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link-sans-specs · 3 years
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Whatchu gonna do about that, Rhett? An upset is afoot.
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What Food Are These Ants Eating? (Game)
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obscureoperations · 3 years
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This was just a prompt suggestion from @mynameisliterallycash
The one where Martin and Reader sneaks out to get hitched...I sorta rambled on this so it’s all over the place, but then again... what else is new😂
Your eyes remained fixated on your reflection, you really did look like your mother. Your eyes were almost identical, everything from the indiscernible color down to the forlorn gaze. It was a compliment really, your mother was practically your best friend. You used to think you could tell her everything. You used to follow her around relentlessly, even well into your teen years. You can still remember this beautiful, effervescent figure lifting you from your crib at two a.m. This warm vanilla sort of scent would surround you, in that moment  you felt completely safe. 
As time went on, you continued to follow her around like a lost puppy. She was so much nicer than your father. The smell of stale cigars and whiskey as he constantly reminded you of the “ rules”  
“Some folks are not to be messed with”
Your family was distinctly Russian, and pretty well known around the town. Your father was the owner of one of the largest steel factories in the city, that job practically consumed him. It wasn’t rare that he wouldn’t return home till ten… eleven o'clock at night. Bur even then, he remained this overbearing and severe presence in your life.
He dictated nearly everything, from what you wore to who you could be friends with. Dating was pretty much out of the question. You became accustomed to sneaking out the window at night. Evenings spent in the grassy fields overlooking the city with two of your best friends. You wondered how he couldn’t smell the alcohol on your breath at the breakfast table.
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You glance over to the clock, noting it was almost ten pm. You had to finish up, he would be here any minute. You weren’t prepared for him to see you yet, but in a way you never really were. The first time you laid eyes on Martin, you could have sworn your heartbeat stilled just for a moment. He sat behind the counter at Cuda’s shop, face buried in a magazine.He practically followed you through the entire store before some old man flagged him away. Even then he continued to glance at you as he swept.
As you stepped up to the check out he refused to look at you as he scanned your items. 
“That’ll be thirty two forty”
As you reached into your pocket book, change began to spill onto the counter. You were already cursing yourself for being so clumsy. He helped you scoop it up with barely a second glance, fingertips brushing against yours occasionally. 
“Here ya go…” You offer as you fish out two crisp twenty dollar bills. When he reaches for them, he absentmindedly glances up. You could still remember the expression on his face. Pins and needles, it looked almost as though he had been struck. He reaches for the money, eyes still transfixed on your face. The boy seemed to momentarily glitch. The tips of his fingers brushed against yours lightly, lingering before he hastily withdrew. He began to stammer as he bags up the rest of your things. He practically shoved the bags into your arms as he wished you a good day.
“Thanks..” You mumbled, barely able to contain your grin. You were back in the shop the very next day.
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Everything became easier as soon as 
 Martin entered your life, and you really didn’t understand why. He had problems, most of them rooted deeper than your own, but you found yourself growing happier each day. You looked forward to hearing from him, seeing his face-- watching the way he would bound down the street to your front porch. You looked forward to making him smile,it always touched the corners of his eyes. He would blush when you stared into them for too long. There was not  a second  that you were around-- that there wasn’t a splash of color across his cheeks. 
Even as he began to confide in you more,and divulge the depth of his sickness. Somehow you felt that you could make it all better, for one-- you had to get him away from that house.
You didn’t mean to propose, but in a way you kind of did. You jokingly mentioned it just to test the waters. You don’t even remember exactly what you said-- something along the lines of “ Yea, so like when we’re married, it’ll be easier. Couples go on trips all the time.” 
The two of you were sitting on the couch watching shome mind numbing documentary. Something about travel laws in east Berlin.. He mentioned how beautiful Berlin was and how he really wanted to go. The two of you began to talk about passports, about when you and your family moved to America.
He grew extremely quiet for a moment, and you already began to mentally kick yourself. You knew Martin wasn’t like other guys, where if you showed too much interest, they were gone. But still, you felt as though you might have crossed a line, You’d come so far simply getting him to open up to you.
When he finally speaks up, his voice is extremely low, you had to struggle just to hear him. “ When do you think that would be?”
“I’m sorry?”
  He clears his throat, you didn’t have to look to know he was beet red-- “ I mean… you would marry me.. If I asked?”
Your stomach did some weird sort of back flip, there was something so innocent in his tone. It was as if the idea was completely foreign. “ Yeah… of course I would.” You tried to remain as casual as possible, in your head you just dodged a major bullet. He doesn’t say anything else, instead inching close as his arm wraps across your shoulder.
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The faint tapping on the glass alerts you of Martin’s presence. Your heartbeat begins to hammer against your ribs. You allow your eyes to move over your reflection once again, smoothing your hands over the silky material. The dress fit you almost perfectly, despite you being a few inches taller than your mother. The delicate embroidery along the waistline stood out all the more under the warm glow of the lamp light. The plunging neckline was almost modest, though it showed off slightly more than you would have liked. Where the two of you were heading, it didn’t really matter. Just you him and the ‘ordained priest’ This wasn’t exactly how you envisioned your wedding day. 
You weren't established in your life, on a completely different continent with some local that managed to steal your heart. You were here in your childhood bedroom, wearing your mother’s wedding dress... waiting for Martin.  Your eyes move over the various posters on the walls, you could distinctly remember buying each one. You glance over at the dull plaid comforter on your bed, the plain white sheets beneath. This would be the last time you’d be seeing this room for a while.
“Y/n?” He calls.
“It’s open…” you answer, brushing a few stray tendrils of hair away from your face. The window creaks open and Martin climbs in-- The first thing you notice are his shoes. The black and white sneakers are a stark contrast to his dress pants, instantly you didn’t feel quite so out of place. He lands almost awkwardly on his feet  as he adjusts his collar, he was just about to apologize for being late. He wasn’t late. He was just used to being exceptionally early-- you glance at the clock, it was almost eleven.
“I accidentally ripped a hole in the jacket earlier so I had to--”
The moment his eyes land onto your face he seems to temporarily lose his train of thought. His hand immediately reaches for the dresser to steady himself. Images swirl through his mind in a grey and grainy blur. He could never quite figure out why your face alone seemed so familiar. You weren't like any of the ladies in his dreams.. This felt different. The sight of you alone caused this indescribable ache right in the center of his chest. He felt as though he had waited for you for centuries. 
“Y/n…” He whispers, stepping in to close the gap. His hands immediately move to your wrists, holding them in place against your ribs. His face moves to the crook of your neck as he exhales slowly. You can practically feel the tension melt away  from his body...as it always did when you stood near.  “You’re so beautiful…” he whispers. His hands grasp at the hem of your dress, fingertips lightly brushing over your bare thighs. 
You bite down on the insides of your cheeks to suppress a grin… he was so cute when he was flustered. 
You tilt your head to look at him, adjusting one of the lapels on his jacket.
“Yeah… so are you.”
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 The streetlights were nothing more than an orange and hazy blur. The second the two of you landed safely on the lawn, Martin took off in full speed straight towards Main street. Autumn air bites into your cheeks the harder you fight to keep up with him, laughter brewing in your chest. The exhilaration threatening to tear you in half
“Come on!” He huffs as you struggle to keep up the pace. All heels against rain soaked pavement. You figured the two of you would stick to the gangways. But he seemed adamant on showing you off.  All the neighborhoods that you stuck to religiously during your commute were finally dead. Not a light shining from any of the windows. Like a ghost town, you almost wanted to scream at the top of your lungs that Martin was finally yours.
Stuck at a stoplight, you begin to shiver as your heart rate finally begins to slow.  There was a new found excitement in Martin that you’d never witnessed in the entire time that you had known him. He glances over to you briefly, draping his jacket across your arms.  He kisses your temple  briefly as his arm slips around your waist.
“We’re almost there.”
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You could clearly see the top of the steeple as your heels dig into the mulch. Something about the small hill seemed far more daunting in the middle of the night. The forest was one of your favorite places to go, but there was a chilly sort of bite to the air. For some reason you expected your father to emerge from one of the bushes demanding that you come back home. The further you climbed your feet sank deeper into the ground. You felt as though you were drowning for a moment, threatening to be absorbed into the grass--as if on cue Martin reaches for your hand. He pulls you close as you find your footing, before you knew it you stood at the top of the slope.  Wind continues to howl through the branches, twisting nearly nightmarish shapes. Lips press against your forehead, in a way reminding you of where you were. He wraps his jacket around you securely. 
You allow yourself to melt into his embrace, the strong thrum of his heartbeat directly against your ear. He allows his hands to lovingly smooth over your back, cheek resting against the top of your head. He holds you like this for a bit longer, until he can practically feel you relax.
“Y/n…” 
“Hmm?” you mumble lazily..It was almost like a drug when he held you for this long. Your heartbeats were practically in sync, you didn’t want to lift your head.
“You still want to marry me right?”
Those were the words that snapped you back to reality. When you glance up at him, he looks so worried it breaks your heart. His skin was nearly luminescent under the moonlight-- the chilly air tints his cheeks slightly pink. 
You raise your hands to cup his face before pressing your lips to his own. You can feel him visibly relax, though his hands bunch at the fabric of your dress.
“Martin, I’ve never wanted anything more.”
A lone figure stands in front of the abandoned church, cat tails nipping at his feet.  The singular white patch right at the center of his uniform catches the moonlight. He signals for the two of you to step inside.
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chubbydrawer · 3 years
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Polar Trouble
Tom had been looking forward to this all week! He always loved going to the zoo and seeing all the amazing animals! He always wanted to work there too but it was a long distance so I sadly didn’t see that happening anytime soon. Tom was a 21 year old blonde with blue eyes and fairly lean with a bit of muscle. His hair was short and swept to the side. His skin fair with light hair on his body. He always dressed in plaid button ups red being his go too! And always paired it with some straight cut jeans and converse! He looked good and he knew it! He arrived at the zoo parking lot and walked to the gate,handing his ticket to the clerk. He walked in seeing all the amazing decorations in the zoo! It was near the holidays and was a nicer winter day unusually in the 50s it was a perfect day to walk and see the animals! He rand to the first exhibit and stared at the amazingly huge wolves prancing around showing off to the public! They were so so beautiful! Wolves were his second favorite animal! His first being ....BEARS!!!! He got soo excited! He loved bears sooo sooo much! They were big and fluffy and he always wanted to hug them! He practically ran to the exhibit showing off different types of bears! He first saw the beautiful grizzly chowing down on some grub. He looked happy and stared at Tom for a second. It was almost as if he gave him a wink! He moved next to his favorite bear! The polar bears! He loved them for their beautiful white coats and great swimming ability! They looked so friendly and cuddly! But when he arrived at the display...they were gone!
“What! Where did they go!?”
One of the workers there came up to him, he was clean cut and maybe late 20s. He had a mini paunch and a nice trimmed mustache and green eyes matching his chestnut brown hair. “Hey bud! Sorry to burst your bubble but the polar bears won’t be displayed in their habitat today, they are getting check ups right now.”
“Awwww man that’s a bummer, they are my favorite things to see in the zoo! Maybe next time I guess.”
He started to walk away when the worker called out to him
“Hey buddy wait you a second! I’m not really supposed to do this but I know where the polar bears are housed right now which isn’t a bit behind their habitat! I can take you there real fast if you want a quick look at them!”
“ Oh my god really!!!? Thank you thank you sooo much!”
“It’s no problem it sucks when you can’t see your favorite animal and travel all this way!”
“ it def does, Tom btw!”
“Nate! Nice to meet ya!” He holds out his hand and Tom shakes it firmly.
Ton follows Nate to the back room and they open the door to a room with big cages filled with big comfy beds and food and water. And there were the bears! They roamed casually around the cages getting food and resting!
“Wow they are soooo beautiful! They are even bigger uo close!”
“They certainly are! It’s a pleasure working with them! They are all super friendly and playful!”
One of the bears came up to the cages shoving their nuzzle through the bars and licked Tom’s arm. He giggled at that
“Wow they are friendly! I wonder what it is like to be them. Just chilling everyday and swimming and being big!”
“Are you sure you’d want to find out what it would be like?”Nate smirked.
“ well duh!wouldn’t it be cool to become and animal you loved whenever you wanted!?”
“ I suppose it would be pretty neat! Want to check out one of the cages? It’s pretty big and comfortable I’ll show you how we designed it!”
“Sure!”
Tom walks inside before hastily hearing the cage door shut behind him! He runs back putting his hands on the bars!
“Hey what are you doing!?” Just then Nate pricks his finger with a needle!
