#and she deserves to see this project so uh. guess ill do it and maybe regret it for the rest of my life

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Take a shot for every time I use an unnecessary comma. I don't recommend this, as you are sure to die of alcohol poisoning before you finish the first paragraph.

[therealvalkyrie]

Through the Mirror: Part 1

my body, my music

Pairing/setting: Detective!Levi Ackerman x Female!Ghost!Reader, modern!AU within the Walls

Summary: When you’re murdered one Tuesday morning, can Levi piece together the true circumstances of your death with your help from beyond the grave?

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: dead body, descriptions of blood, swearing, mentions of violence

AN: Welcome to my new series because I have no self control and can’t finish projects before starting others! Lemme just start off by saying updates may come pretty irregularly because I do have a lot of other WIPs to work on, but! I’m really excited about this idea and have a whole lot planned:) I seriously hope you enjoy. After all, who doesn’t love a good murder mystery? Drop into my DMs/askbox/comments/reblogs to let me know what you think! Be kind to yourselves and others. ~valkyrie

“Ah, shit! Hello!? I’m standing right here!”

The woman completely ignores you, stepping carefully over the puddle of blood and across your tiny living room. You cross your arms and pout. She ignores that, too. 

“‘Scuse me, boys, let the experts take it from here,” she quips, gently pushing past the two detectives and crouching next to your body on the ground. 

It’s ugly, but she’s probably seen worse, you muse from where you’re leaning against the door jamb. It’s only been lying there for a couple of hours, so at least you haven’t bloated to something out of an NCIS episode. Must smell horrid, though, judging by the mask the head detective has pulled over his face.

“So, you said the landlady called at about 7 am?” the ME inquires, cocking her head up to look at the detectives, nylon gloved hands held at the ready.

“7:07 exactly. Said a neighbor made a noise complaint, she came up to check it out, found signs of a forced entry, and called us.” It’s the taller blonde who speaks up, reading from an off-brand pocket notepad in his left hand. The kind you’d find on sale at Staples after Back-to-School season.

Interesting. You lean your head against the wall, eyes trained on the trio. You’d pegged the ill-tempered shorter one as in charge. Maybe he’s just the quiet type. 

“Hmm, alright. Moblit, get off your ass and come take the pictures before we move her,” the woman calls to someone behind you, and you turn just in time to get a face full of Moblit’s chest as he walks towards you. 

You cringe back with a “God, seriously?” to no response.

“Yes, sorry, right away, Hange!” Moblit hurries past- no, through -you, sidestepping the ottoman and the blood. It feels weird, like a strong wind, but not altogether unpleasant to have someone walk through you, you suppose. You look down at your chest to watch your misty body re-settle into itself before looking back at the group in your living room.

Were it not for the gruesome accents of blood flecked up the walls and your body riddled with stab wounds, you’d chuckle at how all four of them struggled to navigate the space. It’s cramped enough when it’s just you, fitting only a couch, a chair, a coffee table, your fern (Boris), and a narrow IKEA bookshelf. With the four of them plus a dead body, it’s like watching a freaking clown car.

“Sorry, excuse me, Captain, oh, was that your toe—?” Moblit’s struggling the most, having to move to capture different angles with his bulky camera. When he steps on the shorter man’s toe, he positively blanches, fumbling over himself to apologize while the ME laughs openly.

“God, alright, just,” the Captain pinches his delicate nose between a thumb and forefinger, then decides it’s better to wait in the kitchen. “C’mon, Gin, let’s chat in there.”

The Captain and the blonde detective both pass through you on the way back to the kitchen, but you only sigh and shake the tingly feeling of being incorporeal out of your fingers before following them.

“So,” the man called Gin takes the initiative, flipping back through his notebook and standing by the fridge. “I got statements from the landlady and two of the neighbors, numbers 303 and 304 down the hall. 301, directly across the hall, didn’t answer, but I got contact info from the landlady.” He pauses to read and scratch at his whiskery beard. “It was 304 who made the noise complaint, said she heard yelling this morning at around 5:45, and that she normally wouldn’t’ve said anything but it was, quote, the fourth goddamn time this week and I work the goddamn night shift, I deserve some fucking rest, unquote.”

You grin. Mrs. Sheffield was never one to mince words, something you appreciated when your ex-boyfriend got too loud and she took it upon herself to give him a piece of her mind. You catch a glimmer of a smile on the ornery Captain’s face above where he’s pulled his mask down before he gestures for Gin to keep going, keeping his thoughtful gaze fixed on the floor and his back against your countertop.

“Then after she called the landlady, she went to bed, only to be woken by us two hours later.”

“You said she called the landlady at 5:45 and that she works the night shift?”

Gin double checks his notes. “That’s right.”

“And she works at the hospital?”

“Yes, as a scrub nurse on the night shift.”

“But the night shift at the hospital ends at 6:30.”

“It was her night off,” you and Gin say at the same time before you catch yourself. They can’t hear you, anyway. This’d be a lot easier if they could.

Gin plows ahead. “But she says she keeps the same sleep schedule so she doesn’t, ah, fuck up her circadian rhythm.”

The Captain practically snorts at this, itching for a second under his silk cravat (can someone say pretentious) before settling back into a listening silence.

“303 says he didn’t hear a thing. College kid, looked exhausted. Said he was asleep the whole night after he got in at,” a page flip, “11 o’clock last night. Wasn’t much help, but looked genuinely upset when we told him about the murder. Wanted to know if there was anything he could do. Oh, but he did, uh, hang on,” more page flips, “He did tell us that he heard her and her boyfriend arguing a lot. Which is consistent with what Mrs. Sheffield told us.”

“Ex-boyfriend,” you correct into thin air. 

“A lover’s spat gone wrong, then,” Mr. Pretentious Captain muses. You huff in annoyance. A lover’s spat. If that’s all that this is written off as you’ll have some serious PD haunting to do. Chris may have been an angry, loud, disruptive manipulator, but he wouldn’t murder you. He didn’t murder you. “Any info on the whereabouts of the boyfriend?”

“Ex-boyf—!”

Blondie cuts you off, “Not currently, but we do have a name: Chris Henderson, works in admin down at the University. Lives across town closer to the Bridge.”

“Send some uniforms to bring him in for questioning. No arrests yet, tell ‘em to keep it friendly.”

“Right, I’ll put Dreyse and Bodt on it.”

“Dreyse, really?” Captain Cravat gives Gin an incredulous look. 

“Hey, she may look like a ditz but she gets the job done. And she might get him to let down his guard,” Gin argues, grinning. 

“Fine. I’ll meet them at the station, you stay here and make sure that mousy-haired dunce doesn’t fuck up my crime scene.”

“Hey, who’re you callin’ mousy-haired, short stack?” Hange actually sticks her whole head through yours this time, to butt into the conversation, and you shriek and jump away to the other side of your tiny kitchen, now sandwiched between Blondie and Shortstack. The latter twitches and swats at the air by his ear, as though to dislodge a fly, narrowly missing yours. You give him a weird look then turn back to listen to the ME. She’s leaning into the kitchen at an alarming angle, one hand on the doorframe and the other on the end of the gurney you assume is carrying your body. You shudder at the thought of being toted around in a dark, musty, humid glorified coat bag. Ugh. 

“—takin’ this baby”-she slaps the gurney twice and you flinch-“back so I can get started on the autopsy, Moblit’s staying to take more pictures and collect forensics. If Eld’s stayin’ here with Mob, does that mean you’re catching a ride with me, Levi?” The question is addressed to Captain Grump on your right, who gives a heavy sigh and pushes off the counter. 

“I guess so. I get to choose music though.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” she’s wagging a finger, grinning. “My body, my music!”

“How about my body, my music?” you suggest, following Levi. “I deserve it after the day I’ve had.”

Again, Levi twitches and swats aggressively by his ear, nearly hitting you full in the face this time. 

“You hear that, Gin? This place got a mosquito problem or something?”

“I do not have a mosquito problem!” and “No, sir, I don’t hear anything.” overlap in the air. 

Captain Levi only grunts, then starts spouting instructions, which Gin notes down. “I want footage from any cameras in the building, and from the shops next door and across the street. I want statements from residents both upstairs and downstairs. I want names, addresses, and numbers of next of kin on my desk by noon, and lastly, I want no one, save for myself, you, shitty glasses, and mousy-hair, in or out of this apartment. Are we clear?”

“Crystal clear, sir.”

“Good. I’m leaving you Braus to help and to show her the ropes of this kind of thing. Even though she’s on the case, she will not set foot in this apartment. I don’t trust her not to leave breadcrumbs in the bloodstains.

“Yes, sir.”

“I expect an in-person report before shift-change this evening. See you then.” Then, he’s sweeping out of the kitchen in pursuit of Hange and the gurney, leaving you to scurry after. As you exit your home, he shoots a young auburn-haired woman in a crisp white blouse and wool slacks a look. “Braus. You’re with Gin. Don’t go in the apartment.”

She straightens up from leaning against the wall with a jolt and brushes croissant crumbs off her front. “Yes, Captain Levi, sir!” It’s slightly muffled by the pastry stuffed into her mouth.

“Tch.”

It’s fascinating watching how Levi and Hange manage to navigate the gurney down the narrow, twisting stairs of your walk-up apartment building. They’re both clearly used to this sort of thing, communicating only in short phrases and grunts when they encounter an obstacle. Occasionally, you offer up a pointer and watch as Levi becomes increasingly irritated. 

“Watch out for Mr. Laslow’s cat, he likes to sneak up on ya!”

“Hange, do you hear— shit!” Levi hops to the side, narrowly avoiding the tabby tail as Tubbins McGee whisks past.

“It’s only a cat, Levi, dunno what’s got you so worked up today,” Hange teases, grin echoing your own as you chortle from the landing above them. 

Eventually, they spill out onto the sidewalk and into the bright mid-day, and Hange groans loudly, stretching with both hands on her back.

“Ugh. Remind me not to die in there, I’d hate to put someone else through that.”

“Boof, tell me about it,” you commiserate. 

“Noted,” Levi snarks. 

Hange removes jingling keys from her pocket and unlocks the ME’s van parked along the sidewalk with a beep, then opens the back doors and steps in. You follow, leaning against the cool metal siding to watch.

When they both load into the front seats and the engine turns over, you lean forward between them to listen in.

“So,” Hange starts, smoothly pulling out into the road behind a silver minivan. “I’ll be able to give you a more solid answer in a couple hours, but my initial estimated time of death would be around 5:45 this morning.”

Levi nods, staring out the passenger window while he answers. “That lines up with the neighbor’s story.”

“Theories so far?”

“Well, there’s the boyfriend,” he muses, lifting a hand to rub his chin.

“Too obvious,” you say dully, not bothering to amend the lack of “ex” yet again. “Next theory.”

He’s quiet for a moment, then mutter, almost too quietly for you to catch: “Too obvious, hmm? Next theory....”

You’re momentarily flabbergasted, hand falling through the faux-leather seat back in your shock. Can he actually hear you? You shake out your hand while it re-materializes, tuning in to the conversation as Hange’s responding. 

“—a little far-fetched, don’t you think? I mean, has there been any of that activity in this area recently?”

“Mm, I’ll have to touch base with Petra. If there has been, I think it’s worth looking into.”

“What is? Wait, go back,” you frantically plead, leaning further into his airspace. But Hange plows on. 

“Oh, it’s Petra, now, hmm? Not Raggedy Anne anymore?” Her tone is teasing, and she glances over to Levi for a reaction. 

He doesn’t give her one, just stares out the window pensively before reaching for the radio dial. The stereo blares up into an Oldies station, and you make a disgusted face along with Levi. 

“You listen to this shit?”

“Hey, my dead body, my music, sweetcheeks. Don’t like it, you can thumb it back to the PD.”

“How about my dead body, my music?” you suggest again, reaching for the dial at the same time as Levi does. Just as his slender fingers touch it, your hand passes through the whole front console and the oldies are replaced with a terrifyingly loud static screeching. 

“Christ, Levi, what’d you do?” Hange shrieks, lunging forward to punch the radio off as you remove your hand. 

“Nothing! It just went berserk!”

They bicker while you stare at your offending palm. “Huh. Didn’t know I could do that.”

If you can actually interact with objects, at least to some degree, and if it turns out Levi can hear you.... This whole thing might be easier than you thought.

[allie1804-fan]

Kerensa

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Chapter 9

The Griefcast Record

Keanu got out of the taxi at Whistledown Studios and headed in. Cariad and the recoding team greeted him and they got set up with teas, biscuits and a box of tissues on the table

“God, it’s just like a therapist’s room!” he joked

“Best to be prepared! They might be for me anyhow” she laughed.

Before we start though, can I just spend a moment being a fangirl and just say how amazing it is for me to meet you. There are so many films of yours I love – and my kids adore Duke Caboom!”

“ahh yes, Canada’s Greatest Stuntman” he boomed - “that was a fun role”

“and so perfectly cast right?”

