#run on sentences are the name of the game bby

[zkyfall]

For the 5 sentence prompt: Silco realizing he’s in love with reader while they’re having sex?

Send me a HC and I'll write 5 sentences about it 💖

Awww this one was adorable, thank you for the prompt, juniper! Kinda proud of this one, no lie. 😙

NSFW clearly, Silco x GN!Reader

“Ouch, fuck! Stop, stop!” you yelp as searing agony shoots through you. 

Silco freezes mid-thrust and pulls back until he’s not touching you at all, save for the barest touch of his hand on your shoulder, “what’s wrong?” 

“Fuck, fuck, I got a cramp,” you groan and curl your body around your throbbing calf. 

Tears of pain blur your vision but when the Eye of Zaun scoffs and commands you to straighten out your leg, your shoulders start to shake with barely restrained laughter at the absurdity of the situation.

Strong, impatient fingers brush your hands aside and dig into the aching muscle, massaging it, and you can barely hear him curse you under his breath, “You idiot . . . I thought I hurt you.”

#silco x gn!reader #silco x reader #arcane silco #run on sentences are the name of the game bby #ask box

[psychedelic-ink]

write poll tag game

tagged by @softlyspector thank you so much bby! I love this because it gives me an excuse to make another poll dfvdvd (also I named none of these yet but I hope that's okay dfvdv)

rules: make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner got.

npt: @fuckyeahdindjarin @prolix-yuy @littlemisspascal @hier--soir @radiowallet @djarinsbeskar @frannyzooey @wildemaven @pedrito-friskito @inklore @lavendertales @redahlia-writes @mvtthewmurdvck @toomanystoriessolittletime @whatsnewalycat @ezrasbirdie @wint3r-h3art @fluffyprettykitty+ anyone who wants to!

#tagged <3 #tag game #my polls

[radiowallet]

write poll tag game

tagged by @psychedelic-ink thank you so much bby! I love this because it gives me an excuse to make another poll dfvdvd (also I named none of these yet but I hope that's okay dfvdv)

rules: make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner got.

NP tags: @blueeyesatnight @wyn-n-tonic @magpie-to-the-morning @pebblesmustard @grogusmum @littlemisspascal @thosewickedlovelies @whataperfectwasteoftimeand anyone else who wants to play!

#poll game #wip game #tag game #poll

[ladyanidala]

WIP Game, yaaaaay!!

Rules: Make a new post with a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received.

Thank you, @sleepingbeauty21, for tagging me in this!!

And y'all are getting my secret titles, not my pretty ones, hahaha

How do I have so many WIPs???? :')

Tagging @clawedandcute, @screwtornadowarningsimsouthern, and anyone else that wants to join! :)

#star wars #fanfic #fanfic writer #ao3 #crack fic #anidala #the bad batch #thornidala #crosshair tbb #tbb crosshair #ahsoka tano #soulmate au #obi wan kenobi #obi wan x satine #obitine #satine kryze #korkie kryze

[that-was-anticlimactic]

wip game!

tagged by the lovely incredible amazing @backhurtyy <333

Here’s how it works: in a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIP’s; not titles, file names. 

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write three sentences in that file. If the file name is one you can’t share (for example, an event fic), write three sentences on it anyway, and then write three more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join, or just post. 

wips (tried to do a mix of fandoms! one a.tla, a couple s.k8, a coiple b.sd, a couple m.lb, couple n.injago, a couple j.jk... oh, one m.p100... i think that's all lol):

before the falling and decay

chuuya pretends to kidnap kenji to piss dazai off

chuuya's throwing shoes & they're cursing

fear will be our enemy & death its consequence

heal my heart and mend what's broken

how to (legally) obtain a tractor in one week

just the sound of your heart in your head

left with nothing but time

miracuclass Trauma™️

see a world so beautiful and strange (spinning off somewhere)

something's in the air / i feel the heat

sun comes streaming through the window (& i can't sleep anymore)

take me where my soul can run

when it finally rains it's gonna pour

here are some sentences from my current bby sun comes streaming...

In the center of this world of abilities and powers wasn’t gods, but humans. And Kenji, although always smiling, always cheerful, and (almost) always powerful, was just that: a human. A human who felt fear and anger and self-hatred just as much as the rest of them.

Yosano once lived in a world where she bowed down to her ability, where she was treated as a god—giving life and taking it away. Ranpo was the first person to truly see her humanity, to show her that her gift wasn’t something to fear, but was a part of her. That it wasn’t inherently bad, that she was capable of beautiful things.

imma tag @cowgirlwizard & @zenithpng & @shorthairzuko (jeg siger undskyld if you've already been tagged! i feel like this could be done with art, too? i've seen it done with art ay least haha anyways feel free to ignore if ya want <3)

#hiiiiiii #thank you nellie this is actually GREAT motivation to force me to finish some of these lol #scsttw(&icsa) is now at 16.1k words and still not done lol #i thiiiiiiiiiiiiink it's almost done??? iuygtfdgtyuiopiuygtf #anyways i need to write more a.tla - i didn't have time to do anything for z.ukka week because of my praxis tests:/ #very sad:( #i miss z.ukka </3 #and r.enga... i need more r.enga fics... #i really want to write a ts r.eki r.enga fic for ts month but ideas none gahhhhhhh #corey writes:)

[daddydindjarin]

WIP poll tag game

Thank you @lowlights for tagging me bby!

No Pressure Tags: @djarinsbeskar @the-ginger-hedge-witch@write-and-buried@radiowallet@pagannightwitch and anyone who wants to play!

#tag games #wip game

[bcitisthelight]

hello i am dying to hear your thoughts abt star wars ships like . "the emphasis on dogfighting in the clone wars led to years of messed up engineering" HOW can i not be Absolutely Fascinated, Enthralled Even, by that sentence . skittering up the walls and foaming at the mouth in Wanting-To-Know-More

My most sweet and beloved fair-lead, you are a stranger to me and yet now, you are also a bosom friend, and you will always be welcome at my hearth, because I just - I need you to know that when you originally sent me this ask, I sent a screenshot of it to the discord server I’m in and everybody’s reaction was basically “oh sweet Jesus” because they know, they KNOW how insane I can be about this topic, they know that sending an ask like this is like - you know when you shine a flashlight and all the roaches skitter out, that’s what sending me an ask like this does to my crazy. Now that post with that sentence also talked about you know, visual storytelling and whatnot, but I’m focusing on the dogfight question, because, this is the most delicious thing, you really can pick up so much about - the way the entire galaxy melted down during the Clone Wars, how the clone wars left a lasting impact on the technology of the galaxy, but really specifically, how the huge emphasis on dogfighting in the Clone Wars led to some massively fucked engineering decisions by manufacturers for at LEAST the next 50 years in universe. And oh, is the engineering fucked. I don’t even know where to begin, like - NO WAIT I KNOW, THE A WING, I WANT TO TALK ABOUT THE A WING. 

Okay, before I begin, when I say A wing, I mean the classic RZ series, rather than the R22 Spearhead, which was basically a short lived prototype. Now, technically in the Ahsoka novel there’s mention of an RZ A-wing, which pulled their production history up by quite a bit, but honestly, I’m choosing to ignore that, because half of that novel has been retconned anyway and it doesn’t actually make sense that there would be classic RZ series A wings that soon after the clone wars given what else canon has to say about their development, so for purposes of this post, the Ahsoka novel doesn’t exist, and we can peg the true production start of the RZ series A wings sometime ten years or so into the Imperial Era, somewhere between 11-9BBY, giving them enough time to get to the mass-production level of popularity they seem to have achieved by the time of Rebels in about 5 BBY. (I promise this isn’t me being pedantic, there’s a reason why this timeline is important.) So like I said, by the time of Rebels in about 5ish BBY, the RZ-series A-wings have become a REGULAR feature in the Rebellion’s fleet, they have gained a massively popularity as a combat starfighter. A popularity, dearest fair-lead, which baffles me to my core, which bewilders me to my bones, which - it just bamboozles me to my utter fucking marrow, because the thing about the A-wing is that, on an objective level, the A-wing is utter shit. I mean it is WACK. The reason the Rebellion uses it is because it’s fast. It’s faster than fast. The RZ-1 model A-wing is the only starfighter (including the T-65 X Wing) in the Rebellion’s arsenal which can outrun and outmaneuver a TIE fighter in space. This monstrosity can hit 1300kph (to give you a reference, the average race car? Those run at about 360). But the thing is, at speeds of this level, the name of the game when you’re crafting your engineering design is trade-offs - and the sacrifices made so it could get that speed makes it one of the most dangerous things a pilot could touch.  Firstly, it’s obscenely difficult to fly. RZ-1s use two J-77 “Event Horizon” engines, which are some of the most powerful in the business, but also the most volatile. Even with thrust control, the power produced means that maneuvering these highly sensitive, highly-powerful engines is 1/3 skill, 1/3 quick thinking, and 1/3 desperately praying that the Force decides to be with you that certain day. At those speeds, your moves have to be absolutely fucking precise - a single wrong touch, a single less than perfect turn, and your family is collecting your life insurance policy. Secondly, it’s obscenely cramped. Wookiepedia refers to it as “a cockpit with two engines” but I think even that is generous - it’s more like a computer chair hogtied to two rockets. Because, to get that speed, it has to be small, and it has to be slim. That means limited life support, limited tech, limited components. And do you know what else you sacrifice to get that size? Astromech assistance - these things barely had room for a hyperdrive, much less a droid. So all those highly precise, highly technical moves you have to make to ensure that your spine isn’t separated from your body? You have to do it all by fucking hand. But what really makes the A-wings so dangerous is that they are obscenely poorly manufactured. The RZ-1s swapped out the more standard, safer hull armor and component materials for their lightweight alternatives, so they could increase their speed. But the thing is, as I said earlier, those event horizon engines are massively powerful and massively volatile, and the vectors of g-force that flying them creates puts ridiculous amounts of compressive/tensile stress on the fighter - which, because it is crafted with lightweight materials, it simply can’t handle. Which means - breakdowns, breakdowns, breakdowns. These fucking things might as well include a mechanic with every purchase, they break down so much. For every ten minutes of flight, you’re stuck with two days of repairs at best. The materials break, wires snap, components wear down. And you know, component malfunctions and minor power losses, those are bad enough - you can’t fight in combat if your weapons jam thirty seconds after take off. But thruster decalibrations, vector control errors, loss of stability - those can be death sentences in any fighter, but particularly when you’re flying at 1300 kph - like I said, they’re finicky bitches, those A-wings, and one wrong move is your life. 

“Mikhayla,” you say to me in horror, “why would any sane person use these things in the first place? Why is speed so important, that it’s worth this?” And this is where the prevalence of dogfighting during the Clone Wars comes in. 

Here’s where the production history is useful. The A-wing is manufactured by a subsidiary company of Kuat Drive Yards (KDY) called Kuat Systems Engineering. At this point in the presentation, I’ll take a pause so the audience can jeer and hiss at the amalgamation of sublime jackassery which is Kuat Systems Engineering. Trust me, go on, they deserve it. Done? Good.  Before the Clone Wars, Kuat Systems Engineering - its bread and butter is the Delta 7 Aethersprite. And the important thing to know about the Delta 7s is, they were designed specifically with the Jedi in mind - a ton of internal systems were stripped out, and the controls were jacked up to be as sensitive/responsive as possible, because you know, those are the things you don’t/do need when the people piloting these fighters are Force sensitive. They’re developed for a specific purpose, decades before the clone wars even happen. The Delta 7s aren’t responsible for what come after them. “We did nothing wrong” cry out the Delta 7s to the world. “I know this, and I love you” I reassure them. And listen, the Delta line has its own issues - their speed capability is in the 1200s, so similar trade offs exist, but to be honest, I pretend I do not see it, because - UGH, because they’re pretty, okay, they’re so pretty, is the thing, such a lovely design. Give me a break - I’m on paragraph eight of a star wars meta post at one in the morning. A girl has to take pleasure in the little things.  Where was I? Oh, the Delta 7s. So, like I said, the Delta 7s are built nearly exclusively for the Jedi, who can handle a lot more sensitivity and speed than pretty much any other pilot, because you know, they have space magic in their heads. And that’s going to come in dead useful once the wars start, because you have to remember - the Separatist army? They’re droids. You don’t have to worry about the biological effects of g-force maneuvers on droids. Who CARES about defensive measures. Life support systems? Unnecessary. Safety measures - only necessary in as much as you want to save money. So the fighters the Separatists are using are fast, and absolutely lethal. Once they get to you, there’s nothing you can do. So the name of air combat during the Clone Wars becomes, stop them before they can fucking get to you. Which means the name of the game in air combat becomes dogfighting.  And thus begins the arms race of the century. Because, the faster the Separatist tech becomes, the faster the Jedi need to be to circumvent it. They’re ridiculously outnumbered, too, so they can’t depend entirely on firepower - they need to be fast, the best of the best. So you get an upgraded Delta 7, which is the Delta 7b, and there’s not too many changes.  Then, partway through the war, the Separatist fighters become entirely automatic droids in of themselves. They can make calculations in seconds, they require nothing other than a computer and guns. So the Jedi go back to KSE. And KSE comes back with the ETA-2 light interceptor. This thing. This thing is what the A-wing wants to be when it grows up, when it comes to speed. Clocking in at speed capabilities of 1500 kph, this was even more dangerous than the A wing. No shields. Impossibly light armament. There’s a reason you only see the best Jedi fly these things - most notably, Anakin Skywalker. They’re so wild that by all rights they shouldn’t even exist. And this is what becomes THE ideal in a starfighter, because you want dogfights, this thing will give you dogfights like you have never seen before. This thing will make dogfights seem like leisurely strolls.

Overnight, the ETA-2 becomes the wet dream of every engineer and pilot this side of Wild Space. And every single fighter line produced after the ETA-2 for the next fifty years takes some measure of design inspiration from this model. The TIE fighter? Developed by Kuat engineers who switched to Sienar Fleet Systems once that manufacturer won the main Imperial contract. The A-wing? Modeled after the R-22 prototype which itself was modeled after the ETA-2. Even fighter lines which don’t take direct inspiration from the ETA-2 still take lessons learned from the “how 2 speed” playbook.  Except remember - the ETA-2 was developed exclusively for Jedi, who had literal wizard magic in their brains. The average person can’t handle the absolutely non-existent safety measures, the breakdowns, the power of these types of fighters. But the Jedi are gone - the average people are the only ones who survive. So you get massively increased casualties, huge supply costs, but dogfights are still the name of the game, and dogfights mean desperation, so nobody cares, and everything becomes about being faster, faster, faster. The TIE turns into the TIE interceptor. The RZ-1 turns into the RZ-2, which gets rid of shields and what little life support remained. War becomes not an analysis in the amount of life lost, but how fast you can make your enemy lose it. And that vast dehumanization does really dirty fucking things to pilots, and it does really dirty fucking things to engineering, and by the time of the sequels, you have pilots who think suicide fighting is the norm, you have Poe Dameron playing chicken with Star Destroyers, because what does it matter, that it puts squadrons at risk, if it wins them the day, what does it matter if they die, that’s what it means to fly anyways. 

It’s a really brutal example of how war progresses tech, but it’s also a brutal example of how that progression isn’t always a good thing, how that progression isn’t a progression, but an arms race. But hey, man. The more fighters destroyed, the more needed. The average A-wing sells for 175,000 credits a pop, and the Rebellion is willing to pay. And Kuat Drive Yards? 

They make a killing. 

#star wars #long post #star wars meta #I am so sorry from the bottom of my heart for how long this is #I have no excuse #A wings #I really show my full ass in this #I really show off my crazy #AND THIS IS JUST ONE THING I COULD TALK ABOUT WITH THIS #but I have to stop its late and I am so tired #everybody better reblog this and tell me how smart I am

[whoreshijima]

Congrats on 250!!! Idk if you’re still doing this (if you aren’t just ignore lol) but could I request trying to congratulate boyfriend!Tsukki after a game but there’s some girl hitting on him so to show you he loves only you, he fucks you in the bathroom? Nfsw obviously hehe <3

Of course!!! I’ll try my best, I can’t and never have lewded for Tsukki buuuuuut, Imma make this as sexy as possible ;)

CW// smut, Unprotected sex, public sex, slight angst at the beginning (barely any) , jealousy

The final spike landed on the court in front of you with a smack. The sound rings through your ears and the roar of the crowd surrounds you. The grin on your face and your own cheers towards your blocker boyfriend join the crowd. Making your way down to the auditorium where you usually meet your other half, you wait, wrapped up in his team jacket. Looking around he’s nowhere to be seen, normally you can see the mess of blonde hair peaking over the rest of the crowd, but theres nothing. Deciding to try and find him you wander around, thinking maybe he got caught up in the locker rooms or speaking to press, turning the corner to the stairs you get frozen in your tracks. There he is, smiling and laughing with another woman, someone that wasn’t you. 

“You played really well today, Kei, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you.” She giggled, running a hand across your boyfriends arm and batting her eyelashes up at him “I try my hardest.” He states, leaning away slightly, looking up and seeing you standing at the bottom of the staircase. 

“Y/N... hey” He smiles softly, excusing himself from the woman. She looks annoyed you took him away from her, looking down and avoiding eye contact with the pair, you shrug off his jacket and hand it back to him “Well done” you whisper. Tsukki couldn’t tell if that comment was because he won or in a sarcastic way to let him know he fucked up. “Baby it wasn’t anything, I promise, I would never do that to you. You know that. She’s just a fan..” He trails off when a tear slides down your cheek. “Angel, I.. cmon” He wraps a long arm around your shoulders comfortably. Kei never uses pet names out in public, generally saving them for the bedroom or the comfort of his own home. “C’mon, put my jacket back on, I wasn’t doing anything” it comes out like a whine when you start to walk away from him, refusing the jacket and turning on your heels back to the car. Before you can even make it to the exit, theres an broad hand around your arm and you’re being dragged into the mens bathroom.

“Kei” you groan, rubbing your face “lets just go home and we can tal-” Your sentence is cut off by your boyfriend taking your face in the palm of his hands, pressing his lips desperately to yours. “Y/N, there is no one else but you” he mutters, moving his lips to your neck and jaw “let me prove it to you ‘kay?” You can feel his sly smile against your skin, leaning your head back to give him more room, the small whimper and the hand fisting in his hair is the encouragement he needs to drop his bag and push you against the wall. “You look so good in my jacket, so sexy, and you’re all mine” he groans, hands reaching around you to grope at your ass, pulling you short sundress up so he has better access.  A small spank being applied to your ass, making you squeal gently and Tsukki to chuckle. “This is what you do to me baby” he mutters as he grabs your hand, placing it against his crotch, hard cock pressing against his volleyball shorts. “I’ve been thinking about you in my jacket all day, fucking you in it, filling you up” He smirks as you stroke it gently from the outside of his shorts, a deep shaky breath leaving his lips. “Can I do that?” Tsukki questions, tilting his head to look at you. 

“Yes Kei” you whisper, letting his fingers dip under your panties, gasping at how cold his fingers are against your wet folds, he slides your panties off and stuffs them in his pocket, winking at you. His fingers find their way back to your pussy rubbing your clit softly before pushing two fingers in “Fuck, Angel, so wet for me” he basically growls as his thumb rubs on your clit thrusting his fingers in and out fo your gushing hole, his teeth nipping at your neck and jaw “I love you” he whispers in your ear before biting your earlobe. “I l-love you too-ah fuck!” You gasp out, gushing over his fingers, head throwing back as your orgasm takes over your senses, skin burning and shaking as you try to catch your breath. Your boyfriend really knew your body, inside and out, making you cum with ease everytime. Pulling his fingers out, he grins, pressing his fingers to your mouth, gulping as you suck them clean, moaning around his digits.

“Jump” he orders, making you wrap your arms around his neck, catching you with ease as you jump, his strong hands holding your thighs and ass to keep you up. He shimmies his shorts down and groans when he feels your slick pussy press against his throbbing cock. Lining himself up, he pushes in slowly, letting his head fall forward onto your chest. He wastes no time in thrusting up into you, groaning against your chest “You’re the only one for me, the only pussy I ever wanna fill up.” His long cock pressing so beautifully in all the right spots, deep inside you “ You’re- fuck- the only one I love” His grunts and groans are getting harder and hotter in your ear, being encouraged more by you fingernails digging into his back, marking him up “Touch yourself, show me how you cum all over my cock. My cock” You waste no time in reaching between your bodies, rubbing your fingers over your swollen, throbbing clit “G-gonna cum Kei” you whimper out, eyes rolling into the back of your head, legs tightening around your boyfriends waist. Orgasm rolls through your body causing you to gasp out, puffy wet walls clenching around his length. Tsukki’s hips stutter up into yours, biting down on your shoulder as he cums, groaning deeply. “fuck...” he lets out a deep breath, pulling out gently and lowering you down onto shaky legs. 