“OW what the hell!”
“I’m gonna help you live a fantasy!”
“What are you talking about!”
“Just sit back and enjoy the ride bud!”
“What ride? Let me out!”
Tom suddenly began to feel funny. He got super warm and began to sweat. “Wha-what’s going on! D-did you drug me?” He felt a tad woozy.
“No Tom I just gave you a simple prick. It does have side effects however!” Nate couldn’t force back his smiled he grinned ear to ear looking at Tom’s belly.
Tom looked to where he was staring and yelped! His once flat stomach was pushing into his button up making it tighter and tighter! He hesitantly touched it expecting it to be bloating but his fingers winked into his soft flesh. He shrieked once more and felt it surge forward more, further tightening his shirt.
“What did you do to me!”
Nate didn’t reply just stared at Tom drooling! He watched as his belly swelled even bigger now starting to make the space between his buttons gap. His pecks also started to soften more becoming plumper and soft to squeeze. Fuck he was swelling with fat! His now basketball sized gut blended with his lauded forming love handles stretching wider over the sides of his pants. His pants got tighter and his belly pressed into the button of them. He felt and he grew a fat pad, it pressing into his jeans. His thighs filled the space quickly making his pants tighter and making them make audible groans of being stretched too tight.
“My my what a fine specimen you are!” Nate snickered
“”Please, stop this!”
“Why? Then fun is just beginning!!
Tom watched as Nate shrank smaller. He looked up to see Nate wasn’t shrinking, he was getting taller! The fat piled on as he grew 6 foot and the 7 feet tall. PING!!!! PING!!! PING!!! His buttons popped off his belly one by one as it release his belly from its confines sending it surging down with a jiggle, the force popping his pants button off! His hands we bigger and looked much meatier! His nails also looked longer and more sharp! His converse were growing uncomfortably tight. He flexed his toes and as he did so giant feet ripped out the front! He stuck his foot out and noticed it was gigantic and covered in fur. It look like a paw! He shrieked again bumping up against the cage wall! His body shook as he grew thicker. RIIIIP! His ass burst from the seat of his pants as his thighs ripped open the seams, his body was much hairier now! Patches of white fur sprouting out of the rips and tares. He watched as his belly grew furrier and whiter. His big moobs quickly bursting the last of the buttons releasing them to sit on his giant gut. His face got rounder and his neck thickened. Looking at his hands he saw they were full on paws with pads and big claws! He watched as his nose and mouth uncomfortably pushed out in front of him creating a muzzle. He screamed loud, his voice deeper and raspy! His duck pressed through his pants growing bigger as well as his balls to match his bigger size. A tail sprouted above his giant ass and the fur quickly covered what bare skin was left. He stood there now a full sized fat polar bear in only his underwear and a shirt only hanging by a thread.
“What have you done!” Tom’s voice bellowed!
“Don’t worry it’s reversible! I wanted you to fulfill your dream of being big and cuddly! Now you are the very thing you love!”
“I-I like it but I don’t want to live in a zoo forever!”
“I have a proposal for you!”
“What is it.”
“How about you be like this for three days to get comfortable I’ll change you back and we can find a more easier way for you to switch from human to bear whenever you want! It’s more of a spell that gives you the power to do so! You can live in a dorm with me and work here! Sometimes as a person and other times preform as a bear!”
“Sounds intriguing. You sure I’ll be able to switch whenever I want?”
“Of course we have another guy here who loves being a grizzly, he was out earlier today. May have gave you a wink!”
“This is crazy but-I’m in!”
Nate opened the gate and walked into the cage and gave Tom a big cuddly hug! “Welcome to the zoo fam big guy!”
Tom blushed and felt his own fat furry body! He could get used to this!
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snarkybluechristian · 3 years
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Hazbin Hotel: Yandere Alastor x Vaggie Chapter 49
The group made their way up the stairs and walked through the hallways until they reached Cherri’s room.
“Here, we are,” Doctor Red said with a smile as he opened the door.  
To Cherri and Angel’s surprise, the room was fully furnished with a proper bed.  The bed was a king-sized bed with white blankets and dark wood paneling with matching bedside tables with lamps and an alarm clock on one side.  The bookshelf with books and the vanity on the right side of the room and the wardrobe on the left side of the room next to the bathroom and the floor were made up of the same wood.  The wood and technicolor books were the only thing bringing color to the room and its white walls beside the light coming in from the windows of course.
“Surprise!” Doctor Red exclaimed cheerfully.
Cherri blinked in surprise and muttered, “Um…wow…You got this together quickly.”
“I hope you two like it,” Arackniss replied coldly.  “The maid cleaned the floor and the bathroom while we were downstairs.  Then when we came upstairs, we moved all the new furniture and everything else in.  It would have taken longer if it weren’t for the doctor’s muscles.”
“I appreciate it, fellas,” Angel said kindly.  “This room is very spacious and nice.”
“I’m glad you like it,” Doctor Red said, gently placing his hands on Angel and Cherri’s backs and pushing them into the room.  “You two can spend private time together in here.”
“Sure thing, doc man,” Cherri said as she and Angel entered the room.
“Have fun in there,” Arackniss said dryly.  “We’ll see ya later for lunch.”
“We’re going to talk to your father about your progress,” Doctor Red proclaimed happily.  “He said earlier that if you are good he’ll let you and your lady friend walk in the garden, Anthony.”
Angel paused in surprise for a moment.  
Then Angel shyly smiled and said, “That would be pretty swell, doctor.”
“Good,” Doctor Red said cheerfully shutting the door and locking it.  “If you need anything before lunch, just holler and let us know.  See you later, Anthony and Cherri!”
Then without another word, the good doctor left with Arackniss once again following on his heels.
“I’m so sick of being locked up, Angie,” Cherri said as soon as the two had walked away.
Angel didn’t respond but looked around at the corners of the ceiling.  
“Angie?” Cherri asked in confusion.  “What are you…?”
Angel turned to Cherri and placed a finger on his lips before he got on his knees to look under the bed.  
Cherri quickly caught on to what he was doing and searched the room with Angel to check for any listening devices or video cameras.  
To their mutual astonishment, there were no video cameras or listening devices anywhere in the bedroom or bathroom.
Angel sighed in relief, fell backwards onto the bed, and said, “I’m sick of being locked in rooms, too.  I’ve been locked in rooms for over a fucking week.”
“That sucks,” Cherri said, lying down next to him on the bed.  
“Tell me about it,” Angel said, annoyedly taking off his gray shirt and tossing it on the floor.  “I’m sick of locked rooms, restraints, punishments, and this goddamn uniform.”
“At least, the accommodations are nicer,” Cherri said, sitting up on the bed and suddenly perking up as she noticed the wardrobe by the corner of the wall.  “Hey, did they get me new clothes?”
Angel sat up and leaned lazily on the bottom board at the foot of the bed.  
“I wouldn’t put it past them,” Angel said.  “Let’s see what they got ya.”
Cherri hopped off the bed, ambled over to the wardrobe, and opened the doors.  
“Woah,” Cherri said with a chuckle.  
“What did they get ya?” Angel asked, getting up off the bed and making his way to the wardrobe.  
The wardrobe was stuffed with dresses and other outfits that were fitted to her thin and nimble frame.
“I’ll be damned,” Angel said, picking out a blue dress and looking it over.  “They really went all out for ya.  These dresses are all in your size, too.”
“How do ya think they managed that?” Cherri asked.  “Oh, God.  Do you think they measured me in my sleep?”
“I wouldn’t put it past them,” Angel said with a sigh.
Cherri visibly shuddered in disgust.
Angel smiled warmly, put a hand on her shoulder, and said, “Don’t worry about it, babe.  I won’t let them touch ya again.  Okay?”
“Okay,” Cherri replied.  “But I’m blowing up these bastards as soon as I get the chance.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.  Now, you wanna try on these dresses with me?” Angel asked with a toothy grin.  “There’s ain’t much else to do.”
Cherri chuckled out loud and said, “Sure, Angie.”
Angel posed dramatically in the middle of the room and said, “Let’s get to it.  I’ll take all the dresses you don’t like.”
Cherri snorted and laughed heartily as she took the dress Angel was holding and began to undress.
“Are you sure about that, Angie?” Cherri teased.  “I don’t think the good doctor would like to see you all dressed up in such immodest and effeminate clothing.”
“He’d have to catch me in the dress first,” Angel retorted.  “They don’t have any cameras to catch me.”
“Alright, Angie,” Cherri said, tossing an older looking dress towards Angel.
“Oh, baby,” Angel exclaimed as he looked at the black and white dress plaid dress in front of him.  “This one is from my time.  They really dug deep to find this one.”
“How generous of them,” Cherri said sarcastically, pulling the blue dress over her body and looking into a mirror on the wardrobe door.  “Hey, this one doesn’t look bad.  What do you think, Angie?”
Angel had pulled off his loafers and slacks so that he was in his boxers and pulled the dress over his thin body.
Angel looked over to Cherri, whistled, and said, “You look hot, babe.  That is good luck for ya.  What do ya think of mine?”
Cherri snorted and said, “You look like my mother.  That thing is ancient.”
Angel and Cherri laughed together and continued trying on more dresses.
Before long, several hours had passed with them laughing and trying on dresses to keep themselves entertained.  They almost forgot where they were until they heard a familiar voice knocking at their door.
“Hello?” Doctor Red called out from the other side of the door.  “I’ve come by to bring you lunch and check on your progress.”
Angel and Cherri looked at each other fearfully.  Cherri was wearing a dress.  So was Angel.
“Shit,” Cherri whispered as they both heard Doctor Red fiddling with the door’s lock.
Without a moment to spare, Angel threw off his dress, grabbed Cherri’s wrist, dashed to the bed, pulled her on top of him, and whispered, “Play it off.”
“Okay,” Cherri whispered back.  
Doctor Red opened the door widely, pushed a cart of sandwiches and water bottles in front of him into the room, and looked up to see Angel laying on the bed with Cherri on top of his chest.
“Oh, my…” Doctor Red said in a surprise.
Angel looked back at Doctor Red, looked at Cherri, gasped in surprise, and started in a pretend fluster, “I…uh…I mean, uh, we…”
“We weren’t expecting you, doc,” Cherri said.  
“Oh, my apologies!” Doctor Red said apologetically backing away towards the door.  “I didn’t mean to interrupt you!”
Angel snatched a blanket at the end of the bed, threw it over himself and Cherri, and said shyly, “We were just messing around, doctor!  Nothing major!”
“Don’t worry about it, Anthony!” Doctor Red said exiting the room and slowly shutting the door.  “I won’t interrupt you two again until dinner!  Enjoy your lunch!”
Doctor Red quickly shut and locked the door.  Angel and Cherri heard him rushing down the hall to tell everyone what he saw.
Once they were sure he was gone, the pair breathed a collective sigh of relief.  
Cherri sat up in the orange dress she was wearing and wrapped the blanket around her body as she crawled across the bed to reach the cart of food on the other side.  
“That was too close, Angie,” Cherri said as she hopped off the bed and reached the cart of food.  
“I’ll say,” Angel said, crawling over to the other side of the bed to join Cherri.  “He caught us off guard.  We can’t let that happen again.”
“Agreed,” Cherri said, scooting over to make room for Angel.  “You’d think we’d have heard footsteps or something.  I mean, he’s literally made of stone.”
“We must have been too caught up in trying on dresses,” Angel said as he sat down next to Cherri and grabbed his sandwich.  “We forgot to keep an ear out.”
“Yeah,” Cherri said, grabbing her sandwich and following suit.  “I hate being a prisoner, Angie.”
“Tell me about it,” Angel said, eyeing his sandwich.  “At least these wardens feed us.  Alastor starved me out and only gave me smoothies.”
“That sucks,” Cherri replied before biting into her sandwich.  
“Yeah,” Angel replied as a shudder went through his spine.  “I don’t even want to think about what Alastor’s putting Vaggie through right now or about what Lucifer’s putting Charlie through.”
Cherri put a hand on Angel’s shoulder and said, “Hey, Angie.  Don’t worry.  We’ll get outta here to save your gal pals soon.”
“I know,” Angel said with a sigh.  “I just wish we could bust out sooner.”
“Well, we’re gonna get a chance to walk in the garden tonight, right?” Cherri said, gesturing with her sandwich for emphasis.  “We just have to wait for the doctor and your family to let us take our private little romantic stroll and hop the fence as soon as their backs are turned.  Easy peasy.”
“I doubt it’ll be that easy, Cher,” Angel said, taking another bite of his sandwich.