“Yeah yeah I guess. I’m glad they picked me from the roster of Canadians they had lined up!”

“Ok, so thanks for letting me just gush for a moment! Are you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be!”

“First tell me the story of how we managed to get you as a guest.”

“Ok so right, so errm my friend Kerry is the link. I was filming in Cornwall this past year and uh, after we wrapped I was so charmed by the place that I decided to stay and rent a place for a couple of months down there. Kerry was my landlady and one day I came across her walking along the beach, tears streaming down her face and she was listening to your show which she highly recommended to me. I admit it took a bit of persuading to listen, given the crying thing!, but she told me it was more reassuring and uplifting than upsetting. Anyway, so sorry, this is turning into a shaggy dog tale!, so I did give it a go, really loved it

“Oh thank you”

“So then one day we were discussing an episode about baby loss, something we had in common and had talked about before and she said I should do the show. Now THAT took a lot more thought and persuasion, but she said it would do me good and there would be the angle of the man’s perspective and being someone with a public profile going through loss and you know yada, yada yada so here I am, finally!

“That’s amazing and thank you so much to Kerry for listening to the show and for your persuasive talents in getting this lovely man here today. So Keanu, as you know we always start with this question. Who are we remembering today?”

“Today we’re remembering my daughter Ava who was stillborn 23 years ago this year.”

“Ok so would you mind telling me a little bit about what happened.”

“So, ahh, it was in the spring of 1999. The Matrix had just come out and my life was pretty full on. My girlfriend Jennifer became pregnant around that time. It was unplanned and I’ll be honest, I wasn’t super happy about it at first, but she wanted to keep the baby and I said I’d support her, you know, and as time went on I was more excited than worried about becoming a dad.”

“And how was the pregnancy? How far along was Jennifer when Ava died?”

“Everything seemed fine, she, Ava was growing and developing normally. Jen was healthy. Then I was away filming, a god awful project as well! And, Um, ahh, give me a minute” Keanu cleared his throat and took a drink of water.

“I swore I wouldn’t do this” he said gesturing at himself tearing up, his voice cracking slightly “but sometimes, the memories can be, uhhh, very powerful, very vivid”

“Yes you can be taken right back like it just happened can’t you, however long ago - you know I’m 20 plus years out now and still very occasionally I can be catapulted back there. So, everything looked good but you were away, filming - and I’m sure it can’t have been an awful film”

Keanu snorted

“I assure you it was!, yes anyway, Jen went for a last check up at a little over 8 months and uh, there was no heartbeat. Ava had died and so I flew home and she had to, you know, give birth in a maternity unit, hearing all the other babies being born - I mean they have to do it there because you still might need, you know, that expertise and they tried to keep us private but those places they get busy and she had to go through all that with those sounds sometimes breaking through”

“Yes I hear that that is a common experience here in the UK too and one that SANDS, the still birth charity is trying to address. It’s interesting your choice of words: “she went through that”, presumably you were there so didn’t you go through it too?”

“Yeah, yeah - I guess, I just meant that it was worse, more traumatic mentally for her and obviously physically too”

“Sure sure, but awful for both of you nonetheless”

“Indeed, it was” Keanu paused a moment as though something important had just occurred to him “and she was beautiful too you know”

“awwwww” Cariad moaned sympathetically

“she was beautiful, perfect and warm, just silent, still”

Keanu looked up at Cariad, his eyes filled with tears once more and they both just sat for a moment, taking in the pain of his loss. Eventually, Cariad started the conversation again.

“And did you both hold her? Did the hospital staff help you, you know, to say goodbye to her?”

Yeah yeah, we did hold her. They left us be for a good amount of time, they took prints of her hands and feet and a photograph. You know they were supportive in that way, especially as we knew already, you know, that she had died, they were prepared. I don’t think we were, I mean I don’t think you can prepare for that, right? Your brain won’t let you, not really.”

“Yeah yeah, we talk about that a lot on the show, there are people who say it’s better when someone dies of an illness so you know it’s coming whereas with a sudden death you suffer more shock but I still think there’s a degree of shock you experience even when you have some warning.

“Yeah yeah and it’s so stupid, we’re all just so dumb because death is coming man, to us all but we just don’t want to think about it!” He chuckled

“So are you someone who thinks about death a lot?”

“Yeah yeah it’s always there in the back of my mind, spurring me on to do things, make that film, write that script, build that bike!”

“And do you think that’s because of losing Ava?”

“I don’t know, no not really, well maybe a little but that’s come more with getting older I think - I didn’t really have that reaction at the time”

“So what was your reaction, how did you grieve for Ava?”

Another chuckle came from Keanu.

“A more appropriate question might be how didn’t I grieve for her, at the time I mean!”

“Oh?”

“Hee hee you’re like a therapist, leaving the gaps for me to fill!”

“Some of my critics say I interrupt too much and start talking about me so…..”

“We’ll that’s not very nice is it? And also not true!”

“Thanks - Comes with the territory I guess, so please, go on, fill the gap”

“What was the question again?”

“It was about how you did or didn’t grieve for Ava after her birth?”

“Mmmm well we buried her, in the new year, she was born on Christmas Eve, which is uhhh, another tricky thing about it”

“Oh that’s awful, death on high days and holidays just adds another layer right?”

“Yeah yeah. They do - so um after that I went to Georgia to shoot a movie!”

“So you threw yourself into work then?”

“Yup, my trusty friend in times of crisis. In fact I did, let me see, 1, 2, 3, yes 3 movies in the next year and then started training for the Matrix 2 and 3 so I guess the answer is I put my feelings in a tightly locked metaphorical box and didn’t open it for quite some time!”

“And was there intrusion from the press , I guess this is pre the days of the internet being so developed and social media but how was that side of it?”

“Yeah there was some, you know photographers with long lenses at the cemetery”

“God! I can’t imagine”

“Yeah pretty low, right but in a way because of the taboo of stillbirth, people, you know interviewers and stuff, didn’t ask me about it. I mean I would sometimes say “no personal questions” but at other times that hasn’t stopped people.”

“Oh like what?”

“I’m thinking of when River, River Phoenix died, even if I said I wouldn’t answer anything personal they would still ask how I felt, did I miss him. I mean, fuck! Oh sorry I can swear right?”

“Swear away, sure, and god, fuck yeah, that deserved it. I mean obviously that’s a bit of a contradiction coming from me given we’re here and I’m making you talk about private things but”

“But I agreed, that’s the deal here, it’s not the deal to segue from “how was it jumping onto a moving bus to “how do you feel about your best friend dying!”

“Absolutely. So you said you dealt with it, but much later? What about Jennifer, how did she cope?”

“Umm, I don’t know - I mean what’s normal in that situation? She cried, she wailed like a wounded animal. Her mum moved in. I was away and not there to support her like I should have been. We weren’t really a couple either by then. We were going to co-parent but not as a romantic couple you know so it was complicated. To be honest I think a little bit of her died right then - and then she died herself the following April so you know, what you see before you is the last man standing of that family unit that might have been.”

“Woo that’s tough. You’ve really been through the mill as it were.”

“Yeah, yeah but you know I AM still standing. I’m lucky.”

“And how did Jennifer die?”

“Car wreck”

“I’m so sorry”

“Thanks, me too”

“So how is that, being the only one left? Some people talk about losing key people as losing their witness.”

“Yes! That’s it, exactly. Now it’s just me here to remember Ava, to remember her coming in and out of this world”

Yeah yeah that’s hard. So you said you dealt with it later? How did that come about?”

“Midlife crisis I guess - when I turned 40, I had a bit of a meltdown, you know, wondering about my goals, what I had or hadn’t achieved. I basically “ran away” alone to Paris on my 40th birthday, to escape any awful surprise party! And you know, I quietly fell apart in a vat of wine! When I went home my friend Janey was just like “Keanu, it’s time, time for therapy!”

“Ahhh it’s great isn’t it, big fans of that on the show!”

“Yeah I guess, I mean, ahhh I wasn’t that comfortable taking the lid off but yeah it did me a favour and helped sort my shit out. And a lot of the guilt and pain of losing Ava was gone through belatedly during that process”

“And why did you feel guilty?”

“Mmmm well I think I started to think I was a curse - my sister had been sick with leukemia, Ava had died, Jen had died, River, others as well and I felt guilty for that stupid film I was working on when it happened! So yeah, there were lots of rocks to lift up, inspect what lay beneath and deal with my emotions.”

“Well you seem like you have your shit sorted now”

“I’m a work in progress!”

“So now you’re, 23 years on, how do you remember Ava and Jen now.”

“Well it’s hard to forget the day for Ava what with it being Christmas Eve. I sometimes visit their graves - after dark if I can to avoid being hounded”

“What has the world come to when a person can’t be left in peace to visit a loved one’s resting place”

“Yeah it’s fucked up right?”

“Precisely.”

“And what else? , well I do have one little thing that my friend Alex who’s an artist, made for me. It was because of something she said she did to remember her lost loved ones. She would get a Christmas ornament that in some way represented the person and hang it on her tree at Christmas. So she made this beautiful little stained glass bird to hang up on my tree or in the house if I don’t have a tree which sometimes happens. So, uh, Ava’s name in Latin would mean bird or bird like so that’s why she did that, yes so I always think of her then and you know I would think about where she would be at a given point like when my friends kids have started school again after summer break I would think “oh Ava would be starting you know kindergarten or elementary school etc.”

“And do your family share in that?”

“Yeah, yeah - especially my mom. She has no grandchildren so yeah she remembers and we’ll have a moment sometimes yeah but it can be lonely, not having the other parent there who shares the same loss.”

“Yes I’m sure it is. Grief can be very lonely sometimes. Well, Keanu I really can’t thank you enough for coming on my little podcast and sharing your experience of baby loss and loss in the public spotlight with us today. Thank you so much for telling us about your beautiful baby girl Ava and her mum Jen.”

“Thanks for having me - I know this might sound weird, but it’s been a pleasure talking with you and remembering them today so, thank you and thanks to Kerry who suggested it. She said it would be good for my soul and she, as always, was right!”

@fortheloveoffanfic @omg-imagine @iworshipkeanureeves @toomanystoriessolittletime @ladyreapermc @paperplanesandwallflowers @patric9

[jawritter]

The Arrangement

Part 17

Summery: You are a young girl that was raised in a small church in Dallas, TX. One of the only churches left in the state that still practices arranged marriages. When your betrothed ran off to California you thought you'd escape the fate you were trained for ever since a small child. Now upon the death your parents your fate seemed to be inescapable as he's returned, and is ready to take you as his bride.

Book Warnings: Arranged marriage, loss of virginity, smut, unprotected sex, angst, language, suicide attempt, battles with anxiety, struggles with mental illness, age gap (about 11 years), I think that’s it, chapters will have warnings of their own!

Chapter Warnings: Angst, fear of flying, anxiety, social anxiety, some fluff in there, I think that’s everything.

Word Count: 1472

A/N: This book is a book about Christian and church based arranged marriages, I would like to take this moment to say that I DO NOT have ANYTHING against the Chirstian faith, and mean absolutely no harm to anyone! Especially Jensen’s family! This is a complete work of fiction, and should be treated as such!

Beta’d by the amazing @deanwanddamons who was awesome enough to do all this for me! It was a lot of work, and she deserves all the praise for it!!

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

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"Baby, you get the chargers?" Jensen yelled at you from the bathroom where he was doing his hair, getting ready to head to the airport to fly out to California with Jared and Clif. Jensen had booked a hotel room for the two of you, sort of away from the fray of California. 'Where the two of you could relax, and spend time together.' he had said. 

That part of it you were looking forward to, even if you were nervous about leaving the state of Texas for the first time. Jensen had reassured you enough that he would be there to take care of you, and that nothing would happen to you; that you had actually gotten a little excited about going to Califiorna  to spend some time with Jensen.

It was getting in the plane, and going thousands of feet into the air, where if anything went wrong there was only one way to go, that was what scared you,  that bothered you the most.

Jensen said more people died in a car accident than they did in an airplane. That didn't really help to sooth your fears. 

What did help was the fact that Jared had a private jet, and you wouldn't be flying commercial. That cut down on your time at the actual airport going through security and all that hassle that you weren't really looking forward to either. 

The one downside to that was that you were going to be stuck on a plane with Jared, a man that literally hates your guts, for several hours with no escape.

Your last meeting face to face was when you had gone over to his house right after you and Jensen had gotten married, and that hadn't exactly gone over well. So you were a little worried about being trapped on a plane with him to say the least. You had packed  a book and some headphones, hoping to distract yourself enough to stay out of his way, and just let Jensen entertain him for the flight.

The sound of the front door slamming made you jump. Jensen, knowing Jared was on his way, just stuck his head out of the bedroom door and yelled down to Jared and Clif who were waiting at the bottom of the stairs. 

