#HOW HE FINDS HER AFTER DAVID AND IS SCARED AND SHES SCARED AND SHE PUSHES AGAINST HIM BECAUSE SHE THINKS HES ONE OF THEM

[skoulsons]

Thinking about winter and their physical affection and now literally none of these happen under happy circumstances.

[kimi240302]

Daylight

A/N: Before you read this story, be aware I am from Germany and can't write a bit of English. That's why I'm sending this through an app that translates it for me. 

A/N2.0: In this story, the characters are all a little older. 

Summary: Y/N Swan tries everything to keep her promise to stay away from Demetri Volturi. But can you stay away from the man fate bound you to?

Demetri Volturi x Female!Swan!reader 

Words: 2,8

Part 1 of Daylight Masterlist

Main Post / Twilight Masterlist / Request list  / Playlist

18+ I am new to the whole smut writing so please be nice 

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“ You and I drink the poison from the same vine Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time Hidin´ all of our sins from  the daylight” - David Kushner 

"You have to promise me that Y/N." Bella looked at her younger sister with piercing eyes. However, the latter did not understand what her older sister and the Cullens family had. Confused, the young girl looked up from her place on the couch. "Why should I promise you to stay away from Demetri Volturi? I don't even really know this man?" "Y/N..." Carlisle began, but Bella interrupted him. "The less she knows, the better it is for her!" Y/N jumped up angrily. "Tell me Bella are you kidding me?! I didn't know anything when you dragged me to Italy with you. I didn't know there were vampires or people who could turn into giant wolves. I was normal, I was happy." The young girl stopped, took one deep breath and wrapped her arms around herself. "Now I'm scared of what lies ahead, being bound to a vampire who is apparently the villain for you? But instead of explaining everything to me, I'm supposed to bluntly forget what I've seen, heard and felt because it's easier for you and your oh-so-great Cullens? You want me to make a promise I don't even understand just because you don't like the Volturi?" Y/N took another deep breath. Her vision blurred from tears she wasn't ready to let Bella see. "Let me tell you something Bella, I don't like Edward either. Yet I'm not telling you to stay away from him or how to live your life!" Y/N turned on her heel and left the Cullens' living room, leaving the entire family in stunned disbelief.

"She's right." Carlisle was the first to find his voice again. "Y/N has been through a lot the last few days. We should have explained everything to her calmly first and then..." "And then what? Demetri Volturi won't leave her alone. Not when she's his mate."  Rosalie looked at everyone around once, her gaze stopping on Bella. "You pushed her into this world, now you can't just kick her out. That's not how it works." "I'm just trying to protect her!" Rosalie raised an eyebrow. "Then you shouldn't have taken her with you." Esme looked at Rosalie warningly. "What happened can't be undone. Blaming each other doesn't change that anymore." The vampire turned to her husband, placing a hand on his arm as she did so. "You should talk to Y/N, after all, you know the Volturi best." Slowly he nodded, "But not today. Y/N needs to process what all happened from today first."

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Humming to herself, Y/N was just turning around in the kitchen of her home to get to the fridge when, out of nowhere, Carlisle stood in front of her. "Jesus Christ! Do you have to scare me like that!" Amused, the blond-haired man looked at Y/N. "Sorry. I forget sometimes that not everyone, can hear everything that's going on around them."   Nodding, Y/N looked at Carlisle, which turned into an uncomfortable silence that the young girl was the first to break.  Sighing, Y/N let herself sink down on the chair in the kitchen and looked at Carlisle. "My father isn't here." "We both know I'm not here for your father Y/N." He lowered himself to the chair across from her. The latter tensed slightly. Reassuringly, Carlisle placed his cold hand on the young girl's. "I'm here to give you an idea of why Bella and my family want you to keep your distance from Demetri and the rest of the Volturi." Y/N just nodded and looked at Carlisle tensely. "You should know that the Volturi clan that Demetri belongs to are kind of like our supreme ones. They rule over the species of vampires and have done so for a very long time. Led by the three kings you met in Italy. Aro the head one, he can see everything you think, what you have experienced or what you have planned with one touch. He can be very overwhelming. But I think you have already witnessed this. He's occasionally..." Carlisle searched for the right words, but Y/N filled the void for him. "Extreme when you're not used to it?" Carlisle smiled, nodding as he did so. "Aro is extreme when it comes to enforcing the rules and can get too brutal in the process. But Caius is the one who has the most fun punishing those who have done wrong in his eyes." "What is his ability?" "He has none, other than his viciousness, he is simply loyal to Aro. Marcus, on the other hand, is the calmest of the three. His passion for life was taken from him when his wife was killed. His ability is to see the relationships between individuals." Y/N nodded. "And what does that have to do with Demetri?" Carlisle sat up a little straighter. "Demetri is part of the Kings' main guards with Felix, Jane and Alec. They do jobs and make sure no one can overthrow the Volturi. They do that by wiping out entire clans or individuals." "So he's an murderer?" Carlisle winced briefly. He hadn't expected Y/N to answer so directly with such a neutral expression on her face. "You can look at it that way, yes. But the main reason Bella wants you to stay away is because the Volturi feed on human blood. They don't see humans as equals, they just see them as something to feed on. Bella...we're all worried that Aro will see you as a threat to Demetri's loyalty and will have you killed."

Y/N let herself sink against the back of the chair with drooping shoulders. Several minutes of silence passed until the young girl cleared her throat. "Marcus lost his wife and became sad, absent and quiet after that?" Confused, Carlisle nodded and was about to ask why, but Y/N kept talking. "Was she his mate?" Again Carlisle nodded. "Is this what happens to vampires when they find their mate and can't be with them?"  Carlisle was startled by these thoughts. "I don't know. But I suspect this may lead to that." Y/N looked closely at the man in front of her. "Then you must really hate the Volturi if you wish such a fate for Demetri."

"Y/N..." Bella stood in the kitchen doorway. "I just want what's best for you." Defeated, the young girl looked down at her hands, which she had folded in her lap. "I won't say I understand this whole vampire thing, or if I even really want to understand it. But I do know that I don't necessarily want to be dragged into the middle of this whole thing. The Volturi thing is your thing, not mine and even if you think that the visit to Italy has dragged me into it, you are wrong. I have my life and I will live it how I want." Bella and Carlisle both wanted to say something, but Y/N's raised hand stopped them. "I will promise you Bella and the Cullens that I will do my best to stay away from Demetri." Bella smiled at her. "As long as you're here in Forks, nothing will happen to you. We'll all make sure of that." Y/N twisted her mouth into a pained smile. "There's something you should know. Our father already knows, and he supports me completely in this. I'm moving to Seattle next week." "What are you going to do there, and by yourself? Does mom know about this?" "I got a school offer, which I can't refuse. Mom was the one who helped me to fill out and get everything I needed for it. I'm going to start packing today." "Y/N you can't just leave now" Bella spread her arms, setting to say more. But Y/N simply got up to leave the room. "You willingly entered the world of the supernatural. I didn't, that's what you decided for me, and now I'm deciding for me to leave."

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Are you settling in okay?" Y/N set her phone down on her desk and saw Bella making herself comfortable on her bed. "Bella I've been gone for six months. I almost feel like I'm home already." Bella laughed. "I still can't believe my younger sister is the first of us to live alone." Smiling, Y/N looked around her one-bedroom apartment. It wasn't much, however it was nice and big and cozy. Everything she needed to get by on her own. "Now tell me what is Seattle like and your school?"

Y/N's face was barely noticeably twisted as she began to talk about her school. She loved Seattle and the people she had made friends with. They helped Y/N get out of herself and enjoy her life like the young girl never had before. But the feeling of constantly having eyes on her didn't leave her. As if someone was constantly in her shadows. Several times, she could swear she thought she saw Demetri Volturi. The first time, Y/N was sitting in a café with friends, relaxing after a long day at school. The second time was at the library and the last was at a club where she had gone to celebrate a Friday with her class.  However, she did not tell Bella about it. She didn't want her to worry or make up anything so that her parents would send Y/N back to Forks. Because she was sure her sister would go to such lengths to keep an eye on her. Especially now that Bella had calmed down a bit when it came to the subject of Demetri Volturi.

"Damn!" Y/N looked around at her desk, "What's wrong?" Bella looked at her sister with concern. The latter, annoyed with herself, just shook her head. "I have to turn in this homework tomorrow, and the book I need to do these assignments is in my locker at school." "Then just ask for more time." Y/N shook her head. "I can't, but the library is still open and I know they need to have that book there." "Be careful, will you?"  "I always am Bella!" The addressed raised an eyebrow and was about to say something, but Y/N pointed her index finger at her sister, "People who jump off cliffs voluntarily should be quiet!" Defensively, Bella raised her hands. "I'm not saying anything anyway!" "Better that way."

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Y/N shakily rubbed her hands together as she walked down the street. Seattle was cloudy as the smell of a coming rain worked its way to the surface. The shivering came, but not only from the cold air, but also because of the renewed feeling of being watched. Discreetly, she turned her head from right to left. But she could not see anything that seemed strange to her. Shrugging her shoulders, Y/N looked for her headphones in her bag and put them in her ears, hoping to get rid of the feeling as quickly as possible. In the library she asked directly at the entrance if the book she needed was really here and was relieved when the librarian said that the book was in the back of the library.

Again with her headphones in her ears, Y/N walked past the many bookshelves. Every now and then she let her fingers glide over the various book spines, while she hummed softly along to the melody. The shadow that followed her stayed out of the young girl's thoughts. Nor did she notice him standing almost directly behind her as she stopped in front of one of the shelves, her eyes roaming over the various book spines. Annoyed, Y/N pulled a frown from her face. The book she needed was on the top shelf. Standing on her tiptoes, she reached for the black leather book, but only her fingertips touched the spine. With a sigh, she stood back up properly and was about to turn around to go back to the front to ask for a stool or other help.

Y/N froze, however, when a body came up directly behind her, or rather when the upper body of a stranger nestled directly against her back and she saw a pale hand reaching for the book. Startled, Y/N pushed the air out of her lungs and turned around. At the quickness of her turn, her headphones fell to the floor and rolled away in different directions. But the young girl no longer cared, because when she looked up, Y/N saw into a pair of red eyes. Demetri Volturi stood not two inches from Y/N, looking down at the young Swan. A smile had settled on his lips, which was more akin to a Predator having his prey where he wanted it than pure friendliness.

"Demetri..." Y/N sounded breathless, which only made the vampire smile wider. "Good evening mon amour. Is this what you needed?" Demetri ignored her questioning look and held the book between them, but Y/N didn't even notice it. She was too distracted by his closeness and his eyes. "What are you doing here?" The blond-haired vampire tilted his head slightly. His smile softened as he lifted his left hand, the one not holding the book, to brush a stray strand behind Y/N's ear. "I came to check on you." Unwillingly, Y/N closed her eyes as Demetri slid his cold fingers back over her cheek. Instantly, goosebumps spread all over her body as she leaned a little further into his touch. Y/N couldn't help it, it was almost as if something was pulling her towards Demetri.

"This isn't your first time here, is it?" Slowly, her eyelids fluttered open. Slightly, Demetri shook his head. His hand lingered on his mate's cheek. "You've just never been alone." Absently, Demetri placed the book, behind Y/N on the shelf. His hand he placed as a support on the edge of just that. In this way he enclosed Y/N and at the same time came even closer to her. His lips were just above hers. "Demetri, what are you doing?" Panic slowly spread through Y/N. Her hands went to his chest, where she tried to push him away. But Demetri just stopped, no matter what Y/N was trying to do. When the vampire put his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, she gave up. Y/N curled her fingers into Demetri's jacket and studied him. His left hand rested on her waist while he slightly strengthened the grip of his right hand on the shelf, making the wood creak in protest.

"I tried to stay away from you after I overheard your conversation with Bella. After I listened to you promise her to stay away from me." Demetri stopped. Still with his eyes closed, he moved his forehead away from hers. He tilted his face slightly forward so that his lips were only millimeters from hers. Y/N drew in a sharp breath as Demetri let his lips move further over her skin to her cheek, to her neck. There he found her pulse point and placed a kiss directly on it.

Y/N's eyes widened in shock as her fingers clawed tighter into his jacket. "Demetri?" Her voice trembled. "Don't do this, please!" Now the young girl sounded tormented. Demetri released his lips from her neck and looked at Y/N again. "Admit it Cheri, you were thinking of me as much as I was thinking of you. Of my hands on your waist, my voice close to your ear, like in Volterra when I finally found you." Again she closed her eyes, almost as if it caused her pain to admit this simple truth.

Y/N still remembered clearly the day she met Demetri Volturi for the first time. His arms wrapped around her so that he could better protect her. The way he had whispered in her ear that she shouldn't be afraid because he would keep her safe. The way he didn't let go of her until he was sure the danger was over. Nor had she forgotten the feeling of safety and security that Demetri had triggered in her.

"Tell me you haven't thought about me for a second and I'll let you go. You won't see me again." Demetri came closer to her lips again. Y/N opened her mouth to tell him to leave, but nothing came out. So she closed it again. Because the truth was, she hadn't stopped thinking about him. Demetri released his right hand from the shelf and let it wander to the back of Y/N's neck. He pulled her a little closer to him. Prevented her from looking away. "Say it!" He challenged her, his eyes falling on Y/N's lips. "Tell me you hate me!" "I can't." Demetri's eyes settled on hers again. He saw the confusion and at the same time the craving he himself felt when he was near Y/N. Demetri broke eye contact, lifted his lips to Y/N's forehead and placed a lingering kiss there. When he released his lips from her skin, he lowered them to her ear. "How long can you hide your sins from the daylight?"

Confused, Y/N wanted to know what Demetri meant by that, but in the next moment he was gone and so was the feeling of his closeness.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A/N3.0: Please let me know how it was and if you want a second part?

@hc-geralt-23​

[r0cket-qu3en]

Morning After

tommy lee one shot <3

warnings: mention of drugs, smoking, mention of alcohol, fluff

prompt: reader cheats on her boyfriend with Tommy after drinking togheter, the morning later she looks for her shirt so that she can leave, but she finds something else.

He looked at her with a wicked little smile, while she pulled up her low-waisted pants, which showed off her tanned stomach. He pushed himself up on his forearms and looked her up and down, bit his lip and tilted his head to the side, looking her over carefully.

He reached out with a muscular, tattooed arm and grabbed a pack of Marlboros from the side of the nightstand, taking a cigarette from the box and started to grab the red lighter next to the crumpled, half-rusty paper pack. The cigarette between his pink lips already gave him a sense of pleasure, as if he had already lit it. The snap of the lighter being lit made the girl turn, as if the noise had disturbed the thoughts that were wandering in her head.

"Scared?" He asked, taking the cigarette between his fingers, so he could articulate his words well and show her his confident, arrogant little smile. He wanted to show her how attractive he was. She stopped and looked at him. She was pacing around the room in a bra and cheap jeans she had bought in Indiana that spring, looking for something.

"No." She said seriously and went back to searching nervously, trying to leave the room as soon as possible. He lit the cigarette and closed his eyes, while the taste of tobacco filled his brain with pleasure and calm, almost to the point of fogging it. He inhaled, savored the sensation of nicotine and then slowly let the smoke slip out of his mouth, trying to slow down the moment and make it last as long as possible. The smoke dissolved into the air, invisible, but the heavy smell made the atmosphere suffocating, at least for her, who was starting to feel out of breath.