“Sure, it’ll be, especially with my bombs to fight them back!” Cherri exclaimed confidently as ever.
Angel swallowed his bite and said, “That’s just it, Cherri.  They’re going to expect us to do something like that, and they have all day to prepare for it.  My Dad and my brother are probably setting up something right now to make sure we can’t escape in case we try to make a break for it.”
“You and I can deal with that easily,” Cherri quipped.
“No, we won’t,” Angel said sternly.  “My Dad and brother ain’t morons like Sir Pentious.  Back in my day in New York City, they were revered among the men of my tradition as being some of the toughest, ruthless, and most cunning there was.  Made men of La Cosa Nostra never dared to cross each other, but they took extra care to never cross my Dad and brother.  The pair of them were known as the spiders of New York because they could weave such intricate and clever traps that no one who defied them ever knew they were trapped until it was too late.”
Cherri’s face fell suddenly and sharply as she saw the fear overtake Angel’s face and cause him to shiver right where he sat.
“Angel…” Cherri said letting her sandwich rest on her lap.  “Are you okay?”
“I’ll be fine,” Angel said perking up again.  “The point is, we can’t rely on my Dad or my brother to make a mistake this early on.  We have to wait until they feel confident enough to let us out of their sight.  Once they do, that is when we act.  Understand?”
“Yeah,” Cherri said, reluctantly nodding her head in agreement.  “I just hate waiting.  It’s so boring.”
“I know, doll,” Angel replied.  “But don’t worry.  If everything keeps going this well, that wait shouldn’t be much longer.  Just wait a little longer, okay?”
“Okay,” Cherri said, picking up her sandwich again.  “But when we get the chance, I’m blowing those fuckers up to Heaven.”
Angel chuckled and said, “I wouldn’t have it any other way, sugar tits.”
The pair shared a smile and remained silent until they finished their lunches.  
Once they had finished their lunches, Angel pushed the cart of food against the wall by the door and asked Cherri, “You want to take a nap, Cher?  I’m feeling kinda tired.”
Cherri shrugged as she kicked off her shoes and socks and replied, “Why not?  It’s not like we have anything better to do.  Besides, this bed is comfortable and nice.”
“Indeed, it is,” Angel said, flicking off the light and climbing back onto the bed before he got an idea in his head.  “Hey, Cherri?  The good doctor will find us like this, right?  So, since he is, how about we make it look like we’re enjoying it?”
“Oh, I getcha,” Cherri said.  “So, what do we do?  You don’t want me to get naked.  Do ya?”
“No, no,” Angel said.  “Nothing like that.  Just take off your pants and that dress you’re wearing.  You can strip down to your underwear if you want.  That should be more than enough if you’re okay with it.  You can find a slip or something in those drawers.  You don’t need to go naked for me.”
Cherri snapped her fingers and said, “I have a better idea!”
Cherri then took off her pants and her shirt and climbed over to the other side of the bed where Angel’s gray uniform shirt was.  She pulled it on and struck a pose.  
“What do ya think?” Cherri asked.  “Lots of girls wear their boyfriend’s shirts.”
Angel smiled and said, “That looks perfect, sugar tits.  Now, let’s get cozy.”
Angel threw off the covers and gestured for Cherri to climb in.  Cherri readily climbed into bed next to Angel on the pillow next to his head.  
Angel shook his head and lifted Cherri up by her armpits.
“Angie, what are you doing?” Cherri asked confusedly.
“It’s been a long time since you’ve shared a bed with a man,” Angel said with a chuckle.
“What are you talking about?” Cherri protested.  “Why are you manhandling me, Angie?”
“You ain’t sleeping with me like you’re madly in love with me,” Angel replied.  
Cherri scoffed and said, “There’s a wrong way to do it?”
“Clearly, I’m dealing with a novice,” Angel sighed jokingly. “Here, let the expert show you how it’s done, babe.  It’s all about the presentation.”
Angel pulled Cherri on top of him and laid her down so that her head was resting on top of his chest fluff and said, “You need to rest your head there on my chest just like that with your arms lying on top or wrapped around my torso like I’m a giant body pillow.  Then I wrap my arms around your back like this…”
Angel wrapped his two pairs of arms around Cherri’s back and held her against his chest and continued, “…and I hold you against me, close to my heart, so that you feel warm, protected, and most importantly, loved.  I might even stroke your back to give you that bit of extra comfort to really sell the scene.”
“Oh, my God,” Cherri said, settling herself comfortably against Angel’s chest.  “You really are an expert at this.  And I thought you were gay.”
“Eh, I prefer men, but I can service either gender,” Angel said, settling his head against the pillow.  “Although to be honest, I have been growing to like snuggling with women a lot more these past few weeks.”
“Oh, really now?” Cherri asked.
“Yeah,” Angel said, rubbing Cherri’s back and prompting her to relax into Angel’s chest even more.  “Women are soft and warm.  I still prefer fucking men, but ladies ain’t so bad if you’re lookin’ for a snuggle buddy.”
“Be careful,” Cherri said before letting out a massive yawn.  “You might be turning bi.”
Angel chuckled to himself as he sat up quickly to pull the blankets over himself and Cherri.  Angel settled back into bed and Cherri moaned pleasantly as she buried her face back into Angel’s fluff.
The two laid like that and quickly drifted off to sleep.
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harringtonheartache · 5 years
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Daybreak | Part Two
Part Three 
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Lab Escapee! Reader?
Summary: Part two of this fic. A less eventful chapter but a necessary one! Next part will be super fun n’ cute (-:
Word Count: 2,900+
Warning(s): Cussing
A/N: Here ya go! P.S. When I described Steve’s room I took from what little we saw of it in S1 + added some details of my own. I included the The Smiths poster because their debut album came out around the time of ST (1984) and I love their music & would like to think Steve would enjoy it too. & yes Queen and Joy Division are based on my own music taste as well.
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“Okay, so this is my room,” he told her as he welcomed her into his bedroom with grand exclamation. “You can have my bed, I don’t mind the floor,” he said as he gathered a spare pillow and blanket from his closet. They were folded nicely, the work of his mother most likely. Disregardful of their neat composure, he tossed the bedding to the floor. She stared at her proposed sleeping arrangement for the night. His bed was double in size compared to what she was used to, presumably offering greater comfort as well. “I promise the sheets are clean,” he spoke up at her apparent reluctance. Her head moved swiftly in his direction, and he stood with a look of utmost sincerity. “Okay,” she told him. She wanted to thank him again, but did not allow herself when his attention fell from her and he went about setting up his own bed for the night.
She climbed on top of the surrendered piece of furniture, feeling the cushioned fabric beneath her as she did so. Her assumptions were correct, it was much nicer than her bunk at the lab.
“So tomorrow I have to go to school,” Steve said, bringing up a topic of conversation that needed discussing before they could sleep.
“School?”
“Yeah, it’s where people go to learn. I have to leave at 7 in the morning, and you can’t come with me, but I will be back by 3.” The panic returned. As much as she thought herself someone to take comfort in solitude, she knew herself someone to fear such a thing in unfamiliar environments.
“You’re leaving?”
“Yeah, but I’ll be back. You can sleep the entire time I’m gone if you want, I won’t be that long. But you have to stay in this room. My mom will be home and she can’t know you’re here, remember?”
There were too many holes in the plan. “What if she comes upstairs?” Upstairs was supposed to be her hideaway.
“Um,” Steve returned to a place of deep consideration and planning. “Here,” he said. He moved the upper half of his body forward, partially abandoning his makeshift bed to reach underneath the one 009 sat upon. His hands emerged with a few belongings: a sweatshirt, one shoe, and an old backpack. He tossed these forgotten items in the direction of his closet, although they fell short of full entry.
“If you hear anyone come upstairs, hide under here,” he spoke again, confidence in his own scheme restored.
She gave him an inquisitive look. “Under the bed?” she questioned.
“Yes. I would tell you to hide in the closet but if she comes into my room she is probably putting clothes away in there. So, if you hear anything just go under the bed. There’s lots of room, it’s not that bad, and you probably won’t even have to. My mom doesn’t come in my room that much.” That much. To her, that sounded like a game of chance she didn’t care to participate in, but she complied nonetheless as she was grateful for anywhere to hide.
“Okay, under the bed.”
A procedure ready to be followed, spoken and memorized through one conversation.
“Oh, shit,” Steve exclaimed softly, mostly to himself. Standing from his place on the floor, he moved to find the door handle. With a small click, he locked it. The girl watched this action as he performed it much to her consternation. He began to settle himself again but was not able to completely do so without noticing her concern. “Oh, I-,” he started, “I’m not locking you in, I just don’t want my parents walking in here while we’re asleep. You can just turn that small lock on the knob to the right and it will unlock.” He explained this, his tone benevolent. She was appreciative of this clarification, and filed his thoughtful instructions away in her head for possible future reference. A smile was offered in response.  
A few minutes passed, the lights no longer illuminating the entire room. Steve’s thoughtful nature did not end with the door lock however, as he left his desk lamp on to rid the girl of any worries pure darkness may have brought. They laid in their respective beds, 009 tucked under Steve’s own comforter that smelled pleasantly of him. It was a strange occurrence for her - sleeping in a bed that smelled of someone else. The scent became comforting; it served as a reminder that she was not sleeping in the same bed she had been in all of one night ago. She was not at the lab. “Hey, Steve?” she was ready to give him the thank-you she intended to give him earlier. He didn’t pause long before offering her a small hmm? to let her know he was listening, but long enough to take recognition of her first use of his name.  
“Thank you”.
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“Shit, where the hell- Are you kidding me I just- shit.” Steve’s thoughts dropped out of his mouth, loudly enough to wake up 009. She sat up quickly, a small gasp leaving her mouth; a gasp she hoped Steve didn’t hear once she realized where she was. Terror was still engraved into her mind, and it would take more than one night of sleeping safely for her to rid herself of this feeling. It had become her daily ritual to fear whomever she would face first thing in the morning.
“Oh, hey. Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up. Have you seen my- what the hell am I saying no you haven’t seen my backp- wait it’s in the car. Right?” He now spoke with a whisper to his tone. As opposed to last night, they were not entirely alone anymore. His parents were now home, and he couldn’t be heard talking to a person they weren’t supposed to know was there.
“Hey yesterday - in the car - did you happen to see a backpack in there?” She blinked a few times in substitution for a response. She had not yet fully returned to Steve’s bedroom from her state of sleep, or from her morning delusion that landed her momentarily in the lab. “I- I don’t know,” She now responded, but her answer did not help him any more than her silence had.
“Shit, well, I hope it’s in there.” He gave up on his bedroom search and now passed his attention to the task of putting on his shoes. “I’ll be back in a few hours, by 3:00, okay? There's a clock on my nightstand so you will know what time it is. And uh, remember your hiding spot if you hear anyone coming upstairs.” He told her these things with quickness to his words. She heard every one though, and chose to say “okay,” when she realized he was focused on tying his shoes and would not see her nod her head ‘yes’.
He now stood from the place he had been crouching on the floor. “I’ll see you soon, okay?” He seemed averse to leaving her sitting neatly atop his bed. For a second he pondered who would be more questioning: his mother after finding her in his bedroom, or Hawkins High’s staff and students if they saw her following him through a day of school like a service dog. While the second option allowed him to stay by her side, number one presented itself as the best choice if she were to be discovered. This time she nodded to his farewell, an addition of her own voice leaving a “goodbye” at the gesture’s tail end. He smiled at her, a comforting gesture. Opening the door, he slid his body between the small area of room he left open for his departure. He did not even chance fully opening the door, for someone could be in the hallway. Her responsive smile faded as the door drew closed, and she sat unmoving where he had left her.
While he had originally told her that she could sleep the entire time he was away, she now thought that to be a bad idea since the conversation of someone walking in on her. Why couldn’t she just lock the door? She guessed it would arise too many questions, or just be entered anyway (using a key) without the repellent of a sleeping boy behind it. His family was polite enough not to disturb a resting person. The idea of family sat at the top of her mind, asking her who she could claim to be her own. She refused to answer that question, even to her own brain, recognizing the truth was not a single person. Instead she glanced to his nightstand, where his promised clock sat. 7:09 it read. She thought of getting up to explore his bedroom, the concept of privacy something she was without experience with, but told herself that she shouldn’t move. Moving produced sound, and she didn’t want to have to retreat to the underside of the bed she laid upon.
