#and like yea of course its more likely he as a single hunter did the bear thing at some point and used a wild bee hive but also

[cosmik-homo]

And again I. don't think Patryn culture is as uniform as they seem to think; Yes, there's canonical detailed mention of certain shared rituals, but those are partially created or used with the exact purpose of having a codified, insider patryn identity that can be used to recognize and discern each other from shapeshifting monster impostors. groups from different parts of the labyrinth cannot possibly all be doing the same things in every aspect of culture. thats literally the point of abri- nobody knows the entirety of whats going on in the labyrinth and while some elements are absolutely shared and can be considered the base of patryn Cultures, theres gotta be some fascinating variety in there, even between haplo and marit.

[freefallingforfanfiction]

Fated- A Soulmate AU

Chapter I

Rating: M for Mature

Pairing: Din Djarin X F!Jedi!Reader

Summary: Everyone in the galaxy knew of the Red String of Fate. It was the one thing every single individual had in common: a small, crimson string tied into a neat bow, permanently secured around their ring finger. These strings, no matter how far they stretched or how tangled they got, would never, could never, break. The Red String of Fate, invisible to everyone but the wearer, was tethered to your destined, the other half of your soul. A soulmate. Everyone had one. Well, everyone except for the Mandalorian, Din Djarin, that is. 

Authors Note: (TELL ME YOUR PREFERENCE) Hi all! I have this written in two different ways, one with an OC, and the other as reader with the pronouns “You”. Which would you prefer to read? OC or reader, let me know in the comments!

Everyone in the galaxy knew of the Red String of Fate. It was the one thing every single individual had in common: a small, crimson string tied into a neat bow, permanently secured around their ring finger. These strings, no matter how far they stretched or how tangled they got, would never, could never, break. The Red String of Fate, invisible to everyone but the wearer, was tethered to your destined, the other half of your soul.

A soulmate.

Everyone had one.

Well, everyone except for the Mandalorian, Din Djarin, that is. His own string, while wrapped snuggly around his ring finger, fell short a soulmate, cut off prematurely. It dangled limply, a meager two feet in length off his finger, leading to no one.

There were some nights, when he gazed at his beskar covered reflection, that he thought, maybe it was for the best that he didn’t have a soulmate. After all, who could come to love someone that they could not see? Could not touch? Could not ever truly know unless wed?

But then there were the other nights, the nights where he would agonize over the loss of someone he never truly had, of someone who never existed. If he wasn’t fated to anyone, why did it still feel like half of him was missing?

Those nights were far more frequent since he had found the kid, since he started to long for a life of more than hunting quarries and running from IMPs. He wanted someone to come to after a long day of hunting, a riduur who he could bare his face to, who could help him shed his layers of beskar at days end, and who he could hold through the cold nights aboard the Razor Crest.

He stared at that cut off string now, held in his unbound hand as the ‘Crest flew through hyperspace on autopilot. He twirled it around his fingers, un-gloved but bared to no one, wondering why the universe had not saw fit to give him a mate, but give him all the emotional turmoil that came with having one.

Throughout his years, the Mandalorian had experienced all the symptoms of mate withdrawal. The body aches, the sudden sensation of feeling incapable of breathing, the feeling of his heart clenching in his chest so tightly he thought it might burst within him.

And then there were the dreams. The dreams of her.

Din could never see her face; it was always, always obscured by something. Usually in was her hair, soft locks, rich in color, that fell gently down her back. Her back, that was always to him as she ran through the halls of a large ship, dark in color, save for the splashes of red light that danced across the halls. He always chased her, got so close to her he could almost touch her, but then she would dissipate into the air, and Din would wake.

He always woke from those dreams in a cold sweat, heart pounding loudly in chest, his lungs greedily taking in air as though he had forgotten to breath while dreaming. The longing would settle in when he opened his eyes and she was no where to be found. He yearned for her so much it physically hurt.

It was her, his soulmate, he knew it in his gut, but still, the string tied neatly around his finger hung mockingly at his side.

The Mandalorian heaved a great sigh as he dropped the string and lifted his tired body from the pilot’s seat, the ship was set to course, and it was time for bed. Beside him, in his floating pram, the Child slept soundly. Din smiled fondly beneath his helmet before pressing the button to close up the pram for the night, it followed silently behind him as he made his way to his quarters, turning in for the night to an empty bed.

                                                             ***

The quarry was not a hard man to find or capture by any means. A rodian smuggler by the name of Sio Thule, wanted for the disappearance of a large shipment of spice, was not a clever being.

The tracking fob had led the Mandalorian to a small pub on an outer-rim desert planet. There, Din had found the rodian three sheets to the wind, loudly bragging about the stolen spice. He was too intoxicated to put up a fight, and a swift jab in the stomach was all the Mandalorian needed to bring the bounty down. The Mandalorian grabbed the rodian by the hood of his tunic, dragging him from the pub while he bemoaned his gut punch.

Then, when that pained had faded, and the reality of his situation settled in, the roadian, like all of his quarries, started his attempt at bargaining.

“Hey! Hey, buddy,” from behind him, the rodian fought to capture the attention of his captor, the Mandalorian hunter. “Maybe we can help each other out, yeah?”

Din ignored the attempt at communication, use to quarries attempting to bargain their way out of their situation. The one before the Child had attempted to bargain his way to freedom with credits, but it ended the same every single hunt. A quarry encased in carbonite, ready to transport back to the guild.

“Hey big guy, I know you can hear me up there. I can help, I can help you!” The rodian was attempting to right himself, as Din was still dragging him, but was having little success.

“How could you possibly help me?” The question had ben rhetorical, but the rodian didn’t seem to notice, and took this as a sign that the Mandalorian was up for discussing his potential release.

“Back in the pub,” he started, “You said you were lookin’ for a Jedi.”

Apparently, despite whining profusely about his “injury”, the rodian had managed to hear the brief exchange between the Mandalorian and the pub bartender.

“What do you know of the Jedi?” The Mandalorian stopped in his tracks, Sio, who could now finally regain his bearings, stood up from the ground. He attempted to wipe the debris from his clothes from his unceremonious escort to the ‘Crest, when the Mandalorian cuffed him in on fluid movement.

Din had been tasked weeks ago with returning his Foundling to its own kind, the Jedi, and he had found hide nor hair of the order of sorcerer’s. He was currently looking for more Mandalorians who may have escaped the Imperial attack on the covert to help him by Creed, and was coming up with just as few leads.

Sio gulped visibly as the Mandalorian in his intimidating beskar armor, stared down at him intensely.

“Not much,” Sio attempted to keep his voice confident, free of the fear that had made its home in the pit of his stomach, ���Just where one so happened to appear the Day the Galaxy Shook.”

Beneath his helm, the Mandalorian quirked a brow, “Appeared?”

The rodian nodded vigorously, “Yeah, yeah, appeared. Out of thin air,” Sio wiggled his fingers through the air expressively, “They say she was thrown from the Netherworld of the Force.”

“The Netherworld of the Force?” Din said slowly, testing the phrase on his tongue.

Sio tried to plaster on a confident look on his face, “Yea, yea! The Netherworld, where the Jedi reside after death. Like the afterlife or something.”

“The afterlife?” Din grunted, tugging harshly on the rodians cuffs, “You’re wasting my time.” Din pulled his quarry forward with strength much greater than the other beings, and Sio stumbled forward, struggling to keep his footing.

A Jedi booted from the afterlife on the Day the Galaxy Shook, now that was an inventive tale. Perhaps what the rodian lacked in intelligence, he made up for in imagination. In all his years of hunting, Din could honestly say that that was the most outlandish story he had ever been told as a means of bribery.

Not giving up, Sio called out to the Mandalorian once more, “Hold on, hold on, I’m telling the truth!” Sio caught his bearings quicker than Din would have liked, and resumed talking almost instantly. Din couldn’t wait to put this guy in carbonite. At least then he would finally shut up.

“Let me show you! I bring you to where the Jedi showed up, you can confirm the rumors yourself. Just let me go in return.” The rodian was begging now, his voice cracking at his last attempt to persuade the Mandalorian, “What do you have to lose?”

At Sio’s words the Mandalorian stopped in his tracks once more, the rodian, who hadn’t been prepared for the abrupt stop, smacked into Din’s back, the hard beskar rattling his skull.

“Dank ferric,” Sio muttered, rubbing his green head as Din mulled over the rodians words.

What did he have to lose? Some time maybe, but not much else. If the rodian was telling the truth, which Din doubted, then he could finally have a lead on finding one of the Child’s kind. If not, well, it wasn’t like this quarry was smart enough to give him the slip, he would still collect his bounty.

Din spared a glance down at his own hand, where the Red String of Fate was tied neatly, visible to him even beneath his gloves. The Day the Galaxy Shook.  The day Din looked down at his hand and suddenly- his string lead somewhere. Din’s heart squeezed inside his chest. Maybe…

After a long stretch of silence that left the rodian sweating, Din finally spoke.

“Show me.”

Chapter II

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

The Best Parts of Me

by @ether-solrac, a special non-canon scene I wrote for @justanotherpersonsuniverse Other Magic AU. Hope you all enjoy, although at 7 pages and 3,788 words, its a doozy.

The graveyard was in disarray as the various tombstones and mausoleums lay shattered and crumbled from the echoes of battle. The embers feeding off the dried grass were the only source of light as the thick fog suffocated the moonless night. But more than the echoes of death, the sight Chloe found most traumatizing was the image of her friends so very close to joining whatever spirits were too damn afraid to bear witness to this kind of threat. Juleka was propped up against a cracked tombstone and missing an arm. Kagami’s saber lay shattered beside her unconscious body, her flames worryingly dim. Alya’s coat was sporting a nasty tear that would take months to properly heal. And the two Sabrinas lay huddled protectively over the battered body of Aurore, not doing much better themselves if the chipped antlers and smell of scorched foliage were any indicator. But the part that stole all of her focus and pierced her heart with the fiercest desperation she’s ever felt, was the sight of the formidable hunter responsible for all this carnage, shimmering sliver skull mask and coat as dark as the void itself, and in his grasp, dangling helplessly like the prey he saw her as, was Alix.

“You know, you lot have been making quite the scene in both the magical and hunter communities. Tearing down glamour after glamour and forming bonds between races that have been in hiding for centuries. Disgusting. You can imagine my surprise when the supposed group undoing thousands of yeas of carefully crafted repression and giving these blasted freaks hope, was nothing more than a bunch of brats” the hunter monologued. He pulled Alix up further by her wrist, putting just enough pressure to cause Alix to cry out in pain and cancel out the small spell she’d been discreetly trying to cast. “Now now, none of that little witch.”

“You bastard…” Chloe forced out as she tried desperately to get up or do anything for that matter. She’d always been so conscious of what the full moon did to her, she never really stopped to consider how weak the new moon left her. The brutal beating she received probably didn’t help either.

“Ah, so the bitch is still conscious. Good. You’re the witch’s familiar are you not? The pain must be double for you two and yet you both are still desperately trying to save the other. I’d say it was romantic if you weren’t such perverse creatures” the hunter mocked. “The world of magic and monsters has had its day and its end is inevitable. I won’t let a bunch of brats get in the way of that.”

The hunter pulled an ornate dagger out of his cloak and if it was even possible, Chloe went even more pale. While she may not have much of a mind for magic, she’s spent enough nights curled up next to a studying Alix to recognize that rune was a huge no-no, a magic syphon… She had to do something! Anything! What the fuck was the point of being part giant killer werewolf if she couldn’t use it when she needed it! She was under so much pain it felt like it was only getting stronger and stronger, and all she could do was take a single step before it became too much and she collapsed, the sight of Alix’s tear stricken face calling out her name was the last thing she saw before her world faded to black.

 ——

Or at least that’s what she thought… Chloe awoke with a start back in her own room at the hotel except it wasn’t quite right. It was like the entire room had been petrified and turned to stone. Moss, dust, and rubble claimed the space as though it were some long forgotten temple. That, and she’s pretty sure her room didn’t have that massive skylight projecting a dark ominous storm that was practically leaking in through all the windows and doors.

“Well well well, look who finally decided to drop in” a twisted but familiar voice called out to her.

Standing before her was a grim twisted version of Chloe herself. Her skin was as pale as stone, her hair was a mesmerizing sliver that shined like moonlight, but what was most stunning were the deep wild red eyes and gleaming fang filled smile that sparkled with something incredibly predatory.

“I was wondering how long it would take for us to finally meet face to face. I’ve simply been DYING to meet you. Although from the look of things it seems like there’s someone out there has a similar idea” the odd Chloe spoke.

“You… You’re my wolf half…” Chloe mumbled to herself.

“And they say Blonds are dumb. You’re smarter than people give you credit for. But then again, its not like you gave them much to look for to begin with.”

“What do you want, and how am I even in here?”

“Awww, right to business? Alright then, you’re in here because you called for me. Because CHLOE wasn’t enough. And why would you be? you’re nothing but the scared heartless little girl that’s spent so long chasing after a bitch that won’t ever love you that you became one yourself.”

“W-what… no that’s- “Chloe whimpered out

“Not true?” the wolf snarled. “Why don’t we just take a look at your little friends and see for ourselves shall we?”

“Chloe, what’s going on?” came a voice from behind her.

Turning around Chloe found Sabrina standing there just as confused as she was. Out of the darkness the wolf Chloe sauntered up to Sabrina wrapping her firm clawed hand over Sabrina’s neck.

“let’s see, your oldest most faithful friend of oh so many years.” Wolf Chloe taunted pressing her finger more firmly on the redhead’s neck. “And what have you done to her? Oh, that’s right. You silenced her voice and then paraded her around like a servant and trophy.”

Before Chloe could even get the scream out, the wolf slashed across Sabrina’s throat. Sabrina stood there in shock, grasping her neck, completely void of her voice, and as the faintest drips of crimson seeped through her fingers, she was drained of all color and petrified into a stone statue. Chloe didn’t even have the time to grieve as the wolf made her way to yet another of her newly appeared friends, Juleka.

“Ah yes, Juleka, she really is something isn’t she? Underneath the shy girl routine, she’s rather gorgeous and fierce, isn’t she? And you couldn’t let someone outshine you, could you? So, what else would you do beside socially burry her where her fear of never being seen could destroy what little opposition she posed.” With monstrous strength the wolf pounded the ground, the entire room vibrating before the ceiling collapsed and buried Juleka under the rubble.

“Please… stop this!” Chloe cried out, but the wolf was a showman, and this dark performance was far from over.

Pulling her next victim from the void, Alya was the next star of the twisted tragedy. “Alya, oh she is a troublesome one isn’t she. Even more than Dupain-Cheng, she had the audacity to stand up to you day one. She was the first to see you for the demon you really are, and you couldn’t have that. She wanted to be the journalist, promote the truth above all else. You had to make sure she took a fall for it.” With a snap of the wolf’s fingers heavy steal chains began to wrap themselves around Alya and pull her to the ground where the weight kep her immobile. And as an added insult the wolf personally strapped a muzzle to Alya’s face, preventing her from speaking.

“But those were just the appetizers. I think you know who the main event is” the wolf Chloe spoke as she bathed in the tension and misery of the moment. And Chloe knew damn well who her other half was taking about, and she wasn’t sure she could handle anymore of this torture. If seeing her friends attacked like this twice could hurt her like this, then whatever she had planned for Alix would break her.

Just like Chloe feared, Alix was brought out of the same void that the others were and just like the others, the wolf wasted no time to start playing with her new prey. Unlike the others however, was how all over Alix the other her was.

“Oh, Alix Alix Alix. You seem to have special place in Chloe’s shriveled little heart. The girl with patience and determination. The one who reached out when no one ever would. You probably came closer than anyone to breaking through her walls and oh, how that SCARED her. She couldn’t let anyone in. She couldn’t have anyone know just how WEAK she actually is. So, what did she do? She locked you out and tossed you aside to fend for yourself.”

“Please!” Chloe cried out, the tears strolling down her face as her body refused to budge. “No more, please you can’t hurt her!”

“Oh sweety,” the wolf leaned in real close as it wiped a tear off of chloe’s face, “I haven’t done anything you haven’t done yourself.” And with a lazy flick of her wrist an ethereal mirror emerged from the darkness, and from it, shadowed arms pierced the veil within it, latching on to Alix from all angles.

“Chloe listen to me!” Alix called out as the shadows began to drag her towards the mirror. “This isn’t all that you are! you’re more than just your mistakes! You’re Chloe fucking Bourgeoius!” The shadows finally claimed Alix and trapped her behind the surface of the glass, lost and alone in its void. She stayed there behind the surface, banging on the barrier and shouting at Chloe, but her words too, were lost to the void.

“Why?” Chloe begged “Why are you doing this?”

“Why?” the wolf replied, an infuriating amount of glee in her voice, like Chloe was finally playing the game shed been waiting for. “Why, because your time is done of course. You were always too weak, and because of it you lashed out like a brat and not the predator that I can make us. Your fear kept us from having everything we ever wanted and I’m not putting up with it any longer. I want to hunt, I want a pack, and I want to take my rightful place as the Alpha. But to do that, I need you gone.”

With that the other Chloe finally let her claws reach her full majesty as she took slow measured steps to her counterpart. Chloe could practically feel them vibrate in tune with her own heartbeat that slowed to a crawl in her desperation. Here she was desperately seeking a way to save her friends and instead she found judgement for her crimes… maybe she really was the worse half of herself… maybe she didn’t deserve everything she had… maybe…

“Wait…” Chloe spoke, the tears paused as Chloe started down her other half in contemplation, the wolf stopping her approach with an equal sense of curiosity. “You said you wanted a pack but… this IS my pack…”

For the first time since her arrival, Chloe found herself able to move. Taking slow steady steps, she approached the petrified Sabrina first. Placing her palm on the outline of the wound on her throat, some of the darkness began to fade as the wound shimmered and faded, revealing a newly flesh and blood Sabrina, with Chloe now sporting the old injury.

“You told me that I silenced Sabrina… “Chloe rasped out as it became much more painful to speak. ”and you’re right that at one time I did…”

“But when she let me go…” Sabrina continued for her as she held Chloe close, “I not only found my own voice, I became someone she can have actual meaningful conversations with.”

Not letting the moment go to waste, Chloe made her way to where Juleka was buried, and from the bleeding wound she reached out with a handful of the blood and let it pour between the cracks. As she did so, her colors became more and more muted until she stood there fully monochrome save for her blood. With a bit of a rumble, Juleka emerged from the rubble, not only no worse for wear but with the purples and reds of her ensemble glowing brightly.

“You told me that I hid Juleka out of jealousy… and fear of being hidden myself…” Chloe began.

