kissing spike for the first time because of his heroism in "intervention," and her letting him back in the house in "the gift" because of that same heroism and the trust they've built, it's going back to that same line in becoming part ii. "the truth is, i like this world." like the truth is he likes this world and he's not supposed to and buffy is sworn to protect the world and it's just!!! it's a little symphony is what it is.

and it's also!! spike understanding the monstrousness of buffy! this is the bit most people focus on with them, and why they have the reputation they do, but i truly think s6 spuffy is generally just so??? beautiful??? it's spike's"clawed her way out of a coffin that's how. i've done it myself" and it's buffy's "i can be alone with you here" and it's buffy who's died and experienced this insane trauma and the person who can understand it with her and make her feel okay is someone who's died too. it's "you have to go on living, so one of us is living," and just!!! the poetry of a dead man being the one to help you learn to live again.

it's the way that genuinely i read s6 spuffy as making buffy genuinely happy in those moments when her own shame isn't guiding her. it's the ecstasy of "smashed" and the fear of "wrecked" and "if you tell Anyone about last night, i will kill you" and the fact that in "gone" when no one can see buffy having sex with spike, she's giddy about it, she's delighted, she's nibbling his ear in front of xander and having fun doing it, it's her in "older and far away" and "as you were" clearly wanting spike but not wanting it to be in or near her house, where people could see, it's "dead things" and the way she's genuinely happy with him in his crypt and laughing and it's "hells bells" him making her laugh at the wedding and it's the fact that in "normal again" we get this dual glimpse of buffy just wanting to talk to spike about what happened at the wedding / flinching away when her friends so much as see her talking to him in a friendly way / him revealing that when they were together he'd put ice on the back of her neck and giving a peak to this quiet domesticity that existed alongside the torrid affair. it's how in "entropy" all he wants is for her to tell her friends about them. i know i said this above but it's literally tara, a lesbian, asking buffy if she's ready to "come out" about spike and buffy saying no, she's "all stay-inny."

it's the way s6 spuffy is SO easily read as being closeted in a queer relationship. the way that buffy feels free and happy and hot getting to have rough, inhibition-free sex with spike but feels shame whenever it's mentioned in words — "that may be how you get off but it's not my style" "no, it's your calling" / "you were like an animal" "i'm not an animal." like, the more i rewatch the show the more i feel like the fundamental quote-unquote-toxicity of s6 spuffy isn't the relationship itself, it's the resounding shame about the relationship (how many times can i say "shame" in one essay on tumblr dot com about vampires n queerness lmao). the fact that in relationships that are either normative (biley) or trying hard to be normative (bangel), the interplay of sex and violence for slayers is allowed and buffy can revel in it but in relationships that are queer either textually (fuffy) or subtextually (spuffy), suddenly buffy has to be ashamed of that, because what does that say about her?

and it all goes back to becoming ii! it's "mom, i'm a vampire slayer" and "well have you tried not being a vampire slayer?" and she literally HAS, she's tried everything she CAN and will continue to! throughout the series! it's the way that dual trauma—being kicked out of the house for being gay a slayer and having to kill angel after losing him because of her forbidden desire for this monster??? tell her that she's Wrong, that she has to be Normal, that she has to Deny what she wants and the way she is and wants is Wrong.

it's the way that spike is buffy's shadow, the way that in season 6 she goes to him because she wants to feel good, she wants to feel, period, and her expressing affection and desire for this monster who mirrors her is also her expressing affection and desire for the things she feels shame for about herself. it's the way buffy doing violence against spike is textually her doing violence against herself (see: faith beating up her own body in "who are you?" → buffy beating up spike in "dead things).

i also dont want to give the narrative too much credit here because one of the reasons buffy is so compelling as a show is the places where it fails and comes short. it's such a rich text to talk about queerness and shame and desire and womanhood precisely because the show itself is full of hangups about those very things. obviously this is a segue into "seeing red" which i'm Not going to go into in depth here, i dont really feel like talking about it because frankly i dont need to go on a long tangent about sexual violence right now :) but suffice it to say the fact that the writers room was like "okay we need the audience to Hate Spike because they Like Him Too Much" and their immediate thought was "right let's write in a horrific scene of sexual violence that will traumatize our actors and our audience and also shows that we too believe what buffy believes, that she is wrong for wanting this monster, that she should be punished for having outsized desires and not being more careful and now her and the audience will Learn Their Lesson." anyway moving on.

but anyway that brings us to the way spuffy is a comedy, structurally speaking. like i think people often read spuffy as this exclusively dark and twisted story because they a) only associate spuffy with season 6 and b) misread season 6 as being only about dark fucked up sex rather than like, that Desire Can Be Good Actually, Even and Especially When It's Not the Desire You're ~Supposed~ To Have.

but then we get season 7 spuffy???????? season 7 spuffy where they are slowly rebuilding their trust, where spike, who represents the parts of buffy she feels shame about, has sought out his soul, and it gets to be this tangible proof that the things she thought were awful about herself all along were actually always good, always had an innate capacity for goodness!!! and sought out a soul to prove it! the way buffy is so obsessed with spike getting his soul and tells everyone all of the time (see this chef's kiss set from @slayerbuffy ) in part because it's like!! see!!! i'm NOT wrong inside, the vampire im obsessed with had the inherent capacity for goodness all along!!!!! the way spike's ensoulment makes me INSANE because it's AGAIN in the thread of becoming part ii — spike is a vampire and shouldn't be ABLE to want to save the world he shouldn't be ABLE to want a soul or think of it as desirable but he DOES.

it's the way that buffy's relationship trauma has, since angel, been about saying feelings out loud, acknowledging feelings and desires in public, but in season 7 she is fully accepting of her desires verbally. "i'm the one who dates dead guys. and no offense, but they were hotties" and "kind of sallow but in a hot way?" and her and spike getting clocked with their sexual tension by the potentials and andrew and the other scoobies. it's!!! fucking!!!!!!! everywhere!!! it's that buffy hasn't said i love you to any love interests since angel (unless you count the time on ats she told angel she loves riley but i could write a whole separate essay on how THAT is just insane in so many narrative ways) and then?????? in her second to last scene in the series??? she tells spike she loves him???????????? it's spike's speech in "touched" bringing it all home:

I UNDERSTAND EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE. I LOVE WHAT YOU ARE. WHAT YOU DO. HOW YOU TRY. (excuse me while i WEEP).

it's the way she spends what she thinks are her last three nights on earth with him, cuddling in bed. it's the way her last lines of the series are all his name, and telling him she loves him, and their love which once wasn't even allowed to be mentioned out loud, to be even thought of with anything but revulsion, now burns so bright it makes them burst into flames

it's the way spike is so beautiful in the story as buffy's shadow because it means something that spike loves with his whole heart, that he loves every bit of buffy, that he has understood buffy from the beginning, even when they were enemies (see everything i went insane about above about s2) even when they were unlikely allies (see everything i went insane about above about fool for love). and understands her as a friend !!! (see early s6!!!! spike as buffy's confidante!!!). the way he understands her as a lover!!!!!!! (see the speech in touched!!!!). the way buffy hates herself but spike will always love her and he loves her for the fullness of herself and through loving him and through him loving her she can learn to love herself and accept herself fully, no one kicking her out of the house because she's queer a slayer, no one telling her she should want a normal relationship, just this strange gendery queer vampire who loves her forever for the fullness of her, her kindness and her strength, what she is, what she does, how she tries. the best and the worst of her. the way spuffy is about the ultimate affirmation of the self and specifically the queer self. the way spuffy is about finding each other. the way spuffy is about queer futurity, is about "you have to go on living," is about if you keep going and keep trying you can live your full unabashed queer life and spuffy finds that together, this freaky slayer and this freaky vampire, meeting in the middle, and making something new.

it's the way spuffy is this narrative impossibility that wasn't supposed to happen, the way spike was supposed to be this half-season arc villain. the way so much of spike in-universe shouldn't be able to happen, but it does. the way buffy breaks the laws of slayerhood, dying and coming back, loving vampires, changing the entire slayer line. the way queerness is very much on a level about this thing that isn't "supposed" to exist, but it does. and it's beautiful.

and that's what spuffy is to me.

#btvs meta #ask #anti bangel #spuffy #HELLO this has been in my drafts for DAYS because it took so long to write out all these thoughts

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ssvgawara · 4 years

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Haikyuu boys and some oddly specific crime they’d commit

a/n: I come back and the first thing I write is a shitpost!! enjoy </3 tw for drugs, murder, alcohol and general crime committing xoxo

Karasuno

Daichi- he’s a cop sorry that’s all there is to it man

Suga- Suga has multiple charges of 1st-degree murder against him but they can’t seem to find his identity so he continues committing murder and will continue until he gets caught or ends up murdering enough people to be put in a position of power

Asahi- everyone is probably like “Oh Asahi is innocent” NO. He has learned that his slightly scary face will let him get away with a lot, he is buying alcohol illegally because he looks old enough to, and he’s buying so much other shit and just getting away with it

Nishinoya- This man gives fucking pimp vibes I can just see him in the big leopard print fur coat with a pretty girl in his lap and he calls himself big poppa but no one else will

Tanaka- Drug dealer vibes, probably runs an entire fucking drug ring with his sister and not just a Lil weed these mfkas have the hard shit too like you could probably buy meth from them, he’s not using it but it’s good business

Ennoshita, Kinoshita, and Narita- They literally rob a bank they have an entire scheme and get away with multiple bank robberies and this goes on for MONTHS

Kageyama- We know he’s volleyball smart but otherwise he’s so mfing stupid and I love him for it but he is a chronic shoplifter. Just picks something up and takes it, has walked out of a store without paying for an entire bed set once and got away with it somehow so idk props to him

Hinata- He is the little guy in any heist situation, he fits anywhere so he can sneak in and out the best, he gave himself the stupid ass code name tiny giant but everyone goes with it because somehow he is the best

Tsukishima- armed robbery, but he doesn’t have a gun just a knife like he’s tall and as an attitude, a knife will get him whatever he needs he doesn’t need the gun

Yamaguchi- He runs a catfishing scheme where he pretends to be a naive girl, scams old men out of their money, and then ghosts them and I think it’s what he deserves let him carry on especially because no one would believe it’s him. Also not really like a crime crime but still a crime in a way

Kiyoko- She kills men and I know it, Queen Kiyoko ending the patriarchy one shitty man at a time like she only kills men who deserve it bc some have rights.

Yachi- She’s too anxious to commit an in-person crime so she does a lot of cybercrime, hacking government databases and releasing info to the people, truly the anonymous we deserve

Saeko- She’s running that drug ring with Tanaka, and she loves it because there’s a thrill to it even though yknow she’s dealing literal meth but like its fine plus she loves rocking people’s shit when they get too handsy, which bring me to my next point underground MMA Saeko, like the illegal one with no rules yeah <3

Ukai- this man probably sells all kinda shit to minors that he shouldn’t he is so unbothered a 7-year-old could probably walk in ask for a pack of camels and get them and leave before he noticed what was going on.

Takeda- Did y’all see how scared Hinata was when Takeda gave him that lecture? This dude could kidnap someone and scare them into giving all the information he needed, a legend truly

Aoba Johsai

Oikawa- took steroids one time. And of course in sports, that’s not allowed. But he only did it once and regretted it for months afterward. Never told anyone and was just relieved he didn’t have to piss in a cup and have someone find out.

Matsukawa- Without hesitation, I know this man takes dead people’s bones and sells them on the internet. Has dubbed himself the bone man and he feels so much power when someone buys a femur or sumn. It’s kinda funny honestly he has a hoard of bones to sell, his fave is the pelvis.

Hanamaki- He’s in between jobs because he stole money from his last job, like he said he was sorry he just needed a little extra for gas but was sad to find out that’s a literal crime and he was laundering money.

Iwaizumi- he’s a street racer, like the fast and furious style and it’s so sexy of him like late-night races ugh to be in an expensive fast car with him where he has one hand on my thigh okay that’s enough of that.

Kunimi- Look me in the eye and tell me he does not do drugs. He does and if you don’t believe me you are wrong and I will fight you on this one.

Kyotani- If there is a crime he will commit it for fun. Like he will do it with no hesitation. He has a record longer than twilight and I’m not sure how he is not in prison actually nvm he escaped and is a wanted criminal lol

Shiritorizawa

Ushijima- Assault, he just reeks of getting into bar fights when he’s absolutely wasted. Like he most likely didn’t start it but he will be finishing it

Tendou- grave robbing, he just goes into the cemetery picked the oldest plots, and gets to digging. Has made thousands on dead people jewelry and probably won’t get caught, like besides the groundskeeper there’s no security he will never stop.

Semi- he breaks copyright laws on the daily. He’s sampling music in his all the time but he’s doing it so sneakily it’s fine its what deserves stream his band on Spotify right now,

Shirabu- His bangs are criminal enough. No, but he has stolen drugs from the hospital before he just wanted to try the Xanax, and yeah he could just write himself a prescription for it nut like it’s so easy to just go get some and no report it so that’s what he did.

Goshiki- y’all want me to say arson don’t you?? Fine. He commits arson multiple times and kills 7 people with fire before getting arrested and he doesn’t even feel bad so in prison he probably fucking runs a gang he is crazy.

Nekoma

Kuroo- he is a capitalist and class traitor and that’s crime enough I don’t care is he’s attractive or rich, He commits crimes daily by just existing but I still love him anyway.

Kai- Could not commit a crime he just wants to garden and live his life. Jk there’s at minimum one body in that garden let him kill a man he deserves it just let him have one dead body

Yaku- he keyed someone’s car once just because they pissed him off. Was it kuroo? Yes. But that’s fine because he also keyed Lev’s car but blamed lev for keying kuroo’s and Kuroo for keying Lev’s. He just wants to watch the world burn.

