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swtki · 4 years ago

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Dancing Days - Edward Cullen x Reader Smut

Anonymous said: 19&24 on edward smut? love ur writing!

A/N: Thank you so much :) also I’m so happy everyone is h*rny for Eddy. I decided I want to explore more period times with Edward, changing his persona in a certain decade, but still ultimately being in the same universe as cannon. This will play into the readers character a tad bit.

WARNINGS: 18+ CONTENT, SWEARING, S*X, VAMPIRES, ORAL SEX (MALE RECIEVING), VIRGIN! EDWARD, NON VIRGIN READER, GENDER NEUTURAL READER, MENTIONS OF WAR AND DEATH.

19: “Fuck me like you want people to know”.

24. “Thing is, I’m a virgin”.

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I brushed my hair into its usual part, making sure I looked flawless. The year was 1976, I was a senior in Highschool. It was a wonderful time to be a teenager, no longer afraid that my friends would die in Vietnam. Even in my dinky little Washington town, the culture was becoming our own.

The Led Zeppelin record playing on my record player stopped suddenly, alerting me that I was no longer alone in my room. I turned, my expression soft as I saw my boyfriend, Edward.

“Whats up with you and this album? Everytime I come in, its always House of Th Holy on repeat.” I rolled my eyes, lifted the record in question off of the tray, and put it back snuggly in its case.

“I can’t help it, Ed. Robert just speaks to me. I’m sure you’re like that with Louis Armstrong.” I waved my hand, walking back to my mirror to finish getting ready.

“Maybe, but the music you listen to it’s...” Edward paused for a moment, sitting on my bed. “It’s suggestive, Y/N.” I turned to him, my eyebrow raised.

“Suggestive? What’s that supposed to mean?” I placed my hands on my hips, and waited for him to explain.

“Well, for one that one song says ‘Sipping booze’, I quite think that is blatant alcohol reference.” I looked at him, dumbfounded. Then, I started to laugh, and I walked over to him. Instinctually, he pushed his head into my chest, enjoying the comfort it brought him.

“I love you, but god are we from two different Mars.” He chuckled, sending a rumble through my chest.

At school, I was an average kid. Fair grades, many friends, many ex friends. When Edward was paired up with me in math, I got through his cold, stone skin. At first, he was annoyed when I would fuck off, leaving him to do the work himself. Understandable, and once I realized how rude I was, I stopped. I talked to him, prodded him truthfully. I would ask him once we started dating if he had noticed me previously, because I had never noticed him.

“Yes, I noticed that you were the only one who didn’t acknowledge me. Ironic I guess.”

A year into our relationship, I would never let him go unnoticed. We walked the halls, hand in hand. Our outlooks were so different when it came to life. He was modest, I was free spirited. Edward was different from my boyfriends previously, I didn’t want to fuck things up, and I refused to even risk it.

School went slowly that day, possibly because my head was focused on what I would ask Edward, my boyfriend of one year, about sex. About us and sex.

I hadn’t told him that I wasn’t a virgin, I was worried he would only want a virgin girl, after all they can never look at you disappointed and say “I’ve had better.” A definite plus. Many a nights I tried to imagine him, moaning completely under my control. I wanted him, but I didn’t know if he wanted me. Surely in 50 years he had found a good fuck. I worried that he would be into someone else, forever tied to a vampiress.

The end of the school day couldn’t have come sooner, my anxiety rising as I got into Edwards car, starting a long silent car ride. I tried to keep my mind off of it, an attempt to avoid the conversation until we were at my house. I kept my mind busy with the lush scenery outside of the passenger side window.

“So... I know you want to ask me, and I know the answers to what I would ask you.” He said blatantly, putting the car in park outside my front lawn.

“I don’t wanna talk out here Ed, lets go inside.” I swung my bag onto my shoulder. Thats the thing with Edward, I never have to say anything, just as long as I think it.

My house was empty, making it easy for Edward to follow me upstairs to my room. I shut my door behind us, then turned to him. Unsure of what to say, I breathed in deeply.

“How long have you known that I wasn’t...you know?” He smiled, sitting on my plush navy sheets.

“Y/N, I knew before I met you what I was getting into. Your ex had a lot of thoughts about that one night where you guys-”

“Oh my god okay ew.” A blush rose upon my face, and I saw Edward laugh as he watched my body fill with embarassment. “Well why didn’t you say something?” I asked.

“I figured if it needed to be brought up, it would be. You and I aren’t exactly a physical couple so I didn’t worry too much.” I walked over to my bed, taking a seat next to him.

“I see...I mean it wouldn’t be a big deal for me so if you want to...” I bit my lip at him, his gaze turned to the other direction.

“Thing is, I’m a virgin.” My expression went from a seductive look, to a puzzled one. I wondered if I had heard him correctly. “I’m old school, Y/N. It wasn’t like how it is now when I was human. People didn’t just have sex in highschool, unless they were married because the man was off to war. So, it hasn’t been on the menu for me. You’re the first girl I’ve dated in fifty years, you know. And no, there was no vampiress or anything.” I smiled.

“Well, I don’t wanna scare you or push it or anything. It’s just you know-”

“You want to touch me, to be touched by me.” his eyes trailed back to mine, looking deep into my soul.

“Yes, I want you, Edward.” I pressed my lips to his, pulling away jut as it got intense. I could feel his disappointment. “I want to...but I can’t let you down. Tomorrow night. I’ll call you and we can talk about everything we want out of it, I’ll give you a fucking fairytale, my love” I chuckled.

I called him that night as I had said I would. We talked about my first time, and everything I liked, followed by what he had seen on video, what he wanted to try, and his fears.

“I don’t want to kill you, darling.” He said.

“Then don’t. I won’t let you.” He laughed at me, enjoying my lack of seriousness.

The next night rolled along with a quick pace. I looked at the clock and saw that it was time for me to start getting ready.

I made myself look simple, a small bit of makeup and hair product, but otherwise just a tank top and jeans. Sometimes, dating an old fashioned guy was a pain in the ass. Always complaining about suggestive behavior. But other times, my shoulders counted as being half nude.

“You look stunning, as per usual.” Edward said, stepping into my room. He was tense and barely moved. “I don’t know what to do..what usually happens with it if I’m not the one doing everything.”

If he had any blood flow, he would have been blushing right about then.

“We don’t have to do anything you know. We can just lay down and watch a movie if you want to, I just want to make you happy, Edward.” I walked over to him and put a strand of his messy auburn hair behind his ear. Without hesitation, he pressed his forehead to mine.

“I want to, thats the part that’s been eating me away ever since I met you. I want to make you feel good, I just don’t know if I’ll lose it and-“ I cut him off with a kiss.

“Even if you break my pelvis into pieces, I’ll still be happy. I’m always happy when I’m with you.” we both smiled, and suddenly the thick tension that once filled the room vanished. “I’ll take care of you tonight, just as long as you’re doing it for you. I just need to know you’re doing this for you, and you need to be sure you wont roll over afterwards and hate me.” I said, my hand clasped in his marble one.

“I want you, Y/N. I have no doubts that I’ll want you afterwards, too.”

I pushed his head down, level to my own. Our kiss was deep, filled with a years worth of hunger. My hands tugged on his hair, making him whimper. Suddenly, I felt my feet lift off the ground as Edward carried me to my bed. With a soft thump, the plush sheets surrounded my body. It was a contrast of warmth on my back, and Edwards cool body on my top.

His hands were balled into fists, clutching my duvet as if his life depended on it. I pulled away, panting for air.

“Sorry, I forget you need air.” He smirked. I rolled my eyes in response.

“Well, its a shame you don’t. Because I intend on taking your breath away.” we both made small laughs at my remark.

“What now?” He looked at me for guidance.

“Get on your back.” I said.

We switched positions, he was now on the bottom. My legs straddled his torso, I sight he visably enjoyed. I slithered my hands up to his head, cupping his face as I kissed him again. My left hand left its post, reaching down to the buttons on his shirt.

I paused, looking up at him once I got to the last button.

“Does it...work like normal or...” He threw his head back and laughed.

“It doesn’t have spikes, I can assure you its just like a humans. But Emmet did tell me to pull out so...I’m kind of worried about the implications of that but-“ I leaned down to shut him up with a kiss.

His hands were still at his side, resting on the bed. I picked up his wrists, and placed them on the side of my thighs. He squeezed them lightly.

My hands roamed over his bare chest, cool to the touch. I lached my lips onto his neck, causing his back to arch below me. I could feel his excitement beneath me, it gave me a big self esteem boost. His hand reached along my waist, tugging at my shirt. His eyes lit up at the sight of my bare chest. He reached for me but I pulled away to slide down onto my knees.

He looked confused, like I had left him high and dry.

“Sit on the edge.” I said softly, my knees burning slightly due to the rough carpet underneath them.

He rid himself of the unbottoned shirt, slidding over to me once finished. My hands slowly stroked his thighs, he was desperate for some type of touch.

I smiled, tugging on his belt until it came undone. He stayed silent, looking at me like I was the only thing in the world. I unbottoned the trousers, tugging on them. He kicked them off and was left in his breifs.

“Is it okay if I..” I looked up at him and he nodded frantically. I palmed him over his underwear, feeling how hard he had gotten from kissing. My fingers latched onto the waist band, pulling them down to reveal a pale yet pink cock. It wasn’t too big, but deffinitley satisfactory. I ran my finger over the tip, earning a small groan from the vampire. My eyes trailed up to him, so I could see him when I took him in my mouth.

He let out a breathy moan, eyes focused on my mouth. His lips were parted ever so slightly. I bobbed my head, and grotesquely sexual sounds arose from my throat. I felt Edward move a strant of hair out of my face, he looked at me like I was a god.

“Fuck..Y/N if you keep doing that there wont be anything for you, dear” He said in a breathy moan. I pulled back, my mouth feeling sore and tired. “Do you still want to?” He asked, grasping his hands on my waist.

“Yes, I fucking need you.” I threw off my jeans, I would worry about finding them later, I needed him. He layed back down, propping his head up on my pillows. Our lips collided in another kiss as I leveled myself with him.

“Are you sure?” I ask him, stroking his hard member.

“I’m sure.” He pecked my lips again as I got ontop of his lean figure. I spat in my hand, lubing up my needy hole.

“How do you want me to do this? I mean like slow? What do-“ He said with genuine worry.

“Fuck me like you want people to know” I whispered, “ Fuck me like you want the entire neighborhood to know that I’m yours and yours only.”

“I can make that happen, love.” He flipped me over, now being back to where we first started. He lined up his cock with my hole, running it around the tight area. I put my fingers in his hair, making a slight tug as he pushed into my body.

Pleasure filled my body as he filled me up, his cock stretched my insides in the right ways. Without pausing, he started to push his hips into mine, making sure not to hurt me.

He reached down to suck on my neck, adding to the pornagraphic moans in the room. My hands travled to his back, scratching my nails down the cold stone like skin. His moans echoed in my ear.

“Y/N, I can’t be on top I’m going to crush you” I laughed at him, tapping his side so he fell onto the bed. I swung my legs over him, sitting on his perfect cock.

“Perfect, fucking amazing.” He said as I steady myself onto him. His face was in a euphoric expression, the most relaxed I had ever seen him.

I began to rock my hips, sliding him in and out of me. His hands grabbed onto my hips, guiding me. Everything was a euphoric experience. My gut filled with that wonderful sensation.

“Edward I’m gonna cum, oh my god” I moaned out, picking up my pace.

Suddenly, the world went still. My eyes went black and I saw stars as my orgasm washed over me. My moans echoed in the room as my body twitched. A few thrusts up into my body and Edward pulled out of me, rubbing his cum out onto his hand.

I layed there panting while he sped to the bathroom, and came back with a clean cloth, wiping down my body. He put the cloth down, pulling up his underwear and handing me mine. I slipped the fabric on, slipping under the covers.

“Get in here, I wanna kiss you”

He laughed, obeying and slipping beside me. Our lips reunited in a soft clash.

“I love you so much, dear.”

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dcbutinamrev · 3 years ago

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Amrev as Classic Vines pt. 4

(After that post, we all could use a little laugh. Hope these help lighten up your mood or day! Enjoy!)

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King George III: *holding ice cream* Unicorns be like-

*smashes ice cream at Seabury*

Seabury:

Laurens: *after he discovered Hamilton’s marriage* Screw you, I’m leaving!

*slams door, pauses*

Laurens: Oh...forgot my keys! Ha ha ha

Hamilton: Laurens, how did you get your hair to look so good? I’m jealous...

Laurens: ...It’s...natural...

Hamilton: Wow...

Jefferson: Sir, can I have a full tank of gas?

Hamilton: That is $38

Jefferson: That is absolutely ridiculous

Hamilton: If you don’t like the price, go to Taco Bell. They’ll give you gas for $1.29

Henry Laurens: This room always messy! You got clothes on the floor-

Laurens: *grins and presses button* I do this all the time, I am so sorry

Hamilton: *at Maria Reynolds* Ooh-

Betsey: No! Very bad no! Go inside!

Hamilton:

Betsey: Now, stay in there and think about what you did wrong!

Hamilton: But she was fine-

Washington: *when the aides leave to go somewhere* Alright guys, have fun! I’ll be here! *laughs awkwardly* If you need me! By myself...

Angelica: Did you see what Alexander did to his girlfriend at lunch?!

Peggy: What?!

Angelica: He got her a napkin!

Peggy: No!

Angelica: Yes! That is so goals!

Laurens: Time for some patriatoic activities!

Lafayette: Fireworks?!

Laurens: No! Dumping tea! *splashes tea*

Redcoat: *screams*

Lafayette: Was that hot tea?

Laurens: Maybe...

Tilghman: What are you doing...?

Meade: THE FLOORS ARE LAVA!

Tilghman: You’ve been doing that since you were a kid...

Meade: I’m not dead yet, am I?!

Washington: Okay, senior trip! Where do you want to go?

Hamilton: The Bahamas!

Washington: I don’t know about that...

Laurens: Let’s go to hell!

Washington: No!

Betsey: What do you want for Christmas?

Angelica H: All the worlds pugs! *pause* Pugs are for life

Philip H: Hey, Dad, can we go get ice cream?

Hamilton: Uh...sorry buddy, we can’t

Philip H: Okay...fine, I guess I’ll just tell Mom that you’re cheating on her

Hamilton: *panics* Ice cream sounds great! Let’s go!

Burr: Hey, could you pass the ranch?

Hamilton: What do you say?

Burr: Uh, what do you say? Give me that stupid ranch before I kill you. I swear it-

Hamilton: Oh, you look like you got a little something right there...

Laurens: What is it?

Hamilton: Pepper?

Laurens: Wait...no..Ow! That’s my mustache!

Hamilton: Babe...

Laurens: *wakes up* Wassup?

Hamilton: I love you~

Laurens: New phone, who this?

Hamilton: What...?

Laurens: New phone, who this?!

Tallmadge: Go pet the lion, he’s more scared of you than you are of it

Arnold: I highly doubt that cause I am terrified right now

*Burr says something*

Hamilton: *tries not to laugh but fails* Fuck you Burr

Washington: *at Hamilton*: Hey, son! How’s it going? How are those chores going? Don’t forget the flowers, you need to...WATER those!

Hamilton: Gingers have no souls...seriously...just look at them

Hamilton: Hey, me and John are going to go jump off a bridge! You wanna come?

Lafayette: Oh my God, I am so unprepared for this *laughs* YES!

Johann Lavine: Hey, buddy, your grades are slipping... what’s up with that?

Hamilton: What’s up with you just getting out of prison?

Harry Laurens: Not to rough...

Laurens: *tossing Jemmy up and down* He’s alright! Aren’t you?

Laurens: *tosses Jemmy up*

Jemmy: *hits head and falls*

Laurens:

Harry:

Laurens: Call the doctor...now...

Lafayette: *at Laurens* You look coat looks so comfortable!

Hamilton: *at Laurens* You’re so sexy I set you as my homescreen!

Kinloch: *at Laurens* You have the voice of an angel!

Betsey: Can I get all tall frappichino? You want whipped cream?

Hamilton: *deep voice* You bet your ass I want whipped cream

Betsey: *slightly terrified* With whipped cream...

Hamilton: Whipped cream..

Hamilton: *in aide-de-camp office* Fuck.

Washington: Yo! Watch your language!

Hamilton: Oh, shit my bad. Fucking...dammn it...

Hamilton: I had a dream about you last night...

Laurens: Well, tell me about it~

Hamilton: No, I don’t remember!

Laurens: Well, try to remember something

Hamilton: You were in France, it was a Tuesday night, you were wearing a red shirt

Laurens:

Betsey: Babe, we did it! You’re going to be a father!

Hamilton: Babe, I’m reading Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, what do you want?!

Hale: I’m Nate

Tallmadge: And I’m Ben

Both: And we’re too very supportive guys

Tallmadge: I can’t lift this...

Hale: I believe in you

Tallmadge: Okay...

Hamilton: How many times do I have to tell you, you’re ten years old for crying out loud

Philip H: I know Dad, I’m sorry...

Hamilton: Beer before liquor never been sicker. Okay?

Theodosia Burr Jr: Dude, how’d your Dad make all the money?

Philip H: Dad, do the voice...

Hamilton: E. A. Sports

General Green: Show me the police sketch

*Laurens hands paper*

General Green: What the hell is this?

Laurens: Art *peace sign* Okay?

Jefferson: Ladies...if you ever want to get a guy’s attention... just wear a bonnent! They are so sexy bring them back!

Laurens: *does something reckless and stabs a Redcoat hot-like on the battlefiled*

Hamilton: That was majestic~

Laurens: Alexander, what big eyes you have

Hamilton: All the better ways to see you, my dear!

Laurens: What big nose!

Hamilton:

Laurens:

Hamilton: *laughs awkwardly* What about my nose?

*When Hamilton returns from Yorktown*

Betsey: Oh, honey, I’m so happy you’re back! But can you surprise me in a cuter way, so I can film it and post it on Facebook

Andre: Whatever happened to predictability?

Arnold: What do you mean?

Andre: I mean, the milkman, the paper boy, England teaming!

King George III: Wait what? You’re not coming to my tea party?! Seabury, I made biscuts!

Paul Revere: Hey, guys. If you really want to get the job, bring your own bean bag to the interview! That way you look casual

John Quincy Adams: My Mom said I could be the best dancer in the world!

Abigail Adams: Believe in yourself, baby!

Hamilton: You know when it’s sibling day and you’re like, “Hey! I love you.”

James Hamilton Jr.: I love you too...

Both: I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!

Philip H: Dad...?

Hamilton: Yes, sweetie?

Philip H: What are you doing?

Hamilton: Just watching you sleep

Philip H: This is my dorm!

Rachel Faucette: Alexander, it’s family dinner time. Get those elbows off the table.

Hamilton: Fine

Hamilton: * to James Hamilton, foot on table* Dad, can you pass me the potatoes

Spada: *howls like a wolf*

Meade: Hey, Harrison, what do you want for Christmas?

Harrison: I don’t know! I got pizza and some turkey for Christmas, man! I’m so hungry!

#source: vine #iconic vines #classic vines #alexander hamilton #john laurens #eliza schuyler #angelica schuyler #peggy schuyler #john andre #benedict arnold #rachel faucette #johann lavine #hamilton as vines #amrev as iconic vines #pt 4 #lams #historical lams #there's a lot of lams in this one #amrev

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dreamer213 · 3 years ago

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Broken Machines: Lights the Dark

Chapter 3 Evening in Atlas Part 2

Penny was stunned, of all the things she thought he was going to say she never would have guessed it would be THAT. A party? Their mission was at a party? One that requires formal attire and an luxurious vehicle. Just how? Why? What reason could there possibly be for her to go with General Ironwood to a formal party? This just didn’t make any sense at all! Penny tried and tried to comprise some sort of answer but every time she does she just circles back to where she started. Why in Remnant was this happening to her!

Penny: Um I’m sorry General but could you please explain to me why we are going to a evening party.

Ironwood: In all fairness we aren’t going to a normal evening party. We are going to an Altas evening party at the largest estate in the region.

Penny: I see, that still doesn’t answer my question.

Ironwood: The reason we are going is to gather some info before we begin our formal investigation or in this case your investigation.

Penny: I’m sorry what?

Ironwood: I’m rearranging your schedule and assigning you to an undercover investigation.

Penny: A-and what exactly am I going to investigate?

Ironwood: A week or two ago you witnessed one of the supply truck carrying materials for “the project” get hijacked, correct?

