#[ odessa;; closet ]

[starkeyslibrary]

FALLING OUT OF FRAME | Part 1

pairing: you x drew starkey

The sound of Drew’s laugh filled the cozy apartment as you scrolled through your phone, settling deeper into the plush couch. It was a laugh you’d heard a thousand times – warm, genuine and utterly infectious. You glanced up to see him standing in the kitchen, stirring pasta sauce in a hoodie that he’d stolen from your side of the closet weeks ago. The sigh made your heart swell.

“How’s it going?” you asked, setting your phone aside.

“Almost done,” Drew said, flashing you a grin over his shoulder. “Hope you’re ready to be impressed by my gourmet skills.”

You chuckled, pulling your knees to your chest. “If it’s anything like last time, I should probably have the takeout app ready.”

Drew pretended to be offended, clutching his chest dramatically. “That was one time! And in my defense, the oven was possessed.”

Moments like this had become your favorite part of life with Drew – quiet, intimate evenings that felt words away from the chaos of Hollywood. For all the glitz and glam of his career, Drew was just Drew with you.

As you watched him carefully plate the pasta, you couldn’t help but feel proud of everything he’d accomplished. His latest role in the Hellraiser reboot was shaping up to be a major career move. And while you knew the spotlights came with challenges, you’d always been his biggest cheerleader.

Later that night, as the two of you lounged on the couch, Drew’s phone buzzed on the coffee table. He glanced at the screen, then sighed.

“It’s my manager,” he said, sitting up. “Give me a sec?”

“Of course,” you said, reaching for the remote to find something to watch.

Drew stepped into the next room, his voice low but audible enough for snippets to carry over.

“…. Press tours…. Odessa …. Chemistry angle?”

You tried to focus on the TV, but your curiosity got the better of you. Odessa A’Zion – Drew’s new co-star. You’d seen her name pop up recently in articles about the movie, paired with glowing reviews of her talent and personality. She seemed nice enough in interviews – bold and charming in a way that made you feel a little plain by comparison.

“Everything okay?” you asked, placing a comforting hand on his arm.

“Yeah,” he said, but his tone wasn’t convincing. “Just.. movie stuff. Our team thinks Odessa and I need to lean into the whole co-star chemistry thing for the press.”

“Chemistry thing?” you echoed, your brow furrowing.

“It’s all PR,” Drew said quickly, his hands finding yours. “They’re talking about a few staged photo ops, maybe some friendly banter during interviews. You know how it goes.”

You nodded slowly, even as an uneasy feeling settled in your chest. You did know how it went – Hollywood loved its narratives, and the lines between fiction and reality often blurred.

“It’s nothing to worry about,” Drew added, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “You’re the one I love, Y/N. Not Odessa. Never Odessa.”

You smiled softly, but the words didn’t erase the knot in your stomach.

The first set of paparazzi photos hit the internet like a wildfire: Drew and Odessa at a café, leaning across the table as if sharing a secret. Her laugh was captured mid-burst, her hand grazing his arm.

The headlines were just as dramatic as you’d feared: Drew Starkey and Odessa A ‘Zion’s Off-Screen Chemistry is Off the Charts!

You scrolled through the photos on your phone, bile rising in your throat. They were clearly staged, every angle too perfect to be a coincidence. But that didn’t make it easier to stomach.

The worst part was the comments. Fans fawned over the “new power couple”, dissecting every detail of their interactions. People who had once rooted for you and Drew now seemed eager to erase you from the narrative entirely.

When Drew came home that night, you tried to play it cool, but your unease must’ve shown.

“Hey” he said, dropping his bag by the door and crossing the room to kiss your forehead. “You okay?”

“Mmm, fine” you said, forcing a smile.

Drew studied you for a moment before glancing at your phone. His face fell as he recognized the photos.

“Y/N, I –“

“It’s okay,” you interrupted, setting the phone aside. “I know it’s just PR. It’s your job.”

Drew sat beside you, his hands wrapping around yours. “It doesn’t mean anything,” he said firmly. “You’re the one I come home to. You’re the one I love.”

You wanted to believe him. But as Drew kissed your temple and pulled you into his arms, the unease lingered, whispering doubts you weren’t ready to face.

TAGLIST: @princesspeach124 @idiotussupremus @eitaababe @13tter @drewsephrry @drewstarkeyzwhore @cooper8224 @maybankslover @elyseesarchive @ietss @hoelesslyt @wtfdudesblog

[pinkslipxox]

Seven Minutes in Heaven:

Summary: At a party you’re dared to go inside a closet with Billie where she confesses her feelings for you

Warnings: fluff ����

————————————————————————

Lively chatter and laughter echoed throughout the house as you stepped inside. People greeted you with smiles and friendly embraces. Yet your eyes were searching for your best friend, Billie, who had said that she was attending tonight’s party.

“Y/N!” the familiar sound of Odessa’s voice caught your attention. She gestured for you to come over. As you stepped closer, you could see that she was not alone. Sat on the couch with her were Claudia, Finneas, Zoe, and Billie.

“Hey, guys!” you greeted them.

“Here, Y/N. Take my spot,” Finneas said as he moved up to sit at the arm of the couch. With a smirk, Billie patted the now open space next to her, and you sat down.

“Hey, you. Glad you could make it,” Billie murmured softly as she wrapped your arm around your shoulder, giving you a one-armed hug.

“Thanks. I am, too,” you said with a smile.

It was actually Billie who had invited you to the party. While it wasn’t in your plans to go out tonight, you decided to go. It was also saw excuse for you to see her and spend time with her.

In a perfect world, Billie wouldn’t just be your best friend. You saw her more than just that. But never in a million years would you ever say it to her face. She’s Billie motherfucking Eilish. She’s already sought after by so many, more beautiful and attractive and interesting than you… why would she pursue you in the first place?

“How about we play Truth or Dare?” a partygoer slurs, whom you were unfamiliar with, and everyone either nodded or verbally voiced their opinion. A few other people who were nearby joined in, forming a small group around the couch.

“Alright.” Billie rubbed her hands together, her eyes glowing with a mixture of excitement and mischief. “Who wants to go first?”

The first few truths or dare consisted of Finneas drinking liquor out of someone’s boot, a guy and girl kissing, Zoe reading a salacious text message she sent thirty minutes ago, and Odessa revealing who she would kill, kiss and marry from the group.

“Y/N, truth or dare?” Finneas asked with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

“Dare,” you replied, surprising both yourself and the group.

Finneas smirked. “I dare you to go inside the closet with Billie for seven minutes.”

“What?” you gasped, feeling the color drain from your face. You swore that you were hearing things. At first you thought that Finneas was joking, but his smug expression said otherwise.

“Finneas!” Billie and Claudia exclaimed in perfect unison.

“It’s not funny,” Billie chided, slapping her brother’s arm.

“It’s just a dare, chill,” he defended between laughs. He then looked at his sister. “Unless you’re scared.”

“I’m not scared,” she snapped. If looks could kill, Finneas would be lying dead on the floor by now. She then stood up and looked at you, her eyes looking directly at yours with an intensity that almost left you without air.

Slowly, you nodded and stood up. A chorus of laughs and jeers from the group filled the air as the both of you made your way to the closet. Your heart was beating out of your chest. The door closed shut with a soft click of the lock. Billie was staring at you, biting her lip, and she took a cautious step forward.

“Billie, wait…” you began but Billie gently shushed you.

“Calm down, Y/N,” Billie murmured, her hands firmly on her shoulders. “I’m not going to do anything if you don’t want me to. In a way, Im glad this happened. I need to talk to you about something.”

“Alright,” you said softly. She then outstretched her hands, her ocean blue eyes silently pleading for you to take them, and you did. They were warm and comforting, and it made your heart flutter.

