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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Some Fun

Connor Walsh & Michaela Pratt (How To Get Away With Murder)

Warnings: Spoilers for HTGAWM Season 1&2, Swearing, Sleazy/Creepy Behavior, Mentions of Heartbreak, Alcohol

Genre: Platonic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: While the Keating 5 is out enjoying the first time they have been allowed to let loose in a long while, Michaela finds herself nursing a broken heart following the debacle with Levi. Sadly, heartbroken girls seem to be a magnet for sleazy guys at clubs.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Hope you had a great commencement ceremony, sending you my biggest congrats and hugs! Sorry you had to experience such an important event online and not IRL, but I still hope you got to make the most out of it and celebrated your success safely :) Hope you enjoy the fic as well hehe. Love, Vy ❤

“Girl, you weren’t even together for two weeks!“ Laurel says, handing Michaela her lipstick while the two fix their appearance in the bathroom they were happy to find empty at the club where they’re currently celebrating having avoided going to prison for the nth time. “I’m surprised you’re not over him already.“

“Honestly...“ Michaela trails off, pausing just as she’s about to apply the lipstick, “In two weeks, he made me feel more than Aiden ever did.“

Laurel rolls her eyes exasperatedly, “Either that or you got too attached too soon. No offense, you seem to have real shit taste in men.” Seeing the glare her friend is sending her in the reflection of the mirror, Laurel quickly defends herself, “I said no offense! Can you really say I’m wrong though?”

Michaela rolls her eyes, applying the nude shade of lipstick before gracing her friend with the reply she already knew she’d hear, “I can’t, you’re right. But that’s not helping my current situation in any way. So, care to share any helpful advice?” She turns to look directly at her with this strict and annoyed yet somehow still soft look in her eyes.

Laurel takes the lipstick from her and drops it in her purse, “There’s a bar out there with surprisingly cheap drinks and a ton of hot guys surrounding it. I’ll let you guess what I’m insinuating.”

Michaela’s face contorts in a displeased expression, “A hook-up with one of those lowlifes who waste their lives at underground bars like these? No thanks, I’d rather wallow in my sorrows.” She shakes her head with evident disgust and repulsion, her shoulders tensing at the mere thought of hooking up with anyone before seeing full info about said person. It’d be an understatement to say Levi only fueled her already existing trust issues that were already present even before Aiden. Laurel’s definitely right about one thing - all the ‘luck’ she’s had with guys throughout the years has led to these trust issues upon trust issues, creating a mountain-high pile of distrust.

“No, fuck no! I’m talking fun. Dancing, drinking, flirting and then going home alone, not with one of those assholes.“ Laurel explains, “See, that’s your problem, Michaela - you can’t just have fun with a guy and forget about him, can you?“ Michaela inhales sharply as though she’s about to snap a retort to shut her friend up, but she finds herself lacking words to say so she closes her mouth and clenches her jaw as her eyes wander around the white-tiled bathroom. Realizing she won’t be talked to hell, Laurel continues with a tad bit more caution this time, “Have you ever even tried to do that? Have fun and then dump a guy?“

Bracing herself to be laughed at and teased for her answer, Michaela bites her lower lip and shakes her head. It’d be a blatant lie if she said she had tried. Her and Aiden were high school sweethearts and she had never even gone on a date before meeting him. Following the break of their engagement, she threw herself into work and didn’t allow herself much partying or drinking out of fear she might start regretting the decision to call it all quits. Sober, she knew it was the right thing to do, so sober she stayed. And then she met Levi and fell for him almost immediately, distrust after Aiden be damned. So, in conclusion, this is her first time finding herself in a party setting in a very long while. Single and in a party setting, that is. Ok, single, heartbroken, and in a party setting. A perfect combination for getting drunk and letting loose. Laurel might have a point.

“In that case...“ She says, taking Michaela’s hand and giving her a mischievous smile, “Let’s break your ice.” She proceeds to drag her friend out of the bathroom and into the club where they get a friendly reminder of how loud the music really is. The bathroom must have one hell of sound isolation, considering the two girls nearly get deafened when stepping back onto the main and oud scene so abruptly.

The club is as crowded as it is loud and they have already lost sight of the male half of the Keating 5, but neither of the girls seem to care as they make their way to the bar, ordering themselves vodka shots which Laurel takes upon herself, winking at Michaela and mouthing the words, “My treat for your first time.”

Smirking, Michaela accepts the offered dose of alcohol, clinking the shot-glass against Laurel’s before they down their first of many shots for the night. With each rush of vodka going down her throat, Michaela finds herself getting more and more relaxed, loosening up and she’s even starting to consider accepting the offer Laurel posed earlier about moving the party over to the dancefloor. The tipsy chat they’re having is lighthearted and fun, often swerving because of their inability to focus on one topic for too long without bursting out laughing.

Eventually, the two are interrupted by someone familiar but someone they weren’t expecting to see.

Michaela spots him first, “Frank? Who the hell invited you? Were you sent here to babysit us? We’ll pay you to leave if that’s the case.“ Yeah, after a few rounds of shots it’s safe to say she’s lost any kind of thought-to-speech filter and is being 100% honest which is quite amusing to observe.

At the mention of that name, Laurel whirls around in her bar stool, eyes wide when they meet Frank’s, “Wonderful, Annalise has sent her hitman to keep a watchful eye on us.“

Surprisingly unbothered by Laurel’s comment, he smiles, “Nice to see you too, Laurel. And no, I wasn’t sent by anyone. You just happen to be at a bar a buddy of mine owns. A bar I frequent too.” He explains, his claims backed up by the lack of his professional suit that has now been replaced by jeans and a button-down. He glances briefly at Laurel who has turned back around, downing her Margarita with frustration. His smile turns into a smirk as he points at her and turns to Michaela, “Is she bothering you? I can escort her away if she is.” He sends her a subtle wink, clearing up the message for her hazy brain to properly pick up on.

When it does, she returns the smirk right back at him, “Please do, she’s a real party-killer.”

Laurel turns to face her and Michaela can swear on all she’s ever owned she has never received such a betrayed and pissed-off look from anyone. It almost cracks her up to the point of laughter but she knows better than to fuel the the rage fire within her friend at the moment who has already hopped off the bar stool and is slowly being led through the crowd by the aforementioned ‘hitman’. Before she’s completely out of view though, she mouths a quick ‘I’ll kill you’ at her.

That manages to break Michaela down as she starts laughing, calling after her without any hope that she’ll be heard: “I won’t be your first.”

“You could be my first.“ An unfamiliar voice appears right next to her ear, startling her.

She turns around and sees a guy, a stranger, smirking at her. Even in her drunken state she finds herself unwilling to enter a conversation with him. But then she hears Laurel’s words repeating in her mind, telling her to have fun.

Ok, I don’t really need to like the dude in order to have fun, do I? She thinks to herself, briefly contemplating the whole situation before finally replying.

“First what?“ Her voice has a friendly tone to it - friendly, but not quite flirty.

“First lady to dance with me tonight.“ The stranger replies, “If I play my cards right you may also be the only.“ He winks at her and she can’t help but find it more repulsive than appealing. She finds herself comparing him to Levi all of a sudden, despite the two having nothing in common at least appearance-wise.

In order to push those thoughts away she makes the rash move of offering him her hand, tilting her head towards the dancing crowd, “I don’t know. Let’s test that theory out, shall we?” She definitely sounds more confident than she feels but she’s prepared to do almost anything to get Levi and that whole ordeal out of her mind, so a quick dance with a stranger doesn’t seem like such a big deal.

Oh boy how quickly she regrets it.

The guy has no chill nor patience. He’s handsy right from the get-go: touching her inappropriately any opportunity he gets, grasping at the chance he’s been given seeing as how she has no escape and no room to get further away from him without bumping into other people dancing carelessly. However, when he starts grinding his hips against hers, she’s finally had enough planning her escape and instead chooses to act on impulse.

Looking around the unfamiliar faces for the odd chance she might spot someone familiar, she slowly inches further and further away from him, despite the fact she’s not able to put much distance with his hands on her waist, keeping her close to him. The alcohol seems to have evaporated from her system as she’s in critical survival mode, wanting nothing more than to leave the situation or maybe even the whole club for the night, finding it too uncomfortable to stick around after this event.

And then, like a literal miracle, she spots him and he has very clearly spotted her and is giving her this confused yet concerned frown.

That’s all she needed really. Pushing the stranger’s hands away, she pushes through the crowd, ignoring the people calling after her, calling her names for bumping into them or shoving them a little harder than intended.

“Connor, baby, how’s it going? You’re having fun?“ There’s a grin on her face, but her eyes are screaming ‘help me‘ at him. Something he clearly doesn’t pick up on because the frown of confusion remains mounted onto his face.

However, before Connor could reply, the creep has appeared next to her yet again, having followed after her from the spot they were dancing at, “Is this your boyfriend?“ He asks, not hiding how pissed and disappointed he is by the sudden emerging of Connor.

Michaela parts her lips to answer but Connor beats her to it, “Yeah, her boy space friend who has a boyfriend. And you are?“ He narrows his eyes, analyzing the guy’s face as much as he can in the dark, vaguely strobe-light illuminated club.

“Interested in the young lady.“ The creep smirks, giving Michaela a once-over look, taking in her body from head to toe with a gaze that makes her shiver with disgust.

Connor, thank God, picks up on this and takes a step forward so that he’s standing between the guy and Michaela, a serious and intimidating look on his face. “Well, she’s not interested in you. Go find someone willing to put up with your inappropriate and downright disgusting behavior.”

The creep laughs, his jaw clenching as he licks his lips, frustrated that things aren’t going the way he’d like, “Whatever. She’s a 4/10 anyway. A four who thinks she’s all that with her head in the clouds and playing eye-candy and then running away. I know her type quite well.” He shoots a look at her over Connor’s shoulder before turning around to walk away.

Michaela is not at all bothered by his words, she’s just glad he’s off her back. However, she can tell Connor is far from done with the case, seeing as how he takes a step to go after the guy and go off on him. To avoid further complications of what’s supposed to be a fun night after so much stressful shit in their lives, she quickly takes hold of his arm to stop him in his intentions.

“Connor, let it go, it’s ok. Let him be. Don’t waste your time and energy on a sleazy fucker like him.“ She tells him, gripping tightly on his bicep until he finally turns to look at her, seeming significantly calmer.

“But it’s not ok, Michaela. I was planning to leave.“ He says, his voice stern, “What if I had left? God knows how that asshole would’ve progressed his creepiness. Shit like that’s not ok and it’ll keep happening if fuckers like him aren’t put in their place.“

“There’s no putting them in their place. You think pep-talking him was gonna prevent him from doing the same to another girl in this very bar?“ She looks at him expectantly, knowing full-well she’s proved her point. When he sighs in defeat, she claims her win in the argument and changes the subject, “Also, leaving? Why?“

Connor shakes his head, grimacing as he motions at their surroundings, “All this, not really my scene. Plus I’m starving. There’s a Burger King down the street so yeah, that was gonna be my stop before going home. After all the crap we’ve been through, some of us might appreciate a little partying, but I’d rather have a quiet night in, you know? A fast-food-and-movie type of night.”

A genuine smile spreads across Michaela’s face. “Makes two of us. I prefer partying when I’m completely free from my worries. They just end up resurfacing after a couple drinks.“

Connor scoffs, returning her smile, “Who knew we could have more things in common than the need to be better than everyone else?” This comment actually manages to earn him a laugh from Michaela - something he rarely gets from her so he’s willing to hold onto it as a positive sign for the progression of their frenemy-ship. And so, he pushes his luck, “Wanna accompany me?”

Although surprised by the offer, Michaela feels the sudden urge to accept it without much thought. Even so, she decides to say: “As long as we’re not watching a rom-com, I’m in.”

Connor smirks, “You pick, boss.”

She rolls her eyes, “That’s the problem, I’ll pick a rom-com out of instinct. You know they’re one of the top five medicines for a heartbreak?”

He shakes his head, unamused, “No they’re not.“ He takes her arm by the wrist, guiding her through the crowd towards the exit, “Fast food is though“, he tells her, flashing her a quick smile over his shoulder as he adds, “And ice-cream. My treat.“

Once again left at a lack of words, Michaela just accepts what’s been offered to her. Never did she expect spending the night watching a movie with her main rival would be more appealing to her than partying under strobe-lights but here she is, leaving a club to head for Burger King with Connor and she doesn’t care enough to dwell on what that means for the constant war they’ve had between them. Guess it’s put on hold, but just for tonight.

Who knew wars could be paused by a fast meal and a movie?

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staliaqueen · 4 years

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pairing: stiles stilinski x oc a/n: we’re nearing the end of season 3 guys! I truly can’t believe I’ve come this far. this chapter always seemed so far into the future for me, but like, now we’re here, what the fuck? I hope you enjoyed this chapter and please tell me what you thought! warnings: lots of angst as usual, but I’m pretty sure that’s all. worcount: 2353

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Valerie

”Guys, this is crazy. He needs to be in the hospital,” said Melissa, looking down at the unconscious body of her son’s best friend lying on her couch. Apparently, Lydia and Aiden had found him bleeding out in a random parking lot. Lydia’s banshee powers were to thank for that.

”Mom, remember what happened last time he went to the hospital?”

”Doesn’t look like he’s bleeding,” said Deaton who was examining the cut across his stomach. ”I think he might even be healing.”

”You mean healing like we heal?” asked Aiden.

”It makes sense,” I said. ”I mean, he has the supernatural strength of a kitsune, so that means he’d also have the healing.”

”Yeah, and that’s good, right?” asked Scott.

Deaton leaned back from the boy. ”For him, yes. Us? I’m not so sure.”

—

”Well, if we aren’t gonna kill him why aren’t we at least tying him down with really big chains?” asked Aiden, pacing through the living room.

I nodded. ”Hate to say it, but he’s got a point.”

”I might have something more effective,” Deaton said, opening a case he was holding and bringing out a bottle with some form of liquid in it. I seemed to be the only one who had no idea what it was, as Scott and Aiden nodded in understanding at and leaned down to prop Stiles’ mouth open.

”What’s that?”

”Kanima venom,” said Deaton as he poured some in Stiles' mouth. As soon as the liquid was in, his eyes opened, blazing with fury, and I staggered back in shock. Stiles’ hand shot out and wrapped around Aiden’s neck, choking him.

”Get him off me,” Aiden gurgled as Scott was trying his best the remove the hand from his neck. Stiles looked like he was enjoying the situation immensely.

Then, for some inexplicable reason, his grip loosened and Aiden fell back. Stiles was staring angrily at his hand, which had started shaking, and then his body leaned back against the couch. ”Okay. Kanima venom. Nice touch.”

”Yeah, but what does it do?” I asked.

”It paralyzes the body,” said Deaton without looking at me, eyes still locked on Stiles.

Aiden growled at him, obviously still upset about the choking thing.

”You know, they say that twins get a feeling when the other one’s in pain,” said Stiles. ”You didn’t lose that talent, too, did you?” Aiden’s expression softened, the anger being replaced with concern for his brother. ”Ooh, I hope not. You’re gonna need it.”

Aiden exchanged a look with Scott.

”Okay, I’ll give a little hint. Ethan’s at the school.”

Aiden looked to Scott again.

”Go!” he commanded, and Aiden didn’t waste a second sprinting through the door. A sinister laugh escaped Stiles’ mouth.

”Oh, I hope he gets there in time. I like the twins. Short tempers. Homicidal compulsions. They’re a lot more fun than you bakemono trying to save the world every day.”

”Doc, you brought something to paralyze his body,” I said tensely, ”you got anything for his mouth?”

Deaton nodded. ”Yes I do.” He brought out a roll of black duct-tape and put a piece over his mouth.

—

I watched as Melissa walked uneasily out of the hallway and into the living room again, first-aid kit clutched in her hands. She took one look at Stiles, who was still sitting on the couch, still paralyzed but as calm as ever, and she shivered.

”Let me do it,” I said as she placed the kit on the coffee table. Melissa turned to look at me, surprised, and she thought the proposition over.

”I’m the nurse. I’ll do it, it’s fine.” But even as she said it I could tell she didn’t want to. I was newer to this than she was – but she was human, and more fragile. I could see the toll this had taken on her already.

”And I got first-aid training for that time I volunteered at the hospital,” I said, approaching Melissa and removing her hands from the kit. I knelt down on the ground and opened it, bringing out what I needed to clean Stiles’ wound. ”Deaton said he’s healing anyways. It’s fine, just go. Talk to Scott, get some rest.”

Despite everything, Melissa still looked hesitant. Scott was lucky to have such a caring mom. ”Are you sure, Valerie?” she asked.

I nodded, making sure to look determined. ”Yes.”

Melissa glanced at Stiles again, then looked back to me. ”Okay,” she said. ”But be careful.”

”Always am.”

Melissa walked out of the living room, and I turned towards Stiles and began cleaning his wound as carefully as possible, sticking to my promise. He didn’t move at all during the process (which was relieving), nor did he make any attempt to speak through the duct-tape, but I could feel Stiles’ eyes on me as I worked. Wait, no. It was not Stiles’ eyes. All the times that Stiles had looked at me he had never made me feel like this. This was not him. This was the nogitsune.

Just as I was finishing up and putting on the bandage on his stomach, I heard a snivel from above me. I quickly looked up and the sight broke my heart. His bloodshot eyes were filled with tears, and he was looking at me with a pleading expression.

”Sti– Stilinski?” I had to stop myself from saying his first name. It was far too intimate and I was not ready for that.

He nodded slowly and my eyes softened even more. In a desperate attempt to get to speak to him again, I reached up and removed the tape from his mouth. But just as I had removed it, the sad pleading look disappeared from his face, and he went back to the soulless, sinister one.

”Really, Valerie?” he said, looking unimpressed. ”I shed one tear, that’s all it takes? Come on now, you can’t crumble that easily.” His voice was calm and smooth, but it still felt like sandpaper against my ears. ”You really aren’t as tough as you pretend to be, huh? Underneath that snarky attitude you’ve got going on you’re just a scared little girl, aren’t you?”

I couldn’t bear to look at him, so my gaze had shifted to the tape in my hands, tears of anger brimming my eyes.

”No wonder you’ve gotten yourself on this rollercoaster with him. I hate you, I don’t hate you, I hate you again. Your worst fears are true, you know. Everyone sees through it. Everyone here knows that you’re just a pathetic, scared, insecure little girl who can’t make up her mind.”

My fingertips were heating up. Gritting my teeth, I tried my best to hold it back, to calm down and control it. ”Shut up.” I finally looked at him, heat burning behind my eyes as they glowed for half a second.

Damnit Valerie, keep it under control.

“Aw, look.” A look of mocking spread across his face, and I was sure that if he could, he would have tilted his head at me. ”You’re so terrified of yourself that you won’t even use the unlimited power that you have. You could be a vessel for pure chaos, an unstoppable force of nature… but you don’t have the guts.”

”This isn’t you, Stilinski.”

A sick grin spread across his face.

”It is now.”

I put the tape back over his mouth with rough hands and stomped away to where Scott, Lydia, and Deaton were standing in the kitchen.

“If I punch him in the face will it hurt Stilinski?”

Deaton turned to me. “I think it’s best to be on the safe side and not try.”