“And while she may have been a bitch about it at first, eventually she let me shine, and instead of her fading away, I lead her to a group where she never had to hide again,” Juleka continued as she took her place proudly by Chloe’s side.

Next up was Alya. She snapped the chains that held Alya in place and as Alya regained her strength, Chloe could feel hers leaving her as she nearly collapsed. Alya catching her before she hit the ground.

“You said I thought Alya was only ever going to tear me down…” Chloe began.

“But after butting heads enough times, I like to think that I helped make her even stronger than she was before” Alya continued as she lifted Chloe up, tossing the girl’s arm over her shoulders for support.

Together the group made their way to Alix’s mirror, Alix herself calming down from the other side as Chloe hobbled over. Chloe placed her hand on the glass and Alix did the same as they stared at each other longingly.

“As for Alix… you told me I was afraid of what could happen if she ever got close…. But now the only I fear…” said Chloe as her hand pushed past the veil and grasped Alix’s hand firmly in her own.

“Is to ever have to spend another day without her by my side” Alix finished as Chloe pulled her free with the little strength she had left, the two quickly embracing as though the rest of the world didn’t exist. As the emotions flowed so did the lights as they shimmered around the pair, and as they faded, there stood Chloe not only fully restored, but perhaps a little stronger as well. Turning to face her doppelganger, Chloe stood defiantly.

“You told me I was weak, and honestly you’re probably right. I WAS weak. But these people changed that. They made me stronger, and even more than that, they saved me from being alone. And it didn’t end there, because once I opened up to them, they invited even more into the fold.” From the shadows, shimmers of light appeared as others materialized, Aroure, Kagami, and Feybrina taking their place with the rest of the group. “Every single one of them became a valuable part of me. My pack and my power. But… so are you…”

The Wolf paused at that, not in aggression, but in curiosity as though it had been holding out for this exact moment.

“You’re me, all of this, the pain, the ferocity, the theatrics, this is all just a big show in my head to test me. You wanted me to think you’re this evil part of me but you’re not. You’re not just anger, you’re my passion. You’re not just my ferocity, you’re my focus. And you’re not just my instinct to survive, you’re my need to protect. So, let’s cut the bullshit and do this the way only Chloe fucking Bourgeois can. We want to be the Alpha? Then I think its about time to show that so called ‘hunter’ what happens when you fuck with the pack of the Alpha Bitch.”

And like a force of nature the storm and darkness swirled away in a flurry, revealing the brilliance of a massive shinning full moon through the skylight above. The Wolf bathed in the ethereal glow and was sporting the most triumphant feral smile as she approached her counterpart with open arms.

“My dear Chloe” she spoke as she embraced her other half. “I thought we’d never ask.” And In a flash the world retuned to darkness once more.

 —–

The hunter was prepared to strike Alix when he heard a rumble beside him. Now, towering over the hunter, stood a massive werewolf with a mane of silver hair that glowed in the moonlight and a pair of deep purple eyes that burned with righteous fury.

“No, that’s not possible!” shouted the hunter “Its a blasted new moon! I made sure that you wouldn’t be able to stand against me! How are you doing this!”

The wolf cared nothing for the ranting of the hunter as there was only one thought at the center of its focus.

“Unhand my mate…” the beast snarled, its voice briming with the commanding echoes of power that could send shivers of fear down the spines of the most battle-hardened warriors. “and surrender…” She took a single step forward and it felt as though the earth itself roared in reverence of the true predator. “or die…”

The hunter chose wrong as he tried to plunge the blade towards Alix as a threat. That was the final mistake as the beast lunged faster than most could even think. There were no screams. There was no struggle. The hunter got his wish in a way… there was a monster slain that night.

 —–

When Alix awoke it was to the sight of Chloe getting dressed in the darkness of the night. She blushed a bit as she waited a moment before calling casting a simple illumination charm, alerting the other girl to her presence. She’d vehemently deny peaking to anyone that’d ask.

“Hey” the wolf girl called out to her companion in tired acknowledgement, although the small smile spoke volumes to the shorter girl.

“Hey yourself, what did I- Holy shit! Chloe Your eyes! Your hair!” Alix responded.

As Chloe came in range of the small light, the sight that shocked Alix was clear. Where once was a head of golden hair now flowed a practical river of sliver threads, and where once there were deep sky-blue eyes now rested a pair of mesmerizing violet eyes that pulsed with equal parts compassion and fury.

“Yeah… might be hard to explain, but I think it’s a good look on me. Makes me feel… complete.”

“Chloe what happened… I saw you transform but after that… what happened to the hunter?”

“He’s been… taken care of. Let’s leave it at that… PLEASE.” Chloe made her way to Alix and cuddled up to her side, desperately hanging on to her like her senses demanded she make sure she didn’t disappear.

“Alright…” Alix responded, deepening the embrace herself. “I thought we were goners there for a while…”

“I would never let someone take away my pack” Chloe lightly growled. Alix let that sink in for a bit as she could feel Chloe’s emotions flow through their bond completely uninterrupted. She could feel Chloe’s protectiveness, her gratitude, her relief, and her regrets all at once, but try as she might she couldn’t ignore that single strand that refused to be hidden, as if asking her to reach out for it

“Chlo… before I passed out… I heard you call me your mate… does that mean-“ that was as far as Alix got before her senses were flooded both physically and magically as Chloe kissed her with all the force and passion she could muster. She was overloaded by the new physical sensations but what really took her breath away was the massive waves of pure love and adoration that Chloe gave off. She didn’t think a million conversations could communicate what Chloe could through their bond and she couldn’t help but return the favor herself. After what felt like a lifetime condensed into a mere fraction of a second, Chloe pulled away and with the most peaceful smile Alix had ever seen on her, she grabbed her hand in hers.

“We have an eternity to talk about this, but for now, I think its safe to assume that the answer to any of your questions is yes. What we need to do now though, is take care of our friends. You start healing the others. I’ve got Jules” Chloe said as she began to pull away.

“Right… and Chloe?” Chloe turned around to be met with Alix pecking her lips. And with that Alix went off after the others, her face almost as red as her hair and a dopey grin on her face.

With a smile of her own she made her way to Juleka who was only just starting to wake up. Offering her arm, she got Juleka’s attention with a small shake. “Come on Marceline, breakfast is ready”

Unable to resist her impulses in her weakened state, Juleka dove right in and began to drain blood out of the offered limb, Chloe’s accelerated healing likely the only think keeping her from being sucked dry. Juleka seemed to perk up more as she had her fill, and her missing arm began to rapidly grow into place.

“Ah shit” Juleka gasped as though coming up for air after so long. “Wow that’s potent stuff. Sorry about that by the way. I’d say I owe you one, but somethings telling me its more than just one I owe you.”

“We can talk about that later…” Chloe said as she sat down to rest next to the goth. “I actually wanted to say thank you…”

“Thank you? I’m pretty sure you’re the one that saved my ass. Nice look by the way, I expect the story on that too later.”

“Thanks, and It’s not because of that… it’s because you’re the one that started all this, I wouldn’t have this pack if it wasn’t for you. I wouldn’t be the person I am now without everyone, including you… so thank you.”

“Never thought I’d see the day Chloe Bourgeois went sappy on me.”

“Oh, shut it you. Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.”

They were both silent for a minute before both bursting into laughter. When they both calmed down again Juleka couldn’t resist the one question hanging over both of their heads.

“Things are never going to be normal, or at least normal for us, again after this, is it?”

“No, I don’t think it will… but honestly, maybe that’s a good thing. We’ve made connections I’d never trade for all the treasures in the world.” As she caught site of the others all awake with grateful smiles as  they all huddled together, she couldn’t help but think aloud “I think as long as this pack sticks together, things are going to be alright.”

———————

OH SHIT. WELL HOT DAMN! NICE! FUCKING SUBLIME!

Very big shounen power of friendship vibes and bRO IM FUCKING THRIVING YALL KNOW I LOVE THAT SHIT

[thenameisel]

Origin Stories Part Two: Sunshine and Ghosts

I exist.

Hrm.

Weird.

The sky is such a lovely color of blue. There’s not a single cloud in sight. Something rings my peripheral vision. It shifts slightly.

Time passes.

Wait. How do I know what a cloud is? I’ve only seen this empty sky. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. But it is literally the only thing I have ever seen.

A soft breeze caresses my face. Or at least I know it does. Weird sensation. I feel it, but not the way I feel like I should feel it. Does that make sense?

That’s when I realize there is a whole host of sensations to be felt. Some feel right, others don't. I can feel the ground I’m lying on. Firm yet soft. I realize it’s old hard ground covered by deep grass. Huh. Wonder how I know that. There's a whisper of sound as the breeze moves through the grass. Or was it always there and I just noticed it now? Birds are chirping somewhere.

Wow there’s a lot going on. I close my eyes and notice another sensation. Warmth. From the sky. The sun baking everything it touches. It’s glorious. I revel in it.

More time passes. Just existing. Just feeling. Just listing.

Eventually I notice something else, a tickle in the back of my mind. Unlike anything I can describe. Love? Devotion? Joy? As I concentrate on it, it swells up to meet me, a depth of feeling so vast, so…

Something shifts on my chest. I hadn’t noticed anything was there. A weight, truly miniscule, lifts and I realize I’m capable of motion too! I lift my head. The scene shifts and there’s forest in the distance, and rocky outcrops like ridges cut through with a hot knife. Long snaking roads run either side of the meadow I’m in. They look unused for eons.

More things I don’t know how I know.

But all those thoughts are chased from my mind as the source of the weight floats front and center of my vision. I sit up all the way, stunned.

“HI!” it goes. Exuberant. Ecstatic.

“Um. Hello?” I didn’t know I was capable of speech either. My voice sounds weird. Synthetic.

I look at the little flying robotic… thing. It's white surface glitters slightly in the sunshine, its singular eye changing colors rapidly. Almost joyously.

Suddenly I realize this is the source of that indescribable sensation.

Scratch the sky. THIS is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

“You seemed to be enjoying lying there, so I thought I’d do it too. I’ve… been looking for you for a very long time, never stopped really, so when you were reveling in being alive I thought I’d try too for once. It was nice!”

It, no, he? He spun leisurely, the white facets rotating around his eye. Happy. Content.

“What are you? I… don't know you. I know the sky, the sun, the grass… somehow. But you. You’re new.”

“I’m your Ghost!”

Wait what? Ghosts aren’t real. And even if they were I don’t think they’re supposed to look like this stunning creature.

“You’re a Guardian. A Hunter, specifically. Let me tell you, I had so hoped you'd be a Hunter!”

“I have questions. Many, now that I think of it. How can you be a ghost if you’re a robot? How can you be my ghost? I’m not dead. I think.”

“Oh not that kind of ghost! I’m a Ghost,” that time he accentuated the ‘G’ “And I’m your Ghost cause we’re a pair now! I will always be by your side. Always. Also. Uh. You WERE dead.”

“WHAT?”

“Well that’s the thing. You died. A long, long time ago. Car accident I think.” he turned quickly, looking left and right, a beam of pale blue light jetting out towards a nearby heap of twisted metal. “Yup. Definitely car accident.”

“Again. What?”

“And I finally found you! And brought you back! And I’ll do it many more times as long as we’re together. And I'm never, ever, leaving your side.”

“Why… don’t I remember?”

“Oh. No one remembers their past life. Some say it's so you can be your best now, without a past weighing you down. I figure it’s because I didn’t know you then!”

I feel so confused. The answers don't make sense. Or maybe they do. I want to ask a thousand more questions. But the marvelous creature continues.

“Wait. You should remember your name at least! You’re an Exo. You have it hard coded into you.”

“My name?”

I think hard. Name. Name. Something lurks below in the depths of my mind. Like a forgotten memory. I reach for it. A name leaps to mind. It BURNS. Something about it is so horrifyingly WRONG to me and I don’t know why. I HATE it. Starts with a J and ends with a 4. I blurt it out. I feel sick. A weird shock sets in.

After a few minutes the beautiful miracle of a thing flies up real close and gently taps me in the middle of my face with one of his facets. It makes a metallic ‘clink’ sound. Pulls me back to reality.

“Boop.” It goes. “Hey, you ok?”

“Yea, I… Uh. Can I… Not go by that name?”

“Can’t see why not!”

“Thanks, that feels important somehow. Wait. What’s your name? And what’s an Exo?”

“Oh, well! My name, that’s up to you! But I had Pip last, and it felt right.”

“Did you like it?” I ask. One ought to like their name.

“Oh yes! Short for Pipsqueak apparently, might have been an insult. Also it was too long. I like Pip though! Pip! Pip! Pip! So cheery!”

I chuckle, the day gets brighter again.

“Oh and you, you’re an Exo. Remove your gloves and you’ll see.”

After a slight hesitation I do, unsure what to expect. I pull off grey leather gloves revealing metal fingers with dark rubbery musculature. Pip hits them with the blue light. It tingles.

“Yup yup.” He makes a weird but adorable burbling noise. Laughter? He proceeds to hit the rest of me with that light. It tingles still, but oddly comforting at the same time. “You’re an Exo all right! Older model, but not outdated or anything. You should have a decent number of ‘Humanisms’. Weird thing that. I can fill you in on those later. Height 147.5 cm. If I include your boots. Hrm, I see traces of a green paint job that was removed with acid. That’s not something I can fix but we might be able to see about getting a new coat back in the City. But still, quite pretty.”

Odd comment that. Paint job? Who paints their skin? Then I remember my metallic hands. Something occurs to me and I hesitantly reach up and touch my face. It's hard. Metallic. Solid. There are very few moving parts. Lower jaw, eyelids, that’s about it. I have no nose.

“I'm… a robot?"

"Kind of. It's a really long story but we have time! It's a long way back to the City. Especially since we have to walk! Or, well, float in my case. Anyway. Want to get going?"

I am not ready to get going. This place is beautiful and I don't feel I've spent enough time appreciating it. Need a delaying tactic.

"What's this City? Is it far? Why not just stay here?"

Pip burbles again and darts off. A heartbeat later he's back. I don't think my tactic is working. He repeats the motion two more times, as if wanting me to follow. I lay back in the grass stubbornly.

"C'mon! I'll answer anything on the way! But trust me. You'll get mighty hungry staying here! And there SO much to see. You'll love the Last City! Promise!"

I ignore the splendid creature. I feel bad about it. After a moment Pip settles back down onto my chest.

"Seriously! It's HUGE. Well. Not as big as old world cities of course. But it's safe! Oh and the Hunter Vanguard, that's what they call the leader of the Hunters, you'll like him! He's an Exo too!"

I don't care. I close my eyes and enjoy the sunshine.

"Ok. Fine. Five more minutes. But then we gotta goooooooo. There was a Golden Age facility about three hours walk from here. Might be a good spot to stay the night."

That piqued my interest. I have no idea what Pip is talking about.

"Golden Age?"

"Oh yes!" Elation. Oh no. He's realized I'm interested. "They referred to them as 'Truck Stops'. All kinds of weird Golden Age things in there."

"What kinds of weird?"

"Nick nacks. Odds and sods. Thing a ma jigs."

Alright. Time to cave.

"Ok. Ok fine. Fine."

"Woo! But first. You need a name. A new name!"

He lifts off my chest and I stand up, dust bits of grass and debris off my grey leather outfit. It's lightly armored. Plenty of mobility. A dark grey cape with an oversized hood over top everything. And while it's nothing special, it feels right.

Pip is looking quite intently at me. Excited. Expectant. But there's also joy there. Innocent childish joy. It's infectious. I chuckle again.

"What did you say earlier? When you tapped my face?"

Pip, this beautiful adorable miracle that I've known for less than a day and already I'd die for, flies up close again and taps a facet against the flat space where a nose should be.

"Boop!"

I can't help it and double over in hysterical laughter. He flies in dizzying circles around me. Burbling the whole time. After a few minutes I'm spent and force myself to take big gasps of air and try to collect myself. Weird, that. You wouldn’t think an Exo would need to breathe. One of those ‘Humanisms’?

"Allright. How about Boop? Can I go by Boop?"

"I like it!" Pip exclaims. I hear him from behind me. I spin around, but his voice stays behind me. "Boop! Boop! Boop!"

More burbling laughter. That's when I realize there's a weight in my hood. I reach back to feel his form through the fabric. He twitches and burbles.

"You going to stay there?"

"Can I? For a bit? Please?"

"Go nuts. Now. Which way to this 'Truck Stop'?"

Pip gives me directions, and off we go.

He was right. It was one hell of a long walk. Took a little over a month to reach the Last City. But he was also right on another thing. I loved it.

[powerfultenderness]

Love's Philosophy/Secret

Title: Love’s Philosophy/Secret

Rating: T

Pairing: V/Reader

"Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In another's being mingle- Why not I with thine?" (Love’s Philosophy, Percy Shelley)

I told my love, I told my love,  I told her all my heart, Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.  Ah! she did depart! (Love’s Secret, William Blake)

-

You inwardly sighed as your eyes tracked the lean dark haired poet. 'Devil hunter.' You had to remind yourself. This was no man to casually crush on. 

Even if he were to notice you he'd simply assume that you were there on a job. You were a messenger, a courier, for Morrison. After the older man noticed how often the shop got attacked he decided it was best to send someone in his place. You weren't a fighter, but you were quick and needed money. 

'Besides,' you thought, 'any chance to see him.'

He seemed to notice you staring and you quickly shot him a friendly smile as a greeting and went back to discussing their newest case with Nero. 

“Sounds fun,” Nero grinned, cocky in his ability as a devil hunter. 

You smiled and turned back to V, who had been standing next to Nero listening to the job proposal. “What about you, V? You in?” 

You were always kind to him, making a point of keeping eye contact and smiling at him. He’d thought that was just the kind of person that you were, but now as he started watching your interaction with Nero he noticed the difference. You were kind to the other man sure, but you didn’t smile at Nero the same way you smiled at him. A part of him was warmed by this fact. You had a smile reserved just for him. 

V gave you a slightly lopsided smirk and inclined his head, leaning against his cane. “And, when night comes, I’ll go To places fit for woe.”

“Great!” You said, you smile widening even more because that meant that you’d get another chance to see him when the job was done. 

Wordlessly V left, presumably to get ready for the job, but what that entailed you didn’t know. You hadn’t noticed you’d been staring at V as he left with obvious longing in your eyes. That is until Nero, amused by your smitten state, whistled. 

“You got it bad for him?” 

“Am I into a man that waxes poetry like that? Hell yea. The guy is literally romantic.” You chuckled at your own joke, expecting to hear Nero’s laughter too.

Nero only shook his head slightly, eyebrows scrunched up a little, clearly not getting your joke. 

“V’s favorite poet to spout is William Blake. William Blake, one of the most prominent poets of the Romantic era?” 

He gave you a forced laugh, “Haha, hilarious.”