Billie took a deep breath before speaking. “I’ve had my eye on you for a while now, Y/N. And… I know you’ve had your eye on me, too.” She stood a bit straighter, keeping her composure yet the nerves were still evident in her eyes. “If you let me, Id love to take you out sometime. But that’s only if you want to.”

You were so stunned you couldn’t speak. In all your years of friendship, you had never seen Billie so vulnerable until now. Her confession made your heart swell and relief washed over you knowing that the feeling was mutual between you and Billie.

“Say something, Y/N, you’re making me nervous,” Billie chuckles awkwardly and you smile at her.

“I’d love to, Billie,” you said happily, making Billie visibly relax. Ever so gently, she pulled you into her, her hands on either side of your waist. “Why didn’t you ever say anything before?”

She chuckled softly. “I was scared. And everytime I tried to flirt with you in the past, you took it as a joke. So I stopped. I always thought you just saw me as a friend.”

“Oh, Billie…” you murmured, wrapping your arms around her neck.

“One minute, guys!” Odessa yelled from the other side of the door, causing the both of you to laugh.

“Only one minute left… what to do?” Billie mused, her tone playful, brushing her nose against yours.

You smirked. “I can think of something.”

“Oh, yeah?” Billie’s smirk mirrored yours as you slowly leaned in and closed the small gap between the two of you.

The kiss was soft and tender, speaking all the words of your newfound love for each other in a single gesture. Billie deepened the kiss as she held you tighter, her warm tongue brushing over your lip, and you parted your lips ever so slightly. But she didn’t dive into the opportunity, instead she trailed kisses along your jawline, and you moaned softly. Your eyes fluttered closed as she went down your neck, your collarbone, her hand delicately kneading your ass—

“Time’s up!” Finneas’ voice pierced through the blissful moment, making the two of your jump. Yet the two of your laughed, gently pressing your foreheads together.

Billie rolled her eyes playfully. “That jerk.”

“That went faster than I thought,” you said with a giggle, and Billie chuckled as she pulled away from you slightly. She kissed your forehead, letting her lips linger there for a moment before steaming another quick kiss from you.

“We’ll finish this later, baby,” she promised with a wink, and you couldn’t help but blush.

[bearsworld73]

I don't want her - Drew Starkey

Summary - Drew gets back from filming obx season 4, but he isn’t alone when he shows up.

Warnings - Cussing, being ignored, yelling, jealousy

Pairings - Drew Starkey & Reader

A/n: this is my first time writing on here so if I make any mistakes I’m sorry. Also if there is anything that needs changed in my writing please let me know!!

You have been texting Drew all day, telling him how you can't wait to see him. He texted you about 20 minutes ago that he was getting on the plane. Now you are cleaning up around the house, making sure everything is nice and tidy just for him. You've set candles up all around the house so it smells good when he gets home. You spent the rest of your time setting up a fruit bowl for Drew to snack on.

Once finished you sit down on one of the barstools, popping a few grapes in your mouth while scrolling through your twitter feed. You sit there for a hour, jumping up from your seat when you hear the door knob turning. However, when you open the door impatiently instead of Drew being in front of you it's Odessa.

“Hey girl!” She exclaims, her arms reaching out towards you. You quickly wipe the confused and disappointed expression off of your face, masking the disappointment with a big fake smile. You hold your arms out and wrap your arms around her. “How have you been?” She asks like she gives a shit.

“Lonely. It feels like Drew has been gone for years!” You force a laugh out, pulling yourself out of her embrace. Your eyes shift to Drew, giving him a glare out of annoyance. You turn around, grabbing a grape and popping in your mouth. “I made this today so feel free to eat it.” You offer nicely, turning your head to look at both of them. “I’m going to take a shower!” You excuse yourself, walking up the stairs to you and Drew’s room.

Once the shower was warm enough you stepped in, releasing a long sigh at the warm water. You hear the bathroom door open, along with Drews sighs. You finish up in the shower and step out with your hand holding the towel wrapped around your body tightly. Not to your surprise Drew is leaving against the counter.

“Baby-” Drew starts but you cut him off quickly with a raise of your hand.

“What the actual fuck were you thinking?” You ask, your voice getting louder with every word. He stands there with his hands in his pockets and his head down. You scoff when he doesn't answer you. “Cat got your tongue Drew?” You say, hands now resting on your hips. Finally he raises his head, running his hands over his face.

“She doesn't have a place to stay at right now so I offered her to stay here.” He explains, coming over to you.

“You didn't even ask me if it was okay! You know how I feel about her.” You yell at him, walking past him into the closet. “Plus who knows what she’ll try to pull while you're here and I'm somewhere else!” You exclaim, throwing your hands up when he turns you around to face him.

“Baby I only want you. I don't want her and nothing or anyone could ever make me want her more than I want you. Just let her stay tonight, then tomorrow when you wake up she'll be gone.” He says softly, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You sigh, slowly nodding your head. He smiles sweetly, bringing his lips down to yours and kissing you gently.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Well, this is different- not sure about the look they were going for, but they sure do love the color terra-cotta, and it would take a lot to cover it all, if buyers don't like it. The 2010 home in Odessa, TX has 3bds, 3ba, and they're asking $1,449,995.

Gigantic living area has interesting wood accents.

That upper floor looks so different in style.

Very open concept- the kitchen looks so far away.

Okay, so the kitchen is in this corner. It's large, they have a pair of medieval chandeliers over the counter, and I see that they took the stove. This house is so dark.

I wonder if they did the stair finish themselves.

There's a row of windows, but the room is dark. Looks like they removed a chandelier. The house does need some work and updating.

I'm getting confused, now. This room appears to be in the middle.

Wait, whose cat is that on the stairs? It looks like they've already moved out. I don't know where these stairs go, either.

Maybe the stairs come up to this room. This is the round part of the house you can see from outside.

I don't know what this is. If it's the view, I wouldn't advertise it.

Small room.

Maybe this is a bedroom or a TV room.

Hall leading to a bath.

Looks like someone's bedroom in there. Good, then someone's here w/the cat.

Large room. I'm so confused.

This looks like the primary bedroom.

It has a walk-in closet.

And, a weird en-suite. I'm guessing the round thing is a shower.

The back of the home has a long covered patio, but the yard is a mess.

You get this outbuilding that has 2 rental apts.

Plus a cool Quonset hut.

The land measures 20 acres.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/955-S-Knox-Ave-Odessa-TX-79763/83765936_zpid/

[spnbabe67]

She Keeps Me Up

Kinktober Day 20: Uniform Kink

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Original Female Character

Warnings: Smut, PiV, Fingering, Soldier Boy

Summary: Odessa just can't resist Ben when he wears his suit

Word Count: 1775

Authors Note: Title (and fic to some extent) based off the song She Keeps Me Up by Nickleback

Fills my square "Uniform Kink" for @anyfandomgoesbingo

If you were a Supe, then you got a suit, regardless of if you were one of Vought’s shining stars, or one of the washed up C listers. Vought tailors made each one to fit like a glove, adapting to each Supe’s powers or abilities, keeping in mind their image. Decades and Decades ago when Odessa first met Ben, all arrogant and half-cocked, he rarely wore his suit around her. Their trysts had existed outside his war hero persona, so the uniform rarely made an appearance. The dark green suit now lived on a hanger in the closet in their apartment, collecting dust, except for the rare times Ben decided to pull it out either for a mission with Butcher and his merry band of misfits, or just for the hell of it. 

Odessa was sitting on the counter in their apartment waiting for her cup of coffee to finish percolating when the sound of a key sliding into the lock pulled her attention from the crossword puzzle she’d been trying to finish. Ben trudged through the door, shutting it behind him as he made to walk over to her. 