”Well then,” I said, my hand flying up to rub my temple, ”how the hell do we get that thing out of him so that I can punch it in the face?”

”Well, the scroll said to change his body,” said Lydia.

”That’s if a translated it correctly,” said Deaton, his back facing us as he talked, leaned over the kitchen sink. What a dramatic fucker. ”We’re looking for a cure in something that might actually be nothing more than a proverb or metaphor.” Deaton finally turned to actually face us.

”And what if he doesn’t want it?” asked Scott. ”He’s never asked to be a werewolf.”

”What if it saves his life?” I countered.

”What if it kills him?” said Deaton. Well fuck I can’t argue with that.

Scott sighed. ”I’ve never done this before. I mean, what if I bite him and accidentally hit an artery or something?”

“That venom is not gonna last long,” said Deaton urgently. ”Something needs to be done sooner than later.”

“Well, how much venom do you have?” I asked. ”I mean, can’t we just, like, keep ingesting it until we figure something out?”

“Unfortunately, we do not have that luxury.”

Scott sighed once more, looking even more stressed. ”I can try calling Derek again.”

”Maybe we should call someone else.”

—

”He doesn’t look like he would survive a slap across the face, much less the bite of a werewolf,” said Peter Hale as he walked around the couch, examining Stiles.

”You don’t think it would work?” asked Scott.

”This is more a war of the mind than the body.” Peter continued to watch Stiles, looking very fascinated. It made sense. Apparently, he was basically satan in a v-neck, so the stark difference of how Stiles looked and behaved now of course fascinated instead of scared him. ”There are better methods to winning this battle.”

The room went quiet, but Peter never explained further.

”Like?” I asked, tapping my foot with impatience.

Peter took a hold of Scott’s hand and flipped it down so that his claws appeared.

”We’re gonna get into his head.”

—

So, apparently an alpha can look into a person's mind by shoving their claws into the back of the person’s neck? What? They never mentioned that in Twilight.

I honestly only half-understood how this worked, but I wasn’t gonna waste any time making the others explain it to me. Right now I was just gonna continue to pace through the McCall’s living room as Lydia and Peter discussed the plan. Why the hell they had to do it alone, I couldn’t tell ya’. But as I said, not asking any questions.

”So do we have a plan?” asked Deaton as Peter and Lydia walked back into the living room.

Peter nodded, leaning with his hands against the back of the couch. ”Scott is going to dig through pale and sickly Evil Stiles’ mind to unearth pale and sickly Real Stiles. Then guide him back from the depths of his own subconscious. But he’s not gonna do it alone.”

We all exchanged surprised looks across the room.

”What do you mean?” asked Scott.

“Somebody needs to go with you. But not just anyone. It needs to be someone who can pull him back. Someone with a strong connection to him, a kind of emotional tether.”

To my complete and utter surprise, I suddenly found all eyes in the room looking at me.

“Me?” I asked, even more surprised when slow odds came from everyone at my question. ”Stilinski and I are acquaintances at best,” I insisted, pulling a strand of my hair behind my ear.

“You’re lying,” said Peter bluntly. The sentence was simple, but it hit me like a rock in the face. I had never been called out in a lie like that. It drew me completely speechless and I felt extremely vulnerable and exposed, which I hate.

Stupid werewolves with their stupid super-hearing that can tell if you’re lying or not.

“Isn’t it safer that Lydia goes?” I finally managed to mumble out.

Peter shook his head. “No, it’s actually the opposite. This kind of ritual is very dangerous. With your supernatural healing, you stand a much better chance at surviving than Lydia would.”

I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. If I was honest, I still wasn’t over the shock that everyone had immediately thought of me as someone who could draw Stiles back. Maybe the nogitsune was right, maybe everyone could see through me, maybe I wasn’t as good at hiding my emotions as I thought.

”Valerie.”

The sound of Lydia’s voice immediately shot all those thoughts out the window as I turned to look at her. That was the first time she had addressed me directly in years.

”This is our one chance to save Stiles,” she said, looking me right in the eyes. ”If you don’t go, we might lose him forever.”

I nodded determinedly. ”Yes – of course. I’ll do it.” I sat down on the couch next to Stiles, and Scott moved to stand behind us so that he could shove his claws into the back of our necks.

”Does it hurt?” I asked.

Peter nodded. ”Like a bitch.”

”Great.”

”So what do we do if we find him?” asked Scott, his claws ticking the back of my neck.

”You’re gonna have to guide him out somehow,” said Peter. ”Try to give him back control of his mind, his body.”

”That’s extremely vague,” I said. ”Could you elaborate on the ’somehow’?”

Peter shrugged. ”Improvise.”

I waited for the inevitable pain of Scott shoving his claws into me, but it never came.

”What if this is just another trick?” his voice echoed from behind me.

Peter let out a frustrated sigh. “When are you people gonna start trusting me?”

I furrowed my brows. “Well, I don’t know you, but probably never. It seems like you screwed a lot of people over.”

”I meant him,” said Scott, nodding towards Stiles.

”Oh.”

”Scott,” Deaton said carefully, ”we’re running out of time.”

Scott didn’t answer, but I could hear his deep breathing from behind me. He was prepping. This is it. I clenched my eyes shut and held my breath as Scott’s claws tickled the back of my neck once again. Finally, his claws plunged into my skin, sending excruciating pain throughout my body. My head was spinning and suddenly everything went black.

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33skeletons · 3 years

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This is a list of all the people currently available

If this blog gains any real traction, I’ll add more... but until then, I don’t want to get too carried away until I’m 100% sure that the effort is worth it. I hope y’all understand

Name: Deydra Age: 18 Likes: ice cream, yaoi, drawing, roleplay dislikes: rude people, coffee, people putting words in her mouth, XP, Punk Bio: She’s in an open relationship with Scruff. she’s mute, but doesn’t know sign language, so she communicates via charades. She’s a low key perv, but tends to feign innocence.

Name: Friday Age: 22 Likes: flirting, coffee, making people flustered Dislikes: tea.... that stuff’s too mild, spicy food..... are you fucking insane!?! Bio: This tall drink of water is not for the feint of heart. He knows all the right buttons to push to reduce you to a blushing puddle. He has a goofy sense of humor and will often make a complete fool of himself just to make people at least crack an amused smile.

Name: Manga Age: 24 Likes: being pampered, the finer things in life Dislikes: getting dirty, being treated like a commoner Bio: This Miss Priss is a purebred with a pedigree. She believes herself to be an aristocrat and deems those of lower standard to be “plebian filth” and below her. Quick witted with a sharp tongue to boot, she’s not the nicest person to be around unless you can meet her high standards.... or give her a bottle of fancy ketchup. She has a weakness for tough guys that can match her mental capacity and hold intricate conversation with her.

Name: Punk Age: 32 Likes: What’s it to ya? Dislikes: Like you’d like ta know! Bio: he’s quite stand-off-ish and likes to keep people at arms length as much as he possibly can. He gets along with very few people and likes to shroud himself in mystery, the less you know, the better for him. He’s a wild card that enjoys throwing people for a loop at every turn.

Name: Scruff Age: 19 Likes: protecting Deydra, spicy food, tea, cuddles Dislikes: sushi, bone broth Bio: he and Deydra are in an open relationship. He cares more about Deydra than his own life. He’s a tad stand-off-ish towards anyone he doesn’t know. He tends to act as a translator for Deydra when someone doesn’t understand what she’s trying to say. All the scars on his face and his gold fangs are all from fighting to keep Deydra out of harm’s way. Wherever Deydra goes, Scruff is never very far.

Name: XP Age:15 Likes: destruction, being an asshole, getting what he wants Dislikes: being told no, having to be nice, things he destroys being fixed Bio: This edgy teen just wants the world to burn. He strives to hurt people any way he can and often ends up getting beaten senseless by Scruff when he targets Deydra. Being an Error Nightmare, he can use both Error strings and Nightmare tentacles to bring about destruction and pain, though he normally keeps the tentacles hidden as not to instantly rouse suspicion from his targets seeing as most actively avoid Nightmares, but are okay with Errors, though he can’t hide the goop that covers his right eye, which gives away his other half if anyone’s attentive enough to put two and two together in time

Name: Hokori Age: 23 Likes: food, blood, peanuts Dislikes:..... meh Bio: With his hood up, he appears to be a Dust Sans, but with his hood down it reveals a large gash in his skull and allows him to pass as your average Horror Sans. He’s volatile and unpredictable, but the fastest way to this skeleton’s proverbial heart is lots of food. He’s a bottomless pit with an insatiable apatite. If he’s out on a killing spree and has decided to target you, your best bet at escaping is to toss a handful of some kind of small, easily scattered snack such as peanuts. He’ll stop and start picking up and eating whatever you threw like James Woods from Family Guy. He’s also a bit of a perv once he’s deemed you not worth the energy of killing.

Name: Calibri (left) Age: 21 Likes: shredding sick riffs on her guitar, rapping, beating the snot out of assholes that need a checkup with karma Dislikes: Assholes, people calling her fat... I’m a queen with more curves than you know how to handle!!! get it right, fuckers!!! Bio: This badass, bodacious babe is one of Gears’s twin daughters. She’s got a sailor’s mouth with an alcohol tolerance to match. She’s hot-headed, but also mediates when her sister Chiller is too angry to see straight and starts edging too close to the line when putting her foot down. Calibri is sexy and she knows it with a ride or die attitude. She don’t need no man to take care of her, no sir! She’s perfectly capable of paying her own tab and fighting off a group of thugs that don’t know how to take no for an answer! She, her sister, and her mom can play Through The Fire And Flames on their guitars. Name: Chiller (right) Age: 21 Likes: playing guitar with her sister Calibri and mother Gears, reading Dungeons and Dragons books Dislikes: movie adaptations of books, live action adaptations of animations, assholes, being angry Bio: Chiller’s a badass babe in her own right. She survived being hooked up to a car battery and has the scars to prove it. She’s a lesbian and proud, and prefers taking on the dominant role in a relationship. Her pain tolerance is incredibly high. She enjoys hip hop, interpretive and break dancing, and is one heck of an archer with nearly dead shot aim. She’s normally stoic and very blunt with her words, preferring to only speak when necessary. She’s a natural born pack alpha.

Name: Sparkle Age: 41 Likes: anything sweet, bright colors, J-pop, K-pop Dislikes: anything bitter, having to get violent, seeing others get hurt Bio: she may look all sunshine and rainbows, but she can punch like a freight train and sometimes forgets her own strength. She suffers from hypoglycemia and has to keep sweets and candy on her person if she leaves the house, though she will gladly share them if you ask. She enjoys baking, and can often times be found doing just that out of boredom, not that anyone has been complaining. She may appear frail, but she can tank hits like a champ so long as said hits don’t come from a sharp object or gunshot. Her twin sister is Shade. She has a problem with producing more magic than her body can handle, so her sister comes in handy for that issue.

Name: Shade Age: 41 Likes: star gazing, dark colors, bitter and robust flavors, Evanescence (she knows all of their songs by heart) Dislikes: sweets, bright light, satanists Bio: Miss Doom And Gloom here is a wiccan highly skilled in her practice. She has the ability to leech magic from other monsters because she has no magic of her own to use, so she uses the magic of others, though mostly the excess magic her sister overproduces. She doesn’t enjoy getting her hands dirty in a fight,.... good thing she wears gloves! She’s rather soft spoken, but make no mistake, she has an outside voice and will not hesitate to use it if someone’s getting on her nerves. She mostly uses defensive magic to protect others, though she knows attack spells purely for the defense of herself and others should it be absolutely necessary. She also knows basic healing magic, though she can only heal minor injuries.

Name: Aiden Age: 40 Likes: pain, meat, grunge and screamo Dislikes: pop music, allergy season, Bio: This sharp toothed masochist ADORES pain, both receiving and inflicting. She got so mad once, she ruined her voice, so now she sounds like she smokes a pack a day. She’s very fast, agile, and super flexible since she’s double jointed EVERYWHERE!!! She has three rows of those razor teeth and a tongue which is so long it can act as an extra limb, which she enjoys showing off to freak people out via picking up objects such as cups, keys, pencils, and even going so far as to balance on it. She has very bad allergies, so she smells by flicking her tongue out like a reptile. Her spit and other bodily fluids are highly acidic. She’s normally chill, but it’s still obvious she’s a bit unhinged.

Name: Gears Age: 40 Likes: hot sauce, children, playing his acoustic guitar, working on cars, blacksmithing, learning new things Dislikes: sitting still for too long, sweets, water, cold, rude people, being alone Bio: Gears is a country boy that enjoys staying in top physical shape and keeping his hands and mind busy at every chance he gets. He’s just as strong as Sparkle, but slower. He has fire magic that when not fighting to keep others safe, he uses to forge metal as a freelance blacksmith. He carries a ridiculously enormous wrench forged from the hardest metal known to man that he uses as a melee weapon. Fire doesn’t harm him, but water sure as heck does (but he can drink things like koolaid and soda and be perfectly fine... just no water on it’s own or saline solution)!!! He bleeds ferrofluid, which he can manipulate, harden, and liquify at will as a last resort in a fight or to keep his injuries from deterring him too badly. He’s a bit of a himbo, but not as dumb... he just has his moments where “me brain am no werk so gud” and it’s evident when he starts having Freudian Slips in whatever he’s trying to say or his response to a question is “uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhm...... wait one...... run that by me again?”. Gears was around during the great human monster war, which in his AU the humans sealed them in the mountain, but chased them till they were backed against the barrier, but the monsters hit a massive stroke of good luck and managed to take back the underground with the help of Frisk. Being a war veteran that has seen things no one should ever have to, he suffers from PTSD. Gears has a soft spot for children, and will often babysit for others if they ask.

Name: Sketch Age: 40 Likes: drawing, painting, coloring, blood, sketching,..... what? Dislikes: ......... what were we talkin bout? Bio: Sketch is an unhinged scatterbrained clutz of an aspiring artist.... with a dark side. She’s a low-key sadist that’s developed a taste for blood. Once you piss her off, stopping her is like trying to stop the Doom Guy.... just... stay out of her warpath and pray to whoever you pray to that you’re not the one she’s storming towards. She’s a MASSIVE perv and will openly stare at whatever she sees that she likes a little too much, even known to get handsy when the person doesn’t take the hint. She often loses track of important things like her phone, keys, ect and loses her train of though every now and then or feigns it to skillfully dodge questions and conversations she’d rather not be having.

Name: Rave Age: 42 Likes: singing, dancing, fashion and most importantly BOOOOOOOYYYYYS~ Dislikes: ..... depends on the situation, really~ Bio: A flamboyantly gay vigilante is also a medic with powerful healing magic. Rave is fleet of foot and deathly quiet when sneaking up on someone and with enough stamina to outrun most of his targets. His weapon of choice is a glowstick staff. Wanna hear what he sounds like? Go to youtube and look up any nightcore male version of any Ke$ha song and that’s what he sounds like. Rave likes looking hot AF and can frequently be found rocking women’s punk, pop and grunge style clothing and looking damn good in it and some eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara. He prides himself in keeping himself as healthy and fit as he possibly can at all times. He unironically likes pumpkin spice anything, peppermint bark lattes, and kale chips.

Name: Dante Age: 42 Likes: children, Italian food, guns, cigars, wine, bourbon, being a wise guy mobster, Helping others.... so long as they help someone else in return that is.... sorta like.... paying for the person behind you in a drive thru where it starts a chain reaction of people paying for the next person’s meal..... little acts of kindness make the world go round, y’know.... and I’m a charitable man. Dislikes: rude people, having to go “Melancholy”, Bio: This Mafiatale Ganz (GZTale Sans) is the don of his own mafia that deal in guns, alcohol, and providing protection to those who come to him on the day of his sister's daughter's son's niece's nephew's grandmother's sister's wedding-..... pffffft hahaha!!! Just kidding! He has no blood relatives besides his brother Leon, but this group of people (everyone in the two pictures above this) are like.... illegitimate family.... adoptive you could say. Dante’s great with kids. He and Gears are the best at babysitting and often work together to help lost children find their families again when they’re out and about. Dante enjoys giving back to the community as much as he possibly can, even spending his free time doing volunteer work and donating funds to the city. When Dante gets a custom order on a gun, he has Gears forge it for him and focuses on the fine details, dip dying, engraving and making custom bullets to match.

Name: Anomaly Age: immortal, frozen at age 23 Likes: helping others, traveling to other AUs, fruity alcohol, karaoke, JAPANESE FOOD!!! Dislikes: spicy food, beer, celery, mushrooms, country music Bio: Anomaly has ben around for god knows how long. They are bigender. They have wings and horns (cause They’re a fallen angel) but prefers to hide them away. 40 years ago, they decided to create their own AU as a safe haven for anyone trying to escape danger, though danger seems to find their little safe haven more than they’d like to admit. It was around this time they discovered forgotten AUs and ones being destroyed or deleted and decided to try to rescue as many people from them as they could, bringing them back to populate their AU Crossroads, aptly named due to it being a meltingpot of the multiverse and still growing in size and population to this day. The 9 skeletons listed above were the first 9 they ever rescued and they became like their own kids. They’re a goofball, but make Them mad and you’ll feel their wrath! Skilled in a multitude of weapons and fighting styles, they’re a formidable force of nature. They can shift between male and female at will, though they prefer their female form due to them being able to fit in smaller spaces, being lighter weight, and being able to doe eye and bat their eyelashes out of most situations.... plus free drinks at the local bar on Thursdays.

Name: Eros Age: 19 Likes: long walks on the beach, cuddles, his family, oreos Dislikes: rainy days, confrontation (cause it makes people afraid of him) Bio: This 10ft tall, frightening behemoth is actually Aiden’s son! Out of all the second generation, he’s the youngest of the adults, but the most responsible of the four boys, often being the voice of reason amongst them, especially when it comes to the well being of children around his idiotic cousins Etch and Scribble and often being the one to get little ZJ to listen to what he’s told by telling him going to bed on time and eating vegetables will make him grow up big and strong like him. He’s actually a little on the shy side and very humble, only hamming things up around ZJ and other small children present. He suffers from early onset arthritis and has to take medication for it to keep his joints from locking up and grinding together, but he doesn’t let it hold him down. He and his uncle Gears work out together because it helps his aching bones and because Gears turns it into fun little challenges for him to keep him going with it instead of giving up.

Name: Etch Age: 21 (but a few months younger than Chiller and Calibri) Likes: mEmEs!!!, weed, being annoying, prank wars Dislikes: being forgotten, being ignored, pain (has a very low pain tolerance) Bio: One of Sketch’s sons and Scribble’s twin brother. He’s just very lonely and wants people to pay attention to him to stave off being alone for as long as he can... whether said attention is positive or negative. When no one pays attention to him or there’s no one to keep his thoughts from wandering to dark places, he steals his brother’s weed stash and gets high... which his brother hates because Etch could easily go to a doctor and get his own prescribed to him, but Etch fears the doctor’s office more than death and adamantly refuses to go, even hiding or running away at the mere mention of it. Etch tried to get a tattoo once.... he went into it screaming like a badass Viking, but before they could even roll up his sleeve to start, he ran out blubbering like a baby. He’s the most irresponsible one in the entire family and is always the one to cause major problems because of a bad idea he thought was good at the time. He ends up in bad situations a lot and finds himself with the wrong crowd more often than not, but lucky for him he has a family full of badasses that come to bail him out of any situation before he ends up hurt too badly.