"What are you looking for, honey?" he asked her, while his provocative smile took on an air more amused than attractive. "Nothing." She said, absentmindedly, while moving everything she found at hand: shirts, sheet music, song lyrics, bottles of vodka and some cocaine hidden in the most remote corners.

"Tell me what you're looking for, maybe I can help you." He spoke to her in a soft and reassuring voice, she found herself on the verge of vomiting from the guilt of the boy's kind and sincere tone.

"My shirt." She gave in, hoping that he would find it and that she could finally leave that room, maybe along with it the feeling of dirtiness that was becoming more and more frequent. It was a strange feeling, that certainly didn't belong to the good girl she was, the street changes people, I guess. He looked around, then lifted the white and messy sheets, looking for the shirt of the girl in front of him.

She looked at him nervously, she seemed uncomfortable, she didn't want to continue looking at the boy's naked chest sitting in the double bed, still warm and clean, perfect for spending the morning in bed, together. She kept looking, and so did he, still sitting comfortably on the bed.

"You look good, without your shirt, I mean... I mean, you look good with your shirt on, but you know..." He started babbling. It happened to him every time he talked to a girl he liked: he'd babbling and stammering compliments.

"Just look for my shirt, please." She begged him and he started looking again.

He found more than he could have imagined among the sheets: used condoms, some coke leftovers and condom wrappers. He felt a slight urge to vomit as he looked at the dirty scraps.

She was looking in a wooden cabinet with a couple of drawers. The cabinet was a mess too. There were chopsticks, magazines, letters, photos... The photos were mostly of Tommy as a child with his family and most of the letters were addressed to David Lee Thomas Bass and Vassiki Papadimitriou or from them. They were yellowish and smelled like books. Some were in better condition than others, but Tommy seemed to care about every single one of them.

As she was moving sweaty shirts and wands full of signatures, something fell at her feet. Something small, because it didn't make much noise. The thought of the shirt left her mind for a moment and she looked down at the small object that had fallen.

She bent down to pick it up and put it back in its place, if she had one, but as soon as she picked it up she noticed how out of place the object was in that messy and dirty room. It looked like it had ended up there by accident, like someone had lost it in Tommy's room and now he had it. It gave her the idea of something priceless, even if it probably wasn't.

It was a small black velvety box, the surface was so soft to the touch that she rubbed her thumb a couple of times over it before opening it. Inside was a ring. A small silver ring, thin and shiny. She looked at it, motionless, for a few seconds.

"Found your shirt" He said, out of nowhere, getting up from the bed and standing behind her, looking at the open box in her hands.

"I didn't know you had a girlfriend." She muttered, feeling worse. Her eyes lowered to the ring that shone under her eyes.

"A girl you want to marry." She added, clutching the box.

"She's not my girlfriend, not yet anyway." He said, resting his chin on her shoulder and caressing her hips. "It was for you, anyway." He finished.

[anxious-witch]

Part four of the height/stance analysis and this time, we'll take a look at our favorite psychic, Crystal!

She was a very interesting study given she is a lot shorter than Charles and Edwin, which is why any time she is noticably taller/bigger is definitely relevant. But! Let's start from the beginning.

When we first meet Crystal, after David has been exorcised, she is lying on the floor, with both Charles and Edwin towering over her, even while crouched down. Which makes sense-she is at her lowest, without her memories, without any sort of purpose. This kind of shots continue throughout episode 1, when Crystal is sitting up in a bed in the agency, etc. Bc she is essentially at mercy of boys' kindness. Until she takes Becky Aspen's missing poster.

The first time we truly see her use her powers, and notice the immediate shift in camera angle. We, as the viewers are suddenly looking UP to her. Because in that instant, as she uses her powers and then argues with Edwin to help Becky Aspen, she finds her purpose, which will stretch throughout the rest of the season, which is helping other people, especially women.

Generally, Crystal's height seems very tied into her powers and her sense of self. We'll touch upon this more later, but for now, let's look at some of her dynamics with other characters.

First of all, is of course, Charles. I briefly touched upon this in his analysis, given he always makes himself smaller and tried to get on the eye level of the person he is interacting with. We definitely see a lot of that in any scenes where he and Crystal are in close proximity, but especially whenever it's alluded to their romantic feelings to each other.

Look at how close in height they are! For reference, Kassius is 158 cm, and Jayden Revri is 185 cm. That's a huge height difference and YET, it shows how close their characters are, emotionally.

Their dynamics as equals is relatively consistent, shifting a bit whenever the other one is emotionally vulnerable (ie Charles at Devlin's house and Crystal during the Lighthouse Leapers episode, where Charles quite literally catches her in his arms), but is much less turmoilous than say, Edwin's and thr Cat King's.

One scene I find fascinating between is when Crystal is leaving for London and she kisses Charles and when they part, they are, once again, on almost equal footing. And then this happens.

She quite literally lowers herself and looks at the floor before stepping away. I think that's partially because she accepts her feelings for him, which she has clearly been avoiding. She let herself be vulnerable in that moment, thinking it'll be thr last time she sees him. Which reminded me of this moment.

The only difference is that it's Crystal rejecting Charles feelings vs Crystal accepting her own feelings. Whenever you like them as a ship or not, they clearly care of one another a lot. But Crystal is aware she has a lot of unresolved trauma caused by David and that prolonging what they have will be painful for them both.

Speaking of David, let's look at his and Crystal's dynamic from the very beginning.

While it's easy to forget bc we meet him as a scary, abusive demons ex, there was a time he charmed Crystal. And look at that posture! I'd say it's eerily similar to how Charles positions himself around her. No wonder she was reminded of him so often. There used to be a time where David was like that!

Of course, by the time we meet him in the story, he is constantly trying to scare Crystal and the camera always pans him as the bigger one, usually looming over Crystal. I choose the above instance bc this is right before Crystal taked him down and they are on eye level before he chokes her and tries to push her down.

After constantly looming over her and keeping her scared, David cannot stand to look at her as his equal. So he tries to do what he did before-pushes her down. But instead, he is the one that gets not only pushed to the ground, but gets buried in her mind. And really, I think that bit is obvious. He is lower than she ever was, because Crystal realized her through power, while his only depended on her fear of him.

Now, let's look at Crystal's memories and powers some more.

In her flashbacks, Crystal we see is almost unrecognizable to the Crystal we got to know throughout the season. Not only because of her meanness, but because of her stance. She is constantly in a dominant position around people she is interacting with, save for her parents, her spine straight. She also seems to utilize her powers a lot more freely and deliberately to take control of the situation, like in the scene with a security guard. But that's not who Crystal IS anymore and it's promptly followed by this scene.

Where she is on the floorz back at her lowest, from simple knowledge of who she used to be. Which funnily enough, gets us circling back to that scene from Charles' analysis, when she is packing and is in a more dominant position than Charles. Because she feels so helpless knowing who she was, she briefly falls back into her old pattern of taking control back with pulling away. And that is another reason why she is hunched down after kissing Charles. She is admitting she changed, that she cares. Not quite yet realizing that care is what makes her powerful.

Which is why her scene with Lilith is so powerful. Crystal is at her largest when she is using her powers for good, for helping someone. Even if we compare this scene of her yelling at Lilith with past! Crystal, there is a clear difference in camera angle. In the memoey scene, Crystal is a dominant figure, yes, but in a scene with Lilith, we are looking up to her once again. And she is bugger than Esther. In fact, if I am not mistaken, she is, other than Lilith the only character that gets a dominant position in any sort of scene with Esther.

Which makes sense. Esther is an immortal, powerful witch. Who could be more powerful than her? And the answer is...Crystal. Specifically Crystal who is seeking justice for not only Niko, but all the little girls Esther murdered over the years.

Which is why I think it's after that moment that Crystal decides to stay with the boys. Because she realized where her true strenght lies. That she doesn't have to give up everything she gained to fix her past mistakes.

And that concludes Crystal Palace height and stance analysis. As always, if anyone has anything to add and/or disagrees with any point of my analysis, I love hearing about it

[lovecatsys]

Some Random, unorganized, Academy X Headcanons

Because I've been thinking about them a lot lately, again.

More under the cut cuz this is really long, also cw for one headcanon that talks about self harm, grooming and sexual trauma (because. Kevin) it's the 7th dot.

Laurie should have a period of being besties with and being corrupted by Esme Cuckoo, this could take place either during or post Krakoa, or in an au where she doesn't die/m day doesn't happen, probably after the Garrison arc would have concluded.

Kevin has a slight southern accent, probably not super strong because he's from Atlanta, but enough to tell that he's not from the north. This goes in contrast with his style of course which makes it more interesting.

On naturally windy days, Sofia likes to train herself by going outside and immersing herself in the wind, and playing around with her powers, seeing how she can make her wind flow with, and against the natural wind. She likes to think of it as "flirting with mother nature." She even talks to "her" sometimes.

Brian playfully flirts with David when their squads still have a rivalry, long before David discovers his own bisexuality. He is completely clueless, has no idea that Brian is flirting with him. Sometimes this pisses Julian off, usually because HE'S supposed to be the one who has a rivalry with David, but when its a little more rude, they often play off of each other. This only adds to David's insecurity about himself, along with confusing him.

Nori has a lot of difficulty with relationships after she and David break up. She has an on again, off again thing with Julian that's really messy and toxic, mostly fueled by older teenage horniness and the close bond they develop post M day. She struggles with trusting that the people she gets close to aren't going to die or get terribly hurt, so she either pushes people away or clings to them really hard in an attempt to protect them. When Julian loses his hands, she's not only incredibly devastated but she begins to avoid him and push him away even more, which furthers his own complex about losing his hands, thinking that she's avoiding him because of his disability.

Nori also explores her sexuality as she gets older, becomes progressively more masculine, gets an even shorter haircut, probably an undercut, and has a lot of casual sex with a bunch of her female classmates, but never allows herself to get close to them or for it to mean anything other than meaningless sex to get by. While she tries to wear her sexuality with pride, she's still insecure about it, and thinks of her relationships with guys as more meaningful than those with girls, mostly because she's still scared of getting too close and losing them. She finds it easier with guys to pull off a complicated relationship like the one she has with Julian. She deeply longs to have a healthier relationship with a girl or a boy, like the one she had with David, but she's convinced herself that it's not safe because of the trauma she's endured.

I don't think Kevin should learn to control his powers, kind of in the same way I don't think Scott should ever lose his visor. But I think he would grow into learning how to live with them. I think he has a really complicated relationship with his own body, which was furthered by his sexual trauma from Selene. I think it also takes him a LONG time after he's resurrected to not think of Selene as like. the love of his life, because of the grooming and also because he craved the fact that she could touch him. I think Kevin also struggles with self harm, the fact that no one can touch him and he has to keep himself covered most of the time makes it really easy to get away with, and because of his complicated relationship with his body, he takes comfort in it. I think it would take a really long time and a lot of therapy for him to unlearn this habit like it would for him to learn that Selene had abused and traumatized him.

More on the first thing in the last note: I personally ship Kevin and Josh as endgame, and while I think their relationship would be unhealthy and weird for both of them at first, I think they could grow to be very healthy for each other. I imagine they would have a specialized house built with as few organic materials as possible, and if they had biological children somehow, their children would be immune to Kevin's powers. I think they would both work at some sort of mutant clinic, figuring out how to use their powers in tandem to cure cancer and other diseases, while Josh works there full time doing other things, Kevin would only do part time and spend his spare time making his industrial art. I think as he improves, his art would become a reflection of his pain. Frida Kahlo is probably his biggest inspiration, though she painted instead of sculpted.

Julian was able to bounce back from his bad post schism era with Emma's help at the start of Krakoa, I imagine she kind of fished him out of the gutter and helped him start his life anew, attempting to make up for the way she neglected him when the X-Men first moved to San Francisco. He mostly went along with it at first because of the promise of seeing Sofia again, but he becomes sold when he learns that Brian is going to be resurrected. (Also, meeting the OG Hellions was a motivator for sure, but he's a little disappointed when he learns that most of them were just nice, chill people, except for Empath, who he likes at first, but then upon learning how Truly awful he us, despises.) Brian's resurrection ends up proving to be not what he had hoped, because Brian is still a teenager, and is overwhelmed by how much Julian has changed, how much older he is and how all the traumas he went through after Brian's death affected him. When Sofia returns, they get back together very quickly, and while they both have pain about what they both endured after M Day, it gets easier and better for them quickly.

Jay and Laurie become closer after they've both been resurrected, they can both relate to the disconnection from their friends and previous romantic interests due to the age gaps and gaps in experiences. I think they could end up becoming one of those couples who you don't necessarily think would be into each other at first, but they just become close and it ends up working. I think Jay could be a very forgiving person for Laurie, especially because he was never personally attached to the drama she had with Josh and Kevin. I think he could also make her better in a weird way, and she could bring out a much happier side in him.

When Kevin is resurrected on Krakoa, I think he is isolated from the hellions and other academy x kids at first; they all try to forgive him and help him out, but he simply isn't ready to be helped yet. He doesn't want to believe that he was a victim of Selene like they all say, and he hates that they try to treat him as such. Emma however, feels incredibly guilty for what happened to him and as he was like a son to her before m day, she invites him to live in her castle and has a specialized room built for him with no organics. He mostly isolates himself there, especially because the island is almost entirely organic. While there, he interacts with Julian a lot, and while they try to avoid each other at first, they end up becoming like brothers, and Kevin likes interacting with him more than the other people because he doesn't treat him like a victim or walk on egg shells around him, he says things like they are, despite his own guilt complex about what happened to Kevin. Emma considers them both to be like the sons she's never had, so she encourages them to be close again as well.

When Selene is elected onto the council, Emma sends Kevin off of the island, not telling him why, but he agrees to it because he's tired of being cooped up on an island where he can't do much. She pays rent for his apartment, while he goes back to getting a job in a junk yard, and taking online high school classes so he can eventually go to art school. Julian visits him occasionally to hang out, even though its awkward, he's the only person that Kevin allows to make an effort to spend time with him. (Emma is able to keep Kevin well shielded and safe during the Orchis nonsense, of course.)

Okay I'm gonna have to continue this in reblogs lol. See the rbs for more!

[harmfulb1tch]

Interesting Dreams Part 2

Ship: Brad Bakshi x reader

Warnings: SMUT (mdni): Vibrators, exhibitionism, teasing, orgasm denial, possessive. Swearing.

Summary: After your encounter with Brad last week, he has a little surprise for you.

A/N: The long awaited Part twoooooo yay! Finally Finished!

-------------------------

A couple of days had passed since the incident. You had barely spoken to Brad, meaning you had only spoken to him when necessary. That was in directory meetings and when you had to present him the designs for the new weapons in the game to see if they were marketable, and even then, you limited yourself to give him the design on paper and look straight down to the floor.

