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shirtlesssammy · 4 years

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8x18: Freaks and Geeks

Then:

Dean Winchester is not a dweeb. Only dweebs say ‘dweeb’.

Now:

Our old friend Krissy is making out with a boy in a car --but it’s all for show to draw out a vamp and kill it. Other young hunters emerge and while looking at the corpse, set their plans for their next hunt.

Sam and Dean are on the case of a vamp as well. They take a moment to rehash recent events with Cas taking the angel tablet and the trials.

Sam wants Dean to talk about his feelings (WE ALL DO.) Anyway, Dean’s not talking.

They head into talk with the sheriff and learn more about the recent deaths. The sheriff shows them security coverage of Krissy’s little hunt. Dean sees her in the video and asks the sheriff to back down. They’ve got it.

Krissy and her vamp gang have tracked the other vamp. We spend a gross amount of time with the dude hitting on Krissy before they head out on their hunt.

Sam and Dean are in hot pursuit.

They find Krissy, learn that her dad is dead, and that her team is actively hunting a vamp at that moment. Sam and Dean bust in just as the vampire is about to take out Krissy’s friends. The vamp escapes.

Krissy downs the vamp and her friends rush up to accuse the monster of killer one of their families. The vampire denies it all. He gets his head chopped off.

Dean and Krissy talk and he learns that she banded together with the others because they all lost family from this nest of vamps. Dean tells her that she’s too young to hunt (lolZ), and that they’re taking her to her aunt’s. They work for Victor though, and Krissy doesn’t need Dean’s help.

Sam and Dean head to talk with Victor.

He’s a dweeb of a man that rules his house with a firm but kind hand. Sam and Dean struggle with the work/school balance that he’s offering these kids.

He has a plan to train the next generation of hunters. They’re going to be so much better than ragtag team of misfits currently running the club.

Later, Dean is still adamant that kids shouldn’t hunt. Like, he’s really holding on to some long seeded resentment from his own childhood. Dean decides to work the hunt so the kids don’t have to. He heads to interview the captive the last vamp had in his motel room, leaving Sam to watch the kiddos.

Meanwhile, a mysterious van pulls up outside Victor’s home.

Morning dawns bright and cheery. Victor is wearing an actual apron, making waffles for the kids. Sam slides into the domesticity extremely uncomfortably.

After the kids race off to school, Sam gets Victor’s tragic hunting backstory. A wendigo killed his whole family when they were camping. Instead of taking to the road like a typical hunter, Victor proposes his wholesome hunting house as a good alternative for vengeful kids. (I’m reminded of the Men of Letters murder approach to initiation and I guess I’m at least grateful that Victor isn’t staging prospective hunter cage-matches.)

At the hospital, Dean talks to the former captive. She tells him that she was abducted by a guy in a blue van, and woke up later in the hotel room with Jimmy. He was crying and scared - certainly not Mister MurderVamp.

At the house, the kids storm in early from school. Victor’s found the vampire that killed Krissy’s dad.

Sam’s suspicious about the origin of the security camera footage shots Victor presents as evidence. Krissy will brook no uncertainty. She’s ready to do some choppin’.

Dean calls Sam, and their spidey senses are tingling. Dean learned that Jimmy was only recently turned, and the pattern of attacks seem off. Sam reports that there was no time stamp on Victor’s evidence, so it could have been from any time. After getting off the phone, Sam notices the blue van parked outside. He brings Victor’s attention to it and they prepare to stalk its occupant.

Dean questions the hotel clerk, who reveals that hoodie guy was there yesterday and grabbed a flyer for a seasonal motel - abandoned this time of year. Dean heads up there to investigate. The lodge seems quiet.

For Misty Beauty Science:

Dean stalks through the rain and finds an open door. Inside, Dean finds a terrified woman who begs for help. She was abducted by someone in a blue van and stowed away at the lodge. Oh, she also appears to be dealing with a brand-new vamp transition.

The three juvenile hunters sneak up on Dean from behind and try to urge him away so Krissy can enact her revenge.

Sam and Victor close in on blue van guy, but Victor sneaks up on Sam at the last minute and delivers more head trauma for poor Sam. Victor and the vamp exchange conspiratorial smiles.

Krissy immediately jumps to paranoia, asking why Dean’s with the killer vamp. Dean tries to tell her that the woman is innocent - a fresh vamp. Dean easily disarms one of the kids and tries to convince them to help him save the woman. “Hunting isn’t always about killing,” is definitely a message I need to hear from this show periodically.

They all head back to Victor’s house, where Sam’s waking up from his head trauma. Victor casually walks around overturning furniture while delivering his villain speech. Sam’s death will further entrench the kids in his charge into the hunting life. Dean and the kids arrive before Victor can finish crowing about his plans to the guy he plans to kill. Um. Awkward.

The full story emerges, half told by the Winchesters and half by these smart cookie kids. Victor’s pet vampire kills their families, so they would turn to hunting. Victor tries to convince them that they’re fighting a war. Krissy’s not interested in reconciliation. She shoots the vampire full of dead man’s blood and confronts Victor.

Dean tries to talk Krissy down. “We don’t kill people,” he tells her. (I spend some time musing about the fragile nature of the human/monster divide. This show has always had some damn shaky moral ground.)

*We interrupt this after school special to bring you this very attractive still of Dean*

Krissy tells her crew that they’re going to let Victor live with the weight of his regrets. Victor decides to leave “his kids” with just one more horrifying trauma, and kills himself in front of them.

The kids give the vamp woman a nice mug of vampire cure. Dean tells Krissy that they’re ready to bring her to her aunt’s house. LOL, Dean, she’s staying with her crew. Dean notes that she seems into Aiden, which must help her decision. Readers, I have mapped these three onto Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Josephine the National Merit Scholar is obviously Hermione. Krissy’s gotta be Harry, so that leaves Aiden as Ron. What is that ship even called? Rarry? Hon?

Dean agrees to leave them to their own devices, as long as they allow Garth to check up on them from time to time. Honestly, the Garth network of hunting care was the best. Krissy bids Dean a fond farewell.

Sam emerges from the house feeling optimistic, which Dean immediately counters with a reminder that the gates of Hell are open. Ooooh right. The mytharc. “What do they have to do with [Krissy and her crew]?” Sam asks. They’re hunters now, Dean reminds him, which means they’re in danger from demons as well. If they shut the gates of Hell, that increases the chance of kid hunters leading a normal life. Sam reflects on this in the golden dawn - he’d like a slice of that life as well, thank you very much.

Indeed, Sam.

Welcome to Quotewarts:

Does it look like my bacon needs saving?

Never trust a guy that wears a sweater

Take the damn guns off me or someone is gonna get hurt

He’s not a person, he’s a monster

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hqkennedy-blog · 4 years

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* breathes .. i wish me and introductions could be the best of friends but , it seems like they hate my guts and in return i hate theirs asdfj . hi hello you pretty people , im gi and well ?? i’ve had my eye on this group for a minute .. so my excitement level ? through the roof . kennedy is a revamped ? ish ?? muse who i cannot wait to dig deeper into and develop . on that note ? if you want to know a little more about her , just keep on swimming ,,, i mean reading . and afterwards i demand you love her and plot with me ( pretty please )

ʻ / let me introduce you to a prized member of our co-ed dance team , kennedy leavitt . this cis female scorpio has been a student at our institution for six years and is currently a twenty year old sophomore . through the halls , she has always reminded me of madison beer , but there is always more than meets the eye , like the fact that she covered for her best friend by announcing to the cops that the drugs they found in their car did not belong to them but to her instead knowing her father would be able to make any and all consequences disappear which he did but followed by him forbidding her from seeing them anymore . coral cape has made their future just as bright as their smile , i assure you . ʼ

* p r o s o p o g r a p h y

trigger warning !!! mention of cancer !!

stranded at the age of six , a stuffed elephant in hand and confusion lingering on skin . small glimpses of a angelic features to ease the never ending tears that swam in honeyed hues . too young to understand the concept that she had not been stranded due to lack of love nor a lack of want but because of the inability to care for the small child . a clock that was running out , and a vengeful cancer that did not care for the butterfly kisses or midnight snacks as they watched the stars . a child needing their mother meant nothing to such a disease .

was put , or more so forced , in the care of her father . the man who looked down at her with guilt dancing in his hues and cold features that made her want to flinch . the reality was , olly leavitt originally wanted nothing to do with the life he helped create . fell into the cliche category of the rich man sleeping with his twenty something assistant getting her pregnant only to try to pay her to get rid out of the fetus and when that failed ? he paid her to never spill that it was his . and louise did , she raised the ebullient baby for six years until she realized six years was all she would be able to spend with her . and then she fell at the feet of a selfish man she once loved and begged him to take their baby under his care , to give her everything she could not do .

a public figure , drenched in sovereignty and affluence . was in no position to deny a child of his , especially when that child had a dead mother . used it and kenny in his advantage , concealing his own guilt and projecting disgust . magazine covers and interviews about the tragic sob story , kissed her cheek in front of the cameras and spoke with such empathy when ears were tuned in ... but in private ? created distance and threw money at her as though there was a number he could hit to fill the void she had .

has ‘ it all ‘ , so outsiders say . bat their eyes and make comments about how she’s destined to do great things . lives in that beautiful and just so expensive house , and she drives the 2020 lamborghini , and have you seen her feed ? captivating smiles as she poses with her best friends , and i heard she just took a family vacation to monaco . got that dress made personally for her by versace , and doesn’t she got to that prestigious school ? the privilege of being privilege , she should shut up and just be happy she is where she is . broken hearts heal ... and if it doesn’t ? eventually that cold feeling becomes a friend .

* r u m i n a t i o n

laughter falls from her mouth like its her own language . ebullience , the chatter bug that has the ability to ramble until she’s threatened ( by an older brother of course ) . affectionate , has digits that are constantly reaching for another hand to hold . a habit of letting fingertips dance across bare skin , or a head that constantly needs a shoulder to lean on . warmth , makes her feel not so lonely . is in her head too much , the type of girl that stares at the night sky and wonders why the stars make her feel so small . inherited her fathers impulsive ways and her mother’s trait to love even when it hurts . triggers that silence in her that desperately holds on to people to make her feel something , and when that’s not enough her careless and adrenaline seeking nature kicks in to cause chaos make her feel alive . fears people leaving her just like she see’s her father in every flaw she has . toxic in the way she has the urge to pull back every time she gets too close . uses gregariousness to hide her greatest heart ache of feeling disposable . selfish in wanting to leave a mark on everyone . dramatic like she should of dropped out of college and ran to broadway instead . loyal like she’s trying to make up for every betrayal you have ever had .. emotional enough to crawl into your lap ( intoxicated ) and cry about all of her worries . silly to the point you can’t help but laugh before letting , ‘ what’s wrong with you ‘ fall from your lips . so captivating you want to drown in her no matter the consequences that follow .