Odessa didn’t look up from the black and white page. “I know you weren’t about to track god knows what through this apartment on those boots of yours.” 

She smirked to herself as Ben cursed, but shuffled back to the door. The sound of boots thunking to the mat beside the entrance resonated through the empty apartment. She glanced up, drinking in the sight of him prowling further into the apartment. His forest green suit was tailored to fit him like a second skin, and it really showed. There was enough slack for movement, obviously, but it did little to hide the outline of his muscular physique. Unlike that prick Homelander, there was absolutely no padding under the material, just pure American muscle. As rare a sight it was to see him all decked out in his regalia, man it did something to her. At least this time he wasn’t coming home covered in blood she’d have to wash off it later. Not that she minded it, it wouldn’t be the first time they’d gotten his suit dirty in their own way with dirt and other suspicious materials still coating him. 

“The things I do for you, woman.” Ben grumbled, gesturing at where she was perched on the counter as he slung off his crimson gloves. “Are the stools broken?”

Odessa set aside the crossword, setting her legs wider as Ben came to stand between them, the rough material of his suit brushing against the insides of her bare thighs. “No.”

“Then why in the fuck are you sitting on the counter and not on a stool?”

Odessa cocked her head to the side, pursing her lips in mock contemplation. “Let’s see. Because I can?” 

Ben huffed. “Woman-”

“Fine, fine.” Odessa threw up her hands, a grin plastered across her lips as she started to shimmy off the granite (or supposedly granite) countertop. “I’ll get down.”

Ben gripped her thighs over her boxers, his boxers, keeping her in place. The green in his eyes was predominant, set off by the nearly matching hue of his suit as he stared her down. “You’re already up there.” She watched as his pupils dilated as he surveyed her with purely predatory intent.

“Welcome home, my love.” Odessa purred, reaching up to grip his chin.

She leaned forward, kissing him deeply, roughly. Odessa could taste the weed and booze that was almost a constant on his tongue as she swept her own into his mouth. The grip Ben had on her thighs tightened, and if it weren’t for her own Supe durability, Odessa was sure he’d be leaving bruises. That was the one downside, or upside depending on how she looked at it. She never had to worry about covering up the hickeys or bruises, even though modern cosmetics was light years better than what they had back in the 30’s

“You know how fucking sexy you are comin’ in here wearing that suit?” Odessa purred into his mouth. 

Ben made a low sound in the back of his throat as Odessa traced the contours of his suit, her finger ghosting across the eagle insignia, traced the star in the middle of his chest, trailing down along the buckles of his suit until she gripped the cool metal of his belt, pulling him closer to her. 

“Oh yeah?” Ben challenged her, nipping at her lower lip. “The old uniform’s got you all hot and bothered?”

Odessa gripped his hand, peeling it from her thigh. She pulled back from his mouth as she shoved his hand down the front of her boxers, letting him feel the way she was already soaked. 

“Jesus fuck.” Ben cursed, feeling his cock twitch in his uniform. “All this for me?”

Cocky son of a bitch. “No, it’s for the hot chick who lives across the hall. She came out to grab her food today wearing these tiny little shorts and a shirt so tight I could see-” 

Odessa was cut off from her teasing as Ben harshly slipped two fingers into her, turning her words into a ragged moan. Her hand gripped his wrist, back arching towards him at the sudden fullness. 

“Mouthy today, aren’t we?” Ben trailed kisses down her neck, his neatly trimmed beard scratchy against her skin. 

Odessa chuckled lowly, eyes fluttering shut as Ben curled his fingers inside her, calloused pads tapping that one spot that had her bucking her hips. “You love it, don’t even try and deny it.”

“Yeah, and if you don’t fix that attitude I’m gonna give it something to keep it occupied.” She involuntarily clenched around his fingers at that, making Ben laugh darkly. 

Odessa found her hand threading through his hair. He was gonna a haircut soon, the ends were starting to get shaggy and rough. Ben’s hand that wasn’t shoved knuckle deep in her pussy slipped under her tank top, big hands completely enveloping her breast, kneading it in time with his fingers sliding in and out of her. Her breath caught as she felt Ben lean in, dragging his tongue up the exposed column of her neck all the way from the hollow between her collarbones to the junction of her jaw and neck. Just as her toes started to curl, that euphoric feeling on the horizon, inches from spilling over her, Ben completely pulled away from her. 

“Asshole.” Odessa huffed.

It was Ben’s turn to grip her chin in his hand, tipping her head back up. Even with her propped up on the counter, he still had her by a couple inches. His pupils were blown wide now, and Odessa knew it wasn’t from the drugs that were no doubt coursing through his veins if the taste of cocaine on his tongue had any indication. With their preternatural metabolisms the substance was most likely on the outs of his system.

“The only place you’re cumming is on my cock. Got it?”

Odessa leaned forward, gripping his painfully hard cock over his uniform. “Then get on with it already.” She sank her teeth into his lower lip. 

It was a frenzy of Ben ripping his boxers from her lower half, Odessa pulling her shirt over her head. She undid the flap at the front of his pants, freeing his cock from its confines. Ben gripped her legs, spreading them further apart, propping one on the edge of the counter, baring her dripping pussy to him. 

Odessa hissed through her teeth at the first stretch of him. He was so damn big, no matter how many times they found themselves tangled up, it was always an adjustment. She threaded her fingers back through his hair, pulling her lips back to her own as his thrusts gained speed until he set a punishing rhythm. His uniform was harsh against the soft skin on the insides of her thighs as he fucked into her roughly. 

“That’s it, Dessa. Open up for me baby.” Ben sank his teeth into her shoulder, but she knew it wouldn’t leave much more than an indent against her skin.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging him to go harder, faster. Ben felt so good, the scratchiness of his beard against her neck, his wandering hands that found infinite places to squeeze and knead and stroke. Odessa explored every niche and groove of his suit, fingers catching on buckles and snaps and leather straps that held the whole thing to the broad expanse of his body. Normally, she liked to feel Ben’s skin against hers, dig her nails into the golden tan skin, feel the unnatural warmth of him attributed to that nuclear core nestled in his chest. But for this, the form he cut in this suit, for this she’d make an exception.

Her clit was already extra sensitive from her ruined orgasm, so every time his hips brushed against hers, the seam of his suit rubbed up against the throbbing bud with delicious friction. Her inner walls gripped down on him, so filled with sensations it was hard to keep her thoughts straight.

“God, Dess, you’re always so tight around me.” Ben groaned into her mouth

Odessa breathed his name, a plea, a warning against the growing heat between her legs that only grew with each snap of his hips into hers. She clung to him, her fingers finding purchase on the edges of his suit as a particularly harsh thrust into her had her keening, coming hard on him. Ben cursed, his fingers curling around her sides as he wildly fucked into her until he came, a low, ragged moan falling from his lips. 

Both of them panted, Odessa resting her head back against the cabinets behind her. She whimpered as Ben carefully pulled out of her, tucking himself back into his pants. He took hold of her jaw again, this time holding her softly, gently as he pressed his lips back to hers. Odessa smiled into the kiss, patting his shoulder. 

“C’mon, lover. Go get cleaned up and I’ll heat you up something to eat.”

Ben’s responding grin was nothing short of feline and Odessa knew she was in for something. “I already know what I want to eat.”

Odessa didn’t have time to react as Ben grasped her hips, lifting her off the counter, slinging her over his shoulder. She yelped as his hand swatted her bare ass, but it quickly dissolved into laughter that filled their apartment as he walked them both into their bedroom down the hall.