"We will be down there in just a second. Clif, all the bags are packed and put by the door if you want to load them into the car?”

Shutting the door Jensen, crossed the floor to where you were standing, putting your purse over your shoulder. 

"You okay sweetheart? Are you ready to go?" 

Slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you to him, everything in you just wanted to tell the men downstairs to go away, and crawl back into the bed with Jensen and sleep for the rest of the day, not having to deal with anything. 

You knew that wasn't possible though, so you just nodded and attempted to smile at him when he kissed your forehead lightly, before grabbing your hand in his, and making his way toward the door with you in tow. This was going to be a long trip for you, you just knew it.

The drive to the airport wasn't as bad as you expected it to be. The boys all chatted while you sat quietly, and watched the Austin scenery flow by your window. Jensen's hand was still wrapped tightly around yours, squeezing you occasionally, letting you know that he was right there should you need him.

It was still very early in the morning, and the traffic hadn't gotten horrible yet, so there was very little to halt, or slow your trip to the airport down.

Even for early in the morning, the airport was crowded, people standing in long lines, waiting in one way or another,standing around talking on cell phones, and sitting on the floor waiting on their flight numbers to be called. You were shaking slightly as you held tight to Jensen's hand, making your way toward Jared's private plane that was awaiting you all, fueled up, and ready for it's trip.

Jensen leaned down and put his arm around you, pulling your tightly to him as he saw a group of young yours, probably teenagers, making their way towards your little group. He hadn't let anyone see you, even though everyone had found out that you were married by now. He still hadn't really posted any pictures or anything on social media, and since he had no projects really going on right now, no events where in place you where required to attend. There was no real reason for you to make an appearance. 

Something told you that you were about to make your appearance to the "fandom" for the first time. 

Your stomach knotted up even more than it already was, and you regretted  your choice of Jensen's oversized black and white plaid shirt, black undershirt, black knee length leggings, and black flats; with a ball cap to match. You were sure you looked horrible. You had very little makeup on, and your hair brushed straight down your back, the way Jensen liked it.

"Oh My God!! Jensen!! Jared!! I can't believe it's really you!! You guys look great!! Can we get a picture with you!!" The tall blonde was pretty much bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement, her more observant friend was looking at you with a sort of smile on her lips as she noticed yours and Jensen's hands entwined together. 

"Jensen, is this your wife?" 

Jensen looked down and smiled at you after posing for the picture with the two women. 

"Yes this is Y/N." he said, pulling you close to his side, and kissing the top of your forehead lightly as he squeezed your shoulders. 

"OH!! Can we get a picture with you too!!" the blonde said excitedly. 

Jensen looked down at you, almost apologetically.

"That's up to you sweetheart." he said. 

You could feel Jared's eyes on you, watching your every move. You knew that this was part of being married to Jensen, and you knew that this day would come eventually. You didn't want to disappoint him. 

"Sh...Sure... Uh Okay..." you stuttered out and they got on either side of you, and Jared snapped the picture quickly for them, then Clif started to usher them away from your little group.

"Okay ladies we gotta get going!" Jensen said, pulling you close to him again,wrapping his hand around yours. 

They thanked you all again gratefully, and you made your way quickly to the airplane. You were thankful that you were safe inside of it, which was surprising to you. You never thought you would be happy to be on an airplane, go figure. Your hands were still shaking from your first encounter with the fans.

"You did great baby." Jensen said, pulling you so that your head was down on his shoulder. 

"Yeah Y/N, you did really well." Jared said, surprising you even more. He thought you did well. Maybe you could do this after all.

The plane started to make it's assent, and you grabbed onto Jensen's hand tightly as he pulled you to him, kissing your head like he had developed a habit of doing every time he knew you were uncomfortable or nervous about something. Before you knew it, the plane had smoothed out, and you were in the air.

"So Y/N Jay said this is the first time you've ever been outside of the state of Texas. Are you excited?" 

Was he really trying to make small talk with you? That was new.

"Yeah I guess." you said shortly, and curled up closer to Jensen, who said nothing, just started playing with your hair and settled himself for the flight. 

"You know Jensen, they said on the phone last night, that if we all agree to do this, then we will be filming in Vancouver again." Jared said, seemingly excited. 

Jensen took a deep breath and just nodded. You knew he still wasn't completely on board with this whole revising Supernatural thing, even though you told him you would be there and support him every step of the way.

Jensen was afraid he would lose you through all this, that it would be too much for you, and you would leave him. Your mind was made up; you weren't going anywhere. No matter how hard or different this was. You needed to learn to live a little, not be such a coward. 

You lay there on Jensen's shoulder, him playing with your hair as they chatted between each other about the show, and the people they worked with that they haven't seen in a long time. You started to doze off,content with Jensen's strong arm wrapped around you.

'You can do this Y/N..." You thought to yourself as you drifted off to sleep for the rest of the flight.

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[minecraftfan11onscratch]

Connie Howlite Maheswaran AU - White Diamond’s rebellion

The origin story of White’s new identity, Howlite, according to this AU’s version of “Now We’re Only Falling Apart”.

Word count: 1,401

Tags: Steven Universe AU, Pink Pearl/White Pearl, White Diamond, Eyeball, Padparascha Sapphire, Original Gem, Original Gem Fusion

                                                       —

“You deserve to know everything. I was taken by White Diamond thousands of years before she had the Earth on her grasp. I always hoped I could be her friend, maybe even more! But she almost never listened...“

                                                      ~~

In the new base from Planet Earth’s moon, Pink Pearl managed a series of holograms showing various locations on Earth, as White Diamond look at them with cold professionalism. Since it was the first time the one-eye only Pearl ever helped a Diamond manage a colony, she did it cheerfully, looking with glee and curiosity with her eye at the holograms.

“Woah! I never imagined a Diamond running a colony is...so cool-looking yet dull!“ Pink Pearl said, enthusiastically...only to frown when she realized her Diamond didn’t reply at all. “My Diamond, do you want me to...make a joke or, anything?“

“A perfect Pearl never does that.“ It was the answer White always gave to her, and Pink Pearl got used to. Still, listening to that same six-word sentence after offering to do any informal activity a Pearl wasn’t supposed to do, saddened and annoyed her. But she always kept the latter feeling hidden well enough...after all, letting it loose would cost something like her lost eye. “Show me the status of the Prime Kindergarten.“

“Yes, my Diamond!“ Pink Pearl said, showing a pink hologram through the gem in her belly. However, the hologram only lasted for a few seconds before she lost focus and squeed in pure delight. “The first Quartzes are going to emerge! Can we see that? Please, please-“

“Fine.“ White Diamond reluctantly agreed with annoyance, rolling her eyes.

They descended to the lower floor with a orb that Pink Pearl activated, projecting the whole Kindergarten around her and White Diamond. For a Pearl that never helped her Diamond’s colonization before, it was a brand, whole new experience...but White was so, so much older than her, that watching it was like watching the same magic trick again.

“Look, my Diamond! We are creating life from nothing!“ Pink Pearl said, like a child in the middle of a toy store, running to a recently-emerged Amethyst. “Welcome to Earth!“

Sadly, the Amethyst passed by, ignoring the Pearl, to talk to other Amethyst’s. After all, it was just a illusion created by a orb.

“Aw...it’s just a illusion...“ Pink Pearl sadly said, before shortly regaining hope. “Wait, I could warp us both there-“

“NO! Don’t do that, or els-“ White Diamond suddenly bursted, before breathing, calming down and shifting her tome to something more strict but less angry. “Look, Pearl. A Diamond can’t talk so personally with her own court, at least if it’s not dire.“

“But it’s like, so easy! You just chatting...with them. The height difference is a bit of a trouble, though.“ Pink Pearl argued, projecting a hologram of White Diamond talking happily with the Amethyst’s.

“This is not the perfection example I should show to my Gems. That is not me.“ White Diamond pointed out.

“But it doesn’t mean you can’t blend in! Look.“ Pink Pearl said, as the hologram suddenly showed White, changing shape to a smaller form (but still slightly taller than the Quartz gems) with wavy hair, and her gemstone turned around to a front, and talking with them more like equals. “Can you try that and take me along, please?“

“No.“ “Please?“ “No?“

...

“Pretty please, my Diamond?“

“Fine... But never tell about this to anyone.“ White Diamond finally agreed, after a ton of begging from her new Pearl’s side. Her body glew in white, and the brilliant-cut diamond gem in her forehead rotated until it’s circle shaped top was the only visible part. Shaped just like how Pink Pearl “pictured”, this new form had wavy hair, with a high frail on the right side, black eyes, a vest-dress outfit, shoulder pads and dark gray sleeves, and three white diamond symbols on her clothes. “This is the worst.“ White said, swallowing her pride.

...

“My Diamond! Look! We have to look even closer!“ Pink Pearl said, picking the shapeshifted White Diamond’s hand and jumping down to the ground with her. “This is amazing-“

“Outta the way!“ an Amethyst said, pushing White to the ground.

“...whoops!“ Pink Pearl reacted, helping her Diamond back up. “Guess those Amethyst guards aren’t the most polite folk. But we’re fitting in, with no Diamonds hunting for us and salutes! So, what you say my...Howlite?“

“Howlite?“ White Diamond asked, weirded out by the name. Sadly for her, a good chunk of the unexpected day was about to be taken by her having to pose as a ordinary, bossy gem of high rank and be pulled by her new Pearl’s ideas.

                                                     ~~

“So you gave her the idea just for you both to have fun?“

“Yes!...it started like that. But...“

                                                    ~~

“Uh... my Diamond? Are you good?“ Pink Pearl said, noticing the lingering, troubled expression on White/Howlite’s face. “...you know. I never realized what I actually said was the inverse of the truth...we are taking life and leaving a hole. Uh, heeey, Ms. Perfection! Are-“

“Those beings...they’re just as perfect as my gems. They might even be as perfect as...me.“ White said, sadly, as rain began to fall over the two gems.

“Woah... maybe I really should’ve gave that idea like, a while ago.“ Pink Pearl awkwardly commented.

                                                   ~~

“So she realized what she did all along was wrong. She realized her empire’s ways were wrong.“

“So what?! She suddenly began to care about only one colony of hers?! Why she pulled us all into this? Why she didn’t stop the colonization at all?“

“It’s actually...simple. She thought she had gone too far. She crossed lines trying to implant her perfection across the galaxy; she crossed lines demanding a standard for gem-kind; she even crossed lines making her fellow Diamonds suffer through this. She did everything she could’ve done wrong as White Diamond, and the damage was already done for her to fix it as herself.

But she still decided to try and make a stand... as someone the Diamonds couldn’t predict. She was going to scare all the Gems out of here, but her plans changed when she saw... your fusion!“

                                                  ~~

After leaving the Cloud Arena, Pink Pearl and Howlite ran through one of Earth’s forests, full of white flowers.

“Only on Earth...only on this Planet Earth!“ Howlite said, with a wide ray of emotions clasing agains’t each other: shocked anger, surprise, amazement, curiosity, wonder... “A cross-gem fusion! Something that is not perfect, and not brilliant! Why a gem would ever-“

“Don't mind if I activate a fusion!“ Pink Pearl playfully said, picking both of Howlite’s hands.

She attempted to spin, just like how that Ruby and that defective Sapphire did when fusing for the first time, but she stumbled on a rock, interrupting the spin and making them both fall on the ground.

“Aw gee! I thought that if a Ruby and a Sapphire- but you’re a Diamond!“ Pink Pearl stuttered and blushed.

“And what made you think it was possible? Why you even act unlike a Pearl!?“ Howlite demanded, as a blush slowly began to form...a luminous, pink blush.

“I always thought I could be a friend to a Diamond; it was the previous case...but you are so different from me! We are so different! Do you even fully care about my ideas?! Or you’ll eventually tell me to stop?“ Pink Pearl said, venting out part of her frustration she kept hidden for so long, before being grabbed in the shoulders by Howlite.

“I actually care about you!“

The two madly blushing gems finally managed to fuse... For a short while. Before a body could even form out of the mass of light, it broke apart, dropping the components back to the ground.

“We did empire-prohibited stuff.“ Pink Pearl pointed out, with no ill feelings.

“That fusion... Sadly, we left her behind with Yellow and her horrible temper-“ Howlite was about to say, refusing to admit she was growing pity for the hybrid fusion, before being interrupted with a crash.

It was the fusion. Pink Pearl pulled her battle axe as Howlite watched the scene through the bushes.

“We didn’t mean to fuse!... Even thought we did it!“ the fusion said. “But I promise we can un-fuse! We-“

“No, no. Please.“ Howlite softly said, walking towards Pink Pearl and the fusion. “I’m glad I can see you again.“

[hopevalley]

I’m back, and with the usual nonsense. 