She settled on exploring with her eyes. His room was simple, the bed she sat upon was the centerpiece. The walls were covered with a white plaid wallpaper, and the curtains that hung in front of the window were patterned to match. The sun was already poking through the blinds, but she did not wish to close the curtains and mask the pale light. On the wall to her left was a poster that read The Smiths. Centered underneath it was a dresser, various items scattered across the top - a hair comb, a few tapes with names like Queen and Joy Division scribbled with slanted writing across the front, and a silver stereo to play said tapes on. She pulled the comforter up to her nose and sank a little - making sure that she could still see the gap under the door that provided half an inch of sight into the hallway. That half inch was going to be watched carefully, as if it could really give her significant insight as to what was going on through to the other side of it. She knew that if someone were to walk in right now, she would be fully visible, but tucked under the covers she still felt safer. Maybe part of it was that reassuring scent of the comforter.
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2:32. The lock was still climbing to 3, but was now only 28 minutes away. Having abandoned the heat of the covers, the hiding girl who had remained in Steve’s bedroom all day sat cross-legged where she had slept that night. Twenty-eight minutes left, meaning that seven hours and thirty-two minutes had passed where she had not been disturbed. A soft beat: feet on carpeted stairs. A sound perhaps easy to miss if you were not waiting to hear it all day. Number nine heard it, and moved from her place on his bed for the first time that day. She pressed herself onto the floor quickly, using her hands to push herself under the bedskirt of the mattress frame. The sound came to a stop, soon replaced by the noise of a creaking door. She swore the door had not been that loud when Steve had left his morning. Becoming suddenly aware of her breathe, she began to hold it in her lungs. She doesn’t come into my room that much. Steve’s promise was now disproven, or perhaps today was the occurrence that had prohibited him from telling her that his mother did not come into his room at all.
Her hands were pressed to the floor in front of her, sure to be imprinted with marks of the carpet’s texture when she drew them away. She heard another door slide open - the closet. She mentally thanked Steve for choosing her hiding spot with consideration. How long would his mother be? The underside of a bed was no place to stay for the remaining 28 minutes. Perhaps it was closer to 25 now. From under the bed, she scooted backwards until her feet touched the wall. She wanted to be as far away as possible from the woman who threatened her discovery. Her discovery and likely return to the lab. More footsteps were heard now, but these were quick and heavy, someone besides his mom. They entered the room with haste, and the sound of the door hitting the back of Steve’s bedroom wall made 009 flinch. Was it his dad, was he home too? Under the bed, the girl closed her eyes. She had already stopped breathing and hoped that eliminating her sense of sight would somehow eliminate theirs too. A voice broke from the panicked entry. “Mom, hey! What-a- what are you doing?” It was Steve. Home 24 minutes early.
“I was just putting some stuff from downstairs back in your room, why? Is everything okay?” the voice without a face questioned. “Yeah! Yeah everything’s fine, I just have this uh-” Steve stumbled over his own words, trying to spit them out quickly so that he could check the underneath of his bed for the person he worried greatly about. The room looked just how he had left it, aside from her absence. For a second he questioned whether she was under the bed or gone completely. “I have this project I have to finish for tomorrow and I really need to hurry.” A weak lie, he would admit that, but one fitting of a teenager, and one his mother would eat up without question. “Okay, I’ll get out of your hair,” she told him. With that last sentence, the soft beat of her steps resumed as she left the room. The door closed again - most likely Steve’s doing considering the amount of force recognizably used to do so. 009 did not move from under the bed, even with her confident suspicion that he was now the only person besides her in the room. “Nine?” he asked in a whisper, a whisper even softer than the one he had utilized this morning. He bent down, lifting the bedskirt a little too rapidly for her comfort. She flinched again. He sighed. “Oh thank fuck, are you okay?” She turned her head to him, meeting his eye with a look of unease. “It’s safe now,” he told her. He reached out a hand, offering her removal from her place of concealment. She took it; an act of trust in the person who eliminated the threat. She was pulled from the narrow opening beneath the bed frame, her feet leaving their place against the wall. Now she was able to stand, and let out her own sigh once she did.
“I’m so sorry, I came home as soon as possible. The traffic in the parking lot was just really bad and- I’m sorry I really didn’t think she would come up here.” He finished his hurried apology, getting it out quickly as if she would retreat back into her place of hiding if he were not fast enough. He turned around to pick up the plate he had abandoned atop his set of drawers during his panic. “Here, I brought you another sandwich,” he told her. The sound of glass leaving a wooden surface rang in the air as he lifted it to give to her. He smiled at her, a look of sincere apology. Her own face dropped the slightly hostile expression and picked up a smile of her own. “Thank you,” she said.
They both sat on his bed now, herself tearing the sandwich into smaller bites and him offering her conversation after hours of silence and seclusion. His explanation of his day fell to a conclusion. Hearing of a normal teenager’s life was both compelling and saddening to Nine. “Do you want to go out?” he decided to present her with a question. “Like to the store? We can buy you some things. You know, like necessities. Your own toothbrush, deodorant, things like that?” An afternoon out of his bedroom, appealing at first thought, but dangerous after a second. “What if someone sees me? They’re probably looking for me, it’s too unsafe,” she reminded him. It was like he had forgotten she was a fugitive. His expression abandoned delight and met dissatisfaction. “Shit,” his response was simple. They sat for another moment, her fingers fiddling with the crust of the wheat bread. “Wait,” he told her. He returned to the place where his mother had been earlier, peering into his closet. He removed from inside a hat, one with a thick brim. “You can wear this! I also have a pair of sunglasses in my car, they will cover your face. Plus you will be in my clothes so nobody will recognize you, right?” His tone was hopeful again. A promise he couldn’t make, but one he was confident in.
She pondered his proposal. It was not the best, certainly, but it was also one that her strong desire to leave the house made hard to shoot down. A hat and sunglasses. Was that all it would really take to keep her safe? Her eyes looked over the hat, studying the object she considered putting her complete faith in to protect her identity. Her eyes then traveled to Steve’s face. It wore a look of both longing and optimism. It made her trust him and his stupid plan a little bit more. “Okay,” she spoke up. “Let’s go.” The underside of her teeth met her bottom lip and she pulled it in to present him with a close-mouthed smile. He returned one, and added a laugh. He took a few paces forward, and extended his hand that held the hat. He watched her face, careful to only make contact if she was comfortable. Gently, he placed the hat on top of her head and smiled down at her. “I don’t even recognize you,” he told her jokingly.
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peridottea91 · 4 years
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CH 3: Questions
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Summary: The angels have fallen, the pearly gates have been shut down. Desperate for a way to undo Metatron’s spell, Sam and Kevin turn to Crowley, who receives a cryptic message from Abaddon regarding Alphas and Eve, Mother of Monsters. Diving into the Men of Letters' records, Sam finds out about a set of classified journals belonging to a former hunter turned MoL field agent. In an effort to uncover what secrets the journals were hiding, the infamous Winchesters are led to a fellow legacy. The problem is, she doesn’t know anything about the supernatural!
Pairing: TBD (Sam x OFC or Dean x OFC)
Word Count: 3,030
Warnings: Fluff, sorta Crack!Fic, Kripke-era Dark Themes, some Angst, Eventual Smut, Good Omens References
Beta’d by: @wingedcatninja​
Divider by: @firefly-in-darkness​ / @firefly-graphics​
A/N: SPN Rewrite for Season 9-?? (TBD) *UPDATED 8/9/2020*
THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY. DO NOT REPOST MY WORK ON ANY OTHER SITES.
MAIN MASTERLIST - SERIES MASTERLIST
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Sam strode up to his brother, a small bounce in his step as he handed Dean his usual coffee order.
"You have no right to be so chipper in this weather," Dean griped bitterly as he shot Sam a dirty look, "What's got you in such a good mood?"
Sam shrugged nonchalantly, "We're in a historical city, about to walk into a normally restricted-access library.  Not many folks get this opportunity, Dean."
"Aww.  Mr. Man of Letters is all excited to see books!  You'd probably jizz your shorts if you went to the capitol building," Dean mocked as he took a swig from his morning brew, the duo making their way down the block to the main entrance of the Department of Interior.
"Bite me."
Sam and Dean crossed the street and made their way up the stone steps of the federal building.  Like most buildings throughout DC, the sandstone exterior was familiar yet imposing.  Colossal pilasters and pillars stood guard over antique, weathered, bronze doors while hundreds of windows littered the upper half of the otherwise plain exterior.  Admittedly, the Winchesters almost drove past it at first, not noticing the historical building tucked behind a line of trees and a giant, antiqued statue of a man astride a horse.  The Main Interior Building blended into the background of the city, easily mistaken for just another piece of the Smithsonian Institute.
As soon as they walked through the two sets of double doors into the lobby, the two hunters were greeted by a sudden blast of cold air.  Compared to the surprisingly stagnant humidity of summer in Downtown DC, it was a welcome relief.  Polished, tan, and brown floors and more Indian sandstone decorated the main lobby.  Behind the mahogany security desk, mounted on the central pillar, were the portraits of the Secretary of the Interior and the standing President of the United States.  To their right sat the entrance to the auditorium, decorated floor-to-ceiling in vintage, 1930s woodwork.  And to their left, flanked by "Free Museum Week" banners and a set of metal detectors, was the entrance to the library.
The first thing the brothers noticed upon entering the library was a miniature buffalo on display in the center of the room, protected by a glass case. 
"Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam," Dean crooned off-key with a grin.  Sam simply rolled his eyes and shook his head.  Unlike his brother, Sam was far more interested in the library itself.
More checkered tiles and off-white sandstone adorned the walls and floor of the library’s main area.  Two, long, mahogany tables similar to the ones in the Bunker sat on either side of the buffalo figure, with a matching receptions desk backed against the entryway to a smaller, wood-paneled area.  While the main section of the library was relatively sparse, the upper level, which Sam could see clearly from the first floor, was lined top to bottom with shelves practically full of books.  Knowing that they were standing in a library usually restricted to federal employees only, it took every ounce of willpower the younger Winchester had to combat the itch of curiosity.
Sam and Dean strode up to the reference desk where a rather bored-looking, middle-aged woman sat flipping through a magazine.  As soon as she noticed the two hunters approach, however, she perked up instantly.  
"How can I help you, gentlemen," she asked sweetly, shamelessly raking her eyes over both of them.
"I'm Special Agent Plant.  This is my partner, Special Agent Page," Dean introduced as he and Sam flashed their fake FBI badges.  Thank God Kevin thought ahead and made sure their IDs were up to snuff, "We're looking for a coworker of yours named Evan Colt.  We understand that she's a librarian and curator here?"
Almost instantly, the sweet smile was replaced with a sour pucker as the woman rolled her eyes and let out an annoyed huff, "Oh.  Of course, you are.  She's up there," the woman pointed dismissively, "Stairs on the right."
Sam and Dean nodded their thanks and exchanged brief, wide-eyed looks as they made their way towards the stairs to the library's mezzanine level.  The woman crossed her arms and watched resentfully as they walked away, making both men uncomfortable. Once certain they were out of earshot, the pair immediately began discussing the abrupt attitude change.
"Dude, what the hell was that about?"  Dean muttered, casting a glance back over his shoulder.  The middle-aged receptionist was still watching silently judging their every step.
"Dunno, but clearly, our fellow legacy has made some friends."
"Oh, yeah, they’re total besties," Dean commented sarcastically.
Once they climbed to the upper level of the library, it didn't take Sam and Dean long to locate their target.  The moment Sam saw her, however, his breath caught in his throat.  Perched atop a ladder and busy cataloging several large books was the Good Omens girl Sam had given his number to not even an hour prior.  White, collared, cotton shirt with grey, plaid skirt, tousled, chocolate hair partially tied back with messy, side-swept bangs—Sam recognized her immediately.  Just like when he first saw her in the cramped coffee shop, the younger Winchester couldn’t help but stare.
"Oh, shit!  Finally, a hot librarian!" Dean hissed excitedly.
Sam grunted in acknowledgment, feeling the heat rise in his ears and face, "Just keep it in your pants, Casanova."
As ashamed as he was to admit it, Sam couldn't help but stare as her dark, thigh-high stockings peeked out from underneath her skirt as she leaned over to put a book away.  Or appreciate how the soft, supple curve of her backside accentuated her feminine frame.  It went without saying, this view was undoubtedly preferable to only being able to partially see her from behind a coffee self-serve station.  That wasn't to say she hadn't been pleasant to look at earlier.  In fact, Sam found her to be quite pretty, with long lashes and youthful, girlish features.  However, Sam also knew that if he appreciated Evan’s appearance, his brother definitely was going to make a move on her, much to his dismay.
