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Lavender - Ch. 25

You bond with a student and try to take matters into your own hands at the clinic. A continuation of Lavender Ch. 1-24 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut! (Unprotected P in V sex - don't be dumb), canon typical violence. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI, 18+.

Length: 5.6k

Tuesday, September 14, 2021 - Five and a Half Years Later

“So fucking cool.”

The small girl standing in the corner of your classroom hadn’t noticed you yet.

You’d gone down to refill your water bottle at the start of your lunch period, leaving an empty classroom and coming back to find a girl you didn’t know running her fingers over the worn spines of the books on the bookshelf you’d made out of scrap wood and cinderblocks. You just watched her silently for a moment, leaning against the doorframe, as she worked her way to the mural of the solar system you had on one wall. You’d been meaning to touch it up but it kept falling to the bottom of the list of things to get done.

The girl didn’t seem to mind, craning her neck as she took it in.

“Strong language,” you said, finally speaking up. She jumped and spun, her eyes wide.

“Shit,” she said. You smiled.

“I don’t bite,” you said, pushing off the doorframe and going for your desk. “Though I’d appreciate if you cut down on the swearing in my classroom.”

“Sorry,” she said. She looked around the room a bit more, her fingers tapping on desks as she did.

“You’re not one of my students,” you said, sitting down and taking a sip of water before grabbing some jerky out of your bag.

“How do you know?” She frowned.

“Well, I know my students, for starters,” you smiled a little. “But also, I’m guessing you’re a year or two young for my classes yet. How old are you?”

“I’m 12,” she said. “I think, anyway. Not really sure about my birth date.”

You nodded slowly.

“So you’re not one of my students,” you said, watching her. “And you’re too young to be in my classes. But you’re in my classroom. So, tiny human, what brings you by?”

She smiled a little at the title.

“I had some science questions and my friend told me that I should come talk to you because you were cool,” she said. “And that you’d probably help me find the shi…stuff I was looking for.”

“Dang,” you shook your head.

She frowned.

“What?”

“Your friend said I was cool?” You asked. She nodded. “Well now I’m going to just have to do whatever you want, my primary goal has always been to make teenagers think I’m cool. Who’s your friend?”

“Riley?” She asked it more than said it.

“Dang,” you said again. “Riley’s a good kid, that makes it worse. Alright, what do you want to know about?”

“She said everyone calls you Doc,” she said. “So are you like a doctor doctor or someone who just got a bunch of degrees and shi…stuff before the world ended?”

“Doctor doctor,” you said. “So if you have questions about biology, I’m your gal. Other stuff I might need to do some research on.”

“Oh,” her face fell a little bit.

“I can do some research though,” you shrugged. “I like research.”

“Yeah?”

“Yup,” you nodded. “Pretty much the whole reason I became a scientist to begin with, research is fun. So tell me what you want to know about and I’ll see what I can find for you.”

“I really want to know about space,” she said, sitting at the desk closest to yours in the front row. “It’s just so fuck…freaking cool and huge and we only just started sending people up there before the world ended and we never really got to do anything with it…”

“Space is very cool,” you said, getting up from your desk and going to the bookshelves. “I lived in Texas for a while. I went to the space center in Houston with a friend and his daughter once. Definitely something to see…. How comfortable are you reading? Do you like reading? Good at it?”

“Reading’s cool,” she shrugged. “I like comics best but I read other stuff, too.”

“If I’m grabbing anything that’s too hard, just let me know,” you said. “Any specific questions you have about space?”

“Mostly what people actually did up there,” she said. “People left the freakin’ planet, do you know how cool that is?”

You smiled a little. That was pretty cool.

“OK,” you said, making a small pile of magazines and one book. “These are the magazines I have that talk about space a lot. Give those a read, tell me what you think is most interesting and I’ll find you more about that. Go ahead and make a list about any questions you have, too. Either words or concepts you don’t know or anything you want more information about, I’ll see what I can answer for you and then I’ll find you answers for the rest. And then, for fun, there’s A Wrinkle in Time, a book about traveling through space time. I think you’ll like Meg, she’s the best.”

You grabbed a clipboard with a piece of paper and a pen on it, handing it to her.

“I’m afraid I’m going to need your name to loan these out to you, though,” you said. “Put your name, the date, and just write space stuff on the ‘what I’m borrowing’ line, I’ll know what you mean.”

She took the clipboard and filled it out. You took it back, looking at her blocky writing.

“OK Ellie,” you handed her the pile. “Think you can come back by a week from today and bring back what you’ve finished? Doesn’t have to be everything, I just like keeping an eye on my library.”

“I can do that,” she nodded. She glanced quickly at a corner of your classroom where you’d set up some beanbags before looking back to you. “Thanks for…”

“Want to sit and read in the beanbags unit your next class?” You asked. Her face lit up. You smiled a little. “Go make yourself at home. You can come by here at lunch and read anytime you want, my door is open.”

“Cool,” she smiled, taking a magazine to the corner and flopping down on the bean bag. You pressed play on the tape deck at your desk, a mix tape that someone had probably made for a girlfriend decades ago but it had a good mix of music to it. You turned the volume down low and read while eating, glancing up at the small girl curled up on the beanbags now and then.

Ellie read, a serious look on her small face, until the bell rang. She looked surprised that time had passed so quickly but she gathered her things and stopped at your desk.

“It’s really OK if I just come here at lunch?” She asked. “Riley has a different lunch period than me this year so I don’t really have anyone to sit with…”

“Of course,” you smiled. “Come by anytime. And don’t forget to take those notes so we can do some research, OK?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “Thanks, Doc.”

You hoped Ellie would keep coming back. She was clearly a bright and curious kid, this school was almost certainly failing her at every opportunity.

The school had never been great. It was part of the reason why you stayed, you felt someone needed to be invested in the students and their education and if no one else was going to do it you were. But it had been steadily declining the last few years, just like the rest of the QZ.

A lot of infrastructure that had just been hanging on since the outbreak started to fold around the 15 year mark, more now that you were closing in on 20. It had been two years since you’d last had hot water, the hot water heater in your apartment going out after being repaired half a dozen times in the years prior. It finally gave up the ghost and so, too, had hot showers. Buildings badly needed repair and maintenance and the Fireflies had continued to make things worse by blowing up the stuff that didn’t.

It seemed like the school you taught at now was just doing what it could to bring students up to be soldiers, not give them a proper education. When you’d started here, FEDRA needed people who could do a multitude of things, so a comprehensive education was necessary. The last few years, they just wanted muscle. Muscle didn’t need to know about the nervous system or the water cycle or the history of the United States. You were half waiting for FEDRA to drop all the pretext and stop educating students entirely. But, in the mean time, you tried to make your classroom a safe space for them, give them access to as much information as you possibly could.

Your value to the QZ as a doctor gave you some leeway here, too. You were pretty sure they wouldn’t tolerate your methods and would just do away with you if you weren’t one of the few medical resources the QZ had.

Of course, that value was seeming more and more limited now, too. FEDRA kept cutting back on resources. Most of the drugs that came in were opioids now, hardly anything for actual treatment, just managing symptoms. Tess was checking pharmacies for you on every run now and you were going out more and more frequently to find what you needed - Joel a silent wall who pretended you didn’t exist and you mostly happy to do the same. Even though you caught yourself looking at him more often than you cared to admit.

Derek was less than thrilled with the situation. He still didn’t know much about Joel - your history became even easier to hide once you started actively avoiding him again - but he didn’t like your leaving the QZ so much.

“There has to be another option,” he said one night as you were getting ready for bed, your bag packed and ready to leave in the morning. “It’s dangerous out there…”

“Trust me, I’m not exactly itching to go out there,” you said, rubbing the lotion you’d left at Derek’s house into your hands before climbing into bed. “It’s hardly a picnic. But FEDRA hasn’t really given me another choice.”

“Do you think other QZs have people out risking their lives to see what drugs they can scavenge?” He asked without giving you a chance to answer as he got into bed beside you. “Because I can just about promise you, they don’t. It’s not reasonable for you to be going out there all the time, you can’t help anybody if you get yourself killed…”

“Then I’ll just try really hard not to die,” you kissed him. “It doesn’t matter if no one else is out there doing what I’m doing. I just can’t live with myself if I’m not doing everything I can. Soon things will be gone or so far out of date that they’re useless regardless of dosage so this is kind of a finite thing, anyway. But for now we have these resources so I intend to use them.”

“I still don’t like it…”

“Can we not fight the night before I leave?” You asked, pressing yourself against him. “I can think of way better ways to spend our time…”

You kissed him and, at first, he reluctantly kissed you back. But it didn’t take long before his hand went to your ass, fingers sinking into your flesh, pulling your hips tight to his. He rolled you onto your back, nestling himself between your legs as your arms went around his neck, grinding his hips down against yours. You groaned into his mouth as his hands slid down your body to your underwear, hooking his fingers in them and tugging them down, tossing them aside before sinking two fingers into you.

“See?” You said, grinding against his hand. “Way better than fighting.”

He just bit your lower lip in response, making you laugh. You shoved his pants down before nudging him into sitting up. You moved with him, straddling him, reaching between your bodies to grip his cock while his thumb rubbed your clit. He quickly added two fingers to your pussy, pressing into you firmly as he kissed down to your breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth. You rose up on your knees just enough to notch his head against your entrance and slowly took him inside you, his face buried in your neck as you did.

You rode him slowly, rising and falling on him in long, firm strokes as his hands and mouth ranged over your body, his hips pressing up into yours so his cock would bottom out inside you.

“Don’t want to lose you,” he groaned, his mouth against your throat.

“You won’t,” you gasped back, your body tightening around his cock. His arms went around your waist, pulling you so tight to him that the only way either of you could move was him thrusting up into you, his face buried in your chest. The tip of him pressed into the place inside you that made your head spin and you came around him with a shuddering gasp, his orgasm not far behind.

His grip on you loosened after he filled you, his head tipping back to look you in the eye.

“Promise you’re coming home to me, Love,” he said.

You kissed him gently.

“Promise.”

The trip had been relatively uneventful. You’d run into one group of raiders, but you’d heard them coming soon enough that you and Tess were able to stash yourselves safely away while Joel talked with them and they moved on, no blood spilt. You came home with only a few dozen usable bottles. You knew you had a year, maybe two left of being able to scavenge anything like this at all. You weren’t sure what anyone was going to do then.

You were still thinking about Ellie that afternoon at the clinic. It had been so long since you had a student seek out knowledge quite that aggressively. You really really hoped she came back. You were going to tell Andrew about her but he just looked exhausted.

“You practically have a kindergartener,” you teased. “There’s no way you can blame lack of sleep on the kid.”

“I can blame it on the future kid,” he groaned. “Jess was tossing and turning all night, she’s at the severe discomfort stage.”

“As a medical professional, I can tell you that all stages of pregnancy are the severe discomfort stage,” you smiled. He glared at you. “But yeah, she’s getting pretty far along.”

“I think she’s ready to come here, hand you a scalpel and say ‘please cut this thing out of me,’” he said. “She’s so done, wants to have the baby here and skip the rest of the pregnancy and labor part.”

“If only,” you said. “How is young Miss Elizabeth by the way? I haven’t seen her this week.”

“Eating everything in sight,” he said. “Think she’s having another growth spurt…”

“Does she need cookies?” You asked. “Because I can make cookies.”

You’d become enraptured with Andrew and Jess’ daughter, Elizabeth, from the second she was born. You could watch her do anything and everything, wanted to give her whatever her heart desired.

Jess had asked for you and Andrew with her when she gave birth and watching that little girl draw her first breath had been one of the best moments of your life, even as it was tinged in the bittersweet thought that you’d never experience that with your own child. They’d named her Elizabeth, after Jess’ mom, but had given her the middle name Sarah in honor of the girl who you’d loved like a daughter. You sobbed the first time you held her, her soft perfection blurry behind your tears.

“I think we will pass on the sugar high, thank you Auntie Doc,” he smiled.

“Hey Doc,” Kristen hung her torso into the waiting room. “Need you on a consult.”

“Cookie offer still stands,” you said as you headed back. “If she wants cookies, I’ll make cookies.”

You could practically hear him roll his eyes. You looked to Kristen.

“Whatcha got?” You asked.

“Well, it’s basic,” she said, keeping her voice low. “But there’s a pattern…”

She opened up the chart. It was for a woman you’d treated before, Penny. Small things over the past few years, a few broken bones, lacerations that needed stitches… You frowned at the locations, the frequency.

“I see what you mean,” you said. “What’s her living situation?”

“Just her and her husband,” she said. “But he’s a guard…”

“Shit,” you sighed.

“Doc,” she looked at you. “It’s bad this time. I’ve tried to do safety checks before but…”

“I got it,” you sighed, heading to the door. You knocked once and let yourself in.

“Hi Penny,” you smiled, forcing yourself to hold it. She’d gotten the shit beat out of her. One eye was swollen shut, there were bruises around her throat. Kristen had already set a broken wrist. “How are you doing today?”

“Oh, I’ve been better,” she tried to smile but her cut cheek kept it for being too wide. You did a few quick checks, seeing if she had signs of a concussion or internal bleeding before pulling up a stool next to the exam table.

“So,” you said, looking at her. “Want to tell me what happened?”

“It’s not that bad,” she said quickly, but her eyes were welling up with tears. “Really, I just…” She started sobbing. “I don’t know what to do, he’s a guard so no one will arrest him, I can’t just leave town…”

“Hey,” you said, putting a hand gently on her knee. “I understand, OK? We’re going to figure the out. To start, we’re going to keep you overnight at least for observation. Maybe a few nights. Maybe a week. I’ll try to see what we can get worked out in the meantime, but for now, you’re going to be safe and in here, OK?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “OK.”

You gave Kristen a few instructions and went back out to the front. No one was in the waiting room, but you lowered your voice, anyway.

“Andrew,” you said, standing close to him. “I need you to find Penny’s emergency contact sheet, find out who her husband is.”

“Yeah, sure,” he said with a frown, going over toward filing. You hovered by the front desk, trying to think of a solution.

The QZ was small, too small for her to stay hidden for long. You could maybe see if she could travel as a passenger on a convoy headed to Atlanta under a different name. Elias might be able to make that happen. Then it would just be a matter of hoping that no one traveling with her knew her or her husband, especially not the guards. And that you could get her out of the city before he fucking killed her. You sighed. It seemed like things that were problems before the outbreak were just bigger problems now. Like the world had decided to go to shit in the most extreme way it could possibly find.

You still hadn’t come up with a solution the next day beyond keeping Penny in the clinic for a bit to at least keep her out of harm’s way for now. She was getting anxious, though, certain that her husband was going to track her down and cause problems.

She was right. That evening, you were in with a patient when you heard some screaming from the entry, a man’s unfamiliar voice and Andrew’s forceful baritone back.

“Excuse me,” you smiled to the woman you were treating before peeling off your gloves and leaving the exam room. There was a heat in you, building, spreading through your body. White hot, vengeful, righteous. You’d fought for years to make this place safe and someone was threatening it.

You ducked into a surgical suite on the way and grabbed a scalpel from an area that hadn’t been sterilized yet, holding the handle in your fist like a talisman. You went into the waiting area to find a man in a guard’s uniform - hulking, at least six feet tall - screaming at Andrew, who was standing behind the desk.

“I will burn this fucking place to the ground if you don’t bring me my goddamn wife!” He yelled.

“Hey!” You yelled, stalking up to him. He turned his attention to you quickly. “Get the fuck out of my clinic before I make you get the fuck out of my clinic!”

“The fuck you going to do about it?” He started toward you and you whipped the scalpel forward, slicing the palm of his hand. He hissed, yanking it back in surprise and you took the opportunity to put the blade to his throat.

“That,” you snapped. “Get the fuck out.”

He scowled at you.

“This isn’t over.”

“It is for now,” you said. “Leave.”

He held your gaze for a second, spittle on his lips, before he stepped back.

“Fucking kill you too, you little bitch,” he stalked off.

The second he was out of the door, you looked around. Everyone in the waiting room had cowered back into a corner.

“Everyone OK?” You asked. No one said otherwise. Andrew just looked at you.

“Alright,” he said, coming over and putting his arm around your shoulders. “Come on…”

He steered you into the break room before carefully pulling the scalpel from your hand.

“You good?” He asked, searching your face. You realized then that your hands were shaking. “Yeah, didn’t think so, where the hell did that come from?”