[bunnytornado]

Between a Desk and a Hard Place Chapter 3 TW: Drugs

Cross-posted on Archive of Our Own

Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

I squirmed as Lucifer’s eyes locked on me. He swirled his whiskey slowly, giving off a patient air to his presence. “I um…don’t know exactly where to begin...”

“Why, from the beginning of course. Which events led you to this pit of eternal damnation? What led you astray from the normal direct path of a mortal,” Lucifer purred and leaned forward, his eyes glowing with interest. “Come now, you can’t play coy now, my little Bunny.”

“Well… I guess,” I started and took a deep breath to calm my nerves. “I was spending the night at a friend’s house. Her name was Odessa, and she was my best friend.”

~~2 Weeks Prior~~

“Thank you for coming over, Christine! I really appreciate it. With my boyfriend being out of town, I was scared to stay alone,” Odessa said and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “We are going to have so much fun!”

I laughed and shrugged her off. “Get off! And yeah, we will! He’s staying away for the weekend, right? Business trip?”

“Yeah, Vincent was adamant about going on this one. But that just means we get to finally spend some time together.” Odessa led me inside. “Anything you want to do this weekend?”

“Horror movies! With lots of popcorn!” A squeal comes from me, Odessa was always down for horror movies. “Oh, and obviously horror video games. I never get to play them at home! Zachary is never up for them.”

“Sounds like a plan! I’ll get started on dinner, and you can pick one out.” With that, Odessa turned and went into the kitchen. As she entered the kitchen, her eyes narrowed dangerously as she glanced at the unmarked bottle sitting on the counter, something she had procured just for tonight. A dark smile formed as she thought of how things would play out.

While Odessa cooked, I started to scroll through Shudder. I knew I wanted something truly terrifying. I landed on Sinister, and my face broke out into a smile. “Yes! How does Sinister sound?”

“Sounds awesome! I haven’t seen that one yet,” Odessa yelled from the kitchen. “Find us also the Horror game! Dinner should be ready in about fifteen minutes or so.”

Scrolling through the gaming catalog on the Nvidia streamer, I frowned as I couldn’t decide on a good Horror game. I finally settled on one of my old-time favorites. “Murdered: Soul Suspect sound good to you?”

Odessa’s eyes rolled unseen, but she humored her friend. “Yeah! I used to play that one all the time. Never did 100% it,” a reply came from the kitchen.

I stood up and stretched, grabbing my bag to take to the spare room I would be staying in. I dropped my bag off there and noticed a strange smell. It smelled like something had died. I looked under the bed, in the closet, and around the room. It wouldn’t be the first time Odessa’s house had a stray animal die in it.

Leaving the bedroom, I saw Odessa setting the dining room table. “Hey Odessa, I noticed there is a strange smell by the bedrooms. I think another animal may have gotten into the walls.”

“Oh no, not again! I’ll call for the landlord to check it out,” Odessa exclaimed, putting on an air of shock and concern. “If it smells too bad, you can sleep on the couch tonight? I’ll put in an emergency call after dinner.”

“Thanks Ody, I’ll take you up on it. It smells rank.”

As we sit down, our conversation turns to happier things. Events from work, funny jokes our boyfriends told us. Simple matters.

As I ate, I started to feel a bit lightheaded. I brushed it off as simply being exhausted. After twenty minutes, I still hadn’t finished my food, and I couldn’t even focus on finishing it. The food and even Odessa were blurred as I tried to narrow my eyes to clear the blurring. “Ody… I don’t feel so good.” I went to stand up and the world started to spin. I tried to shake it off, but had to grab onto my chair, almost falling over with it as the world seemed to tip.

Instantly, Odessa stood up and caught me. “Easy Christine. Let’s get you seated. You aren’t looking so well,” Odessa stated calmly and guided me to the couch. The last thing I saw before the world darkened was Odessa’s dark grin as I passed out.

[brainrotqueen]

If I may make a request,

Junker Queen x Trans!Fem where JQ learns the other is trans and helps them through dysphoria? So angst then fluff?

Ahhhh great request ofc I'll so it!

Junkerqueen x Trans!fem!reader

Warnings:angst, misgendering/tramsphobia (not by Jq) ,dysphoria

_____________________________

You and Jq have been together for a few months at this point

You became fairly well known in Junkertown because of this which came with both some fame and those who hated you which made you kind of keep your head low when you could

This didn't work well as Junkerqueen loved showing off you and how much she loves you almost like a trophy

Because of this coming out to her became hard, you've known for awhile now that you were trans and you stayed closeted about it as you didn't want to hurt your own or hers repersebtation

You tried to bear with it but it was becoming too much and the dysphoria overwhelmed you and that night you were crying in bed suddenly as you ans Junkerqueen layed there much to her shock

At first she worried she made a mistake and was a bit worried but you began holding her closely and she held you close

"Whats the matta' babe? Did some fucker try upsettin you again?! Just tell me who and I'll make sure Gracie tears them a new one!"

You noticed her anger rising a bit not at you but at this hypothetical person and tried calming her

"N-no Odessa! It's just ... I have been keeping this from you for awhile but ..I think I am transgender it's just my body my voice my everything doesn't feel to allign with who I am on the inside..."

She was a bit confused at first not by what being transgender is but why you haven't told her before

She was wondering if she hasn't shown enough support to you? Or if she has been giving off signs you would hate her for it?

You continued your explanation about her reputation she had to upkeep and she scoffed

"Mate, I don't give two shits if people don't like it, you are what matters to me.. if it makes you happiest then you can be out, I'm sure I can find someone to get ya those..um you know those ... transgender chemicals?"

You giggled a bit by what she called it and smiled "Estrogen?"

"Yeah! That stuff, and trust me I know a doc near the other side of Junkertown who does alot of surgery stuff in case you want any surgeries to like your body better, if you really want I think he can even do body mod stuff with it if you want it"

You hugged her tight as she wipes off your tears which some have begun to dry

You tell her the preferred name you want or if you don't have one yet you can ask for her thoughts for one though alot of her suggest while interesting sound more like gladitorial arena names

With your permission she would announce to the town that there would be a new queen in junkertown which had people talking and qhen she announced your new name you came out smiling shyly , it has been a week since you started estrogen so not really any change yet , but you also had more gender affirming clothing and felt happy

Overall it was a mixed opinion but in the end nobody deeply cared and just saw it as a small thing

However some people had alot stronger thoughts on it

Later after her daily duties as queen the two of you were at a bar relaxing with eachother and she stepped out to use the bathroom

You watched her drink and kept drinking yours until someone approached harassing you

You had tried to ignore him hearing slurs thrown at you , misgendering, trying to get a reaction, other people are the bar whispered about it but not getting involved but they all went quiet sudden

He kept throwing insults at you to the point a couple tears rolled down your face

While beginning to say another one he was stopped and fell face first into the floor, he was shoved down there by the queen herself

After that Odessa came to comfort you hugging you and asking if you could to tell her everything that he said to you and though it was hard you did

As you were telling her the man now a bit weak got up and tried walking quietly away but she grabbed him by the collar before he did get away

"Now listen here mate , for every insult amd slur you threw at my girl I will throw 1 punch to your face, got it?"

You turned around as it happened unable to watch as she beat him pretty roughly making the final blow the hardest knocking him out , she then turned and looked around seeing if anyone else had anything to say to you and people put there heads down

"See babe? I told you we would be fine now cmon let's head back already"

Done!! I hope it was ok

Also side not I didn't know how to include this bur I imagined if the reader is tall and has dysphoria about it and tells Junkerqueen about she would snort laugh and tell you it doesn't make you less of a women and remind you she is 7 feet tall.