Both men paused a moment and tilted their heads in admiration.  After giving the silent “how ya doin’,” Sam and Dean both straightened and returned their attention to the task at hand.
"Ms. Colt?  If we could have a moment?" Dean called up to her, flashing his badge when she peeked at him from underneath her arm.
"Sure thing."
Setting the remaining three books atop the nearest shelf, Evan kicked her supporting leg out behind her, and gracefully slid down the ladder.  Both Sam and Dean jumped slightly in surprise when she suddenly landed before them. Turning around, Evan's breath hitched, and she paused at the familiar face.
"Agent Sam," she grinned coyly, "I have to wonder about those nice and accurate prophecies if I'm seeing you again so soon."
Sam let out a bemused huff and smiled at her in return, "Oh, I don't know.  At least it's not Sgt. Shadwell coming to interview you."
"If it were Shadwell interviewing me, he'd accuse me of being a harlot before I could even open my mouth to speak,” Evan snarked in response, “At least you have nicer hair."
Sam ducked his chin and laughed shyly as Evan watched with a tiny smirk.  Dean glanced between the two of them, very much feeling like a third wheel who missed an inside joke.  Rolling his eyes, Dean cleared his throat and got their attention.  It would have been a little nice to know that his brother had already met who they were coming to interview.
"Ms. Colt—"
"Evan."
"Evan," Dean continued, "We're here to ask you a few questions regarding your grandfather."
Evan's smile faltered, and her face noticeably fell.  Swallowing hard, Evan subconsciously hunched her shoulders and clasped her hands behind her back, "What would you like to know?"
"We know he passed away a few months ago.  We're sorry for your loss," Sam said sympathetically.
"Thank you…”
"Your grandfather raised you, correct?"
Evan nodded, "Yes.  He and my grandmother did after my parents died.  But you already know that don’t you?"
"Just verifying some things," Dean reassured, "Now, Evan, we were wondering if your grandfather kept any journals when he was alive.  Were working on an old, cold case and think there might be something in his journals that could help us."
“Your family said that you’d be the one to have them if he did,” Sam added.
Evan hummed in response, eyeing Sam and Dean warily.
"What?"
"You aren't the first ones to come asking about granddad's journals," Evan explained as she leaned back against the ladder.
Sam and Dean exchanged glances at this information, "Who else came asking about them?"
Evan took a deep breath, "Well, about a week or two after he died, some woman from veteran affairs came by the house.  And then, just last week, a couple of guys came in here who claimed they were researching his old Naval Reserve group.”
"I take it you didn't believe them," Sam surmised.
"Look, history and research are kinda my thing... Obviously.  If you're going to do any sort of military research, you'd typically do something surrounding a major war, skirmish, or battle.  Even minor ones would get looked into, depending on the war," Evan explained rather expressively, her head bobbing and hands waving as she spoke.  "So, that being said, nobody looking for interesting military history is going to come snooping for information on the naval reserves from a salty, backwater, middle-of-nowhere town during the 1950s."
"Not unless they had a personal interest," Sam concluded again.  Evan shrugged her shoulders and nodded in agreement.
"Point taken,” Dean conceded, “What else can you tell us about these people?"
Evan scrunched up her face as she wracked her memory, "Umm…  Well, it was two months ago, but the woman from Veteran Affairs was sharply dressed in a black suit. Brunette, skinny, looked like a typical Fed.  But the two guys from last week," Evan bit the inside of her lip in thought, "Not like they belonged in a federal building."
"How so?"
"Try grungy, roadie-rejects in cheap suits.  Security kept an eye on them too since they looked and acted a little shady.  It's summer, and its unseasonably warm already, so of course, we get people off the street who just pop in to cool off and carry on their merry way.  But these guys?  They made everybody cringe."
Sam and Dean pondered for a moment at Evan’s words.  With Alphas working to bring Eve back, it wouldn’t have been surprising that they would send someone after the journals.  But twice?  Something about it just didn’t sit right.
"So, do you have the journals?" Sam asked.
"Technically, I do, but," Evan paused and cast her gaze down at her feet.  
“But what?” Dean pressed.
“They’re packed away n boxes, somewhere in storage,” Evan said softly, “I almost took a peek at them, but just couldn’t quite bring myself to, yet.  I have no clue what’s in them…"  
Sam gave her a sympathetic look.  It was apparent that Evan was still taking her grandfather's passing hard.  It was unsurprising considering that it had only just barely been two months.
"We understand," Dean nodded solemnly, "Now, tell us, have you noticed any strange smells lately?  Like rotten eggs or sulfur?"
Sam whipped his head so fast that it should have snapped his neck in half.  Evan furrowed her brows in confusion at the question.
"What?"
"Maybe anyone with strange colored, or black eyes?"
Evan stared at Dean like he grew an extra head, mouth agape.
"Sorry.  He, uh, i-ignore him.  We'll just- We'll be in touch if we have any other questions," Sam recovered quickly, smiling awkwardly at Evan as he shoved his brother back towards the stairs. "Thank you for your time."
"Yeah… Uh-huh," Evan narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms as she watched the pair leave.  She could see Sam angrily, yet quietly scold his partner as they walked away.  Clearly, he wasn't too happy with those questions, although they were strange questions, to begin with.
Slowly turning around, Evan re-climbed the ladder and attempted to resume her previous task.  But just as she picked up a book, she hesitated and rotated on the ladder to look down at the main floor.  The two federal agents were talking heatedly while they walked, both taking long strides out of the library and around the corner.  So many people had come asking about the journals, more than she had previously let on to the supposed agents.  It was getting to the point where Evan was growing increasingly suspicious.  After having received seven different inquiries, Evan was withholding details on sheer principle.  It certainly didn't help that the majority of people had been overly pushy, although Sam and his “partner” had been far more accommodating.
Quickly getting back to task, Evan appropriately shelved the three books and descended the ladder once again.  Making her way downstairs to the main floor, Evan ignored the judgmental looks of her coworker and beelined straight to her locker in the back.  Once sure that she was alone, Evan unlocked and opened it, and pulled out a worn, leather-bound journal.  Gently tracing her fingers over the engraving on the cover, she soon became lost in thought.  Admittedly, Evan had initially liked Sam, when they flirted in the coffee shop, but their second meeting had left her feeling wary.  There was no way that he and his "partner" were federal agents, not with those cheap suits, scuffed shoes, and Sam's hair.  Evan hugged the journal to her chest and breathed deeply—something was wrong, and it was starting to scare her.
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"Dude! What the fuck!?  Why the hell are you asking her about demons? We already know it's monsters who want the book," Sam hissed as they made their way back to the Impala.
"Think about it, Sammy, Crowley was told by Abaddon that Alphas are trying to resurrect Eve.  Why would she just let that slide?  Monsters kill demons, too.  Eve coming back not only means trouble for Crowley but for the red-headed bitch as well."
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"So, what, you think she put a hit out on Evan so she could get the journals?"
"Maybe.  Sure as hell wouldn’t put it past her.  But consider this: those journals could contain a way to seal up Purgatory forever.  With heaven on lockdown and Crowley off the playing field—"
"Getting those journals would guarantee Abaddon the throne to Hell and make demons the top of the food chain," Sam concluded, leaning his elbows against the roof of the Impala as realization set in.
"Yahtzee.  I'll tell ya what else—we definitely gotta keep an eye on Evan.  She's a walking target for every bad son-of-a-bitch out there, whether or not those journals actually have what they're looking for," Dean pointed out.
Sam let out a sigh and looked away.  Dean was right, Evan was basically a sitting duck.   If monsters didn't get to her out of impatience or desperation, Abaddon just might.  Perhaps the biggest rub, however, had to be that Evan’s life as she knew it was officially over.
“Don’t worry, Sammy, we’ll protect your girlfriend,” Dean smirked.
Sam rolled his eyes and gave his brother his best bitch-face, “Dude.  Don’t start.”
“What?  I’m just sayin,’ you two were getting pretty friendly back there.”
“We just talked while waiting for coffee this morning.  That’s all,” Sam argued, heat rising in his cheeks again.
“Hey man, I get it,” ignoring his brother’s protest, “Soft curves, pretty, and those thigh highs?  Mmf…  Wonder if she’s a naughty librarian?” Dean wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Sam let out an annoyed huff and jerked open Baby’s passenger door. Climbing in to temporarily cease Dean’s immature teasing, he slammed the door and waited for him.  As soon as Sam had ducked inside the car, Dean’s smile faltered.  Yet another innocent person was about to get their world flipped upside-down by demons and the supernatural.  Not to mention that Ezekiel still had his brother on the mend.  How many more cases until Sam figured it out?  Until he realized something was going on behind his back?  Dean stared thoughtfully at the building they had just left for a moment before also climbing in.
The two hunters made their way back to their motel room just outside the city to shower and change.  They both seriously doubted that anything supernatural would be dumb enough to make a move at a federal building in broad daylight.  So, Sam and Dean decided that it made more sense to return at the end of Evan’s shift.  In the meantime, the brothers grabbed some food and hit the books again, dialing Kevin back at the Bunker to see if he uncovered anything on his end.
"Whatcha got, Kevin?"
"Nothing new so far about Eve or the Alphas," he admitted, "But I did some more digging on Tennison."
"And?"
"Nothing really out of the ordinary.  Was a mechanic for a post office for a few years before becoming Postmaster General, his wife worked for the Census Bureau until she retired in ’87, they moved back to his family's property in Southern Maryland full-time two years later…"
"So, that family has a history of government connections," Dean concluded.
"Basically."
"Not surprising, given the area," Sam commented, “Lots of long-rooted families in the DMV are federal or state employees.  Plus, seeing as he was a Man of Letters…”
"Good point,” Dean conceded.
"Hey, do you think his wife was a member, too?  Wouldn't be the first time they welcomed a woman among the ranks, especially considering Josie Sands."
“Hmm…  Hey, Kev, see what you can dig up on this guy’s wife.  There might be a possibility that she was a member, too."
"Will do."
"Call us when you find something."
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Dean hung up the call and stared at his phone a moment.  Lightly squeezing the pack of cigarettes in his pocket, Dean’s brows furrowed as he once again became lost in thought.  He could swear that he knew the name Tennison from somewhere but couldn't quite place it.  It had been nagging at the back of his mind ever since Sam came across it at the Bunker.  Until they knew for certain that Evan was out of harm's way and had secured the journals, however, it was just going to have to wait.
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Batwoman
2019 series > Ep 1-3
*sigh*
Okay here goes...I’m going to break it down for you:
The trailers & ads:
I was skeptical about watching this show as all the trailers for it were terrible.
As a woman I can honestly say each and every trailer made me cringe & go ‘stop!’. They were SO bad.
But, that’s not the actors’ fault. They’re given lines they have to deliver on & Ruby Rose seemed to deliver on those decently enough I suppose.
In the trailers, my biggest issue was the terrible dialogue & poor makeup/wardrobe.
The campy style Batwoman costume & the sloppy bat tattoos...ugh! Why would anyone think that would be appealing?!
Now, onto the show...
There is one & ONLY one reason I watched this show...my mom! I figured I had to give it a shot. But it was not because my mom like it. She in fact, hated it!
My mom, who loves everything from medical & criminal dramas, to shows about witchcraft & medieval times. She somehow even loves campy movies like Dark Shadows. She’s a huge fan of Wonder Woman (comics, tv show & recent movie). She loved the Captain Marvel movie. She is a comic fan and loved Batman & Batwoman growing up.
Yet, she hates this show!
After seeing videos & online posts ALL saying it’s because non fans hate the show because they’re bigots, that’s not true.
The show is awful - so I suppose the trailers were accurate.
My mother could care less what people do for their own pleasure- and like she taught us, “as long as no one’s being hurt & it’s consensual, who cares?”
So right now, just to paint you a picture, neither her nor I care about the lesbian storyline in Batwoman. I don’t care if she’s gay straight, bi, attracted to pumpkins etc. Have at it.
The reason I chose to watch this show is because my mother loves fun well written entertainment & sometimes just silly fluff to get her mind off reality. And as my best friend we have that in common. Our viewing tastes are very similar. So when my mom says something was terrible, it piques my interest (much more than those awful trailers).
The actors:
Most of the actors aren’t bad. Since Dougray Scott is in this I take it as a comparison amongst the others. If you don’t know who he is ...he was in Ever After, Desperate Housewives, Fear the Walking Dead, Hemlock Grove and a thousand other projects. He’s a good actor. However, in Batwoman he has a few mistakes with his accent & delivery of a few lines (much fewer mistakes than the rest of the cast).