“I don’t know,” you were hyperventilating. “I just heard him, I knew it was him, I knew what he was after and I just wasn’t going to let him hurt anyone here on my watch and the only thing I could think to do was that…”

“Look, I love that you threatened to shank a FEDRA guard,” he said. “That’s the dream. But he’s going to come back and if the guards won’t do anything…”

“I know,” you were shaking. He pulled you into his chest.

“It’ll be OK,” he said, stroking your hair. “We’ll talk to Elias, there has to be something we can do…”

You just nodded into his chest. But you had a different idea, one that you couldn’t afford to bring Andrew in on.

You ducked out of work a few minutes early. Andrew had volunteered to stay the night to fend off any potential acts of aggression. It made you nervous but he could handle himself. There were weapons on site in case of an outbreak, so he was armed and ready at least. You, on the other hand, walked straight to Joel’s.

He opened the door quickly when you knocked, frowning when he saw you standing there.

“Tess ain’t here,” he said.

“Not here for Tess,” you replied. “Here to talk to you. I’m calling in a favor, think you owe me a few at this point, Miller.”

He sighed, opening the door and letting you in.

***

You refused to properly sit down, instead just leaning back against his kitchen counter as he stood opposite you, a glass of whiskey in his hand.

To say he was surprised to see you was an understatement. You tolerated him on trips outside the QZ but said as little to him as you possibly could. You’d made it very clear that you were done with him. It killed him every time.

“What do you want?” He asked, as though he would drive some kind of hard bargain. As though he wouldn’t just give you whatever you asked for.

“I need you to tell me how to kill a person,” you said, chin out, defiant. “In a ‘make them disappear’ way.”

He looked you up and down. He knew you were in your 40s now but you didn’t look it. Even after all the years in the QZ there was still something soft about you, something safe and warm and kind. You weren’t a killer.

“Why?” He asked.

“I have a patient,” you replied. “Her husband damn near killed her. Came into the clinic today threatening to burn the place down if we didn’t give her to him. I had to put a scalpel to his throat to get him to leave…”

“Tell the guard,” he shrugged, watching you closely.

“He is a guard,” you replied, shaking your head. “They won’t take down one of their own. He threatened to kill me today as he was leaving… I’ve thought about it and the only way to do this is to kill him. But I’ve only ever shot infected or euthanized people, I’ve never… I don’t know how to do what you do. I need you to tell me so I can do it.”

His jaw tensed as he strained to hold himself back. Someone had threatened to hurt you - a guard, no less - and you just wanted a guidebook on how to handle it yourself.

“No,” he said firmly.

“What do you mean no?” You snapped. “Like I said, I think you owe me a favor or two at this point, Miller, I’ve spent a decade and a half helping to keep you alive…”

“Derek know you’re asking for this?” He asked, all but spitting the man’s name out. He had no reason to, he seemed like a decent enough guy. He just got to touch you and he hated him for it.

Honestly, Joel owed Derek at least a thank you. He’d picked you up with Tess from Derek’s one morning to go on a run and Derek had invited them into his apartment while you grabbed something you’d left in his bedroom. There were photos spread out on the kitchen table. Joel caught a glimpse of one of you. You didn’t look like you even knew the photo was being taken. You were folded into a threadbare armchair, a book in your hands. Your hair was a little wild, a ribbon holding it back from your face. You legs were bare, he could just see a hint of tank top and cleavage over the top of the book. Your face was the real draw though, totally absorbed, as though there was nothing outside of you and the page in front of you in the world. He hadn’t seen you like that in years. When Derek turned his back, he pocketed the photo.

“Why would Derek know?” You asked. “He’s not involved. No one knows I’m asking for this and I’m just trusting that you won’t turn me into FEDRA for it. Tell me how to make someone disappear.”

“Can’t just tell you how to kill someone like that, Kid,” he said, crossing his arms. You opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off. “What’s his name.”

“What?” You frowned.

“His name.” He said. “Give me the name, where I can find him. I’ll take care of it.”

Your eyebrows knitted together.

“No,” you shook your head. “I’m not asking you to kill someone for me, I can handle my own shit…”

“No, you can’t,” he said. “You really think you can just kill a guard? You, who hates killin’ and hurtin’ anything thinks you’re going to just waltz into some guard’s living room and put him out?”

You glared at him.

“You’re right,” he said. “I owe ya. I owe ya a lot. Give me the name.”

“You know what, Joel,” you snapped. “If you don’t respect me, just say so, OK?”

“Never said I don’t respect you,” he frowned, confused. Ever since you’d found out he’d sent Tommy away, you automatically jumped to the worst possible conclusion about anything he said or did.

“You respect strength and skill and you clearly don’t think I have any,” you snapped. “I still know you, Joel…”

“Apparently you don’t if you think I don’t respect ya,” he snapped, closing the distance between you quickly, caging you back against the cabinets. Your breath hitched. “I know you’re smart, I know you’re capable and I know you’re not a fuckin’ killer, let me keep you from turnin’ into one and give me the goddamn name!”

His body was against yours for the first time in years. You still felt the same against him. He still wanted to touch and hold you in the same places, still wanted to knot his fingers in your hair and kiss you until your lips were swollen with it. You still smelled like lavender. You still would rip him open and destroy him if he let you.

You slowly reached into your pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper with a name and address. Your eyes never left Joel’s. He took it, stepping back from you.

“I’ll take care of ‘em,” he said, putting it in his pocket.

“Joel,” you said softly.

“You should go home,” he said. “Make sure you’re in before curfew.”

You nodded once.

“Thank you,” you said quietly as you turned to leave.

Joel waited until he knew you were gone to fuck his hand while thinking about sinking into you. What would have happened if he’d kissed you. How he’d have held your face, touched your breasts, fingered you until you came around him. The sounds you made when he ate you until he was drowning in you. The way you felt when you came around his cock as he drove deep inside you, so wrapped up in you that he almost didn’t know where he ended and you began. He came harder than he had in months, the memory of the feel of your body against his so close but so far.

Joel got an early start the next day, going and waiting near the address you’d given him. He watched a man come outside and shook his head. He was huge, he’d have taken you apart. It would have been almost funny, you thinking you could kill this man without the help of a gun, if he hadn’t threatened to kill you.

He let the rage fill him then, soaking in the heat of it. Killing this man would be justice. Killing this man would be a good thing. Killing this man would protect you.

He came along side him, glancing to his name tag before he took his knife and put his arm around the man’s shoulders, pressing the knife into his side.

“What the…”

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll kill you on the street,” Joel snapped. “Walk with me.”

He steered him into an abandoned building, taking him toward the center of it.

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re doing,” the man snapped. Joel shoved him into the room.

“You beat your wife?” He asked. The man just blinked at him in shock. “Say you’re going to burn down the clinic? Threaten to kill a doctor?”

“That fuckin’ cunt send you?” He snapped. Joel wasn’t sure if he was talking about you or his wife but he didn’t care. “Look, I don’t have any problem with you…”

“I’ve got one with you,” Joel said. “You threatened her so I’ve got a big fuckin' problem with you.”

“That little doctor bitch?” He snapped. He was getting worried now. Joel liked it. “I’m sorry about that, OK? If that’s your problem, nothing needs to happen with her, I’ll leave her be, I just want my fuckin’ wife back…”

“That’s not how it works,” Joel shook his head. “I don’t take risks with her, not with pieces of shit like you.”

The man tried to charge him but he sidestepped him and thrust the knife into his gut, twisting and pressing it deep as the man gasped in shock. He felt the blood spill onto his hand and he pushed the man to the ground. He yanked his knife free as the man gasped and blinked up at him in shock.

“Now,” Joel knelt beside him. “You’re lucky, You hadn’t hurt her yet, or this would be worse. Sounds like you deserve worse, anyway, but…” he shrugged. “Rather be quick with it.”

He slit his throat and waited until he was sure he was dead before he cleaned his knife on the man’s clothes and grabbed the blood splattered velcro name tag from the man’s uniform. He pocketed it, gave himself a once over to ensure he’d missed the worst of the blood, and left him there. With the building’s state, it would likely be weeks before they found him, if at all.

That afternoon, he went to the clinic. Andrew frowned at him.

“She here?” He asked gruffly.

“I’ll grab her,” he said, looking Joel up and down for a moment before disappearing into the back. He came out with you and you just froze in the doorway to the exam rooms.

Joel allowed himself a second to just look at you. He’d always liked how you dressed the days that you both taught and were at the clinic - a combination of bright and cheerful for your students and professional and serious for your patients. It seemed most like you. His mind lingered on the feeling of unbuttoning your shirt when you got home, feeling how you melted against him after your long day.

He wordlessly walked over to you, pulled the name tag out of his pocket and pressed it into your palm. You looked down at it for a moment, running your fingers over the stitching before looking back up at him.

“Thank you,” you said softly.

He just nodded once and left before he gave into his urge to touch you.

A/N: YES THAT'S RIGHT WE HAVE ELLIE! WE'RE GETTING SO CLOSE!

Next chapter will likely be the last all pre-canon QZ based chapter (maybe one more after but I doubt what I have planned to wrap up all the OC QZ stuff will take more than one chapter) and then we will be off on the quest to bring Ellie west :D

(Also note, though it wasn't by name, Ellie heard her first Joel story today, did you catch it?)

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warning this is super long and ranty but does have some silly doodles ill post else where :)

-teddie bear 420

I have had several dreams about vaggie and lute and alastor, they plage my every waking moment. one was me going to smooch city with alastor (very scary that man does not wash his teeth). the others vaggie just shows up sometimes

really liked vaggie in her angel flash back, her hair cut was so cute, not a fan she still has pink eye but what eves. I LOVE HER PONY TAIL THO, give my girl better hair styles!!!

do you think theyve explored each others bodies?

I hated lute at first cuz, just look at her. you could get snow blindness with how white that woman is oh my lord. but once the 8th episode rolled around with hot women fighting my brain kinda clicked on for our old second in command. i keep going back to her in my brain and slowly morphing her into a heart broken lesbian who has a superiority complex and bullies her crush and then moves on to having a sugar mama situation ship with Lilith.

alastor is just so fun and silly, and there's this one x reader fic that ive made fan art of, you've all seen it. i just love this guy but i like to imagine he's a woman just for me :)

i understand why he is a fan favorite

i love charlies look but i hate how childish she is, like girl you are like 24 kill your friends pimp. nifty molly emily are all so cute and i enjoy looking at them. cant wait for the nifty episode (delusional)

i do love nifty more than the rest of these ones tho. i see lots of folks talking about how nifty is alastors daughter or angel dusts little baby daughter SHUT UP

SHES 25 YEARS OLD AND MURDERED HER HUSBAND IN HER SLEEP. NIFTY CALLED ALASTOR OVER TO HAVE THEIR LUNCH DATE AND HIDE THE BODY!!!

OK maybe nifty lives in my dreams too

do you think theyve explored each others bodies?

mimzy makes me mad cuz the show hated having her there clearly, like why is she the only fat person in hell. dont worry girl, I'll appreciate you once again i have to make alastor a dyke for my own sanity

do you think they-

lilith and rosie are good to look at, i like how rosie talks and her showtunes, god i love her show tunes. pentious is the only yellow dude in hell. velvete looks like ass most of the time but I LOVE A BAD BITCH

like i said, no strong feelings

ok most of these dudes are too ugly or too annoying and i hate when they are on screen, lucifers pants are his skin, angel dust has the worst fashoin sense ever UGHS I HATE HIM WHERE ARE HIS TITS WAAAAAA

also i love that her name is sarah, thats such a basic name, like i can type alastor x reader and theres a bunch of results but if i typed sarah x reader, shes no where :(

also shes got that mlp horse face going on i love it

i despise carmilla carmine, i hate her dumb horns, i hate her unnamed daughters, i hate her skirt, i hate her song, i hate her blazed ass eyes, i hate her long hair

vox just looks bad i cant lie

OK ADUM MAKES ME SO MAD HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN JACK BLACK WE SHOULD HAVE SEEN HIM BEING A FAT BASTARD CUZ I WAS CONVINCED HE WAS ANOTHER SKINNY TWINK also i am an anti shipper when it comes to adum x lute cuz that shit is weaaaak. he is so mean to her and not in a hot way, adum is some incel and lute is a goddess

yeah, #adumisoverparty 2024 the most divorced man in heaven

i can not wait for season two dude, im so pumped

#teddz stuff #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel critical #alastor #vaggie #nifty hazbin hotel #angel dust #hazbin hotel husk

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scoonsalicious · 9 days

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Oh pookie my pookie🩷🩷 As usual, u r the absolute best! DELIVERED. LAWYERED.

Literally my face when reading

Okay, I did not see that coming. She spiralled out real BAD. At the same time i was cheering for her (yeah fuck that bad decision and leave him dry!!) i am also worried for her mentally and physically which can be seen at the end of chp 24 P1.😭😭 She’s going to self destruct until she feels like she absolutely fuck Bucket out of her system. (Pocket really really loves him which makes this an infinite amount of times sadder)

Oh Bucky…. you suck butt

About Sam being here… for now… please don’t let anything happen to Dark Chocolate😂 So other than Sam being injured, or Pocket getting kidnapped… what if Buckwheat somehow replaced Sam in the mission (is that even possible?😂) because he’s going to reappear in chp 25. There’s a lot of possibility that I can think of but i don’t think Sam would just leave Pocket alone. He’s not that kind of guy. He will stick with her just like how Tony would. So something must’ve happened to him.

AND, if Bucky is there… then fucker cunthage will be there which is NOT good for our Pocket. Because you did say Pocket and John only have one more confrontation? (is that the word you use? but u know what i mean😂)

I do hope Bucket will be able to ‘escape’ from the claws of that bitch. But my end theory about Buckaroo and Jennifer having a show down is FIXED. I need him to beat the shit out of Jeremiah PLEASE😭😂.

I can’t wait for the next part and Buckdoodles reappearance, Pocket’s so called knight in shining armour😂. Also a tiny (like really tiny) shoutout to Bucket for not giving up. Possessive little shit. My heart did the flutter when he calls her ‘baby’😂. Can’t imagine what he’ll do knowing our Pocket fucking around.

Rough sexy time? 😏 Or full puppy cry?😂

Our sexy macho❤️

Anyways as usual, amazing writing Pookie. I love you sooo muchhhhh.🩷🩷

Meowahhh~

Thank you so much, Bestie! Literally my face as I wrote it:

She's gonna try to fuck Bucky outta her system, that's for sure. How successful she'll be, well, who can say? I mean, she loves him SO FUCKING MUCH, she's over here like:

It's Buckback Mountain up in dis bitch.

Don't worry 'bout Ole' Sammy. I'll say that part of your guess is correct, but I'm not going to tell you which one! And I'll say this: Bucky shows up without his shadow. When Cunthage eventually does reappear, it's not Bucky who she's coming for. Is that vague enough? lol

When Bucket Finds Out about Pocket's Fucking Around, he's upset, obvi, but he handles it differently than I think any of us would expect him to, and I'm absolutely going to fully address it in a post-series smut oneshot.

Also, thank you for that Bucky gif; it is giving me (to quote The Giver) stirrings. lol

I thank you so much, as always, for your kind words and your thoughts and discussion! Pookie loves you oodles and oodles!

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bratshaws · 2 years

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goodness gracious 43. brb x oc

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Bradley and Beatrice noticed that neither of them could ever be part of Californian high society, neither of them would know how to act…because from where they were seated they could see every single rich person that ever walked on planet Earth on the ground below and around them. They were currently staring at a group of influencer-esque women who walked in wearing so much shine on their bodies it made both of them squint at how bright they were.

They were wearing sunglasses inside a restaurant at nighttime. She was sure not a single one of them had eye issues that forced them to wear those and when they seated the first thing they did was talk bad to the poor waiter who came to their table. “Oh, I hate when people treat waiters like shit.” Beatrice sneers, glaring down at the group of women “What’s stopping them from spitting on their food?”

“True.” he says, frowning his eyebrows when one of them pulls out her phone “She’s probably already writing a bad review.” Beatrice looks at him with a smile, “Complaining that they didn’t get the food before they got in, that’s outrageous. How dare the waiter not know what they want? Ugh.”

“Will probably post a picture of the empty plate too, with the caption ‘look what they brought me! Nothing!’” Beatrice covers her mouth to hold back her laughter while Rooster snorts, dropping his head and trying to hide his smirk with a hand, the couple paying attention to see if anyone else saw them laughing. “Honestly,” she giggles “I could never be someone like that, you know? Filthy rich and treating people like ass. I mean, my aunt is rich and she’s nothing like that.”

