#my travel anxious ass can't deal with this

[ohbutwheresyourheart]

ughhjdfhghjbjhh I hate relying on other people for transit. especially when there isn't a strict timescale and they aren't giving updates.

[mepuppy]

Let It Ride - Supernatural rewrite

A.N.: I do not own the characters, nor the storylines. I'm simply adding a twist to the episodes. Please feel free to help me out with constructive criticism on the story or the writing. Sorry for the mistakes, not proofread and english is not my first language.

1x01 1x02 1x03

Word Count: 6.9k

1x04 - Phantom Traveler

Dean and y/n are each sleeping in a bed in a motel room the three hunters stopped to rest. The pull-out couch is set as a bed, but is empty. The door opens quietly, but is enough to awaken Dean. Then on the second click, of the door closing, makes y/n open her eyes but she doesn’t move. She was already facing the door and Dean, who who slips his hand under his pillow to grab a weapon. She can see a shadow of a man turning around, holding something. Her eyes meet with Dean’s and he starts to turn around slowly.

“Morning, sunshines” he says when he notices the other two looking at him.

“What time is it?” y/n asks closing her eyes again and placing an arm covering them.

“Uh, it's about five forty-five.” Sam replies.

“In the morning?” Dean asks incredulously while y/n groans and Sam replies with and ‘yup’ sitting on his ‘bed’/pull-out couch. “Where does the day go?” he sits up and stare at Sam “Did you get any sleep last night?”

“Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours.” the younger brother tells him looking at the coffees.

“Liar. 'Cause I was up at three, and you were watching a George Foreman infomercial.” y/n says taking the arm off her eyes and sitting up to.

“Hey, what can I say? It's riveting TV.” he replies cheerfully.

“When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?” Dean asks knitting his eyebrows.

“I don't know, a little while, I guess. It's not a big deal.” he says looking at the older man.

“Yeah, it is.” y/n retorts

“Look, I appreciate your concern…” Sam starts but Dean interrupts.

“Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep our asses alive, so we need you sharp.” he tells Sam, who just shrugs “Seriously, are you still having nightmares about Jess?”

Sam hands a coffee cup to each of the other hunters. “Yeah. But it's not just her. It's everything. I just forgot, you know? This job. Man, it gets to you.” he looks down

“You can't let it.” Dean tells him  “You can't bring it home like that.”

“So, what? All this it… never keeps you up at night?” he asks, y/n lower the cup as she finished a sip and Dean shakes his head. “Never? You're never afraid?” Sam doubts.

“No, not really.” Dean answers.

Y/n reaches under Dean's pillow to pull out a large hunting knife and holds it up as evidence. “Bullshit.”

Dean takes the knife back  “That's not fear. That is precaution.” he explains raising his eyebrows.

“All right, whatever. I'm too tired to argue.” Sam says leaning back on the wall. Dean's phone rings and he answers it.

“Hello?” 

“Dean, it's, uh, it's Jerry Panowski. You, your dad and your sister helped me out a couple years back.” Sam and y/n get closer to hear it through the phone call as a man talks.

“Oh, right, yeah. Up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania, the poltergeist thing.” Dean says

“ It's not back, is it?” she asks concerned.

“No. No. Thank god, no. But it's something else, and...uh, I think it could be a lot worse.” he sounds anxious. 

“What is it?” Dean asks.

“Can we talk in person?” the three hunters look at each other.

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Inside the hangar of the airport. The three follow Jerry, the man from the fone call. “Thanks for making the trip so quick. I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around.” he says sincerely “These two and your dad really helped me out, you know.” he turns to Sam.

“Yeah, they told me. It was a poltergeist?” Sam asks the man.

“Poltergeist? Man, I loved that movie.” Someone passing them says enthusiastically.

“Hey, nobody's talking to you. Keep walking.” Jerry tells them annoyed “Damn right it was a poltergeist, practically tore our house apart.” he returns to Sam “Tell you something, if it wasn't for you two and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive.” Jerry looks to y/n and Dean “Your dad said you were off at college. Is that right?” he looks back to Sam.

“Yeah, I was. I'm…taking some time off.” he replies with a small smile.

“Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell. He talked about you all the time.” Jerry says and Sam looks at him with wide eyes while y/n looks down smiling thinking about her father figure.

“He did?” Sam asks looking at the man.

“Yeah, you bet he did. Oh, hey, you know I tried to get a hold of him, but I couldn't. How's he doing, anyway?” The man ask the three hunters.

“He's, um, wrapped up in a job right now.” Dean replies

“Well, we're missing the old man, but we get Sam. Even trade, huh?” Jerry says playfully, making Dean and y/n laugh.

Sam smiles and replies “No, not by a long shot.”

“I got something I want you guys to hear.” Jerry says as they enter an office and Jerry goes behind the desk grabbing a cd player “Normally I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia flight 2485. It was one of ours.” he says and presses play.

“Mayday! Mayday! Repeat! This is United Britania 2485… immediate instruction help! United Britanis 2485, I copy your message… May be experiencing some mechanical failure…”  There is a loud whooshing sound.

“Took off from here, crashed about two hundred miles south. Now, they're saying mechanical failure. Cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why. Over a hundred people on board. Only seven got out alive. Pilot was one. His name is Chuck Lambert. He's a good friend of mine. Chuck is, uh… well, he's pretty broken up about it. Like it was his fault.” Jerry explains the whole situation

“You don't think it was?” Sam asks, looking at the man. 

“No, I don't.” he replies.

“Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, um, a list of survivors.” y/n counts on her fingers as she starts listing.

“All right.” is all the man says nodding.

“And, uh, any way we can take a look at the wreckage?” Dean questions, hopeful.

“The other stuff is no problem. But the wreckage… fellas, the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way I've got that kind of clearance.” he answers apologetically.

Dean frowns before reassuring the man “No problem.”

They say goodbyes and leave the office and the airport, going straight to a Copy Jack. Dean goes inside. After a while he exits while y/n is laying on the back seat of the Impala and Sam is leaning on the door outside. They enter the car and Dean hands her Homeland Security badge. She grabs it looking it over “Wow, we’re on another level. This looks pretty good. Nice job.”

“Thanks.” he smiles at her smugly “All right, so, what do you got?”

“Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder.” Sam starts

“Yeah?” Dean asks when he pauses.

“Listen.” Sam nods hitting play on the tape recorder, which has been edited to pull out a scratchy voice.

No survivors!

“"No survivors"? What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors.” Dean interjects.

“Got us.” the woman tells him, sitting up.

“So, what are you thinking? A haunted flight?” he asks looking at her.

“There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers.” Sam tells him and Dean just nods agreeing.

“Or remember flight 401?” y/n asks him about a case from their teenagehood.

“Right. The one that crashed, the airline salvaged some of its parts, put it in other planes, then the spirit of the pilot and copilot haunted those flights.” Dean’s memory comes quickly.