Name: Scribble Age: 21 (but a few months younger than Chiller and Calibri) Likes: memes, weed, hanging around Etch, Eros and ZJ, cuddles Dislikes: when Etch steals his weed, when Etch gets into trouble, pain (another with very low pain tolerance, looky there! But he has literally no tolerance for pain.... he screamed when he got those piercings) Bio: Scribble suffers from anxiety and clinical depression and was prescribed marijuana to treat it. He and his brother were home schooled after freshman year of high school due to Etch pissing off the entire football team and them all ambushing the brothers in the locker room after gym class and um... let’s just say Etch got over it and Scribble still fears .....backdoor intimacy after what the football team did to them. Scribble is unable to protect himself and is a firm believer in pacifism. In times of battle, Scribble acts as a messenger, able to write notes in magic ink that can only be seen by it’s intended recipients. He normally just rolls with whatever Etch is doing or does what he’s told to avoid a conflict.

Name: Spritle Age: 20 Likes: Cheesy romance, dark humor and morbid jokes, rainy days Dislikes: removing her death touch nullifying necklace, people sexualizing her right off the bat, people underestimating her because of her appearance Bio: This brightly colored reaper girl is one of Sparkle’s daughters. She prefers to blend into the background and not be the center of attention if she can help it. Yes, her freckles are rainbow colors. She’s more on the proper side like her aunt Shade and enjoys a relationship if it’s not centered around perversion. She’d rather spend the day cuddled up on the couch watching disney movies, eating pizza and sharing a drink with two straws. She really likes nostalgic and retro things like 50′s diners and drive in movies. If you’re with her and intend on asking her out, doing old school gestures like laying your jacket over a puddle so she won’t step in it is the quickest way to win her over.

Name: Pixie Age: 19 Likes: when any guy is interested in her, when soon to be reaped souls try to run from her sister (It gives her something to do), sushi Dislikes: When people think she’s a child because of her nearly flat chest and high pitches voice, How her big sister has a bigger bust than her (Sprilte: Hey, if I could switch with you, I would! These things hurt my back!) Bio: Sparkle’s youngest daughter. Her father was an ErrorFellSwap Papyrus. She works with her sister as a chaser. Her job is to chase after, disarm and detain souls that refuse to be reaped when their time comes via trying to fight death or outrun it and thus trying to fight/run away from Spritle. Pixie is the first ever chaser on record and was the one who proposed the idea to the reaper council to keep reapers from tearing their bodies up to do their job. Chasers can be identified by a little white cross on their clothing or accessories and are required to be fast runners and ferocious fighters. Pixie has the speed and ferocity of a FellSwap Papyrus and is able to use her error strings to easily take weapons from your hands and tie you up to await the cold bite of Spritle’s scythe or claw blades. Pixie enjoys puzzles, her favorite being rubix cubes.

Name: ZJ Age: 4 Likes: coloring, playing outside, hanging out with the older boys, spending time with uncle Gears and uncle Dante, when his momma reads to him, hide and seek, COOKIES, CAKE AND CANDY!!! Dislikes: When people are mean and hurt others, vegetables, bed time Bio: Shade’s adopted son. ZJ is shy, yet a hyperactive ball of energy that likes to hang around with Etch, Scribble, and Eros. He has wisdom beyond his years thanks to his mother reading college level literature as his bedtime stories, but he has trouble articulating his words from the first three years of his life being spent with everyone baby talking him. When he doesn’t know how to respond to something, he just reacts by screaming “I DUNNO WHAT’S GOIN ON!!!” the same happens when he gets overwhelmed, but it’s accompanied by him hiding behind the nearest trusted adult.

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ruthoakenshield · 4 years

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The Lady in the Black Leather (Ch 20)

catch up here: [chapter 19]

Richard X reader , Aiden X Scarlett X Reader

Morning came all too soon for you. Aiden & Scarlett woke you up knocking on your door at 8am. The officer from last night looks up at them then over to you. You grin and nod and he motions for them to enter.

Scarlett comes in and plops on the bed and hands you a hot cup of coffee. You thank her and sip on it. The officer stands and tells you that he will go out in the hallway and let you have some time with your friends and to call for him if you need anything.

You thank him and he heads out to the hall.

Aiden wandered in and plopped down on the floor and petted Phantom. “So, how’s it going with Rich?” he asks. “Good.” You reply with a smug grin.

“You two getting pretty close? He looked so worried about you yesterday after you had been shot. It really scared him, Harley. I think more than he wanted to let on.” he tells you.

You nod. “Yeah, we have talked a lot and are getting close. I have never been treated the way he treats me. All my prior boyfriends were jerks compared to him. They never treated me with kindness and only manhandled me roughly.” You tell him. Scarlett rolls her eyes and says, “Now that’s and understatement if I ever heard one!”

You glare at her and continue, “Richard makes me feel safe and loved. It’s still hard for me to get used to. It helps though that he always has a hand resting gently on me. Either on my back or around my waist or on my arm, or just holding hands.” You reply.

Scarlett and Aiden grin. “Yeah, we noticed he can’t seem to keep his hands off of you.” They both giggle. “He can be quite possessive, but it’s always in a good way, don’t worry.” Aiden tells you.

“Chivalry certainly isn’t dead with him!” Scarlett giggles.

You giggle. “Well, I don’t want a knight in shining armor.” You reply as you raise the bed up more so you’re more in a sitting position. You wince and adjust your weight, so it isn’t on your left leg as much.

Aiden looks at you confused. “I thought that was what all women wanted, a knight in shining armor to come rescue them and take them to the castle to live happily ever after. Why don’t you want that?” he asks.

You chuckle. “Thank You Disney for giving young impressionistic women such a dangerous ideal! I much prefer Tolkien’s version of Knights/warriors and royalty. If I’m gonna have a knight come and rescue me, I want him in dented and dinged up armor. A knight in shining armor means he hasn’t seen battle and never waged war. You don’t know if he’ll stick around when the battle gets intense, or if he’ll tuck tail and flee, leaving you to fend for yourself.

Whereas a knight in dented and dinged up armor shows he HAS seen battle and had his mettle tested. It means he has fought, defeated and survived what the world has thrown at him. And not fled when the going got tough. He stands and fights to defend what he loves and cares about.” You giggle. “He’s a real warrior!”

Scarlett nods. Aiden just smirks and grins widely. “I guess I never thought of it that way, but I get what you’re saying. It makes sense.” He tells you as he takes a bite of his breakfast sandwich.

“So, speaking of knights, what are your plans for today? Isn’t Sir Guy working all day today?” Scarlett asks.

You giggle and nod catching her Robin Hood reference to Richard. “Yeah, he’s workin’ all day today. He asked Graham if he’d stay with me today and meet with the attorney that Rich hired for me.

I guess I have to appear before the judge to tell him my side of the story. Then I have to appear before him again as my ex stands before him and explains himself. After that, the judge will make his ruling on the restraining order being made permanent or temporary.” You explain.

“How are you going to appear before a judge when you’re in the hospital?” Aiden asks.

“I guess Alex was going to try to set something up using the internet and video calling.” You explain. “I am not entirely sure.”

“Ah, that would make sense then.” He replies.

You nod and are quiet for a few minutes. “Thank you for the flowers and balloon, you two.” You tell Aiden and Scarlett.

“Glad you like them, Hun.” Scarlett says. “You seem pretty quiet this morning. Didn’t you sleep very well?” she asks.

You shake your head. “No, the nurses were in and out a lot checking on me every hour. The officer assigned to guard me ended up telling them to let me sleep and to leave me alone for a while.” You tell her. “I’m just tired and been thinking about a lot of stuff.” You reply.

(You spent a lot of last night thinking of all the people who have helped you and wondered how you can thank them for everything. Saying ‘thank you’ just doesn’t seem to be enough.

You decided to do something nice for each person who has helped you through this. Starting with Richard and Graham. You make a note to ask Graham what you could do for something special for Rich.

You thought about Graham and how far away his family is. You wish you could meet them and say “Hi” so they can put a face with a name. You decide to ask him about his family today and ask him what their names are.)

You ask Aiden how long he has known Graham and Rich. He replied they all met on the set of the Hobbit films. You ask him what kinds of things does Rich like. You explain that you realized you didn’t know much about him, he always turns the conversations to be about you.

Aiden chuckled. “He always does that. And it can get to be annoying. He hates talking about himself. I’ve learned most of what I know just by watching him & listening & observing.” Aiden explains. “He likes to read, and has several Lego sets of the Hobbit. He’s just a big little kid at heart. He likes a good wine, chocolate ice cream, and good coffee, and was pretty good at horse riding and sword fighting. He is frugal with his money, but isn’t afraid to splurge on those he loves. He did mention one time that his Mom used to help him answer fan mail and it meant a lot to him. He really misses her, she passed away a few years ago.

He doodles, and dances, and tends to write back stories for his characters he portrays.” Aiden tells you.

“So, if I wanted to do something super special for him as a ‘thank you’ for all the help he has been, what would be something meaningful for him?” you ask.

“Hmmm. I don’t know. Maybe a nice journal for him to do his writing in, or taking him to a winery for a private tour? I guess it depends on what you want to spend. He really just seems to cherish spending time with you, Harley.” Aiden tells you.

You nod.

“Well, I need to get ready. I’m supposed to spend the day with Graham. I have no idea what we are going to do other than meeting with the lawyer. He said to let him know when I was up and ready to go.” You tell them.

“Ok.” Aiden says as he stands up. “If you want some company, let us know. We can meet up with you later on.”

“Thanks, Aiden, I’ll let you know.” You tell him.

“I’ll head out and get us some breakfast while you get ready. What do you want, Scarlett?” He tells her with a kiss to her cheek and brushes a strand of her curly, red hair off her face.

“I’ll eat whatever you find, Sweetie.” She tells him.

“What about you, Harley?” he asks.

“Thanks, Aiden, but Graham is picking up breakfast for me on his way here.” You tell him.

Aiden nods and heads out to get himself and Scarlett breakfast.

You grab your phone and text Graham. “Morning Pops! What’s the plans for today besides meeting with the attorney?”

He texts back “Morning Sunshine! Not sure what we’ll end up doing. We can figure that out when I get there. Still want breakfast? How’d last night go?” he replies.

“Ok, Yes, can you pick up something for breakfast, please? Didn’t get much sleep. Nurses kept me up checking on me every hour till the officer told them to leave me alone and let me sleep.” You text him. “When ya coming up to see me?”

“Be there in about an hour, Sweetie.” He texts back. “Finishing up some stuff here before I go.” He replies.

“Ok Pops, see ya soon! 😊”

Scarlett grins and shows you that she brought up some of your tops and corsets. “So you feel a little more comfortable.” The nurses said you can put the tops on but want you to wait with the corsets till later.” She tells you.

Scarlett helps you find something to wear and you end up putting on a long sleeved black peasant top with the shorts the hospital provided. A nurse helped with the ports, disconnecting them long enough for you to put the top on and then re-connected the iv’s to the ports.

Scarlett helps you with washing your face and helps with your hair and the two of you have fun playing around with a few different hair styles for your incredibly long hair. The two of you settled on a 5 strand Dutch French braid.

Aiden comes back in after a bit with breakfast for him and Scarlett and said, “Oooohhh! I like the hair!” as he comes over and admires your braid hanging over your shoulder. “Your hair is SO long, Harley! How long did it take to grow it out like that?” he asks.

You giggle. “10 years!” you reply and laugh as Aiden’s jaw drops.

“What?!?! Did you just say 10 years?!?!?!” he asks.

You nod.

“Wow!” he replies as he runs his fingers along the braid. “How do you keep it so soft and nice looking?” he asks.

You chuckle. “Hair oil, and I get it trimmed regularly to control split ends. I also try to keep it in some kind of braid or updo so it’s not just flying all over and getting all tangled up.” You reply.

He nods. “I can’t imagine having hair this long. We thought the long wigs we had to wear for The Hobbit were annoying. They kept getting in our faces and making it hard to see. When we weren’t filming, they were all tied back so it was out of our faces.” He tells you.

You giggle. “But you all looked so damn sexy with long hair!” you tease. He blushes and grins.

Scarlett digs through the bag of food Aiden brought and hands him a breakfast sandwich, “Here, Aid. Sit and eat.” She tells him as she pulls out one and a container of tater tots and sets them on the bedside table.

You giggle and snitch a few tater tots and pop them in your mouth. Grinning wickedly when Aiden says, “Hey! You said you didn’t want anything!”

Scarlett smacks him on the arm. “Oh hush! She can have a few of the tater tots to hold her till Graham gets here!” she scolds.

Just then you get a text from Rich. “Hey Love! Am just taking a break on set and thought I’d say, ‘hi and love you!’ How’s it going this morning?”

You reply back, “Hi Hon! The morning’s going good. Just getting ready for the day. Aiden and Scarlett are here now & Graham will be here in an hour. He had to run some errands before we meet with the attorney.” You message back.

He sends you a thumbs up emoji and ‘Have fun, sweetheart! See you after work. Xoxo’

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roses-and-lightnings · 4 years

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What if...

... Shirou was the one that died in the avalanche?

I’ve been thinking about this for quite a while and thought it would be nice to share some ideas I had and some screenshot redraws for an Swap AU where Atsuya Fubuki would be the only one to survive the car accident.

So, how would it be like?

Similar to Ichihoshi Hikaru’s story, Raimon folks would think Atsuya is actually Shirou. Atsuya created his brother’s personality inside his mind, so when Shirou’s in control, his eyes glow in a beautiful light blue tone, his hair is down, but still resembling some of Atsuya’s features like the bangs and strands aside the cheeks. Atsuya is gentle, behaved and timid when Shirou’s in control, and he prefers to be this way around others. Shirou’s personality permits him to make friends with others, gain people’s trust and be kind to people. This way, he’s not ever alone.

Atsuya’s true personality is ruthless, impatient and can only shine on the fields. During soccer matchs, he puts on his scarf, his hair gets a little wild and his eyes return to their natural color, in a more sharp style.

No one is aware the Shirou Fubuki they know is actually Atsuya Fubuki, just like the biggest surprise we had when we discovered Mitsuru was actually Hikaru. Anyone watching would think he’s just the redhair cutie with an dazzling agressive personality inside him. The defender Fubuki is exceptional too. When told to play on the defense, he lays down his scarf and play nice. With others, he's friendly and quickly able to earn someone's sympathy.

“Nice play, Fubuki”

“Thank you, captain”

Raimon takes Fubuki in Inazuma Caravan as their ace striker, and things start to get out of control when he starts to lose hold of his personalities after being affected by the current events. Fubuki’s best partner leaves the team and on top of that he thinks he’s getting useless as a striker getting his shoots defended. Shirou’s personality grows greedy and selfish, trying to take his brother’s personality place and make things work better than him.

“I’m sorry”

Shirou’s personality can be extremely manipulative, as he tries to convince Atsuya the others are better off without him and he should let him decide the plays. Atsuya’s personality on the other hand does not want to obey his big brother.

"Leave everything to me, Atsuya. When the time is to come, I'll let you make the goals. Atsuya, why do you never listen me? ATSUYA!"

"LEAVE ME BE!!"

"You know you're not trust worthy, Atsuya. Don't you know the friends you made are because of me? I'm the one they count on, Atsuya, not you. See their faces? They want me around. They don't need you to blow everything up!"

And that is when we get to the roots of the problem, with the Raimon learning about his double personality and the car accident that took his family. Coach Hitomiko tells them about how only one of the brothers survived. So now, the team's aware of his condition and how Atsuya is the one scoring goals for them.

“Together, you are perfect”

His idea of perfection, based on what his mother said, is to be just like his brother. He wants to have his brother on his side because with Shirou’s personality, Atsuya feels protected. Feels that someone is there to shelter him from the loneliness, to put a leash on him and tell him what to do, because without his big brother, he is weak, he doesn't know the way, and he knows that people wouldn't need him anymore. He fears rejection more than anything in the world.

"The problem was I needed him"

"Are you talking about your brother?"

But with his friends' help, he learns he doesn't need to be perfect to enjoy soccer, and his friends accept him for who he is, so he doesn't need to be anyone but himself. And he will never be alone with his friends alongside him. Having said that...

“This is the ace striker, Atsuya Fubuki”

It's a surprise for everyone when they discover Atsuya is the survivor one. Well, almost everyone. I think you guessed Gouenji knew all along.

So, this is the basic concept of this AU I've imagined. I'm sorry for the quality of some drawings, but I did my best. I’ts just some silly ideas and drawings but I hope you guys liked it. Tbh, @fubuki99bae @shawn-and-aiden-frost-9 and their love for Fubuki inspired me to introduce this and let people imagine how could it be to have a completely, yet not so different Fubuki from the one we've known in OG saga. I also want to tag and thank my old friend @peachesandglitter and the power of her Inazuma headcanons, because thanks to her I was able to bring out some of my own.

If you liked it or not, if have any doubts or if you want some more screenshot redraws, let me know! Send a comment or an ask!