You rolled your eyes, “I bet he would have thought so.” 

“Then why don’t you just tell him?” Nero asked, starting to get annoyed with the conversation, even though he started it.

“As Blake, and probably V, would put it: “Never seek to tell thy love.”

Nero scoffed, “What? Why?”

It always seemed so easy to those already in relationships. You’d bet your next paycheck though, that he wasn’t nearly as confident about his feelings before it was clear that Kyrie returned them. So you continued Blake’s depressing poem. “I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart, Trembling cold in ghastly fears. Ah! she did depart!”

“Tch. Doesn’t he also say something about desires and restraint?” 

That actually snapped you out of your increasingly depressing thoughts. “Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.” Then a wide grin spread across your face, “Look at you, Nero! Paying attention and shit! V’ll make a poet of you yet!” 

“Shut up!” 

“I bet Kyrie would love it, actually!”

He sighed, “Get out of here!”

Your laughter echoed slightly as you left, trying to think of a way to tell V how you felt the next time you saw him. 

-

Nero was the only one around to collect the payment for the last job, much to your disappointment. So you didn’t get the chance to see V again for another two weeks. Luckily this gave you time to consider your feelings and how you would go about telling him (and what you were going to do if he rejected you!) 

It wasn’t quite an ideal situation, however. 

 “Shit! Shit! Shit!” You thought, pedaling as fast as you could. 

Yep. You thought you were fast enough to be a delivery person for Devil May Cry when you only had a bicycle. Usually it was no big deal, Nero and V, and Trish and Lady, were very good at handling demons. But today the shop was empty of friends and surrounded by enemies. 

Willing your legs to pump faster, though they were already pushing as hard as they could, you barely escaped a swipe from a claw. “Ha!” You were foolish enough to cheer. Only to collide with a demon that appeared in front of you as you looked back. 

As your bike was stopped by the bulk of the demon, you went flying past it and its menacing claws and fangs. You managed to tuck in your arms and cover your face as momentum pushed you forward while gravity was determined to bring you back down. You let out a strangled choke as you were caught mid air by your shirt, just a few feet from meeting pavement. 

“At least you’re lighter than Nero, girly.” A sardonic voice said as he huffed and set you down gently.

“Griffon!” Of course you were familiar with V’s, well, familiars. 

“You’re welcome. Now stay back.” He didn’t stick around long enough for you to hug him, which you had been about to do, no matter how awkward it would have been to hug a big bird.

Griffon flew off towards V and Shadow, who were taking care of the demons with ease. With the addition of their avian ally, the rest of the demons fell and V finished them off with his cane.

With his enemies dead, V turned around to face you, no doubt about to quote some poetry or maybe even inquire about your health. But you didn’t quite let him. Quicker than he would have given you credit for, you lunged at him and wrapped your arms tightly around him. He was stunned, his words stuck in his throat as he realized that you were shaking. 

“Was that your first demon encounter?” His wrapped his left arm around you, resting his hand in the middle of your back. 

You shook your head against his chest, noticing that your face was met with both leather and skin, and started to relax now that you were in his arms. Safe. 

“First encounter I’ve been alone though. Usually one of the others is around and everyone kills them so quickly I never had time to be scared of them.” Now you understood why Morrison started outsourcing this job to you. 

With the way V was holding you, how everything was quiet and empty, it was the perfect time to confess. But you still couldn’t bring yourself to say three simple words. ‘I like you’. 

He called your name again, using the handle of his cane to gently tilt your head up so that you were looking at him. The intimate action and the concern that laced over his lovely face, that you heard in his perfect voice, was enough to make you swallow your fears. 

“And the sunlight clasps the earth And the moonbeams kiss the sea: What is all this sweet work worth,” you glanced around at the dead demons and the destruction the fight caused, “If thou kiss me not?”

His dark eyes stared into yours for a moment before they flickered down to your slightly parted lips. He considered your words, recognizing them as belonging to Percy Shelly, recognizing them as an admission of how you felt about him. And how he felt about you.

V dropped his right hand, holding his cane, and captured your lips with his own. That was all that was needed for pent up emotions to come forth. The kiss turned from nearly chaste to heated, a small nibble at your lower lip and his tongue meeting yours. You moved your hands from around his torso to grip the lapels of his jacket, clinging to him as you desperately closed what little space there was between you. His hands on your hips pulling you to him just the same. 

He pulled away first, a deep hum vibrating close enough to your lips to melt your will. But his eyes flickered behind you and he straightened. “I’m afraid, your bike didn’t survive the attack.” He said as he lifted his cane and pointed at your mangled bike.

Oh shit! You turned around, even though his left arm was still holding your waist, and frowned. “Aww man! What am I gonna do now?” 

He glanced around and pointed his cane at a payphone, “Help is always near.” 

You frowned and mumbled. “Yea but she might charge me for the ride.” 

V chuckled and led you to the payphone, not willing to relinquish contact just yet. “Worry not for the job isn’t done.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” 

He smiled at you as he called for Nico, luckily she wasn’t that far. “Those were Hell Cainas, which means a Judecca shouldn’t be far off.” 

“Oh cool. Sooo, we were making out while we were still in danger.” Actually, that was kinda hot, but you weren’t going to admit that out loud.

He chuckled, “You were never in danger. I can assure you that.” 

Though you wanted to kiss him again, it seemed like the right moment, Nico’s van sailed through the air and skidded to a halt just a few feet away from where you and V were standing.

“Hey there!” Nico called, hanging out of the window. 

V walked you to the van and grasped your hand in his, bowing while leaving a soft kiss on your knuckles. 

“Bid me farewell, and smile.”

You blushed from such a gesture, you really should have expected something like that from V, but smiled nonetheless. “See you later, V.” 

As he followed Griffon, whose complaints had been ignored, towards the demon summoner, Nico laughed. “Wow! Ain’t he romantic!” 

You gasped and turned to her, “That’s what I said!” 

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reposting this drabble on my dark kink blog because, well, yea. Ask originally sent by scifielves

Samus had another bounty. A well-paying one, too, and one she thought would be a simple milk-run. Some kind of Alien was using a whole medley of science and pheromones to kidnap men and women to work on his motley crew. He had body-mods out the ass, a bad temper, and a few hundred crew-mates that she was forbidden from harming as part of her contract.

Still, she had enough information on him to know that physically speaking he’d be no problem to take out. She’d run in, knock him out, take him back into her ship, collect her bounty, and get a warm feeling for rescuing all those people.

It was easy work, slipping in, screwattacking over 90% of the guards and freezing the other 10%. It wasn’t long until she was in the bridge of the ship itself. Leveling her weapon in his vague direction, the Alien spoke a simple command.

“Everyone? Leave us. I’ll handle her.”

She could respect that, at least. Gets the innocents out of the way, lets her go as hard as she can on him, he was making her job easy. Not that she’d tell him - scum like him didn’t deserve it. The pirate captain rose from his chair, standing a bit shorter than Samus in her varia suit. The moment the doors locked behind them, every innocent out of the way, Samus raised her arm to fire.

And with shining, sharp canines, the crimson-skinned pirate spoke.

“Varia suit? Lock weapons: passcode Zagan.”

Click. Click, click, click.

Samus’s eyes went wide. That wasn’t possible! And when did she set her passcode to that? What did Zagan even mean?

And now the pirate was walking closer to her, an intimidating, toothy smile spread from ear to ear. Well, she may have been down her weapons, but she could still kick his ass! She started sprinting towards him, readying up a punch…

“Varia suit? Disassemble: passcode Zagan.”

She stumbled as her suit fell apart mid-step, Samus tripping onto the ground mere feet in front of him. The suit had protected her from those chemical pheromones she’d read about in her report, but now that she was outside of the suit…

She needed to leave. And she couldn’t leave without her Varia suit! Right, that’s right! So she just needed to turn around, away from him, and bend over to start picking up the pieces! Right! That’s the reason why she was bent over, putting her ass on display for the pirate… it made sense! Why else would she do that?

As her fingers fumbled with the armor on the ground, she heard a loud ziiiiip then felt something thick and massive rest atop her propped-up ass. A sudden, heart-breaking revelation went through her mind.

‘That cock is going to end my life as a bounty-hunter forever….’

Wait, cock? No, no, they were fighting! There’s no way his dick was on her right now. Right? That didn’t make any sense! But then, why could she see it in her mind so clearly?

The confusion between what it was that was on her right now was suddenly put to rest as she felt her zero-suit fade away at the crotch and she felt something push in. It was his dick!?

A loud, piercing moan left her as he pushed himself all the way in to the hilt in a single smooth motion, her body accepting the pirate eagerly. His massive balls slapped up against her clit, reminding Samus what a bad position she was in now as her arms wrapped around the Varia suit just to have something to grip onto.

“Zero suit? Begin biometrics scan. Query: Samus’s fertility.”

Her eyes went wide. How did he know how to activate the advanced features on her suit, and why was he asking that?

[Query return: Samus is currently ovulating. Subject fertility currently rated in the top 0.5%. Chance of fertilization - 99.7%, plus or minus 0.3%]

What!? Best case scenario she had a 99.4% chance of getting knocked up!? She needed to get out, but already she could feel her body getting tired from the assault, her ass going red from the fervent, relentless pounding she was receiving from behind. The tip of his massive cock pressed to her cervix time and time again, threatening to burst in…

“Come on Samus, you’re stronger than me, remember? This should be easy for you, even without the suit~”

Her mind was getting hazy already. She wanted him to remember?

“Remember what, you scum!? We’ve never met befo–”

She was cut off by her own scream of pleasure as he bursted into her cervix, his throbbing cock spilling thick precum inside of her. He was getting close! Close to winning!

Wait… winning?

…

[8 hours earlier]

…

“You’re an idiot.”

Samus cooly chided the Stycubus cuddled in behind her. Though she still disliked him for ending her career, it was hard for her to escape him, what with the enedless pleasure he provided. Still, it wouldn’t stop her from freely speaking her mind. Such as right now.

“Aamon. Let’s be clear on one thing. You only beat me because of that damn remote you had that was bugged into my suit. Without that I would’ve wiped the floor with you in an instant.”

Aamon was a demon of deals, and right now he saw so much opportunity. Smiling widely, he tapped her shoulder twice with a claw.

“Oh really then? Why don’t we make a bet, then… a rematch. You win, you can go free - I’ll even use my sizeable funds to help reestablish you as a legitimate bounty hunter again!”

A groan from her. It sounded too good to be true. Plus, there was the obvious question of what would happen if she lost.

“Stop joking. First off, how would we even have a fair rematch with–” she cupped her own massive breasts, heaving them up and down. She could barely walk with these things, let alone fight! “–these. Plus, I don’t have anything more to give you, so I don’t see what you’d get if you won.”

A small, short chuckle. Aamon shook his head twice.

“We’ll use the Pleasure Palace~ I’ll completely replace your memories. To you, it’ll be like we never met. You get a contract to take out some deep-space pirate who you will know, in advance, can use pheromones to get women weak. If you win you get that in real life, basically! But if I win…”

He smirked.

“…you will know you could never beat me~ As a matter of fact, I don’t think you realize it yet, but your body wants to lose to me!”

The ex-bounty hunter rolled her eyes. He was so damn full of himself. So, she barked out her answer.

“You’ve got a deal. Hope this place goes out of business once your top girl’s gone.”

…

[Back in the present]

…

Samus couldn’t understand why she couldn’t get away! She was struggling, moving her body, and he was barely doing anything - and yet she still stayed in the same spot!

Of course, the reason why was simple. To those watching from afar, the scene was quite different from how Samus imagined it in her mind. The moment she’d recognized the pirate as Aamon, her subconcious spurred her into action.

She was the one who disabled her own weapons

She was the one who dropped the varia suit.

She was the one who turned around and presented her dripping slit for the Demon to use.

And now, while they were on the ground, Aamon stood entirely still with a camera while Samus did all the work bouncing, twisting, and sliding down his cock in the doggy position - her memory-wiped mind convincing her that she was actually trying to escape. But, even without her memories, her body moved according to its wants, its desires, and its needs.

Aamon was twitching, and she responded with one last ditch effort to get away. Which, in the real world, was her leg-locking the Demon nice and tight while she came on him hard.

“N-no, get off of me…!”

And with that, the Demon atop her came, a lengthy and otherworldly orgasm filling her up beyond capacity as the Zero-suit chimed in.

[Fertilization confirmed. You have (1) fertilized egg. Congratulations!]

Gush after gush filled her…

[Fertilization confirmed. You have (2) fertilized eggs. Congratulations!]

Samus was still moving, still riding Aamon, try to drain every drop she could…

[Fertilization confirmed. You have (3) fertilized eggs. Congratulations!]

Still believing she was resisting in her mind, Samus’s body worked tirelessly to give her the most permanent, humiliating, and final conclusion to her life as a bounty hunter she possibly could.

[Fertilization confirmed. You have (4) fertilized eggs. Congratulations!]

Now all that remained was for Samus to wake up, and fully realize that not only would she never beat Aamon - her own body would not let her do anything but surrender to him.

[spidyboyholland]

The Boy Next Door-Tom Holland(chapter 7-sing me to sleep)

CHAPTER 1/CHAPTER 2/CHAPTER 3/CHAPTER 4/CHAPTER 5/CHAPTER 6/CHAPTER 7

pairing: tom holland x female reader

summary: you find out things about tom, now its time to talk to him about it, will he be honest?

warnings: swearing, sexual content, and possibly drugs/alcohol

You didnʻt want to believe all the stuff Harrison said, but it isnʻt like Tom was giving you a lot to believe otherwise. You knew you had to talk to Tom about it later today, which you were dreading.

It broke your heart to think that all the time you spent with him was just some game to him. Moving was hard enough, then the one good thing you had here was being ripped away. Well, one of the two good things you had here. Yes, Tom was drifting out of the picture, but you still had Haz.

The first thing that came into your mind after you talked to Harrison was that he could be lying. You found yourself trying to find excuses for Tom, none that could be logically right. A stupid idea that came into your head was that Harrison was just jealous, but he couldnʻt be, he didnʻt like you like that. It wasnʻt like that with him.

The last two classes of the day seemed to go by pretty quickly, and you got an A on your astronomy test so you felt pretty acomplished. But still dreading talking to Tom.

Tom was planning on driving you home so you planned on talking to him then. The plan was simple, ask him if he was using you, and hope for the truth. The only problem was, you didnʻt know what the truth was.

As you were walking down the halls you just kept re-running all the different scenarioʻs that could go down when you talk to Tom. Not even paying attention, you smash hard into someone and fall to the ground.

“I am so sorry!” You say as you gather your books from the ground

The person you ran into you hands you the other book you dropped and you looked up to see a really handsome boy with blonde hair and brown eyes, wearing the same varsity jacket that Noah wears. You recognize him as someone who hangs around Noah sometimes.

“Donʻt worry about it.” He says as he helps you up. “Im Hunter by the way.”

“Y/n.” you say as you shake his hand

“Iʻve seen you around. With Tom and all...”

“Yea... we are friends.” You say reluctantly

“Cool... cool... Tom is cool I mean. I hang out with him sometimes when he comes over to Noahʻs.”

“Yea heʻs uh... cool.”

“Okay well my ride is here so I gotta go, but it was a pleasure meeting you y/n!” Hunter says as he walks away smiling

“Bye!” You call out after heʻs turned around.

You walk out the doors to see Tom waiting in his car for you in the parking lot.

Here goes nothing.

“Hey Tom.” You say as you get in his car

“Hey! How was your day? I didnʻt see you like at all today” He says as he starts the car and starts to back out of his parking spot

“Yea uh... It was good.”

You were trying your best to say something, anything. You couldnʻt bring yourself to ask him. It felt like an awful ball of anxiety was pilled up in your chest, wanting to get out, but unable to.

His warm hand was holding yours as he drove. A part of you didnʻt want to say anything. A part of you wouldnʻt mind being used by Tom. But that part of you was a dumb naive girl.

He finally pulled up to your house. It was now or never.

“See you later tonight love?” Tom sweetly asked with a glimmer in his eyes

“Actually Tom we need to talk.” You could feel your heart start beating out of your chest.

“Sure darling. Whatʻs up?” He says as he puts the car in park

“Are you using me?” You blurt out. You didnʻt know how to slowly ease into it so you just went full on questioning.

“What?” He looked surprised and taken aback by what you had just said, though surely you were not the first girl accusing him of this

“Like... are you using me to get back with Laila or something? And be honest. I donʻt care if you say yes but I donʻt want you to lie.”

Tom took a second to breathe, then he answered

“Do you want me to say yes? Yes Y/N I am using you? Is that what you want to hear?” Tom asked seeming to get angry

“What the fuck no! Of course I donʻt want you to tell me that but I also donʻt want you to be a fucking liar. So are you? Are you using me?!”

“No! I... well... maybe in the start I was. When I first met you. But can you blame me? I gorgeous girl moves next door, as I was in the midst of a breakup? At the party I had the intentions of just hooking up. But then, as the night went on, I started changing my mind. You probably donʻt remember a lot from that night but I remember it all. Every single cute fucking thing you said and did. The drunken but deep talks we had that night. I had more fun with you in an hour than I had with Laila all year. “

“You told me that you and Laila had been done for months... you lied.”

“Im so sorry y/n. I didnʻt mean to. We had been officially done for months, but we had been hooking up on and off”

“So is this what that is? Another hookup attempt?” You say with some tears welling in your eyes

“Y/N I want you. But I donʻt just want to hook up and then go. In fact I would be fine if we didnʻt do anything ever, but talk. Because I canʻt get enough of you love. You are extraordinary. You are so funny without even trying. Talking to you is so easy even though I get a million butterflies every time I see you. I fucked up when I first met you. But I didnʻt know you. But I want to know you. I want to know what youʻre favorite movie is. Hell, I even want to know what youʻre favorite playlist is. I want to know everything about you and more. I have never felt this way about any girl ever. “

You were speechless. You didnʻt know how to respond to that. So you didʻnt. You just kissed him.

The kiss was soft but filled with released tension. That kiss felt like a breath of relief. Tom slowly pulled away and rested his forehead on yours.

“Listen y/n, I used to be a shitty guy. But I want to be better. Im going to be better.” He said in a whisper in your ear

You kissed him again on the cheek.

“Want to come inside for bit?” You asked

“Iʻd love to” He said smiling as he followed you into the house

Luckily your Mom was still at work so you and Tom had the house to yourself.

You led Tom upstairs into your room and he smiled.

“The last time I was in your room, you were black out drunk” He laughed

“Yea yea, be quiet” You said as you threw your backpack on the ground “Wanna watch a movie?” You asked while taking your laptop off your night stand

“Yea lets do it” Tom said as he plopped down on your bed next to you

After 15 minutes of going back and forth with Tom you finally convinced him to watch American Horror Story, one of your favorite shows.