[decrepitdeer]

For the sake of his own safety I'm going to say those are his own clothes that he definitely didn't steal from Odessa's closet

[prcdo]

have you heard from NICOLAS PRADO yet? back home they’re said to work as a REAL ESTATE COPYWRITER.  before this trip to blackwood pines, i’ve heard that they’re known to be ACTIVE, JOCULAR, AND ADAPTABLE. but on the downside, they’re known to be BRASH, COMPETITIVE AND BLUNT. when you think about them, you’ll probably see JERSEY NUMBERS WORN LIKE MILITARY MEDALS, BURST BOXING BAGS, CRUSHED SODA CANS, TARNISHED TROPHIES, AND KNUCKLES BRUISED TO THE HUE OF BUSINESS SUITS. and because of that, i would say that they’re known to be THE JOCK.

STATS. 

full name.  nicolas meza prado. 

nicknames.  nick is, in fact, his preferred name. nods at variations thereof with the notable exception of nicky.

date of birth.  13 october. 

place of birth.  odessa, texas, usa.  

current residence.  detroit, michigan, usa. 

languages.  fluent in english and spanish.

education.  has an mba from michigan state. paid for by a sports scholarship, of course.

occupation.  real estate copywriter. 

gender.  cisgender male. he/him. 

orientation.  bisexual. 

marital status.  dating, more often than not.

family.  a father, a mother, and two siblings sandwiching him into a suffocating space stuffed with birth order stereotypes.

PERSONALITY. 

the brief.  in one word, nick is winning. not a moment in his life has been spent without incredible drive, nor with any consideration as to local speed limits. he holds his head high and, in the process, can lose track of the bigger picture as easily as he can paint a new landscape of goals with loaded words and laborious action. whether this is concerning or endearing depends on a lot of factors, but he’s not dead yet, so he can’t be too insufferable. or maybe the team just needs some muscle. that’s probably it.

the good.  nick wants to help people. although he’s a primary proponent of self-love, he leads by example and is eager to learn whatever he can from whoever he can – the dumb jock stereotype didn’t pop up without any strict basis in reality, after all – and he’d sooner exile himself to an athlete’s foot locker than force someone to take a risk he wouldn’t seize first. 

the bad.  nick wants to help people with the absolute outlier of himself. he builds his plans around others, if he has any plans at all, yet has shoved his expectations for everyone above the stratosphere to the point where he feels personally degraded should anyone reject his get-pushed-in-the-pool-to-learn-how-to-swim teaching techniques. he does not deal well with having his opinions ignored in any capacity and nurses grudges as well as anyone with a doctorate in self-centredness would.

the ugly.  nick needs to be needed. being disliked macerates his mind into this mush of desperate people-pleasing, even if he knows the only path to justice is the one paved with potholes. if a friend asked him to jump off a cliff, he’d only ask if they wanted to film him doing a flip on the way down.

APPEARANCE. 

height.   5’9. good posture and a gleaming smile had most intramural coaches thinking otherwise.

build.  athletic, with a mean leanness that puts both his obsessive gym-going in adolescence and overwhelmingly green diet in adulthood on full blast. you know, as if he’s not enthusiastic enough about divulging all the sordid, sweaty

style.  comfort over couture. everything in his closet but his collection of immaculate basketball sneakers is best described as devil-may-care. colours stay neutral and t-shirt graphics stay slightly crude. sleeves must be rolled up regardless of weather and whether he’s even wearing something with long sleeves.

notable features.  jet black hair styled with water and confidence. the uncertain beginnings of a bristly moustache. a tattoo of the number one in a compact collegiate font on his right shoulder blade.

BIOGRAPHY.  content warnings for brief mentions of hazing and injury.

tl;dr.  annoyingly smirky middle child stomps his way into acquiring eldest child syndrome + a humiliating defeat to cap off his last collegiate basketball season, and proceeds to do everything in his power to not become the guy who peaked in school. which actually amounts to just throwing himself into work with little regard for sleep schedule or personal relationships, but a quick winter getaway could help him unwind a little, right? right.

first quarter.  nick’s a good kid, but good isn’t always good enough. his parents drill that lesson into his skull as soon as he’s out the hospital and in the prado household’s singular bedroom. they do it unintentionally, which is how they do a lot of things, but however much he wants to play hercules by hurling his weight around the run-down playground, every time he slices one head off the hydra of approval by joining this club or scoring that letter, another two pop up in its place, born of his brothers’ very existence. the one who came before him is their meal ticket making his way through med school, the one who came after him is already on track to become an accountant, and he’s… good at throwing things in hoops. things being homework, hoops being over trash bins. but he’s always been a good-natured kid, so when he secures a spot on the jv basketball team after trying out as a total joke, he soaks up the sugared electrolytes, the electric sound of applause, and the endless opportunities to sink his energy into something until the end of time. or until 6pm. you know, whenever practice ends.

second quarter.  nick’s a good guy. his parents call him the fun one, which might not be a compliment, but warping any and all descriptors into compliments is how nick’s become something of a casanova and kept his name relatively clear of any scandals. that is, until he semi-consciously continues a secret hazing ritual that results in the severe incapacitation of his fraternity brothers and a wicked hangover that, gasp, results in him ruining the next week’s championship game. then he blows his birthday money on veneers of all kinds to coast through police interviews and changes his course from sports officiating to business administration. then he realises that being impressive is way more important to the status of being good than making a squeaky-clean good impression.

third quarter.  nick’s living the good life. sure, he’s got little to no time for recreation, but he’s strongarmed his way up the corporate ladder and isn’t coming down at any cost. also, he can still toss his assignments in the trash can. he’s got a photocopier now. his friends tell him there’s no place better than blackwood pines, and if only to prove them wrong (and maybe prevent himself from getting hypertension at thirty) nick brings himself and a basketball along for the ride to the rockies.

fourth quarter.  nick’s story may or may not have a good ending. aka this is the part where i’ll put summaries of all super important life-changing in-character events so i don’t lose track of them <3

MISCELLANEOUS. 

radio.  beastie boys. no doubt. oasis. rage against the machine. red hot chili peppers.

potential relationships.

childhood friends.  people who witnessed his evolution from tryhard to hard-ass and has, by some miracle, decided to stick around. nick’s definitely drafted up at least one microsoft word nda regarding his tragic past and its secrecy for these folks. whether or not they unblocked him long enough to read the final document is trivial.

college classmates.  nick may or may not be the reason the general public does not desire a 5’9 brown-eyed man in finance. while not as egoistic as he was in his younger years, his enthusiasm for extra credit was well recorded.

former teammates.  while he never went pro, nick’s played basketball for as long as he’s been alive and was a volunteer coach at a couple of summer camps in his must-join-every-extracurricular-ever-or-perish days. whether you knew him as the point guard of your dreams or the gatorade purist of your nightmares, nick was sure to make games interesting.

gym sibs.  they stay hungry, they devour, put in the work, put in the hours, et cetera.

former coworkers/clients/employers.  nick’s had a host of less-than-dignified jobs with less-than-humane pay, including but not limited to arcade janitor, junior assistant dishwasher at a fast food joint, and human directional.

current coworkers/clients/employers.  being a real estate agent isn’t much more dignified when you get to the cold calling, door-slamming phase, but at least nick gets to do it in a fancy suit! and maybe you want to do things in a fancy suit too. or own a beautiful home in the suburbs with so much fluorescent lighting you’ll never think of going to the hospital again.

flings.  nick commits to everything except for relationships. go figure. he’s never lied about what he wants out of a night or two, but he has driven off way more than two dates by insulting their interior decorating skills during pillow talk.

assorted headcanons.  has a southern twang to his voice that gets exponentially stronger on the rare occasion he experiences an emotion aside from pride. says that he bikes everywhere for health reasons but has actually been banned from several buses for playing his super hype playlists without headphones. also hates cars because the smell and sight of exhaust pipe smoke reminds him of his older brother lolol. doesn’t curse much in general but absolutely refuses to do so in the presence of a lady thanks to mami, even if she has a sailor’s mouth of her own. very physically, if not emotionally, protective; will not hesitate to be someone’s meat shield in any given situation.