Penny: Yes. I tried to go after them but I had to rescue the security detail they injured during their escape.

Ironwood: Well, there’s been several more incidents since and it’s put everything behind schedule and we can’t afford any delays. Not right now. So we been investigating and have some clear suspects but we still haven’t been able to apprehend them. Every time we get close they spring a trap or find an some sort escape route and get away. We’ve done everything we can to tighten up security but they’re always one step ahead. Is as though they have information on the shipping schedule, the security detail, the layouts of the facilities, and facilities security systems. I believe that there’s a spy who’s been feeding the thieves this information.

Penny: I understand that but what does that have to with me attending an Atlas evening party?

Ironwood: You see, we’ve already done a thorough swipe of all the military personnel involved with “the project” and every single one was cleared of all suspicion so the spy isn’t from our end. Which means it has to be someone from factories or shipping companies and due to the classified nature of most of this intell it has to someone in a very high position in one or both companies. The only ones with that type of authority in either would have to be an Alas elite. The listed of possible suspects is still too large to focus in on any one specific and a public investigation will just raise more suspicion and give the spy a chance to flee hence the need to do this incognito.

Penny: But why me? Out of the numerous soldiers you have at your disposal why did you pick me?

Ironwood: I would do it myself but given my status as both a general and a member of the council showing any interest of any kind towards someone in high society will just raise more questions. As for the soldiers I could send most would be so obvious either in appearance or behavioral that they could never maintain their cover. And anyone who could maintain it already has some sort of of connection with Atlas that would just further complicate things. So that leaves you, Penny Polendina, with your innocence appearance and skill set you’re the perfect person to go undercover without raising any alarms.

Penny: I understand what you’re saying Sir but there’s still a large flaw in this plan. While it’s true I appear the most non threatening there’s still the matter of my mechanical nature. I just cannot believe people wouldn’t be suspicious of an android with more firepower then several military grade tanks attending formal events.

Ironwood: Your right they would be very suspicious of you if they knew.

Penny: If? They don’t……..How? How is this possible? All of Vytal saw me get ripped to pieces! The tournament was live! It was viewed around the world! How could anyone not know?

Ironwood: Tell me Penny, has anyone asked you about the tournament since you’ve been Mantle?

Penny paused for a moment, looking back no one had said anything about the Vytal Festival for as long as she’d been in Mantle. In fact she had explained her capabilities to several people after they witnessed her heroics the first month she was stationed there. Even then many had a hard time believing it was true. Was this really not public knowledge? Was this really not as well known as she thought? Had her terrifying near death experience really gone unnoticed?

Penny: How? Please just tell me how?

Ironwood: While your tragedy was televised across the globe it occurred so close to the fall of Beacon that it was quickly forgotten amongst the chaos Beacon’s tragedy caused. That and after global communications were lost all footage of the tournament was lost to.

Penny: But there were still witnesses. People still watched it happen.

Ironwood: Not in Alas.

Penny: Huh!

Ironwood: Atlas has always been a sort of world of its own especially amongst the elites. To them if doesn’t effect their cash flow it isn’t worth talking about or remembering. Your destruction may have been a hit to the military but to the city of Atlas it was non existent.

Penny: So from the perspective of the people at this party I’ll just be-

Ironwood: A girl from Mantle with a military background. A perfectly nobody, that’s your cover.

Penny: I see.

Ironwood: As to why we’re going tonight, this event is a very special one. Every politician, business mogul, and wealthy family in Atlas will be in attendance so is the perfect opportunity to make your induction into high society. I was hoping to brief you on the case and get you some etiquette lessons before you go in but this chance was to good to waste. We’ll go over everything properly in the morning but for tonight all you need to do is introduce yourself and try and make some connections.

Penny: …Yes Sir.

Ironwood: Remember Penny this isn’t for the sake of a military project. It’s for the sake of Altas as a whole.

Penny: Yes Sir.

With that everything was out in the open, all they could do now was finish the ride in silence. After a while the limo arrives at flying ferry, the only way to get passenger filled cars from Mantle to Atlas safely, once the limo is loaded on they’re into the air and soon they are greeted by the beauty that is the Atlas skyline.

Welcome to the city in the sky

The party’s going well, after the initial greeting and welcomes Jacques makes the announcement everyone’s been waiting for. In a long winded speech Jacques expressed how “sad” he was that his daughter had lost herself to the thralls of war to the point that he had to throw her out of the house for everyone’s safety and so now. He ends his “heartbroken” speech by announcing that his youngest child and only son Whitley was to be the new heir of the Schnee Dust Company. With that said he hands Whitley the microphone, prompting him to make his speech.

Whitley: Thank you Father, ladies and gentlemen I would first like to say I am so sorry about the circumstances that has brought us here tonight but never the less I’m grateful to all of you for gifting us with your presents. I never expected to be given this title especially not this way but I’m grateful to both my father and to all of you for believing in me capable of holding this new position. I promise I will do everything in my power to become the best heir I can possibly be. And one day I will take charge of our family business, continue our great and glorious legacy, and insure that it will carry on for many generations to come.

Whitley hands the mic back to Jacques whose now holding a glass of champagne. Jacques raises his glass, the guests follow. He points the glass towards his son and makes a toast.

Jacques: A toast to the new heir. May he grow to be strong man capable of doing what’s best for the Schnee Dust Empire and for the great city of Atlas! To Whitley!

“To Whitley” the crowd shouts back. Once everyone’s downed a bit of their drink Jacques and Whitley return to the ballroom floor and back into the awaiting crowd. Soon Whitley was mobbed by a sea of people all wanting to make conversation. Scores “ Congratulations” and “I’m sure you’ll be a wonderful heir!” and of course many “ It’s pity about your sister.”. Every word out of their mouths is like sugar drenched poison. Alluring on the surface but bite into it and the toxicity of their true intentions are strong enough to kill eight full grown men. This was not group happy guests but a flock of vultures looking to pick at the fresh meat that is a young elite’s pride.

Whitley: This is going to be a very VERY long night.

As the limousine gets closer to their destination Penny grows anxious, she had handled many missions before but those were all Grimm related she’d never had to socialize outside of saying hello to Mantle citizens or issuing warns to known criminals. Her anxiety only grows worse as she spots their destination out the window. They’re heading towards a ginormous mansion, longer then most of the government building, it’s pearlescent, grand, and overall screamed “High Class”. Penny was feeling completely out of her depth in this situation and very unsure of how to handle it. She looks over to Ironwood and asks for a little guidance.

Penny: Sir, May I ask what exactly am I supposed to say to these “Altas elites”?

Ironwood: That easy. Just give them you’re name, that you’re here with me and you’re one my highest ranked soldiers. That should be enough to get them talking.

Penny: Alright, I’ll do my best.

The limo finally come to a stop in the manor driveway behind several other more expensive looking limousines. The driver opens the car door, Ironwood get out first he extends his right arm her to grab. She tries reaching for his hand but he corrects her and places it on his bicep instead. He lifts her out of her seat and onto the sidewalk. Once Penny’s out of the car she gets a full view of the manor, and it’s almost overwhelming with how regal it looks. A castle like structure with high towers, ornate windows, and beautiful woodwork, a true masterpiece of a building. They head inside and by the gods it’s as though they step into a fairytale! The marble floors, the gorgeous walls, there’s even statues and big chandeliers! Things only get more dazzling as they enter the ballroom, it’s just as amazing as the entrance and there’s a sea of well dressed people socializing inside. Once again Penny looks to Ironwood but before she can say anything someone rushes up to greet him and soon people start gathering around him!

“There’s the man we’ve been looking for! General Ironwood get over here this instant! “

One man shouts bringing even more attention to Ironwood as the now mob of people get closer and closer. Most look to be business men and wealthy middle women and they’re all thanking for saving them at the charity gala and asking to get him a drink. They’re almost surrounded when Ironwood finally speaks up.

Ironwood: Penny, Why don’t you go take a look around. I have some people I need to talk to.

Penny: But General-

Ironwood puts his hand up to ask the crowd for some space then gets down to Penny’s level and whispers to her.

Ironwood:(whisper) I can handle things here, you go and cover more ground.

Penny: Yes Sir!

Penny unlinks her arm from his and heads off while Ironwood starts chatting up the crowd. Penny looks around hoping to find someone to converse with but everyone seems to be engrossed in their own conversations. As she goes deep and deeper into the ballroom she picks up a really nice smell, not like the perfume or cologne of the people around but more like the smells of the food stands and restaurants in Mantle only nicer! Penny knows she shouldn’t get distracted but temptation is just too great and there was still time to figure out how to complete her mission so would it really be wrong to take one quick little break? Penny follows the smell to a line of tables and it’s glorious! It’s a buffet! Full of fresh seafood, a carving station, an assortment of vegetable dishes, and some many food she’s never even know existed! There’s even a fancy dessert station! Penny’s beside herself trying to figure out how she should to go about this.

Penny: It all looks so good I want to try everything! But I can’t just eat all I want my stomach has a capacity. And I know Dad must have a plate saved for me at home. So I’ll just get one plate and fill it with a little bit of everything that stands out to me so I don’t overeat. Yeah that should work.

Penny grabs a plate and goes down the buffet line. She picks up a small lobster tail and a couple shrimp, a small piece of wagyu beef, a bit of garden salad, some truffle pasta, and a tiny chocolate soufflé for dessert. Once she’s got her plate filled she can’t wait another second and takes a bite from the first thing she can stick her fork in. It was the lobster and it’s delicious. It’s so savory and sweet and buttery. It’s so soft it’s practically melting in her mouth. So good.~

She keeps eating for bit until she notices a shadow looming over her. She looks up from her plate to see a group of upper class women in beautiful dresses each in different colors. This is great Penny could finally start on her mission! She was about to greet them but a woman in a red dress spoke first.

Woman in red: Oh my look at that plate! It looks you’re really enjoy yourself. The food must absolutely delicious.

Penny: Yes, it is. Good evening my name is Penny Pole-

Woman in red: I mean it must be, why else would you be stuffing your face so eagerly.

Penny: What.

Woman in blue: Uh Young lady I think you might want to slow down a bit. Surely you wouldn’t want to fill out that dress of yours, though you do have plenty of room in the hip area. Maybe you should try hit the gym or look for a good surgeon.

Woman in yellow: Oh don’t forget about the color! I’d never be so bold to wear lime green to an evening party. And with those freckles and such pale skin Dear you look a little spotty glow stick.

Penny:(quietly) I thought it looked nice.

Woman in indigo: Now girls don’t be so cruel, she’s just a little girl isn’t she? Poor thing can’t be more then 12 with that silly hair and those fat cheeks. Come on where’s your mommy and daddy? Do you need help finding them?

That’s it! Penny couldn’t take anymore! This wasn’t the first time she had been insulted. Be it by drunks, criminals, or generally rude people Penny had been insulted, screamed, and even cursed at while on patrol. But none of that had ever made her feel like this! Nothing had ever made her feel like this! These women may have said things that were far less graphic than what Penny was use to hearing but the way they said was just so awful it made her feel so tiny and pathetic. She couldn’t listen to anymore and walked away as fast she can as they laugh behind her. She kept going until she found an uninhabited section of tables next to a balcony. She sits at the table closest to balcony and starts eating her food again. It’s gotten cold and don’t taste as good for some reason. What was she going to do? If this was how the elites treat what they believe to be a helpless teenage girl how could she possibly investigate and find the spy! What was she going to do?.

Whitley had been on his feet all night. His father had left to go rub elbows with some politicians in his cigar room leaving Whitley to do the lion’s share of hosting the party. He’s spent hours spitting out fake compliments, making small talk, and apologizing on behalf of his sister to the point he feels like a broken record. After finishing yet another pointless conversation Whitley excuse himself to get something. Once he’s gotten out of view of the guests he heads towards a secluded balcony in the quietest part of ballroom passing by a woman picking at her plate.

He steps on to the balcony, he takes a moment to take in the cool night air, he walks forward to the railing turns around and leans backwards on it looking towards the ballroom floor. This was the only way he could try to relax at events like these. Go to a quiet place a little far from the guests but still close enough that he could run back in if his father came looking for him. Ugh Father.

Whitley: I’ve been doing his job all night while he runs off to smoke with some famed narcissists. Though that is what they say about birds of the same feathers, still hosting an event to apologize for your child’s behavior then leaving the actual task of hosting up to your other child can’t possibly reflect well on you. But it’s not like I’m only doing his job. How many times have I apologize for Weiss tonight? How many excuses have I made for Mother while she’s off drinking? How times have I had to redirect a conversation when someone asks about what Winter’s been doing? I do all that and more for what? Why is this how I live? Why am I stuck constantly cleaning up after people who don’t seem to give a damn about me just to survive? I mean I keep hanging on trying to keep things calm until I obtain the power I need to finally put an end to this nightmare but honestly what am I even trying to save? A mother who’s spent the last decade a drunken mess, an older sister who seen hell but still throws tantrums like a child, an even older sister who acts like her precious perfect baby sister is her only family regardless of who else cared about her, and manor full of people who would only see me as a way to maintain their incomes! Gods Am I really that alone?

Whitley internally sighs, he throws his head up to the stars bathing in the heaven’s light. The stars were one of the only things that could ground him when he starts feeling this way. Looking up at them always made him feel like he was floating in heavens, far away from all his problems free and safe. He leans back further to get a better view, spacing out as his mind begin to calm. Until he moves back a little too much and loses his balance. He tries to catch himself but he ends up flailing and slips. Time seems to slow down as his about tip over into a two story drop he screams.

Whitley: AAAAHHHHH! Crap! This is bad! Father’s going to throw an absolute fit when he see the mess this makes.

He closes his eyes hoping it’ll be quick but before he goes into free fall he stops. He opens them and sees a freckled hand wrapped around his forearm.

Penny: Hang on, I’ve got you!

He looks up and makes eye contact with his savior. It’s a girl who’s face he’d never seen before. She no older then him, wearing a bright green dress with fiery red hair in soft ring like curls and big beautiful green eyes.

Penny was still pondering what to next when she heard a scream and commotion coming from balcony. Knowing a cry for help better then anyone Penny dashes towards the sound. She’ll almost too late when she gets out the door and she see half the person’s body is already over the railing but she manages to close the distance just in time to grab they’re arm. She yells to get they’re attention and let’s them know she’s got ahold on them, in this moment they made eye contact and she finally gets a real look at the person she just saved. It’s a teenage boy and he’s…just…beautiful. That’s the only way Penny could describe it. His skin was so pale if she hadn’t felt the heat coming off him she would’ve sworn he was made of porcelain, his hair was so white it looked like snow and it looked so soft and shiny it could’ve been mistaken for silk. And his eyes gods his eyes, they were this deep blue that somehow looked like the sky right before twilight, a endlessly deep sea, and bright like a brilliant shining jewel. Now Penny had seen plenty of handsome men before, she knew nature could make many gorgeous creatures but this, this was the first time anything had made her this awestruck. She couldn’t move she couldn’t think all she could do was take in the beauty of the young man before her.

Whitley: Ummm Excuse me miss? Could you please pull me up?

#penny polendina #whitley schnee #broken machines #james ironwood #jacques schnee #rwby fanfiction #fanfic #it is here

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derivativealigner · 4 years ago

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Well, I’m done rewatching season 2 of south park and I’ve taken plenty of notes and screenshots to document all the facts and tidbits I thought were interesting or just funny. Under the cut is a collection of notes where I progressively start caring more and more about fake children

Kenny’s house is full of empty bottles, his family eats frozen waffles for dinner, and his dad is drinking at the dinner table

Kenny’s and Kyle’s dads have some history. They were best friends as teenagers

Kenny’s dad is kind of anti-Semitic, he says Kyle’s dad was successful because he’s Jewish

Cartman kind of expresses agreement with Stuart’s anti-Semitism, which I think is the first time Cartman’s been clearly anti-Semitic

Kenny’s house has rats, but his room has lights that shut off when you clap twice

WOW KYLE wtf he says “Kenny's not really my friend, Ma. I don't give a rat's ass about him.” FUCKING RUDE

Kyle and Kenny have a fun little sleepover where they play “ookie mouth”, a game where they take turn spitting in each other’s mouths. This episode (S02E10 Chickenpox) is great for fans of K2 despite how absolutely disgusting ookie mouth is

The McCormick house was something Stuart and Gerald built as teenagers. A fort in Stuart’s mom’s backyard

Gerald went to community college

Gerald and Stuart have a fun fist fight by a pond

Kyle makes a haiku: Fatass Cartman was / not on the school bus today. / What a big, fat turd.

Kenny makes a haiku: When you rub your dick, / you might find a discharge that / winds up on the floor.

Kyle makes another: Ass full of pork fat / jiggles like a Jello mold. / Mouth is flapping, too.

And another by Kyle: I bet you don't win. / They don't let big fat asses / perform on TV.

Cartman responds: Shut your God-damned mouth / or else I'm... gonna... kick you / square in the balls... asshole

I spy with my desperate eye the beginnings of Craig’s gang, featuring Kenny with wonky eyes

Bebe thinks Kyle has a hot ass and she’s not shy about saying it

Bebe writes a note to Kyle, and Stan tries to pass it on but Mr. Garrison thinks it’s Stan’s note for Kyle and makes him read it out loud. So he reads: “Dear Kyle. You have got such a great ass. I could sleep for days on those perked cheeks, let me tell you. I'd like to live with you and wear your ass as a hat for all eternity.” (If that happened to me I’d be embarrassed forever)

POV: You’re Stan and you just said you love Kyle’s juicy ass in front of the whole 3rd grade class

The first time Stan’s mom and dad get a divorce is in S02E12, way sooner than I remembered

Bebe kisses Kyle when they’re playing truth or dare in their clubhouse, probably Kyle’s first kiss. Kyle thinks it’s disgusting (despite having played ookie mouth with Kenny which is arguably more disgusting)

Bebe breaks up with Kyle and goes off with Clyde, who says “Bitchin’ 😎”. Later Clyde is with Bebe, Stan, and Wendy at the club house

Cartman and Kyle have a fist fight once again. Kyle hated Cartman way more than Stan did very early on, kind of all along really, they truly were destined to be arch enemies

Kenny has food stamps

Oh, and Cartman’s made poor jokes about Kenny and twice (I think) Kenny has punched him in retaliation in the past 2 seasons. Kenny’s family is probably a bad and violent example for him

By the way, if you’ve ever wondered what Kenny says in the theme song but never looked it up, in seasons 1-2 he sings “I like girls with big fat titties, I like girls with deep vaginas” but in the remastered versions of seasons 1-2 (which is the version I’m watching) they changed it to the season 3-5 lyrics: “I have got a ten-inch penis, use you mouth if you wanna clean it”.

When an evil twin version of Cartman says nice things, Stan, Kyle, and Kenny stare at him in horror. Stan says, “Dude, this is creepy.”

Also, the boys say dude a lot. At least Stan, Kyle, and Kenny do, Cartman not as much

Kenny’s mom hits him when he’s hogging the blanket from his brother. Kenny makes a sad face and it made me feel bad :(

When evil twin Cartman comes to give the McCormicks some supplies, Kenny’s dad asks if that was his “fat, racist, foul-mouthed friend” so Cartman clearly has a reputation

When Stan gets scared of his evil fish, he wakes Shelly up and she slaps him. Their mom sees it and says nothing

But on the other hand his mom buries a body that Stan’s fish killed because she thinks he killed it so I guess she’s not entirely a bad mom

Kenny was supposed to buy a pumpkin for Halloween but he could only afford a squash and his friends are really mean about it. The more I watch the more I feel bad for Kenny (and Stan)

Cartman kind of has a shitty friendship with Kenny. He says “I hate you Kenny” because of the squash

Kyle is really annoyed by Cartman saying “hella” all the time, nobody else is as annoyed

Evil Cartman sings a cute little song while wielding a knife: You guys / are my best friends, / through thick and thin, / we've always been together! / We're four of a kind, / having fun all day, / palling around and laughing away. / Just best friends, / best friends are we!

Stan still has his dog, Sparky, in season 2

After Stan’s fish kills Kenny, Kenny’s mom comes over to ask about her son and she’s drunk and upset. Honestly seeing Kenny die all the time makes me kind of sad

Stan says Kenny’s squash isn’t a bad little squash. Very heartwarming. The squash gets first prize at the pumpkin carving contest :)

Cartman’s grandma and extended family live in Nebraska

When the boys go to Cartman’s family to have Christmas dinner, Kenny’s dad tells him to take any leftovers and bring them back home (he does it very gently and Kenny just says “okay” and why do I care that this fake child dies all the time and barely has food at home, like why the fuck do I care so much???)