And if you want to create some more content to this AU, feel free to do whatever you like with it! ❤

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january book round up

27 books this month! the most i’ve read in a month in quite some time, and a good start to the year. a couple days late because i’ve been feeling a bit meh. i doubt i’ll be able to read this much at any point this year. but it’s nice to get a good strong head-start on my yearly goal. a mix of audiobooks and e-books so far.

a land so wild - elyssa warkentin ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ a really lovely epistolary/found media m/m romance story, set during the 1840s, about a ship captain and a naturalist trying to chart a northwest passage in the arctic, and find a ship that was lost five years ago trying to do the same thing. very beautifully told, with lots of emotion that you’d think would be lost because of the mode of storytelling.

how to bang a billionaire - alexis hall ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ a re-read. i remember being very sceptical of this when i first read it, but now that i’ve finished the entire series there’s so much i appreciate about it.

trade me - courtney milan ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ my first courtney milan book, after hearing a lot of good things about her. the hype was deserved! i like her writing a lot and this book (a romance between a poor chinese-am daughter of immigrants, and a billionaire heir with an eating disorder) touched on a lot of stuff that you don’t typically see in romance novels. particular what it mean and what it feels like to be poor. this was probably my favourite treatment of billionaires in a novel (at least, ones where they don’t get beheaded).

hold me - courtney milan ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ the second in the series, equally enjoyable. the hero of this novel has to confront and own up to his sexism in ways that a lot of romance novels would simply let men get away with! if i’d known that that’s part of what the book covered i might not have been enthused to read it, because while i genuinely believe bigoted people can change for the better, i’m not super interested in reading about it. but i really enjoyed how milan wrote it, and the romance was lovely. (also the heroine is trans, nice.)

my lady’s lover - nicola davidson ⭐️⭐️⭐️ not a lot of substance, but it’s historical lesbian romance, which is my eternal catnip. a lady’s maid who’s the member of a society for sexual freedom falls in love with her mistress, and happily discovers that the feelings are returned. there’s sex, some angst, and a happy ending,

a lady’s desire - lily maxton ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ another historical f/f romance. pretty low stakes, without much external conflict, but it had good writing and great characters, and i’ll always have a soft spot for childhood friends to lovers. and let’s be real: i mostly picked this up because of the cover. a woman with her head in another lady’s lap, gazing gayly at her? yes, thanks.

rebound remedy - christine d’abo ⭐️⭐️ eh! m/m holiday romance, about a guy who gets dumped before christmas, has a whirlwind rebound romance with his bartender, and then starts falling deeper for him. nothing bad about it, but i just wasn’t feeling the romance. i’ve read shorter stories that had more chemistry and character interaction.

don’t let go - cynthia dane ⭐️ another f/f romance that i got mostly because of the cover, but this one let me down hard. i liked that it was set in taiwan; had a lot of cultural nuance and tidbits that i enjoyed, but everything else, the writing, the editing, and characters, the chemistry... it was a bust. it also had a weird and baffling approach to mental illness, and managed to be yet another book that makes me hate rich people. also... the two authors credited are the pseudonyms of the same person skfjhdfkj ihni why she’s crediting herself twice.

alone - e.j. noyes ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ LOVED THIS. f/f mystery/thriller-ish romance, though the mystery aspect is admittedly light. noyes has lovely prose and a good sense of storytelling, but the romance is where this really shone for me. which... idk, i’m aware that it might not be for others who read this book. but something about the way olivia fell so helplessly in love with celeste, everything celeste does to hold on to olivia... it appealed to me on a visceral level.

boystown book 1 - marshall thornton ⭐️⭐️⭐️ three short stories about a gay private eye solving mysteries in the community in the early 1980s. it reminded me of how much i love short form mysteries; there’s just something about stories being told that way that i can’t resist. i was also kind of charmed by the way our main character tripped into bed with a cute twink like every 10 pages. :3

poems i sleep next to - shelby eileen ⭐️⭐️⭐️ a collection of contemporary poems. really enjoyable. nothing wowed me, but several poems moved me.

how to talk to nice english girls - gretchen evans ⭐️⭐️⭐️ early 20th century f/f romance between a spirited american heiress and a nice proper english girl. low stakes, character driven. not really character driven enough actually; i felt like they didn’t get to spend enough time knowing each other. and some more external conflict wouldn’t have hurt. but it was hot and fun and well-written.

by his rules - j.a. rock ⭐️⭐️⭐️ an m/m romance that looks at abuse in bdsm communities, and spends a good long time on recovery, survival, and healthy relationships that involve kink. i really could not get into the discipline stuff, but i really liked that the main characters worked for their HEA; nothing clicked magically into placed for them, and aiden was given space and resources to work out his trauma.

the wolf and the girl - aster glenn gray ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ a retelling of little red riding hood set in early 20th century russia and france that focuses on the friendship between two young women. simple story, very beautifully told.

the secret diaries of anne lister - anne lister ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ i started reading this in the middle of last year, after i finished gentleman jack, and i was basically reading snippets at a time until december, and then by january i was eating it all up. i LOVED this. i loved the diary of this at times manipulative, haughty, but kind-hearted and tender and clever woman, and all of her loves and struggles and observations. there’s just something... very good about knowing and seeing that lesbians have always existed, and hearing her first hand accounts is just... GREAT. really looking forward to the next volume.

oh, earthman! - berlynn wohl ⭐️⭐️⭐️ an anthology of short stories. weird, fun, scifi-flavoured m/m erotica.

emma - jane austen ⭐️⭐️⭐️ took me long enough, i know! but i really really thoroughly enjoyed my time with this book, especially the audiobook, whose narrator i loved. i loved emma: her cleverness and wit and finesse and all her terrible blunders. though i could tell where the story was going, the getting there was really fun, and i super duper enjoyed the romance (though at one point i got seriously squicked out haha). and fight me: i adored miss bates, i thought she was the best character in the book. LOVE a spinster who don’t know when to shut her trap but is earnest and kind and gentle-hearted and GOOD.

«légendaire.» - kai ashante wilson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ kaw, i’m begging you, PLEASE write another fell length novel. or novella. please! i love his writing and world-building so so so much, i flip out thinking about it. until he does, these short stories will have to suffice. this was great: everything i love about his writing, revisiting the world and concepts that we’ve seen in his other books, with mesmerising characters and a tragic, but soulful tale.

a conspiracy of truths - alexandra rowland ⭐️⭐️⭐️ i love stories about stories, and as far as that goes, this a pretty good one! the one way it failed to grasp me was on the character front; i just didn’t enjoy the main character as much as i could, or as much as i was meant to, and i felt at times he was too far removed from the plot. basically, chant is a master storyteller travelling in a foreign land, when he’s falsely accused of witchcraft and spying. the novel details how he uses storytelling to get himself out of the pickle, and all the consequences that follow. there are some amazing side characters in this (esp. his apprentice, who i will definitely read the nest book for).

animal farm - george orwell ⭐️⭐️⭐️ felt like rereading this, so i did. and i mean, it’s animal farm! it holds up.

the overdue life of any byler - kelly harms ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ like i said above, i like books about books, and i got this thinking it would be something like that? but it’s more about a single mother who gets the chance to take some time off from her kids and her life, have fun, find romance, and how she deals with managing that, and the guilt, and all the elements that are introduced/reintroduced to her life. i don’t think this is an amazing book, but it’s a lovely one, and i know there are middle aged mothers out there who would benefit from reading it. it’s not about romance (though there’s a cute romance in it); it’s about motherhood and being there for yourself as much as your kids.

the subs club 1&2 - j.a. rock ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ the first two books in an m/m romance series. a group of friends is still reeling after one of them dies at the hands of an irresponsible dom. they decide to form the subs club; a website to review and rate doms, with an eye towards making the community safer for subs, though it doesn’t really work out that way. the first book follows dave, who ends up getting involved with a guy who’s eerily like ron swanson from parks and rec, and the second follows miles, a masochist who gets involved with a guy who likes to pretend to be a vampire (lmao??). i have to tip my hat to j.a. rock, who seems to have a knack for getting me to read things i’d be otherwise sure i wouldn’t be interested in. and i mean, even after reading, i’m pretty sure i don’t want to read other books about domestic discipline or s&m or pretend draculas, but her characters and plots are well written and engaging and i had a really good time. although, i have to mention: the second book dealt with internalised racism in a way that... while well meaning, was definitely not very deftly done.

alice & jean - lily hammond ⭐️⭐️⭐️ post wwii f/f romance set in new zealand. a young widowed mother falls for the dashing woman who delivers her milk every morning. they have to contend with community scrutiny, an old friend of alice’s husband, and her bitter old mother to fight their way to happiness. i enjoyed it; it was simple and the romance was incredibly sweet, though the writing did drag at times.

american dreamer - adriana herrera ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ DELIGHTFUL. the very definition of feel good romance! a young dominican-american man moves to the outskirts of new york to start his food truck, and almost immediately meets a cute librarian who turns his head. i flipping love queer romances with characters from the caribbean; it just feels so good when slang is part of the language of love.

minotaur - j.a. rock ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ i read four books by this author this month, and this is hands down my favourite. i don’t know man, combine girls and monsters and lesbian romance and i”M THERE. thera is a teen orphan sent to a home for girls at the edge of town. there, she makes friends, raises hell, falls in love with the mysterious new girl, and also becomes obsessed with stories of the minotaur, half woman half monster, locked the labyrinth in a cliff not far away. this story appealed to me in so many ways, and i really hope the author writes more f/f in the future.

two dads and three girls - nick (yu) he ⭐️⭐️⭐️ the autobiography of a gay man growing up in china, and the story of how he finds himself, finds love, and becomes a father. very sweet.

whew. that took me a while lol. that’s it for january. i probably (hopefully) will be too busy to read as much this month, but i have some interesting books on my plate. currently listening to an audiobook of beneath a scarlet sky, which is unfortunately underwhelming, and i’ll probably move on with some fun YA.

#book talk #long post #extremely long post lmao sorry

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Witherstorm's Rest

Orion had holed himself up in his own chamber in the base to tend to his wounds and try and get a bit more comfortable. He was sat on the edge of a light blue bunk, his wounded arm resting in his lap. He reached back up around his neck and pulled down his ponytail, running his fingers though his hair messily to undo the tight hairstyle. His hair fell over his face and against his neck as he blew out a soft sigh, even the slightest bit of loosening bringing relief.

He took a moment to breathe before deciding that the biker uniform he was still currently wearing was too tight, most likely stuck to him because of the blood against the slick leather. He unzipped the jacket, pulling it off carefully and wincing as he twisted his arm in an odd direction in order to pull the wet sleeve from his skin. Eventually he peeled the jacket clean from him, leaving all of the visible wounds clearly exposed.

He pushed himself to his feet, cradling his wounded arm in the other as he sauntered messily to the mirror. Catching a good look at the damage, he groaned through a sigh and didn’t even try to conceal a disappointed look. He’d have to postpone the project yet again.

His torso was covered in cuts and scrapes, and he had a few massive bruises around his midsection. Too large and too dark already for a simple bruise. This was mass internal bleeding. Something he wouldn’t be able to fix on his own. Mixed in with the dark bruises was the still fresh blood coming from his bullet wound and many other gashes and scrapes. Then there were the few burned marks into his scarred back from the taser darts, of course. He was visibly a mess, and even he couldn’t deny he was in terrible shape.

He tugged off the rest of the leather suit and folded the stained and glossed clothes neatly as to not make further of a mess. He decided against redressing yet, instead heading to the bathroom and grabbing a towel, wetting it to clean the fresh blood off of his skin. He cleaned over each cut and gash, working extra carefully around the bullet wound in his shoulder, and held the wet towel over the wound to help block more blood from escaping. Luckily the wound was a clean shot, and the bullet had gone right through. There wasn’t much to do for it besides patch it up and hope for the best, but he had no doubt he would be fine. He’d survived much worse, after all. He knew the medbay in the base would be able to help him fine, which is where he was planning to head after he’d gotten somewhat cleaned up.

Though, there were some questions dancing in the back of his mind. He’d noticed something was off with Lukas, and it’d left him a bit uneasy. The more time he got to think, the more little details he could pick out from the past couple weeks that formed even more questions. He was worried for him. What was prying at the poor man’s mind? Orion never thought to ask. Perhaps that was something he should do, check in on him, make sure he was alright. Their mission did take a rattling turn, after all. Perhaps he was simply shaken from recent events. It would be best to ask at least.

Orion moved the now bloodied towel away from his wound, which had expectedly not done too much to halt the bleeding. He set the towel back on the counter and sighed, watching the fresh blood that had seeped into the fabric slowly coat the metal. Whenever Orion was injured, it always brought some sort of realization to him.

He bleeds.

With all of the wounds, the beatings, the burns, the miraculous survival through explosions and mechanical failures; it felt normal to be in pain. He’d grown used to it. It felt so normal that sometimes, he forgot that it made him bleed. He forgot that it was dangerous, that death was real. However, even though it brought such a powerful realization, it also reminded him that he was stronger than that. He’d cheated death, fought it off by hand and will successfully each time. He was stronger than death, and he wouldn’t let it overtake him.

So, he powered through it. He bandaged his shoulder just enough to hold until he got to the medbay, and he slipped into a more comfortable outfit of a black t-shirt and blue sweatpants, something similar to sleepwear. A bit of his bandage still stuck out from under his sleeve, and his lips were still wet with blood from the lightly pulled stitches, but he did all he could to look not so much a mess, even if it was still obvious. He fixed his hair a bit using his good arm before leaving the bathroom slowly as to not hurt his already pained midsection further. He left the room and started making his way down the hallway, trying to keep his commander demeanor through each struggling step.

Eventually, he stopped, just hesitating outside of Lukas’s bunk. He heard nothing inside. Perhaps he wasn’t there.