You let out a small giggle at the sight of your boyfriend, who’s pulling his shorts back up.His glasses are slightly wonky and sat crooked on his nose, hair like a birds nest atop his head. Your hands, comparatively small to his, reach out to fix his glasses and hair, standing on your toes to place a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Put my jacket on?” He asks, almost shy from asking it, yet the smile on his face when you shrug it over your shoulders is worth taking a photo of. He reaches out to fix your hair and spank your ass lightly “Mine” he mutters, throwing an arm around your shoulder as you walk out together, sauntering past the other woman who failed to seduce your boyfriend, smiling and waving at her, you leave her behind, no doubt going to have more fun in your shared apartment. 

WOW I actually liked this a lot more than I thought I would 😳 but I unfortunately still don’t think I can be a tsukki stan I’m sorry 😔🤚🏻 HOPE YOU ENJOYED THOUGH BBY IT WAS SO FUN TO WRITE

#haikyuu #hq #tsukki #tsukishima kei #kei #Tsukki smut #tsukishima x reader #tsukki x reader #tsukishima imagine #Haikyuu smut #hq smut #hq tsukki #smut #yummy

[bokutosbiceps]

I'm not sure if you have a fandom limit but how about Imayoshi, Wei Liu, Bokuto, Kuroo and Oikawa being jealous? What kind of things make them jealous and how do they react? (If I can only request from 1 fandom at a time then you can just do it for the Hq boys)

i absolutely can write this !! i love jealousy hcs for any fandom so lets doooo this :3 i did some s/o related + some general

bokuto koutarou

just about anything having to do with you hanging around others guys will make him pout

he’ll want to stay attached to you throughout the entire day just to make sure guys don’t talk to you, smile at you, look at you, breathe your same air, etc etc

he’ll get super pouty + start being a baby about it

like he knows that you love him + would never even think about cheating on him but sometimes his knee jerk reactions get the best of him poor bby

when he gets like this you should just be really gentle with him + remind him of how much you love him + that will make him perk right back up

also a little bit of praise wouldn’t hurt either ;)

not pertaining to an s/o, but he gets a lil jealous when he’s in the gym + he sees someone lifting heavier than him or running faster than him

he will go out of his way to show off to anyone who’s watching by immediately loading more weight onto the bar or cranking the speed all the way up to infinity

he ends up overdoing it and feeling like shit afterwards but he’s secretly pleased because he beat that person lolol

imayoshi shouichi

not many things make imayoshi jealous tbh

honestly, i think the only thing,,,or PERSON,,,that could make him jealous is hanamiya

they are honestly like brothers because they hate each other but also look up to each other at the same time

hanamiya + imayoshi always try to outdo each other + they hate when the other succeeds

imayoshi’s whole life purpose is to just annoy hanamiya to tears

that is all

kuroo tetsurou

kuroo HATES when other people are smarter than him or can come to a solution faster than he can

he will relentlessly shoot little snarky one-liners at that person until they give up + leave, making him the winner of the conversation

he basically is the debate king (master debater lolol) but cannot stand when people can keep up a volley of snarky comments

he also gets suuuuuper jealous when he gets compared to someone else

he’ll be like ??? yo wtf why are me + that person even in the same sentence ?? i am obviously way better than them

in a relationship though, he’ll kinda get jealous of your friends if you spend more time with them than you do with him

he’ll start to kinda insert himself into your friend group until he’s best friends with your best friends, then he can kinda control when you hang out with them

but overall, it doesn’t really bother him--it only bothers him if you like NEVER hang out w him or ditch him to hang out w your friends

liu wei

uGH GOD MY WHOLE ENTIRE BABY

HE JUST KINDA GETS INSECURE WHEN HE SEES YOU TALKING TO OTHER GUYS SO YOU’LL JUST HAVE TO PAY ATTENTION TO HIM

HE’S NOT AN ATTENTION WHORE BUT HE KINDA LOVES BEING BABIED SO PLS BABY THIS BBY

he especially gets jealous tho, when someone can make you laugh more than he does--he loves seeing people smile so he’s always got a pun or deadpan joke up his sleeve--pls laugh @ his jokes thx

oikawa tooru

honestly, just about everything makes this little shit jealous

he hates when people are better than him at anything

he hates when you spend more time with others than with him

he gets jealous if you smile at someone else more than you do at him

he gets jealous if you look at someone differently than you look at him

you name it, he’s jealous--but it’s mainly just for attention

you can kinda make it a game to make him jealous just so you can see his cute little pout, but you always bring it back in with a hug + a kiss + a sincere “i love you” + he’s completely fine again

but the times that he ACTUALLY gets jealous, he will cross his arms over his chest, puff out his cheeks, and give you the silent treatment until he’s had enough, you get upset, or you pamper him until he’s satisfied

he’s insufferable but definitely keep him lolol

#knb #kuroko no basuke #haikyuu #bokuto #kuroo #imayoshi #oikawa #liu wei #bokuto koutarou #kuroo testurou #imayoshi shouichi #oikawa tooru #wei liu

[taeguboi]

Don’t Mind Me ~ Jikook smut

Requested: “Hey bby can u do a jikook imagine where jimin is needy while jungkook is playing overwatch UwU” 

Summary: There’s only so long Jimin can watch his boyfriend just sitting there being all hot and angry with his perfect hands on that game controller

Themes / Warnings: Smut / 18+ / blowjob

2.5k words

masterlist // please support me on ko-fi

apology A/N and tags at the end 

Jimin loves spending a Sunday afternoon like this. Watching his boyfriend completely immersed in what's on the screen in front of them. Jungkook is fixated on every little pixel, a competitive determination running through his veins, thumbs expertly gliding around the controls effortlessly.

It’s the hottest thing to Jimin, the concentration, the deep stare at the tv, his eyebrows furrowed, the occasional muttering under his breath of ‘fuck’ or ‘goddammit’ or something similar. Even the less profane words have Jimin writhing in his spot on the couch, unable to suppress the carnal thoughts that his imagination happens to create.

Jungkook’s hands are one of Jimin’s favourite things. It’s because Jimin knows what Jungkook can do, and has done, with him. It’s not just the sexual aspect of their relationship that makes those hands so great to Jimin; he loves how his own hands are smaller in Jungkook’s, a sense of security given to him whenever they hold hands. Oh, and the warmth Jimin feels when Jungkook cups his face when they embrace in a kiss, that’s a priceless feeling.

Then, of course, there’s also the way Jungkook squeezes Jimin’s butt or how Jungkook’s hands wrap around Jimin’s needy dick. Jimin’s jeans are feeling ever more restricting and he’s trying his best not to shuffle about too much so as not to distract Jungkook from his game. It’s almost painful.

It’s mesmerising, each and every hand movement. The pressing of buttons, the rotation of joysticks, the occasional moment in which one of Jungkook’s hands leave the controller to sweep his fringe back and out of the way of his line of sight which is not one bit on Jimin despite Jimin being almost entirely fixated on Jungkook.

Sometimes Jungkook will shuffle about in his spot, and Jimin almost loses his shit when Jungkook briefly grabs at his own crotch, tugging at the material of his tracksuit bottoms because they’ve ridden up a little too much from the slouching position he’s sat in. Jimin just so badly wants to touch him, even if it’s whilst he’s still playing his game.

Actually, Jimin wonders if Jungkook would even notice if he was being touched because he’s so engrossed in the drama unfolding in the plot of the in game story. Probably, Jimin figures, he could place a hand on his boyfriend’s thigh and Jungkook wouldn’t notice so long as the movement isn't abrupt.

Just watching Jungkook’s every movement is much more entertaining to Jimin than the game itself, possibly on the account that Jimin isn’t playing the game but very definitely because Jimin is now feeling horny as hell. He doesn’t even care that his lust is less important to Jungkook than the game. The desire to just casually slip between Jungkook’s legs and suck him off is creeping up on Jimin, the thrill of the idea sending shivers down his spine.

See, whilst Jimin loves those times in which he is the only point of Jungkook’s focus, he equally loves being merely a distraction when Jungkook is trying to do something else. Jimin loves that he knows he is just that, a distraction, and that it means he is affecting Jungkook in a certain way. So if Jimin were to snake his hand towards Jungkook’s trousers, stroking a thigh tenderly, working his way up until he can feel what’s in Jungkook’s pants, hopefully already semi-hard from Jimin’s touch… wouldn’t it be ever so satisfying?

Jimin’s hands tremble with anticipation as he reaches out, slowly but surely until he’s gently rubbing Jungkook’s thigh which faintly jiggles up and down with his knee whenever he seems to get frustrated. However, Jimin notices how the movement ceases the longer he touches Jungkook, as though his touch offers some reassurance to Jungkook, perhaps a reminder of reality.

Trailing further up Jungkook’s thigh, Jimin so hopes that Jungkook will just let him fit between his legs, even if it’s without a word exchanged. It really brings out Jimin's submissive side as he thinks about how all he’d be to Jungkook right now, that is if he can get his way with his boyfriend, is merely some minor inconvenience to Jungkook’s concentration, and it doesn’t matter to Jimin as he takes in all the features of Jungkook that he finds ever so sexy, even in his clothes.

For Jimin there are many parts of a man that may not be obviously sexual that can make him go nuts about someone and with Jungkook, the list is a long one. To name just a few, there’s already the hands, deftly navigating the controller without him even needing to glance down, reminding Jimin of his expert touch, but then there’s also the way his black crew neck t-shirt perfectly accentuates that gorgeous neck and defined shoulders.

Jungkook’s shoulders are fairly broad and firm, offering a sense of security particularly as he is leaning forward, elbows digging into his knees. The very shoulders that Jimin loves to cling onto when he’s making out with his boyfriend, or the shoulders that Jimin can rest upon be it at bed time after a long day or to cry on… or the shoulders Jimin loves to press down on when he’s riding Jungkook. A part of him could just storm over to that plug socket right now, the one behind the tv cabinet, just to watch the reaction on Jungkook’s face when the screen goes blank. Jungkook is fucking hot when he’s mad; it’s why every argument they’ve ever had always results in a good make up fuck.

The back of Jungkook’s neck, a favourite view of Jimin’s when he gets to pound him into the bed from behind, a silver chain an adornment to his ebony hair at the nape which seemingly points toward the direction of his back, inviting Jimin to take in the entire appearance of Jungkook’s beautiful naked body when he comes undone. The front of Jungkook’s neck, Jimin just wants to kiss, nuzzle, bite, mark him up, take in the intoxicating scent of the shower gel he’s been using or the aftershave he masks it with, and watch his Adam's apple bob up and down as he gulps when Jimin steadily rubs a hand against his cock.

These thoughts that are so vivid in Jimin’s imagination, or rather, his memory, only encourage him to glide his hand right up there, brushing against his boyfriend’s dick. A frustrated grunt escapes Jungkook’s breath, his hips bucking briefly as if to accommodate what Jimin wants to do for him. Jimin continues, stroking gently yet constantly with no sign of protest from Jungkook who is still engrossed in some tournament or quest or whatever it is.

To Jimin’s delight, Jungkook isn’t entirely soft in his pants. Perhaps he was expecting for something like this to happen since Jimin isn’t always the master of concealing his feelings, but then again, it could also be from that little adrenaline rush one can sometimes get when they’re immersed in an action packed scene, affecting Jungkook in an unexplained way. 

The only words exchanged within the entirety of Jungkook’s gaming session, all it takes is for Jimin to utter merely the first few words of a sentence, “Can I…?” for Jungkook to lean back, controller in his lap and his legs apart so that Jimin can get on his knees between them. Jimin scrambles from his spot, eager to hear Jungkook’s grunts of annoyance with, this time, an added hint of arousal that Jimin knows will sound ever so delectable to his heated ears.

With barely any effort from Jungkook to help Jimin as he fits in snug between his boyfriend’s thighs, Jimin contently tugs desperately at the waistband of Jungkook’s trousers, happy to put a little more effort into pulling them down as Jungkook hardly juts his hips upwards to assist, raising the controller in his hands at the bare minimum before resting it back on his lap. 

Jimin can’t tell whether or not he wants to free himself of his jeans and boxers to leave his desperate aching dick hanging out helplessly as he works his hands and mouth on Jungkook. One thing that is certain though, as Jimin is teasing his hand over Jungkook’s increasingly hardening length, trying to get him to budge that controller out the way, is that he definitely wants to release Jungkook from his lower clothing, wanting nothing more than to wrap his plump lips around that pretty cock.

As he fiddles a little more with Jungkook’s clothing, Jimin successfully hooks his fingers around both Jungkook’s tracksuit bottoms and his boxers, whipping them down the moment Jungkook gets the chance to raise his arms to hover above Jimin’s head.

Jungkook has his game, and Jimin has his, happy that he gets to play with his boyfriend’s dick, watching it grow when he wraps his fingers around Jungkook’s girth. Slowly pumping Jungkook sensually, Jimin begins to use his mouth by offering small kitten licks at the pink tip, savouring the way the heat of it feels against his tongue.

“Shit,” murmurs Jungkook in a huff. Jimin can feel the vibration of the controller resonate ever so vaguely so he figures his boyfriend probably made some mistake in the game. There’s just something about the lack of acknowledgement from Jungkook that has Jimin filling with excitement, the pace of his hand speeding up slightly.

Jungkook maintains the same level of concentration even as Jimin begins to sink down onto him. The way his mouth has been practically watering over the sight of his boyfriend’s dick provides more than sufficient lubrication to glide up and down with ease, possibly it’s easier than usual to progress into taking in Jungkook’s entire length. 

The way Jimin’s dick aches restlessly against his clothes is oddly delightful, his own movements providing a small amount of relief against the friction. Although he feels somewhat neglected, there’s just something about this that has him hungry for more as he snakes a hand under Jungkook’s shirt to feel his toned stomach tense up; more of Jungkook’s ignorant cock in his mouth with only shallow moans or grunts to suggest that Jungkook is aware of what is going on down here.

Just as Jimin can sense the tip of Jungkook’s dick about to reach the back of his throat, Jungkook’s arms cease to waver in mid air and instead he rests the controller on the back of Jimin’s head with a little bit of pressure which coaxes Jimin into going further. Jimin happily obliges, small whimpers escaping him as he attempts to control his breathing pattern that beautifully contrast with an incoherent growl from Jungkook, the only word that can be picked out is “fucking…” It only makes Jimin’s head bob up and down faster, letting Jungkook’s cock fuck his mouth even harder.

The crotch of Jimin’s jeans sit tight against where he needs Jungkook most and yet he has no intention of asking Jungkook to do anything about it, allowing for his boyfriend to keep playing and continue with whatever mission he’s working through. Occasionally, Jungkook twitches in Jimin’s mouth as the former is shooting things in the game as though to combine the adrenaline of both activities into one exciting sensation though his dark gaze indicates no signs of the pleasure he’s receiving from Jimin, still focused on game play.

Jimin relishes every sensation he receives from the slight sting in his eyes to the thin layer of saliva that trickles down his chin. Another vibration resounds from the controller, this time buzzing against the back of Jimin’s head, making him feel hazy with the exquisite torture that both Jungkook’s cock hitting his throat and the aching in his own pants brings. It makes him moan gently around Jungkook to which another vibration hums through Jungkook’s tense hands, “fucking shit,” he growls, probably relieved right now that he isn’t wearing a headset because right now, he’d get roasted by his online friends for failing such simple actions in defeating the enemy.

Upon the next vibration, Jungkook angrily pulls the controller towards himself as he makes a frustrated gesture, forcing Jimin to go further down than he thought he was capable of, almost gagging at the abrupt movement, “oh my fucking god!” growls Jungkook, the ambiguity of where that comment was aimed has Jimin dizzy with delight, for some reason basking in the lack of attention on himself. There’s an unfamiliar thrill about it, possibly comparable to fucking in a public place where you know it’s naughty but you have to be quiet, act normal, keep a poker face, whichever for whatever the context might be.

“I’m fucking done for now,” grunts Jungkook, this time exhaling in a way that shows his breath is staggering. That’s how Jimin knows it’s coming. Another vibration from the controller, another frustrated grunt from Jungkook, this time much louder though, accompanied by a more intense twitching of his dick in Jimin’s mouth, hot juices deliciously coating Jimin’s needy little throat. 

Jimin forgets about his own hardness for a couple of moments as he tastes Jungkook coming undone in his mouth, almost aggressive in the way he cums for Jimin, shooting into him, groaning “shit,” as two more vibrations travel through Jimin’s entire being and he wishes those waves were running through a different part of his body, still trapped in those tight jeans.

“You’re a little bitch,” pants Jungkook as Jimin removes himself from his boyfriend and this time, it is most certain to where the comment is directed. Jimin releases a smirk as Jungkook finally looks down at him, watching the former wipe the saliva off his chin with the back of his hand. Jungkook has been sucked clean, not one bit of his cum in sight as he glances at his lap.

Jimin feels smug, though it was never his intention to cause Jungkook to lose his game. It’s a bonus, he guesses, kind of wanting to hear that winning the game wasn’t so important after all, “I get the feeling you don’t really care,” he hums, bringing himself to his feet as he registers the fuzzy feeling threatening at his foot.

“About the game, you mean?” questions Jungkook, for a moment regretting his ignorance as the concern arises that he neglected his boyfriend just that bit too much, “Nah, I suppose it’s not the end of the world,” he hums, looking up at Jimin intently. For a couple of seconds, silence fills the air as a speechless Jimin finds it increasingly difficult to ignore the amount of blood that continues to rush down to his pants.

“I’m a little pissed off though,” continues Jungkook, face to face with Jimin, hot breath lingering over the latter’s lips, “but I suppose you want me to tell you all about what a little brat you’ve been, huh?”

A/N: So okay, this is a little embarrassing but this has been sitting in my box for way longer than I’d like to admit [we’re talking like years probably, between 1-3,] but then finally today, I was thinking about this request and I wrote it in one session which is so rare for me like wtf hahahaha

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How Not To - Ralph Anderson x Shifter!Reader 3 (The Outsider)

Finale to Halfway Home & Control GIF Credit: X X @wltz-bby​ @happyskywhale​ #mendotagsquad @crawlingmist​ @mendelskrull​ - for your special interest in this series

Author’s Note: I thought I’d be lucky to induct Ralph Anderson to Team 10K. I didn’t realise he would become the second longest fic on here...

I underestimated just how much I wanted to put them through for their finale. I just hope it’s satisfying. 🙊🙏🤞

Muscially this has always been a big song for me, it seems appropriate to use it here. How Not To - Dan & Shay

Eyes Closed - Halsey

Special shout out to Amanda for her GIF analysis! Couldn’t leave it at just one, though...!  😅

Disclaimer: The Outsider nothing to do with me / These shifters are my creation, but I am once again using Stephen King’s ideas as references / lyrics & gifs not mine

Premise: Ralph Anderson never wants to hear the word ‘Shapeshifter’ again. Apparently that seems inevitable, and Holly brings him a new case. But they need an Outsider to catch an Outsider. And there only seems like one option...  

