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OC PRIDE MONTH CHALLENGE 2024 — Day Seven: Plus
Make something for an oc who uses any of the identities not assigned to a specific day, such as a poly oc, a pan oc, or anything else you can think of!
↳ LUCILLE “LUCI” EVANS (GOOD OMENS OC, POLYAMOROUS)
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WIP Wednesday
thank you thank you @bidisasterevankinard for the tag! 🫶🫶🫶
take me back - Tommy amnesia fic - from ch 3
Evan: Hey! Hope you have a great first day back! Be safe! 🙂
Tommy’s heart skips a beat… he said– he said their thing… Be safe / Of course. Like Bobby and Athena’s Home Safe, or Howie and Maddie’s Miss you already / Miss you most or Han and Leias I love you / I know. It floods his brain with memories of what feels like just last week; him telling Evan the same thing when he called to let Tommy know they were going on a pretty serious call. It stabs him in the chest, and tears sting at his eyes that he quickly blinks away because, no… Evan is allowing him a friendship when he doesn’t deserve one. He will not screw it up this early in because he has a giant sack of unresolved emotional baggage that he filled himself. He replies: I will be he hits send, reels at the sting of making it different, then he sends and thank you :) to balance it out.
The messages are instantly read, and Tommy waits for a moment to see if he’ll say anything else. He doesn’t, so Tommy grabs his keys and heads out the door to his truck. The engine roars to life and he turns his music up loud enough to make his ears hurt— from the volume and the fact every song reminds him of Evan— as he drives the miles to Harbor Station.
He is actually pretty surprised at the effort his team put into their welcome back, complete with a banner and cake. (If Tommy is being honest he is just about cake’d out from his birthday… but he appreciates the gesture… Especially if— unless they changed a lot in the span of last year to now— this isn’t usual for the 217. This is more of the 118’s style of celebration. He’ll take it.) “Thanks everybody,” he says humbly.
“Good to have you back,” his captain says, shakes his hand then excuses himself to his office.
He is approached one by one by his other coworkers ending with Lucy. She grins widely at him, and throws her arms around his neck; a gesture he was used to from her… but things are supposedly different between them now, so it’s an unexpected surprise.
“How’re you feeling?” she asks. Her– usually sharp, ready to give as much sass and shit as she receives among a crew of mostly men– eyes are soft and sincere.
“Better… I– I guess,” Tommy replies. “Doc said as long as I don’t crack it open again, staples can come out next week.”
“You still don’t know how that happened?”
Tommy pulls his lips down into a frown and shakes his head. “That garage is a mess… Evan is always– or… was always–” he stops and sighs, running a hand over the back of his neck, wondering if one day talking about Evan will stop hurting. He doubts it’ll be anytime soon. “He always said I needed to organize my stuff better– guess I should have listened.”
She gives him a sympathetic smile, hooking an arm around his arm and leading him through the hangar. “Well at least you have plenty of paperwork to keep your mind off of… everything, until you’re cleared to get back in the sky!”
“Oh, great…” He groans at the piles of unorganized files left for him to keep busy while he is on temporary light duty, and drops into his chair to get started.
Or rather try to get started… except everything reminds him of Evan– of the accident– of what he lost— of how miserable he is.
Calls where their stations worked together. Calls with people named Evan, or Tommy, or even worse Dylan. Calls involving head injuries, and memory loss, and extreme depression, and anxiety– a call involving a person giving a statement so filled with regret and despair Tommy has to stop what he’s doing and walk outside for some air.
“You okay?” Lucy asks, sticking her head out of the helicopter she is running a safety check on.
“Fine…” Tommy lies, still unable to suck in a deep enough breath that it will stop feeling like he’s being suffocated.
Lucy sighs and turns the helicopter off. She hops down and walks over to him, face determined. “Seriously, Kinard… I’m not saying you have to be an open book; hell you never were, even before— But don’t start shutting everyone out again. We’re a team and if you’re going through it and your mind is not clear it’s not safe– you could get hurt… again. So we’re not going back there, okay?” Tommy slowly lifts his eyes to hers and nods.
Lucy calls out for Melvin to finish the inspection and she tips her head towards the side of the hangar. They walk down alongside the metal wall towards the water’s edge. She picks up a rock and flicks it out onto the water; it skips three times before dipping under the surface. She glances over at Tommy, giving him the floor to start the conversation. Tommy doesn’t speak and instead repeats her action– picks up a rock and skips it across the lake. Seven skips before it disappears and Lucy scoffs, calling him a show off.
“I don’t know why I broke up with him…” is Tommy’s reply.
Lucy stares at him for a second, like she’s trying to formulate a response. “I– I mean… I’m sure once the amnesia–”
“It’s not because of the amnesia, Luce…” Tommy interjects. “I–” He exhales, long and deep. “I don’t know why I broke up with him because I don’t want to break up with him.” She furrows her brows and he continues before she can speak. “Lucy I woke up thinking it was our anniversary. Just a few days before I dumped him, for– for the stupidest reason!”
“Wait, you know the reason?”
“Ye– Yeah. Evan told me.”
“You spoke to Evan?!”
Tommy sighs. “That’s not the point. The point is that I don’t— or— or I didn’t… I still don’t want to not be with him. I– I was ready Lucy. Ready for the next step– granted the next step was telling him I loved him… whereas his was moving me into his loft–”
“Wait…” Lucy pushes forward from where she had been leaning against a tree and starts to pace. “He asked you to move in– into the loft?”
“He did.”
“But you have a house…”
“Yes but– dammit Lucy this is still not the point! I love him! I- I would have said yes. I s- should have said yes! I don’t–” His voice breaks, he covers his face. Then Lucy’s arms are around him, tugging him down to her level, allowing him to hide his face in her shoulder instead.
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(I am so sorry if I missed someone! Let me know if you want to be added or removed)
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Polycules that are in the running:
My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic
Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Rarity and Fluttershy
Stephen King's It
Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Beverly Marsh, Bill Denbrough, Ben Hanscom, Stan Uris, Mike Hanlon, Kay McCall, Audra Phillips and Patty Blum
Sherlock Holmes
Irene Adler, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mary Morstan, and Godfrey Norton
Doki Doki Precure
Cure Heart, Cure Diamond, Cure Rosetta, Cure Sword and Regina
A3!
Tsumugi Tsukioka, Tasuku Takato, Hisoka Mikage, Homare Arisugawa, Azuma Yukishiro and Guy
Persona 5
Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya, Ryuji Sakamoto, Ann Takamaki, Yusuke Kitagawa, Makoto Niijima, Futaba Sakura, Haru Okumura, Goro Akechi, Sumire Yoshizawa, Morgana and Yuuki Mishima
Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya, Hifumi Togo, Chihaya Mifune, and Lavenza
Witch's Heart
Claire Elford, Noel Levine, Ashe Bradley, Wilardo Adler and Sirius Gibson
Ensemble Stars!!