* h e a d c a n o n s - i s h

has a obsession with nails , long acrylic’s so pretty you could cry .

always has her toes painted , her go to color being white swears it makes her feel more elegant .

did cheer leading and only settled on dance because it felt most familiar to her though she did play soccer for three years .

could eat waffle fries for the rest of her life and never complain .

has three cars , and a bit of a obsession with them in general .

eats pineapple like it’s her life support .

is musically talented , not just vocally but plays the piano too . her mother taught her .

has three half siblings , and she would take a bullet for any of them .

is close to her step mom , and without her ? would of tried to get removed from her fathers custody the minute she was old enough to do so .

has a aunt on her mother side that lives close by , she often spends time at her place ..

* w a n t e d c o n n e c t i o n s

ex best friend , the person who her secret is related to . i assumed she would have just cut them off instead of telling them what’s really going on , but of course we can work that all out .

current best friend , the cristina to her meredith . one of the few who really knows kenny . platonic soulmates .

partner in crime , they enable one another .. there’s no way around it but despite their bad habits they have a solid friendship . if one of them needed bail money the other would be there ( sometimes right beside them )

the friend group , who doesn’t love a little squad goal moment . they’re just cute and close friends who are always with each other .

childhood / family friend .

tutor(s) .

first love .

on and off friendship .

toxic relationship .

teammates .

friends with benefits ( who sweaaaar they dont have feelings for each other )

ex friends with benefits .

close friends .

friends who are drifting apart .

will they wont they .

unlikely friends .

confidant .

people who she doesnt like and people who dont like her .

anything forbidden ( friendship or relationship )

honestly ?? anything and everything please .

#capecoral:intro #tw: mention of cancer #let me apologize ahead of time for this MESS

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kanene-yaaay · 4 years

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Double-Cosplay Challenge

Author’s note: Hello-ho-ho-ho!! My gosh, is it already 25th? I can’t believe in this, neither that the world is so small, @scribbly-gigs, after all I’m your Squealing Santa too!! I really hope you enjoy this gift, because your prompt was absolutely adorable! I fell in love for its and aaaaa! Best. Idea. Ever.

Okay, I got a little carried away! Enjoy the gift!

But, before the fanfic, I would like to give a specially thank to @ticklygiggles for hosting this wonderful event! It was an absolutely lovely experience, thanky you veryy much!! >w<)s2</i>

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! Jeremy and Michael belongs to the musical Be More Chill.

* The song in the benning is Hide and Seek, a cover by Lizz Robinett

* This is a SFW Tickle-Fanfic, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!! ^w^)b

* Oneshot. Something around 4.500 words.(I REALLY got carried away xDD) -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Portugese’s Version (Brazilian’s one) coming soon! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Have a wonderful and incredible, festive or not, day! Take care with you gonna prank anyone (And only do if they’re okay with it) , they can get revenge. ~

[~*~]

Ding Dong I know you can hear me

Open up the door

I only wanna play a little.

- What the fu… – Opened his eyes, the song suddenly swallowing him from his dream. He blinked a few times, his hands going toward his cellphone, vision finally focusing in the middle of the dimly lit darkness by sunlight, which managed to passes through the small slits in the curtains successfully. The device was not turned on.

Ding Dong you can’t keep me waiting

It’s already too late

For you go and try to run away. ~

He turned to the closet, where, on the floor, a small device vibrated, its screen glooming and being entirely responsible for proliferation of the calm background melody, which for some unknown reason made a feeling of cold, gelid fear spread through every inch of his body, growing more and more stronger as the light brown-haired reeling approached. His mind still foggy by tiredness.

Whose phone was that?

I see you through the window

Our eyes are locked together

I can sense your horror

Though I’d like to see it closer.~~

He bent down to turn it off.

Wait…

He recognized this phone cover! It was from-

- DING DONG! – The door slammed open, almost as fast as the fall from the one who just had woken up, the light suddenly invading every particle from his room along with the excitedly extremely loud scream – HURRY UP AND RUUUUUN! LET’S PLAY A LITTLE GAME AND HAVE FUN!!

- MICHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!

It was crystal clear that Michael wanted to utter some words, something so easy to say by the way that small portions of sentences sought to slip through his lips. However, he was being completely hindered by his own (blood from his blood!!) uncontrollable laughter, needing a firm grip on the doorjamb to not collapse with the other’s fright. Jeremy placed his hand in his chest, feeling the heart skip some beats at a great speed and trying to control at least a small piece of his ragged breathing.

- I should have recorded this! My holy Pacman, why didn’t I record this??? – Wiped few tears that accumulated at the corner of his eyes. The onslaught of laughter threatening to come back again as he faced the poor, poor teenager with his pajamas, hair and appearance full of mess. The one who has the sad fate of being the target of his prank and now demonstrated his gratitude by showing a very specific finger to him.

- I will end with your existence, just give me a second. I-I need to recover my soul, I think it ran out the window. – Got up, finally succeeding in breath normally, his gaze was sharp, or the most close as possible with the sleep that still covered his features, but he couldn’t deny the smile, part vengeful and part because he have to give it to him: it was a good prank; that he struggled to doesn’t let its took over his face. – Why? Just… Why??

- Because today is the International Double-Cosplay Chaaaaaaaallenge day!! – Michael was literally bouncing excitedly, gesturing as if he presented the answer to a huge and attentive audience and not a young man slowly coming down the stairs, still yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes while leading the trail to the kitchen.

Oh, the Double-Cosplay Challenge.

It could even be seen as a tradition, a very ancient one, held of years without end. Not one of the seculars, though, that ones initiated in some trunk of time, which, if asked, No one would really know to explain from where it emerged. In fact, Jeremy almost remembered perfectly (‘perfectly, sure, it’s a hyperbole. Jeremy imagined his memory as a miniature of fish Dory. So, remembering more than six or five actions of a day that had gone years ago was a progress!) the way it all started.

Like most things in his friendship with Michael, of course it had began with teasing that led to a semi-fight where both sides argued, yet without really having any warm in their words. For this time, the focus of the discussion was the ease and speed that Jeremy could paint every square of himself with blush as the slightest instigation…

(...)

- Could you stop??? – Heere jerked away by impulse, his cheeks already beginning to flush in pink for the squeal he uttered due the light blow that Michael dumped on his ear. – We’re in the middle of the game!!!

- Do you mean that if we weren’t playing it wouldn’t be a problem, then? – Malefic smile. Jeremy felt the blush spread even more.

- Wha- Sure it would be!!!!

- Hmmm… I bet that would be okay if it was Christiiiiine doing that. – He mimicked a singing tone as he spoke her name, losing control over his car for a minute and being hit by a tortoise shell. – Damn, Bowser!! You were my favorite character, dude!!

- Yeah, yeah. Keep talking while I take the lead!- The light brown-haired smirked, his tongue sticking out as he dodged a few drivers and climbed some positions in the ranking.

- Ha! You couldn’t win this match even if you wanted to. – Jumped and hit one of the floating boxes with the question mark. Got the cannonball. – Just as you can’t stop to being a mess flushed even by the wind!

- Is that so? And what about the Pinkberry employee? - Michael’s car was out of control for a piece of moment and Jeremy allowed himself to take his eyes off the screen for a few seconds just to catch the other’s face now painted with a light blush and a wobbly smile. – See? We’re rotten apples from the same basket, compadre.

- Lucky shot.

- Ability. – He corrected, contradicting his words, his automobile went straight towards the water. The Player Two wrinkled his nose.

- The thing is, unlike you, I can control my blush. I would win from 10 to 1 if this were a competition.

- I bet. – It was the magic word. Michael paused the game immediately, both turning to stare each other, the glare full of dangerous burning in their eyes, a grin finding space in their faces.

- How much?

A brief silence spreaded across the room, barely finding space with all the adrenaline and electricity following Jeremy’s thoughtful glaze as he searched in his mind for an award up to the challenge.

- The one who be the most blushy, for most period of time or a greater amount of times, that is, who made the best tomato cosplay earn the right to try to survive for…

(...)

- …a week wearing a cosplay that the winner, and by this I mean I, - Michael gesticulated pompously, not even paying attention to the friend and opponent, who calmly hummed as setted the breakfast. – choose. At school, on the street, in home… With a break of five daily hours to wash and dry, as well as permission to get it off to sleep, BUT, that’s all. – Evil laugh. – I hope you are prepared, Heere. Because this year I choose the best cos-

His eyes finally went to find the breakfast table, setted with a blue and red tablecloth where the phrase ‘Best Player nº1’ was practically completely hidden by the delicacies deposited on it: Pacman-shaped Pancakes, some being stuffed with hazelnut cream; Some cups with iced coffee, a small bowl of fruit salad, the common eggs and bacons; waffles with cream and blueberry spreading their sweet scent along the Special Christmas Donuts, available only for one hour after the local bakery opens. That cost great hours of Jeremy’s sleep, which immediately worth it just in watching the utterly surprised and clumsy expression from the one who wears glasses.

- …tume… – His mouth hang wide open and he blinked several times, as if it was all a mirage about to disappear at any second. Michael simply couldn’t believe all his favorites dishes were really gathered in a only table in a only one meal.

- To my faworite pewson. – The one in pajamas guides him to the chair; happily enjoying the blush consumes his friend’s cheeks.

Fun Fact: Michael is hardly embarrassed by usual teasing and/or flirting. The thing that can truly make him mirror the color of his hoodie was actions and true, sincere compliments. It was as if the boy really didn’t expected anyone to thought about him long enough to prepare a gift or perceive and admire his actions… That always reminded Jeremy why he liked this day so much.

- You play dirty, Heere. - The Mell finally managed to find words between his surprise, unable to look away and face the other with the dangerous smirk that was his mark.

- I need to get to your level. – His voice bathed itself in a (fake) sweet tune, the teasing being enough to successfully capture the attention from the one in hoodie, leading their eyes to meet. Jeremy blinked innocently.

- I just forgive you because of the donuts! They are like, an impossible legend, which I just heard being told and retold in all my years of life, waiting for the right moment when I finally could have it in my arms. – The light brown-haired rolled his eyes, smiling with the exaggerated description. – But don’t even think about getting used to my forgiveness! You won’t be so lucky ne-

His sentence and merciful act have been interrupted by a high pitch squeak from Jeremy, who jerked away instinctively from Michael’s finger that poked him, protecting his tummy defensively, a wobbly, unstable smile in his face.