Bradley laughs remembering his surprise when he found out that her aunt owned the whole area where the wedding was taking place, “I think it’s fair to say your aunt is a good example of what people should be, she seems to be such a nice lady too.” he says with a grin, “Some people are just shitty.”

“They are.” Bea agrees, sipping her water before looking around the upper floor where the other people were currently having dinner, “I don’t think people should flaunt what they have so much, I think that just shows they are insecure and need validation from others.” she says while looking at a man who was being fed by a woman, while another rubbed his chest and hair, her nose curling in disgust, “...we really are outcasts in this place, huh?”

Rooster chuckles quietly, supporting himself on his crossed arms on top of the table, “Oh yeah.” he looks back to where the man was seated and huffs out a laugh, “But I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else. Not only because you are my girlfriend and I love you, but because you get it. Plus,” he leans closer to her from across the table, smirking, “Isn’t it fun to be the outcast in situations like these?”

As someone who used to be called an outcast, and used to hate it before embracing it the best she could, Beatrice nods with a little smile “It is, I won’t lie.”

It doesn’t take long for their dinner to arrive, which was already a feast by itself. Each of them had one main dish, a ramen bowl and steamed buns as a side snack and it all smelled so good. Neither of them waited too long, since they were both starving and dug into the food, politely of course. Sometimes they’d look down at the group of women who still seemed to be treating the waiter like shit, and she tried to hold back her laugh at Bradley’s less than kind commentary, “Brad,” she tries to chastise him, but a laugh breaks her sentence, “We can’t keep looking at them, just because they are being shitty people.” but her eyes immediately dropped to the group of women that were now being talked by the manager from below.

Now the two of them were really interested, even slowing their chewing to pay attention to what was being said. “I think they are going to get kicked out.” Rooster smirks, to which Beatrice gasps softly, trying to hide her amusement without much success. They watched the group of women, whose voices were getting louder and one of them even pulled out her phone to the manager’s face, immediately lowered their voice the second a female security guard made her way over to them.

They followed as the group of women were quietly led out of the bar, no longer wanting to fight anyone else and with one of them apparently crying as she was taken out of the restaurant. Beatrice and Rooster looked at each other with their mouths open, trying to not laugh too loud at what just happened, “Coming here was already worth it.” he finally says, bringing the water to his lips in hopes it’d cover his chuckle, while his girlfriend did the same, her shoulders shaking with quiet laughing.

“Are we evil people?” she asks after setting the glass down, “For laughing at others’ demise?”

“I mean, no? I don’t think so, they were being rude to the waiter and pretty much the whole staff. That’s just karma, babe.” he says with a shrug “Plus, it’s always a treat to make fun of rich people.”

Beatrice couldn’t help but smile, albeit still a bit guilty, but agreeing with his words by tilting her head in a nod. They didn’t order wine, mostly because Bradley was driving them and they didn’t want to be stopped and also because they had her aunt’s gift somewhere inside his apartment. When she went to her house to grab the jumpsuit she remembered that the wedding thank you gift was saved up in her fridge.

So she picked it up and decided that they could drink it together later, since she was no longer taking medication and it’d be safe for them to enjoy it! Just something they could do together.

Much like everytime, they didn’t see the time go by, they kept watching the people around them and sometimes couldn’t hold back the laugh and commentary of the lives of rich and luxurious lives of the folk there. Their dinner was lovely, their night was very lovely and Beatrice couldn’t help but lean back on her seat with a pleased smile after drinking what was left of her water.

The change in position made her cleavage pop out a lot more than before, the pale flesh on display for his hungry eyes to see, not bothering to hide his eyes as they immediately dropped to the plunge between her breasts. He still had some water left, sipping it slowly and letting his eyes wander all over her figure with complete admiration, licking his lips once he’s done, “You just look so fucking good.” he murmurs, watching the red flush spread down her chest as he spoke, “I think every outfit you own is just meant to make me lose my mind isn’t it?”

Beatrice chuckles softly, humming happily as she runs her hands through her hair and tosses it to the side so it leaves part of her neck bare, “Well, it is one of it’s uses.” she explains innocently, her face still burning a bright red, running the pad of her index finger on her empty glass’ rim, “I can’t say it’s not welcome.”

“Mmhm.” is all that he says while keeping his eyes on her still, “I can’t say I don’t like looking.” and he does, a whole lot, he especially likes how her chest expands in a deep breath and that pushes her breasts forward. “I think this is the part where I say it’s time for us to go.” she blinks at him, adjusting herself on the seat to stand up, “Because I think you remember what I promised you once you got better, right?”

I’m going to eat you up once you heal.

Beatrice bit her lower lip hard, trying to hold back her smile but nodded, not being able to contain her excitement as she held his hand and the two walked down the steps towards the restaurant’s exit. She noticed how the people looked their way, especially how some women seemed to be so focused on Bradley and honestly, she couldn’t blame them. If she saw a man like that walking by she’d look too, stepping closer to him while squeezing his hand with a little smile.

The atmosphere once they get inside the car is so dense and thick it could be cut with a knife, Beatrice trying the best she could to remain calm and not remember how they actually had sex in the backseat of his car a few weeks ago…well now she couldn’t stop thinking about it. She tries so hard to keep her eyes on the road and not on how the pants he wore were thigh and clung to his muscular thighs and especially avoided dragging her eyes higher, twirling her finger on the thin strap of her purse in hopes she’d distract herself.

“You know,” he begins, the atmosphere still as thick as before, “Maybe I could just park somewhere dark, empty and quiet…and revive what happened a few weeks ago.” oh he’s awful “Because I can’t enter the car without remembering it.”

Beatrice coughed softly, “Yeah,I um, haven’t forgotten it either.” it was probably one of the sexiest and boldest things she had ever done…she wanted to do something bold again, but not tonight. No, she had to plan a little bit more, make sure everything was going to go well too. “B-But you don’t have to, we can go to your apartment…and revive the very first time.”

Rooster’s jaw clenched alongside his hands on the steering wheel cover, his tongue running on his lower lip as he stepped on the gas, “We’ll get there in ten minutes.” he announces, flitting his eyes to her for a second, running through the length of her thick thighs and up to her chest then focusing back on driving.

He was wrong, they actually got there in six minutes. As soon as he parked the Bronco and both walked into the elevator, he slammed her against the elevator’s cold walls and kissed her deeply. Beatrice’s purse fell to her feet as her arms wrapped around his neck, dragging her nails up his scalp and getting a breathy moan out of him. They both knew the elevator had cameras, but honestly neither of them cared,Beatrice just whimpered into his mouth when he picked her up and held her against the metal walls, digging his fingers on her buttcheeks. His mouth left a wet trail of kiss down her jawline to her throat, where he proceeded to devour her skin like it was the dinner they shared hours before, “Brad…” she whispers, moving her hips to meet his own in hopes to get some friction as the elevator slowly went up.

Rooster drags his lips to her ear, his hot breath hitting the soft cartilage as he speaks, “I’m going to fuck you right in this elevator,” he growls, trying to unbuckle his belt one handed while the other hand keeps her up, “Going to fuck you so right, baby.”

A full blown shudder erupts all over her body at the idea alone, groaning at her choice of outfit since it’d mean she’d have to shimmy it all the way down her legs instead of just pulling it up if it was a dress. She tries to tell him between feverish kisses what she wants to do, but between his mouth and the pinging of the elevator going up the floors, she’s a bit distracted.

When the elevator stops and her barely open eyes turn to look at the number, she furrowed her eyebrows a bit seeing they arrived at his floor, “Brad…” she tries calling him, but he’s busy dragging his teeth down her throat, finally able to unbuckle his belt but not pull it out. The doors appeared to open in slow motion, Beatrice becoming even more alert than before, “Brad!” she whisper shouts, tapping his shoulder in hopes he looks up.

His lips drag up to her jawline, “Yeah, baby, you like that don’t you–” he stops, they both do when the door opens revealing the person on the other side. There’s a short old lady there, with dyed red hair that’s curled up in an updo, wearing a red cardigan and a flower patterned dress, squinting her eyes towards the two.

The lady keeps on squinting, “Bradley? Is that you, dear?” she reaches down towards her black purse on the crook of her elbow and Bradley hurriedly lets Beatrice back down, muttering a ‘jesus christ’ to himself as he gives his back to the door and buckles his belt back up. The old lady puts on the huge tortoiseshell glasses, the lens making her eyes double in size as she blinks up at them just in time for Bradley to turn back around and partially hide behind Beatrice, “Oh!It is you! Hello, my dear!How are you?”

He doesn’t want to be rude, but he also doesn’t think he can keep a façade of calmness much longer, “Hi, Mrs. Whitmore.” he replies, “I’m doing…fine…”

“Oh, and who’s this lovely girl?” she follows the two with her head as they walk out, Bradley still hiding himself the best he could behind Bea, “Is she your lady friend?”

“Yes, she’s my girlfriend. Beatrice.”

“H-Hello.”

“Oh!Beatrice! What a beautiful name! It’s Italian isn’t it? My first husband was Italian, my Sal, what a good man he was.” Mrs.Whitmore says with a little smile, using her cane to hold the elevator doors open, “She’s a gorgeous lady, Bradley. My my, and look at those hips!Oh I had hips like that in my day.” Beatrice just blushes looking down at her legs, squeaking a bit when the old lady taps them with the end of her cane, “Great for child bearing!I’ll tell you that much! HAH!” she laughs tossing her head back while the brunette only blushes harder, inhaling sharply and looking back at Bradley with an exasperated expression, he just stares right back and shrugs, “Oh, but don’t mind me, don’t mind me.”

They watch Mrs.Whitmore slowly make her way to the elevator, “I’m late for poker night!” Bradley steps out from behind Beatrice when he notices she’s having more difficulty than normal, ignoring his own predicament to stay behind her until she gets inside, “Oh, I’m fine! I’m fine!” she flaps her hand before eventually accepting his help so she could push herself forward, “Thank you, dear. Here,” she reaches inside her bag to pull out a few strawberry hard candies, “For you and your lady friend.”

“Thank you, Mrs.Whitmore.”

“What a sweet boy you are,” she coos, patting his cheek before pressing the button, “But I’ve got to go! I need to beat Wilma again! HAH! Good night you two! Bye-bye!” Bradley steps back so the doors close, the little lady disappearing from their view. Beatrice looks up at Rooster who had the hard candies in the middle of his palm, her shocked face turning into a smile, then a soft laugh makes its way out of her lips.

“I never see her leave her apartment.” he says quietly, “When she does she almost catches us, thank God she needs glasses.” he shoves the hard candies inside his back pocket, meeting Beatrice’s gaze and not being able to hold back his own laughter as the adrenaline of the situation comes to pass, rubbing his eyes with his fingertips, “Ah, damn it, come on.” he keeps on chuckling, grabbing her hand as they walk to his door.

Beatrice waits by his side, looking back at the elevator then at him with a smile on her face, “She seems like a sweet lady.” she says, following him inside the apartment, Jolene’s constant tail thumping greeting them, but she doesn’t move away from the couch. He tosses his keys to the coffee table, running his hands through his hair with a soft groan, interlacing his hands behind his head trying to calm himself down, “She likes you.”

“I helped her with her plumbing a few times.” he explains, dropping his arms to his sides so he could remove his suit jacket, “She always gives me these,” the hard candies are also tossed down the coffee table, Jolene stretching her neck to sniff it curiously but quickly losing interest “Or those old mint hard candies too. It depends what’s closer. She’s a nice lady, but she still thinks Reagan is president and she makes sure to say she hates him.”

The brunette chuckles softly, dropping her purse on the coffee table alongside his key, toeing out her shoes before looking up seeing him rub his face from crown to chin, “You okay?’

“My elderly neighbor almost caught us fucking in an elevator.” Beatrice laughs again, trying to hold back her amusement, “So I’m a bit shocked, you know? Just,” he makes a face, holding up his fingers in a pinch gesture, “Just a bit.”

Beatrice smiles, stepping closer to him to hug his middle, propping her chin on his chest to look up at his face. Bradley huffs a soft laugh, his cheeks flushed just the tidiest bit, “You are just so cute, aren’t you?” she says, lifting a hand to caress the side of his face, “Not only you are a gentleman but you also help old ladies in need? You are just so dreamy, Brad.”

He avoids her gaze for a second, his cheeks flushing darker but he smirks, “I have my moments.” he says, leaning down to brush their lips together, “I can be a gentleman or a villain depending on the situation.”

“Oh,” she smiles against his mouth, “Like the big bad wolf you said you were?” his eyes are on her the second she says it, pupils blown wide and lips still curved up in a smirk, kissing her sweetly as she slides her arms around his neck, bringing him closer so her chest is pressed against his. He hums against her mouth, his large hands cupping her ass as he walks them backwards to his bedroom, turning the lights off on the living room.

She giggles against his mouth when he kicks his door closed and locks it for good measure, even though Jolene would never walk in, turning them around so he’d sit on the bed and she’d be on his lap, with his hands still cupping her buttcheeks through the dark green fabric. “I did say I’d eat you up, I promised it, in fact.”

“You did.” she whispers cupping his face in her hands to kiss him one more time, “Are you?’

“Am I? Oh, baby, you know I never go back on my word.” he purrs, dropping his eyes to her chest “Now, how do I get this out of you without ripping it? I’d hate to never see this again.” This question is followed by him running his hands up and down the curve of her waist, Beatrice smiling even more at him before she tugs the end of the long sleeves, which in turn pulls down the top that touched her shoulders. Inch by inch more skin was revealed, his eyes following the falling fabric with his lips parted until it reached her cleavage.

“I’ll have to stand up.” she says, “To get it all off.”

Rooster makes a noise of complaint, watching as she stood to her feet to pull the jumpsuit all the way down, but his hands held her, “Wait,” she snaps her head up towards him in surprise, “Can I?” his voice sounds so hoarse when he asks, his eyes going from her face to her partially covered body. Beatrice’s sharp intake of breath is so quiet that if the room wasn’t so silent he wouldn’t be able to hear it, but she nods with the softest ‘okay’ leaving her lips.

He grabs her by the hips so she steps between his legs, the sleeves were now hanging by the sides of her bust, the only parts still covered were just half of her breasts and lower body. Since it was such a stretchy material, all he had to do was tug gently and watch it fall to her feet. Now she only had her panties on, this pair was black with white stripes on the sides.

She loved how big his hands were and how much…ground, they covered whenever he grabbed her. Beatrice squeaked in surprise when he tugs her closer to press an open mouthed kiss to her tummy, her stomach immediately dropping with nerves, “B-Brad,” his mouth goes up, he’s slowly rising to his feet as well until his kisses touched between her breasts and stop right under her jawline, “You,” she tries to speak, but it’s hard when he’s pressing those types of kisses on her neck, “You are still d-dressed…”

Rooster pulls back, looking down at his yellow floral shirt and dark pants, gently turning her around so she lies on the bed instead. He keeps eye contact while pulling his shirt from the back, breaking it for a quick second as the fabric blocks his vision, tossing it somewhere in his room. He couldn’t help but smirk at how she was paying attention with her upper body burning a bright red, her eyes dropping to his belt, following it when he pulled the leather strip from the belt loops.

“Baby,” he begins, snapping Beatrice out of her trance only to chuckle when her green eyes immediately go back to his pants that were now sliding down his legs. “Looking at me like that,” he tuts, kicking his pants off as he’s left only with black briefs ,”Like I’m stripping for you.”

That immediately made an idea pop in her head, but she shoved it back in the confines of her mind for now. “Weren’t you?”

“No, that’s for a special occasion.” he purrs, lowering himself between her legs so their chests are touching, his lips already trailing up and down her jawline, “You know? I’m also not dressed accordingly. I need glittery underwear or something of the sort.”

“You don’t need all that-” the end of her sentence ends up with a sharp intake of breath when his mouth drops down to her neck once more, using his strength to push both of them towards the center of his bed so he could have more space to maneuver. He just chuckles, meeting her eyes while he drops kiss after kiss down towards her chest, the soft wet smacking sounds of those plush lips on her skin were making Beatrice turn even redder.