Words: 15,330

Warnings: Swearing / just a whole bunch of angst/angsty fighting / sex (not smut)

⚠ Hurt / Angst Caution Warning (Not as bad as previous... but it’s there!) ⚠

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I can honestly understand why it's over I can go through the motions of walking away I can give you the key and take my things back I can find plenty things to fill my days

You're like second nature, baby, you're just like breathin' A melody that you hear and you can't forget The time goes by and I still need you Yeah, you worth the heartbreak and the regret

But I don't know how not to think about you When it's late at night and quiet And I know that I ought to be the one who is strong and just moves on But I’ll probably turn down your road, knock-knock on your door Fall back in your arms, wake up in the morning Hating myself for the way that I can't help the way I still want you I just don't know how not to, how not to, how not to I just don't know how not to, how not to, how not to

--- I, I know where to lay, I know what to say It's all the same And I, I know how to play I know this game, It's all the same

Would've gave it all for you, cared for you So tell me where I went wrong Would've trade it all for you, there for you So tell me how to move on They don't realize that I'm thinking about you It's nothing new, it's nothing new Now if I keep my eyes closed he looks just like you But he'll never stay, they never do Now if I keep my eyes closed he feels just like you But you've been replaced I'm face to face with someone new 

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If there was one call he never wanted, this one was it. Ralph could have sworn that when he said goodbye to Holly Gibney saying he’d like to work with her on a case again, he’d stated a normal one – and he absolutely did. Holly was great, once he’d got used to her. Once he’d kicked his ass into gear over the Frankie Peterson case and immersed himself into the supernatural side of things. When she called again and mentioned the word ‘shapeshifter’, once more Ralph was forced into silence. Preceded by ‘another’, of course, and Holly had to call his name multiple times before he found a voice to tell her he was listening. Now Ralph Anderson and Yune Sablo found themselves sitting back at Cherokee City PD as Holly stood in front of them: police board, evidence, photographs, markers to connect everything. Ralph’s heart sank completely; he didn’t need this again. He’d had enough of this for one lifetime, and unlike Shapeshifters he only had one lifetime. Holly had put together a good investigation; she’d been tracking this one for quite some time, and although it hadn’t stopped over in Cherokee City, it had been through here according to her research. Yet, even though Holly was able to track its movements, she was uncertain she could do much more without the help of the people who had been through this with her before. She was certain she could stop it, determined to, but after Tennessee she didn’t think she could do this alone. This shifter also seemed different to her than their first, it was only because of the patterns she recognised that Holly was even able to keep track of it at all – this one was being extremely careful. Still, none of these factors excused it from the fact that murders seemed to follow wherever it went – finishing it was the only option. And for that she needed Ralph with her, as he had been before. Holly paused her onslaught of information and turned back to them, glad they seemed to be following everything she said. When she asked if they were clear, both men nodded, causing Holly to smile… except she placed her hands together in front of her lips in thought; “If only there was some way to get inside the head of these things, then maybe we’d stand a better chance of catching one...” Ralph, who was still preoccupied with his own thoughts on Shapeshifters – for obviously he had many - raised his head slowly to her musings. Yune stood a little straighter where he was leaning against the desk and looked across to his companion – Ralph, feeling eyes on him, turned to Yune. “No-” “Ralph.” By the look on Yune’s face he wanted Ralph to at least listen to reason. For Ralph Anderson there wasn’t a reason on Earth he’d ever agree to such a senseless idea. “No. No we can’t-!” “She’s our best hope, maybe our only hope!” Yune at least had the decency to plead it. Ralph’s eyes only narrowed, and his voice was firm;  “I never wanna see her again.” Holly looked between them, clearly confused, “What?” Yune glanced across to her, just as baffled, hardly believing that Ralph wouldn’t have imparted that information; “Didn’t he tell you?!” “I said we broke up.” Was the flat reply from Ralph, the detective folded his arms, looking like he’d rather talk about anything else. Holly blinked a few times, quickly catching on, “Y/N-!? She- she’s a...?!” Ralph Anderson didn’t let her finish the sentence, teeth gritted; “Don’t even say it.” Before turning his rising anger at having to be reminded on Yune: “We don’t even know where she is - I let her go!” Yune folded his arms and crossed his legs, leaning slightly away from his friend; “And you’re thinking it’ll be hard to look her up!? We have the database – we’ll find her!” Ralph glared back; “She’s a shapeshifter-! What if she changed!? That’s as easy as...” He stalled, looking away again, clearly not in the mood to talk about it anymore. Yune had attempted many times to get Ralph to impart what he’d seen in that field in vain; and although he never told, Yune knew whatever it was haunted him. Instead, Yune turned his attention back to Holly, “It would take maybe a day to figure out where she is... if we go pick her up, two tops... do we have time?” She nodded, that was the only shot any of them had to stop this thing. It wasn’t like before; they would need a shifter to catch a shifter. Holly looked back to Ralph, voice firm, not to be argued with; “We need her.” Ralph was still staring at nothing, and shook his head slowly; “I’m not going. I can’t go...”

*****

The pure ecstasy was almost stifling. So high you could barely breathe. Being with a shifter was always like this; humans always loved softer – probably because love actually factored into it. Human guise or not, there was nothing about your feelings for each other that had anything to do with how you would tangle together under sheets. An urge, an instinct, a call to be answered.

Shimmers of silver in the darkness as your eyes glowed with a refusal to burn out. Elongated talons and razor-sharp teeth left deep scratches across your back, immobilising, painful bites to your neck. Females were bigger and stronger, and for you not to do him any real damage he had to hold you down. But those needles sinking into your skin and drawing up rivers of ink from your veins only hit you with a further shot of pleasure. He wasn’t the same species as you – but he was damn close in his true form. You always preferred sex like this; humans had nerve endings in places your race didn’t – a form of pleasure you were unable to replicate unless you presented as one. Also, having been loved on by one for four consecutive years (who also knew damn well what he was doing), it was unsurprising that you’d not want to go back to anything remotely animalistic. Still – you were unable to stop yourself from crying out as your race would. It was by no means pretty; nowhere near the same as whispering someone’s name breathlessly as you held them tight, the trail of their lips down your neck. It sounded like it belonged in the far-off wilderness of some ancient jungle – where it used to be heard frequently. A call answered by his own; not filling a starry summer night sky, but now a bedroom in a modern house, in some town that could not be further away from where you had been born and grown up. How times change - How your race had always underestimated the advancement of humans. But even with the way you were pinned now; with your blood running from at least three separate places, stuck in some ancient ritual, a biological need engrained in your race since millennia before you were born – the man you were with was not the one you were thinking of. Your eyes were closed, and all that flooded your head was Ralph Anderson. You could feel the way he held you, running his hands over your skin and paying attention to every detail. As a detective he never missed anything – that adorable little smile before he asked you if everything was okay. The feel of him inside your body; making love to your slow, steady, breathing your name carelessly – a whisper across your skin as he planted tender kisses instead of bite marks. Although sometimes Ralph would graze his teeth, even on accident, and you would shudder in the memory of something a lot more like this. If you concentrated hard enough on your human, your partner blended into him – and it was Ralph you could feel all over your body – even this rough. And you couldn’t keep him out, you wouldn’t keep him out. It surprised you that somewhere along the line you hadn’t tipped your head back to call his name instead. You missed him, more than anything – you missed having this with him. Ralph could care about you the way a shapeshifter never could. This was good, but it wouldn’t last. You were the only shapeshifter who stayed in one place. It might take a little while, but your partner would move on. For now you sated each other’s appetite; familiar company that you could truly be yourself around. You didn’t have to control your body; your own claws and teeth sinking into him as you tightened your embrace: you were in charge, and he would move as and when you wanted him to. That taste on your tongue, not quite metallic the way human blood was: of salt and earth, ancient minerals lost to time and space that no human technology would ever recognise. Damaging your partner as such was just another part of the act – it was expected, and your partner knew that he was damn lucky you didn’t kill him. Younger ones would suffer worse with you – even killed accidentally from too many fractures, broken bones, blood loss… Not him; with a name of ancient origin you thought he could have been older than you – but from a different part of the world.  

You squeezed your eyes shut again – on the edge of your, very human, climax. And Ralph was right back with you, the gentle sound of his voice coaxing you, hands laced with yours, how his kisses would swallow your groans as you struggled to hold back and the sweet way he would chuckle; ‘Baby… come on… just a little more… I got ya…’ Everything went cloudy for a moment, and Ralph flooded your senses heavier than before: it was his body and his weight, Ralph’s scent and his heartbeat flush with yours. His shiver as he unwound himself from that high that you couldn’t experience – not the way his human body would, but that fascinated you to watch, to feel. You withdrew your needle like teeth from the shoulder of your partner, running your tongue gently over the punctures to stop the flow of blood – you’d both heal quick. Another trait of your race. You slowed your breathing, silver eyes burning a little brighter, but Ralph’s ghost didn’t leave you this time. And before you knew it a single tear was sliding down your cheek. He didn’t see – this man would surely take his leave of you, even when you settled your head in the crook of his neck and pulled him closer, pretending this was anywhere near to what you had in Cherokee City. Yes, he’d leave – but Ralph Anderson never would. ***** Five Years Later… You raised your head from the morning paper – dumfounded. Once you’d got a good feel for people they were never really gone. Even if they’d never touched your soul – even if you’d never had their DNA flow through your veins, people still left a mark on you. This one you hadn’t felt in 5 years, and of all of them to turn up at your door, his wasn’t who you expected. You felt it long before his car pulled into the drive, but you let Yune Sablo step out of the vehicle before you opened your door, standing on the porch with your arms folded as he approached. There was a healthy silence between you as he kept his head bowed. Taking a deep breath before he raised his eyes to yours; there was a hard look on your face, it wasn’t welcoming. “What, is he too good to come and collect me himself!?” Yune immediately looked deflated, “You know I didn’t come here for Ralph.” You held your hand up, “No. Don’t – Don’t ruin it and say his name. What do you want?” “We need you.” Your arms folded and you ran your tongue over your bottom lip, eyebrows raised, “Uh huh.” “No really-!” Yune didn’t dare take even one step up your porch, he knew what you were. Even if he didn’t know what you were capable of, he’d seen enough from your fellow shapeshifters to not want to incur that from you – considering the displeasure on your face. “Y/N, there’s been a string of murders… Holly’s been putting it together and she came to Cherokee City for our help. But we need you.” “Holly?!” For a moment you seemed perplexed, your expression softened and Yune thought he might be able to sway you just by using her, but your eyes narrowed, “You told her?” “We had no choice. We need you. Don’t do it for him – do it for us. Do it for your race.” “Yune. It’s been 5 years, I’m DONE with Cherokee City. And I’m particularly done with its police department. What makes him think I want to see him again?” “I know it’s been 5 years. I think about that every day. That I could have prevented this, and if I’d just got to him quicker then he wouldn’t…” You let out a sigh, dropping your stance and relaxing, “Don’t beat yourself up over what Ralph Anderson did… I won’t let you do that to yourself. What do you need me for, you killed one before?” “Psychology. Getting inside its head. It’s trackable but… it’s careful. Much more careful than the last one.” You lowered your eyes, but nodded; “What makes you think I haven’t gone down that path myself? What makes you think I’m not gonna turn on all of you?” Yune shook his head; “I know you.” He did take that step, but hesitated as your eyes pierced his with an unnatural glimmer of silver. “If you care about us like I know you do, do it for us. Us.” He swallowed, “Y/N. You’re not a bad person. Or whatever you want to qualify yourself as. You can make a difference, and prove to us that you’re not all bad.” “I don’t have anything to prove.” This time when the silver shimmered to life it stayed, and Yune couldn’t tear his eyes away from it. He still had no idea what Ralph had done to you; he was starting to think maybe he should have pressed his friend before coming out here. You looked around at the other houses, suddenly glad that Yune was in his own car and not a marked one, “How did you find me anyway?” “Like I said, you’re a good person. You kept your name and you’re registered here. It’s not… too hard.” It wasn’t a warm smile by any means, but you flicked your head towards your front door – “Okay. Before I come with you, you best come inside – for one, I better pack.” Yune grinned, happy that you were seemingly accepting, that you would answer their plea: “And notify work, right!?” Once inside you packed quickly; not before making Yune a quick cup of coffee. Allowing him some time to unwind before he’d have to drive all the way back. As you packed, Yune sat with his coffee staring around your house. Minimalist. There were barely any photographs on walls, or pictures either. It hardly looked lived in; a shell of a house. Even the bathrooms held no trace of being used. But there was something else too, where there should have been a bathroom mirror, he was faced with nothing. And being inquisitive, Yune found that if the mirrors in this house were still in place, then they were turned around. He wondered if that was a question he could just ask. Yune supposed he wasn’t exactly sure what Shifter etiquette would be. You’d just have to tell him where that line was. Realising just how trapped you’d be with him in a car back to Cherokee City, you weren’t surprised that Yune wanted to try to get all his questions in. You didn’t seem reluctant; and he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to feel about that. Because you weren’t exactly happy either. “So, how’ve you been? What have you been doing? There, uh, anyone you need to tell you’re leaving?” “Uh, I’m an analyst. It’s okay, it’s a job and I get paid… I like where I live. And no, I’m not attached, which is also fine… What else is there to say?” “I guess I expected you to be upset but… you’re here. You’re just, gonna come.” “I’ll be damned if I let Ralph Anderson make me bitter and twisted.” You smiled, “The street I live on is entirely couples. I surrounded myself with love – as I always do. Now that is truly the only way for my race to live. I thrive on that kind of love.” If you could call what you were doing right now ‘thriving’. “I could have lived on his, but we all know what happened there.” “Do you miss him?” There was silence for a long time, and your face was stoic as you mulled your answer over, before it fell, and you started to look upset: “It’s not just about missing him, Yune. He’s a part of me – they all are. And I’ll carry them all for the rest of my life, every strand of DNA I’ve ever replicated. But Ralph… I let him deeper than anyone. It’s easy to collect DNA and just go off and use it, but he… Do you have any idea what it’s like to look in a mirror and hate every fibre of what you are? It’s not just me he hates – it’s what I am! I can’t get away from that even if I do wear another face.” “That explains the mirrors.” He said it before he even realised, and quickly added an embarrassed “Sorry.” “No. You’re right. I can’t… stand myself. But I can’t stay out of this form for very long. So, I have to face it… but it’s not easy. Ralph Anderson is torture. But he helps.” “You – shift into Ralph!?” “He never told you what happened in that field did he?” “No.” “Figures.” But you offered no more on the subject, turning to the window, and Yune wouldn’t press you either: “I drive his car, I wear his clothes, I can face him in a mirror and I even keep track of what he's up to. When I remember. He’ll never get out of my head, and I’ll never get over him. That’s what I’m learning to live with. And now he’s dragging me back. Do I have a choice in facing this? You already know I don’t, Yune.” He reached out and gently patted your hand, “I’m sorry.” You whipped around quickly at the feel of his hand on yours, and he caught that silver again: “I’m not afraid of you, Y/N. And I’ll get you back soon I promise. I won’t let him hurt you.” You could only nod, and barely smile. You understood Yune’s sentiments; but what he was promising was impossible. Just seeing Ralph Anderson again would be more painful than anything you’d faced. You returned your gaze slowly to the scenery and took a deep breath. You weren’t about to tell Yune that you were nervous, thoughts chasing themselves around your head. You were already being torn up by the prospect of seeing him again, and the longer you had to stay in Cherokee City the more torn you’d become. Get in, solve the case, get out. And it being that quick was your only hope… ***

Ralph Anderson would probably never admit it to anyone, but what he was feeling towards you wasn’t far off what you were feeling for him. Ever since he’d gone home from the ‘agreement’ he hadn’t been sleeping well. This morning Yune had simply sent him a text to let him know he was on his way to collect you. You still bore the same name and face – and Ralph wasn’t sure how he’d react when he saw you. Last night had been the worst; wrecked with dreams good and bad, and all of them about you. The worst, and one that had been reoccurring since you left, was the field – playing out exactly the same, except sometimes he’d pull that trigger – sometimes you would attack him and leave him to die – and sometimes he’d be back in that cave in Tennessee, but it’d be you he was facing. You wouldn’t leave him, and he was anxious. What would happen when he did see you again – would he be just as fearful as he was facing you before? Or would it turn to anger and hatred? He wasn’t sure he wanted to show that side of himself to his friends. Which made Ralph ponder exactly what you might be telling Yune. There’s two sides to every story though, and surely Yune would understand mine… He was nervous to see you too – because something else he’d realised, in the past 5 years, was that he couldn’t hate you. Of course, Ralph did hate you, but only because he couldn’t love you. How was that possible, after all you’d done? With what you were. It was still early but he was sitting at his desk and sipping straight bourbon. He’d need it, Ralph knew that much. He opened the top draw and was faced with a picture of you; pulling the frame out he stared at your face, wishing he felt nothing and only stopping when his eyes started to smart. It had only been recently that he’d cleared traces of you from the house. Yune shouldn’t have been surprised at the mirrors in your home because the pictures in Ralph’s told the same story, turned around or face down until he finally rid his residence of them. Your clothes were all in bags in the garage, but he’d never quite got around to his promise of burning them all. Ralph had been on dates but, he’d never found anyone else. He just classed himself as emotionally unavailable. But never had much trouble blaming you for this. Maybe he was just waiting for something he couldn’t have – and maybe Ralph was waiting on miracles. Although he’d never mention that either. As he strolled into the department that morning, Holly observed him with worry. Of course she was already up bright and early. Ralph slumped down in his chair with a sigh; and looked more tired than she’d ever seen him. Holly made coffee and set it in front of him without even asking. She felt Ralph probably needed more than that, but wasn’t about to encourage drinking when she needed them to focus. “You look like you didn’t sleep much.” “Yeah, well. It’s a big day, I’m not the best sleeper as it is these days.” She at least looked sympathetic as he gazed up at her to thank her for the coffee. “Are you ready for this?” Ralph nodded a few times slowly, before it quickly turned into a head shake; “I’ve never been more unprepared in my life.”