Immediately thousands of memories and empirical data invaded the Mell’s mind, and, the more and more his brain reminded him, the more and more a predatory expression got strength and color in his face.

- Oh, never mind. – Jeremy gulped, all his instincts beating like a bright red ‘r u n’ signal shining in the middle of a desert road on a stormy dawn. He felt himself starting to increase the distance between both. – It seems like you are out of lucky right now.

And the race begin, this time out of the videogames’ screen.

(…)

- Oh Heeeere!~ - His tune could be described as ‘singing’ if it was not the panting voice due the attempts to still in maximum speed in pursuit of the Player Two. – Why do you keep running away from my love? This hurts. Sadface.

- I bet it didn’t hurt more than my fall for you! – Jeremy’s only relief was that Michael would rather to lock himself on the basement to play than exercise in his free time. His only sadness was that he also would rather lock himself on the basement with Michael to play videogames in their free time, which mean that neither of them had the slightest, and necessary, disposition to any sports.

However Michael at least was lucky, which uneven unfairly his chances. In the first opportunity he got, the one on the pajamas placed the coffe table between them.

- Naaah. – The prankster started to encircle the table, analyzing the friend and opponent do the same action, but in the opposite direction. – Easy peachy compared to the time you stole my heart.

- It was just to return the favor, since you stole mine first… - His gaze drifted to the stairs right behind the one who wears glasses. If he could dodge him and make to his room, he could lock himself there and spend the next hours on the safety and comfort of his computer and bed. His glare returned to Michael… All there was needed was a distraction. – No, wait, in truth, it was always yours.

- Not in the same way that I am yours. – Wink.

- But do you know what is just yours and you could give to me? – The dirty joke came and went away before it could be mentioned by the dark brown-haired, who failed in not burst out laughing. – Your hand!!

Jeremy took vantage of the small moment of carelessness to rush out.

Good Point?

He managed to dodge Michael!! Yeaah!! Phase one completed with praise!

Bad Point? (Suuuure that always it has to exists a bad one! It was too boring for your standards, wasn’t it, Universe?)

He couldn’t even research the stairs before being knocked down on the carpet. He turned himself over, fighting for a few minutes stuffed with laugh and pieces of phrases (‘Michael, don-‘; ‘Could you stop, Heere!?’; ‘Just if you let me go!’; ‘Ouch! Damn, my glasses!’; ‘Gyah! Sorr- Hey! No! Nonono!’), at least until Michael finally find a gap in his barrier, wasting no time in attacking his bare foot, pulling a squeal from the one on pajamas, which worked like a race start, being immediately followed by dozens of giggles as his fingers danced in a lively rhythm: poking, scratching and wriggling in each centimeter of available skin.

- MihihihihihihihihihihihichaACK- Michael never played any instruments for much in his life, but he assumed that this is how the musicians should feel. Wriggling: Squeal; Poking that exactly spot in the middle of his sole: Shriek; Each scratch could give him a different melodious sound depending on the spot he was attacking. - NOHOHOHOHOHOHOhohohohohOHOHO!!

- What did you said, Heere? Mind repeat? I can’t understand any word in the middle of your adorable giggles. – Jeremy rocked his arms from side to side without really managing to coordinate them to do something useful. The sensation took over his mind and all his nerves. However, he was still able to hear and understand another words beyond his own giggles, which automatically made a heat spread quickly through all his face. - Awwwn!! You already are blushiiiing. ~

- Shuhuhuhuhuhut UHUHUhuhp!! NononO! Nohohohoht thehehehere! – And then more uncontrollable laughter began to float from his lips as Michael’s nails found their way to the ticklish skin right under his toes.

- ‘There’, where? Did you mean… here? – One of his hands held his toes in order to unfold them while the other tickled without a single drop of mercy. Jeremy felt himself jump in a sit position, trying to focus his tearing eyes enough to stop the assault. It took just a few pokes in his tummy to make he lay down again.

- NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHahahahahahaHAHA! – His eyes were closed and his nose wrinkled. His whole body shook with the loud, shrill laughs that spilled from his mouth without any barrier; only being interrupted by some squeak or yelp as the Player One decided to get bored with his toes and quickly changed the tickle attack to his knees. Started to switch from one to another in random patterns, squeezing his kneecaps or giving an especial attention to the extremely, unfairly ticklish skin under them.

That leading the laugh to grow even louder and the sensations more and more unbearable. Michael happily watched when Jeremy swung his legs up, seeking to curl in a protection ball, “obliging” him to retaliate with a series of kneads on his thighs, causing the light brown-haired to frantically kick, trying to free himself from the tickles, leading Michael to go back to his knees and restart the loop all over again.

- S-Sthohohohohohohop!! – He let out a frustration groan in the fifth time it happened. The Mell couldn’t help but evil crackle at that, also being helped by the fact that Jeremy’s laugh was extremely contagious.

- I don’t know what are you talking about, Heere! All I can ever hear is the victory sound of me winning the Double-Cosplay challenge this year!!

- YOHOHOHOHOHOHOU WIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHISH-nono! No, pleaSE! nHOHOHT THeherHEHEHEs!

- Is this your final answer, then? – Michael stared at him, the mischievous grin still very present, even though Jeremy didn’t saw it. The sunshine flooded the victim’s face, only further highlighting the freckles already favored by the blush, which literally cover his entire face, now. Jeremy shook his head side to side, as if denying the fate that was about to catch him, or as if answered the question from the other, Michael just shrugged and decided to ignore the act. – So, that’s it! Be prepared to the Ultimate Tickle Attack!!

He stopped.

And the Player Two used the opportunity of a break to take some sips of air, finally being able to shrunk in a defensive ball. The crackling laughter still bouncing gladly from his mouth that couldn’t at all undo the big bright smile going ear to ear in his features. It really seemed to illuminate the place.

His hand trembled a little as he wiped tears that managed to slide across his burning cheeks. The laughing now became giggling and finally starting to fade.

And then he realized.

Not even a whisper from Michael.

He opened his eyes, a little confused, and suddenly shivers ran thundering down his spine, spreading through each of his ticklish spots, making them tingle more, perhaps in the same amount of times that the Mell approached his fingers teasingly until they were a few inches above his calves.

Damn! Cursed be these years of friendship and all the tickle fights in their childhood that give him the knowledge about this particular spot.

- Mihihihichael! – His giggles came back strident, his smile threatened to widen further. Jeremy bitted softly the tip of his tongue, trying to do at least a threatening expression, yet too much excitedly for it. The one in hoodie quickly lowered his hand, stopping before he could research the place, leading the other to jump and release a pinched scream would never admitted being his in the future. Butterflies danced in his stomach. – NohohoHOT eVEn thIHIHIhihnk abohohohut th-

- Not touchin you, dude! – The prankster laughed starting to wiggle his fingers, and, even though they didn’t have touched him yet, Jeremy could already feel it. Feel the uncontrolled laughter in his chest, the nerves tingling eagerly, the eyes closing reflexively and… - If I knew it was so easy to make you blush just with that I already would won this tournament years ago!! – His face was going to melt, he was absolutely sure of that. It was going to melt and he would be obligated to wear the stupid mask of whatever cosplay Michael chose for him for the rest of his life!! – And I’m not even doing anything, literally!

- Shuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuht uhuhuhuhuhuhuhp, youhohohor sadihihihistic!! – The heat just spread stronger, arriving to the tip of his ears. He attempted to shrink more in defense; however, the Player One held his leg, his other hand resting on his chest, as if he were truly offended.

- Jeremy! – He faked another attack, almost losing control of his dramatic pose and laughing when the Heere snorted. – Now, that was not the manners I gave you! I’m not even doing anything and a puddle of adorable giggles offends me! Humpf… – He wander lightly his index finger through all the extension of his calf, each inch releasing a new squeal tone.

- Sohohorry!! Sohohohohohohohohohohrrehehehey! – He pushed his leg, trying to free himself from the deadly grip. Michael didn’t even bother into pretending to ponder about his apologies, and then the light brown-haired knew he was screwed up in the exact moment he find that glint the other’s eye.

- Nah. I would rather return the favor. – And, as he said, started to ruthlessly knead his calves.

Jeremy never had fought that much in his life. All of his muscles squirmed; reacting to the warning signals they received from his nerves, which probably were all very confused when they heard his laughter. Powerful, loud and fully stuffed with screams, laughter. His mind went in a total collapse and he could only focus on the tickling, finding his synapses unable to form a single coherent word, neither a sentence.

Michael stopped. Half because he had pity to see the tears began to wash the friend’s cheeks and the other half because he was afraid that some neighbor would call the police with the screams from the shorter; and also because he couldn’t control his own laughter anymore. Grateful to be seated, he leaned against the outsider arm of the couch, his voice mingling with the remained giggles from the other. Both flying in the air.

For a moment, the duo stayed just like this: Laughing.

- Yohohohohou ahahahahare the worhohohohost! – Wiped his tears, finally managing to remove the sensations rubbing the spot that, probably, was the most ticklish and unlikely to have. Thanked to the pure, fresh air entering his lungs, which seemed to give him strength to sit and stare the shape who still laughing.

An awesome idea crossed by his brain and camped there. A little cliché, that is true, but he felt deserving this privilege.

His hands met the armpits of the Player One, without moving, who instinctively downed his arms, an uncharacteristic squeak now running from his lips. Jeremy enjoyed the sense of power he had when the opponent, in the videogames and for this day, faced him with wide eyes, struggling with a smile in his face.

- Je-jeremy… Come on, pal, dude, friend... – The one on pajamas just smiled in response, turning softly his head, like a puppy staring you doubtfully about your despair as hold your only short in their mouth, paws flexed and about to run through the beach, to anywhere as long is far from you (Long and funny story, ask Mr Heere to show you the video later.) and wasted no time before start the attack.

Michael held his breath. His lips suppressed in a arc as they were pressed strongly, refusing to let out a single giggle from the thousands that already stirred in his throat.

- What the matter? – Jeremy chuckled, noticing the not-so-subtly effort from the newer victim to control himself, just getting even clear when his legs began to squirm. The light brown-haired positioned himself on his right, already knowing what was coming, his face approached further. – Wouldn’t you happen to be… too ticklish for that, right?

He started to slowly scribble in the other’s armpits, the glint in his eyes glowing as watched him jumping with the touch and hugging his sides, fighting more with the waterfall of giggles trying to pour from his lips and this struggle seeming about to make him explode, due how much his cheeks puffed and blushed. The Mell shook his head.