Poppy had confronted you about the dream a couple of times, saying that she didn’t know what you saw in Brad (which you didn’t know yourself). But you shut her down quickly when you brought up her dream about Ian. Of course, the situation wasn’t the same, because differently from Poppy, you did in fact want to be fucked by Brad. You wanted it so bad it was the only thing you thought about everyday at work. You always had him in view, since your office was right in front of his and they both had clear windows. He always was either pacing around with coffee in his hand or very concentrated on his Mac, working on something you didn’t know. It was very ironic how a couple of weeks ago you agreed with everyone around the office on hating Brad, but it only took a dream for you to change your mind about the lanky man (This is probably because you lied to yourself). While he was in his office, you only fantasized about what he would do to you. You wanted him to fuck you in his office, to treat you like he owned you.

There he was now, he was talking on the phone to some client, you assumed. He looked calm and collected, he probably sounded like that too. Although, you could look through that facade. He was calm, but you could see the cogs in his head turning. You could see that he was plotting a scheme or finding a way to make the client crack. That’s something you admired from him, how he could look collected and make everyone be at his mercy all at the same time. 

Your thoughts were interrupted suddenly when you saw Brad looking directly at you. He caught you looking at him, practically undressing him with your eyes. He immediately smirked and looked away. You also turned your gaze away from him, blushing madly and trying to focus again on your work. 

After that, you heard someone knock on the door of your office. David appeared with his usual fake smile and positive attitude. A part of you was scared that he was going to talk to you to mention the incident that happened with Brad a couple of days prior. You discarded the possibility remembering how nervous he was when he found out about the dream, thinking that if he were to bring the topic up, he wouldn’t be so jolly. 

“Good Morning Y/N! I just wanted to tell you that we will have a directory meeting at 12pm, so be ready for that! he said, accentuating the “T” at the end. You liked David, to a certain extent. You immediately started liking him less when he ratted you out to Brad. 

“Sure. But couldn’t you have send me an email with the details of the meeting? I could’ve prepared something on what we were working on right now in the art department” 

“Yep, sorry. We forgot to tell you. See you later!” And with that he left, closing the door behind him

You sighed. Typical. You, the art director, were forgotten when setting up a very important meeting. You needed a fucking break, you didn’t get paid enough to keep up with all this bullshit.

You went to the breakroom, where Poppy and Ian were talking next to the coffee machine. You pushed Ian aside without even talking to him to prepare yourself a coffee and grab a packet of Pop Tarts. Poppy and Ian started talking to you about their lives, just making casual conversation. Ian was telling you and Poppy about a hookup he had the night before. Although it was a very graphic explanation, you lived for the drama of it all. At some point, Poppy tried to bring up Brad into the conversation, but every time she hinted at the subject, you shot her a stern look, not wanting to talk about your experiences regarding Brad.

Ian looked at you and Poppy weirdly, clearly feeling excluded from the conversation. He then said his “goodbye”s and left for his office. Immediately after he left, Poppy looked at you, wiggling her eyebrows, clearly not scared of you revealing her wet dream about Ian anymore.

“So? You’re not going to ask him out?” Poppy said, trying to usher you into caving in and admitting your crush on the tall man.

“Absolutely not.” you said with the most serious look. To prove your seriousness, you took a sip of your coffee.

“Oh come on! You know you like him, admit it!”

“Poppy, he’s a fucking sociopath. I’ve been with guys like him before and I don’t want anything to do with him.”

“Aha! So you do admit he’s your type!” She said, with an exaggerated tone of voice, as if she just resolved a case.

“Poppy! Such the fuck up!” You shushed her “Plus, I’d be surprised if he doesn’t already have someone in his life… Anyway, I’m not asking him out, he’s probably already weirded out enough”

“I’m sure he’s not. You said it yourself, he’s a fucking weirdo. Remember when he tried to bet on my hair? Yeah, fucking weirdo” She rambled “My point is, he’s probably turned on by all this.”

“Ew, I don’t want to talk about it. I’m too busy for this shit, I’m going back to my office. Tell me if you need anything work related. Bye.” And with that you left straight to your office.

When you arrived, you sat on your roller chair sighing. You brushed your hand over your face in pure self-doubt. Should you ask him out? Should you just ignore this whole situation? You didn’t know. All of this was raising a lot of questions in your head. Opening your eyes again, you went to reach your computer to continue working before your meeting when you hand touched a small, wrapped box. When you inspected it further, you saw a note was attached to it. You opened the small envelope curious to see who left the little box on your office table. You hadn’t seen anyone enter, too occupied talking to Poppy.

“ A little present for you. Be a good girl and put these on for the directory meeting in around half an hour. I have the remote.

Brad”

After reading the note, you immediately opened the box, tearing into the deep red wrapping paper that covered it neatly. You opened the lid to reveal a pair of vibrator panties. Your eyes immediately widened at the sight. The fact that Brad would spend this amount of money to torture you was unbelievable to you. Even if you were a bit grossed out by the situation, you were also very curious on how all of this was to play out. Without a second thought (before you regretted it) you rushed to the bathroom and put them on.

Ten minutes later, you rushed to the meeting and sat next to the man responsible for the vibrator between your legs. He was sitting slouching in his seat as if he didn’t give a fuck about anything, with one leg over the other, pressing his ankle on his opposite thigh. He leaned into you a bit and whispered in your ear.

“Are you wearing it?” he said. You nodded softly, gulping in anticipation. “Good girl” your pussy throbbed at that, you loved his praises.

You saw him put his hand into his pocket and the vibration between your thighs started softly, drawing a pleased hum out of you. He was kinky, you’d give him that.

When it was your turn to show everyone your designs, you knew Brad would make your life impossible. As you went to stand up, the vibration in between your legs speeded up, making you jump, drawing a concerned and confused look from David. You couldn’t think about anything but Brad during your presentation, your voice shook, you slightly whimpered, you sweated and could barely recall what you needed to say.

“Y/N, are you ok? You really don’t seem like yourself today” David said, concern laced in his voice. You slightly looked at Brad, who looked at you with lust-filled eyes and smirked at you.

“Y-yes, I’m fine. C-can I please c-continue?” You couldn’t help but stutter, it felt too good.

“S-sure…?” 

You kept going through the presentation and when you were done, you went back to your seat, crossing your legs to try to stop the build up. It was Brad’s time to present. He looked so sexy while engaging with his small public that consisted of the directory committee: Poppy, Ian, David, C.W. and yourself. 

“The weapons Y/N designed were a huge hit, and they’ve been selling like hot cakes. Good girl Y/N.” You almost choked when he said that. A silence filling the room.

“T-thank you Brad.” You said flushed.

“Well that was fucking weird” Said Ian.

At one moment, he put his hands on his pockets and amplified the vibrations while was presenting. You were so fucking close. You needed release and without realizing, you smacked the table with your hand hard. Then you tried to camouflage it as a cough when everybody looked at you weirdly. That cough sounded more like a moan than anything, but people didn’t dare to question anything. Brad knew you were so. Fucking. Close. That was when he completely stopped the vibrations. When he wrapped up his presentation, you rushed to your office.

“What was that about?” David said, weirded out.

“I don’t know,” Brad said, bored.

Brad paraded after you and found you hunched over your desk. You were on the brink of your orgasm and he denied it like he owned you, which he kind of did. You haven’t been this frustrated in a long time.

“H-hey, uh… what’s going on?” he said in an innocent tone. You stood up to confront him, full of a new-found confidence. 

“What is your fucking deal? I was so fucking close, and you put me in the spot SEVERAL times. I’m so fucking done with you Brad” You sounded really pissed, because you were.

“Oh don’t get your panties in a twist.” he said annoyed

“Oh fuck you!” you shouted

“Careful there, princess. You’re playing with fire.” With that, he pressed you against your desk and, yet again, leaned into your ear, whispering “You don’t want me to deny you of your orgasm again, do you?”

“N-no…” With his body pressed to yours, your brain barely functioned. You didn’t know what was going on with you, you never acted like this. 

“Good girl. Now, I have to go. I’ll see you later.” before he left, he brushed his lips with yours. Not quite kissing you, just teasing.

You were left there, dumbfounded (again). You breathed deeply, and your eyes were wide. You probably looked crazy, a complete mess. And worst of all, you were the wettest you had ever been. You were so fucking frustrated. You wanted to shout, scream and have a tantrum but, most of all, you wanted to cum. You wanted Brad to fuck you like he owned you.

[waratah-moon]

5,6&21 maybe all three or just one? You decide buuuuuut Eddie x cheerleader 👀👀

21. "Can you please come and get me?" This prompt gives me biiiiiiig cheerleader!reader vibes 🎂 bday prompts list 🎂 masterlist / send me a message Warnings: drunk reader, bad friends, mvp wayne munson wc 1.2k

You weren't used to drinking alcohol; you had sipped the occasional glass of sparkling wine when your parents hosted dinner parties, but you never really drank with your friends. But something about tonight, maybe it was the air of celebration from the football team winning their big game, made you want to cut loose. It had started with a couple of Jello shots, then your friend Jessica gave you a wine cooler from the four pack she'd stolen from her mom, and now you were on your third glass of punch. It was clear you were drunk; sober you would never go near a communal bowl of unidentifiable liquid, let alone willingly drink it.

"Come dance!" Jessica was semi-coherent, although it wasn't clear if her voice was distorted on your end or hers. It was most likely you though, you knew Jessica could handle her liquor.

"mgonna sit down a sec," you mumbled, stumbling onto a bar stool at the kitchen counter. The room kept rotating in your peripheries.

"Are you okay?" Jessica echoed.

"I'll be fine, come join you in a minute," you managed the words slowly, and Jessica nodded, disappearing out into the backyard.

Your mind felt cloudy, like there was a foggy haze overlaying your thoughts, and to be honest, it made you a little scared. You breathed, trying to steady nerves and stop the nausea. You were pretty much alone. You couldn't call your parents to come and pick you up as that would lead to a lecture about how good girls behave, and you didn't need any more attention from them than was absolutely necessary. When it came to your parents, it was best to be quiet, placid, and ignored. Your friend Jessica had been your ride here, and now she was off dancing with the other members of the cheer squad, most of whom would go home with their jock boyfriends.

Your own boyfriend hadn't been invited to the party; he wasn't invited to most of the social gatherings you were, only called upon when some popular kid wanted a plug. Even though you two had only been dating about a month, he knew more about your life than your closest friends. You trusted Eddie with the parts of you that you kept secret, and you knew if anyone could fix the situation you had found yourself if it was Eddie.

You spotted a phone hanging off the kitchen wall and dialled, surprising yourself that your muscle memory remembered what order the numbers went in. The line rang a few times before someone picked up with a tired, "hello?"

It wasn't Eddie. "Mr. Munson," you tried to steady your voice. "S-sorry for calling so late, I was trying to reach Eds-Eddie."

"It's okay, darling." Wayne had looked after an inebriated Eddie enough times to know a drunk teenager when he heard one. "Are you alright?"

"I'm," suddenly the gravity of the situation dawned on you and tears stung at the corners of your eyes. Your voice cracked, "I d-don't think so."

"Where are you?"

"Uh," you looked around helplessly, trying to remember who's house you had ended up at. "I think it's D-David Horowitz' house in Loch-Loch Nora. Can you please come and get me?"

"I'm leaving now, sweetheart."

You managed to find Jessica, telling her you weren't feeling great and that you'd find a ride home, making sure to tell her to have fun before you left. You stumbled out of the front door and planted yourself on the front steps to wait for Wayne.

Your brain couldn't interpret the clock hands on your watch, but it was maybe 15 minutes later that you were being shaken awake.

"Baby?" Eddie asked softly, pushing your hair behind your ear. "Baby girl?"

You groaned, opening your eyes to see a worried Eddie kneeling beside you. "Eds?"

"C'mon sweetheart, let's get you into bed."

"m'tired, Eds," you groaned as he helped you up, slinging your arm around his shoulder so he could help you walk.

"You've had a big night, huh?"

"Edsie?" Your voice was girlishly high.

"Yeah, baby girl?"

"I think I'm drunk," you giggled when you hiccuped over the words.

"I think you might be."

The last thing you remember was being helped onto the bench-seat in Wayne's old pickup truck and mumbling an enthusiastic hi to Wayne who was in the drivers seat, then everything went black.

The next morning you awoke to a pounding in your head and it took a moment to remember where you were. You'd never slept in Eddie's bed before, and you thought when you finally did you wouldn't be nursing a mighty hangover, and Eddie would actually be next to you. But he wasn't. You sat up a little too fast, the blood rushing painfully to your head and causing you to let out a soft whimper.

"You awake?" It was definitely Eddie's voice, but you couldn't see where it was coming from.

"Eds? Where are you?"

He groaned and you heard his joints crack as he staggered to a stand. When he reached his full height he stretched upwards, yawning. "Slept on the floor."

You blinked, still not fully cognisant, but aware enough to appreciate the trail of hair on his lower stomach. "Why?"

"You were drunk, sweetheart," he sat on the end of the bed, watching you. "You were pretty out of it, and kinda handsy."

"Oh," you averted your gaze. He looked gorgeous with his sleep ruffled hair, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. You'd only woken up next to Eddie once before, after he'd snuck through your bedroom window. But you hadn't had the opportunity to fully appreciate how pretty he was in the mornings as he had quickly left the way he'd came before your parents woke up.

"You wanted to cuddle, but then you kept trying to put your hand down my-"

"I get it, Eds. Sorry." He smirked at your blush.

"Don't get me wrong, baby girl, if you were sober I would have been all for it."

You looked up to see his eyes twinkling. "Yeah?"

"'course," he leant forward, pressing a kiss to your lips. "You taste like vodka."

You groaned, the palms of your hands rubbing your eyes. "I need a shower."

Ten minutes with the hot water running over you made you finally feel clean and awake. Eddie leant you the comfiest clothes in his wardrobe, a thousand washed Black Sabbath teeshirt and sweatpants, and had breakfast waiting for you when you came out of his room.

"Eggs, toast, and black coffee, the perfect hangover cure."

You sat at the dining table, the plate of greasy fried food looking equally appetising and unappetising at the same time. "Thanks for coming to get me last night," you broke the egg with a corner of the toast.

"I'll always come and get you baby girl, no questions asked," he nodded, taking a sip of his own mug of coffee.

You smiled softly at him, knowing he was telling the truth. The edges of him a bit fuzzy as alcohol was still thick in your blood, but your mind had never felt clearer. It was in this moment you realised you were in love with Eddie Munson.

-

read more cheerleader!reader here

[starlahuskyz]

Chances - Chapter 18

Summary: The truth behind Jordan's past is finally being revealed to the boys in its full detail.

This was supposed to be one big chapter, but it ended up being way too big so I'm separating it into two different parts.

Chapter 17 <<< >>> Chapter 19

TW// SA Attempt, Blood, Gore

---------------------------------------------

Jordan could feel her heart leap into her throat after hearing Marko’s request, she almost thought she was going to vomit again. Marko only waited patiently to see if she would finally unveil whatever truths she was hiding.

“Of all the things you could’ve asked for, why that?” Jordan pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged herself, Marko scooted closer to her.

“Why not? It doesn’t seem like a hard question.” Marko knew he was being a bit of an ass, but he was also tired of waiting and found his chance to finally learn about her life.

“Well, it’s a sensitive question for me. If I tell you how I became a vampire, I would have to most likely tell you my whole life story. And quite frankly, I’m not ready for that yet.” She still wasn’t budging, but then Paul sighed dramatically.

“C’mon Jordan, that’s boring! You can’t just chicken out of truth or dare. Besides, I’m down for a good story.” He leaned against a log while casually roasting a marshmallow over the fire, almost oblivious to how Jordan was feeling.