I’ve been thinking about that potential novelization again. Heck, I dreamed a while back that I was going to tweet Hallmark to ask “permission” to do it (but ended up tweeting them in the dream to novelize the Wedding March series instead). It’s fanfic. I don’t need permission to write it!!! (Dream!Me was stressed out at the idea that Hallmark could say yes, because then I’d be locked into writing it. I’m still marveling at Dream!Me’s confidence.)

I’m gonna ramble about the potential for a novelization of When Calls the Heart here, just ‘cause I can. I have a lot of thoughts and feelings and nowhere to put them. Read on if you’d like!

I like When Calls the Heart! I really do. It’s had its ups and downs, but overall things have been pretty darn awesome.

I don’t think any of us would be here if there wasn’t something about the show that really captured us, took us by storm. For some people it was the romance. For others, the friendships. I know people who watch the show for specific characters or character arcs (Henry comes to mind), or because they like the feel-good nature of the series while it deals with some realistically awful situations/issues; the Lee and Rosemary and the infertility plotline that popped up in S6 comes to mind, here.

Honestly, I wish I could trust someone else to novelize the tv series the way I’d like to see it done. Unfortunately I’m a picky baby and I have very specific ideas of what these characters are like from a more intimate POV than we get with the show, so...if I want it done, I gotta do it myself. (RIP my free time, though.)

The biggest roadblock, though is...feedback.

This fandom is notorious for being terrible about ‘participating’ and fanfic isn’t everyone’s cup of tea anyway. Imagine working your tail off to produce a well-crafted novelization of the series only for it to get ignored. I’d probably never write again...and that’s not me being dramatic, either. I think it’s fair to say “my time is worth something” and stick to that. It is. My time is worth a lot to me. I could use it to clean the house, do dishes, spend time with my husband, play with the cats, clean the yard, do gardening, work longer hours and get paid, play video games, crochet, et cetera. I have an endless supply of hobbies! It’s harder than it sounds, because it means I can’t ever dedicate tons of time to just, you know, one of them. On the plus side it means I’ve got something waiting in the wings no matter what mood I’m in!

The possibility exists that the story would be a surprise success, too. I mean, I doubt it (judging by the numbers, fanfic for this series isn’t that popular), but...you never know! Jack and Elizabeth are a focal point of the first few seasons and a novelization of the series would also support this.

Anyway, I think I said before that I was toying with the idea of pre-writing five chapters, posting them a week or two apart, and gauging interest based off of that. If people aren’t interested, I can abandon the project early enough into it that nobody has to feel sad about it. If people are into the idea, and take the time to comment on the chapters... Well, it looks like I’d have to keep going.

It’s just a struggle to get started.

For two reasons. 

The first is the possibility of failure. Now, you could say it’s not a failure if you complete the project, or no time spent on a hobby is wasted, but for me that just isn’t true—at least not completely. Writing is a hobby, but it’s a very personal hobby. I pour a lot of myself into those stories, into storytelling, and the very point of writing for me, especially when I post it online, is the social aspect of it. Fanfiction is a social hobby! When nobody comments on the story, nobody favorites it, nobody bookmarks it... 

Well, I might as well have just left it all in my head and not taken the time to write it down.

The second is...Elizabeth, and by extension, Jack. And, uh, by extension of that, Jack/Elizabeth.

Hear me out!

I think both characters have some good foundations going for them. Season 2 shattered a lot of the good things they had going on for the Dramaz (which I wholeheartedly disagree with), but I feel fully capable of warping the S2 events to better suit the characters we ended up with (and to avoid some of the unnecessary meaningless drama that never did sit right with me). I just feel like both characters are...a little bit...empty? And especially for focal characters, they need depth that the show just simply refused to provide outside of Dramatic Situations.

I’ve been working through some of that in my head. Something I always liked about Elizabeth was how she unapologetically enjoyed being rich! Whether she was in Coal Valley or Hamilton she sported fashionable things. She loved going shopping with her sisters, dressing up for dinner, et cetera. Her vague ignorance of people like Abigail visiting (welcome in the house, but definitely unaware of ‘dressing for dinner’) was this really nifty mix of like...endearing and frustrating. I think playing that up a little further, or rather...bringing it to the forefront, might be a great idea.

--

Speaking of Abigail, I think the character was an excellent addition to the series in the beginning and I’d prefer to continue along those lines, here. I’d fully plan to include her, but with my own slight twist on things; she stays Abigail. No Lorigail.

I can’t decide exactly what to do with some of the other characters, though. I greatly enjoyed Cat and her children, and as Emily is still around later I feel like I’d want to keep her around, but she needs a role to fill and it doesn’t feel quite right to relegate her to the very background when Elizabeth spent the first season going up to bat for her. I think I could figure it out easily enough, but it’s another consideration I’m up against.

--

Of course, this is all kind of hinging on the idea that the first five chapters would be met with some measure of success, because if people kind of shrugged over them it won’t matter what I do with Cat or anyone else.

Anyway I feel like it should be stated outright that I have no real intentions of completely altering anything...at this time. That could definitely change, though, if the readerbase wanted it badly enough and I felt it was appropriate. There are some things that I think need more attention, but that’s not the same as altering events, per se. Bill as a character comes on really mysterious but what’s the point of writing him that way when the entire potential readerbase already knows he’s married? Already knows about the counterfeit plotline? It might actually be more fun to get into his head and write some of those scenes from his perspective (third person limited, not first person; I despise first person). Then we have his reasoning (stupid or not) instead of the mystery.

Therein lies the reasoning necessary for anyone to actually start reading it in the first place: it offers something the tv show doesn’t (because text-based mediums can get into people’s heads and narratively examine their psyche) but doesn’t actually deviate hard from what people already know and like about the show. I guess you could say that it’s giving them more of what they like?

--

I think the difficult part of balancing a novelization has to do with the points of view; do you pick a few and stick with those? Do you GRRM it up and everyone gets it sometimes, or do you choose the scenes and select the narrative based specifically on how that scene would best be told, which could result in some people having more scenes than others?

I’m leaning a little toward the latter with the idea that some characters will probably never get their own scenes, because if a character is only allowed to have one, why bother even giving them that? I’m not sold on the idea though, because I can’t even choose a character who wouldn’t get a scene. Probably characters who just aren’t around enough for it to matter? I’m thinking about characters like Greta (the investor) or Jenkins (bank manager) more than I am even characters like Ray Wyatt, ‘cause at least Ray sticks around in the story for a reasonable period of time (and therefore might deserve a scene or two along the way).

(Though I mean, I can’t say for sure. We all know what happens to these characters, so maybe I’d have to stick with giving characters scenes who will eventually join the ensemble of Hope Valley? Hm.)

I guess it’s something to think about.

--

Rolling again with the assumption that the story is a success (let’s just be confident, here!) there are future aspects of the series that didn’t really do it any favors and/or weren’t presented in a satisfactory manner.

I’ll give a few examples off the top of my head: Season 2′s drama, Lorigail, AJ and Bill’s weird relationship dynamic, wedding drama for Jack and Elizabeth.

I can swallow a lot of nonsense! I like drama...when it’s interesting and done well. What I don’t appreciate is the cheap stuff, designed to fling a roadblock in the way of a romantic couple. Jack and Elizabeth didn’t need Charles to make things feel off/weird/bad, or for Jack to be made to feel unwelcome. I personally think the entirety of the S2 plot could be better shaped and molded for the characters. We can still have drama, but not at the expense of the characters’ integrity!

Just throwing ideas out there, but in the novels Elizabeth’s original contract was only for a year, so when that year was up and it was the summer break from school, she returned to Hamilton and waited to hear from Coal Valley to find out if she’d be invited back there for the next school term. I’m not against Elizabeth’s mother falling ill to get her back to Hamilton, but I’d prefer if her...extended stay there didn’t hinge of iffy (flimsy) health stuff. They resolved that way too neatly and it was just... I don’t know. It could have been better done, maybe to offset the potential for drama.

As far as Lorigail goes, I think Abigail taking on a role in town as part of the town council and eventually stepping up as mayor should come at a cost, and those costs eventually lead to her giving up her role as mayor (which would take care of a lot of the lorigail issues of her just being involved in everything). Obviously this is so far in the future it’d hinge on a very successful story overall, but I’m busy being confident so I’m willing to entertain the idea that someday I’d have to address this. 

AJ also doesn’t show up for a very long time but her introduction was pretty mediocre, and Bill’s reaction to her (not chasing her down instantly) didn’t make a lick of sense. Bill isn’t easily swayed by anyone’s dumb opinion, and he’s not a romantic in the traditional sense so it’s hard to imagine a kiss from a stranger made him slack on his job duties. An easy fix here would just be to show the good moments that had to have existed between the bad ones. The only reason Bill would let AJ go without even trying to find her is if he feels that 1) she doesn’t deserve to be jailed, and/or 2) she’s safer if she’s free. It’s not a huge issue in the grand scheme of things but I think it’d be a real shame not to ‘fix’ the issue while possible.

Finally, with the wedding drama... Honestly they didn’t need any of it. The church didn’t need to burn. If we want wholesome content: there’s been a bit of a drought and there aren’t any nice flowers for the wedding, so Elizabeth’s dad remembers that his girls used to like making paper flowers and organizes everyone to use colored paper to make them so they can string them up in the church. I mean, something little like that doesn’t really change the backbone of the story we’re getting (I mean, we’re here for Jack and Elizabeth’s wedding, a celebration of happiness, not for the drama that ends up being completely meaningless). Cute mishaps on the wedding day would be much better/more interesting/tell a better story.

(Or maybe Bill just about completely misses the wedding and then we get Lee and Rosie’s rings being used, which sort of ties in with how close Elizabeth gets with them in S6 storylines...)

--

The more I think about it, the more potential for an amazing story I find in this, and the more excited I get. 

Henry is SUCH an interesting character; it would be amazing to get into his head early on.

Imagine getting to see Elizabeth and Abigail’s friendship actually form.

Clara’s relationship with other people, like Abigail and Elizabeth, but also exploring the specific kind of grief she feels vs. the grief Abigail feels and how that might clash/be different.

Exploring the different relationships the women in town had with their husbands. Some were obviously still in love, some not so much, others ready to move on quickly and a few completely closed to the idea.

A schoolhouse/group of kids that isn’t replaced every ten seconds and remains somewhat consistent...

Getting to write Jack and Elizabeth actually falling in love over the big and the little things. 

Elizabeth as a passionate teacher.

Characters dealing with nightmares, good dreams, dreams about their friends or potential love interests... I want to see real raw human emotion, here! The good stuff, definitely, but maybe some of the bad, too, because writing the different ways they deal with it could be...fun.

Abigail being Abigail and staying Abigail... ♥

HOBBIES being a part of everyday life!!

CHURCH!!!!! SERMONS! Worship! Gathering together for meals! 

Rewriting some of the dangerous scenes to actually FEEL dangerous.

Writing in Julie’s perspective would be SO much fun.

Including travel time for the big events and shaping the world into a place where time MATTERS aaaaaa that’s so fun too!

--

Anyway, I’m rambling. I just really, really love the idea of writing this. I have so many thoughts and ideas I want to do, all without deviating too far from the source material that we all love so much.

It’s just hard to feel like I should spend my free time on it...but lately it’s really been gnawing at me, so...

We’ll see! It could be a lot of fun just to try. At least if I try, I’ll know. If I don’t, I’ll probably always wonder what might have happened if I had.

[magioftheseas]

Day 1 - Reserve

Written for @the-hinata-project 

Prompt: Reserve Course Student Hinata

Rating: G

Warnings: Lowkey manipulation and insecurity, but other than that, not much.

Notes: Alright, so I’m still in the middle of these, but like... Here’s the first one! They’re all going to be pretty short, around 2K but I’m gonna do my best to finish all of them so wish me luck...! And this first fic is gen. No ships. Next ones won’t be so gen. It’s also pre-HPA. Kind of.

***Alternate Ao3 Link***

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The last wish he made on New Year’s was a simple one.

I want to get into Hope’s Peak.

But of course that  would never happen.

“Can’t you dream more realistically, Hajime? Do you have any idea how expensive Hope’s Peak actually is? We can’t afford that.”

“I... I know that, but...”

“If you know then why are you burdening us with this? Please. Just think about other people besides yourself for once.”

“...sorry.”

His mother sighs, but ruffles his hair in a show of affection.

“You current high school isn’t so bad, right? You can make good friends here, and it’s a fine school.”

“I guess it’s...decent,” he mumbles.

“Just don’t even worry about Hope’s Peak anymore,” she tells him. “It’s impossible, and it can’t be helped. Keep your chin up. Okay?”

“...fine...”

Because he knew, after all, that she had a point. They couldn’t afford it. And he wasn’t talented. It was a pipe dream to attend. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Still...

--

For his birthday, he was given a new laptop to replace the old. It was a fairly recent model. Pretty expensive. Likely compensation. He can’t say he didn’t like it.

He wasn’t ungrateful. He doesn’t think so.

It’s just that I admire Hope’s Peak more than anything.

So much so that he finds himself on the forums first thing.