Orion lifted his hand until it was hovering just a few inches away from the door in a fist. He didn’t want to intrude— yet, he was worried, so he led by his worried brother gut and knocked on the metal door.

~~~

“You excited for you next trip up to PAMA?” Trevor asked Ranger as they both sat in the control room. They’d been silent for too long, and Trevor was getting antsy from the silence. Each of them were sat in their respective chairs, Bullet and Toaster curled by their feet.

“I am, yeah! I love going up to Norway. The trip takes a while, sure, but it’s really calming. Yknow, some time to myself— I pass over a few nice reefs too,” Ranger responded more cheerfully than Trevor expected.

“It must be a nice trip- How’s PAMA been doing?”

“Same old same old really. Some minor glitches in Aiden’s connection though, probably nothing too hard to fix. PAMA’s been reporting a third presence in Aiden’s mind. It’s kinda weird but I’m sure it’s just some sort of interlinked connection, maybe a glitch in the streams. I’ll take care of it when I get there,” Ranger brushed off the situation as simple, but Trevor didn’t find it so minuscule.

“That sounds like an issue, don’t you think-? Who’s that third presence?” he asked, trying to pry a bit more information into the open.

“Can’t tell- could be anyone. It’s probably just another one of the Hacked accidentally mixing streams with Aiden’s. He’s been a bit glitchy since he’s been under for so long. Don’t worry, bro, I’ll fix it when I get there,” Ranger assured him.

“Fine, fine. But be careful anyway. Those CIA, FBI, whatever they are could be out there still,” Trevor sighed and leaned back into his seat.

“If I come across them I’ll gladly shoot them down- I’ll just leave with my weapons actually loaded, no biggy.”

“You seem awfully relaxed-“

“It’s my way of coping. Everything’s fine-! We’ll all be fine. Leader’s pulled through a lot worse, and our subs are crazy fast and really powerful. We do also have the advantage of hidden, familiar turf, radio static, and an entire creature out there somewhere that Leader's trying to weaponize-“

“Oh, Gargantuine?”

“That’s it’s name?”

“Yeah, Gargantuine is what I called it a while back and Leader adopted it. Gargantuine was the thing that destroyed the Witherstorm before us.”

"I think Leader's recorded something about that thing getting even bigger."

Trevor and Ranger shuddered simultaneously at the thought. The creature lurking in the depths was just another horrible problem. All they could do was pray that Orion's improvements to the base could hold it off. And- hope whatever system he's creating to control the beast would be a success, and not a horrific life or death situation.

"He's trying to weaponize the thing either way. Hopefully that'll keep it off our backs--" Ranger finished, subconsciously rubbing Bullet's belly with his foot. Bullet seemed to be in bliss.

"Yeah, hopefully. That should make your leave easier too, huh?" Trevor asked lightly, looking on the bit more positive side.

"It should, yeah, since the thing always manages to get in the way somehow. If Leader has it distracted, then maybe I can slip out unseen. We know it can't follow outside the field, or-- well. It never has. But I don't see any reason why it would change its decisions now- so once I'm out I should be free sailing."

"I sure hope it goes that way. I'll be stuck here though, having to take up your dumb duties on top of mine, as usual-" Trevor scoffed and threw a crumpled slip of paper at his brother's forehead. It bounced off and landed in his lap.

"Oh come on, it's not like my stuffs too hard, just make a couple of the Hacked do it. I'll be doing all of the routine checks from my sub, as per usual," Ranger replied, letting his playful snark slip through his tone. He picked up the paper ball and threw it back.

For a few minutes, the two tossed the ball back and forth to each other, focused on catching the slowly falling ball instead of talking. Until Trevor spoke up again.

"Do you think Leader's gonna be okay?"

Ranger looked lightly shocked by the question.

"Of course! He always pulls through-! He's Leader- he's.. Unstoppable!" Ranger choked out almost half-heartedly.

"He's just been making this a thing lately-- Coming back mortally wounded, and all.. I'm just worrying about him a lot more.. Like what if he brushes off something serious--"

"Trev," Ranger cut him off, "Orion knows what he's doing.. Sure he seemed a bit more open when we got back today, oddly sentimental, but that doesn't mean he's not gonna be okay. He could just be relieved-- he IS almost done with his project- and it's been years. I'm sure he knows when things are too much for him-- and if anything, no worries, he's got ol Green to take care of him."

"Ah, Green. A stubborn one, huh.. I've never seen anyone speak to Leader the way he does.." Trevor answered unsurely to the comment, still not really sure what he thought of Green.

"Personally, I don't trust him. He looks WAY too similar to that Lukas agent guy that we have record of. And the way he is with Leader-- I don't like seeing Leader's guard lowered like that.. It gives me chills." Ranger threw the crumpled ball one last time, throwing it past Trevor and onto the monitor behind him.

"I'm not really partial.. He saved my life, after all- Twice, I think-- I can't exactly be too skeptical of someone like that.. Maybe he's just-.. Special? Who am I to say? If Leader trusts him, there must be a good reason why," Trevor finished strongly, leaning into the armrest of his seat.

"I guess that's true..." Ranger fiddled with his own armrest, clearly restless.

Trevor noticed and snapped to Toaster, causing the black lab's head to shoot up with his ears perked high in response.

"You know, I think we've got some last minute routine checks to do before we're done--" Trevor glanced up to Ranger, who still looked lost in thought, "I'll race ya, first one back here and finished wins. Loser has to wash the dishes for a week."

Ranger's head perked up for a moment, and Trevor grinned, leaping to his feet. He shouted his countdown as he was already heading off down the hall, followed by a stumbling Ranger.

"1 2 3 GO!!"

#Witherstorm #Story #Mcsm au #Ranger #R!Lukas #Orion #Trevor #SA!Witherstorm #Bullet #Toaster

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Lost somewhere

I kinda got caught in the WitcherSvetlana/AU and needed to get this out of my system. So… here is something different.

What if the things worked out for Svetlana differently? When her brother Aiden invites her for a few beers too meet his new friend, the long lost past knocks on the door in a way Svetlana never dared to imagine. What if the memories weren’t truly long gone…

Song lyrics used - In The Woods Somewhere by Hozier

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“Do you think those bastard are able to shed a tear? To show any real emotion?” said an old farmer, his eyes locked on a table far back and the two men sitting there, each carrying two swords on his back.

“I bet they would not move an inch even if their own mother was dying in from of them.” added younger farmer.

“That’s an interesting question. Would the Witcher remember that person to be their mother?”

The conversation the two farmers were having was interrupted by a third voice. Voice not so harsh as theirs, not so quiet as theirs and way more feminine then theirs.

The older farmer, the one who asked the question, turned around in a search for that female, the woman daring to mingle into their talk. He was ready to scold her, make a remark about her appearance but he did neither. Because the eyes watching him took all the word from his mouth as the rest of his confidence.

Eyes watching him from the above were not one of a fair maiden but of something not even human.

The Cat watched him with playfulness and curiosity and even if those emotions could be genuine, the stare alone scared him shitless.

***

“Svetlana, you made it! I was scared you would bail on me like the last time.” man greeting her was just a few inches taller than her, yet his charisma made him look giant. She was so happy to see him.

"Come on, I already apologised. And you know I had my reasons… It was bruxa reasons.“

"I am so glad to see you again.”

"Me too, brother.“ They hugged and for Svetlana this dusty inn in a middle of nowhere felt like home.

"I would never forgive myself if I would miss another meeting of ours. Although the woods did not want to let me pass peacefully.”

"Complications?“

"Pack of wolves though my and Myesats would be an easy snack.”

"Speaking of wolves, there is someone I would like to introduce to you.“

Aiden guided her to a table in the back of the room. Svetlana noticed Aiden and the other man the moment she entered the inn, but the farmer really did ask an interesting question.

"The best beer you have for my friend here!” shouted Aiden as the passed the innkeeper who showed little to no actual enthusiasm in a compleating given request. Svetlana tossed a gold coin into his hand and his attitude changed slightly, now felt more involved in compleating the task.

As they come t the table Aiden pulled a chair for her to sit on and settled himself next to her facing the other witcher - the Wolf.

"Svetlana - Lambert"

"Lambert - Svetlana"

"Nice to meet you.“ she greeted him with a polite smile.

"Pleasure is on my side, Aiden told me about you. Did not believe him though.” She was not surprised, who wouldn’t be? “Never seen a female witcher before, at least not one alive one after the Trials.”

"Yeah, my existence is one of the many mysteries this land holds.“

"You were lucky that day.” Was she? Aiden’s optimism sometimes went beyond her understanding.

"Lucky as one can be. Just two of us got through it alive. And believe it or not, I was the one without unwanted side effects.“

"The old masters mixed something new into the mixture. Ten died, one survived and one sometimes loses his head… Hard.” Telling this was even Aiden’s gaze fixated on an indescribable place on the table, away from anything too materialistic. “Never used the same mixture again.”

"Met him last month, havent seen any new scars on him,“ said Svetlana to Aiden, just becouse. Does it even mean anything?

Svetlana drank from her mug, the first sip, the first taste, the first try out of many to wash the bitterness in her mouth with a different kind of bitter-sweet sensation.

***

"You two travel together?”

"Yes, for a while. Some contracts are better done with help,“ said Aiden.

"True, but a cat and a dog?”

"Wolf.“ barked Lambert.

"That’s what I said.” Svetlana made a note that if she ever meets Lambert again, he is a good guy to get wasted with.

The mugs pilled themselves on their table and with new ones on the table, Aiden took the liberty to make a toast.

“To new friends! To use!”

“To the lucky ones.” said quietly Lambert and the cynical tone with which he spoke made Svetlana smile at him in understatement.

***

“I have had heard that Wolves spend their winters together at the school. That must be nice.” Svetlana heard this from one traveller she met a few years ago.

"That old castle is in ruins, but yeah, It is better then letting your ass freeze somewhere outside.“

"I prefer the adventure in never staying in one place too long when its too cold I head south and if it’s too hot… who am I kidding, it’s never too hot.”

"Not everyone is a stray like you. I wish I was born a real cat. Just lying all day never hungry. My royal owners would treat me so good. Yeah, that’s the dream.“

Svetlana couldn’t recall the last time she was having such a good time.

***

A melody came from the other side of the inn. Close to the fireplace, a group of musicians started playing their tunes, with people singing along. Svetlana was singing too, quietly. She felt the tune dance around her ears carrying some familiar feeling that made her heart skip a beat. So she sang.

My head was warm

My skin was soaked

I called your name ‘til the fever broke

When I awoke

The moon still hung

The night so black

That the darkness hummed

She abandoned the conversation she was having with her two companions, letting them talk to one other.

I raised myself

My legs were weak

I prayed my mind be good to me

An awful noise filled the air

I heard a scream

In the woods somewhere

A woman’s voice

I quickly ran

Into the trees

With empty hands

Her mind was somewhere else. In a land far away. Not here yet not there at the same time. Singing to the tune dancing around her ears.

A fox it was

He shook afraid

I spoke no words, no sound he made

His bone exposed

His hind was lame

I raised a stone to end his pain

What caused the wound

How large the teeth?

I saw new eyes were watching me

As the song continued the singers died along the way, in the end, it was only Svetlana singing the song that no one else knew how to finish.

The creature lunged

I turned and ran

To save a life I didn’t have

Dear, in the chase

There as I flew

Forgot all prayers

Of joining you

I clutched my life and wished it kept

My dearest love

I’m not done yet

How many years

I know I’ll bear

I found something

In the woods somewhere.

"Young lady, is that you?”

The whole inn fell quiet. Every eye in a room on a small fragile figure of an old woman standing behind a woman with two swords strapped to her back.

Svetlana turned around, meeting with eyes filled with disbelief and hope that contrasted with the confusion she felt.

“I knew it was you, the moment I heard you sing. I sang you that song when you were little, remember. My sweet, sweet child.”

"I am sorry… Do I know you?“ "There must have had been some misunderstanding. You must have mistaken me for someone.”

What is happening?

"How could I? I can see your father in you, those eyes and that nose of yours.“ The old woman’s face burned with euphoria as she spoke. "My little owl.”

The musician that stop the music a while ago, put his instrument down and with worry in his eyes approached that old woman.

“Mother, what are you doing? Please, come sit back.”

Svetlana gestured to the troubled man, that everything is fine which did not make him any less worried. He was in his late fifties, his face filled with wrinkles, some from laughter other from all the hardship, if he smiled she knew the dimples on his cheeks would be more prominent.

Would I look the same as Gustav if I aged normally? Wait, who is Gustav? A picture of a young boy with cute dimples flashed her mind. Just for a second.

The old woman did not stop talking to her, but Svetlana heard less than half of it. Because what she heard was too painful, too vivid to be true.

Pictures shaped like stories flood her mind as could do nothing and just watch the old woman’s lips.

“You are going to go to a place where they can help you,” said to her woman with fire in her hear and oceans in her eyes.

“But I wanna stay here with you and nanny, who would take care of you now that dad is gone.” answered her voice but not herself.

Now she watched the carriage that was supposed to take her to the school she knew nothing about. She watched as a pack of Nekkers attack them. Back then, she did not know what those little devils were.

“Run, you can’t let them catch you!” yelled the guardsman as he fouth for his life.

Hide, hide, hide - the sun burns. She had to hide, too much pain.

The imagery shifted again. She was hiding in a crack in a big rock when the man found her. “Look what do we have here. Come on out, little one.”

That mans eyes glowed in the dark like candles flame, she was so scared.

After this last memory, she knew what would follow - the pain, the despair, the Trials.

“Your dear mother was heartbroken when she heard about the attack. She refused to accept that you were gone just like your father. I should have had believed her.”

The woman placed her soft, gentle hand on Svetlanas cheek. The touch of a loving mother - something that was long forgotten - something lost in those woods somewhere.

With all the eyes turned Svetlanas way, that night those two farmers got their answer - in one way or another.

#fanfiction #the witcher #witcher fanfiction #my oc #svetlana #Cat/AU #lambert #Aiden

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pennywaltzy · 5 years

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Therapeutic (7/7) - NEW CHAPTER

And here, at the end of the story, Danny finally has his breakthrough and starts really moving forward with his life.

Therapeutic - In Danny’s eyes, the hits just keep on coming…though this particular hit may turn out all right in the end.

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He was in a good mood by the time the next session rolled around, but more than that, he finally felt ready to let all the hurt go, and that meant talking about Aiden and all of the stuff surrounding her and her death and their friendship and the fact that he felt like a horrible friend when it came to her. The closer he got to the session the more apprehensive he felt about doing it, though, so he did his best to pump himself up, so to speak, knowing that he couldn’t truly be happy with Lindsay and the life he was leading now if he didn’t stop hurting, stop hating what had happened to one of his best friends with such a vehemence that it impacted other aspects of his life. It wasn't good to hold it in, he realized after the last session. He was always going to think her dismissal and her death was unfair, he knew that, but he had to start letting go. Start being the operative word; like the situation with Louie, he wasn’t done letting go, but it was a start. And a start was what he needed...maybe if Skoda agreed, they could work on it for a while even after the mandated sessions were done.

Skoda let him into the office and he went to his chair, trying to have a confident air about him, that because of their talks, he could start doing the serious work now. He knew he could do it, he trusted Skoda to help him with it, and so he wanted to show he was ready in actions and words. He sat in his chair and leaned forward, elbows on his thighs, looking at Skoda. “I want to talk about Aiden and all the stuff with her death.”

Skoda nodded, and to his credit if he was surprised he didn't let it show on his face. “Are you sure?”

“I am. I’m trying to...psych myself up, I guess? But I feel mostly ready, and if I don’t do it now I don’t think I’ll ever do it.”

“Then today I’m just listening,” he said, setting down his pen and pushing his paper away. He leaned back in the seat of his and put his hands folded together in his lap. “No notes today.”

“Okay, good, good.” Danny took a deep breath. The fact that none of this would ever get back to Mac, he was sure, helped. He could speak as freely as he would ever be able to, he thought. “I know she wanted to be a PI because she couldn't take him off the streets with us. She didn't plant evidence but she got sacked and I think that was wrong, and being a PI was her second chance. And...I know she was training for it, and with her cop training, she’d have made a damn fine PI. Could have helped so many people. Like, cops are supposed to dislike PIs since they get in the way, but she would have been such an asset since she knew the ins and outs of everything, you know? She would have been better than even the best, like the guys on TV, like Magnum PI. But she just had to go after the bastard. And honestly, I don’t think anything I or Stell or Mac or anyone else said would have made her change her mind, no matter how much we would have wanted to, and that's with us not even knowing what the bastard was capable of. She needed him off the streets.” He paused. “She needed to be the one to take him off the streets.”

“Because he was the one who got away?” Skoda asked.

“I think. She was invested in that case. But Mac shouldn’t have fired her, you know? She thought about tampering with evidence but she didn’t do it. Mac would give me a yard but he didn’t give her an inch and if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s that double standard. I think while I blame the bastard more than anything, I blame Mac, too. If he’d just...” He took another deep breath. “If she’d stayed at the labs I think she’d still be alive. But I can’t dwell on it because it will drive me mad, and I’m there and I need to do the job that she’d want me to do, you know?”

“I can understand that,” Skoda replied. “You want to honor her legacy.”

“Exactly!” Danny said, lifting an arm up and pointing at Skoda in one quick movement. “Like, she can’t do it anymore. I have to, know, because I can sometimes hear her sitting on my shoulder, saying ‘Suck it up, Messer, you’ve got a job to do’ and that motivates me.” Skoda nodded and he continued. “But I swear, if the bastard gets the death penalty, I will be there to watch him get the needle. I mean, I don’t think it will make me feel better per se. But I want to make sure there’s no tricks, that he’s dead and can never get on the streets again. That her death wasn’t in vain, you know?”

“Watching someone die sometimes doesn’t help,” he said.

Danny sighed then. “I know. But I also know he’s slick. He’s skated on all those rapes. I want him dead the way she is. Maybe I’ll be there the day he dies, maybe I won’t, but I don’t think I’ll ever be fully settled with all this until he’s dead.”

“And you don’t feel the same way about Sonny?”

“I do, but I don’t? I guess because Louie isn’t dead and is just in a coma, there’s hope he might wake up. It’s similar, but different, you know? If Louie was dead I’d probably want to push the needle in myself, but he could wake up. He could eventually be the way he used to be, and holding onto that hope helps.”

“That’s understandable,” Skoda said with another nod. “You miss them both, though.”

“I do. I like to think Louie and Aiden would be teasing me about my life, and Aiden would have been tethered to Flack’s side after the bomb, and Louie would insist he got to meet Lindsay before it got all serious. Aiden would tease me that the women of New York would mourn the day I gave up my little black book and Flack would be taking dibs. I mean, it’s nothing serious yet, but...”

“So you and Lindsay are an item?”

“Could be, yeah. We went on a date. French restaurant near the labs. She’s got today off and I’m taking the afternoon off so we’re going to see a black and white Hitchcock film at this little theater near her place and get lunch somewhere. It’s...nice. Didn’t think it’d feel right before, but now it does.”

“So you’re living your life again.”

“Yeah, I’m starting to. Since the sessions started, things are better. I’m not getting as angry as easily, not bottling it up until it explodes. I can remember good things and not hurt so bad. I think it’s been a good thing, but...I don’t think I’m done yet, you know what I mean?”

“I do,” Skoda said. “I think that I would be willing to tell Detective Taylor you don’t need any more mandated sessions, but if you want to continue the sessions regardless, I’d be amenable to that.”

Danny grinned at the psychiatrist. “Good. Good. I...yeah, that sounds like a good idea. I mean, I’ve come far, but I still have a way to go. But I’ve got good people around me, I’ve got friends and I’m not keeping them at arm's length anymore. And I’m even kind of taking joy in the job again. Life is better. It just could be even better, you know?”

“I know,” Skoda replied. “And I’ll be here to help, as long as you need me to.” Skoda stood up then, offering his hand to Danny, and Danny stood up and shook it. “I think we can end this session early if you want to go out and live that life you’re so close to living fully again.”

“Thanks, Doc,” Danny said, releasing Skoda’s hand. He made his way to the door and opened it, feeling as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulder. It felt good to finally kind of hit the truth about how he really felt, but there was more to dig into, more to look over and figure out how to better process it, and if he had professional help as well as the help of his friends? So much the better.