“Good story?” Jordan was confused.

“You not telling us means it’s drama filled, and if anyone loves drama it’s me.”

“If you’re afraid we’ll judge you, we won’t. There ain’t nothing you can tell us that’ll scare us.” Dwayne seemed to be more gentle and sincere about what he said, but it brought little comfort to Jordan.

Jordan sat there, silently not knowing what to do. A part of her never wanted to revisit the horrible memories that plagued her but at the same time, she wasn’t even sure why she didn’t want to tell them. She figured it was the fear of how they’d react to the information, would they laugh at her? Would they push her away in anger or fear? Or would they sympathize with her story and find it emotionally moving? There was only one way to find out.

She finally unlatched her arms from herself and made a decision. “Can you guys promise to handle this story with some maturity?” She looked at everyone collectively and they all nodded without saying anything.

“I promise, you have our full attention.” Marko scooted right next to her and rubbed her shoulder reassuringly.

“Alright, well it’s a long story so…get comfortable.” She watched as Paul repositioned himself to lean against a log so he was more comfortable and Laddie had moved to Dwayne’s spot to use him as a glorified pillow as he was already a bit drowsy and most likely would fall asleep soon. And Marko sat behind Jordan sprawling out his legs on both of her sides and hugged her midsection.

“You have our attention, fire away Jordan.” David lit another cigarette ready to hear what she had to say.

“Okay, I think I should start from when I first got to Santa Carla in ‘86…”

-------------------

An agonizingly long drive has finally brought Jordan’s family to Santa Carla all the way from Utah. Her parents had told her that moving to a new place would be the start of something great. Jordan admired her parent’s optimism, but then she also couldn’t help but remember the fact they were moving to this new town to live in the house of her now deceased grandparents. Back in Hurricane, Utah she had to worry about the amount of judgmental stares and bullying that occurred, now she was thinking that she was going to have to worry about ghosts of her grandparents watching her sleep.

“Ocean looks great, I’ve always dreamed of living in a place like this. Doesn’t that look beautiful Jordan?” Her mother turned around to look at her daughter.

“Huh? Oh yeah, it’s nice.” She pulled herself from her thoughts and answered.

“I think we’ll fit into this place nicely, everyone here looks so lively.” Jane looked out the window at the many people who were doing their own things around town.

Jordan noticed how strange the people out here were, the fashion sense of the many residents looked straight out of an MTV music video. Everyone minded their own business and looked like they were having the time of their lives. She saw punks all in a group together, jocks all playing basketball, metalheads blasting their music on porches. All foreign sights to behold, people who did this back at her old town would be lambasted by anyone of higher status. And considering how she was considered the town pariah for beating the shit out of her bully and befriending weird animals, she felt like she’d end up finding a lot in common with these people.

After a few more minutes of driving, they pulled up to a two story house sort of isolated from the rest of town. It was surrounded by trees and had a power line running through the backyard. Compared to their own home, this place was much grander in scale.

“Well, we’re here. I’m ready to take a nap.” Jordan’s father stepped out of the car stretching after the long drive and soon her mother followed. Jordan stepped out of the car and took in the exterior of the house, the paint was chipping a bit and it had a sort of Victorian feel to it. Jordan watched as her parents went inside the home meanwhile she decided to explore around outside the house first. She saw a few potted plants now left with the old wilted flowers that were neglected and plenty of gardening tools left leaned up against the wall of the house. Upon exploring further, she reached the back of the house which was relatively overgrown with grass in need of a trim. But she saw one thing that caught her eye, two doors leading into the basement of the home. She’d never been allowed down there whenever she’d come visit, she wanted to take a look but there seemed to be a lock keeping the doors from being opened. Jordan pondered the door for a few more minutes before leaving to go back to the front of the house. Before she could make it though, she heard a rustle coming from some bushes.

After approaching the bush, she pulled some leaves apart to see what made the sound. She was greeted by a black cat with two pearly fangs protruding from its mouth. It stared at her with its piercing yellow eyes, she felt like it was speaking to her mentally. She reached over to pet it, only for the cat to scratch her finger. It wasn’t severe, just enough for it to draw a single drop of blood. Jordan flipped off the cat before wiping the blood on her pants and retreating inside the house.

----------------

“Damn, I didn’t know you came all the way from Utah.” Paul said while eating his sweet treat fresh off the fire.

“What was it like?” Star asked.

“The town was relatively quiet, not a whole lot to do. It was extra awful for me though, I was the town pariah. Nobody liked me.” Jordan said somewhat dejectedly. She wasn’t too hurt by that fact anymore, but it still hurt to admit.

“Why didn’t people like you?” Laddie asked.

“I’m not too sure to be honest, although I did a lot of weird things so I guess that didn’t help too much. Like one time I befriended a possum and brought him to school for show and tell. I also throttled my bully after she kicked a cat.” Jordan then thought for a moment “Actually, the town pariah thing is making a little more sense.”

All the boys laughed at the story and David decided to add on to the story train.

“Well that isn’t too strange out here, Marko brought home some rats and named them and everything. But we had to get rid of them because they kept shitting all over everything, and Laddie ate one of them.”

Jordan looked at David shocked. “The kid doesn’t have rabies or anything right?” She motioned at Laddie who looked confused.

“Dwayne, what’s rabies?”

“Nothing you need to worry about.” Dwayne quickly answered him, glaring at Jordan.

“Can we get back to the story? I wanna hear more from you.” Marko rested his head on Jordan’s shoulder giving her his irresistible puppy eyes.

“Alright, only because you’re being so sweet.”

-------------------

Jordan had helped her parents get all of their belongings into the house and after some time spent organizing, the sun had already gone down and they weren’t too sure on what to do. Jordan’s mother had suggested going out to check out the town, so that’s ultimately what ended up happening. Jane and Harold took the car to check out the town and Jordan took her motorcycle to the boardwalk. She’d seen its status as a popular tourist attraction, so she decided to see what the fuss was all about.

The night was full of life and there wasn’t a single empty part of the boardwalk, even just pulling up she saw plenty of cars, families walking to and from the boardwalk, and just tons of people in general. After getting off her bike she walked towards the bright neon sign that said “Boardwalk” and upon passing underneath, she saw that the crowds of people did not slow down in the slightest. There were many rides adorning every inch of the place with its passengers screaming in fear and delight as they all operated. While she didn’t have any particular goal in mind for something to do at the boardwalk, she was drawn to one event occurring on the beach. It was a concert of some band she hadn’t ever heard of before. She leaned on the railing facing the ocean and watched the performance. 

The performance was lively and bustling with people all dancing along to the music that reverberated through the whole beach and boardwalk. The band named the Hellhounds, stood on the stage performing a cover of “Talking in your sleep” by the Romantics. They all adorned glam-like outfits yet also felt metal at the same time, it was a mix in between the two. They all had some form of shaggy hair and sported black leather jackets and pants with each member having some colorful accents unique to each other. Jordan was captivated by their vibes alone, she’d never seen anyone dressed this way even back from where she was from. The only taste she ever had was from the music videos she saw on MTV. She already was enthralled with the band, but there was one member who she couldn’t take her eyes off of.

The lead singer stood on stage singing his heart out to the song, his voice was smooth. Almost unnaturally smooth as he nailed every part of his vocal performance, Jordan could practically feel herself being hypnotized by the sound of his voice alone. His looks didn’t help that fact either, he had long shaggy black hair with some blue highlights. His jacket also matched his hair with it being mainly black with some blue sown on patterns, and at some point during the performance he turned around during an instrumental break and Jordan saw that on the back of his jacket that there was a painted on picture of what looked to be a smiling dog with sharp teeth and horns. The bassist also did the same thing and she saw the same design, but theirs was red instead of blue. She came to the conclusion that every member had the same logo on their backs as well, she was also certain that it was their band logo.

The performance soon came to an end and once they finished, each member came forward to the front of the stage and gave a bow to the audience who applauded the excellent performance. Jordan also applauded as she had genuinely enjoyed the act as well, she scanned the crowd and felt giddy seeing all of these supportive and happy people coming together to have fun. But when she looked at the stage again, she was greeted by the lead singer who was staring dead at her. She locked eyes with him, he had a very devious smile on his face while he stared at her. She froze not knowing what to do, she then saw him lean to the bassist and whisper something into his ear. The bassist took a glance at her and laughed, giving the lead singer a pat on the back before finally walking off stage. Jordan watched them all leave and decided to also leave to find something to eat. She didn’t know what the guy’s deal was but she dismissed what happened as just a weird occurrence thinking he was mocking her. She wasn’t too bothered by that, but she still couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking.

------------------

“The Hellhounds…” David said while smoking a cigarette.

“I’m assuming you’ve heard of them?” Jordan asked.

“Well, yes. I’ve heard of them but I never really liked them, they looked like a bunch of idiots and dressed like whores.” The other boys looked at David offended.

“Seriously…” Dwayne gave him a look while Paul pretended to wipe tears from his eyes.

“THEN WHAT ARE WE TO YOU?” Paul pointed a finger accusingly at David.

“Whores…but you’re MY whores. Maybe if you all put on proper shirts I’d think differently.”

“Whatever, but speaking of showing skin…did you always used to look like this?” Marko referred to Jordan who was back to sporting her usual red crop top which matched his own white one.

“Actually, this may be hard to believe but…I used to have long hair before this shit happened. Dress-wise it hasn’t changed too much.” Everyone looked rather shocked because they had a hard time picturing her with long hair like most other girls had.

“No way, you got any photos?” Paul looked curiously.

“Maybe, ask my parents. They would know. Anyways, let me continue because we still have quite a ways to go.”

------------------

Jordan had found a small quiet area to eat her food at, there were people but they were all just friend groups who were here to have fun. She ate a tray of garlic fries by herself while she had whipped out her sketchbook drawing the logo she saw the band members wearing on their jackets. She wasn’t really sure why she liked it so much, but she thought it looked really cool. She had even thought about tattooing it onto her arm, although she would likely have to ask the band permission to do so. She had finished drawing it and gazed at her work proudly. 

“That’s some nice work you got there.” Before Jordan could react a stranger grabbed her book off the table and looked at the drawing on the page.

“Hey give my shit back dude!” She turned around looking at the figure who took her book and was met with the lead singer from the performance she had just watched. He looked at her with a cocky smile and gave her book back.

“My apologies, I just couldn’t help but notice you drawing our band logo in your book. It was so captivating I had to take a look.”

Jordan looked back at him somewhat flustered, feeling embarrassed. “Oh my bad, didn’t mean to yell. If you want to look at my book then just ask next time.”

She placed the book back onto the table and the guy ended up taking a seat next to her, he didn’t sit too close leaving at least a foot of space in between them.

“I will take note of that for the future.” He leaned onto the table and stared at her.

“Um, listen I just wanted to say, I loved your performance. You have a really nice voice.” Jordan looked at him feeling very giddy seeing him stare at her the way he did. A part of her thought it was a little creepy, but at the same time it was better than the way people looked at her back in Utah.

“I get that a lot, my mom told me that all the time when I was younger and now I’m here. Also, are you new around here?”

“How did you know?”

“I come here a lot, so I can tell a local from a stranger. Are you a tourist, or are you here to stay?”

“I just got here today, I’m from Utah.” The singer’s eyes widened.

“Really? No shit. I mean you really do stick out like a sore thumb around here. Trust me though, you’ll love it here.” He placed a rough hand onto her shoulder.

“Well I came here to get out of that place, I wasn’t liked all that much back at home. So I’m hoping for better results out here, and from what it looks like it’s already working out just fine.” She was referring to him being so kind to her.

“Just giving you a hearty welcome, you ever have any questions about this place. Just ask me…speaking of questions. What’s your name?”

“Jordan. What’s yours?”

“Viktor.” 

They both shook hands as an official greeting to each other, Viktor kept his gaze on her the whole time. Jordan was flattered by his hospitality, but at the same time she wondered why he seemed to like her so much.

-------------

“So that was his name…” Marko commented.

“What do you mean by that?” Jordan looked back at him confused.

“I saw him a couple of times and really wasn’t a fan of him, he was such a cocky piece of shit.”

“I hate to say it babe, but you really aren’t too different.” Marko gave her the dirtiest look he could muster.

“Shut up.”

“It’s true…” Jordan shrugged, then Marko let out the cutest growl because he very well knew it was true as well.

----------------

One thing led to another and Jordan grew accustomed to her life in Santa Carla, she really loved living there. She got a job on the boardwalk and made some new friends, but the main thing she was most happy with was her friendship with Viktor. In truth, she had many questions about Santa Carla and would take his offer of asking him about things she had heard about the town. Like how someone from her job had mysteriously disappeared one day and then a friend told her about how Santa Carla was the murder capital of the world. She approached him about the question at some point when they were hanging out together.

“Is Santa Carla really the murder capital of the world?” She looked at him while he drank a beer.

“Well, people die all the time. Whether it be a natural, intentional or freak accident. What would the world be if people didn’t die all the time?” He shrugged at her.

“I guess that makes sense.” She really didn’t understand but she chose not to push the topic. She pulled up her sleeve to show him her tattoo which was in the process of healing. “What do you think about my tattoo so far? I think it’s healing quite nicely.”

“Looks goddamn beautiful. I want to convince my bandmates to get matching tattoos, but they are a bunch of bitches.” They both laughed at what he said.

“You guys always wear those leather jackets so I don’t think it would make much of a difference either way.”

They both continued talking about life and their aspirations when Jordan asked Viktor a question about his future.

“So, what are your plans for the future? You guys seem pretty popular here, are you ever gonna go on tour or something?” She looked up at him, his face was thoughtful.

“Maybe…haven’t really thought about it.”

“Why? Don’t you wanna be like a proper rockstar and go perform worldwide?” Jordan was surprised by his answer considering his profession.

“There’s a few reasons, one being that I love Santa Carla too much to leave. This place is goddamn perfect, but there is another reason.” Viktor turned his attention to Jordan. “You…”

Jordan’s face turned beet red at his confession, no one had ever said anything like this to her face before.

“You’re kidding right?”

“I’ve never been more serious.”

“But why? What do I have that’s so special compared to anyone else?”

Viktor grabbed Jordan’s shoulders and pulled her close to him, “You got a good balance of all my favorite traits in a lover. You’re kind, naive and you’re beautiful.”

He kept his hold on her and rocked her back and forth to the faint music being played from the boardwalk. She wrapped her own arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder.

“That has to be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, thank you.” She looked up at him and he gave her a warm smile, it was a smile of genuine love. He loved her and she loved him back, despite the fact they hadn’t even known each other for all that long. Viktor leaned down and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

“I would do anything to be with you forever…”

---------------

“I’ll admit I definitely fell pretty hard for him.” Jordan finished that part of her story and she hadn’t noticed Marko’s fuming.

“So you practically handed your love to him on a silver platter and yet you made me walk on glass to get you?” Marko made her look at him.

“I had a good reason to make you work for my love, if you just be patient I’ll get there soon.” Jordan noticed David giving her a look and turned her attention to him.

“I get that you were an outcast and all of that, but did you ever stop to consider the fact he reeled you into a relationship without really asking if you were okay with it?” He took a drag from his cigarette.