- Phew, what a relief. – The Player Two faked a relieved sigh, as if heavy chains were removed from his back. His face got closer, Michael stared at him, fear and expectation shining mingled up in his expression, red beginning to grew stronger in his face. S c o r e. – So you won’t mind if I get a itty bitty revenge, right?

And started to blow right on that spot behind his ear, something that the friend did almost daily and now tasted what he so gladly distributed. Michael squealed, the barriers finally giving in and being quickly subdued by the snorts and giggles as fingers skillfully poked and wriggled in his armpits, taking more speed and strength, just as Michael’s fight to escape from his fate.

- JEHEHEHEHEHEheheheheHEHEHEHEHEREMYY!!! NOHOHOHOHOHO!!

- Michael! We are in a serious competition here! I would like to see a little more compromising from your side!! – His head moved away as he stopped in order to teasing the other’s neck. Changing his tactics to verbal teasing and, even though he didn’t threatened back to his neck anymore, the ‘victim’ still kept his shoulders up, as if by precaution.

- FUHUHUHUHUHUACK!! – The light brown-haired was able to release his hands from the friend’s gasp, giving him some free seconds before immediately tickle his sides. – PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHhahahahahahahAHAHAHA! – His tune got a fewer octaves higher, flinching a little as Jeremy alternated between kneading his left, squeeze his right and then attack both at the same time.

Fun fact: Michael did not squirmed, he trashed his body side to side in a mad dance ruled by the melody of his own deep, frenetic and uncontrollable belly laughter that fled without any permission from his mouth. Therefore, tickle his legs or even sit on them to try pinning him down was practically impossible. His upper body, on the other hands, due his fear of tossing away his glasses, were easier to deal.

- Wait… Oh no, Michael! I discovered! – His eyes even attempted to meet with the other’s, but these were tightly closed, tears starting to welling up in the corner. The Heere forced himself to slow the attack, noticing the crackling laugh and shrieks that started to took over Michael’s loud, and completely contagious, laughter. He drank a little of air, still letting squeals and giggles escape from his lips for the soft tracing in his tummy, one of the Mell’s hand holding his wrist, but didn’t doing nothing to really stop the tickle. – You are not able to command your laughter!

- Nohohohoho shi- A lightly squeezing in his hips was enough to make a yelp interrupt the rest of his sarcastic sentence.

- This is extremely serious! But do not fear, as your best friend, I will help you! I am almost sure that I find a Resert Buttom!!

The one who wears glasses felt his smile grow wider, more for the nonsense from the other than anything else. He tried to ignore the rising heat spreading now across his neck.

A finger poked his navel and the jump Mell did nearly broke the ceiling, together with a squeal that Jeremy definitely would remind him later. The Player Two used all his willpower to not fall on the floor laughing with the other’s reaction, especially when this one actually began to really try to remove his hands from anywhere closer of his most ticklish spot, miserably failing when Jeremy suddenly started to give quick tickles in any and every where to distract him.

-Heere, dohohohohon’t you dahahahahahare! – His hands were in a total uncontrolled frenzy, just as his euphoric giggles.

- I-I’m just- Their laugh were now mixed as danced through the room, especially when in an act of pure despair Michael attacked his ribs, making him really start laughing for real. Oh no!! He wouldn’t win this one!! – I’m juhuhuhuhuhst trying tohohoho hehehehehehelp, yohohohour ungreatuful!!! Boop!

And then his finger finally was able to tickle his belly button, wriggling, poking an causing a real scream to leave the other’s lips, as a small signal before the loud, mad and extremely frenetic laughter exploded from his mouth. He jostled and babbled non-ended words that even he had no idea with what they were supposed to mean.

He was getting crazy. Michael was absolutely sure. His head was thrown back with the strength of the laughter and for a moment everything, even the tickles that spread through every little inch in his body as unbearable and hilarious shivers, disappeared.

A piece of rationality, the last one, made him attack and scribble his fingers in some unprotected skin from his opponent. It didn’t mattered where it was, and yes that seconds later Jeremy’s laughter started to go along his owns, showing that retaliation was working.

Both rolled out on the floor, laughing, snorting, yelping, squealing, squeaking, giggling and equally trying to make the friend released the same sounds as himself. Their members shuffled, seeking to tickle any and all minimally reachable tickle spots, both unwilling to give up and both waiting to the other give in first.

Maybe it was the so-called ‘friendly telepathy’, the same one which allowed them to chat just with glares and always know what and when the other needed something. However, the duo slowly begun decreasing their attack almost simultaneously. The squeezes and kneads becoming pokes before turning into scratching and scribbles until they finally broke apart, staring the opponent for a few hesitant seconds (not that they really could properly see each other through all their tears happily spilling down their cheeks ) before laying on the floor. The remaint laughter being the only thing filling the silence, along with the panting breaths.

For a while they just stayed like that: laughing.

The sun’s rays started to heat the room, showing it wasn’t that early anymore and probably the donuts were already cold by this moment. Cars were passing outside and some dog somewhere barked desperately, the sound not echoing louder than their hearts, which stilled seeking to calm down themselves after the strange and high dose of adrenaline.

Jeremy was the first to speak, raising his arm and waving as it like a white flag.

- Draw?

- Keep dreaming. – Michael’s voice was slightly hoarse. He cleared his throat while the one on pajamas rolled his eyes, none of them really succeeding in removes the bright smile in their faces. – Truce for breakfast?

They sat, not taking too long to get up as hear the angry protests from their stomachs, they shook their hands, sealing the quick agreement. Their eyes met and, for a piece of moment both ignored how much redder they were, their minds now just focusing on the eagerly awaited meal.

- Truce for breakfast.

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rtwritingcommunity · 4 years

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Secret Sunshine 2019: Masterpost

This is a list of all the fics from the people who took part in our 2019 Secret Sunshine! The list is loosely ordered by posting dates.

Thank you to everyone who participated!

verbatim - signifier, rated G

verbatim adverb & adjective. in exactly the same words as were used originally

Four times Michael met the Vagabond + the one time he met Ryan.

Every Touch is a Redefining Phrase - by bluebismuth, rated T

Prince Ryan desperately needs a potion from a blood mage to help his ailing friend. Unfortunately, blood magic is a crime in his kingdom.

smear your heart on a dirty sleeve - by transvav

Southern California's got two seasons: warm and hotter, and Geoff's got about two choices left: sit and wait, or have a little fun before the sun burns them all down to hell where they belong.

( this time, get it right, or you're history )

after a long day - by doolray

Ryan finds him on the sand nearly shaded by the wooden beams of the pier above.

Real? - by everyshootingstar, rated G

Ryan flashes a thumbs up at Geoff, “Well,” he says and then turns to Gavin, “Are you ready, dear?” he asks, offering an arm to him.

Gavin laughs, actually laughs, the sort of squeaky laugh that makes Jeremy’s heart beat faster, “Of course, love.” He says, grabbing onto Ryan’s arm. “I was born ready.”

Jeremy tries to ignore the clench in his chest at their familiarity.

waiting for the catch-up - by InvadingThoughts, rated T

Halfway through the movie, Jeremy starts migrating himself across the couch.

To begin with, he starts at the other arm with legs splayed up wildly on the coffee table; and then, he seems to sink in on himself, head drooping slightly to the left with his arms curled up close to his chest. Then, he slumps left completely down onto his back, hooking his legs over the armrest and tilting his head back just far enough so he can sleepily smile up at Michael.

downhill jam: tradition edition - by InvadingThoughts, rated T

The first time they meet Fiona, it’s March and it’s Lindsay who carries her into the penthouse piggyback style. They're both absolutely fucking smashed.

“Geoff. Geoff. This is Fiona and I just watched her beat a guy to a pulp with her fists,” Lindsay slurs, wavering on her feet, and from the couch, Jeremy mimes a tower falling over. Gavin and Michael snicker. “I love her,” she adds.

“We’re getting married,” Fiona says, wrapping her arms around Lindsay’s neck. “Don't make me beat you up.”

This is what it feels like - by AtrumCorvus, rated T

Five times Fiona and Lindsay got away with their shenanigans and the one time they didn't.

Love is Bizarre - by krembearry, rated G

Michael doesn't know how he got so lucky. This shouldn't be real, but if this is what happiness is, he never wants to stop.

Of Monsters - by staranon, rated G

Everyone thinks Ryan is cursed. Everyone except Gavin.

Everyone thinks the forest is haunted by a vengeful spirit of fire. Everyone except Gavin.

Everyone thinks that there is nothing more to a monster than what you see. Everyone except Gavin.

But then again Gavin has always been rather exceptional himself.

Four Firsts and a Forever - by smittenbritain, rated G

Each season had its own celebration, and it was tradition that the current ruler would arrange it all. Michael was just glad that he was only the prince right now; he could still run around and actually enjoy the festival.

The summer one was his favourite. After all, it was where he shared so many firsts with Geoff.

The Truth Is In Your Face - by smallzita, rated G

The crew wants Ryan and Jeremy to get together, the only problem is that they already are.

Guns and Stupidity (Like Always) - by Thisiswhatmylifehasbecome

The Fakes and FakeHaus try to plan a heist.

Locked Out - by Waffle-o, rated G

Gavin has fucked up, and he's trying desperately not to let on to the rest of the crew that he is, in fact, locked out of one of the most lucrative and sought-after criminal bases in the city: Geoff's penthouse.

Slug Trouble - by JustAddSalt, rated T

Journey to an alien planet, they said! It'll be fun, they said!

Recharge - by futureboy, rated T

Cuddles come in chapters… Michael Jones is a snuggle magnet. Snapshots, into the day in the lives of the best boyfriends and girlfriends in the entire Fake AH Crew penthouse.

Close Encounter - by ShadeOfAzmeinya, rated T

Jeremy isn’t sure which god he has managed to piss off, but clearly it must be a powerful one to have a day with all the worst luck of his life combined into one.

Na’cho Baby - by Naturallyvicious, rated G

“Stop locking me out of my own car,” Says Gavin as he opens the passenger door, settling himself into the warm leather seat.

Secret Sunshine - by StrawHatGiant

“God this is sooo boring.” Michaels pouts while leaning upside down on the couch. “This is why I don’t like stakeouts.”

#sunshine19 #secret masterpost #sfw fic

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lokilickedme · 5 years

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(Okay, I’m going to do this in probably 3 parts because it’s long)

So The Department sorta happened because I wanted to get back into a regular weekly-updating online fic because, frankly, two reasons:

1) I’m worn out/exhausted/a bit burned out from working on novels and very little of anything else for the last year and a half, and

2) I crave/need the instant validation of the comment section at AO3, which you don’t get when you write a book :/

So I called a break, put away my manuscripts for a couple months, and am just indulging in some fun writing for a little while. And since I wanted something new (sorry WIPs, your time will come again) this is what we ended up with.