>Does anyone have any idea who’s going to be in the upcoming batch?

>They haven’t finished scouting, right? Oh, but I just saw on the news that an actual princess was accepted! Hope’s Peak really can get in anyone!

>Wow, actual royalty?!

>There’s this photographer I follow. She’s getting in, too, I’m pretty sure.

>I just saw Saionji Hiyoko-san’s performance last week. I’m positive she’s getting in.

>I’m more interested in the princess. Can you imagine how lucky it would be to meet an actual princess?

>>They’ll be running the lottery in a month or so. What I would give to have more of a chance...

>Wow, they’re doing that again?

>With how much getting into the reserve course costs, you probably have a better chance with the lottery...

>But if you win the lottery, you’re actually considered talented. Reserves are just...y’know, reserves.

>But you’ll get to meet the princess, potentially. I think the money’s worth it, even if all I can do is steal a glance!

>Still... Seems so lame that you can just pay your way in...

>But brand name recognition is pretty powerful...

>>I heard you can actually get into the main course from the reserve course if you do well enough.

>No way! That’s a pipe dream! Maybe if you paid like, twice as much!

>Must be nice to be rich, huh...

Hinata stares, wondering what to type, but also letting the thoughts swirl around in his head.

>>I would do anything to get into Hope’s Peak. But my family just can’t afford that.

>Yeah, mine neither. Who actually can?

>You’d be surprised... They’re getting a lot of enrollments.

>You can’t like...get a scholarship or anything? It’s not like you need to go to college after attending Hope’s Peak.

>Well the golden gates can’t open that wide, I suppose...

>It’s for the best. If just about anyone could get in, it wouldn’t be that special.

Hinata bites his lip, picking at the peeling skin with his teeth.

>>Still. I want to get in more than anything.

>If you aren’t talented, it can’t be helped.

>>I would give anything.

>Pffft. No kidding. I’d give an arm and a leg, probably.

>>I would give anything.

>A lot of people would.

>You’re like a super fan, huh. Well, I am, too, but still...

>>Getting into Hope’s Peak has always been my dream.

>Everyone wants to be special, man.

>But if everyone was special then no one would be special.

>It can’t be helped. You’re either born talented or you aren’t.

>Right?! I must have spent hours drawing but there was always that one person I could just never compare to. It’s hopeless!

>You shouldn’t say hopeless on the Hope’s Peak forums!

>Haha, sorry!

>>I’ve never been talented. There’s not one thing I’m particularly good at.

>Normie...

>>But I want to get into Hope’s Peak Academy... More than anything.

>Give it up. For your own good. Wishing for the impossible isn’t healthy.

>Hey, don’t tell him that! What if he ends up winning the lottery?

>Yeah, right!

>>I’m not particularly lucky, either.

>Luck’s not a talent anyway.

>Are you sure? I’ve known people who get ridiculously lucky while gambling...

>If they gamble too much, that luck’s bound to run out. And I bet they’re not that lucky, they just brag a lot.

>That might be true... Still it would be nice just to get into Hope’s Peak by chance...

>Whoever wins that lottery probably is ridiculously lucky considering how many people are participating. We’re talking like, every high school student in their first year in the country.

>Sucks to be other countries, huh.

>Maybe someday but for now, I like not having that much competition.

>Still a ridiculous amount competing...

>I bet it’ll be someone who can afford the reserve course if they haven’t already enrolled.

>No fair! That kind of thing should disqualify you immediately!

>>I just...want to get in...

>Yeah we all do. But it’s impossible.

>Impossible.

>Totally impossible.

>Pigs will fly first.

>I heard some Ultimates actually can make some crazy shit. We might see flying pigs pretty soon.

>That’s terrifying.

>>I just want to get in.

>You should get offline.

He should. He really, really should.

Is it really impossible?

“Of course it is,” he can practically hear them murmur. “Not only are you untalented, you can’t afford it! And you’re going to win the lottery, either!”

Hinata buries his face into his hands, shuddering.

I just... I just...

--

To his surprise, he later receives a DM. Shivering, he clicks it open.

>Would you really do anything for Hope’s Peak?

He doesn’t recognize the name of the sender but...it looks official.

>>Yes. Of course. Why?

>There actually is a program you can sign up for that will get you in without having to pay a coin.

Hinata blinked once. Twice.

It’s way too good to be true.

But he’s desperate. Beyond desperate.

>>What is this program? How can I sign up?

>Here’s the information.

--

What he’s about to do is how people get themselves abducted, he’s pretty sure. But right now, he’s desperate and... If it really was someone associated with Hope’s Peak, how bad can it be? What’s the worse than can happen?

I already have no chance getting in. I know that... But...

His heart was pounding as he took the train. He stared out the window, at HPA’s towering buildings in the distance, getting closer and closer, and he sucks in his breath.

It’s so shining that it hurts to look at.

Shining like a dream...

--

“Ah, Hinata-kun, you made it after all. So you have the necessary information?”

“Uh... Yes...” Truth be told, he didn’t understand most of it. There were a lot of words that were hard to read and pretty...advanced. “I just...well you said you couldn’t explain everything in just files, so...”

The other looked pretty professional. Sharply dressed and smiling in a way that at least seemed pretty welcoming. But...still pretty intimidating, considering the circumstances. Hinata ducked his head, feeling rather flustered.

“Yes, it’s meant to be kept very tightly under wraps, you see,” they laugh. “I need to assure confidentiality before explaining, Hinata-kun. Surely you understand.”

That’s...weird.

But it made his blood thrum with excitement to be a part of.

“I... Y-Yes, of course. Absolutely... Of course...”

“Sign this form, then, promising that.”

“O-Of course...!”

He scribbles down his signature without a second thought. The other smiled more, pleased. Hinata squirmed in his seat, and tried to keep his posture straight.

With that, the other sat across from him, polite and yet...expectant.

Ah... Hah...

“So you’re willing to do anything for this school,” they say, voice almost light but also dense with significance. “Might I ask why?”

“It’s...as I said on the forums,” Hinata mumbles, fiddling with his tie. Even dressed professionally for this would-be interview, he feels underdressed. “I’ve always admired this school. Always. It’s always been my dream to...to go there...”

The other nods, expression unchanged.

“And why do you wish so badly to go there, despite not having a talent that can be cultivated?”

Hinata flinched.

“T-That’s...! I...” He hesitates, but he soon finds the words just spilling out. “I just want to be someone I can be proud of. Someone who can stand tall. Be confident. Be significant. Isn’t that what I deserve?”

“Isn’t that what everyone deserves?”

Hinata’s nails dig into his palms.

“I admire Hope’s Peak...more than anyone. I will give whatever I can...and then more than that...if I have to.” His teeth grit. “Whatever it takes... W-Whatever it takes...!”

Even though I know it’s selfish and impossible, I just...!

He just wanted to be someone. Someone other than...this.

Unimportant. Unremarkable. A faceless, meaningless part of the mass. The idea of being consumed by mediocrity and insignificance for the rest of his life, never to matter, never to even be remembered, just to disappear, just like he never even existed—

“I’ll do...w-whatever...it takes...” He’s shaking, eyes wide and crazed. “Whatever it takes... Whatever I can...and then more than that...if I have to.”

“Ah. I see.” An easy smile. And yet, the atmosphere felt so heavy that it was near suffocating. “Very well then, Hinata-kun. That’s exactly the kind of attitude we’re looking for.”

Hinata lit up.

“R-Really?” He dares to let hope slip into his tone. “D-Do you really mean it?”

A nod.

“Hinata-kun... If you could be reborn from the faceless body of a miserable nobody into the world’s hope... Would you?”

“That...sounds too good to be true...” His heart really was racing, but he was flushed with excitement. “But... Y-Yeah... I... Of course...”

“Then, allow me to tell you about how that can be possible. If you agree, you’ll be accepted into the school, free of charge, no talent necessary. In fact, it’s even essential that you be talentless.”

I...don’t understand.

He doesn’t understand but it just sounds so incredible that he can’t help but be swayed.

“...tell me.”

“Very well.”

A folder of files is placed before him. They look too important to grasp. And the stamped out letters of CONFIDENTIAL stare back into his wide-eyed, shimmering gaze.

Fingers trembling, Hinata actually slices his finger open as he flips it open.

He doesn’t even feel the sting, as engrossed as he is in the text.

“I...”

The words swirl around in his head, over and over until he drowns in them.

“Do you need time to think about it?” the other asks him kindly. So kindly that Hinata is struck cold. “Tell you what... You can still get into the reserve course. You don’t have to say yes right away, and the deadline will be in a few months from now. You can attend classes here until then...and then make your decision on whether or not you’re willing to stay. Okay?”

“I... O-Okay.” Hinata swallows. “That’s... I’m okay with that.”

I said I’d do anything. And I do...want to do anything. But...

His hands are shaking while still gripping the files.

I can’t...let this chance slip by...even if it’s something like this. This is everything I ever wanted. Why am I even hesitating?

“It’s alright,” the other says reassuringly, taking the files away with ease. “Hinata-kun, I know you’ll make the best decision for yourself.”

For...myself. Myself...

“I...yes.”

“I’ll have them send in your acceptance letter and uniform.” His hand is shook, the grip warm and calloused. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Hinata-kun.”

“A-A pleasure... Yeah.”

Just like that, Hinata was stumbling out of Hope’s Peak, trembling and falling to pieces with every shaky step.

I have to do it, he can’t help but think. I have to do it, for...for myself...

This was going to be the year his life changed irreparably. He was sure of it.

[pennywise-chenle]

50 Questions Tag

Letsgetit✊🏼

1. What takes up too much of your time?

P: Watching kpop mvs, listening to kpop, watching kpop broadcasts, watching kpop interviews, watching kpop- yeah you get it

K: anything that isn’t productive tbh

2. What makes your day better?

P: If I get to eat dark chocolate🤤

K: nct 🤩 they’re such crackheads I love them (also when my friends hype me up)

3. What’s the best thing to happen to you today?

P: Pressed shuffle on my phone, the first song that came up was CLC’s No (it’s really good, highly recommend)

K: I ate two eggs

4. What fictional place would you like to go to?

P: Marvel or DC universe? But maybe just visit for like a week I don’t think I could handle a new super villain popping up every week

K: the Harry Potter verse,, wielding magic sounds pretty cool

5. Do you give good advice?

P: I think I do sometimes, but rarely do I ever actually listen to it

K: only when I’m knowledgeable about the topic/have experienced it before. Other than that no lol

6. Do you have a mental illness?

P: not one I am consciously aware of...

K: nope

7. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis?

P: No, never

K: not that I remember.. I do however have a weird recollection of dreaming about bert and ernie from Sesame Street shuffling around my room when I was like 4 (lmao I just laid there in bed and watched them in the semi-darkness it was freaky)

8. What musician inspired you the most?

P: Oh god uh Sunmi because she is an artist in every sense of the word and Ateez’s Hongjoong because of his work ethic and dedication

K: this is going to sound weird but Johnny from nct. his confidence and perspective on life is something that I look up to and respect (also I feel like he’s pretty hardworking cause dam 9 years as a trainee)

9. Have you ever fallen in love?

P: with myself, love yourself babies you deserve it🥰😤✊🏼🌸

K: Me and wonhos man tiddies are in a very committed relationship rn

10. What’s your dream date?

P: Oh you know nice walk on a beach, watching movies cuddled up on a couch~

K: we’re def hitting the arcade, eating out at a nice restaurant, and if they’re also into art we could draw/paint together 🤩

11. What do others notice about you?

P: My hair and the way I look, I’ve been told (even by my own mother) that I look intimidating which I DONT GET

K: poeple comment on my deadpan humor 💪

12. What’s an annoying habit you have?

P: Procrastinating and then having to go to sleep later than I need to

K: turning off my alarm in the morning and oversleeping

13. Do you still talk to your first love?

P: Yeah- every morning in the mirror, late at night when the procrastination has become too much, etc

K: I’ve stopped playing otome games

14. How many exes do you have?

P: one

K: none 😎

15. How many songs are in your playlist?

P: I have one playlist and it currently has 416 songs in it

K: 716 (I also have only one playlist)

16. What instruments can you play?

P: I’m pretty good at playing the recorder

K: I used to play the flute and piano

17. What do you have the most picture of?

P: kpop memes :)

K: memes 😔

18. Where would you like to go before you die?

P: Greece, Australia, SoUtH KoReA

K: Japan, Maldives, Europe

19. What’s your Zodiac?

P: I’m living that Sagittarius life

K: Libra

20. Do you relate to it?

P: yes? But I’m also a cusp so I’ve been told that I have Scorpio qualities🦂

K: yeah but I’m not “social” I’m like the opposite of that

21. What is happiness to you?

P: We going✈️ deep hours -being content with where you are in the moment and being able to smile for any reason

K: unabashedly being yourself while doing things that you love

22. Are you going through anything right now?

P: I’m going through something new everyday, but recently it’s been questioning my future

K: aren’t we all tho,, that’s the essence of life

23. What’s the worst decision you ever made?

P: I can’t say it’s the worst but the most glaringly bad decision I’ve made is not taking history earlier cause now I have to take it during the summer🙃

K: not being assertive enough

24. What is your favorite store?

P: probably ulta💄

K: Hollister lol

25. What is your opinion of abortion?

P: Well that escalated quickly- to each their own, if that’s the choice you take you should be able to make it

K: if u can’t properly support the baby why subject it to that type of life?