“I was stupid back then, I was only 19 at the time, give me a break. How was I supposed to know what I was in for?” With that she continued on.

------------

Jordan and Viktor started dating, their relationship grew quite a bit during Jordan’s first year of living in Santa Carla. Viktor would come see her every night after work or when she was at her house, he wouldn’t tell her, he just showed up. Jordan also became friends with his bandmates over the course of the year, they were all equally unique and had their own little crazy personalities. 

There was the bassist Bolt, Jordan asked him why his name was Bolt but he wasn’t much of a talker. All she knew was that it had something to do with his parents being eccentric in the worst way possible. There was the drummer who was named Johnny, she remembered him as the guy who was arrested for committing arson when he was a teen. He also collected shiny things a lot. She would see him snatching rings from random girls he’d dance with, but she never said anything about it. There was the guitarist named Jackson who had an interest in graffiti, and he and Jordan got along really well. They were both artists to some degree, Jackson was by far more chaotic and loved drawing naked people on bathroom stalls and picnic benches. And Lastly there was the keyboard player named Xavier, Jordan only remembered him for always being high all the time though.

Viktor had introduced Jordan into the friend group and at first, they weren’t too fond of her because they thought it would end up taking attention away from their band. But after a lot of passive aggressive reassurance from Viktor they soon came around and slowly started liking Jordan more and more. She even had Jackson and Johnny making their own moves on her trying to win her love, which earned them a solid earful from their band leader who was less than thrilled. Bolt didn’t really say a lot to her, but he did have a habit of staring at her…more often than she was comfortable with. And Xavier was impassive, he would just smile and let her exist. Things carried on well enough with Jordan and the band, she was happy and so were they. There wasn’t anything particularly weird about them besides them being a little crazy. That was until…one quiet night.

Jordan had gotten off her shift and was closing up the shop for the night, usually Viktor would come and greet her at the same time every night and would help her close. But he never showed up, Jordan noticed and started to wonder where he was. Jordan hated being alone while closing because the boardwalk was dark and desolate without the usual swarms of life that occupied it while it was open, and she was told by everyone that one should never go out alone at night in Santa Carla. She took her sweet time while closing, hoping with every fiber of her being that Viktor would show up. However, that didn’t end up happening.

She locked the doors to the shop and looked at her surroundings, nothing but an eerie quietness accompanied her. Not a single soul could be seen around her, not even a single security guard. She started walking towards the parking lot of the boardwalk passing the many attractions and closed up shops still not seeing anyone. But that feeling of being alone is soon snatched away from her because she hears a voice behind her.

“Hey sweets, where’s your boyfriend?” The voice said to her.

Jordan turned around and saw a group of surf nazis who she recalled seeing a few times around the boardwalk. She said nothing, she’d rather not feed into anything they say.

“Did he break up with you? Makes sense, he was too good for you.” They took a few steps closer and Jordan also took a few steps back.

“Leave me alone you guys, I’m not in the mood to do this shit right now.” That was all she wanted to say.

“Not happening, if you’re in such a sour mood, why don’t you let us make you feel better? Let me slide in and make your day as well as mine.” He took a forceful step forward and grabbed her arm pulling her towards him, but before he could make any more advances, Jordan quickly took at her keys and jammed them right into his eye. With a successful blow he pulls away in pain and she books it onto the beach. She spots a bonfire where she can see four people sitting and the closer she got to it, she actually saw it was Viktor’s bandmates.

“Guys! Help me!” She yelled out to them but they didn’t seem to notice her. She tried to run as fast as she could but her perpetrators were faster. Their leader finally caught up with Jordan and pinned her to the ground, and straddled her back pulling out a switchblade.

“You fucked with the wrong guy, I tried being nice but now I’ve changed my mind.” He flipped her over and stared at her like a predator hunting its prey. In one last ditch effort Jordan tried to yell for help.

“ANYONE, PLEASE HELP ME!” He clamped and handed over her mouth silencing her, and then reached a hand underneath her shirt.

In one swift motion, her attacker was suddenly pulled off of her and thrown to the side like a piece of garbage. She felt someone pull her into their arms, Jordan peeked a look and saw Bolt holding her securely. She then saw Viktor confronting the surf nazi.

“That’ll be enough of that, I told you that if you touched her that you’d regret it.” Viktor spoke calmly, it was almost eerie in the way he spoke.

“Your bitch stabbed me in my eye, you think I’m gonna let her off easy because some pretty boy told me so?” His eye was bleeding significantly and Viktor only chuckled.

“I appreciate the compliment, but that’s not what we are here for. Now how is this gonna go, are we doing this the easy way or the hard way?”

The surf nazi gave a good punch to the side of Viktor’s face making him stagger a bit. He spit out some blood and stood tall again.

“Not bad, I can do worse though.” Viktor snapped his fingers and his bandmates joined his side, Bolt gave Jordan a reassuring nod and got up to join the others. Viktor then called out to Jordan.

“You might wanna stand back Jordan, this is gonna get messy.” Jordan saw him look back at her and she noticed something, his eyes were different. They were red and gold, he even smiled at her showing her his new pearly white fangs. Before she could even process what was going on, all hell broke loose.

It was unlike anything she had ever seen before, she watched as within just a few minutes if not seconds her friends were tearing her attackers limb by limb. Bolt was snapping bones in half like sticks, Johnny and Jackson were tearing pieces of muscle apart like hungry animals. Xavier was taking big bites out of arteries which all spewed blood. And Viktor took his time with tearing the head off of the surf nazi’s leader, it was slow and messy. Jordan heard every excruciating scream coming from the guys and every crunch of their bodies. As they died one by one, their bodies were thrown into the nearby fire. Eventually the group finished their business and returned to Jordan’s side. Viktor still had the head of the leader in his hands, he dropped it at Jordan’s feet and smiled.

“For you my love…” He said it in his usual sweet smooth tone as if he didn’t just kill a man and decapitate him. Jordan, at a loss for words, was suddenly overwhelmed and felt sick. Before she knew it, the world suddenly went black, and by the time she came to, she was back in her bed at her house.

------------------------------------------------

Taglist (If you wanna be tagged, just ask ^ ^)

@blog4horror @ria-coolgirl @oceansrose2002 @hypocriticaltypwriter @deliciousfestsalad @kristel1990

[washa]

I listened to The Summit audio (part 2) and here’s my favourite personal comments/thoughts! (I HAVE SO MANY QUESTION WHAT)

YEAH WHAT IS FUCKING GOING ON??

Tf do you mean Porter, THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN PORTER

William order you to WHAT NOW 

Oh my god it’s an alibi for both of them

Alexis please find some care in your heart.

I mean.. We could make it a game of Cluedo. It would add more to the plot. 

Can vampires even get wrinkles??

“I didn’t kill him, now relax, we have work to do.” That was the most human i’ve heard Alexis.

—--------------------

OH HEAVENS SWEETHEART IS ALIVE WHOOP WHOOP

Wait did they see what happened??? 

Oh no Asher sounds so stressed 😭

—--------------------

David needs a fucking break

Pushed magically away? Oh shit is closeknit here. 

It’s so interesting to see the characters discover plot we already know of, Imagine their reaction to Sunshine and Elliot or Blake and Bestie.

Sweetheart maybe take the memo and not do this

Goddammit Porter. Godfuckingdammit.

Confrontation part 2??? Let’s go

—--------------------

“Get in line.” Porter you snarky bitch

WOAH THERE ASHER?? I’m kinda woahie 🤞

My jaw is dropped. MY JAW IS DROPPED ASH. THE TEETH??

Are they on the floor, like Porter being pinned or?

Big word time 😇

I’m so lost right now. I'm so shitty abt politics, all I'm getting is a corrupt government. 

Kinda attracted to both of them rn… 💕

Porter and Asher both have great points tbh

Where’s Sam when you need him 😕

—--------------------

Are we really doing a trial right now??? RIGHT FUCKING NOW???

So the department ruling has only been formed for 50 years. Oh wait nvm that's not Alexis.

OH HI SAMMM

Monarch Baz is so self centered I loathe her, But damn she can be commanding when needed.

“Do we get a vote.?” “Do I look like a vampire, How the hell should I know?” Yes you two make some comedic relief, god knows we're gonna need it.

What are the mates/partners doing?? Is Lovely playing uno with Angel in a corner or??

I’m losing track of the whole houses thing, but that’s ok. 

Monarch Baz sounds so URGAJDDSAK.

“Zane, Ephraim-” , I heard Zac Efron and I was so confused. WAIT IS THAT HOW ERIK GOT THE NAMES??

I’ll be honest, I don’t think “The House of Shaw” and the Solaire Clan are gonna be allies after this 😭

The House of Shaw needs a break what about that 😇

“A piles of bones, obviously.” God it’s sass meeting sass.

ASH?? Are we breathing him in right now???

“Only the bones were left.” Aw yum?? Little chew toy for Darlin’ or something 🤷‍♀️

Beheaded Adam style, Lovely. (Pun intended)

“Considering his skull was halfway across the room, I’m assuming he was beheaded. That, or someone played an impromptu game of soccer with the good king’s skeleton after the fact.” Alexis put a muzzle on yourself please 😭

Yeah tbf Christoper isn’t really a saint here, Vincent can vouch for that. Also where is Vincent.

Calm conversation?? CALM CONVERSATION???

What’s with him and blaming Solaire Clan?

Christoper. Maybe look Lovely in their traumatic eyes and tell them that. STRAIGHT TO THEIR FACE. 

Adam hate club 🙌

Porter standing up for Vincent? Wow he really does keep his word on the whole Solaire’s stick together, also how many people have been killed now.  

“Well, I realized I left the stove on four years ago when I left, I needed to come check on it.” God the Solaire’s breathe sass don’t they. 

Nevermind. All vampires are sassy. 

What is the Shaw pack doing again, are they just in the corner.

Demon blood? Yeah David. POISON??

So hypothetically, If Gavin bled and sprinkler style sprayed his blood everywhere, he could kill a bunch of Vampires if it gets them in the mouth. 

“Shockingly we don't make a habit of broadcasting our weaknesses pup.” Is this an Imperium reference or?? (I've only seen like edits of Asher being called pup so idfk??)

How the fuck did someone get demon blood. A blood bank??

Why are they so sassy? WHY ARE THEY SO FUCKING SASSY??

CLOSEKNIT GETTING BLAMED WOO, I was so scared they were gonna blame Sweetheart or something. 

NO BC FR THAT CLOSEKNIT AD WAS SO FUCKING RUDE, AND IT WASN'T EVEN A GOOD AD. IT WAS LIKE A PERFUME AD.

If the Shaw Pack is gonna keep getting trampled can they just leave? Pup, Dog, A leash??

Christopher, Your fucking alibi is so shitty man, You’re so fucked 😭😭

Oh shit he’s found guilty. HOLY SHIT WAS THAT HIS NECK??

The Shaw Pack is losing their minds and rightfully so, what the fuck.

IS THIS NORMAL TO GET KILLED OR SOEMTHING???

Bye Alexis?

OH LOVELY WAS THERE?? Oh yes ma’am.

Yes we’ll speak with William. IF WE CAN GET IN CONTACT WITH HIM??

Well. At Least that’s good? Thanks Monarch.

No Vincent, baby. 

Porter, You confusing bastard. 

IS THAT THE END?? NO URGSHDH. NOT AT THE LORE DROP URIFEKDFDF

[bella-goths-wife]

Wait, could you do one where the lost boys (dads au) where their daughter ( teen years at this point) A. Takes a sip of the wine bottle thinking it was actually wine and just wanted fk try it, or B. Finds a love interest (ideally a lot aggressive bad boy like they are cuz the hypocritical dad logic there would be hilarious)

✨ Thank you ✨

Teen reader gets a aggressive bad boy boyfriend

“David we need to talk” star announced as she pushed her way into the boys personal room

“What now star?” He says annoyed, trying to continue his only romantic time of the week when he and the boys can have a a date night of sorts

“You can’t keep letting our child go out at night, I know your trying to prepare them for being a vampi-“ she was quickly cut off

“I what? I’ve not given them permission to leave the cave at night ever?” He says confused

“Well (y/n) told me you told them to go out more at night to get them prepared for when they turn in a few years, they wouldn’t lie to me David” star says with an edge to her voice, as if she’s trying to convince herself more than anything

David raises an eyebrow before turning around to his boys and giving them a pointed look

“We’ll sort it star” Marko says quickly, trying to not panic

“But-“ star tries again

“We said we’ll sort it” Dwayne snaps as he stands up to show dominance with his large size

Star stormed off defeated, she couldn’t help but feel guilty that she got you in trouble. You shouldn’t have lied to her

———————————————————————

The boys waited until the next night that you attempted to sneak out, they observed you from the shadows of the top of the cave as you went about your trickery

They noticed your outfit choice was a strange one for a hot summer night, you wore an oversized jumper and baggy jeans with what looked like ankle boots

They watched as you told star that you were going out, per David’s false orders. You even complained a bit to really pull off the act, they had to admit you were good.

They followed you from the sky as you wandered the boardwalk before reaching your destination, a tattoo shop

You ran in and the boys knew they would have to wait and watch from the shop window.

———————————————————————

You ran into the tattoo shop excitedly before you saw the reason for your quick pace.

“Jamie” you yell excitedly as you see your boyfriend in the tattooing chair, you flop down into his free arm and giggle as you see his eyes light up

“Hello gorgeous” he kisses your cheek lovingly and pets your hair

“Have you missed me?” You said playfully

“Uh huh more than anything baby” he teases back before planting a cheeky kiss on your lips.

“I have to finish up here if you want to use the staff bathroom to get changed and then we’ll get a bite to eat” James said whilst stroking soothing patterns into your hand.

“Okay” you rush off into the bathroom and see a bag for you to put your stuff in ready on the side.

—————-——————————————————

You and James met 8 months again and it definitely wasn’t love at first sight. James was a classics bad boy and because of your fathers, you tend to avoid boys like that, knowing how toxic they can be.

It wasn’t until James rescued you from some creeps when you were partying with some friends that you even talked to him without insulting each other. He knocked the guy out when he tried touching you inappropriately and took you back to ‘your house’ (grandpa max’s house, you couldn’t have him knowing you lived in a cave)

This sparked a friendship which quickly turned a relationship after a night of dancing turned into a night of kissing. You had fallen completely in love with James, you knew that everyone else saw an aggressive rule breaker and you saw the same, but you also saw him deeper than that, you knew his aggressive behaviour sparked from protectiveness rather than anger.

You opened up to James about your home life, how you were scared of being alone with some family members, how one of your dads was distant and how everyone in the family Ignored the obvious problems you were facing. (You left out having multiple vampire dads)

He accepted your baggage and even offered to run away with you, you initially rejected as you couldn’t face leaving your mother and Dwayne, but you are slowly beginning to be convinced though you would never admit it to anyone, not even yourself.

You and James had a typical routine of staying together on the boardwalk before he takes you home and you cuddle until 2AM because you would have to get home before your fathers got back and didn’t hear your heartbeat.

James adored you in every way, you were the one thing that gave him genuine joy, you were his sunshine, his gorgeous little princess. He’d die for you, he’d kill for you, he would do anything to make you smile.

———————————————————————

The boys watched you emerge from the tattoo and breathed a sigh of relief that you didn’t come out with any bandages from a tattoo on you.