Rooster keeps on going until he reaches the beginning of her ribs, trailing his lips back so they are making their way over the curve of her breast. Beatrice whimpers softly, these weeks have been so hard that every tiny touch of his was making her body feel like it’s on fire. She can’t hold back her moan when his lips wrap around her breast, teeth and tongue caressing her nipple while one of his hands pinches and touches its twin.

Beatrice’s quiet moan when she tosses her head back seems so much louder, her eyes fluttering shut while her hips move up, trying to get some release. He pulls back from her breast, repeating the process to the other one and earning an even louder moan from his girlfriend. God, he missed this. As much as he enjoyed just holding her, sleeping next to her, there was nothing better than hearing her moaning whenever they were together.

Once her breasts are loved enough, he even gives them another love bite, he trails his mouth down to her underwear. He feels her stomach contract when he reaches it, almost trying to shy it away from him but Rooster isn’t fazed, he presses even more kisses to the soft flesh and hears her gentle, shaky whimper coming from above. When his lips touch the elastic of her underwear, he drags his big hands up her thighs to hook his middle and index fingers against the fabric, tugging it downwards.

Beatrice lifts her hips so he can remove them easily, holding back a groan when a thin string of fluid breaks when he pulls it down her legs, balling it and tossing it off the bed. “Oh this is a beautiful sight.” he coos, parting her legs so he sees her glistening center staring right back at him, “I missed it a lot.”

Once he’s done talking, he wastes no time in adjusting himself on the bed so he’s millimeters away from where he desires with his mouth watering. Beatrice has no warning, her eyes widening when she feels his mouth on her, her mouth parting in a moan as her hands fist the pillows behind her head.

Beatrice’s moans start quiet at first, soft ‘hmms’ and ‘oohs’ that sound like music to his ears, her hands not touching his hair just yet. He knows when she’ll get like that, he’s done this enough times to know every little thing that will turn her into a quivering mess. His movements were also slow as well, just languid strokes of his tongue as his hands caressed her thighs from knee to hip, sometimes opening his eyes to check how she was reacting.

He doesn’t waste much time when he sees her head tilted back against the pillows, deepening his strokes and smiling at the sudden yelp that goes past her lips. Atta girl, he thought, time to get louder. Beatrice blinked her eyes hard, hands no longer holding the pillows, this time they were clenching the sheets with her chest heaving out with deep surprised breaths “B-Brad…” she said with her voice shaking, “G-God…oh my God…”

He spreads her legs even more, holding one of them on his shoulder while the other is tucked underneath his bicep, exposing her in ways that makes the blush on her skin turn so dark he thinks she’s covered in red paint. He moves a bit faster, his hand caressing her leg until he reaches her mound, thumb sliding down just enough to press against her clit and making a jolt dart all over her body. Her moans are sharper now, louder and one of her hands makes its way towards his hair, fingers combing through the sandy strands.

“B-Brad!! Ah!!” Beatrice doesn’t know what to do, so she grips the sheets so hard she’s sure they’ll rip any minute now. She feels the pressure building, her moans rising in volume and mixing with whispers of his name, her legs twitching as she tries to close them but he’s still holding them apart. She won’t be able to hold herself back much longer, it’s getting harder for her to focus on anything but his mouth.

The pressure turns too great in a matter of seconds, her body immediately going taut as a bowstring as her back arches. Her eyes clench as her orgasm hits her with full force, almost punching the moan out of her with how much force it came out of her throat, hips rising and falling as she rides off her high. His lips are still on her even after she comes, Beatrice whimpers at how sensitive she is, hips still jumping and her heart slamming against her ribcage, “Brad…” she calls weakly, caressing his hair and trying to hold back another moan that dares to leave her throat, trying to push his head away when she feels it’s too much.

He does lift his head, after pressing a kiss on the junction of her thigh and pelvis. He doesn’t hide when he wipes his jaw with a hand, licking the curve between his thumb and index finger to get every little morsel that was left, “You still taste fucking delicious.” he growls, trailing his lips back over the same path as before, finishing against her lips with a pleased groan, “I missed this. Are you okay?”

Beatrice’s unfocused gaze meets his eyes, her eyebrows arch as she blinks up at him with confusion, “...’m fine…” she replies, “Missed it too…” She's still shivering a little bit, so he waits a few minutes for them to continue. He could wait, he waited two weeks and a half for this. While she calms down, he reaches to his side table, opening the drawer and grabbing the tin foil packet from the inside, looking back to check on Beatrice to find her already staring at him.

“Hey.”

She smiles sweetly, “Hi…” her arms reach towards him and he wastes no time in climbing on top of her, kissing her one more time and swallowing her happy moan, “You really,” she was still trying to regain her breathing, “Took the breath out of me.”

“Do you need more time?”

“No.”

“You sure?”

“I’m so sure.” she smiles, draping her arms around his neck, “I’m okay, it’s just been a while and I forgot how good you are with your mouth.” he sounds offended by it, even giving her a confused look, “Not forget, just…it slipped my mind.”

“Yeah?” he smirks, ripping the packet open, looking away from her for a second so he could roll the condom on, meeting her eyes again once he’s done, “I should remind you then.” she nods eagerly, “Since it slipped your mind.”

Beatrice just giggles, her oversensitive core twitches when he lies on top of her, his own mouth curling up in a smirk as his hands disappear between them so he could push into her. He drops his forehead to hers, both of their mouths opening in breathless moans as he hilts, keeping himself still for a few seconds while her legs wrap around his waist, smiling in relief when no pain darts from her foot.

She opens her eyes to meet his, their pupils blown wide that only rings of their eye color are visible, her hands coming up to cup his cheeks and caress his cheekbones adoringly, “I love you.” she whispers, gasping quietly when he starts to move.

“I love you too, gorgeous.” he replies with a strained voice, turning his head to kiss the inside of her wrist, before he looks back down at her. Her cheeks and chest still flushed that lovely shade of red, shining with a thin sheen of sweat that made her look downright delectable. Bradley’s lips drop to her own, swallowing her moaning as his hips move, almost being able to taste it in his tongue.

Beatrice whimpers, moving her own hips to meet his thrusts,her hands dropping from his neck to his upper back. The dips and valleys of muscle only made her heat up even more, her nails dragging down his golden skin, stopping on the dimples right above his butt. Bea breaks the kiss to moan at a specific thrust, and Rooster drops his head to the curve of her shoulder, biting the warm flesh and tasting the sweat on her skin.

She gasps out his name, hugging his neck tighter, “Brad…p-please…” she was still a bit sensitive from before but she didn’t care, “F-Faster…”

Oh he loved when she got vocal. She was so quiet at the beginning and she was still nervous sometimes, but whenever she talked it really made his whole body vibrate with excitement, “Faster? You want me to go faster?” she nods with another moan breaking past her lips when he speeds his movements just enough to make her breasts bounce, “Is this fast enough?”

She just stared at him through her half-lidded eyes, her lips curving into a word that simply broke as a moan darted out of her, tossing her head back when his hips got even faster, “Maybe,” he says through heavy breathing, “This would be faster, yeah? Is it, gorgeous?”

Beatrice moaned louder, “Braaad!!” she furrowed her eyebrows while panting heavily, clenching her eyes shut, her arms wrapped back around his neck as she felt the pressure building again. Her legs were clenched so tight against his waist she felt she’d have a cramp soon, hopefully it was a false alarm because that wouldn’t be sexy at all. So instead of worrying about that, she tried to focus on the sound of his deep breathing and moaning, her own soft gasping and the sound of their skins slapping together in a frenzied cacophony of bodies.

Beatrice knew she wouldn’t last long, just a little bit more, one of her hands dropping from his neck to slide down her body until she reached her clit. She rubbed the little bundle of nerves for a few seconds, her breathing getting louder, whispers of his name going past her lips, “Brad..” she whines, still moving her hips to meet his, looking into his eyes and feeling like she’s falling into those brown irises the longer she stares.

Bradley isn’t too far behind, but he doesn’t want to look anywhere but at her. When he hears her breathing hitch and her nails dig on the back of his neck, he just watches her back arch and a long moan rip past her lips, her channel fluttering around him. “Jesus, you are so fucking hot.” he growls, rushing after his own release and enjoying how she yelped in surprise at his hips pistoning against hers, holding onto his shoulders for dear life.

Beatrice however, is very surprised when she feels the pressure already building again in just a matter of minutes. Her eyes widen, not being able to hold it back and having a third orgasm that’s so intense her eyes roll back and she can’t even moan loud enough, just gasps out a loud breath while her hands clench at nothing. Her ears ring, her vision is blurry but she hears when he groans loudly against her neck, the vibration of his voice on her skin seeming to shake her whole body.

Once her vision is clear again, she sees the ceiling of his bedroom and the curve of Rooster’s back as he lies panting on top of her, Beatrice smiles tiredly as her head tilts to look down at him. Bradley’s breathing was shaky, his eyes fluttering open to meet her loving gaze, “Hi,” she says, running a hand on his wet cheek, “Are you okay?”

He takes a while to reply, lifting his eyebrows with amusement as his eyes close, “I…” he chuckles while licking his lips, “Whew, I think it slipped my mind too, you know?” they laugh quietly, like it’s a secret only the two of them should know. He lifts his hand to touch the curve of her cheek, following his fingers until they touch her chin, “...you still look so pretty, no matter what, huh?”

“I look like a mess.” “A sexy mess, that just,” he leans up to peck her lips, “Took the air out of me.” he hovers above her head with a little smile “I’m going to draw a bath for us, I think we deserve it.” his breath hitches and she gasps when he pulls out, but Beatrice smiles while slowly pushing herself to a sitting position watching him disappear into the bathroom. It takes her a few seconds, but she stretches her arms over her head and then follows him, groaning happily.

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So Long Version 2 Chapter 9

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A/N: A couple more cliches thrown in, because why not? Are you ready for them to finally get together yet?

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Ages 24 and 25 August 2004

I woke up the next morning feeling very comfortable and well rested. I laid there for a little bit before opening my eyes, just trying to wake up more, and realized my pillow was moving slowly up and down. Then I felt the arm wrapped around me. My eyes flew open and I slowly tried to look up to see if Dean was awake yet.

“Mornin’,” he rumbled in a sleep roughened voice when he felt me moving.

“Morning,” I echoed, moving to sit up. “Sorry about invading your space like that. I’m not really sure how that happened.”

“Don’t worry about it. It didn’t bother me,” he assured me.

“How long have you been awake?” I asked, trying to move past the situation and not hyperfocus on it the way I wanted to.

“Just a few minutes.”

I looked at the clock and saw that it was almost 8.

“Shit! We need to get going!” I said, jumping out of bed. We didn’t have much time to figure out what was going on here.

“I think we should go back to the conference room first,” I said when we were both dressed and ready to go.

“Okay. Why?”

“If Mallory and Dave are there we can see if we can learn anything from them. If not, we can look around that little office.”

“Alright. I guess that’s a good place to start.”

We took the elevator back down to the first floor and headed for the conference room. A quick peak in the door didn’t show any signs of the two hosts, so we headed towards the office they’d retreated to last night.

“Oh!” Mallory gasped when we walked in the open door. “Hello! Can we help you with something?” she asked politely. She and Dave were sitting at a desk. They didn’t look like they were going anywhere anytime soon.

“Yeah, actually we forgot to grab one of those schedules last night. You wouldn’t happen to have another one, would you?” I asked, the lie coming to me easily.

“Of course!” Dave said, opening a drawer and handing over a piece of paper he grabbed from inside. “Here you go!”

“Thanks,” Dean said as he took it from him, pretending to look it over. “I’ve gotta tell you, this is a really great retreat. Jenna and I were just saying last night how glad we are that we decided to come.”

“That’s great! We always love to hear people are enjoying themselves,” Mallory smiled.

“How long have you been doing retreats like this?” I asked. “I mean, to have something this well set up, you have to have done it before right?”

“Oh, Dave and I have been doing these for a while now. We’ve hosted all the couple’s retreats here since the first one.”

“We actually do these events at hotels all across the country,” Dave added proudly.

“That’s a pretty fun job,” I said.

“It’s so much fun. We love it,” Mallory agreed.

“Well, thanks for the schedule,” Dean said. “We’re gonna go get some breakfast. We’ll see you for the scavenger hunt!”

“So what do you think?” I asked when we were a safe distance away, walking down the halls towards the breakfast bar.

“The fact that they’ve been here every year seems a little suspicious. But if they’re traveling all over the country doing this…”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Maybe it’s just their job and they’re not involved. I guess we could try to look into some of the other retreats they’ve done. See if anyone’s gone missing from any of them?”

“Sounds like fun,” Dean groaned.

We rounded the corner to the room breakfast was served in and Dean immediately headed for the buffet. The room was almost empty, only a few other people scattered throughout. I stepped into line behind him, watching him pile his plate with eggs, biscuits and gravy, bacon, and sausage.

“I’m just gonna say it again. We have to stay in places like this more often,” Dean said. He went and set his plate on an empty table and then came back for coffee.

I just smiled and shook my head as I dished up my own plate.

“It is a nice hotel, isn’t it?” The older lady waiting patiently in line behind me commented. “I never would have thought it could turn into something this nice.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well it’s a beautiful place now. It wasn’t that long ago this place wasn’t very popular and kind of run down. Rumors were going around that they were on the verge of bankruptcy. Then, almost overnight things started to get better. Within a month this was one of the most popular hotels in the state.”

“Weird. Did they hire a new manager or something? Someone with more experience who was able to turn things around?” I asked.

“Oh no. The same man has owned this place for going on twenty years now. He manages it himself.”

“Huh. How long ago did it turn into what it is now?”

“Oh, about… seven years ago I think.”

“That’s really interesting. Well, I better go sit down before my husband wonders what’s taking so long,” I smiled, gesturing towards the table Dean was at.

The lady smiled back and waved me off. I grabbed some orange juice and then sat down.

“I don’t suppose you heard any of that?” I asked.

“Not a word. You looked pretty interested though,” he said around a mouthful of food.

“I think Mallory and Dave are off the hook,” I told him. “I’d say the hotel owner just got bumped to the number one suspect spot.”

I relayed to him the information I’d just gotten from the old lady.

“Awesome,” Dean grumbled. “So we’re probably dealing with some sort of pagan god.”

“You think so?” I asked.

“Think about it. The people that have been disappearing have probably been sacrifices to keep this place running. The guy is about to lose everything. He’s desperate. Desperate people do crazy things. He decides to try sacrificing a couple people to some random god in a last ditch effort and it turns out it works. So now that he’s doing well, he schedules retreats. He’s got a group of people to choose from every year. It’s even a couple, a man and a woman. Sounds like a pagan ritual to me.”

“Awesome,” I sighed. “There’s only about a thousand of them. This could take days of research, Dean. We don’t have that kind of time.”

“I know. We’re just going to have to do the best we can,” he said.

We quickly finished our breakfast and then I went back to our room to start making a list of pagan gods that wanted sacrifices in exchange for money or success while Dean went to check out the hotel owner’s office.

I’d only been looking for about twenty minutes when there was a knock on the door.

“It’s me,” Dean said from the other side.

I got up to open the door for him.

“What’d you find?” I asked.

“Nothing. I couldn’t get in. There’s some guy sitting in the hallways where all the offices are and he wasn’t leaving.”

“Okay,” I sighed. That complicated things a bit. The office might have held clues to help us narrow down what god we were looking for. “We’ll just make a list of every god we can find that fits the bill and find a different time to get in the office.”

The next couple hours were spent in relative silence as we looked up every god we possibly could online, writing down the names of ones that could be the one we were dealing with.

By the time noon rolled around we had a pretty decent sized list, but thankfully it was smaller than expected. There were more gods than I realized that didn’t require human sacrifice in order to be helpful.

Dean had also spent a little time looking into the hotel owner. His name was Connor O’Reilly. His parents were Irish immigrants and he’d inherited this hotel from them when they died in a car accident when he was 24. There was nothing out of the ordinary about him, but then again, the real psychos out there usually hid it well.

We went to the hotel restaurant to get some lunch before the scavenger hunt. Once we’d eaten, we headed back to conference room A. We were the last to arrive again.

“Hello,” Mallory chirped. “I hope everyone enjoyed their morning! We’ve got a fun rest of the day planned out for you all!”

“Starting with a scavenger hunt!” Dave continued. He showed us a stack of paper in his hand. “Each couple is going to get their own list of things to find. None of the lists are the same, so you’ll all be looking for different things. You have 45 minutes to find all ten items and then meet back here.”

