#he’s in ONE sketch . sorry kiddo </3

[giddlygoat]

these are all dt17 btw i just think they would wear the classic fits for funsies

[muggycuphead]

weird flex but ok i guess pt.32

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War…Hold up, do we really need a warning for this one? Dunno, but however, watch out for slightly disturbing and kinda…disgusting imagery, trypophobic patterns, as well as ‘necrotic’ (and dark themed) designs I made while having funky fever bc o h m y g o d do I get a little crazier every new quarantine day (and at this point it’s coming to be an usual thing for me, big sad). However, most are made no other than for the sole sake of satire, so y’know, no need to get your underwear in a twist

Friday Night Funkin’ BoyFriend’s Hood – AU fanconcept sketches [XXVII]

1. Blown away

Title says it all

2. The worst outcome

(After hitting the floor a few times, GF checks on BF to see if he’s alright, who, aside the blow he got from Charcoil and other hits beforehand, he’s mostly fine, but still unconscious)

(GF lifts her glance, and sees what has come out of Charcoil’s dirty move) “…Oh…oh no…” (Regret raises up on her face, as she feels like crying) “What have I done…?”

That sure gives the term “gaslight” a new meaning…in more than a way

Charcoil’s an ass still

Yeah ik I created him but he’s a mf I don’t like what he doin’ to my funky kiddos

3.  Defeated by the flames

(Minutes after the fire started, BF starts to wake up, both by the smell of smoke and GF’s silent yet hearable-for-him whimpers)

(GF gasps) “B! You’re…awake…!”

(Uneasy) “Ugh…what happened…? Why does it smell like…?” (BF sees the entrance of the shop burst onto flames, as his face shifts into a horrified expression, unable to muster any words, as he gets up and takes a few steps, staring blankly shocked to the scene occurring in front of him)

(GF shakens, nervous of what BF could be thinking of her) “I-I didn’t mean to! I…I had no idea he’d…! I was just…!” (Snaps into tears) “I’m sorry!”

(BF turns to her, confused) “…You did this?”

(GF pauses her crying to try talking through her tears) “I tried to attack him with my own fire mostly out of frustration, and he threw an oil container at it. I couldn’t do more from there other than just protect you from the explosion and…and…” (GF resumes crying)

(Pitiful) “G...” (Before getting the chance to reassure her it wasn’t really her fault, he get interrupted)

“Man, with friends like these, why’d ya need enemies anyway?”

:’/

4. “You’ll regret this someday!”

(BF’s face expression goes from blank to angry, as he turns quickly to where the voice’s at, facing Charcoil who’s in-between the flames inside the slowly falling apart workshop, frowning with resent) “…Hrg…” (Really pissed, decides to drop the bomb) “Fuck you! Fuck you all the way to the lowest of hell! Damn you hard, you piece of scum, garbage and rotten, melted shit! I swear to god, if life doesn’t snap your rocky dick in half, I’ll make you pay for this if we ever come across again! You’ll regret this someday! I’ll make sure of it even if I have to deep-fry my own ass for it! Curse you!” (Stops to take a breath, and shortly after, tries to spit towards the flames, with it evaporating on the process)

(Smugly amused) “Haha! Now that’s a mouthful even for a little kid like you” (Smirks maliciously) “I’d love to see if that ever happens, and if it’s from your hands, all I’ll ask is: Make sure to aim the right way, unlike your little hoe”

(BF flips him the bird with a ugly scowl on his face, and then, Charcoil proceeds to disappear thorough the flames, not to be seen again)

So much for trying :(…

[fanficbambiandy]

𝟘𝟙.𝟘𝟚. 𝕎𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕘𝕠

Word count: 10.4k

Summary: After Jess's untimely death, the gang have to keep their heads on and protect the world. This time Sam, Dean and Ariana are facing off with a wendigo.

A/N: Episode two is here>:) I'm sorry it took so long, but I didn't really have that much time, with school and going to drawing. I'm afraid that Ariana turned out a bit of a nuisance in this episode, but oh well, can't blame a girl for not wanting her family to die from mister wendigo. WHILE THIS FANFIC IS WRITTEN WITH A SPECIFIC OC, YOU CAN ALWAYS REPLACE WORDS AND NAMES TO SUIT YOU!

Baby was driving down the road, her back window slightly ajar with two fingers and a cigarette hanging from it. Ariana was looking at the road they were passing, it looked more like a mirage, everything a blur of lavish green trees and welting yellow grass. It was November after all.

She looked down at the open journal on her lap. It was filled with many-a-things: sketches, diary entries, poems. It wasn’t her only one though, she had accumulated at least twenty during her lifetime, all filled with her thoughts, be it written or drawn.

The green-eyed huntress looked to the front, where she noticed her partner quickly averting his from the rear-view mirror. She smiled, slightly, he always made her smile somehow. Looking at the seat besides Dean, Ariana saw his brother finally closing his eyes and resting. After what happened with Jess, Sam couldn’t sleep, nightmares keeping him up. Every hunter knew what it meant, how it felt, but it didn’t seem to help anyone, not Dean, not Ariana and certainly not Sam.

Taking her final drag of smoke, Ariana took her cleaned out cigarette jar and threw the bud in, her silver ring clinking against the glass. It seemed the ring had always been with her, even when she couldn’t wear it on her finger, the ring would hang on her neck. Ariana herself was never big on jewellery. She liked it of course, but the woman couldn’t exactly think about such things with everything in her life. The silver ring with a hidden, refillable holy water flask and a bronze pendant with a black pearl set inside of it, that’s all she had left of her mother. A mother she didn’t quite remember.

But her sombre thoughts were interrupted by her phone buzzing in her pocket. Flipping it open she saw five messages:

╿✉ (5) 10:34 ╿

╿Messages received (5) ╿

╿Dad <3 (3) ╿

╿Jane (2) ╿

Clicking the first contact, the messages popped up:

╿✉ (2) 10:34 ╿

╿ Dad<3 ╿

╿ Nov. 9 20:16 ╿

╿You, okay? ╿

╿I’m guessing the big idjit ╿

╿came by? ╿

╿ Nov. 10 08:57 ╿

╿Stay safe, got it kiddos? ╿

Ariana typed out a quick response to Bobby, saying that she was okay, that her Dean and Sam were looking for John. She also added a small heart afterwards. Opening the other message was harder, not because of technical difficulties, purely emotional ones. Jane and Ariana had been friendssince middle-school, with many bumps in the road. And while Ariana would never admit it out loud, she was scared.

╿✉ 10:36 ╿

╿ Jane ╿

╿ Nov. 7 19:38 ╿

╿Heard u were out of town? ╿

╿Hope everything is OK, ╿

╿miss u <3 ╿

The huntress looked at the message for a couple of minutes, toying with her necklace, before abruptly shutting her phone and digging in her leather jackets pocket for another cigarette.

“Everything okay there?” Dean’s low voice rumbled almost imitating Baby.

“Yeah, just-,” Ariana stopped herself, mulling over her answer, “Dad messaged, that’s it,” She mumbled, putting the roll-up to her lips.

“Don’t bullshit me, Ari,” Dean said, his tone gentle, understanding.

Rolling down the window, his partner blew out a puff, “Girl problems,” a murmur.

However, before Dean could continue the conversation, Sam jerked awake, blinking away the image. Both of the older hunters looked over at him concerned.

“You, okay?” He asked his brother, eyes still on the road.

“Yeah, I'm fine,” Sam answered, quickly glancing at Dean.

“Another nightmare?” The green-eyed hunter asked again.

Instead of an answer, he gets Sammy clearing his throat.

“You wanna drive for a while?” Dean inquire, his lip slightly twitching up.

“Dean, your whole life you never once asked me that.” Sam laughed.

“Just thought you might want to. Never mind,” Dean explained himself, slightly annoyed, that his attempts at helping weren’t actually helping.

“Look, man, you're worried about me,” Sam started, “that both of you are worried,” He thought back to how Ariana offered him her blanket, she kept in the back, “I get it, and thank you guys, but I'm perfectly okay.”

Both Ariana and Dean looked at each other through the rear-view mirror, both of their eyebrows raised, a dead-panned expression, “Suuuuuuure,” Ariana uttered, turning to look through the window again, she heard Sam rustling with the map.

After a couple of awkward beats of silence, Ariana hinted at something, “You know, I haven’t driven Baby in a-”

“No.” Dean cut her off sternly.

“Oh come! Why not,” Ariana whined back at him.

“Till your weird black-out’s stop, you don’t have any driving privileges,” He explained, obviously not budging on the topic.

“It’s not even that big of a deal,” Ariana mumbled, sliding back into her lovely back seat.

This time Sam looked at her through the rear-view mirror, “This happened before?” He asked, his eyebrows pinched together.

“Yeah, but it’s not a big deal,” She murmured.

“Suuuuuuuure,” Dean repeated her words back at her.

“Yeah, yeah, better tell us where we are, Dee,” Ariana said, trying to stir the conversation as far away from her weird blackouts.

“We are just outside of Grand Junction,” He responded.

“You know what? Maybe we shouldn't have left Stanford so soon,” Sam muttered, immediately followed by a heavy sigh from Dean, “Sam, we dug around there for a week. We came up with nothing. If you wanna find the thing that killed Jessica-”

“We gotta find dad first,” Sam finished.

“Dad disappearing, and this thing showing up again after twenty years, it's no coincidence. Dad will have answers. He'll know what to do,” the older brother reassured.

“We’re gonna find him, Sam,” Ariana added, a gentle smile gracing her lips, “if one thing is for sure, I am douchebag magnet,” She gave a teasing grin to the brothers. From a young age she had troubles with John and years really didn’t help tame her distaste of him. Dean just looked at her, not the slightest bit impressed.

“It's weird, guys. These coordinates he left us. This Blackwater Ridge,” Sam cut in, looking confused at the piece of paper in front of him.

“What about it?” Dean asked, peeking over at the map.

“There's nothing there. It's just woods,” Sam set down the map, “Why is he sending us to the middle of nowhere?”

“I don’t know, Sam, but we’re gonna find out soon enough,” Ariana said, the sign with Welcome to LOST CREEK COLORADO National Forestreflecting in her eyes.

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“So, Blackwater Ridge is pretty remote,” Sam commented as he and Ariana were looking over the 3D model of the park, “It's cut off by these canyons here, rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place.”

“Dude, check out the size of this freaking bear,” Dean called out to them. As Ariana and Sam made their way to the photo, the woman realized it was a hunting photo. And while the animal was truly magnificent, it was dead.

“Oh, wow, what more fun can big macho men have if not murdering natural wildlife in its own habitat,” She huffed, her eyes glaring at the man in the photo, “Besides the crimes their committing against animals, it might not be our case. Maybe John misunderstood something.”

“Maybe… I mean there’s gotta be at least a dozen or more grizzlies in the area. It's no nature hike, that's for sure.” Sam thought aloud. “You kids aren't planning on going out near Blackwater Ridge by any chance?” A ranger spoke up behind them, forcing the group to abruptly turn around.

“Oh, no, sir, we're environmental study majors from UC Boulder, just working on a paper,” Sam spoke first, smoothly making up the lie, which even Ariana was impressed by.

“Recycle, man,” Dean raising his fist in the air, Ariana trying her best to control the upcoming laugh.

“Bull,” the ranger argued, his coffee cup in his hand. The three hunters tried not to the show the shock on their features, Sam turning at Dean and Ariana, whose former smile was wiped off, “You're friends with that Haley girl, right?”

“Yes.” After a few milliseconds of debating Ariana and Dean both spoke at the same time.

“Yes, we are, ranger…” Ariana had an inquisitive tone, lowering her lashes and shily biting her lip at the ranger.

“Wilkinson,” the man stuttered, his ear tips slightly reddening.

“Wilkinson,” Ariana repeated, giving him a flirtatious smirk.

Coughing slightly, the old man looked to Dean and Sam, “Well, I will tell you exactly what we told her. Her brother filled out a backcountry permit saying he wouldn't be back from Blackwater until the 24th, so it's not exactly a missing persons now, is it?” Both Dean and Ariana were nodding along, though neither quite caring for the man’s explanation, “You tell that girl to quit worrying, I'm sure her brother's just fine.”

“We will. Well, that Haley girl's quite a pistol, huh?” Dean asked, throwing a smirk to the man.

“That is putting it mildly,” The man answered, and Ariana had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. Yes, worrying about a loved one is absolutely insane. No matter, Ariana slowly made her way to the ranger, while speaking.

“Actually, ranger Wilkinson, I think Haley would calm down if we could show her a copy of that backcountry permit. You know, so she could see her brother's return date,” Ariana asked, plastering a sweet smile and at the end of the sentence biting her lip.

The ranger eyed her, denying them the paper on the tip of his tongue.

“But I understand if that’s out of your jurisdiction, I just thought, a man who looks as powerful as you do, would surely be able to do so. Ranger Wilkinson,” Ariana looked at him through her lashes, trailing her fingers over his nametag.

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The group walked out of the ranger station, Dean and Ariana chuckling at how easy it was to get the permit.

“Can’t believe he fell or that,” Dean laughed, looking at the paper, slinging his arm around Ari.

“What, are you guys doing? Cruising for hook-ups or something?” Sam asked, annoyed.

“What do you mean?” Dean asked, genuinely confused.

“Well, whatever that was between Ariana and ranger Wilkinson for one. The coordinates point to Blackwater Ridge, so what are we waiting for? Let's just go find dad. I mean, why even talk to this girl?” Sam looked at his partners exasperated.

At this point they had reached the Impala, Ariana, and Dean on one side, while Sam was on the other one.

“Yeah, as if mister ranger could hit it. We needed info Sam, get used to my methods,” Ariana scoffed, not happy with the 180 turn of Sam’s usually thoughtful demeanor.

“And, I don’t know, maybe we should know what we're walking into before we actually walk into it?” Dean looked at Sam confused. Both him and Ariana were looking at Sam. “What?” The man in question asked, ridiculously annoyed with everything. “Since when are you all shoot first ask questions later, anyway?” Dean asked, slightly leaning on the Impala, a little smirk on his lips.

“Since now,” Sam said, expressionless.

“Well, I suggest you drop that shit, because that’s not how this goes,” Ariana had a stony expression on her face, as she climbed into the backseat. She was empathetic to Sam’s grieving, but no matter what a case is a case, no stone is left unturned.

Meanwhile, Dean had a stunned and even pleased look, muttering ‘Oh, really?’ before getting in.

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The group was standing in front of a wooden door with three windows on top. Dean knocked and a pretty woman, with wavy brown hair and a small build, opened the door, a confused look on her face.

“You must be Haley Collins. I'm Dean, this is Sam, and that’s Ariana we're, ah, we're rangers with the Park Service. Ranger Wilkinson sent us over. He wanted us to ask a few questions about your brother Tommy,” Dean introduced themselves.

“Lemme see some ID,” Haley demanded, Ariana seeing just how much the woman didn’t trust their cover story. Dean still did comply, showing her a fake ID through the screen door, her eyes running over the card, before looking up at the oldest brother, who flashed her a boyish grin. At that she opened the door, “Come on in.”

“Thanks,” Dean said, Sam and Ariana continuing to stay silent. But before Haley moved away from the door, something caught her eye.

“That yours?” She asked, looking over at the Impala.

“Yeah,” A proud glint in his eyes, Ariana noted, a tiny smile forming on her own lips.

“Nice car,” Haley replied, before going inside, Dean following, or so it seemed, because he turned back to Ariana and Sam mouthing something. While Sam rolled his eyes at his brother’s antics, Ariana made an obnoxious kissy face at him and whispered, “Don’t let the dick stroking get to your balls.”

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“So, if Tommy's not due back for a while, how do you know something's wrong?” Sam questioned, the group now standing in the dining room.

“He checks in every day by cell. He emails, photos, stupid little videos—we haven't heard anything in over three days now,” Haley explained, carrying two bowls from the kitchen, putting them down in front of her brother, Ben.

“Maybe he can’t get reception?” Ariana tried, looking at the woman kindly.

“He's got a satellite phone, too,” Haley added, Ariana’s theory going straight out the window doing a summersault. “Could it be he's just having fun and forgot to check in?” Dean asked, his arms crossed over his chest.

“He wouldn't do that,” Haley’s brother finally spoke, his voice exhausted and annoyed. However, when Dean’s intense gaze fell on the brother, he quickly averted his gaze back to the plate. “Our parents are gone. It's just my two brothers and me. We all keep pretty close tabs on each other,” Haley explained, Ariana looking at Dean and Sam, the parallels almost a mockery.

“Can I see the pictures he sent you?” Sam asked, unintentionally forming finger guns that pointed towards her computer.

“Yeah,” Haley nods.

All of them had huddled up around her laptop, a photo of a young man in a tent came on screen.

“That's Tommy,” Haley clarified, clicking twice as other photos appeared, the last being a video.

“Hey Haley, day six, we're still out near Blackwater Ridge. We're fine, keeping safe, so don't worry, okay? Talk to you tomorrow.” Ariana and Sam both tensed up: in the video there was a quick shadow running through. The woman’s hand slightly squeezed the youngest’s shoulder, informing him, she saw it too.

“Well, we'll find your brother. We're heading out to Blackwater Ridge first thing,” Dean spoke reassuringly.

“Then maybe I'll see you there,” Haley retorted, all of the hunters looking at each other concerned for a split second, “Look, I can't sit around here anymore. So, I hired a guy. I'm heading out in the morning, and I'm gonna find Tommy myself,” Haley explained her eyes carrying a passionate flame. And while Ariana admired the woman’s enthusiasm and hope, she slightly shook her head at the idea, going back to looking at the screen.

“I think I know how you feel,” Dean looked at her, nodding. “Hey, would it be okay if you forwarded it to, Sam?” Ariana interrupted, still intently looking at the screen.

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Having finished up at Haley’s house the group headed towards a local bar for some research, before tomorrow’s hunt. Ariana was seated opposite of Sam, both of them on their laptops doing research, when suddenly the green-eyed huntresses ears picked up on a sound, a sound of a game of pool beginning. Turning her head towards the pool table, she sized up the players, would it even be worth trying to play them…

“Not tonight, sweet cheeks,” Dean interrupted, plopping besides her and throwing his arm around her shoulders.

“Fine,” She sighed, “but I could’ve gotten some easy cash,” Ariana added, going back to typing some words into the search bar.

“Don’t doubt it, sunshine,” Dean smiled at her.

“So, Blackwater Ridge doesn't get a lot of traffic. Local campers, mostly. But still, this past April, two hikers went missing out there. They were never found,” Sam started.

“Any before that?” Dean asks, as Ariana scoots John’s open journal to the middle of the table. A top of the pages laid a torn-out newspaper article.

“Yup, in 1982, eight different people vanished in the same year. Authorities of course claim it was a grizzly attack,” Ariana described her tone slightly ironic. Dean took the article into his hands, looking over the contents. “And again in 1959, and again before that in 1936. Like clockwork every 23 years,” Ariana concluded.

“Okay but watch this. Here's a clincher. I downloaded that guy Tommy's video to the laptop. Check this out,” Sam redirected the attention to his laptops screen that was turned towards Ariana and Dean. He clicked through three frames of the video one at a time, a shadow running through.

“Do it again,” Dean asked, looking intently at the screen, Sam doing so.

“That’s three frames. That’s a fraction of a second. Whatever that thing is, it can move,” Sam determined.

“And the one thing I remember from physics, bears don’t move that fast,” Ariana added, Sam looking at her confused, why the hell would that come up during physics?

Suddenly Dean playfully smacked Sam across the chest, “Told you something weird was going on.”

“Yeah,” Sam sighed.

“That’s not all though,” Ariana handed Dean another article, “In ’59 one camper survived this supposed grizzly attack. A kid. Barely crawled out of the woods alive.”

Dean looked at his partners, “You got a name?”

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Baby pulled out in front of a house, a man sitting on his porch unsuccessfully trying to light his cigarette. Ariana, followed by Dean and Sam walked up to the man, taking out her own lighter and offering it to the man, “Mr. Shaw?” She asked, the man taking her lighter, finally lighting the bud.

“In the flesh,” He looked at her, giving the small metal box back.

“We’re park rangers from Blackwater Ridge and we were wondering if we could talk about the attack you experienced in ’59,” Ariana asked, her eyebrows pinched together.

The old man stood up, nodding his head for the group to come inside.

“Look, rangers, I don't know why you're asking me about this. It's public record. I was a kid. My parents got mauled by a-” Mr. Shaw said, his voice hoarse.

“Grizzly? That's what attacked them?” Sam interrupted, which Ariana wasn’t pleased with his brash nature. But it seemed it nicked something for the man in front of them. He nodded, slowly turning around to look at the ‘rangers.’

“The other people that went missing that year, those bear attacks too?” Dean pushed, looking at the man, “What about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing?”