The relief was short lived when they took notice of what you were wearing. You had on a black crop top with black denim shorts, fishnets, black boots and a oversized leather jacket that was clearly not yours.

They were shocked, who bought you those clothes because it wasn’t them also, why would you wear them. You were much to young to wear clothing like that.

Then they saw a boy by your side who quickly put his arm around your shoulder as you walked. The boys were disgusted, was this creep trying to take advantage of their baby? It wasn’t until they saw you smile and laugh with the boy they realised you weren’t being taken advantage of, you were enjoying your time with the boy

The boys were curious so they followed you more before they would reveal themselves, they followed you to the board walk where you stood with this boy in front of a food truck and ordered.

They noticed how people would part themselves for this boy to walk with you. The boys had only ever seen people do this with them and it would have to be two or more, what made this boy so intimidating that people would actively avoid him.

You tried to pull your cash out to pay for your food but the boy shooed your hand away and pulled out his cash to pay, you giggled at the boy and leant into him in a loving way.

You looked at this boy with pure adoration, it reminded David of how you would look at him when you were younger. You used to look at him as if he was a god, with nothing but love in your eyes. Nowadays you mostly looked at him with anger or sadness.

As the boys were distracted, a group of young men came up behind you and one of them smacked your ass on the way. The boys were outraged, they went to jump up and rescue you but they were beat by James shielding you before he grabbed the man by the collar and smashed his face into the food truck.

James took on the group of boys and left each of them a bloody mess, some with broken noses and some with lost teeth. The boys looked at you and expected you to be disgusted by this act of violence, but when they looked at you, you had a blank expression which moulded into concern when you looked at the state of the boys hand. You rooted through your bag before pulling out pain killers and some bandages.

The boys were shocked, you planned for this? How often does this happen? Do you enjoy the violence? Who the fuck were you right now?

———————————————————————

“You didn’t have to do that for me you know” you said gentle as you gripped the ice from your drink and wrapped it into a napkin before resting it on Jamie’s now bruised and bandaged hand.

“They shouldn’t have touched you” he said angrily, still heated at what the man did to you.

“You can’t just fight everyone who touches me you know?” You said jokingly

James takes your hand seriously and looks into your eyes with an unidentified emotion swirling around in them.

“I would kill for you y’know” he says seriously “I hate everyone but you, can’t go losing the best thing to ever happen to me”

“I know jamie” you reassured “I just don’t want you to get in trouble again, I don’t want to be alone again” you smile at him sadly

James pulls you to rest your head on his chest as he leans his chin on top of your head.

“That would never happen” he reassured you gently “can’t go getting rid of me now I love you” he teased lovingly

———————————————————————

The boys retreated to the cave and sat in contemplation of what they just witnessed.

“This is fucked” Paul says after a twenty minute silence

“Paul” marko tries tiredly but is cut off

“No, this is seriously fucked” he begins a rant “this is some daddy issues shit. That little brat is exactly like us”

“Don’t be weird paul, that’s disgusting” Dwayne states

“No I’m serious right now” paul tries again “she’s practically dating a younger us and it’s Fucking weird”

“Don’t say they’re dating, we don’t know that yet” marko says sharply

“What more proof do you need, for her to stick her tongue down his throat?” Paul yells and winces at his own words.

“Don’t talk about her like that, she’s still a kid” Dwayne says trying to deny your growing up

“Dwayne, kids don’t wear crop tops and fishnets” paul yells “kids don’t make out with boys and sit on boys laps”

“SHUT UP” David yells, disgusted at the memory of you having an intimate moment with someone who was clearly your lover

“We have to come up with a plan on how to deal with this” David states with a sadistic smile as he thought of all the ways to get rid of the problem.

You should be on your way home by now….

———————————————————————

Part two coming Soon!

If you enjoyed please like and reblog :)

[bluegalaxygirl]

Old Friends (Zosan X Reader) P11

Plot: Reader is the 9th doctors old assistant but soon moved on to other things, joining the straw hat pirates and falling in love but now their paths cross again (only he has a new face, 10th Doctor) when they go to see an old friend in a strange hospital. Unfortunately there's some one else there that wants to start trouble.

One piece and Doctor who cross over (10th doctor), its based off the new earth episode. i thought since David tenant as the doctor is coming back in November it would be good to get this idea out.

Reader is Female (Sorry), Zoro X Sanji X reader, Poly relationship, established relationship.

Warning: Bad language, Violence, Death and Suicide ???

P1 - P2 - P3 - P4 - P5 - P6 - P7 - P8 - P9 - P10 - P12 - P13 - P14 - P15

Managing to get away form the men and reindeer Casandra runs down the long white hallway pushing past people and through some doors that used to be blocked to keep the sick out. She only stops when no one is around to take a breath and pull out the key card from her back pocket. Looking it over Casandra sighs, she was genuinely sorry for everything and hugging the little deer felt nice but a part of her hoped he would catch her going into his backpack to grab the card. Casandra starts walking again trying to find a way out, She's happy it was all over now, she can leave, find a new place and a new body, or she could stay in you. Casandra can feel how tired you are so its only a matter of time before you fade away but a part of her doesn't want that to happen, you don't make her feel alone anymore. "Please... check if he's ok" Casandra stops with a gasp, your voice flowing through her mind begging her to check in the room she just passed. She didn't want to, but she was stealing your body so might as well give you a last request, walking into the room Casandra sees a empty white room but there's a tank with a head in it that she recognizes "Boa" Casandra whispers forgetting that he was here, as much as she hates the head your legs move over to stop in front of the tank.

Boa's eyes open staring at you but he looks fine, much better than your memories showed, the mist is much thicker, his skin is darker and the orbs on his tentacles are back to blue "Who are you? You're not Y/N" Boa's voice calls out snapping Casandra out of it and stepping back a little, she should have known the head would notice somethings wrong even if she didn't say anything "Casandra but it doesn't matter, i'm only for fill her last request to check on you" Your arms cross over your chest as the head nods slightly. Boa's eyes seem to look into Casandra's own soul, it scares her a little, but she also somehow finds comfort in how calm the head is "I remember you" Boa simply says before closing his eyes "Y/N has a kind soul, i see it had changed you a little" Casandra rolls her eyes at him with a groan "No i haven't i-" She goes on only to be interrupted by the head "Then why haven't you left, even now you hesitate to walk away even though your so sure of your goals" Boa opens his eyes again giving you a small smile "I-its just a final request, i'm leaving" tears form in your eyes as Casandra talks gripping your arm tight to try and stop herself form crying "She will die if you leave, is that why?" Boa asks seeming to unlock something for Casandra, but she shakes her head trying not to think about it, It hurts her to think of you dying. "Why? Why did she wait for me? Why did she still help me after i tried to kill her friends? After everything i've done, why is she kind?" Casandra steps closer to the head hoping for answers "I remember her telling me once that, kindness is something everyone should be shown at some point in there life no matter how bad they are."

A tear slips down your cheek as Casandra looks down at the floor "I've known her long enough to know that she can look beyond a person's exterior and see who they really are and most of the time... she just says they need a little bit of compassion" Boa nods at Casandra as she looks up at him seeing he's not lying to her. Casandra wipes away some tears form your cheeks trying to stop crying " i've been feeling stuff for a while but i can't remember what its called.... it feels so warm and nice, what is it?" She asks watching as Boa smiles wider at her, showing her kind eyes "Loved... you feel loved" Taking in a shaky breath Casandra smiles hugging your arms to your chest as a way of giving you a hug but your arms tighten a little more making Casandra smile feeling like your hugging back. "It has been a pleasure but i must go, i'm well again and have a need to travel. Good bye Y/N.. Casandra, please tell the doctor i said thank you" Boa's tank starts glowing blue making a humming noise before disappearing into thin air. Casandra watches as he fades away now only looking at the large window that was behind him. She sighs and lets your arms fall to your sides, she could just leave, but she can't, not after everything you've done for her. Walking closer to the window she looks out at the words trying to decide what to do next.

Running down the hall Sanji, Zoro and the Doctor call out your name along with Casandra's hoping to find you. Fear and anger run through the three worried that Casandra already left, and they'll never see you again but the Doctor suddenly stops outside a room "Casandra" The Doctor's angry voice gets Zoro and Sanji to stop and head into the room after the brown haired man. Your backs to them as you look out the window, they all go to yell when your voice calls out "Boa left, he said thank you, Doctor, just Thank you. He looked a lot better which is good for a head in a jar" The three look at you confused not sure if its Casandra or you until the head in a jar comment. "I was going to leave but i can't... I can't do it to her, not after everything she's done for me" Casandra turns around looking at the three boys, Zoro walks closer anger filling his face, he didn't care if she helped or not, he wanted you back now. "Good now get out" His voice almost like venom as he talks, your eyes soften looking up at the green haired man "I need help wi-" she try's to say only for Zoro to grab your shirt pulling you closer to him making Casandra gasp a little in shock "No get out now" The swordsman yells in your face but Casandra sighs calming down, she know the pain she's caused its written all over their faces. Sanji runs over and grabs Zoro's arm "I know your angry and so am i but that's still Y/N" The cook looks at you with slight anger rubbing Zoro's arm feeling the swordsman loosen his grip a little.

Casandra places a hand on top of Zoro's fist thats holding your shirt "You have every right to be mad but if you'll please let me finish, i was going to say i need help with dying" Zoro lets go of your top shocked at what Casandra just said, Sanji keeps his hand on the swordsman's arm stepping back slightly in shock. They didn't fully know what she meant by that was she just going to leave or would dying take you with her. The doctor sighs and walks over taking out his sonic screwdriver getting the woman to look over at him "You want to die?" The doctor asks in a very calm manner, Casandra nods taking in a sharp breath "I don't want to hurt anyone else, i've caused enough damage, plus i'm scared that if i live, I'll forget this feeling all over again" Casandra places your hand over your heart with a small smile "I'm no longer alone and i don't want to forget this feeling so please... help me" The doctor nods at her showing her his sonic screwdriver and turning it on "I can split your atoms once you leave, it'll be painless and quick" Casandra nods at him before looking at Zoro and Sanji who seem to be a little calmer knowing you won't be hurt by this "I know you two will but... Look after her" The two nod at her as she turns back to the doctor "Good bye Casandra" Your voice echos through Casandra's mind making her smile before breathing out the multi colored cloud leaving your body as the doctor points his screwdriver at it, the hum of it getting louder until the cloud dissipates.

With your body about to collapse Zoro and Sanji grab you helping to slowly lower you to the ground as your body goes limp. Sanji moves your hair out of your face as Zoro looks you over for any injuries "Y/n? Love can you hear me?" The cook asks seeing your eyes still closed but your breathing so thats a good sign. "Why isn't she waking up?" Sanji asks as the Doctor kneels down next to the blonde feeling your forehead "She just needs a bit of time to rest and some good pain killers for when she wakes up" The doctor reassures the two as Zoro checks your injured hand seeing the ripped piece of your jacket still attached. "We should get her to chopper then" The swordsman pulls your arm around his neck then puts an arm under your knees and the another under your back to pick you up. Sanji stands up with him and makes sure your head lays in the swordsman's chest before kissing your cheek. "I told him to meet us in the canteen, the elevators should be working now" The Doctor stands leading the way the two boys following him. Getting into the elevator the doctor calls out floor one letting the doors close. You groan a little waking up but unable to open your eyes but you can feel someone holding you. "Hay love, it's ok" Sanji's sweet voice hits your ears as your head pounds.

Zoro holds you a little tighter as you try and move your legs "Don't move baby, i've got you, just relax" You groan again not really sure what's going on but you try and relax into the swordsman's arms as he kisses your head. The disinfection cyclical suddenly starts washing you all down, you bury your head into Zoro's chest still not sure where you are or what is going on but at least you feel safe in his arms. Sanji sighs moving wet hair out of his face before the drys come on, the noise hurts your head more but you just grit your teeth waiting for it to be over. The doctor runs a hand through his hair with a smile as it drys earning a glare form Zoro "Do you have to be so happy about this?" The Doctor looks over at the swordsman with a small laugh as the dryers finally stop "At least we know where clean and dry" The elevator doors open letting you all out onto the very busy first floor where large creatures in black suits and helmets are arresting the nurses and taking statements off other people. "Doctor" A very deep gruff voice calls out one of the black suited men walking over to you all "Commander, nice to see you again" The Doctor smiles patting the creature on its shoulder "I should have known you would be here but i can't be too mad since you did save these people" The creature groans its helmet facing the doctor before turning to Zoro.

Zoro holds you closer to him glaring at the creature, he can't see its face through the thick black helmet and visor so has no idea what it might be thinking. Sanji notices the swordsman tense and steps in front of you and Zoro as the creature steps forward only stopping when almost chest to chest with the cook "It's ok, their Judoon intergalactic police, actually more like bounty hunters" The doctor laughs placing a hand on Sanji's shoulder trying to get the cook to relax but it doesn't seem to work since the blonde is still glaring at the commander "We have medical staff if you need" The creature speaks raising a hand to touch you but Zoro steps back with a harder glare "No we have a doctor" The swordsman's low voice calls out "There Y/N's partners and their doctor isn't one of the nurses, she'll be fine" The Doctor pushes the Judoon back to help resolve the tension in the air. The commander steps back with a nod and a gruff that sounds very animal like "I will leave her in your hands then. Doctor i would like a clear explanation" The Judoon walks off as the Doctor sighs "I'll see you later and don't worry about them, i secretly think he's worried since she's a friend of the General" The Doctor smiles at them before walking after the commander. Sanji lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding before turning to Zoro who loosens his grip on you a little. Your still going in and out of conciseness making them both concerned, so they head off to the canteen to find Chopper.

The canteen wasn't too busy so it was easy to spot Chopper who was sitting on the same sofa as before seeming to finish bandaging up some alien's arm. The alien stands and bows a little before walking off to rejoin its group "You found her. Is she ok? what happened?" Chopper jumps up onto the sofa trying to get a look at you in Zoro's arms, The swordsman lays you down on the other sofa hearing you groan as you grab his shirt stopping him form going anywhere. Your eyes are still heavy and your head is pounding, your starting to realize who your with and that your in the hospital but you can't tell where exactly you are. Sanji walks over and leans over the arms of the chair placing his hand on your forehead "It's ok love, we're here" As Sanji reassures you Zoro helps Chopper up onto the sofa, so he can take a look at you "Casandra left but Y/N's been in and out, the doctor said she'd have a headache" Chopper nods checking your pulse and checking you over. "The doctor mentioned before about Casandra was compressing Y/n, when we were on the ladder she almost fell and didn't seem to know what was going on when Casandra left her again" Sanji chimes in trying to give more information to help. Zoro sat on the edge of the sofa your hand still clinging to his shirt refusing to let go, so he takes your hand prying it off his shirt and holding it. It seemed to calm you down a bit or maybe you were just contuse again, either way you seemed relaxed and not in too much pain. "I'll get some pain killers for her, but she'll have to be awake to swallow them" Chopper reaches into his bag and takes out some pills while Sanji walks off to get some water.