Leo Tsukinaga, Tsukasa Suou, Arashi Narukami, Izumi Sena, Ritsu Sakuma, Mao Isara, Hokuto Hidaka, Subaru Akehoshi and Makoto Yuuki
Stranger Things
Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Argyle, Chrissy Cunningham, Eden Bingham, and Vickie.
Star Trek DS9
Elim Garak, Julian Bashir, Miles O'Brien, Keiko O'Brien, Kira Nerys, Jadzia Dax, Odo Ital, Quark, Worf, Ezri, Sisko, Lwaxana Troi, Kasidy Yates-Sisko, and Lenara Kahn
The Owl House
Luz Noceda, Amity Blight, Willow Park, Hunter, and Gus Porter
Dracula
Jonathan Harker, Mina Harker, Lucy Westenra, Quincey Morris, Jack Seward, Arthur Holmwood, and Abraham Van Helsing
The Breakfast Club
Brian Johnson, Andrew Clark, Allison Reynolds, Claire Standish, and John Bender
Winx Club
Bloom, Stella, Tecna, Musa, Flora, Aisha, Sky, Brandon, Timmy, Riven, Helia, Nex and Nabu
Resident Evil
Leon S Kennedy, Claire Redfield, Ada Wong and Helena Harper
The Case Study of Vanitas
Vanitas, Noe Archiviste, Dominique de Sade and Jeanne
Scooby Doo
Fred Jones, Daphne Blake, Shaggy Rogers, Velma Dinkley, Hot Dog Water, and Crystal.
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Darla, Angel(us), Drusilla, and Spike/William
The Legend of Zelda
Revali, Zelda, Link, Mipha, Sidon, Yona, Paya and Tauro
The Magicians
Fen, Eliot Waugh, Margo Hanson, Josh Hoberman, Quentin Coldwater, and Arielle
Haikyū!!
Kiyoko Shimizu, Yachi Hitoka, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Kōtarō, Akaashi Keiji, Kuroo Tetsurō, Kozume Kenma, Hinata Shōyō, Kageyama Tobio, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, and Ushijima Wakatoshi
Genshin Impact
Cyno, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Tighnari, Dehya, Nilou, Faruzan, Dunyarzad, and Candace
Kaeya, Rosaria, Albedo, and Sucrose
Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Navia, Clorinde, Zhongli, Childe, and Furina
Kujou Sara, Gorou, Arataki Itto and Sangonomiya Kokomi
Heaven Official's Blessing
Xie Lan, Hua Cheng, Mu Qing, Feng Xin, Yin Yu, and Quan Yizhen
Torchwood
Jack Harkness, Gwen Cooper, Rhys Williams, Owen Harper, Ianto Jones, and Toshiko Sato
Spiderman
Peter Parker, Harry Osborn, Mary-Jane Watson, Gwen Stacy, Liz Allan, Felicia Hardy, and Johnny Storm
Beastars
Legosi, Louis, Haru, and Juno
Lupin III
Lupin III, Goemon Ishikawa XIII, Daisuke Jigen, and Fujiko Mine
Demon Slayer
Tengen, Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru
Omori
Sunny, Kel, Basil, and Aubrey
Cookie Run
Herb Cookie, Vampire Cookie, Sparkling Cookie, Mint Choco Cookie, and Cocoa Cookie
The Grail Quest
Percival, Galahad, Bors, Dinadrane, and Blanchefleur
Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair/Super Danganronpa 2
Hajime Hinata, Kazuichi Soda, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, Sonia Nevermind, and Akane Owari
Zero Escape
Akane Kurashiki, Junpei, Sigma Klim, Carlos, Diana, and Snake
Roswell New Mexico
Nora Truman, Louise Truman, Theo, Tripp Manes and Roy Bronson
Max Evans, Isobel Evans, Michael Guerin, Liz Ortecho, Kyle Valenti, Maria DeLuca, Alex Manes, Jenna "Cam" Cameron, Heath, Dallas Haines, Greg Manes and Anatsa
The Raven Cycle
Blue Sargent, Richard Gansey, Ronan Lynch, Adam Parrish, Noah Czerny, and Henry Cheng
Warcraft
Khadgar, Kalecgos, Illidan, Kael'thas Sunstrider, Vashj, Arthas Menethil, Jaina Proudmoore, Nathanos Blightcaller, Sylvanas Windrunner, Tiffin Wrynn, Varian Wrynn, Halduron Brightwing, Thalyssra, Lor'themar Theron, and Rommath
Welcome to Demon School Iruma-kun
Suzuki Iruma, Asmodeus Alice, Valac Clara, Azazel Ameri, and Purson Soi
My School President
Gun, Tinn, Sound, Win, Tiw, Por, Yo, Nook, Pat, and Kajorn
Bad Buddy
Pat, Pran, Korn, and Wai
Guardian Tales
Knight, Elvira, Arabelle, Beth, Priscilla, Yuze, Bianca, Loraine, Eva, and Camilla
Word of Honor/Faraway Wanders
Wen Kexing, Zhou Zishu, Han Ying, Jing Beiyuan, and Wuxi
The New Teen Titans
Dick Grayson, Koriand'r, Victor Stone, Rachel Roth, Joseph Wilson, Donna Troy, and Garfield Logan
Baldur's Gate 3
Astarion, Gale, Lae'zel, Karlach, Shadowheart, Wyll, and Durge
Kagerou Project
Ayano Tateyama, Shintaro Kisaragi, Takane Enomoto, and Haruka Kokonose
NU Carnival
Eiden, Aster, Morvay, Yakumo, Edmond, Olivine, Quincy, Kuya, Garu, Blade, Dante, Rei, and Karu/Garu
Project Sekai
Kanade Yoisaki, Mafuyu Asahina, Mizuki Akiyama, and Ena Shinonome
Riverdale
Archie Andrews, Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper, and Veronica Lodge
Lego Ninjago: Masters of Spinjitzu
Zane Julien, Kai Smith, Jay Walker and Cole
Mysterious Lotus Casebook
Li Lianhua, Qiao Wanmian, Di Feisheng, and Fang Duobing
Trigun
Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Meryl Stryfe, and Milly Thompson
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WIP Wednesday
Tagged by @alyxmastershipper @spotsandsocks @swiftiediaz. Thank you lovelies
Two things this evening
9-1-1 - The Letters (Buddie)
A collection of letters written by Evan Buckley in the years following his separation from Eddie Diaz. Brackets and all (for now).