I don’t remember exactly what made me go with the police department premise. The potential for assholery and rampant egomania, most likely? Well, you know I love that shit when it hides something slightly more noble underneath...and I think I wanted a big ensemble cast because I just adore the dynamics that can occur in groups of disparate personalities who have known each other for a long time. That way they interact when they know each others’ secrets and there’s that one person new to the group who isn’t in on any of the jokes? Good stuff right there.

I do remember that the first ideas for this story came to me during the Professor Jeff’s Super Science Show at the library (yeah your guess is as good as mine on that but it happens literally every time). But if I’m being honest, I’d say it probably had more to do with Benny Hill than anything. I have this bad habit of sitting on the couch with my laptop on my knees, headphones on, head back, inventing scenes in my head that go along with whatever music I’m listening to. I’ve got this one insane playlist full of goofy tunes my 7-year old has requested for staging Thomas The Tank Engine crash scenes (don’t ask) and on this particular night that’s what I was listening to because why not. On that playlist is a 30-minute loop of the Benny Hill Theme. And all I could see in my head was a foot chase on ice and snow between a female officer, an out of shape Chief of police, a giraffe-legged office assistant, and a probably methed-up wannabe criminal who didn’t actually do anything major but was running anyway because he was bored. It struck me funny and I toyed with the idea of sticking it into something I already had started, because I do love me some chaotic slapstick.

So the next day I’m driving the boys home from the Super Science Show and I’ve been playing around with it in my head again, and it’s taking shape into something that I know I’m going to have to work with. We pass the Pupuseria Virolena Salvadoran restaurant downtown, and I start laughing because I’m suddenly hearing David Tennant trying to say that in his Scottish accent.

On the spot I named him Hawk and made him Captain. And now we have one of our characters, and by the time we pull up in our driveway ten minutes later I’ve got stuff needing to be written down right now.

(the rest is under the cut for length)

Chapter 1 - Prologue - Your Boatload of Bad Decisions Has Left The Harbor

I was so anxious to get into the story but it needed an introduction, or else Greta being in this podunk town wouldn’t have any weight. So we’re introduced to our heroine, who isn’t so much a heroine as just a decent if slightly too self confident special division officer who had some bad luck. It’s not elaborated on yet in the story, though it’s heavily referenced multiple times that she disobeyed an order and made the decision to continue a high speed pursuit that had been called off by her superior officer, the above-mentioned Captain Hawkins, whom Greta has something of a relationship with (yeah they’re screwing, what of it). And in the wake of that decision, Greta’s partner is killed and she’s brought up on charges, suspended, ordered to counseling, and finally shipped off to a small town in Minnesota so she can keep working while her final fate is decided by an investigative committee back in LA.

The opening chase scene was written from things I learned when I was a kid and my dad did vehicle tweaks for the Fort Worth police department from his auto shop. The officers used to hang out drinking Cokes and telling stories while dad made (possibly illegal) modifications to their cars. I was there a lot, sitting under his work bench with my books and pencils, listening to everything and remembering it all. And I thought it was so damn cool. So here we are. What else was I gonna do with that information? Might as well put it to use if it’s gonna be taking up real estate in my head for all these years.

For the record, I really liked Greta’s partner Joe and hated to kill him - but we needed a catalyst, and the cheerful best friend who sings Italian arias during chases while joyfully blasting out windshields is always gonna be the loser in the goner lottery. For once the male hero dies to further the female lead’s storyline.

Heh, take that Marvel.

Anyway, sorry Joe. There will be more about you in later chapters, so...gone but not forgotten.

Chapter 2 - Minnewhatever

This part starts out with the last bit of backstory we need to proceed. Hawk sending Greta off to Minnesota, a place whose name she never does remember or say correctly. She doesn’t figure she’s actually going to be there long enough to bother learning it, but Hawk informs her that her exile is likely to last at least a year, and he gives her very little reassurance that she won’t be serving every minute of her sentence.

Greta’s feeling a little betrayed here. She and Hawk have been sort of a thing for a while, friends and colleagues and lovers, but he’s washing his hands of the entire situation and she’s left angry and a bit bereft. But she still figures he’ll do something to get her out of it, if she’s patient and behaves herself in the new place.

Fast forward to day one in Weemeetwa. While drowning her aggravation in a bottle of the good stuff, Greta meets her first new acquaintance and decides to just go with the cranky fuck-it attitude that she’s been harboring since the incident, gets shitfaced, and goes home with the guy. This might have been a dual-purpose shag; Greta’s still feeling betrayed and abandoned by Hawk, so it’s a screw-you that he’ll never find out about - but that doesn’t stop it from feeling good in a vengeful sort of way. Plus it’s cold and she’s alone and the guy - Andy, a tall sweet longhaired cutiepie with an Irish accent - is all too willing to buy her a drink and take her home for some cuddles.

In the morning Greta wakes up in a strange place full of groaning regret and ends up giving Andy a ride to the station. She doesn’t count on seeing him again, so there’s no breath wasted on goodbyes.

Chapter 3 - A Logging Truck, A Mountain, and A Blonde Walk Into A Bar

Now we meet most of the department. Creeley, a gruff roughhouser with a rude streak forty miles wide, Sarah, the only other female in the department and possibly the only person alive who can keep the boys under control, Kevin, the quiet dispatch agent with an impressive mountain impersonation skill, and finally (for the moment) Chief, the slightly too good-looking and highly put-upon boss of them all.

I knew I wanted Tom Hiddleston to play Chief Tommy Davis. This is Kong Skull Island-era Hiddleston crossed with The Night Manager, with a handful of extra pounds around the middle and a frustrated sigh that goes on forever. He’s meant to be an ex hockey player who was waylaid on his way to the major leagues, so he’s strong and sturdy, but an injury benched him years ago and a career in small-town law enforcement has put him a bit to pasture. Middle aged, somewhere between 40 and 45. He’s got some stuff in his past but he’s happy now, for the most part, just living his life watching over the town.

Jason Momoa is Bobby Creeley, for obvious reasons. I knew I wanted a rowdy, rude, loudmouthed team member that’s always crossing everyone, but who everyone knows will be there no matter what if anything goes down. He’s instantly Greta’s nemesis from the moment she walks in the door. Gigantic and shaggy with a permanently amused nature and a fear of literally nothing, he’s simultaneously everyone’s best friend and worst enemy.

Sarah Lancashire has been finding her way into a lot of my fics lately as side characters, so it’s no surprise she ended up here as Sarah Pearl. Steely, tough, and highly immune to the idiocy around her, Sarah is the worn out voice of common sense that the department is running perilously short on. She’s also my first and foremost girl crush, and I’ll admit right now that I wrote an AU ending almost immediately that involved Sarah and Greta ending up together. It would be natural to assume Sarah would fall into the default role of mom to the group, but there’s a whole lot of oh hell nope wrapped around that trope. She would set them all on fire if anyone would let her have some matches, but Chief made a rule against that a long damn time ago.

Dave Bautista has been hanging around the back door of my muse stable for the longest, just minding his own business and waiting his turn, but I never really had any place to stick him. Well Drax, your time has come baby. I chose him to play Kevin Saylor based on his GoTG scene in which he tries to convince the crew he’s invisible. And that’s Kevin, in a nutshell. Huge and intimidating but quiet and intensely matter-of-fact in manner, he’s in charge of dispatch and immediately inspires Greta’s hatred of using the radio.

My first (and really only) faceclaim for Greta Morley was Zoe Saldana, but I waffled briefly for a couple of weeks, trying to cater to a few readers who told me they wanted to imagine themselves in the role. I planned to stick with that, and I tried, I promise I did. But every time Greta opened her mouth I heard Zoe, and by the time she went on her less than fleet-footed pursuit of Wilson with the longsuffering Andy by her side, she was locked in. Greta’s harboring some serious regret and raw emotional wounds from her not too distant past, and some time out in the American Midwest should be a much needed recovery sabbatical. Should be. But isn’t gonna.

Speaking of Andy...Andrew Hozier-Byrne was and is the only person I ever considered for the role of Andy Burns. Too tall, too clumsy, too cute, too sweet, just a whole bunch of too everything - he was perfect for the role and I may or may not have written it exclusively for him. Okay yeah, I wrote it exclusively for him. Andy’s the local cryptid, nobody really knows a lot about him. He may or may not be a drug dealer. He may or may not be officially employed by the police department. He may or may not be Irish or hypoglycemic or a blackout drunk or as goofy as he seems. Nobody really knows, and to be honest nobody really cares, because if you need it done Andy can do it...if he can remember you asked him to do it.

So Greta has arrived, for better or for worse. Cree immediately starts in with the sexist remarks and butchering her name, a favor she returns by embarking on what will become a neverending trail of obliterated mis-renderings of the town’s name. Creeley and Kevin kick off another of many running gags by arguing over whether or not anyone knew she was coming, and before things can get too stupid, Chief makes his first appearance.

And now things start to get interesting.

To be continued at chapter 4, Randy Andy and The Chief of Weemeetwa

@whatevervivie

#The Department #director's commentary #Hiddleston #Hozier #Momoa #Bautista #Saldana #Lancashire

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chxseungyoun · 6 years

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Nine Percent as Dads (3/3)

I call this the misbehaving list of kids who probably get coal for christmas but i still love them list.

Fan Chengcheng

Chengcheng does not really scream father material and it may be because he is kinda the naive and playful type of guy.

However, he does mature gradually.

The first few months with the baby, he would probably be confused on how to treat it.

He would probably ask Justin to come over and 'play' with the baby so he gets scolded a lot by his spouse because that is not how you treat a fetus.

He loves carrying his child up on an 'airplane' ride and it does make his spouse happy on how he wants to bond so much with their kid.

He would also probably bring his kid to any hangout he and Justin would go to but his spouse trusts them anyway since they are also both kids at heart.

Chengcheng may come off as hot and cold sometimes though. Like he can easily get annoyed if their child becomes a lil too disobedient but then the next hour, he would go back to loving them again.

He does not know how to discipline well. He thinks of how he could but he always fails ro do so.

Chengcheng might whine a lot but only when his spouse or his jiejie takes his child away from him.

If anyone insults his family, specially his children, his meme self will be gone and will be replaced by a very vengeful one.

He will prioritize his family first but Justin is still probably at second.