Kenma- cyberbullying but man he is mean. Like no bars held we will dig into every insecurity he can and that shit hurts and he doesn’t even feel bad about it he will just be as mean as he can if you’re not careful

Lev- his crime is being tall and dumb also doesn’t understand the economy and prints counterfeit money because why can’t we print more money? The government should get on that.

Inuoka- He released all the animals from a zoo, like snuck in one night and just let them all free, I’m surprised the tiger didn’t eat him but hey the animals are free, there’s still some missing uh oh he’s very proud of himself for it. After the rush, he starts sneaking into shelters and freeing all the dogs and cats

Yamamoto and Fukunaga- Have egged a house before, it was Kuroo’s he deserves all this bullying and you can’t stop me.

Date Tech

Aone- Criminal Conspiracy, sure he had an entire foolproof plan to get away with the perfect crime but someone found out, and now his plans are ruined, damn </3 and no one ever suspects the quiet guy either.

Futakuchi- Having a prostitute, he just wanted some company like mans is lonely so he paid a girl to just spend a Lil time with him it’s all good.

Fukurodani

Bokuto- I know we all haha funny laugh at tax evader bokuto and sure maybe he evades his taxes but he’s also committed vehicular manslaughter, he cannot drive and has killed someone with his car maybe even multiple someones but he always drives off in a panic because he doesn’t know what else to do.

Akaashi- Hasn’t actively committed a crime but has been an accomplice in every vehicular manslaughter Bokuto has committed why the fuck does he keep letting bokuto drive? He really needs to stop that.

Konoha- A master scammer he is so convincing everyone gives him money even if they’re a little sus because he’s just that good each scheme is so convincing.

Inarizaki

Kita- He grows weed, you can’t tell me those rice fields are just for rice he’s got all this space he is growing marijuana and selling it, let him do it I want him to be my plug.

Atsumu- "What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany's at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No, I go for the chandelier. It's priceless. As I'm taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It's her father's business. She's Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning, the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico, but I go to Canada. I don't trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later, I get a postcard. I have a son and he's the chief of police. This is where the story gets interesting. I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadero. She's been waiting for me all these years. She's never taken another lover. I don't care. I don't show up. I go to Berlin. That's where I stashed the chandelier."

Osamu- resisting arrest. He just said no and ran. Granted he shouldn’t have punched the cop in the first place to have to be arrested but like that’s not the point here.

Aran- accidental child abandonment, like he just forgot he was babysitting and left the kid alone for like a day. He felt terrible but he still forgot the kid and now is fearful of parenthood

Suna- owns an illegal weapon, like he just never registered it and keeps it around and would use it if needed Suna please just point the weapon at me maybe

Others

Terushima- Graffiti, he loves painting on the walls of buildings and tagging them, has so much spraypaint and his day isn’t complete if he doesn’t tag at least one building or train car.

Daishou- Public intoxication- he got a little too fucked up and stripped on the street he will forever have to live with everyone knowing he has an ass tattoo like damn bruh

Sakusa- Perjury he simply wanted to get out of court so he said some shit so he could leave granted he lied under oath but whatever, did they ever find out? No, so he’s fine and he’d do it again if it meant he could leave faster. Like sure he was a witness to a murder but bruh he pretends he does not see.

Hoshihumi- driving without a license he simply thought you didn’t need one because why do you need a piece of plastic to say you can drive a car like??? Just know how to drive it.

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leggeteconme · 3 years

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Tagged by @questwithambition! Thank you lovely <3

Why did you choose your url? I wanted to have something that represents music and books, since that’s most of my blog, and I adore Don Giovanni (“leggete con me” is a line from the famous catalog aria, and translates to “read with me”)! Maybe it’s a little pretentious, but I like it.

Any side blogs? Not anymore. I used to have one where I talked about my struggles with an eating disorder (which is the first time I’m mentioning that here so surprise lol), but your girl has very happily recovered :)

When did you first join Tumblr? Ooh, I’m not sure. 2016-ish? I had a few blogs before I settled on this one, though.

Do you have a queue tag? Nope. I hardly ever queue things, I’m not that organized.

Why did you start your blog in the first place? I’d just started college and campus was really pretty, and I was inspired by all the beautiful studyblrs and academia blogs!

Why did you choose your icon/pfp? I like having a fairly recent photo of myself, and I liked how I looked in this one fairly well.

Why did you choose your header? Sheet music is pretty, I’m a music student, and I was working on this piece when I chose it ^^

What’s your post with the most notes? Um... honestly I’m not sure but it’s either the one with the Liszt quote: “Art is far more powerful than the artist,” or one of my collections of pictures from Holywell Cemetery.

How many mutuals do you have? A few over 100. Love y’all <333

How many followers do you have? 900-something. I don’t know how that happened, but thank you! <3

How many people do you follow? 500-something, but I should probably look through those for inactive blogs at some point.

Have you ever made a shitpost? Of course!

How often do you use Tumblr each day? An hour, maybe? Probably under, but I’m not sure.

Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Never.

How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts? I don’t like them. I understand that certain things are important, but different blogs serve different purposes. Some like to have news and information and awareness messages, and that’s great! Some (like mine) like to be a sanctuary from the stress of the world, and that’s okay! Some (also like mine) like to only post original content, and that’s also okay! No one should be shamed (or feel ashamed!) for what they don’t reblog.

Do you like tag games? Yes! Sometimes I forget about them or take awhile to do them, but I love them! Even if I don’t participate in one, it makes me super happy when someone thinks of tagging me for them!

Do you like ask games? I love the idea, but I haven’t done any. Should I?

Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous? I honestly don’t know...

Do you have a crush on a mutual? Nope!

I’m not tagging anyone in particular today, but if you want to do this feel free to say I tagged you :)

#tagged

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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Who are you most nervous about introducing potential significant others to? Ooooh moving forward, probably Angela hahahaha I have no idea how I’d break it to her if ever I do start seeing somebody again. She’s well aware of all the shit that I let slide so she might get intense with the scrutineering.

What is the most exciting thing about your life right now? Just the fact that I feel on top of the world these days. My days of being depressed and picking at my insecurities seem to be far behind me and the change has looked to be apparent coming from friends who’ve told me I seem happier, louder these days.

What was the most important non-academic thing you learned in high school? To not be scared to fight harder for the things you believe in or what make up your identity, coming from having to hide a same-sex relationship during that period. That feeling of being constricted and having to hide to stay on some conservative seniors’ good graces really pissed me off so high school was really crucial in letting me discover just how much I’d be willing to fight and test the waters to be able to live as me.

Have you ever had a job that deeply affected your personal life? How so and do you still work there? Hmm no, not really. If anything my job is one of the things that helped make me a lot livelier and happier.

Do you have a “one who got away”? It felt that way at the start when my view was still skewed, but it didn’t take long until I realized she was not a loss at all.

If you were in a superhero movie, would you be the hero or the villain? Hero.

If you found a mouse in your house, would you be frightened? Mice or rats are the literal worst fucking thing I could see in my house. I definitely see myself making a big deal out of it lmao, especially rats.

Have you ever tried to perform magic tricks? Nobody ever taught me, so no.

Can you do more with a yo-yo than just "go up and down"? Nah, which kinda makes me feel ashamed because considering it was a Filipino who invented the modern yo-yo, I feel like it should be my responsibility to know a few tricks LOL.

What is one form of technology that you wouldn't be able to live without? Instant messenger.

Did you get an allowance, growing up? Why or why not? Starting high school. Before that I was living in our family’s duplex, so my grandma could make packed meals for all of us – not to mention the fact that my parents were also still on their way to establishing themselves at their respective workplaces so we weren’t all that well-off yet.

When we moved into our own place, we started with my mom making our meals but eventually it just proved to be time-consuming and a lot of work considering she also had a job to go to. With that and the fact that both my parents at that point already got a couple of promotions, we switched to allowance.

Would you rather go to a water park or an amusement park? Why? Amusement parks though I would only probably head to the safer rides and food stalls with all the deep-fried offerings haha. I cannot handle more intense rides. On the other hand, water parks have always sounded nasty to me.

What is one instrument you wouldn't mind learning how to play? Piano.

What's the longest amount of time you've had to wait in line for something? The stupid LTO, because you can never count on government agencies to be efficient. Technically my whole time in there took a couple of stages, but all in all I spent eight hours there.

What is something that you would like to learn more about? Korean. I just graduated from my Basic Korean 1 class but I already have plans to enroll in the following course, since I seemed to do well and I want to keep the momentum going.

What is something that one of your family member collects? Mom has a large collection of chef-themed figurines and other sorts of trinkets like a chef timer, shot glasses, etc - but mostly the figurines - that she has displayed in a glass case. I should keep that in mind for when I start Christmas shopping, actually...she hasn’t updated that collection in a long time. Thanks for the idea!

Have you ever moved to a new school before? If so, how did it feel? No, not in the middle of the same period since I went to the same school from kinder to high school for 14 years. I only “moved” when I started college. Like I’ve said in previous surveys, it felt freeing to finally not under be the hands of an environment ran by...well, Catholics. It was a culture shock to see rallies everywhere, to find out I could wear short shorts or even go to school naked if I wanted to, and to see boys in my class (I went to an all-girls), but it was all the good kind of shock.

Have you ever legitimately forgotten to do homework? Always, because I never wrote them down.

Do you enjoy autumn leaves or spring flowers more? Why? I experience neither season.

Depending on where you live, why might a day of school get canceled? Typhoon.

If you could meet any fictional character from a book, who would it be? Melanie Hamilton from Gone with the World.

What are some common places that people tour when they come to your city? I rarely see foreigners here since my area isn’t particularly known for tourism; most go to the island provinces like Cebu, Aklan, Palawan, etc. If I had to recommend spots here, I’d tell them to go for Pinto and maybe the rooftop bars that offer a view of Manila’s skyline.

What's one food that you did not enjoy as a child, but do as an adult? Chicken curry, which I used to dread.

Would you rather have a mermaid tail, a fairy's wings or a unicorn's horn? I guess the wings just because I feel like it’s the only practical one.

What is an animal that you'd like to have as a pet but it's not allowed? I don’t think that way about animals I can’t keep as pets anyway.

What are some things that you do to make the world a better place? I always clean up at restaurants (my mom doesn’t understand why I do it because “the servers are here for a reason, Robyn”) but I always see the relief on their faces when they see I’ve stacked up the plates and cups so I don’t see a reason to stop doing it. I keep the door open for people who happen to enter/exit a building the same time as me, share dog adoption posts, don’t make a fuss about or towards a shop staff who messes up...things like that. I hope it’s able to help, even if just in a small way.

Has the last person you had sex with ever had sex with someone besides you? I don’t know. I wouldn’t be surprised if she has already.

What’s your favorite store at your mall? We have several malls within the vicinity but I like frequenting NCAT.

Have you ever done a workout DVD? No but my mom is fond of those.

Who usually takes out the trash in your family? Either of my parents.

What song are you currently obsessed with? My Universe is soooooo good. It’s Coldplay’s classic sound but they somehow managed to perfectly blend in BTS’ style as well, so I love how it turned out.

When you go fishing, do you make someone else get the fish off the hook? I've never gone fishing.

Do you take any prescription meds? Nope.

What happens if you don’t take them? Who was the last person you dreamt about? My dad.

Do you prefer your tea sweetened or unsweetened? Sweetened, though I don’t usually actively look for iced tea. I’d have it if it was served, but I don’t typically order it for myself.

How often do you honk your horn? As long as I am annoyed, which gives my mom a mini heart attack every time because she insists I just let people have their way to avoid getting into fights. Sometimes when she’s driving and someone’s being stupid on the road I lurch forward to do the honking for her and it pisses her off soooooooooo much but it also gets the job done so *shrug*

Do you have any children? If so, names and ages? I don’t.

Have your parents ever witnessed you doing something inappropriate? What? TMI but I almost got caught doing the m-word once but my reflexes were at lightning speed that day so when my door opened I was able to fix myself up and appear as though nothing was happening lol. My mom also saw a hickey on me once but I was able to veer the conversation away when she started inquiring.

Did you get babysat a lot as a kid? No, I did the babysitting.

If you were the principal of a school, what would you do differently? Actually deal with teachers who mistreat or make issues towards their students. I had several teachers I know didn’t like me but I could never do anything about it because there was no way in hell the school was going to take my side.

Are you doing anything fun tomorrow? Continued from yesterday. If I took this question yesterday to refer to today I would’ve answered yes because we actually have a really fun PR stunt scheduled for execution today, wherein we get to sponsor someone’s whole wedding from food to flowers to the host and fillm crew :D :D But tomorrow is just Monday so the real answer to this is no.

What is something you'd like to receive as a housewarming gift? I dunno the usual housewarming gifts, but I would appreciate anything practical, or anything that you’ll need at the least expected times, like batteries or even like Sticky Tack.

How old were you when you first experienced the effects of puberty? Oooh I was an early bird – I was 9 when I could first tell my first period was on its way; it came a month after I turned 10.

What is your least favorite holiday, and why? I don’t dislike any holiday because they all mean a day off work lol.

What were some outdoor games you played as a child? We usually played piko (hopscotch), our local version of freeze tag that we dubbed “Ice ice water” for whatever reason, and a garter game that we call 10-20. Dodgeball was a favorite during recess and lunch, too.

Did you accompany your parents on "Take Your Child to Work" Day? That’s not observed here, but my mom did use to take me and my siblings to her first workplace. Are cemeteries peaceful to you, or do they freak you out? They’re actually more interesting to me than anything else. I like learning about the different lives of many different people, even if I only technically know them by their birthday and date of death. Sometimes the inscriptions would be more detailed and tell more about their life, sometimes I’d come across babies who only lived a few days...and it’s just interesting to have those glimpses into life.

Which ancient civilization would you be interested in learning more about? Filipino, because Western colonization destroyed proof of most of it.