To the finder of this letter,
My name is Evan Buckley. At present, I reside at [address] in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Also in residence are my wife, Lucy, and our two dogs, [name] and [name]. I would never claim to live here, for that requires living. And my heart hasn’t beat properly in ages.
I never wished to revisit these moments, nor transcribe them. However, it is at Lucy’s insistence that I am reluctantly doing so. She has this notion that it will help quell the ache, and perhaps ease the nightmares. Both the result of losing my beloved, the other half of my heart and soul.
It is of little consequence to you as the reader, I suppose, but I still feel it necessary to explain the arrangement Lucy and I have agreed upon. The conditions we choose to live with because of the circumstances we could not decide for ourselves.
After my father’s death I was forced to return home. To take my place as head of the household to provide for my mother, and sister, Maddie. I came to protect her most of all, only to discover I had lost her anyway. She only ever wished to see me happy. In pursuit of this, she married an abominable human being who shall not be named here. If I do nothing else with my remaining time on earth, it shall be to see to it his name is lost to history.
Regarding the matter of Lucy. We met shortly after my return, during an outing with my mother. It was a festival in the park with musicians and acrobats. The sort of thing where young men court young ladies, and mothers bring their unmarried children to parade them about. Clearly I was the latter. Of every lady Mother attempted to force me to become smitten by (or as she later put it, be tolerant of) I was most intrigued by the fair-haired woman operating the flower cart. We did not speak that day, not in words, only in exchanged glances. For reasons I did not yet know, I already understood she would be vital for me and I for her.
It would be three more weeks, and dozens more disappointed potential wives, before we held a formal conversation. Mother had, of course, observed the shared looks I was attempting to hide less and less. She voiced her distaste for the situation immediately, informing me I must focus my efforts on finding a wife, despite my insistence that I did not see the purpose. Under the ruse of purchasing a bloom for the latest disappointment-to-be, I paid a visit to Lucy’s cart. It was perhaps not the most well thought out plan, but it was the one I needed most to work.
I stated my name and title, declared I had no debts nor lovers or gambling afflictions and, if she could declare the same, I wished to marry her. Lucy promptly rejected my offer, telling me to return when I was a paying customer and not a deceptive suitor.
Schitt's Creek - Ch 2 of I know all your secrets
David paces the length of the sitting room, wired and anxious. The penthouse, measuring however many thousands of square feet, is still too small. He’s already shed his jacket, hanging it carefully in the walk-in closet. He’s not a monster, after all. But it does little to ease the tension that continues building under his skin, making him spark with need. Eager to get his hands on Patrick again.
Patrick’s ragged breathing echoes in his mind, the way he writhed under David’s touch, so desperate for release he was practically begging.
David won’t be alone for long. Patrick has always come, will always. David knows this, and it terrifies him. Yet, with every minute that passes, every errant sound that makes him turn toward the door, his doubts grow louder.
Agent Brewer was supposed to be a personal conquest, a challenge. A one time experience. There was no room for a ‘next time’. David should have known better. From the first time he noticed Patrick in Monsanto he wanted him. He took one look at the cocky, competent sonofabitch – wearing his stupid midrange denim and braided belt – and wanted to take him apart. To ruin him.
He finally got his chance at their third encounter in Vienna. There was no bed, not so much as a fancy, expensive chaise lounge. Only the two of them, hidden in the shadows of Neptune’s Fountain. Not how David envisioned it, but he wouldn’t exactly call getting buttoned-up Agent Brewer off against ancient architecture a loss. Especially not when he sought David out the following evening and let himself be reduced to a whimpering mess, barely capable of stringing two syllables together.
It's late, but I'll tag: @shortsighted-owl @elvensorceress @stereopticons @blackandwhiteandrose @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @fatedbuddie @buddierights @alysiswriting @apothecarose @rmd-writes @vanillahigh00 @jesuisici33 and my love @lizzie-bennetdarcy
#wip wednesday#hippo writes#buddie fic#sc fic#i cannot make up my mind today#fic: you’re where i wanna go
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Lily: What did you do today?
James: [panicked] Why do you ask that?
Lily: I always ask that.
James: Oh, yeah. That's right. Uh...nothing much.
#james potter#lily evans#harry potter#marauders#mwpp#ch: james potter#ch: lily evans#source: I love lucy
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↳ (&&. @damagedhearts-indie )
Evan shifted in the chair, unsure if this is what Lucy meant when she asked him to pose for her. The young man had gone through a handful of photoshoots already – so much so that he’d lost count – but this was different. While Lucy painted his portrait, he had to stay completely still, and he tried his best, he really did. But he didn’t know how to sit, where to put his feet or what to do with his arms. “How long did you say you needed me to stay here?” He asked, craning his neck and rubbing the back of his head, feeling sore already, his shoulders tense for how hard he tried to stay put. “I’m sorry--- I think I need a break.”
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tag dump.
#th#th:rp#th:fav#th:ch#p#p:fav#pg#pg:ch#pg:fav#wf#wo#ws#psds#psds:ch#psds:fav#ch: dani carter#ch: layla evans#ch: frankie sullivan#ch: lucy kwon
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Noorderlicht International Photo Festival 2021: The Makeable Mind
The Noorderlicht International Photo Festival 2021 takes place from 7th August onwards at several locations in Groningen and Friesland. With the theme ‘The Makeable Mind’ Noorderlicht explores the relationship between visual culture and reality: how is our thinking guided by a rampant image culture, unprecedented technological possibilities and lightning-fast internet connections? THE MAKEABLE MIND Curator: Paulien Dresscher I Junior curator: George Knegtel Departing from photography, the 28th edition focuses on the entire spectrum of the image, both analogue and digital: from traditional photography to digital and interactive images, internet glitches, machine learning, virtual reality, street guerrilla actions, performances, sound installations and deep fakes. From the open call, but also by invitation, festival curator Paulien Dresscher – in collaboration with junior curator George Knegtel and Noorderlicht curator Wim Melis – came to a selection of some seventy participating artists from the Netherlands and abroad, who will be presented at no fewer than 15 locations in Groningen and Friesland. Paulien Dresscher: “There are more flavours than fake or not fake, with a wealth of images and stories hidden between them. Sometimes dystopian, sometimes utopian or simply fantastic. But nevertheless, exciting and fascinating. With algorithms as our personal advisors, we all think we recognise objective reality within our own bubble, but if there is one thing we can know about that truth, it is that it is not singular.”