A beat of silence passed over them, before Ariana’s softer voice cut through the room, “Mr. Shaw, I know it must have been horrible to go through that as kid, but if we knew what we were dealing with, we might able to stop it for good.”

“I seriously doubt that. Anyways, I don't see what difference it would make,” The man said, tiredness leaking through his words as he sat down, “You wouldn't believe me. Nobody ever did.”

Ariana looked at the man, no pity, just sympathy gleaming in her eyes. She approached the man, sitting down in front of him, placing her hand atop of his wrinkled one, looking directly into his own tormented eyes, her voice soft, “I promise you; we’ll believe you. What did you see?”

The man paused, his eyebrows scrunched together, his eyes just slightly sparkling with unshed tears, “Nothing… It moved too fast to see. It hid too well. I heard it, though. A roar. Like...no man or animal I ever heard.” At the end of his recounting, Shaw had one tear slip down his face, but Ariana during that whole time didn’t look away, gently rubbing her thumb over his hand.

“It came at night?” Sam asked behind Ariana, trying to keep his voice low as well. Shaw nodded, not looking at any of them.

“Got inside your tent?” Sam inquired again.

“It got inside our cabin. I was sleeping in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn't smash a window or break the door. It unlocked it. Do you know of a bear that could do something like that? I didn't even wake up till I heard my parents screaming,” One tear seemed to almost slip down again, but he blinked it away.

“It killed them?” Sam, almost surprised, asked.

“Dragged them off into the night,” He started shaking his head, “Why it left me alive...been asking myself that ever since.” The man slipped his hand out from under Ariana’s, tugging his collar down revealing claw mark scars on his neck, “Did leave me this, though. There's something evil in those woods. It was some sort of a demon.”

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The three of them were walking down the corridor of the motel, rooms on either side. It was dark, a blue tint coming in through the window.

“Spirits and demons don't have to unlock doors. If they want inside, they just go through the walls,” Dean thought out loud.

“So, it's probably something else, something corporeal,” Sam suggested.

“Corporeal? Excuse me, professor.” At Dean’s remark Ariana huffed out a laugh.

“Shut up,” Sam directed that to both of them, “So, what do you guys think?”

“I mean considering the claws and speed, could be a black dog, skin walker… If we were closer to the north, I’d say adlet,” Ariana speculated.

“Well, whatever we're talking about, we're talking about a creature, and it's corporeal. Which means we can kill it,” Dean smirked at his companions.

Dean popped up Baby’s trunk open, propping the weapon’s compartment up with a shotgun before he and Ariana started putting some guns in a duffel bag.

“We cannot let that Haley girl go out there,” Sam said, leaning down to the two of them.

“Oh yeah? What are we gonna tell her? That she can't go into the woods because of a big scary monster?” Dean asked?

“Yeah,” Sam said, as if it were the most logical answer. “Sam, with peace and love, repeat that again. How do you think that would play out? Sunshine and friendship bracelets? My bets on ambulance and straitjackets,” Ariana said, looking at Sam. “Funny,” Dean looked at Ariana before turning his attention to Sam, “Her brother's missing, Sam. She's not gonna just sit this out. Now we go with her, we protect her, and we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy predator friend.” Dean explained, grabbing the duffel bag, meanwhile Ariana shut the boot of the Impala.

“Finding dad's not enough?” Sam questioned, annoyance seeping into his words, “Now we gotta babysit too?”

Ariana and Dean were looking at Sam, disbelief etched into their eyebrows.

“What?” Sam challenged.

“Nothing,” Dean answered, trying to make his way away from the situation.

“No, you know what not nothing,” Ariana finally said, looking straight up at Sam’s eyes. Dean was about to call out to her to stop, but she beat him to it, “Look, I get that your grieving, that you’re going through shit, that you want to avenge Jess, and I’m here for you, both of us are, we can listen, we can console, but you better drop this stuck-up attitude. I get that you want answers, that you want to find your father, but we have job that requires us to take care of that girl and kill that monster. It’s not fucking babysitting. It’s what we do: make sure that people are safe, help them. So, you better get used to how we work,” Ariana concluded, her eyes burning, jaw clenched, turning back to their motel room, Dean following after.

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Dean slowed the car down to a stop in front of a group: Haley, Ben and some man, Ariana didn’t recognize, but assumed to be the one hired to help, stared at them. All of them getting out the car, Ariana yanking a heavy duffel on one of her shoulders, the other one with a flimsy backpack. Sam almost immediately took the heavier duffel bag, “Thanks,” She mumbled.

“You guys got room for three more?” Dean called out throwing his arms out.

“Wait, you want to come with us?” Haley asked, a slight smile coming on her lips as she looked at Dean.

“Who are these guys?” The man behind her asked, “Apparently this is all the park service could muster up for the search and rescue,” Haley explained, Sam walking past her.

“Ouch,” Ariana whispered to Dean, looking at Haley with a raised eyebrow. “You're rangers?” The man asked again, pointedly looking at Dean.

“That's right,” Dean nodded.

“And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?” Haley challenged.

Dean looked down at himself, “Well, sweetheart, I don't do shorts,” he said, both of the hunters, in their jeans and biker boots, making their way past Haley.

“What, you think this is funny? It's dangerous back country out there. Her brother might be hurt.” The man asked, annoyed at them. Sam turned back to look at him.

“Believe me, sugar, we know exactly how dangerous this can get. We just want to help them find their brother,” Ariana intervened.

“Why don’t you and your buddies get back in that car of yours and get lost, before you ruin your manicure. As if a pretty little doll like you know something about danger?”

“Well, I know that if you don’t shut your mouth now, your dick will be in severe danger, doll,” She replied, looking at the man, her eyes dangerously shining. She made her way past him, deliberately hitting the douche-bags shoulder. “Oh no! Dean I think I chipped my nails on this jerk’s fragile masculinity,” Ariana whined in a high-pitched noise, putting her hand on her forehead as a true primidone. Dean was smirking at her, which she returned, before making her way forwards, whispering ‘Dick’ under her nose. She made her way towards Sam, falling into step with him.

“Nice to know you didn’t lose your acting tricks,” Sam said, side-eyeing Ariana, a tiny smirk on his lips.

“Oh, I wasn’t acting, his dick is definitely in danger, if he keeps up the act,” Ariana then looked at Sam with a very telling look.

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The group had been hiking through the woods, for a while now, Roy, the hired jerk, leading the way, Dean following him, Ariana behind Dean, Ben, Haley, and Sam bringing up the rear. While Ariana didn’t find the company, specifically Roy, enjoyable, she didn’t mind the hike itself, the park was really beautiful. Next time though, Dean is carrying the backpack.

“Roy, you said you did a little hunting,” Dean attempted at an ice breaker.

“Yeah, more than a little.” Roy answered dismissively.

“Uh-huh. What kind of furry critters do you hunt?” Dean continued.

“Mostly buck, sometimes bear.” At this Ariana rolls her eyes, ‘Of course.’ Dean made his way froward, Roy now behind him.

“Tell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?” At this Ariana giggled, not even trying to hide it. But it seemed Roy wasn’t humoured, grabbing Dean by his jacket. The group immediately stopped, Ariana already tensing up, and sizing Roy up.

“Whatcha doing, Roy?” Dean asked tentatively. Instead of responding, Roy bent down, picking up a stink and poking it at the ground, where it was captured by a bear trap. A bear trap, that Dean’s foot was about to end up in.

“You should watch where you're stepping. Ranger,” Roy said smugly.

“It's a bear trap,” Dean announced, slightly turning back to the rest of the group.

“Smooth, Casanova,” Ariana muttered, just enough for Dean to hear, to which he grumbled, making his way forwards, Haley quickly following after him, slightly bumping Ariana out of the way.

“You didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffel bag. You're not rangers,” Haley stated, finally grabbing Dean by his sleeve, “So who the hell are you?”

Ariana and Sam stopped behind Haley, catching Dean’s eyes, silently asking if he’s got it. Dean nodded at them, motioning them to keep moving. Sam left without a question, meanwhile Ariana looked for a moment longer, before reluctantly following the younger brother.

“Sam and I are brothers, and we're looking for our father. He might be here, we don't know. I just figured that you and me, we're in the same boat,” Dean explained, his lips slightly pursed.

“And her? Is she you sister?” Haley prodded, nodding her head towards Ariana.

“Ariana? Nah, she- she isn’t our sister,” Dean said, looking at the woman in question, her unruly hair sticking out from her messy bun, her back straight, walking besides Sammy, even though they weren’t talking. What wasn’t she to him? She was his partner, his right hand, his shoulder to cry on, the one who would open her arms to him after a nightmare, the one who would keep his hands warm, and make sure he wore a scarf, when it was cold out… She was his best friend. His bestest friend. “She’s- she’s a- a really great friend,” He finally said, looking at how Ariana finally said something to Sam, her lips instantly forming into a teasing smile. Dean’s features were graced with a smile at the sight.

“A great friend, huh,” Haley looked at him, with a raised eyebrow, “Why didn't you just tell me that from the start?” She asked, pulling Dean out of his daydream.

“I'm telling you now. 'sides, it's probably the most honest I've ever been with a woman. ...ever. I mean, not counting Ariana. So, we okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

“And what do you mean we didn't pack provisions? Hey, Singer!” At this Ariana stopped and turned back, looking at him expectantly, “Provisions!” Dean called out. His partner swiftly took out a big yellow bag with the M&M logo on it, tossing it directly into his outstretched hand, “If what, we also have Oreos,” Ariana called out to him.

At that Dean looked at Haley, with a smirk already plastered on his face, and he reached into the yellow bag. “That woman is ready for the apocalypse,” With a final wink, he made his way towards Ariana.

Haley looks at them for a moment longer, before walking forward.

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“This is it. Blackwater Ridge,” Roy announced, turning back to look at the group.

“What coordinates are we at?” Sam asks, moving past Roy to the front.

At that the man takes out a GPS and fidget with it before, “Thirty-five and minus one-eleven.”

Ariana and Dean made their way to Sam, a bit further away from the group.

“You guys hear that?” Dean asked, taking in his surroundings.

“There’s nothing to hear,” Ariana commented, feeling uneasy, something here is really really wrong.

“I'm gonna go take a look around,” Roy declared, pocketing his device.

“You shouldn't go off by yourself,” Sam warned.

“That's sweet,” Roy said, making his way to the front, before he could pass them completely, Ariana grabbed him by the arm, “Listen, dickwad, we need to stay together.”

“Don’t worry about me, sweetie,” he said, shrugging of her hand, which to be fair wasn’t that hard, and slightly waving his gun at them, before walking away, taking the lead again.

“All right, everybody stays together. Let's go,” Dean said, turning to look at the rest of the group, waiting for Haley and Ben to catch up.

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Dean, Ariana, Sam, Ben, and Haley were looking around the giant rocks, when they heard Roy call out, “Haley, over here!” Who took off, running towards Roy’s voice, the rest of the group hot on her tail, before everyone suddenly came to a halt, as Haley exclaimed. The campsite was ransacked: the tent was ripped and mangled, with blood stains, the supplies strewn around the area.

“Looks like a grizzly,” Roy commented on the scene. Dean, Ariana and Sam after taking in the scene started walking around the campsite, inspecting. Looking at what was presented to them, all of them realised, this isn’t what they first thought.

“Tommy?” Haley called out, getting the backpack off her. “Tommy!” She cried out, this time louder.

“Shh,” Sam ran up to her.

“Tommy!” One last time before, Sam shushed her again, “Why?”

“Something might still be out there,” He explained looking around the greenery.

“Sam.” Dean hollered, getting his brother’s attention.

Sam jumped over the tree root, finally reaching Ariana and Dean who were crouched down, looking at something.

“The bodies were dragged from the campsite. But here, the tracks just vanish. That's weird,” Dean said, the three of them standing up.

“Well, we can rule out the skin walker and black dog theory,” Ariana stated, a nagging hypothesis at the back of her mind. Dean nodded, agreeing with her. Before making their way back to the rest of the group.

When they came back to the camp site, Ariana spotted Haley picking something up from the ground, taking a closer look it was mangled and bloodied phone. The woman’s shoulders slightly shook, before Dean crouched down next to her, looking at the thing in her hand, “Hey, he could still be alive.” At least he tried, Ariana could give him that. Haley must have not been impressed with that either.

The tranquillity of the scene was interrupted by a scream, “Help! Help!” Roy immediately took the lead, while Dean took out a pistol from his back pocket and cocked it.

“Help! Somebody!” The person cried out more, but when they reached the clearing from where the sound was coming from, there was no one there.

“It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn't it?” Haley questioned.

Everyone stopped, making no sound and intently looking around their surroundings. Ariana’s gut telling her it was a trap, “Everybody back to camp,” She ordered.

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As the group finally came back running back to the campsite, it became clear, that the person in distress was nothing, but a distraction.

“Our packs!” Haley noted, looking around the almost empty ground.

“So much for my GPS and my satellite phone,” Roy muttered, annoyed at the entire situation.

“What the hell is going on?” Haley asked, no one in particular.

“It's smart. It wants to cut us off so we can't call for help,” Sam explains aloud.

“You mean someone, some nutjob out there just stole all our gear,” Roy inquires, clearly not understanding the situation.

“No, Roy, not someone,” Ariana noted, her lips pursed, turning to look at her partners, “Guys, I need to talk to you. Alone.”

The three of them made their way further away from the group, being cautious about the area they were walking around.

“Good. Let me see dad's journal,” Sam looked at Dean, who gave his younger brother the book. Sam started flittering between the pages, while Ariana spoke up, “Okay, listen, I know it might sound stupid, but I think we may have a wendigo on our hands.”

“Oh, come on, Ari! Wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or, or northern Michigan. I've never even heard of one this far west,” Dean protested.

“Think about it, Dean, the claws, the way it can mimic a human voice,” Sam interrupted, pointing to their father’s journal.

“Great,” Dean sassed, showing his pistol, “Well, then this is useless.”

Ariana nodded her head, eyebrows raising for a second, “Yup…”

Sam looked at his companions, before pushing John’s journal into Dean’s chest and making his way towards the camp, before promptly stopping, “We gotta get these people to safety.”

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“All right, listen up, it's time to go. Things have gotten...more complicated,” Sam called out to the group as he made his way back to the campsite, Dean and Ariana following after him.

“What?” Haley demanded.

“Kid, don't worry. Whatever's out there, I think I can handle it,” Roy tried to control the situation.

“It's not me I'm worried about. If you shoot this thing, you're just gonna make it mad. We have to leave. Now,” Sam continued, Dean and Ariana already knowing how this will end.

“One, you're talking nonsense. Two, you're in no position to give anybody orders,” Roy raised his voice.

“Relax,” “Can it, Roy,” both Dean and Ariana told Roy.

“We never should have let you come out here in the first place, all right? I'm trying to protect you,” Sam explained.

“You protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you good night,” Roy spat, getting into Sam’s space.

“Yeah? It's a damn near perfect hunter. It's smarter than you, and it's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid sorry ass out of here,” Sam continued, a slight condescending smile passing his lips.

Roy pushed on Sam’s shoulder, “You know you're crazy, right?”

“Yeah? You ever hunt a wen-” Sam was interrupted by Dean pushing him away from Roy, followed by an order, “Chill out.”

“Roy!” Haley on her side trying to defuse the situation called out.

“Listen up, fucking cum splat, I’ve had enough of your bullshit. You have no clue what’s going on, so, shut your trap and listen to us,” Ariana hissed at Roy, her eyes hard.

“And you need to learn a thing or two about manners, show some respect, girlie,” Roy jeered. Ariana’s palm was already scrunched up in a tight fist, ready to right-hook the man, but Dean grabbed her hand, “Chill the fuck out, Singer.”

“Stop. Stop it. Everybody just stop. Look. Tommy might still be alive. And I'm not leaving here without him,” Haley was looking directly at the group, determination in her eyes.

Dean looked back at his brother and friend. Ariana didn’t seem pleased with the decision he was about to make but nodded for Dean to go ahead.

“It's getting late. This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We'll never beat it, not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves.”

“How?” Haley asked, as Dean and Ariana went past her.

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The group had managed to get a fire going, while Dean and Ariana were drawing symbols in the dirt around the campsite.

“One more time, that's-” Haley asked, pocking at the fire.

“Anasazi symbols. It's for protection. The wendigo can't cross over them,” Dean explained again, hoping, that it would soothe her. Roy, of course, humourlessly chuckled at this.

“Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy,” Dean said, going towards Sam and Ariana, who had finished drawing her symbols. She was holding Sam’s hands between her own, most likely because the woman believed the younger brother to be cold.

“You wanna tell me what's going on in that freaky head of yours?” Dean asked

“Dean-” Sam started after a pause, Ariana interrupting him, before he could even try and utter the words ‘fine’ and ‘okay.’

“No, Sammy, you're not fine. You’re acting like a firecracker, not thinking anything through. Dean’s supposed to be the belligerent one here,” at that Dean slightly glared at his partner, “even I’m closer to acting all riled up.”

“Dad's not here. I mean, that much we know for sure, right? He would have left us a message, a sign, right?” Sam started, his voice faint.

“Yeah, you're probably right. Tell you the truth, I don't think dad's ever been to Lost Creek,” Dean revealed, Ariana not exactly being surprised either.

“Then let's get these people back to town and let's hit the road. Go find dad. I mean, why are we still even here?” Sam asked annoyed, like a little kid.

“Sa-” Ariana began, before Dean stopped her, getting up sitting in front of Sam and taking out John’s journal “This is why. This book. This is Dad's single most valuable possession—everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he's passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things. The family business.”

“That makes no sense. Why doesn't he just…call us? Why doesn't he…tell us what he wants, tell us where he is?” Sam looks at Dean confused.

“Has you father ever made any sense,” Ariana quips, letting go of Sam’s hands.

“I dunno. But the way I see it, dad's giving us a job to do, and I intend to do it,” Dean said. “Dean, Ari...no. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about,” Sam explained, his eyes brimming with tears, Ariana placing her hand on his knee.

“Okay, all right, Sam, we'll find them, I promise. Listen to me. You've gotta prepare yourself. I mean, this search could take a while, and all that anger, you can't keep it burning over the long haul. It's gonna kill you. You gotta have patience, man,” Dean told his younger brother.

“How do you guys do it? How does dad do it?” Sam asked, completely drained.

Ariana gave Sam a sad smile, “Too fucked up to do anything else.”

Dean glanced over at the brother and sister sitting by the fire, “Well. for one, them.” Sam turned to look at the pair too. “I mean, I figure our family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little bit more bearable,” he paused, waiting for Sam to look back at him.

“I'll tell you what else helps,” Dean smiled at Sam and Ariana, who continued his sentence, with a smile, “getting to shoot shit.” In turn Sam gave them a tiny smile back.

“Help me!” A voice cut through the woods. Ariana, Sam and Dean jumped up, rushing towards the others, Dean taking out his gun, cocking it, Ariana standing in front of Ben and Haley, while Sam was shining a flashlight around. “Please! Help!”

“He's trying to draw us out. Just stay cool, stay put,” Dean commanded.

“Inside the magic circle?” Roy challenged.

“Help! Help me!” Some twigs snapped. It was circling them.

“Okay, that's no grizzly,” Roy mumbled.

“It's okay. You'll be all right, I promise,” Haley was trying to calm her brother down. A sudden snarl from the side made her shriek, Roy and Dean not wasting a second pointing their weapons at the sound.

“It's here,” Sam spoke, before Roy fired off a shot at the rustling leaves. “I hit it!” He exclaimed, careless running towards his prize.

“Roy, no! Roy!” Dean yelled, “Don't move,” he ordered before running after Roy.

“Dean!” Ariana called out after him, going after him. Like, hell, she’s leaving him alone with a wendigo. Sam following right after her.

“It's over here! It's in the tree!” Roy called out to Dean.

“Roy!” Somewhere in the far distance Roy heard Dean calling out, the last human sound he heard before two clawed hands snapped his neck.

“Roy?!” Dean called out again, but no one answered.

“What were you doing, running after him like that?!” Ariana barked at Dean, angered by his recklessness.

“Well, why the hell did you follow me, I can’t fucking protect you outside the circle,” Dean growled back at her.

“Well, I can’t either,” Both of them were snarling at each other. Luckily, Sam grabbed them both by the collars, shoving them towards the campsite, “You can have your alpha stare off when it’s safe.”

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It was finally daytime; in the far distance some birds could be heard, and the slightest bit of hope was sung by them. Sam was sitting a bit farther away from everyone else, against a hollow tree stump holding John’s journal, playing around the lanyard attached to it. He was lost in thought, mulling over the words Ariana had said, Dean had said, hell his father’s words during his life…Jessica’s words.

“I don't...I mean, these types of things, they aren't supposed to be real,” Haley thought out loud, confused.

“I wish I could tell you different,” Dean spoke, inspecting the marks left on the tree bark, moving to crouch down next to Haley.