Dave passed out the papers as well as a stopwatch to each couple.

“Start your time… now!” Mallory instructed. Everybody started their stopwatches and then took off.

“Alright. What do you say we do some real hunting?” Dean asked.

“I think we should spend five minutes at least pretending to be participating. Give everyone time to spread out and not pay attention to us,” I suggested.

“Fine,” Dean huffed. “Five minutes.”

We managed to find two of the things on the list in those five minutes and then we decided to go try and get into the offices again.

There was no one around to see us slip into the now empty hallway. We walked all the way to the end, stopping at the one labeled ‘Manager.’ Dean quickly picked the lock and we slipped inside, quietly closing the door behind us.

A quick scan of the room showed a couple of big filing cabinets and no computer. This guy was old school then. Dean and I each headed to a filing cabinet and started digging.

“This started seven years ago, so skip over anything from before then,” I said to Dean as I flipped through the well organized folders to more recent years.

I skimmed through employee files, renovation details, bills, tax information and countless other papers he’d filed away, but I wasn’t coming up with anything useful.

“Find anything yet?” Dean asked. He had finished going through all the more recent files in his cabinet and was going through the desk and searching the room for anything that might give us a clue.

“No, nothing.” I sighed and looked at the stopwatch. “We’re supposed to be back to the conference room in a couple minutes.”

“Can’t we just skip it?” Dean asked.

“No, because then they’ll come looking for us. I don’t think there’s anything left to look through here anyway.”

“Fine,” he agreed. “Let’s go.”

We started walking for the door, and that’s when I saw it.

“Dean, wait.” I said.

“What?” he asked.

I’d missed it on the way in because I hadn’t stopped to look at the walls. But hanging right next to the office door was a picture that I recognized. A group of warriors in a line, facing a large figure who was dunking a man in a cauldron. Above these warriors was another group of warriors, these ones on horseback, riding away from the large figure.

“I know which god we’re dealing with,” I told him.

“How?”

“That picture,” I said, pointing to it. “That’s a Celtic god called Teutates.”

“We must have looked up hundreds of gods today. How can you remember one specific one? Based off of a picture?” He questioned.

“I remember a few. He just happens to be one of them. And I’ve seen him before when I was doing research with Bobby.” I answered.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. How do we kill him?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But at least we know who we’re dealing with now. It shouldn’t be hard to figure out how to kill him.”

“Let’s get the rest of these stupid activities over with so we can finish this hunt,” he said, opening the door enough to check that the hall was clear before we stepped out, relocking the door behind us. We’d only made it a few steps when the click of high heels sounded just outside of the hallway we were standing in.

Possible explanations for our presence here raced through my mind, but before I could decide on the best one, Dean was pushing me up against the wall. He grabbed my arms, wrapping them around his neck and then put his hands on my waist. This all happened so quickly that I didn’t even have time to ask what he was doing.

Then his mouth was on mine. I froze. I could feel his lips moving, trying to get me to respond, but I could barely even manage to remember to breathe with the way my brain seemed to be short circuiting. The footsteps got louder and seemed to filter through my shock.

I felt my hands reflexively tighten a little in Dean’s hair and I had just started to kiss him back when we were interrupted.

“Excuse me,” a female voice said. Dean and I broke apart at the sound of it. “You’re not supposed to be back here.”

“Sorry,” Dean apologized. “We were just…” Whatever excuse he had been about to give her trailed off at the unimpressed look she was giving us. “Leaving,” he said.

He grabbed my hand and quickly walked away, out of the hall and towards the conference room.

“Dean,” I said when I regained the ability to speak. We were almost there. Not a good time, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself.

“Not now,” he told me.

I didn’t want to let it go, but I knew I had to. For now at least. We walked into the room to see that, for once, we weren’t the last ones. James and Stephanie still weren’t back yet.

“That was pretty fun, wasn’t it?” Julia asked us, coming to stand beside me.

“Uh, yeah it was great!” I replied.

“How’d you guys do?” She asked.

I didn’t get a chance to answer because James and Stephanie came back at that moment and Mallory and Dave were immediately ready to move on.

“Okay! I see everybody’s back. Is there anyone who managed to find all of their items?” Dave asked.

Four sets of hands went up.

“That’s great! And how many did you find?” Mallory asked Stephanie and James.

“We got nine,” Stephanie said. “We were trying to find the last one when we realized we were out of time.”

“Nine out of ten is still impressive!” Mallory assured her. “And what about you two? How many did you find?”

“Um, well… we only found two,” I told her.

“It’s this one’s fault, really,” Dean said as he slung an arm around my shoulders. “She got a little bit distracted.” I frowned, wondering where he was going with this. We could have just told them we were really bad at scavenger hunts. “She just loves interior design so much. We spent most of our time looking at the furniture layout and pictures and woodwork.”

“I can’t help it,” I shrugged. “It’s just so interesting.”

“Well that’s ok,” Mallory said. “As long as you were having fun together. That is what this retreat is all about.”

“Everyone please put the items you collected into this basket,” Dave instructed, setting a large plastic basket onto the table. “And we’ll move on to our next activity!”

I didn’t want to move on to the next activity. I wanted to talk to Dean about what just happened a few minutes ago. I wanted to finish the case too, but that had been bumped from the top priority slot.

“I’m sure you’re all familiar with the newlywed shoe game. We’re going to be playing that, but with a slight twist. The couple who answers the most questions the same wins a free couple’s massage for tomorrow morning!” Dave explained.

“So if everyone could please take off one of your shoes and hand it to your soulmate, and then take a seat across from each other,” Mallory said, gesturing to two rows of chairs positioned back to back.

“You answer them all correctly, I’ll get a few wrong,” Dean whispered to me as we handed over our shoes. Neither of us wanted to win the couple’s massage, but we also couldn’t get them all wrong. I nodded in agreement and we both sat down.

It turned out they had a long list of questions. It took about twenty minutes to get through them all. I was getting pretty bored and fidgety by the end. The questions weren’t difficult and they kept my focus squarely on Dean, right where I didn’t want it. I wanted to keep myself distracted and my mind off of that kiss until we were able to discuss it. Unfortunately, couple’s retreats weren’t really designed to let you not think about your other half.

“Well that was a lot of fun to watch!” Mallory cheered when it was finally over. “The couple who agreed on the most questions is… Hannah and Tristan! Congratulations you two! Enjoy your free massage!” She held out a free massage coupon which Tristan accepted with a smile.

“Alright. Now, if you all think you’ve been having fun so far, just you wait. The next thing we’re going to do is my favorite part of the whole weekend!” Dave announced. “I’m going to ask you to help us move everything to the edges of the room. We’ll need a lot of space because we’re going to be teaching everybody some fun group dances next!”

I heard Dean’s quiet groan beside me. We all worked together to move the tables and chairs up against the walls and then Mallory disappeared into their office, coming back with a speaker and an ipod.

“The first step to learning any dance is to learn it without music first,” Mallory told us. “Dave and I will demonstrate one step at a time and then we’ll go through it slowly while you learn it. And then we’ll move on to music!”

“We’re going to teach you three different dances,” Dave continued. “We’ll spend half an hour on each one, so don’t worry if you don’t get it right away. They’re pretty simple dances so we have plenty of time to work on each. Now I want everybody to line up. Ladies on one side, gentlemen on the other, and leave some space between the lines.”

And so we spent the next half hour learning the first dance. It was the kind of dance full of skipping and turns and switching partners. We would complete a series of steps with one partner before moving to the next person, doing the steps again, switching partners again and so on.

At the end of the first half hour, we were instructed to take a water break. I was sipping from a bottle of water when Dean came to stand next to me.

“What do you think the odds are that someone sprains an ankle and we can be done with this?” He asked humorlessly.

“It’s not that bad,” I told him. He looked at me, surprised.

“You’re enjoying this,” he said accusingly.

“So what? It’s fun,” I said a little defensively.

“I didn’t even know you liked to dance,” he said. I just shrugged.

“Neither did I.” I hadn’t been any more excited about this particular activity than Dean was. I was surprised how much I was enjoying it.

Break over, everyone moved back to the center of the room to learn the next dance.

We were on to the third dance, just about to try it with music when the woman from the front desk peeked into the room, saying there was a call for Anna and Ethan. They excused themselves and we finished the dance minus one couple.

I was slightly out of breath when Dave stopped the music and called an end to the dance portion of the day. A phone rang in the office, and Mallory left to answer it. I’d had a lot more fun than I expected and the dances, simple as they were, had been sufficiently distracting enough for me to forget about Dean kissing me. That is, until I looked over to see him talking to James and smiling, and my eyes focused on his mouth.

“Bad news,” Mallory said, coming back into the room. “Anna and Ethan won’t be coming back. They got a call about a family emergency and had to leave. But that doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t still have fun, right?”

Dean and I looked at each other. So the human sacrifices had been chosen and taken already. We needed to get moving. And fast.

“We figured we’d do something a little more relaxing after all of that work everyone just did. As I’m sure you are all aware, there’s a lake just behind this hotel. There are a few kayaks available for rental, and we’ve got the next hour booked!” Mallory told us.

“Oh, you know what? I’m actually terrified of being on open water.” I said the first excuse I could think of to give us a chance to get away.

“It’s a pretty small lake. There’s no big fish or predators of any kind. Perfectly safe,” Dave assured me.

“Doesn’t matter. It’s just a phobia I’ve had pretty much my whole life. We’re going to have to sit this one out, but you all have fun! We’ll be able to keep ourselves entertained.”

“If you’re sure,” Dave said. “Alright, everyone else, let’s head outside. If you have anything on you that you don’t want to risk falling into the water, I’d leave it here.”

We watched everyone file out of the room and then started planning.

“What are we going to do?” Dean asked. “We don’t have the slightest idea where to start looking for them. And we don’t even know how to kill this god yet.”

“I know. But we can’t just let them die. We might have to figure it out as we go.”

“Figure it out as we go? We can’t help anyone if we’re dead,” he argued.

“I don’t know what else to do! We don’t exactly have time for research. Besides, who says he’ll even actually be there?” I pointed out as an idea occurred to me.

“Why wouldn’t he be there?”

“Think about it. Back in the day when sacrifices were the norm, the god didn’t show up on your doorstep to watch the sacrifice. It was just something you did and then the god would give you some sort of benefit in exchange. Why should this be any different?” I reasoned.

“That’s risking an awful lot on a maybe,” he said. Then he sighed. “But I guess you’re right. I don’t see that we have much of a choice. Alright, where do we start looking for these guys?”

“Well, from what I remember, sacrifices were made to Teutates by drowning the victims in a large vat of liquid, like in that picture in the office. Nobody knows for sure, but the theory is that they used ale.” I paused for a second as a realization struck me. “Which would explain why I found an order for a vat of ale every August. How did I miss that?” I groaned. “I just assumed it was for the hotel bar.”

“The ale was shipped here?” Dean asked.

“Yeah. Which doesn’t mean he couldn’t have moved it afterwards. But he wouldn’t be able to move it on his own.”

“Plus it would make more sense to do it here. Otherwise he has to find a way to either sneak two unconscious people out of the hotel or lure them out with him. That would put him as the last person to see them before they vanished, which I imagine is a risk he wouldn’t want to take,” Dean continued piecing things together.

“So they have to be here somewhere,” I concluded.

“The basement?” Dean suggested. “I didn’t see any mention of renovations done down there. It could be an area that no one uses. Or not often enough for it to be a concern.”

“Let’s go,” I agreed.

We had to stop at our room first to grab weapons. We didn’t know what we were walking into for sure and it would be foolish to go in unarmed. Dean grabbed a couple guns that he was able to hide with his jacket and I grabbed two knives that I tucked into my boots. It was better than nothing.

We took the elevator back down to the first floor and then went to the stairwell. The elevator didn’t go down to the basement. We went down the flight of stairs and stopped at the heavy basement door while Dean picked the lock. He handed me his second gun and I gave him one of the knives and then we stepped in.

The basement was a mess. The concrete floor was littered with all kinds of junk, everything from old pieces of furniture and musty books to rolls of wire and broken shards of glass. The concrete was broken and crumbling in places. It was dim down here too, only a few of the lights still working.

The room we’d stepped into was open and huge but, aside from the junk, empty. There was another door on the other side of the room, left open. From inside I heard a breathless voice begging to be let go.

“Jenna, wait!” Dean whisper yelled as I rushed in without checking my surroundings first. I was worried about getting to Anna and Ethan on time.

They were hanging upside down from a machine that had an arm that lifted, lowered, and moved side to side. They were suspended over a metal vat that stood about waist high and was covered in carvings. Their hands were tied behind their backs and the machine had been lowered just enough that they could lift their heads out of the ale, but it would take a lot of effort. They would run out of energy quickly, and then they’d drown.

I ran towards the machine to lift them out, but as I was climbing into the seat I felt a sharp stinging sensation in my left side, just below my ribs. I cried out at the pain and turned to see a man holding a knife.

He was probably in his mid forties and in shape. But he didn’t know how to fight. I was able to easily block his next attack and aim a well placed kick to his chest that sent him stumbling back straight into Dean. Dean quickly disarmed the man and pinned him up to a wall with a knife pressed to his throat.

“Get them out of there, Jenna,” he instructed.

With a hand held to my side to try and stop the flow of blood I could feel streaming down, I climbed into the machine and looked over the controls. I quickly figured out how to move Anna and Ethan safely away from the vat. I lowered them as far as the machine would go, going as slowly as possible when their heads came close to touching the floor so they wouldn’t hit them on the concrete.

Once they were laying flat on their backs with their feet still in the air a little bit, I climbed back down and used my knife to cut the ropes.

“Alright, get out of here,” I told them when they were both free.

“What are you gonna do?” Ethan asked.

“You’re gonna call the cops and we’re gonna keep an eye on him until they get here,” Dean answered. “Now go!”

They ran from the room.

“So. Connor,” Dean said conversationally. “Where do you get off on killing people? And all to keep some stupid hotel running? If you ask me, you should have cut your losses and moved on.”

“My parents spent every dime they had to open this place up. It was the most important thing to them. I wasn’t just going to sit back and watch it fall apart,” Connor spat.

“Right. So naturally you decided human sacrifice was the way to go. Because isn’t that everybody’s plan B? Something’s not going my way, so I’ll make a sacrifice to some random god and see if that makes things better,” Dean retorted.

“He’s not some random god. Do you even know what Teutates means?” He asked.

“No. And I don’t particularly care,” Dean said.

“It means ‘god of the people.’ He takes care of us. My family has worshiped him for generations. In fact, we were one of the first families to live under his protection,” he said proudly. “How else would I have gotten the sacrificial vat?”

“The sacrificial- So what you’re saying is, in order for the wish granting portion of your little setup here to work, people have to be drowned in that thing specifically? It can’t just be a barrel of beer or something?” Dean asked.

“Of course not! The offering is sacred! The container it’s offered in must be sacred too.”

“Oh buddy. I’ve gotta tell you, I’d like to just take care of you myself and not wait for the cops.” Connor stiffened at Dean’s clear threat. “Luckily for you, I think it’ll be a much bigger punishment for you to live and watch your hotel go back to being bankrupt. Jenna, cover him.”

I moved to stand next to Dean and aimed my gun at Connor. When I was in position, Dean climbed up into the machine. He turned it on and used the arm to knock over the ancient vat. Ale spilled out in a wave, covering the floor. He drove forward, pushing the vat in front of him until it was pressed up against the nearest wall. Then he kept pushing the heavy machine forward.

“What are you doing?” Connor screamed. “You’ll break it!”

“That’s the idea,” I told him.

He tried to take a step in Dean’s direction and I moved my gun in front of his face.

There was the horrible sound of bending metal. Dean backed up and the vat fell to the floor, crumpled in on itself. He ran it over a few times for good measure until it was unrecognizable.

“That should do it,” Dean said, climbing out of the machine and coming to stand by me. “How you doing?” He asked, nodding to my side. I’d switched the gun to my left hand and was using my right to keep pressure on the injury.

“Fine,” I told him.

“How long do you think until the cops get here?” He asked.

“I don’t know. Pretty soon I would imagine.”

“I’d rather not be here when they show up. I just want to get out of here,” he said as he grabbed the discarded rope off the floor.

“Sounds good to me,” I said.

I kept my gun pointed at Connor as Dean tied his hands and feet. Turns out the gun wasn’t really necessary. The man just sat there, despondently staring at that lump of metal on the ground.