“Y/N if I die of a heart attack just know it was totally your fault!” He laughed as he put his muscular arm around you

“Oh shut up ya big baby”

You and Tom were only two episodes in when you started getting sleepy. It was hard not to fall asleep. You were laying on Tomʻs chest and his soft breathing was causing his chest to slowly rise and fall, which was extremely calming. Not to mention he was extremely warm.

“Love?” You heard Tom softly whisper in your ear as he pulled your hair behind your ear

“Mhm?” You asked with you eyes still closed

“You are falling asleep.” He said as he stroked your hair

“No, no... Im... Im awake...”You said still drifting in and out of sleep

Tom gently flipped you over so that you were facing him and placed a soft kiss on your lips, which woke you up. You kissed him back, a little faster and rougher this time. Tom placed one hand on your head and one on your back as you continued to kiss him. Tom has perfected the art of kissing. He was so perfectly gentle when he needed to be, but this was not one of those times. This time, he used his rougher side to pull you closer into him, all at the same time keeping in perfect sync with your lips.

It seemed like the perfect moment. Tom holding you so close. Time was melting away. The minutes were quickly reduced to seconds, but all you wanted was to stay exactly how you were.

You pulled away from the kiss to lay on Toms chest again. His hands ran through your hair after putting one more kiss on your forehead before you drifted asleep.

You woke up later with Tom gone, and it was dark now. A suddle smile came to your face as you remembered what you fell asleep too. Almost seeming like a dream now. You check your phone to see 3 missed texts. You read the first one from Tom,

“I had homework and stuff to do at home but sleep well my angel <3”

Tom wasnʻt perfect, but you trusted him, and he made you feel safe, but most importantly, happy.

You looked back down at your phone to see 2 missed texts from Harrison saying,

“How did it go with Tom??” “Y/N?”

A part of you felt guilty for staying with Tom, going completely against Harrisons warnings about him. But you felt even worse for thinking that Harrison lied just because he was jealous. Tom admitted that what Harrison said was true, he did use girls in the past, but he said he wouldnʻt anymore, which was enough for you. You felt like you had betrayed Harrison by staying with Tom. You texted Harrison back saying,

“Hey can you come over?”

He almost immediately responded, texting back,

“On my way.”

While you were waiting for Harrison to come over you changed from your school clothes to shorts and a hoodie. You were thinking about taking a shower but the doorbell rang in short minutes after you had texted him.

You ran downstairs to open the door and sure enough, Harrison was there.

“Hey, come in” You said gesturing him in

“Are you okay? What happened with Tom?”

You sat Harrison down on the couch, still feeling bad about having to tell him that you didnʻt break things off.

“I talked to Tom in the car on the way home...”

“And? What did he say? Was he upset?” Harrison asked eagerly

“Well, I asked him if he was using me, and he said in the start he was, but not anymore. And I know, I know this sounds bad Harrison but I couldnʻt just say no after all the things he said to me. It didnʻt sound like some bullshit he made up on the spot. It sounded real, and genuine. And Harrison he is your best friend, so you know he is a good guy deep down.”

Harrison took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair. He was almost impossible to read.

“I just... I donʻt want you getting hurt...” He said looking out the window

“I know Harrison. I wonʻt. You donʻt have to worry. “ You say as you lean into hug him.

He wraps his muscular arms around you. He is warm too, just like Tom. You can smell his cologne, which smells a bit stronger than Toms, but not in a bad way. The hug lingers for a second before Harrison pulls away.

Harrison looks at you with mixed signals in his eyes. You canʻt tell if its the look of frustration, pain, or lust.

authors note: I hope you guys liked this one, still just getting back into writing after my long break so it isnʻt perfect, but I am going to continue this series and I might also start a new one that is based on peter parker instead of tom holland! Let me know if you guys would like that :) thanks <3

taglist- @casualprincess77​ @mysticaleggshoagieopera​

[theharlequinwriter]

He’s Just like you.

Summary :  you and sam have a bad fight causing you to leave not knowing your pregnant and its a couple years later

Word count : 2,720

triggers: swearing.

“Dean wheres sam”

I stood on my tip toes looking over deans shoulder looking for my tall boyfriend sam.

“He took of with that demon bitch”

I gritted my teeth.

“Ruby”             I hated her more than anything , I knew that she was lying to us about helping dean outta going to hell but of course we couldn’t took a damn angel to save him. I hated how much sam trusted her , I feel like he would chose her over me , so I avoided the question during fights. I sat back on the couch grabbing my food from the brown bag dean had.

“You okay y/n?”

“Im fine why?”

“You seem upset lately maybe a little bitchy”

I pushed deans arm , taking a bite of my burger. We sat watching movies until at least midnight when sam finally came back in the door. Dean and I both turned now looking at sam who stood there as if he had just gotten off work.

“Where were you sam?”

“With ruby babe”

He walked by grabbing his salad pecking me on the cheek. I heard more footsteps and in walks in the demon herself ruby.

“Why the hell are you here demon bitch”

“Watch you’re tone with me hunter skank”

I walked around the couch coming face to face with ruby.

“Lets go bitch”

I pushed her back , sam came grabbing my hand leading me to the kitchen.

“What the hell y/n”

“Really sam”

“What?”

“You brought her here knowing how I feel about her”

“Shes helping me”

“I can help you sam”

“Not like she can”

“Are you sleeping with the bitch or something”

“What no”

“Then what the hell sam , why am I getting the 3rd degree here”

“Shes helping me y/n more than you or dean ever could”

“Wow sam I stayed with you even after dean went to hell ,I stayed when I found out you’re a demon blood junkie , I stayed even when she came”                                                       “No one asked you too y/n”

His hands now clenching into fist.

“I didnt ask you to stay , you did that all on your own”

“What was I gonna do sam , let you go y2k on everyone and everything?”

“I dont know y/n but it would of been easier if you just left”

“Really why so you could fuck her without feeling guilty after , oh im sorry I mean "helping” you"  

“Actually you know what y/n yes okay yes im fucking ruby ,ya happy now , wanna know why? Cause she doesnt bitch all the time , she doesnt need me to protect her , id rather her have my back at least I can depend on her”

“SAM!”

dean yelled stepping between us.

I felt my heart shatter In pieces, I felt tears forming , I didnt want him to see me cry.

I walked away still hearing him yell at dean about how ruby is better for him than me , how maybe I should just go. I went to our room grabbing everything I could , smashing pictures as I walked around the room.

“Okay  sam , hope your happy”

I walked away grabbing my bag and a little money. I gave dean a hug then I walked out the door not looking back.

I finally got to a cheap hotel where I got a single bed for the weekend. I walked inside falling onto the bed tears falling down my face. How could he say that. I took a shower , getting out my phone had a text from dean.

-hey y/n think it finally hit sam your not coming back , he might try call ya Ill let you know if he does anything stupid and dont worry about ruby ill gank her soon-

I didn’t reply i want sam to worry to realize im not going back.

Its been two months since I left, i decided I need to get a apartment in a little town where supernatural things didn’t occur.  I went into the little market buying some food and shampoo oh and pregnancy test.

I got home taking the test , it came back positive only one guy could be the father.

Sam.

I havent slept with anyone else or even looked at another guy I still loved sam.                    

*TWO YEARS LATER*

“Mommy , mommy look”

I got down on knees taking the drawing out of ethans hand.

My son ethan looks just like his father , he has his eyes and hair , his laugh , smile. He makes me miss sam everyday.

“Thats amazing baby , what is it”

Looking at the drawings it was a very tall person with a cape and what look like dogs.

“Its daddy , you said hes saving people from devil dogs , silly mommy”

I put it on the frige placing him in his seat. I gave him his lunch , he always wanted to know about sam ever since he had a play date with a kid who had both his parents. I told him sam was off saving the world from monsters like ghost and devil dogs. He always asked if his daddy was coming home or will he ever see him.

He was so smart for a child his age. After lunch I asked if he wanted to go to the park to play and feed the ducks.

We got in the car buckling ethan into his seat. When got to the park , ethan took off for the swings. I sat on a bench close enough to see but not so close I can’t see my surroundings. Im still a hunter  after all. Ethan was playing tag with some of his friends when another mom came and sat next to me.

“Hey y/n , how are you”

“Im fine susan ,how are you”

“Honestly a little shook up , some fbi agents came to the house asking about murders”

“Creepy”

“Oh my thats them”

She pointed her finger over at two men in suits , walking twords us. I brushed my hair into my face , I turned to her but she was already gone. As they got closer I could hear them banter back and forth.

“Excuse me miss may we ask you some questions”

I sat up looking up at the man who spoke.

“Hi sam”

His jaw dropped as I spoke to him , I flashed a smile , I jumped up hugging dean before reaching out offering sam a hug. He pulled me in hugging me tightly his hands rested on my lower back. I pulled away still having the smell of him fill my nose

“So what’s going on , I havent heard about any murders”

Dean spoke when sam just stood  there with a big smile across his face.

“Happend in the 80’s thinking its a wendigo who went quite”

“You guys still gotta gank it nice or not a monsters a monster right”

“Right”

Dean winked at me before sam cut in.

“So uhh whats new”

“A little this , a litte that”

I didnt tell him about ethan, I didnt need a absent father in his life Sam kept glancing at the ground then back at me.

“We ganked ruby”

“Oh im sorry ”

“Im not ,she was tricking me”

“Oh well cant trust anyone I guess”

“Ive missed you y/n”

“I miss you too sam”

His smile grew bigger.

“Maybe we can get a drink tonight and talk”

“I can’t im sorry”

“Oh you got a boyfriend or something?”

“No ”

Dean now trying to help his brother spoke now giving me his best charm.

“Why dont the three of us go get a drink and talk about getting the band back together”

“Id love to you guys but I cant”

Sam was about to protest when ethan came running from the playground.

“Mommy , mommy I caught a bug”

I picked him up sitting him on my hip.

“Let me see”

He opend his hand showing a dead cricket"

“Its dead hun”

“I know silly mommy , it was scaring lisa so I saved her , like how daddy saved you from monsters”

I kissed his cheek putting him back down , crouching down I grabbed his hand.

“Go say bye we gotta go home”

He smiled running off to say bye, I stood up sam and dean both wide eyed and speechless.  I waved my hand in front of sams face making him snap out of his trance.

“You have a a a a son?”

“Yea his names ethan”

Sam stayed speachless watching ethan run back to us.

Ethan stood by my side , gripping my pant leg tightly. Sam crouched down pulling out his fake fbi badge.

“Hi im sam”

Ethan grabbed his badge.

“Im ethan”

“Tell him your full name ethan”

ethan tucked his head into my leg before looking back at sam smiling.

“My name is Ethan Samuel Winchester”

Sams head shot up looking at me, he stood up trying to figure out what to say.                                        

“Ethan hunny dont forget your toy”

He ran back to the swings where his toy dragon sat in the sand. Sam finally spoke.

“Is he mine?”

“Yes sam , hes your son”

“When did you find out"                    

"Maybe a month and a half after I left”

“Why didnt you call?”

“Didnt think you would care”

I could see tears filling up his eyes. Ethan walked over , picking him up I gave sam and dean quick hugs before walking to my car , shaky and on the verge of tears.

*sams pov*

Dean and I just killed off the 90 year old wendigo. Dean decided we had a crazy day so the bar was the perfect place to go. We sat down at a table near the back , dean ordered 6 shots of whiskey , 3 for each , and two beers one for each. As we drank my mind kept snapping back to y/n and our son.

“Sammy?”

I snapped out of my day dream to dean cheersing me with his shot.

“So you’re a daddy sam”

“Im not a dad im just the biological father , I wasnt there for anything”

Dean downed his other two shots , so did I. He raised he hand asking for 3

More rounds. We were in the middle of our 3 or was it 5th round with jack when I finally yelled.

“Why the fuck didnt she call me dean? Ya know just be like oh hey sam im pregnant with your child just fyi or a text something”

“You told her to go sam , told her you wanted ruby , that you were cheating on her with ruby , that you wished she left , you made her feel worthless , unloved , unwanted , you were so jacked up on demon blood you didnt care when she walked out the door”

I buried my face in my hands , dean was right , it was my fault she never came back or called , I dont blame her for hiding him from me.

Dean cleared his throat.

“She clearly tells the kid about you”

I looked up at him , feeling tears build behind my eyelids.

“What?”

“She tells the kid about you I mean you didnt hear him say he saved the girl from the bug like his daddy saved her”

My heart beat hard agianst my chest. I had to see her ,tell her everything. I stood up but dean pushed me back into my seat.

“2 more rounds”

After we drank I felt the room spinning , my thoughts jumbled between y/n and ethan , and more alcohol. I walked outside feeling the cold air hit my face.

“Cas!”

I yelled when I heard the sound of wings I turned to see 3 cas’s , he spoke but I couldn’t hear him.

“T-t-t take me to y/n”

Next thing I knew I was infront of a little white house.

*y/n pov*

*BANG BANG*

I ran to the door , it was 2 am who the hell is banging at my door this late. I opened the door to find a very drunk , very sad sam.

“Sam?”

He smiled pulling me to his chest.

“Y/n!!”

I took him inside sitting him on the couch handing him a water bottle.

“Sam what are you doing here?”

“This right here ”

He patted his hands on the couch.

“Is where im meant to be”

“Sam please dont”

“Please just listen”

I sat next to him making sure we didnt touch.

“Y/n im so sorry for how I acted , for what I s s s said , ruby was a lying bitch just l l like you said. She tricked me into horrible things I never had sex with her , I never even looked at her like that , I was so junked up on demon blood that I didnt see that you were what I needed , w w what I need baby.”

I saw tears falling from his eyes now when he spoke.

“Baby you are my world , and we have a son ,  , I dont blame you for keeping him from me, but I I can’t , wont miss anymore of his life or yours , I need you back y/n , im so sorry so so so sorry”

He was now full on crying , I could tell dean had gotten him drunk so he could say how he felt. He looked back at me , his eyes blood shot and his     breath smelling of whiskey.

“He has your eyes sam”

“Really?”

“Yeah , he is just like you more and more everyday”

I felt tears falling down my face.

“Sam you can come back but you have to be here , I wont let you hurt ethan”

“I wont ever hurt eaither of you”

His hands grabbed mine pulling me to him so now I was sitting on his lap facing him. He put one of his hands on my lower back while the other rested on my cheek. He closed the gap between us his lips gently touching mine. I kissed back running my hands through his hair making the kiss deeper.

“Ive missed you so much sam”

I helped him upstairs ,letting him sleep in my bed. As I layed next to him , he wrapped his hands around my waist pulling me into his spooning me.

“Does ethan know about me?”

“Yeah he knows you and dean hunting   monsters like ghost and demons but he thinks your a superhero”

I heard his laugh as we fell asleep. I woke up before sam untangling myself from him. I walked downstairs where ethan sat watching his morning cartoons. I called him over to the kitchen sitting him in his chair I went to the frige grabbing things for pancakes.

“Mommy what’s wrong?”

Ethan looked at me smiling

“Nothing baby”

I walked away from my mixing bowl picking ethan up sitting him on my hip. Grabbing my wallet I took the picture of me sam and dean out handing it to him.

“That right there is your uncle dean , hes really brave and the tall guy thats your daddy sam he’s my hero”

Ethan smiled holding the picture, I walked into the kitchen sitting him down on the floor. I heard steps coming from upstairs.

“Ethan hun I have a surprise for you”

His head snapped up looking at me with wonder.

“What is it mommy?”

“I want you to look at that picture real close”

As he squinted his eyes , sam came down standing at the walk way into the kitchen.

“Now ethan look up”

Ethan looked up from the picture , as his eyes met sam , the biggest smile formed across his face.

“DADDY!!!”

he ran over grabbing sams legs as sam picked him up.

“Daddy your back!”

Sam hugged him tears falling down his face.  His eyes locked onto mine.

“Daddys home now ethan”

After breakfast dean came over so ethan could know his family. As sam and I did dishes his hands grabbed my hips spining me around so now I was face to face with him.

“Y/n I wanna be a family”

“We are sam”

“I wanna make it offical”

He reached into his pocket pulling out a ring.

“I know its not much but will you marry me ?”

“Yes sam oh my lord yes”

He kissed me , my hands tangled in jis hair as we parted I could hear ethan and dean.

“Ew mommy and daddy are kissing”

“I know right gross”

I smiled at sam , knowing he will always be there for ethan and I

[beckmorchaud-blog]

Huntress, Chapter Four: Laugh, I Nearly Died

Warnings: Injury, Medicalized, loss of consciousness, jealousy

   My head was pounding, throbbing like I’d had a barrel of Maker’s Mark entirely to myself. I tried to open my eyes, but as the shifting blue and green above me swirled making no discernable shapes, I regretted it and closed them tight again.    “Susanne!” I heard Dean’s gravelly voice in my ear. As I came into my own head, I listened to the cry of sirens beckoning closer and felt Dean’s hand in mine. I groaned and tried to move, but a massive hand pushed me back.    “Don’t move,” his voice told me, “you’re bleeding. Jesus Christ, what the hell happened?”

   “It’s part of it,” I groaned, trying again to open my eyes. I had more luck this time, as his face came into my peripheral vision and I rolled my eyes in his direction. I had to close them again as the movement had caused the world to fuzz out again. The sirens came closer until the sound of them was splitting my head. I felt Dean rifling through my pockets, and I knew he was confiscating my badge. It wouldn’t do to have the medical staff alert the FBI to an injured agent that didn’t actually exist. I squeezed his hand in thanks. I heard the sharp crack of two slamming car doors and then the softer click and clank of a third opening.    “What do we have here?” a new voice, one I didn’t recognize came from somewhere behind Dean. 

   “My wife,” Dean said, and my breath caught in my throat for a second. My heart hammered in my chest at the sound of those two words. To be honest, it pissed me off more than thrilled me, as the pounding in my chest set off a worse than ever pounding in my head. Rationally, somewhere, I knew that this lie had multiple facets, the first of which is his ability to stay with me, the second being our current relationship didn’t exactly lend itself well to believability that we were siblings.  I groaned as he continued. “Something happened to her car when we went to get back in… it took off, and she had to jump,”    I could hear a low whistle from a third unknown before the next guy spoke.    “Looks like it!” the guy said. I heard the sound of thin wheels on the pavement as the first EMT began a field exam, starting at my feet, “Looks like the car’s a total loss-”    “WHAT!” I exclaimed, and my head jerked up- the pain in my neck and head was excruciating, and within seconds, the whole world had fallen black again.