He will still also annoy his spouse just because he finds their annoyed expression cute. So rhe bad habits that his kid might pick up will probably come from him.

Chengcheng might either go with just one child or do extreme because he may seem like he either knows what kind of responsibility he can shoulder or just go with the flow. (*stares at the geminis*)

Huang Minghao

The coolest and most handsome dad alive--as he claims.

He will most likely not act as a dad but as a friend to his child.

"Bro." Yeah, he would call his kid that.

All the things he enjoyed when he was a kid, he would make sure his kids would enjoy more.

He's the dad that everyone wants to be their dad as well.

He cannot scold his kids? He just feels like he would turn from hero to villain in their lives if he did so.

He raises troublemakers because he himself will be one. Somehow similar to how Chengcheng is but crank that a little more.

He would sometimes try to steal his spouse's attention for their kids.

At the end of the day, he will still want his children to experience the happiest childhood. He knows that growing up will be tough so as much as possible, he wants their memories only to be of good and happy ones.

I think he's the type of dad who would spoil his children at first but then stop at a certain age to teach them to be contented with what they have.

His ways are questionnable but he has his own ways to educate his children.

His children would surprisingly be really fashionable as well? Another instagram and weibo dad right here.

Justin won't be able to cook for them. His idea of a meal is waffles with candies on it. He does try to cook but his spouse will scold him when he does. They cannot afford to burn down the kitchen after all.

His spouse and him sleeps with their children in their room. That's why their family will be one of the most close knit among all the other boys.

You Zhangjing

The dad who cooks the best and eats the most.

When he has kids, I doubt he would still care about his figure because it is a handdful to take care of tiny humans.

Zhangjing enjoys cooking for the family though. All the recipes his mother had made, he would pass on to his children.

He is very strict to both his spouse and his children but he does it out of care. His strictness does not shape the family to be perfect but like he would scold any of the members if they are doing something that can potentially harm themselves.

A very musical family. He loves to sing with his children whenever they could.

He loves playing with them in the yard too. Although, he gets tired a lot too.

He invites Yanjun a lot to babysit and the kids would love him as equally as they love their father but Zhangjing won't mind.

This gives him time to love his spouse as well. Backhugs and side hugs are going to be his favorite thing to do while watching the kids jump on Yanjun's back.

I think Zhangjing would be the most excited to have kids and it's not because he is the eldest but because he is the readiest out of the nine.

He knows balance between growing as a family and growing as an individual.

There maybe ups and downs but Zhangjing would be more willing to fix it because of his love for his children and most of all, his spouse.

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a-mountain-ash · 6 years

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A Very Winchester Mystery

A special little ficlet for @ain-t-bovvered‘s 800 follower “Tales of the Winchesters” project! I visited the Winchester Mystery House a couple years back and couldn’t resist. Even tossed in a little personal easter egg from my time there because it was too good and I swear the ghosts played a little prank on me. Also, I’m sure the WIL CFO is perfectly decent person, but I needed someone to commit the crime :P

We know who the Winchesters are. We're not talking the originals, of course, though I suppose it's not out of the realm of possibility for them to be related. We are ghosts, after all, so the realm of possibility is quite large. We mean the new Winchesters. The brothers. The ghost slayers.

You see, the thing about this place that we inhabit is that it's very popular. Everyone comes here. Demons, ghouls, vampires, werewolves. They enjoy a little bit of whimsy as much as the next fellow. Some people even drag their own personal ghosts with them, pulled along by their attachment to some piece of jewelry or other. Those times are when we get the good gossip.

The Winchesters almost got me last week, but I got away because my daughter here was catching a flight for this vacation she's on. I guess that Dean boy doesn't do planes.

Sam and Dean smoked my aunt's bones a few year's back when she was haunting me. Now I'm a ghost, too. Irony, amiright?

'Pretty sure I'm half way to angry spirit, and I'm afraid the Winchesters are gonna nab me before my boy stands at the alter in a couple months. You guys have any tips on how to stay on the good path?' 'Sure Fred, find some good friends if you can. We have poker nights once a week to vent. Congratulations on the engagement!'

And that, my good listener, is why we are a little bit worried. To give you some background, the Winchester Mystery House is a big thing. People spend real money to come walk through Sarah's wacky rooms and miniature stairwells. Personally, at this point in our ghostly existences, we don't totally understand the appeal, but the point still stands that people are here constantly. They're always with a tour guide, but every now and again, people get away from the group and we have to set them straight. Nicely of course. We weren't lying when we told Fred to find some friends. Being together all these years has really helped us stay on the straight and narrow.

What you have to understand is that we all want to be here, and not for revenge. Absolutely none of us were trapped here and if we really wanted to, we could probably find a way to get a reaper to come take us up, though none of us knows how. Sarah Winchester was the most excellent of ladies. During our lives, she took care of us and our families well and we are simply repaying the favor in death. We keep the property safe, defending it from harm, and keeping the still hidden rooms clean until the property managers finally find them. Occasionally we play a little mischief on tourists who get off the beaten track, like that time some sisters missed a sign and found their ways into a private area and we shut the gate on them. They got out fine, but they knew what happened, and stayed on the path after that.

Anyway, it all started a few weeks ago when apparently somebody in the higher-ups of Winchester Investment LLC decided to get greedy. We don't really understand how that whole situation works because we only know what we hear or see in the newspaper, but we know enough. WIL is in charge of this whole operation and they run it for the descendants of John and Mayme Brown, the couple who bought the house after Sarah died, may she rest in peace. One night, someone tried setting the estate on fire. Nothing of this scale had ever occurred before and we may have lost our cool, just a bit. It happened again a week later. Needless to say, the Winchesters and their angel friend Castiel were all here now, and we were going to have to try really hard to get them to see what was happening here before they found a way to burn us all.

As it happened though, the Winchesters were surprisingly willing to listen to reason. It might be because we steered them into a room with only two doors, one of which lead to a 15 foot drop off and the other of which we blocked off with 20 or so ghosts strong, but you know, technicalities. They listened.

"Cas, what just happened?" Dean asked.

Oh my goodness, he was gorgeous! Those eyes. Mabel would definitely want to see him. She hadn't seen a cute tourist in weeks.

"Obviously the ghosts are preparing to kill us, Dean. I didn't think that would require an explanation."

The angel was a funny one. We've heard tell of them coming down to earth, but none have come to the house. They must think they're above fun, but we all knew this one is a little different.

"Yeah, yeah Cas. Thanks for the pep talk. I mean, how many of them are there. You can see them, right?"

"Ah, of course. There are currently 19 of them in the room. I believe there are a few more outside the door, but I don't have x-ray vision so you'll have to bear with me."

We really could have appeared to them then, but it was far too good a show to end it straight away. The tall one, Sam, looked like he'd swallowed a whole lemon while he looked between his brother and the angel. Castiel and Dean were so focused on talking about us that it was entirely impossible they'd forgotten about us. Watching them waffle and bicker before us in their FBI suits, it was hard to believe the vast quantity of stories we'd heard all the years before.

"Alright, well what are we going to do about it?" Sam finally asks practically. "We can't go shooting salt rounds inside a century old work of art and we don't have enough salt for that many ghosts at once."

At this point, we were seriously confused about how they'd acquired the reputation they had. That said, the threat of shots being fired at dear Sarah's carefully chosen wallpaper was enough to make a few of us show ourselves. When our best diplomats, Mr. Jones, Margaret, and John, materialized before them, their reactions (or lack thereof) were disappointing though not surprising. After all, with decades of ghost hunts under their belts, nothing should really shock them anymore.

"I would strongly recommend that you do not fire inside our home." Margaret spoke first, in her best friendly intimidation voice. She practiced it daily in front of Sarah's looking glass.

Despite her warning, Dean raised his gun anyway. Effie giggled invisibly at the glorious eye rolling his actions earned him from both Castiel and Sam. The older Winchester swung his gun in her direction. Admittedly, it was fairly impressive how good his aim was from sound alone. Had he fired, he would have hit her squarely in the head.

"God, Dean, what did she just say?" Sam was definitely the reasonable one of the two.

"Yeah, yeah. I heard her. Ghosts say lots of crap, though. Just being on the safe side."

"We will definitely not be allowed back inside if we damage this home, Dean. Even if they do think we're FBI."

"Ugh, fine." Dean lowered his weapon as Castiel placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "What are we supposed to do then?"

"Listen to us, you goon." Mr. Jones spoke then, finally seeing his in. He was a gruff older man, his skin tanned despite his deathly pallor from hours in the sun picking fruit in Mrs. Winchester's orchards. He had died very suddenly one day when a branch had snapped and his ladder had fallen with him at the top.

"We're listening." Sam said quickly before Dean could speak again.

"We're good spirits. None of us are vengeful. We chose to stay here after our deaths, even after Mrs. Winchester passed, in order to protect her property. This place was a good home to many of us and she cared for our families like her own. We just help maintain the property and keep the visitors safe."

"Then why the recent deaths?" Castiel asked.

"Someone is sending people to try and burn the estate to the ground. We believe it must be someone at the organization trying to collect insurance money or something." John spoke now. "One of our younger ghosts, Elmer, lost his temper the first time. The second time, it was Charlie. We aren't vengeful spirits, but protecting this place is our purpose and someone is trying to destroy it."

"You can see we're very much in possession of our faculties, even after almost a century. More for some. But this home must be protected. If it is lost, we truly will go insane." Margaret had dropped her ominous tone in favor of something friendlier.

"Won't you disappear?" Dean asked. "Isn't it the house that you're attached to?"

"No. We are connected to the entire estate, down into the soil that we tended and farmed. We cannot be burned with this house, but if the house burns we will have nothing grounding us to our purpose and then we truly will become vengeful."

"We can't have you killing people, even if they are arsonists." Castiel answered.

"Then help us!" Effie appeared suddenly. She had always gotten impatient with too much talk. "We can't have this house destroyed and you can't have us killing more people. You must be able to do something."

And they could.

With our help concealing the security cameras and silencing the alarms, they snuck back onto the property after hours. We used Castiel as a communication conduit and when we found yet another man entering the property with gasoline and matches we alerted him and they called in an anonymous tip that someone was attempting to burn the estate. Rather than kill the man, we detained him until the authorities arrived and took him away.

A week later, the CFO of WIL was brought in for questioning and one of the Mayme descendants themselves took his position. Every once in a while, when the world isn't ending, the Winchesters take a day or two to come visit us. Castiel always brings the best gossip.