“Alright. Let’s go,” Dean said.

We walked out of the basement and took the stairs up to the eighth floor. I wish we could have taken the elevator, but we couldn’t risk walking through the lobby while my left side was covered in blood.

Back in our room we quickly packed our bags. I was about to head out the door when Dean stopped me.

“Let me take a look at your side,” he said.

“Later. We need to go.”

“Jenna, you’re bleeding a lot. I need to check it out.”

“If we don’t leave now, we might not get out before the cops show. I’ll be fine for a little bit longer,” I told him.

“Fine,” he sighed. He disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a clean hand towel. “At least use this. And you should probably change your shirt quick.”

Not wanting to waste more time arguing, I grabbed a different shirt out of my bag and went to the bathroom to change. I quickly wiped away the blood that hadn’t dried yet and pressed the towel to my side under the shirt. I balled the old bloody one up and stuffed it in my bag.

“Okay, let’s go,” I said.

We took the elevator down to the lobby and walked out the door. There were two police cars in the parking lot. We kept a casual pace as we walked to the Impala and loaded our bags. Then we climbed in and Dean drove away.

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Half an hour later we checked into a room at the first motel Dean found at the first town we passed.

“Okay, let me look at your side now,” Dean said, coming in from the Impala with the medical kit.

I grabbed the hem of my shirt to lift it and show him the injury, but stopped. This would expose my tattoo to him.

“When are we going to talk about it?” I asked.

“Talk about what?” Dean set the kit on one of the beds and came over to me, reaching out to grab the hem of my shirt. I backed away.

“About the fact that you kissed me.”

Dean looked at me, startled. Had he forgotten or just not expected me to bring it up?

“Someone was coming. We had to have some sort of excuse for being back there. It was the only thing that made sense,” he answered, reaching for me again. I backed away again.

“Jenna. Let me look at that,” he ordered.

“It was not the only thing that made sense. I came up with about five reasons for being there,” I argued.

“Like what?”

“Like we got lost. Like we just came down the hall to see if there was anything there for the scavenger hunt. We could have hidden in one of the rooms or just kept walking and acted like we were supposed to be there. That usually works.”

“Well I didn’t think of any of that,” he said.

“I don’t believe you,” I told him. “You’re the fastest thinking guy I know. You always have a whole list of excuses ready to go.”

“Would you let me look at your side before you bleed out?” He snapped.

“Not until you answer my question,” I insisted. “Why’d you do it?”

“Why does it matter?”

This might have just been a convenient way to avoid him seeing his own name tattooed on my body and dealing with what would follow. I was still sticking with the theory that he had a different soulmate and I wasn’t sure how he’d react when he found out he was mine. I didn’t want to deal with the awkwardness and pity that would follow.

But I also just really wanted to know the answer. I knew the kiss wouldn’t have meant to Dean what it did to me, but there was a reason he did it. Not knowing why would be torture.

“There doesn’t have to be a particular reason. I just want to know,” I said.

He clenched his jaw.

“You really wanna know?”

“Yes.”

“The truth?” He questioned.

Obviously, I wanted to say. But that wouldn’t help the situation.

“The truth,” I confirmed.

“You might decide you don’t want to stay with me anymore if I tell you,” he warned. No, begged. He was pleading with me not to make him say it.

“There is nothing you could possibly say that would make me want to leave you. We’ve been over this,” I told him.

He paused for a minute, thinking it over.

“Fine,” he agreed. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He gave me a few more seconds to change my mind, and when I didn’t, he continued.

“I did it because we were on this case. As far as everyone around us was concerned, we were married. I’ve never been in a situation before where kissing you was a valid excuse for being somewhere we weren’t supposed to be. And I just figured I might not get another chance. And I’ve wanted to kiss you for… a long time. So I took advantage of the opportunity.”

I couldn’t even imagine what my face must look like right now. I felt like I couldn’t catch my breath. I was shocked beyond belief and I felt so much happiness and hope building in my chest that I thought it might burst. Dean cleared his throat.

“That’s my end of the deal held up. Now it’s your turn. Let me see your side,” he said.

To be honest, I hadn’t formulated a plan yet, but I’d had no real intention of letting Dean take care of it. I couldn’t let him see the secret I’d carried for so long. It still made me nervous. After this many years, finally telling him what he was to me was a terrifying thought. But now, with this giddy, hopeful feeling, I let myself consider the possibility that he belonged to me the way I belonged to him.

So, slowly, I lifted my shirt up, exposing my side up to my ribs. I dropped the towel I’d still been holding to the wound. I watched his eyes zero in first on the bloody gash in my side and then lower. To the four letters sitting there in thick black ink. He inhaled sharply and his eyes shot to mine.

Chapter 10

#supernatural #fanfiction #dean winchester #original characters #original female character #soulmates #soulmate!au #dean winchester x ofc #dean winchester x soulmate!ofc #so long v2

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manygalaxiesinone · 1 year

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Likelyhood of me Hanging out with Disgaea Characters if they were Real:

((1. Laharl: Unlikely. He’s one of those characters that I feel like is more entertaining to watch on screen but definitely not someone I’d be willing to chill out with.

2. Etna: No. Toxic bitch that likes starting shit. Pass.

3. Flonne: Hell yeah! With her around, I’d never have to worry about catching up with cartoons and anime, because you know damn well we’re binge watching some stuff together. Probably start things off with My Hero Academia or One Punch Man because she loves her superhero shows.

4. Sicily: Probably not Look, she’s cute and nice and all, but she’s either going to stuff my face until it bursts or get me to help her out with chores. Not exactly someone I’d spend a whole day with.

5. Xenolith: Maybe We could probably read like a book or something. I don’t know.

6. Vyers: Yes Guess who’s finally going to become fluent in French?!

7. Lamington: Maybe Same reason as Xenolith except I feel like being around him might give me a bit more peace of mind.

8. Captain Gordon: Yes. Pizza. Tea. In outerspace. Need I say more? Why does part of me feel like I just talked about a British Markiplier’s wet dream?

9. Jennifer: Oh yeah... I mean if I play my cards right, we’d do a lot more than just “hanging out”, know what I’m saying? ;)

10. Thursday: Hell yeah! He may be an ass, but he’s a loyal companion. Definitely someone I’d have a beer with...if either of us drink.

11. Barbara: Maybe See here’s the thing, she’s a sub, but she’s an extreme sub. The whole time she’s gonna demand that I give her specific orders to do stuff and the moment I run out of ideas, she’ll get bored and take off, which I imagine will happen in around a few hours tops. She’s like the ultimate test of someone’s dom levels, and I know I’m about to fail before the paper gets passed back to me.

12. Laharl’s Mother & Kurtis: Probably not. They’re cool and all, but what would we even do together, dood?

13. Adell: Maybe He’s my favorite character and all, but chances are, he’s going to try to get me to stop acting lazy and whatnot, which is a kind gesture honestly, but I don’t think I’ll be able to fully commit.

14. Rozalin: Probably not. Unless if we’re watching Power Rangers, I don’t think this friendship is going to work out.

15. Tink: No. Don’t think I’ll be able to have ANY female friends with this guy around. And the moment he tries to flirt with my mom, it’s on sight.

16. Yukimaru: Yes. She’s friendly, she’s easy to talk to, and she can act fast in case of an emergency. She’s in.

17. Fubuki: Maybe. Tone it down with the “Dying during a mission” bit and then we’ll talk.

18. Axel: No Him constantly boasting about himself is going to get on my nerves at some point.

19. Mao: Hell no! I’m not trying to become someone’s guinea pig for experiments!

20. Raspberyl: Probably not Nor am I trying to die by losing too much blood!

21. Almaz: Yes Like with Flonne, we’re probably going to spend the whole day geeking out with each other, especially if it’s like Final Fantasy or Zelda related.

22. Sapphire: Maybe She’s cool and all, but I don’t want to risk her taking off with ALL of my niece’s plushies!

23. Kyoko: Yes. She’s nice and will probably make me some cool new clothes (which will finally let me join the cosplay community), though I don’t think I would actually take up sewing myself.

24: Asuka: Hell yeah! Now folding origami on the other hand...

25. Mr. Champloo: Probably not Demon Chef Ramsey. There’s no way I’d be able to keep up with this guy.

26. Salvatore: Hell no! Now if you want an example of an extreme dom, look no further than this bitch. Only way she’ll take orders from me is if I somehow become her “superior officer”. I used to know a guy on this site who would totally simp for her and I can’t help but wonder how long it last given her extreme demands.

27. Master Bigstar: Yes. I’m hoping this guy would turn me into a decent actor, honestly.

28. Valvatorez: Probably not Unlike Adell, there is no argument here. The moment we start hanging out, I can kiss my lazy lifestyle goodbye. I’m not worried about eating nothing but sardines for the rest of my life, because even he knows it’s a bad idea due to all the purines they carry, but he is going to put me on a more healthy diet and whatnot.

29. Fenrich: Hell no! The guy hates humans. And I’m a human. So this isn’t going to work out.

30. Fuka: No. She’s pushy as hell and I’m not trying to get dragged into shit that would put me on the World’s Most Wanted list.

31: Desco: No. She’s nicer than Fuka, but there’s still the risk of me being put on that list.

32: Emizel: Probably not Also not that fan of humanity, which is understandable after what happened with his dad. Doesn’t change the fact that us being friends aren’t that likely.

33: Artina: Maybe. If it’s nurse Artina, then we have no issues. Angel Artina though...she’s okay, but I’m gonna need to keep a close eye on my wallet and make sure she doesn’t get a reason for me to owe her anything.

34. Killia: Yes. No matter what he cooks, chances are it’s going to be out of this world. Hopefully it’s safe for human consumption though. Also, we can meditate together.

35. Seraphina: Probably not I get it, she’s wealthy, she’s pretty, and not that bad of a person when you get to know her, but that doesn’t change the fact that since I’m a single male who’s attracted to women, I’m at risk to being mind controlled by her!

36. Red Magnus: Hell no! This dude always looking for smoke. Yeah, he’s gotten better, but the moment he decides he wants to test my might, that’s death for me.

37. Usalia: Hell yeah! Curry time! Curry time!^^

38. Zeroken: Maybe I can already picture myself asking whether or not if I’m talking to the real guy or one of his shadow clones while he’s off doing...whatever.

39. Zed: Probably not Like with Laharl’s mother and Kurtis, what the hell would we even do together?

40. Bieko: Probably not She’s cute and all, but I just know Zed’s going to be looming around the corner watching us the whole time creeping me out. Even if we’re watching Sesame Street or Dragontales together, Zed’s that overprotective big brother.

41. Misedor: Hell yeah! Money money money money money money

42. Melodia: Yes. Like with Master Bigstar, I feel like she would help sharpen my theatre skills, especially when it comes to vocals.

43. Piyori: Yes I get to become a Power Ranger huh? I’m going to make so many people so damn jealous. Looking at you, Angry Joe

44. Majolene: Maybe She’s basically Shantae if Shantae was a stubborn old hag.

45. Ivar: Maybe A lovable, dorky overlord who actually cherishes his friends and underlings.))

#disgaea #disgaea 2 #disgaea 3 #disgaea 4 #disgaea 5 #disgaea 6

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lovestuckyhatemarvel · 7 months

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Season 3 finale! Episode 8!

1.) “We don’t know it’s your kids.” “Yes, we do.” We really do, Murray. They’re the only kids who do shit in this town.

2.) Jonathan could have been a track star.

3.) They really did not CGI that wound well. I forgot Jonathan reaches into the wound at all though. I just remember El using her powers to rip it out.

4.) And the gang’s all together again!

5.) I love Erica.

6.) I loved the group hug.

7.) STEVE’S HER DADDY NOW. Cute that you think you’d be the one being called Daddy, Steve. You’re a total bottom. Edit from the future: this isn’t me saying only tips are daddies or even only dons are daddies. I just don’t think Steve is a daddy because of vibes.

8.) “Oh honey, I’m gonna be fine.” It’s true. People will riot if Winona Ryder’s character dies, so I think she has plot armor.

9.) Oh, they finally remembered how Hopper actually talks to El.

10.) Here comes douchebag Billy.

11.) This elevator is definitely going slower with the adults in it.

12.) Andddd we’re back to bickering.

13.) Scoooooops Trooooop, do you copy?

14.) Move! That! Car! Oh well, didn’t work.

15.) Murray’s call sign being Bald Eagle is very funny.

16.) El dug through the trash to destroy a can of New Coke. They love to advertise Coke. I mean also they needed a way to say her powers are being on the fritz but they could have done that with the car.

17.) Mind Flayer dead above.

18.) That bitch big.

19.) “I think we make a pretty good team.” Never once did you act like a team, what the fuck are you talking about? And like, it pisses me off because they FUCKING DID WORK TOGETHER WELL IN SEASONS 1 AND 2 WITHOUT BICKERING THIS GODDAMN MUCH.

20.) I forgot these two idiots set up a date for Friday at 7 p.m. at Enzo’s.

21.) A;LDKSFJ;ADKSFLJ I FORGOT THAT THE FUCKING MIND FLAYER CREATURE ANSWERED THE WALKIE TALKIE. THAT’S SO FUCKING FUNNY.

22.) Fun Fact, I had to take a break during this episode because I think I discovered that flashing lights while watching tv in the dark is now a migraine trigger for me. Isn’t that fun? I took a pill and let my friends blow weed smoke in my face because I am whatever’s a step lower than a lightweight. I’m a baby weight? THat doesn’t make sense. I’m a lighter weight. I’m the lightest weight.

23.) The bald eagle has landed.

24.) Machine go off. Alarm go eeeeeeeeee. Monster go grrrrrrrr.

25.) Smiling and nodding works.

25.) 662608004 is not the code.

27.) Nancy WHeeler staring down a car with a gun in her hands, ice in her veins, and my total admiration for her. HELL YEAH STEVE TO THE RESCUE.

28.) Steve definitely has a concussion and both of them (him and Robin) have whiplash.

29.) Susie has a big ass house. Do we talk about how Susie has a big ass house? She’s also reading Wizard of Earthsea. I don’t actually believe the Duffer Brothers have read that book. I think they just put that in there because they know it’s a nerd book written by women.

30.) Susie is so goddamn cute.

31.) the Iconic Singing from Dustin

32.) I am shocked that Hopper doesn’t interrupt to be like WE NEED TO NOT DIE FROM RUSSIANS, PLEASE.

33.) I forgot that the monster is chasing the few people in the car before turning around.

34.) Hopper shooting the ceiling does cross language boundaries.

35.) Oh it’s Arnold from Wish. I hate that bitch.

36.) Do you think it was awkward filming a scene where you’re being carried over Dacre’s shoulder and if you open your eyes, you’re staring straight at his ass?

37.) “Don’t be afraid.” I don’t think that worked, Billy.

38.) Hell yeah fireworks. Yeah definitely don’t watch this show if you have a light sensitivity. BTW, I’m super mad that I have migraine triggers now. Like thanks Covid. Thanks for ruining big lighting things that I used to love.

39.) I think the Duffers rely too much on a plan never going the way it’s supposed to. Like they do it every single season and at this point it’s like, expected. It is straight up no longer a surprise. I’m now just constantly looking for how it’s going to fuck up.

40.) Mike and Max definitely have concussions.

41.) This is a sweet scene but I just realized she’s describing this scene like she’s trying to get a sketch artist to draw it at first. Like I get it, he got a shit fucking deal. I STILL DO NOT FORGIVE HIM FOR WANTING TO KILL LUCAS. No one made him do that! No one made him nearly kill Steve! Like yes he did a good thing at the end and I think MAYBE with some work people (probably not Lucas or Steve) could have learned to forgive him and maybe he could have earned forgiveness, but dying doesn’t actually earn that. Not even dying to protect El and Max.

42.) I do feel bad for Max though.

43.) Why doesn’t Hopper even try to move? Also I just realized they did that fade to black to hide him being taken away at the last minute because you don’t see him on the walkway before the explosion.

44.) I love how that mega powerful explosion that disintegrates Russians can’t touch glass though so Joyce is fine. I’m telling you, that woman has plot armor.

45.) Max is so sad. Honestly I am shocked she’s that sad, that fast. Not that it’s wrong for her to react that way, but IDK. I think I just want more representation of that first initial sock of like ‘I don’t know what I feel. This person sucked’.

46.) I forgot the fucking soldiers show up as soon as everything is already completed. Say what you will about the commies, but they were prompt all season.