“Right.” Sam agrees “So maybe we got a similar deal.”

“All right, so, survivors, which one do you want to talk to first?” Dean looks between the other two.

“Third on the list: Max Jaffey.” y/n shows him a piece of paper with a list of names.

“Why him?” he looks at her frowning.

“Well, for one, he's from around here. And two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did.” she explains tilting her head.

“What makes you say that?” he asks.

“Well, we spoke to his mother. And she told me where to find him.” she motions to Sam with her head. Dean nods looking at Sam, then back to the road and starts the car. Since Sam’s the one on the front seat now he’s the one guiding Dean till they arrive at a psychiatric hospital.  Dean parks and they head inside.

They enter the building and Sam shows a nurse the fake badge asking to speak to Max. She takes them to the courtyard. When they reach Max they introduce themselves. 

They start walking together. “I don't understand. I already spoke with Homeland Security.” Max says looking between them.

“Right. Some new information has come up. So if you could just answer a couple questions…” Y/n starts.

“Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything...unusual?” Sam asks looking at the boy.

“Like what?” he questions confused.

“Strange lights, weird noises, maybe. Voices.” Dean tries to explain to him with some examples. 

“No, nothing.” they get to a table.

“Mr. Joffey…” Dean says but max cuts him as they sit down.

“Jaffey.” he corrects, looking at Dean.

“Jaffey. You checked yourself in here, right?” He asks and Max nods. “Can I ask why?” Sam and y/n sit opposite the two.

“I was a little stressed. I survived a plane crash.” he answers.

“Uh huh. And that's what terrified you? That's what you were afraid of?” Dean inquiries him.

“I… I don't want to talk about this anymore.” the boy tries to brush them off.

“See, I think maybe you did see something up there. We need to know what.”  Dean tries pointing at Sam and y/n with his eyes.

“No. No, I was...delusional. Seeing things.” Max looks down.

“He was seeing things.” Dean looks at Sam and y/n.

“It's okay. Then just tell us what you thought you saw, please.” she looks at the boy with understanding eyes.

“There was… this… man. And, uh, he had these… eyes… these, uh… black eyes. And I saw him… or I thought I saw him…” Max tried to explain it but couldn’t form any sentences.

“What?” she asks again

“He opened the emergency exit. But that's...that's impossible, right? I mean, I looked it up. There's something like two tons of pressure on that door.” Max looks deep in her eyes, she smiles and squeezes his arm trying to reassure him.. 

“Yeah.” Dean looks at both of them and then to her hand on the boy’s arm.

“This man, uh, did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? It would look something like a mirage?” Sam asks and Max turns to look at him quickly.

“What are you, nuts?” he asks frowning. Sam tilts his head. “He was a passenger. He was sitting right in front of me.”

They all nod. “Okay. Thank you for your time and patience. Sorry for any inconvenience.” y/n says getting up. 

“Have a nice day.” Sam tells him and they all leave.

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Dean’s driving the impala, they are going to the house of one of the victims, to talk to their wife. “Hmm. Man, I don't care how strong you are.” he stops talking and follow the directions y/n gave him “Even yoked up on PCP or something, no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight.”

“Not if you're human. But maybe this guy George was something else. Some kind of creature, maybe, in human form.” Sam says.

“So here we are. George Phelps, seat 20C.” y/n tells them when they arrive.

“Does that look like a creature's lair to you?” Dean looks over at Sam. Sam turns to look at the perfectly ordinary house.

They go to the front door and ring the bell. A woman answers the door.

… 

Dean, y/n and Sam sit across from Mrs. Phelps. Sam is looking at a framed photograph.

“This is your late husband?” he asks, putting the photograph down.

“Yes, that was my George.” she looks fondly at the portrait.

“And you said he was a...dentist?” Dean asks her.

She nods “He was headed to a convention in Denver. Do you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to go like that…”the woman chokes on a sob.

“How long were you married?” y/n asks the woman.

“Thirteen years.”

“In all that time, did you ever notice anything...strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?” Sam questions the woman.

“Well...uh, he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean.” she looks at Sam, frowning. The hunters look at each other.

After a few more questions and the goodbyes, as they are leaving Sam states “I mean it goes without saying. It just doesn't make any sense.”

“A middle-aged dentist with an ulcer is not exactly evil personified.” Dean replies annoyed.

“You know what we need to do is get inside that NTSB warehouse, check out the wreckage.” y/n says getting to the impala an opening the door.

“Okay. But if we're gonna go that route, we'd better look the part.” Sam guides Dean until they reach the main street and they find a suit rental shop. They go inside and each picks up a suit in their size.

Walking out of the store Dean starts complaining “Man, I look like one of the Blues Brothers.”

Y/n shakes her head, but before she can say anything Sam starts ”No, you don't. You look more like a… seventh-grader at his first dance.”

Dean looks down at himself. “I hate this thing.”

“Nonsense, you look…” she takes a moment to admire him. Looking up and down. “I think you look nice.” She smiles at him “You both do.” she glances at Sam quickly before entering the front seat of the car.

“Hey. You want into that warehouse or not?” Sam asks once he’s already inside the car but Dean’s still on the sidewalk. The older brother goes to his side, starting the impala and heading to the warehouse.

As they enter the warehouse and show their badges to the security guard, who nods and lets them in. They walk among plane wreckage; Dean pulls out a device and puts earbuds in his ears.

“What is that?” Sam asks, looking at the thing in Dean’s hands.

“It's an EMF meter. Reads electromagnetic frequencies.” y/n answers before Dean can raise his head.

“Yeah, I know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted-up walkman?” Sam keeps frowning looking at y/n who responded.

“'Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade.” Dean grins proudly, turning the device to face Sam.

“Yeah, I can see that.” Sam frowns with a disapproving look on his face. Dean's grin disappears and as he turns to run the EMF meter y/n comes from behind Sam and gives him a smack on the back of his head mouthing a ‘don’t be like that’ to him.

When the device on Dean’s hand goes over a piece of the wreckage with yellow dust on it and gets an audible spike. “Check out the emergency door handle.” he scratches at the yellow dust and gets some on his hand  “What is this stuff?”

“One way to find out.” Sam replies, scraping some of the yellow dust off into a bag.

They start to go back to the front desk, but when they get close to the door they hear the front desk guard  “Homeland Security? What, one team of you guys isn't enough?” 

“What are you talking about?” a distinct, confused voice replies. The trio of hunters understand what’s going on and start running in the opposite direction.

They hide and when the guards pass they peer around a corner and walk out casually. An alarm blares, and they run to the gated exit. Pulling off his suit jacket, Dean throws it over the barbed wire at the top of the fence, and they climb over. On the other side Dean stops to grabs the jacket.