[dulcie-hernandez]

Am I Making You Proud? || Self-Para

The peak of Dulcie's intoxication had seemed to pass and as she started to settle down, she found herself in great need of some fresh air, especially as more and more couples started to make out around her. She told Odessa she'd be right back and slipped out the back door of the club, grateful as the cool air hit her. Even more grateful when she found the back alley empty. The muffled sound of the music was comforting as she found a crate to sit on and slip off her heels for a moment. It was definitely one of the better pride events she had been to lately and though her month was sure to be full of them, she couldn't say she was exactly ecstatic about all of them. Most of the time they often made her think too much about her loneliness, about the lingering eagerness that came along with wanting to be in a relationship.

As she thought about it, her phone buzzed and she pulled it out of her dress pocket, smiling to herself as she saw her sister's name and a text asking how her night was going. She wondered if her sister could feel it in the universe that she was having this melancholy moment with herself. She hesitated in texting her back, instead scrolling through her recent texts, smiling as she clicked on her family's group chat. A couple of days earlier her father had sent a rainbow emoji with a 'Happy Pride' message followed by a rainbow gif from her mother. Her sister had called them corny but had sent her own message, accompanied by the tik tok clip of someone saying 'be who you are for your pride.." it made her laugh all over again and before she could stop herself, she found tears coming to eyes.

There had been a time where she could have never fathomed this happening. Where the idea of admitting even to herself that she was gay felt like the most terrifying thing in the world. If her younger self could see her now...the thought brought on more tears and she set her phone in her lap as she brought her hands to her face. She knew she was drunk but she also knew that these were feelings she rarely let herself dwell on because most of the time it hurt. It hurt to think about all the time she spent keeping quiet, watching from the sidelines and she supposed in some ways she still felt the same.

But things weren't the same. She wasn't that same scared teenager, longing for her best friends affection or attention. She wasn't hiding in that closet, so sure that God would hate her, that she'd be the biggest disappointment to her parents. She had fallen in love, gotten her heartbroken, in fact tonight she had already run into two of her exes. One who she was still on great terms with and whose partner she loved and another who she had avoided. A full lesbian experience depending on who you asked. She had made out with women she had never seen again, danced and laughed and learned so much about herself. Her confidence had grown tremendously and though her pickup lines were somewhat cheesy and she hadn't been in a relationship in over two years, when she really thought about it - she was happy. Not only that, she was comfortable in her skin. And when she looked at herself in the mirror, she genuinely loved the person looking back at her.

In the past couple of years, she had found her relationship with God again. She had seen how much it grounded her and understood now that whatever spirit was flying around in the sky loved her exactly as she was. Her family loved her. Her friends loved her. Dulcie was loved. Deeply and infinitely. In a way her teenage self could have never imagined or dared to dream of. She was so far from that Dulcie. The one who used to pull uncomfortably at her uniform skirt while pretending not to look at other girls in theirs. The girl who kept her head in the books and did everything she could to not disturb the trust of her parents and teachers. The girl who lived in fear every single day.

The tears were flowing freely now and she had to laugh at herself as she started to wipe at her face. Maybe she hadn't given herself enough credit for how much she had grown and learn. She knew she didn't. She had been too focused on being hard on herself. But tonight, sitting in the Kat's back alley, she could admit that she was so proud of who she had become. And though her teenage self would likely be a judgmental little bitch about it, she still felt confident that even that version of herself would be proud.

"Get it together," she mumbled to herself, laughing as she slid her heels back on, texted her sister that she was having a great time and got back to her feet. Inspired by the feeling that she hadn't come this far just to sit on the sidelines again, she took a deep breath and opened the door and went back inside, in search of her friends and all of the love (and alcohol) she deserved.

[its-moopoint]

Weekend debate between sane and delusional OL fans. 🤪

Anonymous asked:

But what if they’re not hiding 5 children? That’s a lot to accuse them of based solely on how a woman looks in some photographs.

odessa-2

Oh but they are.

gabysachs

Based on the evidence that we've been seen for years it is certain that there is more than a child, at least 3 or 4 but not 5.

caligirl22

Where exactly are they hiding these five children? In a closet? A dungeon? Do the kids go to school? Has everyone who’s ever seen them been paid off? Have they never left wherever they’re being kept, like some sort of Scottish Flowers in the Attic type situation? LMAO. There’s zero evidence these children exist except in the fevered brains of people who can’t accept that two actors they like aren’t together in real life. It’s mentally deranged at this point. You should all seek help.

shoutlandish

@caligirl22 I won’t call you names and curse you with insults like you just did, but I will say that if you can’t see from the abundant visual evidence that C has been pregnant multiple times since 2016, then you don’t want to see it.

caligirl22

So I ask you again. If they have all these children, where are they? You all constantly claim they have multiple kids and then never expand on that. Where do these kids live? Why has no one ever seen them? Are they all homeschooled to keep their existence a secret? Do none of them have any friends and friends parents who know they exist and therefore must all be paid off not to reveal it? I’m not the one not seeing the truth. But please, answer my questions. Where are they all?

shoutlandish

@caligirl22 We never see Tony bopping around Glasgow, either. We don’t see photos of him or hear gossip about him, with or without Cait. So I guess that means he doesn’t live there with Cait. I don’t know where Cait & Sam are. I can only imagine that they are living a normal and quiet life in Scotland somewhere where nobody cares what we think about them.

caligirl22

There are lots of pictures of Tony. He’s also not a celebrity, so people aren’t trying to catch him on camera. Your claim is that five children exist and yet somehow have never been seen with their parents. Why won’t you answer my questions? Where do they live? The eldest ones you claim exist are definitely school age. Do they not go?

shoutlandish

@caligirl22 I have not seen photos of the children in Scotland, nor in LA. I doubt there are any paparazzi who would bother seeking any. I don’t think such photos would sell. In Scotland they’re not celebrities; they’re just a regular family, and they live like natives, I suppose. It’s actually a great place to live away from the spotlight. Anyway, I don’t need to see them to know that they exist because I have recognized Caitriona’s pregnancies.

caligirl22

So your argument is that Sam Heughan, a man who’s instantly spotted by the fandom everywhere he goes, is out and about with his five children all the time in Scotland but no one just ever takes a picture? Lol. Okay. There’s something wrong with you all for insisting a women gave birth five times when you have zero evidence of it, except for the fact that you long for it to be true. It’s sad actually. Your need to believe it broke your brains.

shoutlandish

@caligirl22 I think it’s sadder that you believe outrageous lies without ever questioning any of it. What you take as gospel my brain perceives as utter nonsense. However, I am not hostile toward you over your lack of observation and critical thinking skills. I just shake my head, let it go, and move on. Try it.

poughkeepsielass

@shoutlandish You’re a better woman than I am to bother arguing with her. The B* is now blocked.

caligirl22

I have. Lots of times. After I discovered the show fairly recently, I was shocked to discover there are so many nuts out there who believe - with zero evidence - that they’re married with five secret kids who have somehow magically never been spotted anywhere. But Sam and Cait seem like good people and I just got sick of you all being so awful to them & especially for Cait, lying that she’s not married and her child is Sam’s. That’s awful, hateful behavior to display towards anyone.