Cartman’s mom is wearing glasses when she drives. She doesn’t do it in the later seasons but maybe she has contacts

Cartman and his mom sing a road trip song for 4 hours. Kyle says “please stop” but when they ignore him, he kicks Cartman’s seat and makes Cartman hit his head

Stan has a complicated relationship with his family, he says they’re dead to him because they didn’t want him to go on a road trip to Nebraska so Stan went without telling them

Kenny doesn’t eat at the dinner table with Cartman’s family, he just shoves the food in a bag :( I feel so bad for him

Stan, Kyle, and Kenny all hit Cartman after they wake in the night to make sure they’re not dreaming

Under his coat, Cartman wears a pink tank top that says BEEFCAKE. He wore it in S1E02 Weight Gain 2000

Charles Manson invites Kenny to go to a more secluded location and Kenny just says okay and goes, but honestly he should know better since he’s aware that he keeps dying

Cartman bonks his cousin Elvin on the head and gives him brain damage. Elvin gets better though

THE NEXT EPISODE IS GNOMES!!! TWEEEEEK!!!!

Token gets named when he’s put in a group with Wendy, Bebe, Clyde, and Pip. Craig’s gang is getting closer to becoming a thing!!

IT’S OUR FUCKING BOY TWEEK TWEAK BITCH YEEEEAAAH

Tweek says he’s awake at 3:30am because he can’t sleep, ever

Jesus, Tweek’s dad kind of sucks immediately. He says he might have to sell Tweek to slavery if his coffee shop goes out of business

Cartman says Kenny’s family is happy being poor and on welfare, “right, Kenny?” and Kenny says “fuck you” which is completely justified

When the underpants gnomes don’t appear, Tweek is worried he’s going insane and pulls on his hair

His parents say Tweek is jittery and anxious just because he has ADD (but the kind of severe jitteriness and anxiety Tweek has isn’t a symptom of primarily inattentive ADHD, even though people with ADHD do experience restlessness and can even have some tics and are more likely to have anxiety as a comorbid disorder than a neurotypical person is, but I mean come on, we all know Tweek’s slurping way too much coffee so even if he has ADHD beneath all that, his parents should stop giving him coffee and they definitely should not start lacing it with meth. Basically what I’m saying is that Tweek’s parents are full of shit)

Actually Tweek’s mom is kind of okay. She tells Tweek’s dad that he’s being shitty for using kids to advance his agenda. But… the agenda is against big corporations and I hate to say it but Tweek’s dad kind of has a point

Ew, the boys are giving a pro big corporations speech. That aged really poorly considering how shitty billionaires are

Aww, look at Kenny! He got scared of a crocodile that Steve Irwin is about to bother by jamming his thumb up its butthole

The boys are really excited about Steve Irwin jamming his thumb up a crocodile’s butthole

Oh my God, Kyle calls Cartman a fatass penis

Kenny is a mediator between Stan and Kyle. They ask him which one found this ice man in a cave first, but Kenny just deflects and agrees with Kyle’s name suggestion (Steve) for the ice man

I kind of like Dr. Mephesto. I’m glad he came back for Fractured But Whole

Stan and Kyle are having a terrible fight about who found the ice man. Kyle says they’re not best friends anymore and that Cartman is his new best friend and Cartman says “Sweet!”, then Stan claims Cartman as his new best friend and Cartman says “Killer!”

This prehistoric ice man episode is actually funny, I love it

Stan and Kyle are having a fight to the death

They reconcile and become best friends again. They both agree that Cartman’s a sucky best friend

Well, that was the last episode of the season. This was fun. South Park is actually a fun show

Kenny deaths:

S02E10 Kenny is in the hospital because of chicken pox. He laughs at Cartman’s joke so hard that his heart flatlines like beeeeeeeeeeeeeep

S02E11 Kenny’s head explodes after Stan and Kyle make him watch planetarium lights at a high intensity

S02E12 Kenny gets trampled in a mosh pit

S02E13 A cow impales Kenny’s head with its horn

S02E14 Ozzy Osbourne bites Kenny’s head off

S02E15 Kenny is killed by Stan’s evil fish, he gets spun in the fish tank until the water’s red

S02E16 The police shoot Kenny who came outside with a white flag during a hostage situation, then the police hit his dead body with a baton and handcuff him

S02E17 Kenny gets crushed by the underpants gnomes’ mine cart. The gnomes are horrified but Stan, Kyle, Cartman, and Tweek are kinda like whatever

S02E18 Kenny gets squished underneath a conveyer belt

Onto the next season I go. I’ll watch the movie too since it was released around halfway through season 3

#south park #sp rewatch #this was supposed to be a quick little thing but i'm taking it too seriously #i feel like i'm screaming into a void

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trvelyans-archive · 4 years ago

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i am on my hands and knees begging for u to tell me about lila and margot 🙏

jasmine.............. thank you for this gift

under the cut because i expect it’ll get very long <3 :) update after i finished writing: it is, in fact, very long and also took me over an hour. so. take that as whatever sort of warning you might want.

let’s start with margot !

she was born to a couple of really young parents who..... did not want to be parents. at all. they were still in the party-and-get-drunk phase of their life and didn’t want to have a kid to worry about, so a large part of her childhood was spent couch surfing between relatives, mostly her grandfather.

they were really close! he would help her with her homework, they would cook together, he would let her drink underage so that she was well-versed in beer by the time she was like. idk. 16 lol. but she felt closer to him than her own parents, who were good when they were around but. they mostly weren’t around <3

when she was 19, her grandpa starting showing pretty serious signs of memory loss and whatnot and eventually had to be moved into a home. she was living with him by that point, so she had to continue to spend a year or so of her adult life couchsurfing. it didn’t help that she was in school full-time to get an engineering degree of. some kind. i think mechanical engineering. idk. and didn’t have a job, so to pay back her roommates she took up a majority of the housework as well as picked up odd jobs on the weekend. her grandpa’s health continued to decline through this time so she didn’t actually mind being busy because then she. didn’t have to think about it at all <3

and then.............. when she was 20......... her boyfriend of a year suggested that she not only move in with him but that they get married and margot, who has never had stability ever in her life, jumped at the opportunity !

after she graduated, she found it incredibly hard to find a career (even though they were in the same program and He had no trouble finding one), so she was back to not working but her husband didn’t mind and he supported her whole-heartedly. during this time she started running and then eventually started going to a gym with a couple of her female friends from their neighbourhood! she would also spend a lot of time at her grandpa’s but his health was still rapidly declining. eventually her now-husband said that she should probably stop visiting him and margot was like “.... ok i guess”

And then. :)

she kept spending time outside of the house and started taking self-defense classes with a few of her friends and her husband was started to get very antsy. he wanted her to be at home, told her that he didn’t like her going out at night or, eventually, at all, and would find ways to keep her home every night so she didn’t go out. during this time he also started getting. um. very manipulative. he was easily triggered into starting arguments. so she increased the frequency of her self-defense classes and, eventually, they became Very Useful in an argument with her husband. so. we hate him :)

after that she filed for a divorce, moved away and changed her name to her late grandmother’s last name. she started working at a gym in her new town and eventually decided to open her own ! she had gotten the building about 2-3 weeks before the outbreak hit and didn’t have any furniture or equipment of any kind, so she met up with 2 middle-aged women from her old gym and they travelled together until one of them was bitten in a fight with walkers and dragged into a big crowd of them to be eaten and the other one was bitten and margot had to shoot her when she got zombified and tried to attack. :(

that’s where i have left off for now but i am going to develop her More the more i watch the show !!!

okay. backstory over. now for the fun bits:

her faceclaim is mackenzie davis specifically in terminator (without the. lines on her arms and whatever idk what those are) and this picture is the most margot-vibe imaginable.

the haircut was an incredibly recent choice but it came in handy during the outbreak because she didn’t have to worry about keeping hair out of her face. girlboss !

she is 6′2 :) her and her husband were funnily enough the 2 tallest people in her graduating class

she spoke occasionally to her parents after graduating and moving away but they fell out of touch a year or so before the outbreak began and she......................... unsurprisingly doesn’t miss them at all

she has 1 keepsake and it’s an old keychain of her grandpa’s and if anything happens to it. she will kill everyone in any room and Then herself !!!

she likes to where tank tops to show off her big arms. is this very ergonomical in the apocalypse where zombie bites can kill you instantly ? nope! will she do it anyway to intimidate people ? yup!

she Cannot cook. at all. she lived off of take-out and microwavable meals for the first 20 years of her life and then she always had someone else making food for her until she moved away on her own when it was back to takeout.

on the topic of food :) her fave foods are mac and cheese with breadcrumbs and meatlover’s pizza !

she will do literally anything for a good beer. anything. she keeps an eye out for them every time she goes scavenging in buildings and will try to get at least 1 bottle per trip. girlboss !

she cannot sing. in fact she’s not just average, she’s Terrible. she can, however, play mad guitar because her grandpa taught her.

now onto miss lila :)

she was born in a town a couple over from rick’s and was the younger sister of 2 ! she had a really great family and a very very happy childhood :) her dad was a wildlife rehabilitator and her mom was a landscaper who took a lot of pride in their nice big backyard and garden and Land where they. you know. rehabiliated the wildlife and what not

she worked a lot with her dad and mom at their wildlife centre and also helped her mom garden a lot (their house was on the same property as the centre so it was a nice big plot of land). she took a lot of interest in rehabilitating animals and it sparked a very early childhood interest in Caring for things (namely little wild critters) which extended to her helping out little kids on the playground when they got scraped knees and things. she always had a package of bandaids in her backpack from second grade on. an angel <3

in her final year of high school she had a very quick fling with a boy from her high school that ended… poorly. and then she got pregnant! which she. Did not expect. nor want. nor need in her life because she was planning on moving to atlanta to go to medical school and kickstart her career. her sister, who had recently dropped out of school and lost her job, decided to Take One for the team and claim the baby as hers so lila could go to medical school and stuff. their parents promised to take good care of her and they all made a plan to hide lila’s pregnancy from their town (although i’m sure literally everyone knows anyway) and then she moved away in the summer after giving birth to go to school

she quickly finished up her nursing program but was out of job for a few years until she got a job offer to be the nurse at king county elementary school aka the school were one Carl Grimes goes to school. she moved there in may and one night, when her car Squealed to a stop in front of a dog who had run away from his home and was being chased by. Um. a certain sheriff’s deputy who was intending on bringing the puppy back home <3 they got to talking and. Well. the rest is history…..

she was a very beloved member of the staff and kids would often fake sick just to come to her office and get a sucker and she grew esp close to the grimes family :D after a couple of years living in king county she got a job to start working at some fancy prep school in atlanta and decided that actually she might want to. You know. start being a mom now that she was finished with school and had a career. so she moved away from king county at the end of the next school year and was unfortunately in atlanta when it was bombed by the government at the start of the outbreak so she and her daughter and sister all died :) and that’s that !

some fun facts because that was a very depressing end to her story:

she always has suckers in her office at school and her favourites are the watermelon ones.

she can often be found gardening in her backyard or watching the birds in the trees like a little nature baby !!!

she is very meticulous about planning. she Does have a daily agenda. she Will kill you if you touch it. shane likes to leave her little notes in it for her to find when she’s at school. sometimes they are not Just cute. she usually erases those.

she likes collecting ugly thrift store paintings of animals and hangs them up in her dining room and she Does think they are incredibly funny.

she is a vegetarian !!! very unwavering about it. shane finds it annoying because he’s good at cooking steak but she just has a salad and then they’re both perfectly happy <3

sends basically everyone she knows a Christmas/holiday card every year. even the teachers at the elementary school who don’t like her and or barely talk to her !!!

she is a terrible maker of tea and usually forgets about cups before she’s even halfway through them (thank god for her). makes everyone tea when they come over except shane (stupid ass) because he doesn’t like it and usually people just politely swallow it even though it’s too steeped or. sorry idk how tea works. she just Makes It Bad ok

she perpetually forgets to do laundry. Most of her non-scrubs have dirt stains or dressing stains or whatnot (except for her Really nice clothes) which is why she tries to buy a lot of patterns. makes things easier to hide <3

and that’s it for now !!! i have so much other lore for them but i will stop here for now :) thank you very much if you read this also i’m very sorry i have twd brainworms i cannot help it. anyway ok that’s it thanks love you bye

#me writing nearly 2k of oc facts that is literally nothing more than comprehensible gibberish ? yes #also ig i'm just a villainfucker now sorry not sorry babes can't be helped when your villains are mr. jon bernthal :/#BUT ALSO we only stan pre-outbreak. after that he is dead to me so.#ANYWAY YEAH JESUS CHRIST these are probably shitty backstories and also just um lame ocs but <3 that's that #oc: margot #oc: lila #ask #thank u jasmine.... i love u

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harrington fam doodles 🌿🌟🌻 big headcanon dump below | ko-fi

jett phoenix harrington, air & metal att

thief player and very good at it (becomes captain eventually)

not so academic but get's good enough grades (beckett still pushes him a lot)

loves to travel (one year he suddenly hates it)

him and selene are T R O U B L E M A K E R S

mischevious and playful

knows the deans office like the palm of his hand

popular at school

takes every opportunity to show off like his mom

sunday's clumsy twin

cry baby

runs hot and biggest cuddler

loves animals. he would always bring an injured animal home to nurse them back to health

sporty and energetic, can't sit still for very long

kind and open minded

has sunday’s chaoticness with none of becketts caution lol

wears his heart on his sleave

beckett was the only one that could calm him as a baby

he starts to thrive academically at penderghast after picking his major (there was a lot of comotion surrounding this because beckett wanted him to choose the right path and be involved but the friction in their relationship made it seem beckett was disappointed and frustrated with jett instead)

selene maeve harrington, air & wood att

daddy's girl tm

can do no wrong in becketts eyes

very good at school with not much effort

teachers love her. sunday taught her all the tricks

her favorite subject is natural studies, anything with herbology and potions

butterflies are her motif

veeeery michisvious and is never caught. atlas taught her a few tricks to get past professors/beckett (she cant fool sunday though)

appears to be unapproachable but is very loving

atlas is her favorite person

loves to garden & animals (bugs especially)

bff with shreya's daughter (shreya and atlas may or may not be married in my headcanon)

she likes to travel and meet new people/species

keeps a journal that is spelled to leave you smelling like farts for 48h if you (jett) try to read it

has sunday's chaoticness with becketts caution/awareness

morning person, loves to watch the sunrise

loveees to dance and beckett is more than eager to be her teacher and dance partner

has beckett's snobby/expensive taste

pro at skiing

she hates how often dad pulls out his philosophy major card to scold them for using their powers on each other (they all do tbh)

she names her plants

very curious bub

marlow archie harrington, water & metal att

the baby tm

a bit of a wallflower compared to his siblings

beckett sees a lot of himself in marlow

loovees water related books

enjoys being near the water a lot

has very specific interests, like we'll just spit out random facts at the dinner table and beck and sunday look at each other like ??

he takes long ass baths (very particular with his bath bombs too)

he can be a bit blunt and rude if he's flustered and with strangers

atlas taught him how to breathe underwater and he spends a lot of time exploring

the merpeople love him, he brings them snacks

mister know it all, the smarty pants

beckett doesn't seem to be as hard on him as he is with jett

lowkey hates to travel

he enjoys routine and being in familiar places

observant and forgetful

big video game fan

he's better at metal than jett but jett has a better grasp of other attunements than he does

loves to sleep with his parents and it was a habit hard to kill

asked for a fish tank for xmas but felt bad for the fish so he released them in the middle of the night

he's the one that figures out the triplets together can make sun magick

sunday & beckett's grocery shopping buddy

loves to cook

vegetarian

he doesn’t have freckles like his siblings, just a bunch of moles

sunday & beckett as parents

not sure what their jobs would be (i would love to hear your thoughts on magickal jobs?) beckett maybe would have a job that he could do anywhere since his major is magick philosophy? sunday i think could go on to do thief professionally for a while but quits after getting pregnant. i don't think she'd want to go back afterwards. i wish we had more info what could be done post uni or an idea of the majors we could take. i could see both of them teaching later in life though.

in my mind, they travel aaaaa lottt. like maybe twice a year would be least they travel. sunday wants to see the attunned world and beckett is more than happy to give her that. they both love exploring and gives them opportunity to be espontaneous and nerdy at the same time. beckett loves teaching sunday about things he always knew growing up but she's only now discovering. it started when sunday was asked to join a pro thief team and beckett was studying away for his masters. they'd take mini trips almost every 2 months to escape their lives and have these unforgetable memories. they got the bug and never stopped since.

sunday after getting pregnant - which i think they were parents quite young at 25 - she wants to stay with her kids, beckett too, and they both find this need to be home all the time. they want to be there 24/7 and not leave the kids with nannies or babysitters. do not get me wrong, they ask the pend pals and the family to watch them frequently for sanity and date nights. beckett officially went back to work after 1 year of staying home, he started working properly after 8 months of the triplets being born though. sunday didn't mind being at home with them. she found motherhood to be the greatest code she could ever crack.

around 6 months of the babies being born, beckett and sunday tried to travel for a few days to a nearby lake town. there, they discovered marlow's affinity to water. they had a hunch, the kid loved bath time but being in untamed water sparked something in him. after that, they decided to keep travelling, to take their kids exploring. they went on a trip almost every 2 months after that. beckett went back to work and it was time to adjust a little and slow down.

sunday became an avid photographer. they had filled out 3 albums in a year. "they grow so fast!!" she would say when beckett made fun of her after pulling out the camera.

as you can tell, they travel a lot. after the kids get a big bigger, they try to stay places a bit longer, so they can really explore. they do settle when the kids reach school-age, but keep travelling during weekends, school breaks, etc. i think they'd make big moves every 3 years, until officially settling in in their forever home, before the kids join penderghast. (this could change, depending on their jobs. but yeah u get the gist)

sunday cant cook for shit when she becomes a mom. beckett is much better at that. she becomes better bc she cant lose to her husband, of course. the kids will say they prefer her food now over his.

WHEN DO THEY GET MARRIED? who knows folks jdsngk (secretly eloping after graduating penderghast?)

surprisingly, sunday is the one with an iron fist. she sets rules like cleaning up, curfew, no using their powers to hit or fight each other, etc and she’s the one the kids don't want to defy the most. beckett gets annoyed easily but settles down fast and lets them go do everything in the end. sunday doesn't disapprove of them exploring and doing kid stuff but she has a bit of fear given what atlas has been through.

sunday is the ultimate soccer mom. the kid's biggest cheerleader

beckett teaches the kids yoga super early, marlow and selene find it very relaxing

beckett makes the triplets wear penderghast's uniform

sunday packs them regular clothes so they can wear wtv they want when they aren’t visiting (beckett made a surprise visit once so now they have a backup uniform in their bags at all times)

every sunday of the month is tuneless food day. (get it) they usually also make trips to tuneless cities during weekends to get even more in the mood.

sunday and beckett collect postcards from wherever they go. they have a big wall full of mementos and family photos.

(i haven't decided on familiars for the kids and i kinda want a new type for selene *coughs* butterfly *coughs*)

sunday starts some homeschooling with the kids. being attuned to every element has its perks and she enjoys teaching them spells. they’re quite advanced for kids their age, magick wise

#grab a cup of tea u guys lmao #beckett x mc #the elementalists #beckett harrington #sunday olsen #te fanart #the elementalists fanart #te mc #harrington triplets #selene harrington #jett harrington #marlow harrington #fanart #my draws #choices #choices fanart #IGNORE TYPOS PLEASE

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thebrotherssalvatore321 · 4 years ago

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Keeping Secrets Ch. 31

Keeping Secrets Masterlist

Pairing: Currently-None. Previously-DamonxOc, TylerxOc. Warning: Mental and physical abuse in some chapters.

The next morning at school Katie watched as Elena and Bonnie decorated Caroline’s locker with happy birthday signs, ribbons and streamers. Bonnie caught her looking and gave her a sad smile while Elena pretended not to see her. With a sigh Katie shut her locker door and went to class. As the day drug on she realized that Caroline had skipped school and she couldn’t help but worry about her. But she had to keep reminding herself that she just like Elena had chosen to exclude her.