“Well, these monkey suits do come in handy.” Dean states quickly, running afterwards. Sam stares at Dean in disbelief for a second and then follows him. Y/n was already running, slower than usual because of the heels she had t put on. And they head back to meet with Jerry in his office.

Once there Sam hands the mand the little bag with the yellow dust. Jerry goes to  look at the yellow stuff through a microscope; what the microscope sees is replicated on a screen.

“Huh. This stuff is covered in sulfur.” The older man says looking back at the three hunters.

“You're sure?” y/n asks.

“Take a look for yourself.” he says motioning to the microscope when a banging sounds from outside the office followed by someone shouting. “If you fellows will excuse me, I have an idiot to fire.”

As Jerry leaves, Dean goes over and looks into the microscope “Hmm. You know, there's not too many things that leave behind a sulfuric residue.” he says looking up again.

“Demonic possession?” Sam tries.

“It would explain how a mortal man would have the strength to open up an emergency hatch.” y/n looks at the screen that is showing the microscopic sulfur.

“If the guy was possessed, it's possible.” Sam looks at her.

“This goes way beyond floating over a bed or barfing pea soup. I mean it's one thing to possess a person, but to use them to take down an entire airplane?” Dean says shocked.

“You ever heard of something like this before?” Sam asks the two older hunters.

“Never.” Dean tells him while y/n shakes her head.

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The trio is back at the motel in full research mode, with images and articles taped to the walls and strewn across the beds, and Sam is looking at something on the computer. Dean is reading something y/n is showing him on one bed while sitting on the other.

“So, every religion in every world culture has the concept of demons and demonic possession, right? I mean Christian, Native American, Hindu, you name it.” Sam starts

“Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this.” Dean tells him

“Well, that's not exactly true. You see, according to Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made. One causes earthquakes, another causes disease.” he corrects his brother.

“And this one causes plane crashes?” y/n asks getting up and going to Sam

“All right, so, what? We have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?” Dean follows y/n.

“Yeah. You know, who knows how many planes it's brought down before this one?” Sam asks and Dean snorts, turning away “What?”

“I don't know, man. This isn't our normal gig. I mean, demons, they don't want anything, just death and destruction for its own sake. This is big. And I wish Dad was here.” he says turning back to the other two and raises his hand letting them fall again.

“Yeah. I know. Me too” y/n looks at him when his phone rings and he answers it.

“Hello?”

Dean, it's Jerry.

“Oh, hey, Jerry.” at this Sam and y/n go closer to him to hear the conversation.

My pilot friend...Chuck Lambert is dead.

“Wha… Jerry, I'm sorry. What happened?”

He and his buddy went up in a small twin about an hour ago. The plane went down.

“Where'd this happen?”

About sixty miles west of here, near Nazareth.

“I'll try to ignore the irony in that.” he looks up and meet the other two eyes.

I'm sorry?

“Nothing. Jerry, hang in there, all right? We'll catch up with you soon.” Dean hangs up. “Alright. Let's go.”

“Where?” Sam and y/n look at him.

“Nazareth.” he simply replies and gathers his stuff.

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The hunters are back at Jerry’s office while the older man is again looking through a microscope. Y/n and Sam have their heads together looking at a computer screen and talking quietly while Dean is looking at Jerry.

“Sulfur?” Dean asks and Jerry nods. “Well, that's great. All right, that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This demon sounds like it was after him.”

“With all due respect to Chuck, if that's the case, that would be the good news.” Y/n says looking apologetically to Jerry.

“What's the bad news?” Dean frowns.

“Chuck's plane went down exactly forty minutes into flight. And get this, so did flight 2485.” Sam explains looking at Dean. 

“Forty minutes? What does that mean?” Jerry questions.

“It's biblical numerology. You know Noah's ark, it rained for forty days. The number means death.” Dean looks over his shoulder to Jerry.

“I went back, and there have been six plane crashes over the last decade that all went down exactly forty minutes in.” Sam tells Dean.

“Any survivors?” Dean inquiries.

“No. Or not until now, at least, not until flight 2485, for some reason. On the cockpit voice recorder, remember what the EVP Said?” Y/n tells Dean.

"No survivors." He recalls. The oldest hunter pauses for a second “It's going after all the survivors. It's trying to finish the job.”

“Read our minds. So I guess now is trying to figure out which of the survivors are planning on flying any time soon.” She says as they start recollecting themselves to leave. They say goodbye to Jerry and head outside. It’s night out. They go to the impala and get in. 

Dean starts driving. Sam and y/n are making phone calls to all the survivors. 

“Really? Well, thank you for taking our survey, And if you do plan to fly, please don't forget your friends at United Britannia Airlines. Thanks.” Sam hangs up the last phone call they needed to do.

“All right. That takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway. They're not flying anytime soon.” Y/n looks at him.

“So our only wildcard is the flight attendant Amanda Walker.” Dean states taking a quick glance at the paper in y/n’s lap with the names crossed.

“Right. Her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at eight pm. It's her first night back on the job.” Y/n tells him

“That sounds like just our luck.” Dean rolls his eyes.

“Dean, this is a five-hour drive, man, even with you behind the wheel…” Sam starts but Dean interrupts.

“Call Amanda's cellphone again, see if we can't head her off at the pass.” 

“I already left her three voice messages. She must have turned her cellphone off.” Sam tells him looking discouraged  “God, we're never gonna make it.”

“We'll make it.” Dean and y/n say at the same time and look at each other.

The three rush into the airport and check the Departure board. “Right there. They're boarding in thirty minutes.” Sam points at the board.

“Okay. We still have some cards to play. We need to find a phone.” Dean says and goes to a courtesy phone when he spots one picking it up.

Airport Services.

“Hi. Gate thirteen.”

Who are you calling, sir?

“I'm trying to contact an Amanda Walker. She's a flight attendant on flight, um...flight 4-2-4.” Dean says after trying to see the board again and y/n whispers the number to him 

Please hold

“Come on.” After a clicking noise another voice talks through the phone

This is Amanda Walker.

“Miss Walker. Hi, this is Dr. James Hetfield from St. Francis Memorial Hospital. We have a Karen Walker here.”

Karen?

“Nothing serious, just a minor car accident, but she was injured, so…”

Wa—wait, that's impossible. I just got off the phone with her.

Dean pauses. “You what?”

Five minutes ago. She's at her house, cramming for a final. Who is this?

“Uh, well...there must be some mistake.”

And how would you even know I was here?

Sam  goes around Dean to try to hear what's going on.

Is this one of Vince's friends?

“Guilty as charged.” Y/n gets closer too, the three are basically hugging at this point.

Wow. This is unbelievable.

“He's really sorry.”

Well, you tell him to mind his own business and stay out of my life, okay?

“Yes, but… he really needs to see you tonight, so…”

No, I'm sorry. It's too late.