Zoro squeezes your hand trying to get your attention and luckily it works you groan meaning your awake. "Come on baby, you need to sit up" The swordsman pulls you up and holds you as you sit up stopping you form falling back down "These pills will help with the pain" Chopper rubs your leg seeing you raise your hand to rub your head while trying to say something but it only comes out in a mumbled mess. Sanji sits down next to you with a glass of water, the two help you take the pills and drink some more water. "You'll feel better soon, i think you just need some rest now" Chopper smiles up at you happy to have the real you back "I'm sorry" You manage to get out "It's ok love, none of this is your fault" Sanji moves some hair out of your face as your head falls onto Zoro's shoulder passing out again. The cook moves and helps lay you back down on the sofa before removing his jacket and placing it over you to keep you warm. "Are you two ok?" Chopper asks turning his attention to Zoro and Sanji who both nod "We're fine, have you talked to Luffy and the others yet?" Zoro asks moving to the other sofa and leaning back "No, those police guys won't let anyone in or out and i haven't seen any of the crew near the hospital" The reindeer sits down on the edge of the sofa your on and leans against you a little as Sanji joins Zoro on the other sofa "I think they were all outside when this mess went down which is good" The cook sighs leaning to Zoro who put his arm around the blonde while watching your sleeping form.

[kanerallels]

#33, 47, 74, and 99 for the 501st follower celebration?

I shall FINALLY answer this one, in honor of the Ahsoka show coming out in LESS THAN TWO HOURS I'M TOTALLY NORMAL AND STABLE (lie)

33: Hera & Lucy are famous singers and Tim, Jackson, and Kanan are their bodyguards Au. The title says it all. Plus also Nolan is their agent. Have a little snippet below:

“I still can’t believe Nolan got us BODYGUARDS,” Lucy complained, pacing as best she could in the enclosed space of Hera’s trailer. The other woman gave her a patiently amused look.

“In his defense, Lucy, we’ve both received plenty of death threats.”

“Yeah, well, this is invasive,” Lucy grumbled, flopping down onto the couch. “That Bradford guy is already the grumpiest drill sergeant of a guy I’ve ever met.”

“I didn’t think he was that bad.”

Scoffing, Lucy said, “How would you know? You were too busy flirting with your bodyguard with the ponytail.”

“I was not!” Shooting her an offended look, Hera said, “All I’m saying is that we should make the best of the situation.”

“You do that.” Frowning thoughtfully, Lucy said, “I, on the other hand, am going to try and get rid of them. Especially Bradford.”

“This should end well,” Hera sighed.

47: Frank gets Snapped. Also pretty self explanatory!

“So let me get this straight,” Frank said slowly, trying to wrap his mind around what he was being told. He was used to a world where things were, if not straightforward, at the very least no magic was involved. “This alien guy—”

“Thanos,” Amy provided as she poured them both a cup of coffee.

“Right, him. He snapped his fingers and erased half of humanity?”

Nodding, Amy said, “Pretty much. Well, it helped that he had these magic gems called Infinity Stones that controlled key aspects of the universe—”

Holding up a hand, Frank said, “Too much.”

“Right. Sorry.” Sliding him his coffee cup, she said, “Anyways, long story short, now you guys are back… after five years.”

Frank cursed under his breath, running a hand over his forehead. “Five years. What— who else? Besides me?”

He knew the first name that leapt to mind, but reluctantly pushed it aside to ask, “Curtis?”

“He was fine,” Amy assured him. “He was the first— well, second person I called when everything went down.” They both knew who the first person was. “He and I teamed up to look for some of the others. That’s how I met your friend David Lieberman.”

Frank’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope. He was really helpful in finding everyone. He, uh— his wife got snapped. But both of his kids were fine.”

Wincing at the memory of Sarah— the kind woman who’d offered him that fancy wine— Frank said, “Got it. What about, ah, Madani?”

“She made it,” Amy assured him. “Mahoney didn’t, though.”

Nodding slowly, Frank said, “Right. And you found some of the others?”

“Yeah, David’s hacking skills made him pretty helpful. Other people hired him for it, too.” Amy half-grinned. “We thought we found you alive, one time. This guy hunting down crime lords. But Curtis figured you weren’t the sword type, and this guy, apparently, “didn’t move like you”, whatever that means.”

“Sword, huh?” Frank took a sip of his coffee. “Seems inefficient.”

“See, you say that, but he managed to kill a whole crap ton of guys. Major assassin skills going on there.”

“Huh. Not bad.” Frank took another long sip, playing for time before he asked the question. He was already scared of the answer. “What about, uh—”

“Karen made it,” Amy told him before he could force the words out. “She didn’t think you were sword guy either– although we were all a little disappointed. Her lawyer buddies didn’t make it, though.”

Frank grimaced at the thought— Karen alone, without Red or the shorter guy who’d been scared at the sight of him, but still stubborn and smart. She’d been alone for five whole years. She hadn’t known where he was for five whole years.

Time to fix that. Downing the rest of his coffee, he rose to his feet. “I gotta go.”

Smirking, Amy said, “I figured. Let me get my stuff— New York is a long drive.”

74: The Wraiths being trained by Vostress. I've posted this one before, but I have another snippet for you, as a treat!!

99: B99 Au. Believe it or not I actually have multiple Brooklyn 99 inspired aus. This one is set in the Star Wars universe and is MUCH chaos, very fun.

“So let me get this straight,” Fox said, staring at Kanan. “Not only did you lose the criminal Dark O’Reilly again—”

“Less lose and more he slipped out of our clutches,” Kanan offered.

“—but you spent part of the time that you should have used trying to thwart him to sing karaoke with him?”

Shrugging, Kanan said, “What can I say? He does an excellent “Don’t Stop Believin’.”

Fox let out a sigh, rubbing his forehead with a grimace. “How is someone as intelligent as Syndulla in love with you?”

Grinning, Kanan said, “I ask myself that question every day, Captain. Honestly, I’m so lucky to have her. She’s incredibly beautiful and smart and—”

“Get out of this office.”

“Absolutely.”

[nightmaremp]

Jessica

About her

She is a part time singer at her brothers’ bar. while she is not singing at the bar, she works at a small jewelry store.

She has two twin older brothers named Rick and Randy.

Jessica have a pet lyoki aka werewolf cat named Smoke

She loves to sing and wants to become a famous singer but she wants to keep her dad’s promise of singing at their family bar.

Jessica is a bookworm like me. Her type of books are gothic literature, monster horror, and romance.

Her mother’s name is Melody and she is a retired bar singer. She is a sweet, loving woman and mother to Jessica and her brothers. Melody only wants the best for her kids.

Her father’s name is Matias, he owns a bar that has been in his family for years. The bar is called “Tunes of Drinks” . Matias wants Jessica to keep singing at the family bar to keep the line of women in the family singing in their bar alive. He is pushy and uses guilt to make Jessica keep singing at their bar. Her father is scared to let his little bird go and enjoy the world, he just wants her to be safe and happy.

Rick is cocky and a smartass but he is nice. He wants Jessica to go out and do her dreams, forgetting about the bar. He has a boyfriend named David who is a muppet monster.

Randy is harsh and keeps a tight line on his sister and brother. He wants Jessica to keep the family line running and not follow her dreams. He has a wife named Angel who is sweet as a cake and tries to get her husband to understand his little sister’s dream.

Jessica wants to go out to the world and become her dream but can’t due to Randy and Matias’ pushing her to be what they want for her. She becomes self confident when singing because if she messes up one note, Randy would snap at her.

She is sweet and kind hearted. She wants the best for everyone but never wishes herself the best. She doesn't believe in herself to become a famous singer anymore due to her family’s pushing her.

Meeting Dr Teeth

Jessica met Teeth when the band stopped by in her town to play some songs and to rest from their tour.

Teeth had come to the family bar with the band to party after the concert, they luckily came in before Jessica started to sing a song.

After she got off stage, she decided to welcome the new visitors in their small town. Jessica walks up to Teeth and starts to talk with the doc. They talk about music which Teeth was surprised by how many songs she knew from working at the family bar.

When Teeth asked her why don’t she become a singer outside the small town and bar. Jessica went quiet before telling Teeth that she can’t break her dad’s heart by singing at their bar. The good doctor then asks her if this is what she wants, to which Jessica said no.

Jessica and Teeth would spend the next few days hanging out and getting to know each other. Teeth would play his keyboard for Jessica as she sings. He would say how good she was which makes Jessica feel good about herself.

Jessica would catch feelings for the man but worried about her family finding out.

When the last day came for the band to leave the small town to continue their tour, Dr Teeth asked Jessica if would like to come with them. She was quiet for a bit before she answered with a yes. She wants to make her dreams come true and prove to her family that she doesn't need to sing at a bar to be a singer.

Jessica comes in their van and joins them on their tour. She would watch from backstage, cheering them on. She didn’t want to sing on stage yet since the number of people is more than the number in her family bar.

Months later, she would tell Teeth she had fallen head over heels for him and ask if they could date which Teeth said why not. Her and Teeth’s relationship is healthy and happy, a lot better than Jessica’s past relationships with guys her dad forced her to date.

She would find out about Teeth being a dentist in the past and how his parents wanted him to be a dentist. Jessica would find how similar her parents and Teeth’s parents are.

Jessica would comfort Teeth during his phases and just be there for her lover.

Jessica is good friends with Penny, Teeth’s ex lover because she finds random things about Teeth and her past relationship with him. They both like spicy food but Jessica likes her to be in the middle of the spice range or lower.

I’m working on their story of how they got together.

Her design:

[whoreviewswho]

Wokeness, Responsibility and if RTD is problematic - The Regeneration Question and Davros with Legs

Is Russell T. Davies a problematic figure? Is he too woke or not aware enough? Is he doing something wrong to illicit negative responses from the progressives as well as the conservatives? Is it something in the programme, something in the marketing or is he doing nothing particularly bad at all? Well, perhaps you and I, faithful reader, can come to some sort of conclusion. Let's find out together as we take a dive into the controversial choices behind RTD2 and the mind of the man behind them.

At the end of 2022's The Power of the Doctor, Jodie Whittaker's Thirteenth Doctor regenerates into her fourteenth body, the same as her tenth incarnation as played by David Tennant. Taken on face value, the scene is innocuous enough. Just a standard regeneration with the surprise appearance of the most popular (sorry Tom) Doctor Who ever for our next story instead of the expected Ncuti Gatwa.

Except, there was something else unusual - the Doctor's clothes regenerated with her. With the sole exception of the very first regeneration (which can be excused as a relic from before the 'rules' were decided upon), this is without precedent* and was clearly supposed to mean something. After all, Russell thinks. He is a clever man and he would never do something as bold as this without there being a reason.

Well, yes. There was a reason but a lot of fans were dismayed to learn that the reason was not built into the narrative but a consequence of real life. In DWM 584, these comments from Davies were published;

“I was certain that I didn’t want David to appear in Jodie’s costume. I think the notion of men dressing in ‘women’s clothes’, the notion of drag, is very delicate. I’m a huge fan of that culture and the dignity of that, it’s truly a valuable thing. But it has to be done with immense thought and respect. With respect to Jodie and her Doctor, I think it can look like mockery when a straight man wears her clothes. To put a great big six-foot Scotsman into them looks like we’re taking the mickey. Also, I guarantee you it’s the only photograph some of the papers would print for the rest of time. If they can play with gender in a sarcastic or critical way, they will.”

Unsurprisingly, this choice became a not insignificant talking point in the fandom in the weeks following. A particularly articulate thread was posted by tess owen’s #1 fan || (i still love you yaz dw), @_mag_lex, on November 10, 2022 summarised the discussion well when she said;

"I don’t understand how DT wearing 13’s outfit is a mockery of drag, given that it’s deliberately and definitively gender-neutral. Anyone who watches and cares about the show understands that. I also don’t understand the logic of pandering to bigots rather than catering to fans [....] You’re telling me that Doctor Who is now scared to push boundaries. That’s what this says to me. But sci fi is all about pushing boundaries. Opening minds. Why are we limited by things like this? I’m so sad."

The stance from RTD does not seem in and of itself confused. He made the decision to avoid showing a man in clothes designed for a woman based on a potential, and what he saw as a likely, media reaction. The mention of tabloids and newspapers is revealing, of course. He is a boomer. Terminology aside, though, I would agree that depicting a man in women's clothes opens the door to ridicule from the anti-woke crowd in a way that not showing it wouldn't. And, yes, they are women's clothes. With all due respect to everybody who claims otherwise, I don't think the refute that Jodie's costume is designed to be genderless really holds any water. The costume designed by Ray Holman and inspired by Jodie Whittaker's suggestion is not inherently feminine but the shape and cut and final choices were made with her, a cis woman, in mind as the wearer.

Now, what does hold some amount of water is the context of the rest of the episode. Approximately 44 minutes before David Tennant appears in his all new costume, Sacha Dhawan's Master can be seen wearing Whittaker's complete costume and he continues to for several minutes following. It is at this juncture where our second comment from Hagan feels appropriate;

"[In reference to David Tennant wearing Jodie Whittaker's costume] Dude's heart's in the right place but his head's in the fucking clouds half the time." - November 10, 2022

What many have noted, Hagan included, is that RTD inadvertently suggests here that the Master, the villain, being seen in clothes intended for someone other than of his assigned gender is perfectly acceptable but to see our leading hero in this way is something to avoid. Without the full context of the quote, we appear to have RTD shying away from doing something opposed to UK's cultural and societal norms regarding gender rather than being openly proud of the juxtaposition; we have just witnessed a gender transition which is another day in the office for our hero.

Then again, if one never came across RTD's comments in the first place, would there be as much reason to be bothered by the decision at all? Certainly, there is the valid feeling of disappointment that would have come from many fans about never seeing Whittaker's male successor in her clothes but, prior to the statement, I saw less of that online than I did excitement. Most viewers seemed to reasonably assume from the way the scene plays out that the choice to regenerate the clothes would have some bearing on the plot in future events. It stands to reason that the Doctor regenerating their clothes and regaining an old face are related. Well, we know now that they were not, at least not on-screen.

They are related in the real world but, alas, in a very perfunctory way. As I am sure RTD was well aware, the clip of Jodie turning back into David was a very popular moment and even named TV Moment of the Year at the Edinburgh TV Awards. Most significantly, the costume from the previous era was not the one seen all over the media. 

So, knowing that the costume change would not be addressed in his scripts, RTD addressed it himself in what some might call a flagrant display of moral hubris. Again, the sentiment of 'let's not give queerphobes ammunition' is in no way a problematic one but the optics of forever binding that decision to an episode that makes no display at all of the villain dressed in women's clothes are not so great and a little baffling. It is almost as if RTD had no idea what even went on in the story he was picking up from. As others such as Hagan have pointed out, there is also the notable matter of the Master as written by RTD who was last seen wearing women's clothes in multiple instances during The End of Time. While it his unfair to say his choices in 2009 and choices in 2022 directly reflect each other, it still contributes to an awkward feeling and some bad optics. 

RTD refused to give ammunition to queerphobes so he handed the fans a loaded gun and asked them to point it at him. It sounds almost noble but was it truly necessary? He could have said nothing for a much lesser reaction. In that case, nobody would have questioned his equating the art of drag performance with just men in women's clothes. This is the first of several examples in what I am attesting to be 'pre-emptive damage control'; cases of RTD identifying where audiences might have a problem and then going well out of his way to ensure that they don't at the very real risk of drawing attention to problems that may not have even been there in the first place. Or, at least, not in the way that he is envisioning. I am not refuting the suggestion that media outlets would have made jokes out of Tennant in a woman's clothes. That seems like a very real possibility. For RTD, it seems that the potential harm from that outweighed any potential strength that could be gained from depicting it in the first place. Is the best outcome for queer Doctor Who fans the one where the show seems to take no pride in depicting aspects of queer culture or make any attempt to own that choice at all? 