But all the actors have mis-steps with their lines & delivery of the lines. Whose job is it to stop them & try again until it’s good? The director
Some actors aren’t as strong as others but after watching the show, I think the strongest actors are: Dougray Scott, Nicole Kang, & Rachel Skarsten. They seem to work with what they’ve got. Trying their best. But the dialogue!
There was a line about Kate Kane having mixed feelings for her sister & didn’t want her hurt because “Duh, feelings”. .... 🙄...she’s a medical student?? The writers gave the actor THAT to work with? Okay...um, they couldn’t have done a second draft and tweaked it? You didn’t find it needed a little more work? Like wrote this instead “it’s only natural to be conflicted...” which makes her sound intelligent. Instead, “Duh, feelings”?!
Unfortunately we come down to Ruby Rose. She’s not a good actress. She seemed to be more talented in the trailers than the actual show but that was because she showed something I like to call emotion.
What happened? Every single line RR delivers has zero affect. Even when she’s literally smiling there is no emotion in her eyes....what only makes her look psychotic. And she moves her eyebrows up & down sooooo much. It’s distracting.
However, she (like the other actors) does seem to be trying. With that said, if you can’t be pulled into the character or the actors’ take on them then it suspends disbelief.
I have nothing against Ruby Rose but knowing she was a model gives context. They work with their eyebrows a lot & any acting they do is for about 20 seconds of a commercial. It’s clear that RR is tackling the tv show like she would a modeling job. Only now she has a s****y wardrobe.
However, she can’t act. She is monotonous & sounds robotic.
I do think though that’s made worse by the director probably not pushing to do enough takes. Sometimes directors instruct actors to act a certain way which makes them sound worse.
Ie) Hayden Christensen acted beautifully in an old tv show where he played a victim of molestation. In Star Wars a Phantom Menace he was apparently told to act more annoyed then angry so voila he came across as a brat...
So I do wonder what influence the director had here.
The wardrobe/makeup:
Papa Kane, Leaders of the Crows, my man Dougray...yes he still looks good in his suits but he’s always shown wearing the same suit. Wardrobe actually helps tell a story especially in a show like this. But it’s like the budget is too small or the director forgot about anyone other than Kate & Beth.
Morning scenes, have him with a little extra stubble, some make up to look like he has dark circles under his eyes. Ruffle his hair. Have him sitting in a hideous vintage t-shirt while they have breakfast. Kate could see how awful he looks and ask “did you get any sleep?” Then they could talk about how worried he is for the city, Kate, or even thinking about Beth! Kate could see the shirt & go “didn’t I get you that?” And he says “yeah for my birthday” and she says “that was ten years ago”.Boom! Shows he loves his daughter & a tiny bonding moment. ...but this never happened.
Luke Fox. Somehow they took an attractive actor and made him look about 20 years older just by wearing glasses that belong to Angela from Who’s the Boss!
Give Luke some 2019 glasses that sit properly on his nose! And the same for the rest of his clothes. They don’t fit right. The show is trying to nerd him up but you can make people awkward, nerdy , or quirky without downplaying their looks. Have Fox wear jeans with his vests, or a fun t-shirt with a suit jacket etc.
Kate Kane. She has the worst wardrobe in the show! Though Batwoman’s suit looks tacky & campy...
Give Kate nicer clothes! They do not need to be expensive but they do need to give her a personality.
1) Plaid...why? Lesbians wearing plaid is a stereotype so WHY would this show advertising itself as modern & breaking the barriers have their main character wearing something so cliche? Makes zero sense. However, since plaid (aka tartan) is making a comeback in fashion they could have used it (if they really had to) in another piece of clothing. A scarf, gloves, shoes? (I actually have a pair of red plaid boots which are durable and adorable). Throwing on a plaid shirt is just lazy.
2) Her hair. Okay so if they’re going for the short-during-military-training look I get it but Ruby Rose has the same hairstyle in everything. I wish she’d just either grow it out or chop it all off. They could have had a scene where she’s fiddling with it in the mirror like she’s self conscious about the new do...showing human insecurities.
3) The leather jacket. Sigh... okay this is my personal opinion but I think the black leather jacket in shows is used too much. It immediately signals strength & a tough exterior right? Well literally everyone knows this. It’s not subtle. I mean I love how it was used on Supernatural where the coat had a history but it was tied into a backstory and eventually was used less and less. But the leather coat was used more in early seasons (which was as far as 15 yrs ago). Other shows always have the ‘bad boy’ wear the jacket. It’s so boring. I’d rather if Kate strolled you wearing a fun typographic shirt or a basic t-shirt and have an expensive belt because she has a thing for belts (subtly nodding to one Batwoman has to use).
There were many choices other than a basic plaid top and black leather jacket. Wardrobe decisions that could give the character/actor subtle layers or tools to work with. But that too was done lazily.
Set design:
Dark & gloomy? ✅
Isolated & abandoned feeling? ✅
Appropriate to the corresponding event... 🙈 not so much.
Ie) the bridge where the family’s car fell off. Whether it’s done with cgi or finding the right location, the bridge in question was generic. Now if the bridge was higher up and/or there were super super wild & crazy rapids maybe, just maybe we’d believe Batman thought Beth was a goner. But it was actual fairly tame so it made Batman look like he just saw the car hanging and go “hey my shift ended an hour ago” and walk off.
And,
The “secret” entrance to the bat cave is in Wayne enterprises? Wouldn’t that be hard to get to? I can picture Bruce hanging around in the garage waiting to go in...he starts over to the door, someone comes, he stops...ya know because everyone knows him...
It’s just weird. There were so many other options.
Special effects:
Some have been pretty bad so far. This is a CW trait. I don’t know if they separate the budget for the directors or not. Is it all one lump number or are they told ‘this is for the production & this is for the special effects?’. I wonder because other CW shows seem to have tiny budgets allocated to the effects. In any case, a show about super villains & heroes needs bigger budgets so it looks more believeable.
The writing:
The writing is just bad. Writing lines like “duh sisters” for a character who is supposed to be educated & intelligent seems ridiculous.
Question - if Bruce Wayne has family why didn’t he stay with them when his parents died? Or they with him? Is this a plot hole from the comics or just this show?
Unrealistic. Yes it’s a superhero story but we care less if the person has all their skills & abilities immediately.
My bff and I love superhero shows but we both had the same problems here as with Supergirl. She just had her powers & didn’t really struggle with them. I watched 2 episodes & was bored already.
Batwoman was so boring but I wanted to see if it got better. It hasn’t.
This show needed to spend episode 1 where she’s discovering how bad Gotham was without Batman & where he went. Is he doing a really long pub crawl? Saving people in another country/city? Dead? Kate shows zero concern for her missing cousin & for some reason, hates him.
Kate immediately knowing how to use the bat equipment with zero practices...how at the beginning she’s swimming in ice water for no reason and doesn’t get hypothermia?? That’s all very unbelievable.
Kate is written as Mary Sue. She knows all & has the most skills in the world! Why??? Okay so she was in the military so yeah give her a backstory of taking taekwondo classes or something but for her to know how to do Luke Fox’s job better than he does? Or where the cameras are at Wayne Enterprises...more than the security team?? And to know what the computer password is, okay... basically she has to be great at everything & the other characters have to be written dumb in order for Kate to be appealing. Why?
Bashing Batman...in a show based in the bat-universe. Terrible move. Kate doing this repeatedly makes us think she’s a villain. Not a hero.
Bashing everyone with male genitalia...makes Kate look like a pr*ck. You can hate certain men you’ve known but to constantly reference women as being superior to men...
1) negates equal rights. You can’t be equals if you act/think/say you’re superior.
2) any boys watching this show is going to feel like something is wrong with them.
3) it’s sexist.
Just like many of us women grew up hearing repeatedly that men were better at this & that...
4) male bashing IS spreading hate. STOP.
That is actually why (more than anything) I didn’t want to watch in the first place because of how the trailers made it sound like they were bashing a whole gender.
Too much too soon. Revealing Alice is Beth in the first episode? Why? Drag it out an episode or 2. Each episode is both boring and yet they try to cram everything into a single episode it’s bizarre.
Ridiculous scenarios. Like Batman would leave a child to drown. And why didn’t Beth/Alice just go home or contact the police...or anyone...when she got out of the water all those years ago? Why does Kate keep letting her sister go when the woman is a multi-murderer?!
Yes, Kate is still hung up on her ex but it was years ago & she was the one dumped. And Sophie is married so Kate is coming off like a stalker 👀
All of it makes Kate look unsympathetic & unlikeable. The show isn’t funny except when we hear bad dialogue. It’s trying to be overly dramatic like a soap opera but it still doesn’t work. I think that’s due to the writing & the directing.
Now don’t get me wrong, even with RR’s lack of acting skills there are ways of making it work...that weren’t done.
Keanu’s Reeves isn’t the most skillful actor but he tries. He’s good at certain things & sticks to it. He knows where his skills are. Yes he’s improved but he’ll never be able to pull off an intense dramatic role. So he sticks to what he’s good at. He’s also a good person & tries to talk openly & intelligently about things so he has people’s respect IRL.
Ruby Rose has been touchy & volatile about people criticizing Batwoman. That made me lose what little respect I had for her.
Awhile back I had tried watching this design show (yes I like those too) Love it Or List It Vancouver. The show was fine but the designer Jillian was being critiqued left right & Center on social media after the pilot episode for sounding like a child. She used phrases such as; “totally”,”for sure” , and used the word ‘like’ a thousand times... she really did sound like a valley girl. However, about 5 episodes later that was gone. She was speaking more eloquently and more grown up - which in turn made people like her more. She & the show worked to help improve her speech patterns so it wouldn’t be distracting. And the show has been around for years now.
My point? RR could have taken the criticism & worked with it. I get she’s probably upset as she worked hard but we all go through it. We all have a project of some kind at work that falls flat. We take the criticism & try to improve. RR could take acting lessons or at the very least, practice in the mirror.
Most of the other issues I’ve mentioned are a result of the awful writing, poor direction & likely some interference from the network.
What this show should never have done was act superior. That’s being a douche. Anytime I see or hear someone being arrogant like that I just roll my eyes and walk away (or in this case, turn the channel).
If anyone working for the CW and/or Batwoman reads this I hope you’ll take some pointers.
I like myself too much though to subject myself to anymore episodes though. I’m done. ✌️
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From the Ashes, Ch 8
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 The shopping trip was a success. Asher rediscovered his love of cyberpunk, and he looked like an extra out of      Akira    . After he and Cinn had lunch at the food court, much to Edge’s dismay, everyone piled into Edge’s Jaguar, and they were off.
 “You both have such nice cars,” Asher marveled a bit.
 “Don’t compare my brother’s hunk of junk to my marvel of nature!” Edge frowned a little.
 “Listen ‘ere, that Pontiac took me an entire year to restore. I’d like to see ya try it,” Cinn smirked.
 “That’s not fair! You know I’m not a tinkerer like you!” Edge protested.
 “Then quit throwin’ shade at my baby. She’s perfect the way she is, save fer a little dust from this one,” he nudged Asher with his elbow.
 “Oh, sorry,” Asher apologized; Cinn shook his head. “I’m just jokin’, princey. It’ll be alright. ‘S a memory, that’s for sure.”
 A memory, huh…
 “This may be a bit of a drive, so feel free to fall asleep,” Edge remarked, adjusting his mirrors a bit before driving off.
 “You got it, bro.”
 “I’m not talking to you! I need your help with the directions! The place doesn’t appear on my map apps, since it’s technically a closed business.”
 “Yeah, alright. Make a left, then stay on 64 for about 10 miles.”
 Asher slowly sunk into the Jaguar’s leather seats. He hadn’t realized how tired he was. The shopping trip had left him completely drained.
     Asher was in the community garden; the sun was slowly coming up. Dew dotted all of the leaves, and the tulips were lazily opening, one petal at a time.  
     It was around the time to harvest the dandelions. Apparently humans treated them as pest plants, but they were quite a good food source, so his glen grew them. It was best to pick half while they were flowering and half afterwards.  
     As he reached out to them, they shrank away. Asher moved his hand closer, and the plants leaned further away. Frustrated, he reached out and snagged an apple off a tree. As he was about to put it in his mouth, he felt something wet and sticky in his palm.  
     The apple was decomposing rapidly in his hand, until it melted into a viscous, black sludge. Asher turned to see where he’d walked; the grass was dead in every area where he’d stepped.  
     “Samara! You’re ruining everything!” His mother shouted, her hands in her hair.  
     “Mom! I’m sorry! I----” The rot spread faster and faster, crawling up his mother’s roots.  