*** Ralph’s adrenaline and heartbeat spiked the second he heard your voice – but he could control it. Your sentences were cut and single words to answer Yune’s questions – but not unfriendly. The unmistakable sound of your footfall had him looking up as you both walked into the room. You stopped dead as your eyes caught his – as did your talking. You hadn’t changed one bit, you looked like you hadn’t even aged a day – frozen in time, just like the pictures, and memories that filled Ralph’s mind. Somehow that made everything hurt just that little bit more. Yune and Holly stood around like awkward third wheels; but, certainly aware of the hostile tension that had just engulfed the room. Your face didn’t really convey a lot of emotion, but your glare was heavy and it made Ralph shift uncomfortably in his seat. That movement undid all his hard work of keeping it together, and although he was still holding your gaze, he suddenly looked pathetic and guilty. It didn’t make you feel anything: As he should. You turned away from him, to Holly. “I believe you need me for your investigation.” Ralph immediately shuddered at the sound of your voice and found it hard not to vocalise something, even when you weren’t talking to him. “You want to get inside the mind of a shifter, you’ve got one. I will caution you before we begin, we aren’t all the same. So, lay it on me – what you want to know AND already know. Yune said there was a pattern, maybe I can determine what type this shifter is from that…” You took a breath, unable to keep yourself from smiling at her, “It’s good to see you again, Holly. Thank you for believing in me.” And Ralph knew that was an immediate shot at him. Holly instantly beamed, and the tension in the room dissipated, because you weren’t expecting it. The third human in the room was forgotten for a moment, and you let your icy façade melt. These two hadn’t done anything to you, at least not yet, so you had to behave amicably to prove a point. Not that you wouldn’t have – but in the presence of people who knew what you were, you at least knew you had to be careful. “It’s good to see you too, Y/N. I have to say this revelation is at least a little fascinating.” “Well… Anything I can do to prove we aren’t all like him. This seems to be getting a little ridiculous.” “You’re not wrong…” But she kept smiling as she studied you, “I mean, they’ve told me what they know…” she indicated to Ralph and Yune. “And you don’t appear to be like he was – you don’t shed, is that correct? You… uh… shimmer?” Your eyes gravitated to her coffee cup, “I can show you. If you want. The problem is your last one was a baby. If you start coming up against those much older it’ll just get harder. The patterns this one is leaving could just be a flashy show of confidence. Not mistakes.” “Show us?” Ralph shifted anxiously and you could feel his unease, turning your eyes on him: “You already know I can do you, what’s the point in that?” You indicated to Holly’s coffee cup, “If you’re finished with that… I can…” She tipped her head in thought, then decided to nod and handed it over, continuing her questioning as you inspected the rim of the cup. “You don’t need my blood?” “That’s the easiest way, and how we start off – then we graduate. Any form of DNA works fine and it doesn’t need to be consumed. But again, that depends how old you are.” You stopped twisting the cup and glanced back to Holly, “You’re SURE you want me to do this? I can’t get inside your head, I promise that. But I will feel your emotion.” She nodded, but questioned again, “What is that like?” “For me…” You gave a shrug, lifting the cup to your lips and running your tongue across the edge, “It’s all I know.” You placed it down and waited patiently for the DNA to code itself into you – “This’ll take a second-. But you put me in a café and you leave your cup behind. Bam. I have you on file for the rest of my life. Some would rather their long string of love affairs; one-night stands or kisses its all the same, some just like the taste of blood. I think the less interaction the better, personally.” You stretched, “You sure you’re ready for this?” Holly nodded, but you knew all of them were immediately more tense as you took a breath and shimmered – Ralph couldn’t help but be transfixed to watched the way your eyes lit that haunting silver as your body once more seemed to wash with pixels, before Holly stood face to face with herself. You blinked a few times, eyes still shining. “Sorry.” Holly and Yune jumped at her voice from your mouth, “The eyes always take a little longer than anything else.” “And you can just change back?!” “Mhm.” You gave a nod, “Give me a few minutes, it’s like going through a hard reset.” “Why are there so many different species? I mean he wasn’t like you… I met another and he wasn’t like you either…” “Evolution. We do the same thing in different ways. Species and genus, I guess. But practice. He took a month to change, it used to take me longer to change. I had to go through a middle step of reverting back to true form to switch humans. It’s not the most intuitive thing.” “True form?” “I said to Ralph before…” You paused for a minute as your DNA began to even out over Holly’s, “I’m much more traditionally monster than human. Think… animal, not… person. In fact, we’d fit a lot better in your animal kingdom than we would the way you live. Excuse me.” You held your hand up and shifted yourself back, “See. It’s THAT simple.” Holly tilted her head; “Could… you elaborate?” “Sure. I’m Quadrupedal, little bit more front heavy. Sharp teeth like needles, claws… I’m used to four digits. If we did stand up…  maybe 8ft tall, probably bigger. Females are the larger of the species. You seem to be getting lucky on that front. Males don’t tend to survive the mating process – think spiders.” “I’m starting to think it’s a good thing you look human.” Yune sounded more than a little faint. “Yeah well, humans went and hunted us down – so we had to adapt.” You nodded to Holly’s board, “What do you think you have? One like me? Worse?” “WORSE!?” Yune looked across to you. “Hun, I am by no means the oldest of my kind. There are worse out there than the type I am. There’s a kind that never evolved – think parasitic worms.” “W-WHAT!?” You smirked, “Yeah. Way worse. That’d kill me easy.” You shot Ralph a look, “Detective, sitting there thinking ‘shame’ isn’t exactly helpful.” Ralph looked perplexed for a minute, deer in headlights. “Just because I can’t hear your thoughts, doesn’t mean I don’t know what you’re thinking.” You sat back on the desk as Holly went through her discoveries and you started to try to piece together the person she was describing. Which type they could be.  You could already offer suggestions: it was a strange set of patterns, and there were things they weren’t seeing because they weren’t shapeshifters. You liked that at least two people in the room seemed receptive and thankful for your presence on this. Holly brought up her video footage after that – the suspects looked slightly different in each but they all had the same movements, the same way of doing things. They weren’t trying to blend into the people they were copying, simply use them as a disguise. You were impressed she’d managed to get so far on body language. Yet there was something familiar about it that concerned you. Just how many of your kind had you been around in your life? Too many to recall and yet each one, just like the DNA you all collected, imprinted into your memory in a different way. This one was in your bank somewhere. It wasn’t what you wanted to realise. That unease certainly didn’t end as Holly continued to pull up pictures; and suddenly you became too alert, straightening and stiffening on the desk your nails gripped the table, eyes wide in shock. He’s not hiding anymore… Holly read this immediately; “You know him… don’t you?” You swallowed hard, realising all eyes were now on you. You did, of course you did. And he wasn’t someone you had to comb through your memories to find – he was right there; the man had just left you. “Better than I would care to say…” you nodded to her screen, “He’s not hiding. That’s his face. The equivalent of what I chose to present to you.” Then you shook your head, “SHIT!” After what you’d been through for nearly three years? Now you find this out?! It shouldn’t have bothered you, loving and leaving was what your race did. But this was worse than that. Ralph could read you like a book, and found that his jealousy and pain were blending together; “Oh, it hurts doesn’t it? When you find out the person you’re with isn’t what they seem.” You didn’t miss a beat: “What, don’t like what you see in the mirror?” Once again your detective didn’t have a comeback. “How recently?” “He left me 3 years ago. That’s nothing new, that’s how it works.” “What works?” You hesitated, but opted to continue: “Well, any ‘relationship’ really. We don’t… mate for life.” It was like air had just left the room, and you didn’t dare look at Ralph Anderson’s face. All you would see was anger and betrayal. “We were together a surprisingly long while, I suppose our cycles can be sensed. 27 years is a long time to wait for something like that.” Holly blinked a few times; “I didn’t think you could have… children. Every 27 years?” “Nothing to us. But I can assure you, we have children. At least my branch of our race can.” “So... you’re not sterile?” “Anything in your hospitals, honey, would say I was, even during the cycle. Males don’t have cycles but would still show as sterile in your readings.” “How many do you have?” Well, you’d come this far… “Alive? I can’t tell you. 17 total.” Ralph did the quick calculation in his head. That made you 435 years old, minimum. On the assumption that every 27 years you did in fact bare children. And you looked like only the last 2 numbers of that. But it was bothering him; “How – how can you not know how many are alive!? You only just had one.” You sighed, turning to him – sure enough he was the spitting image of the man who’d pointed a gun at your head. Only now Ralph just looked like he wished he’d pulled the trigger. “What part of monster, or, animal don’t you understand?? We’re not humans, we present as human. There’s no 18 years and close relationships, Ralph. Once they’re ready to leave, they leave. When a bird can fly it leaves the nest. It’s exactly the same – you’re thinking too much about my body not my genetics.” Why was he still so pissed about the whole kids thing, anyway? Why did Ralph care either way about you and your race? You crossed your arms and narrowed your eyes; “As you keep pointing out – Ralph Anderson – I’m not human.” You turned back to Holly, “His name is Aldric. And we have a problem here, his race is like mine – maybe a little worse and certainly faster. I might be bigger, but I’m almost certain he’s older than me.” Ralph scowled from his chair, folding his arms and crossing his legs: “Fucking perfect.” They continued their rounds of questions and you remained to help them work through patterns you could see that they couldn’t. But every time you saw Aldric’s face it jarred you – mating wasn’t the problem, that was a call you had to answer if possible. If their first shifter had been around you’d have still answered it; it was the fact that it had been a relationship, of sorts, first. And you didn’t form friendships with Shifters that did things like this – dead against killing for what it had cost your race in the past. Aldric had passed all your tests, a genuinely upstanding guy – you hadn’t sensed that he was hiding anything – so what had happened? It wasn’t a question you could answer, but one that you desperately needed to know. Nothing like having a second personal stake in all this… Having said that, every time Ralph said something pointed or facetious, you only ever responded cold and emotionlessly; shutting him down at every turn. You weren’t going to let him sit there pretending he was in the clear on this one. You were around the point of calling it quits, when they were all explaining to you where he’d been seen most recently. Currently it didn’t look like he was moving from that city – they all theorised that Aldric was choosing his next victim before he moved on. You couldn’t help but agree, even though you didn’t want to. The next few days would be vital. Although as they continued talking about next steps, you tipped your head and lost yourself in another thought. Was this going to involve killing Aldric? Was that what you wanted? Was it the only way? Could he be brought to justice… could a monster like you ever be brought to that kind of justice? Instead you voiced your question quietly; “Don’t you guys think you’re going to need a lawyer when this blows up?” They turned to each other, and it was obvious that none of them had considered a situation that didn’t end with a body. Yune frowned: “Well there’s always the DA?” Ralph immediately scoffed, “The DA is useless, I still don’t get how he won the election. I don’t trust him with half my shit.” “…Then who!?” Yune was clearly going to keep your spirits up, yet you weren’t under any illusions. Instead you got a bright idea of your own, Hayes: “I know just the guy.” Then it really was late, and you did all have to call it a night. Ralph was the first one to stand, and looked to you, “Well, you can come stay with me.” You looked at him like he was insane, and then laughed, “I’d rather sleep in the car. Or in a jail cell here, than go home with you.” That clearly stung, Ralph wasn’t expecting it. But you had enough doubts about this detective not to take him up on it. You didn’t want to be in that house, and certainly not with him. Ralph was making his feelings for you quite obvious and if the last five years had changed his stance, he might truly kill you this time. To stop the silence from being any more awkward, Yune stepped in, “It’s okay – you can stay with me. It’ll be fine.” “Oh…” You weren’t sure you expected that, “Thank you.” He nodded his ‘you’re welcome’, “If you’re ready we can go. Be back here bright and early.” You all said your goodbyes, but you paused at the door; “OH! Can I take the map? It might take me all night, but I’ll figure out where he’s likely hiding. Shifters are nothing if not habitual…” “Sure! Thank you, Y/N!” Holly once again beamed as you rolled the map up and smiled back, “No problem. Mutual goals and all that right?” “Mhm, Goodnight Y/N! Don’t stay up too late.” “I’ll try-!” You grinned, “Goodnight, Holly.” The obviousness of you not even acknowledging Ralph, let alone wishing him a goodnight, was not lost on him – you still didn’t care. With the map tucked under your arm, you followed Yune out to the elevators. “You still love her, don’t you?” Ralph’s eyes flicked to Holly, then back to your receding frame – talking to Yune, you seemed so much happier out of this room. Out of Ralph’s presence. The detective chewed his lip, deciding to let his expression answer for him. ***

After staying up most of the night pouring over the map and your laptop, you had a fair idea of where Aldric could be. After all, you knew him, right? At least you thought you did. You were starting to think that the revelations of your ex-partners were becoming a little too much. You left Yune’s house early – just about catching him as you were taking off out the door. Upon asking where you were going, and you announcing you were about to drag the ex-DA into this, he laughed. “Need a lift?” “No. I could use the walk.” “You know where you’re going?” “Mhm. I did the research; I’ll meet you all back at the precinct. Hopefully lawyer in tow.” “Alright, see you soon Y/N… OH!” You turned back at his gentle tug on your sleeve, “It’s good to see you again. I don’t know if I said yet. It’s just real good to have you back.” You let yourself beam, “Thanks Yune… I needed that.” The sign read K.W.S.Hayes and Partners – KWS? Well okay, Mr. Two-Middle-Names. You laughed to yourself as you walked through the front door. You were glad everything was still quiet; you could avoid a lot of people you knew and awkward questions that way. You didn’t even need an appointment. Well, not that you’d let someone who barely looked out of her twenties stop you, with your “I’m an old friend.” Kenneth Hayes jumped, and this time his papers did scatter everywhere. You watched them float to the floor, only wishing it was five years earlier, before your eyes met his again and you closed his door. “How the HELL did you-” “Old friends tends to get me places.” “Jesus, who let you back into Cherokee City?!” “I’m not in your office to do anything but get you on this case.” He hesitated, “What case?” “Surprise, surprise, there’s another of me out there and your PD want my help.” There was too long a pause and you knew that he was only pretending to be disinterested, “No thanks, isn’t that a DA role?” You folded your arms, “They left you in the dark last time. I won’t let them do it again. Besides, I hear the current DA isn’t so hot and I KNOW a good lawyer when I see one.” He squinted at you for a moment, then scoffed, very nearly disgusted. “Find someone else.” “Don’t misunderstand me, Hayes.” You took a step, eyes flashing. “I don’t just want you on this case, they need you on this case. And if I have to drag you across town to the PD kicking and screaming… well…” You indicated to yourself, knowing that would explain enough. Hayes swallowed, accepting his fate, “When do we start?” You smirked, “Oh baby, the fun has already begun!” As you might expect, and they probably expected to from their previous experience, there was a good network of caves on both sides of the city and scores of abandoned buildings grouped together - from what you’d been able to gather, also fairly overgrown. “But he’s older than you.” “It’s habitual.” At this point you were getting sick of Ralph questioning everything that came out of your mouth, and were sure the other three (now Hayes was up to speed) were sitting there internally groaning ‘ohhh my god, will you two quit it! We got a case to work on.’  “It’s not about the hiding to change, although it may be to do with not wanting to be disturbed. It’s about dragging your prey somewhere quiet. It’s about remaining inconspicuous and in the shadows. None of us grew up in cities and towns, the world simply changed around us. Places like naturally occurring caves are like our ancestral homes.” You tapped the map, “Abandoned shells of buildings are an alright substitute. We all adapted to this sure, but he’s actively killing – and that’s an instinct we evolved with. He’s thinking home. I know it.” You placed your balled fist against your mouth for a moment allowing for a pause for thought; “I can’t get you closer unless we’re actually there, but, once we are it’ll be more accurate. And I can pinpoint exactly where he’s staying – especially considering our history.” “Can he sense… you?” “Possibly. But I doubt he’d think twice about it. He wouldn’t know why I’m there…” Suddenly you found yourself getting disheartened: “I just don’t get it. It’s been the first time in a long while I’ve seen so many of us. Holly you’ve seen three, well four, of us now. How am I’m the only good one? It was never like this. They shouldn’t be the rule.” The silver shine on your eyes was dull as they smarted, and Yune put his hand over yours; “Maybe it’s because you’re the only one left alive old enough to remember the times when you weren’t oppressed. You said it yourself, you don’t know how old he is. Maybe everyone else has heard these stories and wants revenge. Wants to feed on our pain and suffering, because humans caused your entire race pain.” “But how can they not realise that LOVE... love is...” Holly reached for your other hand, understanding what Yune was trying to do; if they lost your help to delusion they would never get anywhere: “But you experienced that. Who’s to say they ever did?” Try as Holly might she was unable to keep her glance off Ralph, who gave Holly a similarly worried look. “But how can they not tell the difference?” “Closed off to it? Maybe they don’t recognise it... maybe pain is so strong that the sustainability of love is not worth it... it doesn’t register.” You took your hands back, not allowing a sob, but rubbing the tears away before they could flow down your cheeks. Too many people were suffering – you had all suffered too but, humans didn’t need to bear the sins of their ancestors. Was there no way to live in harmony? You found yourself crying, not only for your race, but for everyone who had to grieve because of it.

*** You all gave yourselves an hour to get ready, not that you weren’t already living out of a bag. The original idea was the four of you went down and confronted him, as they had done in Tennessee. That this time they’d keep Hayes completely in the loop. The lawyer was already clearly invested, which made you happy, as he shook his head: “I didn’t get involved last time on your decision. I’d quite like to be included this time on my own terms. I can see it through – then I’ll avoid any strange stories floating my way.” He was clearly referring to that Jack Hoskins lie, he nodded to you, “Besides. I trust her.” Your eyebrows raised at this but you bowed your head in thanks. 3 down, 1 to go. Of course he would be the most difficult. Yune let you sit quietly alone as he packed and before you knew it you were standing back in the precinct deciding on whose car was being taken. The final decision landed on Ralph’s and Yune’s, so you split your things and yourselves between the two cars. Obviously, the idea was to keep you and Ralph separate. He wasn’t so happy about that decision and ended up overruling everyone by force; arm out to pin you back against his car. “What are you-” “Nope.” “Ralph!” “They might trust you, but I certainly don’t. You’re coming with me.” His voice was low and left you glaring at him again, he nodded Holly towards Yune’s car but she was hesitant. You took a breath and moved her on instead. “It’s okay Holly, I’ll be okay.” She clearly wasn’t having that, and as Ralph kept you pinned there, you watched her whisper urgently to Yune; you could imagine that she wanted to make sure this car was in sight of theirs the whole time. You drew your eyes away from them and back to your ex-partner, “What, so you can finish what you started?” “Don’t flatter yourself. I swear to God, you even THINK of hurting them.” “Don’t you think I would have done it before now? What is wrong with you?! How can he change your opinion of me so easily?” “You lied to me!” “And you threatened to shoot me twice. You said it yourself Ralph, if you didn’t love me I’d be dead, so you can stop acting like I’M the threat here.” It was strange to be so close to him again, his DNA used to be a part of your everyday existence. By shifting into him so often – and being comfortable there – you’d kept that true. But now he was back this close to you, your body was giving you many different reactions. It was as repulsed by him as it wanted to pull him into you and never let him go. The confusion was not helping you keep control and you knew that silver was burning again by the way distress momentarily flickered over his features. Somehow the car ride wasn’t as tense as you imagined. You supposed there was so much you really had to say to each other, considering the passage of time. Yet neither of you knew how or where to begin; and both of you were guilty of something. For a long time there was silence, before Ralph took a calm breath and broke it. “Why did you come back?” You eyed him curiously, “You needed me. I assumed if you let Yune turn up on my doorstep at all, you were fine with it. I want to stop this as much as you do, even if you don’t believe that.” “You understand why I have trust issues with you, right?” “I think you must understand the same.” Ralph nodded: “As long as we’re on the same page.” There was another pause before he started again, “Five years is a long time to still hate someone.” “I don’t hate you, and I’m certainly not scared of you, but if you touch me I’m gonna throw a fit.” He nodded to the car in front, “Don’t think I haven’t seen Yune checking his mirrors every five seconds and the way Hayes always turns around. They’re watching out for ya.” You lowered your eyes to the floor, and spoke quieter, “I am not to blame for the sins of my race. I wish you’d been able to see past that. But every time you look at me, all I can see is how you feel about them. I’m the rule, Ralph. We’ve never been like this... I guess we’re all just angry.” “All. Including you.” “Understanding, of why humans rose up. We’re not Gods – even if we acted like it. Stories passed through generations; those so twisted by what happened. I get that – it hurt, to be hunted that way. But murdering humans doesn’t help anything. And killing you all now? Children with bad tempers don’t represent my race. And yet will become the poster children.” Ralph shifted in his seat, about as uncomfortably as you might expect, before turning his eyes on you. There really wasn’t a lot you had to ask, he understood what you were getting at. You turned away from him, rubbing your hands together, before moving the same motion to your wrists. It was too painful for him to think of you in handcuffs, so he took another breath and smiled. He was beginning to think that you were as wrong as you were right; no, you weren’t like them, but Ralph considered that you were the exception these days, not the rule. It was unfortunate that the group had dealt with so many bad ones. He was warming to you; it was going to take some time, but he knew he was. He wanted so badly to reach for you and tell you that. But he knew he couldn’t, Ralph Anderson swallowed fixing his eyes back on the road and the car in front just as Yune eyed him again. They didn’t trust him with you either and he had more than proved they had grounds. You should have known that the amicable atmosphere between you wouldn’t last. Your question was innocent enough, he knew you had ‘moved on’ – if that was even a thing your race did; you’d at least have classed yourself in something akin to a relationship with Aldric. He was the father of one of your children after all – but Ralph had kept quiet about his own love life. It’d been five whole years – he might have been older, but that didn’t mean you didn’t know how women looked at him; and with that face? You couldn’t blame them. “Are you single?” He blinked before he answered, slowly, “Yes.” “Huh.” Your mouth became a thin line, nearly a frown, “I’m surprised, I thought it’d be easy for you to move on. Surely all the girls are killing to date you now? Have you been with anyone?” Maybe he had and it hadn’t lasted – it’d been a long time. You were met with immediate hostility: “Well how can I trust anyone is who they say they are after you?!” Feeling that was pretty uncalled for, you shot back, “Don’t blame me for YOUR feelings. You know all the tells. You should have just gone ahead and dated!” Ralph glared at you, it was icy and threatening, causing you to back up against the car door; “Yeah well, I didn’t, did I? I didn’t just go off and fuck someone else. And have kids.” Your eyebrows knitted together in anger, “Screw you Ralph Anderson. You’re the one who said you never wanted to see me again. And I TOLD you, we can’t have children. What is your obsession with that-?! I’m surprised not to find you married with kids the amount you go on about it!!” “Well I’m not, am I?! I don’t just get to choose to do something like that! I accepted we couldn’t have kids, but that’s all bullshit anyway! All you ever did was lie!” “Don’t you put this on me!” You slammed your hand on the dashboard, turning your body fully to him; “WHY DOES IT ALWAYS COME BACK TO THIS, WHEN YOU TOLD ME YOU DIDN’T CARE!!” “Because you can have them!” “Once every 27 years Ralph! And you can’t treat them like human children. They would never stay. You can’t bend them to that, and they wouldn’t be… yours.” “I dunno, surrogacy? Adoption? We never even talked about it.” “Why didn’t you bring that up!? How easy do you think that would be? I don’t… die like you do. I’d live my life with you, and then when you passed on, I’d take a few years and disappear. And then start over. But there’s never going to be another you Ralph. They always warned me about humans, and they were right. But you were worth every fucking second until you tore it all up." “Are you saying this is MY fucking fault!? If you’re at least over 400 then how the hell did you ever think we’d work out?!” “I’d age up with you. It’s easy. Ralph, you never would have noticed. Without him all my little tells are ticks and tricks of the light.” “You bleed blue!” “Well that still took you four years and killing one of us.” Then you remembered, “Fuck, you nicked me, didn’t you? To check that I really was…” You placed your hands over your eyes, groaning, “Why didn’t you just ask?! You could have just asked. And calmly told me to get out… instead you pointed a gun to my head and threw me in a jail cell.” “Y/N-” “No. No.” You protested, “I’m fucking DONE Ralph. Don’t touch me, don’t even talk to me.” You rolled your body away from him and curled yourself up as best you could in the seat, closing your eyes. Hopefully sleep would come quick and would last the rest of the car ride. Hopefully it wouldn’t be plagued with bad dreams… You wouldn’t say that your dreaming was bad, just that your dreams were more content to feed you memories… This one of Aldric, of course. You understood why, perhaps most obviously because you couldn’t wrap your head around his sudden change. Aldric knew all about Ralph Anderson, you were only too happy to share your experiences with someone who understood them. Yet it wasn’t just because you’d told him, but because of your tendency to shift into Ralph: just to hear his voice, or see his face (albeit in a mirror), because you felt safe and comfortable in a body so familiar to you. Ralph looked – and was – a 6ft-odd tall, sure of himself man; no one was going to bother you when you were Ralph Anderson. It was a face Aldric got used to, but saw less and less of the longer he stayed. He counted that as progress, with his best smile. Aldric knew you still had bad days, where you’d lie on the bed and all the mirrors would turn around – humans had scarred you deep, and he didn’t like that much. Unlike everyone else, who would get angry and do something about it, you’d become a little more withdrawn; a mix of heart-break and self-hatred. He’d asked a thousand times ‘why always him’ and it wasn’t a question you could answer. ‘Why someone who caused you so much damage?’ The simple answer wasn’t one you could say out loud: that DNA coded into you was all you had left of him. The long answer would require you spilling to him all your feelings and details of your relationship that were yours to know – and would go unspoken to your grave. The best you could do was shrug; “Because I loved him. He’s just… familiar.” That was a lie too, there was no loved past tense about it. Even if Ralph had uttered that word himself. Aldric took your hand in his, with a gentle sigh: “Isn’t it amazing, over millions of years of our own race’s evolution and countless lifetimes, just how much one man has fucked you up? You’re hung up on one human and four years… in all that you’ve lived. Y/N…  I’m just sorry he did this. Though as if it isn’t something typically human.” He took a breath, gathering your body to his and stroking your hair; “Well. I’m here, for now… and I won’t let them hurt you again.” Aldric was always so nice and gentle with you and just as lovely to the humans you lived around – he never talked about having problems with them, so you doubted it was all a façade. It didn’t make any sense. How can THIS man now be murdering people…!? *** Ralph wasn’t the one who woke you up when you got to your destination, Hayes was. If he was trying to make up for anything, you would call him out on it – but he wasn’t. He was just trying to be a good man – whilst simultaneously checking that his friend was treating you right. You appreciated that they were worried, they didn’t have to care about you. Only that you’d help them solve this – and you would despite Ralph’s treatment of you. Or, in spite of it. In fact they always kept at least a body between you and Ralph, and you wondered exactly who they were protecting; him or you.