A similar situation occurred a little over twelve months later with the premiere of, of all things, a Children in Need sketch. On November 17 2024, Destination: Skaro was broadcast in the UK and, eight days out from RTD2 kicking off proper, it was audience's first glimpse into what might be in store with David Tennant's Fourteenth Doctor and perhaps the general flavour of the era. At time of writing, the latter seems a little too soon to say though the nature of the short obviously lends it to being more comedic than a typic Who episode. Something that did become clear though was that the outspoken, socially-conscious thinking that informed the previous year's regeneration scene showed no signs of disappearing. 

Destination: Skaro surprised fans with the unexpected return of Julian Bleach in the role of Davros. The scene took place on the titular planet during the early stages of Dalek development and saw the Doctor accidentally influence the Daleks' design. The short was immediately notable for depicting Davros as fully-abled, not wheelchair bound or in any way disfigured. Prior to any statement from RTD regarding the choice, fans like myself appeared to conclude that this scene must be intended to take place prior to all of Davros' other appearances. Hs debut, Genesis of the Daleks, makes it clear that his chair is a life-support system and the Daleks seen there are all fully designed. So this is a prequel to the 1975 story. Easy enough to accept. But, then, RTD said this in an episode of Doctor Who Unleashed:

"We had long conversations about bringing Davros back, because he's a fantastic character, [but] time and society and culture and taste has moved on. And there's a problem with the Davros of old in that he's a wheelchair user, who is evil. And I had problems with that. And a lot of us on the production team had problems with that, of associating disability with evil. And trust me, there's a very long tradition of this... I say, this is how we see Davros now, this is what he looks like. This is 2023. This is our lens. This is our eye. Things used to be black and white, they're not in black and white anymore, and Davros used to look like that and he looks like this now, and that we are absolutely standing by."

In my opinion, there is little to object to here. Associating disability with villainy is a longstanding, harmful trope of genre fiction and something that Doctor Who has indulged in innumerable times throughout its history. Given that this short was airing within a charity event for disadvantaged youth, the optics of the decision make a lot of sense. It was a good call for RTD to contribute to the conversation about disability in a positive way. For the most part, this alls seemed to go down quite well. What some fans objected to was what was said toward the end of his comments, specifically the suggestion that this is how Davros will be portrayed moving forward.

This was met with a polarised reaction in fans, including those who are wheelchair users. YouTuber Tharries, notable among many things for being one of RTD's inspirations to depict the TARDIS as having a ramp in The Giggle, posted his reaction on November 18, 2023;

"As a disabled Doctor who fan I've always felt somewhat conflicted on Davros as a character, much as I love him he does contribute to the longstanding disabled evil man trope so to see @russelldavies63 address that meant a lot."

Tharries remains an outspoken fan of RTD and strong advocate for disability representation in the show. On the other side, were fans such as Rob Keeley who remarked on November 19, 2023;

"I've been a wheelchair user all my life and a #DoctorWho fan since the 1993 Genesis of the Daleks repeat. I don't find #Davros offensive - he's a great character. What's offensive is treating all disabled people as the same, assuming we all automatically identify with one another."

Mind you, it is probably also worth repeating Keely's review of The Star Beast from November 26 that same year for a more complete context of the man's views;

"True there was nothing very new, I still hate casual bad language in Who and the woke resolution was rubbish, but it still felt like Doctor Who more than anything in a long time."

A common outcry of detractors was that a link was never made between Davros' evil qualities and his being disabled. Dav McKenzie writing for The Spoilist on November 2023 provides an articulate quote mounting this defence but, amusingly, fails to attribute it to anybody;

"Say goodbye to Davros, one of Doctor Who’s most enduring foes. RTD has decided Davros boils down to discrimination against the disabled. He is a war-scarred cripple who is a megalomaniacal genius. His disability does not define or even restrict him as he is one of the most dangerous Doctor Who villains ever. Thanks to RTD though Davros has no injuries and is not in a wheelchair any longer. Goodbye, Davros. We had a good 40 years."

This particular line of defence never sat well with me. It was only in 2015, after all, that we saw Davros as a fully-abled child with no signs of fascist or psychotic tendencies. That depiction leaves one with little room to refute that his path to evil is in entirely unrelated to his disability.

It remains difficult to find a consensus on fan opinion at the best of times but this particular situation seems to remain a huge unknown quantity. Perhaps it will become clearer when Davros next returns to the show, if RTD even intends to do that. What was clear was that Davies wanted to make a statement about disability representation in his Doctor Who, spearhead these values with a new take on Davros right before then debut of new supporting character, Shirley.

And, again, I feel that the same question needs to be asked; would this have been a lot better received if RTD let the work speak for itself? Did he have to make such a definitive statement in Unleashed when we could see in the work that he was making that he had a strong, intelligent disabled character and no longer leaned on disability for villainy? Yes, the statements are inviting conversation and critical thinking which is always good but is RTD just virtue signalling or actually inciting change? Or is he doing both?

To be continued in part two; Rose Noble and Trans Identities in RTD2

*Tom's boots not withstanding

[angel-shaw]

All right! Here’s the first part of my Sam/Darlin/Quinn fic!

@dollscircus here you gooo ✨

If it’s confusing I’m sorry I tryed my best to put stuffs in the beginning I’m also working on a fic for when Darlin and Quinn where teens and it will provide more in depth context :3

Cw: talk of minor obsession, panic attack

With Quinn being invoked after he was turned, he never really learned how to be a vamp. Sure he knew how to use his powers and feed and all of that but he didn’t really learn himself. He learned through muscle memory really and his maker invoking him

So when he was finally freed years after his turning and made to forget all of it beside his turning, he thought he was freshly turned. So he just figured every vamp knew how to function directly after they turned.

One thing that he never learned how to do is how to heal his bites. He was never taught how to, even when invoked. His maker didn’t care about the scars so she didn’t teach him how to fix or prevent them. It just wasn’t worth her time.

When he was first turned she had invoked him for years she made him forget everything, this time she didn’t.

More like she didn’t get the chance, seeing how Tank ripped her head off her shoulders once they found out what was going on and they got their hands on her.

Tank and Sam had been very kind to him after everything. Quinn knew what he did to Sam's progeny well invoked, and was shocked when Sam offered him to stay at his house until everything was sorted out and he was able to get his own place. He was nervous about taking him up on the offer but eventually did when Tank also pushed for it.

Staying with Sam and Tank was really nice, both were kind to him and seemed not to hold a grudge. Staying with Tank again was extremely nice for Quinn as well, even if they now had a mate.

One other thing about Quinn that no one knew except for Tank and Sam was his obsessiveness. When Quinn loved he loved hard, and he loved Darlin. He had loved darlin for years before he was invoked the second time, and they loved him too.

Thats why their being mated to Sam upset him, he was happy that they were happy and he knew that Sam treated them well…. but that was supposed to be him.

He was supposed to be their mate, their forever, the person they slept next to at night. The person they turned to when they were upset or had a nightmare, but that was Sam's job now. He could live with that though, because he did an amazing job. He held them close and was never harsh with them, he was kind and supportive.

Well he was jealous he wouldn’t try and take that away from them, he would never try and take away or fracture something that made them happy. He was just grateful that he still got to be around them, he got to sit with them on the couch, cuddling while watching a movie, he got to cook with them again, he was content.

But of course just because they weren't his anymore doesn't mean his obsession wasn't there, he needed constant touch from them, he needed to know where they were and if they were safe. They happily provided that. He never encroached on their privacy of course, he just had a lot of worry.

Tank had explained Quinn’s feelings to Sam and he tried his best to understand. Well he never judged Quinn for it, it was obvious that he was a bit confused. Tank also warned him that Quinn gets scared fast, if they aren’t there when he wakes up and they are supposed to be he panics…..

There was a lot more worry when one day (night) he woke up and couldn't find Sam anywhere in the house even though he knew he was supposed to be the one with him today because Tank had gone over to Davids to help move things.

“Sam?” Quinn called out as he walked out of the guest room Sam had been letting him sleep in.

No response.

Complete silence.

“Sam?” He called out, louder, worrying lacing his voice.

Where was he?

Why couldn't Quinn hear him?

Why couldn't Sam hear him?

Was he ok?

Was he hurt?

Did someone hurt him?

“Sam?!” Quinn yelled as he dashed down the house, looking for Sam, for any signs that he was hurt or anything.

He doesn't see anything, nothing is out of place.

He wanted to go outside to look but he froze.

He wasn't supposed to leave the house with someone.

Tank and Sam said he wasn't supposed to.

He couldn't.

He couldn't go to against what they said.

Quinn felt his heart clench, did Sam leave him..

Did Sam get fed up with him and just leave..

He hated him

He hated quinn now

Quinn felt his throat close and his lungs tighten

He couldn't breath

He ran his hands through his hair desperately trying to calm down and rationalize but he couldn't.

He felt himself sink to the floor, his vision blurring

Sam walked back up to the house, he had gone out to grab a few more blood bags as Quinn slept. It wouldn't take him long so he figured it would be fine. As he heard the hyperventilating and crying coming from the house he knew he was wrong. He opened the door and saw Quinn curled on the ground.

He put the bags on the table and went over to him, “Quinn?”

No response

Tank had talked to Sam about Quinns panic attacks before so he had some idea what to do, that did not mean he was prepared.

“Hey,” he said, voice quiet and soft, “Quinn, I'm here it's alright,” He placed a hand on Quinns shoulder, causing Quinn's head to snap up, looking at Sam.

His eyes were red and tears streaming down his face, “Sam..?” he asked softly

“Hey there, it's all right, what's wro-” His question was cut off by Quinn slamming into him, pushing him to the floor as he wrapped his arms around him and bearing his face in his neck.

“You're ok,” he heard Quinn mumble as his tears soaked into Sam's shirt, “Thank god, I thought you were hurt or left me…”

Sam realized that his absence from the house is what triggered this and felt a twinge of guilt as he rubbed Quinns back, soothing him softly.

After a few minutes Quinn stopped crying and pulled back a bit, letting Sam sit up with him in his lap. He was still sniffling but no longer crying and his breathing was more even.

“What happened?” Sam asked bringing his hand up to cup Quinns face and thumbing away the last of the tears.

“Please don't hate me…” He said quietly, his eyes on the floor.

“Why would I hate you? You didn't do anythin’,” he said, pulling Quinns face up to look at him.

“I…I don't know..”

“Allrigh’ then, why don't you tell me what happened doll,” the nickname catching both of them off guard but before sam apologized for it Quinn smiled and nodded a bit.

Before he started to talk he rested his head on Sam's shoulder, “When I woke up I called for you, when you didn't respond I got scared that you were hurt or something so I came out here but didn't see anything out of place so I thought you just left me..” Quinn's voice was soft and sad as he talked.

“Oh I'm so sorry, I just went out to pick up some extra blood. I promise i didn't leave, and i won't i'm sorry for scarin’ you,” Sam said as quinn lifted his head again to look at him in the eye.

“It's ok, I don't know why I reacted like that…normally I only react like that with Tank and that cuz of my obses-...” Quinn's eyes widen as his voice trails off.

“Quinn? You allrigh’?”

“….umm ya I mean I am now but uh…”

Quinn looked at the floor again, he could feel his face heating, despite knowing that he really couldn’t blush it still felt like it.

“We’re gonna have to talk to Tank when they get home…”

[lacktastrophe]

My issue with Paulo x Daisy is how it’s pushed in when Paulo’s sexuality is brought up. It bugs me that whenever he considers a guy an option, it’s immediately followed by Paulo x Daisy. I know that it’s important he accepts his sexuality and that him ending up with Daisy doesn’t change that. Why not just have him accept that he’s bi without all the back and forth with James? It’s a bit disheartening to see a chapter start with “ooh gay” and quickly shift to “nah”

Paulo has already accepted his bi-ness though, this happened back in Golden Hour. Paulo had already worked up to the idea that he was Bi in Boy Toy, but Casual Outing was dealing with an inner conflict that was stopping him, and that was really with the idea of others accepting him, particularly given it's a 180 from his earlier idea of believing hyper-masculinity would find him the kind of acceptance he was originally after. Paulo had to do so without Daisy's help through a greater number of interactions, one through David who had his own coming out (Paulo running away too because he's not at all well when he is the one receiving affection/positive afirmation, which also leads to....), and perspectives outside of his own from an older person who is just as scared as he is about his sexual identity and acceptance from others. That enabled Paulo's confidence into him understanding he's not alone with feelings like this or the one dealing with the worst cards out there.

And maybe also becoming juuuuuuust a little less judgy on people.

Had Paulo not already been confident in being bi himself I'd be pretty sure doing what he did to find out if Jordan was gay would've been more difficult if not an option if he was not already comfortable with the idea of trying the thing he does with women would work on men too, nor would I think he would've been more admitted or considering the idea of seeing either James or Mike as valid candidates in Track Meet. Paulo is not here in Track Meet gushing over the prospect of being bi still, he's upset and dealing with a broken heart because he mistook James' natural positive atitude towards him as potential interest of a closer relationship.

I'll take the Knuckle on the head for suggesting Good Enough was about Paulo's sexuality. That wasn't accurate, should've given it more thought; it's about relationships. It's a continuation of Track Meet and goes further with the previous story as Paulo is able to confirm for fact that James is absolutely set on Mike without a doubt, and he opens up to Daisy about the status of his interests among a number of things:

Daisy letting him know he can rely on her for support when it comes to his feelings, he doesn't need to internalise his problems like how Lucy had.

Paulo coming to terms with him losing out on a relationship and dealing with an indirect-rejection given James' interest and move in on a close friend and not him.

We understand Paulo never really tried to move the wheels on those relaitonships because we discovered they were fallbacks. Paulo's admits that his heart is absolutely set on Daisy. He's just jealous of the fact those two are likely ready to hit it off in a faster time than what it's taking for him (or for her for the matter) to work up to the courage of telling Daisy what she really means to him.

And yeah, the last point is that these two do love each other and they both KNOW this. But they are holding out, because neither believe they're Good Enough for the other.

David's still playing match maker

But yeah. I think the belief Paulo x Daisy is being shoehorned in is a misunderstanding. It really is more this was bound to happen because Paulo only ever apparently sought her out when it came to his feelings. He trusted her that much above the others, and this is more of a point especially as Paulo has access to older people who are marginally better adjusted to their sexuality and so on. Considering too that these two only ever see growth through these kinds of one-on-one interactions, it's hard to imagine there really being any other path available. Daisy being the more rational one over Paulo's brashness really just consolidates how they really are made to develop off one another. This is the same sort of thing that's really only stopping Paulo from developing other closer relationships too, whether that was Paulo x David/Jordan/Matt/Sue/Amaya/Rachel etc etc, it really is because Paulo is more comfortable with sharing the deeper ones with Daisy a greater percentage of the time.

Honestly not too different to how Lucy and Mike would only share their feelings between each other, now that I think about it...