Do you have better long-term memory or short-term memory? Long.

What was the last situation that made you cry? Describe. I cried this morning. Nothing bad or heavy, I just found myself thinking again about my mental state last year.

Which forest animal would you be most afraid to encounter? Anything that wouldn’t hesitate to tear my limbs apart.

Do you believe in anything supernatural? (ie: spirits, etc) No.

Has anyone close to you ever gone to war? No. The closest link I have to the military, other than my dead great-grandfather, is Angela’s uncle who’s like a general or like a colonel or something, idk titles.

Have you ever experienced altitude sickness? Yeah, occasionally. Pressure in the ear is a bigger nuisance to me, though.

Is there anything, any event, you wish you could remember more clearly? The last time I saw my grandfather. My only clear memory of him that day was stepping out of the house to leave (my mom and I were visiting) and him sending me off with the message to always be kind and good. If I had known I would never see him again, I never would’ve left.

Have you ever rubbed anyone’s feet? Hmm no, not that I can recall.

If you had to get advice from someone of the opposite sex, who would you go to? I’d go to Hans for certain advice, but not for every single situation. He’s the only person that comes to mind.

What was the last new food/drink that you tried? So last Wednesday I finally got to try this Instagram-based doughnut shop that I’ve been eyeing since August and it turned out to be even MUCH BETTER THAN EXPECTEDDDDDD. Like yeah their photos were always mouthwatering but I didn’t expect it to taste as good as it looks, since most pretty food I’ve encountered usually end up just tasting meh. Anywho, I got two orders of their sampler box and they served me their specialty bacon doughnut, signature brown butter, and a bunch of their chocolate and peanut butter variants and I loved every single fucking thing.

Have you had a good day today or was yesterday better? Oh it’s hard to tell, it’s only 9:05 AM. Both days might be uneventful, though.

Have you ever played Sudoku? I don’t actually get how to play it hahaha. I feel like I’m too stupid for sudoku.

Do you ever take surveys for money? I tried it last year when applying for jobs was still a bitch for me, but the thing is most of those surveys look for employed participants so there was rarely ever a survey that fit me anyway.

Do you like Barbie or Bratz better? Bratz.

Do you prefer purple or green grapes? I don’t like grapes.

Who was the last person that made you laugh? Idk, probs one of the boys since I was watching videos of them earlier today.

Where does your best friend live? A nearby city.

Who did you last confide in? Angela.

Does your car have an alarm? Sure.

Where was your mom born? Somewhere in Metro Manila.

What can always make you feel better no matter what? My dogs.

What is something you’ll never eat again? Why? I don’t think there is anything. I feel like I’m always bound to retry things and that I would be open to doing so, even fruits. One thing I’m firm about never drinking again, though, is coconut water. Get that SHIT away from me.

What is currently happening that is scaring you? I’m not feeling scared these days.

Have you ever found a stranger’s note somewhere? If so, what did it say? Probably. But nothing sticks out.

#survey #surveys

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whitewitchdani · 4 years

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Laters, Baby: Chapter 12

Read Chapter 11 Here

Word Count: 1780

Pairing: Winchester!Sister x Reader

Warnings: angst, language, description of injury, mention of a serial killer

A/N: Sorry I’ve been MIA y’all. I had to go back to work and it sucked. lol. Here’s chapter 12! Let me know what you think and if you’d like to be tagged. :)

Laters, Baby Masterlist

“Simple salt and burn my ass. Did Bobby do any research on this house before he gave us this case?” You complained as you sat at the motel table doing research while Dean cleaned his gun on the bed and Sam had just finished showering.

“Why, what’s up?” asked Sam as he approached you from behind drying his hair.

“This house was the site of a serial killing. A victim of the BTK killer was killed here, oh my god.”

“No way. Really?” Sam asked as he looked at the laptop over your shoulder.

“BTK? What the hell is that?” asked Dean as he slid a magazine into place.

“Seriously Dean? He’s one of the most famous serial killers in history; he killed at least 10 people. I learned about him in one of my classes at Stanford. BTK stands for bind, torture, kill. Guy still gives me the skeeves,” you shuddered.

“Shit really? And this is a victims house?” Dean asked as he walked toward the motel table.

“Yeah checks out. And the way the people have been being attacked lines up with the way the girl was attacked and killed,” answered Sam.

“So is it the victim or BTK?” Dean asked as he walked around the table and sat down, leaning back to reach the fridge and grab a round of beers for everyone.

“Well Rader, BTK, died in prison. So there’s no reason for him to be tied to that house. I’d say it’s definitely our girl,” you replied as you accepted the beer from Dean.

“This is going to be an interesting case,” Sam said with a sigh as he took the beer from Dean and sat down. “Haven’t had a good ghost hunt in a while.”

“It says here she’s buried in the town cemetery. So, Dean, you wanna go dig her up while Sam and I go to the house?” you asked as you shut the laptop.

“Why do I always get the dirty jobs?”

“You lied to Sam and me for over 25 years; I don’t want to hear you complain about anything I ask you to do for a very, very long time,” you batted your eyes at your eldest brother.

He nodded his head at you, “Touché, kid. Touché.”

------------ Later at the house, you and Sam made sure the place was empty. The previous occupants had fled after the last attack, leaving the home vacant. It was silent in the small house, until the ring of Sam’s phone caused both of you to jump.

Sam grabbed it and looked at the caller ID, “It’s Dean.” Flipping it open, he put it on speaker and answered. “Hey Dean, did you find the grave?”

You both heard heavy breathing on the other end of the line, “I’m getting too old for this shit.”

“You’re 30, Dean,” Sam rolled his eyes, “Did you burn the bones?”

“Yes I burned the bones,” he replied out of breath. “I just finished filling in the grave.”

“Alright, Sam and I will sweep the house one last time so just get back here.”

“Super.” Dean rasped out before he hung up.

Sam flipped the phone closed and turned to face you, “Well, you take upstairs and I’ll take downstairs?”

“Meet back at the front door and then we can get the hell out of here in time to hit the bar.”

Sam rolled his eyes with a smile as you ran up the stairs. You looked through the bedrooms and, finding nothing, began to trudge back down the stairs. As you hit the second step on the staircase, you felt two hands in the small of your back and before you could react, they gave you a hard shove. With a scream, you tumbled down the stairs and landed at the bottom with a thump.

Sam came scrambling around the corner to the base of the stairs to see you groaning at the bottom. “Y/N!” He rushed to your side and breathed a sigh of relief to see you were still conscious. “Are you alright?”

“Just peachy, Sam. Not like I just fell down a damn flight of stairs or anything.” You rolled your eyes at your twin. Attempting to stand, you hissed and grimaced as you put weight on your right hand, “Ah! Son of a bitch! Goddammit I think I broke my wrist.”

Your brother grabbed your wrist to examine it and opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the front door slamming open. You both turned expecting another ghostly encounter, only to see your older brother strut in waving his gun around.

Dean walked in and cleared the room before looking at his siblings on the floor, “I heard Y/N scream, what happened?”

Sam helped you stand as you answered, “Well, either our girl’s tied here some other way, or there’s something else in this house. Something pushed me down those stairs and now my goddamn wrist is broken.”

“I burned those bones, there’s no way that ghost is still here.”

“Then what else could be here?” Sam crossed his arms in frustration.

“Well I didn’t throw myself down the stairs. Something is here,” you groaned as you held your wrist and leaned on Sam to stay upright.

“Good observation, Winchester.”

All three of you turned to follow a British accent towards the staircase finding a tall, blonde man standing in the middle of them. As your eyes met his, he flashed his blue eyes onyx causing every Winchester in the room to let out a collective sigh.

“Seriously? I’m gonna kill Bobby. Simple salt and burn my ass,” you repeated your sentiment from earlier in the evening.

“Don’t blame your surly hunter friend, Winchester. Before I arrived it WAS just the spirit here.” The demon began to descend the stairs as he spoke, “No I’m here for a different reason all together.”

“What could you possibly want?” you yelled.

“You, Miss Winchester. You see, our Father has issued a bounty on you. Any demon that brings you back to him alive will be rewarded greatly, and I intend to be that demon.” His thin lips curled into a sickly smile.

“Like hell.” Dean fired the shotgun into the demon’s chest, causing him to fly backwards. “Time to go.” He grabbed your good wrist and pulled you through the front door, Sam pulling up the rear.

Suddenly, Sam got thrown by a force into the lawn.

“Sam!” you yelled. You and Dean turned to look back and saw the demon in the doorway.

Your brother put an arm protectively in front of you, “You aren’t taking her to Lucifer. Over my dead body.”

“That can be arranged.” The demon smiled, “Just give me the girl and no one gets hurt. For once no one gives a rat’s ass about the infamous Winchester brothers, just their whore sister who miraculously is the soulmate to the devil.”

“Hey!” You yelled at him. “Just because you’re a demon doesn’t give you license to be a dick.”

“No one talks to my sister like that.” Dean lifted the shotgun once more but with a wave of his hand, the demon flicked it out of his hands. With another wave, Dean was thrown away from you.

“Dean!” He and Sam were groaning in a heap on the lawn, leaving you alone with the demon on the sidewalk. You turned your attention to him, “I’m not going with you.”

“My dear, I don’t think you’ll have a choice. See, I’m a demon and you’re an injured, female hunter. Not exactly much of a fight,” he smirked. In a flash, he backhanded you across the face.

Your face turned to the side with the force. You looked at him wide eyed as you wiped the blood from the corner of your mouth, realizing he had a bit of a point. But you’d be damned if you went down without a fight. Bringing your leg up behind you, you grabbed Ruby’s demon knife out of your boot. You leaned forward and slashed, making contact with his arm.

“AH! You bitch! You’re lucky Lucifer wants you or I’d kill you right here.”

“Not if I kill you first you black eyed bastard.”

Fighting with your non-dominant hand was difficult, but you held your own. The demon got a few licks in, but he was no match for the knife. Dean yelled from the lawn, causing the demon to look away from you just long enough to make your move. With one swing, you brought your left hand around and plunged the demon knife into his chest, causing him to spark orange inside his vessel as he died.

The vessel collapsed on the ground as your brothers rose from it, making their way over to you. You bent over and pulled the knife from the man’s chest, the blade still smoking.

Sam got to you first, “You alright?” He grabbed your face to check the split lip and saw a bruise forming on your cheek.

“I’m fine Sam. I just need Bobby to set this stupid thing and I’ll be good as new.”

“Friggin’ demons man.” Dean growled as he made his way to the driver’s side of the Impala.

“My sentiments exactly. But Dean, Lucifer issued a bounty for me. Attacks like this are only going to get worse,” you slid into the backseat with your twin, him tending to your injuries.

“I know, kid. We’ll figure something out.”

Dean threw the car into drive and headed back to Sioux Falls. With a yelp from you, Sam set your wrist and wrapped it in a bandage from the first aid kit. You gave him a look of contempt as he did so since you A. weren’t expecting it and B. expected Bobby to do it when you got back.

“You better not have fucked that up, or I’ll re-break it on your jaw,” you smirked at your brother.

“Ha-Ha. You know it’s right; I wanted to get it set before it started to heal wrong.” He sighed, “What are you thinking Y/N/N? I can see your wheels turning.”

You sighed in return, “That I should just go to Lucifer like I planned. You and Dean are gonna get hurt soon and I don’t wanna risk it.” You replied to him lowly so Dean wouldn’t hear; he was pissed enough.

“You know that isn’t an option.”

“I know but-”

The screech of the impact of metal on metal interrupted you as another vehicle rammed into the passenger side of the Impala. The car flipped twice before landing right-side up on the side of the road, leaving all of the Winchester’s inside unconscious.

Read Chapter 13 Here

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ieatmypizzawithaforkandknife · 3 years

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TMA: Episode 13, “Alone”

Summary: Naomi Herne dictates her statement regarding “the events following the funeral of my fiancé, Evan Lukas.”

Our first in-person statement! So exciting! Not as exciting as the ones towards the end of this season for sure, but it makes sense to introduce the idea prior to them being necessary, and it was a nice change of pace.

That being said, I really didn’t like the voice actor in this one. There were a few moments that felt stilted or where it felt like she was over-acting, and it bugged me. At the beginning of the series, I didn’t like how Jonathan seemed to be speaking dramatically on purpose, and my annoyance here was for similar reasons. Since I’m more or less neutral towards the character herself, I’m kind of glad this was her only episode this season, and I’m hoping she’s not in future seasons either.

Because this was recorded “live”, we finally get confirmation of how the in-universe date relates to the real-life date. Naomi gives the date as January 13th, 2016, and this episode was aired on April 20th, 2016. It’s close, which is nice, but not exact, which would have been cooler IMO, but it makes sense that they might not have known the air date when they recorded it. It doesn’t throw any huge wrenches into the timeline I have going though, which is all I care about in the end.

First off, it’s a little suspicious how quickly she goes head over heels for Evan. They meet while waiting for a job interview, and when he had to go in to the interview, she “felt a pang of loss like nothing I’d known before, all for a stranger who I’d met barely ten minutes ago”? When she was always pretty content on her own in life? On its own, I could chalk it up to an extreme loneliness that she’d underestimated or was in denial about. But she says that “he was so unlike anyone I had ever met before”, and his family was some of the creepiest people in any of these stories yet that weren’t explicitly monsters. I don’t know whether the family isn’t human or if it’s something else, but there’s definitely something not right about them, and I’m really expecting them to show up again at some point.

Naomi never gives us any real impression of Evan’s personality either. She talks about him enough at the beginning of the episode that by the end of her rambling we should have had some kind of idea of who he is, but all that we really know is that he seemed perfect for her. It’s like he’s this blank slate, and whatever she needed, he was. (For any Animorphs fans who might be reading this, her starry-eyed description of their relationship reminded me a lot of the way Peter describes the last year or so of his marriage before Eva “died” in book 10. So you can understand my concern.) Their relationship is too perfect and harmonious. It’s not real. And when she conveniently decides not to contact any of his friends after he died? The paranoid part of me wonders how real any of it was.