   “Mrs. Mossberg?” a voice in my ear said. It sounded like a recording with the reverb turned way up high, “Are you awake, Mrs. Mossberg?”    “Susanne,” Dean’s voice crooned on the other side of me- I groaned.    “Welcome back, Mrs. Mossberg,” the first voice said. I opened my eyes and saw Dean. I blinked rapidly.    “What happened?” I asked the room at large.    “You were in quite the car wreck,” the female voice said. I turned my head slowly to my right and saw a tall brunette nurse in a ponytail and purple scrubs standing opposite Dean. She was studiously checking the flow rate on the IV leading to my right arm. She pressed a button on the wall and moments later a blond woman in a white coat walked in.    “Glad you could join us!” the blond said cheerily in a thick southern accent, “I’m going to ask you a few questions, is that alright?”    “Yea,” I said. I was lying in an adjustable hospital bed in a single room with yellow accents. There were no flowers or adornments except a framed watercolor directly under a television anchored on a metal arm and fastened to the wall. I looked at Dean.    “What’s your name?”    “Susanne,” I said, pausing and trying to remember the last name the nurse had used, “Susanne Mossberg,” I remembered.    “And where are you, Mrs. Mossberg?”    “Hospital,” I said.    “Where?”    “New Orleans, Louisiana,” I said.    “Who is the man sitting beside you?” she asked. I paused before answering, and Dean nodded imperceptibly, very carefully pressing his left ring finger into my palm and touching mine with his thumb. There were rings on each of our hands.    “My husband,” I said with a soft smile. Dean returned it.    “What’s his name?”    “Dean Mossberg.”    “Do you know what today is?”    “Tuesday?” I asked, and Dean chuckled and answered for me.    “We’ve been on an extended vacation for some time, Dr. Runyan. Keeping track of the date has never been Badger’s strong suit.” I stuck my tongue out at him.    “So what’s the damage, Doc?” he asked her, squeezing my hand.    “Your wife has a broken right wrist, and her clavicle is fractured. She has a hairline skull fracture along her forehead and a bruised cheekbone from her collision with the pavement,” the Doctor kept listing things, “She’ll need to stay overnight at least, though I’d prefer two nights on the safe side.”    “Whatever she needs,” he said with a firm nod.    “What happened to my car?” I asked him.    “We had heard you were pretty…” the nurse paused, looking bemused, “irate… when the EMTs mentioned it,”    “What happened to my car?” I repeated slowly, a bit menacingly.    “It’s a total loss, Badge,” he said. I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut.    “Motherfucking son of a bitch,” I ranted. Both nurse and doctor took this as their cue and left the room, “What the fucking fuck am I supposed to do now?”    “Badger, you’ve got a crack in your cantaloupe, take it easy.”    “Fuck that, I’m dead in the water,” I grumbled loudly.    “You’re not the only person with a car,”    “You mean the only person without one? Maybe not, but I’m probably the only hunter relegated to fucking public transportation,” I snapped.    “You can come with me,” he said quietly.    I stared at him, my face still hot with frustration and anger- I had no words to respond to his invitation with.    “I’m not sure that’s the best idea,” I responded after a long time. His face became a mask, hard in every facet but I strove on, wanting to explain, “I like what we have had going the last couple of day,” I explained, “And I don’t want to ruin it by having us all up in each other’s grills 24 hours a day, 7 days a week for god only knows how long,” Dean’s features softened as quickly as they had turned to stone.    “I’m supposed to be proving it, aren’t I?” he asked. He pulled my left arm, uninjured except some bandaged road rash, up to his lips and kissed my hand. “This is me proving it. I want you riding shotgun with me,” he said with a smile. I smiled back, but it hurt, and I winced.    “Cheekbone,” I muttered, squeezing his hand to reassure him I was alright. He frowned and I resisted offering him a small smile.    “What happened back there, Badger?” he asked softly, kissing the back of my hand again. It seemed that this was the only part of me he was allowing himself to smack- it occurred to me that perhaps I looked worse than I had thought.    “It was part of this,” I said, “The case,” I explained. “I no more than turned the car on and it shifted into drive,”    “Did the gas peddle move on its own?” he asked.    I nodded.    “It was like there was a heavy foot on it- flooring it,”    “It’s goddamn lucky you were able to get the door open… Cops said it was locked when they arrived on the scene,”    “It jams,” I explained, “it can be locked but not closed all the way,”    “Your car was a piece of shit, Badger,” he said, making an attempt at humor,    “Maybe,” I conceded, my voice low, “But it was mine.”    Dean hushed me, and carefully leaned over me planting soft lips against my forehead as the tears came, swollen and fat under my eyes. His used his thumb, gently wiping the tears from my face, his caress like velvet as it avoided my injuries. I took a deep breath and looked down at myself, assessing the casualties. I could feel the uncomfortable sensation of medical tape against the skin on the left side of my body where Dean was sitting. A dull white air cast covered my right arm from the fold in my palm to my elbow, and my right shoulder felt like it was on fire every time I moved it. It was my right cheekbone that was bruised, I could feel, and from the hard sound of paper, I had a few lacerations on my scalp near where my skull had fractured on that side as well.    I let out a low breath and closed my eyes.    “Need more juice?” he asked.    “Water,” I corrected. He grabbed a cup off the table behind him and filled it from the bright plastic pitcher there. He smiled.    “How about Pain meds?” he asked, bringing the paper cup to my lips for me to sip, and I realized that was what he had meant from the beginning. I nodded slowly and placed a hand on his once again.    Dean paged the nurse with the button on the wall, and my medication was increased with a shot into my IV. Dean watched absently, his face a mask of thought until she left.    “I need to go gank whatever the fuck did this to you,” he said, his voice low and graveled. There was anger buried in it, that was certain, but also a need.    “Stay with me,” I requested. I was ashamed of the whine creeping into my voice.    “Badge, you’re not the only one getting hurt if I don’t do something about this freak,” he reminded me, a bit stiffly.    “I need my stuff,” I whined outright then, “And I’m all alone.”    Dean sighed and considered, passing one hand gently through my hair, looking down at me.    “I’ll bring you your laptop and a few changes of clothes,” he said, “Might as well ditch the hotel room, given the timeline the Doc gave us,” I groaned and shook my head.    “I’ll keep it. I’m going to need somewhere that isn’t the bench seat of your Impala to recover when they’re satisfied I’m not going to croak right away.” I told him. He chuckled a bit and leaned down, pressing gentle lips to my forehead. I yawned and grimaced as a sharp pain lit through my face.    “Get some rest, Sweetheart,” he said. He turned out the lights as he left my hospital room and I closed my eyes.    I drifted in and out of sleep for what seemed like hours. My dreams were disturbed, dark shadows crossing my path through a heavily wooded forest. I was running in the dream, all-out sprinting and branches were whipping across my face. Each time a dark shadow crossed my path, I’d change course, take an alternate route, but each time I did, the destination seemed to be the same. A figure in the distance, running toward me. I dodged the next shadow, and there was the figure, still growing closer.    I jerked awake and looked around the room. The light outside the window to my room had faded and changed first from the white light of noon to the dark orange whispers of late afternoon. The room was empty, the lights turned off. I looked around at the sparse and medicinal fixtures and saw my duffle sitting on the bench window seat on my right, zipped tight. My laptop and cell phone were sitting on rotating table stand on my left. Dean had been back and had left again while I was sleeping. I groaned and straightened up in bed. Every movement hurt my right shoulder but It also hurt to lie down, and I had been doing that for quite some time.    I picked up my cell phone, flipping it open and calling Dean with three presses of the On Button.    “Mossberg,” he answered.    “Hello, Sweetheart,” I crooned into the phone, forcing down a painful smile.    “Ahh,” his mouth moved away from the phone, “I apologize, Mr. Lender, it’s my wife,” he said, pausing, “How are you feeling?” he asked.    “A bit better. The pain meds are delicious,”    “Good,” he said, “I’m glad… Listen, I’m just wrapping up here, I’ll be there shortly, alright?”    “Mhm,” I hummed, “I will see you soon then, Mister Mossberg,” I teased.    “See you then, Sweetheart,” he said, the call disconnected.    I wondered absently if he was genuinely wrapping up, or if he was just wrapping up this particular interview. I opened my laptop and surfed onto a few different websites, looking into lore surrounding the type of magic we were seeing. It was a bit arduous work,  but I knew that I ought to get used to it- I was likely to spend the next 6-8 weeks on research duty until my wrist, and noggin healed enough to cut the cast off- there would undoubtedly have to be one or I was unlikely to be able to hit the hunt again ever with a bum wrist. My eyes began to hurt much sooner than they usually would from screen strain, and I could only attribute it to the break in my face.    When the doctor came in, all legs and blond hair, I shut my computer quickly.    “How are we feeling this afternoon, Mrs. Mossberg?” she asked me.    “Fine as can be expected,” I sighed. I checked the time on my phone and then tucked it under my leg for safe keeping.    “Well that’s good,” she said with a small chuckle, running her eyes over the clipboard attached to the foot of my bed, “We’re going to have to put a more permanent cast on your wrist this afternoon,” she said, almost apologetic.    I moved my mouth in a facsimile of a smile, too afraid to offer something real with consideration of the pain.    “That’s cool,” I told her, straightening up a bit more in bed.    It occurred to me as she and a nurse prepared their tools for putting me in a cast how much I really didn’t want Dean to arrive while they were setting my wrist. It was a desire that had little to do with the amount of pain I knew was coming, even as the nurse injected something for it into my IV line; It had everything to do with the attractive women. I couldn’t fault him for looking, but flirting with them would set this whole thing back, and I was sure he wouldn’t be able to resist. Of course, he had been in the room with them when I had woken up, but even a dog like Dean Winchester was capable of self-restraint when there was an injured friend in front of him. I closed my eyes and looked away from my arm as they moved it around, as gently as possible, but still, I was forced to suck in a deep breath more than once, and on at least two occasions while they worked, I swore loudly. It was the second time I cussed that Dean felt the need to arrive. “Mother Fucker!” I exclaimed. “Didn’t know a little wrist problem could work you up so much,” Dean commented from the doorway. I opened my eyes and looked at him acidly. He was resplendent in his black on white monkey suit, the fabric of his shirt going tight across his shoulders and his suit pants tighter, I was sure than most actual law enforcement officials dared wear them. “Shut your hole, Wi-Wimp.” I snarled. The words lost their effect as I caught myself about to call him Winchester and stuttered over the insult I replaced it with. He raised an eyebrow at me and crossed the room in three quick strides, coming to the side of my bed. I pressed my teeth together, waiting for him to speak to the medical team, to flirt with them. “Wimp, huh?” he said, smiling softly at me. His hand came up and began to smooth my hair above my forehead, “You’re going to have a wicked case of bedhead, Badge,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “Not before I take another involuntary snooze,” I said, glancing at my arm. They had it splinted now, and the nurse was holding it by the split, 90 degrees to my bicep. “Could we get her some more pain meds?” he asked, glancing at the doctor. “Unfortunately your wife is maxed out for the moment,” the tall blond replied. Dean grimaced for a moment and looked back at me, “Turns out you’re the wimp,” he teased. He leaned down carefully and kissed my forehead. “My ass,” I growled. He laughed, “How’d you make out?” I asked, trying to distract myself from the odd sensations and pain in my opposite arm. “It’s wrapped,” he told me. I furrowed my brow, confused, then winced and glanced at my arm. Surely that’s what he was referring to- there was no way he had been able to wrap the case in 6 hours. “Our second’s teenage daughter needed more attention from Daddy than she was getting,” he explained. I raised my eyebrows now. “So we’re all set?” I asked, still surprised. “On with our vacation,” he said, glancing again at the medical staff. “Well there’s that at least,” I said, smiling softly. I tried to communicate with my face that I would need a lot more details than he was able to provide to civilians so close by. He seemed to have gotten the message because he nodded slowly. Dean pulled a chair from the side of my bed closer in and collapsed into it with a huff. He pulled my right hand into his and kissed the back of it. “How long have you two been married?” the nurse asked. I glanced in her direction and nearly spat when I saw her face. Nurse Betty seemed to have a thing for Dean- it was etched into her face and seemed to ooze out. I glared at her, my lip curling back from my teeth. She caught sight of me and turned away, turning a cherry-like color. “Newlyweds,” Dean said. I glanced back at him, ready to give him a world of shit, but he only looked confused. It took a long while, but I realized his eyes had never left my face. He had no idea what I was snarling about. “Well congratulations,” the nurse mumbled. “Thank you,” Dean and I replied together. He chuckled and kissed my hand again. The medical staff finished with me and told me I would need more rest. The Nurse hung back for a moment. “Mr. Mossberg, we can set up a cot in here for you if you like,” “I’m guessing crawling in with Susanne would be against policy?” he asked her, looking at me to her. “Unfortunately, yes,” the nurse said, and that deep almost burgundy color returned to her face once again. “Well, if you’ve gotta,” he said, “but I’m not making any promises.” he flashed her his most winning smirk, and I felt my nostrils flare as my teeth sunk into each other. The nurse turned and left, and his eyes fell back on me.    “What’s wrong now?” he asked, his voice low as the door was still open.    “Nothing.” I ground out.    “Hangry?” he asked, pulling the tray of food that had been left while I was napping closer to my bedside.    “No,” I said firmly.    “Then what?”    “It’s stupid,” I said. I hadn’t known the admission was going to come out until it did and blushed, surprising myself, “I’m jealous,” I told him.    “Of Who?” he asked me, his head pulling back in confusion.    “Nurse Big-Boobs,” I grumbled. He laughed.    “Badge, her chest is smaller than yours,” I glanced down at my breasts, beneath my hospital gown.    “Nut uh,” I said, furrowing my brow.    “Yes huh,” he countered. He stood slowly and leaned cautiously over me so that his face hovered just above mine. I pulled my good hand up and cupped the side of his face. He moved slowly, almost too slowly to bear as he brought his face down  and pressed his lips gently against mine, “Doesn’t matter anyway,” he whispered, “I’m taken.”    “Oh are you?” I asked, breathily. He kissed me again.    “Yup,” he said simply and his lips touched mine for a fraction of a second, “And I can’t wait to bring my girl home and show her,”    I felt a heat rising in my belly and took in a long slow breath.    “Show me what?” I asked, my voice coming out in a hoarse whisper.    “That’s she’s mine,” he growled. While still gentle, Dean’s mouth pressed into mine much hungrier than before, and I knew exactly what he intended. “But not now,” he said, his own breath coming out fast. He pulled away from me, and I whined slightly, “Now, you’ve got to heal up,” he sat back down in his chair and propped his feet up on the side of my bed. “Wanna see what’s on?” he asked, pulling out the remote.    “Sure,” I said softly, still looking at him. Dean flicked the television across from my bed on and began surfing through the channels.    “Too late for Judy,” he said, winking at me out of the corner of his eye. I snorted and then grimaced. “Scooby?” he asked.    “Sure- as long as it’s decided scrappy free,” I told him. I settled back on the pillows and wove a hand through the rail on the side of my bed, reaching for him. He took it.

@foxysnob79

[gir1front]

get to kno me tag !!

thank u for tagging me @coconutcreambun !!! much lof

THE LAST:

1. drink: hi-c orange lavaburst flavor (The Best Drink)

2. phone call: my tia

3. text message: my biffle

4. song you listened to:

5. time you cried: two days ago 

6. dated someone twice: nope

7. kissed someone and regretted it: no .. well does kissing someone during truth or dare count fhgkjfnf

8. been cheated on: no

9. lost someone special: no thank god 

10.  been depressed: yeah :// 

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: no ! i literally have done Nothing ever fuc im boring

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12-14. pink white yellow

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 

15. made new friends: YES !! it makes me so happy :’) 

16. fallen out of love: nope ! still in love with yoongs 

17. laughed until you cried: yes ! :D

18. found out someone was talking about you: nope 

19. met someone who changed you: not specifically someone but the situations that happened with them .. if that makes sense lol

20. found out who your friends are: YES !!!!!!!!!!! x100 u really never know till u graduate whos really gonna be there for u when u need it 

21. kissed someone on your facebook list: no i dont have a fb lmao

GENERAL:

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: asnhjdbvmv I DONT HAVE ONE !!

23. do you have any pets: yes i do ! my precious dog bambino hes a five year old yorkipoo and hes my babie 

24. do you want to change your name: no i like it alot 

25. what did you do for your last birthday: i went to school fhvbd well actually i got ice cream later too

26. what time did you wake up: like 10

27. omg there was no number 27 

28. name something you cant wait for: listen ... i was watching this video https://youtu.be/vR-CP9sB62w and !!!! im just excited to learn more about this like is it a comeback hint ... is it part of their new concept ... WHO KNOWS i really liked it tho so im excited to find out What The Fuck Is Going On

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: like last saturday

30. what is one thing you wish you could change in your life: hm .. my face 

31. what are you listening to right now: not to be a Typical BTS Stan .. but hyyh pt 1 hfkjdbvjb i LOVE that album

32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: never

33. something that is getting on your nerves: well i dropped my phone in the ocean the other day and now the headphone jack isnt working :///

34. most visited website: tumblr most likely

38. hair color: light brown

39. long or short hair: medium .. its a little above my waist

40. do u have a crush on someone: um yea .. mark lee

41. what do you like about yourself: my kindness fhvjf and my eyes i guess

42. piercings: ears ? honestly idk cause i havent worn earrings in years

43. blood type: Do People Actually Know This 

44. nickname: celi, cleast, celery

45. relationship status: SMASH THAT MF SINGLE BUTTON 

46. zodiac sign: pisces !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! if u guys havent noticed already

47. pronouns: she/her

48. favorite tv show: i dont really watch tv but i really love house hunters

49. tattoos: none yet !

50. right or left handed: right

51. surgery: yea i got surgery on my pinkie when i broke it lol

53. sport: in hs i did track and field, tennis, and cheer hgfjkgn i loved being in sports

54. vacation: my trip to hawaii was super fun and i always love going to mexico

55. pair of trainers: this is shoes right ? i like my nike chanclas

MORE GENERAL:

57. eating: im eating smores poptarts 

58. drinking: water

59. im about to: make my bed gfjkgfl i still havent

61. waiting for: getting a car .. i wanna drive already

62. want: to be at peace

63. get married: if i meet the right person why not !

64. career: pa

WHICH IS BETTER:

65. hugs or kisses: hugs forsure !

66. lips or eyes: hm .. eyes

67. shorter or taller: i mean everyone is taller than me so

68. older or younger: is this talking about relationships ? hm doesnt matter but a year younger is the youngest i would date

69. nice arms or nice stomach: arms i guess

70. hook up or relationship: uh relationship

73. troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant !

HAVE YOU EVER: 

74. kissed a stranger: nope

75. drank hard liquor: no lol

76. lost glasses: almost ... many times

77. turned someone down: yee :(

78. sex on the first date: fuc no

79. broken someone’s heart: nah i dont think so .. hope not

80. had your heart broken: yeah but not bc of a relationship

81. been arrested: no imagine ghfnjgnfjn

82. cried when someone died: of course

83. fallen for a friend: yikes ............. kinda

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. yourself: im starting to

85. miracles: yea

86. love at first sight: yea

87. santa claus: sure why not

88. kiss on the first date: hm .. yea maybe

89. angels: yes .. jinki is proof

OTHER:

90. curresnt best friends name: ana :D

91. eye color: hazel

92. favorite movie: howls moving castle

woo that took me like 52 years ok so im tagging @dewygrl @1995winemom @hobiloveblog @firesignjimin @ilovejin @1yoongisgf @thicknaruto u guys dont have to do this of course !! :D 

[poklina]

stains

allo it is i, your friendly neighborhood trashy fanfic writer. my favorite things are run in sentences and commas so if those ain’t ur jam  u shld prolly click away ANYWAYS this is me falling headfirst into the jimon hole and rewriting the evolution of their relationship through jace’s eyes. its not great but i really like it hope u do too.

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Jace had officially had it with all of them.

4 months ago, he was just a regular Shadowhunter with a killjoy brother and annoying sister that really liked killing demons together. It was comfortable, accountable, dependable. Jace knew that every day, he'd wake up, he'd train with Alec, he'd make fun of whatever skintight leather outfit Izzy was wearing that day, they'd go out on a mission, come back, fall asleep, rise and repeat. The inanity of it all was starting to get a little monotonous, but a little Downworld revolt would've spiced it up just enough.

But of course, Clary fucking Fray had to come in and take his perfect little bubble and pop it as violently as she could.

Now the Circle is back in action, the Mortal Cup is lost but for real this time, Alec is dating a warlock, Izzy is acting really weird, and the whole Institute has basically gone to shit.

And don't even get him started on the calamity that is Simon Lewis.

Not even 2 days after Jace met him, he had to go and get himself kidnapped by the vamps. And then he'd started calling Clary every 5 fucking minutes like she didn't have anything better to do than to talk to him.

And then of course, he shows up on the doorstep in Raphael's arms, dead.

When Raphael told Clary the 2 options, there was ever any doubt in Jace's mind. For some reason, even though he could barely stand the idea of Simon Lewis living forever, the first thought in his mind was "I need more time." That shocked him. More time for what? More time to yell at Simon, to groan and growl every time he got his ass kidnapped? More time to watch how he talked with his hands when he started rambling on about something or another, or how he looked at Clary and how Jace wanted Simon to look at him like that...

Yea, Jace beat that train of thought into the ground with amazing speed.

Anyways, Simon turned into a vamp and somehow had become 10x more annoying than when he was just a regular Mundane.

Shadowhunting-wise, life had calmed down. Valentine was still fucking shit up with astounding speed, but now they knew how to deal with it, and with Aldertree essentially kicking him out of the institute, Jace didn't have much to do with his days anymore except for go to Hunters Moon and flirt with Seelies until they came back to Magnus' with him.

Jace is very good at ignoring that all of the one he brought back had brown hair and brown eyes.

Life was easy for a while there. Of course, a while in Shadowhunter time is like, 3 days, so Jace honestly should've seen the oncoming shitstorm that was about to hit.

First Clary hooks up with Simon, and while he's trying to tell himself that is Simon he's jealous of, his mom throws a fucking axe at his head. Great. Just another Tuesday. The rest of the party goes pretty well, with the exception of the cheating bastard that is-was-his father, so Jace checks it off as a night that wasn't wholly terrible.

Clary goes into "hiding" with her boyfriend, and Jace is amazed at just how incompetent this guy is, and also at how nice his abs are-

Once again, whack-a-mole-with-thoughts comes out in its full raging glory, and it isn't until Clary's hand starts turning black that he can actually fully focus.

So now they have to go find this Madzie kid, and Jace really didn't want Simon to come because he's already having enough trouble and driving around New York with a guy you definitely are not interested in but also like to admire from afar does not sound like how he wants to spend his evening. But of course he comes, and of course he trades Jace's leather jacket for some ribbon that might not even be hers, and of course he's right.

He's always infuriatingly right.

So, the rest of the evening goes off without a hitch. He see his piece of shit dad again, gets the kid back to Clary, and boom, they're done.

That is until Clary gets pulled to God knows where by that little kid.

Jace probably could've stopped her. He should've stopped her. But his mind was preoccupied with "Thanks...for everything." What is everything? Because the only thing the vamp should be thanking him for is saving his girlfriend, and he already did that, so what is everything?

It runs like a broken record in his mind all the way up until Valentine's got an arm around Simon's neck because he's so infuriatingly stupid and selfless and why the fuck did he have to go and fall for a guy that puts his neck on the line every 5 fucking minutes-

And then he's gone.

--

Jace runs on autopilot all the way until Dot tells him that if he touches the Sword, it'll destroy it and take him with it, and he'll be damn if that isn't best news he's gotten all week.

Luke takes him to the Institute after promising 101 different ways that he won't touch the Sword but doesn't intend to keep them, and for some reason Clary is there when they get there. And Raphael’s got her by the neck. And this is going to get very bad very fast if they don't do something right now.

Luke convinces them to let Clary and Magnus (why is he here too?) go, and since everybody is so keen on hearing what the fuck Clary has planned, Jace isn't really listening when she says what happened until the words "Simon" and "hurt" come out of her mouth. Honestly, he's not surprised, but they way she said it made his stomach fall out from under him.

And then she tells him what Valentine did, and Jace sees red.

Everybody seems to be "concerned" that Jace won't convincingly pull off Clary with the shape shifting rune, but he doesn't hear any of it. Right now, the only thing he pretty much wants to do it tear the Institute doors from their hinges and slaughter every single fucking Circle member in there.

He makes it in, and there’s a guard on either side of him and then Valentine is stepping out from the shadows and Jace? Jace has never felt more pure, unaltered rage than he did in that moment. He just wants to see Simon, he needs to see Simon because Jace cannot live with himself if Simon dies without ever knowing how much he's screwed Jace over and how much he loves him for that.

Valentine says something about being too late, but the only thing Jace can hear is the roaring of blood in his ears and heavy breathing of someone who is very, very angry.

--

They take him to Aldertree's office and when they open the door, the floor falls out from under Jace's feet.

Simon is covered in blood. And he's been covered with blood before but not like this. Never like this. It's pulsing out from his throat and staining his lips and hands and arms and everything and for 15 seconds, all Jace can do is stare.

Then the coppery tang hits him dead in the face and he runs over to the desk where there's a knife and slits his arm, hoping, pleading, praying that he's not too late.

And of course, Jace had to go and fall for the most kindhearted guy on the planet because even as a vampire who's bleeding out, he still refuses to drink. And goddammit Jace will not let his kindness get in the way of his life so he shoves his arm up against his mouth, barely feeling the tiny huffs of air that are escaping, and Simon finally, finally drinks.

Of all the Seelies in all the world, Jace thinks,  I would give them all up for another moment of this.

Because Simon drinks, and as Jace arches into what feels like the best make out session/sex ever, he feels a tear roll down his (Clary's?) face because holy shit. He knew that being bitten was like injecting an aphrodisiac straight into your veins, but this...this is almost a religious experience. Jace can feel the blood leaving his arm and travel down Simon's throat, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down and he is gone. His eyes roll back in his head because he thinks that if he looked at Simon right now, covered in blood and sucking the life from his arm, he'd probably rip it away and kiss him until it was just them and the couch and the dim lamplight, Valentine be damned. Dimly, he can feel Simon grabbing his arm as he goes deeper and deeper into his vein, and Jace's vision is completely shot at this point because the only thing he can see in his minds eye is Simon on his arm, Simon taking everything from him, Simon being the opposite of who he normally is and he is loving every single millisecond he spends on his arm. There is not enough time in the world nor words in English to describe exactly how Jace was feeling, but the 2 closest ones would have to be fucking orgasmic.

And then its over. Jace feels Simon being pulled away from him and he slips back to the couch, breathless and tired and absolutely ready for more. He feels the rune slipping him back to his actual body, and when he looks up at Simon with lidded eyes and sagging hands, the thing he sees is horror.

They get out of the office with minimal difficulty, and as they travel down the hall Simon just keeps talking. And he won't stop. He's babbling on about how he's felt blood thirst before but "never that bad" and how he's "really sorry" and if that isn't just the end of his patience.

"I would've killed you."

"I would've let you."

Because he would've. Jace didn't, doesn't and still does not know exactly what this vampire did to him but what he does know is that if Simon were running out of blood Jace would be the first one in line because the thought of Simon dying is something that sent ice crawling through his veins, and he almost lost him tonight and when Simon pulled away Jace swore to himself that he would never, ever let it happen again.

But this thick-headed, pretty-eyes vampire will still not stop talking about rescuing him from "actual death" as if Jace wouldn't have done it a thousand times over and Jace just wants him to stop. So he tells him to shut up and amazingly he does. For once in his life, Simon listened to him, and in that moment he could die a happy man no matter what came next.

[theoneandonlysaucymo]

He Needs You More Part 1

Paring: Alpha!Dean x Omega! Reader

Words: 7,155 (OOPS)

Warnings: No smut yet thats next time, Slight mention of other character death,

A/N: For @dr-dean ABO Birthday/Song challenge. I’ve been itching to write it and ive been pondering this idea for a while and well I saw the song list and bamn it fit so perfectly! THIS GOT LONG AF I CANT WRITE PWP I LOVE MY PLOTS TOO MUCH. That being said I am sorry this is late school has been kicking me hard but I’m working on part two now! Song comes later this is just setting things up. 

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“WHAT ARE YOU KIDS DOING!” You shouted opening the door in the old abandoned house. The five teenagers bolted their fear evident coursing through their pores as they bolted out the back entrance and through broken windows. You sighed out frustrated, so they had been the ones summoning these demons, not that they knew what they were doing. You looked down at the books and notes, these kids clearly had no idea what they were messing with. You moved picking up the items and right as you reached to snuff out the lines a man appeared in the center with a white light. You reached for your gun but this guy was slightly quicker knocking it from your hand but you were ready a silver knife in the other. You had it at his throat and pinned him quickly to the wall looking straight into his eyes. Your expression turned to a bit shocked as green eyes stared back at you, that wasn’t the shocking part as his scent filled your nose. Alpha. “Who the hell are you?! Demon?” You snarled as the silver knife cut into his skin but he didn’t flinch.

           “Look lady I ain’t no demon but I came here looking for one,” The man said before he looked at you funny. You let up on him but still were suspicious and only when you saw the trickle of blood on his neck did you pull away. You shoved him back and fully erased a line on the drawn symbol on the ground. He wasn’t a demon the blade that was at his neck was made by the hands of priests and from blessed steel so if a demon that should’ve burned him. You looked at the symbol then it struck you.

“You aren’t from here are you?” You asked his scent overwhelming you but you were trying to keep it together.

“What gave that away?” He smirked his hand reaching up to whip the blood from his neck.

“Your scent….it reeks of alpha…” You said looking at him picking up the last of the books. You saw a blank and confused stare from the man and you looked down at the symbol on the floor and flipped through the book.

“I'm a what?” He almost spat out not sure he heard you correctly.

“You have no idea what I’m talking about do you?” You said shocked as it was a portal spell, he was never supposed to be here at all. A cellphone started ringing and the man fumbled for it.

“Hello?” He asked cautiously. “Wait I actually get signal here? Yea….yea Sam I’m fine…let me call you back later, got some chick here talking about me being an alpha or something.” He hung up the phone and looked at you. “Where exactly am I?” He asked.

“Not sure what to say other than earth, specifically North Carolina…but I guess an alternate reality from yours since you had no idea what an alpha is,” You said shifting a bit uncomfortably before changing the subject. “If you’re looking for the black demon they originally released its dead,” You said shuffling through the book, you found the page you wanted quickly reading the passage.

“You sure? He had an accomplice,” The man said as you fumbled for your phone showing him a few images of the demons before you killed them.

“Both dead, those idiot teenagers had no idea what they were doing, thinking they were summoning some hot chick when all they got were demons, caught them before they could try it again but I guess this is where you can travel back and forth. We can try to recreate this but it can’t be so close together, time rifts could happen, so looks like you’re crashing here for a few days,” You said looking at him as you took your phone out and snapped a few pictures of the drawings on the floor. The man hadn’t said a word to you but you could see the wheel moving in his head.

“So you a hunter?” He said finally. You nodded retrieving your gun putting the safety back on and putting it in its holster.

“If you mean I go around killing these things then yea, here we usually use the term exorcist,” You said pondering your options with him. It was going to be a very long few days at this rate; you might be able to get away with using it in three or four days. “I guess you can stay with me till that time…don’t need you wandering around you’ll raise too much attention,” You added pulling out your car keys.

“Attention? Listen sweetheart I can fade into the shadows no problem and ill just wait around till my brother does the spell again,” He said.

“Names Y/N, Not sweetheart, and I highly doubt that you’re gonna attract omegas from all over the state if we don’t get you hidden,” You said walking out of the house. You waited for him to follow and he soon appeared from the house, hands in his pocket as you watched him.

“Safe to say I know nothing about this world…this alpha omega thing or not guess I better not turn down help,” He said. “Names Dean Winchester,” he said extending out his hand. You smiled and shook it but could not shake how odd you were feeling.

“Get in thankfully these idiots did this not too far from where I live,” You said opening the doors to your mustang. Dean looked over your car, black with silver embellishing’s, and tan interior, this was looking a bit to eerily like his life as he sat on the passenger’s side. The hum of the older motor unsettled him slightly but he said nothing as you pulled away. No music was played as you focused on the road and trying to ignore him, but his scent was tainting your car, worse yet you weren’t minding it.

“So what is this whole alpha omega thing…like everyone is a werewolf or something?” Dean asked.

“No not quite, they took the names maybe from packs I guess,” You started as you turned onto a main highway. “Look everyone here is born either an alpha, an omega, or a beta. Alphas for some reason have died out, either killed or just not being born anymore, I'm not really sure which for sure” You started.

“And yet demons appear as alphas?” Dean asked

“That or angels, male female doesn’t matter anything supernatural it seems appears as an alpha….so makes my job easy…but you….you shouldn’t be here,” You stated again you voice sounding a bit bitter. “You’re going to throw off the balance and have demons coming from all over the place,” You added as you were gunning it now to get back. You couldn’t stand to watch another person die let alone another alpha.

“Look I’m sorry for being a bother but that demon was bad news we couldn’t let it just get away it was possessing a child where I was from,” Dean said as he looked out the window then he felt like this was a weird game of déjà vu. You pulled into a garage that looked strangely like the bunkers garage and parked where he usually parked Baby. He looked around and you watched him curious as he got out of the car, he looked like he was seeing ghosts as he followed you inside. You set your things down on the kitchen table and looked at him as his green eyes looked you angry. “Is this some kind of game?!” He shouted.

“Game? This is where I-?” You asked a bit shocked.

“Live Yea this is exactly where I live too,” Dean said same time as you. You followed him and he pointed out every single place in this including the dungeon. He moved to the bedrooms and opened the door to your sister’s room before you could stop him. “This….is...was mine…” He paused looking around as the room looked similar to his but the colors were different and furnishings were less masculine and simple. Biggest difference this room looked unlived in a fine layer of dust coated the furniture and the room smelled a bit musty.

“If you would please leave this room alone,” You said pulling him away and shutting the door. You looked away then realized you would have to explain. “That was my sister’s room, can pick any other room except this one and the one down the hall since you know your way around,” You said turning and heading for your room.

“And that’s Sam’s room,” Dean sighed out softly his eyes looking down the hall shocked. Your door shut and he was left in the hallway alone. He opened the door to your sisters room and stepped inside, why was all this so much like his life. He looked at the bookcase, you two kept better photos than he and Sam ever did as he looked through the frames. If Dean and Sam had taken pictures, they probably would’ve looked similar to this. He saw you in graduation gowns then acceptance letters to college before a picture with you and another girl in front of a dorm. The photos quickly changed and he saw a much more tired you, happy as you smiled with the same girl from earlier, but tired.

“You don’t listen either,” You sighed out from the doorway as you watched Dean sitting on your sister’s bed looking at photos.

“What happened?” Dean asked as you moved and sat next to him. He handed you a photo and you smiled, you remembered that night at the bar after a tough hunt. You wanted nothing more than to just curl up into bed but not her, no she wanted to celebrate and you could never so no.

“Demon possessed her,” You said softly your fingers tracing over her face as you whipped a layer of dust off. “I couldn’t find a cure, not one in time anyways she had done too much killed to many,” You said leaving it at that. It was you that pulled the trigger and you would regret that for the rest of your life.

“This can’t be happening,” Dean said you turned looking at him. “Why is it you and her are living the exact same life I am?!” He said annoyed. You shrugged.

“Probably not all the same but bits and pieces Sam still has you so it’s not exact,” You said standing and putting the picture back on the bookshelf. You let out a sigh and looked at him, “She too was an alpha she hid her scent with drugs but demons can just tell, my theory is they are eliminating the alphas making humans more susceptible to them, particularly omegas who are also dying out or disappearing either one,” You said.

“So you’ve explained this alpha beta omega thing sort of what is it really?” Dean asked.

“It’s just some genetic thing god thought would be funny to put on people, betas I guess are just like your world just normal people omegas are as well so long as an alpha isn’t around,” You added trying to think of how to word this. “Alphas are plain what their name sake says they were top dogs, could make a whole room look there way, picture the high school all-star jocks if you will, just what the name implies they could turn heads. Omegas can either act like alphas and command attention, but also they can be shy and meek it’s kinda hard to say we don’t really fit any certain standard,” You thought about it. You were more on the beta alpha side of the spectrum but you had meet much more shy omegas.

“Is that it? Just a personality thing?” Dean pressed as you could feel he was getting a bit agitated about something.

“No…your anatomy changes too, Alphas can smell what everyone is and typically they attract more to Omegas and vice versa, not to say they can’t be attracted to betas. I guess the biggest thing is the obvious anatomy does change. Omegas are like super fertile but only at certain times we call it not surprisingly heats,” You stated. "But the heats only happen in Omegas, alphas it’s called rutt sometimes they line up with each other sometimes they don’t,” You stated as you excused yourself to grab an anatomy book from the library. “Pretty much the two were designed to have lots of kids….guess when he first made us we weren’t reproducing fast enough. The rest of the anatomy changes you can look up,” You said handing him the book. You certainly did not want to be thinking about the alpha male anatomy changes he was already here and his scent overpowering. Dean had been quiet this whole time, his face a bit mixed of shock and curiosity but took the book a little hesitant to look through it. “Right I’ll leave you to that, you know the way around just don’t mess anything up in here ok?” You asked softly. Dean looked at the book but didn’t open it

“Is that why you smell so good?” He asked almost hesitantly.