 It was late, but you had to strategize and figure out where he was. It wasn’t hard for you, Aldric was everywhere, so whilst the other three were trying to figure out the best and fastest way to hit him, Hayes drove you aimlessly around town. “Where you think he’ll be?” “He’s not in town – but it’s a recent move. I’m certain he based himself here.” “Will he be able to sense you?” “We’ll need a miracle…. My reason for being here could be anything. It’s the rest of you I’m worried about.” You were lying down in the back seat, trying to focus on the signals you could feel and almost taste in the air. That familiarity hurt now as much as Ralph’s did… You pushed your detective back for a minute, why won’t you stay in your godamn lane!, as Hayes took his rings around town further and further out, until you sat bolt upright. “STOP.” You were immediately on edge, too close and too soon. Like your head was spinning. “Woah, you okay!?” Hayes turned in his seat and it was plain to see the tension in your face and body, “Y/N? Is he here!?” You pointed to the map; “Are we leading anywhere?” “Uh…” He picked it up, “Yeah, there’s like an outcropping here…” Hayes jabbed it, “It looks like mountains though, and we are slightly inclining.” He handed it to you and you studied the map hard for a moment, before you traced your finger along what looked like a mountain ridge to one small black dot. “Here.” You turned to the lawyer and for once he didn’t even flinch as your eyes flickered bright silver – was that fear? “Do you have a pen?” “Yeah-!” Of course Hayes had one in his pocket, you put a ring around it and turned to him pushing the map into his chest. “He’s there.” *** Holly was the one in the car with you today, and she took your hand in hers. “You okay?” “No.” You had to be honest and she smiled, squeezing your hand, “Oh, sweetheart… This must be harder for you than anything else.” “What if I’ve always been wrong about my race?” You chewed the inside of your lip. “You’re better than we are, Y/N. Whether you’re the exception or the rule shouldn’t matter, should it, but how good you are. And after what you’ve seen from this particular community… that’s enough to twist anyone up. Yet here you are, still you.” You turned slowly to her, and couldn’t help but smile: “I could say the same for you.” She laughed, “I guess we both understand each other.” “An outsider knows an outsider.” You repeated a phrase of hers that had burned in you then, it held no less significance now. Holly squeezed your hand once more as you seemed to approach the cave entrance – your breath caught again and you tried not to let Aldric flood back: focusing just on Holly and smiling through it, “You got that right!” You slid out of the car with her, watching the guys all gear up just as fast. They would have to work quick and quiet if they were ever going to make it through this alive. You were glad everyone was wearing long sleeves: no one was taking chances. You nearly scoffed as you watched Hayes holster a pistol: “You know how to use that?” “I’m from Georgia, sweetie. Yeah, I do.” You laughed as if that had any merit to it, and Holly cleared her throat, holding a pistol out for you. You raised an eyebrow and grinned, shaking your head; “Honey, all my weapons are in built. I don’t need that.” Yune also sidled over, “And none of us want to see that in action.” “Pray you won’t need to.” “How is he?” “Quiet. If Aldric’s expecting anything he’s not tense, or angry, or frightened. I wouldn’t count on the element of surprise, just assume that he knows.” Ralph seemed to be taking an awful long time about this, and your eyes narrowed at his back, causing the others to turn to him. “Ralph?!” “Yeah, I- you guys go – We’ll bring up the rear.” “We?” “Yeah.” He pointed at you, “We. I want you at the back where I can see you.” “Why?” Although you knew it was a stupid question as soon as you said it and his face darkened, “Okay. Okay, we’ll do this your way.” Although you were loath to point out that if he was scared you were about to team up with Aldric, putting you at the back left the four of them trapped in the middle. It was more likely so Ralph could keep a gun trained on you at all times. You turned to the rest of them, “You guys go. Be careful, maybe two groups would be better, don’t do anything stupid.” They almost couldn’t believe you were agreeing with this, but nodded along – anything so as not to cause a huge argument right in the middle of the operation. They weren’t walking so fast though, clearly not wanting to completely split the group, you assumed that they would wait for you just inside the entrance. You crossed to him: “Is there gonna be a problem with you and me?” “No.” “Ralph you don’t have to lie to me.” “I told you, they might trust you, but I don’t. That’s all there is to it.” You leant against the car, looking dead in his eyes, “How do I know I can trust you?” “You don’t.” And he proved it; all too late did you realise that he’d been ready all along, and before you could stop him, your wrist was cuffed to the door handle. “RALPH!!!” “Shut up, or I really will finish what I started in that field.” He growled, hand over your mouth as you struggled. “You son of a BITCH-! They will DIE without me! What are you doing-!?” “We survived before, sweetheart.” His smile wasn’t friendly, so the pet name wasn’t either, “I don’t trust what you’ll do when you see him, I don’t trust you around him, or us. And I won’t see good people die again on account of YOUR race.” “Are you kidding?! I thought we were getting somewhere, but here come your true fucking colours again!” You pulled against the handcuffs, “Ralph! Let me go!” “No. You’re gonna stay here until we get back. And if we don’t get back, you’re gonna die here.” “What the fuck is your problem!?” He raised an eyebrow, and you realised it was another stupid question. “RALPH!” but he turned and started walking, “Shit! RALPH!!!” You tugged again, foot up against the car, to no avail and the cuff dug in. You rolled your sleeve back, wrist already showing a friction line. “You fucking asshole!” You turned back to watch him walk into the distance, “Are you SO stupid as to kill everyone on account of me-!?” When Ralph reached the group of three waiting just inside the caves, they all peered around for you and simultaneously took a deep breath to give him hell. He held a finger to his lips – knowing that what was waiting for them was far more dangerous. They didn’t need to announce their arrival any more than necessary. “I don’t trust her. Would you? We’ve seen what one of them can do, you think we can handle two of them? I don’t think we can risk it.” And the look on Ralph’s face said no protesting. “Where is she?!” Yune hissed, surprisingly looking the most pissed. Considering he’d tried to do right by you twice before Ralph had decided to screw it up. “Safe. But most certainly in handcuffs, now are we moving or what?!” They all looked to each other before begrudgingly moving on into the caves together, but Yune paused before he allowed Ralph to go any further. “You’re a fucking idiot. You know that?” “I’m doing this for the good of everyone.” Yune rolled his eyes, and muttered something in Spanish that Ralph assumed wasn’t good. “You ever think about her?! Even once?” Ralph gave him a look that shut the conversation down completely. But it couldn’t have juxtaposed the situation more; and his outward attitude was fooling everyone nicely. Of course he had; he was doing it to protect you. *** Focusing on them and their wellbeing became increasingly hard for three reasons. Ralph and your bond wasn’t the strongest, even though you had his DNA in your vein’s – as the group of four traversed deeper you started to lose him. Aldric’s own feelings were giving you unease – pretty sure that he knew you were here, if he hadn’t already he’d become aware of the presence of four human’s soon; without you protecting them you were sure it would become a massacre. And finally, you were trying to concentrate on breaking the cuffs – or the car door, whichever buckled first. Preferably the cuffs though, because hopefully you’d get to drive out of this. You had more strength than a human in you, but all that was helping with was the metal digging deep into your skin; ink blue already ran from your wrist and spotted all over the ground. If you did all die here forensics would have a field day with that. The change happened instantaneously. Aldric’s calm aura became hostile, forcing you to gasp and wheel back to the cave entrance: Guys! Why didn’t Ralph think about this? Aldric was leaving a string of murders, did they really think he would care about 4 bodies in the middle of nowhere. What about your presence; this wasn’t going to end well no matter what way you looked at it. And Ralph - Aldric knew everything about Ralph, if he attacked them your detective would be shown no mercy. You turned back to your handcuffs; “SHIT!” crying in both frustration and the pain of the cut. There was no other way to save them but by shifting completely; reverting back into the real monster they thought you were. To save them you would do anything. To save him- You closed your eyes and breathed deep, inhale, exhale; your eyes reopened to blurred and burning silver reflected back at you, human skin dissipating into something rougher and grey; elongated fingers splicing from five to four digits – this was the first time DNA separation had caused you to feel so dysmorphic. You knew the look you’d see on his face; if he rejected you now…well, hadn’t Ralph already? The metal snapped without you needing to pull as your wrists expanded – body filling out to complete mass. You stepped back, hands down; quadrupedal, and turned towards the cave entrance, sure of yourself enough to sprint towards it. They needed you NOW – or they weren’t leaving this alive. ***

Four beams of light swept in concentric patterns across the floor, walls and ceiling of the cave. It seemed darker and colder than the one they’d confronted the Outsider in. But pretty – patterns in rock cut and smoothed from millenniums of ancient water ways – the paths weren’t narrow though; it didn’t feel half as claustrophobic. There must have been openings they couldn’t see, as the air smelled clean and fresh, and every so often a soft draft would catch them from the depths of the cave. The majority of the time the four remained quiet; and Ralph assured himself that every time one of them shivered it was the cold – and not fear that he was sure all felt. The occasional verbal communication was to check everyone was close; and to agree on which direction to take – it wasn’t hard, Aldric wasn’t trying to cover his tracks. Ralph supposed he didn’t expect to be followed, or he had the confidence to know if he was found he’d just as easily kill those that stumbled on him. But three of them had come across his kind before and lived; the fourth was at least clued up. Ralph Anderson didn’t plan on dying here either. After about half an hour of careful searching they entered a larger cavernous area, much like a room, and all of them froze. To one end was a semi-circular collection of lights; all in the same UV soft white spectrum. Near to those was a heap of blankets, bundled together in organised chaos; but they were within a ring of piled up silt and dirt that covered the floor. Ralph swept his torch but saw no evidence of bones which would suggest food, hunting, more murders – you had said you didn’t need to eat; you could survive on feelings. The Outsider had and you had announced grief as unsustainable… yet Aldric was perhaps different. Able to sustain himself on something else. Aldric also wasn’t ‘a baby…’ Ralph received the feeling that he was being watched all too late, and a cold tremor ran over his body. From one of the darker corners of the room came the sound of shifting rocks, and an animalistic growl. All of them whirled around, torches gathered on two eyes – iridescent silver. “Shit-!” Ralph was the one to voice what they were all feeling as they backed up; all four of them clicked their safety’s off. “This isn’t good right?”  Hayes’ comment was unhelpful, but it was Holly that came back with; “We’ve done this before. We can do it again.” Yune was the only one to glance down; “Uh, guys!” Ralph let the others call attention to whatever he’d found, he was way more concerned with training his gun on this man. Holly and Hayes did, and then gave each other the same look; the prints in the dirt were not feet or shoes, as they had been elsewhere in this cave, but four clawed and elongated. They were in more trouble than they’d realised. As Aldric stepped into the light of both their torches and the semi-circular arrangement, all Ralph could think was someone had smoothed down and elongated the limbs of a blue-grey crocodile. In this form he stood a little higher off the ground than that – and those razor-sharp teeth and talons told the whole story. He was maybe Ralph-and-a-half should he feel the need to stand on two legs; and it was already apparent by the way Aldric moved across the floor that he was deadly fast. Even though the four of them were getting pushed up into the wall, Ralph kept in front; if Aldric came for them he’d sacrifice himself so they could get a good shot or a head start out of here, whatever it took. Aldric growled again, this time as his mouth opened Ralph noticed those needle like teeth had more than one row and the only thing he could think was ‘this is how I die’. Only Aldric did draw himself up onto two legs; ‘Oh no, this is much worse!’ “Do we think guns will work in here!?” Yune was trying to focus on not making his hands shake. “Hell, maybe we’ll at least bury it under rubble!!” Holly’s voice appeared calmer than Ralph would guess she was. Both of them holding up better than the lawyer, whose face was white and Ralph was thinking Hayes regretted his demands to come along. The shifter wound up, muscles in his back legs poised to spring; Ralph’s finger moved from discipline position to his trigger, swallowing hard. They could get through this, they could… even if only three of them made it out alive. This time the creature roared, echo loud, Hayes took a further step back and connected with sharp rock. Nowhere to go. Aldric sprang. The blur of blue and grey was joined by another call. This one different to the one Aldric was emitting: like no known animal on earth. Blood – or assumedly blood – spattered across the ground as Aldric reeled back from the force of the bulkier shape. Larger, spine far more defined down the slope of its back, and not ending in a tail like Aldric did. It turned, face fairly flat, skull round, just as reptilian with the same ghostly silver, needle teeth jutting out at angles and barely containable. Compared to Aldric this creature was much better proportioned, and the power as it launched itself at him again made Ralph glad that wasn’t what they were facing. Claws ripping through Aldric’s arm once more, before the force of its leap had it skittering off in the direction of the lights. “There’s TWO of them now!?” Hayes had finally found a voice, but Yune was smiling; “Of course there’s two of them!” Ralph didn’t understand why it hadn’t clicked with him before and he turned to Yune almost in shock; “Y/N!?” By the time they all turned back, in place of the creature was something a lot more human; panting, balancing gracefully on one hand as you pushed yourself to standing. Brushing your hair back from your face, eyes still that silver, you dusted yourself off, looking to the darker spot you’d pushed Aldric to. Although no one else in the room had eyes good enough to pierce that darkness, you did, and if he went for them again you would step in. Your wrists still ached, and as you shook them out blood cascaded to the floor; what you really wished you were was self-healing. The human laugh emitted from the dark corner had the group looking from you to him and Aldric stepped out of the shadows. Picture perfect as the day he left; the man on the CCTV Holly had identified. “Y/N… I suppose I should have guessed that.” “I don’t see why. After all, I’d never have guessed you’d be out here murdering humans.” “Don’t you preach to me about their race.” Aldric stretched out, placing a hand over his arm; “Man. That smarts; you’re a little sharper than I remember.” You glared, stalking around him so you ended up in front of your friends. …ex-friends. “Why?” “I got tired of the injustices they get away with, that they’ve always got away with because of us. It was time to stand up.” You planted your feet firmly in front of them, stance strong but wide – showing him you could cover all angles. You weren’t sure you were about to accept that as an excuse; you knew the pain he was talking about and you’d never gone there. Aldric merely scoffed; “Really? You would defend them after what they did to you-!? After what this particular man did to you-?!” You held your nerve, not rising to the bait. Ralph Anderson felt four pairs of eyes on him and at least two of them held a degree of hatred, he shuffled uncomfortably for a second, glad he couldn’t see your face. You opted instead for: “I thought I KNEW you-!!! You’re killing people-!? That makes you no better than the shifter that caused all this-!! For godsake Aldric, we have a child!” You stopped yourself from going any further, eyes pulling from his face momentarily as you frowned; what a human thing to say. Aldric wouldn’t give his angle up, and smirked pointedly: “Oh, we all have our weaknesses, darling.” Your eyes widened, for a second your silver was shot with red at the blind anger that overtook you. You hated him for that, for insinuating that Ralph was yours… the problem was Aldric was right, and he knew it. You were defending the man that had intended to kill you, twice, over the one that had cared for you – maybe even loved you for almost as many years. Ralph would never understand you even if he tried and Aldric was the only one who did… Yet here you were, because you just could not let Detective Anderson go. And you would rather die than lose him. “I want real answers Aldric. Even you must know that there’s only two ways this ends.” “As long as both end with him dead, I’ll take my chances.” Jealousy?! Was that it? After all this time…? Aldric looked like he regretted saying it and cleared his throat, “Don’t you ever get tired, Y/N? Of defending everything they do? It’s not just us, it’s the world, every creature will be driven to extinction by the end of this, just like they tried to do to us. With what consequence? We kill a few of them and we’re the ones that end up hunted to our demise in caves.” “It’s murder.” You knew that feeling, you’d felt it many a time but you had never let it consume you, and Aldric had finally let all his hatred take over. “It’s justice. It’s less than they deserve. And I know you see that.” “If we let you go, you’ll just do it again.” “Well then you have a choice to make, Y/N, because I’ll start with your detective’s friends, just so he can watch, and then I’ll end with him. And if I have to go through you, then I’ll make sure you get to see me kill him. Don’t worry, I’ll go slow – make a spectacle. But really I’d rather you didn’t make me kill a member of my own race.” “Stop it.” “You think I won’t go through with this!?” His talons were already elongating and you swallowed hard – there was no choice, you were standing here because you’d already made it. “Y/N…” Holly tried once, but you shook your head. “Go.” “What?!” “All of you get out of here.” You too entered that between transition: not human, not monster. “Y/N, We’re not leaving you.” Yune didn’t seem like the type to make such a stupid comment, but here he was. “If you don’t leave, you will get caught up in this and you will die. I’m not prepared to take any kind of risk. GO!” Now your voice fluctuated into more of a growl. “As soon as I’m done with you, I’m dragging your detective back here screaming and begging for his life.” Aldric’s eyes were hard. He was glaring through you at Ralph, who was urging the others to leave, and quickly. “You’re not going to fucking touch him.” You heard them shuffle away, catching them in your peripheral, Ralph last. He stilled for a minute and turned back to catch your eye. You gave him five seconds of satisfaction and locked with him – Ralph opened his mouth; you had no idea what to say. If it would even be of consequence, if it would be what you so desperately wanted. Or just good luck, will you be okay, do you want help, do you need this gun? Whatever it was neither of you had time for, and you gave a slight shake of your head. This time his face changed, not stoic, not mad at you, but startlingly apologetic. I’m sorry - two words he’d never got to say, before Ralph backed up, and faded into darkness. You turned back to Aldric, who had been privy to the whole exchange. “Un-fucking-belivable. You still love him.” “You said it yourself, we all have our weaknesses.” You couldn’t deny it. Aldric sneered: “I mean it, when I have you close enough to death to be immobilised, I’ll kill the other three – perhaps even mercifully. Then I will drag his body back in here and it will give me no greater pleasure than to gut him in front of you.” Then he smiled, and it was frightening, wild, one you might expect out of such a killer. “Heck, maybe I’ll even eat this one.” It was the last thing he said before you saw red, and lunged for him. ***