It is interesting that the reason he gives for his apparent schism with his family is religion - specifically, that they were religious and he wasn’t. In and of itself this is normal enough - a common occurrence, even. But I am officially suspicious any time religion (especially Christianity or Christian-coded religion) is mentioned in these statements. Naomi mentions towards the beginning of her statement something that a pastor told her about humans being “creatures of community by nature”. This same pastor told her he was “worried I’d get lost” - which, if you recall, is exactly what almost happened in that foggy field after she crashed her car. She was lost for a time, and, we’re led to believe, was almost lost forever.

She describes the mist in the field as seeming malicious, and that it made her feel “utterly forsaken”, and although she didn’t think there was any particular presence in it, it seemed to swirl around her deliberately and eventually tried to pull her into an open grave. But Jonathan says at the end that there couldn’t have been any fog where she was, “given the incredibly high winds during the storm that night.” And he couldn’t find any graveyard/chapel matching the description she gave anywhere in the area. So where was she, and how did she get there? And who or what was controlling that mist? The field, the mist, the chapel, and the graveyard are all obviously Not Quite Right, but then again neither was the Lukas family earlier that night. So when and what was her first supernatural interaction that night?

I think it’s obvious by now that I don’t like the Lukas family at all and I think they’re up to no good. But it’s worth noting that Evan apparently somehow helped Naomi out of that mist (despite being dead) by his disembodied voice telling her to turn left. It was a small thing, but without that direction she might never have gotten out. So is he really not evil like I got the impression the rest of his family is?

On a completely unrelated note...someone needs to talk to Jonathan about his bedside manner. Between his condescending tone and him telling her to her face that she should probably see a shrink, I’m only surprised that she didn’t storm out on him sooner. Whose bright idea was it to let this guy interact with the public? I love him but he is not a people person at all lol.

Fortunately, before she left, Jonathan asked her to leave the broken piece of stone from the graveyard with them - although I wonder if anyone even gave it a second glance after that, or if it was just shoved into a corner somewhere and itself forgotten. The word “FORGOTTEN” on the stone was of course supposed to be creepy to us the listeners, and is almost certainly some kind of clue in the bigger mystery, but as someone who has come to frequent cemeteries (as part of an interest in genealogy, not with any involvement in the supernatural, thank you very much), it was probably just the end of a very common phrase on headstones: “GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN.” Which is, ironically, the exact opposite in meaning to “FORGOTTEN.”

One last thing. This is either a complete coincidence, or a very big clue, and I can’t decide which. In episode 11, “Antonio Blake” first sees his father in one of his “death dreams” 10 days before his father actually dies. In that same statement, “Antonio” says that he first saw Gertrude Robinson in a “death dream” on March 12th, 2015. Evan Lukas died on March 22nd, 2015 - exactly 10 days after “Antonio” first saw Gertrude Robinson in one of those dreams. I have no idea how the deaths of Evan Lukas and Gertrude Robinson could possibly be related, but the timing is a little too perfect for me to dismiss it out of hand.

This post is part of a series where I write my thoughts about each episode and obsessively connect dots in an effort to figure out The Big Mysteries of the series. All posts in this series are tagged “is this liveblogging?” Comments and messages are welcome but I have only listened to season 1, so I ask that you not spoil me for anything beyond episode 40. In the words of Jonny Sims…thanks for listening!

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heytheredeann · 4 years

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I held your hands as you shook in the middle of the night

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode Fix-It: s01e06 Rare Species, Cuddling & Snuggling, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Blood and Injury, Near Death Experiences, Sickfic, 5+1 Things, Fix-It of Sorts, almost getting together, (not in an angsty way more in a 'you guys need to have a Talk and finally kiss' way)

Summary: Five times Jaskier snuggles up with Geralt, and one time Geralt seeks him out instead.

Notes: This originated from a comment left by MildlySalted under this other fic, so in theory it should be considered a companion piece, but I think it can stand on its own. The references to that previous fic are mostly in the first section. Also, it should probably be noted that I'm pretty sure in Rare Species Jaskier and Geralt did not have a tent, but, well, they have one here because it's convenient for me LOL. The title is from "Not Yet/Love Run" by The Amazing Devil, that cursed band that I've been listening to on repeat for like a month now, forgetting that other music exists. I hate titling things, I was going to borrow lyrics from them at some point. As I mentioned in the tags, this isn't exactly a "getting-together" fic, which is why I'm trying to work on a sequel. It's giving me a few problems but hopefully I will be able to post it as a bonus chapter soon. In the meantime, enjoy all the self-indulgent cuddling!

‘I’ll stay hidden and be quiet,’ Jaskier had said. ‘You won’t even know I’m here,’ he’d said.

Geralt would be lying if he said he didn’t know that was unlikely to happen, but Jaskier was relentless and kept insisting that a cemetery is the most poetic and inspirational location he could think of, and fuck it, Ghouls hunt in small groups anyway, he figured he'd be able to keep the whole thing from going sideways.

It wasn’t a complete disaster, and Jaskier did stay hidden for most of the battle, but what he didn’t do was keeping his tongue in check, instead crying out in warning for him because he was scared that Geralt would get jumped by one of those putrid things.

(Which, he might have been, but he would have wrestled his way out of it, for fuck’s sake.)

That was enough for Jaskier to catch the attention of another Ghoul, and suffice to say that Geralt is insanely glad that he decided to give him a silver knife and teach him how to use it. Fortunately, Jaskier had picked up on it impressively quickly, and he was able to avoid getting his head bitten off.

They both came out of it unscathed, Jaskier a little too twitchy and talking without interruption all the way back. Geralt let him without complaint, hoping that it’d help him fend off the nerves after a brush with death.

That — does not happen.

They get back to the inn, sinking into their respective beds, and though Jaskier is no longer chattering his ears off he won’t stay still.

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#geraskier #geraskier fic #the witcher fic #geralt x jaskier #jaskier x geralt #not spn #my fanfic #the witcher

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justfangstvdto · 4 years

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Open Coffin 2 | Chapter 03 “Living On Borrowed Time”

Disclaimer: This is a sequel! Find Part 1 here. For some context, I´d advise you to watch The Originals to understand some occurrences.

Chapter warnings: a little bit of a slow breather chapter, timeline divergence, canon divergence, Also apologies for the long break in between...I allowed myself time to let it marinate a little, feel free to wait for more chapters to come before reading,

Word count: 5450

Tags & Author Note at the bottom. Feedback is my lifeblood and keeps the writing coming (eventually...lol).

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Your feet dragged over what was left of the road in the cemetery that had been split open by centuries of floods and moving earth. The white paint of a few sparsely placed tombs was so bright you had to shield your eyes from the reflecting light. The trees swayed in the gentle breeze, diluting the light above into a shaded mess. There had never been an English word for the way the sun and wind interplay with each other to create dappled sunlight, but it decorated the entire tree-lined walkway.

Leaving the shadows, you turned the corner towards the far end of the cemetery, skipping some of Lafayette´s prominent resting places, "Why the hell did I agree to this again?"

“Because you're taken with my personality?” Kaleb was walking behind you a step or two, taking his sweet time as if he had no trouble wasting seconds to nothing. He had convinced you to not kill him immediately with a promise of revealing his intentions. You agreed, knowing that if he walked you into a trap you could still end him with a rub of your fingers. It was a win-win, though a time consuming one so far.

And time was running out. You hid a bloody nose from his eyes when he was unconscious - the second one that day - and it was only going to get worse from here on out.

“You think if I´d be taken with you, I would´ve handcuffed you to a radiator?” You scoffed, ignoring his attempt to lighten your mood completely.

“I don´t know,” he shrugged, “you might be into that.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment, progressing further. Passing another set of stones older than dirt, you adjusted the straps of the bag that carried your letters, fastening the metal handler around your shoulder. It was comforting to know that they were with you again and that they only fell into the hands of the stranger next to you. After a few more steps, the sound of shoes crushing loose stones under his weight grew silent.

"This is it," he said and nudged his head towards the building on your left.

You looked at the building towering next to you and it took a moment for you to scramble together where you are. Like a squared lighthouse, the second story building had glass windows on the second floor that wrapped around all sides. The first floor was used by the local witches as a place to congregate and meet with each other, while the second floor was full of plants, herbs and other ingredients for all kinds of spells. You knew the place all too well. Besides plants, it currently housed a newly moved in leech that fed on people's weaknesses. One that was followed by her offspring and one - that despite the meaning of her name - was the worst of them all.

Esther.

"Of course you're working for her. I should've known.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, breathing out the weight of uncertainty from your lungs. Finally, the pieces revealing the stranger in front of you fell into place. Esther sends a distraction. Needless to say, you were not surprised.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you too are working with her?" He had a smug grin on his face as he replied as if he´d outfoxed your question. Smug Bastard.

"Let me guess, she's the one that wanted my letters?”You asked, and he confirmed with a nod “Why?”

“To exploit your secrets, I'd imagine." He shrugged, then opened the door to the building and stepped aside “After you.” You brushed past him, brushing against his torso trying to fit into the outlandish small door frame. At least this time you were not wearing any hindering clothes as you did 100 years ago. You remembered that once a part of your coat ripped trying to enter this building and if you'd look closely you might even find particles of the clothing still littering the doorframe.

Entering the room at the top of the building, you heard Kaleb breathe out in annoyance once he laid eyes on Finn. He- who was still inhabiting a local Voodoo master with the name of Vincent Griffith - stood at the table, ripping feathers from a dead crow that laid on it.

“Ah, Finn. Just the person I didn't want to see." Kaleb looked at him with such disdain one would have deduced that there was some sort of sour history there. Still, Finn said nothing and blankly stared through his borrowed eyes.

Looking at him, you wondered if the people underneath Esther´s and Finn's possession had any control left. Did they feel or see too? Or were they gone, totally locked away? You never wanted to find out first hand.

“Kaleb, Y/N. I see you two have been acquainted.” You heard Esther speaking from an adjoined room before you saw her. But now she wasn´t the teenage witch she had been inhabiting when you met, it was a local shop owner and witch that had been selling witch items not far from Marcel's new place. But even in another body, she remained the most questioned pawn on the board.

“I guess it was bound to happen since you sent him to steal from me. I don't appreciate you meddling in personal business. That wasn't part of the deal.”

“Did I, now?" She paused and shared a look of disapproval with Finn next to her "Very well. Since Kaleb revealed himself to you, you´ll join forces for the time being. Perhaps then I'll get what I seek."

"Yeah no, I don't do teams." You shook your head and glanced at Kaleb next to you “No offence.”

“You'll do as you're told," Finn said. His jaw was clenched and he tipped the tip of his finger against the table. Ah, the scolding finger. Another thing he had in common with his brothers.

"Oh, of course!” Kaleb scoffed, slicing his words in a sudden stern veer “Now Finn, the sycophant, speaks up! Are you gonna grovel at your mother's heels for eternity, or what?"

Finn dragged his eyes from the table and ogled him down as if he would implode to dust under his gaze “I advise you to stay your lane."

You rolled your eyes at their ongoing dick-sword fight, wishing they´d either attack each other for a little entertainment or simply hold their tongue until you´re out of the way.

“We should move this along.” Esther sounded annoyed as she ordered Finn to the back room with a nod of her head. He tore himself away from the hostile conversation with reluctance, yet he complied. “Now,” Esther looked at you with stern expectation “What brings you here? I do hope it is not another empty promise.”

"I come bearing gifts." You said, stepping forward to the table in the middle of the room. You brushed dried up leaves from the roses that grew in the room from the table with your elbow. Kaleb's eyes went wide when he saw what you held in your hands. The white oak stake in all its silver veined glory. You watched Esther's eyebrows ripple with surprise. She wasn't expecting you to bring the white oak to her as you promised.

She reached out to grasp it, but you brought the tip of the stake to the ceiling to withhold it from her “I need some repayment first. A part of the spell, an ingredient from the list, something."

"You haven't fulfilled your part of the deal." She stated with certainty in her voice.

“This is the start of it. You said you wanted to convince Klaus and Elijah to become human, right? But of course, they´re not as easy to persuade as you thought. If you can't convince them, pour salt into their wounds until they can't do anything but listen. You´re their mother. I´m sure you have secrets about them floating around in your head somewhere. Use them.”

“I am well aware of-”

“I'm not finished. They're hiding something big. Elijah went off like the attack dog he is without me doing anything to cause this, which means that they're hiding something. They have to be. He's too suspicious of me to not want to keep something hidden away. I can find out what it is if you give me something first.”

“You will give me the white oak stake and I will consider handing you a fraction of the spell”

So that's how this is gonna go. You're baiting the wrong person here, Esther...

You considered your options for a moment, going over the possible outcomes of any branch, but all led to disaster. All but one. That meant not playing her game anymore. It would never get to the point where she would keep up her end of the bargain. But this endeavour trying to gain her sympathies had no use. It was time for Plan B.

"Fine. I'll be back with more soon” You met her observing gaze, looking at her without a glimmer of fear she so hoped to spot. You let her grasp the white oak stake and let it fall into her hands.

“It's not like I'm living on borrowed time or anything." You muttered as you turned to leave through the door you came into.

What Esther will do with the white oak, that only her twisted mind would now. But at least it will give you time to come up with another plan. Including another obstacle that was your new companion who, if your senses were not completely obliterated, knew too much to not work against you.

For now, however, getting out of the fire line is what was important, or you´d not stand to see this through.

You stood on the corner, watching as Marcel paraded around in front of his new initiates. He was trying to rebuild his community, the one that Klaus took over with his scheming and intrigues. You never grasped why he thirsted for power as much as he did. Perhaps, you thought, he tried to eliminate the feelings of not possessing any power whatsoever when he was young. Or it was to outgrow Klaus' shadow that has been resting on him and this city. Even now exiled on the other side of the river, he tried to rebuild what Klaus took from him.