shoutlandish

@caligirl22 Ah, well, you are new. That explains a lot. Stick around. Follow lots of blogs here (not the haters, though; they’re too upsetting); eventually you will see the evidence that has accumulated over the years. There’s a ton. I’ve seen it all.

caligirl22

I wouldn’t consider two years new. I just haven’t been living my life around the fact that two actors have secretly hidden 5 human beings for nine plus years like you all. No, there’s no evidence. There’s things you all claim is evidence because you want to believe it so badly. But actual evidence? There’s zero. I just find it amazing that you’re all so awful that you don’t even feel a tiny bit bad about crapping on their real partners and kids like this, but it shows your true colors.

emel98

A man with father issues who plays a dedicated father for almost a decade is accused of hiding his paternity for the sake of fame and female following and tptb decision. Hmmmmm. Likely no.

shoutlandish

@emel98 If there is a birth certificate it would be all over Tumblr. Quit deliberately misleading people. If you can’t support your beliefs with concrete evidence or even some logic, then go away.

onsotel67

@caligirl22 I’ve been around since June 2022. Never in my life have I seen such a pile of circumstantial shit. I support your questions completely. There is no evidence to support these horrific rumours and attacks on 2 exceptional actors and people, and their families and friends. I decided to come here to find out what the fuss was about. Oh my word! Did I find a labyrinth of twisted minds, photoshopped images, blurry and nondescript evidence.

caligirl22

@onsotel67 Thank you! It’s honestly the craziest thing I’ve ever seen! Besides the fact that no one can hide five kids, Starz would be literally beside themselves with joy if they were a real life couple. The marketing opportunities and eyes that would bring their show! They would never forbid them to be together, even if they could, which they cannot. People claiming that are ridiculous. The ones lying about them aren’t fans, they’re just nuts who need something else in their lives.

caligirl22

@shoutlandish So you literally only follow people who confirm the beliefs you already hold and tell you what you want to hear and that’s your “evidence?” Come on now. If there was actual evidence, you’d be able to show something concrete. You can’t. Not one single actual thing proving they’re together and have kids. Because it’s all made up nonsense by people who can’t accept that a TV couple isn’t together in real life. People who attack their real life partners. It’s gross.

bellajustbella

I have seen a photo was on Instagram very briefly. Around the time of the infamous wedding. It was of Cait supervising a little girl on a trampoline. It was posted by the owner of an air’b’n’b in Spain welcoming Cait, Sam and their family to her property. No I didn’t take a screenshot. I was new to IG at the time and was in total shock at what I saw. It was one of a few separate photos. They were there one minute, gone the next. But I KNOW what I saw.

caligirl22

@shoutlandish So you’re arguing both that if there was a birth certificate it would be all over the internet while ALSO arguing that the birth certificates for five children Sam and Cait had together have never been found. Do you hear how little that makes sense? You’re the one making stuff up & misleading people. Take your own advice. If you can’t show concrete evidence or logic, stop lying about things.

wildfernflower

@caligirl22 Putting aside children, in fact there are at least a couple of reasons why STARZ (and SC themselves, too) would want at all costs to keep their RL relationship secret.

caligirl22

@wildfernflower Okay, leaving aside the fake kids, even though most of the people here insist they have multiple ones, Starz would absolutely not want to keep it a secret. It would literally be their best way to promo the show ever. They would have zero problem with it. They also have no control over it. Actors aren’t indentured servants. If they wanted to date, they could & Starz would take advantage of that & milk it for all it’s worth. It’s PR 101.

snowy-winter-11

@caligirl22 I understand what you think but i also came here because they were so many receipts live ones that i saw myself i had to see them. But I don't think there’s 5 no woman has 5 kids these days but i think 3 they seems to say 3 a lot… either SC are playing fan intensely or they can’t help themselves slipping stuff. S is the worst. Anyway think about it if ppl knew they were together the credibility they wouldn’t have for OL. If not together they had or have something to much interest between those 2!

langy60

@caligirl22 You say we are "mentally deranged" but your rant points the finger directly at you ! Just because we shippers don't think as you do DOES NOT make us deranged!! There is an abundance of evidence from 2014 that says Cait and Sam are together and that there are children. I don't believe there are 5 but definitely more than two Snooping around on here will do your beliefs no good it will only lead to disappointment. All snoopers like you are BLOCKED 🚫

Oh poor poor newbie trying to reason with the nutcake part of the fandom.

This new fan calls out all shipper lies, they don't reply to any of her questions and points out their hypocrisy lying about T being pictured with C.

Also Laughing my Ass off at the one trying to pass off the Instagram bullshit from Mallorca's troll as true. Just because there's a brunette in a picture it doesn't make her Cait. These folks don't get tired of lying.

[tenshinokorin]

I’m always trying to get back the advent fic productivity of old, where between us we’d bang out anywhere from 5-25 stories every December, with a special webpage to boot. This year, while wrapping and shopping and mailing approximately 4,345 presents on top of other irl shit and remembering to feed myself and everybody, I realized that it’s harder now because the season is harder. We’re doing more day to day, our families are larger (and for some reason fukken everybody was also born within 6 weeks of Christmas), and we just don’t have the idle time we used to have. But! With my boxes sent out (godspeed) and something like equilibrium returning, I’m able to turn my attention to advent fic at last. Maybe it’s not calendar style, like it used to be, but it’s more like a big pile to open on Christmas Day. Probably while you’re avoiding that one racist aunt and hiding in a guest room closet somewhere, wishing you could just go home and play with your new stuff. (Maybe I’m projecting. ^^; )

Anyway! Chapter Two of Riding the Tail of the Wind will be posting later today, and you will hate it because it will saddle you with unnecessary feelings. I’ve also got those lil’ prompts from earlier in the month on the simmer, too. And maybe one or two surprises hiding up on a back shelf in the spare room, where you didn’t think to peek. But if you can’t wait, did you know our spinoff website Odessa Castle has ALL of our old advent calendars from ‘98-’14 available to read whenever you like? You can find them all here! And the 2016 calendar is on bishink, here. You can also find a selection of our advent fics on Ao3 under the Bishonenink Advent Calendar tag, including one of my faves, the FF7 Reno/Rude fic Auld Lang Syne. (We were in a big shiny liquor store over the weekend, picking up last-minute gifts, and I was waffling over the price of something extravagant, and j turned to me and said, “Buy the Blue Dragoon Brandy,” so I did.) Hopefully you’ll find something in all those old ornaments to hang on your tree this year. 

[onlybynightandonlybysea]

I grew up in Odessa. This doesn't surprise me in the slightest. If my family had stayed there for my teenage years? I can guarantee I'd be the on the closet wife, stressed beyond her breaking point with trying to be a "good woman" by popping out half a fucking football teams worth of children (only the boys count so ya gotta keep trying until your hubby gets the right amount of future men he will pretend not to love and scar for life because MAN) or the closeted frumpy but sexy dark haired nerdy local librarian dying on the inside while reading wlw fanfiction on my breaks.

Odessa and the pan handle and fucking TEXAS in general should always be considered a Do Not Enter state. For literally anyone but straight white people. That's it. That's all they tolerate outside (and half inside) of the cities.

This hasn't changed in all the years I've been alive. They all just got really fucking good at pretending.

Stay the fuck out of Texas.

Final Pre-Election 2024 Anti-Trans Risk Assessment Map

Erin Reed has presented a new version of her Anti-Trans Risk Assessment Map over at Erin in the Morning.

She writes:

The elections have tightened across the United States, and anti-trans ads have become a major part of the 2024 campaign cycle. As such, the risk has substantially raised for nationwide laws targeting transgender people in the coming years for both youth and adults. For states, the state of Texas has been upgraded to Do Not Travel, only the second state to receive such a recommendation. This comes as Odessa, Texas becomes the first city in the nation to pass a $10,000 bounty on transgender people inside of bathrooms.