47.) Owens showed up to have a disappointed dad face at a red crack int he wall.

48.) Will is getting so tall. I love him and Joyce reuniting. But also poor poor El. For a rare time they actually manage to convey information through acting and not words.

49.) THREE MONTHS LATER. I love that the deaths has Barb and Bob BUT NOT BENNY OR THE MORE THAN HALF DOZEN OTHER PEOPLE WHO FUCKING DIED IN SEASON 1. The show literally forgets who all died.

50.) Steve put his mom down as a reference because she’s ‘like super well-respected’.

51.) Steve isn’t an idiot, he’s just dyslexic and is bad at answering on the spot. But he definitely has seen all 3 Star Wars movies without being forced. It wasn’t actually nerdy to see Star Wars in the 1980s, guys. They were blockbuster hits that everyone and their mother watched.

52.) Byers are leaving Hawkins. Joyce has a terrible history with dating.

53.) I love Max and Lucas singing together.

54.) Okay Mike and Will are gay for each other.

55.) I didn’t expect Jonathan’s carpet to be that clean.

56.) Nancy Wheeler is the big spoon.

57.) “A wise man said, we’ve got shared trauma.” And I say Nancy’s a comphet lesbian

58.) El’s hair is so cute.

59.) everyone likes presents

60.) “Mike, I love you too.” Wait she says that and according to fanfiction he never says I love you back? What a dumbass. I guess I’ll find out though.

61.) Why are they acting like Hopper needed to be coached to write this letter? It’s super similar to what he said off the cuff to the radio in season 2.

62.) Millie Bobby Brown is very good at being pretty while crying.

Okay so season 3 is a mixed bag at breakneck pace. Hopper’s characterization is inconsistent as hell. I don’t care about Mike/El, tbh. I also think the Duffers don’t understand most media, let alone feminist literature enough to make a cogent point about anything. By this time the Russian angle was already super played out and being set in the 80s doesn’t make it better, honestly.

Anyway, it’s once again a mediocre season elevated by a good cast but I love Steve and Robin being friends. It has good moments and if they’d had a better script it could have been great. But that would require smart men. Smart men who don’t do a circle jerk because they remember 80s movie references.

#stranger things #stranger things rewatch #s3e8 #stranger things s3e8

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styxnbones · 1 year

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10, 11, 24, 25 for Cass!

10. What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC? abo

I'm not huge on AUs in general outside of like, slight Canon Divergence, but the first thing that comes to mind is that Cass would absolutely *thrive* in a Mafia AU. That, or like a Disastrous Cohabitation Era casstrid Wings AU- I think there's something you could do with like Being Embraced = Getting Wings and like how they look depending on clan and current hunger.

11. What is your OC's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it?

Knives baybee! Specifically balisong/butterfly knives, bc yeah they're exactly that kind of show-off. They've only got one dot in Melee so they're not the best, but they've certainly gotten their use out of it. Usually they prefer to talk their way out of things, though.

24. What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?

I mean, if she hadn't taken the job for Astrid she never would have been, yk, killed and turned into a vampire, which would change basically everything that happened since. Other than that though, I think it's interesting to contemplate a version of her chronicle where Cass and her coterie had chosen to back the extant Prince, instead of starting a coup to put his brother into office. She probably wouldn't have gotten the chance to diablerize anyone, for one thing, so she comes out of it with significantly less tangible power. But, she also probably gets to stick around long enough to make good on her mission for MacNeil and maybe even lays the ground work for overturning New Orleans to the Anarchs, instead of just another Camarilla Prince. Who knows... much 2 think abt tho.

25. What is your favorite thing about your OC?

What can I say? I'm a sucker for magnificent bastard chessmaster type characters, and also messy shitty lesbians. So yeah, for Cass it's definitely the like Archetype she fills- I love the kind of character that is like, objectively terrible to be around but still has this sort of pull to them, and who no one really *wants* to involve in their shit but who does such undeniably good work with what they do that you can't help but let them wind their fingers in and twist the situation however they like and hope it turns out in your favor too. Also the Dyke Drama TM is just so fun to me like my favourite kind of character relationship is someone who is objectively a terrible partner and/or person x someone who deserves it.

#cass oc #local sadistic aro writer things wholesome pure relationships are just fucking boring #like the most normal relationship ive written is corinerva and even then they still have fucked up power dynamics going both ways #but hey thats vtm for you

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akkivee · 2 years

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i did something similar last year but who cares about rehashing answers ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

1) i actually posted about it lol but i say my hypmic anniversary is when death respect came out!!! i got into around that time when a third jp merch site i used to shop at had a listing for bbmtc patches and yamada ichiro’s patch was the cutest thing i had ever seen lmao

2) besides ichiro’s face lol i listened to dba and was sold

3) hm!! i think it tracks with other stuff i obsess with!!! there’s characters with depth, finding bonds with each other/being found family, with a healthy dose of action!!!! the fact it’s told thru music is a plus; the fandoms i hung around longest in the past utilised character songs to supplement their character and i lost my mind then much similarly to the way i do now lol

4) i didn’t have a negative opinion on anybody the moment they appeared actually!!!! (except for rei lol but that was because he was disrespecting ichijiku and not for his crimes as a deadbeat dad lol) obvs the ones who stood out were ichiro, then jakurai, and then kuukou lol

5) ichiro!!!! ❤️

6) mtc and rei actually!!!! like mtc was my least favourite division when it was just the og divisions!!!! ‘somebody gotta do it’ and ‘don’t play no game that i can’t win’ dropped and that’s when my opinion of them changed but i’m not sure when i became significantly less normal about them lol 🤔 as for rei, i had a negative opinion from the get go and being bb’s father certainly didn’t help, but then i used my brain and embraced his mystery and his clowniness lol

7) buster bros in the house still number one☝️

8) i went from being a natural ichiro enjoyer, to a ‘not so normal’ jakurai liker, to a ‘i need him to breathe’ kuukou stan lol

9) dba!!!! and like a loser too lol i really did mean to listen to all the songs in order 💀

10) fav solo is break the wall but we’ll see how i’m feeling after year with nagosaka’s new solos hitoya and sasara’s are some real contenders lol

11) kaigen 😭😭😭😭😭😭

12) BATTLE OF PRIDE IS SO GOOD YALL

13) i’m assuming this is manga release songs and i really like rip, double trouble and murder in the house of magic lol

14) a toss up between hoodstar➕ and summit of divisions lol

15) are there any really lol???? i don’t interact with the fandom enough to know if there are songs that are universally considered mid or worse lol lemme know if there are

16) BAD ASS TEMPLE ONLY KNOWS HOW TO PUT OUT BANGER AFTER BANGER LOL

17) ichiro dice and sasara!!!!!!

18) honestly the better question is who don’t i listen to lol. i try to listen to the composers works when their collaborations are announced!!

19) i have been praying for queen bee/avu-chan to write something for kuukou, and i hope that when if we get solos for the ladies, goddess artist eill writes for honobono because i’m ready for this godawful woman to have the best j-hiphop song in this franchise LOL

20) i can’t remember if it was batfs or moonlight shadow that i was on the screen while my mom was home but she thought it was a jam so probably a bat song tbh

21) i have demoted myself to arb enjoyer from a distance lol 😭😭😭

22) shit arb’s been keeping me satisfied like all hell lmao!!!!! arb should give me an event with samatoki kuukou and juto tho lmao but oooooooh what if we got events with the mixed up divisions??? that’d be dope 😲

23) HAHA yeah i’m a huge multishipper. there are very few ships i don’t like, and my shipping bicycles have been both jakurai and samatoki, but you can easily flay me alive with ichikuu and riodice crumbs and i’ll break down thank you lmao

24) i’m not a self insert kinda person lol

25) since i’m introverted i’d probably get along best with someone like ichiro or jakurai. i can only love kuukou from a far i don’t think i could handle him lmao

26) no i’m not a kinnie lmao but i’m probably like a mashup between ramuda and jyushi with a dash of jakurai’s general dilf dad friend attitude, what ever that monstrosity would look like as a character lmao

27) *drowning in hypmic merch* i have some :) lol and I REALLY WANTED THAT BAT TOTE BAG I WISH I KNEW IT EXISTED BEFORE LAST WEEK 😭😭😭

28) it’s not weird, i just want a large figurine of kuukou like the ones we got for rhyme anima 😭 he’ll probably look ugly but that’s okay he’s my gremlin scrunkly 😌

29) vocaloid collab??? a different mobage collab??? like idk what if ainana and hypmic collabed we could get the fattest spiderman pointing meme going on lol

30) i think there is a lot of empty air in between the 6 colours and mixed up tracks like how okay is samatoki and ramuda’s relationship really??? ramuda didn’t sound too enthused by jakurai’s desire to help even in the fling posse inc track. if chuuoku intends to use sasasama and ichikuu against each other i would like to see them really rekindle that friendship!!! and more of the mixed up divisions 🤭

31) i understand if rei’s not your cup of tea lol but he is a lot of fun lol. rosho tends to get slept on a lot in the sense that he’s kinda just sasara’s man, but only that and it kinda sucks a little lol. also!!!! if rio and hitoya have millions of numbers of fans i am one of them. if rio and hitoya have ten fans i am one of them. if rio and hitoya have only one fan that is me. if rio and hitoya have no fans, that means i am no longer—

32) THIS IS LIKE ASKING WHY DO WE NEED THE SUN TO SUSTAIN LIFE I JUST LOVE KUUKOU DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED LOL

33) hmmmmm how about: tho kuukou isn’t afraid of ghosts, when he was much younger, on a trip to the beach with his family, he saw all of the dead souls that the ocean has claimed reaching out to him as if to pull him into the ocean and claim him. so some of that fear comes from a bad supernatural childhood experience

34) liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike nemu?????? nemu???????? nemu??????????????? i also have taken unami and ren as lowkey ocs and supplanted personalities that are very self indulging to what i want for kuukou lol

35) bat has everything i don’t have packaged with everything that i love and it’s so dope like wtf??? wtf????

36) idk which hypster magazine it was but one of the magazines asked the characters what’s something they’ve been into lately. jyushi answered with muscle training and it’s 💯% because on a hot and sunny day, where kuukou quite frequently used his shirt to wipe up the sweat from his face and hitoya sweated thru both his undershirt and dress shirt, he was exposed kuukou’s abs and hitoya’s surprisingly fit body and thought to himself, ‘god i wish that were me’ lmao

37) i don’t want any new divisions at all but if we were to get some, i’d hope they’d be from okinawa, hokkaido or kyoto

38) i cyberstalk hayama-san as best as i can lol and i watch sakakihara-san, takeuchi-san, and iwasaki-san’s web shows occasionally!!!! i also poke around whatever mtc’s seiyuu are doing every once in a while 🤗

39) watching the hyprice grow to hypmic music has been very enlightening lmao

40) i’m still pretty proud i pumped out a whole month worth of kuukou art for his bday lol. also the fanart i just posted for bat solos might be some of my best stuff actually like how did i do that kuukou one fr

41) i prefer the manga/drama tracks, but the stage’s phenomenal writing will always have me in a vice grip lol

42) i’m banking on ‘if we hesitate etc’ being the most emotionally draining experience that canon will ever put me thru because if because if bat goes thru something like that i may never recover actually lmao

43) i feel like i’m an observer rather than a theorist??? but i made an observation that bat has a weathering the storm motif a while back from their speakers and mics and hitoya wound up stating just that in cross a line so that made me feel pretty accomplished lol

44) I WANT TO SEE THE FALL OUTS!!!!!!! HOW DID KUUKOU AND SASARA DEAL WITH THEIR SUDDEN SEPARATION AND HOW THEY SNAPPED OUT OF THEIR HYPNOSIS!!!!!!!! RAMUDA PICKING HIMSELF UP FROM JAKURAI DISAPPOINTING HIM!!!!!!!!!!! MORE OF THAT PLS!!!!!

45) nobody irl but to all of those who sent me asks/dms, know that i appreciate it and i would k—

46) fck the drbs but also it’d be nice if bb or mtc won but also kuukou would look 🥵 on a throne soooooo

47) idk if anyone in this cast is considering the ramifications of taking over/overthrowing the government. i think it’d be neat to see a 2nd gen hypmic with new divisions scrambling to survive the power vacuum our gen has caused and the og gen has effectively become the antagonists to the 2nd gen. it’d be like a cycle!!!! otome took over the government for more altruistic reasons but is as oppressive as her predecessor; same hat, og gen overthrew the government for the good of all but didn’t have any plans to fix it, only to remove and creates even more discord

48) comfort???? a fandom home????? massive brainrot????? pick your poison lol

49) save your wallets and don’t lol the characters are fun!!!! the music can be a gateway to something you’ve never experienced!!!!!! you can lose hours of your life trying to find the details!!!!!!!!! it’s fun!!!!!!! 😄

50) lol i have a tattoo, that’s plenty reminder ✌️

#vee queued to fill the void #i posted a lot yesterday so while I intended this to be for yesterday #i decided to post it today lol

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Skins Rewatch - Maxxie and Anwar

1. Oh, the Russia episode. I have mixed feelings about this episode tbh.

2. These two are really adorable friends though

this episode hurt me.

3. “I thought you were going to put [the drugs] in your turban!” “I don’t wear a turban, Chris.” “I thought you were going to get one especially!” I love these dynamics, I swear.

4. Oh Sid, being used as the drug mule, ofc.

5. ‘“I’m trying, it’s just that they look SO disappointed when I’m not a terrorist.” I love this show.

6. “Well, you’re a very dull Muslim, Anwar.” Tony, could you just NOT?

7. POSH KENNETH!

8. “Did [your mom] pack you these as well?”

“No, but she packed me this”

THIS IS WHAT FRIENDSHIP LOOKS LIKE, GUYS.

9. “You don’t want to look at the girl with boobs?” “Nah, I prefer Welsh women.” This was the line that sold Chris for my friend, she was all about Sid and then it was Chris.

10. Anwar, you asshole. IT’S SO UPSETTING. And I was happy with how his father ended up handling the whole situation in the end.

11. “I’m not a hobby, Tony, you’re not taking up canoeing here.” I MEAN SERIOUSLY. Also, handled way better than many shows now would do despite there being more LGBTQ+ characters on TV.

12. “Will you give me and Tony some time alone please?” “No. I mean, yeah sure.” LOL.

13. Also why don’t you and Tony go somewhere ELSE Michelle? Why do you have to kick Maxxie out?

14. Angie, he’s a STUDENT whose peers freak out over a girl with boobs, stop this.

15. “He can’t talk to you like that, I’m gonna get the fucking twat!” CHRIS. But also Angie, you’re able to draw hard boundaries with a peer but not with a STUDENT?

16. “I’ll give you head, THAT’S friendship.” Tony, you’re terrible.

17. “You’re the WORST MUSLIM EVER.” “I PRAY FIVE TIMES A DAY.” “FOR WHAT? MORE PORK CHOPS? OH FUCK IT, LET’S GET A DRINK. Can’t believe I was friends with such a FUCKING HYPOCRITE.” Oh, this hurts, it’s a well-done argument, though. Because you see what Anwar has to deal with regarding the profiling but you also see how Anwar’s homophobia is obviously harmful but he’s also selective in what religious rules he follows so of course Maxxie’s blow up is a valid one even though yelling “Happy fucking Ramadan” when Maxxie yells back, “IT’S NOT RAMADAN” also indicates an ignorant flippancy.

18. “So why are you with Tony?” “He’s exciting and he must love me because he can have anyone he wants.”

Every time he’s “exciting” YOU get hurt, Michelle and he sleeps around constantly and flaunts it IN YOUR FACE.

19. “He wants me the most, I mean, I’m his girlfriend, that has to count for something right?”

Jal:

20. “I don’t have sex with 17-year-old students.” “How old are they normally?” and when he realizes what he just said

21. And again, I do like that the dynamics get switched every episode, even though it’s usually Sid and Tony, you get to see Sid and Anwar, Maxxie and Tony, Jal and Cassie etc. I think the only person who doesn’t really shift much is Michelle.

22. This whole Anwar/Russian woman plot line is just ... OK. Even when it turns out to all be a scam it’s just ... a lot. It’s what makes me “eh” about the episode.

23. “What have we learned, Sidney? Your friends are shit.” Or Sid, you can just learn to say no. You didn’t HAVE to be a drug mule, you didn’t HAVE to help Anwar with this Russian woman, you don’t HAVE to be Tony’s friend.