“Don't be like that. Come on. The guy's a mess. Really. It's pathetic.” Y/n rolls her eyes at Dean but stops when Amanda answers.

Really?

“Oh, yeah.” He smirks at her.

Look, I've got to go. Um… tell him to call me when I land.

Amanda hangs up. “No, no. Wait, Amanda. Amanda!” Dean tries one last time.  “Damn it! So close.”

“All right, it's time for plan B. We're getting on that plane.” Sam turns around and heads to the counters.

“Whoa, whoa, now just hold on a second.” Dean says quickly, wide-eyed.

“Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash.” Sam says looking at him.

“I know.” Dean says exasperated.

“Okay. So we're getting on the plane, we need to find that demon and exorcise it. I'll get the tickets. You guys get whatever you can out of the trunk. Whatever that will make it through the security. Meet me back here in five minutes.” Dean just looks at him anxiously.

“Look Dean, me and Sam can go, you can drive to Minneapolis and meet us there, it’s no big deal.” Y/n says, knowing what this is about.

“What? What do you mean? What's wrong?” Sam looks at the woman by his side.

“Well, I kind of have this problem with, uh…” Dean tries but don’t finish the sentence. 

“He doesn’t like flying” she tells Sam.

“You're joking, right?” He looks at his older brother.

“Do I look like I'm joking? It just never came up before. Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?” He tells Sam looking annoyed and anxious.

“Alright, it’s no big deal.” Y/n takes a step forward and grabs Dean’s b the wrists forcing him to look at her “We’ll go. You meet us there at the arrival, okay?” 

But Dean gets even more nervous “What? Are you  nuts? You said it yourself, the plane's gonna crash.”

“I know it’s weird and scary but we can do it together, or me and Sam can do this one by ourselves. I'm not seeing a third option here.” She is worried about her best friend and doesn’t want to force him into anything, but they need to save those people. Innocent people. 

“Come on! Really?” he tries looking past her head at Sam, but he just shrugs his shoulders “Man…” 

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Dean, in the middle seat, is anxiously reading the safety card, with Sam in the aisle and y/n in the window seat looking at his brother.

“Just try to relax.” Sam tells him.

“Just try to shut up.” He answers folding the card again “And quit looking at me, both of you!” The plane takes off and Dean goes to grab the arm rests but grabs y/n hands on one side. He jumps at every rumble and sound making Sam smirk.

When the plane stabilizes Dean leans back, humming to himself. Y/n looks over, he let go of her hand after a while, even though she hadn’t complained. “You're humming Metallica?” She asks incredulously 

“Calms me down.” He opens one eye and answers her.

“Look, cherry pie, I get you're nervous, all right? But you got to stay focused.” She tells him. “I mean, we got thirty-two minutes and counting to track this thing down, or whoever it's possessing, anyway, and perform a full-on exorcism.” She whispers the ending

“Yeah, on a crowded plane. That's gonna be easy.” Dean scoffs.

“ Let’s just take it one step at a time, all right? Now, who is it possessing?” Sam looks at both of them for theories.

“It's usually gonna be somebody with some sort of weakness, you know, a chink in the armor that the demon can worm through. Somebody with an addiction or some sort of emotional distress.” Dean remembers what he already read about the subject.

“Well, this is Amanda's first flight after the crash. If I were her, I'd be pretty messed up.” Sam says tilting his head a little.

When a flight attendant pass past them Sam stops her “Excuse me. Are you Amanda?”

“No, I'm not.” The woman smiles

“Oh, my mistake.” He excuses himself and she nods leaving.

Dean looks to the back of the plane to Amanda. “All right, well, that's got to be Amanda back there, so I'll go talk to her, and, uh, I'll get a read on her mental state.”

“What if she's already possessed?” Y/n questions him

“There's ways to test that.” He gives her a small smile and goes into his bag and comes out with a Virgin Mary-shaped bottle of water. “I brought holy water.”

“No.”  Sam snatches the bottle and tucks it inside his hoodie. “I think we can go more subtle. If she's possessed, she'll flinch at the name of God.”

“Oh. Nice.” He tells Sam and gets up passing Sam.

“Hey.” Y/n calls him

“What?”

“Say it in Latin.” She remembers him

“I know.” He tells her and turns around.

“Hey!” It’s Sam that calls him this time

“What?!” He comes back annoyed

“Uh, in Latin, it's "Christo".” 

“Dude, I know! I'm not an idiot!” He makes his way to the back of the plane. When the plane shakes abruptly, he thumps a seat. Y/n grabs John’s journal from her bag and hands it to Sam, who start flipping through.

“Can I ask you a question?” Sam looks at y/n after a while reading.

“What sort of question is that? Of course you can.” She chuckles at him.

“How come you knew Dean was scared of flying?” He frowns a little.

She lets a small sigh escape “We’ll, I came along when you were five, Dean was nine. He was already taking care of you for so long. I think at some point he started to protect you the way a parent protects a child. Which is more than understandable and what was necessary at the time. But doing that, kind of made him hide some parts of himself, to be brave for you and to make your life…” she tries to find the word “I don’t know, less difficult!?” She chuckles lightly looking at her hands “Anyway, when John brought me to the motel he told Dean you guys needed to protect me, but I didn’t want that… burden on anyone else, I guess. So I did everything in my power to be on the same ‘level’ Dean was. Helping him with the same chores and proving that I could take care of the same things he did.”

She looks back at Sam “And it worked. We were confidants to each other. I would tell him everything that was going through my mind and vice versa. And these weird fears would just come up in the conversation every now and then, I guess.” 

“Wow. I never thought about that.” Sam answers after a couple of seconds.

But before she could reply Dean came back and sat back down. “All right, well, she's got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet.” He says raising his eyebrows.

“You said ‘Christo’?” Y/n asks.

“Yeah.”

“And?” Sam questions this time.

“There's no demon in her. There's no demon getting in her.”

“So, if it's on the plane, it can be anyone. Anywhere.” Sam leans back on his seat.

The plane shakes, again. “Come on! That can't be normal!” Dean complains loudly.

“Hey, hey, it's just a little turbulence.” The woman says holding his arm. 

“Chip, this plane is going to crash, okay? So quit treating me like I'm friggin' four.” He knits his eyebrows at her whispering at her.

“You need to calm down.” She replies looking at Sam, looking for back up.

“Well, I'm sorry I can't.” He contorts

“Yes, you can.” Sam tries helping

“Dude, stow the touchy-feely, self-help yoga crap, it's not helping.” He’s getting more and more anxious.

“Alright listen, if you're panicked, you're wide open to demonic possession, so you need to calm yourself down. Right now.” She holds his face between her palms forcing his eyes on hers and talking more sternly. He takes a long, slow breath.

“Okay. Now, I found an exorcism in here that I think is gonna work. The Rituale Romanum.” Sam gives him the journal already opened on the page.