“How do we know it's not out there watching us?” She asked.

“We don't,” Ariana ominously replied, emerging from the woods, having no luck in getting more clues.

“But we're safe for now,” her partner added, hoping that it would comfort them.

“How do you know about this stuff?” Haley continued, looking at Dean intrigued.

“Kind of runs in the family. Hers too,” he said, before curtly getting up.

“Hey,” Sam spoke, Haley stood up as well, “So, we've got half a chance in the daylight. And I for one want to kill this evil son of a bitch.” The last part made Ariana slightly smirk.

“Well, hell, you know I'm in,” Dean smiled.

“I’ve got some time to kill,” Ariana added, leaning on Dean’s side slightly.

Sam had opened John’s journal to Hailey and Ben, most of it all handwritten.

“'Wendigo' is a Cree Indian word. It means 'evil that devours',” Sam started.

“They're hundreds of years old. Each one was once a man. Sometimes an Indian, or other times a frontiersman or a miner or hunter,” Dean continued.

“How's a man turn into one of those things?” Haley asked, looking over the crude, ancient drawings.

“Well, the story tends to repeat itself: harsh winter, dude runs out of supplies, is starving, can’t get any help. Not having much of a choice he resorts to cannibalism, feeding either on his tribe or camp members,” Ariana explained.

“Like the Donner Party.” Ben commented, starring at her.

“Pretty much. But it’s not a new concept, cultures all over the world believe that human flesh or blood, has some inherent magical property once consumed. Abilities such as, superspeed, immortality, strength…” Ariana counted off.

“If you eat enough of it, over years, you become this less than human thing. You're always hungry,” Dean added.

“So, if that's true, how can Tommy still be alive?” Haley inquired.

Dean glanced back at Ariana and Sam, both nodding at him to go ahead and tell them, “You're not gonna like it.”

“Tell me,” She demanded.

“More than anything, a wendigo knows how to last long winters without food. It hibernates for years at a time, but when it's awake it keeps its victims alive. It, uh, it stores them, so it can feed whenever it wants. If your brother's alive, it's keeping him somewhere dark, hidden, and safe. We gotta track it back there,” Dean explained, not sugar-coating the situation.

“And then how do we stop it?” The woman pressed.

“Well, guns are useless, so are knives,” Ariana stated, Dean walking past the siblings.

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Dean was leading the way through the woods, the Molotov and Ariana’s lighter in his hand. Some of the trees they passed were covered with claw marks and some congealing blood. Something wasn’t right, it was too placed.

“Dean, Sam” Ariana called out, finally stopping at one the tress.

“What is it?” Dean asked, as he and Sam jogged up to her. The tree also had tears in it as well as blood, some broken branches in the area.

“Don’t you think it almost seems like it’s luring us? I mean-” And Ariana’s was soon confirmed by menacing growl from the tree line, circling them. All of them whipped around, slowly making their way closer to each other. Hayley was standing under one of the trees, a tiny dripping sound on the side of her shoulder caught the woman’s attention. It was dark, thick blood. She looked up and leaped out of the way just in time, before Roy’s corpse dropped where she had stood.

“You, okay?” Ariana asked Haley, grabbing her by the arm, urging the black-haired woman to get up.

“His neck's broke,” Dean said, looking up at the thick woods, his eyes wide, the growling getting louder. “Okay, run, run, run, run, go, go, go!” He commanded, pushing everyone to the front, using himself as a shield. Dean took the front, trying to lead them out, after him went Haley, Sam, Ariana, and Ben. The hunters were keeping a fast pace, but that didn’t help Ben, who tripped over an uncovered tree root. The huntress noticing this, quickly turned back, running to Ben grabbing him by his arm, “Come on, I gotcha, I gotcha, let’s move it.” Sam was there too in seconds, helping Ben up and effectively splitting the group into two. Out in the far distance they heard a shriek, Haley’s shriek. Ben instantly picked up his speed, “Haley?” The group running in the direction of the scream.

“Dean!” Ariana called out, looking around the clearing, seeing his home-made Molotov lying on the ground, broken. “Dean!” This time it was a desperate call, but desperation rots with silence.

“If it keeps its victims alive, why would it kill Roy?” Ben asked, walking near Sam.

“Because Roy was dumbass that shot a monster and pissed it off,” Ariana snapped, her hands clenching and unclenching. Her partner is missing, her right-hand man, her fucking frie- “Ariana!” Sam barked out her name, trying to get her to come back to reality. “Breathe, ok? He’s gonna be fine.”

“I’m supposed to watch his fucking back, Sam,” Ariana grunted, trying to level her breathing.

Before Sam could comfort her, Ben called out, “They went this way.” He was holding a blue M&M between his fingers. Both hunters raced to the boy, who passed the candy to Sam, neither of them containing their relieved laugh.

“It's better than breadcrumbs,” Sam exclaimed, tossing the candy over his shoulder.

“God, I’m gonna make him carry that shit everywhere,” She laughed, following Hansel’s trail.

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The breadcrumbs led them to an abandoned mine, a perfect place for a wendigo’s fridge. The entrance was marked with big, bold, red letters that read:

WARNING! DANGER!

DO NOT ENTER!

EXTREMELY TOXIC MATERIAL!

Sam looked back at Ben and Ariana, shrugging his shoulders, before opening the door and stepping in, the others following behind. In the mines Sam took, the lead, Ariana and Ben trailing him. The youngest brother was shining the light ahead of them, but a deep growl through the mind forced him to turn off the light. Ariana grabbed Ben and Sam’s hands, pressing them against the wall, making sure, if the wendigo did see them, she would be his main target. Sam noticed how the man next to him started hyperventilating. The brother pressed his hand against Ben’s mouth, before he could scream.

Thankfully, the wendigo took off to a different tunnel, and the group of three kept going. As they were walking on the floorboards, they gave out, making the three of them fall into a hole, lading on a pile of bones. Ben spotted a pile of skulls near his head and he jumped back, “Hey, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay,” Ariana said in a hushed town, looking over her surroundings.

“Dean!” Sam called out in a muted voice, Ariana instinctively getting up and running towards the man who

was strung up like a pig for slaughter by his wrist.

“Haley, wake up!” Ben went to his sister.

“Dean,” She whispered, not trusting her voice. Ariana gently rubbed her thumbs over his face, “Come on, Winchester, wake the fuck up, dick,” She whispered, slightly digging her fingers into his cheeks. That seemed to work, Dean groggily opening his eyes.

“Dean,” Sam looked at his brother.

“’bout time, you guys are late,” He gave them his signature Dean grin accompanied by a shitty joke. Sam smiled back at him, cutting his brother down. Dean stumbled, his legs feeling weak. Ariana without a second lost, linked her arm behind his back, helping him sit down, the hunter making panful grunts along the way.

“Hey, you okay?” Sam asked, looking at his brother, meanwhile Ariana was running her hands around his chest, sides arms and legs, making sure nothing was broken or out of place, “Yeah,” Dean grunted, once she hit a tender spot.

“Yeah, definitely fine,” Ariana snarked back at him, checking over the parts where she saw blood.

“Look sweet cheeks, I love your hands on me, and if you want to continue doing this later, I’m all for it,” Dean wiggled his eyebrows. Not even pain, would stop him from making crude jokes. And not even in worry, would Ariana back down, deliberately hitting a sore spot. “Thanks,” another grunt from Dean, “Where is the fucker?”

“He's gone for now,” Sam said, looking intently at his brother’s wounds.

The group was so preoccupied with taking care of each other, they forget the reason they were here.

“Tommy...” Haley faintly whispered. Suddenly, followed by Haley’s scream, her brother woke up. “Cut him down!” She ordered turning to the hunters.

Sam being taller, reached up towards Tom’s bounds, while Ariana helped Dean get up from the ground. “We're gonna get you home,” She heard Haley whisper.

“Check it out,” Dean said, noticing some flare guns between an array of stolen supplies in the corner, twirling one in hand.

“Flare guns. Those'll work,” Sam commented.

“They sure will,” Ariana smiled. They were getting out.

The group was making their way down a tunnel, Ariana, Sam, and Dean taking the lead, all with a flare gun, while Haley and Ben were in the back, supporting a limping Tommy. However, a growl, not that far away from them, stopped the group in their tracks.

“Looks like someone's home for supper,” Dean commented his eyes keen.

“We'll never outrun it,” Haley spoke.

“You guys thinking what I'm thinking?” Dean asked looking at his partners.

“Yeah, I think so,” Sam said, while Ariana nodded.

“All right, listen to me. Stay with Sam and Ariana. They’re gonna get you out of here,” Dean directed it to Haley.

“Like hell you’re going in there alone,” Ariana cut in, her eyes ablaze.

“Ariana,” Dean growled, “We don’t have time.”

Ariana bunched up his jacket in her fist, their eyes trained on each other, glaring.

Finally, Ariana sighed, “You better come back,” She said, her lips pressed together, she backed away, looking at Dean, “You better stay fucking safe.”

“When am I not, Ari?” Dean gave her a wink, before walking off in the opposite direction, “Chow time, you freaky bastard! Yeah, that's right, bring it on, baby, I taste good.” At this Ariana shakes her head, before taking the lead, flare gun raised in front of her, “All right, come on! We don’t have much time.”

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Ariana was walking in front of the group, Sam right after her, both having their flare guns ready. A snarling sound made them stop.

“Get him outta here,” Sam whispered.

“Sam, no,” Haley protested, remembering her talk with Dean.

“Go! Go! Go!” Ariana pushed them towards the tunnel, “We’ll be fine!” She added, hopping it would comfort the woman.

“Come on, Haley!” Ben convinced his sister. With one final look, Haley looked at the hunters in front of her and moved away.

“Come on. Come on,” Sam urged.

The pair pressed themselves to the wall, holding up their guns. But a growl from the other side made them turn their heads, both startled by the disfigured face. Sam unsuccessfully shot at the Wendigo, Ariana’s barely grazing the monster, but long enough to distract the beast and for them to scramble to their feet.

“Sam! Ariana!” They heard Haley call out, both of them sprinting to the siblings.

“Come on, hurry, hurry, hurry,” Sam pressed, Ariana lightly pushing them forwards.

They were running as fast as they could, Sam taking the front, while Ariana rounded the back. But they stumbled into a dead-end, and there was no way out. Sam without a second thought stood in front of the Collin’s family, almost completely hiding them.

“Get behind me,” Sam ordered, pushing Ariana behind him, when she didn’t listen, standing next to him, trying to shield the youngest brother as much as her frame allowed her.

The wendigo came stalking towards the huddled-up group, taking it’s sweet time, enjoying how it’s prey was quivering.

“Hey!” The familiar voice yelled out, the wendigo abruptly turning around to look at who interrupted it’s fun. Dean at once, firing a straight short right into it’s stomach, the flame climbing up it’s insides, horrid shrieks were let out by the monster, before the wendigo was finally freed from it’s pain.

“Not bad, huh?” Dean asks, giving a small smirk to the group.

“Not bad at all, Winchester,” Ariana smiled back, running up and hugging the man, whispering, “Don’t ever pull that shit again.”

Sam grinned.

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“And the bear came back again after you yelled at it?” The officer asked Ben. They were back at the ranger’s station, and ambulance loading up Tommy, red and blue light’s flickering over the faces of two officers.

“That's when it circled the campsite. I mean, this grizzly must have weighed eight hundred, nine hundred pounds,” Ben explained, all of them deciding it’s best to stick to the grizzly theory. Sam was nodding along to what Ben was saying.

“All right, we'll go after it first thing,” The officer reassured Ben and Sam.

“So, I don't know how to thank you,” Haley started, in turn Dean gave her a lascivious smirk, “Must you cheapen the moment?” She asked, smiling despite herself.

“Yeah,” He rolled his eyes at that, a boyish charm to it.

“That’s his specialty,” Ariana added coming up behind Haley from one of the ambulance cars.

“You riding with your brother?” One of the paramedics interrupted, looking at Haley.

“Yeah. Let's go,” she said to Ben. Looking at Dean for a second she leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “I hope you find your father,” the black-haired women wished, before turning to the other’s, “Thanks, Sam, Ariana.”

“No problem,” Ariana gave her a tight-lip smile, as the group finally split. The Collin’s getting inside the ambulance, “Close her up.”

“Guys, I really fuckin’ hate camping,” Dean exclaimed, throwing his arm around Ariana’s shoulder.

“Me too,” Sam mumbled.

“Oh, but think of the s’moores, Dee,” Ariana teased.

“Microwave s’mores, best of the best,” He grinned back at her.

“Fair enough,” She mumbled back.

“Sam, you know we're gonna find Dad, right?” Dean spoke up again, after three beats of silence.

“Yeah, I know… But in the meantime? I'm driving,” Sam smiled.

Dean lowered his head, toying with the keys to Baby, before throwing them in the air only for Sam to catch them.

“Seriously, Dee?” Ariana looked at him, wanting her driving privileges back.

“Black-out’s,” Dean smiled at her, tapping his temple, before ducking into the passenger seat.

“Black-out’s,” Ariana mocked, getting into the back seat of Baby.

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As the three of them finally check into their motel room, Sam and Dean had already reserved their turns to the shower, Ariana being the last one to enjoy the warm water, running down her aching back and taking away all the grime off of her. Even when the shower turned ice-cold, Ariana couldn’t force herself out from under the running stream, until her toes started feeling slightly numb. Getting out of the shower, the huntress pulled on a pair of dark blue sweatpants and one of Dean’s shirts she stole years ago, over her tattoo clad body; the ones that were still visible, were the ones not being covered up by the mid-length sleeves. Walking out the bathroom she saw Sam passed out on top of his covers, Dean, on the other hand, was lying on the sofa, beer in one hand, the remote control in the other one.

The woman walked towards her and Dean’s bed that they were sharing, taking off the duvet and throwing it over Sam, tucking him in and planting a kiss on his forehead, a force of habit to her.

“Get your feet up,” She patted Dean’s legs. The man didn’t even think about moving, giving her a puppy-dog look.

Ariana sighed taking his legs, lifting them slightly, sitting down and laying his legs atop of her thighs. Gently rubbing his calves.

“You know?” She started.

“Mmm?” Dean hummed back.

“You really were a hero today. A reckless one, but a hero nonetheless,” Ariana smiled at him, “So, I thought…” She dug her fingertips slightly harder into his leg, “A little reward is in place.” It became accustom for them to take care of each other after a difficult hunt like this, either by giving a massage, going out ordering food, having the control of the motel television… Nothing extravagant, but thoughtful, nonetheless.

“God, this is the life: a massage, beer and shit TV? What mo- How do you have such strong fingers?” Dean was interrupted by Ariana’s fingers running over a particularly tender spot, he in turn moaning.

“Oh, you know, girlie stuff,” She smiled, one that Dean could barely make out through her curtain bangs.

“Come on, that’s my line,” He whined jokingly.

A couple of minutes passed liked that, the TV buzzing in the background, soft snores from Sam and Dean’s light breathing that was getting heavier.

“Dee?” Ariana cut through the lulling silence.

“Mmmm?”

“Promise, I’ll never lose you, no matter what,” she said.

“’fraid, you’re stuck with me, darlin’,” Dean mumbled, on the verge of sleeping, eyes closed, his voice slurred, “Promise,”

“I promise too,”

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[shemarmooresfedora]

Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: one allusion to sex

A/N: me and @samuel-de-champagne-problems are doing a 500 follower co-celebration that you can find here! we would love to hear from you <3

Masterlist

Chapter 34

You came down the stairs in the morning to see Spencer staring out the window of the sun room.

He occasionally sketched something in his journal, poking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth, before glancing up again.

“What’s up, love?” you asked him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind so you could peek into his journal full of sketches.

“I want to build a treehouse for Jo to use and the twins eventually. Maybe even grandkids,” Spencer smiled softly.

“I like that idea but please tell me you are having someone help you. I don’t want you up on a ladder by yourself,” you warned him.

“Derek was more than happy to help,” he kissed the top of your head.

“I’ve got to go to Lowe’s to get the wood planks. Do you want to come too or I can bring all the kids with me?”

“I am not going to miss alpha-male Spence,” you bit your lip, “This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

“I’ll get the kids up if you make coffee,” he bargained.

“Deal,” you gave him a quick peck before sending him up the stairs.

Spencer came back downstairs with the two twins in the double carrier and Jo holding his hand. He was dressed in jeans with a measuring tape hooked to his belt and the leather brown doc martens you bought him on his feet.

“I was not expecting to be this turned on at 8 in the morning,” you whispered to him with a giggle which caused him to blush.

“Can we get donuts on the way, Mommy?” Jo asked.

“Of course, Baby J. Let’s go.”

-

You had Ollie and Ophelia in their portable car seats in the shopping cart while you and Jo were eating your donut munchkins and watching amusedly as Spencer pretended to know what he was doing.

“It’s okay to ask for help, love,” you reminded him.

“Fine,” he huffed, “Let me go get an employee. I have all the practical knowledge of how this should work but believe it or not, I was never a big handyman. I would just call my landlord when something broke.”

After getting the wood situation settled, Spencer brought Jo to the paint swatch section.

“Princess, you can pick any color you want for me and Uncle Derek to paint the tree house,” Spencer told her.

Jo took her time, carefully examining each swatch and considering her options before deciding on a pale lavender.

“Excellent choice,” Spencer smiled, kissing her cheek, “You got your love of purple from me.”

-

“I’ve got it!” Jo announced at the knock at the door.

“Jo!” Derek smiled as she opened the door.

“Uncle Derek!” she jumped into his arms.

“Long time, no see, kiddo. You’re growing so fast.”

You walked into the entry way with Ollie and Ophelia in your arms.

“Spence is already out back. Please be careful, you two. I don’t want to drive to the hospital today,” you cautioned.

“I’ll be out in just a second. I need to see my two godbabies first,” Derek extended his arms, taking Ollie from you and giving him little kisses on the cheek before doing the same to Ophelia.

“They still keeping you up at night?” Derek asked.

“Not as much nowadays, it’s a little harder with twins because as soon as one cries, the other follows. But Spencer always insists on getting up so I really can’t complain,” you smiled.

“Alright, I’ll head out there and get to work so Jo can have her new treehouse as soon as possible,” Derek waved.

“Hey, man,” Derek greeted Spencer as he walked outside.

Spencer looked up from his journal, “Oh, hey! I have got some preliminary blueprints sketched out that you can take a look at. Thank you so much for your help today. I really appreciate it and the kids will too.”

“Of course. You know things between me and Savannah are getting pretty serious so maybe my kid will be playing up there one day too,” Derek smiled.

“That’s so great to hear, Morgan.”

“I have you to thank for that. Seeing this life that you created outside the BAU inspired me. It made me realize I want more than to be a travelling single man my whole life,” Derek stated.

“I’m happy you’ve found someone you can see yourself settling down with,” Spencer smiled, “You and Savannah are welcome over any time for dinner.”

“When did you know Y/N was the one?” Derek asked.

Spencer couldn’t believe the Derek Morgan was asking him for girl advice. But then, he remembered he had everything. He had managed to win over his dream girl. His soulmate. His everything.

“The first time she laughed at an awful joke I made. I just knew from that moment on, I wanted to hear it over and over again and I would do everything in my power to keep that smile on her beautiful face,” Spencer admitted.

The sliding glass door of the sun room opened.

“Sorry to interrupt but Jo and I just made some fresh lemonade and I don’t want you guys to get dehydrated out here,” you said as you placed the pitcher and cups down on the table, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Spencer’s lovesick gaze was laser-focused on you.

“I asked him when he knew you were the one,” Derek informed you.

“Oh,” you smiled softly, reminiscing, “For me, it was on our first date when he held every single door for me and would even run ahead to make sure it was open. I knew I had found myself the perfect gentleman.”

You gave him a quick peck before heading back inside.

-

You woke up already crying. You cuddled further into Spencer’s chest as you teared up.

“I don’t want to go. Please, Spence, I want to stay home with you and the kids,” you sobbed.

“Love, remember, I asked you last week if you wanted to go back or if you wanted me to find a job instead and do you remember what you said?” Spencer cupped your chin and gently forced you to look up at him.

“I love teaching,” you sniffled.

“I completely understand if you change your mind but I think you should give it at least a day.”

“No, you’re right,” you kissed him before getting up and heading to the bathroom to get ready, “Besides, it’s spring so before you know it, the semester will be over and I’ll have all summer with you and the kids.”

“That’s my girl,” Spencer smiled.

-

“Okay bye, my beautiful babies,” you kissed Ophelia and Ollie’s heads, “Be good for Daddy while Jo and I are gone.”

“I will text you pictures of them every hour on the hour and you can facetime us at lunch if you want,” Spencer assured you, giving you a goodbye kiss.

“Ready, Jo?” you asked, extending your hand for her to grasp on to.

“Yes, Mommy,” she grabbed your hand.