Read the whole article here.

[ofwrxth]

BASICS

Name: Beckett "Beck" Rhodes

Age & Birthday: 48, October 27, 1975

Gender/Pronouns: cis man, he/him

Birthplace: Phoenix, Arizona

Time in Hollow Cove:  tbd

Species: Earth Witch – Medina Pack  

Role: Runner / Depot / Comms

Positive personality traits: efficient, intuitive, patient, protective

Negative personality traits: distrustful, intense, reticent, stubborn

ABOUT

Beckett Rhodes spent his formative years in Phoenix with his mother's coven, honing his earth magic in the Arizona heat. When his coven was attacked by hunters, all bite wiped out, he was just 18. He and his best friend got away, but with nothing but the clothes on their back.

Taking odd jobs along the west coast, eventually they came to California where they fell in with the Medina pack to start, doing odd jobs to make quick cash. Eventually, they were brought into the fold as members of the pack itself, witches welcome once they'd proved their worth.

Over the years Beck's role changed, with the most significant being his shift from driver for years to a fixer of sorts. The person who sent a message when someone tried to pull one over on the pack. He was efficient at his job, intense and effective. No one would ever suspect that the Beck who stood with jeans and a white-shirt, off to the side at The Palace was the same Beck who broke ribs and smashed noses until they were paid.

He was a simple guy, with simple needs. He had survived most of his life this way and saw fit to keep doing so. But plans changed when he encountered a dancer in a bind. He dispatched the issue and gave Odessa a choice. Crash on his couch or he'd put her up at a motel. He's not sure what compelled him to help her that night. Maybe it was the fact he'd never cared for people in power taking advantage of those without. Or maybe it was that guilt came like a wave to the shore, ebbing and flowing over the years. Maybe helping was an atonement of sort for the bones he'd broken and bodies he'd buried. She picked the couch and though was supposed to be a temporary guest, Odessa became a full-fledged, unexpected roommate.

Their acquaintanceship turned into a tentative friendship, her stay extending past what Beck had envisioned, but she had a way of worming her way into his day to day. Eventually he helped her get on her feet the only way he knew how, and that was involvement with the Medina pack. When her traffickers tried to sink their claws into her again, Beck helped make quick work of them too. Everyone should have a choice, he believed, and hers should be to live the life she wanted.

Her presence brightened the apartment, and his dog Zeus had taken to her quite well. Especially since Beck had spent the past year mourning the loss of his partner, taken by another gang and pack. But somehow she managed to teach him that things can change, and they often do. Just like when her stint on his couch turned into crashing in the spare bedroom before becoming a closet once she'd made it clear she wanted more from their friendship, a sentiment he'd felt but not voiced.

But Odessa had pulled him from the cloud of mourning and breathed life and joy back into him. Even with the darkness of the world they operated in, Beck found that she brought him the sort of peace he'd not known for years. The only presence to truly calm him. When they got married in 2019, they put off a honeymoon, planning it for the next year. But of course, when the next year came, so did turmoil. They managed to get out of the city before it became a gridlock, but were separated from the Medinas in the process.

Beck's main goal was, as ever, keeping Odessa safe. And so for the next four years, he made it his sole focus to keep them out of camps and facilities, both using their magic to aide in their survival. They've been traveling for ages now, a small group fo their pack following Beck who's become an unexpected leader (he thinks, though Odessa claims it suits him) amongst the survivors of their pack. They've been looking for other Medina wolves and witches, but when they happen to cross paths with other supernaturals they keep their distance.

A recent winter storm in the region was particularly brutal. Beck was thinking they needed to re-strategize how they search for their own, all while staying alive and out of the military's reach, when their luck turned. The group was ambushed and several members were taken. He's always said he'll do whatever it takes to keep his wife safe, those who trust him safe, and to find those who are still alive. Which means that before they can find shelter, their group must first rescue their captured.

[rviner]

Name: Odessa Rhodes nee Kashirsky

Age & Birthday: 31 years old, January 10th 1993

Gender/Pronouns: Cis Woman / She/her

Birthplace: Astrakhan, Russia

Time in Hollow Cove: tbd

Species: Air-Witch, Medina Pack

Role: Runner, Depot, Comms

Positive personality traits: Resilient, Loyal, Fearless

Negative personality traits: Disturbed, Secretive, Petty

ABOUT

Born shortly after the collapse of the Soviet Union, Odessa's life began in Astrakhan amidst a flurry of social and economic chaos. Financially, her family were in ruin and were forced to navigate poverty alongside a rise in careless and organized crime happening around them. Their home was nothing more than a shared room, and the decline in their living standards only seemed to continue. But at this time, influences from Western culture became more prominent and Odessa's childhood was punctuated with ideas and dreams floating through from none other than Hollywood. She thought it easy to achieve, a life of fame that would allow her to send an abundance of money back to her parents.

Without letting them know her plan, Odessa sought help to leave Russia for America. She was only eighteen years old, still a novice in many ways with her magic and none the wiser that she had saved her small wage for a year only to hand it over to criminals. Alongside other girls all seeking the same dream, she became a victim to trafficking and reached the states as nothing more than a glorified prisoner. She was put to work in L.A as a dancer with the promise of her dreams still lingering in the air. Even when she realized the promise was a lie, she also realized she was trapped within this lifestyle.

Over the passing years, Odessa hardened because she had no choice but to. While trying to reach out for help from her parents, she learned of their deaths. Her powers were still weak, and living solely among humans left Odessa no choice but to try and learn her skills alone, swept in grief, cruelty and mistreatment. She may have lost her dreams and her naive trust in the world, but she'd never let herself be lost in the process. She decided to embrace the life she lived, learning the art of a con and as always, surviving with her natural grit and determination.

She never considered herself as someone who needed help but one night it came in the form of a stranger, Beckett Rhodes, who plucked her from a nasty situation she had completely under control. And it wasn't his offer of help that struck Odessa, it was that he gave her the choice. The first man in particular to ever treat her with consideration and kindness.

What followed next was a tentative friendship, and Odessa's short stay in his home became far longer than either of them anticipated. She was aware that he existed in a darker world, and she eventually joined him with her skills of a con she had previously learned. She had nothing but respect for him, especially when the walls began to close in around her, the traffickers adamant to get her back to work but all of their stalking came to an abrupt end with Beck's help. He was emotionally closed down at first, and seemingly clueless to any of her advances, but over time, she could see the cracks in his armor. She still tries to call him out that those flowers were never simply for the apartment.

Eventually, she moved from the couch and into the spare bedroom and then, the spare bedroom became the walk in closet she always dreamed of. In 2019, the two were married and agreed to save up for another year before having a well-deserved honeymoon. Neither of them expected their retreat to be to the backdrop of a war, but Odessa does admit that they've traveled more of the country than they originally planned.

With them is a group, consisting of other Medina members and supernaturals they have found or rescued along the way. Beckett has become the trusted leader of the group while they search for any of their other survivors. He never once elected himself as the official leader but Odessa can see clearly how he's the best man for the job, supporting him and helping him with every trials and obstacles they face. After everything, she will always believe in him and trust him as a savior.

[ask-steven-the-wolf]

Hey guys! So like odessa said earlier I have an idea for the future of this blog. With Odessa now out of the closet with her gf, I'm thinking of swapping her and my dragon Dany out so Odessa and Talvi can be celebrated for pride month and the rest of the summer season. Dany would then take over for winter. I wanna let you guys decide! The changes will not officially take effect until December of this year, which means Dany will show up on the blog a little more than usual.

So...