     “You ruin everything, Samara. Everything.” Her flesh rots, and her teeth fall out one by one.  
 Asher screamed himself awake.
 “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!” Edge pulled over hard, turning off the ignition. “WHAT’S HAPPENING?” His eyelights glowed intensely, and the magic of battle brewed in the air.
 “I’m sorry, mom�� sorry….” Asher mumbled. He was awake. It was over.
 “I shoulda fuckin’ warned him about the nightmares, Boss. It was my fault.”
 “No, I could have done so as well.”
 Asher shook his head. “Don’t worry… I can’t remember the last good dream I had. They’ve just never been that bad.”
 “Yeah… our dad never talks about his. Makes sense, though, since he doesn’t fuckin’ talk about anythin’.”
 “Hmph, it is frustrating. I can tell that it’s bothering him. He has the same microexpressions as I do when I’m upset. But he just shoves it all down and acts like an asshole. That’s going to blow up in his face some day.. I hope I’m not around for that,” Edge sighed.
 “So… we almost there? Sorry for scaring you.”
 Edge restarted the car, and they were off. They were pretty out of the city; the interstate was mottled with wildflowers and tall grass. Large houses with acres of property made up most of the landscape.
 “Yes, just one more turn off this exit and it’s the first place on the left.” They rounded the hill next to the exit and…
 Jesus Christ. The house was an absolute horrorshow. It looked like the kind of place that a church would run a haunted house in to raise money for charity. How it hadn’t been condemned or demolished was beyond Asher. The shutters were slowly sliding off their windows. Some windows were missing panes altogether, covered by plywood instead. The parking lot was full of luxury cars and retrofitted antique vehicles.
 “This is… a little worse than I expected, Edge.”
 “I know it looks a bit haunted on the outside, but that’s simply because they don’t feel like fixing it. The inside is a lot nicer,” The captain assured him as they pulled into the lot.
 He checked his phone. Goddamn it, a whole bunch of them had dipped out of lunch. Including Vanilla.
 Fuming, Edge smiled at Asher. “Excuse me for one moment, Asher.”
 “Easy, bro.”
 “NO! THEY SAID THEY WERE COMING! WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE TAKING RESPONSIBILITY?”
 Edge basically slammed his fingers into the keypad as he dialed someone Asher didn’t know.
 “VANILLA! WHAT THE FUCK GIVES?!”
 “What can I say? Not interested.” Looks like Edge hit the speaker button in his hurry.
 “YOU COULD APOLOGIZE!”
 “I’m not the one doing something wrong. You’re introducing some decomposing rando into a house of already half-functional skeletons. And now the queen wants to throw in that psycho? Count me the fuck out.”
 “WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THAT PSYCHO.” Edge’s eyelights went out.
 “Oh, you haven’t heard? He just got released from prison, and that’s what Fafriel wants to do with him. You should probably make peace with your old man before he’s wiped off the face of the earth.”
 “RIGHT. AS IF YOUR FATHER IS GOING TO LEAVE HIS HOME JUST BECAUSE OF TWO NEW PEOPLE. NOT EVERYONE THROWS IN THE TOWEL WHENEVER THEY FACE ANY LEVEL OF DIFFICULTY, SANS.”
 The line went quiet.
 “If I have to drag my dad out of that building by force, I will. I’m not losin’ him after just getting him back.”
 “OH, YOU’RE GONNA DRAG HIM OUT? HE’LL JUST TELEPORT BACK. OUR FATHERS ARE EVEN BETTER AT TAKING ON CHALLENGES THAN YOU ARE AT RUNNING AWAY FROM THEM. GOOD DAY, SANS,” Edge hung up with a wicked grin.
 “Who was that?” Asher asked, wrinkling his nose.
 “Vanilla. Cinn’s Tale Kingdom counterpart. We’ve both been on the Surface for the same amount of time and he hasn’t evolved or matured one bit in that time. I for one, am proud of all the progress my brother has made. Vanilla and Honey just seem to go backwards, frankly. I feel sorry for Papaya and Azure.”
 “There’s no need to feel sorry for me, Edge! Sans is just going through a rough patch!” A skeleton in a suit jacket, leather elbow patches and plaid orange dress pants put his hand on Edge’s shoulder.
 “NYAAAGH! DON’T DO THAT, PAPY!”
 “See? You don’t like it when you’re talked about      behind your back    , do you?” the other chuckled. “Don’t worry! I would have dragged Sans by the ear here if I had to. Brother, come out of the car!”
 A dark blue-eyed skeleton skulked out of his brother’s Ferrari.
 “Coming.”
 “Hello, little dryad! My name is Papaya Aster, Esquire. It is truly an honor to meet you!” He seemed so excited he could barely contain himself, pulling out a fidget spinner to burn off the extra energy.
 “Go on, Papaya. It doesn’t hurt to ask,” Edge clapped him on the back.
 “A-ARE YOU A HUGGER? E-excuse me, I tend to be a little too clingy sometimes!” Papaya smiled apologetically.
 “Oh? Sure. Haven’t been hugged too often, but I like trying new things, hahaha.”
 Papaya scooped Asher up and spun him around, before setting him down carefully, making sure he landed properly.
 “Jeez. Can’t say I’ve ever been hugged with quite so much enthusiasm. Thank you, Papaya.”
 “It’s no issue! If you’re ever wanting a hug, I am always ready to give!”
 “Yeah, and that’s just the issue,” his brother muttered. That must be Vanilla.
 “Nice to meet you,” Asher smiled, offering a hand.
 Vanilla takes it. The others seemed to have expected something to happen, since they were all cringing. But nothing happened.
 “Nilla’s the name. I’m one of your landlords, I guess.”
 “Right,” Asher swallowed.
 “Is anyone else planning on showing up?” Edge sighed, pinching his nasal bridge.
 “I believe Azure is coming in. Honey’s… a little impaired at the moment.”
 “You can say      drunk    , Papy,” Edge spat.
 “I don’t want to make a bad impression!” Papyrus responded. They weren’t upset, not with each other, at least.
 “Considering the unpleasantness that was the phone call with your brother, I think that we can drop all pretenses.”
 A car braked hard in the parking lot. A pair of heels stuck out of the door, as well as… a riding crop?
 “ESPRESSO! CORTADO! GET OUT OF THE CAR, THE TENANT IS ALREADY HERE!” He shouted, a curt rasp in his voice.Two thumbs up popped out of the windows, before two long, yellow eyed skeletons stepped out of the car. The one yelling stepped out last, needing assistance from one of his brothers to get down from their enormous Lexus GX.
 The smaller seemed to be in charge, the other two trailing behind him. One of them was hunched as he walked, his hoodie dipping just a little over his eyes. Headphones sat squarely on his shoulders. The other was much dressed like his brother, walking straight, in a rather futuristic black trench.
 “ESPRESSO! PICK UP THE SLACK! WE ONLY HAVE A LIMITED AMOUNT OF TIME TO ASSESS THE TENANT BEFORE YOUR THERAPY SESSION!”
 The hunched one nodded, running a little to catch up with his brothers.
 The two militant ones squinted at Asher hard.
 “CORTADO. HIS STATS.”
 Wait, Asher’s stats?! What the hell did they need those for? Were they about to fight him or something?
 “Illegible. Nothing but VOID-garbled gibberish, Captain.”
 “THEN GIVE ME AN ESTIMATE!”
 “Uh… do I need to do something here?” Asher asked Edge.
 “No. This is just… their routine. Riesling, do you intend on wasting all of lunch staring at our tenant, or will you introduce yourself like a normal person?”
 “THIS IS PERFECTLY NORMAL! CORTADO, I GROW IMPATIENT.”
 “DEF 50. ATK 30. HP 30/30. Soul of Justice.”
 “PATHETIC! A COMPLETE AND UTTER WEAKLING! GOOD. YOU ARE OF NO THREAT TO OUR FATHER AND MAY PROCEED.”
 “Al...right?” Asher wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or insulted. Maybe a little bit of both. He wasn’t a complete weakling, right?
 “WE MUST WAIT FOR THE LONE COMMANDER, AS WELL AS OUR COUSIN AND HIS PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A COMPANY,” Riesling sighed.
 “You know Scamp and Sliv are always late. Let’s just go inside and get this over with,” Nilla sighed deeper. Cinn gritted his teeth.
 “You’se guys go on ahead. I’m gonna need a moment.”
 “Fine,” Edge nodded. “Asher, would you mind staying for a moment with my brother? I would like to make sure our fathers aren’t doing anything abnormally dangerous, and set up a bit, before you enter.”
 “Alright, sounds good.”
 Everyone except Cinn and Asher went into the house. The door practically screeched whenever it was open and shut.
 Cinn pulled out a cigar and sat on the hood of the Jaguar. “Y’ want one?”
 “I can’t smoke. It’s really bad for plants. Even though I’m more rot than plant, I still don’t want to risk it,” Asher declined.
 “Suit yaself.” He snapped his fingers and the tip of the cigar lit up. So he knew a little fire magic…
 “.... So that was… a lot. Are you all related? Or what’s the story?”
 “We’re all counterparts. It gets kinda messy. Our names started out as nicknames, but eventually we had ‘em all legally changed. Got sick of gettin’ ‘calls for Sans and Papyrus’. How was we supposed to know which pair people wanted?!” He chuckled a bit.
 “But, yeah… I’m sorry yer havin’ to go through all this. I’d hoped this would be a little easier than you livin’ on yer own, but all I’ve done is complicate the shit outta your life. This one’s on me, princey.”
 Asher shook his head.
 “You know, it’s at least been different. I got so used to my routines with Theo that I kind of forgot what life was like outside of that. Sure, not everything’s fun, and certainly not Vanilla, but it’s been different, and in that sense, refreshing. It helps me keep my mind off… this,” he smiled, gesturing to his broken body.
 “Yeah. That’s what velcro shoes an’ jackets are for. Ya look right outta Blade Runner.”
 Asher’s smile grew a little bigger. “I have mixed feelings about that film, but the aesthetic is top notch.”
 “Yeah…” Cinn drew in a big puff, before blowing it out in the shape of a heart. “Hehehe, I still got it.”
 “Can you blow it out your eyes?” Asher had to ask.
 “Hell no! Shit burns like a motherfucker. Who showed ya that?” Cinn shuddered.
 “Me. Nyeh heh, didn’t mean to set the bar too high for ya, shorty,” Scamp popped in and noogied Cinn mid inhale, giving him a coughing fit and stealing his cigar.
 “You sack of fuckin’ shit, you planned that!” Cinn growled. Asher could kind of tell they were playing around.
 “Brother. Please. We arrived with a duty, and we must perform it.”
 “DON’T TREAT IT LIKE A DUTY, TREAT IT LIKE AN ADVENTURE! WE GET TO MEET A NEW FRIEND! HOPEFULLY CRIMSON WON’T INSULT THEM SO MUCH THAT THEY LEAVE CRYING THIS TIME!” It was odd. The two voices sounded like they were from the same person, yet one of them was heavy and flat, and the other was bouncing off the walls. Eventually, Asher was able to see the two skeletons talking. They had showed up in a sporty motorbike and sidecar, removing their helmets before coming to say hello.
 “Nyeh heh, you Blue’s      side    piece now?” Scamp joked with the quieter one. The two motorcyclists looked almost inverted. The quieter one with muted purple eyelights robotically shook Asher’s hand, before the bright-eyed one grabbed Asher’s other hand and shook it vigorously.
 “HELLO! I DON’T BELIEVE WE’VE MET! MY NAME IS AZURE ASTER, AND THIS IS MY FRIEND, SLIVOVITZ ASTER!”
 “Yeah, here’s my big bro. Well, big metaphorically.”
 “Hardee har har. Because I’m short. Very original, brother,” Slivovitz sighed. “I would at least like to supervise Edge making the food, even if he will no longer let me assist.”
 “MAYBE IF WE’RE LUCKY WE CAN SNEAK MAKING A FEW SIDE DISHES. COME ON, SLIV!” Azure grabbed Sliv’s hand and basically Naruto ran to the door.
 “Well, princey, whatcha see is whatcha get. You still wanna go in that house?” Cinn checked. “Y’ can say no. I’d fuckin’ say no.”
 Asher shook his head. “I’m ready. I want to give this a try.”
 Without realizing it, Asher took Cinn’s hand, and they walked inside. It was lunchtime.