Marcel, similar to New Orleans was a Phoenix rising from the ashes. Burnt down countless times, defeated and broken, yet resilient. You wondered how he kept going after all this time. Possibly he was just better at moving past issues than you were. Or he was nothing but more skilled at concealing it.

“I'll be right back.” You informed Kaleb, as Marcel announced the end of his drafting process. Marcel spotted you walking towards him out the corner of his eye, smiled and outstretched his arms, waiting for your opinion of his recruits.

“So, what do you think?”

“I don´t know, a little too groupy for me, to be honest.” You shrugged, “But I'm not a team player so what do I know?”

“Fair enough.” He nodded and let his eyes wander for a second before he spotted Kaleb watching your conversation like a hawk. “Who is this guy?”

“A friend.” You answered, hoping he wouldn´t pester you with questions. You had no time to waste.

“Since when are you making friends? Especially ones with death stares.”

“Well, guys with death stares are kind of my brand.” You joked, but Marcel was nowhere near laughing. Your smile fell and you cleared your throat before you continued “Anyway, listen, do you still own that cabin out in Terrebonne? I could use a little retreat.”

Marcel cocked his eyebrow “Who do you have to hide from now? I know you´ve been going the extra mile to piss people off lately, but that has to be a new record.”

“Nobody yet, but there will be soon. I'm just getting the hell out of dodge before that.” You felt bad for only visiting Marcel to get something from him, but you were not exactly running on a lot of time. You were sure he understood.

“Cabin´s still there, but I had it warded against magic a while back, so no zapping in and out of the place. You can disable it if you want once you´re there.”

“Great. So a road trip it is.” You were not particularly thrilled of hanging out in a confined space with someone you barely knew. But there was no use in complaining.

"In that case,” Marcel continued “you´ll probably want your ride back. It's down at the docks, with all your stuff in it."

“Shit I haven't thought about that piece of metal since-” You paused, but there was no need to finish your sentence. Marcel understood.

“I assume you have a passcode for the doors? Or do you want me to blow the door up to get in?”

"Uh, yeah. It´s…" He scratched the back of his head in avoidance.

The second you knew why he was stalling, your face fell “Don't tell me the password is…password.”

“No, of course not.”

“It´s password, isn't it? You dumbass.”

“It's a car, not an atomic bomb! As if anyone's gonna steal that old thing.”

You slapped his shoulder, shoving him back a step or two “How dare you. You can insult me, but never that car, alright? It's been through a lot.”

He smiled before raising his hands in defeat. “Alright, alright. Call me if you need backup with this one.” He nudged his head to Kaleb still standing where you left him.

“Thanks, but I never need backup.”

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You definitely needed backup. Even simply to hurl Kaleb out of the window for how annoying he was. Throughout the first few miles, he flipped radio channels with his magic, whistled along to every song that came on, or bumped his knees on the glove compartment repeatedly. He even asked about Marcel with such vigour, you barely managed to divert the topic. You knew many people had something against Marcel and his supernatural politics, you included, but Kaleb´s disapproval was on the upper spectrum. This only added to his questionable character.

You halted at a rest stop a few miles down the road after Kaleb insisted on getting road trip snacks. He had an extra pep in his step when he found the snack Aisle, you could see his excitement through the smudged storefront windows.You pulled out your phone when he disappeared into the back isles dialling a string of numbers you haven't thought about in the last decades. You tapped your foot throughout the beeping tone, anxiously waiting for the other person to pick up.

You heard a groggy moan before the scruffy voice of an old friend cut through. "Y/N ain't that a nice surprise.” Shank said, “It's been what 90 years?"

"Yeah not exactly. We saw each other about a year ago in New York. Or have you forgotten?"

Shank considered for a moment “Oh yeah something seems to brush through my drunken haze. I think. ”

Shank did not drink to forget like most, he drank to remember. He claimed that once he entered a state of non-sobriety, memories he had long forgotten would creep up. You always thought it was nice he even could forget anything at all.

“Anyway,” Clearing your throat, you continued “I need you to do some dirty work.”

“Dirty work?” He sounded surprised yet elated by the prospect of digging up some dirt by either burying someone or by digging up secrets “What are we talking about? Murder, mayhem? Mayhem with some murder?”

“Not that kind of dirty. I need you to pull up all the records you can find for a guy called Kaleb. I don't have his last name, but I'll send you a picture.” You looked over your shoulder to check if Kaleb was already finished with getting snacks, but he was nowhere to be seen.

“I see what I can do.” He agreed and you could hear him hammering on the keyboard through the phone “Is he a problem I need to know about?”

“I don't know yet. I just want to make sure we're on the same side.” You explained, leaving out the details he had no use of knowing about “Thanks for doing this, by the way, I know I haven´t exactly been around.”

“You can thank me by checking in with the boss.”

Of course, he would bring her up. How could he not? He was so blindly loyal to her, it was a wonder that he was not killed yet.

“I don't know what Mae told you but I don't want to speak to her ever again.”

“Just call in, kid.” He seemed impatient in his wish, but, you had no intention of following through with it. That chapter was closed.

“I'll think about stopping by instead.” You lied. You had no intention to go anywhere near the headquarters.

There was silence on the other end, then what sounded like a drink that was poured before Shank spoke once more "You can't. It's all gone."

"What do you mean it's gone?”

“Haven't you heard? The Guerra Werewolf pack bombed the place. Did the same to the crescents on the Bayou. Whole building collapsed in broad daylight, almost everyone died. Some of them people were dumb as a ton of bricks, but they were family.”

“Shit. I didn't know.”

"Nobody knows except Boss and I, and our high and mighty Mikaelson's of course."

"If there's anything I can do-”

“Nothing to be done.” He answered curtly, then returned to his task at hand. "I'll get you the info. Take care of yourself, kid.” And without another word, he hung up the phone.

Entering the car, you leaned forwards after terminating the call, head pressing into the steering wheel. How have you not heard of the explosions? If you had, you would have made the Guerra werewolves suffer longer. Or at least dragged some of them back to the surviving members they could do with them whatever they liked.

You pushed the thought away when Kaleb showed up at the register. You snapped a photo of Kaleb when he appeared at the register through the windshield, disguising your action as trying to find a signal.

“Did you find it?” He asked through the opened passenger window before throwing the three bags worth of snacks behind him on the backseat.

“Find what?" You asked him, confused about what he meant.

“The signal?” He said when he opened the passenger door and hopped in “I saw you from in there.”

“Oh, yeah I got like one and a half bars at best.” You lied. before reaching out for the key stuck in the lock cylinder. Turning it with the foot on the clutch you started the car, ready to continue the journey.

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On a lonely stretch of road close to Morgan City, Kaleb had finally resorted to looking out of the window for the first time since leaving New Orleans. Silence at last. Ah, yes. Hair breezing in the wind, soft tunes that played on the radio and some nice peace and...

“So New York huh?” Kaleb asked and you had to stop yourself from burying your face in the steering wheel.

...Quiet, yeah not so much.

“Just because we're working together, doesn't mean we have to talk.” You blew him off, “Also, is there an encyclopedia of Y/N somewhere I don´t know about or how do you know where I was?”

He smiled and said "Touchy, are we?”

"I don't know why you're surprised. Do I look like the person that ́is offering free hugs or something?"

"Well, if you ́re offering, I wouldn't say no." He shrugged, flashing a pearly white smile that you figured was deadly to girls' hearts in the vicinity.

“Fine.” You sighed and turned the radio volume down. “Ask away. What about New York?” You hoped he would be satisfied with a few questions answered.

“You, uh, what do they say.”He tipped the tip of his finger against his lips as he considered “Ah yes dropped off the map. Then years later you resurface in New York. Why that filthy city out of the whole world to choose from?”

You stranded there, was the short answer. The real answer was much more complicated. “I did it for the Bagels.” You shrugged.

Kaleb almost choked on a corn chip as your words registered “The bagels?” He said through a cough or two.

“The bagels.” You confirmed, "And I spent some time there back in the '50s, so I knew my way around."

You did not tell him that you just found yourself in New York one night after you tried aimlessly to find something to dull the pain. You did not tell him that you spend weeks feeding through the drunkards that wandered the streets at night. Or how you made the top spot on the wanted list on several covens or small circles of witches for stealing spellwork. You had nothing to lose, and nothing to fear from any of them. You had your goal, and you did not care about casualties.

So you lied. He had no use hearing any of those things.

“And what about your family? Did they visit you there?” He asked further.

Why do you ask so many questions, Kaleb?

You dug your nails in the fabric of the steering wheel at the mention of your so-called family. You have not seen Stefan or Damon in years. But only thinking about them resurfaced memories of the last time you spoke to Stefan on a lonely winter night in New York, months after everything that happened.

You remembered how cold your hands were from the freezing storm that iced the city overnight. There was another blizzard predicted to roll through in the day to come, but people in New York had experienced harsher winter conditions than that. You watched them drink their mulled wine and cinnamon-spiked coffee from the bench you were sitting on. The snowed-over trees of Central Park were a perfect backdrop for the winter wonderland they were seeking.

The ring tone felt like an endless repetition of empty promises, each more disappointing than the last. What if he had no desire to pick up the phone? Or perhaps he was in trouble? Maybe you should- But then his voice cut through the silence. He didn't say your name just answered with a standard phrase you´d greet strangers with. You told him who you were and before you could explain that you wanted to make amends, he said: “Whatever it is, I can´t help you.” Then he hung up and left you in the cold with nothing but the light of your phone that remained the sole evidence for your conversation.

Clutching the steering wheel tighter, you shoved those memories back where they belonged; behind a door and forgotten as so many have been.

“I don't have a family” You finally said. “What about you? Got any family left?”

“They're all crazy as loons.” He shook his head “No, my family these days contains of one person. The only one that's never given up on me.”

Huh. So you were in the same boat after all. Interesting...

“Is that the reason you started working for Esther? To be reunited with them?”

“That's the primary goal, yes." He confirmed and reached for another chip in the bag. “So, New York.” He repeated once again “What did you do?”

“I'm sure you´ve heard the stories. Everyone has.”

“I rather get information from the source. Can´t trust chatter these days.”

“I've done what someone like me does.” You answered with the hope he would have the sense to stop pestering you with questions.

“Well, darling, there is nobody like you, so have to be a little more specific.” The familiarity of the word of endearment made you turn your head and you glanced at him, but he was already staring ahead.

“Murdered, maimed, pissed people off, you know, the usual. Bad things happen when people like me grieve.” You replied, focusing on the road ahead once more.

“All that to get your boyfriend back?”

You slammed your foot on the breaks, halting the car with a loud screech. You leaned over with fury dwelling in your eyes "Let's get one thing straight, you'll never bring him up. Ever. Matter of fact, why don't we keep our history to ourselves."

"I didn´t-"

You didn't let him finish. Instead, you turned the radio volume up, ending the conversation in an instant. You felt his stare every now and then and he nervously fumbled with his left hand and outstretched his fingers only to retreat them a moment later, as if he was regretting reaching out.

The song on the radio swallowed the silence as it played on, thick with grief as a man sang on about how he couldn't go on without his special person by his side. How absolutely cliche it was for the song to play right at this moment when you were reminded of him.

If Kol was here he would point his finger into the air and utter “See there's the universe again. Laughing at us, taunting us, but also telling us we ́re on the right path.”The memories of his smile and the way it would outshine your grimmest thoughts drifted over you, a cruel reminiscence of paradise lost but never forgotten. You relived flashes of memories every day, in the place you dared not to touch nor let go. As long as you remembered, nothing was lost. Kol still existed. You still existed.

The road ended in a mess of mud and overturned ground as the song played out. End of the road for now. And that meant digging through the outskirts of the swamp. On foot. At that point, you started thinking this was a bad idea.

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Birds settle on a power line across the dirt road leading to the cabin. Most birds gathered as a group, some were scattered, but one was sitting next to them and tilted his head to observe them. They scattered into the wind when the cabin door behind you fell in the lock. You felt his eyes on you as he stepped forward on the roofed deck. Thanks to an invisible spell Kaleb was unable to see Mikael parading around with a wooden lance on the space before the cabin.

“I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry.”His voice sounded remorseful and quiet as he leaned against the brittle railing where chipped-away paint chips rained onto the dirt.

“It's fine. Just forget about it.”You brushed him off. You could have told him that he found your weak point, and that was not the mention of Kol, but the fact that you had forgotten about him for a moment and then Kaleb brought him up.

“It's nice here. If you ignore the blasting heat.”He was trying to establish some sort of small talk, but you were never one to care for it, and certainly not now.

“Yeah.” You glanced at him through the corners of your vision.

Above, the birds screeched and tore through the silence, and you looked up to see them retreat into the trees. It was getting dark now, stars had started to crack through the sky, some lighter patches, others clusters of faint and bold light. You gazed at those bright friends of the moon and the midnight blue canvas stole every thought from your mind. The carousel of worries was forgotten for a moment. That was one of the advantages of life outside of the city where stars were put to death every night by the shine of streetlights and suffocated by manmade pollution.

You turned your head again and caught Kaleb's gaze in the light the oil lamp that swayed in the breeze provided. You had to warn him. Warn him about the danger he put himself in being here with you. People around you either leave or end up six feet under. He at least deserved some cautious words.

“Listen,” You turned to him “everything I plan goes bad for me usually. And this time it's foolish too, so if you want out-”

“Nonsense. I'm with you. And I don't change my mind.” He said as a matter of fact as if standing by words was such a common thing to do "Besides, what am I supposed to do, play lapdog with Finn?" He scoffed and shook his head, the image alone too ridiculous to fathom.