26. Do you have a bucket list?

P: Travel the world I guess

K: id like to hone my artistic skills

27. Do you have a favorite album?

P: Hell yeah, Ateez’s Treasure: All to Zero and Zero to One album (Say My Name, Treasure, and HALA HALA are BOPS)

K: EXO’s EX’ACT album

28. What do you want for your birthday?

P: To be acknowledged😪, no but my birthday often falls on Thanksgiving so it’s like me vs. turkey day

K: a macbook

29. What are most people’s first impressions of you?

P: I kinda already talked about this but intimidating

K: extremely quiet 🦶 it’s the biggest thing about me that I wish I could change

30: What age do you seem according to people?

P: I don’t actually know, but I will always be 5 in my own eyes

K: yo I actually have no idea

31. Where do you keep your phone while you are sleeping?

P: Next to me charging which is probably dAnGeRoUs

K: across the room so I can attempt to get my ass out of bed when my phone alarm goes off (spoiler alert: it doesn’t work)

32. What word do you say the most?

P: My daily vernacular is just littered with “yeehaw” and “oh my god” and “hahah”

K: “dude” and “like”

33. What’s the oldest age you would date?

P: Probably 3 years older than me

K: depends but nothing extreme

34: Whats the youngest age you would date?

P: Anyone more than 1-2 years younger than me is a no-go

K: same answer as the last question

35: What job/career do most people say would suit you?

P: A psychologist

K: art-related career

36. What’s your favorite music genre?

P: kpop and alternative

K: R&B, hip hop, lofi, kpop

37. If you could live in any country in the world, where would it be?

P: I don’t actually know, I would need to do a comprehensive search of all my options

K: ^^^

38. What is your current favorite songs?

P: Say My Name by Ateez, Noir by Sunmi, Thrilla Killa by VAV, Victory Song by Stray Kids, Beautiful by Monsta X, and Yestoday by NCT U

K: Don’t Hang Up by Suran, Light by ATEEZ, Trauma by EXO, Home by BTS, V by Jay Park

39. How long have you had this blog for?

P: Since late November I think?

K: ^^^

40. What are you excited for?

P: I got tix to see Monsta X!!🤠

K: school ends soon 🤠 can’t wait for summer letsgetit

41. Are you a better talker or listener?

P: Neither, I’m just a mess all around

K: listener, but if I’m comfortable enough around the other person I become a lot more talkative

42. What is the last productive thing you did?

P: I ate breakfast

K: I petted my dog

43. What do you want for Christmas?

P: That’s too far in the future man, idk

K: a macbook

44. What class do you have the best grades in?

P: French and Anatomy

K: art (does that count?) and Physics

45. On a scale of 1-10, how are you feeling right now?

P: Like a 7, it’d be a 9 but I have some projects that I need to finish :(

K: 6 cause I have so much work that I need to finish

46. What can you see yourself doing in ten years?

P: Getting swol💪🏼😤

K: managing an empire of meme accounts

47. When did you get your first heartbreak?

P: We going ✈️sad hours- when someone very close to me passed away

K: I actually don’t know if I’ve ever had a proper heartbreak

48: What age do you want to get married?

P: I don’t plan on getting married I’m gonna live forever

K: it depends honestly

49. What career did you want as a child?

P: You know the usual- actress, singer

K: a doctor/ smth health-sci related

50. What do you crave right now?

P: A full 8 hours of sleep

K: more free time to watch my kpop boys

P: Wow that was a lot of self reflection

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Con-Blue’s - Chapter 1

A/N: Hey, I’ll put another A/N at the end of this chapter, but I wanted to say thank you to everyone who’s liked and commented on my stories so far. this is a Jensen!daughter fic, and the daughter’s gonna be a little different to everyone else. It plays a major role and it’s something I live with, and always will. People think Autism hinders you, but in reality it is you. I love my autism. I hope people will think I write mine with justice. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this story and want more of it. Please like, comment, and talk to me. I love my followers! (and constructive criticism is always welcome to. I’m always looking to better myself.)

Trigger Warnings: Autism, Long Lost Family, Depression, Anxiety, Abandonment.

Summary: Veronica “Ronnie” Lockhart found something in her life that she never needed nor wanted. She never asked him for a damn thing. That is until her mother kicked her out. Now Ronnie needs the help of her father, Jensen Ackles. She’s a girl with autism, and she hates change. But maybe this one will be the change she’s always needed to feel at home with herself. With the help of the Supernatural cast and families, as well as her best friend Alex, will her life finally stabilize?

Word count: 3001

Tag List:  @winchesters-favorite-girl  @winchester-writes  @storyofawinchester  @rosie-winchester  @bea789 (Anyone can be added. Just ask!)

“Are you sure you want to do this, Ronnie?” My best friend, Alex asked for the trillionth time today. And to think, this all started a month ago at school.

Mrs Newbury was, as per usual, droning on and on about something scientific. I’ll be completely honest with you, I’m terrible at science. I keep failing it, and nothing even motivates me to try and pass my classes. I’m not all that academic. Besides English and Performing Arts, I don’t really do well at school. Not that it’s a massive problem for the school board. They blag it off as us being special needs students. Which we are, but I feel like that’s all the school thinks of us. But I’m starting to drone on about school, and let’s face it, nobody deserves to be that bored, so let me tell you the relevant points about that day.

We were told to do a family tree for homework, which didn’t initially scare me because I figured they’d give me just my mother’s side to do.

Mrs Newbury is very traditional, so I had to do my father’s side as well.

I had no clue who my father was at that point.

I dreaded going home to ask my mum about my dad’s side of the family.

Mrs Newbury has had it in for me ever since I burned her sheets on a Bunsen burner one lesson.

And that school day wasn’t even the worst I’d had in my life. It’s what happened once I came home.

You see, I’ve asked my mum about my dad about three times in my life. Once when I was really little and started learning that everyone has a dad. The second time was when I was a bit older and went to the doctors. They asked my mum if there was any history of hereditary illnesses, so I asked if dad had. And the third time, I did it to piss her off. She’s always hated the mention of the man, and whenever my grandma mentions my father, she doesn’t speak to her for a month. So asking her about it for school makes me feel like being sick.

I walked in through the front door and smiled nervously at her. I mentioned Mrs Newbury gave us a project and I needed my birth certificate. She froze in her place for about five seconds before going absolutely ballistic. “If you want your birth certificate so much, you should leave this house!” Were her exact words. I was so angry at that point. Why was she so defensive? Well, I found out as soon as she threw the crumpled piece of paper at me.

Turns out my dad is Jensen Ackles, star of my favourite TV show, Supernatural. So I’ve been looking up to this guy for ages, and been going on about him and his co-stars to her, and whatever happened, it ended badly. So after a week of meticulous planning, I got in touch with my American pen pal, Alex Gateley. He’s so funny and we’ve been speaking for years. Since we bonded over a band online. And then we came up with a plan.

“If only I had the money. Then I’d buy a plane ticket, find him at a convention in America, and then the rest will be history.” I said to him.

“Veronica, you do realise I can help you?” Alex replied.

His family isn’t wealthy, but they have enough money to burn it a bit. I shook my head and told him I couldn’t do that.

“My parents love you. They’ve always wanted to meet you. And as we’ve been speaking I’ve found out that they have a con in Los Angeles in three weeks. That’s a thirty-minute drive from where I live. So you can stay at our place. And then when it’s con time I can drive us there. Sound good?” He asked.

I kept saying it was too much for him to do, but he kept insisting and I eventually gave in. And skip ahead a few weeks, and we’re outside the con.

“It’s something I have to do, Alex. Whether I’m sure or not.” I told him. He didn’t know what to say to that, so he just scratched the back of his neck.

“Got the birth certificate?” He asked. I nodded my head.

I smoothed over it’s folds with my thumb. It was now the single most important possession of mine. I kept it zipped up in my pocket. We left and locked the car then made our way into the con. Even from outside you could feel the excitement in the atmosphere. I must’ve been the only person there who was tense as hell. Apart from maybe Alex, but he was tense for different reasons. He was stressed for me, and making sure everything ended up okay. I was tense to do it though. But I knew I had to. We went to the counter and got checked in.

“You guys don’t have any photo ops or autographs? I guess it’s fun just to be in the hall anyway.” One of the workers said for chatter. The hall is where it would have to happen, I guess.

“When’s the first Q+A for Jensen?” Alex asked with a smile on his face. He always was a bit of a charmer.

“That’s starting in…” She began, checking the timetable. “Five minutes. I guess you should go. Have fun!” She said with a kind smile on her face. Her bubbly attitude was kind of grating at the moment. But usually I’d be just as bubbly. Maybe even hyper. I don’t know. I guess I haven’t been myself since this whole thing started. I blame Mrs. Newbury.

We walked into the hall and took our seats – hoping and praying I’d get a chance to talk to him. I knew I wouldn’t get too many chances at this. He was only here for the weekend and doing two Q+A’s in total. Everyone in the room was buzzing for him to come on stage. Well, him and Jared – his co-star and best friend. When they finally did it was like the room exploded into cheers and applause of star struck delight.

“Hey guys!” Jared greeted with a wave. Jensen just waved with him with a huge grin on his face. You could tell how much they love doing this. And here I am, possibly about to ruin one of their lives. I sat down along with everyone else in the room.

“So, who has questions for us?” Jensen asked. We made a plan earlier to both raise both our hands so we get an even bigger chance, but right now I didn’t think I could. I guess my heart was ignoring my head as my arm raised gradually. And what am I even going to say to him if I get picked to speak? “Oh yeah, just wanted to say I think I’m your daughter. I mean, why would my mum lie, right?!” Nah, that’s way too casual. And it wouldn’t accurately express everything anyway. Besides, I’d probably get kicked out of the con and I’d never know.

“Well, we rarely get guys asking questions. How ‘bout you?” Jared asked, pointing at Alex. A microphone was passed to him, and it was then that I realised, I didn’t have a lot of time to figure out what I was going to say. I guess I’ll just have to improvise. But how could I improvise what was essentially a make or break moment of my life.

“Uh-“ Alex said, nervous as hell. I couldn’t blame him. He hates being centre of attention. If it were up to him he’d be a hermit crab. Besides, what he was about to start was the furthest thing from a hermit’s chosen lifestyle. “I actually came here with someone who has a really important question to ask you. Is it okay if I just pass you on to her?” He asked, gulping. Jensen smiled and nodded his head.

Suddenly the microphone was handed to me, and I felt everyone’s eyes on me. Alex sat down straight away, leaving me to stand up. I used my free hand to unzip my pocket and put my hand in it. The certificate was still there. I scrunched my eyes shut tight. Then I opened them.

“Hey. I’m Veronica Lockhart – daughter of Brynn Lockhart.” I added. Jensen’s eyes widened slightly as everyone else in the room seemed to giggle.

“Thank you for stating your ancestor’s name. Are all Brits like this?” Jared jested. Not out of nastiness. Just because he’s like that. At least from what I’ve gathered from interviews and stuff.

“My question is for Jensen.” I said, noticing Jensen already getting emotional. “Do you remember her? At all? Because if you don’t that’s fine. But if you do, I think you can gather who I might be.” I said. The whole room turned into a state of confusion. Apart from the three in the know. Me, Alex, and Jensen.

“Y…You mean…?” He asked, with a quavering voice.

“I don’t know for sure, but I have my birth certificate.” I said. I took the paper out of my pocket. It’s so weird. I wouldn’t expect to have a piece of paper become so significant in my life. “I would’ve spoken to you privately, but there was no money left from my flight. My mum kicked me out. There was no way mum would give me a clue about how to find you. And I couldn’t get a photo op or an autograph. My whole life my mum has been evading the whole discussion of my father. But I think you’re it.” I said, with tears in my eyes. Everyone around me seemed to be in shock, but I was hyper-focussed on trying to figure out what Jensen was thinking. I could barely see him. He was such a blurry figure through the tears. Even Alex stroking my hand with his thumb felt numb.

“J?” Jared said in the mic, trying to get Jensen’s attention. I was hysterically crying. I never wanted it, and now it’s here it’s like it’s not how I wanted it at all. There was no way this could make me happy.

“I’m sorry.” I said. I ran out of the convention with Alex hot on my tail.

I covered my mouth with my hand and let out these guttural sobs, then as they turned into hiccupping cries, my hand lowered to my stomach. Alex caught up with me and put his hand on my shoulder.