Later that night she got a text from Caroline asking her to meet them at the Fell tomb in the cemetery. She thought about not going, but Caroline was reaching out to her so she grabbed her bag and headed out. Instead of taking her car she whooshed to the cemetery. “I need it more than you do, trust me.” She heard Elena saying as she neared the tomb. “Caroline, what are you doing?”

“Huh? Hmm? Nothing.” Carline replied.

“Okay you’re a bad sober liar. You’re an even worse drunk liar.” Elena told her.

“I might have texted Tyler.” Caroline answered.

“And me.” Katie said as she walked up the steps to see Elena, Matt, Bonnie and Caroline in the tomb, a small birthday cake sat in the corner with a slice cut out of it.

“Caroline.” Elena scolded her.

“It’s my birthday.” Caroline argued. “I wanted all of my friends here.”

“Caroline I thought we talked about this.” Elena told her.

“Give her a break.” Bonnie spoke up with a snarky tone that Katie hadn’t heard from her in a long time. “You can’t control what everybody does all the time.”

Everyone looked at Bonnie with raised brows. “Wow.” Elena said with a nod as Katie walked over to Caroline.

“What did I miss?” Katie whispered.

“She compelled Jeremy to leave town.” Bonnie answered without looking at her.

“I’m doing it to protect him.” Elena told her. “I want to give him a chance at a halfway normal life.”

“He should be able to choose how he wants to live it. You’re taking his choices away.” Bonnie argued.

“Bonnie you can’t tell him.” Elena told her, Katie’s eyes were bouncing back and forth between the two girls.

“Why? Are you gonna compel me not to?” Bonnie asked with a glare.

“You know, you guys are ruining a perfectly good funeral.” Matt spoke up in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“I’m sorry.” Bonnie said as she grabbed her bag. “I’m just gonna go sleep it off or something.” She stood up and turned to Katie and Caroline. “Happy birthday.” Her eyes met Katie’s apologetically as she passed, but that was all.

With Bonnie gone everyone’s eyes turned to Katie. “I want to talk to Caroline. Is that cool with you Katherine 2.0?” she asked Elena with an attitude cocked head.

“Don’t compare me to her.” Elena told her with a cold glare.

“Then stop acting like her.” Katie argued back.

“Can you guys not?” Matt asked, getting their attention. “Let’s just let them talk.” Elena followed Matt out of the tomb.

“I’m sorry about everything.” Caroline told her quietly.

“I want to say that it’s fine, but it’s not.” Katie told her.

“I know.” Caroline answered.

Katie pulled the charm bracelet that three of them had given her for her last birthday out of her pocket. “It seems like Elena has been the instigator of the kick Katie to the curb movement.” She started making Caroline pull a pained face. “But I haven’t exactly seen you and Bonnie fighting back. I know that it’s because I’m linked to and in love with Elijah and because of that I’m on team Klaus by default and therefore you can’t trust me.”

“You helped Klaus kill the one thing we had that could kill him. You used to be on our side. You wanted him dead just as much as we did, but then he daggered Elijah and you changed.” Caroline pointed out. “You were no longer loyal to us.”

“I will be the first to admit that my loyalties lie with the originals now. But that only happened after you all turned your backs on me.” Katie argued.

“We never meant to hurt you.” Caroline told her quietly.

“But you did and I can’t forgive any of you. I have been friends with you guys since first grade and you all threw that away without a second thought. So with that being said, and I’m sorry to do this on your birthday but, we’re all done as friends.” she held out the bracelet and dropped it into Caroline’s palm.

She whooshed away and was walking up her porch steps when her phone started ringing. “Hello?”

“Katie, thank god you answered, it’s Matt. Tyler bit Caroline and I don’t know what to do.” He said into the phone panicking.

“Get her to her mom and I’ll talk to Klaus.” Katie told him then hung up and dialed Klaus number.

“If you’re calling about Caroline I’m already on my way to her house. Tyler beat you to the punch.” He told her, making her sigh in relief before she thought about something.

“Did you tell him to bite her?” she asked, clearly pissed off.

“Maybe.” He replied and Katie rolled her eyes. “I needed to send a message, Caroline was unfortunately collateral damage. Gotta go, love.” He hung up and Katie tossed her phone on the couch with a sigh.

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For the next week and a half she managed to mind her own business and not get caught up in any vampire drama, which felt like a miracle.

“Katie.” Alaric called her name as she was about to walk out of his class room Thursday morning. So she turned around and walked over to his desk. “Are you doin’ okay?” Katie shifted her weight on her feet, but said nothing. “I haven’t seen you say a word to any of your friends all week.”

“I haven’t spoken to them because we aren’t friends anymore.” She said as she pushed the strap of her bag higher on her shoulder.

“Katie.” He sighed and tilted his head as if to say he was disappointed in her.

“I know you're looking out for me and I appreciate it, but I’m fine. My life is actually a lot better without all the witch, vampire, doppelganger drama. I actually have time to focus on the things I care about now.” She replied.

“Yeah I noticed your grades are getting better.” He sighed. "Well, except for calculus. You know you need to pass that for med school right?"

"Isn't that what compulsion is for?" She asked, getting an eye roll from him.

"I’m kidding, obviously. If I was compelling my teachers my grades would be higher." She answered. "Stop worrying about me.” She told him as she looked at the clock.

"Alright go to class." He told her with a jerk of his head to the door. She gave him a small smile and left.

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She was sitting on the couch listening to a rerun of The Walking Dead and working on a calculus assignment when she got a familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach and her pencil stopped moving. The spiral notebook, text book and pencil were tossed onto the coffee table as she stood up and closed her eyes. Using their link to locate him she found him just on the other side of her front door and a smile spread over her face. With a whoosh she went to the door and pulled it open, her eyes landing on the smirking man. “Elijah!” she threw herself into him and pressed her lips to his. It took a split second for him to get over the shock of her reaction and start kissing her back. Not wanting to make out on the front porch he whooshed them inside and kicked the door shut.

It felt as if his hands were made of electricity as he held her thin tank top covered waist with one and cupped her cheek with the other, sliding his thumb along her cheekbone. Over the next few seconds the kiss slowed and broke. He pulled back and smiled at her. “Well, hello to you too.”

A bright smile took over her face before her brain started working again and she asked, “How long have you been back?” While she could feel it when he was daggered, she couldn’t feel it when it was taken out.

“A few hours.” He told her as he looked down at her hands still on his chest even though he had stopped touching her out courtesy for Damon. “Your boyfriend is actually the one who took the dagger from my chest.”

“I’m guessing you haven’t gotten a rundown of what has happened in months that you were out?” she asked and he narrowed his eyes and shook his head no. “First thing you should know,” she looked up at his hair that wasn’t parted down the middle like the last time she saw him. Instead it was kind of spiked up and messy looking. “I like your hair better like this.” She looked back into his dark chocolate brown eyes.

“And the second?” he asked with a bit of a smirk at her comment.

She slid her hands down his chest to the button of his suit jacket and unfastened it. “I broke up with Damon.” She slid her hands into his jacket to rest on his sides over his blue dress shirt.

“Well that certainly explains a few things.” He told her as a smile took over his face and his hands grabbed her sides again. “For example, why your bedroom at the Salvatore’s has been abandoned.”

“Did you try to sneak into my bedroom window?” she asked with a scandalous look.

“Yes I would have thrown stones but I did not want to shatter the glass.” He informed her and she laughed. “It also explains the rather enthusiastic greeting from you.”

“Well, I’ve missed you.” she replied, still smiling like a silly school girl.

“As I have missed you.” he replied as he slid his hand over her cheek then leaned down and caught her top lip between his. She sighed into the kiss and slid her hands up his chest and over his arms, pushing his jacket off. Not breaking the kiss he tossed it behind him onto the arm chair. She untied his tie and tossed it behind him missing the chair but she didn’t care and started working on the buttons of his dress shirt while he grabbed the straps of her tank top and pulled them down her shoulders.

His hands on her bare sides pulled a sigh from her as she finished up the buttons and pushed his shirt down his shoulders. Just like his jacket it got tossed on the arm chair. He whooshed her over to the couch and laid her back, sliding his hand from her cheek down her neck and between her breasts that he clearly admired in the black and red lace bra she was wearing. He looked into her eyes as he hooked his fingers under the elastic of her Nike shorts and pulled them off revealing the boy shorts panties that matched her bra.

She smiled at the look on his face as she sat up and stood on her knees on the couch, kissing him as she started unbuckling his belt. His lips moved to her neck, crashing her train of thought and her hands stopped working on his belt and instead gripped his hips to stabilize herself as a moan left her lips. He laid her back onto the couch and finished her work on his pants with vamp speed then lowered himself over her. She hooked her arms under his holding onto his shoulders as he pecked her on the lips then kissed his way back to her neck.

Her fingertips pressed into his shoulders as he sank into her, pulling a moan from her and a grunt from him that sent sparks through to her core. “Elijah.” She arched her back when he started rocking into her. In just a few minutes they were both dangerously close to falling over the edge. She pulled away from where she had been kissing his neck and looked into his eyes. With that one look they knew they were on the same page. Not wanting to hold back any longer they both let go and tumbled into the waves of ecstasy that consumed them.

After coming down from their high Elijah flipped them around so that she was lying on top of him on the couch, covered up with the maroon knit blanket that had been on the back of the couch. Knowing that she liked to bask in the peace that followed Elijah simply played with her hair content with the feel of her in his arms once again. When he felt as if enough time had passed he asked, “What…are you watching?”

Katie looked up to see a herd of zombies pressed against the fences of the prison that the group of survivors were staying in. “You’ve never seen The Walking Dead?” she asked with a look at the tv and he hummed a negative answer. “It’s a post-apocalyptic TV show. Right now the survivors are staying in a prison because what once kept people in, keeps zombies out.” She explained while watching people shove knives, crow bars and broken broom handles through the zombies heads. With a playful smile on her face she added, “Daryl Dixon is kind of my man.”

“Really?” he asked with a look down at her to see the smile on her face. “And which one is he?”

“The one wearing the black vest with angel wings on the back.” she answered and watched him look at the tv until he spotted Daryl. When he saw him he looked down at her with a look that said he questioned her taste in men.

“Do I need to be jealous?” he asked with narrowed eyes.

“Of a fictional character?” She laughed as she pushed herself up and pecked him on the lips. “No. You’re the only man I want.” Her eyes caught the spiral notebook and textbook on the coffee table and she sighed as she let her head fall to rest on his chest. “and as much as I want to just be with you right now… I have calculus homework that’s due in the morning.” She pushed herself up off of him and the couch.

“I missed your summer vacation.” He said as he sat up and kept himself covered with the blanket as he grabbed his pants then stood up. “How was it?”

“I spent some of it at Duke. It was kind of a pre, pre med internship thing.” she explained as she walked over to the armchair and grabbed his dress shirt. “If I can pull off the grades and life doesn’t get in the way I want go to med school.” She pulled on his shirt and buttoned the three buttons in the center. “But calculus is proving to be a colossal pain in the butt.”

He watched her breathe in the scent of his shirt and smile as she hugged herself. The small action spoke a thousand words and he couldn’t stop the pleased smile that spread over his face at the sight. He sat down on the couch and grabbed her homework off the table. “These equations are incorrect.”

“Are you serious?” she asked walking over to sit down next to him and looked at her work with a frown as she rubbed her temple with her fingers. “Do you think I’m aiming too high with this whole doctor thing?” she asked with a look up at him from the homework. “Doctors have to be good at math and it’s my hardest subject.”

“You can do… anything you set your mind to.” He told her as he took the notebook from her, ripped the page of her equations out and wadded it into a ball. “You just need a better teacher.” She smiled at him when he threw the paper ball at her.

“You’re going to tutor me?” she asked with a devious smile on her face as she threw her leg over him, straddling his lap.

His eyes sparkled with lust as a smile pulled at one side of his lips and his hands slid from her hip to her sides under this shirt sending sparks through her skin. “If you would like me to.”

“I would love for you too. I just don’t know if I’m going to be able to concentrate on the lesson when all I can think about is making out with my tutor.” She told him as she slipped her hands up his nude chest then lightly ran her pointed finger under his chin, beckoning him to her. His hand flew from her side to her neck as he caught her lips with his. Their tongues found each other pulling a moan from her and he sighed as his hand on her side pulled her closer. After a few minutes the kiss broke and they pulled back looking in each other's eyes.

“If we are going to get any work done on your assignment you, my love, are going to have to put some clothes on.” He told her as he moved her on his lap, letting her feel what she was doing to him.

“Am I distracting you?” she asked deviously.

“Perhaps just…” he held his fingers up in a pinching gesture, “a little.” She kissed him then slid back off of his lap. She took his shirt off and handed it to him. “Keep it. I like it on you.”

She smiled and tossed the shirt over her shoulder. “I’ll be down in a minute.” While she changed he went out to his car and grabbed a fresh shirt then looked over her text book preparing to help her. When she came back down he saw that she had put on a pair of loose fitting yoga pants and a t-shirt. He still found her amazingly attractive, but at least now they could both attempt to concentrate on the task at hand.

After an hour her homework was done and she actually understood everything. Satisfied, she stuck the papers in her text book and shut it. “You know, my teacher’s probably going to think I cheated.” She turned on the couch to look at him where he sat with the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up and his arm stretched out across the back of the couch.

“That, my love, is what compulsion is for.” She smiled and sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. “What?”

“Nothing.” She told him with a shake of her head. “It’s just really nice having you back.” She didn’t want to tell him that he had given her the okay to do something that everyone else in her life had encouraged her not to do.

When she yawned he looked at the clock on the wall he realized it was after midnight. “I believe it is time for you to head to bed.” he told her and she looked at the clock as she stood up with another yawn. He stood and hooked his arm around her waist pulling her into him as he pressed his lips to hers. She sighed and placed her hands on his neck while his other hand held the back of her neck. After a few seconds he gave her a peck on the lips and let her go. “Good night, my love.” He made a move to the door.

“Wait, where are you going?” she asked, taking a few steps after him. “You’re not staying here?”

“If I stay here tonight neither of us will get any sleep.” He told her with a bit of a smirk that made her blush.

“Yeah.” She drawled. “You’re probably right.” She sighed then yawned again. He grabbed his jacket off of the armchair and shrugged it on. She walked over to him and gave him a finale kiss. “Good night.” She saw him out of the door then shut it behind him. She fell asleep in his shirt smiling like an idiot.

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The next morning the smell of bacon, eggs and coffee pulled her from sleep before her alarm clock even went off. So curious, she made her way downstairs and found Elijah standing at the stove that hadn’t been used in quite a while with the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up neatly. “Good morning.” He greeted her without turning around.

“Good morning indeed.” She replied as she grabbed a coffee cup from the cabinet and poured a cup. “Coffee?” she asked not knowing if he was a coffee drinker since it wasn’t widely available when they were together.

“I’ve already had a cup, thank you though.” He answered with a glance at her over his shoulder that lingered when he realized the only she was wearing was his shirt and panties. She smiled as she added a spoonful of creamer and gave it a stir then put the spoon in the sink and walked over to lean on the cabinet beside him. “I’ve been meaning to ask.” He started with a look up at her hair. “Why’d you change your hair?”

“After Damon and I broke up I felt…different. I wanted it to be reflected on the outside.” She answered. “Do you hate it?” she asked, then took a drink of her coffee.

“I actually quite like it.” he told her with a smile then flipped the egg in the skillet. “Why did you and Damon end things if you don’t mind my asking.”

“We just…grew apart over the summer. I went off to Duke. Being away from him and everyone else here in Mystic Falls made me realize that I’m a different person when I’m not around them. I started dreaming about you again.” She told him, getting a look of interest from him. “As it turns out even though Jonas Martin gave me back my memories I was still subconsciously blocking a lot of the “you” memories.” She took another drink of coffee as he put the bacon on two plates. “The dreams stopped when I came home from Duke, but after I broke up with Damon it was like the flood gate opened again. I even went through a phase where I day dreamed about you a lot.”

He put an egg on each plate and picked them up as he motioned for her to sit at the table. “Do you remember the song you used to sing to me?” He asked as he set the plate in front of her then sat down across from her.

“Siuil a rune.” She answered then picked up her bacon and took a bite. “Wait a second.” She said as she realized she didn’t keep bacon and eggs in the house. “Did you go grocery shopping for me?”

“Yes. It seems the only food in your house is junk.” He answered with a point at the open pantry that only contained a few bags of chips and a value size box of popcorn.

“Yeah…” she drawled and scratched the back of her neck. “I kind of don’t eat regular food very often.” She said then finished off a piece of bacon and started working on her egg. “You know you didn’t have to do this, right?” he hummed a positive answer. “And I’m not expecting a repeat in the morning.”

“You never did like it when I tried to spoil you.” he said as he looked up at her.

“Oh I like it I just don’t want to actually become spoiled.” She corrected with a smile then took the last bite of her eggs and looked at the clock. “So what are you going to do while I’m at school?” she asked, waiting for him to finish before she left the table.

“I’m actually going to meet with Damon. He left this in my jacket pocket.” He pulled a note out and handed it to her.

“Dear Elijah let’s get together and plot the destruction of your brother. Xoxo, Damon.” She red aloud then handed him the note back and grabbed her now lukewarm coffee. “So they are still trying to find a way to kill Klaus I see.”

“You were not aware of this?” he asked with a confused look.

“No, I uh, I’ve been keeping my nose in my own business here lately considering my friends and I are no longer friends.” she said as she took the last drink of her coffee. She noticed that he was also done so she grabbed her plate and his and put the dishes in the sink.

“I don’t understand.” He shook his head with a frown.

“It’s a long story for another time. I need to start getting ready.” She told him evasively then headed up stairs.

She hadn’t expected him to follow her so when she turned from getting something out of her closet and saw him standing in her doorway she jumped. “You loved your friends.”

“Loved being the key word in the sentence, past tense.” She said as she grabbed a pair of jeans out of her closet and threw them on the bed with the red tank top and black lace long sleeved shirt. He watched her get dressed in silence, wondering what had caused the downfall of her group of friends. People she would have given her life for. She grabbed a pair of black lace ballerina flats off of the shoe rack in her closet, her bag and tried to leave the room, but Elijah didn’t move.

When a smile spread over his face she realized what he was doing and she smiled back. She slid her hand over his chest and kissed him. When it broke he stepped aside. “What did Jonah call it when we did that?”

“Paying the toll troll.” She answered with a smile as she walked past him and down the stairs. “Have I mentioned that I missed you?” she asked with a look over her shoulder as she got to the bottom of the stairs.

“You may have mentioned it once or twice.” He told her as he watched her slip on her shoes and head for the door. “You are forgetting something.” She turned and looked at him with a frown, having flashbacks of Damon stealing her phone or keys to keep her with him a little longer. But when she followed his eyes to the calculus book on the table she snapped out of it.

“Oh, right, I might need that.” She headed over to the table, grabbed the book and shoved it in her bag. “Thank you.”

When she walked outside she saw a brand new black Lincoln parked behind her car in the driveway. “Will you allow me to spoil you a little by driving you to school?”

Katie rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically. “If you must.” She smiled letting him know she was playing with him.

“Oh I must.” He told her as he walked down the steps and she followed after him. “I’ve been waiting one hundred and seventy one years to spoil you rotten.”

“Then I guess I’ll just have to get used to it.” she told him as he opened her door for her, she got inside and he shut the door. “So you said Damon wants to talk to you about killing your brother?” she asked curiously as he backed out of the driveway. “Are you still on board with that?”

“You saw and felt him shove a dagger in my heart.” He said with a look over at her. “He will pay for what he has done.”

“I really hate asking this now, but I have to. Have you heard who really killed your mother?” she asked, turning a little in her seat to face him.

“Yes that is one of the few things Niklaus told me when I woke up yesterday and it is only one of the many reasons he needs to be stopped.” Elijah answered.

“Okay.” She told him as she turned her eyes to look out the passenger window.

"Are you still on board with that?" He copied her question back to her.

"I'm on board with whatever you want." She answered only to get an I-don’t-believe-you side eye from him. "I kind of helped him kill Mikael in exchange for him un-daggering you and in doing so-"

"You bonded with him." He finished for her.

"It was more like we developed a mutual respect for each other." She replied not liking the idea of bonding with Klaus. "And he was going to un-dagger you until freaking Stefan stole you and the rest of your siblings out from under our noses. Then when Elena, who daggered Rebekah in the back by the way, turned her over to Klaus she told him that she knew he killed your mother, there for ensuring that he wouldn't un-dagger her or you anytime soon." She finished as he pulled up in front of the school.