#supernatural #season 10 #dean winchester #castiel #Sam Winchester #winchester mystery house #talesofthewinchesters #tales of the winchesters

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mas-lina · 6 years

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ASK GAME

65 Questions You Aren't Used To

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you? - sometimes i wonder if the people i like from afar are just a figment of my imagination since i have never met them in real life.

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you? - i’d say about 2 since i’m only scared occasionally if i have watched something creepy and my mind is running wild.

3. The person you would never want to meet? - does hitler count? aside from him and all the dictators that have ruined the world i’d say all the people i knew in high school and about everyone in my old town.

4. What is your favorite word? - i used to say it’s “bitch” just for the laughs of it but it’s actually “patootie” because it sounds cute and idiotic at the same time and i remember reading it in a shakespeare poem once and laughing like crazy.

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be? - i guess i’d be a baobab tree because it’s sturdy and it sounds like my nickname “baba”.

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought? - “seriously why are the bags under my eyes so dark and big?”

7. What shirt are you wearing? - a simple black shirt.

8. What do you label yourself as? - if it’s in regards to sexuality i’m a bisexual and if it’s everything else i’m a curious idiot.

9. Bright room or dark room? - dark room.

10. What were you doing at midnight last night? - sitting on my laptop watching “100 days my prince”.

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far? - i don’t think i’ve reached my favourite age yet but if i have to pick one i’d say about 19 because i went to live with my best friend and started a new life away from everyone else so in a way i became independent.

12. Who told you they loved you last? - i guess my mom although i don’t remember when.

13. Your worst enemy? - my laziness and lack of will.

14. What is your current desktop picture? - monsta x’s minhyuk <3

15. Do you like someone? - in real life i have no romantic interest.

16. The last song you listened to? - dreamcatcher - wonderland

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up? - myself so i can see how it feels.

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face? - sometimes my family members drive me up the wall to a point where i’d think about punching them in the face.

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do? - bill gates and he’d have to buy me whatever i want.

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional) - if i have to pick something it would be my eyes because they’re the most distinctive feature i have.

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do? - i’d be a huge buff macho man just to see how it feels and i’d probably just ogle myself in the mirror and walk around to see how people react to me.

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it? - i can make my fingers look like claws and move them in a weird snappish way.

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of? - bacteria.

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal. - butter on french toast.

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it? - on monsta x merchandise and food ^^

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go? - seoul, south korea.

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be? - bailey’s is the only alcoholic drink i actually enjoy and would buy myself.

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? - everyone is created equal so there shall be no discrimination regarding race, religion, gender or sexuality.

29. What is your favorite expletive? - motherfucker.

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno? - my stuffed animals.......

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? - watching my pet getting sick knowing she’d eventually die and being unable to help.

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world! - kanazawa, japan.

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back? - my grandfather.

34. What was your last dream about? - falling down a flight of stairs.

35. Are you a good dancer? - i’d say decent but i could be better with practice.

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital? - thankfully no.

37. Have you ever built a snowman? - many times but never in the design i wanted to.

38. What is the color of your socks? - orange.

39. What type of music do you like? - i like all music but usually i would always gravitate towards rhythm and blues, jazz or classical.

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? -sunsets.

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor? - i don’t drink milkshakes but i’d probably enjoy strawberry ones.

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer) - liverpool football club and i’m suffering every day for it.

43. Do you have any scars? - a big one on my knee from when i fell as a child and nearly busted my kneecap.

44. What do you want to be when you graduate? - a boss....kidding :D a writer or researcher.

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? - the way i look and my attitude towards people demeaning and disrespecting me.

46. Are you reliable? - i really wish i could say i was but i’d have to say no.

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be? - do we still live with the mentality of a 15 year-old or have we grown?

48. Do you hold grudges? - most of the time no but on special occasions i can grow to be vengeful towards someone i dislike.

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create? - a penguin with a bird so it will be able to fly.

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had? - every conversation i have with my grandmother and all the “advice” she gives me.

51. Are you a good liar? - yes.

52. How long could you go without talking? - i think i’d be able to go about a week if i really put myself to it but i enjoy talking to myself so it might be more difficult than anticipated.

53. What has been you worst haircut/style? - a waffle one where they burnt my hair from the roots just so i could look like a member of a 90s girl group.

54. Have you ever baked your own cake? - the only time i have baked a cake was when my best friend got sick and i wanted to give her something special to cheer her up.

55. Can you do any accents other than your own? - i’m pretty good at an american and a british one. i could even do a bit of scottish and irish if i prictice.

56. What do you like on your toast? - butter.

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of? - the sun and it looked like a puddle with some rays coming out of it.

58. What would be you dream car? - a smart or a mini cooper.

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain. - i do sing in the shower and sometimes i start contemplating my life.

60. Do you believe in aliens? - i believe we can’t be alone in the whole universe but i don’t believe in the made up ufo sightings nor the green little men.

61. Do you often read your horoscope? - i don’t believe in the horoscope nor the zodiac except when i’m looking for a laugh.

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet? - my own letter which in english would be B.

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons? - dragons are the coolest <3

64. What do you think about babies? - i love and adore babies <3 they are perfect little stupid angels and should be protected at all costs.

65. Who's your favourite classical composer? - beethoven and mozart are untouchable and immortal but if i have to give a less cliche answer besides them i would say claude debussy, rachmaninoff, chopin and johann strauss II. i could go on but i will get boring.

66. A bonus question from me because I'm curious - If you could teleport to one place on this planet right at this moment which would it be and why? - northern canada so i can see the aurora borealis which is at its peak during october, november and december.

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kayadraws · 6 years

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Six of Crows Genie AU

It’s set in the Grishaverse but with a few adjustments.

Kaz

Kaz is still a master thief.

One day he finds a golden lamp while “exploring” Van Eck’s home.

Naturally, he takes it home and polishes it. Lo and behold, it’s actually a genie’s lamp.

Kaz, being the sneaky person he is, is the person from that textpost who for every third wish wishes the genie was back in the lamp, then picks it up and rubs it again, earning three more wishes.

Eventually the genie is fed up and somehow gets Kaz turned into a genie as punishment. (Instead of a lamp though Kaz gets trapped in like an old gin bottle or something. Haha get it)

Kaz is Furious.

He becomes the grouchiest, evillest, most vengeful genie ever who always twists people’s wishes and makes them literal.

“Oh, you want a million bucks?” Boom here’s a million male deer. Have fun.

I can’t decide if I want him to be in a full suit or if I want him to be shirtless except for his gloves and tie, which would function like the stereotypical genie cuffs and collar.

Inej

Inej is the one who finds him by accident. She accidentally rubs it and now she’s stuck with him.

He doesn’t know what to make of her. Not only does she want things like freedom for pleasure house workers and better conditions for the poor instead of a hot wife and a padded bank account, but she refuses to use her wishes.

She considers genie-hood to be a form of slavery and is trying to find a way to free him. She carries him around everywhere and makes sure to phrase things like a question rather than a command.

He doesn’t know what to to do with such a genuine person. At first he mocks her, but over time he begins to realize that he might actually have feelings for her.

Jesper

Jesper steals Kaz by accident. He thinks it’s just a bottle of spirits (ha), and it unpleasantly surprised to find that not only is it empty, but it comes with a sharp tongued genie.

Kaz comes out like “Ayyy, where’s Inej you podge.” and Jesper nearly has a heart attack.

He doesn’t have Inej’s morals, so he wishes to be the best gambler. Unfortunately, the owners of the gambling houses do not take kindly to being cleaned out by an upstart Zemeni so they try to have him killed.

He ends up having to go undercover.

Wylan

Jan Van Eck is looking for Kaz because he collects genies (their wishes are the reason he’s as influential as he is)

He was trying to get Wylan to develop a method to create genies (because he’s so mathematically/scientifically talented) but Wylan thinks its incredible unethical.

One day things come to a head and Wylan flees the house.

He decides to look for Kaz bc he’s heard so much about him, but ends up finding Jesper as well.

We all know how that ends.

Nina

Nina is a freed genie.

She’s not as powerful as a captive one, but she still possesses Heartrender powers.

Shes also friends with Inej, bc of their ties to the pleasure houses. They got out together. Inej doesn’t know she’s a freed genie.

When she sees the gin bottle, she immediately recognizes Kaz for who he is.

Inej eventually finds out that Nina used to be a genie, and asks for her help in freeing Kaz. Nina agrees, but nor before demanding a month of free waffles for her troubles.

Matthias

Matthias is a genie hunter. He thinks they’re abominations that need to be eliminated for the better good

While he’s tracking a genie, he runs into Nina.

He doesn’t know who she is at first of course, and starts falling in love.

When he realizes who she is he feels betrayed, hateful and also lost, similar to the beginning of SoC.

Over time he begins to get over his prejudice and begins to love her again.

Kuwei

Kuwei’s dad knows how to free genies. He’s the one who helped Nina.

Powerful men want him dead bc he can undermine their power, and they ended up killing him, leaving Kuwei behind.

Kuwei kind of knows how to free genies, but is trying to work it out from his father’s notes.

The gang goes looking for him to help Kaz, but he’s in hiding.

Inej sets out to free Kaz. Nina joins them bc she owes Inej. They forcefully take Matthias, because he’s an experienced tracker and knows how to get past Kuwei’s security. Jesper tags along because he wants to get rid of the genie’s wish. He is unable to gamble and that makes him deeply uncomfortable. Wylan comes partly from scientific curiosity (how does Kuwei do it?), partly because of Jesper and partly because his father is looking for him and he needs to get out of the city for a while.

So yeah! It’s not complete, but I worked it out with dirty.hands.brekker on Instagram I’ll add to it as we think of more stuff :)

#soc #six of crows #leigh bardugo #genie au #soc genie au #mywriting

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feuillesmort · 5 years

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some hcs about val’s bed n breakfast !!

side note before i get started,, i made a lil section on pinterest for val’s which can be found right here if you’re curious !!

it was without a doubt haunted when she purchased the place, which was why the price was so damn low (along with the fact that it wasn’t exactly in the middle of the city). the real estate agent had told her that they couldn’t keep a family in the house for longer than a year but val had simply told him that she was skeptic & wouldn’t be scared as easily. during the renovations she had a few close calls with the vengeful spirit but she managed to get rid of that problem with the help of max.

there is a small bar, val is usually the one serving drinks - it’s located close to the front desk so she can keep an eye on both areas.

there’s a different ashtray in each room. she had always collected odd ones before she opened up val’s whenever she was travelling for her old job so now she’s just happy she has a spot to put them all.

she keeps a jar on the front desk that’s filled with something different almost every week, anything from mini chocolates to lollipops to peppermints.

there is a warded storeroom in the basement that she tries to keep as stocked up as she can with things people might need (silver bullets, guns, dead mans blood etc), but that’s not always the case as finding suppliers can be a bit difficult. however she always loves when guests accidentally leave stuff in their rooms - when they do, it goes straight to the storeroom for anyone who needs it.

the deserts are the only thing made by val herself when it comes to food. any other meals (be it breakfast, dinner or celebratory any-time-of-day waffles) are made by markus martin (x). val and markus met through val’s ex skip and when val found out markus had some skills when it came to cooking, she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to work with one of her best friends.

other people who you could probably find wandering around val’s include:

denise walker (x) - one of val’s friends who calls the b&b her permanent home when she’s not on a job, she also helps out markus in the kitchen whenever she has the chance. she has a small crush on the chef but WILL NOT admit that out loud.

and lets not forget about viola thompson (x) - one of val’s newer friends, viola teaches self defense classes in the city but also has a small business on the side where she creates custom knives & different kinds of blades (for hunters & non hunters).