“Have fun at school and work!” Spencer called out, crouching down and moving Ophelia and Ollie’s little arms as if they were waving goodbye.

-

Your day had gone as well as could be expected. You felt like eventually you would be able to adjust back to your regular work schedule. Spencer’s constant texts throughout the day and the multiple framed family photos that he got you for your office desk definitely helped.

You got home, setting your keys and bag down on the counter next to a takeout bag. Of course, Spencer got you takeout from your favorite restaurant on your first day back because he’s just that sweet.

You hadn’t heard any noise from within the house since you got home so you headed out to the back porch.

You saw Spencer in a hammock tied between two trees in the yard, soaking up the sun. Ollie and Ophelia were sprawled across his chest with a protective arm draped over them and Jo was curled up into his side with his other arm wrapped around her.

You quietly walked over and snapped a picture that definitely would be added to your office desk’s collection before laying down on Spencer’s other side.

He awoke from the rustling you made trying to get yourself settled.

“Why are you crying, love? During our last check-in, you seemed fine,” he whispered concernedly.

“Nothing is wrong, my family is just too cute and my husband is too sweet,” you smiled softly, “Now pass me a baby. You can’t hog them all to yourself.”

in case you missed it, i posted a stand-alone smut one-shot of RF titled ‘All Clear’ but it is not necessary to read to continue the plot of the story and it is strictly 18+

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[mellow-em]

Bittersweet Temptations

CHAPTER 1

[special dt @bluewingedangel <3]

Your neighbors, Nathan and Elena, have been friends with your parents for years. Whether it’d be family gatherings or vacations, they were around; they were family. But when you return home from your final years of college, what will happen when you find that it isn't just them living in the house next door anymore?

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The murky layers of clouds that filled the grey afternoon sky, mutated into the clear blend of colors of the evening sunset.

I rolled the windows down over an hour ago, to let in the crisp breeze of the night to keep myself awake. It really was the longest drive of my entire life. Though, even if it had been drawn out to extremes thanks to the traffic on the highways, it was relaxing nonetheless.

I spin the steering wheel slightly, finally turning into my neighborhood. I let out an exasperated yawn, feeling my whole body yearning to be in my comfy bed again. I was tremendously exhausted.

I looked around at the strips of houses lining both sides of the road; because it had been around 7pm, lights remained visible within the windows, and families were most likely eating dinner.

Our neighborhood was known for being tranquill, that is, when you first enter anyway. The farther down you drive, the more lively it gets. My parents and I happened to live right towards the end of the street, where everybody knew everyone.

From when I was little all the way into highschool, we’d have block parties, barbecues, and random get togethers every chance we could get. Those would last for hours, leading into the am sometimes. It was chaotic most of the time, but I enjoyed it.

Not even a moment later I find myself in front of my house, pulling into the driveway with one swift turn in. I couldn’t even put the car in park before I heard an uproar by the front door, causing me to stifle a laugh and shake my head.

It’s definitely gonna be a long night.

I roll all of the windows up before shutting the car off, stashing my keys away into the side pocket of my shorts. While pushing the door open with my feet, I look up to see both of my parents awaiting to engulf me into a hug.

A warm smile rises on my face as I hug them back.

“We’ve missed you honey,” my mom softly said in my ear, smoothing my hair down before kissing the top of my head.

The hug had met its demise, and I turned around to look at the mountains of boxes overflowing within the backseat and the trunk of my car.

I inaudibly sigh in my head, knowing how time consuming this is going to be.  Luckily mother could probably sense my vexation.

“Your father and I were gonna help you whether you liked it or not, so come on.”

“Thank you, I’m sorry that drive just killed me.”

She looked at me with a knowing expression on her facial features, “This is why I told you we should’ve helped you with heading home.”

I rolled my eyes, “And I insisted that I could take care of it myself,” I walked around to the other side as each of us opened the other doors to the car to start unloading my stuff.

She chuckled, dismissing me with a shake of her head. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on, let's start getting this done so you can go to sleep,” she paused behind me with a box wedged in her hands, “ cause your walkin’ around looking like a damn zombie.”

I scoffed jokingly, “ Ha ha ha, very funny.”

“Get to it y/n!” she called out from inside of the house.

I rolled my eyes yet again while lifting a fairly large pack that held my toiletries, and released a frustrated huff. 

The thoughts of the future began to boil in my brain again, creating that oh so familiar, awful feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I knew for a fact that I couldn’t stay at my parents house for longer than a year, meaning I was going to have to figure all of my shit out within that time frame. Although it may seem like a lifetime away, the rest of my life was really on the line here.

And I couldn’t begin to admit how scared I really was.

Damn I feel like I’m being so unbelievably dramatic.

“Y/n, are you still alive over there?” The distant muffles I barely heard over me mentally walking down memory lane, became crystal clear.

My head jerked up abruptly, as I let out a small yelp, “What?”  

I notice my dad in front of me, with two containers filled with my clothes, and a small bag stacked on top of one another in his hands.

“Didn’t mean to scare ya, kiddo.”

“It's fine, I- what were you saying?”

We started to travel slowly towards the steps to the front porch, as he spoke, “I was sayin’ that we're gonna be having a small get together to celebrate you being back home tomorrow night.”

“Your small get-togethers are never just small dad, do you remember your 40th birthday? You had almost the same amount of people over as the block parties.”

He snickered, “Hey, what can I say, I’m just a popular guy,” the both of us enter the house as he turns to me again, “But I will say, it will more than likely be small. You’re just gonna see a few new faces in the mix.”

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, “Wait what? Do we have new neighbors or something?”

The both of us walk up the stairs to my room, and place the boxes alongside the wall opposite of my bed.

“Something like that,” he pats my shoulder and hurries out the door to the hallway, leaving me even more confused, “Why do you insist on being so cryptic all the time?”

“I’m gonna get the rest of your stuff!”

I groaned, crashing into the plush comforter that was laying neatly on the bed beneath me. With no delay, my eyelids leisurely closed, and I eventually doze off.

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Heat radiated from my body as I woke from a peaceful sleep. I shifted uncomfortably a few times, feeling the sweat sticking to my body.

No matter how hard I try, sleeping in the heat of this room is going to be like trying to sleep in a damn sauna. Useless.

I rolled over, with the pitch black atmosphere through the windows, and around me, taking up most of my vision.

It’s probably in the middle of the damn night.

I lifted my arm slightly to let my hand feel around the bed, in search of my phone to check the time.

Just my luck, my fucking phone is missing.

I look over to the other side of the room, where the unpacked boxes and containers remained stacked by the wall. The slight glare of the moon's reflection was hitting something on top of the windowsill.

“There you are,” the words fumbled out of my mouth sleepily, while I slowly rose from what felt like my puddles of sweat on the sheets. Stumbling in the process, I made my way over to what was thankfully my phone laying down in the moonlight.

The illumination of the screen screamed at my eyes, causing me to look away for a second, “shit that was bright.”

I adjust my eyes to the light to see the clock on the top of the screen:

3:28am

“Great. Well at least I got some sleep.” I toss my phone across the room, hearing it thump onto the side of my bed.

A wave of heat ran across my arms and legs, reminding me of why I woke up in the first place, “I’m not gonna take the chance of melting any more tonight.”

I reach over to unhinge the latch on top of the window next to me, and open it halfway. A gust of polar air simmered around me almost immediately, swiftly cooling me off to satisfaction.

I close my eyes, letting the nightly winds blow over me, with a relaxed smile forming on my face.

My small moment of tranquility was rudely interrupted by a splash from outside.

My eyes jolted open, and I instantly lurch my head up to look in that direction. To my surprise, the lights were on over Nate and Elena’s; the pool lights.

“Why would-?”

I knew for a fact that it wasn’t Nathan or Elena, knowing that they have a child on the way. Both of them were guaranteed to be asleep.

So who the hell is using their pool at 3 in the damn morning? That question replayed in my head as I stared out towards the pool, waiting to see the whoever it could possibly be.

As if on cue, I watched as the figure emerged from the pool, and a man slowly stepped out while using the ladder at the edge.  

Just like that, it felt that I didn't have control anymore. My curious eyes wandered; lingering all over him.

He wore black swim trunks that were snug on his thighs in all the right places. They sunk down to the lower half of his hips, exposing his very visible trail of hair on the lower half of his abdomen.

The more I drank of him, the more it affected me.

His chest hair glistened from the pool water that began streaming down his abs. My eyes found themselves trickling over his toned biceps, and his scattered variety of tattoos that took up only a few spots on his body.

I knew I had to look away, but I couldn’t.

I finally looked up at his face.

Holy fuck.

The lower half of his face was lined perfectly with stubble, with his seemingly soft lips as the centerpiece. I traveled up his face, noticing the wrinkles that were sketched sparingly across his features.

He ran his hand through his soaked locks of hair that partially hung in front of his face, with his muscles flexed to an extreme. He wandered over to the table and chairs that were by the edge of the pool area; that was much closer to my window.

After reaching for the towel, he rubbed it through his hair, and started drying the rest of his body with it. Him doing so caused me to look him up and down once again. I looked down to his feet, and up to his head. 

Only this time around, I was met with his eyes.

I felt an overwhelming surge of panic, but I was stuck in place. I felt trapped, with no escape from this whatsoever.

I’m such an idiot. I mentally scolded myself for letting my lustful curiosity get the best of me.

The reprimands within my mind were sliced in half, as a sly smirk traced over his lips, creating a few more layers of wrinkles upon his cheeks.

This could be chalked up to be the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever experienced.

I couldn’t decide on whether to focus on his lips or his eyes; it was becoming way too much to handle. I did a frantic dance between the two.

Coincidentally, as soon as our eyes met a final time, one of his eyelids opened and closed in one smooth motion, all while his stare remained fixated on me.

Did he really just do that? Did he just fucking wink at me?

I finally got the stamina to duck away from the window and onto the floor, with my back pressed against my former dorm room cases, and my breathing becoming more irregular by the second

What the fuck just happened?

[pillage-and-lute]

Pins and Needles: Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

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The butter yellow of the awning of the new tattoo shop carried on inside. The color scheme was classy, though. 

During Geralt’s mostly misspent youth, he’d been inside his fare share of tattoo and piercing parlors. He’d never gotten a tattoo, and his piercings had mostly been his own work, but still, the culture seeped in. He had learned to expect a lot of red and black and exposed brickwork. There was nothing wrong with that look, but he considered the interior of Pins and Needles to be much more friendly. 

The walls were a deep blue, denim, if he had to name it, or perhaps Prussian Blue. It was on all the walls, and the ceiling, with the floor in a dark, smooth wood. He wasn’t sure if that was kept from the last shop or was newly installed. The counter was in the same polished, dark wood, so he supposed it was new. All the accents were dandelion yellow, or yellow brass if they were metal. His leg brushed up against a velveteen chair, something of a vintage style, and of course, in that same buttery yellow. 

The waiting area had the chair, a matching loveseat, and a high-backed chaise lounge in a teal color. It had more green to it’s color than the walls, and was in a lighter shade, but it was adjacent to the color of the walls, and a pleasing focal point. Overall, Geralt was impressed. The blue and yellow color scheme could have easily been overdone, but it was masterful, and clearly completed by someone with an eye for color. 

Ciri was delightedly pouring over a piercing display. Geralt was startled to realize he owned the exact display box. It was, in fact, a large glass terrarium, the metal that same shiny brass. The shelves of piercing were cleverly angled and set within the case so that they were all visible. 

“Nice display case, isn’t it?” 

Geralt turned, and there was Jaskier. He had a BB8 coffee mug in his hand, and a shimmery teal shirt unbuttoned low. It framed his sternum and the peaks of color visible through his chest hair and pointing down in a tempting arrow to--

“urk,” Geralt said, choking on his own tongue. 

“Priscilla found it on the side of the road one day, the legs were scuffed to hell and one was missing, but the glass was intact, so she took it back to her house and fixed it up.”

“I have the same one,” Geralt managed, the tips of his ears reddening.

“Oh, as a display case?”

“Um, it’s a terrarium.”

“Is it really?” Jaskier beamed and Geralt felt like he was dying. “I always thought it was a funny shape. It makes such a lovely focal point along that wall though.”

Ciri was beaming as well. “Dad keeps succulents in his. Is Priscilla the lady that does piercings?”

“She is,” Jaskier said, tilting his head so that his hair flopped and Gerald got a better view of his undercut and dangling chain of a cuff piercing on his ear. “Are you in the market for a piercing, miss...”

“Ciri,” she said, sticking her hand out to shake. “And my dad might get a tattoo sometime, but he’s being a baby about it and doesn’t know what he wants.”

Jaskier shook her hand and levelled a devastating grin at Geralt. “Well, some things aren’t to be rushed, but if your dad ever want’s a tattoo, I’ll give him anything he wants.”

Geralt desperately tried to reel his thoughts in from the absolute trainwreck that that statement illicited. Obviously Jaskier was just trying to sell his craft not offer...anything else. 

“Are you taking walk-ins for piercings?” Ciri asked. 

“Absolutely,” Jaskier said, turning and shouting. “Priscilla?” Down the hall of the shop where, presumably, the actuall tattooing and piercing rooms were. 

“YEah?” came the response. 

“Got a consult for you!”

She poked her head out of a room, smiled quickly, popped back in for a second, then emerged. “Hiya, sorry, I was just doing a little sketching, how can I help?”

“I’d like an industrial piercing please,” Ciri said. 

Priscilla tilted her head, eyes squinting slightly as she, apparently, assesed Ciri’s ears. “That’ll suit you well, left or right side?”

“Left.”

“Cool,” she looked to Geralt. “I’m assuming you’re the dad?”

“Uh, yes,” Geralt said, feeling wildly out of his depth. 

“Great, and does she have your permission for the piercing?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, absolutely.”

“Cool,” Priscilla said, digging behind the counter. “I’ve got paper work for both of you, and then we can get this lovely lady poked full of holes.”

Geralt’s stomach flipped over. Despite how many times he had actually stuck a fucking sewing needle through his own ear as a teenager, he couldn’t stand the thought of normal piercing needles. 

“It’s okay, Dad,” Ciri said as they were handed paperwork and pens. “You don’t have to hold my hand or anything, you can wait out here.”

“Great,” Geralt said, looking at the paperwork. Pretty standard stuff, parental release, aftercare papers, all that. He signed quickly and returned the relevant documents, keeping the aftercare instructions. 

“Thanks very much,” Priscilla said, checking for signatures before smiling at Ciri again. “Got any jewelry picked out?” They walked over to the case as Ciri gestured to some. 

Jaskier was looking at Geralt assessingly over the top of his coffee mug. “You know,” he said. “Most dads aren’t this cool about piercings.” He licked a bit of foam off of his lip and Geralt tried very hard to pretend that he hadn’t seen the flash of a tongue piercing. 

“I, uh, I’ve got plenty of bad ones, I’d rather she got her’s done professionally.”

“Bad ones?” Priscilla’s head jerked up. “Can I see?”

Geralt nodded as she was already bustleing over. He brushed the strands of hair that escaped his ponytail back so she could see his ears. 

“Amatur work for sure, although no lasting damage, where’d you get these done?” 

Geralt flushed. “I did them, uhm, way back.”

“Oh god, you didn’t buy one of those cheep piercing guns, did you?” Priscilla asked, poking gently at Geralt’s ear so she could look at the back of the piercings. Jaskier smiled at Geralt’s probably confused expression. 

“No, I used a needle.”

Priscilla pulled back, eyes wide. “A sewing needle?”

Geralt shrugged guiltily.

“Yeah, okay,” she said quickly, turning to Ciri. “Hold out your pinky, you have to make me a promise.”

Ciri’s brow furrowed, but she linked pinky fingers with the excitable piercer. 

“I promise,” Priscilla said, gesturing with her other hand for Ciri to repeat after her.

“I promise,” Ciri said. 

“Not to pierce myself.”

“Not to pierce myself,” Ciri said, smiling.

“No matter what my dad did.”

“No matter what my dad did,” Ciri finished. “I won’t, don’t worry.”

“Good,” Priscilla said, releasing Ciri’s pinky from it’s hold and sending a theatrical shiver of disgust toward Geralt. “A sewing needle, yikes. C’mon kiddo, we’re gonna stick a needle through your ear, and I’ll show you how a real piercer does it.”

She hurried Ciri into the back room, grabbing a couple sealed packages on the way, needle and jewelry, Geralt presumed. 

“Don’t mind Prissy,” Jaskier said. “She’s just very big on piercing safety.”

“No, I agree,” Geralt said. “I was a really stupid kid back then.”

Jaskier smiled and came out from around the counter a bit, leaning against the side, hip jutting in those ungodly tight leather pants. “Ciri seems pretty smart though, does she get it from her mother?”

“Um,” Geralt said, the sight of those long, leather-wrapped legs making his mouth weirdly dry. “I suppose? Her dad was pretty smart, too.”

“Ah, so you’re not her biological dad?” Jaskier said, leaning forward. Geralt wondered for a second if he was fishing, but surely not, pretty tattoo artists didn’t flirt with frumpy guys like him. 

“No, uh, but I’ve been her guardian since she was just a baby so...”Geralt trailed off, unsure how to finish.

“That’s very cute.” Jaskier’s eyes trailed down Geralt, then back up. To his shame, Geralt realized he hadn’t even removed his apron. 

“You know,” Jaskier said, conversationally. “My dad would have never even thought about letting me get a piercing.”

Geralt looked over the form in front of him, piercings in each ear, more than one, even, a nose ring, and that ellusive tongue ring, as well as the colorful tattoos that swarmed over his skin. “That worked out well for him,” he said without thinking, then blushed.

Jaskier, though, laughed, head back, shoulders shaking. “Indeed,” he said at last. “I shrugged off my father’s wishes rather fully, I think.” 

The bell rang as another person entered the shop and Geralt stepped aside as Jaskier went back behind the counter. He sat on the yellow chair and watched Jaskier’s lips--and that hint of silver on his tongue-- as he made the young woman a tattoo appointment. 

Jaskier’s hands, full of rings and swirling ink, were so quick on the computer keys, and when he talked with them, they were so expressive. 

Geralt wanted to hold one. 

Unfortunately, by the time the young woman was gone and Geralt could have possibly had Jaskier’s full attention again, Ciri was all done. Geralt paid, thanked both Jaskier and Priscilla, and went over the care instructions, before he and Ciri crossed the road. 

It felt very much like a retreat. 

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[littletrash1027]

A heavy sigh came from Arthur as he plopped onto the small couch, his head laid back onto the cushion. A long day of being in that workshop and getting some work done normally put him in a good mood, but recently all he felt afterwards is exhaustion. He didn’t know if it was because of his lost appendage or his recent emotional health becoming more prominent now. Maybe it was a mixture of both. 

There was also a good amount of little sidetracks that caused him more stress and kept his mind running. Many people needed repairs for many tools and equipment, which kept Arthur busy, then there was money problems that Arthur had just recently learned about from his parents on the phone, AND apparently he had lost some notes and blueprints on a personal project, so he probably had to start all over on that. Working and dealing with all of these with just one arm only made it more frustrating.  It felt like Arthur was never going to get out of that workshop and he knew he was on the verge of a breakdown. Thankfully, Lance, his uncle, decided to give him a break and drove him back home, which gave Arthur some time to relax on the drive. Probably the most frustrating part of it all was that he had wanted to get back to work, to help with the shop, however, today showed that he still needed more time to recover. 

“How much longer do I freakin’ need to wait?? It’s already been over a month, but I’m still nothing but an emotional mess! The only thing I’ve done is cause stress and more problems for everyone...” Arthur thought, his brow furrowing. Although, he knew he couldn’t blame himself, especially with what happened. It didn’t make the thoughts and feelings less hurtful.  Arthur lifted his head and his eyes drifted onto the old TV, which gave him an idea for something to do other than sit and think. He reached for the remote on the table next to him and began to search for a show he could just listen to.  “Hey, what’s up, tinker!!” Vivi’s voice shouted out of knowwhere, as Arthur could feel hands cover his eyes and a loud screech yelped from him.  Arthur whipped his head towards Vivi, her body leaning forward, laughing and giggling from his sudden reaction. His face scrunched up and he tried to push Vivi, yet she barely dodged his hand, still laughing.  “VIVI?!!?! I swear to God, you are going to give me a heart attack one day!!” Arthur snapped, irritation and frustration resonating in his tone.  “Sssorry! Was just a joke, man! Ha ha!” Vivi teased, her grin wide. 

Arthur frowned and glared at Vivi, his head resting on his arm, to which Vivi cleared her throat and straightened herself. 