The festival’s pièce de resistance is the multimedia installation ‘LAWKI-NOW, Life As We Know It’. Commissioned by Noorderlicht and in cooperation with MU Hybrid Art Space, the work was developed by ARK especially for the Der Aa-Kerk choir. ‘LAWKI-NOW’ is an immersive cinematic experience that combines machine learning with human craftsmanship and visitor interaction. The result is a gigantic audiovisual instrument that confronts the audience with the reality of our lives. PARTICIPANTS Alfonso Almendros (ES) | Ali Eslami (IR) & Klasien van de Zandschulp (NL) | ARC (ovb) | Andrea Stultiens (NL) | Aristidis Schnelzer (DE) | ARK (Federico Campagna, Louis Braddock Clarke, Roosje Klap, Arran Lyon, Senka Milutonovic, Teoniki Rozynek, Valentin Vogelmann, Zuzanna Zgierska) (NL) | Bas Uterwijk (NL) | Beatrice Moumdjian (BG) | Camille Lévêque & Lucie Khahoutian (FR) | Daniel Mayrit (ES) | David Magnusson (SE) | Diego Moreno (MX) | Elena Efeoglou (GR) | Eleonora Calvelli (IT) | Elisa Maenhout (BE) | Evan Roth (US) | Ewa Doroszenko (PL) | Federico Estol (UY) | Flora Reznik (AR) | Florian Göttke (DE) | Floris Kaaijk (NL) | Forensic Architecture (GB) | Frederik Heyman (BE) | Gaetan Boisson (FR) | Grayson Cooke (NZ) | Helmut Smits (NL) | Hester Scheurwater (NL) | Ilona Szwarc (PL) | Jacques Perconte (FR) | Jan Robert Leegte (NL) | Joe Paul Cyriac (IN) | Joel Jimenez (CR) | Latipa (US) | Lisa di Donato (US) | Lisa Hoffman (DE) | Lisa van Casand (NL) | Manuela Braunmüller (DE) | Mara Sánchez-Renero (MX) | Marco Frauchiger (CH) | Margit Lukács (NL) & Persijn Broersen (NL) | Marjolein Blom (NL) | Marta Zgierska (PL) | Michelle Sijia Ma (CN) | Natalia Kepesz (PL) | Nathaniel White (GB) | Polymorf (NL) | Rick Pushinsky (GB) | Sam ten Thij (NL) | Santiago Martinelli (AR) | Silas Bahr (DE) | Simone Niquille (CH/NL) | Stephanie Dinkins (US) | Stephanie Lepp (US) | Sumi Anjuman (BD) | Tamara Shogaolu (US) | Thomas Kuijpers (NL) | Walter Costa (IT) | Yiu Sheung (CN)
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#hpedit#maraudersedit#lily evans#emmeline vance#marlene mckinnon#edits#hp saga#manips#guen tag#lucy tag#ch: star of the sea
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Why do you hate me so
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2mV7vh7
by Idespisepeoplesomuch
Evan brings Connor to a family reunion and one of Evans aunts is a homophobic bi*ch and Evan has a panic attack
Words: 787, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Dear Evan Hansen - Pasek & Paul/Levenson, Dear Evan Hansen - Pasek & Paul/Levenson (Broadway Cast) Actor RPF
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Evan Hansen, Connor Murphy, Alana Beck, Zoe Murphy, Heidi Hansen, Lucy Hansen (OC), Katy Hansen (OC), Larry Murphy, Cynthia Murphy, Jared Kleinman
Relationships: Evan Hansen/Connor Murphy, Alana Beck/Zoe Murphy
Additional Tags: Homophobia, Nice Larry Murphy trying to connect w/ his son, Asexual Jared Kleinman, Gay Connor Murphy, Bisexual Evan Hansen, pansexual zoe murphy, Lesbian Alana Beck, Family Reunion, Homophobic Aunt, Evan wants to cry and Connor is a caring Boyf
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𝐑𝐄-𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆… 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒
❝ Luci was not the type of woman who was generally seen in antique bookshops. Oh, one shouldn't get her wrong, she liked reading quite a bit - seeing as her dear gran, who had raised her, was a librarian, it was rather improbable that she wouldn't - but like most people, she preferred to buy her volumes spanking new from the shelves of Waterstones, rather than ancient and well past yellow from a tiny, cluttered little shop on a Soho street corner.
Still, that was exactly where she had found herself one perfectly ordinary autumn day. While on the run from a rather disgruntled ex-girlfriend who couldn't seem to grasp the notion that goodbye meant goodbye, Luci had rushed into the nearest shop with an unlocked door, completely missing the fact that the bookshop's owner, who she promptly crashed into, had just been in the process of flipping the sign in the window from Open to Closed. While the owner, a funny little white-haired man who introduced himself as Aziraphale, was not exactly pleased with the strange woman who'd suddenly stormed into his beloved shop, he was sympathetic to Luci's plight, and allowed her to remain inside until her ex had safely passed. While waiting, Luci spotted a first-edition copy of Dracula, the two struck up a conversation about Gothic novels, and from there blossomed a sweet, loyal friendship, the only real one Luci had had in her adult life.
Fast-forward four years, and many conversations, late-night reading sessions, and the devastating passing of Luci's gran later, Aziraphale - who, Luci had discovered within a year of their friendship, was actually a bloody angel - was visited by his demon friend during yet another relaxing late night with Luci. Unfortunately, the peace of the night didn't last long, as the demon, Crowley, came proclaiming that the Antichrist was now on Earth and that they likely had less than two decades until Armageddon. That night, Luci sat quietly sipping her wine as the angel and the demon made plans to attempt to avert the end of the world - which was just fine with her, really; she'd been living in this world for a number of years, and while her life, with the exception of her friendship with Aziraphale, had always been rather plain, she quite liked living in it.
But fast-forward eleven more years, and suddenly Crowley and Aziraphale have discovered that they've misplaced the Antichrist (which, Luci thought, should have been rather impossible) and with less than a week to go until the End of Days, they really have to kick themselves into gear. And now Luci, who has oftentimes thought of herself as the most ordinary human on the planet, is pulled into a most extraordinary adventure, involving a book of scarily accurate prophecies, a vintage car that only plays her favorite band, and a hellhound that, in her opinion, is entirely too small to properly do its job.
And if Luci, the angel she's been pining after for more than a decade, and the demon who's quickly growing on her are Earth's last line of defense - oh, this planet is definitely doomed. ❞
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How are we supposed to choose??? 🥹 I'll take one of each
🤕 & 🍼 & 🥃 & 👶
love you friend!!! ❤️
Marieeee <3 Thank you :) sooo 3-er-5ish from Amnesia fic! (im really not counting these lol) continued from here & here
Over by the helicopter he sees Lucy watching him, and uses it as an excuse to make his departure without looking like he is running away. He tells them all goodbye, letting his eyes linger maybe a moment too long on Evan, before jogging off. “I told you to talk to him… not attack him,” she teases, giving Tommy a light shove once he’s close enough. He laughs, rolls his eyes, and collapses from it all down onto the foot rail. “You want me to fly back?” she asks, lowering herself down beside him, nudging him with her shoulder until he finally gives a nod.