The corners of your lips tugged into a smile, an expression which was mirrored on his face. But, when he looked at you next, his face went pale. Before you could ponder about what he saw, you felt the warm liquid run down your nose even before you smelt the copper that taste.

“Shit, sorry.” You wiped the blood away with the back of your hand which stained the fine lines that covered your skin with the crimson remnant ”You´re squeezy around blood, huh?”

"No-” He shook his head, then paused “that is why you said you´re living on borrowed time?”

You were surprised he heard that “Yeah. I just need to undo some things I´ve done before I kick the bucket. A monster seeking absolution. What a cliche, right? Whoever, be it the universe or whatever, that´s conducting my story has never heard of an original plot, that's for sure.”

“You're not a monster. “ He said.

“Isn't drinking blood enough cause to be one?”

“That describes what you are, but who you are isn't defined by the things you've done. Nobody can be summed up by the total of their wrongdoings. I don't believe that, and neither should you.” You opened your mouth to deny what he declared, then stopped yourself from saying it. Kaleb noted your silence as a sign to drop the topic “I might be capable to help you figure out what causes this. If you let me.”

“I have nothing to lose, so why not?” You shrugged, knowing that time would run out eventually. And at this rate, it won't be too long. “But first there's something you should know. I'm not working alone here.”

“I hope not, or I'd be nothing but a figment of your imagination.” He grinned and nudged your shoulder “As flattering as that is, I´d rather be real. Being invisible will drive you mad.”

“You better see it for yourself then.” You raised your hand towards the space Mikael had been training while you spoke, uttering one simple word to reveal him “Invisique.”

You watched Kaleb's expression closely as it dawned on him who remained only a few feet away from where he was standing.

“Mikael.” He swallowed and withdrew with a few steps backwards, until his back hit the rigid wooden wall. He was scared. Good. That meant he wasn't a fool.

“So you know who he is. Good, that spares me the history lesson.”

“How is he here?” He sliced his words in a sudden stern veer, and kept his back flush with the wall, not moving an inch.

“Let's get inside and I'll tell you what you need to know.” Opening the door you went inside first, holding the door open behind you. “Don´t worry, he won't come near us.”

Kaleb tore his eyes from Mikael and secured the door with his hand. Before entering he looked over his shoulder, suddenly feeling like he was being watched. He scanned the tree lines and the road up ahead but there was nothing to be seen. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something tussle the leaves in the distance beyond Mikael's training ground. And he feared that the storm above and the vampire that hunts vampires was the least of his worries.

And who or whatever was watching him, he thought, surely agreed.

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A/N: And we´re back with another one! This is a little bit of a slower one, but I hope you liked it! If there anything that stood out to you or anything that you liked or disliked, let me know!! I would love to hear your thoughts.

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There's nothing left here, all our best years are behind. What a brutal way to die but you choose it every time...

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maskedlady · 4 years

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Happy (early lol) Worldbuilding Wednesday! What are some of your favorite elements of world building? Tell us something cool about the worldbuilding you've done so far. Use the tag #worldbuilding wed asks and see who else wants to chat this fine Wednesday :) (Feel free to hold onto this til Wednesday proper. I just WAY too many people to get to and the ask limit makes it impossible to do in one day)

(happy late worldbuilding wednesday because on wednesday i physically couldn’t reply to this i’m sorry)

okay so what do i like about worldbuilding

i love making up places. places are literally the best thing ever and i mostly write fantasy/fantastic so i can make up all sort of crazy stuff! and that’s cool.

so like in one of my wips there’s this maze (it’s literally called the Maze because it’s the maze) that literally goes on forever. it’s underground and constantly changing and has all sorts of cool stuff. like there are rooms with glass ceilings and rooms that are under cemeteries and ‘memory rooms’ which are basically just places made of a (dead) person’s memory. so they aren’t necessarily rooms, they might be sunny fields or the middle of the sea (underwater) or a busy city street or literally anything else. but there are also parts that are just nondescript concrete and parts that are abandoned metro tunnels and parts that are metro tunnels still in use even though the metro doesn’t exist anymore (this is post-apocalyptic) so you just have to take a chance and hope there’s no train coming. and there are parts that are just darkness (you float) and this one tunnel that is completely wrapped in tree roots and goes down real steep. and there are caves with lakes (really big caves). there’s this door that leads to a room made of glass, structured on multiple levels; you come in at the top and the only other door’s at the bottom, so you have to just find your way down and since it’s all glass you don’t really know where the walls are. there are a lot of dead ends. you can see all the way down the fifty-meter space between the top and the bottom. also even if you turn back and go back in as soon as you’re out you end up at the top again and have to go allll the way down again. everyone hates it. it’s really cool.

the only ones that can actually find their way through the maze are the sanctarians, but they have all (except two and various traitors) disappeared. this destabilized the Maze so now it’s changing… in a different way than it should be changing and not even the sanctarians can predict it accurately so it’s a mess and everyone’s getting lost

[everyone = 3 people]

another thing i like are strange traditions/rituals! or religions, that’s fun. also strange species. like, dragons? (yes this is not exactly strange let me explain)

example. in my high fantasy wip there are very few dragons, because the lakhans [despicable people] have been capturing them and using them for warfare which is stupid because not all dragons are fit for war in this world anyway let’s move on. so, at their natural individual state, these dragons are like. they are not really completely formed beings on their own? at some point they always uhh. mind-merge with another dragon because they work best in duos. like they form a mind-bond? they are still two individuals but kinda also one? it’s complicated to explain i swear it’s clearer in my mind

anyway due to the hunting and using for war a lot of dragons are dying so they can’t bond as usual, especially if they have been captured. so they have resorted to the next best thing which is bonding with humans. but not just with any human. and the lakhans have understood this so they generally capture a dragon put it in an arena and throw random unimportant prisoners at it until the dragon finds one it likes and at that point the duo will be used for warfare until they die which, statistically, happens very soon.

and one of my main characters is bonded to a dragon! the dragon’s name is kathan and it’s kinda small and blue and has a double pair of wings and the frontmost pair also acts as forefeet. obviously it can fly just fine but it can’t easily carry a person and will only do it for its bond-mate if absolutely necessary

(also these dragons don’t really… have genders that’s why i’m referring to kathan as ‘it’ but it’s technically incorrect because since kathan and its bond-mate technically share a mind the two of them will be referred to as ‘they’)

okay thanks for listening to me! this got kinda long haha

#worldbuilding wed asks #shapeshifter story #carmen wip #quaesitum

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Have you spoken at all about how you got into death? It’s so not part of the astronaut/doctor/firefighter career options, and I’m curious about how you found it and what drew you to it.

Ha, I guess I haven’t talked about it because it’s not that interesting of a story. It really started more because I wanted to be an academic. Like, the problems with the academy and the university job pool (or lack thereof LOL) aside, all I’ve really wanted to do is read things. And write things. And talk incessantly about whatever I’ve learned. It just so happens that gradually that turned into my working in the broader field of death studies and people usually don’t want me to talk about it outside of October. (My time. to. shine.) But I think it’s secretly the way most people in academics find their subjects - you write one paper, and then another, and then you can’t think of anything to write for your next class and hey how do you think we could make this term paper about X subject- and it builds from there until you find yourself staring down a thesis.

So there wasn’t any real ‘grad school application essay’ moment. It’s not even about like...my parents being in medicine? Though that had certainly helped to desensitize beforehand. It was definitely in college...I don’t even really remember the first paper I wrote that centered on death. I vaguely remember the class it was for...I’m pretty sure it was very bad and I don’t think I got a good grade on it. I do remember the second, because it was about cemeteries and ritualized burial that’s when I was like ‘oh wait cemeteries are interesting.’ I did get a very good grade on it, and a lot of praise from the prof, another reason I think I got in so deep. Because fairly early on I started getting positive feedback, so it was like...’oh this makes it easy to choose paper topics and I get that sweet sweet validation for it, sign me up for this.’ I started reaching for it as a topic when I couldn’t think of paper topics.

I’m fortunate in a way because ‘death’ is a very broad topic and it is also truly universal - ‘we’re all riding that bus,’ a woman once said to me after a tour. So it’s very easy to grab onto that as a rough base to work from and approach whatever term assignment you’re given through that lens. It’s something that happens to everyone, is a major part of every culture, but is so different depending on cultural context and I find it so interesting to see how that’s changed through time. (Why I ultimately switched from anthropology to history for my MA.) I try not to be too sensational about it. While working at a crypt, I actually had a whole conflict with an outside tour company because I wasn’t a huge fan of how they stretched stories to make things seem gruesome or spooky. Like, sure I’m a spooky bitch, but when I’m actually talking about real funeral rituals or burial practices, I’m not about making it look grotesque. I’m very much more in favor a nonjudgmental, nonsensational exploration of this common experience.

(I guess I’m really more of a spooky bitch about ghosts. I like ghost stories, I really do. What I took issue with was I was trying to approach the interpretation of our site as, ‘here are some common ways that people in the 18th and 19th century processed death and the rituals they did’ and there was a specific outside company that always wanted to make it like ‘isn’t that just horrifying?’ about practices that were quite normal in their context. Or just plain making up ghost stories. I worked there for several years and I knew the origins of every ghost story they tried to tell, so I could see the way they were expanded on in each retelling. It wasn’t haunted. And I do actually believe in ghosts. (#boogara) But that crypt wasn’t haunted. Now, the small cemetery in the marshes by the house I grew up in...that was haunted.)

So yeah, anyways, the start was just...I just...kept writing papers. I actually thought of it at first as a “lazy” way of choosing paper topics - but by the time I showed up to grad school I realized that’s just how academics get into specialties. That’s how you start to become more of an expert in your field. You cover the broad strokes first, start reading the foundational texts, then get more and more specific as you go on. You get to the point where you’re able to say shit like, “I really liked this article, but I don’t quite agree with the author’s interpretation of Gorer.” It’s fun.

Thanks for asking anon! It helped to remind me why I got into this whole thing in the first place; I genuinely like reading and writing about stuff. (Grad school ended...poorly...for reasons that were not related to my performance or subject. There’s some bits in the #academic adventures tag if you’re curious.) And also a good reminder that 1) I should really write that essay about death in media because there’s a new show out I can work in to be #relevant and also I have come too far and worked too hard to let my career die because of what happened (even though it was also valid that was a super traumatizing experience) 2) I have so clearly replaced my academic career with fanfiction. I’m not even mad. I’m not even going to fight it. Just know that the number of fics I write that take their titles from folk songs and/or poems about death is probably going to continue to rise. Just a heads up. I’m not going to fight it. There will probably be more footnoting. I’m sorry.

(I’m not sorry.)

#also yes guilded crypt tours are fairly rare in north america #if you somehow piece together where i worked from context clues #let's keep that between us k?#i should probably be more careful with identifying information #anyway #thanks for asking!#this was fun #i should probably go to bed now #death studies #long post #Anonymous

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SPN 15X01 Back and to the Future: Notes

Tagging: @thegalwhorants @emblue-sparks @metafest @verobatto-angelxhunter @evvvissticante @sudo-apt-get-destiel @wildligia @mishka-the-angel-of-saturday

Written by: Andrew Dabb

Directed by: John F. Showalter

Summary (via IMDB): Picking up where we left off last season, Sam, Dean and Castiel are left to defend the world after all the souls in hell have been released and are back on Earth and free to kill again.

Spoilers below the cut.

Pre-episode thoughts: Anything goes and everything's final. Let's get this show on the road!

Episode Notes:

-We open with Seger playing over the recap, oh joy.

-TFW fights through baddies, Cas grabbing Jack's corpse.

-Looking at Jack, Dean goes, "He didn't deserve this." Aww, too little, too late.

-Cas: Well, I wouldn't starve." Dean: "Well, good for you." Cas, the sass-master.

-Demon possesses Jack's body.Its so creepy. But, hey, we get to see Alex's acting range.

-He insulted the trench coat, HE'S GOT TO GO. (actually, I like his sass, he can stay.)

-The Demonj's job in Hell was torturing souls, and he liked it. The first shot of the episode was of Jack's eyes (or lack thereof). Some S4 vibes, right there.

-Cas: "We are not twinsies." so serious, god.

-Demon works his magic, magic works.

-Demon, abridged: Why don't we take the ghosts, and shove them over there?!?

-dIvOrCe iS aWeSoMe, gUyS.

-3 biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllion souls (duh-dun-duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun)

-All the souls TFW initially sent to Hell are back. I mean, if it quacks like a duck.

-TFW tries to evacuate the town by the cemetery.

-Sam and Cas split up, searching houses that should be empty.

-Of course, they'll have Sam encounter the clown ghost. and there's Cas for the save.

-Oh, Alastair reference. Kinda like how I said at the start, here. Points to me for noticing the obvious.

-LOL, Michael might be out, boy do I not wanna see him, again.

-OH SHIT, SAM WTF. THE BULLET, THE RED LIGHTING, CAS IS SPOOKED.

-One fresh heart, served by Chef Welch.

-Ghosts are successfully trapped in the town.

-Dean, so curt, so dick. (him asking Cas if he's fine, getting a yes and then dismissing him. YOU ADMIT GOD WAS TOYING WITH YOU, AND THAT JACK DIDN'T DESERVE TO DIE, IT'S ALMOST LIKE YOUR DRAMA WITH CAS GOES DEEPER THAN THE KID, BUT WHAT DO I KNOW, THE DEMON HIMSELF IS POINTING OUT HOW AWKWARD THIS ALL IS, YOU DRAMATIC BITCH) Cas was shot, for Pete's sake, it was a mild inconvenience.

-Awkward, indeed, Demon. Try living with that for 11 years.

-Sam: "Then he's (God) gone." Oh, Sam, it's not that easy. We still have 19 episodes to get through.

-Sam: "We've got work to do." Hell heah, we do.

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Thanks for reading! I may do a meta, so keep an eye out for that. If you wanna be tagged in future episode notes/metas, let me know!