"When was the last time you saw Niklaus?" He asked, looking at her across his shoulder.

"A week and a half or so ago." She answered then looked at the clock in the car to see they still had roughly fifteen minutes to talk. "He invited me to the house he’s renovating and showed me the room he said was mine if I wanted it."

"He asked you to live with him?" He asked with narrowed eyes.

"And then proceed to try to get me to sleep with him, yes." She answered. "You don’t seem surprised."

"That is because this isn't the first time he has tried to seduce the woman I love." He explained while watching a student walk by then looked at her. "Did he succeed?"

"No." She answered with a shake of her head. "However because I like transparency in a relationship I will tell you that because I was bored I indulged him long enough to get him hot and bothered then left him high and dry. It was just kissing and it meant nothing.” She told him hoping she wouldn't have to go into detail because the clock was ticking. ”Are you mad?"

"No. You say it meant nothing and I believe you." He told her then glanced down at the clock in the car at the same time she did. "It seems we are out of time." As he spoke the five minute warning bell rang out.

They both got out of the car and he walked around to her and placed his hand on her lower back. "Thank you for breakfast and I'll see you after cheer practice?" She asked and he gave her a nod and a quick kiss on the cheek then pushed her toward the school with his hand on her lower back.

Since everyone else was already in class and she didn't want to be late she whooshed to her locker grabbed her history book and shoved her math book inside then whooshed to the door of Alaric's class. She walked inside seconds before the bell rang. "Cutting it close today aren't you?" Alaric asked as she walked over to her seat.

"My apologies Mr. Saltzman." She replied then pulled out her text book and opened it to the page written on the board. When she looked up he gave her a tilted head look. She looked at Caroline. "Do I have something on my face?"

"No you're just strangely chipper this morning." Katie just smiled and turned her eyes front.

TVDTVDTVD

After changing out of her athletic clothes she headed to the front of the school and easily spotted Elijah leaning against his black car in his usual suit and tie. She had to force herself not to whoosh over to him and when she got close to him he placed his hand on her side and kissed her head. "How was your day?" She asked with a smile up at him.

"How do you feel about accompanying me to a dinner meeting?" He asked as he dropped his hand from her side.

"Depends, who is the meeting with?" She prompted as she walked around the car and climbed into the passenger seat.

"Niklaus, Damon and Stefan." He answered as he started the car.

"You want me to have dinner with you, your brother who hit on me, my ex and my ex friend who stole you from me?" She asked rhetorically as she watched him walk around to the driver's side of the car. "Sounds awkward, but I'd love to." She opened the passenger door and got in. "But for curiosity’s sake, why do you want me to go?"

"Because I have missed you." He said as he slid his hand over hers that rested palm down on the center console. A smile took over her face as she looked down at their hands as he pulled out of the school parking lot.

She had forgotten the simplistic intimacy of just holding hands. "So what’s this meeting about? If I'm going to have dinner with them I should probably catch up on my gossip."

On the drive home he explained to her that Damon and Stefan had returned the coffins to Klaus that contained him, Kol, and Finn, but kept a coffin that was spelled shut. Not even Elijah knew who was in it, but all signs were pointing to someone or something that could kill Klaus. Elijah had no plans of helping them open the coffin. Instead his plan was to un-dagger his siblings and the four of them get the coffin and use it against Klaus. Stefan and Klaus however believed the meeting tonight was to work out a peace treaty between the two of them.

“So I’m going to meet your other brothers tonight?” She asked as they got out of the car and headed to her house.

“If all goes as planned, yes.” He answered as he watched her walk into her living room and toss her bag on the couch. “Damon mentioned that you have already met Rebekah and made friends with her?” he asked remembering that he thought the two of them wouldn’t get along.

“Yep. I didn’t think we would get along because she’s…well, Rebekah, but we didn’t hate each other.” She answered as she went to the kitchen and grabbed a blood bag out of the refrigerator. “So what time is dinner?” she asked with a look at the clock in the kitchen as she popped the stopper out of the tube of the bag and started drinking it.

“Seven thirty.” He answered as he pulled out one of the dining chairs and sat down at the table. She saw his eyes narrow at the bag in her hand. “Do you ever really feed?” he asked looking at her lips wrapped around the tube.

“That’s kind of frowned upon around here. One of the stipulations of getting my daylight ring was not feeding on people. If Bonnie found out that I did she’d de-spell it. So…it’s been strictly blood bags. Although I did get pissed the first day of school and fed on a classmate at the bonfire and it’s still working so I guess Damon actually kept something to himself for once.” She said with a look at her daylight ring on her right hand.

“Well that’s no fun.” He replied as he tapped the small square wooden dining table with his middle finger.

“Eh, it makes it all the more fun when I do feed.” She answered as she walked over to him and held the blood bag out to him.

He shook his head no. “You don’t have to answer, but did you and Damon ever blood share?” he asked, looking at his hand tapping the table.

She narrowed her eyes and shook her head with a shrug. “I don’t know what you mean.” she answered with a frown then finished off the blood bag and tossed it in the trash.

“Did you feed on each other?” he rephrased.

“No. I wasn’t aware that was a thing.” she said as she walked over and leaned her hip against the table. “Why wouldn’t I want to tell you if we did or not?”

“Blood sharing is intensely intimate.” He answered with lust in his brown eyes.

“We have three hours until dinner.” She pointed out not looking away from his eyes.

“I would prefer to wait until we have all night.” He told her as he hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her to straddle him in the dining chair. “Until then…” he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her lips to his. They made out like a couple of love stuck teens until it was time for her to get dressed for dinner.

TVDTVDTVD

“Katie, I should’ve known you’d be joining us tonight.” Klaus said when she walked into the dining room where four pretty women stood close to the walls with their hands behind their backs, all wearing gold and black matching outfits.

She looked down at her jeans, cream colored flowy tank top and denim jacket, feeling a little underdressed then looked up at Klaus. “Is my presence going to be a problem?” she asked as she shrugged off her jacket as Elijah took off his then took her jacket from her and walked off to put them away.

“Not at all, you know I enjoy your company.” He told her with a closed lipped smile then turned his eyes to Elijah who placed his hand on the small of her back.

A knock at the door pulled them all from the tense moment and Elijah answered it. Damon and Stefan walked into the room and Katie felt herself tense at the sight of Stefan. After an unpleasant exchange between Stefan and Klaus they all sat down at the rectangle table big enough to sit six, but tonight was only seating five.

They were all eating in silence until Klaus noticed Stefan wasn’t eating. “Have you lost your appetite?” he asked.

“Eat. I thought we agreed that we would leave the grumpy Stefan at home.” Damon told him. Stefan gave him a sarcastic closed lipped smile and picked up his fork and knife.

“Isn’t this nice? The five of us, dining together. Such a treat.” Klaus said with a look around the table then settled his eyes on Damon. “Is this what you had in mind when you pulled the dagger out of my brother?”

“Well I knew how he felt about you. So I figured the more…” he took a bite off his fork, “the merrier.” He gave Elijah a wink.

“Well Elijah and I have had our share of quarrels over the centuries, but we always make it though.” Klaus replied.

“Kinda like you and Rebekah, right?” Stefan asked, getting a look from Klaus. “Where is she, by the way? Last I checked she was still daggered because you were afraid to face her.” Stefan said with a point at Klaus with the hand he held his glass in, then took a drink.

“If you’re referring to the fact that Rebekah knows I killed our mother I already came clean to Elijah.” Klaus told him and he and Elijah looked at each other.

“Hey, Stef, remember when you killed dad. You might want to dial down the judgment till dessert.” Damon told him then took a drink of the red wine in his glass.

“We’re here to make a deal, Damon. That doesn’t mean we need to kiss his ass for seven courses.” Stefan told his brother as he folded his hands together and gave him another smart ass smile. Katie took in a deep breath and let it out, finding it difficult to keep her mouth shut. “Is there something you’d like to say to me?” Stefan asked, finally looking at her. She looked up at Elijah who slid his hand over her leg under the table. “Do you need his permission to speak?”

“No, I don’t.” she answered as she sat up straighter. “And there is something I would like to say to you, but this is not the appropriate place or time for foul language and violent actions.” She told him with a sarcastically polite smile.

Klaus laughed with his finger placed over his lips while Damon looked at Katie then Stefan. “Yeah, in case you didn’t know, you’ve severally pissed her off.” Damon whispered to his brother. “Katie Cat’s found a new family.”

“Yeah and maybe this one won’t stab me in the back.” Katie popped off.

“Are you forgetting that he was willing to let you die for Jenna?” he asked with wide eyes. “That your bloodline died with you and there’s a chance that you wouldn’t have come back?”

Katie had opened her mouth to argue but Elijah beat her to it. “As long as I am on this earth she will find a way back to me bloodline or no bloodline. I was willing to wait another one hundred some odd years for her if it meant she was free of you.” he said, making Katie look up at him with questioning eyes. “I’m not proud of it, but it’s the truth.” He told her then looked back at Damon. “And I believe that she is competent enough to make her own decisions.”

They ate in silence for a few more awkward and tense moments during which Katie moved her hand under the table and wrote I love you on his leg with her finger. He looked down at her and she could see the message returned in his eyes. After a few more minutes Elijah asked, “Stefan, where is the lovely Elena tonight?” in an attempt to start the conversation back up.

“I don’t know, ask Damon.” Stefan answered and Klaus started laughing again.

Damon noticed Katie place her hand back on the table with a hurt look in her eyes that he was sure no one else had caught as Elijah looked at the laughing Klaus with questioning eyes. “I’m sorry, you’ve missed so much.” He told him then motioned to the brothers. “Trouble in paradise.”

“One more word about Elena, and uh, this dinner is over.” Stefan said with a look at Elijah and Klaus.

“You know what, it’s probably best just to keep Elena in the do not discuss pile.” Damon told them then looked at Elijah. “And you might not want to call her the lovely Elena.” He said with a motion to Katie.

“You’re probably right.” Klaus said while Elijah looked at Katie who dropped her eyes to her plate. “It’s just the allure of the Petrova doppelganger is still so strong.” Katie felt herself tensing at the talk of doppelgangers. “What do you say brother? Should we tell them about Tatia?”

“Why should we discuss matters long since resolved?” Elijah asked with a laugh as he took his cloth napkin out of his lap and put it on the table and leaned back in his chair.

“Well given their shared affection for both Elena and Katerina I think our guests might be curious to learn about the originator of the Petrova line.” Klaus’ words caused Katie to put down her silverware and hide her fists under the table.

Elijah noticed her action and turned to look at her. She forced herself to give him a smile. “Well, we’re not going anywhere, Elijah. Please, do tell.” Damon said as he grabbed his glass of wine then took a drink noticing the what-the-hell-are-you-doing-look he got from Katie.

Elijah slid his hand over Katie’s fist and she flipped her hand around to hold it. “When my family first moved here there was a girl named Tatia. She was…” he looked down at Katie realizing he needed to choose his words wisely “beautiful. Every boy of age desired to be her suitor. Even though she’d had a child by another man and none loved her more than Niklaus.”

“Oh, I’d say there was one who loved her at least as much.” Klaus said then let his eyes fall on Elijah then Katie who was doing a good job of keeping how much the topic was affecting her from her face. She wasn’t hearing anything she didn’t already know, but hearing it from Elijah himself was almost too much to handle.

“Wait a minute, so you both loved the same girl?” Stefan asked as he sat up and placed his elbows on the table, folding his hands together.

“Our mother was a very powerful witch. She sought to end our feud over Tatia and so she took her.” Elijah said as he rubbed Katie’s hand with his thumb. “Klaus and I would later learn that it was Tatia’s blood that we consumed in the wine on the night our mother performed the spell which turned us into vampires.” Elijah grabbed his glass of wine and took a drink and set it back down. “Tatia wouldn’t choose between the two of us. So for a time, Niklaus and I…grew estranged. Harsh words were traded. We even came to blows. Didn’t we brother?”

“But in the end we recognized the sacred bond of family.” Klaus added.

“Family above all.” Elijah said as he lifted his glass to Klaus and they clinked them together in a toast as Klaus repeated his words.

“If you all will excuse me…” Katie took the napkin from her lap, stood up and placed it in her chair. “I need some fresh air.”

She walked out and to the front porch where she leaned against a support post. She hated that the fact that Elijah was with a doppelganger bothered her so much. She knew that Elijah loved her and that he and Tatia happened before she ever even existed, but she couldn’t help it. “You okay?” Damon asked, making her jump.

“I’m fine.” She said with a sigh.

“I can still tell when you’re lying.” He told her and she just shrugged. “Talk to me Katie Cat.”

“Don’t do that.” She told him flatly. “Don’t act like you still care…Like you won’t run back to Elena and tell her everything I say.”

She tried to walk past him back into the house, but he grabbed her wrist. “Katie.”

In a flash she grabbed him by his throat and pinned him to the post she had been leaning against. “I said…don’t.”

“Katie.” Elijah’s voice made her look to the front door to see his eyes bouncing back and forth between Damon and Katie. “It will soon be time.”

Katie let go of Damon’s neck and walked over to Elijah and back into the dining room to see that Klaus had fed on and killed one of the women. Katie listened to them talk about Elena and her safety and Klaus needing her to have kids so that the Petrova line will continue blah blah blah. Stefan shook Klaus’ hand and told him no deal and Klaus broke his wrist and leg then held his hand into the fire that was in the fireplace. Damon made a move to stop him but Elijah pinned him to the wall by his neck. “Katie do something!” Damon yelled at her.

Katie just looked at him. “Hmm.” She hummed in thought. “Na, I’m perfectly content watching him suffer.” Damon looked hurt, but she didn’t care.

“Bring me my coffin before I burn him alive.” Klaus said, still holding Stefan’s hand in the fire.

“I’ll get it.” Damon said as Elijah let go of him.

“Go with him brother, keep him honest.” Klaus told him. “When you return, I will make good on my promise to you and I will hand over our family.”

Elijah walked over to Katie and kissed her temple. “Stay here. I’ll be back.” she watched him walk away.

Only a few minutes later Elijah and Damon walked back into the room along with one of the women who was holding a tray covered with a dinner napkin. “Elijah. Why haven’t you left?”

“Well, where are your manners brother? You forgot dessert.” Elijah told him then pulled the napkin off to reveal two daggers.

“What have you done?” Klaus asked.

“What have you done?” Elijah echoed back. “See I’ve learned not to trust your vulgar promises, Klaus. We’re doing this on my terms now.”

A very handsome guy who looked to be about Katie’s age walked into the room and over to Klaus. “Kol.” Klaus greeted with big eyes as he held his hands up.

“Long time, brother.” Kol greeted back.

Then an older guy whooshed into the room, grabbing a dagger on his way in. “Finn, don’t.” Klaus said in fear right before Finn stabbed Klaus in the hand with the dagger. When Finn pulled the dagger out Klaus tried to whoosh out of the room only to be stopped by Rebekah. “Rebekah.”

She stabbed him in the stomach with her dagger. “That is for our mother.” She shoved Klaus back and he stumbled into Kol who grabbed him by his arms from behind.

“You’re free to go.” Elijah said to Damon and Stefan. “This is family business.” Katie watched Damon and Stefan leave then walked over to Elijah. “You can stay if you want, but you don’t have to.”

She looked between Klaus and Elijah settling her gaze on Elijah. “I’m gonna go.” She answered. “Should I wait up for you?”

“No. I will call on you in the morning.” He placed his hand on her arm and kissed her head. “Good night.”

“Good night.” She told him then looked at the other four people in the room and gave them a small smile. As she turned her back on them and walked by Klaus she mouthed the words I’m sorry. He just turned his eyes to his family as she walked out.

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Daryl Dixon x Grimes!OC

Slow Burn Relastionship

Warnings: language, violence, abuse, sexual content, little bit of depression, anxiety

Chapter 40

I had woke up from a loud clap of thunder. I noticed I was laying on something and looked down. Nope, I was laying to someone. That someone being Daryl. The doors were rattling and I heard the growls of walkers.

"Daryl," I said shaking him.

"Hmm?" He hummed.

"Get up. There walkers at the doors. The storms blowing the doors open!" I said and stood up.

Daryl jumped up and we ran over to the doors. We put both hands on the doors and tried to keep them shut. Everyone else waking up and coming over to help.

After the storm settled and we didn't hear the walkers anymore we all went back to sleep.

Later in the morning Maggie and Sasha came back with a man. Said his name was Aaron and he was a community. He told Rick he had photos him his bag. Said he had been following us for days and thinks we would make great additions to the group.

Rick of not trusting anything he said had us go out where the vehicles were and check around to check that it wasn't an ambush. Once we saw he was telling the truth we argued about going to the community or not.

Rick didn't want to go. He didn't trust the man. But in the end, we did end up going. We met up with Eric who was Aaron's boyfriend. He had twisted his ankle running from walkers. We were in some old buildings.

We were waiting for Rick, Glenn, Michonne, and Aaron to come to meet us. I knelt in front of Eric and looked over his ankle. "It's just sprained. Just need to keep off of it for a while," I told him as I bandaged it up.

"Are you a nurse?" He asked.

"No. I'm a doctor," I told him. "Dr. Nikyla Grimes."

The next morning we headed towards the community called Alexandria. Pulling up to tall walls and a gate. We walked in and Aaron leads us to Deanna the leader's place.

The place was untouched. It looked completely normal like the world never ended. People were living like dead people were walking around eating people.

We stopped in front of the house and Aaron explained that Deanna would want to talk to us all separately. Rick had gone first. When he came out he told me it was my turn.

I walked into the house and a living area. "Please sit," I heard a woman say and looked over to see a woman sitting on the couch.

I sat in a chair in front of her. I hope you don't mind me filming this," she said and I shook my head.

"Please state your name," she said.

"Nikyla Grimes," I said.

"Do you relate to Rick?" She asked.

"He's my brother," I said.

"So, Nikyla, what did you do before all this?"

"I was in medical school. I was in my residency," I said.

"Wow. You're so young and you were a resident already?" She said

"I graduated high school when I was 16. Skipped three grades," I said.

"Wow, so your the doctor for the group?"

"Yes,"

"Were you in a particular field?" She asked.

No, I was kinda just helping in the emergency department," I said.

"Well, we do have a doctor here. He's a surgeon. Maybe you can work with him in the infirmary," she said.

Yeah, I guess. I can go now?" I asked.

"Of course. Could you send Daryl in please," she said and I walked out of the house and down the steps.

'Daryl, you're up," I told him.

After everyone did we were lead to two big houses. We check them both put but decided to all stay in the biggest one together still not trusting this place. I walked upstairs and into a bedroom. There was a large queen-sized bed and a walk-in closet that had clothes in it. I went through the clothes.

I found a pair of jeans and a tank that looked like would fit me and I head into the bathroom attached to the bedroom.

I turned the shower on expected only cold water but I figure I check. Once the water started heating my mood changed from crappy to happy.

I stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash over me and wash all the dirt, blood, and grime off of my body and out of my hair. After I was finished washing I got out and wrapped the fluffy towel around me. I stood at the sink and brushed my teeth and my hair before getting dressed and walking outside.

Daryl was sitting on the porch with the opossum he killed. He was gutting it. "You gotta do that now?" I asked.

He turned and looked at me "pfft," he huffed.

"What?" I asked.

"So what, your trust this place?" He said.

"Daryl, I wanted to be clean. Just because I got a shower does not mean I trust this place. But we need to give it a chance. It's better than being out there," I told him.

Later that night we all gathered pillows and blankets and slept in the living room. Deanna came over to see how we were settling in. She wanted Rick and Michonne to be constables. She hasn't figured out what job would be good for Daryl yet. She walked over to me and stood in front of me.

"Nikyla I wanted to give you these," she said handing me a white lab coat and stethoscope.

"Thanks I have my stethoscope though so I won't need that," I said taking the coat.

The next more I got dressed and put the lab coat on and grabbed my stethoscope. And went outside to head to the infirmary. I saw Daryl on the porch cleaning his crossbow. "I hose you down!" I heard Carol yell as she walked down the street.

"You look ridiculous!" He yelled back.

"You ever going to shower?" I asked him.

He looked up and scuffed. "What now?" I asked.

"Now that you're back to being in the white coat you think you're better than the rest of us?" He said.

"Excuse me? What the hell is up your ass? I did nothing to you. And I sure the hell don't think I'm better than anyone!" I yelled.