“Okay, but, I do have something I reeeaally wanna show you! It’s something me and Lance worked on that I think you’ll really like!” Vivi beamed, holding her hand out for Arthur to grab. Arthur’s head lifted slightly, a little hesitant to accept, but grabbed Vivi’s hand anyway. Arthur was practically pulled off of the couch, not even given the chance to turn the TV off. He fumbled a bit, but then balanced himself and followed Vivi.  Vivi led Arthur to where Lance was sitting, his arms crossed and relaxed, and near him was a long white box on the table. Arthur was slightly confused about the sudden gift, but brushed the question aside. Vivi let go of Arthur’s hand when he was right in front of the box and stood next to Lance, who had a small smile and was weirdly quiet today. Arthur brushed that thought as well, and curiously inspected the box. It was plain and had no tags or designs on it.  Not wishing to waste any more time, he lifted off the top of the box, and his eyes widened.  “Just a small gift for you, kiddo.” Lance spoke. Inside the box was a steely prosthetic arm, that shined brightly from the light. It had large metal bolts where the knuckles would be and two bolts on each side of the end of the forearm. Lastly, the arm rested on a red cushion, that looked to be from one of the decore pillows that was on the couch. A robotic prosthetic arm, just for Arthur.  “It took us a while to make, mainly cause I’m not that big of a help when it comes to mechanics and such, but it was my idea!” Vivi chimed in, her elbow softly nudging Lance’s shoulder, to which he smirked in response.  “You can upgrade and modify it to your heart’s content too. Might be best, cause we couldn’t really test it before the surpise.” Lance added.

Arthur was stunned, silent. He didn’t know how to react or what to even say. Emotions overwhelmed him and his eyes began to water, but it took a minute for him to blink, and tears streamed down his face. Arthur snapped out of his trance, then looked at Vivi and Lance, who were expectantly waiting for his thoughts.  “I...I don’t know what to say,” Arthur sniffed, “Thanks, like...wow!” Arthur chuckled slightly, a smiling widening across his face. Arthur’s hand glided over the arm, feeling the cold metal and crazy smoothness to it. It was then that Arthur realized... “Wait...did you..did you two steal those blueprints I made for this?” Arthur asked. He just remembered that he wasn’t able to find his sketches and notes on a new arm for himself. He didn’t expect to get an answer to that so soon. “Ummmmm...maaaaaaybe?” Vivi said hesitantly. “I knew you were having a hard time with everything, so I thought we could take this over and give you one less thing to worry about, cause you were already stressed about EVERYTHING, and-” Vivi rambled, but stopped when Arthur hugged her tightly. “It’s-...it’s fine! Thank you guys so, so much!” Arthur laughed, tears pouring freely from his eyes. Arthur then quickly gave Lance a hug, giving him a few pats on the back before Arthur rushed back to the box. He picked it up and bolted towards a separate room. “I’ll put it on and see how it works, then I’ll see what else I can do with it and...” Arthur’s voice drained out as he went further away from the two. Both Vivi and Lance heaved a sigh. “Thanks for doing this for my boy, Vivi. He’s lucky to have a girl like you around.” Lance said. Vivi smiled, putting a hand to her cheek and flapped her other hand downward.  “Aw, it’s nothing! I’m glad to help!” Vivi said. “If it’s alright with you, could I stay for a bit?” She asked, wanting to stick around in case Arthur needed her. Lance gave her a thumbs up, which was all the approval she needed.  For the first time in a while, there looked to be some hope shining through. Everyone wished it to last, hoping that this would go a long way in this sea of tragedy. 

My attention span has been all over the place and I’ve been dragged back into my past fixation, so sorry I haven’t posted! I know I don’t HAVE to, but I’ve started a thing, and I can’t leave it with missing possibilities. This one’s a bit more simple but I’m still proud! (Also those FINGERS ARE SO WEIRD HAHA)

(This is a continuation of a previous drawing I made with another short story along with it: Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3)

[mrs-gucci]

Hello!! I’m here for the followers milestone event. Congrats honey! Can I have 1 and 3 . My name is Emily ( she/her). I’m currently studying illustration and would like to become a children’s illustrator and write stories for children. I have a cat named Frodo who is the sweetest boy in the whole world. I’m also really into baking and love decorating cakes. I’m pretty short lol which gets me a lot of teasing from my family. One day I would love to live by the sea with lots of cats and babies lol

hi there! thank you for your kind words, I really appreciate it :) please enjoy your ship and mini love letter!! sorry for the small delay, but I hope it was worth it.

after careful consideration, I ship you with...

loveable country boy CLYDE LOGAN!

I think the two of you have compatible personality traits and would be very happy together, along with Frodo & plenty of little Logan kiddos running around in your seaside cottage! Although Clyde’s a deep country man at heart, he’s got a special place in his heart for seaside life. He’s more than supportive of your career aspirations, always asking to see your most recent sketches and asking about your story ideas, telling you how amazingly talented you are and how proud of you he is. Plus, he’s got quite the sweet tooth and he’s always looking forward to taste-testing whatever delicious treats you’re baking!

...and he sent along a little letter for you ;)

My Darling,

I know this letter is a little random, but I’ve been thinking a lot about you and about us lately, and I just wanted to write all my thoughts out on paper. So, you’ll have to stick with me on this one.

I love you so, so much Emily, and I just can’t imagine my life without you in it. You’ve seen me at my best, you’ve seen me at my worst; you’ve been there for it all and you’ve still chosen to love me. Me. Some days, I wake up and I still can’t believe it. I look over and see you sleeping next to me and sometimes it takes me a second to process that you’re really there next to me.

You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, sweetness, and I’m so thankful for you. Before I met you, I thought that my luck would never change. I thought the grip of the Logan family curse would never let me go, and especially after losing my arm, I was just really down. But then you came along and I just knew, I knew you were something special. I knew, then, that my luck had changed.

You make me happier than I ever thought possible, and I can’t thank you enough for that. And of course, I can’t go too long in this letter without mentioning Frodo, the little rascal. I didn’t think I’d be much of a cat man, but I do enjoy it when he curls up on my shoulder and he makes a good snuggle partner when you’re sketching or doing some baking.

Well, that’s really all I wanted to say, just that I love you and that I appreciate you a lot. I’m so excited to see what the future brings for us, darling. I love you so damn much, please don’t ever forget that.

Yours, Clyde

❖ part of the follower milestone(s) clusterfuck event! ❖

[seokiloquy]

Bruised Ink - Kageyama Tobio

Soulmate AU: When you write on your skin it appears in the same spot on your soulmates body

Requested (though I changed it a bit to keep it as canon as possible)

Tags/Warnings: GN!Reader, Kageyama being a bit of an airhead, mild swearing

Word Count: 1.7K+

Art club, morning, lunch, and after school. Though admittedly your art club supervisor / English teacher didn’t enjoy seeing an eager face so early in the morning. She, over a matter of days, had gotten used to your silent presence in the corner of the art room as she worked on papers, occasionally asking for your opinion on a topic. 

“See you after school!” you called down the hall, before waving to your aforementioned supervisor who was talking to the art teacher in the corner.

You flicked your uniform jacket off, letting it hang off the top of a chair as you ran to your canvas. The clean paint brushes waited patiently next to the progressing piece of art and your pallet rested next to them, mummified and waiting to let it’s paints feel the air again. You delicately picked at the tape wrapped around the pallet, pulling it off to reveal the chemical smell of acrylics.

You gazed at your painting for a moment, admiring the contrasting muted colours that blended nicely into the slowly fading background. Taking a brush, no larger than the width of your pinky, you reached for a vibrant green and royal blue, ready to dollop small portions onto your pallet. You huffed through your nose as a clump of blue stuck to your fingers. With no paper towel in sight, you kept your mouth shut and rubbed the paint against the back of your opposite arm. 

“You’re going to stain your skin,” your teacher huffed behind you as she walked to her desk, brushing a free hand through her bob cut. “It looks almost like a bad bruise.”

You sighed, picking up your pallet and brush, gently working the bright teal colour you mixed into the layers of your canvas. “Maybe, but if I’m lucky it’ll be gone before any of the other teachers notice just like every other time.”

She gave you a quirked brow sliding into your spinning chair that was tucked into the corner of the room. She grabbed a pen with one hand and sipped on her coffee mug with the other. “What do you mean by that?”

You laughed. “Every time I doodle, draw, paint, or just anything on my skin whatsoever, it’s gone before I see it again.” 

“So your soulmate’s washing it off before class?” she hummed, turning her eyes away from your blocked-out painting and onto the sheets before her.

“I don’t have a tattoo or a red string, so most likely, ya. They probably don’t want to get in trouble. Or maybe they’re in a swim club and don’t even notice it?”

Chuckling she looked up but kept her head down, gifting you the sight of a mischievous look. “Or they could be sweating it all off.”

“How often does a person sweat to get rid of that much ink on a daily basis?”

“There are some dedicated athletes out there.” She shrugged, rubbing the golden tattoo on the back of her hand. “Then again, all soulmate connections are a bit different.

Humming, you turned back to your painting that leaned against the wall. “What are you working on this morning, Ms. Ono?”

Behind you, a page flipped followed by a groan. “First-year English.”

“First-year? I thought you taught second-year English?”

“I did for Sugawara’s class, but I usually teach the first-year.”

You pushed your brush into the canvas a little harder. “Damn, I thought I would get to be in your class.”

“Sorry, kiddo, but you wouldn’t be in my English class anyway. But your Japanese is improving!”

You huffed through your nose. “I’d hope so, the Sugawara’s really aren’t giving me a break.” You studied your canvas and took a step back, looking at how the light bounced off the surface and made the teal look with the less saturated colours.

“Good on them.”

“Don’t encourage it!”

“Kageyama, what happened to your arm?”

The boy’s grown out bowl cut swished as he flipped his arms around turning his head in search before eventually finding the offending colour that had spread into his skin. Twisting his arm, he gave the colour an indecisive look, before poking it his index finger. “Must be a bruise. Probably smacked it when we were setting up the net. Doesn’t hurt though. So hurry up, let’s get started.”

“Why does everyone have to get to school so early,” Sugawara mumbled to himself, pushing the door to the gym open as he ruffled his hair. He spoke louder, “Tanaka, can’t you stop these two?”

“Sorry, dude. But I’m having fun with this. Why are you here so early anyway?”

Sugawara sat down in the doorway, changing his shoes and rolling off his uniform pants to reveal his loose shorts for practice. “(Y/N) has been coming to school early to paint. And my parents said ‘they’ll get lost, you go too’ instead of ‘no, sleep a little longer.’” 

Tanaka huffed through his nose, “Has (L/N) been settling in well?”

“Oh ya. Eichi loves the new company. But now I have to keep up with essentially two siblings instead of one and these two idiots.” The silver-haired boy yawned as he gestured at the two first years that yelled at each other while throwing balls into the air.

Tanaka gets out a gruff chuckle before running into the centre of the gym to join the duo with endless energy.

“Gone again,” you mumbled as you slowly packed up the bento box that Koushi’s mom had prepared for you.

Your arm, which had been covered in paint stains and ink marks across the whole colour spectrum, had been wiped clean. No doubt the work of your soulmate and whatever activity they partook in during their free time. 

Grumbling, you took out your white ink pen and doodled a subtle frowning face on the inner crease of your wrist.

Ms. Ono rose from her seat, patting away invisible dirt that clung to her dark pencil skirt as the warning bell sounded through the speaker system. “Alright, (L/N). I have a class to teach, out you get.” She shuffled hat stacked papers in her hand, pausing for a moment as a look of realization was thrown onto her face. “Oh and, there won’t be art club this evening, so tell the other members too.”

“What? but that’s the best part of my day!”

“Sorry, (L/N) but I can’t be in here all the time.”

You whined, following the English teacher out of the room. Mr. Sato, the art head, walked into the paint-filled classroom as you left. You both gave him a friendly nod, before continuing with your conversation. “What can I do then? I’m not allowed to go home alone.”

Ms. Ono hummed, “Why don’t you sit in on Sugawara’s volleyball practice, you can use it as a figure study and sketch in your notebook.”

“I guess that’s not a bad idea.”

“Well, there you go. Alright, get, to class or you’ll be late.” She stepped into her sunlit classroom, walking straight for her desk with clicking heels.

You left the entryway of class 1-1’s homeroom and started making your way down the hall to your own room in class 1-4. As you weaved through the crowded hall of first years you kept your head up, looking for the nearest tunnel of space, only to get locked against the wall staring into the eyes of an intense schoolmate you were unaware of.

“Uh sorry,” you mumbled, looking away from his pinched brow and sharp eyes that only held your gaze for a moment.

He raised a brow, looking down the hall behind you to his classroom. Saying nothing, he huffed and schooled his expression. Placing the opposite hand on your shoulder, he spun your body to be behind him, switching locations, and continued down the hall. You watched his flat black hair bounce as he turned into class 1-3’s room.

“Well, isn’t he sweaty,” you mumbled to yourself as you made the last few steps into your classroom.

“Koushi, Koushi, Koushi. Are you sure it’s okay for me to sit in?”

“Just don’t encourage any foolishness and it should be fine. We still have to practice.”

You nodded, following your homestay as he led you to his club’s gym, rambling about his teammates.

“Ah, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi? They’re in my class. I didn’t know they played volleyball.”

“Do you talk to them?”

“No sir, I do not think Tsukishima's intimidating.”

Sugawara led you to the side where their manager stood, speaking with one of the teachers you had seen running around the school, you bowed silently as Sugawara quickly gave an introduction and ran off to change his shoes and clothes.

The group had an easy time ignoring your presence as you sat on the metal bench, flipping coloured pens between your fingers. Rough doodles filled the page as messily scribbled outlines took the form of the players you saw before you. Some were stretched out in the air while others dove to the ground in elegant swoops. 

Your pen skidded across the paper.

“Damn,” you muttered, lifting the tip and forcing it into the papers again. Nothing.

Twirling the ink-filled tool between your fingers you shifted the sketchbook off your lap and taking the pen to the surface of your skin.

The ink skidded, leaving uneven marks in an indecipherable pattern along the surface of your skin before running dry. You reached for another pen, only for the result to repeat. You grabbed another, and another. The pattern continued, pushing and pulling, dragging the fine tips as they slowly began to cover the entire surface of the back of your hand in every colour including your white ink, which luckily still worked fine and contrasted brilliantly with the muddied mess on your hand.

You huffed out a quiet cheer of success, finding that a majority of your pens worked fine, and placed the forgotten book back into your lap, coloured pages ready to be drawn over with your trusty series of pens.

“Yo, Kageyama. Is that another bruise?”

God this one is vague as hell but I didn’t have to brainpower to make it any more decipherable. 

It was originally requested that the reader be Sugawara’s little sibling but he only canonically has a little brother, not everyone physically looks like Sugawara, and the adoption trope is meh to me. So I went with a foreign exchange student that is being housed by his family. (if you couldn’t tell)

This au, in particular, is very hard because we try to keep our character (being Y/N) physically ambiguous for the purpose of allowing everybody to enjoy reading it. This au very much panders to those with lighter skin, so I apologize if I didn’t make it as open as I could’ve and please let me know if there are ways I can make this sort of au better. I want everyone to enjoy reading them and not feel excluded.

That’s all, and I hope everyone is healthy and safe. - Bacon

Posted: 06/12/2020

[giant-sketches]

That last post was super long, but I’m glad that you all seemed to enjoy it a lot. I might not do that all the time (the 3 sketch thing), but do look forward to more in the future. For this one I just have the one sketch and I’m taking this bit by bit for now. Hope you enjoy and get hyped for the next part because that sketch is going to be one of my favs so far. 

To follow this AU please check out the #mass emotions ts tag or ask to be added to the tag list. I’ve been doing well to keep on some kind of order for now so I hope that helps you all.

- Patton is still inside the facility and has found Virgil on the ground near the center of the room. He approaches slowly and keeps his vision locked onto Virgil’s form. Reaching down Patton scoops up a now shrunken Virgil into his hand and lightly brushes him awake with the other.

Patton: “Kiddo. Hey you need to wake up. Something’s happened and I need you to explain it to me.”

- Patton was shaking slightly, but continued to try his best to remain still as Virgil began to wake up from his slumber. Patton was relieved to see Virgil was okay, but could feel a stinging sensation poking at his heart. He wondered for a moment if this was how Virgil felt when he held him in his hands for the first time. A constant fear of literally having a life in their hands and the impulse of curiosity the swept through the mind as one gazed down at something so small. A need to protect them and to hold them dear. Such conflicting emotions in constant battle could throw any mind into chaos, but Patton knew that for him, he was not going to be feeling this for long. Virgil, on the other hand, had to deal with this conflict all the time. As Patton continued to ponder, Virgil began pulling himself up and sat down on Patton’s palm.

Patton: “Glad to see you up sunshine!”

- Patton tilted his head down towards Virgil and gave him a big smile. Again, he worried that Virgil might freak out due to the peculiar situation and end up hurting himself somehow. Virgil was still groggy, but quickly began to realize what was happening. He first noticed he was now off the cold, hard ground of the facility and was sitting on something soft and warm. Next he saw the shadows of four pillars that were fingers looming over him and that his hand was attached to a massive thumb. Lastly, he recognized that all too familiar voice and craned his head upwards to meet Patton’s eyes looking down at him. A shiver ran down his spine in shock at what he was truly seeing. A giant Patton!

Virgil: “Pat-ton? Wha-what happened to you?!”

- Virgil shot Patton a horrified and overly concerned look. He worried that somehow Patton’s growth was his fault and was choking at the thought that Patton would be permanently stuck like this. He squeezed his eyes shut at the mere idea and began shaking. Patton picked up on this reaction, but thought it was because Virgil was scared of him.

Patton: “Whoa there kiddo, I’m not going to hurt you or anything. It’s me see? No need to be so scared, you’re safe.”

- Patton used his free hand to lightly press his index finger against Virgil’s hair in order to comfort him. Though, just having to say those words caused Patton’s heart to tighten. It was no wonder Virgil always acted the way he did when he size-shifted. The thought that Virgil maybe afraid of him was tearing him up inside. Virgil on the other hand opened his eyes slowly at Patton’s words. He was confused as to why Patton would ever think he would be afraid of him and thus took the time to observe his surroundings. Finally he came to the startling truth that Patton had not grown, but somehow he had shrunk. Flustered at his misunderstanding Virgil frantically started explaining himself.

Virgil: “Oh Patton, I’m sorry. There’s no way in this world I could ever be afraid of you! I-I had thought that you had grown and that somehow it was my fault. I was so worried over nothing and it made you feel terrible. I’m really sorry Pat.”

Patton: “Awe Virgil! That’s the first time you’ve ever called me Pat! That makes me really giddy inside so no need to worry. Still, I’m glad to know that you aren’t scared but it seems like you also don’t know why you’ve shrunk.”

Virgil: “Yeah...I have no idea why I’m like this. It doesn’t seem like I can grow back right now either. I think I’m still too worn out from that testing.”

- Virgil stared down at his hands and compared it to the size of Patton’s thumb. Sure he wasn’t afraid, but he wondered about something else. 

Patton: “We should probably go find the others and see if Logan can give us any answers.”

- As Patton was about to rise up from the ground Virgil whispered under his breathe.

Virgil: “Is this how you all felt?”

- Patton stopped rising abruptly, puzzled by Virgil’s mumbling. He gave him a worried look in response.

Patton: “What’s up kiddo? Is something wrong?”

Virgil: “Hey Pat...could we stay here a bit longer, just you and me. I have some things I want to get off my chest before we see the others.”

- Patton gave Virgil a smile and sat himself down on the ground.

Patton: “I’m all ears!”

Virgil: “Thanks. I um, I wanted to ask if this is how you felt the first time I held you?”

Patton: “What feeling would that be?”

- Virgil paused for a moment in order to better word his response. He needed to ask, but at the same time he didn’t want to hurt Patton’s feelings like before.”

Virgil: “Afraid...not that I’m afraid of you, but it’s like an instinctual reaction to seeing something so much bigger than yourself and that creeping sensation in the back of your mind that reminds you that you’re not in control.” 

Patton: “I’ll be honest with you Virgil. Yes, I was afraid but not because I thought you were going to hurt me. I was afraid of losing you more than anything.”

Virgil: “Really?”

Patton: “Yeah, you mean a lot to me Virgil. I fight to keep my family close to me and you’re my family. Even if we hadn’t known each other for every long I did know that you were not a bad person.”

- Virgil couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with emotion from such words. He grasped tightly onto Patton’s thumb and rubbed his face against it. Patton giggled a bit as it tickled and Virgil was just too adorable. Yet, Virgil still had other things to talk about so he stopped his fooling around and continued.

Virgil: “That test was really intense. I’m still not sure what happened by the end of it and obviously I have no idea what happened after as I’ve become like this. All I really remember after I got on my stomach was this weird power rising up inside me and then the rest is kind of hazy. Patton...how big did I get?”

- Patton twitched at his question. He wasn’t sure if it would be a good idea to tell him yet so he remained silent as Virgil continued.