“It’ll be okay.” He said, pulling me into a hug. I sniffed.

“No. It won’t. I’ve basically just ruined his life.” I said through my choky moans. “Can we just drive somewhere?” I asked.

“I wouldn’t go anywhere if I were you.” A voice said from behind me, and I turned around to see the owner.

A large man with huge muscles came forward. He had a lot of tattoos, a bald head, a greying beard and sunglasses. He came closer.

“Leave her alone, man. She’s had a rough day.” Alex stood up for me. He kind of separated me from him. Sort of ironic considering Alex’s skinny stature and timid presentation.

“I know that, I promise I’m not here to hurt either of you. I’m here to help. I’m Jensen’s body guard.” He said.

“How can we be sure?” Alex asked. He had a point. I mean, apart from having all the right looks of a body guard, we had no definitive proof he was who he said he was.

“My name’s Clif Kosterman. One f. You can look me up online, I swear I’m here on his behalf.” He said. Even from that I could tell he was genuine, but Alex looked him up just to be sure. I looked at the screen as he typed. Pictures of him with the guys came up. It was true.

“Well, if you’re here to tell me to never see him again, you don’t have to worry. I’m sure he wouldn’t want me after I ruined his career and family anyway.” I said with finality in my voice.

“He wants to talk. He sent me to run after you. He doesn’t want the situation to escalate for your sake.” He said. I wiped my eyes with my sleeve. Alex let out a breath of laughter.

“Bit late for that, don’t ya think?” He said, getting angry on my behalf.

“It’s okay, Alex.” I said, not wanting him to get in any trouble. Besides, if we should get angry at anyone, it should be my mum.

“No. No it’s not okay. You deserve better.” Alex said. I shook my head.

“I don’t deserve anything. Okay? I expect nothing and I still get less. I don’t even get a family. I can guess how this conversation’s gonna go. Let’s just get it over with.” I said. Clif shifted awkwardly, then led us to the green room. Basically the room for the stars to unwind and take a break. We went through the back of the convention and entered the room. It was empty apart from one man. Jensen.

He looked how I always imagined him to look in person. Skinny, yet muscly. Tall, but not overwhelmingly so. He had sandy blonde hair, green eyes, a slightly different shade than mine, but the same shape. He had freckles, heavy stubble. Everything about him looked how I imagined him. Everything apart from the bags under his eyes. He must be taking this hard. Not that I’m exactly easy to handle.

“Wh- um… How long have you known?” He asked.

“About a month.” I answered. We all walked further into the room and Clif closed the door. Everyone was sitting down, but I stayed standing. I knew I wouldn’t be here for long. I just needed to handle it. To rip it off like a plaster. He smiled slightly.

“How old are you?” He asked.

“Eighteen… just.” I answered.

“Finishing school soon then?” He asked, attempting small talk.

“Jensen, I’m sorry. Okay? I’m sorry I dropped that bomb on you. It wasn’t fair. But I had no other way of finding out if it was true, and even now I have no way of knowing it is.” I said.

“What are you talking about? Of course…” He began rather quickly, then he cleared his throat, looked at the coffee he was swirling around in his paper cup, then looked back up at me with a slight smile. “Of course you’re mine.”

“What? So that’s all you’re gonna say? How do you know?” Alex pressed.

“Well, we can do a paternity test. I think we both need confirmation, but I think… No, I’m sure of what the results will be. It’s just – she lied. She completely lied to me. After everything…” He said, being vague about everything he was saying.

“Even if we do a paternity test, what then? What will your family say? I’m sure I’m not wanted by them, and I’ve ruined your life enough.”

“You think you’ve ruined my life?” He asked, sounding sad.

“You don’t exactly seem impressed by my presence.” I pointed out.

“I am. Believe me, I am. It’s just… I don’t know. A shock, I guess? I’m gonna do right by you. I promise. It’s a lot to get my head around.” He said to me. I calmed down a bit then. I walked slowly to the nearest chair and then sat down.

“What have your family said?” Alex asked.

“Well, I’ve just texted Danneel. She’s still writing back. It’s a lot to process for both of us.” He said. “How do you two know each other?”

“Oh, um. Online. We met on this website. Kind of a fan website of our favourite band at the time. They’re actually my favourite band still for that reason alone.” Alex said. I couldn’t help a slight smile from being plastered on my face.

“What band?” Jensen asked, trying to take an interest.

“Dust Biters.” I answered meekly.

“Cool. Um, when did you become boyfriend and girlfriend?” Jensen asked. My eyes widened and cheeks flushed a rose red.

“We’re not.” I said.

Not that I haven’t thought about it. Alex is, for a lack of better word, hot! He’s got messy, side swept brown hair, and he wears a bandana to keep it from falling over his face most of the time. He’s got dark brown eyes and an almost constant cheeky grin. His humour makes me adore him. But he’s my friend. I wouldn’t even think about becoming more than that. It’ll never happen. Alex looked as embarrassed as me.

“Oh. Sorry.” He said. For him the awkwardness was over. For me and Alex, we were still revelling in it.

Suddenly Jensen’s phone buzzed. Again and again. I guess Danneel decided to call him.

“I guess I’ll answer this.” He said, picking up his phone. Clif then tried to get my attention.

“This uncertainty will pass, kid. I promise ya.” He said. I smiled gratefully at him. Looks can be really deceiving. When I first saw him I thought he was gonna kill me. Turns out he might be about the most helpful human being in the world.

“Hey honey.” Jensen greeted over the phone. “Yeah, she’s with me… no, no… oh yeah. Of course we are. No, I totally agree. Did you tell the kids…? Right. No. No and I don’t think I should for a while. Yeah but not now. I know. Of course I love you… like five minutes. Yeah we’re getting it done as soon as possible. Okay. I’ll call you after. Love you too. Bye.” He said before switching off his phone.

“Is… is she okay with this?” I asked. Jensen turned to look at me. For the first time today, I couldn’t read him at all.

A/N: Hi everyone! I hope you liked this chapter! So, mainly I just wanted to say that Alex Gaskarth is who I envision to play Alex in the story, so if the gifs I add seem off because of different people playing different roles, just know that it’s because I see different people who have never met (to my knowledge) merging together and being the people in this fic. As well as this, I want to say about the tags: Of course everyone’s welcome to be on the list, whether it be for this story or every story I write. However, I also want to say that if your url changes could you please notify me? It’d help heaps. And if you don’t want to be in my tag list anymore, please don’t hesitate to tell me. You don’t have to say why, and I won’t judge. These fics are only for fun and to get to know you all better. But I digress. If there’s anything at all you want to talk to me about - be it about the fic or otherwise, my ask box is always open! See you around! :D

(This is not a Danneel hate fic. She’s a good’un in this fic, as I’m sure she is in real life. Any hate for ANY of the IRL actors portrayed in this fic will NOT be tolerated.)

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undertale! and tp of course. and ffix. :3 Lisa too.

it took me so long to find where id put this meme on my blog ducks lolUndertale1. my beautiful cinnamon roll too good for this world fave: clearly this is flowey(asriel). im sorry he gets too much hate me to ever put him anywhere else he’s a fucking darling. my favourite murderer who’s done nothing wrong in his life ever.2. my trash-shit fave: no one in ut can fall under this tbqh. even tho they all have their issues they’re all good eggs.3. my I love to hate them fave: i love everyone in ut im sorry4. my I hate to love them fave: sans lol5. my I wouldn’t piss on them if they were on fire non-fave: tbqh no one in ut deserves this unmitigated rage from me. i guess grillby’s cool with being on fire though?6. my I didn’t care about them either way at first but the fandom makes such a big deal about them now I can’t stand them non-fave: …I Actually Adore Chara but. it’s so hard to find shit that explores flowey that isn’t more focused on them so there’s resentment.7. my I could take them or leave them kinda non-fave: uh….8. my I will go down with this ship and I won’t put my hands up and surrender, there will be no white flag above my door. I’m in love and always will be fave ship: flowey/frisk, tbqh. soriel. chara/frisk/asriel (but only when theyre all together lol).9. my dirtybadwrong fave ship: charasriel bc like…. shit that relationship was toxic. but also, they’re kids and they could actually develop some healthy ways of dealing w each other after if they werent like… dead10. my they’re cute together and I dig them but I’m not all that terribly invested kinda fave ship: alphyne, which is cute and canon. id read fic if it was given to me, i like projects people do of those two, but i don’t tend to seek it out.11. my I didn’t care about this ship either way at first but the fandom makes such a big deal about it now I can’t stand it non-fave ship: hm. uh, cha/risk. a little. im ok with it, i mean. ive got complicated feelings. i reblog art sometimes still… and i like it if they include asriel, but i admit, so often it’s used to erase flowey(asriel)’s involvement in the story that im not big on it and i have moments of big frustration sometimes witht the fans. plus i don’t tend to seek it out unless he’s involved with those two. plus the fans… tend to be very pushy about it being better than asriel’s ships lol.12. my MAKE IT STOP non-fave ship: fr/ans……  and since i run the fyeahflowey blog ive had to see too much shit of asriel w his parents like….. i hope fandom figures out some tag for that so i never have to see it again.FFIX1. my beautiful cinnamon roll too good for this world fave: vivi like. fucking anxious timid little dude. i love him and his little hat fidgeting2. my trash-shit slightly troubled fave: eiko is a naughty kid but I love her. she’s lonely and talks shit about everyone and rough and such a jock. puck probably fits under here too, lol ‘be my servant vivi’….. puck….. the true bad fav… that Bad Kid3. my I love to hate them fave: red gamzee. i love to make fun of him but he’s a cool dude lol. ‘zidane…….. dont u remember me………. wtf’4. my I hate to love them fave: uh, MAN idk, it feels pretty easy to love them all tbqh. i will add i love the shit out of steiner and freya but there’s no categories for them here. maybe sometimes im like ‘o boy steiner i feel embarassd how much i love you bc you are so socially bad my autistic friend’. i love steiner.5. my I wouldn’t piss on them if they were on fire non-fave: Brahne… which. lol6. my I didn’t care about them either way at first but the fandom makes such a big deal about them now I can’t stand them non-fave: what fandom7. my I could take them or leave them kinda non-fave: that dude freya likes8. my I will go down with this ship and I won’t put my hands up and surrender, there will be no white flag above my door. I’m in love and always will be fave ship: man? not big on shipping in this series….  i like amarant/zidane and freya/beatrix tho. im more invested in friendships, like zidane + vivi, or steiner + vivi or eiko + vivi…. garnet and eiko’s relationship is rly precious too. the platonic relationships in this series rly get me9. my dirtybadwrong fave ship: eh, not really anything. i haven’t finished the game yet but do garland and kuja have some sort of deal? idk10. my they’re cute together and I dig them but I’m not all that terribly invested kinda fave ship: steiner/beatrix is alright11. my I didn’t care about this ship either way at first but the fandom makes such a big deal about it now I can’t stand it non-fave ship: im not big on zidane/kuja but i joke about it? but i havent completed the game either so ill see lol12. my MAKE IT STOP non-fave ship: nothing comes to mind rly (tbc)

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NOOOO FIGHTING | Elysium | trial 2.1 [re: arisa, wakako, imogen, alibis]

Elysium has been standing, hands gripping her podium, staring down at it vaguely as if lost in thought. It seems some people took being sick a little harder than others, which...talking to her during the first stages of illness would have implied. It looks like she’s spaced out, truly exhausted and upset, but apparently she’s been collecting data for a while because when she finally blinks herself out of it she addresses something from quite a while ago.

“Hey. Sorry for not helping so far - I had to think about something, and honestly? I’m really not operating at one-hundred-percent yet! Hoooooowever, a hero never abandons the people she’s sworn to protect, so I have to say something and do my very extra best!”

She strikes a pose with her hand as if she’s in a magical girl anime, not a mecha one, but quickly grows more serious. Her disappointed gaze gets leveled on….Arisa?

“That list was not cool. I don’t get why you have to do things like that and be mean to people, even if it was supposed to stay private. It’s just - like, it’s completely unnecessary. Sorry, but I’m not convinced those are even real tears, considering the way you’ve acted even until right up to the fever. And the things you said? Those are you problems, not any issue with Kata, Nakamura-chan, or Ami-chan. You have a problem with Ami because of an issue you’re projecting. You have a problem with Nakamura because, what, you don’t like her hair? And you said other people were being childish? And Kata-“ Elysium balls her hands into fists for a second before relaxing. “You just said that about Kata because you aren’t interesting or adventurous enough to give things a chance. We know what you think, or thought, about others. So now, what does that say about you?”

She shrugs and turns away, squinting her eyes in a glare now at Wakako, slamming her hands down on her podium to get her attention.