"Whatever," he said.

I scuffed and walked down the steps "Yeah, whatever is right, Dixon. Take a fucking shower!" I yelled and walked towards the infirmary.

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fluff and 8 and 11 with josh please 💜

(Josh x reader)

The line trills as you attempt to FaceTime Josh, he finally answered.

“Hey!” He beams.

“Hey, sleep over? Please?” You ask immediately. A look of confusion comes over his face.

“Sure, are you ok?” He questions sitting up on his couch.

“Yeah just lonely” you say with a sigh. Josh smiles and rises from his couch.

“Alright I’m on my way, I’m gunna stop at the store first and grab some snacks“ he informs , you watch as he closes his front door behind him.

“Alright I’ll see you in a bit” you reply before ending the call. A few minutes later your phone rings , you answer when you see it’s Josh.

“do you want anything to drink?” Josh asks the moment you answer his FaceTime call.

“Yeah get me some wine please” you answer grabbing some blankets from your room and hauling them out to the living room.

You and josh were having a sleep over , you guys did this every once in a while ever since you were little. Josh was one of your best friends , you met him in art class in the 4th grade and had been friends ever since.

“What kind of wine?” He asks , you see him looking at different bottles.

“Surprise me” you chime.

He chuckles With a slight shake of his head

“Alright I’ll be there in 10” he announces

“Okay I’ll see you soon” you smile at each other before ending the face time call.

You skip to your room and change into your pajamas , light blue striped pajama shorts and a black tank top, you quickly rubbed some lotion on your skin (you hated dry skin) and went back to the living room when you heard the front door open and the sound of a paper bag crinkling in josh’s hand.

“You really should lock your door” he says giving you an earnest look. You wave your hand at him brushing it off.

“I’m serious what if I was a robber and killed you?” He tested , setting the bag of liquor on your kitchen table.

“Then you’d be doing me a favor” you joke , digging through the bag.

“Where’s my wine?” You ask looking to him with a muddled expression.

“You said to surprise you” he answers with a shrug.

“Sooo..” you say, confused at the point he was trying to make.

“So SURPRISE I got you vodka” he retorts. You laugh and pull the vodka out of the bag.

“I hate you” you chime as you walk to get shot glasses. He follows you , reaching over your head and grabbing them for you.

“You love me” he protests with a smirk.

You shrug

“You’re alright I guess” you quip with an equally underhanded smirk. He elbows you with a fake look of offense.

“Did you buy any chasers?” You ask.

Josh laughs

“I don’t need chasers, straight shots like a real man” he winks.

You roll your eyes and walk to your fridge to look for some pop.

“Yeah ok edge-lord” you retort.

The two of you take your glasses and bottles to the living room where you’ve set up a little slumber party area. You had a huge comforter strewn across the floor and lined it with all of your pillows. You hung a bed sheet so it rented over the top and thought it would be cute to add some tea lights across the top.

Josh laughs when he sees it.

“You’ve truly outdone yourself (y/n)” he opines taking a moment to look at your marvelous fort.

“Isn’t it cute?” You chime with an excited smile.

“Yes very cute” he responds with a small chuckle.

The two of you settle in, Josh pours your drinks as you get the movie ready.

“We’re watching coraline” you announce , taking your place next to him. He hands you your shot glass.

“What should we cheers to?” He asks. You think for a moment

“You pick” you reply coming up with nothing.

“To you “ he chimes , lifting his glass and clinking it with yours , you were able to mask your smile by taking your shot.

You both wince at the fiery burn of the strong alcohol. Josh reaches for the pop but you grab it from him.

“Me first asshole , what happened to being a real man?” You prod before taking a drink of the sprite.

“Just hand it here” josh says holding his hand out with a defeated smirk.

You hand it to him and then lean your head on his shoulder as the movie starts, you can hear the pop trickle down his throat.

You frown as part of your sheet tent falls to the ground.

“Aw no” you whine standing to fix it. You grab the sheet off of the floor and stand on your couch to hang it again. You look down at josh who was watching you struggle with a shit eating grin.

“You wanna help orrr” you say still reaching. Josh bobs his head from side to side weighing his options.

“I could. But that wouldn’t give me nearly so pretty a view” he purrs as he reaches for your shorts lifting the bottoms craning his neck to get a peak. You laugh and slap his hand away.

“Are you flirting with me?” You question , your smile still plastered on your face.

Josh’s head perks up and he meets your gaze

“Oh you finally noticed?” He inquires , a smile slowly spreading across his lips.

You finally get the bed sheet hung back up and step down off of the couch. Looking at josh, trying to read his expressions , read his mind.

“You don’t flirt with me” you utter still looking at him quizzically.

“Oh yes I do!” He protests.

“Always have since the day I met your pretty ass” he adds , with a genuine grin, his eyes scan your face taking in your features. He thought you were so beautiful but never knew how to tell you. You even looked good in the middle of the night with no makeup on , in your pajamas. His eyes fall and he twiddles his thumbs.

“You know I- I’ve never known how to tell you but I have...” he begins to say, he lifts his gaze to meet yours, if he was going to say this he wanted to do it 100%

“I have a crush on you (y/n) and it’s time I told you” he says , you weren’t sure what to think. Was he joking ? Or was he being truthful , his voice sounded forthright and true enough.

“Really?” Was all you managed to say. Josh smiles and reaches for your hand.

“Yes really. You’re like the perfect girl...you’re funny, smart, talented and caring , we have so much fun together and your so so beautiful” josh persists.

You smile

“I’ve always liked you as more than a friend joshy...” you chime. He smiles with a sigh of relief.

“Come here” he says pulling you over to him , you move your weight against his and he wraps his arm around you planting a small kiss on your cheek. He takes a deep breath and squeezes your hand. Finally he got it off his chest and he was so happy you felt the same way.

#greta van fleet #gvf #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #danny wagner #josh gvf #danny #danny gvf #jake gvf #sam gvf #josh kiszka imagine

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years ago

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Survey #300

that’s a lot of time wasted, lmao

If you were a witch, which animal would be your familiar? Could I have like, a melanistic barn owl? That'd be dope. They're fuckin gorgeous. If there's a design on your shirt, what is it? Ha, speaking of owls... Would you ever visit a ghost town? MOTHERFUCKER would I. Bringing my camera, too. What would you do if you found out your life was only a simulation controlled by someone else? I have a very much Detroit: Become Human (phenomenal game, btw) outlook on this: I think, therefore I am. It honestly wouldn't affect me terribly. I sure would hate my creator though, jfc, lmao. What's the scariest thing you've accidentally found on the internet? Okay so there is this one video filmed by some guys who had this really strange, sulking guy in black stalking them, and it ends with the suspected murderer slinking over to the guys (who were by this point finding it almost funny, due to how the man was acting) and charging with a knife, I think, once he was very close. I believe the men were never found afterwards. It is SO goddamn unnerving. Is there anything bothering you right now? Not to be a Negative Nancy, but when isn't there lmao. Thinking of every Halloween costume you've had, which one was the most creative? I never had creative ones, really. What's the picture on your calendar for this month? I don't have a relevant calender, just old meerkat ones on a wall in my room. If you were a mythical creature, which would you be? As much as I love dragons, they're targeted too much in fantasy to kill, so let's not, haha. Being a dryad would be cool. Or druid. Either/or. If you were an animal, which would you be? A housecat, ig. Were you ever bullied when you were younger and how did you handle it? I consider myself very lucky to have not been. Have you ever thrown something away and then wanted it back? Okay so it's "deleted" versus "thrown away," technically, but there are two senior prom pictures in specific I desperately want back because fuck my low self-esteem, I look beautiful in them and so damn happy. I even tried Facebook restore programs that supposedly recovered all pictures you ever removed, but I couldn't salvage them. I'm still pissed about it, haha. What's one random city you want to visit? I don't have a specific city, per se. More so just countries in general. If you owned a store, what would you most likely sell? I think owning a pet supply store would be really cool, with some animals that are actually very well-cared for, unlike chain pet stores. I HATE those, vehemently. So unspeakably ignorant and neglectful. If you had a garden, what sort of plants would you grow? I don't want a garden, but hypothetically, I'd love orchids, dahlias, tiger lilies, a weeping willow tree, some strawberries... What's your favorite phase of the moon? Full, of course. What's the song for your life right now? I've felt extremely connected to Seether's "Weak" lately. Do you believe that when you die, you get to see all your loved ones again? I hope so... Who would you be the most excited to see? DO I ACTUALLY NEED TO ANSWER THIS QUESTION?????????? Do you enjoy reading National Geographic magazines? If I'm like, sitting in a waiting room and they're available, I'll go for them. Do you know anyone who's serving in the military right now? Welcome to the South, baby. The boys graduate, they're going straight for the military. I only have one real friend who was one but left tho because he fucking hated it. Does or did either of your parents serve in the military? No. Has anything in your house ever caught on fire? Not in this house, no. As a small child, did you ever feel as if you were different or weird? Absofuckinglutely. I have A LOT of bad memories of instances where I felt like "the weird kid." Can you say "happy birthday" in another language? Omg... I forgot the German phrase. Wow, I'm rusty. What subjects do you or did you get the worst grades in? Math. Do you have photos to go with all of the contacts in your phone? I don't have pictures that go with any. Who was the last person to comment on one of your photos on Facebook and how did you meet that person? I just checked, and it was my friend Summer. I met her because she was actually first friends with my younger sister in pre-k, but we grew closer than they did in our teen years. What career paths are you considering? I just want to be a photographer. So badly. But I've felt super, super discouraged lately. Do you watch music videos? I pretty much never do, but rather listen through the artists' Topic uploads or lyric videos. I don't generally like official music videos because they tend to have other sounds/parts/breaks/etc. in them that distract from the song. Have you ever clicked on those banner ads that promise a prize for clicking? Probably by accident at some point in time. What kind of computer are you using? Acer Nitro. What kind of computer do you wish you were using? I'm fine with what I have. Have you ever had a weight change so drastic you went to the doctor? .-. How cold does it have to be before you put on a sweater? Depends on how long I'll be outside, but in most situations, in the 50s. Do you eat things off the floor? Um, ew. Who do people say you look like? My sisters. Do you usually get your homework done on time? When I was in school, I was very serious about having my homework finished by the date it was due. Have you ever framed your old movie ticket stubs? I've kept some, but never framed any. Do you have a digital camera? A Canon, yeah. Have you ever stuck something inappropriate in an electrical outlet? Bitch I ain't tryna get electrocuted. How many days has it been since your last birthday? My b-day is actually coming up soon; the 5th of February. Do you want any more siblings than you have now? Well, considering both my parents (and stepmom) are in their 50s... How easily shocked are you? VERY. I am extremely jumpy and on edge at like all times. You like the color blue, don't you? I mean yeah. Particularly the lighter tints. Who was the last person who asked you something that made you think? My therapist REEEEAAAALLY makes me do this. She's an absolute pro at getting me to dig deep into myself. Ever fired a gun? No, and I don't want to. From 1-10, how would you rate your cooking skills? Is 0 an option? Do you notice the heat or the cold more? HEAT, JESUS FUCK. It can be one or two degrees above what I consider stable and I'll be sweating. I'm hypersensitive to it I know from being in such a consistent temperature in my room like 24/7. Do you believe in miracles? Probably no. What hurts more: scratches or bites? Bites, if you're talking serious ones. Do you prefer rabbits to mice? No, mice (and especially rats) are absolutely amazing, intelligent animals. Bonus points for being mega cute too, though I do find rabbits cuter. Who out of all the people you know reasonably well is the most "dark?" Sara, haha. Favorite chocolate-based candy? Reese's. Do you call anyone babe or baby? My pets sometimes. Name me a food you used to like that you now don't: Peas, olives. Name me a food you now like but never used to: Mashed potatoes, IF prepared very well (by my standards, obviously). Would you rather live in Europe, The US, or Australia? By this point, take me to Europe. If it wouldn't be such a huge life change and leaving so many people, I would 120% move to Canada, but out of these, Europe will do. Would you rather have a big house, a lot of kids, or a high flying job? Give me the high-flying job, 100%. I don't want kids, and I have no need for a large house. Is crime a big problem in your area? Oh yes. What’s your town/city most well-known for? By the locals, being the crime hub, actually, lol. Name 5 objects that you don’t have but would like right now: Hmmm... I want a 40g tank as an upgrade for Venus, a gaming chair for when I turn the extra room into my "office" so I don't destroy my back sitting there, new glasses and a driving permit, and don't forget a gd tattoo needle pounding my skin. :^) If you were given the choice to choose your child’s gender, would you? Yes, I would absolutely want a girl just because IF I wanted kids, I'd want a daughter named Alessandra. Do you get along well with your family doctor/your doctor? Yeah, she's nice. What types of soups do you like? None. If a color could reflect your current mood, which would it be? Grayish blue. The last time you saw fireworks? I really don't know; it's been years, at least. Have you ever gone to a movie premiere? Possibly for Silent Hill: Revelation, but I'm not certain. Who was the last person to make you laugh out loud? My mom, because she made me remember something funny. What was the last commercial you heard selling? *shrug* Do you prefer fairly common names or a bit out of the ordinary ones? Oh, definitely rare and unique ones. Would you rather have a pet cat, dog, horse or tortoise? At this current time, a dog for Mom, which we're actually probably getting. She misses having one super badly. Is your laugh loud, normal or very silent? My laugh is loud and obnoxious as fuck. What are you interested in that most people would be surprised to know? Tarantulas, probably. I love them, even though spiders kinda scare me. Last movie you watched the whole way through? Elf, I think, with Sara's fam. What's your favorite fruit? Strawberries are where it's at. Last time you drank coffee? I've only ever sipped coffee to try to see if I liked it. Never have. I THINK I last took a sip of Sara's when we went on a breakfast date? Has anyone ever called you rich? Calling me rich would be entirely ludicrous. What makes you feel beautiful? Nothing. How many bathrooms are in your house? Two. Last time you were on a plane and where did you go? A couple years ago, coming home from Illinois. Favorite flavor muffin? Uggghhhh chocolate. Do you prefer stripes or polka dots? Polka dots. I tend to find circles visually appealing. Did you take Music when you were in school? I think all the elementary school students did. I was also in band in middle and high school; I played the flute. Why did you last feel like crying? I'm just sick of how my life is going. Do you find being alone with strangers scary, interesting, or indifferent? I find it either awkward or terrifying, depending on the gender. It's not a willing thing or intended sexism whatsoever, I'm just naturally afraid of men. Do your initials spell a legitimate word? If so, what? No. Does someone’s background affect whether you'll be friends with them or not? Well, it depends on what they've done. How about their religious background? No. If someone admitted cheating in a past relationship of theirs, would you trust them? Nope, bye. Did you ever want to be a cook as a kid? No. How about a fashion designer? No. Do you prefer fire or ice? Fire aesthetically, but ice is certainly less intimidating. When happy, do you become more talkative? OH yes. Are you offended easily by non-politically correct language? No, really. I wouldn't say derogatory terms, but I really don't understand why most people put so much weight into a single made-up word. But again, you won't hear that language coming out of my mouth because I understand that it just does hurt some people, and I respect that. Do you think the censors/fcc go a bit too far or are just right? It's gone overboard, imo. What's your I.Q? I don't want to know, haha. Have you ever taken a martial art? Which one{s}? No. Do you know anyone who is scared of you? Um, no. What person who has died would you bring back and why? Probably Steve Irwin. His children have done FUCKING FANTASTIC at carrying on his legacy and purpose, but I feel he could've taught the world so much more than he had time to... Do you like watermelon? No. Too watery. Can you remember the month of your first kiss? Yes, actually. March. What do you think is the most interesting thing about you? I'm unsure, really. Do you like being complimented or does it make you uncomfortable? Both. What artist's paintings do you find the most beautiful? This is an impossible question. What about the most disturbing? Oh man, I watch this one person on deviantART that makes especially creepy artwork. I follow a loooot of dark artists, though, so it's difficult to pick. Have you ever gone to a camp or summer school? A church-related summer thing, yes, as a kid. What was your favorite cartoon as a child? Pokemon was/is where it's at. What was your biggest fear as a child? Thunderstorms, holy shit. Would you rather be able to fly or breathe underwater? Be able to breathe underwater. What about invisibility or mindreading? Definitely invisibility. Mindreading would just... suck. Hurt. Especially if you couldn't control it. Which stereotype do you dislike the most? Good question, considering I hate a shit ton. Can you remember all your past teachers names? No, not all of them. Do you like talent shows? Which ones? I don't mind watching 'em. I particularly used to love America's Got Talent. Have you ever failed an important exam? In what? Yes; I failed horribly at my final math exam the last time I was in school. Are you on any meds? Too many. Just way too many for someone my age. I'm really starting to think I'm over-medicated to where it's dulling my senses, feelings, and also destroying my memory. But I kinda need like... all of them. I'm talking to my psychiatrist in just a couple days though, actually, and I'm going to talk to him about maybe trying to wean me off my OCD med, since I haven't had big symptoms in a long time. I wanna see how I deal without it. What color is your razor? Black and orange. What is your fave frozen treat? Just the classic ice cream. Which supermarket do you like to shop at? We tend to get our groceries from Wal-Mart. Do you struggle to say ‘no’ to things you don’t want to do? YESSIREE. Are you friends with someone a lot of people dislike? I don't think there's anyone that is widely disliked, no. Have you ever had to deal with someone close to you going off to war? No, thankfully. Other than yourself, who did you last buy something for? Mom. What's something you complain about frequently? My legs hurting. It's hard to ignore when taking one step is painful. Have you ever talked about your period with a guy? Were they okay with it, or grossed out? I certainly haven't talked about it in-depth, but it's been mentioned in some way when I was with Jason. I mean we were together for three and a half years, sexually active (and I ain't doing jackshit if it's that time of the month), and I spent as much time with him as possible, so... it woulda came up. I'm sure he was indifferent about it, he was a mature guy. Have you ever been to an Asian (any type) market? If so, what is the closest one to you? No. I've never even heard of one around here. Have you ever slept with a member of the opposite sex without having sex? Back up two questions, haha. That was normal. How would you feel if your significant other had tattoos? Shit man, I love tattoos. I'd obviously not care. How have you been feeling today? Depressed. Where’s your phone right now? On my chest. I'm lying down. Is there a certain person that makes you feel safe? ugh When you drink alcohol with friends, do you play drinking games? I never have. What are the best kind of Girl Scout cookies? I don't remember their names, honestly... but the chocolate and peanut butter ones come to mind.

#survey #surveys #questions

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oh-im-dying · 4 years ago

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If I haven't asked already I'd love to see the answers to all the questions for the obey me mc questions!

HI! I’M SO SORRY I TOOK FOREVER TO ANSWER YOU. I finished answering the questions so long ago, but I wanted to wait until after I introduced Eden and Atlas first!

The original questions can be found here!

I’ll be answering the questions for BOTH of my OCs, so if you’re a little lost on the basic idea behind these two, go here!

THIS IS SUPERRRR LONG, SO ALL THE ANSWERS ARE UNDER THE CUT. THE ANSWERS ARE A LITTLE WORDY I’M SORRY-

1. Which of the Boys are they the most like? Eden’s similar to Levi in terms of what they’re interested in. She’s a weeb, and takes anime super seriously (to the point where she body-slammed Diavolo upon meeting him because he brought her down to the Devildom while she was in the middle of an anime episode). Personality wise though, she’s a mix of Satan, Belphie, and Mammon. She’s very cynical and hates most things, but most of it’s a facade as she learns to deal with her feelings. She can be sweet and caring, but only after she opens up to someone.

Atlas is your stereotypical otome game MC. Like Beel, she’s sweet and caring, and like Asmo, she’s pretty and enthusiastic. She’s adventurous and curious like Mammon too. But she’s not all that she seems to be on the surface.

2. Which of the Boys are they the least like? Asmo, probably. Eden hates being open about feelings, and generally dislikes getting all touchy feely with others. She’s not that big on fashion either. She likes wearing whatever’s comfortable. Asmo nearly had a stroke when she revealed that she didn't know what an exfoliator was.

Atlas is the opposite of Lucifer. He’s calm, collected, and responsible. While Atlas is good at keeping her grades up and tries to be a leader, she’s clumsy and ditzy. If a puppy were to become a person, that’s Atlas.