“What do we have to do?” He asks after a quick glance.

“It's two parts. The first part expels the demon from the victim's body. It makes it manifest, which actually makes it more powerful.” He starts explaining.

“More powerful?” Y/n raises her eyebrows worried.

“Yeah.”

“And why is that a good thing?” Dean asks him

“Well, because the second part sends the bastard back to hell once and for all.” Sam points at the page on Dean’s lap.

“First things first, we got to find it.” Y/n says looking at the brothers.

Dean walks slowly up the aisle with his EMF meter, getting odd looks but no readings. Y/n suddenly claps him on the shoulder, and he jumps.

“Ah! Don't do that.” He tells her and she smiles a little.

“Anything?”

“No, nothing. How much time we got?” He asks taking one earphone out.

“Fifteen minutes. Maybe we missed somebody.” Sam appears behind her.

“Maybe the thing's just not on the plane.” Dean raises his eyebrows.

“You believe that?” She asks him.

“Well, I will if you will.” He tries to pretend to be done with the whole thing. Dean looks down as the EMF meter spikes. The copilot exits the bathroom and heads towards the cockpit.

“What? What is it?” Sam asks over y/n’s shoulder.

Dean whispers “Christo.” The copilot turns slowly to face them, his eyes are black, and then heads into the cockpit. They all look at each other.

The trio heads to the back of the plane towards Amanda.

“She's not gonna believe this.” Y/n says

“Twelve minutes, dude.” Sam tells her.

“Oh, hi. Flight's not too bumpy for you, I hope.” Amanda smiles looking at Dean.

“Actually, that's kind of what we need to talk to you about.” She frowns at him. Sam closes the curtain.

“Um, okay. What can I do for you?” She sounds suspicious. 

“All right, this is gonna sound nuts, but we just don't have time for the whole ‘the truth is out there’ speech right now.” Dean starts “We know you were on flight 2485.” Her smile disappears.

“Who are you guys?” She asks.

“Now, we've spoken to some of the other survivors. We know something brought down that plane and it wasn't a mechanical failure.” Sam tells her trying to sound as honest as possible.

“We need your help because we need to stop it from happening again. Here. Now.” Y/n raises her eyebrows at her.

“I'm sorry, I… I'm very busy. I have to go back…” she tries to brush past Dean and y/n, but they stop her.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? But listen to me, uh… The pilot in 2485, Chuck Lambert. He's dead.” Dean tells her.

“Wait. What? What, Chuck is dead?” 

“He died in a plane crash. Now, that's two plane crashes in two months. That doesn't strike you as strange?” Y/n continues Dean’s trail of thought  

“Look, there was something wrong with 2485. Now maybe you sensed it, maybe you didn't. But there's something wrong with this flight, too.” Dean keeps going.

“Amanda, you have to believe us.” Sam begs

“On… on 2485, there was this man. He… had these eyes.” She tries to put it into words.

“Yes. That's exactly what we're talking about.” Y/n exclaims relieved

“I don't understand, what are you asking me to do?” She looks between all the three hunters.

“Okay. The copilot, we need you to bring him back here.” Dean tells her.

“Why? What does he have to do with anything?” She looks exasperated.

“Don't have time to explain. We just need to talk to him. Okay?” Dean tries again:

“How am I supposed to go in the cockpit and get the copilot…”

“Do whatever it takes. Tell him there's something broken back here, whatever will get him out of that cockpit.” Sam interrupts her.

“Do you know that I could lose my job if you…” she tries again but y/n cuts her off this time.

“Okay, well you're gonna lose a lot more if you don't help us out.”

The flight attendant  hesitates. “Okay.” She leaves and goes to the cockpit. Knocking on the door and saying something inaudible to the copilot, who follows her back. Sam pulls out the holy water and the journal handing the latter to y/n, who opens it.

“Yeah, what's the problem?” The copilot asks as soon as he passes the curtain and Dean punches him in the face, knocking him down. He pins him down and puts duct tape over his mouth.

“Wait. What are you doing? You said you were just gonna talk to him.” The flight attendant asks panicked.

“We are gonna talk to him.” Dean says as Sam splashes holy water on his skin, which sizzles.

“Oh, my god. What's wrong with him?” Amanda starts to freak out.

“Look. We need you calm. We need you outside the curtain.” Y/n tells her while the other two try to contain the copilot.

“Well, I don't underst… I don't know…” she tries but can’t organize a sentence.

“Don't let anybody in, okay? Can you do that? Can you do that? Amanda?” She asks and Amanda nods leaving.

“Hurry up, y/n. I don't know how much longer I can hold him.” Dean speaks quickly

“Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino…” she starts reading the exorcism.

The demon breaks free briefly and hits them both until Dean manages to subdue him again. Y/n keeps going. The demon knocks Dean off again and pulls the tape off his mouth. He grabs Sam by the collar and he hits the Journal, making it fly through the air. 

“I know what happened to your girlfriend! She must have died screaming! Even now, she's burning!” He tells looking Adam in the eye.

Dean recovers and hits the demon as y/n recovers the journal and tries to find the page and Sam sits there, stunned.

“Sam!” Dean calls him. Sam recovers and begins restraining again. 

“I got him.” Sam says and the demon exits the copilot’s body and disappears into a vent. 

“Where did it go?” Y/n looks up and asks.

“It's in the plane. Hurry up. We got to finish it.” Dean yells. The plane suddenly dips and heaves violently. Y/n struggles to retrieve the book  that fell again as Dean splays himself against the exit door, screaming, Sam holds himself down. She manages to grab the book and reads the rest of the exorcism. A bright electrical charge runs through the entire plane, which then levels out. Dean comes out from behind the curtain with Sam and y/n.

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The passengers from the flight are disembarking to an area milling with uniformed agents (PARAMEDIC, FBI, FAA, etc). The copilot is seated in a wheelchair with a blanket wrapped around him, being questioned by an FAA agent and Amnda is being questioned by another agent when she spots the hunters mouthing a’ thank you’ at them. They nod smiling. 

“Let's get out of here.” Dean says and they head for the exit. 

“You two okay?” Y/n asks them. Dean nods but Sam stops and turns.

“Dean, it knew about Jessica.” He says.

“Sam, these things, they, they read minds. They lie. All right? That's all it was.” Dean tries to calm his brother.

“Yeah.”

“Come on.” Dean calls them.

When they encounter Jerry again he’s shaking their hands “Nobody knows what you guys did, but I do. A lot of people could have been killed.” He smiles “Your dad's gonna be real proud.”

“We'll see you around, Jerry.” Y/n tells the man and they head out, but Dean stops and turn around.

“You know, Jerry.” He looks at the man “I meant to ask you, how did you get my cellphone number, anyway? I've only had it for like six months.”

“Your dad gave it to me.” Jerry explains and the three jaws facing him drop.