Once outside the group of four weren’t about to admit how in over their heads they were. Scrambling to set up behind cars, weapons trained on the cave entrance. “That was crazy.” Holly was the only one who thought about talking, “You think the one in Tennessee could do that!?” “Maybe…” Yune’s arm twinged at the thought of that particular shootout; “But clearly a lot slower… Ralph!” Detective Anderson by this time was back by his own car; handcuffs in bits, but the blue that covered the floor had him more concerned, and he shifted the dirt around to cover it up. “I’m coming-! Just let me get rid of her DNA…” The other three exchanged looks; now he cares? Or did he always care? Ralph pulled open his trunk and gathered spare guns, before settling with them behind the car. “How long do you think it’ll take?” “We have no way of knowing. They looked so different… But I’m thinking those scratches she gave him were nothing more than grazes. Warnings…” Holly mused, hand over her heart – it was beating far too fast, “It could be a while.” “Maybe we’ll lose both.” Yune’s muse was sad, and he hoped against hope that wouldn’t happen. He still wasn’t prepared to count you amongst them, even when you were one. Hayes’ eyes had hardly left the cave mouth; “Have we considered what happens if the wrong one makes it?” “Give it hell.” Ralph voice nearly shook with anger, and Holly and Yune once again raised eyebrows. Seemed Ralph Anderson wasn’t about to hide his feelings anymore. “…We can’t let it get out of here.” “Especially not if it’s killed her, right?” Yune looked across to him, almost smirking. Ralph didn’t verbally respond, but the nod was enough. It wasn’t long before they were met with a shuffling sound, and the scattering of rocks as they were kicked out of the way by tired feet. “That’s two legs, right?” “With the echo it’s hard to tell.” Holly and Yune listened harder; half minded to throw the safety on. But they both knew that your race could be tricksy; there was no way they could risk that move. “It sounds hurt.” Hayes’ mouth pressed into a thin line, “Let’s just hope we want to help it!” Sure enough eventually it was you that hobbled into view; though in the state you were in it really could have been anyone. Covered in red and blue blood from head to foot you were clutching your right arm, which seemed to be hanging fairly uselessly by your side, and you were certainly limping. Honestly, between the four of them it was hard to tell who was the most overjoyed – despite the initial reaction of horror at your presentation, they were all grateful to see you standing there. The way you felt could not be more different. There wasn’t a part of you that didn’t hurt, physically and emotionally. At this point there probably wasn’t much of you that wasn’t bleeding. And despite the fact that walking back to the entrance all you could think was ‘He had it coming. He brought it upon himself. He’d kill your friends if you’d have let him go. He’d have done WORSE’. You still lamented at having to kill yet another shapeshifter just to protect them. They were good people, and he was a murderer that much was true; but it was affecting you deeply. Aldric and you had created a life together – and your heart was broken. Yet another one of an ancient species struck from existence – maybe you were all too dangerous to be kept alive… Even when you were trying to do good. Your eyes were still shining in silver, but part of that could have been accented by the blur of tears. Ralph Anderson had never felt like a bigger fucking idiot.  For a moment you had never looked more stunning or beautiful, even though you were injured, limping, covered in blood and still seemed like a threat – more than one shifter tell still in play. Therefore Ralph was the first one to move from behind the car, running across the path to you. The movement itself spiked your adrenaline, body throwing you into a defensive stance as he slowed to a stop beside you. Your eyes were hard and cold: somehow you were also scarier than any time he’d previously seen you like this. The power in you to still be standing right now; how many years and lives you’d lived to be here right now, with him. Just human. Flesh and blood and bone and nothing all that special compared to what was in front of him. You’d given him your heart and he’d never really returned it. Ralph got the feeling you’d never wanted it back. You stood for a few seconds, feeling like far longer, staring at each other. It felt like you were between saying something snarky to him, or half expecting him to shoot one of his many you’re not human phrases at you. He wanted to, of course he did, but not for any reason you’d think. Instead neither happened, and Ralph grabbed you, one hand into your hair and one on the small of your back, his lips crashed onto yours. You made one small noise of surprise and complaint, before you pushed through the pain; closing your eyes and letting tears run. Just about able to tangle your left hand in his jacket as he supported your body. The (arguably) best four years of your life flooded your head immediately. It had been so long that his kiss felt foreign, even though it was so familiar. How many times had you relived this… wished for this in your head? Granted, this was never exactly how it happened – but then in your wildest dreams you weren’t sure you’d ever expected it to happen. Ralph didn’t care that there was blood all over you, that all he could taste was metallic, a little too much iron, flavours he’d never tasted in his life – he’d attribute that to your non-human DNA – he needed that kiss. YOU needed that kiss. He loved you. He loved you so much, he always had. It had prevented him from pulling the trigger twice – but it was also why he had so much anger and felt so much heartbreak. Why he was so glad that you were here right now. He broke the kiss slow and delicate, so as not to hurt you anymore, but didn’t exactly pull back; his forehead against yours as you opened your eyes. Ralph was crying, and you knew why, you knew exactly where this was going and you’d let him say what he thought he had to. “I’m sorry… I’m so, so sorry… Y/N… I… I don’t know how you’re ever going to forgive me. And Geez, if you never do then I get it. I don’t deserve you to, but I…” he shook his head “I never stopped loving you. I didn’t. I don’t know if I hated you because of that, or… because what I’d caused to happen. I’m not worthy of your forgiveness either, but- I’m sorry… I just… I’m so sorry.” You did pull slightly away from him, eyes returning to a far more natural colour as you studied Ralph hard. There was a lot you had to say; certainly nothing that could be fixed with the words or kisses that spilled from his lips. Ralph Anderson would, in time, earn your trust back. But he’d never lose your love – and he knew that, somewhere in his heart he knew that. You sighed; “Don’t you think it’s a little too late for sorry?” You shook your head, but as you stilled, you smiled: “I forgive you...” “C-Can we go home? C-can we start over?” “Home?” You tilted your head, “You may take me back to Cherokee City. But as for your other request, I’d quite like to pick up where we left off, Ralph Anderson.” “I…I think I can do that.” “Wait- I have a request of my own.” You took those steps back into his body. “Yes?” “Kiss me, again?” You nearly got a laugh out of him, and you would take it, as his arms wound around you again and you felt his lips back on yours. Your relationship would have to heal, but would probably take a little less time to do so than your body would. There would be a lot of learning to be done; but you could both do it. You could both fix your mistakes. There was a light at the end of that tunnel and you could walk through this together. In all your lifetimes, every lover that had come and gone no matter how long or short, you’d known as soon as you met him that there would never be another Ralph Anderson. And you were right. But there was no one else’s hand you would rather be holding down this road. And you couldn’t wait to live the rest of his life with him.

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I know this one is a big one but thank you SO much for reading it!🙊💕 It really does mean the world to me, and if you can give this series some love I’d really appreciate it, I do feel like this is some of my best writing...

You guys are so great! Thank you for sticking with me!

#Ralph Anderson #The Outsider #The Outsider HBO #Ben Mendelsohn #HBOs the Outsider #Ralph Anderson x Reader #Shifter!Reader #Ralph Anderson x Shifter!Reader #All of these are going on my side blog too #Dia #180 #I think they'll probably graduate onto AO3 too its just too good a premise to leave here #I'm sad to finish them but I'm also thinking it's worth a quick 4th follow up #LITERALLY every emotion Ralph Anderson feels in this fic is in that first gif! #K.W.S.H is clearly /Kenneth William Samuel Hayes/ if you thought I wasn't getting that in ;) #Also my favourite line is probably /I'm from Georgia sweetie. Of course I do/ #Team 10K #Its better not to think about what may happen to clothes when they shift... #im just gonna say it - I love Aldric. A lot. #If I had any drawing skills at all I'd draw him and Dia together... buuut I don't! #So if I had an editor they'd probably tell me to cut Hayes completely. And i'd understand that... #...BUT I JUST wanted him to have a decent Arc like he did in the book! So here he is! #(Also like I say - he has my favourite line so...!) #Aldric & Dia's adventures... coming... soon? Maybe?

[bepp-ers]

Headcanons #3 [Quirk- Panda! Edition]

so, this was requested by a v cute anon and oml i just-- i wanna draw this panda girl :)) also it was specifically requested fem so that is what i shall be doing. so, quirk- panda, what is it? 

You have big fuzzy panda ears which give you remarkable hearing, and you’re an exceptional climber. You can climb any surface, no matter how steep, and overall you’re just a cutie. And in the last one you have a few black circles going under your eyes. No homo tho. ;)

Bakugo:

Well, Bakugo doesn’t associate with ‘cute’

I mean, it’s just not very intimidating or something a guy like him would look at and go

“i need that”

But oh boy when he met you that changed

Look, you have panda ears

He had a sudden urge to just

cuddle

the

panda

Do Not Ask WhyTM

He doesn’t know himself

But he’ll be damned if he’s giving into those urges

Until, of course...

It was lunchtime, you were sat at a table (next to Bakugo of course) and eating your food. There were a few others at the table, but Bakugo was mostly focused on you.

Once again he was wondering what they felt like- your ears, that is. Were they soft? Were they fluffy? Or were they smooth? Did they feel like velvet? Or silk? He had to know. But he just couldn’t bring himself to ask.

That was until Kirishima asked you about it. It was a throwaway comment, something like- “Hey, [Name], what’s it like having different ears?”

And boom. Suddenly everyone wanted to touch them. You didn’t mind much, it was mostly the girls who just wanted to know what they felt like. Mina often compared them to her horns, so it was fine.

That was until a certain ash-blond reached over and gently tweaked one of them. You went slightly pink and smiled. “Wow, Katsuki, didn’t take you to be that kinda guy.” 

At that he realised what he was doing, and hastily yanked his hand away. “I- Shut it, Fuzzy! That’s- you-!” He spluttered, much to your amusement. 

You simply reached over and placed his hand back on your ears. “You’re way too obvious, all ya had to do was ask.” He grumbled quietly, but never actually said he didn’t want to, so... ;)

Mina:

Oh lord

You’ll never get away from her hands

That’s not a bad thing either

She’s just smitten with the idea of her crush having these cute round ears

Also

Horns, ears, same thing!

She loves the similarities between the two of you

And she’s not afraid to show it, either

Like everyday after school, you were hanging around Mina’s house. Her mum always bought ready-made bamboo shoots for you (yes, they’re a real thing) so that was a bonus.

The only sound that could be heard was crunching, as well as the occasional sound from the game Mina was playing. Your head was resting on her shoulder as you watched the little character run around whacking Boon with their bug net.

You flushed a crimson feeling her hand run through your hair and then over the back of your ears. It wasn’t the first time, but it sometimes caught you off guard.

“Whassamatter, hon?” She giggled, making you grin. “You need to warn me when you do that, y’know?” “Yep, just teasing. You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

Tsuyu:

Not exactly the kind of person you’d expect to gain a crush, but here she is

This lil froggy is just so happy that she found another person with an animal quirk to be honest

You’re no exception, you want to know just how similar you two are

She genuinely cares for you and wants to take her time, too

After all, loosing you isn’t an option

Her favourite thing to do is hold your hand, because then she see you and keep you close

It can be hard to know what she’s thinking

But you’re one of the few people who can figure it out

Rain. You didn’t really like it. Pandas aren’t exactly known for their love of water, so it made sense. However your cute froggy friend did.

“[Name], I thought you’d gone home kero.” Speaking of which, she’d just spotted you standing at the edge of Heights Alliance, waiting and watching.

“Hey, I’m just waiting for this god damned rain to end. I didn’t bring an umbrella, see.” She nodded thoughtfully, and then produced something from her bag.

A dark green umbrella. Oh. 

“Here, want to share mine, kero?” “Aw, Tsu, you’re too kind.” You grinned, stepping closer. The height difference was something you loved to joke about, and Tsuyu secretly liked the fact that you were taller.

She held the umbrella in her left hand, and took yours in her right. You gave a small squeeze of reassurance. “What would I do without you, hm?”

Denki:

Crushes were normal for Denki

He’d liked practically every girl (and maybe even guy) he’d seen

He at least flirted with them

But with you it was different

It was like he used up all of his electricity and was in constant idiot mode around you

He can’t help it!

Poor bean, he just wants to impress you

But he usually just ends up dropping whatever he’s holding or tripping over his shoelaces

You found it pretty cute, not gonna lie

To you, he was like a ray of sunshine

Always smiling and goofing off

And that clumsiness? 

*smack sound*

N i c e

He just wants to spend all his time with you, not even in a romantic way sometimes

He loves your energy and personality more than anything

So!! Cute!! And!! Nice!!

“Hey, [Name], watch this!” You leant across the back of your chair, watching the blonde balance a pen on his nose. 

“You look like an idiot.” His eyes widened slightly and he tipped his head a little too far back, resulting in him being jabbed in the eye. His face erupted in red as he blinked the ache away.

“Aha, oops?” You simply shook your head, with a small eye-roll. “Yep, definitely an idiot.” You stated, getting up and sitting besides him.

“Your my idiot though.” You giggled, giving a chaste kiss to his cheek, causing his blush to worsen (in a good way.)

“Wheyy...”

Jiro:

A crush you say?

Nope

Nuh-uh

“i’vE ALREADY SAID IT’S NOT A CRUSH I JUST ADMIRE HER JACKASS!”

Jiro isn’t usually so worked up about things, but...

Bby just wants to deny her feelings

There’s no way you’d like her back

You’re so pretty and funny

And smart, kind, friendly, open, comforting...

Jiro could go on for hours about how great you were

In a completely non-romantic way of course!!

“Face the facts girl. You’ve got it baaad.”

With a sigh she might just have to accept her own feelings

“Does she like me back, though?”

“Who?” Jiro flinched in her seat, and Kirishima snickered. “Oh, looks like I’ve gotta shoot off. See you Jiro, take care of her for me [Name]!” Oh Kiri, you evil wing-man.

“So what were you two talking about?” You inquired, despite the fact that you already knew. Eavesdropping is easy with two big fluffy ears. 

“Er- nothing too important, just stuff.” She said nonchalantly. You almost believed her, were it not for the fact that you literally heard her confess for you mere moments ago.

“Alrighty then. Hey, you wanna know something?” You beckoned for her to lean closer, and when she did, you whispered in her ear.

“The best part of having a panda quirk is that I can hear things even when I’m not there. That being said, you free on Saturday?”

You’d never seen her show so much emotion, yet here Jiro was, cheeks dusted pink and a small smile on her lips.

Todoroki:

This lad is starved of love

All kinds

So naturally he has no idea what to do when he realises he might be falling for you

His father would definitely not approve, but if anything that made it all the more better

You were a good listener

With ears like those, it was kind of a given to be frank

And there was another thing, too

You also had markings on your face

Maybe the way you got them was different, but they were there

Little black circles under your eyes, decreasing in size as they went inwards

You weren’t a massive fan, usually you covered them with makeup but he loved them

And you weren’t going to lie, having someone like him around was nice

Perhaps a teeny bit of chemistry??

Just a smidge :)

You didn’t think he could be so sweet also, but you couldn’t be more wrong

Knock!

It was one of those days. Listening to music, and applying the perfect amount of concealer to hide those markings. It wasn’t that you hated the way you looked all the time, it was just... them. 

They didn’t suit you, in your opinion, and you felt rather self conscious of them. You cursed, seeing that there was no concealer left. All you’d done was swatch it on your arm!

“Fuck...” You mumbled to yourself, flopping backwards on the bed. Ah well, you’d ask to borrow some from Momo tomorrow maybe. At least here in your dorm no-one could see you and your face right now.

Knock!

‘Well smack me sideways, whyyy?’ You groaned, but got up and padded to the door anyway. 

What a pleasant surprise. “Eyo, Shouto, what’s up pal?” You let him into your room, flopping down on your bed and patting the space next to you so he could sit.

Befriending the icy guy was difficult but rewarding, as he was a true friend. Maybe even more, with that look...

“I’m bored. I wanted to see you.” Alright, forward much? You grinned, batting your seal plush out of the way and leaning a little on your pillow(s). “That’s great, but you caught me at a horrible time.”

“Oh really?” “Mm, ran out of concealer.” He gave you a quizzical look. “Which product is that?” You stifled a laugh. “The one I use to cover these,”

You pointed to your markings, and he sighed. “Do you have to? They’re part of you, are you really going to pretend they don’t exist forever?” 

“Yep, my hero suit is designed like that for a reason. But you know all that.” He hummed. “Yeah, I do. But it doesn’t stop me from questioning your choices. I think you should leave them.”

Ah, that was Todoroki. Blunt as a butter knife. You rolled your eyes, covering your markings with your hands unconsciously. “They’re ugly and I hate them. I was reading into surgery you can get, like tattoo removal for people who dislike the way their quirks make them look. I might get--”

You couldn’t finish you sentence as he had shushed you with one hand. 

“[Name] for goodness sake, they look amazing. Do not get surgery, they are part of you and every last inch of you is perfect to me. Please quit covering them up, I love them- and you.”

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so, what did you think? i’m kinda tired today so some of them might be kinda ooc, but hey thats what headcanons are for. hope you enjoyed anon, i’m pleased with these.

also i finally settled on a headcanons format. i’ve been experimenting with the last few and i think this is gucci

also also sorry i didn’t do oneshots this week, i’m kinda abandoning my schedule cos school and my wattpad account. can’t manage all three lmao. welp bye no homo love ya

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#bnhaheadcanons #bnha #bnhaxreader #bnhaxfem!reader #bakugou katsuki #minaashido #tsuyuasui #denkikaminari #jirokyoka #todorokishouto #your-lover-academia

[angrypixie-sarisa]

The one where he’s back

Piedras rodantes pt. 22

Sam xMexican!Witch!fem!readerx Dean (polyamorous)

Summary: Guess who’s back? Souless Sam, bby!

Warnings: cursing, both english and spanish.

You were dreaming, you were sure you were dreaming. What else could it be? Sam was back and you were laying with him on your couch, he was laying on top of you, his head resting on your chest, speaking softly. I missed you; you heard him say as he passed his fingertips through your side.

“You’re not here.” You whispered to him. To which he pressed light feather kisses onto your chest. Tears started to form in your eyes. This is a dream, it’s just a dream. 

“You’re not… you can’t… you…” 

“Y/N.” Your name rolled out of his mouth, the syllables sounded bittersweet as they repeated again and again. 

You started to open your eyes. Your head was pounding, your mouth felt dry and your eyes were definitely watery. 

“Mi cabeza.” You whispered. You blinked a couple of times, the tears streamed down your cheeks. As your vision adjusted, you made out your surroundings. The roof you were looking at had already peeled away most of the paint. Light came through the windows that were barely covered by planks of wood. Everything was covered in dust. The furniture smelled old and looked old, but the most noticeable thing was the bed you were placed in. It squeaked however the mattress felt knew and the covers and pillow too. You took your time, placed your palms against it as well as your soles. Your right foot started to tingle.

Who do you belong to? You heard someone’s breathing, making you sit up. Your breath hitched as you let out a shaky breath. There was a figure sitting at the edge of the bed, not facing you. All the familiarity was gone; your memory brought back the shape of the body but something felt off. That could not possibly be Sam Winchester. 

Sam turned around; still sitting in the mattress you were placed on, smiling at you, without his usual warm glint. He intended to wrap a hand around your ankle; his empathic soothing face almost equal to the real Sam’s and you almost gave in, almost. 

“Don’t touch me!” 

He opened his mouth maybe to explain, maybe to lie but that groan wasn’t his. You realized you two weren’t alone in the room. And as you felt happy you also feared. 

Dean woke up, groggy, he felt heavy and stupid and he was having a hard time focusing his view. When his vision cleared off, his gaze immediately landed on his brother as it sloppily followed your scared body behind him. 

The younger Winchester was no longer paying you attention as he focused on his brother.

“Hey, Dean.” He said. He gave him a few seconds to react, before he chuckled and stood up from the bed. 

“I was expecting uh… I don’t know, a hug, some holy water in the face, something.” You tried to get up the mattress as well, but the journey to the edge of it was long, exhausting and nauseating. 

Sam turned around to give you a glanze. “Careful, you could still fall and I think you won’t appreciate that.” The tone on his voice was sweet and soft, however a voice in your head screamed DEAD and you could not ignore it. 

“So I’m dead?” Dean asked, focused on his brother, who laughed at the guess of the situation. 

“This is heaven? Yellow eyes killed me and…”

“Yellow eyes?” Asked Sam. 

Yellow eyes? Well Dean had to be more specific with that, you knew plenty of demons with yellow eyes. 

“That’s what you saw?”

“Saw?”

“You were poisoned, both of you. So whatever kind of crazy crap you think you’ve been seeing, it’s not real.”

You held your breath and for the first time, you and Dean locked eyes. You both wore confused expressions. He scanned your figure, taking in the way you were hugging yourself. It was different than when your arm ached, it was as if you were comforting yourself from something. Maybe a nightmare. 

“So then are you real? Or am I still-?”

“I’m real.” He moved so he could look at both of you. He talked and looked like Sammy, but something felt off. He didn’t feel like Sammy. 

“Here, let me save you the trouble.” He murmured. And the way he said it, it sounded angry, as if it was such a pain to do whatever he was planning on doing next. 

He took out a pocket knife and cut his forearm, revealing his red thick blood as it streamed down the limb. Next he opened a package of salt and poured some in a plastic container with holy water in it, taking a sip in front of your eyes. 

“All me. That’s nasty.” He said once he was done. 

Dean stood up, with an effort, not taking his eyes off of his so called brother. You tried to get up as well, but whatever poison they had used on you, it was really potent. Your legs still felt like jelly, but you still made the effort to at least sit at the edge of the bed.

“Sammy?” Dean asked, hurt present in his face. 

“Yeah, it’s me.” 

He neared him slowly at first before hugging him tightly, but the hug didn’t last long.

“Wait a minute, wait a minute. You were gone. i mean, that was it. How the hell are you-?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” 

“Was it Castiel?” Your voice sounded raspy, you cleared your throat several times but it was no use.

Both men turned to you, intensity in their eyes. “You tell me, I’ve been calling. Cass hasn’t answered my prayers. I don’t know where he is.” 

You shared a look with the older Winchester. You didn’t know if Dean had any communication with the angel anymore but you knew for certain that Cas always answered your prayers.

“I mean, I was down there. And then next minute is raining and I’m lying in that field, alone. It’s kinda hard to look for whatever’s saved you  when you have no leads.... But i looked. I mean, believe me, I looked.” Sam said, stealing glances between the two of you.  