Once he left the building he pulled out his cell phone, taking a minute to appreciate the weight hat was gone. Then he dialed Lindsay’s number and waited. “Lindsay? Yeah. Session ended early. You want to do lunch before the film? I can meet you somewhere.” And as he walked to flag down a cab, he realized life was, for the first time in a while, more than just bearable.

It was good.

#csi ny #csi new york #law & order #danny x lindsay #fanfic #fanfiction #danny messer #emil skoda #multipart: therapeutic

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SPN 8x18: “Freaks and Geeks”

THEN: Vampires and Krissy Chambers.

“I’ll Surely Die” by The Rubens.

I’m sure Aiden was excited as hell to be able to make out with Krissy for cover.

The freaking vamp messed up the car engine.

RIP vamp. Killed by Aidan.

“One down. Two to go.”

“Yeah. Um, Cas dinged you up pretty good.” Physically and emotionally.

I do love how both brothers are looking out for each other.

“Okay. I'll tell you what. Why don't I go get some, uh, herbal tea.”

“Okay.”

“And you can find some cowboy junkies on the dial.”

“Eat me, Dean.” *

“And you know what? We'll just talk it out...Good talk.”

I love it a lot less when Dean gets that attitude tho. Sam’s trying to help you, hon.

(*LMAO Sam. The way he says it is perfect and hilarious)

Dean recognized Krissy, but Sam didn’t?

“Sheriff, why do you think we're here? You just crossed streams with a federal investigation.Now, I suggest you cooperate, call off your A.P.B., or you're gonna find yourself in a world of hurt.” Huh, Bobby would be impressed with that attitude.

I’m 23 and look 17...Krissy could pass as 25 if she really sold it.

“I told you...I have a boyfriend.”

“Then how come I couldn't find him in your cellie?”

WHY WERE YOU GOING THROUGH HER PHONE.

“Right. And let me guess --he also lives in Canada?”

“You know, he does, actually. Oh. A small town called ‘kiss my ass.’”

pfft.

They have a good system built up.

“Hey, how about we start a new tradition, and before each job, we give each other good-luck kisses?” Anytime I think Aiden isn’t so annoying, I’m always proven wrong.

Josephine’s a good nurse.

They really can’t hear his genuine confusion.

RIP vamp. Killed by Josephine.

Lee was killed by a vamp. “I woke up one morning and found him dead.......his throat ripped out.”

“Well, look, I am sorry to rain on your parade, but you are way too young to be doing this.”

“You're never too young to kill monsters, especially the ones that kill your family.”

Good point.

Victor, their caretaker.

“Victor's helping us get revenge.”

“Yeah, well, I don't care what he is. He sucks.”

Dean’s right.

“Well, you know, so what?! Maybe it's time that people know the truth about what's really going bumpin the night.” OH NOO, people would freak the fuck out.

“Look, I don't need you to save me, Dean. I'm not a little kid anymore.” Ok, Edgelord.

It’s a lovely house tho.

Victor Rogers.

Eugh, I immediately get bad vibes just looking at him.

“Move on, but never forget.” What a weird ass motto.

“What, after -- after soccer practice and --and the bake sale,they, uh, chop vampires' heads off?” Is this like the Wayward Girls home? Except, this is worse.

“Somebody obviously dropped Garth on his head when he was a baby.” OK FUCK YOU.

DOUBLE FUCK YOU.

“These kids are the cream of the crop. They are the Beatles.” OK LET’S NOT BRING THEM INTO THIS EITHER.

“They'll be better hunters than any of us ever dreamed of.” Dude, you’re talking to the guys who saved the world. Fuck right off.

Sam spent the night there?

This would be cute if I didn’t know the real reason how they all came together.

“Me? Uh, no.”

“You want any?”

“Uh, I don’t know.”

Sam would be a good father.

“You know what I realized, Sam, is that these kids, they don't have to live it the way we have.You know, crappy hotel rooms, always moving, no family, no life. It's not the only way.” But Sam and Dean now have a family and a stable home to go back to at the end of a case.

Jimmy Day, the vamp Josephine killed. Stand up guy, apparently.

“So, uh... this Jimmy Day guy, he -- he just grabbed you and took you to the hotel?”

“No. I-I came from work and was in the parking lot when this blue van pulled up. This guy with a hoodie asked me directions. That's all I remember, till I woke up tied to that bed.”

“And was hoodie there, too?”

“Just Jimmy, and he was crying, saying he was sorry and all. That he was sorry?At first I thought he was gonna kill me. But then he just... he just seemed scared.”

Victor found the vamp that killed Krissy’s dad.

“Wait, how do we know this is definitely her?” Debunk everything, Sam!!!

“Are you sure this is a video surveillance pic?”

“It’s her!”

Krissy didn’t even see the attack tho?? She only saw her dad’s body?

“Something's up. Victor says he has a surveillance photo of the vampire that killed Krissy's father. But, Dean...I'm not so sure.”

“Why’s that?”

“There’s no time stamp on it.”

Blue van’s back.

Conway Springs Lodge.

A fresh vamp.

Poor Sam. Another blow to the head.

Victor, you scumbag.

“I don't want to hurt you, Dean, but I will if you don't move.” Like you could.

“And how would you know that?”

“Because she's fresh made, a day or two. Her dad was killed months ago. This whole thing stinks. That vamp that we killed last night? Why was he swearing that he didn't do it?”

Use your brains, kids!!

“Look, last time I'm gonna ask you nicely. Take the damn guns off me, or somebody's gonna get hurt.”

“Big talk.”

Shut up, Aiden. And then promptly disarms his ass.

“She hasn't fed yet. We can reverse this if we find her maker and get his blood.”

“And why should we care about her?”

exCUSE ME.

“Like I said, hunting isn't always about killing.”

“Oh, please. Preach to some other choir. We're not buying it.”

Can I slap Aiden??

“Picture this. The kids arrive home victorious, only to find you dead in their living room. It seems that nest of vampires they were hunting were seeking revenge......and killed you. Thus, inspiring them to hunt even more.I'm sorry, Sam. I can't have anyone poisoning my kids' minds.”

Can I throat-punch Victor too, while we’re at it?

“I don't need to justify my actions to you or your self-righteous ass of a brother!” YOU DO IF YOU’RE KILLING INNOCENT PEOPLE.

“We have to do what we can to survive. But I wouldn't expect you to understand.You're not a father.” Shove that card up your butt, Victor.

“You have to understand. I saw a way to make the future better. But to get there, I had to do something hard.” Oh yeah, I’m sure it was so h a r d for you.

“Don't you see? This is bigger than all of us. We have to learn to put things in perspective. Come with me. We can get past this.” Victor is goddamn delusional.

KRISSY SHOT THE VAMP RIGHT IN THE EYE, HOT DAMN.

This is for my dad...For Josephine’s family...For Aiden...For me.” A metaphorical shooting.

“So, we're just gonna let him live?”

“Yeah. All alone, with himself. No family. No friends. Ask me, that's not much of anything.”

That would’ve been punishment enough...

RIP Victor Rogers. Suicide.

Unnamed woman, our second person to be cured of vampirism.

“Look, I hate how we were put together, but...I can't deny that it feels right. And why should I let Victor ruin that, too?” Fair.

“So, what you're saying is that you like that boy over there and you want to stay?”

“What? Aiden? No. I mean... He's like my brother. It's nothing like that.”

Not sure I believe that.

“We all have a life and each other here.” Yeah! Now you got a sweet house to go with it too.

Garth! He’s just becoming a hunter-sitter for so many youngsters out there.

“Take care, Dean.” Awww.

Yeah. Goodbye, Dean.” Oh Aidan, when will you stop being a dumbass.

“Aiden. Listen, there's, uh, something I want to tell you about Krissy.”

“I know. I know. You'll kill me if I ever hurt her. Blah. Blah. Blah.”

“No, no. No. She'll kill you.”

Oh, absolutely.

“This is good.” It is good. I think they’re still doing fine together; at least, I like to think so. And now that we’ve got the Wayward Girls? I’d love to see the two groups meet.

#supernatural #spn summer rewatch #spn liveblog #spn 8x18 #freaks and geeks

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astarkey · 3 years

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IN DEPTH FANDOM QUESTIONS: Charmed and FDTD! 💖💖💖

It’s kinda long, so I’m gonna have it under the cut lol.

Charmed

Top 5 favorite characters: Piper Halliwell, Prue Halliwell, Phoebe Halliwell, Paige Matthews, Andy Trudeau Other characters you like: Darryl Morris, Leo Wyatt, Cole Turner, Barbas Least favorite characters: Billie Jenkins, (Adult) Chris Halliwell Otps: Prue/Andy, Piper/Leo, Phoebe/Cole, Prue/Bane Notps: Prue/Jack, Phoebe/Coop Favorite friendships: The Halliwells and Darryl Favorite family: The Halliwell sisters (Paige included) Favorite episodes: “Murphy’s Luck,” “Ex Libris,” “A Witch’s Tail,” “The Day the Magic Died,” and “Oh My Goddess.” Favorite season/book/movie: Season 2 Favorite quotes: “I know it’s not very P.C. but I want romance. Long, slow kisses, late night talks, candlelight. I love love.,” “It’s the 21st century. It’s the woman’s job to save the day.,” “I don’t obsess. I think, intensely.,” “I think from now on I’m gonna stop trying to control every little moment. The best ones kinda sneak up on you, anyway.” Best musical moment: All the musical guest at the club, P3. Moment that made you fangirl/boy the hardest: I think when I saw Bane make a re-appearence when he kidnapped Prue 😂 I don’t think I fangirl'd too hard, I was calm and surprised about it haha. When it really disappointed you: When they added Billie. I don’t know, I didn’t really like much of season 8 ‘cause I felt like they were making the focus on her and didn’t know what to do with the rest of the main characters. I hardly watched that season anyway, it just felt dragged out and confusing. Saddest moment: When Phoebe vanquished Cole Most well done character death: I don’t know, I guess Andy’s. Favorite guest star: John Cho Favorite cast member: Holly Marie Combs Character you wish was still alive: Prue Halliwell AND Andy Trudeau. One thing you hope really happens: I don’t know. It would’ve been nice to see the next generation of Halliwells kicking demon ass lol. Most shocking twist: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ When did you start watching/reading?: Probably around the time that s4 aired. I always saw glimpses of episodes on TNT when my mom used to do my hair before taking me to school, and I just decided to sit and watch it with her when they were showing new episodes on WB (CW). Best animal/creature: I think the Grimlocks. They kinda scared me when I was a kid lol. Favorite location: The Halliwell house Trope you wish they would stop using: I don’t know... I don’t know if it’s necessarily a trope, but I kinda noticed how they would make the big sisters seem a little bossy. Like Prue was the big sister and she was bossy, and then when she died and Piper ended up being the big sister, she became bossy later on, too. It’s like they have to have one of the sisters being the boss in the trio and it’s like why??? lol. One thing this show/book/film does better than others: It’s three sisters that are witches and kicking demon ass. How cool is that lol Funniest moments: Piper on the ground kicking and screaming in that episode “Is There a Woogy in the House,” and Piper calling some dude skid mark lol. Couple you would like to see: I don’t know. Actor/Actress you want to join the cast: I’m not sure. Favorite outfit: Phoebe’s outfit here [Link] It’s always been my favorite. Favorite item: The Book of Shadows Do you own anything related to this show/book/film?: No What house/team/group/friendship group/family/race etc would you be in?: I don’t know. Most boring plotline: I don’t know, I kinda stopped investing in the show when they did the whole Wyatt going to magic school like going to Hogwarts, and the warlock running the school wanted to steal Wyatt and make him evil so he could be evil!Wyatt in the future. It was like around that season and when Oded Fehr played that demon (I forgot his name, but I know it starts with a “Z”) and when Billie showed up, it just got boring later on. Most laughably bad moment: Piper’s Halloween costume as Gilda the witch from The Wizard of Oz. Best flashback/flashfoward if any: Idk, I can’t remember. There were so many 😂 Most layered character: Piper Halliwell Most one dimensional character: Uh... I don’t know. I wanna say (Adult) Chris Halliwell lmao. Scariest moment: I think a reporter was in the sewers trying to report on the Charmed Ones, but then a Grimlock popped up in front of the camera and attacked the reporter. Grossest moment: I don’t remember. Best looking male: Bane Jessup (let’s be honest here, people, lol) Best looking female: All of the sisters are good looking, lol. But I’ll say Phoebe Halliwell. Who you’re crushing on (if any): Nobody lol. Favorite cast moment: I don’t know. Favorite transportation: Orbing Most beautiful scene (scenery/shot wise): The dream sequences in the “Dream Sorcerer” episode. Unanswered question/continuity issue/plot error that bugs you: I know the reason (the Shannen and Alyssa beef while filming), but it’s weird that Prue’s spirit never shows up whenever the family’s spirits are called upon, like Grams’ and Penny’s spirit. Even in the last episode of the show, Prue never showed up, and even the characters questioned that! 😂 Best promo: I have no idea. At what point did you fall in love with this show/book: I don’t know, it kinda grew on me lol. I liked the idea of witches fighting evil, and the show gave off this warm nostalgic feeling (kinda like Practical Magic), and I think that’s what drew me to the show, as well.

From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series

Top 5 favorite characters: Seth Gecko, Kate Fuller, Richie Gecko, Kisa, and Eddie Cruickshank. Other characters you like: Freddie Gonzalez, Scott Fuller, Ximena Vasconcelos, Jacob Fuller, Burt, Kalinda, Dakota Block, Rafa Infante, Vanessa Styles, Celestino Oculto 😎, and Kalinda Least favorite characters: Aiden Tanner, Carlos Madrigal, Sonja Lam Otps: Seth/Kate, Richie/Kate Notps: Scott/Kate, Seth/Richie, Kate/Carlos, and shipping anybody with Aiden lol. Favorite friendships: Seth and Kisa, Seth and Kalinda (even though it was extremely short, their interaction was just so nice to see), Kate and Rafa, and Richie and Kisa (I wanna say they’re otp, but I also like the mutual relationship they have) Favorite family: The Fuller family including the Gecko brothers... and Uncle Eddie 😂 Favorite episodes: “Let’s Get Ramblin’,”Santa Sangre,” “Shady Glen,” and “Dark Side of the Sun.” Favorite season/book/movie: Season 2 Favorite quotes: “And every spidey since I got is tingling in every nook and cranny from eyeballs to balls-balls.,” “’Got your balls on?’ ‘Screwed on tight.,’” “’Are you here for redemption? In whose eyes? Your God’s?’ No. In the eyes of the people I love.,’“ “My family might survive if we stick together because we’re better together. When we’re alone, we’re lost.,” “Now like it or not, we are a family. A broken, messed up, sad excuse for a family. But goddamn it, we got love for each other, don’t we? Love and forgiveness. That’s how you get through the day, right?,” “Next one that pipes up gets a stake through the heart. Reptile, regular jackass, I don’t really give a shit. Got it? Fantastic.,” “You, be cool.” Best musical moment: Uh... Every musical moment was pretty mediocre, so I guess Fanglorious on stage was pretty great (those are the only 2 musical moments I know). Moment that made you fangirl/boy the hardest: Los Tres Geckos robbing a bank at the end of s3 lol. When it really disappointed you: How the creators just decided to change Sex Machine’s character from the movie into this total perv/predator in the show, like wtf. Movie version Sex Machine was my fav. AND THEY KEPT BRINGING HIM BACK EACH SEASON WHEN NO ONE WANTED HIM BACK, LIKE MAJORITY OF US COLLECTIVELY WANTED HIM TO STAY DEAD! Saddest moment: In the “Straightjacket” episode when Seth was tied up and trying to talk to Richie to get his normal self to come back while his shadow-self took over. They really got me with that one. Most well done character death: Carlos getting butchered by the main characters, leaving Scott to finish him off by decapitating his head. That was some pretty poetic shit right there lol. Favorite guest star: Tom Savini Favorite cast member: D.J. Cotrona Character you wish was still alive: Pretty much majority of the ones that have died 😂 I’ll just say everyone except Malvado, Carlos, and Aiden Tanner. One thing you hope really happens: Dude, I just wanna see Seth and Kate kiss, that’s all man 😆 Most shocking twist: I mean I wasn’t expecting Kate to show up with the brothers robbing a bank, so that was a shock lol. When did you start watching/reading?: Pfff, pretty much five years ago, now, in March! Lol. Best animal/creature: Culebras Favorite location: I’d say the run-down motel in the beginning of s2 😂 Also Uncle Eddie’s shop. Trope you wish they would stop using: Idk... Idk if it’s a trope, but it kinda sucks seeing innocent girls getting treated like shit and killed, and then they come back from the dead and like some part of them is stripped away like they’re not as they used to be, and they’re out for blood. I don’t know... One thing this show/book/film does better than others: As cheesy as this show is, it has Robert Rodriguez all over it, which kept me hooked. It also incorporates Mesoamerican mythology and folklore, which I’m a huge sucker for, AND VAMPIRES!!!!! Funniest moments: Richie sliding out when Seth told him to shut up at the liquor store, Carlos pretending to hand something to Malvado when he’s handing him nothing and saying he’s all out of fucks to give, Seth shooting a gun in the garage with a straight face, and Seth protecting his crotch before he attempts to shoot a gas tank. Couple you would like to see: Idk, I guess Seth/Kate??? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Actor/Actress you want to join the cast: Salma Hayek (I still wanna know why she wasn’t on the show. She would’ve been amazing as one of the nine lords) Favorite outfit: [Here], [here], and [HERE] Favorite item: Kate’s cross? Idk. Do you own anything related to this show/book/film?: Yep! A shirt of a fanart of the Gecko bros., a sethkate cup, and a fanart sethkate iTouch case. What house/team/group/friendship group/family/race etc would you be in?: I don’t know. Probably a culebra lol. Most boring plotline: None of them were really boring. Most laughably bad moment: Richie just staring off into space as he’s drawing circles in his book like right after Seth said that Richie wasn’t crazy lol. Best flashback/flashfoward if any: Kisa’s flashbacks. Most layered character: Idk, there’s a lot of characters that are equally layered. Most one dimensional character: I don’t think there’s any 😂 Scariest moment: The Head Games monster taking the skull out of his victims was pretty crazy. Grossest moment: When that dude peed on Freddie while he was tied up. I’d say that was disgusting. Best looking male: That’s a tie between Seth and Richie. Best looking female: Kisa Who you’re crushing on (if any): SETH GECKO Favorite cast moment: When they all went on a group chat, and reminisced on the show and shared pics when they were on set filming. Favorite transportation: The rv, even though that rv needs to be cleansed thoroughly. Most beautiful scene (scenery/shot wise): Kate swimming and floating in the pool (before the water turns red lol) Unanswered question/continuity issue/plot error that bugs you: Like... there’s no way anyone could come out cold turkey that friggin’ quick within a couple hours. It usually would last within three days. Best promo: Season 3, I think. At what point did you fall in love with this show/book: I think it was the scene when Kate had the conversation with Richie by the pool. I loved how the creators made the interaction less creepy compared to the movie, and I found it pleasing with all these changes they made from the movie for the show. There were a lot of things they changed that I found it appealing, AND THEY CHANGED SETH’S ANSWER AND WANTED KATE TO ACCOMPANY HIM, LIKE THAT’S WHAT I WANTED TO HAPPEN FOR 20 YEARS, AND IT HAPPENED! 😩🙌🏽 It’s like they gave me everything I wanted, but wasn’t expecting to happen lmao.

Geez, sorry this took so long lol! Thank you so much for asking me these!!!! 😁💗

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hysterialevi · 6 years

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Where the Demons Sleep pt. 12 (Cobblebats)

From Oswald’s POV

Following Aiden through his organization’s base, my new friend led me to what would be my room whilst everyone else got settled in their own. This place wasn’t nearly as big as William’s, and there appeared to be less people, but it definitely felt more cozy. I didn’t have to worry about numerous guards keeping me under constant surveillance, and the overall relaxed vibe made it seem more like a sanctuary rather than a place of operation. I liked it.

“Nice home you guys have here.” I commented, earning a grateful smile from Aiden.

“Thanks,” he replied. “We worked hard to make it what it is today. It may not be as fancy as what the other gangs have, but to me, that’s why it’s the best. I hope you’ll feel the same way.”

I chuckled. “Well, if you lot are any friendlier than William’s men, we should have no problems.” A sudden wave of worry rolled over me. “...Speaking of which, how’s Braxton? Is anyone takin’ a look at him?”

Aiden nodded. “Yeah. Even though he insisted he was all right, I still had Braxton sent down to the infirmary for now. They’re treating him as we speak. Your friend took a helluva beating.”

I sighed. “All because of me.”

“Hey,” Aiden rested a hand on my shoulder, “you can’t blame yourself for what happened. It’s not your fault William’s a dick. He’s the one who beat Braxton up. Not you.”

“Well, I certainly didn’t help the situation. I just wish I could’ve done something. Stopped William in some way...instead of sitting there like an idiot, watching the show. Braxton’s one of the strongest people I’ve ever met, don’t get me wrong, but not even he’s invincible.” I shrugged. “I suppose at this point, I’m just glad the bastard survived.”

Aiden beamed. “...All because of you.” He gestured ahead with a welcoming hand. “C’mon. We’re almost at your room.”

Strolling further into the corridor, we passed by multiple other rooms, most of them still shut and locked considering how early it was. Though, despite almost everyone being asleep, there was one door in the process of creaking open as its resident quietly slipped out into the hallway, already geared up and set to go. Aiden threw a casual wave in their direction.

“Morning, Erik.” He greeted. The man only continued prowling by, acting as if we weren’t even there. Aiden glanced at me over his shoulder.

“Not the most talkative man,” he murmured. “Reminds me a bit of your friend Richie.”

“Yeah. It’ll take some time for him to adjust. He’s not exactly used to this type of life.”

Aiden gave me a questioning look. “And what type of life is this?”

I was silent for a moment. “Well, I guess you could say it’s--”

The other man shook his finger. “Trick question, friend. There aren’t different ‘types’ of lives. It just goes where you take it. For instance, some would’ve said you live the life of a prisoner after being locked up by William. And yet, here you are, walking as a free man the next day.”

I chuckled. “I’m far from a free man, Aiden.”