3. Who does your MC date? [If multiple, what order do they start dating each one?] Eden...has a lot to sort out. But, once everything’s said and done, she’ll probably be with Mammon, since he’s the only one (with how my plot’s going right now) that can see through her tough persona and reach out to her.

Atlas, being the person who was actually meant to be in the Devildom (Eden wasn’t going to be there, had Atlas not grabbed onto her), naturally draws the attention of the brothers. Her seemingly sweet and caring personality makes it almost impossible for them to hate her, and she very quickly gains their love and affection. But I don’t plan on having her date any of them. She’s...an interesting character because she likes the attention and love, but doesn’t return any of it.

4. How does your MC Sleep? [On their side, on their back, with a partner, etc., in PJs, etc.] Eden sleeps in an oversized hoodie and shorts. She doesn’t sleep a lot, since she’s usually up binging anime and lives off of coffee (I’m convinced she has caffeine in her blood), but when she DOES sleep, she sleeps like the dead. Nothing can wake her up. She can’t sleep unless she has something next to her, but since she hates people (at least initially), she usually has a pillow or something by her side.

Atlas sleeps like a starfish. Sprawled out and taking over the entire bed. Eden loves having sleepovers with her, but will NOT share a bed, since she’ll wake up with Atlas’s knee lodged in her face or something.

5. If you were to pick one song — and only one song — to describe your MC, what would it be and why? Eden: Handle With Care by RUNN Atlas: I couldn't really find a song that would suit how... intricate Atlas' character is, but for how others see her initially: Classic by MKTO

6. Did they come from a religious family/culture? Do they practice a religion? Neither of them practice any religion. But Eden’s name is meant to reference the Garden of Eden, so her story will have a few references here and there about the garden (nothing too detailed though).

7. What do they think about the whole angel/demon stuff? Eden’s not all that phased by it. She has the stereotypical Gen-Z attitude of “I can’t tell the waitress that she got my order wrong, but I can and WILL bodyslam a demon”. (unrelated note: she HAS body slammed Diavolo before). So she’s not bothered by the idea of being around angels and demons. She’s more angry that she’s been dragged down to hell without dying. Eden comes from a long line of witches too, so she's heard about angels and demons for a while.

Atlas though… Atlas is ‘terrified’ once she lands in the Devildom. She’s a “sweet babey” that loves doing all things innocent and good in the world, and one day she’s in Hell. Surrounded by demons. She’s not happy about it at all… But as soon as she hears it’s an exchange program and that she isn’t in any danger at the moment, her attitude switches immediately...

8. What’s your MC’s relationship with their family? Eden lives with her mom. Her mom's a relatively sweet woman, and while being a witch, tries her hardest to keep Eden away from using any. Eden and her mom have a cute relationship. They annoy one another sometimes, but overall, they care about eachother a lot. Her dad's alive. It's just that in a magical mishap with his own mother (Eden's grandma), he was turned into a frog and now lives in their livingroom in a little tank. Eden, however, has no idea that the frog is her father and thought that "Dad" was just a really weird name for the amphibian.

Atlas seems to live a perfect life. She has both parents, and being the only child, has been babied since day one. Of course, that's just what the public sees her family as.

9. What are your MC’s chances of survival if they got lost in the levels of Devildom that take you to the surface [aka the layers of Hell]? Eden’s basically a human compass. She can find her way around anywhere. BUT, there are days where she’s either overwhelmed or super out of it and will get lost. She won’t stay lost for too long, but when she is, she’ll probably start a fight with every dang demon that comes near her. Will she win? ….probably not. But she's sure as hell taking a couple of them down with her.

Atlas can get lost in her own neighborhood. If she gets lost by herself in the layers of Hell, she’s hopeless. Very much dead. BUT. The brothers and Eden all adore her (annoyingly), so they’ll find her, no matter what.

10. Is your MC jealous/upset about not being able to use magic? Do they learn? Eden comes from a family of witches. She has the ability to use magic, but since her mom's been hiding the fact that she's a witch, Eden never believed in it. She didn't think that witches existed at all, so when she eventually finds out, she doesn't have any control over her powers.

Atlas technically can’t use magic, but she’s not that upset about not being able to use it. SPOILER FOR LESSON 16: Atlas is, however, the “true” MC, so she’s the descendent of Lilith. So she's just like the in game MC in not being able to use magic like Solomon, but having a lot of power.

11. What was your MC’s first impression of the demon boys? Atlas’s initial reaction to everyone is the same: “Wow you’re good looking”

Lucifer “Why is he so TALL” After arriving to the Devildom alongside Atlas, Eden ends up body slamming Diavolo for getting near them. Lucifer does NOT like that, and tries to kill her. Diavolo, however, thought that Eden was just giving him a really weird hug, so he stopped Lucifer from turning her into soot. Diavolo actually ends up finding Eden interesting and spends more and more time with her.

Mammon “This smug little piece of sh-” Mammon and Eden’s personalities clash a lot in the beginning. They don’t get along, and Mammon liked Atlas better at the start because she was sweet and kind to him.

Leviathan “Ah yes, a man of culture.” Weeb gang. Need I say more?

Satan “...I don’t trust you.” Satan is similar to Eden when it comes to dangerous smiles and being cunning. Eden recognizes this and doesn’t trust him.

Asmo “Go to horny jail.” Eden and Asmo are pretty different from one another. But they don’t quite hate one another, surprisingly. Just not sure how to interact with one another.

Beelzebub “He better not come near my candy.” Eden has this thing where she constantly has candy. She almost always has a lollipop, since she can’t focus well without a sweet. So her utmost priority lies with hiding her candy stash from Beel. Will it work? Eh, not really.

Belphegor “Damn bitch you live like this?” First time meeting him was in the attic, after Eden and Atlas made it up the stairs without Lucifer knowing. Atlas is full of pity for him, but Eden’s shook that he’s been in the attic for so long without going nuts.

Diavolo “Don’t come near me or I’ll flip you.” I don’t really need to say anything else. Eden body slammed the Demon Prince 3 minutes after landing in the Devildom. Diavolo finds her interesting though, since it's the first time he's met someone that's talked to him without thinking about his role as the future king of the Devildom.

Barbatos “What’s going on with your bangs.” Eden doesn’t trust Barbatos either, but they both naturally seem to avoid provoking the other. So they only ever see one another whenever Diavolo is talking to Eden. Eden wants to know what’s up with his bangs though.

12. First impression of the Angels & Solomon? Simeon “He reminds me of someone…” Eden has “guardians” from both the Devildom and the Celestial Realm. Almost like a guardian angel, except there’s one angel and one demon. She hasn’t met with them in a long time though, and has almost completely forgotten about them. Simeon's sweet yet somewhat confusing personality reminds her of the guardian angel.

Luke “He’s so loud...and for what-” Eden thinks Luke’s like a chihuahua. Small, loud, and annoying.

Solomon “THIS MOTHERFUCKER DROPPED MY CORNDOG.” They first met in the human world, when Eden was at the mall with Atlas. Solomon and Eden bumped into one another, and Eden ended up dropping her corndog. She’s been petty and angry over her lost corndog for years. Solomon, naturally, remembers none of this.

13. What is a skill your MC has that the Boys would be surprised by? They would be shocked to see that Eden has really good aim. She’s great at hitting things from a far distance. Though, they don’t realize that from guns or anything like that. No, they realize this when Eden slips off her shoe and manages to chuck it at Mammon successfully from the opposite side of the dining room.

Atlas can play the harp really well.

14. Do they own a secret place for their most prized possessions? Eden hides her sweets in several spots in her room. She hides smaller candies in pockets, shelves, and drawers. Lollipops are more important to her, so she hides them in [ Eden has requested this information remain top secret ].

Atlas is… crafty. She doesn’t hide things often, but when she does, it’s almost like the item vanished.

15. What’s the most important thing they own? Eden: She protects her lollipops with her life, but the most important thing she owns is a polaroid of her and Atlas, taken after they had first become friends back when they were 5. Atlas: Atlas values everything. She doesn't have one single item that she holds above others. She lives life just loving everything.

16. Do they eat the strange demon food? There’s a good chance that eating the demon food might kill humans. Eden, knowing this, has no problems trying to eat anything. The brothers have to go through a lot of trouble to keep her away from anything poisonous/bad for humans. Satan needs to do a lot of research on humans for this. Not that any of them would be too phased by her dying. It's more because Diavolo likes hanging out with Eden and it would be a disaster to tell him that she died.

Atlas… doesn’t need to worry much. The brothers pamper her and try their hardest to make sure she only eats things that are safe for her to have.

17. What’s their favourite part of being in Devildom? Eden’s just vibing. She likes the lack of sun though.

Atlas likes everything. She finds anything new interesting and exciting.

18. What does your MC miss most about the human world? Eden doesn’t miss the human world. But she doesn’t want to be in the Devildom either. She’s just there.

Atlas sees all of this as an adventure and takes it enthusiastically. She’s happy in the Devildom, but she misses being able to feel the sun on her face.

19. What does MC spend most of their time doing/with who? Eden spends the majority of her time with Levi, playing games or watching anime. He teaches her about TSL, and she teaches him about Seven Deadly Sins. They’ve definitely played Mystic Messenger and DDLC together.

Atlas...is always surrounded by everyone. She radiates “main character” energy. Even Eden thinks Atlas is the main character of her (Eden's) life. Atlas is always with one of the brothers. But overall, Atlas and Eden have spent the most time together. They’re childhood friends, after all.

20. How does MC wear the RAD uniform? [If they do.] Eden barely wears it. She wasn’t supposed to be in the Devildom anyway, so there wasn't a uniform prepared for her. So, she took online classes with Levi for a while. But even after getting the uniform, she manages to forget to wear it at least 3 times a week. She usually ends up calling Mammon to help grab it for her, only to be turned down. Mammon will then get a shoe to the face whenever she sees him.

Atlas is the model student. She works hard, and never forgets her uniform. She "tries her hardest" to wear the RAD uniform correctly, but she usually ends up buttoning it up wrong somehow. Either the brothers or Eden need to help her out every morning.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me masters #obey me jp #obey me mc #obey me oc #oc #my oc #the garden of fucking things up #asks

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TerraMythos' 2020 Reading Challenge - Book 28 of 26

Title: The Only Good Indians (2020)

Author: Stephen Graham Jones

Genre/Tags: Horror, Fiction, Third-Person, Second-Person, Female Protagonist (kinda).

Rating: 6/10

Date Began: 10/5/2020

Date Finished: 10/11/2020

Almost a decade ago, four Blackfeet Indian men went on a hunting trip. They did something terrible on that day, which they now call the Thanksgiving Classic. As the ten-year anniversary of the event approaches, the three remaining men have moved on with their lives -- but the past has come back to haunt them in a disturbing and vengeful way.

First, though, one of their calves is sitting in eighth-grade geography-- girl, girl girl girl, not “calf”. And this girl has this certain father you remember, and that father, he has a friend you remember well, from looking up a long snowy slope, their monstrous forms black against the sky.

For them, ten years ago, that’s another lifetime.

For you it’s yesterday.

Some spoilers under the cut.

This is the first full novel I’ve ready by Stephen Graham Jones, but I did actually read a short story by him in The Devil and the Deep, a collection I read earlier this year. “Broken Record” is a horror story about a man trapped on a desert island, but with an interesting premise/twist that I don’t want to spoil. So I had one of his novels, Mongrels, on my TBR, but decided to go with this one when I saw it making the rounds.

I feel kinda bad giving The Only Good Indians a 6, because there are some things I really, really like about this novel. But as a whole, I have to be honest with myself and how I feel about it, and that’s a pretty accurate score. There are certain elements that don’t work for me. While some of this is due to personal taste, several of my issues are with the execution.

To start off, things I love about the novel. The Only Good Indians is separated into three parts, each of which is a distinct story connected to the others. The first part, “The House that Ran Red” knocks it out of the park. It’s a creepy and self-contained psychological horror story about a man named Lewis (one of the four) who is especially haunted by the hunting trip of ten years ago. Specifically, he remembers killing a young, pregnant female elk. His guilt and shame about what he did to her torment him to this day. As the decade anniversary approaches, he begins to see things around his home in Great Falls, Montana, and descends into paranoia and anxiety that overwhelms his otherwise happy home life. Things get more disturbing and surreal the further into this part one gets, and I really dig it; especially the shocking and fucked up ending. (Side bar: I love that there’s an “ordinary” explanation for everything that happens, except for one little detail at the end that proves supernatural shit was going on. I eat that kind of stuff right up).

One criticism I’ve seen of this novel is that it really toes the line between horror and literary fiction. However, I think that’s a huge credit in this first part. Jones does an excellent job playing with tension; he makes me juuust feel comfortable with these characters and their ordinary lives before suddenly introducing something weird and fucked up. While tension is a hallmark of horror, Jones masters it so well here that I have to admire the execution. In addition, there’s something totally cinematic about this part (and, to be fair, many parts later on). It’s hard to describe, but there’s a lot of visuals that I’d love to see adapted to a comic book or video form because I can just picture the shots.

At its heart, The Only Good Indians becomes more slasher horror than anything else. But the monster at the core of this, Elk Head Woman, is really well-written and interesting. Convincingly making an elk mother a creepy, violent avatar of vengeance and death is fucking impressive. It’s pretty rare that the monster gets a point of view, but Elk Head Woman is a full-fledged perspective character with her own motivations for what she’s doing. I think second-person was a great choice for her narration. Paradoxically, it manages to be both jarring and smooth with the rest of the story (”wow, ‘you’? we’re doing that?” vs “that second-person snippet really blends with the third-person narration, huh?”). I find these flairs really cool, and Jones totally nails a challenging style.

So, high praise for the above, but unfortunately I just didn’t vibe with the second part of the novel, “Sweat Lodge Massacre”. For story reasons, it stars a totally different cast of characters than the first part. Unfortunately, this means much of the page is concerned with introducing these new characters and giving them backstories and motivations. So horror gets cast aside, and the pacing just tanks at this part. Sure, there are periodic slips into second-person to remind the reader the horror element is still in the story, but this doesn’t pay off until the very end. And when it does, it’s just not worth all the setup and wait.

I think my main issue comes down to personal taste in horror. “The House that Ran Red” primed me for psychological horror with gory asides. That’s just not the case in “Sweat Lodge Massacre”, in which the horror is largely absent until the end, then is pretty much just violence and gore. Thematically, it doesn’t make sense to me that Elk Head Woman is the monster in this part. Lewis’ part, sure -- he’s haunted by what he did to her, specifically. But Gabe and Cass, the leads in part two, lack this. They aren’t haunted by the Thanksgiving Classic, at least not in a way that’s explored in the novel. So to have Elk Head Woman commit vengeance on men who barely even remember why is just disappointing. It comes off as senseless violence and death without the symbolic punch of “The House that Ran Red”. It’s a shame because Elk Head Woman is such an interesting monster/character and she feels wasted here.

Part three, “It Came From The Rez” is fine-- mostly an extended chase scene that manages to be engaging all the way through. I love how everything loops back and ties together at the end, but honestly don’t have much to say about the part other than that; it’s pretty short.

I don’t know, I think this novel just needed more time in the oven to really refine certain things. There are lots of ideas I wish were explored further -- parenthood, the whole elk/train thing, and so on. I’m also a little confused about the timeline. Ricky, one of the four, gets killed off in the prologue. But his death doesn’t really track with the book’s explanation on why everything is happening ten years after the Thanksgiving Classic. I don’t know, I could be digging too deep. But I can see the potential in this novel through its excellent first part and wish I felt that way about the rest of it.

If you’re interested in reading The Only Good Indians, please be advised there’s a lot of graphic violence, gore, and death-- both animal and human. If you’re into slasher horror this might be more up your alley than it was mine. Stephen Graham Jones is a good writer, don’t get me wrong, so if this story sounds like your kind of thing, give it a shot.

#2020 reading challenge #BONUS ROUND #taylor reads #6/10

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totally-incorrect-theatre-quotes · 5 years ago

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Therapy (fanfic)

I’m currently on Thanksgiving break from school and was in a writing mood. So here is a fanfiction about Lydia’s relationship with therapy.

TW: bullying, mentions of suicide*, grief, mourning

*the mentions of suicide is only the canon of the musical, after “Invisible” and before/during “Say my name”

When Emily first died he wanted someone to help him bring back his once happy daughter, he would give anything to just see her smile again, or tell those silly jokes that he never understood but made Emily snort. He couldn’t stand to see the sight of Lydia dressed in black, her eyes always puffy and red. The weeks leading up to Emily’s passing Charles and Lydia were constantly in the hospital by her side. Charles figured that the little time Emily had left she would want to be with her daughter and that eighth-grade English classes came second. Even after the funeral, Charles didn’t force Lydia to go back to school until she said she was ready, he even suggested online school but she insisted she would go back.

It went alright at first, he saw little rays of the old Lydia peaking through, but after a few days, he got a phone call to urgently come to the school and pick Lydia up. When he rushed to the office he was greeted by a sniffling Lydia hugging herself. She wouldn’t even make eye contact with her father as they walked out to the car. He tried to get the story off of her what had happened but she stayed silent the entire ride home and locked herself in her room. It took a few phone calls to the school for him to find out that a student Lydia had problems with in the past had been harassing her about Emily, and Lydia snapped when the boy started a rumor that Emily had killed herself. Charles went up to her bedroom but there was no response when he knocked on the door, just stifled sobs that were clearly being muffled by a pillow or blanket. She didn’t go back to school for another two weeks.

The school suggested Lydia go to grief counseling, have professionals help her work through all the emotions she was feeling. The school psychologist met with Lydia once a week, and all they were able to tell her was that one day she wouldn’t feel like this anymore. That her mother wasn’t in pain anymore, and that she was in a better place now. None of that helped her, Lydia wondered what better place it was if she couldn’t be with her mother. She started skipping her sessions with the counselor. She didn’t see a point to going anyway, he never listened to her about what she really wanted to say. He even accused her of being selfish for wishing her mother was back, and immature for being angry at the world for taking Emily from her. She lied to her father about it, she knew he didn’t care either so long as she plastered a fake smile on her face he would gush about her progress. It took less than two weeks for him to realize she hadn’t been going, though he never would have noticed if her one teacher hadn’t found her hiding in the library when she was supposed to be with the counselor. Instead of being asked why she didn’t go to her appointments she was given detention and a phone call was made to home.

The school told Charles that they had done all they could do to help Lydia, but he may want to consider outside resources if they want to see actual results. During his brief search for a therapist for his daughter, he found Delia on a facebook page. She sounded perfect, and he hoped that Lydia would be more willing to the idea of seeing a life coach instead of a therapist. He booked a session with Delia and drove nearly an hour out of town to take Lydia there. Delia was like a ray of sunshine. Her positivity bubbling out of her and he couldn’t help but smile when he saw her. Lydia was less than impressed and was extremely hesitant to even go into her office.

Five months later and Lydia still hadn’t made any progress. She hardly slept or ate, her grades were tanking, her teachers called home almost weekly about her lack of focus or outright absence in class. She still went to see Delia, and though Charles had his doubts when he didn’t see any results, Delia assured him that life coaching can take months before any progress is seen. Her methods were ...unconventional, the crystals threw him off but the fact that Lydia had an opinion on them (though it was often mockery) gave him a glimmer of hope that maybe her sense of humor was slowly starting to shine through. However, there was a point when Charles knew that no amount of life coaching would help Lydia. She was being harshly bullied in school, he knew high school could be rough but there would be days she would beg him to not make her go. She would never tell him why but it didn’t take a genius to figure it out. The same boy from the previous year was at it again, starting out with just cruel jokes that when they garnered a reaction from Lydia he would mock her by asking if she was going to go cry to her mommy about it. Charles tried everything to force the school to stop it, but they claimed their hands were tied. The breaking point came when Lydia finally had enough and lashed out on the boy, slapping him in the face.

She sat in the principal's office sulking and trying to hold back tears while the boy sat in the seat next to her, a bright red mark on his cheek. Charles tried to remain stoic when the boy was simply given a warning to not instigate Lydia. He was dismissed back to class and given a sympathetic look from the principal. Charles asked to speak to the principal alone and Lydia was sent to wait outside the door.

“Mr. Deetz, your daughter is facing up to a two-week suspension for assaulting that boy. We have a zero-tolerance policy for bullying at this school.”

“Is that a fact? He’s been bullying her for months now, and the school has done nothing about it but tell me my daughter needs psychiatric help. She went to your school therapist, she sees another therapist, but I think the problem runs a lot deeper than anything the school can help.” Charles replied, “Look, it has been hard for Lydia since her mother died five months ago-”

“And we are sorry for her loss but it is not an excuse for violent outbursts.”