“For weeks.”

Your body tensed. It was his shadow you saw the other day at the coffee house. It was his scent the wind blew at you at the street or park. He had been there the whole time.You were not paranoid all this time, you were not going insane. All those nights crying your way into sleep, crying in someone’s shoulder, they were because of him. Your jaw clenched and suddenly you had the strength to get out of bed and stand on your own feet. Your steps might had stumbled for a second, nonetheless you were standing straight and firm, looking fiercely at the man who caused you so many pain after his so called death. 

“Wait, weeks? How long have you been back? How long have you been back, Sam?” And as you could see, you were not the only one angry at him.

“About a year.” 

“Hijo de tu pinche madre. You’ve been back practically this whole time? And you didn’t think of calling? ¡¿No se te ocurrió algo más que dejarme como pendeja llorando mientras te estabas pavoneando por quién sabe dónde, haciendo quién sabe qué?!” You furiously walked to stand in front of him as you grabbed him by the collar of his flannel and tugged him down so he could look at you. 

“You let me think I was going crazy. You let me think I was mourning so bad I was seeing you everywhere. ¡Y ahora resulta que el puñetas hijo de la chingada estaba jugando conmigo! ¡¿Por qué?! ¡Dime, por qué, o te juro que te arranco esas uvas que llamas huevos, pinche cabrón de mierda!” With the end of every sentence, you shook him, trying to see something else than that feigned startled face. You even considered kicking him in the nuts and you would’ve had, if Dean hadn’t pulled you away. 

“¡No, suéltame, chingada madre! ¡Le voy a meter un vergazo, le voy a meter una putiza!”

“Hey! Hey! Calm down!”

“Don’t tell me to calm down! ¡A ti también te voy a putear no más porque me dijiste que me calmara!”

“Hey! Easy! What do you mean going crazy? You saw him?” He had locked your arms tight at each side of your body with his arm, while his free hand was placed gently on top of your head. The gentle touch felt weird given the situation, but you hadn’t realized you started to cry. 

You took in shaky breaths; you bit your lip so you wouldn’t break into sobs. You breathed in another shaky breath before nodding. 

“Yeah, sometimes. At the grocery store, I always felt observed or when I went for a coffee, heck, I even thought I’d seen him nearby my shop.” Dean turned towards Sam, who still was watching you were you left him. 

“You were here the whole time. What did you lose the ability to send a text message?!” Now Dean had the chance to show how devastated he was as well. His brother was never dead and he hadn’t bothered to go and find him. Hell, find Bobby, find him, find his girl, the loved ones he left behind. Instead he was running around doing who knows what and playing mind games. It wasn’t fair, if you hadn’t blowed up he might as well had and instead of him trying to hold you back it would be you holding him back.

“You finally had what you wanted, Dean.”

“I wanted my brother!” He felt you tensed up, he still wasn’t sure if letting you go was the best decision.

“We wanted you alive!” He completed. If he wasn’t planning on letting you go just yet, he at least could speak for both of you. 

“You wanted a family.” Sam’s voice; it was his voice, it sounded so calm, it was alien of him and it was what was bothering you the most.“For long time, maybe the whole time. I know you. You only gave it up because of the way we lived. But you had something, you were building something. Had I showed up, Dean, you would’ve just run off.”He sighed. 

You felt Dean gulp, his arm tensing around you. You were both so hurt and angry. Sam’s eyes locked with your wet furious ones, then he looked at his brother and then took you both in. 

“I’m sorry. But it felt like after everything, you deserved some regular life.”

“Yeah. But what about Y/N, Sam? Maybe I deserved a regular life but what-”

“About me. My life wasn’t regular and you know it. So why wouldn’t you come to me? You were fine lurking in the shadows. What, hoping that I wouldn’t get over you?” You were still taking deep breaths, but Dean felt that it was safer now to finally let you go, so he did. He took a step back, processing all the information. 

Sam took a step in your direction. 

“Don’t come near me. You can easily explain from where you are.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I wanted to come to you, many times. But you guys became friends and when i made up my mind it was too late. I couldn’t let Dean live his life and have one with you anymore. Not if I wanted him to have the chance and I wanted him to.”

“So you settled with making me go crazy.” You scoffed, glaring daggers at him. “Charming.”

“I know. I settled for -as you said lurking in the shadows- and watching you from afar and you almost caught me sometimes.” he paused. “I’m sorry.”

Your heart softened a little at his words. The tiniest bit. Your head was still thinking death and resentment.

“I’m gonna find whoever brought you back and give them a good demonstration of how much pain I can be able to inflict.” At that, he chuckled. 

“I wouldn’t expect less.”

“Wait, so what have you been doing?” Dean came to stand next to you. His brother sat on the edge of the bed again as he explained, paying you more attention now and always stealing glances at you.

“Hunting.”

“You left us alone and were flying solo?”

“Not solo.”

“What?” You both asked in unison.

“I hooked up with some other people.”

“You were working with strangers?” The older Winchester didn’t believe what he was hearing.

“They’re more like family.”

“Yeah, sure. The only way they could be your family is if…” You started, then trailed off. His expression changed. This whole time you were looking at him, analyzing his face, his corporal language. The whole time he had been honest or at least it seemed like it. 

“They’re here.” 

He went and opened the door of the bedroom, walking out of it with you following behind him. 

There was an empty room or hall that had a big doorway towards what seemed a dining room, which had  a table with scattered papers all over it, guns, knives and people around it. 

Auras, everywhere. That’s what you saw next. The poison had your abilities numbed but now they were back in the game and it felt as if it was the first time you had embraced them. There were colors everywhere, reds, oranges, deep blues and lots of yellows. 

“Why is there so much yellow?” You whispered. The brothers gave you an odd look. 

The woman that was the nearest to you turned your way and extended her hand. “Hey.” You looked at her hand and hesitated. Lucky for you, Sam stepped in, handing you a pair of leather gloves. You questioned him with a look but took them gladly. Once you had them on you shook her hand. 

She nodded with an awkward smile in her face. “I’ll try not to take that personally.”

“You shouldn’t, it’s just better this way, I am not in the best shape yet.” Dean casted you a glance. You knew he had questions, as maybe everyone had, but for now they had to wait.

Next she shook Dean’s hand. “My God, you have delicate features for a hunter.” She said. 

“Excuse me?”

“Dean, Y/N, Gwen Campbell.” Sam introduced you.

“Glad to meet, Sam’s been going on and on and on.”

“This is Christian.” He pointed at the one in front of you.“And Mark. Campbell.” He pointed at a guy at the far end of the table.

“Campbell? As if in…” Your voice was nothing than a whisper then, it was still dry and all that yelling did it no good.

“Like in, uh-” Dean started.

“Like your mom.” Christian said, before handing you a bottle of water. You smiled at him, thanking him with a nod while Sam explained the genealogy. 

“I thought all mom’s relatives were gone. And i’m sorry, it’s just, you know… Why didn’t we know about any of you?”

“Because they didn’t know about you.” You were immediately flooded by a greyish blue, you couldn’t see anything but the color. You resisted the urge to throw up as you turned around to where the voice had sounded. 

“Not until I brought you all together.”

“Samuel.” 

“Come here.” Both men hugged. At least you thought they were hugging. 

Sam’s hand landed on your, compared to the size of that giant, tiny shoulder. He squeezed it gently then you turned your head to look him in the eye. But all you could see was that damn color. He cleared his throat. “Are you alright?” Then the color changed. It was pure grey, changing light to dark and then light again, over and over.

“Guys, give me a moment with my grandsons.”

“That’s a great idea.” You said, following the footsteps out of the room. 

A hand caught your naked wrist, making you hiss and turn to get rid of the touch as the nausea intensified. “Back off!” 

Dean saw your eyes, they were clouded grey, no pupil in sight. What was happening to you? He frowned and cleared his throat. He then saw your figure relax as he said: “You don’t have to go.”

“I think it’s better that she does.” Sam said.

“What is wrong with you?”

“No. He’s right. I need um…”

“She needs to recover, alone.” he completed. 

“I’ll be in the room. I’m… Sorry, I shouldn’t have… Sorry, Dean.” With that you made your way towards the room. You knew their cousins were silently asking Sam questions, but he still made sure they left you alone, the less energy the quicker you could adjust to your abilities again.

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You were lying in bed, holding your head in your hands, taking deep breaths as the color dissipated. The nassau was gone, but that only meant your senses were next, You could already hear the conversations. 

First it was the Campbell’s. They were talking about you and how Sam had told them that you were a witch, which yes, it made them nervous. That’s why when you had yelled at Dean they had panicked, trying to resist the urge to grab their guns and point them at you. But then you apologized and that was what threw them off. They still didn't know what you could actually do, they thought of you as a regular witch, however they trusted Sam’s word when he had told them they needn’t worry about you. 

Then you heard the conversation between granpa and grandsons. You were poisoned by Djinn. Apparently Sam was doing his job as a hunter too well and ended up pissing them off, so they targeted you and Dean. Great. Anger boiled up beneath your skin again. You were already heading out when you heard the calls of the older Winchester. When he saw you emerge from the room he opened his mouth to explain, but you cut him off. 

“I know. Let’s go.”

“Y/N, I think it’s best if you sit this one…” Sam said as he kept up with your pace, landing beside you.

“No way. If those bastards were ever to get near the perimeter I could sense them before they could put a single foot in the porch I would know.”

“Damn, having a witch in the team looks like fun.” Gwen whispered to Christian and you heard him agree with her, though Mark didn’t sound so excited about it.

“Thank you.” You called before turning to look at them. Your eyes weren’t gray anymore and you could see their auras without clashing on you.

“You also seem like fun.”

Lucky for all of you, Lisa and Ben where fine when you arrived. A little shaken and serious when Dean told them to pack their bags. Even more when they saw Sam was back. That’s when Lisa turned her gaze towards you and in that moment the past jealousy and space between you two disappeared with one single unspoken question. Are you okay? You gave her a stiff nod, before gulping and excusing yourself. Your senses were still sharp, you figured you were far more useful outside the house rather than inside. 

Thankfully, you didn’t stay there for long. Dean tooked them with Bobby’s and you and Sam tagged along. Both you and Dean wanted to see the reaction on Bobby’s face upon seeing the resurrected. Pinche nazareno, you thought every time you stole a glance at him.

Lisa and Ben were already heading upstairs. Ben casted you a look, asking if you were to tag along. You shook your head but gave him a reassuring smile. Before they could disappear completely you took a book out of your bag and handed it to him. 

“Here. It’s better than Bobby’s collection.” 

He took the book and inspected the cover, then he thanked you and disappeared upstairs with his mom. 

“Heroes of Olympus?” Dean interrogated you. 

“Why do you have the book with you? How does it even fit in that tiny bag?”

“I assume you’ve never read Harry Potter or watched the movies. The briefest explanation is that Hermione has a spell that practically expands the insides of her bag and I wanted that as well. And that book is great, so don’t come after me.”

“One single book can’t be better than my collection, how dare you?”

You sighed. “Bobby, your spanish is better than your collection.”And for what seemed like a long  time, Dean cracked a smile again. He knew you had helped Bobby with cases and research and that you both kept in touch. He couldn’t help but imagine more ways you would sass the hunter. But as soon as the smile came it left as he reminded why he was there. 

“So…” He said as Sam appeared at the door and the look at Bobby’s face was not what you both were expecting. 

“Hey, Bobby.” Sam said, nonchalantly. Instead of a wild, hurt expression, the hunter simply acknowledged him with a nod and by his name. 

You bit your lip from the inside and took a deep breath. “Hijos de su puta madre.” 

“Yeah.” Dean said while nodding and glaring at the hunter. “Ditto.”

“How long?” Dean asked. You were all at the living room, you sat between Sam and Bobby. Sam’s hand rested on your knee as the other one bounced up and down. You were newly mad again, not only at him but at Bobby as well. You couldn’t stand his touch on you, so you moved aggressively your knee out of his touch. 

“How long?” Dean asked again, more impatiently as his father figure got distracted with your treatment towards the resurrected. 

“All year.” Bobby admitted in defeat. 

“Ah, que bonitos.” 

“You gotta be kidding me.”

“And I’d do it again.” 

“Why?!”

“Oh, I would love to hear that. Why would you let us go through this again, Bobby?” You asked with a feigned sweet tone. 

He turned to look at you and you batted your eyelashes, though the gesture looked more fierce than flirty with the crooked smile you wore.

“Because you got out, Dean. You walked away form the life and I was so damn grateful you got no idea.” He said, then he turned to you. “And I gotta admit, you, you took me by surprise, you were more straightforward than Sam was. You came and explained everything before he did. Heck I scolded him after we talked. But he said you had already met Dean. Forgive me for being selfish, sweetheart, but as I said, I’d do it again.” 

You clenched your jaw. 

“Of course.” It was the only thing you could say. Of course he chose happiness for Dean. But hadn’t anyone thought about telling you to keep it a secret? During that time you weren’t even friends with Dean, you both hated each other. But then it hit you. Would you rather have Sam and lose Dean? You clenched your fists and jaw at the question. No. Because that was not Sam. 

“Do you have any clue what walking away meant for me?”

“Yeah. A woman and a kid and not getting your guts ripped out at age 30, that’s what it meant.”

“That woman and that kid… I went to them because you asked me to.” The older one blamed the younger. 

“Good.” Said the hunter as Sam remained silent. 

“Good for who? I showed up at their doorstep half out of my head with grief. God knows why they even let me in. I drank too much, I had nightmares.” 

You stood up, you couldn’t bare anymore sitting beside him. You took in the picture as you walked around the room, arms crossed, glaring here and there. Bobby, you knew, was a little ashamed, but you couldn’t believe Sam wasn’t the one arguing with his brother. Dean had told you about their dynamic before and this wasn’t how he usually reacted to conflict.

“I looked everywhere. I collected hundreds of books trying to find anything to bust you out.”

“You promised you’d leave it alone.” The resurrected said, calmly. 

“Of course I didn’t. Sue me.” He turned to the hunter on his right. “A damn year? You couldn’t put me out of my misery?”

When you glared again at Sam he was already looking at you. You felt cold beneath his gaze, you shifted and started to walk again. As you moved closer to where Dean was standing you saw spots of red and blue all over the place except one spot, where his brother was sitting. 

You had enough of yelling for the day. So you left the living room and went upstairs. Just as you were to knock on the door of the room it opened. 

“Ay, perdón.” 

Lisa smiled softly. “It’s alright. You wanted to come in?”

“I wanted to check on you guys.”

“That’s you, Y/N?” You heard Ben’s voice. Both Lisa and you laughed softly as she stepped back to let you in before heading down herself. 

“So how’s the book?” You asked as you sat down on the floor next to the bed where he was laying. 

“Honestly, I couldn’t read it, yet.” 

You hummed. “Having too much in your mind, kiddo?” The only response was a sigh before the room fell in silence. That’s when you picked up on the conversation at the end of the stairs.

“You can’t outrun your past.” That was the older Winchester’s voice. 

“You’re saying goodbye.” 

Ah, no. No matter in how much pain he was in right at the moment. The past was past. He didn’t know the Djinn were coming and he didn’t have a way of knowing. That wasn’t something he could control. More importantly, how the fuck did he think his family would remain safe if he wasn’t there to protect them? They could be at risk with or without him. You were already sensing the topic of the conversation and it made you mad. 

“Listen, Ben.” You said as you retrieved from the conversation of the couple. The kid sat up on the bed so he could look at you. 

“Things are tough right now. It’s a rough patch, but it’s only that. So please, I’m asking you to never be one of those guys who thinks his loved ones are safer without him than with him, because that’s a bunch of crap. You know what that is?” 

He was at lost of words, he didn’t expect the conversation to go this way, but he didn’t need to answer you. “That’s giving up. Because if you really love someone you make things work. And if someone ever dares to give up on you without even trying, I want you to fight. Not them, but fight for you. I want you to fight and dodge everything life throws at you to put you down. You hear me? What would happen if Dean and I couldn’t get to you? I want you to know how to defend yourself and your mom.” He kept nodding at everything you said. Your gaze and your words were so intense it was hard not to pay attention to them. He saw you dig in your purse until you took out a long dark wood box. 

“What’s that?”

You sighed. “This is something I want you to have.” You opened it so you could reveal the knife that was inside. “Look, I need to talk to your mom and to Dean about this but, if they say yes, it’s yours.” 

“Wow.” The kid’s eyes glinted in excitement. You took it out of its carved velvet spot and handed it to him, offering him the carved wooden handle that was the same color as the box. It was your catch-it-all knife, the blade was made of silver and it had special carving on it. You rarely used it, but it would be a lie to say you hadn’t taken the lives of some monsters you couldn’t befriend and decided to engage in a life to death fight.

“What does it mean?”

“That I can’t tell you until they approve of you having the knife. If they do, Ben, this isn’t a toy, okay? This is only for special situations when your life or your mom’s or both are in great danger. If they’re threatened that’s when you get to use it and I hope you never get to. But I’d rather have you know how to handle a knife and not using the skill than having you needing to use it and not knowing how.”

He nodded again, understanding how serious the topic was. “The box has compartments with the polishing and sharpening kit.”

“Where did you get it?” 

At that a proud smile was drawn on your face. “I made it.”

“You did?”

You nodded. You heard the conversation stop. It was a matter of time for Lisa to come back. 

“Listen champ, I’ll talk to them. And I’ll also show your mom how to use it, why leave her out of the fun? For now, you hold on to it for me, but only if you promise to explain everything to your mom and not take it out without her supervision. Understood?” 

“Yes.” He put the knife back on the box and closed it before hugging you. 

“Thank you, Y/N.” You returned the hug, playing your favorite game of who can have the tightest grip. He always won. 

“You’re welcome, champ. You’ll be out of here before you know it, I promise.”

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You returned to the crumbling house you had woke up at. Dean entered demanding a plan. Seeming as there wasn’t one and everybody thought of him in particular as lacking some practice, it was a matter of time before he took them out of the condescending looks and gave their asses something to do. 

“Can you handle a gun, sweetheart?” Mark asked you. 

“I can, but I don’t need one.”

“Oh no, look if you hunt with us then you hunt like us.” Gwen stated. 

“Really?” You crossed your arms, meeting her amused eyes. 

“So you’re saying that me having an ear on the perimeter, shadow travelling to surprise the Djinn and moving objects to make it even harder for them to move around won’t come useful in the hunt and make it, perhaps, a little easier?” You left the room speechless. Gwen broke eye contact and even took a step back. “I don’t want you to fear me, but I’m not in the mood to tolerate stupid boundaries.” 

“What’s shadow travelling?” Christian asked. Dean was grateful that you explained it a few days ago to him. 

“You don’t know what it is?” You scoffed, taking off the leather gloves that you had wore until finally you were your fabulous self again. While you tossed them on the table you added: “What kind of hunters are you?” You placed your hands on your hips and turned to the older Winchester as he gave you a sly smile; you winked at him. You got his back and he got yours. 

The plan was you would three act as bait and the stage was none other than Dean’s home. You and Dean watched as the Campbells took more opportunities to sass their way back to something like dignity. 

“Really, golf?” Sam asked when he looked into the closet.

“It’s a sport.” His brother defended. 

You crossed your arms. "Damn, you certainly have a lot of opinions, don't you?"

They all turned to look at you, already annoyed. You shrugged mentally, you were already annoyed by them when they started acting so condescending by the lifestyle Dean chose.

“You can keep staring, it ain’t gonna make it less true.”

“Yeah? What about you?” Christian asked. 

“Me? Pft, easy, I voice my opinions when someone asks me to or… You know, when someone I didn’t ask feels the liberty to comment on something they don’t have the right to.” There was a long silence that filled the room. You could tell Dean was smiling and everyone else was frowning and with all the sincerity in your heart you could say that you didn’t give a fuck. 

“Well, seems that everything’s taken care of here. I’ll go check around the house.” As you made your way out, you high fived the older Winchester. 

Samuel turned to Sam and Dean as he said: “She’s a real charm.” To which Dean shrugged but Samuel saw Sam’s smile. He had never seen him smile before and certainly not at a woman that wasn’t in the room. 

You went to Mark who was sitting in a van parked in front of the house. He was looking at the surroundings with a telescope. 

“Hey. You’re seeing the same thing I am?” You asked him quietly as you sneaked a glance at a certain tree you both had your eyes on. “Couple of Djinn, there.”

You nodded. “Yeah, they were some near the neighbor houses as well. They won’t come nearer.”

“Yeah, we better tell’em. It’s a lost cause.”

You nodded to yourself, deep in thought. “Or…”

Sam kept sneaking glances at you as you talked to his cousin before heading inside. When you crossed the door you instantly looked for Dean, but couldn’t find him just yet. 

“Hey.” He called out to you before you could search for his brother. 

“What’s up?” 