His phone dings inside his pocket, and he begrudgingly gets up so he can pull it out.
Evan: hey you took off before I could ask… You want to come to Thanksgiving at Maddie and Chims?
Tommy glances back over towards where Evan is still sitting on the back of the Ambulance, his eyes locked on Tommy.
some from ch 10 continued from here & here
He has to remind himself he just had surgery and to not leap out of the bed when the twins stroller finally comes into view. His mom smiles brightly at him, and she picks up her pace, getting the stroller into the room and pushing the door closed behind her.
“Oh my goodness…” she exclaims, parking the stroller beside the bed so she can work on getting Ro out while Evan gets Robby; Tommy fidgets on the bed, his arms already itching to have both of them. “There you go little miss sassy frass,” his mom continues placing Ro in one arm, with a smile that only widens when Ro’s cries instantly cease once Tommy’s holding her.
He looks down at her reddened face, her mouth pulled down into an unhappy pout as she tries to catch her breath from crying so hard for so long. He quickly slips his gown off and she is latched in no time; letting out the most dramatic sigh as she settles against his chest… Evan’s child for sure.
from the bar fight fic started here
The dim lights and relatively soft music was supposed to help the migraine Tommy has currently had for seven days– or has it been eight since the breakup? He holds his head in his hands and hears the sound of the bartender refilling his glass, only lifting it once the sound stops so he can throw it back in hopes if he gets drunk enough he will forget that his head hurts… as well as the talk, dark, and handsome shaped reason that it does to begin with. He is met– unfortunately– with a glass of water and lifts his red rimmed eyes (not from the alcohol… even more unfortunately) annoyedly to the bartender. “I think you’ve had enough,” she says softly.
“I have only had three,” Tommy rebuts.
“Four,” she counters. “And they clearly aren’t doing the trick of drowning whatever memory you’re trying to let go of.”
aaaaand from the new Tommy mpreg fic also cont. from here
“Tommy…” he says, and he sounds so tired. Tommy feels so tired. So he turns and makes the walk of shame back to the loft without any fight. “Can you… come in?”
“Can’t you just give it to me out here?”
“I could,” Evan says, setting his jaw; his nose flares slightly like he’s angry… He deserves to be angry. Maybe he wants to scream at Tommy for breaking his heart. Tommy thinks he should let him. Tommy sighs, and steps through the door.
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Years and Years’ Olly Alexander, Lucy Spraggan and Sir Ian McKellen among Top 100 in 2019’s Pride Power List
The list celebrates all that is good and great in the LGBT+ community
This year’s Pride Power List has been released and it includes musicians Years and Years‘ Olly Alexander and Lucy Spraggan, and also actor Sir Ian McKellen.
Today, celebrations are taking place in the nation’s capital to commemorate Pride in London – honouring the lives, achievements, history and future of the LGBT+ community.
To coincide with the occasion, the Pride Power List 2019 has been released, revealing the members of the LGBT+ community in the UK who have made a significant impact in the fight for the equality and inclusion of LGBT+ individuals.
“The list celebrates all that is good and great in the LGBT+ community and has a unique mix of celebrity, community, celebrity and business leaders,” said Linda Riley, founder of the Pride Power List.
Individuals included in this year’s list include musicians Years and Years‘ Olly Alexander, Lucy Spraggan and Westlife’s Mark Feehily, and actor Sir Ian McKellen.
The Pride Power 2019 List Top 100 LGBT+ individuals:
Ruth Hunt – chief executive of Stonewall.
Sir Ian McKellen CH CBE – actor and LGBT+ rights advocate.
Phyll Opoku-Gyimah – co-founder of UK Black Pride.
Owen Jones – columnist, author, commentator and political activist.
Peter Tatchell – LGBT+ campaigner and activist.
Sandi Toksvig OBE – writer, actor, comedian, presenter and producer.
Michael Cashman CBE – Labour peer, actor, former MEP and LGBT+ campaigner.
Munroe Bergdorf – DJ, activist and feminist.
Edward Enninful OBE – editor-in-chief of British Vogue.
Liz Carr – actor, comedian and disability rights campaigner.
Clare Balding OBE – broadcaster, journalist and author.
Graham Norton – television and radio presenter, comedian and actor.
Gok Wan – fashion consultant, author and television presenter.
Saara Aalto – singer and musician.
Mhairi Black MP – Scottish politician.
Heather Peace – actor, musician and LGBT+ rights activist.
Nicola Adams OBE – professional boxer.
Liv Little – founder of gal-dem magazine.
Stephen Fry – actor, presenter, writer, comedian and activist.
Anthony Watson – founder and CEO of TBOL.
Lord Waheed Alli – media entrepreneur and politician.
Dawn Airey – Getty Images board and NYT chair.
Alan Carr – comedian, television personality and author.
Cressida Dick – commissioner of the Metropolitan Police.
Paris Lees – journalist, presenter, feminist and transgender rights activist.
Hannah Bardell MP – SNP MP of Livingston Constituency.
Lucy Spraggan – singer and songwriter.
Adele Roberts – radio presenter and DJ.
Sara Geater – chief operating officer of All3Media.
Alison Camps – partner and deputy chairman of Quadrangle.
Claire Harvey – diversity and inclusion consultant.
Charlie Condou – actor and columnist.
Ruth Davidson – Scottish politician and leader of the Scottish Conservative Party.
Mark Feehily – musician and one of the lead singers of Westlife.
Dr Ranj Singh – TV presenter, author, columnist and doctor.
Jane Hill – BBC journalist and broadcaster.
Olly Alexander – songwriter, actor and lead singer of Years and Years.
Chardine Taylor-Stone – cultural producer, writer and activist.
Tim Jarman – assistant director for diversity and inclusiveness at EY.
Amy Lamé – writer, performer, presenter and London’s night Czar.
Evan Davis – presenter, economist and author.
Annie Wallace – actor.
Kiki Archer – author.
Bobby Cole Norris – TV personality and presenter.
Horse McDonald – singer and songwriter.
Susan Calman – comedian, television presenter and writer.
Dr Elly Barnes MBE – CEO and founder of Educate and Celebrate.
Ollie Locke – television personality, presenter and writer.
Angela Eagle MP – Labour MP for Wallasey.
Brian Ashmead-Siers – partner at PwC.
Reeta Loi – writer, musician and activist.
Sophie Anna Ward – actor and author.