“What?” Sam inquires

“When did you talk to him?” Dean’s turn.

“I mean, I didn't exactly talk to him, but I called his number. His voice message said to give you a call. Thanks again, guys.” He explains himself and leaves.

“This doesn't make any sense, man. I've called Dad's number like fifty times. It's been out of service.” Sam tells the other two Dean dials a number. As the voice message begins, he turns it so they can hear too.

This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean. 785-555-0179. He can help.

Sam fumes and gets in the car. Dean and y/n follow, wondering.

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[the-redhead-in-a-dress]

So apparently making PikeUna lists is kind of my thing now...

Missing PikeUna or Pike & Una scenes I really wanted to see in SNW:

(Some of which I think have been really well covered in fanfics already)

Talking about La'an! Pike and Una are close, but she'd never mentioned La'an before she boarded the Enterprise, there's no way Pike doesn't beg Una for all of the gossip, or at least tips on how to approach and befriend this new Security Officer.

Honest conversation about Pike leaving Enterprise & Una following Discovery. After having spent much of that career together, that potentially could have been hurtful, especially as Chris didn't want to ever come back, and contemplated not doing so even when hearing she was missing. And even if it didn't hurt her, I think they need to talk about Pike's head space now he's back (even leaving the whole Boreth and the future thing aside). Make this either take place in sickbay (Una's leg was broken!) or after she's released, but I think having it in sickbay and MBenga being vaguely around, getting to see the two of them and their friendship for the first time would be good.

Talking about Una's revelation that she's Illyrian - We got a cute scene where Pike vehemently rejects her resignation and that heartbreaking moment at the end when Una questions whether Pike would have acted differently if she hadn't saved the ship. YET they don't talk about it!!!!!! That's a big deal, a massive secret that she's hid from him from decades. Chris must have so many questions, his head must he swirling. Una is anxious Chris only likes her still because she saved people. There are some big feelings that need sorting out, I can see them both being anxious about bringing it up, but there should have been a scene where they finally talk about it at some point in season 1. Maybe whilst doing the washing up one night it just comes flooding out.

Pike going to see Una after she almost died and had to be stitched up - A mix of fear that she almost died & anger that she could be so stupid & not seek medical attention earlier. I'd have liked to have this scene either take place in sickbay, or Una coming to the Captain's quarters (without approval to leave sickbay) still hurt but knowing that Pike needs somebody given that members of their crew died. A scene, to show their vulnerability with one another and that they have each other's backs.

Una and Pike trading stories after Spock Amok - Preferably a late night drinking scene, or she swings by for a late night snack in his kitchen. They're both in pajamas eating Brie and drinking wine, leaning against the counter. Pike bumping her arm that got shot with the phaser and Una wincing. She ends up revealing that she and La'an participated in Enterprise Bingo. Pike says he's proud of her and La'an for having some fun.

A fun scene between Neera, Una and Pike just after the trial- Something lighthearted to juxtapose the tension of the courtroom. Neera raises an eyerbow at Una 'seriously this guy?!! Have you seen his hair?!" Pike blushes, Una rolls her eyes. Pike is sheepish when he realises that after forcing Neera to travel across the galaxy to defend Una that he doesn't have anyway to return her to Illyria (it's not like the admirals are gonna let The Enterprise take a detour to that Non Federation colony right now). Neera commenting that unlike Una, his dimples don't work on her when he tries to apologize. Neera shakes her head and says she's already got a lift.

Una's return after the trial, Pike recounting all that she missed - Explaining all the stuff he did (abandon Enterprise against Star Fleet's orders, commandeer a spacecraft, go to Illyria, almost asphyxiate, find Una's old friend and the best civil rights lawyer and haul her ass to Earth...all to save his friend and keep Una in Star Fleet. Una yelling at him that he's so stupid to have risked his entire career, everything he'd ever worked for, for just her. Chris telling her quite frankly he can't do this without her, that he wasn't just going to abandon a friend he's had for decades. If they hadn't talked about her being Illyrian already this scene would be even more important. ALL the feelings need to come out here. It's raw, it's vulnerable, they're both crying, there's another hug.

Pike explaining the Illyrians' origin secrets that Spock and he found out (see The Illyrian Enigma comic) - I know he promised the Illyrians he wouldn't reveal it, but I figure Una is fair game, it is her heritage after all. Now that Pike has interacted with more Illyrians, and now know's a major historical secret, this would be an opportunity for Una to share some of her more personal experiences as an Illyrian (maybe). Now that she doesn't have to hide. Una is shocked that Pike reveals there may be other Illyrians in Star Fleet, he asks her what she wants to do. Una tells him she just wants to go back and do her job...but there's tension as she's torn between being selfish (focusing on protecting herself and her career) and helping others out there.

Debrief after Subspace Rhapsody - There's no way Una does not tease Chris mercilessly for lying to his girlfriend and being outed about it in song IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE bridge. On a serious note, I think Chris would also want to talk about Una's song 'Keeping Secrets' and what that meant. I think he'd be hurt by the lyrics of her song, that she always felt alone when he was right by her side through their careers. They'd have to have a tough conversation about the fact that Una had to hide, and she felt she had to to protect him, but also the joy now that she doesn't have to anymore. Something to talk about how things have changed now, and that she's figuring who she is now she doesn't have to hide.

Drinks after Boimler and Mariner go back to the future - Oh what a day. Like I know the episode ends with all the Enterprise crew drinking in Pike's quarters. But like, it would be cute to have a scene with Una giving Pike a birthday present and them talking about how they're actually feeling given events of the day. Like Una has to work through feelings that she's suddenly a Star Fleet pinup in the future even though right now a lot of people in the Fleet hate her. She'll joke about them being ahead of the times in celebrating a holiday (his birthday) 200 years before its cool and Chris would look sad. They'll talk about his future, but also what he wants his legacy to be.

I have more but this is already super super long....

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Enchanted to meet you - Part 2

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Spanish f!reader Contents: slow burn, a bit of strong language/swearing, mentions of alcohol and drunk behaviour, implied sexual ambiance/tension but not actual smut. Word count: 3,1k A/N: I had some issues with my acc, which got deleted (and all of my posts/likes/etc🥲) but I'm back! anyways, here is the second part to the story! hope you like it :) Taglist: @canpillowscry @lxdyred (thank you so much for reading! <3) Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

You sighed while picking up your things from your work table and started heading to the elevator.

“Nora, it's not like that. I think you're taking it a little out of context.”

“What?! You're telling me that somehow befriending Pedro fucking Pascal isn't that big of a deal to you? Is that what it is? What the hell has New York done to you?”

“I'm not saying that! It's just- I don't think I am his public friend anyway.” You sighed again. “He's a celebrity, and I'm just a regular girl. Hell, I'm sure he sees me as his kid. He actually calls me kid, Nora. And I just happen to have the biggest crush on this man! Do you know how embarrassing that is?”