“If you would let me finish...I want to give Lydia a fresh start. The school year is ending in less than a month and this summer I’m going to be moving to Connecticut, just to distance her from the whole situation. If you suspend her from school she is going to think that we’re moving as a punishment. Could you just do me a favor and let her off with a warning?”

“Mr. Deetz, letting her go without any consequences would be sending a terrible message to the other students, especially the boy she assaulted.”

“She slapped him! He got in her face and was bullying her and she slapped him. I’m not even mad about it. Give her detention if you have to make a message out of her. I promise you she will not be giving you any more problems this school year.”

He took Charles up on his offer and Lydia got three days of detention and was made to write a formal apology letter to the boy for hitting him. Though the letter was more spite than apology the school accepted it, and her punishment was over. The school year ended and as Charles had promised the family went to Connecticut.

After a strange first week in the new house, it seemed that Lydia had finally begun to settle into her new life. Despite everything that happened she seemed to be genuinely happy and was even accepting of him and Delia’s relationship. He tried not to be hurt when Lydia would favor the Maitlands some days, but he figured if it was making her happy he didn’t have a problem with it. He stopped hovering over his as much, gave her more freedom, and thought that she was progressing well. It wasn’t until a month later when Barbara asked to talk to him that he realized how not okay Lydia really was.

“She’s been having nightmares, Charles. Bad ones, every night. She’s been trying to hide them from us. Stuffing towels under her door, muffling her crying with pillows. I had to sit in her bed all night with her asleep in my lap just to make sure she actually slept. I’m worried about her, I don't like that she’s trying to keep this from us.”

“Did she tell you what they were about at least.”

Barbara nodded, “Usually her mother dying, but she said something about how she feels terrible for how she acted, how scared she was when I ...when Beetlejuice tricked her. She told me about how alone she felt in the Netherworld. I could handle her telling me that, but when I tried to tell her it was okay and that we forgave her she started panicking, screaming about how she doesn’t deserve our forgiveness, or how she deserves these nightmares as a punishment. I know Lydia looks up to me, but I am really out of my depths here, she wouldn’t listen to reason at all. I only think she agreed with me in the end because she was going to pass out from the exhaustion of the whole episode.”

“I thought she had been coping better, that’s why I haven’t pushed her towards anything, I didn’t think she needed it anymore. She seems to be happy, especially with you guys. You just seem to understand her better than I can, and I’m her father for god sake. I’ve been at this for months now Barbara and I just feel like I’m constantly letting her down.”

“She doesn’t need perfection Charles, she needs someone to be there for her. I know she knows that we love her, but something is preventing her from breaking through that final barrier and letting us show it. The stuff that happened, it’s not typical. Most fifteen-year-olds don’t live in haunted houses or are technically widows. She has a lot of trauma to work through, and I don’t exactly know how to go about it. I mean I’m a dead...but grown woman and it still took me a while to process the events. I can’t imagine how hard it’s been for Lydia.”

“How hard what has been for me?” Lydia asked, sleepily peeking out from behind the doorframe of the kitchen.

Charles carefully walked over to Lydia and gave her a hug, it wasn’t uncommon for them to hug in the morning so Lydia didn’t hesitate. He rubbed her shoulders and when they broke the embrace he held her hands gently in his, “Honey Barbara told me about last night.”

She couldn’t help but feel hurt when she looked over at the ghost sitting at the table, “I had a rough night. That’s all.”

“I think it’s a little more than that. Look I know I have been far from perfect when helping you with everything that’s been happening in your life. If Emily were here she would know exactly what to do, but I want to help you, sweetheart. We all want to make sure you are okay.”

Anger bubbled in Lydia’s tiny frame, “There is nothing wrong with me! I know exactly what you’re going to say next, dad. You’re going to tell me that you want to send me to some shrink who is going to fix me and make me the perfect happy daughter you want.” she was yelling now, a hint of trembling in her voice as she tried to fight back angry tears, “I’m right aren’t I? You just want me to magically be fixed-”

“Lydia’s you aren’t broken.” he pulled slightly at her arm, guiding her to sit at the table with them, “This isn’t about fixing you, it’s about giving you support and guidance.”

“I’ve been doing just fine, you guys are supportive.”

Barbara chimed in, “I know we support you, but sweetie last night told me that you need more. There is no shame in going to talk to somebody, they can really help.”

“No, they don’t!” Lydia shouted, “All they do is patronize you and tell you everything is going to be alright, or that everything happens for a reason. There is no reason for anything! There’s no good reason that my mom died. They tell me she’s in a better place now? I’ve been there..the netherworld sucks and just knowing that my mom is alone in there, without me. That makes me feel so much worse. Everyone that I’ve seen just makes me feel worse.”

“I didn’t know the school therapist told that to you.” Charles admitted, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because dad, the only time you’d pay attention to me was when I pretended everything was fine. It wasn’t fine, I’m still not fine! I am so sick of not being normal, it’s a constant fight to convince myself that life is even worth living.”

“Honey,” Barbara rubbed Lydia’s hand with her thumb, “Of course life if worth living, why would you think it’s not.”

Lydia couldn’t help but roll her eyes, “You saw me on the roof, you can’t even pretend to know that I’ve felt this way.”

“I never knew that’s why you were up there. I thought that Beetlejuice brought you there.”

“Wait..never knew what?”

Barbara and Lydia had both forgotten that Charles didn’t know about the events that transpired on the roof. Lydia mentally slapped herself for bringing it up, because now she was going to lose everything she had worked for.

“Before you say anything I’m not..like that anymore. I don’t want to die, mainly because I know what comes next, but it is just so hard to keep trying. Everything feels so pointless. Any slight progress I make, I can’t even be happy about because I know how pathetic I am when I cry myself to sleep at night or wake up terrified from nightmares that I can’t control. I don’t want to reach out to anyone because then you all look at me like” she gestures to them, “that. Like I’m some stray puppy.”

“How come you never told me that you...that you tried to kill yourself?”

“Because I didn’t go through with it. Beetlejuice convinced me not to, and though it was with terrible reasoning, I didn’t end up doing it.”

“If he hadn’t been there, would you have?”

Lydia paused, she didn’t know the answer to that. It was so hard to think back on her mental state back then, she was so blind with grief and betrayal from her father’s new fiance that she wasn’t thinking anything through clearly. She knew now that she wanted to live, but she couldn’t say for certain that if Beetlejuice hadn’t been there that she wouldn’t have gone through with it.

“I don’t know,” she whispered. She closed her eyes, allowing a rogue tear to go down her cheek as she braced herself for Barabra and her father yelling at her for how stupid she was, and how little trust they now had in her. Instead, she didn’t hear any yelling, she felt arms around her and knew she was being hugged. She opened her eyes and saw her father crying, muttering about how glad he was that he didn’t lose her too. She began to cry as well, nuzzling into the crook of his neck while he just held her.

“I’m proud of you.” Barbara told her, “Beetlejuice may have been there at the right place at the right time to distract you, but it was you who made the decision Lydia. You were the one who chose to live, don’t forget that.”

“I am proud of you too. You say that you’re small and pathetic, but I don’t think I’ve ever met someone as strong as you. To have gone through so much and to keep going?”

“But what about the nightmares?” Lydia wiped at her eyes, “I just want them to stop.”

“I want to help you, Lydia.” her father said, “I am not the best person for the job. I know you’ve had bad experiences before, and a lot of that is my fault for not listening to you and being so caught up in my own world. I promise that this time will be different. If we go to the counselor and after two appointments you don’t like that...we won’t go back to them.”

Barbara smiled, “I know a great children’s therapist, I went to college with her and she has an office a few blocks away from here. I think she could really help you, sweetie.”

Hesitantly Lydia nodded, willing to try one more time.

The ride to the office one week later was a strange one. She had been researching online how to connect with a therapist and she had been following some of the advice such as keeping a journal of all the strong feelings she had been having over the week. She held it tight to her chest as they walked in the building, the juvenile paintings on the walls didn’t instill confidence in Lydia that they would be able to help her with her mature problems but she didn’t want to give up just yet. Her father gave her a quick kiss on the forehead when she was called back, she took in a deep breath and followed the receptionist to the room.

The office was a lot more minimalist than she had been expecting. The walls were a soothing grey color and there was a white couch lined with fluffy pillows on top of them. Next to the couch was a table set up with some strange objects like a square of sand and a tiny rake, a stress ball, a stuffed bear, and a cube with little buttons on it. Lydia observantly looked around the room while she waited on the couch for the therapist to arrive, she admired the bookshelf filled with impressive books and smiled when she noticed a photo of Barbara and who she assumed her counselor was in college.

“Hi, Lydia sorry to keep you waiting.” a short woman walked into the room and gently shut the door, “My name is Amanda, it’s a pleasure to meet you! Were you a family friend of Barbara’s”

Lydia shook her hand and smiled politely, “You could say that.”

“She was a wonderful woman,” Amanda lamented, “So what brings you here today?”

“Where should I start?”

“From wherever you’d like. We can talk about today, we could talk about last week, we could talk about three years ago. It is completely up to you.”

Lydia took in a shaky breath, “Seven months ago my mother died.”

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“she acts like summer and walks like rain”

The power goes out. What are three things that you have taken for granted? I mean, it depends how long it goes out for. I’ve only experienced that for a couple hours at most from what I can recall, so. Although, the worst to me is when it happens for any length of time during the summer because it instantly feels like a sauna in my house and it’s absolutely miserable. D: It happened a few times this past summer during a heat wave with triple digit temps... not fun. But yeah, that’s the only thing that really bothers me from my experience. I just mess around on my phone, play Animal Crossing, read, or just chill with the fam. My dad acts like it’s the end of the world lol like a couple minutes in he’s like, “what are we going to do for food?? I think we might have to get a hotel or something, we can’t stay here with no power.” lol.

Have you ever done the Polar Bear plunge on New Years? I’ve never done it and never would. Nooo thanks. I don’t swim or get into the ocean, lake, or river for one, for two, diving into freezing cold temperatures sounds horrific. It’d probably shock my body and kill me.

Name lyrics that include the word "baby" in them. “Oh baby, you got what I need, but you say I’m just a friend.”

You get to choose your middle name! It must begin with the letter H. Nah.

Have you ever had a Halloween party? Yeah. I had one when I was in like 2nd grade and invited kids from my class over. I had a few smaller, more just like hangouts, with my cousins or friend as well. The most recent was like 4 years ago. I’ve been to more Halloween parties than I’ve thrown, though.

Would you rather have a plant cactus or venus flytrap? A cactus.

Are you better at crosswords or word searches? I love word searches.

Would you rather have a water balloon fight or a paint ball fight? I’ve only had water balloon fights, back when I was a kid. I wouldn’t want to have either one now. Running around and getting hit with stuff just doesn’t sound fun. I don’t have the energy for all that. Also paint ball fights sound especially painful.

Do you like being told what to do? In some cases I might need a little push or can’t decide on something so I’ll sometimes ask someone what I should do. Doesn’t mean I’ll listen, but it can be helpful. I don’t like when someone tells me what to do as a command. I’m super stubborn, so being told to do something just makes me not want to do said thing even more, even if I already planned on doing it.

What would you do if you were attacked by thugs? If I was attacked by anyone I wouldn’t be able to do a whole lot.

Do you have a favorite word? I can never think of one on the spot when asked.

On what circumstances would you break up with someone? If they cheated on me I might, but I can’t say for sure. It would depend on a few things. I’d also like to think I would if there was abuse. I feel like I would, but I’ve never been in that situation and I know it’s not always that simple.

Have you ever been kicked out of a store? No.

What's your worst subject? Math was always my worst subject.

What are 3 things that make you happy? God, my family (including my doggo), and vacations.

“baby, let me be your last first kiss”

Have you ever been pampered? I get my hair done fairly regularly (not so much now... I can blame covid this year, but let’s be real the past few years I started slacking).

Are you going to force your kids to be in activity or let them choose? I don’t want to have kids; however, IF I did, I wouldn’t force them to. I would certainly encourage and support, but it’d be their decision. If they didn’t enjoy it, I wouldn’t push it. It should be enjoyable for them, not torture.

Do you watch Toddler and Tiaras? Nah, I never got into that.

What was the last band t-shirt you bought? Nirvana.

If someone asked you to go to war today, what would you say? Uh, no???

Are you passionate? I feel like I haven’t been passionate in years. Like, even things I like I don’t get as excited about like I used to. I just feel unmotivated and deflated.

Do you usually get nervous before taking a test? Always. I had major test anxiety.

True or false : Your middle name begins with the letter J False.

Are you more comfortable in public or in your house? Most definitely in my house. This is my safe, comfortable place where I’m not judged. My self-esteem has always been crap, but these past few years it’s been even worse. I’m very self-conscious. I also just don’t like being around a lot of people.

Do you own an old vintage typewriter? No.

Do you hate how dogs bark every time someone comes to your house? No, I want my doggo to do that. She’s not excessive about it, though. And she’s not a little yappy dog that barks when an ant walks by lol. My neighbor’s dogs bark a lot, feels like it goes on forever and it’s annoying.

What's a commercial that you cannot stand? I don’t pay much attention to commercials.

Mountain Dew or Dr. Pepper? Dr. Pepper.

Do you say "mate?" like Hello, mate! No.

What makes you rate a survey? I don’t rate them. I decide if I’m going to take a survey by skimming over the first few questions and seeing if they’re of interest to me and if I’ve already done it before (well, at least to see if I’ve done it recently).

“I can’t explain loneliness”

Do you drink Mountain Dew? I haven’t had it in probably like 10 years. I used to love the red and blue one. Oh, and I liked the AMP energy drinks Mountain Dew used to(?) have.

How many weddings have you been to? Three.

When you smile, are you confident? No.

Have you ever not done something because you were afraid of getting in trouble? Yeah.

Was the weather beautiful today? It’s finally been feeling like fall, which I love.

Do you have to have a fan on when you sleep? Yes. During the hot months I have 3 going at all times in my room. I still have 2 of them going even though I’ve been needing a blanket now. I love it, though. If I turned them off I know I’d get warm again. I’d love to have it be cold and need a blanket year round. Would you rather have an orange, red or gray bedroom? Out of those, I guess gray.

Would you ever dye part of your hair blue? No. I dye my hair red and I just want to keep it that color.

Have you ever gone to a private school? My UC is.

Is Finding Nemo a favorite movie of yours? No, but it’s cute.

Does/Did your school have a uniform? My preschool did. Turn on the TV. What channel are you on? It is on, it’s on MTV.

Does your house have security cameras? Yes.

What's your favorite Another Cinderella Story? The one with Hilary Duff.

Does a popsicle sound good right now? No. I’m not a popsicle kind of gal.

“0 of your friends are online - yup, I feel like a loser.”

Do you drink more water or juice? Definitely water. I don’t like juice, so I never drink it.

Sweater weather or tank top weather? Which do you prefer. Tank top weather all the way, no competition. I hate summer. I also don’t wear tank tops.

Do you always carry a purse with you? Not lately. The other day was the first time I had one, well it was my Baby Yoda mini backpack, in several months.

Do you update your Facebook relationship status when it changes? It’s never changed since making my Facebook in 2008 :X Joseph and I had our thing, but it wasn’t an official relationship. If I were to get in a relationship I wouldn’t rush to make it Facebook official cause who cares, like that wouldn’t be my first thought, but I could decide to change it at some point. Ha, maybe I would do it right away cause it’d be so surprising and shocking that I’d have to share it with everyone lmao.

Have you ever kissed a Zachary? Nope.

Do you hate when people try to embarrass you? Uh, being embarrassed certainly isn’t fun... I wouldn’t want someone to purposely try and embarrass me. Do you like in October when a bunch of haunted places open up? I like October for many Halloween-related reasons, but not for ghost walks or haunted houses - those aren’t really my thing. <<< Same, I don’t do all that.

Did you tell someone you loved them today? No.

Do you watch the show Ghost Adventures? I’ve never heard of it before. I’ve heard of Ghost Hunters - my father enjoys that show. <<< Ha, my dad really likes one of those as well; I forget which one. I’ve never gotten into shows like, though.

When it's dark, do you always tell someone to drive safe? No.

Are you love sick? No.

Do you want your own house someday? My family and I do. We’ve only ever rented.

What color are your curtains in your bedroom? Dark blue.

Are you superstitious? I do the knock on wood thing, but I think it’s just habit now.

Is there a cat in the room you're in right now? No, I don’t have a cat.

“it only takes a second to fall in love”

Have you ever read the book The Guardian by Nicholas Sparks? Nope.

Have your parents ever said you're ruining your life by dating someone? No.

Are you excited for anything? I’m looking forward to starting my Christmas shopping.

True or false : It's past 9:22 PM True, it’s 2:43AM.

Do you hate when artist change their music? No, not necessarily. It can be cool to see them try different genres. Does your house have a doorbell? Yep.

Would you ever name your car? *shrug*

What's worse : Two-faced people or fake people? Isn’t that the same thing?

Are you wearing a necklace? No. I haven’t worn a necklace in years.

Have you ever saved someone's life? No. Do you hate when your makeup smears? I always hated how my eyeliner smudged in the corners. I say “hated”, past tense, because I haven’t worn any makeup at all in like 3 years.

Are you good at giving advice? I think I kinda used to be, but not now. I was the one friends always came to. I used to also participate on teen message boards when I was like 12-14 and tried to offer advice and resources to people when I could. Sometimes I IMed with people who needed advice, too. That’s when I knew I wanted to help people in some way and it was in high school when I discovered what psychology/ a psychologist was. I majored and got my BA in it, too... now it’s just collecting dust and I don’t want to purse it anymore....

Have you gotten into any fights within the past week? No.

How often do you go to the kitchen? I don’t know.... probably like a handful of times.

Are you strong? Nope. Not mentally or emotionally, and certainly not physically.

“bring her back to serendipity”

When you choose your golf ball for put-put, what color do you pick? I’ve never played.

Have you ever ate the tip of a pencil? The eraser. No...

When was the last time you wore earrings? I got cute rose gold Minnie Mouse ones for Christmas last year and wore those for a couple months until they started messing with my ears for some reason. It was weird because it was like they were getting sucked into the hole? I’ve never had that happen.

You can dye your hair red or neon green. You pick? I already dye it red.

How many Juliet's do you know? I don’t know any.

What's your current mood? I don’t feel well.

What time is it? 2:55AM. Do you own any colored pants? No.

What color of eye shadow do you wear? I haven’t worn eyeshadow in several years.

Hamburger or steak? Hamburger, definitely. I don’t like steak.

When was the last time you ran through a sprinkler? Not since I was a kid.

Can you do a cartwheel? No.

Do you believe you have the perfect parents? No one is perfect, but my parents are quite amazing.

Do you own any Converse? I still have one pair. I used to have a few.

How tall are you? 5′4.

“Right now, I just wish you were here.”

Would you ever try a workout video? Or have you? Maybe a fun dance one if it involved a lot of arm movements that I could do. Do you like your ice cream in a cup or cone? It’s gotta be a cup or waffle bowl for me cause I take too long to finish my ice cream and it gets super messy otherwise.

Are fireworks your favorite things ever? I like how pretty they are, but I definitely don’t enjoy the sound that they make. <<< Ugh, saaaame. I hate the sound.

Is your cat orange? As I’ve said, I don’t have a cat.

Is anything in the room your in striped? My Adidas have 3 stripes on both sides.

What song do you hear playing? I’m not listening to music.

Have you ever found a four leaf clover? Yeah. Back in elementary school we used to hunt for ‘em on St. Patrick’s Day.

Do you think you've been in love? I believe so. Twice.

Have you ever read Romeo and Juliet? In the 9th grade, we were required to in English class. <<< Yep.

Were you ever in the plays in school? No.

Whose eyes do you have? Pretty sure they’re my own. Haaaa. My eyes are the same color as my mom’s.

When was the last time you bought a pair of new shoes? I haven’t bought my own in a long time. I often get a new pair for my birthday and/or Christmas from my parents, usually my dad. He’s a total shoe guy, so he likes to buy shoes quite a bit for himself and as gifts for my family and I.

How many gray shirts do you have? I don’t know; a few.

Have you ever cried because you missed someone so much? Yes. Especially after the death of loved ones.

Do you hate waiting for things? I’m very impatient. Waiting makes me nervous and anxious.

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