Vincent Francois – regional chief auditor executive at Societe Generale.
Jack Monroe – best-selling author and activist.
Baroness Liz Barker – House of Lords, Liberal Democrats.
Benjamin Butterworth – journalist for i newspaper.
Dr Liam Hackett – founder and CEO of Ditch The Label.
Pema Radha – chief of staff to Global Head of Managed Services at EY.
Mark McLane – head of diversity and inclusion, M&G Prudential.
Bisi Alimi – gay rights activist, public speaker and blogger.
Julie Wilson – CEO of Optimus Cards.
Mary Portas – broadcaster and TV personality.
Val McDermid, FRSE, FRSL – author.
Michael Salter-Church MBE – co-chair of Pride in London.
Ryan Atkin – professional referee.
Kelly Simmons MBE – FA director, Women’s Professional Game.
Wes Streeting MP – Labour politician.
Ryan John Butcher – journalist.
Andy Woodfield – partner at PwC.
Charlie Craggs – trans activist and author.
Dan Hughes – PR specialist.
Dolly-Rose Campbell – actor.
Suki Sandhu OBE – founder and CEO of Involve and Audeliss.
Charlie King – celebrity personal trainer and columnist.
David Ames – actor.
Emma Woollcott – partner at Mishcon de Reya.
Polly Shute – partnership director of Parallel Lifestyle.
Kezia Dugdale – director of John Smith Centre.
Cliff Joannou – editor-in-chief of Attitude magazine.
Jacqui Gavin – Diversity and Inclusion Centre of Excellence manager at Employers Network for Equality and Inclusion.
Jodie Taylor – professional footballer.
Mark Anderson – executive vice president of Customer Experience at Virgin Atlantic.
Professor Sue Sanders – professor and chair of Schools Out. UK.
Daniel Lismore – artist, designer and writer.
Simon Jones – PR specialist.
Ian Massa-Harris-McFeely – events producer, voice coach and makeup artist.
Justine Greening – Conservative Party politician.
Darren Styles OBE – publisher of Attitude magazine.
Rikki Beadle-Blair – actor, director, screenwriter, singer, choreographer and songwriter.
Lord Collins – Labour peer and LGBT+ rights advocate.
Jen Brister – comedian, writer and actor.
Russell T Davies – screenwriter.
Amrou Al-Kadhi – writer, performer and filmmaker.
Pav Akhtar – co-founder and director of strategy of UK Black Pride.
Tag Warner – CEO of Gay Times.
Dr Catherine Lee – deputy dean of Anglia Ruskin University.
Suzi Ruffell – comedian.
Scott McGlynn – presenter, blogger and author.
Mridul Wadhwa – transgender rights campaigner.
Dotty – rapper and radio presenter.
Read more at https://www.nme.com/news/lucy-spraggan-years-and-years-olly-alexander-and-sir-ian-mckellen-among-top-100-in-2019s-pride-power-list-2525081#w1Fgr9ZqxIuiStF7.99
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Lily: Just go in there and be mean and nasty and unattractive.
James: I'm not that good an actor.
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Chapter Seven
Title: Too Glam To Give A Damn
Theme Song: Run This Town by Lucy Hale
Word Count: 3,220
Warnings: language, drinking, everyone being really extra, some violence
Characters: (OC) Harper Raven, (OC) Maisie Raven, (OC) Piper Evans, (OC) Nina VonVamp, Castiel, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Dean Winchester (mentioned)
A/N: lol sorry if the extraness is too much, let us know if you need us to tone it down. -Hope
Also sorry if this chapter isn’t as beefy as the others (lol it says a lot that 3,000 is less than our usual amount)... inspiration was lacking a bit, but we powered through for you guys :) -mara
Read Ch. 6 and previous mini-chapter here!
Chapter List | Extra Content | Character Roster
Harper stares at herself in the dressing room mirror, picking at the black dress and groaning a bit. “Why does it have to be so tight?” she complains, calling out to Maisie and Piper who are waiting for her grand reveal. Harper opens the door, walking out with her arms crossed.
“It’s not tight, it’s form fitting,” Piper explains as she forces Harper to uncross her arms and give them a clear look. She nods her head resolutely at the way it fits Harper to a ‘T’.
“And it’s perfect for your form, babe.” Maisie grins, giving Harper a wink.
“Ugh, regret. Can we just forget I said anything about going out?” Harper practically begs, trying to pull off puppy dog eyes. Now it’s Maisie and Piper’s turn to cross their arms.
“No way, José! Girls’ night is a must-need ritual that we have forsaken for far too long,” Maisie says passionately.
“God, you’re so dramatic,” Harper says as she dramatically rolls her eyes.
“As theatrical as she is, Mais is right, we need this.” Piper looks at Harper with her own version of puppy dog eyes until Harper finally sighs.
“Fine.” Harper trudges back into the fitting room and throws the dress out at Maisie and Piper a few seconds later. “But only if I can wear my leather jacket.”
“Deal,” Maisie and Piper agree simultaneously, before turning and giving each other a high-five.
With hair, makeup, and the perfect outfits completed, the girls are ready to hit the town. They confidently strut into Maisie and Piper’s favorite club, although Harper appears to be slightly uncomfortable by the environment. The club is dimly lit except for the dance floor, the neon spotlights illuminating the people swaying to the music provided by the DJ. Maisie and Piper drag Harper onto the dance floor, immediately falling into the rhythm of the music, but Harper takes a bit longer to relax and enjoy the movement and music.
A group of men start dancing with the girls after a few songs; when one of the men starts to get too close for an already uncomfortable Harper, she decides to take her leave and grab a drink from the bar. While awaiting her gin and tonic, another eager man approaches and takes his time looking Harper up and down before saying anything.
“Excuse me, I think I dropped something… My jaw.” The man attempts a sly grin. Harper simply gives him the side-eye, unsure of what to say, when the bartender returns with her drink and saves her from having to react.
“Here, babe. Don’t have too much fun until I get off in a few,” the bartender says a little louder than necessary, even in the din of the club. Harper gives him a quizzical look, and he flicks his eyes discreetly to the imposing man beside her. Understanding dawns on her, and she quickly nods her head.
“Oh, right, thanks… Babe,” Harper plays along, forcing a smile onto her face.
“Anything for you.” The bartender winks at her, really selling it; the man with the awful one-liners, groans in defeat and finally walks away. After she’s sure the man is gone, she slides the bartender the money for her drink, but he stops it and slides it back.
“On the house, you look like you could use it.” He smiles sympathetically. Harper returns his smile, though slightly guarded.
“Thanks, uh…” She trails off, not wanting to revert to calling him babe now that the charade was over.
“Camden,” he supplies.