24. “If you flaunt it they will come” Lol, Michelle is SO regular. but fine.

25. “Anwar lies to his mom all the fucking time, no no he makes ME lie to her.” “...Who is Anwar.” “Friend.” “Who is homo?” “ME!” the delivery tho.

26. The enduring legacy of Titanic. “Draw me like one of your French girls, Jack.”

27. “He’s pretty angry with me.” “Why?” “Because I told the truth.” No, Anwar, it’s because you’re being an asshole.

28. “He must’ve paid for her.” Jesus.

29. “Perhaps she wants a taste of the Kenneth.” This man is an Oscar-winning actor now.

30. “Why’s she kissing her dad??” Miles’ delivery.

31. “Tony, I think we found something you’re not actually good at.” So, Tony is just trash in bed it seems.

32. Sid: “Cassie, wow you made her look beautiful.” Maxxie: “She IS beautiful.” Sid, you piece of absolute shit. You deserve drugs up your ass.

33. “Tony, have you got anything to tell me?” “Uh, I don’t know, I like your hair? No? Your top’s nice? I love you? Any one of those?” Michelle, he’s TERRIBLE.

34.

it hurrrrrrrrrts.

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GM CYNO

what if i told you every single question in the ask game should be answered, that or WHO IS THE SEXUEST PERSIN THAT COMES TO MIND IMMEDIATELY

GOOD MORNING HI HI. BET. im gonna do all of them you bet i wont but i will. youre the best for this btw

IMMEDIATELY? PFFFF HOW LONG DO U HAVE LET ME GET MY LIST

0. height

i yam 5 foot 6 (and a half)

1. virgin?

what the fuck did you just call me? /lhj

anyways in my head yes i am and thats what matters isnt it

2. shoe size

i wear 11s and god i wish that thing people say about shoe size was true 🤙

3 + 4 + 5. do you smoke/drink/do drugs

no and i never plan to <33

6. age you get mistaken for

i.. honestly have no answer to this tbh

7 + 8. do you have (and/or want) any tattoos?

i don't have any, i'd like one/some but i'm not really sure what i'd get

9 + 10. do you have/want any piercings

no to both PFFFF i think like... a clip on lip piercing would probably be my personal limit

11. best friend

...ego stroker much, tumblr user wangshu? /t PFFFFF

12. relationship status

harem with fake 2d men single. yeah uh. single

13. biggest turn ons

tbh... i cant think of any off the top of my head that aren't painfully obvious

14. biggest turn offs

ducklips iykyk

15. favorite movie

i'm not kidding when i say step brothers. but if you want a more respectable answer, nightmare before christmas

16. i'll love you if

you aren't an asshole??? i mean ik it's hypocritical of me to say but cmon

17. someone you miss

i've lost a lot of family over the years so probably someone there tbh

18. most traumatic experience

when my ex lived with me and i wish i was joking it was that fucking bad

19. A fact about your personality

which one /hj

i do think.. i overcompensate a lot by trying to be funny bc i dont feel like i HAVE a personality so there's that about me

20. What i hate most about myself

mm thats a toughie it could be the appearance or the voice or the attachment issues or the codependency issues or the jealousy issues or the mood swings or the weak immune system or the several mental illnesses or holy shit this is turning into a pity party

21. what i love most about myself

im an alright writer i guess? and id like to think i'm a good friend

22. what i want to be when i get older

i just wanna write man idc what

23. my relationship with my sibling(s)

i have 0 of them

24. my relationship with my parents

my moms cool but the less said about my dad the better

25. my idea of the perfect date

literally just staying in and watching a movie with snacks and stuff... honestly never thought about it much

26. My biggest pet peeves

UM UM um people who think the world revolves around them people who don't know the difference between their there and they're um people who Unironically Capitalize Every Word Like This oh i could go on

27. a description of the person i like

big hat dumb bowlcut open kimono /j

28. description of the person i dislike the most

um literally jusr my dad so. narcissistic explosive annoying abusive etc etc

29. A reason i've lied to a friend

only time i'm lyin is when i say tiggy ain't best boy 💯

30. what i hate most about work/school

it kinda semi interferes w my night owl ways but otherwise i'm chill

31. what your last text message says

gonna use actual texts cause using disc is too easy 👹 it was just me asking my mom if she wanted a drink from mcdonalds from last sunday

32. what words upset me the most

does this mean like. just words you hate or a phrase/sentence that upsets u...

uh i'll do it both ways. the word bussin makes me want to fall down an abyss a la childe ajax tartaglia

and uh. i hate being told i don't do enough, specifically by people who don't do jack shit in the first place. AGAIN iykyk

33. what words make me feel best abt myself

oh it was the second thing. honestly don't hve an answer to this but i just hold onto any compliment i get for actual years so there's that about me

34. what i find attractive in women

eyes its eyes

35. what i find attractive in men

sense of humor tbh

36. where i would like to live

somewhere close to a big city so that it isn't massively crowded and loud and overwhelming all the time but i'm close enough to stores and hospitals and all that stuff

37. One of my insecurities

i feel like this has already been asked in like 6 different ways.. prolly my body tho

38. my childhood career choice

honestly i've.. always been kinda laughably indecisive about this type of thing. i never wanted to be like, an astronaut or fireman or any of the cliche stuff that kids talk about i.. don't think i ever thought of it actually

39. my favorite ice cream flavor

cookies n cream 👹 specifically like a cookies n cream cheesecake blizzard from like dq or culvers.. that shit is unmatched

40. Who i wish i could be

a mentally stable person or cyno genshin (real)

41. where i want to be right now

in bed <///3

42. the last thing i ate

leftover pizza <3

43. SEXIEST PERSON THAT COMES TO MIND IMMEDIATELY

TIGHNARI FINAL ANSWRR I DONT PERCEIVE REAL PEOPLE

44. a random fact about anything

all odd numbers contain the letter E

GOLLY THIS WAS SO FUN.

#✶ neon.mutuals ✶#✶ neon.plays: ask games ✶#there's your tipsy lore for the day

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speakingagain · 2 months

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It's been a few days since I updated. I have been busy.

I did get fired. I didn't even cry! Does that mean I am a big girl now?

I meant that as a joke but then my brain made it dirty, whoops.

I ended up getting another job within 48 hours. I actually received two job offers, and I have another set of interviews for an even better job here next week.

All in all, I wasn't too upset. Like, yeah it sucks, I got fired over my own dumb mistake and it was a REALLY good paying job, but honestly, I didn't really enjoy the job all that much.

And the hours were shit.

Good benefits though, I'll give them that.

Today, I restarted my therapy journey. And like, real therapy, not me doing journaling and Pinterest prompts.

I had a couple realizations already. 1) I have gone almost a whole year without anything traumatic happening! (I know the bar is on the floor).

2) me getting overwhelmed and giving up on school my senior year could have very well been influenced by me getting SAed by my first boyfriend and I just didn't realize it. (Long story, don't want to get into it right now.)

And I bought my family's old van today. It's technically my first car. Technically not, because I bought a jeep with my ex husband but when I left him, I let him keep it because I couldn't afford the payments and he didn't really take care of it well and he was just using it as a way to keep me around.

But that's TWO of my goals for this year! And it's only March!!!!

I have never done like a new year resolution until this year. I frankly think they are stupid and most people don't actually follow through with them anyways.

And I suck at follow through, something my mother has made many comments about recently. Which means I am really starting to get on her nerves again, so it's good practice!

I should go look at my goal list and remember what all I put down lmao

But I'm really kind of proud of myself. I finally did something to get myself on my feet. Like, I've been working on it for a hot minute but like, my efforts are finally coming through and manifesting into shit.

Do you know how cool that is?

I've been without hope of a future for so long.

I'm 24 years old, 25 this year. Every so often, I get reminded that I never expected to make it to 17 years old. Or 18. Or 19, or 20, or any number after.

I'm so genuinely surprised I'm still alive.

And when I was with my ex, I had planned a future. I knew what I wanted it to look like.

I wanted a old white house, in a field filled with grass and wild flowers, and my dog Sable running around living her best life(still 5 years old, she is immortal in my delulu). A porch swing next to the front door, overlooking the pond on the east side of the property. The whole place is surrounded by dense and dark green trees. A simple brown fence, around the front porch and walkway to the road dividing the property.

I knew what my fairytale home looked like. I never once planned on how to get there.

Today, I'm learning accountability, discipline, and hard work. Today, I made a step forward to having my dream life. Today, I worked towards improving myself.

Today, I planned the path I needed to get from point A to point Fairytale Dream House.

That's so weird to me.

And not to be super dramatic, but I genuinely think that today is the day that I made a major change in my life. Today, is the first day of the rest of my life.

Sounds sappy, I know. But, there's so much shit in the world that makes it so hard to want to get old. It's so hard to want to see a future, let alone plan for one.

So yeah, it's the first day of the rest of my life. Fight my sappy ass.

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23-28 for Eiryn?

23. What are 2-3 songs that your Tav would relate to?

Into the Unknown from Frozen. I’ve been waiting so long for a character I can make Into the Unknown music videos in my head for and I wasn’t expecting it to be Eiryn, but a few hours into playing her she informs me she was actually an adventurer before getting badly injured and recovering in the Druid Grove and falling in love with Kagha and being persuaded to stay in this place where she is very safe and totally happy she swears and in the healthiest of relationships for sure. Sometimes a tadpole is just what you need to let you break free of insecurity and toxic relationships ig.

Trees - The Oh Hellos. This one just happened to come on via shuffle when I was planning out Eiryn/Karlach conversations the other day and it’s so very them. Again, Eiryn’s self-esteem has been ground into the dirt at the start of the game and she believes she’s just gonna get hurt again if she goes out Adventuring. And then she does it, and all the joy and excitement comes rushing back. Karlach ofc isn’t in exactly the same situation, but I think she’d vibe with the song too. And they know their relationship is gonna end in tragedy, but that doesn’t mean they’re not going to have a wonderful time together before that.

Something Wild - Lindsey Stirling and Andrew McMahon. This one I assigned as an Eiryn Song while making her. It’s now Less Accurate than I thought it would be, because I thought Eiryn was gonna happily go back home to the druid grove at the end of the game, but no she fucking hates that place and doesn’t actually have anywhere she really considers Home. Home is her party now I guess, she’s here for them forever.

24. What first impression does your Tav give off to strangers?

Sweet, and kind of a pushover. And a druid, ofc, because she’s living all those druid stereotypes of being unable to shut up about the wonders of nature for more than five minutes and wearing brown and green Only. So all in all, a fairly accurate impression (although she’s becoming Less of a pushover.)

25. How does your Tav feel about what others think of them?

She wants approval, but even before the start of the game, she’s approaching boiling point on “Can everyone else please stop telling me who I’m supposed to be and how to live my life?” I think as the game goes on, she still wants to be liked, but is less willing to change to get that. Yeah, it’s anxiety inducing when Astarion or Lae’zel or Minthara goes “why the fuck would you be nice to someone you dumb shit?” but the answer is to be aggressively nice and patient with them until they do like her, rather than make the terrible decisions they want her to make.

26. Does your Tav have a treasured item with them? If yes, what is it and why is it special? If no, how do they feel about item sentimentality in general?

Not really, I think she picks up leaves and acorns and things a lot and carries them round for a short while, but she’s a druid; she accepts that the pretty things are gonna wither away and die and make way for new pretty things. She’s not against item sentimentality, but feels hanging onto any Object too hard can be dangerous.

27. How does your Tav feel about giving and receiving orders?

She considers herself much more of a follower than a leader. But someone’s gotta lead the party and what’s she supposed to do?? Leave that to the angry githyanki kid or the smug wizard??? Wizards suck, Eiryn’s not doing that. She’s just… temporarily leading the party and making sure they’re on the right track because she sort of knows the area.

(That said, when Halsin, her boss of several years joins, her self-esteem fucking plummets. She’s much more likely to defer to him, until Karlach points out what she’s doing and how it’s bad for her, and Eiryn finally asks him to leave.)

28. How well does your Tav function under pressure?

Again, better than she thought she did! Living in the grove, she was doing badly under the pressure of Being Around Kagha, which led to, “Well obviously she’s right and I can’t function in the outside world if this is what I’m like here.” Actually it turns out that fighting Mindflayers and murder cultists is a lot less pressure than telling your abusive ex to chill the fuck out for once.

#sorry this took a while i've been No Thoughts Head Empty #but i loved talking abt my girl thank u <3 #baldur's gate 3 #marsh ocs #thornfield13713 #asks post #eiryn dale

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theorist-influencer-untitled · 7 months

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10.8.23 Sunday

12:25 am

I have windblow....I still feel bitter... This curse is so unfair for 16 years...

The guy that I like is always rejecting me....Or some other women will take that guy away from me...

I wanna kill angels, I feel that way... Sometimes, I'm seeing blood on my hands....

Windblow2x I respect Coach John but I don't like him or them, I mean their tandem Jen and him... I'm not jealous! I feel irritated coz I accidentally heard that this Coach John commented something like "Yeah! I killed her already, nobody will know her"... I think Coach John was talking about me and I think Jen was near him that time.

I'm not really sure and I don't get it...If Coach John is talking about me or telling something on Jen. Remember angels, the last time Jen said "I'm sorry but I'm not sorry"... I don't understand...

3:49 am

Hmm... Still, have windblow...

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3:58 am

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4:08 am

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9:14 am

Whoah! Uncle DD is here today... Hmm... Hmm...

9:52 am

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10:05 am

This Uncle DD is somehow fake just like Coach John... Nice but something is a mystery....

10:59 am

Uncle DD gave me 100 and left some sachet of shampoo's and laundry powder, some sachet toothpaste and some medicines... He said life is difficult for them as well... He also brought some canned soda's and tight-budgeting for our food,that we need to thrift... What can I do? I still need to wait for my rewave...

Plus, he is manàging some bills here... But still tight angels and I'm not satisfied...

12:24 noon

I saw RV awhile ago in the store, someone just took the canned good that I bought, I put it on the table in front of the store...

When I turned around it was my brother RV who made a joke on me... He said he will just fetch Zia and give the medicare of my biological mother.

1:21 pm

I texted someone in Iqor hoping for a powerful link of casual or friendship that I need a rewave coz I got sick and I still need a job and money.....Hoping he is assisting me at my back...

My voice is not yet returning to its original tone and I still have phlegm in my system... On 11th I can go back but waiting for a rewave.

7:10 pm

I still have windblow and I feel irritated...

I feel ugly,fat and wrinkled....I wanna botox.... Thinking of money.... I wanna travel like seeing sand dunes... I feel self-pity here in the house... I wanna travel...

Yesterday, I showered my baby John and this late afternoon I showered Neko coz I pity her whenever she is scratching her body...

7:34 pm

I need to diet....Shit! Will be 42 in a lil while... I wanna buy a honda motor or car... I feel self-pity...

My dreams and wants are all over-lapping....I feel self-pity,my future... I never feel beautiful for 16 years...

I need money and I need an uphill job... If only I'm an artist on screen,life is easy, beauty is there and money is quick...

I still wanna do my starbucks everyday... I wanna go back to AF, do yoga and do my abs.....

I'm a jealous kind angels... I hate women who will just steal my personality and my styles and damage my entire image just like Jen...

Jen is the servant of Coach John, it's better to get some new vibe and wave...

7:54 pm

Hmm... My door is open for now though someone put a period??? Hmm...

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8:04 pm

Am I going to have my next love team angels? Let's see...

Will still keep some old love teams? Hahah...

I want some progress in life....Will be 42, I feel boring....

Frustrated on some things in life, men that I wasn't able to attack smoothly....

Phase of life that I wasn't able to get a lift from someone and someone....

8:11 pm

Shit! Still, I can't sing my voice is not yet returning...

8:20 pm

I love this version...

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9:06 pm

Drinking turmeric, still healing my throat from Miles/ dread-locks guys "streptococcus bacteria" that he gave me last week....

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10:28 pm

I still have the windblow... Yeah! I feel panicky and not that happy...

I feel frustrated, still... I feel ugly ,fat and wrinkled... I'm worrying so much of aging without any success...

10:50 pm

Windblow...Windblow...Wrinkling for nothing... My God will be 42 in a lil while...

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spnhunter4life · 1 year

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So Long Chapter 8

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A/N: I'm really excited about this one! Hope you all enjoy it! I'll have another author's note at the end of the chapter.

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