“And you! Hey! What is with you? Who the hell did that benefit, huh? Reading that stuff off? Not only is it obviously outdated, we all know Oshiro is like that. So all you accomplished is fucking with the self confidence of people who don’t deserve it and who aren’t involved with the stupid Hatfield-McCoy drama you have going on. How would you feel if someone read out something like that about you? Do you even understand that you might not be the only person with a history of bullying, and that all you’re doing right now is basically throwing innocent people under the bus for no reason?”

She brings a hand up to her head and groans in frustration, before the disapproving look is back and boring holes into Arisa and Wakako.

“We aren’t in middle school anymore. Or high school, or hell, you know what? Even college. Someone DIED, and that’s the situation we’re stuck in. Can you two just stop and try acting like the adults you ALLEGEDLY are? Like, I really don’t care if you hate each other, or if you hate everyone else here, but stop dragging the rest of us into it, grow up, and actually try to solve a problem worth solving! Like how to get out of here!”

That tangent over, Elysium crosses her arms and looks away from them, tapping her foot and gathering her thoughts once more.

“I know we passed this point, but if it helps...I felt sick - obviously - and went to the kitchen to make dinner. I didn’t stay longer than, I think, an hour? And when I left, someone else was coming in. I went to the garden and ate there….uh, I guess that was maybe Haru or Zuka that tried to talk to me, sorry for ignoring you, I was batshit with fever. Or, maybe you were the people who came after one of those people left? Either way, I went to my room at that point, and then here we are.”

She reaches up to her headband to fidget with it, frowning, as she continues to try to think. “Okay….so, as the resident arsonist - before we all got stuck in a goddamn castle, by the way, so I have experience - I can tell you that smoke inhalation is actually suuuuuuper easy to die from. It’s what really kills people in fires, not burns. If you don’t get medical treatment, PROPER medical treatment, you’re in deep shit. So I guess we have to figure out….who set the fire? Because Coach could have done all the CPR she wanted, but Calantha is going to count whoever was responsible for the cause of death, which is the fire. Still…”

She frowns more, and crosses her arms, looking over at Chiharu for help.

“Coach performed CPR on him, so that means if she wasn’t the killer, Calantha should be counting her as one of the body discoverers. But she’s not, unless Shimizu and Ami-chan didn’t actually see the body. That...I mean, that’s troubling. You know?”

And….scene. She did her best.

[grubhivemind]

JACE: -BREAK TIME. after doing his postal worker thing all morning, jace is parking himself outside the forest to unwind for his lunch hour with a nice little picnic set up. he's got his foodibles, and his tech, watching the video feed on his tablet for any signs of spirits dwelling within the forest, and their behaviors should he capture any. he's a little uneasy, wondering if kougah is around... but at the same time, he kind of hopes he sees him. he's not sure what he wants to say to him, if anything, but the desire is still there.-

KOUGAH: =He's always here. But he has been taking care of his usual rancher duties, having combed the entire forest twice with not a sign of Kikiyo he wonders what to even do. Something. Surely. The devices made to calm the spirits have, thus far, been mere bandages with numbing salve covering angry wounds.= 

KOUGAH: =There is a rustle in some shrubbery and Kougah approaches. Silent and hanging by the treeline, waiting to be acknowledged so to not disturb anything=

JACE: -flinches at the sound, like he always does at sudden noises, but his peripheral vision shows him that it's just kougah... he wasn't expecting to feel indigant at the sight of him, but here he is, lifting his head and huffing a sigh in acknowledgement. sometimes he forgets he has those petty strider genes. he doesn't want to look at him directly yet. but he will steal a quick glance... you know, just to make sure it really is him.- 

JACE: Hi Kougah.

KOUGAH: ... =This is an unusual greeting from Jace but he likely deserves this. Actually context clues from their last encounter gives him a good idea so he stays where he is= Hello Jace.

JACE: ... 

JACE: How are you??? -exchanges pleasantries in the most passive aggressive way he can manage. he's not very good at it.-

KOUGAH: ... 

KOUGAH: 1 am... Hm. 

 KOUGAH: =Eyeballs Jace= 

KOUGAH: Pard0n my g01ng 0ff the s0c1al scr1pt but, h0w are y0u. 1nstead.

JACE: Im fine!! 

 JACE: ... No Im not!!! -sighs and turns to look at him, but his expression falls to an imploring one.- 

JACE: Joel... He told me what you did... To Rammie...

KOUGAH: =Nods= 1 suspected as much.... 1 sh0uld've asked clearly up0n meet1ng y0u 1f y0u were 0f cl0se relat10ns w1th her. 

KOUGAH: 1 ap0l0g1ze f0r n0t d01ng s0. =deeper nod=

JACE: Yeah, you should have! 

JACE: Because you knew Joel was my brother, and you must have known they were close with the way you were acting around him...! I... -looks down at the ground, brows knit.- 

JACE: I dont know what to think now... I dont really understand.

KOUGAH: Y0ur frustrat10n 1s understandable and enc0uraged. 

KOUGAH: ...Anger. 

KOUGAH: 1 ap0l0g1ze f0r c0nfus1ng y0u.

JACE: -continues to avoid looking at him.- I really liked-- 

JACE: -covers his face with one hand. hhhh.- 

JACE: I like hanging out with you... And working on these projects with you! I want to be able to do that still. But I cant if... 

JACE: If I dont know what happened, at least...

KOUGAH: =Silent for a moment= 

KOUGAH: She wandered 1nt0 the f0rest, presumably t0 hunt. 

KOUGAH: She hunted and k1lled my br0ther. 

KOUGAH: I r1ghted the wr0ng w1th her 0wn bl00d.

JACE: -looks at him then with wide eyes. joel said it was a misunderstanding...- Your brother?

KOUGAH: Yes. 

KOUGAH: As alpha, as a fam1ly member, 1 refused t0 n0t seek 1mmed1ate vengence.

JACE: But thats--!! 

JACE: Thats not how that should work???? -starts getting more visably upset.- Shes a person! Not an animal! Its different! 

JACE: -immediately regrets his words and quiets, eyes downcast again. that's probably not a very sensitive thing to say.-

KOUGAH: =If Kougah was offended by it he doesn't act like it. His voice is still even though his expression does falter from stoicism. Inhales softly and exhales= ........ S0 1've been t0ld. 

KOUGAH: But 1 stand by 1t.

JACE: I just... I just mean... -rubs at his eyes.- 

JACE: I dont know what I mean...

KOUGAH: 1t's s0meth1ng y0u're n0t used t0. =He needs a tissue.... but Kougah is hesitant to approach still= 

KOUGAH: Y0u weren't ra1sed w1th the same bel1efs and standards as 1 was. N0r 1 y0ur standards and bel1efs. 

KOUGAH: 1 understand the an1m0s1ty t0wards me and 1 w1ll n0t deny y0u that r1ght.

JACE: -sniffles- Thats not how I feel. 

JACE: I want to be angry... Mostly Im just sad. 

JACE: I want to be your... friend. But I dont know if I can be if you think that kind of thing is okay! Or that its necessary, I guess.

KOUGAH: 1'm s0rry f0r that..... 

KOUGAH: ...Currently 1 am b0und by man's law. 

KOUGAH: G1ven my status t0... the t0wn. 

KOUGAH: All 0f the rangers are c1t1zens 0f Aval0n by law. Regardless 0f h0w 1 feel, what 1 bel1eve, 1 am unable t0 act acc0rd1ngly. =They made that very clear... he even has to change his pelt for roaming town. Closer to the knee. Bah.=

JACE: -now THAT is a crime.- 

JACE: -but no, that's hardly a reassurance, and he's upset all over again.- Well, thats great!! Id murder people if I could, but alas!!!

KOUGAH: 1 d0n't seek any0ne 0ut f0r any reas0n. =Murder is an ugly word.... that's something that happens without provocation= 

KOUGAH: My fam1ly was wr0ng and 1 avenged my br0ther. 

KOUGAH: Wh0 1s st1ll g0ne wh1le she r0ams. 1mpress1ve as 1t 1s 1 feel 1 had fa1led 1n s0me aspect.

JACE: You didnt fail!! She still died! She still had to go through that! 

JACE: Ugh... Were just going in circles now... -sniffles and starts to gather up his things. but even as he does so, he feels hesitant to leave, strangly enough. or maybe it isn't so strange, given what poor judgement he clearly has. but he can't help feeling like there's still something that can make this okay... though, that might just be what he wants to believe.- 

JACE: It doesnt make any difference to you, does it?

KOUGAH: 1t d0es. 1 adm1re her return... but. Truthfully. 1t st1ll makes me angry. 

KOUGAH: As 1 sa1d 1 d0n't expect y0u t0 understand 0r relate, but my br0ther's rest feels r0bbed. 

KOUGAH: The dues were pa1d. But... 1t's n0t fa1r. H0wever that's..... wh1n1ng. And 1 d0n't 1ntend 0n caus1ng m0re pa1in.

JACE: -turns towards him again once his belongings are tucked away.- ... 

JACE: Im sorry about your brother.

KOUGAH: =Watches him... then nods= ..Thank y0u. 

KOUGAH: 1'm s0rry f0r upsett1ng y0u.

JACE: -shuffles his feet, lingering still.- Its... All pretty complicated, huh?

KOUGAH: 1t 1s. 

KOUGAH: S0 1 d0n't expect y0u t0 c0me t0 any c0nclus10n 0ne way 0r the 0ther. 

KOUGAH: 0nly that 1 respect y0ur ch01ce. 

KOUGAH: =Watches Jace silently then grunts softly= S1mply d0 what y0u feel w0uld put y0u m0st at ease.

JACE: -wringes his hands together.- Truth be told, Im very at ease! So its hard for me to know what makes me feel... most at ease!

KOUGAH: ...D0 y0u n0t exper1ence var1ed levers 0f anx1ety when c0ns1der1ng y0ur 0pt10ns 0r be1ng 1n certa1n s1tuat10ns? =Sniffs the air a bit... he could've sworn he smelled it a few times=

JACE: Well... Sure... But something like this? 

JACE: Logic tells me I shouldnt... be your friend but... -pauses to glance away.- 

JACE: When I think about that, I just feel worse.

KOUGAH: Ah..... 

KOUGAH: Hm. 

KOUGAH: There 1s n0th1ng that can be d0ne f0r what 1 d1d...but. 

KOUGAH: 1n 0rder t0... make y0u feel. Better... ab0ut what 1t 1s y0u may want. 1 w0uld 0ffer t0. D0 what 1 can. 

KOUGAH: =Something shifts in the forest and he watches but it's nothing.= 1 w0uld, truthfully and self1shly, enj0y c0nt1nu1ng t0 see y0u.

JACE: -usually he'd be spooked by the noises of the forest, but he's too distracted listening to kougah. his heart is racing all the same.- Ill have to think about that. 

JACE: I guess Ill have some time to do that... 

JACE: Oh. I should mention, Im going away for a little while.

KOUGAH: ...0h? 

KOUGAH: May 1 ask where? =Looks back to Jace=

JACE: -nods- Sure. Um... Im going to study some temples on LOFAF. 

JACE: Do you know of it?

KOUGAH: N0. 1'm unfam1l1ar w1th 1t. 

KOUGAH: But 1 can read up 0n 1t.

JACE: -brightens up a little, taking this as an opportunity to explain the culture of the place.- Its a small consort planet... Its mainly seen as a pit stop on the way to bigger planets like Earth or Lauctis, but there are some tourist traps there as well... LOFAF as the abbrevation for the colloquial name Land of Frost and Frogs... Um, the technical, documented name escapes me... 

JACE: But anyway, it snows there almost all year long. So there are ski resorts and stuff. Theres a dormant volcano there though... And during the warmer months, when the snow melts, its easier to access these temples around that area. Theyre shrines dedicated to a legendary beast named Echidna. Shes supposed to be uh-- 

JACE: -stops suddenly and looks embarrassed about his rambling. he almost forgot he's supposed to be UPSET with him still.- Well... You can probably read about that yourself.

KOUGAH: =As Jace spoke and explained things Kougah watches with the same stern expression but his eye light a little= 

KOUGAH: 1 w1ll d0 that. 

KOUGAH: M0st def1n1tely.

JACE: Okay. 

JACE: ... Yeah. Okay. Um. Im just going to... Go back to work now. I should hurry and finish my shift anyway because I have plans tonight too. 

JACE: Kind of like a date thing. 

JACE: Or something. -why did he say that... he knows why... he wants to see his reaction... that's so shitty. or is it? he really can't tell in this situation.-

KOUGAH: =HE IS STONE. But the light does fade back to normal and he nods. He's not allowed to react it's not like he's even on the same tier as Jace though= 

KOUGAH: 1 h0pe that g0es well. Y0u deserve t0 have a g00d t1me. 

KOUGAH: Have a safe tr1p, Jace. =Disappears on a small tornado... only that's just him running back into the treeline and disappearing=

JACE: -HHHH. not much of a reaction... what was he even fishing for? STUPID STUPID DUMB!! he watches him disappear before heaving a sigh and making his way back towards his route.-