“Well, you got me there. But what if he's faking it and he likes you too? You may have a chance. You can still manifest your way into this man's ass anyway.”

You snorted loudly, and some people on the hall gave you a weird look.

“You always know how to cheer me up, that is a fact.”

“And I'm also the funniest, best sibling you ever had” she said laughing too.

“You are literally my only sibling, Nora. You're my rant dump. The best racoon, maybe. I could give you that title.”

“Are you kidding me? You know I love racoons. They're my favorite beings. And they are so funny too. I actually feel weirdly honored.”

It had been a little more than four months since you met Pedro, and the two of you had been getting closer. In the first month of knowing each other, much to your surprise, he gave you his personal number, and since then you started exchanging text messages almost constantly. Especially since you didn't saw each other again apart from a couple times at the beginning of your friendship, because he had a lot of work and had to travel back and forth. Schedules are real shitty sometimes, more since yours both didn't exactly coincide.

The elevator made a small sound and the doors opened.

“You know that I-”

Your face fell and you froze as you saw the secretary speaking with someone that looked an awful lot like Pedro. You instinctively hid behind a wall on a random hallway.

“y/n? You alright?”

“He's here.”

“What? Who are you-”

“He is here. At my work! What is he doing here?” you whisper-shouted while cautiously looking at him again. There was a brief silence on the other line.

“You mean to tell me that Pedro showed up at your work? Out of the blue?”

“Yes! He was supposed to be in Canada for some filming or some shit! Oh my god, what do I do?”

“Eres tonta?” Nora said. “Go talk to him like a normal person, estúpida! I bet you're hiding somewhere now.” (Are you dumb?)

You straightened and looked around as if you could see your sister looking at you.

“I fucking knew it” she said, and you heard her laughing on the other line.

“Shut up! You know this kind of things make me anxious. What do I do now? I look like shit, Nora.” You looked at your reflection on a nearby sign and started to fix your hair a little. “What is he even doing here? Why not tell me he was coming?”

“It's something called a surprise, y/n. You show up uninvited.”

“Ha-ha” you mockingly laughed. “What should I tell him? How do I react? I don't want him thinking I'm a big weirdo by making things awkward or something.”

“Just talk to him, for starters!” she scolded you.

“About what?! Hey, funny seeing you here, do you want to hang out? No! I don't think we can be seen in public without him being recognized, and less with me. Go somewhere closed? Same thing. And I can't take him to my shitty house, that place is a fucking dump and you know it.”

“Okay, okay. Breathe, y/n. Please.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, then exhaled it. “Good. Now, maybe he just wanted to say hello, and go about his day. You're getting a bit ahead of yourself.”

“I know, I know. Okay, I'll just... Casually go out. I guess?”

“Good. And keep me updated right away or I'll call the cops.”

You laughed while shaking your head. Oh how you loved her.

“Thank you. Talk later. Bye!”

“Bye, you dumbass” she said, and hung up before you could say anything else.

You looked into your reflection again, and went to the exit as if you didn't see him in the first place. Only when you got out, he wasn't there anymore. You frowned. Maybe I just imagined it? You shook your head, and went to the door, when the secretary called your name.

“y/n! Here, Ashley told me to give you these reports for Monday. Oh, and by the way, there is someone waiting for you over there” he said, pointing towards the small book aisle that was on the waiting room.

You then saw him standing there in between shelves, looking through some books. You couldn't help a small smile from appearing in your lips.

“Thanks, Carter. See you next week” you said, waving at him while you walked to Pedro. You stood behind him, and he was so concentrated on the books that he didn't hear you approaching.

“Hm, Cien años de soledad, good book.”

He instantly whipped his head to your direction, a little startled, but when he saw your face he smiled widely.

“Hey!” he said, and grabbed you by your shoulders to give you a brief side hug.

“Hello. What are you doing here? I though you worked.”

“Yeah well, we finished a bit earlier than expected and I don't have to go back until Tuesday, so I wanted to surprise you. I hope that's okay.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sure. I just- I don't know if you wanted to...” be seen with me? “Anyways, fancy a drink? I sure as hell could use one. Or two”

“Oh, hell yes” he groaned.

“Good, because I know a good Irish pub just in this street.”

“Después de tí, señorita. You lead the way” he said while bowing slightly. (After you, young lady.)

After a bit of small talk and a 5 minute walk, you two walked into McCarthy's, your favourite pub ever. You had gone a couple of times with Ana and some friends there. Had a whole lot of good alcohol too.

You sat on a table that was a bit hidden from the rest, and you thanked Marcus for that. The kind bartender had been your friend since you started being a regular here. You two even dated for a while back then, but in the end you both preferred to stay as friends. Also, the amount of times he had to drive you home drunk was a bit embarassing.

After what seemed to be the shortest time of laughing and drinking, Marcus approached your table.

“Hey lass, we're closing. You need a ride?” he asked while putting a cloth on his shoulder.

“Already? Thanks for telling me, Marcus” you said, words a bit slurred, clearly a bit drunk. “Don't worry, I can walk home”

“You sure? I don't mind driving you, you already know that.”

“Yeah I'll-”

“I'll go with her.”

You two turned to look at Pedro, who had been awfully quiet during your coversation. Marcus stared at him for a little while, and then at you.

“Wolf?”

“Rabbit. Soft, white rabbit” you answered laughing, remembering the code names you made back then. He wanted to know if he was bothering you or if you were okay with that. He was such a caring friend. Pedro just looked at you two back and forth, without understanding. He didn't know why that interaction bothered him, but it did.

“Alright, then I'll have to ask you to leave like the rest so I can close up for the night.”

You two picked up your things, and on the way out, Pedro got ahead of you to open the door. You stopped briefly to say goodbye to Marcus before leaving.

“Always nice seeing you ‘round here, lass. Take care, please” he said.

“Thanks, Marc” you said, bringing him closer to give him a hug. After that, you kissed his cheek, and left off to the door. You didn't notice, but Pedro was clenching his jaw for the whole time, for a reason unknown to him too.

After a small silent walk, you went to reach for your phone, and in the process you realized your keys where missing.

“Shit. Please, no, no, no...” you muttered while frantically searching your bag.

“What happened?” Pedro asked, a little worried. “You alright?”

You sighed, defeated.

“I left my keys at work. And they are obviously more than closed right now. And until Monday” you said, groaning loudly. “Joder! I will have to call a locksmith, and then make copies of keys... Shit, this month is going to suck so fucking bad.” (Fuck!)

“You could stay at my place.” The words left Pedro's mouth before he could stop them, and he panicked for a second. You froze too, feeling your already alcohol-warm cheeks heating up. Did he just say that? You raised your eyes to meet his.

“Are- Are you sure? I don't want to disturb you.”