“Well, thanks, Camden,” Harper says before leaving the money and making a hasty retreat to the bathroom. All this awkward interaction is getting to be much for one night, and there is one person she knew that could talk her down. Sam.
Maisie, on the other hand, is taking the attention in stride, happy for the distraction. She latches on to the first guy, leaning into him and moving her hips in all the right ways. After a few songs with personal boundaries blurred, the man leads her away from the dance floor and moves in for more action. But as his lips touch hers, all she can think of is Dean. How perfect they were together, until he walked away. She suddenly pushes away, leaving the random stranger behind and confused.
Maisie makes her way to the bar, immediately ordering a succession of tequila shots. As she starts on her second round, Harper spots her on her way back from the bathroom, feeling downcast and perturbed after only receiving Sam’s voicemail.
“Whoa there, Mais.” She tries to caution, but Maisie just gives her a determined look that says “I’m out of fucks to give.”
“Carry on,” Harper concedes with a dark chuckle, as she glances around the room looking for Piper.
Under the bright spotlights, a dark-skinned beauty makes her way through the crowd, intent on Piper. She sidles up to Piper, dancing closely and capturing Piper’s curiosity throughout the next few songs. The woman grabs Piper’s hand and pulls her off the dance floor to a nearby table, smiles plastered on both of their faces.
“You looked like you could use a break, so I thought we could sit and talk for a bit,” the woman says, out of breath from dancing.
“Talking is all you had in mind?” Piper asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Depends on where the conversation takes us.” The woman smiles back flirtatiously. “So, are you a local or tourist?”
“Local, this is my favorite club actually,” Piper responds.
“I can see why.” The woman glances around the room before her beautiful brown eyes land back on Piper. “So, you’ve got a place around here?” Piper nods with a smile. “Want to get out of here?” The woman suggests as she pushes her long black hair out of her face.
“I don’t even know your name, yet,” Piper responds sheepishly.
“Nina. Nina VonVamp,” she whispers into Piper’s ear. The grin quickly slips from Piper’s face. Before she can react any further, Nina’s grip on her is like steel, and Piper’s struggle is pointless as Nina subtly drags her from the club.
“Where are you taking me?” Piper continues to try to pull away as they walk outside into the cool, night air.
“Actually, you’re taking me somewhere,” Nina says, throwing a smile over her shoulder. “The Raven sister’s house.”
“Why the hell do you want to go there?” Piper gives her an incredulous look as they reach a grey sedan behind the club away from any onlookers. Ignoring Piper’s question, Nina unlocks the car and pushes Piper into the backseat before pulling out a pair of handcuffs. Piper quickly slides away, attempting to push open the other door, but the door doesn’t budge.
“Fuck you, childlock,” Piper groans as she pushes angrily against the locked door.
Nina smirks and grabs onto Piper’s arm, handcuffing her to the handle on the ceiling of the car. As she slams the passenger door, the back entrance to the club swings open with a loud creak, causing Nina to quickly turn toward the sound.
Camden, the bartender, struts out toward Nina. “I’ll keep an eye on the girls and give you a warning when they leave.”
Nina starts making her way around the car to the driver’s side. “Keep them here as long as you can without using physical force; we can’t risk losing any more of us in this city right now.” Camden nods before heading back inside.
Nina hops in the car, but before driving off, she turns around, holding her hand out to Piper. “Give me your phone.” Piper reluctantly gives it to her, a deep frown on her face. “All right, now where are we going?” Turning back around, Nina plops the phone into the cup holder next to her, out of reach for Piper, whose thoughts are frantically trying to route an escape.
As much as Piper doesn’t want to give up the location to the Safehouse, she knows the right tools to get out of this situation could be easily accessed there. Her only option is to give up the Safehouse, find a weapon, and hope Harper and Maisie will find her soon. With a heavy sigh, Piper points Nina in the right direction, and Nina follows her instructions with a triumphant smirk.
“I’m giving you what you want, you could at least tell me what you want from us. You already killed my fiancé,” Piper tries to reason, adding the last part in an undertone.
Nina glances at her in the rearview mirror, noting the emotions stirring behind Piper’s stern expression, before looking back to the road. It’s quiet for a moment, until Piper gives out her next instruction.
“Just here to get some information,” Nina finally answers. At her vague response, Piper glares at the back of Nina’s head.
“Why the hell would you need information about us? Aren’t you just a mindless monster bent on killing?” Piper seethes; her anger and curiosity make it easier to talk and push for the answer she wants. Hopefully, she can get them.
Nina doesn’t respond though, staying silent with a smirk and only acknowledging Piper when she gives directions. Eventually, they arrive at the Safehouse. Nina lets Piper out of the backseat, handcuffing her again as soon as Piper’s feet touch the rubble of the driveway. Nina keeps her hand wrapped around Piper’s upper arm as they walk to the front door; once through the door, Neptune stands tall, growling at the intruder in his home.
“Lock the dogs away, I’d rather not kill them,” Nina says, shoving Piper toward the white German Shepherd. As Piper ushers Neptune into the guest room, Gandalf trots down the stairs, taking his turn to briefly bark at Nina before Piper manages to push him into the guest room as well. Nina strides into the living room as soon as the door closes, leaving Piper and Nina alone once again; she glances around the room, taking in the layout.
Nina grabs Piper’s arm once again, pushing her toward the couch. “Sit, and don’t move,” Nina commands, and Piper unhappily complies. Nina struts around the living room and kitchen, glancing at pictures of the girls and snooping through drawers. All the while, Piper’s mind is reeling for a way to fight back, or at least contact the girls and get out of this mess.
Back at the club, the Raven sisters are feeling the failure of their attempt at a good time. The tequila shots only seem to have heightened Maisie’s forlorn mood, and yet another unanswered call to Sam, after over a month of not speaking to him, has Harper even more on edge.
“Why did we think this was a good idea? I think this is the worst idea we’ve come up with,” Harper finally divulges. Maisie exaggeratedly rolls her eyes, shaking her finger in Harper’s face. Harper crosses her arms, ready for Maisie’s protest.
“No! Your punk rock band was the worst idea we ever had. Horrible for my managing career...” Maisie slurs as she tries to yell over the din of the club.
“Hey! I still stand by Assholes with Feelings, we had potential, okay,” Harper heatedly defends. Maisie can’t help laughing, the alcohol in her veins only aiding her outburst. When Maisie’s laughter doesn’t die down, and she starts swaying, Harper decides it’s time to call it a night. Getting up, Harper links Maisie’s arm over her shoulder, her own arm going around Maisie’s waist. She sets a few more bills on the counter for the bartender, but before they can get away, he grabs onto Harper’s hand.