“Oh? I don’t see you wearing chains. And we broke out of that cellar together...so what is it exactly that’s holding you back? No need to answer this question either -- not right away, at least. Just somethin’ to think about when you’re trying to figure out who to punch. Perhaps Richie should hear it too. But we can talk more later. Here’s your room.”

Unlocking the wooden door, Aiden softly swung it open and allowed me to enter first as I eagerly stepped into what would be my new home, the red sun greeting me through a window on the opposite wall as its curtains gently draped over its frame.

“Nothing too flashy,” Aiden said, leaning against a wall, “but I think you’ll like it.”

Wandering around, I gladly took in the calm nature that my room seemed to give off and plopped myself down onto the bed, letting out a sigh of relief as the mattress sank underneath me. I heard Aiden laugh.

“Feels much better the cellar’s stone floor, doesn’t it?”

I grinned. “It sure does. This room’s perfect.”

Looking upwards, I noticed that Aiden was writing something on his piece of paper again, his brow furrowed in concentration. I finally let my curiosity take control for once.

“Hey, Aiden.” I called out, catching his attention. He turned his head slightly towards me without taking his eyes off his notes.

“Yeah? What’s up?”

“I-I’ve been meaning to ask...what’s that paper you’re always scribbling on?”

Aiden walked over and took a seat beside me, paper still in hand.

“Oh, it used to be a full notebook, but I had to burn that before William’s men captured me. Couldn’t risk them learning about our plans, so I just tore this piece out and kept it with me.”

I rested my elbows on my knees. “Still don’t explain why you’re constantly takin’ notes.”

Aiden pointed to his messy, tangled hair. “In case you haven’t noticed, Oz, I’m not exactly the most organized person in the world. Especially when it comes to remembering things. I guess you could say the paper’s kind of a...planner? I just make a checklist of stuff I have to do, and cross them off along the way. Have a look.”

Taking the crinkly notebook page into my grasp, I carefully unfolded the thin material before reading its contents, shocked at how much Aiden had written down. The paper was probably no bigger than my palm and yet, the bloke had managed to fit lines upon lines of tiny text -- all of them marked with a small, drawn box off to the side. Though, not every single one was checked. I mouthed the words to myself as my eyes traveled across the page.

“Come up with plan to escape cellar, check. Get new prisoners’ help, check. Escape from Kane, check.”

I came to an abrupt pause, unsure of what the next one meant.

“...Find Vivienne,” I read aloud. “...Unchecked. Who’s Vivienne?”

Aiden’s seemingly permanent smile suddenly vanished at the sound of that name, and his gaze drooped to the floor out of sorrow.

“Oh,” he replied, his voice barely audible. “That’s...my older sister. She went missing not too long ago, during a mission in Gotham. We haven’t found her yet.”

I handed the paper back to Aiden. “Shit. I’m sorry, mate. Anythin’ I can do to help?”

He stuffed the paper into his jacket’s pocket, almost like he didn’t want to look at it anymore.

“Honestly, I don’t think so. We don’t have any evidence to confirm it yet, but from what I’ve heard so far, Bruce Wayne may have been the last person to see her...and you know how that man can be. You don’t think he would’ve...” Aiden choked up, holding back his words.

I shook my head. “No, of course not. I know Bruce has changed, but I was actually his friend as a kid. A close friend. Trust me -- underneath that hard shell, he’s got a good heart. He’s not merciless. I’m sure your sister’s okay.”

Aiden’s smile returned somewhat. “Thanks, Oz. You know, it actually makes sense the two of you used to be friends.”

I raised a brow. “It does?”

“Yeah. You’re both hell raisers in your own way, and you’ve got a love for theatrics. You guys fit well together. Though, I’m not sure how you’d feel about Bruce’s behavior today.”

I sighed. “Guess we’ll have to wait and see.”

“That we will, but it looks like someone else is here to see you now.”

Bringing my attention to the doorway, I saw the same woman from earlier standing just outside, her head peeking in with curiosity.

“Hey, you.” Aiden said, rising to his feet.

“Hi,” she shyly replied, practically hiding behind the wall, “...is this a bad time?”

“No, no. Not at all. I was actually just heading out.” Aiden turned to me. “Well, I’ll leave you two alone. Wouldn’t wanna deny your number one fan from getting an autograph.”

“Oh, shut up.” The woman playfully responded as Aiden waltzed through the exit, shutting the door behind him. We could both hear him let out a laugh in the hallway. I approached the woman once he was gone.

“Hey,” I greeted. “Vicki, right?”

She beamed, smiling bashfully as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “You remembered. It’s...it’s an honor to meet you, finally. I’ve heard so much about you. ...Some of it even good.”

I chuckled. “I promise, I’m not as bad as the people I used to work with. Hell, they hated me so much they threw me in a cell.”

“So I’ve heard,” Vicki shifted a little, clearly nervous to be speaking with me. “I hope everyone made it out safely. And sorry about earlier, by the way. Y’know, holding your friend at gunpoint and everything.”

I waved it off. “I get it. You were just being cautious. No one can blame you for that. As for everyone being safe...none of us got hurt on the way out at least, but Braxton took more than a few punches the day before.”

“Braxton,” Vicki repeated, “that’s the man they sent down to the infirmary?”

“That’s him.”

She seemed impressed. “He’s pretty tough for someone his age.”

I snickered. “Don’t let him hear you say that. The man’s got a lot of pride. Anyways,” I sat back down, giving Vicki a grin, “Aiden said you wanted an autograph?”

“Actually, I was just hoping to talk to you before the meeting.”

I paused. “Wait, what meeting?”

“Oh, Aiden must’ve forgotten to mention that. We’re planning on having a meeting later to discuss this whole business with Brannigan, and how we’re going to kill him.”

I pointed a hand towards her. “Are you gonna be there?”

She nodded. “I’ll be at the meeting, yes, but I won’t be there during the actual mission. I’m afraid I’m not as skilled as you when it comes to fighting.”

“So, what is it you do here exactly?”

“I gather information,” Vicki answered. “Mostly about our enemies. You’re gonna need my help if we’re going to bring Bruce Wayne to London. Trust me.”

I leaned forward. “Well, seeing as how you’re the one with all the info, d’you mind if I ask you a few questions?”

Vicki stepped closer. “Go right ahead. What would you like to know?”

“For starters, who are you people?”

“Good question. We’re called the Insurrection. We were formed a few years ago to bring down people like Wayne and his colleagues, but then, we discovered that his ‘business’ spanned all the way to England. That’s why we’ve got a base here too. We have agents in both Gotham and London.”

I looked around. “...and who’s your leader?”

A puzzled look spread across Vicki’s face. “She calls herself Lady Arkham, but no one’s actually met her face-to-face. She likes to hide, you see. Doesn’t make her presence known. Though, rumor has it she has another, smaller, elite organization where she personally picks the members. They’re called the Children of Arkham.”

That caught my interest. “Is anyone here a ‘Child of Arkham?”

Vicki shrugged. “That’s the thing. No one knows. They’re like secret agents. If any of them are among us, they won’t make it as obvious as we’d wish. Good thing is though, they’re on our side, so we don’t have to worry about it anyways. Who knows? Maybe Lady Arkham will recruit you someday.”

I scoffed with a laugh. “I can fight, but I’m just a boxer. Nothin’ special ‘bout me. I’m not exactly what you’d call elite material.”

The woman eyed me for a moment, examining my every move. “I beg to differ.”

Taken a bit off guard by the sudden change in temperament, I remained silent, unsure of what to say in response. Vicki quietly cleared her throat.

“Anyways,” she changed the subject, “do you have an alias yet?”

I was confused. “An alias?”

“It’s important that our agents don’t go by their real name when they’re on a mission,” Vicki explained. “It makes it more difficult for our enemies to track us down. I’m assuming you haven’t thought of one?”

I thought for a second. “Hmm, I guess I could go by...”

Vicki offered some suggestions. “If you’d like, we can dig up some of the unused names and let you choose--”

“--Penguin.”

She halted mid-sentence and stared at me, unable to tell if I was being serious.

“...Penguin,” she repeated. “That’s what you want to be called?”

I smirked. “I think it fits me, don’t you?”

Vicki clearly didn’t quite understand the alias, and it was obvious that she had about a hundred other names in mind, but she went along with it nonetheless.

“If you’re comfortable with it, then sure, why not? It’s just a little...strange, is all.”

“Like I said, it fits me.”

She smiled in a lively manner, her eyes lighting up with understanding. “That it does. Well, I suppose we should go check if they’re ready for the meeting. Unless, of course, you’d rather head down on your own. After all, it wouldn’t hurt to become familiar with your new room first.”

I opened the door for Vicki, gesturing outside as I returned the smile. “I’d rather become more familiar with you.”

She appeared slightly taken aback by the comment for a second, but eventually opened up and gladly joined me as we ventured downstairs together, saying a little something in my ear before we left.

“You know, I’m glad you’re here, Oz. For some reason, I get the feeling things are about to change drastically now that we have your help.”

I quirked a brow. “For better or for worse?”

Walking past me, Vicki threw a mysterious glance in my direction. “...We’ll see soon, won’t we...Penguin.”

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lunaraen · 7 years

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After prodding from Jesse, and guilt from seeing how toxic Xara and Romeo's relationship grew to be, Lukas finally visits Aiden's after all these years. Unfortunately, when he finds a blonde haired, blue eyed 'working boy' in Aiden's home upon arriving, he doesm't know if he should be flattered, or just kind of creeped out.

It’s awkward. It’s so, soawkward.

This could, to be fair, be usedto sum up a good chunk of Lukas’s life, but there’s something about this thatdeserves its own kind of categorization.

Part of this is on him.

Not all of it, because he reallydoesn’t want to take responsibility for any of this, but part of this isdefinitely his fault.

Lukas has had years, weeks andmonths, all tiny little puzzle pieces building up into a mounting wall heshould’ve, could’ve, torn down long before now, to visit Sky City’s world forsomething beyond business issues and quick transactions only. Isa and Milothemselves have always been more than happy to give their heroes a tour oftheir ever-developing ever-learning city.

Of course, theweeks-maybe-months-maybe-eternity spent trying to get out of the portal networkdoesn’t count, but he’s had so much time since they finally came back home.

He’s had enough time to settledown, to get comfortable in a cabin of his own just far away enough from it allfor him to be able to write as much as he wants, and every passing minute,every second, every moment that’s gone by has been one he could’ve changed hismind and visited like he should’ve done years ago.

Lukas wasn’t expecting this,though.

He was ready for it to beawkward, for it to be all kinds of unimaginably uncomfortable and tense, justnot like this. Lukas expected fighting and yelling and snapping back and forthif it got really bad, but at this point, he’s starting to think he’d even behappier with that.

He was also pretty sure beforethat patching things up or trying to before whatever was left between them gotas bad as what happened to Romeo and Xara would be better than nothing, nomatter what, but maybe years of writing about adventure and a few well-placedwords by Jesse had him prepared for a different kind of awkward, because hestill doesn’t think he’d have ever worried about this in a million years.

(Another mistake in what’sshaping up to be a long list of them.)

To be fair, it’s not as if he walkedin on anything incriminating. Too much, at least.

Aiden looked pretty ruffled whenhe answered the door, but given that, from what Lukas knows, he’s been workingin the mines since being let out of prison, that makes sense. It goes with thefaded, coal stained clothes. Lukas certainly didn’t question it at the time.

He didn’t even question how Aidenfroze when he opened the door, because that’s exactly what he expected, and theevening air, getting crisper by the second, surely didn’t help.

It’s not like Lukas sent a noteor a letter ahead of time giving Aiden a heads up.

(In hindsight, bad move. Very,very bad move.)

The person he finds in Aiden’sliving room is not expected, though.

Which isn’t fair, especiallygiven that it’s expected that Aiden had to make some kind of friends if he wasreally working on reforming.

The kiss the mystery person givesAiden, on the lips and longer than usually given around strangers, kind of makeit seem like they’re more than friends, though, and Lukas has to stop assumingthings if he doesn’t want to constantly be surprised. When it comes to beingsurprised, though, it’s something the unexpected third party doesn’t seem aboutLukas being there, even though Lukas is pretty sure he knows who he is. SkyCity, frankly, still doesn’t have many heroes, on the ground or not, and mostpeople here know how much he’s despised the Blaze Rods.

Somebody who’s willing to kissAiden like that probably doesn’t despise them all that much as it is, though.

That doesn’t keep Aiden fromlooking as uncomfortable as he has since Lukas walked in, though, even as he holdsout a hand. The coins clink against each other as they’re accepted, almostlouder than Aiden’s own words as he gives a tight smile.

“Thanks, Leo. Here yougo.”

(It’s then that Lukas noticesjust how blue his eyes are too. So he has blond hair, blue eyes, a grin that’smore teeth than anything resembling warmth, half a dozen other little thingsthat don’t feel right, and Lukas has no idea what he’s just gotten himselfinto.)

‘Leo’ nods, still grinning as heglances at Lukas again.

“I’ll leave ya to it.”

With that, he leaves, coins andall. It’s hardly a moment after he’s left the room that another cold breezedrifts through the house, the door clicking shut almost as soon as it does,returning to shifting noisily against the door frame as the wind continuesoutside.

Aiden and Lukas just stand therefor a bit, both of them staring at each other like the other might disappearand like that might not be such a bad thing after all right now.

Finding out that he’s somehow inthe wrong house and not actually standing in front of Aiden doesn’t sound halfbad either.

“I didn’t know you had aboyfriend.”

“I don’t.” The wordsare instant, out before either of them seem to expect, and Aiden’s fumbling thenext second as he tries to continue. “Leo– he’s not– it’s not likethat.”

Aiden’s not very good at denial,Lukas reasons, not when he’s trying to convince anyone but himself, and justbecause Lukas stopped by unannounced doesn’t seem like something Aiden shouldfeel guilty about. Maybe they didn’t leave things on anything resembling theright foot, Aiden in jail and Lukas hoping he would burn for it instead, butthat’s what this is about. Forgiveness.

Awkward, awkward forgiveness andsecond chances.

“There’s nothing wrong withhaving a boyfriend, Aiden. It’s nice that you gave him money like that.”

Aiden’s face flushes, his handsfinding their way to his pockets as he seems to shrink in on himself.

“That was the fee.”

Ah.

It takes a moment or two forLukas’s brain to start working again.

The first time he visits Aiden inyears.

And he chooses the one day Aidenhas a hooker over.

(Not that this seems at all likethe first time, but he’s not asking and he’s doing his best not to think aboutit.)

A hooker that shares more traitswith Lukas than he’s even remotely close to feeling comfortable about, now thathe thinks about it.

“He’s an, um…”

“Yep.”

“I didn’t think Sky Citywould, erm, have people like that. Or be used to having stuff like that.”

Is this a conversation he everwanted to have?

No. And he doesn’t think it’s oneAiden was ever planning on having either, but here they are.

Damn him and his big mouth.

“Yeah, well, that’ssomething I didn’t introduce to them.As serious as they might have seemed back then, it turns out it was… a way toget money up there. It… doesn’t really take that many resources, so it was…popular enough?”

Aiden shrugs as he steps awayfrom Lukas, practically slinking over to the couch.

Lukas, more than happy to takeany kind of diversion whether it’s effective or not, follows him, giving ashort hum as he sits down both on the other end of the couch and right besideAiden.

It’s not a large couch, and,judging by the way the springs creak in protest under both of them, not thebest either.

“I… uh, guess I neverthought about it.”

“Most people don’t wantto.” Aiden’s chuckle shakes, a bit, as he brushes his hair back with ahand, and the two of them are back to crushing silence.

Lukas decides he’s had quite enoughof that for today, and if he’s going to try to be Aiden’s friend again, hemight as well move onto related but less-awkward small talk. It’s the decentthing to do, for both of them, and there’s the undeniable fun present in theteasing opportunities available.

“So… about that guy,Leo…” Lukas didn’t miss the similarities, after all, just like hedoesn’t miss the way the color briefly drains from Aiden’s face. “Seemedkind of eerily familiar, don’t you think?”

The almost alarming lack of coloris quickly replaced by a just as violent blush.

“I can have a type.”The admittedly impressive way Aiden’s voice doesn’t shake is somewhat defeatedby how red his cheeks look.

“Yeah, but I’m pretty sure a type has to bemore than just one person.”

Lukas gets the feeling itwouldn’t be as weird to talk about if he wasn’t that person, or if Aiden hadn’ttried to kill him.

He’s always known Aiden sucks atflirting, but he’s pretty sure it’s common sense that killing someone has theexact opposite effect of trying to date them. It’s hard to make any kind ofromantic progress with somebody when they’re dead, and it’s even harder whenthey manage to survive and hate whoever tried to kill them.

“It– I–” Aidenslumps, sinking as best he can into the stiff couch cushion that doesn’t seemkeen on letting him get away from embarrassment. “Okay, I’m ready to dieof shame now. Mission accomplished.”

“That’s not actually why Icame.” Lukas leans against the arm rest, propping his head up with a hand.Uncomfortable and uncomfortably small couch or not, the smile he gives might bethe most relaxed he’s had since walking in.

“…why are you here, Lukas?” The eyebrow Aiden raises doesn’t staylike that for long before he gives another short chuckle, nearly groaning atthe end of it. “Because part of me’s really hoping that you’re not, andthat this is some kind of demented nightmare so we haven’t really had any ofthis conversation.”

Lukas feels he shouldn’t be ableto relate to Aiden so much, given that it’s largely Lukas’s own fault.

“As much as I can seewhy…” In all fairness, Lukas’s chuckle is hardly any better as heblushes, reminded again of the problems with his idea to come over without anykind of warning or even asking Aiden about it first through a letter. “Iactually wanted to come visit to check in on you. I, er, got some remindersback home of how bad it is to just let these things sit, so, yeah.”

No matter what anyone says, Jessecan be very persuasive.

Well, and a very small part ofLukas also hoped that, if Aiden didn’t hate his guts and had seemed to havecooled down in the years he’d had a chance to, they could maybe rekindlewhatever they had that was beyond friendship, but that doesn’t really seem likea possibility now either.

And chances were fairly low tobegin with after the whole nearly murdered incident.

(Not that whatever Aiden has withLeo seems serious or like either of them are attached to each other, what withAiden nearly killing everyone Leo knew, and Lukas is pretty sure it’s more of afor pay deal than any kind of actual relationship, but the same small part ofhim clings to that far too much for his liking.)

“And of course it’s when–Notch, forget being ready for it, I think the shame’s killing me already.”There’s another small groan as Aiden pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Good to know you’re skillof being over dramatic hasn’t gone anywhere…” Lukas rolls his eyes as heleans back against the couch, a breeze from behind the curtain, as icy as anautumn wind usually is, having no apparent trouble getting through the odd gapsand cracks in the window frame. It pulls and tugs at his hair, making the hairon the back of his neck stand as straight as he sits up the next moment.“Actually, hold on a minute. I’m just realizing something.”

Maybe it’s just his imagination,and part of Lukas hopes that’s the case, but the way Aiden wearily eyes himmeans he can at least have some fun with it if it’s not.

“What?”

“He has a twang.”Aiden’s face makes a valiant effort to discover a new, brighter shade of red,and while it’s not proving him wrong, Lukas at least gets a chuckle out of it,teeth showing as he grins. “You really do have a type, don’t you?”

“…shut up.” There’sno bite to the grumble, Aiden brushing his hair back with his hand while hismouth twists into what could generously be considered a pout. “You don’thave an accent.”

Anymore. But Aiden would knowthat, being the person who helped Lukas get rid of his.

But before Lukas can point thatout, not that he needs to, Aiden groans, dragging his hand down his face beforerubbing one of his temples.

“You know what, I’ve changedmy mind.” The scowl he gives is too exaggerated to be taken seriously, nothelped by the way it threatens to twists into a grin. “Forget reforming orrebuilding anything. You can go home and let me die in peace.”

“Something tells me thatwon’t work so well if I still want to be your friend.”

Aiden snorts as he looks at Lukasagain, smile wiry as his fingers tap for a few seconds against the arm rest onhis side.

“Any advice you can give me,then?” Aiden’s smile softens a bit, meeting his eyes more even as he rubsthe side of his arm. “If you’re done trying to kill me and want to do the‘good friend’ thing.”

At this point, there’s not muchLukas thinks he can say that’ll do more in that department than Aiden’s ownshame, but part of being friendly is banter, and teasing comes easy when it’smixed with genuine concern.

“I can’t tell you how tospend your money, but maybe focus more on getting food?” Lukas punctuatesthe suggestion by lightly poking Aiden’s ribs, fighting back the urge togrimace at how bony Aiden really seems as Aiden leans back, pushing Lukas’shand away. Lukas could probably count his ribs, if he wanted to.

Granted, the fact that Aiden’shair, still looking a little ruffled or not, looks like it’s been recentlygelled tips Lukas off that food’s still not one of Aiden’s main priorities.

Given that he’s skinnier than heever was before, though, it should be.

“And where would Leo get hisincome?” Lukas doesn’t have to see the look he gives Aiden to know thatit’s flat and one of his better ones, judging by the way Aiden winces.

“Don’t tell me he needs themoney.” Part of that’s wishful, more of a general hope that nobody has togo to that extent just to scrape by, but it’s probably not the only reasonLukas’s shoulders relax as Aiden rolls his eyes.