Virgil: “What did the others do afterwards? How did they react? I remember at one point Logan asked me to keep my eyes open so I wouldn’t hit my head on the ceiling again, but when I saw your figures getting smaller and smaller there was no way I could keep my eyes open. I couldn’t help remembering how Roman first looked at me back in the forest. That face, I’m still scared that I’ll have to see it again.”

- Patton wasn’t sure what to answer first or what to say. He waited for a short while until he began to respond. 

Patton: “Virgil, I’ll tell you what happened but I need you to promise me that you understand that you are safe here. None of us think of you as a monster and we would never want you to feel like one either. Can you promise me you can handle what I’m about to tell you and not think badly about yourself?”

- Virgil gulped loudly at such a proposal, but knew he wanted to know...no, he needed to know. He nodded his head in agreement.

Virgil: “I promise.”

Patton: “Alright, to answer your first question you grew to 1000 feet and filled the entirety of the facility.”

- Virgil froze in horror at the unearthly concept of him almost overflowing this massive facility. He almost started panicking, but snapped out of it as he remembered his promise and the fact that Patton wasn’t hurt. Meaning he hadn’t accidentally hurt them during or after his spontaneous growth. 

Virgil: “A-a thousand?”

- Patton nodded his head sheepishly.

Patton: “I was so worried too. You looked so worn out and you weren’t able to talk. I really thought you might be hurt. Luckily, Logan noticed you were fine for the most part and could still see and hear us.”

Virgil: “Wha-what about the others. How was Roman?”

Patton: “Roman was...rattled. He had fallen over from the shock-wave your sudden growth caused. I’d hate to say it too, but he did look scared. Even Logan froze up for a little bit. He mentioned how you had grown past his expectations so I think that’s why he was shocked. As for Rom-”

Virgil: “What did Roman do afterwards?”

- Patton was growing worried about this train of questioning, but answered nonetheless. He understood why Virgil needed to know. 

Patton: “He kept quiet and went straight to the training room to calm down and collect his thoughts. He might still be there honestly.”

Virgil: “I see…”

Patton: “Listen kiddo, that test went way too far. Logan’s curiosity got the better of him and there was no need for you to have gone through something like that. If anything we should have taken it slow, so I’m sor-”

Virgil: “No Pat it’s okay. I know that Roman wasn’t lying when he said he now sees me as family and not as a monster, but I also know that it’s hard to change so suddenly. It also wasn’t just Logan who was excited for the testing, I-I too wanted to test my limits and see if I actually could grow bigger than them. It felt really good too. I hate to admit it, but knowing that I could made me feel powerful. That I didn’t have to be afraid of them anymore, but at the same time I…”

- Virgil bite his lip as he locked eyes with Patton. His eyes were wide and he had a complex expression on.

Virgil: “I was afraid of myself. Pat, is it wrong that I felt like that? Is it wrong that I’m starting to like this power?”

- Patton brought his free hand back up and pressed his index finger against Virgil’s face and gently moved it under his chin and back in a soothing motion.

Patton: “Oh course not kiddo. This power is a part of you and you are a good person. You want to be able to control this power in order to keep us safe, right?”

Virgil: “Yeah I do, I honestly do. I want to protect you, Roman, and Logan. I want to protect my family more than anything!”

Patton: “Then you have your answer. There’s no need to be afraid of what you can do because no matter what we’ll be here to support you. Remember, you’re not alone anymore Virgil.”

Virgil: “Thanks Patton. I feel a lot better now after talking with you about all this.”

- Virgil looked around at the emptiness of the facility and back at Patton.

Virgil: “ I guess we should get going before the others come looking for us.”

Patton: “Right, we need to find out what caused you to shrink and also some of the equipment that’s usually in here shouldn’t be left outside for too long.”

- Patton slowly lifted himself off the ground while cupping Virgil securely in his hand. He then started towards the facility door and stepped outside. They made their way back inside the fortress to find the others.

To be continued.

Bonus: What really happened when Virgil realized he had shrunk

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[agentofscifi]

Super Genius Ch. 3

I march my way through the complex, ignoring the stares off all of the Avengers. My Dad is biting into a bagel as I stop next to him. He swallows quickly. “Happy Birthday Kiddo!”  

I feel my eye twitch. “Peter, Peni, Miles, Anya, and Gwen have all been bitten by radioactive spiders. MJ and Ned seem to be some sort of Superhero backup. Riri and Harley recreated your tech in garages. Are any of these kids normal?”  

My Dad flushes. “How’s you find out?”  

“Peter got surprised, jumped, landed on the ceiling and then stayed there! This is not normal!”  

My Dad opens and closes his mouth. “I can explain!”  

I raise an eyebrow. “Explain what? How every one of your new interns is either helping a superhero, is a superhero, or is on their way to being a Superhero? What is this, the Junior Avengers?”  

My Dad rolls his eyes. “I haven’t coined a name yet, and don’t you mean everyone but you?”  

I raise an eyebrow. “Maybe.” It didn’t matter as much now. My parents in France were told about me being Ladybug after I became the Guardian. The kids all already knew. Harley had looked in my bag for my charging cord last night only to find Tikki. This would be when Peter freaked out and got stuck on the ceiling. Giant talking bugs were not normal in New York, according to Peter. Either way, my superhero ID had already known to the rest of the kids.  

My Dad does a double take. “What does “maybe” mean?”  

I shrug. “Maybe means that I was given a pair of magical earrings with a tiny goddess that’s attached to them when I was 12 and that I’ve been fighting a magical terrorist for the past 3 years while in Paris.”  

Everyone is looking at me once again. My Father is blinking rapidly. “This is a joke, right?”  

Tikki suddenly pops up in the air next to me. “Hi, I’m Tikki! I’m the Ladybug Kawami.”  

A disheveled Clint looks up from his cup of coffee before slowly grabbing a newspaper and rolling it up. “Stark, don’t move. There’s a giant floating bug.”  

I reach forward and snatch the newspaper from his hand. “She’s a goddess.”  

Clint closes his eyes slowly. “So, no huge bug bites from the giant floating bug goddess?”  

I resist the urge to facepalm. “No, there won’t be any bug bites. Drink your coffee.” Clint nods and slowly starts to sip on his coffee again.  

My Dad clears his throat. “Magical terrorist?”  

“Who uses evil butterflies to possess people.”  

My Dad stares at me then looks to the ceiling. “FRIDAY? Is my daughter on drugs?”  

“No, Mr. Stark. Further research has turned up a few blogs and news articles speaking of Ladybug, Chat Noir, and several other heroes fighting a Hawkmoth and Mayura.”  

My Dad furrows his brow. “Is Paris on drugs?”  

I roll my eyes. “No, Dad. This is not the point. Are you, or are you not, starting some kind of Junior Justice League?”  

My father gives me a playful glare. “Mari, you know me. I’m just mentoring.”  

“So you are starting a Junior Justice League.” I throw my hands into the air. “You have got to be kidding me!”  

“Marinette!” My Dad is whining now, like a child.  

I roll my eyes and decide to skip out on the rest of my questions involving my Father’s collection of teenage superheroes. “Dinner with Pepper, Rodney, and Happy tonight?”  

He smiles. “Of course, at your favorite restaurant!”  

I peak him on the cheek. “Love you Dad!” I twist around on my heels and hit the button for the elevator.  

Sam blinks as I step into the elevator. Tikki waves at Sam, who hesitantly waves back. “What’s with the floating giant bug in the elevator?”  

“The tiny goddess attached to Tony’s kid’s earrings that she used to fight a magical terrorist in France that’s possessing people with butterflies.” Natasha leans back in her seat, sipping on a cup of coffee.  

Sam rubs his eyes and looks back at Tikki, who is still waving cheekily. “I’m going back to bed.”  

The elevator door closes as Sam turns back around to go to bed.  

A few seconds later I end up back in the Teen living room. Harley looks up as I walk back in. “So, are we the Junior Justice League?”  

“Yup. You guys ready for today?”  

Ned briefly throws his hands up in the air. “5 Days of Star Wars in less than 24 hours!”  

MJ rolls her eyes as she finishes up the shopping list. “It’s 7 days Ned. We need to sleep.”  

“Sleep is for the weak!” Peni sitting on top of her robot, her spider resting on her shoulder.  

Anya sighs and runs a hand over her face. “I cannot believe I am doing this.”  

My mouth splits wide open. “Doing what Anya? Adding an AI to the Avengers Tower, freeing ourselves of the Baby Monitors, and rebelling form the man upstairs.”  

Gwen looks over the back of the couch with a raised eyebrow. “Is the man your father?”  

“Yes and if he was in my shoes, he’d be doing the exact same thing.”  

Gwen shrugs. “Probably.”  

“I’m sorry!” Peter looks around at all of us. “Are we all just going to go with the tiny goddess living in our...apartment, the girl with magical earrings, and the terrorist in Paris with magical butterflies possessing people?”  

“Peter,” Miles looks up from the sketch book in his hand. “There's a wizard with a semi-sentiate cape living in New York. The tiny goddess makes more sense than the cape. The evil butterflies, I’ll give you that. That’s just weird.”  

I click my tongue. “Says the kid who developed invisibility after being bitten by a spider. That’s weird.”  

Miles holds his hands up. “Agree to disagree.” He reaches down and holds up his paper. It was done in colored pencil, but was drawn as if it was spray painted. It was a large yin-yang symbol, however, a spider sat in the Yin circle of the Yang side and the arc reactor symbol sat in the Yang circle of the Yin side. “What do you think?”  

“I think we need to add spray paint to the shopping list. We have our symbol of rebellion.”  

Harley shrugs again. “Or the symbol of our Junior Avengers?”  

Riri glares up at Harley. “Way to ruin the moment, country boy.”  

Back in Paris  

Lila’s POV  

Alya squeals as Miss. Bustier smiles before the collection of students. Technically, Lycée was out for the year, but after months of fundraising and paperwork, the Akuma Class of Lycée Françoise Dupont was attending the International Technology Showcase in Washington D.C. in 2 months. A sizable anonymous donation was sent to the school. I had already spun a story telling all of my sheep that Tony Stark sent the money so that we could see the Showcase in D.C.  

Max had already planned on attending the showcase this summer, as he was showing off a computer program of his. With the announcement that the school would be covering the rest of the trip, several other students in the class were considering adding their own inventions to the showcase. I would have to whip something up and then maybe I’d be able to catch the eye of someone at the showcase. Science wasn’t where I wanted to end up, but winning some award at a huge competition for a bunch of nerds would look great on my portfolio.  

I give a loud sigh. “This sounds great, but unfortunately, my designs went missing. I had this amazing idea that I worked out with Tony Stark. The equations and blueprints disappeared out of my bag on the last day of school.” 3, 2, 1, and!  

Alya gasps. “I bet it was Marinette, just like your laptop Lila!”  

“Did you ever go to the police, Lila?” Rose is giving me one of those obnoxious smiles.  

“I tried, but since I didn’t have any proof, they said they couldn’t do much. Marinette must have reset the tablet.” I give a few sniffs as the class tries to comfort me.  

“You know, I bet if we told Marinette’s parents they’d believe us!” Alya stands up from the benches just outside the school. “I bet they’ll force Marientte to give back Lila’s laptop.”  

A brief wave of shock rolls over me. That was something I hadn’t considered yet, turning Ms. Goodie-Tooshoe’s parents against her. The iPad idea might not work alone, but with all the other stories I had made up, I could probably convince them. “Well, if you think it’s the best thing to do.”  

The whole class makes their way over to the bakery, Alya at the lead. I let the class escort me over, as if I didn’t want to be bothering the two bakers.  

Alya slams open the front door, the bell’s ring catching the attention of the two people behind the register, as well as the woman attempting to order. Both of Marientte’s parents give the class smiles, however, they seem hesitant. “Hello kids,” Marinette’s mother waves to us. “I’ll be with you in a second.”  

Alya, instead, marches her way towards the counter and pushes the woman aside. “Mrs. Dupain-Cheng, we have something important to talk to you about!”  

Said woman’s smile falls instantly as the other woman rubs her side. I immediately knew this wouldn’t go to plan. I’d have to adapt to get things my way. “Alya, I’m with a customer. It will have to wait a few minutes.”  

Alya rolls her eyes. “This is more important. Where’s Marinette?”  

Mrs. Dupain-Cheng crosses her arms over her chest. “Marinette isn’t here. What is this all about?”  

“Mari’s been bullying Lila!” Alya points back to me and I give a small wave. “She’s stolen things from her, called her a liar, has sent mean texts, and just a few days ago, she took Lila’s iPad and some tech plans Lila worked out with Tony Stark.”  

Marinette’s parents share a look before her mother bursts out laughing. Alya rears back her head in shock and I can’t even hide my surprise. Mrs. Dupain-Cheng looks back at us. “Marinette didn’t steal any tech plans. She doesn’t need to.”  

Alya opens and closes her mouth a few times. “What! Of course she does! She’s a complete scatterbrain.”  

Mrs. Dupain-Cheng’s eyes darken. “My daughter skipped a year of school and still had the best grades in your class, hell, in your year. She managed to have these top grades while juggling her class’ work, class representative duties and all of your outrageous requests that were usual last minute and always free.”  

Several of my classmates are red or pale after those words. This was not going my way at all. I give Marinette’s mother a big smile. “Well, that’s what friends do, they help each other.”  

Mrs. Dupain-Cheng raises an eyebrow. “Right. I suppose this is why my daughter spent countless nights and hundreds of euros on fabrics for commission she was never paid for. Or, why Marinette was told she’d be babysitting three little kids for free while their older siblings went on dates with the money their parents gave them for babysitting. Or why she was told she was being selfish everytime she tried to ask for help.”  

I let my smile fall. This was not going to plan at all. “She stole things from Lila!” Alya has a look of disbelief on her face. “She stole important work. So what if Marinette’s a year ahead. Max still has way better grades than her. You’ll see next year when we restart classes.”   

Max’s chest puffs out in pride. I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes. Mrs. Dupain-Cheng just raises an eyebrow. “Go to the police then, if my daughter has stolen something. As for next year, Marinette graduated Lycée last week after years of working ahead. She’s attending MIT in the fall.”  

This could not be happening. Adrien looks at Marinette’s mother with shocked eyes. “Why didn’t she tell us?”  

At the same time Alya screams. “What!”  

The eyebrow is raised even high. “Because you told my daughter that you weren’t friends with her anymore. Now, you had barged into my shop, pushed a client, and rudely interrupted a sale. Please leave!”  

“But-”  

“Now!” The class scurried out the door, me along with them. Marinette’s mother looked truly angry.  

We all stand outside the shop, several of my sheep looking completely confused. Since when was Ms. Goodie-Goodie smart enough to graduate two years early?  

I huff and I slowly make my way up the staircase of the Dupain-Cheng home. I need something for this showcase and if Marientte is as smart as her mother says she is, then she’d have something. I managed to pick the lock of the bakery and make my way up to the attic that Marinette called a room.  

It was bare. That was the best way to describe the room. All of the walls were empty of decorations. The desk had nothing on it either. All that was left was the basic furniture and the sheets on the bed. I try all of the desk drawers and even under the bed, nothing. Then, I remember it the board Alya told me about. The schedule of Adrien’s that Marinette had kept.  

I rooted around at the edge of the bed until I found it. The edge of the board. Smiling, I pull it all the way down. It was several layers of plans on top of each other. There were details about several apps, some green projects and well as some super resistant fabric for firefighters. What really caught my eye was the equations and blue prints for a small device that would wirelessly charge any device in a 50 radius. I snap photos of all layers of plans. If I could get this stuff out there, I could make thousands, and all with the help of Marinette. The only issue would be if Marinette came after me for stealing her work. Who was I kidding, that wouldn’t be an issue. I’d just shed some tears and tell everyone about Marinette’s bullying. I had school records to back me up. It’s not like anyone would believe her if she said she did the work.  

New York City

Marinette’s POV

I click my tongue as a notification pops up on my phone. After Chloe had broken into my room I’d set up security cameras and motion sensor alerts in case anyone else tried something. A good idea seeing as Lila was currently picking at things in my room. I raise an eyebrow as she pulls down my chart and starts to take photos of my inventions on there.  

“Everything alright?” Riri stops at shoulder and looks over at the phone. “What is she doing?”  

“She is taking photos of my ideas. The coding for a few apps, blueprints for some green energy things, the information required for my super resistant firefighter fabric and an invention I got a patent back on last week. It goes on sale in a month with Stark Industries.”  

“Cool. How does she expect to get away with this?”   

“Didn’t you hear!” I pick up an overly fake fangirl tone of voice. “It’s Lila Rossi! She’s Ladybug’s best friend, she saved Jagged Stone’s kitten, she does all kinds of environmental charities with Prince Ali, she helps the Avengers and all while having arthritis, sprained ankles and wrists, and tinnitus that switches ears every few hours.”  

Peter stops in the middle of the living room, a look of complete confusion on his face. “I thought Jagged Stone had a crocodile?”  

“He does Peter.”  

“Since when does Tinnitus switch ears?” Peter is still confused.  

“Since she saved Jagged Stone’s cat from an airplane.”  

Harley snorts from the edge of the kitchen. “This sounds like fantasy.”  

I groan. “You’d think, but my class all believes her. Max made a freaking A.I robot, with emotions, but believes that a paper napkin could cut his eye. He wears glasses.”  

“What did Hawkmoth lower your class’ IQs or something?” Anya settles down into the nest we had made in the past hour.  

“A leading theory.”  

The phone rings with a facetime request. I hit the accept button and my father’s face pops up with a stack of papers in his hands. “What is this?”  

I raise an eyebrow. “You got our declaration of independence.”  

My father looks unimpressed. “What is this?”  

Riri is grinning next to me. “Our declaration of independence.”  

“What does that mean?” I can’t but laugh at the confused expression on my Dad’s face.   

Harley pops up on my other shoulder. “No baby monitoring protocols!”  

“Junk food all day!” Miles yells from his spot.  

“No bedtime!” Peni is cheering. Sometimes I forget how young she is.  

There’s laughing in the background from my father’s end. “Tony, are the kids beating you up?” I recognize Bucky’s voice in the background.  

My father ignores the comment. “How did you block FRIDAY?”  

“Simple, I added in my own AI. I left the backdoor open years ago.”  

“You have an AI?” My father’s face is torn between confusion and pride.  

“JADA. Junior Avengers Defying Adults.”  

“Mari!” My Dad is whining again.  

“You have 5-6 days to review our Declaration, we will be occupied during this time. We have a lawyer, for the record.”  

“Do I want to know what you’ll be doing?”  

“Star Wars marathon. All 12 movies, along with all 7 seasons of Clone Wars, the first season of the Bad Batch, all 4 seasons of Rebels, and the two seasons of The Mandalorian. If we don’t sleep, it’s roughly 7711 minutes of Star Wars, which is 128 hours and 31 minutes or 5 days and eight hours. So, when you see us again is entirely dependent on how long we can go without sleep.”  

“I worry about you sometimes.”  

“ I’ve got to go. Ned just put in the first film.”

“Just one question. What is on the floor behind you?”  

I looked over my shoulder at the nest that had been put together over the past hour. Riri was settling into her spot. “That’s 6 mattresses, 19 blankets, and about a dozen pillows.”  

“Why?”  

“Couches are boring.”  

“Ok, now I’m worried about all of you.”  

“Goodbye Dad!”

Before ~~~~~~ Next

[emy-loves-you]

Wrong Numbers and Useless Gays Chapter 4

Sad Boys and Fun Facts

Patton’s a sad boi but Virgil has a distraction

Chapter 3 | Masterlist | Chapter 5

Three weeks had passed since Virgil had first texted Roman. In those three weeks, Virgil had learned a lot about his new friends.

First, there was Patton. God, did that man love puns. Virgil also loved puns, but he preferred reading Patton’s puns over making his own. Remus had caught Virgil blushing at his phone and made a comment about his new “friends with benefits” (Virgil had been unable to respond. He was too busy trying to hold back his giggles from one of Patton’s pun tangents). Patton also made it clear that he was the “Dad Friend” of the group. Virgil couldn’t type a single self-deprecating comment without Patton threatening to physically fight him. It was rather terrifying, really. He also made sure that everyone was taking care of themselves. Once they learned that they were in the same timezone (They hadn’t shared cities yet. Friend or no, Virgil was telling where he lived in that quickly) Patton made it his goal to check in and make sure that Virgil ate at mealtime. One last thing about Patton was his… struggle with technology. He tended to send almost everything directly to the group chat instead of private messages. Logan said that he tried to teach Patton how to do so, but the lessons never seemed to stick.