#SPN #15X01 #Back and to the Future #S15 #S15 Spoilers #S15 Speculation #writers #writing #notes

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Agents of SHIELD 1x20 Recap:

Mariaaaa!!!!!

then casually name drops Pepper like NBD

“For now we’re privatizing global security” EEEEEEEPPPPP.

they’re suspecting Pearce ordered TAHITI for Coulson bc he was Fury’s superior, oh man :( IF ONLY YOU KNEW BOO.

“He buried that intel when he decided not to bury Coulson” — and as we’ll see on the episode tag, that is true. Because the one who oversaw TAHITI was.... wait a minute, just wait for my end tag comment lol

“Fury’s dead.” “I’ll believe it when I see it.” — MAY KNOWS BETTER LMFAO

“Three minutes and twenty seconds? Really? If you were my agents it wouldn’t be for long” HAHAHAHAHAHAH

Coulson, FitzSimmons and Trip rewatching the recycled feed of May leaving the bus AND Skye and Ward entering the bus and wondering where the hell is Koenig oH NO

“Maybe Koenig got orders” “From who? Not Fury. Is there anyone left to give orders? Aren’t we just improvising at this point?” — Fitz has a point, you gotta admit.

“May walked away because I told her to.” OH YEAH YOU DID. And it was a d**k move, Coulson. TSK TSK.

“Then we don’t need her sorry ass” “EXCUUUUSE ME???” lmfao Coulson! Dunno whether to be annoyed or amused at your double standards looool

IDEK where Jemma got the idea for pancakes LMFAO!!! Even Fitz” was confused

FITZ SAW THE ARTIFICIAL WINDOW AKSJDAKLDADJ

AND HE FIGURED IT OUT ALKDJASJKJDA

“WE’VE HAD A WOLF IN THE HERD THE WHOLE TIME” DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNN

WARD IS HYDRA AAAAHHHHHHH

AND THEN FITZ HEARD JEMMA SCREAM POOR BABIESSSSS

BLEGH. How Skye can stomach playing Ward like that tho. Oh yeah, I know why. Skye is a damn good agent, I LOVE IT!

“Plus, tactically, what do you look for in a dropsite?” “Public place, lots of people, multiple exits.” “Yep. Figured if I ever got in trouble, I'd be safe there.”

HAVE I TOLD YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE SKYE?

Fitz is so in denial MY POOR BABY. HE TREATED WARD LIKE A BROTHER!

Okay, I gotta be honest: I love Trip — he’s a sunshine, but when he told Fitz to take a breath I got annoyed a tiny bit??? I mean I can understand where he came from, he has ties to Garrett and that betrayal but he recovered from that pretty quickly.. but this? Fitz treated Ward like a brother. PLUS he’s got abandonment issues. This thing will hit him pretty hard.. as will all the betrayals he will experience for the next 4-ish seasons. Poor guy :(

Poor Jemma too. She had to give an autopsy report on Koenig coming to the conclusion that Ward, their team member, killed Koenig. She’s devastated… AND SHE’S ANGRY.

Fitz just blew up MY POOR SON!!!! :((((((((

Jemma’s so heartbroken too :((((((((((

EFF YOU WARDDDDD

“How's he doing?” "Freaking out. But focused on the task, which was good advice.” “And you? Trust me, I'm gonna have a major freak out later.” — LOL

“Finally, some good news.” Perimeter defenses activated. “I should have knocked on wood just then.” — LMFAOOOOO

“I wish this bunker had a bunker.” — uhhh Jemma, bunkers aren’t built that way lmao

TALBOT!!!

“This is one of the most classified facilities on the planet, Colonel. How the hell did you find it?” “I told them.” — Coulson was shocked lol

May digging up Coulson’s grave and that bit with the man on the cemetery — LOL

Talbot and his eating habits with bunker cafeterias *has flashbacks of 5B* . LMAO!

Hill and Coulson’s tense convo — I don’t think it takes a lot to shock Maria Hill, but the Ward reveal shocked her enough hahahahahah

Whilst it was unsuccessful, I’m so damn glad Skye did that on the diner. SO DAMN GLAD.

And that fight at the Bus — “BIG FAT FREAKING NAZI.” YOU TELL HIM SKYE!!!!

And yes, I know that Ward didn’t have a hand in Quinn shooting Skye — and he had genuine concern for Skye, but i’m DISGUSTED, ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED WITH HIM. UGHHHHH.

“I’m gonna throw up.” — SKYE IS SO DAMN RELATABLE.

I wish Skye pulled through with not rescuing Ward from that little heart attack thingamajig Mike put in Ward. Skye has too much compassion though, for life, even for an asshole like Ward.

Ward and Hill’s standoff at the airport — can Ward get any more like a dickhead? He’s underplaying Hill’s accomplishments, even insulting her saying he prefers Nat over her. UGH. What a fcking asshole.

Coulson rescuing Skye from the bus, NOT KNOWING Deathlok was there — LMAOOOOO.

That whole scene with Coulson inside Lola skydiving. And then the end — HILARIOUS!

Coulson and Hill’s convo — “say hello to Stark for — never mind. He thinks I’m dead.” — Well if only you could go pop in during the entire MCU run post Avengers, Coulson! Tony died thinking you were dead... this is so sad WHY AM I LIKE THIS

Fitzsimmons convo at the pool — “tell me you’re not HYDRA”. Heartbreaking to see this knowing that next season, Jemma will be one, and then 2 seasons after that, Fitz will be the head of it :(

AND THAT KNEE TOUCH — note that Fitz smiled a little at the background as the focus of the shot was on his knee. Awww!

May came back!!!! And I’m so glad Coulson apologized. He was a d**k to her the past two eps, it hurts to watch them fight. :(

the tag scene: HUH. ALSO Coulson was the HEAD of Tahiti program.. HOW BOUT THAT.

#agents of shield #aosrewatch #aosrewatchS1 #earth vs space #team space aos #my recap

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malamente part 2 (Branjie) - Evan

A/N: A second chapter? On an Evan fic? It’s more likely than you think! Join me in my murderess escapist fantasy that also has some light ghost action now. Meggie owns my heart for beta-ing, and shoutout to the Branjie Avengers discord for still loving me even though I disappeared into the mountains for a little while.

Reminder to check those tags! It’s a dark one folks! find me @formercongressman.

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Brooke tries to start a new life.

She eats the obligatory casseroles, she boxes up Jason’s things, and she stores the two gifted copies of Chicken Soup for the Grieving Soul that she does not intend to read on the bottom row of her bookshelf.

She goes to yoga. It’s been a long time since she danced, and a long time since she’s done anything that felt good with her body. It’s not an easy thing to get back into, moving like this, but she starts to feel little openings as the muscles in her back click into place. It feels like coming home.

She bakes. Excessively. Muffins and cookies and pies stack up in her refrigerator. She attempts a souffle, and it’s surprisingly successful. Nina graciously accepts the leftovers that Brooke can’t keep. On Sunday morning she invites Nina over and they share mimosas and omelettes and homemade croissants.

She finishes the Ibsen play. It has a wonderful ending.

But ultimately, Brooke finds that she has a lot of time on her hands, no job, and more than enough money in her bank account to have no motivation to change that. It’s not exactly good for her. She goes into her kitchen sometimes at sunset and sits on the same stool, fixates on the same spot on the tile floor, replays the thud and his voice and the crackle of his breath. She smokes a cigarette out the window until the night air is too cold to bear. She eats the rest of the fig pastries.

(She’d do it again, of course. Maybe spill some blood this time. Maybe give someone a reason to be more suspicious. At least it would give her something to do.)

About two weeks in, she starts seeing ghosts.

Okay, it’s probably not a ghost. It’s not a cohesive haunting. It’s all little things, like an inexplicably moving shadow. It’s a glass that falls and breaks for no reason. It’s creaks in the floorboards upstairs that she used to attribute to Jason stumbling around, but probably they were always there. There’s no form, nothing that carries his face, but Brooke is pretty sure he’s found his way back into the house and he’s following her around. The heat rumbles on and she flinches.

This, she tells Nina. Nina doesn’t need any more information to know why Brooke might be feeling this way. She’s committed to never telling her, but as it gets more and more unnerving to be alone in her own home, that gets all the more challenging a decision to have made.

“You’re freaking yourself out. You need to make friends,” Nina tells her over the phone. Nina, bless her, just thinks she’s bored. “People to go out with, that kind of thing.”

“You’re my friend.”

“Most people have more than one friend, sweetheart.”

Touché .

She doesn’t want to fake her way through a grief support group, and she thinks she’s somehow managed to intimidate everyone in her yoga class before she could even introduce herself. At one point she feels like she’s really hitting it off with the Trader Joe’s cashier, but on the walk back to her car she realizes it’s probably his job to be nice to her.

Maybe she’ll adopt a cat. Jason was allergic to that, too.

Her mind drifts back to Vanessa, as it has a couple of times now. Brooke thinks that it’s possible that she might have been a ghost too, come to think of it. Vanessa is still the only person she’s told (she’s not going to spring this on the Trader Joe’s cashier) which keeps her as a constant presence at the back of Brooke’s mind. That, and she can still feel that spark on her skin where Vanessa had placed her hand. It lingers.

It’s surprisingly easy to find her. Brooke isn’t very good with computers, but the cemetery has an online calendar and there was only one other burial the same day as Jason’s. Lidia Augustina Mateo, age 95. She searches the name, finds an obituary, and then finds her name in the long list of her abuela’s surviving relatives. Vanessa Isabella Mateo.

So that’s how Brooke finds herself on Vanessa’s Facebook page. Brooke’s cursor hovers over the message button before she starts second guessing herself. Maybe this is weird. This is probably weird. But nothing is quite normal these days and Brooke needs someone to really talk to, and it feels like she’s got very little to lose.

B: Hey! Sorry if this is out of the blue or creepy, but I was wondering how you were doing the other day and thought I would ask. Let me know if you’d ever want to get drinks and catch up.

She hits send before she reads it back. It’s way too much. She throws in an addendum that doesn’t help:

B: This is Brooke, by the way. From the graveyard.

She closes her laptop and tosses it to the other end of the couch. Either she’ll respond or she won’t. She scrolls through pictures of cats at a local animal shelter on her phone, ready to accept her fate.

But an hour or so later she checks her computer, almost forgetting. And there’s a notification.

V: Oh I remember you, Brooke from the graveyard

V: I’m glad you sent this, should have gave you my number lol

V: What are you up to tonight?

So it’s really that easy. They plan to meet at a rooftop bar that’s a few blocks from Brooke’s house and Brooke swaps out her sweatpants for tailored slacks. About thirty seconds into her walk over she regrets the heels, but she grins and bears it.

When she gets there, Vanessa is sitting at a high top table, absently swinging her feet, focused intently down at her phone. Her hair falls in loose ringlets over her shoulders, and for a moment Brooke wonders if Vanessa might just be one of those people who always looks effortlessly gorgeous. She thinks this with a tinge of jealousy and a bit of awe. Vanessa tosses her hair to the side and cocks her head with a smile when she notices Brooke hovering in the entrance, and Brooke stops wondering, becomes more sure.

It’s cold so they’re inside, but Vanessa has snagged a table right by the window, so at least they have a view.

“I’m still surprised you were free tonight,” Brooke says as Vanessa pops off of her chair and kisses the air next to Brooke’s cheek.

“Oh, any excuse for drinks on a Wednesday and girl, I’m there.”

As if on cue, the waiter brings over a drink Vanessa had already ordered. It’s bright pink, with a cherry at the bottom.

“Big sweet tooth?” Brooke asks through half a smile.

“Massive,” Vanessa answers as she joyfully sips her sugary drink.

Brooke gets a Manhattan and drinks it slowly as Vanessa leans back on her chair, balancing precariously on two legs of the stool, and quizzes Brooke about her world and her life.

“So tell me about this luxury. What’s it like to be rich, white, and unemployed?”

Stories spill out of Brooke like Vanessa has just turned on the faucet. She talks about lazing the day away binging Netflix on the couch in her pajamas. She describes the thrilling panic of almost burning down her house when she fucked up and tried to bake cookies at 530 degrees instead of 350 like the recipe said. She complains about the thin girls in her yoga class who are married to tech magnates at 24 and think green juice will save their lives. Vanessa rolls her eyes, nods, is somehow absolutely enraptured. Brooke doesn’t mention the ghost. Yet.

“I think I might get a cat,” she says, and Vanessa’s face lights up.

Brooke doesn’t understand how, but she makes Vanessa laugh. Her laugh is really more of a screech, which bounces off of the tables and finds its way into every nook and cranny of the crowded bar. She draws attention, but Brooke finds she doesn’t mind.

The waiter comes back by when they both have empty glasses and ask if they’d like another drink. Brooke quickly orders another round, but Vanessa waves him off. Brooke looks at her with an arched, inquisitive eyebrow.

“Oh, I love a fancy cocktail,” Vanessa explains, “But it’s pricey, you know?”

“I’ll pay.” Brooke doesn’t hesitate. “Get whatever you like.”

She could swear Vanessa blushes as she looks at the ground, but it’s probably just the liquor. She orders another drink.

“But you, tell me about you,” Brooke says. “I don’t even know what you do.”

“I work at a dress store. Weddings, proms, that kind of thing. It’s good money, but I swear if it wasn’t for that and the girls I get to work with, I’d quit in a second.” She talks about her friends and coworkers, Silky and A’keria, and the one dress a month they work together to steal without their boss noticing. Vanessa had gotten the one from last month, the same one she wore to her abuela’s funeral. She rolls her eyes while she recounts the story of the mother-of-the-bride who insisted on trying on a teenager’s homecoming dress, and A’keria had to step in to keep Vanessa from losing her customer service cool.