(It looks like Aiden could useall the money he can get as it is, from how baggy his clothes look, ribs stillmanaging to poke against his shirt, to how bare the room looks, a single shelfin the corner with two worn books all that’s there beyond the stiff, creakycouch and thick curtains.)

“Apparently he’s prettypopular. Er, as far as it goes. He only agrees to come over because he does getmost of my paycheck, but it’s not like that’s much.” Aiden shrugs, rollinghis eyes as his cheeks slowly approach a calmer pink even as he won’t lookLukas in the eye. “Don’t act like it’s that impossible to believe. Blond,blue eyes, accent– come on, it’s a type.”

Lukas can’t help but snort, andhe doesn’t bother trying to hide it as he gives Aiden a flat look, mouthalready twisting into a smirk.

“Yeah, but it’s not ascreepy when it comes to most other people. He’s even got a name that startswith an L.” Lukas has seen far creepier things, as a person is wont to dowhen they’ve gone toe to toe with creatures from different worlds and evenangry gods, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t recognize it for what it is.

“Hey…” Aiden seems tothink better of whatever defense he’d come up with, wincing again as he rubsthe back of his neck. “Okay, yeah, it’s kind of creepy.”

“Kind of?”

“Okay, really creepy.”Aiden sighs as he buries his face in his hands, the couch creaking underneathhim at the sharp movement as Aiden leans forward. Still, Aiden’s chuckling,albeit weakly, as he glances back up at Lukas. “Any other parts of my sexlife you want to shame me for?”

“I think I know way too muchas it is, thanks. I never really wanted to know that.”

Aiden being with somebody elsedoesn’t sound like an issue, in theory. It’s none of Lukas’s business. But it’salso pretty obvious when Aiden’s starving, and he’s not far off from lookinglike a skeleton.

According to him, he’s not even‘with’ said somebody, who he regularly spends most of his paycheck on–

(Lukas wouldn’t charge him.)

Lukas can’t help the way his ownface flushes as he stiffens. So that’swhere his mind is right now?

Oh dear Notch, he’s not going to mention that.

No sense in ruining what they’rejust starting to fix, especially not that way.

“That makes two of us.”Aiden, seemingly blissfully unaware of Lukas’s own internal dilemmas or blush,gets to his feet, combing his fingers through his hair as he looks down atLukas. “I’m going to try to drown myself with coffee. You want any?”

“Sure.” It’s definitelyawkward, but this… at least this feels more natural. And Lukas could reallygo for some coffee right now. “You got any sugar?”

Aiden’s nose crinkles at thesuggestion.

“I didn’t ask if you wantedme to ruin it.” He rolls his eyes as Lukas grins back at him, frownmelting into a small smile of his own. “Sure. One scoop, right?”

“Right.”

Lukas’s grin softens as Aidenwalks into the kitchen, waiting a moment or two before getting to his feet andfollowing him.

This isn’t how he thought any ofthis would go, but this part isn’t so bad.

#My Stuff #fanfiction #mcsm #minecraft story mode #warning heckmouth

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anchorsandadderall · 7 years

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Lessons

Laura Hale Appreciation Week

Day 2 Theme: Alpha Laura

Now on AO3

Talia loved her children. It was her love as a mother that soothed nightmares and praised good report cards (because no one brought a bad report card home to Mama Hale). It was her love as an Alpha that taught her children how to survive their lifelong walk on that high wire between the supernatural world and the human world. Derek and Cora were her babies, loved and taught as Betas. Laura was taught just a little bit different.

“You must love your pack above everything else, Laura. Even above your own life.”

Laura sits in the hospital waiting room, tuning out most of the chatter around her. None of the conversations concern her. They’re all sad and frightened and private. Not for her. The cold, sterile air is unnatural enough to keep her alert. Well, that and she just plain doesn’t like hospitals. Hasn’t since she had to walk these fluorescent hallways all the way down to the morgue. The doctors were amazed that she could identify the remains so clearly when they were so badly burned. Laura didn’t tell them that it was because she could smell them.

Tik. Tik. Tik.

Laura drops her eyes and watches the nurse shuffle past, keeping her head low over the gurney with Isaac strapped to it. Her feet are bare. Her toenails are claws, wicked and curved. Laura lets her go.

The intercom system pages a doctor to the room where the Alpha is taking Isaac. Isaac is already healed. Even Alpha wounds don’t heal that slowly, Laura knows. She’ll owe Ms. McCall an apology for making her make up yet another lie to cover up the track of a werewolf. A nurse is probably more equipped than her to explain why a gored teenager suddenly doesn’t have a single mark on him.

Laura flips through an issue of Better Homes and Gardens, something six months old with ideas for Valentine cupcakes covered in frosting so red that her throat burns a little just looking at the picture. And she listens. Listens to the gurney being wheeled back out of the operating room, with that same hard squeak on the left front wheel. Listens to the nurse that leans over the front desk and murmurs quietly to the woman who wields the black marker for the scheduling board.

“Room 2 is clear.”

Laura doesn’t hear the rest of the conversation, what the woman says happened or what questions get asked. She gets up, sets the magazine down, and walks out of the waiting room.

“Your pack will love you above their own lives already. They will give them up for you in an instant. Protect them over any ideal of honor.”

Ennis pushes the wheelchair down the hallway, sparse enough on this floor that no one notices that they don’t recognize him. Or mentions that it’s probably several violations to just wheel an unconscious person around, slumped forward in a chair. Isaac’s chair is halfway over the threshold of the elevator when Ennis freezes, nostrils flaring.

“Get in the elevator, Ennis.” Laura stands in the corner by the row of buttons, hands in the pockets of her red leather jacket. The smell of her Beta and the sound of his drugged heartbeat is enough that her eyes light up red. She doesn’t take them off of Ennis, though.

“Hale.” Ennis grins, displaying his fangs. Laura smiles back, flashing her flat, human teeth. That gets a snarl out of Ennis, and his eyes turn red like something is bleeding into them, thick and dull. “Bitch.”

“Get in the elevator,” she repeats, dropping the smile. Seeing him glance over his shoulder, she adds, “Kali won’t be joining us.”

Not that Laura ever actually thought that the Alpha Pack was here for a fair fight, but life usually doesn’t confirm suspicions quite so nicely as it does now, when Ennis releases his grip on the wheelchair and goes to take a step back. She snatches the front of his scrubs, claws gouging deep into the skin. One good yank on the meaty handful and Ennis slams into the back wall of the elevator before the blood even begins to soak through his clothes.

Laura pulls Isaac’s wheelchair in much more gently, then hits the ‘Close Door’ button.

“What if I am stronger than my enemy, Mama?” “What matters, my dear, is whether they are stronger than the weakest member of your pack.” “That doesn’t make me anything more than a killer.” “Power will make things complicated. You will have to decide for yourself where the line between predator and killer lies. There will be nights when you don’t sleep well because you aren’t sure.”

“I want you two to stand down.” Laura finds she can’t muster up the same righteous anger for the twin Alphas. She’s gotten good at picking out people who are in someone else’s collection. The twins remind her of Derek a little, probably a curiosity Deucalion picked up on a whim because it was sort of interesting. Easily the most expendable members of the Alpha Pack and not particularly good at killing yet.

“Stand down,” she repeats. “And I’ll let you go, as long as you leave town.”

They look at each other like they think she’s crazy, like they have the advantage. Every twitch of an eyebrow is part of a conversation Laura isn’t privy to, but she doesn’t need to be. It’s not hard to guess what these two are planning. Two Alphas against one in an empty maintenance hallway, free of cameras and pesky people who might call the cops? Of course they think they can win. They’re still puppies.

“Hey!” Laura delivers a savage kick to the body laying half out of the elevator and half in the hallway. Something cracks and Ennis’s body rolls forward a few inches, his shoulder now at the wrong angle. The twins startle back a step at the visceral reminder of their dead packmate a few feet away. “Go. Take your friend, if you want to bury him.”

“Wouldn’t waste the energy.” Silent decision made, one twin crouches down and the other one steps behind him, grabbing his shoulder. Laura watches the skin begin to fuse, as two bodies become one shapeless mass, bones cracking and shifting until the thing raises up over her. Extra limbs have turned into bulk and the abomination rolls its shoulders, joints popping as everything tries to settle into place.

Laura looks over her shoulder at where Isaac is tucked into the corner of the elevator, still unconscious, still in need of the sort of medical help a hospital can’t give him. She sighs and flicks her claws out. “Alright then. I’ll make it fast for you, at least.”

“Being an Alpha sounds… really hard.” “It is. But there will be good days too. When things are peaceful and your pack is happy, and you’ve saved the people you’re supposed to save. Then you’ll get to rest.”

Laura wakes up to the sound of the abomination’s neck snapping in her hands again. Fifth time this month. Her fingers twitch, still remembering the way the bones resisted and then just… popped. Once the wave of nausea passes, Laura rolls over and confirms that yes, another pillow has also fallen victim to her nightmares. Stuffing and shredded cloth litter the floor beside the bed. And the smell of worried Betas lingers in the hallway, so there will be no attempts at going back to sleep.

Isaac’s door shuts as soon as Laura opens hers, so he can pretend he wasn’t worried at all. Derek stays in the hallway, though, half cast in the shadows of weak sunlight that hasn’t made it this far into the preserve yet.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine.” Laura pulls him into a one-armed hug, and Derek lets her without grumbling because he’s worried and Laura is absolutely willing to take advantage of that and hold on an extra few seconds.

“Boyd and Erica are picking Isaac up today,” Derek says when he finally gets impatient and shrugs her off, back to business as usual. “He needs a ride home, though, because Boyd-”

“Has ROTC after school. I know.” Laura ruffles Derek’s hair. “I’m fine, Derek. Don’t worry.” She heads into the kitchen to start the coffee and shake off the bad night.

The kitchen smells like coffee already. And bacon. And a little bit like smoke, but not to an alarming degree. Laura sighs, picking up the empty coffee pot.

“What have I said about drinking all the coffee?”

“Refill it,” Aiden says, making absolutely no move to get up and do so.

“Sorry,” Ethan adds, because he’s the nicer of the two. Though he also doesn’t try to refill the coffee.

Laura grumbles and pulls out the wet filter, tossing it in the trash. “Did you at least save any bacon for anyone else?”

“I tried, but Aiden ate it.”

Aiden growls at Ethan, eyes flashing blue at him. Ethan does the same thing right back at him and even though Laura can feel a headache coming on already, it pushes the bad dream further away.

“Alright, enough, both of you.” Laura takes the coffee canister that Derek offers her before he moves to sit on the counter and wait for whatever was going to be for breakfast. So she’ll be on her own in figuring that out it seems. Two bickering Betas, two hungry Betas (because Isaac will emerge as soon as the kitchen smells enough like food) and she’s still a good ten minutes away from getting coffee.

For an Alpha, it feels like resting.

#LHAW17 #tw violence #unpopular opinion- I like the twins #they had a great setup for a redemption arc #except that Jeff doesn't understand what an Event Horizon is #and tried to redeem them after it was too late #long story short...#Laura could have done better #the Alpha Pack wouldn't have stood a chance against a Hale with proper training

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sharktofu · 7 years

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Trust Fall - NCIS LA fanfiction

AO3 link: Trust Fall by Sashaya.

Story dedicated to Z., who is the best and who started me on the whole ‘aftermath’ stories. Hope I didn’t fuck up!

A little backstory on this 'gem' - I started writing it immediately after I saw "Payback", because I didn't believe the show would really show the aftermath of all the shit that went on for Callen and the team.

It came out differently than I expected, because life got in the way - and by that, I mean that my personal feelings and experience with my job and my boss made their way into this story. It's one of the many reasons why I'm posting it just now.

I hope you’ll all enjoy it, despite the (massive) delay.

G. out!

Movies lie – there’s no storm, after storm, after storm. No never-ending cycle of pain and destruction, and sadness. After storm, there’s a moment of complete silence, a moment when you sit down and think ‘I survived, somehow’. The vicious cycle of unfair life is always broken by a sunbeam of hope. Then there’s time of chaos, an aftermath. It’s always the worst - the time to pick up the pieces and decide, what's next.

And this time, Callen cannot let others decide. He's past being passive in his own life.

G. takes his own car; tells Sam something about how even married couples need space, that Sam doesn't believe one bit. The "We'll talk later" hangs between them. Callen is okay with that.

Everyone at work is tired, downright exhausted. It's evident in hesitant nods of 'Hello', distrustful side-eyes. This... mission took a toll on them, more than anything before.

Even his team doesn't hide how much it cost them. Kensi is absent-mindedly disorganizing the chaos on her desk, taking a bite from a chocolate bar from time to time. Sam is watching her carefully, his eyebrows raising higher and higher every time Kensi notices she her desk looks almost tidy. Deeks is actively napping, head leaned on the chair in a position that most would call uncomfortable. Callen sees him open his eyes for a second, when he greets everyone.

"You're late," Sam says.

Callen shrugs, "I had some cleaning up to do".

He doesn't need to say he spent the whole night throwing away everything that reminded him of Joelle. He doesn't say how little he has, again.

Sam knows.

It doesn't take long for the aftermath to really hit him.

Hetty graces them with her presence, instead of making whichever low-level employee do her bidding for her. After everything, it raises a lot of red flags.

"Mr. Callen," she says his name with a warm familiarity that he doesn't trust anymore. "In the face of recent events, all employees are required to few sessions with our psychologist. We decided for you to go first"

"Our psychologist?" Sam repeats.

"Dr Getz, of course" Hetty clears up.

Callen hasn't expected anyone else, but he still tenses up. Everyone notices the change in his posture, but he ignores it and follows Hetty silently.

She leads him to Nate's temporary office and closes the door behind him. It’s difficult to admit, but he feels like a caged animal. It's not only his training that makes him locate all the possible exits. He's not tech-savvy, but even someone as old-school as him would notice the obvious camera in the corner. He doubts it's the only way to monitor this session.

"First, I just want to say how happy I am seeing you today, after everything," Nate smiles at him. It's a poor way of not-saying 'there were concerns about your loyalty to the agency'.

"Pleased to please you," Callen barely stops himself from sneering. Thought, he does smile with too much teeth and Nate reacts to that with a visible twitch.

“I know we already talked about your trust issues, but given recent developments I think it's safe to say, we need to revisit them again,” Nate continues.

It's a bit too much. It all sounds like a very bad joke and G.'s past being the collateral in all the 'well-thought' plans. He throws his head back and laughs. It's short and cold, a purposefully bad imitation of joy.

“No offence, Nate," Callen says, but he means full offence, full insult. “But you’re one of the reasons why I have trust issues.”

Nate flinches away, a minor tick that he deliberately doesn’t cover up. It makes Callen regret his words, but only a little. It’s not enough to take them back.

“I understand…," Nate tries to speak again, but Callen never lets him finish.

G. stands up and Nate recoils automatically, maybe in fear, most likely very aware of his actions. It looks like he's afraid that Callen could attack him and G. tries not to think how easily it would be to overpower Nate.

"It's time to change my therapist," Callen decides in a firm voice that leaves no place for arguments.

Nate is smart, he knows when to give up and so he doesn't try to change Callen's mind. G.'s not sure if it's another of his strategies or he simply wants to help. He doesn't care and simply leaves.

He's getting some resemblance of control back.

He's not at all surprised to see Hetty by the door. Though, he is shocked how easily she let go of the appearance of a happy family.

“Mr. Callen, explain your behavior, please!”

"Why, Hetty! You shouldn't monitor private sessions so blatantly!" He's shameless in how much he raises his voice. It doesn't stop Hetty; she's not easy, but Callen's feeling petty today.

“I’m requesting a day-off. I’m sure I have a lot of them saved up," he adds. “I’ll call when I'm coming back!”

He feels a bit lighter, leaving Hetty behind and for the first time not caring about that. His team throws him worried looks - even Deeks, who stopped napping and is now smiling cheekily. He nods to them, hoping to reassure them.

“Call you later!” Sam shouts, and it sounds both like a threat and a promise. He's already expecting a visit from his friend.

He chuckles to himself, when he hears Kensi's voice in the background announcing that she should take it easy after all and she's going home for now. Immediately after, he hears Sam and Deeks making excuses.

He doubts anyone will stop them.

Callen doesn’t feel like going home, doesn't feel like throwing away more stuff that reminds him of a lie. He wonders if that’s how his 'victims' fell or it helped that he just disappeared without a word.

He has half a mind to sell his house and find a new hole to exist in. Too many people know where he lives now. It's an uncomfortable thought, one that almost turns him in a wild animal, while his instincts cry for him to hide.

At the same time, he doesn't want to lose this place. It was home - before, when he was a kid and later, when he found it again. He's not sure he's ready to let go.

He decides to put it off for now. He should get a new therapist, so he'll have at least one thing to talk about. He should ask for recommendations - maybe Michelle or someone from the DC branch.

Right now, he’s just gonna drive. It's not like he has somewhere to be.

Callen turns the radio on, to have something more than just his thoughts to accompany him. He knows the song that’s on, so it's easy for him to get lost in it. He parks not far away from his favorite chicken wings spot, already thinking where he's going to spend his lunch.

The walk on the beach is soothing. Callen thinks about the past… year? It feels longer. He thinks about Sam getting more solo cases, the mole, Nate’s not-betrayal, Joelle.

When he thinks it all through, his trust issues are really ‘last season’.

His trust and privacy has been violated so many times, there’s always going to be a lingering thought in the back of his head ‘what if'. He will always feel the need to look over his shoulder.

Hetty played one too many games, but she's not paying the price, is she?

'It's not her fault,' Callen thinks, when he sits down on the bench. 'But that's... a disturbing amount of head-games.'

He itches for a cigarette, which is a sudden thought. He hasn't had a smoke since he was a teen.

His work, that he sacrificed his life for times and times again, feels tainted now. He never claimed it was pure, but it was… ‘safer’, for the lack of better word. Sure, it's a job for ‘the greater good’ but after some time, this excuse isn’t enough. Safety is. Safety within the job.

He can’t say it anymore, can he?

Though, it's not like he has a lot career options. What else can he do? CIA is both his past and not a possibility, for so many reasons; FBI doesn’t fit his line of work and his experience.

There’s always long-term cover missions - which he's done so many times before, sometimes it's a wonder he remembers, who he really is - or a job in another cell. Washington, maybe?

Callen’s musings are interrupted, when his cell starts ringing. His experience doesn't let him ignore it and he glances at the phone.

Ana.

Callen groans and ignores the call.

Until he understands what her part in all of this is – and he knows she has one, the question is if Ana is aware of it – he’s going to take a step back from their ‘relationship’.

It won’t be fair to her, if she’s innocent. Isn't fair to him.

"Man, I can see your brain going into override. Give yourself a break with the whole thinking thing" Sam sits next to him. Callen would jump, if Sam didn't give him courtesy of being uncharacteristically loud.

"You're supposed to be nice to me, remember? Or do we need marriage counseling, again?" Callen aims for humor, but the joke falls flat. "What a shitshow."

"I hear you," Sam leans back. He looks straight at the horizon, like he expects to find some answers there. "What now?"

"Ha! That's the question, isn't it?" Callen sighs and his shoulders drop, like they cannot uphold more of his problems. "I don’t know."

"Are you coming back?" It's a loaded question.

"I don't know. You?"

Sam doesn't answer for a few minutes. "There's not much beside this."

Callen doesn't call him a liar, but they both know the truth. Sam is too loyal to his country to just leave this job. He loves it as much as he loves his family. He won't quit.

"You could teach," Callen suggests. "Embarrass Aiden with his old man as his instructor."

Sam laughs. "Only you could find that embarrassing."

"What can I say - my only references are movies," he says. "I might quit, Sam."

His partner hums in response, but doesn't comment. He doesn't seem shook by Callen's confession.

"Okay."

"Just okay?"

"Yeah. Okay. If you want, I won't stop you. Your choice, man," Sam stands up and faces Callen. "For now, Michelle is making dinner. Kam is expecting her Uncle Callen."

G. thinks about the chicken wings, but dismisses the thought. Nothing beats Michelle's home-cooked meal. It's not even a contest.

"Six?"

"On the clock," Sam heads towards the sidewalk. "See you later, G.!"

Callen chuckles. He does feel a bit better now. Despite what happened, he still has his family. No matter what, they won't abandon him.

It's a reassuring thought.

It doesn't make everything better, doesn't fix his life, but it makes it bearable.

It's enough for now, when he leans back and enjoys the sun and the sound of crashing waves.

He survived the storm, he will survive the aftermath.

It won't break him.

It will free him.

#ncis la #ncis la fanfiction #aftermath of betrayal #some light swearing #chrisodonline #sorry for the delay

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