Speaking of Logan, the nerd had his own quirks. He didn’t type much, usually only responding when someone required everyone to respond. The other time that he typed was during debates. Nine days into their friendship, Virgil had mentioned saying “you too” to a cute barista and claimed that he ruined any chances with his new crush. While Patton and Roman offered words of encouragement, Logan remained silent. Virgil had assumed that Logan agreed with him but didn’t want to upset his boyfriends. As soon as their conversation ended, Virgil received a private text from Logan, requesting to debate. They argued over cognitive distortions for a whole hour before they reached a compromise. Logan had called the debate “lit” and asked if they could debate again in the future. That was another thing about Logan. Apparently, he had vocabulary cards for slang words. When he was talking out loud, he would hold the card up so the others knew what slang word he was attempting to use. When texting, he would put quotation marks around the word. It was adorable, in Virgil’s humble opinion.

Then there was Roman. Princey was known for his dramatic flair and Disney references. When he was feeling especially Extra™ , he would use “thees” and “thys” and call people peasants. He also had a love for nicknames. Patton had very few personal nicknames, with most of them being terms of endearment like “honey” and “amor.” Most of Logan’s nicknames pertained to him being a nerd, such as “pocket protector” and “Microsoft Nerd.” He seemed to have a limitless number of nicknames for Virgil, with most of them referencing his emo-aesthetic (how Princey had discovered that so early in their friendship, Virgil had no clue). He never repeated Virgil’s nicknames; the only exception was “storm cloud,” which he tended to use at least once every conversation.

Virgil had become extremely close with the trio over these three weeks. That wasn’t the only thing he did, just the thing he did most often. The Dark Sides had finalized their contract with Thomas, who set up a tour almost immediately. Virgil really should have seen that coming. Their band had become extremely popular over the past few years, and they had only done one tour before this. Performing across the country would help boost their popularity even further. Virgil sighed, his anxiety spiking at just the thought of seeing all those faces in the crowd. That was why he used the persona Anxiety. Anxiety wasn’t afraid of anything, he was fear. Being Anxiety allowed Virgil to be confident and suave without worrying about judgment. They judged Anxiety, not Virgil. The case was similar for Janus and Remus. Deceit was elegant and mysterious, while Duke was loud and over-the-top. They didn’t have to be rejects wanting to fit in with society. No, they were Rockstars. Society wanted to fit in with them. And Virgil was just fine with that.

Bzzz

Vigil glanced over at his phone. He was in Los Angelas right now, around halfway through his tour, which put him 3 hours behind his new friends. He glanced over at his clock, 9:45 PM glaring at him through the dark. He turned back to his phone. Why are they up at 12:45 in the morning? I know Logan keeps them on a rigid sleep schedule.

P- (9:45 PM) Ro? Are you still up?

V- (9:45 PM) Pat, why are you still up?

P- (9:45 PM) Why are you still up, kiddo? It’s almost 1 AM! Don’t you have a hangout with your friends today?

Virgil sighed, thinking of the concert he had tomorrow. He glanced over to his sketchbook. Patton had been really impressed with his sketches, so he had been practicing less gory drawings to show him. It had evolved into something almost therapeutic. Knowing how he worked, Virgil would probably sketch until around 2 in the morning, then sleep until 8 AM. The concert wasn’t until 7 PM, so he had enough time to sleep in if necessary.

V- (9:46 PM) First of all, you know I’m in California right now. It’s 9:46 for me. Second of all, we’re not hanging out until tomorrow night, so I can sleep in if needed. Third of all, you’re avoiding the question: What are you and Roman doing up at 1 in the morning? I thought you guys had work in the morning.

P- (9:47 PM) We do. Roman got a burst of inspiration at around 10, and he usually refuses to sleep until he writes it all down. He probably fell asleep at his desk, that silly billy!

V- (9:47 PM) That doesn’t explain why you’re still awake. And why didn’t you get up to check on him? I thought you guys lived together.

P- (9:47 PM) We do! I just couldn’t fall asleep tonight. And the bed’s too warm to get up!

V- (9:48 PM) Well, Princey’s probably being a “sleeping beauty”

Virgil frowned at his phone. Patton hadn’t responded to his text. Sure, that wasn’t a very good pun, but it was still a pun. Patton laughed at every pun he saw, or at least followed it up with another pun. He could be asleep, but didn’t he just say that he had trouble sleeping?

V- (9:50 PM) Pat?

P- (9:50 PM) Yeah, Kiddo?

V- (9:50 PM) Are you okay?

V- (9:52 PM) Patton?

V- (9:52 PM) I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. Just because you didn’t answer my pun doesn’t mean that there’s something wrong with you. I’m sorry that I sounded like an asshole.

P- (9:52 PM) No, Sweety. It’s fine! It’s nice to know that someone cares about you!

P- (9:53 PM) I’m just a little sad today.

V- (9:53 PM) Do you wanna talk about it?

P- (9:54 PM) I’m fine, Kiddo! This just happens sometimes. No need to worry!

Virgil sighed, thinking about how much Patton reminded him of Janus. Janus grew up neglected, and was taught to convince everyone that his life was perfect. By the time Virgil had met him, Janus was 19 and a compulsive liar. Virgil wasn’t much better, having just gotten kicked out of the foster system. Virgil lived with Janus (and soon Remus) until The Dark Sides had enough income for Virgil to live on his own (technically Janus had more than enough money for that- his parents were loaded. But Virgil wanted to have something that he earned. He wasn’t just some charity case). When they first lived together, Virgil could never tell what Janus was actually thinking. It took a lot of time and trust to separate Janus from Deceit. Now, he was still heavily sarcastic, and he tended to close himself off when he got upset, but Janus had come a long way.

Virgil looked back to his phone. Patton didn’t seem to have it as bad as Janus did, but you could never tell. At least he acknowledged that he wasn’t okay. There is the chance that something really is bothering him, but Virgil had to trust Patton on that note. It is entirely possible that Patton is just feeling down today; God knows how many times Virgil would question why he should get out of bed. He bit his lip. What helps me when I feel sad for no reason? He smiled, remembering when Remus would spout the most obscene things to distract himself from his own negative thinking. A distraction.

V- (9:56 PM) Did you know that giraffes can clean their ears with their own tongues?

P- (9:56 PM) What?

V- (9:56 PM) “Rhythm” is the longest word in the English language that doesn’t have a vowel.

V- (9:56 PM) Elephants are the only mammals that cannot jump.

P- (9:57 PM) More like Elecan’t!

V- (9:57 PM) Haha :)

V- (9:57 PM) Without food coloring, Coca Cola would be green.

V- (9:57 PM) A 3-year-old boy was elected as mayor in Dorset, Minnesota

P- (9:58 PM) No way!

V- (9:58 PM) Yes way! His name was James Tufts.

V- (9:58 PM) 7 different dogs have been elected as mayors in the US.

P- (9:58 PM) I love dogs! They’re such good boys!

Virgil smiled, adding Loves Dogs to his mental list of Quirky things I like about Patton Morale. They continued to talk about dog mayors for a while until Patton ended it abruptly.

P- (10:14 PM) Why are you doing this?

V- (10:14 PM) Doing what?

P- (10:15 PM) Why are you going out of your way to try and cheer me up? You should’ve stopped talking to me 20 minutes ago. Instead, we’re laying here at 1 AM talking about dog mayors! I would have been fine on my own. Why are you wasting your time on me?

V- (10:16 PM) Pat, if you tell me that I’m wasting my time talking to you, I’m going to have to physically fight you. You are my FRIEND. I care about you. When you’re sad, I WANT to cheer you up. When you’re happy, I WANT to laugh along to your punny jokes. Because I know, at the end of the day, if I was sad and needed someone to cheer me up, you would do it in a heartbeat. You, Lo, and Princey are amazing people, and my time spent with you will NEVER be a waste. I swear.

Virgil sighed, dropping his phone on the bed. He might’ve been too forward with that last text. But it was true. While the four of them weren’t nearly as close as Virgil was with Janus and Remus, he still cared about them a lot.

P- (10:18 PM) Thanks, Virgil. That really means a lot to me

P- (10:18 PM) I’m gonna try and get some sleep now

V- (10:18 PM) Alright Patton, Goodnight

P- (10:18 PM) Goodnight

The next day, Virgil saw a postcard in the window of a gift shop. It had a puppy with sunglasses on the beach, with cartoonish letters saying “Having A WonderFUR Time!” He took a picture and sent it to Princey.

V- (1:08 PM) What’s your address or PO? I wanna send this to Patton.

R- (1:09 PM) Say no more, Hot Topic!

V- (1:09 PM) Aw, you think I’m hot.

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Fate - Alec Lightwood

Let me just say before I start, yes I am aware that Alec is gay! I have read the first book, (getting the rest for my birthday) and I am so in love with Malec it is so not even funny anymore, but at the same time I read fanfiction and fiction in general to escape to put myself in the shoes of the reader. So when I write that is also what I do. I don’t know how to write in a male’s perspective and I’m not about to write a full story about it. 

so in short, I am sorry to whoever I offend by posting this story. But I have been Brewing it over in my head since October 2019. So all I can say is I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think. <3

I never knew who my mother was. She left me on the doorstep of the Lightwood’s when I was just a baby. Alexander Lightwood and I grew up together, wreaking havoc on Maryse and Robert since before we could talk. The Lightwood’s were exiled from Idris before my first birthday and with Alec and I in tow Maryse and Robert moved to New York, where they proceeded to have Isabelle, and where they adopted Jace Wayland. The Four of us were never seen without each other as we grew up. Alec became Jace’s Parabatai and Izzy and I were close to it ourselves, we just never got around to doing the ritual while we were growing up.

When Clary joined the institute, Jace and Alec seemed to be in a disagreement constantly. I started to worry for my family, I wasn’t sure how parabatai’s actually worked but I was almost sure that Jace and Alec’s might start to disappear if they kept at it.

I had followed Clary, Jace and Izzy to help free Meliorn from Lydia. We were surprised to say the least when Alec was the one leading Meliorn to the silent brothers. Clary, Jace and I snuck up behind Alec and Meliorn.

“Alec.” Clary yelled jogging ahead and gaining his attention. Jace stepped in between Alec and Meliorn and the entrance to the City of Bones. I stayed back out of the way. I noticed Alec’s eyes shift for a spilt second to me before turning his attention back to Jace and Clary like I wasn’t even there.

“You told me you were taking Clary back to the Institute. You lied to me.” He growled his hands closing into fists.

“I did what needed to be done.”  Jace fired back as Clary walked up to Meliorn and I took a couple of steps forward, in case I was needed to break up a parabatai fight.

“Alec, the Clave has gone too far. You have to see that. Please, just let Meliorn go.” I said calmly to him. His eyes flicked to me yet again before he looked down, not making eye contact.

“I have my orders.” His hand twitched slightly, getting ready for a fight. I saw Clary flare up.

“You and your damn orders. Who cares about orders?” Clary shouted at him. I squeezed my eyes shut, she has no idea about this world. I opened my eyes as Alec took a step closer to Clary.

“See?” he almost laughed while he gestured to Clary. “That’s how little you know about being a Shadowhunter. You couldn’t possibly understand–.”

“It’s you that doesn’t understand, Alec. Not this time.” Jace started as Alec started to move closer to the entrance. “I’m really sorry.” Jace’s head motions for me to go. I jump on Alec’s back, easier than I expected honestly, still not as easy as you might think.

“Clary, Meliorn, go, now!” Jace yells, Clary and Meliorn make a run for it as Alec flips me off his back and kneels gently on my chest. Jace knocks Alec off me and quickly jump up into a fighting stance.

“You always broke the rules, but never the law, not until she showed up.” Alec accused.

“You’ve had it out for Clary from the start. And now you’re getting married, Alec? We both know what this is about.” Jace yelled, I stood back and watched boys fight it out.

“Oh, do we? Okay. Why doesn’t the legend, Jace Wayland, tell us what’s it about?” Alec counters pushing Jace up against the cave wall.

“It’s about Mia! It’s about your feelings. It’s because you’re–.” Jace yells at him as my jaw goes slack looking at the two of them. Alec has pulled out his blade and now has Jace on the ground with it placed against his neck. “Do it. Do it! I don’t wanna be alive if we’re on different sides, Alec.” I watch as Alec gets off Jace.

“Come with us. We’ll fight Valentine the right way: together.” I told Alec stepping closer to him as Jace gets to his feet.

“If we do that, we’ll be considered traitors like Mom and Dad.” Alec said, I knew he was worried about what they had done as circle members, but I didn’t think it was this bad. This must be why he is getting married.

“I’m begging you, my parabatai, my brother. Please, Alec, come with us.” Jace pleaded with him as he and I both stepped forward again. Alec slid down the wall of the cave shaking his head.

“No.” with that one word I felt my heart break. I made sure Alec could see it as Jace and I walked away, he pulled me into his side as a tear rolled down my cheek.

We met back up with Meliorn and Clary outside of the Hotel Dumort. Izzy was locked in a passionate kiss with Meliorn before Jace clears his throat to break them up.

“I hate to break up this reunion, Izzy, but we have to go.” Jace reminded her of the rest of the mission; get Meliorn back to the Seelie realm.

“You’re in good hands.” Izzy says to Meliorn before turning to Clary, Jace and I. “I need to get back to the Institute, see what hell has broken loose. Try and talk some sense into Alec.” She gives me a sad look before she places a hand on my arm gently. “Take care of him.”

“We will.” Clary and I saw in unison.

“Kick Alec’s ass for me.” I told her. She and Meliorn share another kiss before she pulls away and walks her way to the institute.

Isabelle told me it was your idea to rally the Downworlders. That you spearheaded my rescue.” Meliorn said to Clary, “She also told me that you would have to go up against Alec, someone you love,” he turned his attention to me. I felt my cheeks blush before the memory of Alec saying ‘no’ to Jace and I resurfaced and all I did was nod my head towards Meliorn.

“Don’t give me too much credit. Isabelle made this happen. We just helped.” Clary stated as we started walking.

“She’s being modest. You’re a Shadowhunter now.” Jace said.

“I have been surprised by more than one Shadowhunter tonight. You risked everything to unite us.” Meliorn thanked Clary once again.

“Right after you tried to sell her out.” Jace reminded Meliorn. I looked away as we continued to walk towards a park I had never seen before.

“Not my finest moment. Which is why I’m offering you both a gift, for your sacrifice. If you’re ready, I can help you find your father.” Meliorn said addressing both Clary and I. I looked behind me to Jace, giving him a questioning look. I didn’t know who my father was.

 Clary and I stepped through the portal to the alternate dimension, where she and I were standing in a kitchen together. She turns around and grasps a butter knife holding it up in front of her.

“Where’s my mother?!” she shouts accusingly.

 “Whoa. Is this from one of your cosplay skits?” I heard Valentine ask as I turn around. “Uh, honey? Come in here. You gotta see this.” He turns to call into the living room. “No, seriously, you have to let me come with you, just once, okay? I wanna see what you do at these things, all right?” he turns to face the two of us again. Jocelyn enters the kitchen and takes in the scene in front of her, Clary slightly in front of me holding up a knife.

“Val, you’re not allowed to do cosplay. You’d stick out like a sore thumb.” Jocelyn says coming up to Valentine. At the sight of her mother Clary drops the knife and moves over to her.

 “Mom.” She pulls her in for a tight hug. I just stand there unsure of what to do.

 “Wow. Wow, if you miss us this much, you should really leave the dorm room more often.” Jocelyn jokes as Clary pulls away.

 “Right. Sorry.” Clary moves back over to me.

“Oh Amelia, honey, your mum said she wouldn’t be able to see you for breakfast this morning, so you’ve got us instead.” Jocelyn says to me before she moves to sit down at the kitchen table. I notice one of the sketches is signed by Jocelyn Morgenstern. I nudge Clary discreetly who then looks at the painting also. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket as Clary sits down hesitantly.

 “Clary…” Jocelyn holds up a cup of tea in a toast as I sit down opposite Clary at the table pulling out my phone. “In honour of your father’s Mad Hatter party tonight.” She takes a sip and I look at the message that lit up my screen.

From: Alec

Can’t wait to see you today, looking forward to that coffee :)

“Your mom made waffles for you. Come on, kiddo, you gotta eat something, right. So, Clarissa… when do I get to meet this new man in your life, hmm?” Valentine asks as he also sits down. It felt like I was intruding on family bonding time and I wasn’t even sure why I was here in the first place anyway. Valentine wasn’t my father.

 “Val.” Jocelyn chastised

 “What? I have to give my stamp of approval, right? For both of you by the way, you may not be blood related but we still think of you as our daughter Amelia.” Valentine said looking towards me. So that’s why I'm here. I'm basically family.

 “Oh, Clary, look at this commercial, it’s hilarious. It’s so bad, it’s good.” Jocelyn states and we all swivel on our chairs to look towards the tv sitting in the dining room. I see Magnus, Hodge and Luke on the tv in the commercial, apparently in this dimension Magnus is a psychic, I guess a warlock never changes his mark. I notice Clary starts to space out slightly and I drop my fork to bring her back. She gasps before standing up abruptly.

“I have to go.” She says as she gathers up her things.

“Uh, so do I, thank you for breakfast.” I say politely as I grab my phone and stand up too.

 “What?” Jocelyn asks Clary and I.

 “I thought you were spending the morning with us.” Valentine asks looking up at the two of us also.

“I, uh, have a last-minute assignment due that I haven’t even started yet, so I gotta go.” Clary states before rushing out of the door.

“I uh, have a date.” I say before following Clary out.

[castielsshield]

Sutton

Title: Sutton (Leave A Message Part 3)

Pairing: Female OC/Sam Winchester

Synopsis: After losing Jess, Sam continues to leave messages on her phone as a coping mechanism. Unbeknownst to Sam, that number has been adopted by another person.

Word Count: 1,871

Warnings: None

Part 2 || Part 4 || Masterpost

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   May 14th, 2006 - 8:13 p.m

     “Hi, babe. Dean and I went after a werewolf earlier today. I almost messed up the entire hunt. I had gotten to know the werewolf before we knew she was the monster, so I didn’t shoot her when she came after me. I just stood there and watched her come after me. I couldn’t see her as a monster. I only saw her as the girl I had previously been protecting. I’m sorry, Jess. I wish I had stayed away from you. If I had, you might still be alive. Sure, you would be with someone else, and I would be alone, but at least you would be alive. For that, I’m sorry.”

     May 27, 2006 - 10:18 p.m

     “Hey, Jess. Dean and I pulled over for lunch by the ocean today. It reminded me of the first time you took me to the beach. Do you remember that? I cried when I first stepped into the water and felt the waves. I know you saw, but you pretended not to notice. I don’t think I ever said thanks for that so, thank you, Jess.”

     June 6th, 2006 - 5:29 p.m

     “Hey there, Jess. I wish you were here, babe. I think Dean’s not telling me something. I don’t know what it is, but I’m so worried, and I don’t know what to do or what to say. I need your help, Jess. You were so good at figuring out a way to convince people that it was okay to tell you their secrets. I remember you wouldn’t even tell me what was going on if the other person wasn’t okay with it. I just don’t want Dean to get hurt. I wish I could get your help, Jess. I miss you.”

     June 7th, 2006 - 6:37 p.m

     “Jess, you wouldn’t believe what just happened. Well, maybe you would. Dean ate five burritos at dinner, and now he’s locked in the bathroom. The thing I left you a message about yesterday, how I thought Dean was keeping something important from me, he was just deciding what he wanted to eat five of today. I still wish you were here. I still miss you. I love you, Jess.”

     July 16, 2006 - 7:06 a.m

     “Jess, I don’t know what to do. We found Dad and saved him, but a demon hit us with a tractor-trailer when we were in the Impala. Dad is hurt, but he’s okay. Dean isn’t waking up and the-- the doctors are talking about taking him off of life support. A reaper is after Dean, but I can’t lose him. If Dean’s gone, I’ll only have dad left. Jess, do you remember what I told you about how dad used to treat Dean and me? What if he starts doing that again? What if-- what if dad tells the doctors to let Dean go? God, I wish you were here, babe. I need your help, Jess.”

     July 19, 2006 - 6:32 p.m

     “Jess, dad sold his soul. He’s gone. The last thing dad did was sell his soul so Dean could live. The demon that killed you and mom killed dad too. Jess, I’m losing everybody. What if I lose Dean too? I’m going to kill this damn demon. I’m going to kill it for killing mom and dad and you. I swear, Jess. I swear to you that I will kill this demon. I’ll kill it even if it kills me.”

     July 27th, 2006 - 1:09 a.m

     “Hey, babe. Dean and I hunted down a vampire nest today. I had to kill one as it stared right at me. I hope I never have to kill another one. When it looked at me, it seemed so human. I almost stopped and dropped my machete when it came after me. Its eyes were blue, just like yours. I miss you, Jess. I wish I were back at Stanford with you. I was so close to asking you to marry me, Jess. You would’ve been Mrs. Jessica Winchester. You would’ve been my wife. We would’ve been happy together. I would’ve been happy.”

     Those were the types of messages I got for the next couple of months. At first, I didn’t understand a thing about the werewolves or vampires. I especially didn’t know anything about the demons. However, my lack of understanding quickly mutated into motivation, yearning for knowledge. 