#THIS WAS LONGER THAN EXPECTED #but #i think at this point val is my fav oc #besides kira bc she's my baby #anyway val deserved to be canon in spn and that's that #`* she’s strong but she’s exhausted // VALERIE HC.#long post

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mischievousmoonhunter-blog · 7 years

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Shadow of the Stars

A Captain America and Winter soldier story

Jaylin Rogers has always struggled with being the daughter of Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, mostly because of her lack of freedom. After a failed attempt to do something about this, her life is changes forever when a shadow from her father’s past returns to haunt her.

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CHAPTER ONE

It isn’t easy, being the daughter of super-soldier Steve Rogers – better known as the legend Captain America. Not at all. First of all, it is never fun to always be “daughter of” and nothing more. You quickly learn to live inside a shadow. Your last name will always be far more important than your first, even though that’s the one identifying you. Second of all, it is weird. I mean, he’s older than many (if not most) grandfathers, yet on bad days he might look barely older than 30. And… let’s just say that as I got older, and the girls around me got older as well, those girls started to notice how “young” he was. Third, I wasn’t super. At least, not nearly as super. Having only half of his genes meant I was maybe a bit faster and stronger than most people without having to work out 24/7, but being healthy, never getting a cold or beating all high school boys in sprint doesn’t make you “cool” or even likable.

They did say I look like him, with my blue eyes and blond hair. Mine are both darker, less… pure. As if my appearance was a confirmation I wasn’t as good as him - proof of being in a constant state of disappointment. As a little girl, you quickly learn the other kids only want to play with you because they want to see your house and the stuff in it. Everyone always seems to look right through you. I can tell from personal experience it is pretty traumatic when other pre-schoolers get mad at you because no one is allowed to come home with you… Let me say: you learn to SHIELD yourself from other people… Sorry, that was bad. But yeah… Admittedly, there are some advantages to being spawn of the Steve Rogers; you never get bad grades on history tests and essays. Oh, you also have lots of non-related, vengeful aunts and uncles. With vengeful I actually mean the Avengers. They are cool, though dad tries to keep me away from that world.

Aunt Nat is amazing, and she’s actually my best friend. She taught me everything I need to know about being a girl, and I think dad still owes her for not having to deal with any of my “woman inconveniences”. Then there’s Sam. He’s one of the nicest guys I know and probably the most normal one, too - even though he regularly soars through the sky with metal wings strapped to his back. He’s a good support in a world that is totally abnormal, despite your father’s attempts to make sure you don’t get caught in his own, strange reality. Sam understands how it feels to live in between those two worlds – the one where they worry about their grades, crushes, jobs and promotions, and the one where you’re in a constant state of vigilance, knowing no one is who they say they are. He’s the most stable part of my life; a sturdy pillar to hold me up. One might think this connection and support would mean I’d be happy to see him when he picked me up after school. In reality it didn’t, because it meant dad was on another mission and hadn’t had time to say as much as “goodbye”.

'If it isn't the messenger,' I grunted, pulling the car door open with a mean swing. Had I had my father’s strength, it would’ve been dangling in my hand, torn loose from its hinges. 'Hello to you too,' Sam greeted me, leaning undisturbed upon the sleek car. It was a dark blue model, matching the navy blue jacket the driver was wearing today. It fluttered a little in the heavy wind, which also rustled through my ponytail. I slumped down in the passenger seat and shut the door - not too carefully - all the while I kept staring straight ahead. ‘How's the captain?' I sneered. Sighing, Sam got in, closing the door behind him. ‘He didn't know he'd have to go, you know.' That I knew, very well. Still, I looked out the window with a constant frown on my face. The keys jingled when Sam turned them to start the engine. The car hummed a pleasant, low rumble, and barely made a sound as Sam steered it towards the tranquillity of our home. It would take us while until we would reach the niceness of familiarity. For now, I just watched blankly as teenagers laughed and complained while stepping into their cars, all happy to go back to their ordinary home and ordinary parents. All of them were quickly out of view, replaced by the many other aspects of mundane life. ‘You are such a little beam of sunlight, aren't you?' I was aware of Sam’s eyes glancing back and forth between the road and me, those brown eyes always full of worry. If I were to look at him, my angry mask would break, so I kept staring ahead. 'Humph...' 'That's all I get? I come here, especially for you, and you don't even smile. And I do like your smile so much, Jay...' I could no longer resist; I gave him a sly look and met his kind and teasing expression. I smirked, laced with a genuine – though slightly unwilling – smile. 'That's my girl,' Sam smiled back. 'How was school?' Ugh, school; I rolled my eyes. 'The usual. You know, I don't see the point in testing how many presidents we can memorise, there aren't that many.' I breathed on the window and drew little stars, which vanished within seconds. 'Not everyone has super memory,' Sam remarked. I grimaced at him. 'I'm nothing compared to dad. Besides, what is the use of knowing all American presidents?' 'Says the daughter of America's greatest patriot...' Sam smiled at the road ahead. 'Exactly.’ I sunk a little deeper down into the seat, so I could only barely catch glimpses of the colours rushing past the car’s windows. ‘I can know.' I watched as we drove into a quieter lane guarded by high trees, until we arrived at an electronic fence, which opened automatically when the cameras recognised our faces. We lived far away from the city, somewhere surrounded and guarded by tall trees. Here, you never heard the constant noise of traffic, or the never-ending murmur of voices. Only here, I knew true silence, were it not for the evermoving branches with their rustling leaves. 'How was your day?' I informed, hauling my backpack over one shoulder and closing the car door behind me, still a bit of annoyance packed in the gesture. Together, we made our way to the big, white house, oozing America. Made of wood, with a big porch, two stories and even an attic, perfectly maintained; exactly as you’d expect from Captain America’s home. Soft leaves crackled underneath our feet, giving a lovely, autumny atmosphere to this already idyllic picture. 'Also the usual,' Sam held the door for me. 'Want waffles?' I threw my bag on the kitchen table. 'Is that even a question?' 'What's the magic word?' 'Please,' I grinned. ‘Or else...'

I watched Sam take everything he needed, prepare the batter and begin making the waffles. He did it with the ease of a man who’d done it a hundred times before – which was about right, to be honest. I loved Sam’s cooking. 'Nat’s with him?' I asked, walking towards the fridge where I took a bottle of glacier water (it had become my favourite after a joke of Natasha and Tony had stuck around). 'Yeah, though they didn't need me, for some reason.' Yet again I was amazed at how little Sam seemed to care about that. 'They need you to babysit,' I chuckled, nudging him as I walked by. 'Even though I don't need it, I appreciate it.' Sam glanced back at me. 'I'm happy to hear that.'

'Mmm,' I hummed a while later as I poured maple syrup all over my waffles, 'you're such a good mommy bird.' 'I will take that as a compliment,' Sam said the moment my phone buzzed.

Dear Jaylin,

I'm sorry I had to leave again, so soon after my last mission. Sam promised me he'd take care of you. I trust you will behave.

Love, Dad

When I read "I trust you will behave," I grimaced at the screen. How old did he think I was? It was frustrating; while other people often thought I was quite a bit older than I actually was, my dad still seemed to deem me no more than a foolish little girl. It was especially frustrating because I had always felt different, maybe even older, than most children surrounding me. It had often crossed my mind this might be another result of my father’s genes – how they even interfered with how I grew up, refusing to grant me as much as a normal childhood. 'Sometimes I feel like I should date someone dad really dislikes,' I mused abruptly. I imagined myself coming home with the biggest jerk I could find and shivered. Sam’s cheeks rose as he took a sip from his large mug filled with strongly smelling coffee. 'I would be worried, if I didn't know you have more pride than your dad.' 'Sadly, yes.'

Hey, Natasha... Forgot something...?

I waited. Dad usually send his messages late, but Natasha didn't; she knew exactly how I felt about their sudden disappearances and the radio silences that usually followed. It’s how I got to hate surprises, as surprise never held a pleasant meaning for me, only that my father had to save the world again.

I'm really sorry I was really busy I'll make it up when we’re back...?

Even these texted words were hasty. Still, they seemed genuine enough.

Sure Keep him safe, will you?

I was aware It wasn't much of a message, but it was all she would need; Nat knew me too well to think I'd stay mad at her.

'So,' Sam said, when I had finished eating, and I had put down my phone, ‘are you going?' 'Going where?' Sam raised his eyebrows. 'The gala. I saw the flyers.' Flyers? Some brightly coloured papers seemed to hang before me. Curly font spelled out the date of a gala (or a masked ball) for all students. Apparently, it was going to be quite fancy. Now I thought about it, I recalled many people at school excitedly discussing the event. 'Oh, that... No, I don't think so.' 'Well, it's more than a month away,' Sam said confidently, like he was certain I would change my mind. This self-assuredness annoyed me. 'I’m really not going,' I stressed. 'Definitely not.' My guardian shrugged. ‘It might be good for you to go out. Be around people your own age.’ It was time to deploy my most efficient method to avoid topics I dislike: walking away. ‘Then let me go out,’ I smirked. ‘And as I am the same age as myself, I’ll be around people my own age, too.’ Before Sam could react, I sprinted to my room.

After changing into my workout clothes – shorts and a tank top –, I put in earbuds and let music fill my ears. Running never failed to calm me down. I didn't get tired easily, so sometimes I ran for hours on end without realising it. I was happy for the immense woods in which I could jog, without people staring at me or annoying me. So, today, like I had done many times before, I let myself absorb the sound of the music while my mind went blank. My heart beat steadily. My blood flowed rapidly. My feet stomped regularly against the soft dirt. Just running, only running.

Chapter Two

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