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Monsters (Darkiplier X Reader): Awake and Insane (Part 5)
 "You can't just keep doing this to yourself, you have to wake up Y/N." Crying. I can only hear crying...   I sit up in a bed, my weight shifting the sheets, I shot up so fast the sheets covering me unfold downwards off the edge. I'm covered with sweat from the rough sleep I had before I was abruptly awoken. I turn my head towards the voice, my eyes widen at the realization of who is in front me. "Emma?" I smile, my body plunging from the bed, I hugged the girl so fast and so mindlessly I hadn't realized how fast I had launched myself at her.   "What are you doing? What is up with you... it's like you haven't seen me for weeks." Emma laughed. I suddenly stop hugging her and realize she isn't aware of what has happened to me lately. "What do you mean? I've been gone for a while now... I was kidnapped. I haven't been here for I don't know how long." I respond backing away slowly from our embrace. "Y/N, you passed out from not eating anything and not sleeping, you fainted and have been out for a day. I was really worried about you. What the hell are you talking about being kidnapped? You have been here ever since you fainted at the mall." But I passed out at the mall with Dark... Have I been hallucinating about him this whole time? "You're right Emma, I must be really out of it, I'm hallucinating about men stealing me away, I really should eat more." I sigh, it must really have been a dream. I'm awake and insane. I shuffle on my feet staring at Emma, she looks tired around her eyes, she must have been really worried for me. "Well, at least you're back, do you want to grab some lunch and we can go look at the stuff we bought at the mall? After all you probably forgot what you bought... it will be like Christmas morning!" Emma smiles and runs down the hallway, I hear a clank and a picture falls from the wall. "What was that??" I laugh looking towards the hallway. "Nothingggggg!" Emma screams back at me as her footsteps quicken their pace down the stairs. I laugh again and start to head downstairs as well, I look around our apartment and meet Emma in the kitchen already making lunch. "Pizza?" I smile while I sit on a bar stool. "No, homemade pizza." Emma points at me with a wide grin.
  "So what did this man look like who supposedly stole you away?" Emma wiggles her eyebrows at me. "Oh he was nobody special," I laugh and wave my arm shooing the topic away. "Oh please, if you had a dream about him and it wasn't scary, he must have been attractive to you!" Emma beamed back at me as she put the pizza in the oven. We continued to joke back and forth about the kidnapper while we eat our pizza. "I never told you it wasn't scary!" I shout and laugh while throwing my napkin at her. It had to have been a dream, but it was so real, and not just one of those dreams that feels realistic. I mean it felt like... not another dimension, but a location, a place that could manipulate my thoughts, to make me be in a specific place at a certain time... or to be manipulated to think or feel a certain way? Listen to yourself Y/N, your trying to justify a silly dream to yourself! "Hey! Y/N I asked you a question!" Emma shoves me out of my thoughts, my shoulder moving with the contact of her hand. "W-what?" I stammer back at her. "I asked, do you want to look at the stuff we bought?" "Oh, sure, can we put on a movie too?" "Duh!" Emma laughs.
  We both walk over to the living room, we sit on the couch and I see shopping bags on the coffee table, Emma switches on Netflix and finds an old favorite of ours. I can't remember a time we weren't best friends, we've been together through everything. Emma has seen me through a lot, she has fought with my demons with me on a number of occasions. Emma and I look through the bags, it turns out we were just shopping around for the necessities, refills of makeup, new jeans and such. We finish looking through everything and watch the rest of the movie. "Hey, we are meeting with the others for dinner, where do you want to go? My treat." Emma offers me with a nurturing look. "(Y/N's favorite fancy restaurant)?" Emma jumps up and grabs my hands. "Yes! I'll text the others! Go get ready and we will go meet them!" I stand up to go to my room and change, I try and find something nice looking since we agreed on a nicer place that we haven't been to in a while. I grab my clothes and jump in the shower. I get dressed and style my hair. I start to finish my makeup when Emma knocks on my bedroom door. "I know you were out for a day but you didn't look that bad!" she laughs. I open my door and give her a look and smile, she looks pretty. She's wearing a red dress with a black scarf and some tights, she had heel booties on, she practically lives in the things since she is so short. She suddenly gasps when she sees me, dressing nice is normal for her, considering I usually wear leggings or jeans with sweatshirts, she was shocked when I was in a dress myself. "That is so cute! When did you get that?? You look great Y/N!" She stares at my outfit. "Thanks, I found this dress in my closet, I didn't even know I owned it, but when I saw it I had to wear it..." I looked down at the garment, it was a flannel skater dress with blue and red plaid, it was so different but so... well, me. I normally wear black, it was dark enough yet the red and blue contrasted so well, I also sported some tights and some black heel boots. I hadn't been out for a while, so I wanted to look nice for once, plus I forgot how much fun it was to get ready for something planned. Emma and I drive to the restaurant, I look outside my car window to see the streetlights passing by, and the people in the town we live in. We arrive at the place a couple minutes later and see our friends waiting outside. "Peej! Kat! Over here!!" Emma yells at the couple as she waves. We start to walk in their directions, I take a step up the curb and get the wind knocked out of me.
  Someone starts to hug me and laugh, "You didn't think you could get rid of us that easily did you Y/N?" my friend Mike exhales, he squeezes me tighter and backs up. I look at him and his girlfriend McKenna, "I missed you guys" I smile at the group. "Missed us? It's only been a day ya goof!" PJ laughs at me, he ruffles my hair as we walk into the restaurant. "Right, right..." I laugh. "Y/N dreamed about a guy stealing her away while she was unconscious, she thinks it's been weeks or something." Emma says to Kat and McKenna. They laugh and I smile, I missed my dorks of friends, but I still feel some sort of emptiness like I did before I fainted at the mall. Either way I was glad I could see them all again. PJ was my other best friend besides Emma and Mike. I gave him the nickname Peej, he was the oldest of the group and like the big brother to all of us, besides Kat whom is his girlfriend. PJ and I have gotten really close over the past few years, I've told him everything, sometimes more than I have with the others. Mike has also been a really close friend since high school, we took similar art classes, we talk a lot and have similar tastes. Mike is dating McKenna, whom I'm not very close too, however I'm not very close to either her or Kat. Emma has known Kat longer then I have, but Emma and I are closer, and Kat and McKenna are closer to each other.
  We get seated and order our food, we all are excited since we don't hardly ever go somewhere nice for dinner. We catch up on things like with school and work and start to enjoy our food. I slowly start to get a headache, nothing major but definitely noticeable. I'll just take some Advil from my bag. It's only a small migraine so it will go away, it's probably because I was hungry. "You okay Y/N?" PJ asks me. "Yeah, I'll be fine, just a tiny headache." I look around at the group, I start to think, I'm really not taking care of myself, I feel like the room is getting darker, It's fine, it's a nice restaurant, they usually have dim lighting. I hear people talking around me, Their just enjoying their nights out, they aren't talking about you... I hear the silverware clanking against the plates the waiters are carrying around, I start to feel warm, I turn my direction back to my friends. Their prying eyes waiting, searching for my answers to their overwrought questions about my time not being conscious and why I am acting so obscure. Wondering why I had passed out. The worry settles in, I have to confess to my friends that I am not happy with myself, that my solution to my upset emotions is to starve myself and suffer through the insomnia, that I listen to the voices in my head telling me these are brilliant ideas, it's the only way I could be satisfied with myself. I see a man at a table all alone behind Mike and McKenna, I look at Emma and stand up, "I just need to go to the bathroom real quick, I'll be back." "Do you need me to come with?" Emma asks worried. "Nah, I'll be okay I just need to splash my face with water, it's just really warm in here." "Okay, come back out or text me if you need something, okay Y/N?" "I promise," I started walking back towards the restrooms. I feel like I'm being watched by everyone here. I just need to calm down my breathing and thoughts. I just need to focus. I look over at the table with the lonely man, as I walk passed I can see him better. He looks different, taller, darker hair. I can't determine his facial features clearly though... He's cute... He looks toward my direction and I smile and look away, I try to hurry to the restroom to get better focus.
  I get in the bathroom, my breathing feeling heavy, like weights being lifted and lowered by my lungs, my vision blurry, I blink and the tears splash against my lashes and my eyes become blurrier, like a film overlaying my lenses. I step in front of the mirror, my hands gripping the black marble counter to keep stabilized. I look up to the mirror to see it has a blue tint, I see my eyes in the reflection and try to stop the waterworks, my quicker paced blinking only seemed to make it worse. I look down at the sink and splash cold water into my face. I start to heave, my breathing heavy gasps, desperate to feel at ease, I start to calm down and look back in the mirror. Everything is black and white, I blink and the mirror looks cracked as well. A second blink and my reflection looks normal. I stand up straight and feel better, my breathing feels normal again. I walk out of the bathroom and walk past the table with the cute guy, he is replaced by a couple who look to be celebrating an anniversary. I frown and walk to our table, I sit down and finish my dinner and enjoying the presence with my friends, I explain to them I'm feeling better physically. We finish the night off by playing games at Emma and I's apartment, we all have a couple of drinks and listen to music while we play card games. Our friends decided to stay the night after a thunderstorm had started when we got home from dinner. We enjoy the night and relax after all of our busy weeks. I fall asleep and think about how sometimes things aren't always so bad.
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Aris's Kinda Large and disorganized clothing sale
Hey guys! So I do have stuff I am selling off to help start me on the path to my transition and start building a new wardrobe for myself. I also have some stuff to exchange out, so feel free to browse and check out what I have. I am an Ex-Macy’s Employee, so any designer type item I have is legitimate. My items are categorized as follows. I did buy a few that were being shifted out of store, So those will be cheaper. Most of these items are gently used.
Keep in mind, Everything is final. I can’t size ya nor can I predict what you will fit in. I can’t afford to cover shipping, so I can only do US Based, unless ya paying the extra for shipping and stuff. 
I can’t seem to get my camera or Tumblr to work well rn, so just shoot an IM for pics.  I may have more stuff to give away or trade off. Some stuff with Prices (Italics) indicate that I’d be willing to trade.
Business Apparel: 
 Ties: MICHAEL Michael Kors ( My memory is fuzzy on which names they are, since I forgot where I placed the original tags to these ties.)
1: Sapphire Solid in Charcoal ($25)
2: Sorento Solid Tie in Scarlet. ($25)
4: This one is no longer Offered ($20)
5: This one is no longer Offered ($20)
Ties: Calvin Klein 
1: Purple (Trade off)
Ties: Tommy Hilfiger 
1: Looks like the Metcalf Tie in Purple ($25)
General Ties [Non-Name] ($5)
Star Wars (X3)
General Blue one
Gray with Dots
Dress Shirts: Kenneth Cole Reaction ($20)
These shits were my fave dress shirts and I didn’t see go on sale much. Keep in mind they do stretch a little, to give room. I was normally not a Slim-fit, but in these a slim-fit fit nicer than the non. 
Techni-Cole Slim-Fit Gray [17 x 32/33]
Techni-Cole Slim-Fit Pink  [17 x 32/33]
Dress Shirts: Unlisted, A Kenneth Cole Production ($10)
Blue [17/17.5 x 32/33]
General Dress Shirts ($10)
Black [17/17.5 x 32/33]
Red [17 x 32/33] 
Gray  [17 x 32/33]
Purple  [17 x 34/35]
Vests ($10)
Black [XXL]
Regular Clothes
Button Downs
Calvin Klein [XL] ($20)
Marc Ecko [ L ,Worn once] ($10)
Blue Plaid [L - Missing Top button, Never had it AFAIK] ($5)
Black Skulls [L] ($5)
Gray Squares [XL ,Worn once] ($10)
Flannel [XL - This shit was never worn. It’s THICK as hell, good for winter!!]
Tees
“Go Fuck Yourself” [XL, Never worn at all] ($5)
Blue with White Trim [L, Worn once] ($5)
Darth Vader - Hear/Speak/See No Evil [L , Never Worn] ($5)
Jeans
American Eagle [36/32, Never worn - Was gift to me] ($5)
Dockers St/raight Fit Khaki [38/29] ($10)
Levis 505 [38/29, Never worn - Didn’t fit] ($15)
Misc
Cologne
These were gently used, Have most of it left. Serious inquiries only since ya know, shipping fragrances is a PITA
Kenneth Cole Reaction ($15)
Bath/Body Works Mahogany Woods ($10)
Trading Needs List
Women’s sizes XXL is the default for me. I wear a size 18 dress/Jeans. I have not measured for a bra. Shoe size is US 12/12.5. 
For my job I need all Black! All Black! 
I also need semi-formal stuff, so cute collared dresses and stuff would make my day. 
Once you’ve read all of this!! Just IM me I’m @simtowreck, just shoot a random IM and whatnot. 
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