“Heat? No its cause I’m an omega and you’re an alpha it’s just pure biology on that,” You smiled at him before leaving the room. You headed to your room and clenched at your stomach, this was such a bad idea and you needed to get him home as fast as possible before you went into heat or he went into a rutt….and you had a feeling the latter would happen first.

You awoke the next morning to the smell of bacon and shrugged the sleep from your eyes. You moved to grab for your gun before remembering you had a visitor and groaned as you moved to put on clothes. It was too early to be up for you but would be rude to sleep all day. You washed your face and tried to look a bit more presentable and wake up before you headed to the kitchen.

“Hey morning….you had some stuff so…I’d thought I’d make breakfast? Or I guess brunch,” Dean said as you headed straight for the coffee. The warm beverage in hand you looked around

“This looks good,” You smiled as he started to plate things. Eggs, bacon, pancakes you were actually looking forward to this.

“Didn’t know what you liked but this seemed safe,” Dean said setting a plate in front of you before sitting at the other end of the table. You two ate in relative silence, it wasn’t weird you thought you were still trying to wake up as you finished and offered to wash dishes. Dishes washed you sat back down with another cup of coffee. “So….like guys are just ok here smelling people and having weird muscles?” Dean finally asked as you spit your coffee. That was so not, what you were expecting this early.

“I…ummm… like I said alphas are pretty much extinct now but no…it…it’s just something we all just kinda know as kids on top of bird and the bees in general, not…really weird for us. Your type has almost gone into like a fairy tale myth for people,” You said getting a napkin and cleaning up the spilt coffee. You looked over at him, “Seriously I wasn’t kidding when I said there are no alphas, the biology text books may talk about them but honestly they are gone and omegas are starting to head the same way, and girls can be alphas too,” You added as it wasn’t just guys that got special anatomy. He went to ask but then got a bit of a shocked and horrified face, “I’ll just let you ponder that for a while Winchester, if you look in that book it did explain,” You laughed as you headed into the library. His scent was becoming a bit too intoxicating as you shuffled around what looked like an herb cabinet. You quickly found some suppressants, checking the date you took them, no need for you to even think about going into heat with him around. Pills taken you moved around searching for portal spells, there had to be some way to send him back faster.

“So…..is there a plan?” Dean asked.

“Not really, you can’t leave this bunker period,” You said finding a few books.

“What that’s not even fair-“

“You don’t get it when I say there is literally zero, read my lips ZERO alphas you will literally be like walking meat on a stick and god forbid you run into an omega in heat…..” You grumbled as you looked over and he was kinda smirking. “No like cat in heat all over you annoying…and don’t even think about fucking someone, if you slip up and go and bond with them…..heaven help you heartless bastard,” You said frustrated.

“Whoa wait what bond?” Dean asked.

“Did you even read that anatomy book?” you sighed out.

“Well open a book and I just get put to sleep soo….” He said scratching at his neck. You sighed out

“So during the whole sex thing, yes there’s the sex but you can also claim that person forming a bond with them. Corny I didn’t make the rules, but you bite an area on the neck that is typically more appealing and you can claim them,” You said looking at him as he just had a shocked face. “Exactly so just keep it in your pants, you claim someone you have to be with them fairly frequently or risk them practically dying from heats that you awaken in them, since you’re an alpha and all, I doubt you would find a beta to be with,” You said going back to your book. The room fell silent as you sensed him processing everything.

“What kinda world is this?” he said almost horrified as you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Exactly now you see why all this is dying out, won’t be much left of it soon,” You added. “It’s always weird to talk about so thankfully we have a few more generations and it will be gone and I guess well be like your world,” You shrugged.

“Ok that’s enough history and anatomy for today,” Dean shifted uncomfortably and headed towards the bedrooms. You snickered and immersed yourself in research. You hardly noticed the time passes as you tried to find anything to speed up his stay here but came up short. You rested your head on the table stretching out your back and closing your eyes. It didn’t take long, the grandfather clock in here ticking back and forth lulled you to sleep.

It was late and a midnight snack drove Dean from his room he glanced into the library then stopped. That was the strangest position he had ever seen someone sleep in.

“Y/N,” He said gently nudging your shoulder but you didn’t move a muscle breathing softly on your arms. Well he couldn’t leave you like this you would wake up sore. He moved and gently picked you up, your scent hit him hard as he paused what he was doing and took a moment. So that smell was you, and gods you smelled amazing. He couldn’t name a certain smell over another a mix of many things but it was just you and it somehow smelled like home, it was warm and comforting. He shook his head and moved to your room gently setting you in your bed and covering you up. He sat on the edge for a while his hand on your shoulder, for some reason he just couldn’t pull away. He moved a strand of your hair out of your face corner of your mouth turned up in a small smile. When you did smile, your eyes had lit up but he could see you didn’t smile much anymore and that pained him, this could’ve been Sam’s life. He went to stand when your arm darted out and grabbed hold of his arm in an almost death grip. He looked back to your once peaceful looking face and now it was tense frowning. This was a bad idea, a very bad idea, he even knew that but you weren’t letting go of him. “Alright, alright princess you win,” Dean sighed out giving in or lose his arm and possibly wake you. You had let his hand go, but Dean doubt he would’ve made it out the door without you waking up. Dean walked around the bed behind you and moved under the covers as he stared up at the ceiling. Your breathing was soft and peaceful as being near you was apparently enough. Dean let out a small sigh and closed his eyes, your bed was actually pretty comfortable best part was it smelled like you calming his mind as he started to fade into sleep. Your body shifted almost the same time his did as you two just natural curled into each other. Your head moved in the crook of his neck, his head rested softly on yours, arms and legs intertwining as you each breathed in each other scents.

When you awoke that morning, you felt surprisingly well. You hated waking up always tired no matter how long you slept but another exorcism always called. Today you didn’t want to get out of bed for another reason, you were extremely comfortable and that was a bit odd feeling. Your eyes slowly fluttered open before closing again, you were just too warm and comfortable to wake up yet. You tried again with a bit more success your body senses functioning now as you felt someone was next to you, someone had their arms and legs around you protectively. You wanted to react you wanted to panic but your body was still asleep, still allowing you to relax, whoever it was your instincts trusted who ever this was. This time your mind won out as you took in a breath and jerked away suddenly as it was Dean.

“What what’s wrong!” He bolted away as well somehow knowing where you kept a gun as he looked around. Even half asleep, his body reacted to protecting you before his mind caught up not seeing any danger.

“GET OUT!” You shouted at him, you did not need to be around him, it was only a matter of time before something happened and he did not need to even think about being tied down here.

“Alright, alright I’m going!” Dean said as he quickly got up and headed for the door he went to leave and you both hesitated. “Look I wasn’t trying anything funny,” He said softly as he turned and looked back at you. “You just fell asleep in a weird position in the library I couldn’t leave you like that, so brought you back here and you kinda grabbed my arm and wouldn’t let go until I stayed,” Dean sighed out looking back at you. You sat in your bed and didn’t say anything, god his scent was everywhere now, you just wanted him to come back into this bed and sleep with you properly as you shook that thought. Dean turned to leave

“Dean?!” You called out wanting to shout it but instead spoke softly.

“Yea princess?” He said. You wanted to smack him for that nickname but at the same time, you liked it.

“Do you want French toast for breakfast or brunch whatever time it is?” You said and his smile about melted all your control.

“Sure,” he smiled heading back to his room. You laid back into the sheets and instinctively moved and hugged his pillow your nose inhaling before you quickly jumped out of bed. Cold shower that’s what you needed….as well as suppressants again.

Breakfast wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be, you two held a decent conversation about how you got started in all this madness and were pulled back in. It was simple enough you loved school so decided to try a normal life, but even in school the demons and monsters were never too far from your mind. Then you got a call your sister was missing while looking for the demon that killed your parents and that terrified you, you quit school and quickly found her and never looked back.

“It wasn’t all sunshine obviously,” You said taking the dishes and washing them. “We also learned in order to have my sister and I our parents made a deal both their souls for 18 years and two kids, my sister came 9 months later I came four years later,” You said setting the dishes back where they were. “But throughout our life they kept training us, dad would go off on weird trips, mom would stay behind show us how to shoot, what kills werewolves, demons, ghosts, you name it, it was certainly a weird education on top of all the other things we had to learn,” You paused. “Then 18 years later we both came home from school with that bastard standing over their bodies and we never looked back. I had to at least finish high school our Aunt wouldn’t let us out any other way she always knew what we were up to,” You smiled. “So yea…that’s how we started, you probably much the same somehow?” You asked. Dean nodded more or less you couldn’t really tell as he sat quietly. You nodded and headed into the library to try and do more researching.

It was maybe an hour or so you heard the TV in the small living area turn on and that was about all your self-control could take. You physically needed to be near him and besides none of these books were helpful you were just going to have to wait out the next two days. You put back two more suppressant pills before heading into the living space and plopped down on the couch next to him your knees touching.

“Anything?” He asked

“Nope so few days here then we can get you back home, not really into breaking any time rifts” You smiled. It somehow felt like a fake smile and saying the words back and home together was painful. Dean seemed to shift nervously and you both went silent just watching TV. The hours ticked by both of you just sitting watching whatever came on, and both of you knew you weren’t paying much attention to what was on as you talked. About everything, bad hunts, some sibling things, if things were different, it felt odd to talk to someone again like this. Sure, you had other hunter friends but that was all business, you couldn’t get some of them to have a decent conversation about music or cars to save their life. Even with strangers, which he still was but you opened up like it was nothing, like he had been in your life for ages now not a few days. You got up after a while to make food again. You would have to make a trip to town tomorrow, not just cause he was here but you just needed food in general, that was going to be tough.

“Decide yet?” You jumped hearing him right next to you forgetting you had someone here yet again.

“Uh…no…wait yes sorry just need to go into town tomorrow,” You said as you pulled out some meat and set about making burgers.

“Soooo does that mean I get to see your town?” he grinned grabbing a beer.

“Nope means you get to stay right here,” You grinned back. “Seriously you will be walking around like a beacon to everyone unmated it’s not the people I worry about, you can fight them off it’s who knows what creatures,” You said shaping the meat then putting it on the pan washing your hands. “Werewolf, vampire, shifters, and worst of all demons,” You added turning as you crossed your arms to look at him. “And yes I know you probably could take them but they probably work differently here-“

“Different?” Dean asked sitting at the table watching you.

“So myths tell how demons work alone why you only see one name right? I'm assuming that’s how your world works.”

“Yea that’s how it is for us there are certain groups of demons but for the most part they work alone,” Dean said

“Right well here they don’t they work in groups, moving in groups and planning in larger groups, this is why we think Alphas are going extinct these demons are purposely targeting them and eliminating them or using them for meat suits,” You said turning as you flipped the burgers over. You started grabbing a few other things from the fridge; it wouldn’t be a fancy meal but a meal. “They use it to their advantage easily preying on what omegas that are out there and that’s typically who ends up in the paper with some tragic strange accident or just vanishes,” your back was to him as you went about warming the buns.

“So….how do you fight them then?” Dean asked

“Quickly, you have to become the literal hunter take them out one at a time from the group from the shadows, barging in does no good you easily get overwhelmed. No you have to have a plan to take one out at a time and before that one falls your onto the next,” You added serving up the food. You were a bit shocked at yourself for just opening up like this but he had to stay safe. If your lives truly were paralleled then he had to get back to his brother. You had no life here, your life was simple cases close to you then hiding in this safe house, doing what you could to get by. Dating was about impossible no one else could be messed up in your life or die because of you, and you didn’t care for any of the other exorcists you worked for, better to just be alone. Dean sat quietly before he finally looked up,

“Is that how your sister died?” He asked and you about dropped your beer on the table quickly grabbing it.

“Kinda….” You said getting quiet, “She…she went on a hunt alone not super abnormal we did it time to time supposed to be an easy one…next thing I knew I get a call from a mutual saying she was hunting down her own friends. Drove as fast as I could only to see black eyes, and her laughing in my face leaving with a pack of demons. Tracking her down wasn’t fun…that took forever but she slipped up and I managed to get her but by then…she had killed too many exorcists, humans, demons you name it that thing used her abilities for its own purpose. We can’t exorcise demons nothing we have found works without killing the person,” You said suddenly not hungry in the slightest as you stood up and started to clean. “I was going to just keep her locked up forever but somehow that went to hell in a handbasket, she got out…..and well… at least it was me and not someone else at the end,” you said leaving it at that.

“Y/N I’m sorry…..” Dean sighed out

“I got her back in the end once that asshole left her but it was too late, exactly how the Demons wanted it, break us up for good, and they won here I am giant safe house just for one,” You sighed out before getting back to cleaning. You heard Dean stand you felt him moving closer to you, “Don’t…..Dean none of this has anything to do with you, yes our lives are similar but I’m sure in some other time it’s the exact same story,” You said turning as you held your arms out. “None of it is anyone’s fault, Never had the best of luck but I had her while I could we knew something was going to happen sooner or later she may have been the last alpha left so target on her back,” You added moving away from him. Dean seemed to move tracking her with his eyes, “I'm fine, right now I think it be best if we turned in,” You added heading for your room. Dean didn’t seem to get the message, “Alone….right now you are responding to more than just feeling sorry for me and that won’t end well for either of us,” You added shutting your door and locking it tight. You wanted to let him in, god knows he smelled so good right now but he had his brother to get back to, he didn’t need to slip up and be stuck here. Least of all you, you were happy alone it was just easier that way.            

Dean wanted to go into your room, he stood by the door leaning onto it staring at the all too familiar pattern, but he seemed to snap out of it as he backed away. What had just happened? One minute he was standing in the kitchen, he was angry at her story he could piece together what happened but at the same time he felt like he needed to comfort you then his body just moved for you. He couldn’t stop himself not till you closed the door, then it was like a swift slap to the face as he headed for his room, well he was heading that way but stopped at her sister’s room. All made sense now, why so much dust was in this room, you never opened it, never looked at these happy memories. You were still not over any of this having to kill your own sister. Sam could’ve very well ended up like this, had they not found those tapes. Dean stood heading into the extra storeroom digging, looking for that file and tape. He had to have pulled that whole room apart but nothing…it wasn’t here why was that erased from your story line, it didn’t make sense. Dean eventually relented heading off to his own room for sleep, didn’t mean he wasn’t thinking about it when he laid down in the bed.

You awoke early the next morning, no smell of coffee or bacon to wake you this time. Last night had been tough, one night sleeping next to someone you shouldn’t have been so attached but you were. You tossed and turned before letting exhaustion just take you in the end. You stretched your body under the warm covers before your feet touched the cold floor. Throwing on clothes, you fixed your hair and headed out into the kitchen. Quiet as could be when you entered, few papers out in the library Dean must’ve been looking for something last night. You fixed some coffee and it was you this time that started what was left of the bacon and the rest of the eggs. It didn’t take too long after the bacon was starting to cook before you heard a door open and footsteps down the hall. “Morning,” You said as you busied away with fixing breakfast. You got a small grunt from him in response as he got himself a cup of coffee and you could only smile at him. Food was done a few minutes later as you slid a plate in front of him that waking him up a bit more as he ate. You sat next to him eating your breakfast as well. It was early in the afternoon just turning noon when you started cooking and had planned it that way so hopefully not as may people would be out when you shopped. “So I only need a few things from the store just promise you won’t wander away, I know you’re not five and can take care of yourself but just trust me on this.” You sighed out looking at him, last thing you needed was to wander around town trying to find him. It wouldn’t be hard to find him but she didn’t want to have to deal with who else she would find with him.

“Scouts honor no wandering off,” Dean smiled as he stood to grab the plates but you beat him to it.

“I'm ready whenever you are so let me do this while you get what you need,” You added starting to clean everything back up again. As you finished the plates, setting them to dry Dean was ready pulling on his jacket and following after you into the garage. He almost opened the wrong door on your black car but he quickly realized it wasn’t his beloved impala and moved into the passenger’s side. You drove down a few backroads the leaves changing to their beautiful reds, yellows, and oranges on this fall day. The town was small maximum of maybe five stoplights handful of stores all owned locally but a few big named stores as well. “Not much but no one thinks to look for exorcists here,” you added pulling up to a grocery store. This one was smaller but had everything you needed, very few parking places along the road which thankfully were fairly empty. You moved to speak with Dean when he beat you to it,

“Don’t wander off stay close…got it,” Dean smirked.

“Actually I was going to ask if you wanted anything but ok,” You teased getting out of the car, as you had drilled it into him to not wander away but hadn’t asked if he needed anything.

“Oh….uhh no just beer…and pie I assume they have pie here at least?” Dean asked as his face looked like it would be crushed if they didn’t.

“We have pie Dean don’t worry about that,” You laughed at him shutting the door and walking in with him. You walked into the store and immediately what people were in here were looking at Dean a little surprised. You just grinned, he didn’t believe you,  you knew he hadn’t but now it was all coming together as you grabbed a small shopping basket and headed up and down the aisles for what you needed. Dean followed behind you saw he was at least happy to see this was normal but you did catch him looking around as a few people were starting trying to not be obvious but they were.

“Uhhhh Y/N,” Dean said slowly walking back to you as you grabbed a few cans of soup.

“Yes Dean, all omegas all following you around,” You laughed knowing exactly what he was going to ask. “I warned you, 0 alphas,” you added as you moved your hand to grab his arm and drag him with you. It was enough for the others to get he was with you in a nice way.

“So this is just weird can I just say that now?” Dean added staying close to you. “Why did god do this for this world,” he added all you could do was laugh.

“No idea only reason I got is we weren’t populating fast enough then we mutated to betas later on and now everyone else is just dying off since we are sufficiently populated,” She added as she was just about finished with what she needed and headed grabbing a six pack of beer for Dean. “Now pie….what?” You said as he was just staring at you.

“How are you not acting like them? If alphas have that big of an impact on omegas even without the weird hormone thing,” He asked as you just shook your head at him.

“Have you also forgotten I used to live with an alpha? Most have never seen one let alone one that wasn’t mated off…I donno I mean you do affect me but guess I can just have better self-control?” You said shrugging slightly.

“Oh so I do affect you?” he smirked moving in closer. You weren’t going to back away this time as you looked up at those green eyes.