“Can’t I convince you to stick around a little longer? I didn’t even get your name.” Camden gives her an earnest smile. Harper shakes her head slightly, giving him a somewhat apologetic smile, or grimace, depending how you look at it.
“Sorry, I’ve got to get my sister home, she’s had one too many.”
Maisie’s laughter subsides long enough for her to give her input. “That secret code for, ‘sorry, I’m in hopeless love for Sam,’” Maisie immediately starts to giggle again. Harper’s face clearly turns to a grimace now.
“Okay, we’re going now, sorry, bye,” Harper quickly gushes before dragging Maisie to the door. Once they’ve stumbled into the fresh night air, Harper suddenly remembers Piper.
“Damn, where did Red go.” Harper looks from side to side, wondering if she made it out and was possibly waiting for them; she hadn’t remembered seeing Piper for a while.
“Little Red, with tall, dark, and gorgeous,” Maisie grins, giving a confused Harper a nudge in the side. The meaning of Maisie’s incomplete sentence dawns on Harper; however, just to be safe, Harper fishes her phone out of her pocket to send Piper a text.
Didn’t see you leave the club… You good?
Shoving her phone back in her pocket, Harper trudges under Maisie’s weight as they make their way back to the car. She opens the passenger door to Maisie’s mustang, practically shoving Maisie into the seat, before making her way to the driver’s side. Always on the cautionary side, Harper opens up the convertible roof for Maisie’s sake, before starting the car. As she prepares to pull out of the parking lot, her phone chimes with a text alert.
Found a ride home with a friend ;))
Satisfied with this response, Harper allows a small laugh before pulling onto the road to head home.
Nina closes the door to the last room on the first floor after yet another dead end. The only thing useful she could find on this floor was potential weak spots in the form of photos of the sisters’ and their associates, including an obnoxiously large photo of a young Harper with a large, shaggy-haired male that she recognized as a young Sam Winchester. Before heading upstairs, Nina moves Piper to the stairs, handcuffing her to the banister.
“This would be a lot more fun if you’d play along,” Nina purrs, batting her eyelashes at Piper.
“I’m not going to play whatever sick game you’re at. As a human, I have a little something called integrity,” Piper objected stiffly.
“I wonder how well that defiance of yours would work for you with my teeth in your throat.” Nina smiles sharply. Her heartbeat quickening, Piper swallows thickly as her eyes drop to the floor in defeat.
“No matter, I’ll dig up any dirty little secrets your precious sisters have,” Nina jeers over her shoulder as she struts up the stairs. She starts opening and closing doors, trying to find one of the girls’ bedroom, and finally stumbles upon Maisie’s. Nina looks through the vast music collection and scattered books throughout the room, eventually discovering a journal on the bedside table.
Leafing through the small notebook, Nina decides to take it, hoping the information inside will be helpful. She continues her search, looking in the closet and under the mattress, where she finds another journal tucked away from prying eyes. As Nina is about to glance through this second, hidden notebook, she hears the front door opening up and heads to the stairs.
Carrying most of Maisie’s weight, Harper stumbles through the front door, her arm wrapped around her sister’s waist again. The first thing to greet her is the sight of Piper, handcuffed and slumped against the stairwell banister. In a less than graceful movement, Harper drops Maisie onto the living room floor and grabs for the gun concealed in the hidden holster inside of her leather jacket. Ignoring Maisie’s faint groans, Harper slowly makes her way to Piper, gun held high. As she nears the bottom steps, Nina dramatically appears at the top of the staircase, journals in one hand, and the other resting on her hip.
“Welcome home,” Nina says with a deviant smirk.
“Thanks, can’t say you’re as welcome, though,” Harper retorts without missing a beat.
“You’re right, I think I’ve overstayed my welcome, I’ll see myself out.” Nina starts down the stairs, and Harper cocks her gun. Nina, however, is unperturbed and doesn’t stall until she is standing behind Piper.
“On second thought, I think Piper will do the honors of showing me out.”
“You so much as touch a strand of her hair, and I will blow your goddamn brains out,” Harper threatens through clenched teeth.
“Oh, honey, I could rip her throat out before even one of your harmless little bullets could tickle me,” Nina scoffs lightly.
“Deadman’s blood bullets. You want to take that bet?” Harper puts on her best poker face, willing Nina not to see through her bluff, but Nina doesn't retreat.
She gives Harper an almost pitying look, before grabbing Piper by the hair and pulling her to her feet. Nina leans in close, her nose caressing Piper’s neck as she inhales deeply; she, then, turns to smile at Harper, displaying her fangs. Harper tries to hold her ground, but seeing the terrified look on Piper’s face, she finally backs down and drops her gun.
“Now there’s a good girl.” Nina releases her hold on Piper’s hair, letting her drop back down onto the stairs, shaking.
“Just get the hell out,” Harper growls, her hands curled into tight fists at her side.
“Anything you say, Raven. I’ll give your regards to Ben…”
“Who the fuck is Ben!?” Harper confusedly shouts.
“You’ll find out soon enough.” Nina laughs darkly. Continuing to take her time exiting the house, she stops briefly in front of the aforementioned, obnoxiously large photo of Harper and Sam. “Nice picture. What’s it like being a Winchester’s bitch?” Nina takes one last look at Harper’s sputtering face, before slamming the door behind her, the sound ringing in the girls’ ears.
After sleeping off the night’s strange turn of events, the girls begrudgingly wake up to the afternoon sun, eventually convening in the kitchen for a late brunch. Over coffee and an assortment of brunch foods, Harper and Piper take turns filling Maisie in on what she missed in her drunken state.
“So, some vamp-associated creep, named Ben, is trying to dig up information on us?” Maisie queries once Harper and Piper finish their account. Exchanging glances, Piper simply shrugs, staying as quiet as possible, while Harper responds.
“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.”
Resting her head on her hands, Maisie groans out exasperatedly, “I’m too hungover for this, why can’t we just have one good night out!?” At Maisie’s distressed tone, Gandalf trots over to her and rests a paw on her leg; Maisie manages a tired smile as she runs her fingers over his fur. Not wanting to feel left out, Neptune follows suit and earns a head scratch from Maisie as well.
“I don’t know, Mais, but this isn’t over. We need to figure out what she found, and most importantly, who the fuck Ben is.” Harper says, just as her phone rings, a picture of Cas in his Christmas onesie popping up. “Hey, what’s the word, Cas?” Maisie and Piper perk up at hearing his name.
“It’s a shorten- nevermind, there’s something very urgent I need to speak with you about.” Cas replies tersely.
“Is everything okay, Cas?” Harper asks, taking a deep breath as she can feel her anxiety rearing its ugly head.
“The Winchesters have been imprisoned.”
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