“It’s crooked.” Emmett frowned from the couch.
“Okay, that’s like the fourth time you’ve said that.” Travis turned around. “If you think I’ve done such a bad job of it, you hang the damn mirror.”
Vic let out a loud, barking laugh from where she was assembling the dining chairs. “Dude, he literally can’t.” She called over.
“He makes tea!” Travis shouted back, completely ignoring the ghost on the couch.
Emmett cleared his throat. “He is right here and he finds it easier to move some things than others.”
“And yet you can draw.” Travis muttered, rolling his eyes and turning back to face the mirror. He paused for a moment and adjusted it, tilting it to the left.
“Okay, you just made that way worse.” Emmett disappeared from the couch, only to reappear right beside him a split second later. “You need to move this side down at least two inches.”
Travis obliged, following directions as Emmett called them out.
“Oh hey, looks good.” Vic walked through the living room as they finished, carrying an armful of trash to the designated pile by the front door. “You guys think I’ve got time for a shower before heading down to the woods?”
“Yes, but why?” Travis asked as she sorted the trash into what could and couldn’t be recycled. “You’re just going to change and then spend all night rolling in the dirt.”
She paused for a moment. “Fair point. In that case I’m going to the store and buying a ton of raw meat. Do we still have the cat cage for me to stuff it in?” She said standing up.
“Nope, you destroyed it last full moon.” Travis told her, turning his head to follow her as she walked back to the dining room. “Do you want me to go and get a new one?”
“Please, the woman at the pet store keeps giving me weird looks.” She stuck her head back out of the kitchen a moment later. “Are you good for feeds?”
“Considering you had a slow day yesterday, he’s going to need another couple of blood bags. Or he’ll be unbearable.” Emmett answered for him. “I should be able to steal some from the hospital now you’ve shown me where they are. It’s not like I’m going to be seen on security cameras.”
“Great.” Vic said, carrying another armful of stuff to the pile. “Sounds like we’ve got a plan.”
“Do you want me to check on Hot Doctor while I’m there? See if he flirts with the other paramedics when you’re not around?” He teased, putting on a bad impersonation. “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m tall and blonde and perfect and I only like girls who act uninterested then tell me they can’t have a relationship because they’re sick after I fix their dislocated shoulder.” Travis tried and failed to contain his laughter as she shot them both a glare.
It was a poor imitation of the man Vic had been on a handful of dates with, but she let it slide because the boys didn’t mean anything by it. Neither of her roommates really knew him, as he’d only been to the house twice and both times she had made it very clear that there were to be no supernatural gate crashers, especially not the sort he couldn’t see. He’d met Travis a little at the hospital and Emmett had definitely spied on him a few times, but they didn’t really know much about him.
“I still can’t believe he bought that lie.” Travis chuckled as he put the hammer and unused spirit level away and closed the toolbox with a loud click. “He’s a doctor, and he just believed you when you said you had a non specific medical condition that caused you to black out every full moon?”
“I didn’t phrase it like that.” She groaned loudly. “I might’ve been less specific about the frequency and implied it was due to the trauma of being attacked a few years back? I think he thinks it’s some weird kind of PTSD.”
“He’s going to realise your ‘episodes’ line up with the full moon eventually.”
“Uh, no, he isn’t, because moon cycles are not something most non supernaturally inclined people pay attention to. And I highly doubt he could tell the difference between the full moon and the night before or after.” She stopped in between where the two of them were stood looking at the mirror it had taken all afternoon to put up, resting her elbow on Travis’ shoulder and looking at the reflection.
“Damn.” She said after a moment. “We look good.”
Both of the boys tried to brush off the compliment, clearly flattered, before they realised that neither of them could actually be seen in the mirror.
They both started talking over each other, getting progressively louder as she got further away, the noise of their complaining about what a bad joke and how unfair it had been as a comment echoing after her as she ran up the stairs to get changed.
- Being human!AU
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Vic: i want to wake up with you, every day, for the rest of our lives.
Ripley: I wake up at 4.30 AM
Victoria:
Victoria: I want to see you, at some point, every day, for the rest of our lives.
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What I don’t understand is how Vic/Ripley was a-okay by 19 (and SFD in the end?, although the circumstances were very different) but Tasha/Sullivan is a no-go?
I understand that it’s very different from Ross’ pov compared to Ripley’s, it’s different to be a poc woman in power, but other than that…
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Okay, I watched Season 2 Episode 15 and I'm gonna to cry. Why? I loved Ripley. And I still love Vic and him. This was so sad. My heart can't do this. I mean, I watched every episode of Grey's, so I knew what would happen, but I can't. And I love this ending scene, when they all comfort each other. And the hole friendship dynamic between Montgomery and Hughes. But why? Couldn't they just get married and live happy together for the rest of their life?
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Vic: aw, come on. I wasn’t that drunk
Lucas: You tried to colour my face with a highlighter because you said I was important.
Vic: ‘tearing up’ because you are
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