“Yes I am still an omega I’m going to react to you happy? Now let’s get your pie before we get some unwanted company,” You teased shaking your head. You let him pick which one he wanted, not that you ate them often your sister was more obsessed with other baked goods than pie. Pie picked out you headed up the counter to pay Dean just grinning as he stayed closer to you than before getting in the way some as you kept backing into him. You couldn’t help but look at him humoring him as it was keeping everyone fully away now. Here anyways, you knew if he stepped foot in a bar there were far more aggressive omega types there. Groceries purchased you put them in the trunk of your car and Dean once again seemed to be attached to your hip now as he leaned against you slightly when you bent over to put them in.

“So what exactly do I do to you?” He asked finally you shutting your trunk and he was leaning with his arms crossed. God his smile was gorgeous, his green eyes looking at you mischievously. Well that reminded you of something else you forgot,

“How about you wait right here while I run back in and pick up what I forgot then I may tell you on the way back,” you added trying your best to flirt with him some too. Flirting was harmless, he was going back in a day or two so might as well enjoy what it was like to try the dating scene again.

“I…uh…yea I’ll be right here,” He grinned pulling out a pocketknife as he pulled a apple from his pocket. You couldn’t help but shake your head heading back into the store. You were gone maybe a grand total of three minutes as you came back and he was nowhere to be seen. 

“Dean? Dean if this is a joke it’s not funny,” You smiled shaking your head moving around to the back of your car. He wasn’t there, “Dean?!” You shouted out looking around, ok now you were worried but the town looked as it always had people walking up and down the streets, cars slowly moving by, nothing seemed out of place accept you panicking. You headed back to the sidewalk, maybe he went to another store? You started to walk when an apple on the ground caught your eye around the corner. You walked over, yea that was the apple Dean had in his hand, you picked it up but then dropped it. Further, down the much quieter street you saw his pocketknife. You rushed over but as you picked it up you could smell the blood before you saw it right next to his pocketknife. It was Deans.

[joh-gaming]

Watch Dogs 2 Critical Review

I don’t post many reviews of games here, mostly ‘cause you can find reviews everywhere and in any format. So why make one for Watch Dogs 2? Because they went the extra mile and they deserve more than what they got.

After the failure of the first game, it’s understandable why the sequel sold so poorly. Not even counting the amount of solid games that came out around the same time, but people have been burned by Ubisoft’s marketing far too many times. Take The Division, which I actually like and play, the downgrade wasn’t just in graphics but gameplay. It was far more interesting in the original trailer than what we ended up with. The Division is fun but also boring, and to a point you can say the same about Assassin’s Creed Syndicate (another game I like). Syndicate however has the benefit of having the twins, Evie and Jacob Frye are really fun characters and the Assassin’s Creed formula has its moments. But one thing was clear, Ubisoft was making cookie cutter missions in their open world games and that gets boring fast.

Finally they made a game that breaks away from the GTA clone Fed Ex formula (mostly anyway) and people weren’t buying it. Gaming sites were more concerned about getting hits, so while most of them praised the game, it was mostly as “it’s better than the first” which we all knew would be ‘cause that one was terrible. So why did I ignore the game? Well, to be honest it was Marcus. Don’t get me wrong, even without playing it I prefer Marcus over Aiden any day, but the promo videos kept showing Marcus as this dull character, and his clothes are something I wouldn’t wear even if I was cosplaying. I knew you could change clothes but have you seen the outfits they chose for the promo? he looks like a clown most of the time.

What I’m saying is, I couldn’t find myself in Marcus. Thankfully, they decided to offer that 3 hrs trial which I took. Played the hell out of the game to get a feel for the clothes, missions, characters and story. So I’m going to start my review with that, click keep reading if you’re interested.

The 3hrs Trial

OK so the first mission was kind of hard, but it was fun. Talk about a tutorial in the middle of a war zone and with a timer no less. (trial timer, not mission timer) I had to learn fast to make the most out of it. The script is... well have you seen TV shows lately? yea not great but not as bad as some people make it out to be. The gameplay was solid, animations were pretty good and graphics are impressive. I was unimpressed with the characters, even Sitara which I liked from the promo material. I did a couple of main missions, stole the Cyber Driver car, played some co-op missions and 1 of the events, opted out of PvP ‘cause I’m not interested in that. I don’t go to the Dark Zone in The Division either so yea, PvP is not my thing. I did a lot of the ATM side quests which are quite fun and funny. By the end of the trial I knew I really wanted this game. It was already on my list, but I was going to buy it as cheap as possible. I talked to my friends (the ones that played the trial with me) and we all liked it, they bought the game before I did but we all got it. Not only that but we bought the Gold Edition, which is still on sale at the time of this post.

Gold Edition

Why the Gold edition? Well, it comes with the Season Pass and it was $60 for the whole thing. So technically, it was finally priced right, the whole game for the price of a full game, I’m OK with that. It’s probably the only way I would recommend the season pass of any game.

Characters

Like I said before, during the 3hr trial I wasn’t impressed, but they slowly grew on me and I prefer that. In Life is Strange it was the same, I didn’t like Chloe until the third episode.

Marcus

Look at those clothes... wtf is that? He looks like TV static or something. Anyway, took a while but the guy grew on me thanks to moments like this one

Wish he had had more to do outside of doing the impossible. Also wish he had more interaction with Horatio.

Sitara

She’s cool, the Sombra of the group (a lot more serious though) and more of an artist than a hacker, even though she’s brilliant. She knows the power of a brand and works hard to turn Dedsec into “celebrities”. Just don’t wear a man bun in front of her.

Wrench

Cynical, sarcastic, weird af and with a short temper. This is Marcus’ best friend in the crew. Throws tantrums every now and then, I can relate to this guy a lot more, except for the thongs... yea... can’t relate to that.

Josh

The walking super computer, he is a bit stereotypical as well as cartoonish but I still like this guy a lot. There’s a lot of potential with this character.

Horatio

And Horatio, you barely get to talk to this guy and that’s a real shame. The few moments he had with Marcus were great. With the amazing animations and expressions, their funny scenes were actually funny.

I’m pretty sure this is the first time Ubisoft went with this approach on the characters. We’ve seen games where the companions are just as important as the main character, games like Mass Effect, Dragon Age, Fallout 4 and of course the Saints Row series. I can say this was just a few interactions short of being as good as Saints Row’s. I applaud Ubisoft for this and hope they keep evolving this part of their story telling, with gameplay to support it.

Gameplay

This game has variety, to the point where I haven’t tried everything it offers yet. Sure some of it is mundane, but I do love to have some mundane stuff in my open world games. As long as I don’t get a call from a cousin every 5 steps asking to go bowling. Still, the mundane stuff gives you an excuse to explore the beautifully crafted map. Same with the collectibles which help you unlock some skills later in the game.

They also added events, now since I locked my game as a single player experience (except when I join my friends in co-op) I’m not sure if the events are part of the co-op experience or if you have to open your game. You can choose to open it so that only friendly players show up in your session, however that doesn’t mean they won’t troll you, there are a lot of asses out there. But that’s another positive, the ability to lock the game as a single player experience or open its multiplayer options in ways that work for you. In any case I had a lot of fun with these events when playing with my friends. Especially one that has low tolerance for stealth (it was kind of hilarious as I was marking enemies and studying the locations, then suddenly he was blowing people up with traps)

I do recommend that if you don’t want to participate in PvP, that you turn off Bounty Hunter and Invasion but leave the friendly options open. Why? because even though there’s a chance trolls might find a way to hinder you, you also miss out on unscripted events that can only happen when some crazy dude has the cops or gangs on his tail. You can help them out or troll them yourself if that’s your kink.

One last thing, I know I’m keeping the gameplay details very vague but I prefer if you found out everything you can do in the game on your own, the drone and remote car are fantastic mechanics. I love it when a game introduces a mechanic that suddenly every game after it should build upon. Not unlike the Last of Us with their bow and on the fly crafting which was arguably improved by the competition in the Tomb Raider games.

Missed Opportunities

The game is VERY good as is, so if you can afford it, go ahead and buy it ‘cause unless you hate Open World Games, you should like this game a lot. Remember, there’s a 3hr free trial if you’re still unsure, it’s not a demo, it’s the full game and you have access to it for 3 hrs.

That being said, a few things could have turned this game from very good to great (at least in my opinion)

1- No way to donate money

A- can’t tip performers on the streets B- can’t give money to beggars C- can’t even donate to bank accounts of people you know have some kind of illness or problem

Sounds pointless, but if you do it often enough in a game, the reason why you did it may carry over to the real world. A pebble in a pond or whatever but I think it can work.

2- Chatting NPCs

A- it’s only used to deliver low level context B- should have an “affection” rating tied to it, even if the reward is some spray or clothing item C- can’t use intel from NPCs (unless scripted) to prepare better for a mission

You can talk to your crew and get their thoughts after every mission, but that’s ultimately pointless. I understand they didn’t want to lock people out of content, nor wanted to force people into something they didn’t want to do but hey, I didn’t talk to Garrus every single time after a mission and he still became one of my favorite characters of all time. Same with Liara and Tali.

3- Tone

A- too serious at times B- it should have been more about their branding, at least most of the game (it kind of is but they already have the main game’s goal from the start) C- after a particular story event, some missions should be locked for a substantial amount of in game time

Saints Row games know they are a parody and work with it. Yes they shift tone in a way. From being funny and satirical to Ling, Carlos, Gat and even you dying, but it still felt within the themes of the game. In Watchdogs 2 you can have a gang after you, then you’re joking about some stupid shit. It shifts too abruptly sometimes. It’s not annoying just something that could be ironed out in the future.

4- HQ Hackerspace

A- you have your main hideout in a game store and you didn’t Gwent it? B- no hideout customization C- Marcus can’t recruit for Dedsec

Seriously, why didn’t you make a game within a game? You could have made a table top game and go all Gwent with it. And not being able to customize at least one of the hideouts is kind of a first in a Ubisoft game. Also, for story purposes I wish that Marcus had his own recruits. This could have been a game of its own where you could recruit the wrong person and then having to deal with that. Of course this wouldn’t be scripted, the NPCs are out there, (I call them trigger NPCs) if you recruit those that are under cover or from P8 or whatever, then that’s on you.

5- Social Locations

A- no interesting NPCs in most of them B- they serve no purpose other than one interaction and as a fast travel point

Something could have been done with these, especially if tied to the whole Marcus being able to recruit for Dedsec thing. A little initiation or test could have been done here.

6- Canon vs Player Actions

A- Marcus can kill a lot of people if the player wants B- at one point in the story Marcus does kill some people but gets no reaction from the crew

This is the same problem I have with the new Tomb Raider games, killing is not a big deal for these characters. It should be, like I said with the change in tone. They are hackers kind of having fun exposing the big corporations and the corrupt. They like to feel like super heroes but then the game is designed to have lethal weapons that the player can use, which is fine, that’s a gamified action which doesn’t have to be canon. But when it does happen in the story I expect more, taking a life shouldn’t be as uneventful as changing clothes

7- Clothes

A- nobody cares what you wear once you buy pants B- changing your outfit doesn’t affect in any way the follower multiplier

When you start the game, right after your initiation, your first mission is to buy pants. People react to what you were wearing before, taking pictures and laughing at you. But that’s where it ends. Also when you buy your first set of clothes, your follower number (XP) rises, would be nice if it had some kind of multiplier tied to it. The only game I remember that went through with that was GTA San Andreas.

Disclaimer

No, I’m not a Ubisoft fanboy, in fact they piss me off sometimes. I signed up for The Division’s beta almost as soon as registrations were allowed but didn’t get a code. Which sure, I can see that you have a limited number of codes to give, but when it happens that you gave away codes to people that didn’t register, that’s when I get annoyed. I had to preorder the game to get in, I honestly was considering skipping the game entirely.

Thank you Ubisoft Montreal

On the chance that someone from Ubisoft is reading this, I want to thank everyone that worked on this game. It was a lot of fun and looking forward to more of it.

[haulix]

Is The Living America’s next great rock band?

The digital age destroyed all barriers for entry into the music industry that had previously existed. For the first time in human history anyone with a computer could create, record, and distribute their music from the comfort of their own homes. As this trend grew increasingly popular the competition between up and coming artists reached a boiling point that shows no signs of change in the foreseeable future. In today’s economy, simply making good music is not enough. Those who succeed today must have marketing skills, networking skills, and a general sense for good business practices. Of all the talented music makers in the world only a small percentage can say they offer the ‘full package,’ and one of them just so happen to be San Francisco rock band The Living.

For those unaware, The Living are a self-proclaimed heavy atmospheric rock act from the Bay Area. Their music falls somewhere between Deftones and The Dear Hunter, but with a heavier edge that is incredibly hard to resist. The group has been making the rounds in Northern California for a few years, but they have been working harder than ever in 2017. With a successful headlining tour recently under their belt, the band is now preparing to self-release their debut album on September 22. You can stream the lead single, “Delay,” below:

When we first heard The Living we found hope for the future of rock and roll. Then we heard their album and realized they are, beyond the shadow of a doubt, one of the best rock bands in America today. With the right push they could soon be everywhere, so we decided to play our part and interview them about all things rock. Enjoy.

How’s life in San Francisco today?

“I work in an office so, ya know, typical office stuff. Pretty removed from the rock and roll thing.”

I think it’s good to not always have your feet in music. Keeps you connected to the struggles and experiences of regular people. You can appreciate how much they don’t want to be in an office because you’re there as well.

“That’s right, actually. Everyone at work was pretty surprised to learn I am in a band, but to me it’s like - everyone I know is in a band. It isn’t a crazy notion to me”

I spent some time with your new single, “Delay,” and I really love what you’re doing. There has been so much talk about rock being dead or forgotten as of late that I wonder what it’s like for you, the rock musician, in the industry today. What can you tell me about the existence of rock in the Bay Area?

“It’s pretty eclectic out here, actually. A rock scene definitely exists, but I think it was probably more prominent ten or fifteen years ago. Now there is a lot more electronic music, which is cool in its own way. But at the same time I wouldn’t say San Francisco has ever been associated with just one sound or style. It has always been a fairly eclectic place for music. One of my favorite things to do, in fact, is to check out all the shows happening on any given day and pick a random one to attend. It’s pretty great what you can discover.”

But kids are still coming out to the rock show?

“Yes, absolutely.”

This past week I was reading an article that claimed the digital age killed local scenes. The main idea was that the internet changed our perspective on new music. People used to leave their home to experience something new, but now everything is a click away, which - this article claimed - made people less willing to leave home to support local up and comers. As someone cutting their teeth in the industry, how do you feel about this idea?

“I don’t know. I guess I can see it both ways. For me, personally, I’ve learned about way more local shows and events through the internet than I did before.”

Let’s move on to you and your career. “Delay” is the first single off what will be your first full-length, correct?

“Yes, this is our first proper album. We did an EP a few years back, but didn’t really do anything with it. We started writing for this record about a year or so ago, and most of the creation came from being together in our practice space. I think only one song was written outside of that setting, composed if you will. We locked ourselves in that practice space and we would jam for hours hammering things out. We ended up writing a lot of songs, which we then cut down to 10, and we then recorded those. When that process was complete we ended up cutting the song list even further while still working at Atomic Garden studios.

It’s funny, looking back on that process now it seems like such an undertaking. When we entered the studio I would say we completed 75% of what made the record on our very first day. We recorded live, so it came together pretty quickly. The next few days we did patch ups and overdubs, stuff like that. I think it came out very raw, and that is exciting.”

When I first heard “Delay” I thought it sounded as if it were recorded live, so I’m happy to hear that was the case. I think there is something about recording in that manner, the looseness of simply performing as a band while the tape rolls, that captures something special. There is a big difference between how records recorded live sound and, I guess, more polished albums. This approach really seems to fit your sound.

“Definitely. I think it’s a pretty cool approach. I’ve done the opposite in the past, where you single track everything, and it’s just so meticulous. You’re sitting down most of the time, you’re the only one playing, and you’re so focused on doing everything perfect that there is no real vibe happening in the room. Recording live helps to capture at least some magic from the band.”

Rock is a genre where hearing a band live can change everything. There are rock bands known for live performances rather than albums simply because their studio work never comes close to recreating the magic of their concerts. I think your approach to recording helps bridge that gap.

“That was our idea as well.” [laughs]

We keep saying rock in this conversation, but to market yourself in today’s world you need a little more specificity. How do you sell The Living to people who may have never heard your music?

“You know this is something we’ve been talking about a lot as of late because it’s something we have struggled with ourselves. We’re kind of at this weird intersection where we’re a rock band, but there are also elements of metal, pop, and other sounds thrown in as well. All of this leaves us at a loss at how to promote ourselves, but lately we’ve gotten into the habit of billing ourselves a heavy atmosphere rock band. I’m pretty bad with all that, admittedly, but it’s something we have been working on. We know if we can get people to listen to it they will probably like it, so we’re really working on finding the best methods of getting it into their hands.”

The artwork for your record is pretty eye-catching, which will surely help attract new listeners. Where did the concept for the cover come from?

That is our good friend Sam. She’s an amazing artist. We basically sent her the record and a few very loose ideas for how we wanted the record to look. She took all that and designed a few mock-ups that we then reviewed. We ended up going back and forth a lot, but ultimately we decided to let her do her thing. We’re super happy with how it came out.

We’re still a few weeks out from the release of your album. How do you feel about the response you have received so far, particularly as it applies to “Delay”?

“Yea! So far we’ve received a lot of great reactions. I’ve actually been really surprised by some of the press we have been getting. Some writers have reached out to say they dig what we’re doing and that is always great to hear. There are also people who feel differently, of course, but I really try to not let that negativity in. I’m not hyper concerned with critical reception, but I have been pleasantly surprised by how much people like it.”

You just wrapped a short tour, but with the record coming I assume more show are as well?

“Our next gig is the album release show on September 29, which is exactly one week after the album is out. We’re still locking down support, but that will be the next big show. This fall we hope to hit Southern California, like San Diego and Los Angeles. We don’t have anything in the books beyond that yet, but we hope to get out more often and maybe even hit some festivals. Regardless, we are planning to promote this record  heavily as we move forward and continue working on new material.”

A big goal we have at Haulix this year is to better understand what determines success for artists. Obviously this answer is a bit different for everyone, but as it applies to you and this upcoming album release - what would you consider a sign of success? What is your goal?

“The goal is…Well, the first goal was just to make a record we all liked. On that front we have succeeded. Beyond that, our main goal is to get this album into the hands of as many people as possible and gain leverage for the next release. We’re still a pretty unknown band, so we’re focused on taking this as far as it can go and win people over along the way. That is why we keep booking shows further and further away, to get in front of more and more people. If we can do that, then we will consider this whole process a success.”

Last question: What do you hope people take away from your new music?

“I hope people have an emotional response to this record. When we were just on tour I saw a guy in the crowd singing along to “Delay” not long after it was released. He blew me away because I couldn’t believe someone already learned all the words. If we can make that kind of impact on other people that would be pretty great.”