     I began reading old lore books. I bought everything from lore on werewolves to lore on angels and demons. I had my own money from selling my art and writing pieces online, so I never had to bring my father into the loop on what I was doing. 

     I would research one type of monster at a time, taking precise, organized notes about it as I read. I wanted to be able to reference the notes years in the future, so I kept the order of the records consistent. 

     The title of the page was the name of the monster, always placed at the top. The middle of the page was the signs and identifiers of that monster, how to kill it placed at the very bottom. On each side of that was a small column about half the size of the body paragraph. The right column was a rough sketch of the monster while the left column was filled with wardings, symbols, sigils, and other items that could be used against the monster.

     As I got farther along in my research, I decided to buy a laptop to help me research more and find signs of monsters around the country. I was also able to make copies of the lore pages in a document, so that will be helpful if I ever need to move around.

     After the message where the man revealed his last name, he began saying where he and his brother were going to ‘hunt’ the next monster. Every time I got a new location on the brothers, I would read up on the latest news articles of the town they were going to. Sure enough, every single time, the lore would match the signs in the town.

     As time went on, I learned more about the people that kill the monsters; Hunters. I learned what they did and how they moved around. I often found hunts around my state and the ones that surround it. Most of the time, I couldn’t hunt the monsters I found, but they still needed to be taken care of. My solution to that: inform other Hunters.

     At first, it was difficult to find other Hunters to pass the information to. But all I needed was one. Alexander Sutton is his name, and he was the key to my own life as a Hunter. 

     I first met Alexander when there was a string of odd killings in my hometown of Clayton, North Carolina. It was the end of February, a bit over a year after I got the first voicemail. I was at the gas station just down the road from my house. My dad was out on business again, and I had felt a need for something sour.

     I placed my sour gummy worms and bottled Coke on the counter, reaching behind me to pull out my wallet. As I twisted to my right, I caught sight of a newspaper headlining murders. I picked up the paper and began reading the first section of the article.

     ‘New Body Found By Police, Signature Matching Murders From Previous Months,’ read the headline. My eyes darted down to the sub-heading, and I inhaled as I read the bolded text. ‘Bodies Found In Clayton, North Carolina Without Their Hearts.’ 

     “Werewolf,” I murmured to myself, wincing as I remembered werewolves eat the hearts of their victims. I tapped the newspaper I was holding, signaling that I wanted to buy it as well. Pulling the cash for my purchases out of my wallet, I handed it to the cashier. He bagged my items and gave me my change. I gave him a tight smile and said, “thank you” before walking out of the building. 

     Before I made it out the door, I heard the man behind me rush forward and toss something light onto the counter. “Keep the change,” he said, pivoting on his heel and heading for the door as well.

     I was following the pale squares of the sidewalk away from the store when I felt a hand grab my shoulder. My body snapped around, and I took a step away from the person behind me. Instinctively, my left hand strayed to my back pocket, where I kept my new silver pocket knife. 

     Looking up, I realized the person who had grabbed me was the same man who stood behind me at the cash register. His eyes flicked to my hand, and he chuckled, taking a small step away from me.

     “Calm down, kiddo. I’m not trying to hurt you.” He leaned against the brick wall at his side, and he looked down at me. “You’re a Hunter.” It was a statement, not a question.

     “I’m more of a researcher, so far, but yes. I’m a Hunter,” I responded, mirroring his actions of leaning against the side of the building. I looked up at him, meeting the intense gaze of his grey eyes. ‘I might be young, but I’m not ignorant,’ I thought to myself.

     I hooked my thumb in the back pocket of my jeans, keeping my other fingers wrapped defensively around the knife. “I take it you’re a Hunter too.”

     “Yes, ma’am.” The man pushed himself off of the wall, extending his hand towards me. “My name is Alexander Sutton. I’ve been a hunter for fifteen years now. I started when I was twelve, so a bit younger than you, I’m guessing.”

     Reaching out, I clasped his hand in mine and gave it a firm shake. “I’m Ashley Whitman, but I go by Ash.” As I pulled away from Alexander, eyes focusing on his once again, I noticed the shock registered on his face. 

     His eyebrows furrowed together as he squinted his eyes. “You said your last name is Whitman?” 

     “Uh, yes. Is something wrong?” I questioned, my head quirking to the side.

     Alexander rubbed his hand down the side of his face as though trying to brush away a thought. “No, nothing’s wrong. I, uh, I just confused your last name with the name of another Hunter. That’s all it is.” He flashed me a grin, using it as an ending to his reassurance. “So, Ash, you seem to know quite a bit about hunting and I’m looking for a partner. Would you like to work on this case together?”

     I considered his offer for a moment before returning his grin with a crooked one of my own. “I don’t know. Would you be able to keep up with me?” 

     At my words, he threw his head back and laughed. Once he had regained his composure, Alexander stepped forward, gripping one of my shoulders in one hand. “I think we’re going to get along just fine. You’ve got potential, kid. You could go far in the hunting world.”

[always-anxious612]

Magic in the Air: Chapter 1

Description: In a world where magic exists everywhere and most people have it in one way or another, six friends are left without it. Still, they can’t help but dream for the chance to cast spells and charms on their own. Too bad dreams like that don’t come true...do they?

Parings: eventual roceit, eventual analogical, eventual intruality, platonic DRLAMP

Warnings: food mention (please let me know if I missed any or if you want something tagged)

Word Count: 1,608

Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

Magic. It used to be something only in fairytales. Just a fantasy thought up by a storyteller. A dream for the dreamers, an inspiration for the writers, a muse for the artists. But now, magic was everywhere. No one really remembered how it was discovered, or who it was who first started normalizing its use in everyday life, but it had been around long enough for it to be incorporated into everything. The very roots of the trees held it, cultivated by decades of growth and nutrition spells. Magic had invaded every nook of modern society, nestling itself in as if magic had always been there. And maybe it had.

Most everyone enjoyed being able to benefit from pre-made cleaning charms and special-made foods and drinks with different helpful spells (to give you energy, warmth, a sense of peace, etc). Very few held no magic at all; whether their skills lay in charms, spells, or potions, most everyone had some sort of magic ability.

Among the few who had no magic were six high-school friends, now college housemates: Logan Crofters, Patton Hart, Virgil Storm, Dee Black, and the twins Roman and Remus Prince. They had, of course, given up on the hope of developing magic abilities a long time ago. Everyone knew that if you didn’t develop magic as a child, it was basically impossible to learn it later on. But, naturally, the six couldn’t help but dream about a day when they’d be able to perform spells and charms; maybe even gain a “special skill” that didn’t need a spell to work, unique to their personalities. Too bad dreams like that don’t come true…

Roman Prince sighed happily as he made his way home from class, a cup of hot coffee in his hand. He was glad that he had remembered to add the heating charm to his order this time (keeping his coffee hot hours longer than it normally would); otherwise, he’d have had to throw it away by now. At the thought he sighed once again, this time more in longing than in happiness. Here he was, living in a modern-day fairy-tale, and he couldn’t even perform magic! It didn’t matter that none of his five housemates could either, or that he got along just fine without doing magic; he still wished for something more. Just think of the possibilities; what if he could cast heating spells and cleaning charms himself? As he neared the front door of his house, however, he shook himself from these thoughts. There was no time to dwell on what couldn’t be changed. At least not right now. Right now, Roman had a project to work on.

For weeks now, Roman had been working on designing the perfect prop for a special contest they were holding at his university. Basically, it was to promote the upcoming play (and get non-theatre students more interested in coming to watch it). Everyone who entered was told to design the same prop and was given a picture of what it should approximately look like (an intricate looking book that Roman knew was a key part of the play since he was in it). The best-designed prop would be featured and used in the play, and Roman was almost done!

Naturally, such a contest was perfect for him. You see, Roman hadn’t gotten much of a chance to show off his art skills recently, since he devoted most of his time to his actual major…acting. But he did have them—art skills that is. At least, he’d like to think he had art skills. Waving a short hello to Dee, Logan, and Patton, who were all in the kitchen, he headed up to his room and got to work.

“Roman? Supper’s ready, kiddo.” A voice (most definitely Patton’s) called from the other side of Roman’s closed door a couple hours later. However, Roman only muttered out a short response, too engrossed in his work to realize he was speaking too quietly for Patton to hear. He felt a certain passion as he worked, putting special attention into even the tiniest details, too focused to notice time slipping away. Even if he didn’t win, it felt so good to create something again. He had almost forgotten how much fun it was to craft props; to see something he worked so hard to create finally start to look like the picture in his head. He felt a weird, fuzzy feeling start to grow in his chest as he continued. However, too engrossed to acknowledge the growing feeling, he continued with his project until another knock rang throughout his room.

“Hey, bro bro! Patton sent me to get you. Your food is getting cold!” Remus yelled from the other side. Roman sighed, feeling the pleasant warm feeling fade as he attempted to ignore his brother.

“Ro, if you don’t come out, I’ll tell Dee Dee your little secret~” Remus sang, finally making Roman groan and stand.

“Don’t you dare.” He grumbled, swinging open his door.

“What’s that? You dare me?” Remus smirked, backing away slowly. Roman narrowed his eyes at the other.

“Remus…” he warned glaring. Remus stuck out his tongue out at Roman before turning and barreling back down the hall. Already expecting it, Roman was hot on his heels as they careened into the kitchen, startling the four others at the dining table.

“Dee-”, Remus yelled, just before Roman clamped a hand over his mouth.

“Um, you guys good?” Virgil spoke up, raising an eyebrow at the brothers.

“Absolutely fi—Remus, gross!” Roman exclaimed, cutting himself off when he felt a warm slimy thing touch his hand. Remus stuck his tongue out at his brother, before slinking off to take his seat between Virgil and Logan. Roman eyed his brother warily as he wiped his saliva-covered hand on his jeans, taking his own place between Virgil and Dee. Diligently ignoring Dee’s questioning gaze, Roman instead cleared his throat and addressed the table.

“Um, sorry to keep everyone waiting.” he apologized, watching Patton heat up everyone’s food. “I got caught up in my work.”

“It’s no problem, kiddo. Just make sure you’re taking breaks!” Patton replied in his normal cheery manner as he set everyone’s dinner in front of them. As soon as the plate was set down, Roman started to gulp down his food as fast as he could.

“Whoa, kiddo, slow down. We have movie night tonight, so there’s no rush.” Patton reminded him, furrowing his eyebrows. Roman managed to swallow his half-chewed mouthful before sighing. It’s not that he didn’t want to spend “family time” (as Patton had dubbed the time all 6 spent together after getting home). After all, that meant more time Dee. Er, not that Roman cared about that. Or, well, not to say he didn’t enjoy spending time with the others, just not with Dee specifically. Well, yes, with Dee, but just as much as he enjoyed spending time with anybody else… Um, anygay, he was just so close to finishing his project!

“I’m sorry, Padre, but I’ll have to pass on movie night. I’m almost done with my prop!” Patton frowned in disappointment, making a touch of guilt rise in Roman’s gut. He had ranted about this project enough for the rest of the household to know that the prop wasn’t actually due for another two days. Technically, he would have time to finish it later, but he was feeling inspired now. He couldn’t very well put inspiration on hold.

“Roman.” A silky voice spoke up next to him. Roman turned to find Dee gazing at him, tilting his head in the most adorable way he had ever seen. Wait no, not adorable. He certainly didn’t think Dee was adorable and of course he didn’t have crush on the sneaky little—

“Ro,” Dee purred again, a suspicious smile tugging at his lips. “Why don’t you tell us about your prop? I’m sure we’d all love to hear about it.”

“You—really?” Roman asked, lighting up. Dee nodded somewhat fondly after shooting a glare at Virgil, who tried to suppress a groan. Vaguely, Roman wondered if this was just a trick to get Roman to talk long enough to forget he had been working and come to movie night… this method of Dee’s may or may not have worked a few times before. But when Dee gave him an encouraging (although somehow still sneaky-looking) smile, Roman melted, launching into how his work had been going so far.

As he continued, he grew more and more passionate, remembering how much hard work he’d put into the prop so far. He spoke of how he meticulously planned the book’s shape and color scheme before sketching it multiple times; about constructing the base, about painting it, about the details he was still working on adding. As his passion grew, so did the warm fuzzy feeling that had dwindled to almost nothing during dinner. It grew so intense that not even waving his hands around, like he normally did when he was excited, dispelled the energy. Instead, he got up, beginning to pacing as he talked, still adamantly using his hands. As he did this, the pressure finally eased slightly, not quite fading, but instead becoming a steady constant.

In fact, Roman was so busy pacing, so focused on his passionate rant and the fuzzy feeling it brought, that he didn’t notice the others frantically calling his name until Logan grabbed his arm rather forcefully. Roman was about to protest at the tight grip (“Geez, Lo, overboard much?”) when he realized what everyone was yelling about. All around him, everything was… floating.

Taglist: @catolicabuena

[benaffleckofcrowdsurfing]

Lazerquest - part 1

Alex Turner x Reader

Chapter 1/? 

Description: you are an impulsive bartender who recently moved to London after traveling across the United States and living on the road for a few years. You befriend Alex, a musician who recently got out of a long term relationship, and you show him the ways of your free-spirited lifestyle in an attempt to help him move on from his ex. However, you become more of a muse than a friend for Alex and all is revealed when he releases his band’s fourth studio album, “Suck it and See”.

Word count: 1.7k 

Warnings: none ;)

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“You know, Y/N, this isn’t a terrible place to have to work,” your flat-mate, Tatiana, sighed. The two of you were sat sipping glasses of red wine at the bar of a rather bustling club in London. You couldn’t stop thinking about how six months ago if you had told yourself that you finally settled down in one spot for long enough to get a serious job and a flat with a lease for more than 6 months, you would have laughed in your own face. Although, you could say that about anything you had done as of late. Your recent life decisions had been everything but predictable. 

“I know. I’m just not thrilled to be the only female working the bar. The guys here sketch me out and I’m not too keen on getting womanized in a foreign country. That was on my mind enough as is when I was living in my parents’ house,” you joke. As lighthearted as you and Tati were being, you very much did feel uneasy. After travelling the United States for nearly 3 years after high school, you felt that you needed to move on to something bigger and more exciting, but you had never left the country before and you knew only one person here.

You had always been the spontaneous type. Your parents worried about you most of your life, as you were extremely impulsive and constantly making brash decisions. When you turned 18 and decided to take off across the country on your own instead of going to college, they were absolutely furious. You went nonetheless, what they thought had never stopped you before. Your excursion was originally only going to be a year long, but you absolutely loved being on the road. You had met so many wonderful people and seen so many wonderful things that going home never once crossed your mind. You just kept on sleeping in hotel rooms and on strangers’ couches until you turned 21.

That couldn’t last forever, though. You were getting bored of the lower 48 states, and your parents, still completely livid that you were ‘wasting’ their college money on what they saw as a cross-country bender, cut you off financially. It was an extremely stressful time, you can vividly remember searching for hours on end for roommates and jobs in Europe before meeting Tatiana and getting a bartending job in the UK. 

Now, 2 short months later, you were in London, living alone with a stranger. Luckily, though, you and Tati were getting along famously and your flat already felt like home. You were eager to start this new adventure.

Tati looked over at the clock before pouting a bit and resting her hand on your knee. “Looks like it’s time for your first day of work, love.”

“Shit. I’m nervous. Do I look okay?” You got up out of your seat and did a little spin for Tati. She squealed and gave you a hug.

“You look fantastic, love. Now go make some money!”

You smiled at your new friend and bid her farewell before walking towards the back of the club. Once you approached the door with a sign that read “EMPLOYEES ONLY”, you took a deep breath. Here we go kiddo. New job. New country. New life.

The second you placed your hand on the door, a large man barged through it. The man huffed and began to tell you that you couldn’t go into the kitchen unless you were an employee. He stopped his lecture and just smiled and when he noticed you were in the club’s uniform of a black dress, Mary Jane heels, and a red name tag, though.

“Oi! You must be Y/N, then?” He chuckled. When you shyly nodded he gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “I’m your manager, Chuck. Let’s get you behind the bar, shall we?”

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After an hour or so of Chuck showing you where things were, how to ring people up, how to use the cash register, and making sure you actually knew how to make drinks, he left you on your own to serve customers. There were only a few stragglers left in the club as it was near closing time, and all you had done the whole night was pass out some tequila shots to a group of rowdy middle aged women and make some small talk with a man who reminded you a bit of Frank Gallagher from a show called Shameless that you used to watch back home. You were exhausted and started to clean up behind the bar so you’d have less to do when the bar closed for good. It was nearly 2 in the morning and all you wanted to do was get out of your tight ass dress and your heels. 

“What kind of work uniform is a slutty dress anyway, huh? I look like I work on the corner” you mumbled to yourself as you wiped down some glasses.

“I think you look lovely, miss,” a voice said from the corner of the bar. His accent was unlike most men in Londons’ and his voice was raspy and thick. His sudden presence startled you a bit, making you jump a bit and let out a gasp.

“Didn’t mean to creep up on yah and scare yah like that, I’m sorry.” The man chuckled. When you turned around you saw an attractive man, maybe a bit older than you, smirking at you and smoking a cigarette. He had messy hair and a tee shirt on, you thought he looked like he had just gotten out of bed. 

“You’re alright, it’s my fault for zoning out while on the clock. What can I get for you?” You smiled weakly, partially hoping he’d just order a quick drink and then get out of your hair so you could go home. 

“Well, what are you good at making?” the man asked. “I’ll take anything as long as it’s alcoholic.”

You smiled. Making drinks for friends back home had been one of your favorite things to do, and you were excited to show off your skills to an actual customer. “Well, I’ve wanted a grapefruit daiquiri since the beginning of my shift. How does that sound?”

“That sounds fantastic,” the man rubbed his hands together in excitement, “but first I’d like to know how long you’ve been in London. You sound quite American.”

Oh brother, you thought. The attractive stranger seemed to be here to stay and the idea of making conversation when you were this tired made you want to cry. If you had been any less worn-out you would’ve been more than eager to talk to him, brown eyes were always a weakness of yours and there was something particularly enticing about this boy’s, but right now you just wanted to curl up into a ball and sleep. 

“Well go on then, don’t just stare off into space and leave me hanging,” the boy said.

“Sorry, I’m just a bit tired. I’ve only been here for a few days now.”

The boy was rather amused by this. “A few days? And here you are working the closing shift at one of the best bars in London? I’m going to need some more information, love. You’ve drawn me in now.” 

The boy’s excitement perked you up a bit. You had been rather proud of yourself to land a job at such a well-known club with only over-the-phone interviews, and you weren’t going to miss the opportunity to brag a bit. Especially to a cute boy.

“Yeah, I went to bartending school like right after my 21st birthday back in the states and then when I was looking for jobs here in the UK a few months ago I saw there was an opening here. I was really surprised to even have gotten an interview, especially since we had to do everything over-the-phone,” you beamed, knowing that it was impressive to get a job like this in the way you had. The boy looked at you intently while you made his drink. His eyes focused on your hands gripping the cocktail mixer and when you began to shake he had to do his best to hide a smirk. 

“You know I never caught your name,” the boy cleared his throat and broke the momentary silence. 

“You could’ve looked at my name tag,” you murmured just loud enough for him to hear and rolled your eyes playfully. 

“Well I’m sorry Miss Sassy, I find it impolite to stare at a woman’s chest without knowin’ her. Not my fault that’s where your name tag is,” the stranger chuckled, then looked closely at the red tag pinned to your dress. “It’s nice to meet you Y/N. I’m Alex.”

you did your best to hold in a giggle. Alex sounded good saying your name, his accent was rich like honey and you couldn’t help but think about how it’d sound in…other situations. 

“It’s very good to meet you, Alex, now here’s your daiquiri,” you said after pouring the contents of the shaker into a martini glass and adding a sprig of mint to the top. You slid the glass across the bar and nodded your head in satisfaction when he took his first sip and let out a little laugh.

“My goodness, Y/N, that’s a fantastic drink.”

“Thought you might like it. Now drink it quickly, it’s nearly closing time and I’ve still got to wipe down the counters and walk myself home,” you imitated pointing at a watch in your wrist.

“Walk yourself home? Love I couldn’t let you do that. Why don’t you let me finish this drink while you clean up and I’ll escort you home. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to you,” Alex proposed. If it had been anyone else you would’ve politely declined the offer, you knew that walking with a complete stranger in the middle of the night was just as sketchy if not more so than walking alone. But something about Alex made you want to trust him. Even when he had been checking you out while you were making his drink he hadn’t been creepy, his brown eyes had a sort of innocence to them and his smile was soft. You felt comfortable with Alex, and thought his company might be nice on the walk home.

“Deal.”

“Brilliant. Now get to work, Y/N, I’ll be done with my drink before you know it.”