You seemed reluctant to near him and tell him, but in the end you did. Your anger had calmed down for the most part. But he still wondered if it had extinguished entirely. 

“They’re Djinn surrounding the house, but they won’t come nearer.” To that, Christian and Gwen joined the two of you. 

“They already know we’re here?” Gwen asked you. You nodded. “Mark thought of calling it off, but they’re already here. What guarantees do we have that they won’t attack once we lay our guard down? So I thought….”

“What’s going on here?” Samuel asked, who came out of the kitchen with Dean on his side. 

“Y/N says the Djinn are here, but…” Sam started. 

“They won’t come closer.” You finished. He smirked. 

“They feel outnumbered.” Samuel contemplated. 

“You wouldn’t be suggesting we leave you alone, right?” 

You shrugged. “It’s the only way to get rid of them as fast as possible. I mean if they’re already here, that’s half the job done. Now we just…”

“Get rid of’em.” Dean completed. You nodded. Everybody hesitated, the only ones that were sure the plan might work were the brothers an you. Sam had to push a little bit to convince them to leave you three alone. And if he was being honest with himself, he felt curious at how you would develop in a active hunt. In the end, they were convinced enough to move just some blocks away so they could reach if something went wrong. 

When the sun went down, they made the first strike. And boy, did they put up a fight. The brothers went straight for killing. You figure it was something their minds were already determined to. You however were like them on their first years of hunting, although your methods had more success than theirs. That combined with the fact that the monsters didn’t know you well enough to grow a grudge on you. The only grudge they could hold on you were your acquaintances. Of course, every monster hated hunters. Yourself had hated them for quite some time. 

“Y/N, watch out!” Sam warned you, but he couldn’t get to you, he was getting cornered. You dodged the hand that intended to grab your wrist. 

“Not today.” 

The girl you were fighting kept trying cornering you and walked menacingly at you, making you take steps back. 

“Where’s Dean?!” You moved the couch in front of her when she made an attempt to attack you. 

“Sam?!” A lamp landed on the girl’s feet, making her take a few steps back. 

“Oh, little witch, are those parlor tricks the only thing you can do?”

“I’d prefer not to pull the big guns on you. You know, girls gotta watch out for each others backs not attack them.” Was that a corner behind your back? She slammed her hands at either side of your head, amused with the cat and the mouse roleplay. 

“Sorry, dear, not this time.” Before she could dose you up, you shadow traveled and reappeared behind her, kicking her knees and twisting her arms behind her before tying her hands and running to help Sam. However, Samuel had already gotten to him. 

“Thank God.” You whispered, ignoring the snicker that escaped the grandpa’s lips. 

“And Dean?” 

“Already working that poison off. They’re gonna be fine, sweetheart. This guys are tough, and it appears that so are you.” He patted his grandson on the shoulder. “You got a good one, son.” And you couldn’t help it, a blush grew on your cheeks despite the stoic face you managed to maintain.

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You were leaning on Sam’s new car, watching as the brothers had a conversation inside. you could eavesdrop if you wanted to, but you had a feeling what the resolutions of the conversation was. Dean was staying. 

The brothers came out of the house, walking towards you. 

“Hey. Keep in touch.” Dean told his brother. 

Sam nodded saying that he would. You went to hug his brother, patting his back when he started patting yours. 

“You’re gonna go with him?” He asked not so quietly. 

You shrugged. “I don’t know, if he convinces me, maybe I will.” The older winchester scoffed and looked at his brother. 

“Good luck with that.”

“I’m already working on my speech.” Sam shooted back. 

“I’ll see ya around, Winchester.” Before you could step back, he reached and clasped your forearm in his hand. 

“Before you go. Lisa told me about the knife.” 

“Right! Sorry, I was meaning to talk to you guys about it. What do you think?”

“What’s there about to think? Absolutely not.”

You took in a deep breath. “Well, would you keep an eye on it for me? I’m itching to get home.” You were kind of disappointed by his answer. You knew why he didn’t want them to have it. Guns and knives symbolized the work of a hunter. To give them one, it just seemed like they were already starting on the job. But that was not the case. Either way, that was something you wanted to come back once you were fully charged and your head didn’t threaten with exploding. 

He nodded and let your arm go. Then he watched you disappear into Sam’s car and drive away. 

The whole car drive was filled with silence. It was the perfect opportunity to talk about all that happened but Sam knew you were tired. And as much as you were mad at him, he knew you could’ve used the moment to talk, hadn’t you been so worn off. So he waited until you arrived at your home. Either way it wasn’t that far from Dean’s. 

He walked you to your door, figuring if you would invite him to go inside or send him on his merry way back to his cousins and grandpa. 

“So what do you think?” 

You paused, key in hand and halfway through the keyhole. “I don’t know. It’s a huge thing what your asking me, Sammy.”

“Y/N, look at me.” 

You raised your head and met his gaze, your nose bumped into his, slightly, you hadn’t notice how close he had gotten. 

“Damn, I missed you.” He closed the distance between you two, his lips meetings yours in a short kiss that was replaced by a more intense and deepened one. You felt his arm snake around your back, pulling you closer while his other hand rested at the back of your neck, holding you in place. And kiss after kiss, the hunger grew. You had missed him so much, you let yourself enjoy that hunger, you let it consume you completely and fought his tongue with yours, pulled at his lip just as he had, played with his hair in your hands, let yourself explore every muscle of his body again. Just as your hand landed on his chest, that gray color assaulted you and numbed you again, for the briefest moment, before the voice inside your head screamed and begged you to understand. DEAD. 

You pulled away, heaving and trembling. 

“No. You can’t just expect me to forgive you just by kissing me.”

“I wasn’t-”

“Give me some space and time, without you, to process all of this. To make a decision.” You couldn’t meet his eyes, instead you occupied yourself by opening your door and running inside, eager to put some space between the two of you. 

“I-”

“Hasta pronto.”

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Supergirl x Drunk Feelings

Request: A oneshot where bby!danvers casually admits during truth or dare at game night that she's terrified of one of her sisters dying on the job. The next day Kara and Alex decide to try and get their sister to talk about it and she ends up breaking down in Kara's arms and they comfort her as best they can. You can decide how to end

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A/N: I changed the request a bit and put it all in one day instead of talking to her the next day, hope that's okay.

Words: 1.222

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Once again it was time for a game night at the Danvers apartment and every one of your friends was there.

After such a hard week at College, where tests stole your nerves to an alien attack that almost killed your sister, the whole spectrum was enough and you were done.

And that left marks of devastation on you.

Sleepless night plagued you and if you fell asleep, nightmares followed you of which you wake up sweaty and crying, moreover, worrying your sisters.

They always asked you to talk about it when they came running through the door at night, hugging you tightly until your heart rate returned to normal. But you always kept your mouth shut.

How should you explain that you hated their job and you wanted them to stop? How should you tell them that you dreamed about them? That two of the most important people which made your world whole, died in it? Every time?

They would worry even more about you and tell that nothing would happen to them, but the reality was different and you saw that in the last attack.

Kara was caught in the clutched of Cadmus and, as stubborn as Alex was; she was on her way without telling anyone and without waiting for reinforcements. She wanted to save your sister.

You didn’t know about it, you came home about an hour ago and thought they just had a longer day at the DEO.

Before J’onn called you and told you to come to the DEO in no time.

You were scant, you were so nervous that you could not even drive the car and had to take the bus. Why didn’t J’onn told you on the telephone what had happened so you would at least know what to expect?

You forced yourself into the elevator, he just drove up too slowly for you. When the door opened, you didn’t even know where to go with you. Agents ran back and forth, and it took you awhile until you saw J’onn and Winn standing with Lena in the crowd.

You pushed your way through the mass, your heart beat you felt the pumping in every single part of your body while your legs were soft like pudding as you took one step at a time.

“What happened? Where are my sisters? I want to see them!” you screamed louder as you wanted, your emotions not under your own control before you arrived in front of them, Lena walking the last few meters that parted you and taking you with her in another room.

Only now she told you that Kara was in critical condition and Alex was about to save her life.

And you broke down.

“Y/N?” a soft voice pronounced your name and you awakened from your thoughts and the rigidity. It was Kara.

Her scars and bruised wounds on her face had disappeared as soon as the sun had gave her, her superpowers back. But you could still picture each one of them in her face.

“Hm?” was the only thing you could say and looked at her, trying to get that picture out of your head.

“It’s you turn.” She smiled worriedly at you while her hand rested on one of your shoulder. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“What is your biggest fear?” she asked and you swallowed hard.

You looked around you and saw the waiting looks of the others and your sisters.

-Why did this question have to come up now? Did she asked that question extra to find an answer to your nightmares?- you thought, tipping down the glass of wine with one.

“Losing you or Alex.” You just said out straight and got up to get you something harder than just wine.

You were already pretty drunk, maybe that was why the words just spilled out of you without thinking.

The smiling faces disappeared and a weird silence returned.

Alex and Kara asked the others to leave while you sat at the kitchen island and poured yourself a glass of whiskey that you’ve found in the fridge. You had to drown your feelings and you were not yet drunk enough to face the conversation that was about to come.

Lena came to you again and gave you a kiss on the temple before she stroked your back once more. “You know where to find me if you need someone, no matter what.” She whispered to you before she too, like everyone else disappeared in the door.

Your siblings and you stayed behind, slowly standing around you and looking at you. Alex slowly took the bottle away from you and put it back in the fridge.

As she leaned against the fridge and hid her face in her palms, Kara sat next to you and put a hand on your wrist to keep you from drinking any more.

Slowly you let the glass go and immediately she took your hand in hers where it rested for a while. “I asked you this question separately to find out the truth, your nightmares started from the point on when I was in danger.” She realized and you withdrew your hand and let it disappear on your thigh.

“Hey, talk to us, kid.” Alex joined in the round, which looked deep into your eyes and supported herself on the stove from which was opposite of you.

“Yes, damn it. You are the cause of my nightmares. How so? Because you came up with this stupid idea and thought it was right to accept the job at the DEO, even though it would be so much safer for you in the lab since you don’t have powers.  And you Kara? Sure, you wanted to rescue Alex but shit, did you have to put on this stupid costume and play the hero ever since?” you said, increasingly dunk.

“I always have to worry about if you come back to this apartment or not.” You stood up, barely managing your balance. Immediately, Alex and Kara were by your side but you pushed them away, your tears no longer restrained. “I never know when I see you for the last time or tell you how much I love you because you have so fucking stupid jobs.”

They came closer and closer to you, saw the nervous breakdown clearly and tried to calm you but nothing succeeded.

They couldn’t speak, their voices were devious. Of all the words you have told them. From the feelings they didn’t realize that you had.

Your voice became more and more fragile and more sobs came out.

“Have you both ever thought of me? How I feel? Did you waste even a moment on what would happen to me if something happened to you?”

After this weak sentence, you collapsed and Kara immediately ran towards you with superspeed and hugged you before you touched the ground.

Alex also came, took both of you in her arms and held you tight in her arms. Again and again a renewed wave of tears began to reach over you and it was hard to breathe.

You felt someone picking you up and taking you on their lap, with your head on their shoulder as someone rocked you and tried to calm you down with small circles on your back.

“We are so sorry.”

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[hcrofraid]

THE BLOODBATH / DAY 1:

hmmmmm im squinting mephiles wHATS IN IT FOR YOU... UR GONNA BE A JERK AND BACKSTAB HIM ARENT YOU...

DFKJGNDFJKGNDJGDFJGNDNGD MILES ??? WHAT??? LMFAO IM DEAD i dont think hs ok

RUN BARK RUN !!

sonic ): share. pls share.

I CANNOT BELIEVE PEARL IS BURNING A SKUNK. that sentence is not to be taken out of context dont you dare

WTF. SHADE?? SHADE HONEY NO... NO1!! gosh poor amy... she tried... T-T (although wouldnt shade be used to this kind of environment - )

off he goes

OH SHIT ORBOT’S GOT A SWORD

icb silver stole mimic’s knife smh. hes coming for ur life silver

buckle up boys we’re going ca MPING. bring ur marshmallows -

FORGET ALL THE GUNS I SAW EXPLOSIVES OVER THERE !!

good... good on you td. you gonna hide out there now??

you know - that’s... fair, working with your enemy. in tough bean times you do need the power of teamwork.

oh snap are orbot and bark going to swordfight now??? GIVE IT TO ME

gogogogogGOTTA GO FAST

cole what the actual fuck. also wow sonic died earlier on. AGAIN. THIS GAME IS DISCRIMINATING I STG. IM CONCERNED FOR LIGHTDASH SONIC THAT CANT LAST

thats fair. all ur friends are killing eachother you need time to chill

NO DROWNING YOUR SORROWS, NACK. SUFFER LIKE THE REST OF US!!!

zero those better not be bombs. for your sake i hope they’re not bombs. ZERO -

KGJNDGJDFGDNF WOW. i mean to be fair she did taunt his bro so

is... is infinite ok. i thought he’d be revelling in this kinda thing but... also rOUGH FDJKGNDJGNDFGNDFGJDFN

cryin is a huge mood today and that is literally so valid. bless orbot. hes trying

KGNDFGJNDD M EPH EVERYONE COULD’VE GOTTEN OUT WITH THOSE YOU REALLY WANT YOUR THEATRE DONT YOU

holy shit. amy was part of team hooligan??? THATS THE BIGGEST PLOT TWIST OF THE CENTURY

.............. 8I

toxic berries seriously - ... although maybe this is a metaphor since toxic is my pen name... hmmm but anyway ;; rip bbys

#.hunger games spam #long post #tw: death mention #tw: alchohol mention

[diningpageantry]

tag game(s)

anï (i’m too exhausted to do three separate posts but i was tagged in three tag games over the past few days and i’d forgotten to do the last few games i was tagged in and i feel super guilty so here they are in one go)

i don’t know who to tag to do these rn because my brain is dead i am emotionally exhausted and i’m writing a fic that’s about halfway done so i’m gonna say tag anyone who wants to be tagged for any of these. i’m so sorry that i’m dead, i will be back alive again after may 10th, which is my AP exam day

six questions challenge

tagged by @simon--speaks

rules: answer the questions, then tag 9 people you want to get to know better!

Q1: Relationship status?

single bby

Q2: Favorite color?

maroon !

Q3: Top 3 ships?

snowbaz (wow) and uh. wow. idk who else. i wanna say my own ocs matchstick and summer (is that allowed? i’m making it allowed)

Q4: Lipstick or chapstick?

whenever i get to this question in any ask i freeze up because i use a tinted chapstick so i don’t look dead but like. it can also be seen as a lipstick because it has pigment. but. chapstick.

Q5: Last song I listened to?

Run by Hozier

Q6: Last movie I watched?

uhhh i watched like. 5 minutes of the emperor’s new groove a few days ago, and watched a documentary about obscure houses like 10 minutes before that. so. i’m gonna say the house documentary.

21 questions

i was tagged by @simon--speaks, @angelsfalling16, @wo2ash, @alixanderthequeer, @sharkmartini and @bazypitchandsimonsnow

rules: answer 21 questions then tag 21 people

nickname: anï, munchkin, menina, and my hebrew name is elisheva

height: the doctor says i’m 5′3.5″, but they can’t put fractions on IDs so according to the state i’m 5′4″ and i cling to that

last movie i saw: see above (so like. funky houses)

last thing i googled: (next town over) movie tavern. i’m not saying where it is exactly bc hah i don’t wanna be stalked but. i was looking at movie times because they have $5 movies every tuesday

favorite musician: frank iero. love that funky rat man and his funky music too (i’m gonna see him for the second time next month because i made the executive adult decision to say fuck it to my seizures and go see him anyway)

song stuck in my head: i don’t have one rn but usually it’s a song by the killers (when you were young is a usual one)

other blogs: none, actually! i didn’t delete my old tumblr purely bc i’m a nostalgic dumbass, but it’s a completely different login and it’s inactive so i don’t count it.

followers: 1,666 (originally i wasn’t gonna share the number but it hit this last night and i was like heh. nice)

following: 231

amount of sleep: 8ish hours! (spring break bby)

lucky numbers: 7, multiples of 3 (only in cases of knocking), and multiples of 2 (only in cases like volume)

dream job: writing and illustrating books! i have a variety of dream jobs within art, and even within the subcategory of books, but my top dream job is creating inclusive/diverse children’s books that represent a variety different ethnicities/races, religions, abilities, and identities so that children can see themselves represented in media

what i’m wearing: a black turtleneck, a bra, and marvel boxers. that’s it.

favorite food: soup in general. i make a kick ass matzo ball soup

language: english, conversational portuguese, i know a small small bit of japanese (i should know more given i was raised being taught it but i always struggled with it), and i know some spanish. i also plan on teaching myself ASL.

can i play an instrument: yes! i’ve been playing violin since i was 2. i wanna play guitar and i know some chords but i have small hands so it’s hard to find one that’s the right size that isn’t a shitty children’s guitar, and i sing! i’m an alto

favorite song: hnnghg please don’t make me pick................ i’d have to say choke on one another by death spells

random fact: so like. if you didn’t know already, i’m an LGBTQ+ youth activist on a national scale. i disappear on occasion because i’m doing something or another, and sometimes i post about it on my blog (speaking of i have exciting news that i heard, but at the same time, i’m pretty much booked every weekend from middle of next month until middle of july), but........ i hate networking. i loathe it. if i never had to network again, i’d be thrilled. networking is my absolute least favorite thing because i struggle at everyday conversation, much less networking with people at least 10-20 years my senior. sure it’s usually free publicity and i get great connections, but god. at what cost? and like.... it’s always after a really emotionally taxing event, so i’m already drained and then wow here’s a room full of adults who want my 18 year old input. please. just let me steal a cupcake then leave.

describe yourself in aesthetic things: dye stained fingernails and necks. cranked open windows during a spring shower. dried tears and breaking laughs. coffee stains and milky tea splashes. trembling fingers, writing instead of speaking because you’re too afraid, and finally breaking free--running through the rain. scabbing blood, fresh piercings. knowing you’re loved and not saying it because it doesn’t need to be spoken. the smell of a new canvas, paint splattered jeans, and art school sweaters. black skirts with docs, then fairy lights and soft blankets hidden behind sharp profanities and harsh disgust. the unexpected. the unknown. the ever-changing, unstoppable force of the shifting tides. 

carry on questions

tagged by @goodbyedandelion, @isthisisagoodkiss @wo2ash, 

1- favorite type of scone? 

cranberry orange! one of the farms a county over has a market and they sell them there and they’re to die for (altho, i found a sour cherry scone recipe that i’ve perfected and my family loves them so they’re a close second now)

2- london or la?

i’ve never been to london, but i’m gonna have to go with london. i went to la last october to present in an awards show for my organization and i lowkey was underwhelmed. i’m very much a gloom and rain kinda person, and it was too dry and sunny there. although, i did think the huge succulents were sick as fuck. but yeah definitely london. i’m planning to spend a semester abroad there in a few years for an illustration program

3- kissing in a forest or holding hands under the stars?

i’m afraid of forests because we have a lot of wildlife and i don’t want to get mauled by a bear don’t mind me holding hands under the stars :)

4- jeans or suit?

suit suit suIT SUIT suit. i love wearing suits. my chest doesn’t cooperate and my hips always hate them but god i do love suits.

5- loose hair or pulled back hair?

mine looks better loose, and my sides/back are shaved but the top reaches my ears, so it gets annoying sometimes and i pull it up to keep it out of my face

6- vampires or dragons?

i wanna say both. i used to say “yknow a dragon but in human form would be hot” then i got called dragon fucker for like two years so out of pure spite i’m going with vampires.

7- what saying do you wish could be a spell?

(this one’s a very specific reference so hear me out) “i’ve got to go pee on her”  used to disorient and confuse the speech of the person casted upon. it’s one of my favorite quotes from scott pilgrim vs. the world (my favorite movie ngl) when scott’s brain can’t figure out two different sentences and he just says that. it’s so good and just fuckin weird that i love it.

8- which carry on character would you go on a coffee date with if you could?

depends tbh! if we’re talking date date, then penny because i would wife penny in 0.5 seconds, but if we’re talking friends getting coffee then 10000000% baz because i’d talk activism and identities with him

9- favorite carry on quote?

“he told me we would be stars” (i don’t have my book on me so i could be getting the line wrong), but it hit so hard for me. like it’s clear how davy manipulated lucy so much that she fell into it and couldn’t crawl out. it’s such a powerful message of control from those who are charismatic enough to hold it, and how sometimes we aren’t weak enough to let go.

10- how excited are you for wayward son?

lemme paint this picture: i started hyperventilating in the hallway when i found out, and then cried an hour or two later when my friend texted me that he preordered me a signed copy. like. i’ve been pre-planning how to get home from college to come and pick it up (okok the 24th is also my dad’s birthday so i’m. um. “coming home to visit him”, of course) because i’m just SO EXCITED to read them again in a canon way :’)

#anï rambles #tag game