It strikes Brooke how Vanessa is truly different than anyone she has ever really gotten to know, the sharpest possible contrast to the flippant wives of Jason’s coworkers and the always-collected fundraiser organizers she actually got along pretty well with. It stings, a bit, as Brooke realizes just how small her world had grown. But Vanessa is here in front of her, a dazzlingly authentic person, and Brooke’s gratitude doubles.

They get their third round of drinks, and that’s when Vanessa crosses one leg over the other, leans back, and asks, “So like, how are you doingdoing?”

Brooke is drunk enough to know exactly what she means but not quite drunk enough to be so transparent. “I thought I told you.”

“I haven’t told nobody your secret,” she says, softer, “And I’m guessing you haven’t either.”

Brooke looks around the room. She had been so focused that she hadn’t realized how much the bar had filled up, and that suddenly feels like too much. “I don’t want to talk about it here.”

“Hm. Let’s go outside, then.”

Before Brooke can protest that it’s too cold for that, Vanessa’s got her drink in her hand and a faux fur coat tossed over her shoulder, and Brooke can’t think to do anything other than throw on a jacket and follow her.

The night air doesn’t sting like she had anticipated. She’s warmed by the buzz of the alcohol she can feel vibrating just beneath her skin. Vanessa’s standing by the railing near the edge of the roof, up on her toes even in heels to peer down over the edge to the street below. Brooke joins her, shoulder to shoulder, and she focuses beyond the colorful neon of the buildings to the small dots of light from the fishing boats speckling the horizon of the lake.

“I’m not doing well,” Brooke finally says. “I’m seeing ghosts.”

Vanessa’s eyes light up a bit. “Like what? Are you seeing figures? Cold spots? You don’t know this about me yet, but I will go full ghost hunter if I have to.”

“It’s just little things, shadows and creaks and stuff like that.”

Vanessa hums. “That’s less exciting.”

“I promise you, it’s still pretty terrifying.”

Vanessa sips her drink, and clicks her tongue in disapproval. “Sounds to me like you’re still scared of a dead man.”

“That’s… no.”

“You are. You’re living like he’s gonna get up out of that coffin and come after you again.” Vanessa sets down her drink and fixes her hair with purpose. “Listen, this shit fucks you up bad. I know this shit fucks you up bad. But like, if he’s in the ground, he’s in the ground. And you gotta live your own life, cause he’s not coming back.”

Brooke sighs. She fixates on a rooftop terrace a few blocks away, where someone is growing tomatoes and rosemary and she can’t make out what else. It feels like Vanessa has peeled back Brooke’s skin, already knows the layout of the gears turning underneath, pinpoints the problem in a heartbeat. Maybe this is just what it’s like to be vulnerable, really vulnerable. Maybe this is a vivisection.

Noticing Brooke’s silence, Vanessa speaks up again. “Sorry, this shit gets me worked up.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s–” It’s what? Indicative of a level of care no one has shown for me in a very long time ? She can’t just say that, even though it’s probably the truth. “It’s good.”

“I’m just… I’m jealous. Maybe that’s a fucked up thing to say, but I clearly have no filter here and it’s not like you’re some kind of saint. But if I was in your position, I would… Shit, I don’t know. It’s an opportunity, is what I’m saying. You just gotta figure out what you want.”

(Brooke wants to swim out to the fishing boats and see how big those lights actually are. She wants to perform internationally again, but she knows that door has probably closed. She wants to pick a sprig of rosemary from that rooftop garden and carry it around in her pocket. She wants someone to know her better than she knows herself, to love her for her, as soon as she figures out who she is now. And she wants another drink.)

One of these ideas is immediately accomplishable, so she settles on that.

“I want scotch,” Brooke answers simply.

“What?” Vanessa looks at her like she’s snapped, which maybe she has.

“Do you like scotch? There’s this bottle Jason was saving, real top shelf stuff, and he would get so pissed if I ever moved it–”

“And we’re going to smash it.”

“No, we’re going to drink it. But with the same level of spite. I live close. Come on.”

She’s drunk enough that the walk back feels like floating, even though she might stumble a bit on the uneven sidewalks. And if Vanessa pulls Brooke’s arm over her shoulder to keep her steady, she’s not complaining.

Brooke moves to pull her keys out of her pocket once they’re outside her house, and Vanessa freezes in place. Brooke unlocks the gate as she watches Vanessa’s eyes dart between the high shrubs, the columns and arches, and the fountain trickling lightly outside.

“Oh, so she’s rich rich,” Vanessa muses.

“He was rich, I just lucked out,” is the only way she can think to answer.

“Shut up. You have a fucking fountain . In front of your house .”

“Yeah, isn’t it gaudy?”

Vanessa’s eyes narrow, and she cups her hand to catch a bit of water flowing from the fountain, and flings it at Brooke.

“Bitch!” she shrieks, because it’s cold, but can’t resist the laugh she feels bubbling up. She digs up a shred of self-awareness. “I deserved that.”

“You did.“

Brooke sits next to Vanessa on the edge of the fountain for a moment, as she traces a finger idly through the water.

“So you got all of this?” Vanessa asks, “All his money too?“

“Not all. But quite a bit, yes.” She had reviewed the will with their lawyer a few days ago, and was frankly shocked at how much he had left for her. Maybe he had drawn it up before he had turned so cruel. Maybe he had just been too lazy to change it. But either way, Brooke knew if she played her cards right, she was set for life.

“Damn. You gotta me how to get into that game, girl, I could use it. Might almost be worth it to kill mine if there was any money in it.”

“That isn’t funny,” Brooke says because she feels obligated.

“You laughed.”

(Vanessa’s right.)

“Come inside, it’s freezing,” Brooke says eventually, as she almost starts shivering.

Brooke unlocks the front door and she can’t help but watch Vanessa’s expression as she gazes up at the vaulted ceilings, the modern furniture, the piece of abstract art that takes up nearly an entire wall. Brooke is proud of this space; she picked a lot of the decor out herself.

“Damn,” Vanessa breathes, and the corner of Brooke’s mouth turns up.

Brooke sets down her things, hangs Vanessa’s coat by the door, and retrieves the bottle of scotch off the high shelf of the wet bar. Jason’s father had gotten it for him as a gift when he became the CEO of the bank, and it had sat completely undisturbed for the three years since then. Twisting off the top feels like the most delicious kind of fuck you.

“There’s no ghost in here,” Vanessa says unprompted as she settles into the large armchair in the living room that exaggerates just how small she is. “I can see how you think there’s one, being in this big empty house all by yourself, but I think you’re safe.”

“You can tell?” Brooke carefully pours a small amount of scotch into two glasses.

“Sometimes, yeah.” Vanessa’s eyes are still darting between the ceiling, the large open kitchen, and the miscellania in the glass display cases. “The energy in here is weird as hell, but you probably just need to sage it.”

“Noted,” Brooke says as she hands Vanessa a glass and settles into the couch next to her.

They clink the glasses together, a silent cheers, before finally taking a sip. It’s impossibly smooth liquor, with just a bit of bite at the end, which Brooke wholeheartedly respects. She’s no dark liquor aficionado, but she’s pretty sure it tastes like a late-summer bonfire with notes of vindication.

“I don’t know shit about scotch, but god this is fancy,” Vanessa says as she swirls the amber liquid in her glass. “Good riddance to your man.”

“Good riddance,” Brooke says quietly. She remembers briefly the other two scotch glasses from this set shattering against the wall inches from her head, and takes another sip. It’s retribution. It’s another light revenge. “And fuck him.”

“Fuck him,” Vanessa agrees. She gives Brooke the softest knowing smile, and Brooke isn’t sure if it’s the scotch or just Vanessa, but she feels some kind of warmth spread through her chest.

“You have an asshole boyfriend,” Brooke says after a moment. It’s a statement, not a question.

“You remembered that.” Also not a question. “His name is Victor.”

“How bad is it?” Brooke asks. For a second she worries it’s too far, but she waits.

Vanessa takes another sip, thinking it over. “It’s not that bad. Really, it’s not. Most days it’s good, he buys me nice things and he’s sweet.” She sighs. “But he’s got this temper, you know? And he gets jealous over stupid shit. But no, he just screams and throws shit at the wall, and I get right out of there and go wait it out at one of my girls’ places. And then he begs me to come back, and then he treats me like a queen.” Vanessa looks at the ceiling, bites her lip. “Never lasts, though.”

Brooke just nods. It sounds too familiar. Eerily familiar. Vanessa’s jaw is tight, and Brooke can see just how strong she is in that moment. She wants to scoop Vanessa out of there, this earlier version of herself, and help her get out of it before it gets worse. But she knows it’s not that simple.

“He never hits me, and god if he did, it’d be the last thing he does, I swear.”

“That’s the difference,” Brooke doesn’t realize she says out loud.

“What?”

“Jason was all of those things, plus the hitting.”

“Oh.” Vanessa looks at the ground and back up. “I’m sorry.”

“Good riddance,” Brooke echoes, shrugs, and takes another drink.

“How did you do it?”

“Do what?” Brooke’s glass clinks against the metal side table.

“If we’re getting real personal. How did you kill him? Tell me.”

Brooke sighs, takes a moment. “He was allergic to figs,” she says simply. She almost laughs at how strange an answer it is, with these words that she’s never actually formed into sentences before. “Very allergic to figs. And I baked some fig pastries, he found them in the fridge, and he didn’t check. And that was it.”

Vanessa’s jaw is actually hanging open. “Shit, that’s–”

“Complicated?”

“I was gonna say spooky as fuck, but that works too, yeah.”

“So it really just looks like an accident. It was an accident, honestly. He’s just an idiot, at the end of the day. So yeah. That’s how.”

“Damn. And now you can do whatever you want,” Vanessa says, looking frankly amazed.

“You’re not taking notes, are you?”

“No, god no, I’d be out of there before it came to that. There’s nothing that serious keeping me with him.”

Brooke almost says I said that too . But she lets it go.

Brooke wishes that she could actually do whatever she wants, but that’s complicated too, what with the ghosts-that-aren’t-ghosts creeping around her home. She’s still not sure what she wants, what she’s supposed to want, what it feels like to want for something instead of just wanting to get away.

“Say you left your boyfriend. Victor,” Brooke asks. “Say you could do whatever you want. What would you do?”

Vanessa smiles that same whole-face smile that already feels familiar. “I’d leave. I’d get in my car and drive until I found a place where I wanted to be. And I’d start over. Maybe somewhere by the water. Maybe doing something with animals. And I’d have a big kitchen and a lot of light and a garden. Yeah, that’s what I want.”

A garden. Tomatoes for homemade pico de gallo, a rainbow of bell peppers, maybe even some strawberries. Something to watch after, something to care for. She could get behind that.

Vanessa is almost down to the bottom of her glass, and Brooke notices.

“Another?” Brooke asks.

“No, I should get going actually.” She checks the time on her phone. “ Fuck , how is it already one in the morning? And I have to work tomorrow.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I kept you.” Brooke hadn’t been paying attention to the time, and barely even felt tired. “Are you all right getting home? Is that going to be safe for you?” Brooke is ready to offer her guest bedroom in a heartbeat.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine, he’ll be asleep anyway.” Vanessa kicks back the rest of her scotch, bats her eyes rapidly as she swallows. “And if he gets jealous later, I’ll tell him there’s nothing to worry about.”

“Right,” Brooke says without thinking.

“Because there’s nothing to worry about, right?”

And then there’s a moment. Vanessa’s gaze is locked in on her, and the seriousness of the question settles in the air. Something inside Brooke lurches, and suddenly she feels like she’s 20 and drunk at a college party, swaddled in the allure of breaking the rules and accepting an unlikely invitation. Oh .

(She could kiss her. She could lean over the arm of the couch, wrap those curls around her fingers, catch those too-expectant lips with her own. And it wouldn’t feel too out of place, because Vanessa is young and gorgeous and seems to conduct electricity. She feels it sparkling right now on the back of her neck, urging her forward, drawing her in, and fuck it she might just go for–)

Brooke’s brain catches up with her body, context and the words Vanessa had just said snap into place, and Brooke sits back two inches in her chair.

“Right,” she repeats. She stalled too long to pass it off casually. Vanessa doesn’t flinch.

“Well. Thank you for the drinks.” Vanessa smiles that same brilliant smile as she pushes her hair over her shoulder and smooths her skirt. “Let’s do this again.”

Brooke is certain she imagined it. She plays that split second back in her mind as Vanessa pulls on her coat, because there’s nothing to worry about, right ringing in her ears. But no, she had to be joking, they’re drunk, it’s late, Vanessa’s got a boyfriend and Brooke’s recently murdered husband probably hasn’t even started decomposing. There’s no way.

(She could have kissed her.)

“You’re walking?” Brooke finally manages.

“Uber.” Vanessa holds up her phone to show her the app. “Arriving soon.”

“Let me give you my number, and you can text me when you get home safe.” Brooke is feeling confused but also bold, so when Vanessa hands over her phone, she adds an emoji next to her contact name. A little black heart. Vanessa smiles when she sees it.

“Goodnight, Vanessa.”

“Goodnight, Brooke.”

Vanessa hesitates before turning to go, then stands on her tip toes and presses a kiss high on Brooke’s cheek. Could just be a goodbye. Could be something more. Brooke doesn’t know, because Vanessa has disappeared toward the car waiting in front of her home with the blinkers on before Brooke can ask any questions.

The door clicks shut. Brooke sits back down, taking the rest of the scotch in her glass like it’s a shot. She rubs the back of her neck, and looks down at her hand, half expecting the lingering sparks to come away as glitter. There’s nothing.

Vanessa texts her a simple got home safe! about twenty minutes later, and Brooke responds with another goodnight! Vanessa texts back a black heart, and Brooke stares at it for what is probably a little too long.

Brooke settles into her bed warm and drunk and spinning for too many reasons, most of which she can’t put words to. The house doesn’t creak tonight.

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