“C’mon, kid. I have some free days and an empty home. Besides, we could continue the party there if you're up for it.”

“Oh, like you could handle it?” you said, challenging.

“I know damn well I can” he answered, now widely smiling.

“¿Me estás retando?” you asked. (Are you challenging me?)

“Oh, sí.” (Oh, yes.)

“Then it's on.”

When you arrived there, you started drinking basically a bit of everyhthing on Pedro's shelves, and it ended with the two of you being very drunk. You had drank quite a lot more, never backing up on the challenge, even when he told you that you had already won, while trying not to piss his pants because you had slipped and fell to the floor.

“I know I won! I always do” you said, laughing as you got up.

“Okay, kid, you win. Now let's get you to bed” he said while still laughing, also visibly drunk. He took your hand to lead you, and you felt sparks just from that touch. “It's one of my guest rooms, so you don't have to worry about anything. You have spare chargers on the drawer by the bed, and in the bathroom are also spare hygiene things if you need them.”

“Y’have any clothes?”

“Ah, yes. Wait a moment” he said, and stumbled a bit to his room next door. Meanwhile you tried to take your shoes and pants off on your own, but given that you were heavily drunk, it was quite a challenge. Pedro arrived short after with a shirt and some plaid pajama bottoms.

“Here” he said, leaving the clothes beside you in bed. You then tried to take off your sweater, but it got stuck on your head. You heard Pedro laughing, but he helped you get out of it. He folded it the best he could, and went to leave it on the chair beside the bed. “I'll leave this here for-”

He turned around, but you were right behind him. So close. Only in your underwear. His laugh faltered, and he shallowed hard, feeling his head spin.

“Pedro” you whimpered, while tugging at his shirt. He could feel his heart thundering in his ears. He knew he was attracted to you, but you never gave him any clue that it was reciprocal.

He saw you moving your lips, saying something, but the loud sound of his own beating heart didn't let him hear what you said. You tugged again at his shirt. He instinctively started to take his shirt off. Was this happening? Was this really going to happen?

Without breaking eye contact, you took the shirt, and reached for the clasp of your bra. He closed his eyes and shallowed again. Okay, Pedro, calm down. Blindly and not wanting to intrude you, he took off his jeans. He then felt you taking his hand and leading him to bed. When his leg touched the matress, he opened his eyes and found you looking back at him, but you were wearing his shirt on. Wait-

You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him towards you, collapsing on the bed. Pedro tried to avoid falling with his full weight on you, but you were hanging off of him for dear life.

“Warm” you whispered sleepily, clutching his head onto your chest. He radiated a lot of heat, and you found that very comforting. That's why you asked him for the shirt he was wearing. Now you were using him as your personal heater.

“Wait, y/n- I think I-”

You shushed him, and when he realized what was going on, he let out a small laugh. Without getting out of your grasp, he took the duvet and covered you two with it. Then, he accomodated himself on top of you, since you didn't seem to be letting him go anytime soon. You were also warm, and within a few minutes, he fell asleep too.

You woke up some hours later, with a dry mouth and a proper headache. You also felt your chest heavier than usual, so you opened your eyes briefly, and saw Pedro laying on your chest. Ah, it's just him.

Wait.

You opened your eyes abruptly this time, looking at him again. He had his arms around your waist, and you had yours in his hair. You the realized that you had only his yesterday's shirt on, and with one brief look below the covers, you saw that he was practically naked too. You frantically tried to remember last night's events, but you only remembered getting into his house. Then, all blank. Oh no, what the hell did I do?! Did you just ruin the brief but amazing friendship you had? Did you two had sex?

You then started making your way out of the bed, trying not to wake Pedro. You picked up your phone and made your way into the kitchen. Your body was sore as hell. While you poured a big water glass on the sink, you dialed Nora's number. She picked up at the fourth tone.

“Hello?”

“La he cagado. Monumentalmente.” (I fucked up. Tremedously.)

“¿Qué has hecho? ¿Estás bien?” she asked, sounding a bit worried. (What did you do? Are you okay?)

“I think I had sex with Pedro.”

There was a small silence. “What do you mean 'you think'? Did you or not?”

“I don't remember, Nora! I just- We drank a lot yesterday, and I woke up with only his shirt, on my underwear, and him practically naked too! I am freaking out!” you whisper-screamed while running your hand over your hair.

“Oh shit” she laughed. “You two had sex!”

“Don't laugh! I don't know what to do, he is-”

You felt two hands snake around your waist, and a raspy voice say good morning, beautiful into your neck. You froze, and ended the call.

“Hi” you said in a whisper.

“Did you have a good sleep?”

“Y-yeah... You?”

“Definitely. After last night's, I slept like a baby.”

You shallowed. Oh no. So you two really had sex. Sounded like very good sex. And you didn't remember! Fuck. The universe was taunting you.

What you didn't know was that Pedro woke up as soon as you left the room, following you to the kitched without you noticing. And, of course, heard the whole conversation. He then had the wickedest idea, and wanted to test you on how far you'd go without telling him what you really thought.

“What do you say? Do you wanna go again? Or are you too sore? I hope I wasn't too harsh on you.”

“No, I'm...” he kissed the back of your neck, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. “I'm fine”

“Good, then...”

He turned you around and lifted you by your thighs, forcing you to cling your arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist. You let out a small yelp, and buried your head in his neck as he carried you into the bedroom again. Your heart was beating very fast, and you thought it was going to pop out any moment now.

He laid you down on the bed, and trying to contain the laughter, he lowered his forehead to touch yours.

“Are you sure you're okay? You're a little tense.”

“Yes” you answered, a little too fast. It took everything in him not to burst laughing, and he tried to cover it by leaving small pecks on your neck. You sighed at the feeling, but tensed up again when he started lowering his mouth. One of his hands started to lift your shirt over your hips when you couldn't take it anymore.

“Stop! Stop please. I can't do it” you said, pushing him and getting off the bed.

“What? You can't do what?” he said, trying not to break character.

“I just- I cannot pretend anymore. I'm sorry if something happened, but I don't remember shit about yesterday and I'm proper freaking out right now. I don't want to ruin our friendship based on some drunk decision, and-”

You stopped talking when he suddenly burst out laughing. You looked at him in confusion.

“What? What's so funny?”

“y/n... Your- Your face-” he said, wheezing.

“Stop fucking laughing! I'm serious.”

“Nothing happened, love. I was just messing with you. I wanted to see how far you'd go.”

“Wha- But you were... I-I am... And you said...”

“I know what I said” he answered, wiping his tears. “I heard you on the phone”

You felt your cheeks burn.

“All of it?”

“All of it.”

“And you were going to let me do this, you fucking asshole?” you said, hitting him with a pillow.

“Ow! You think I'd let you? That hurts my feelings” he said, while fake pouting.

“Oh, I'm going to hurt you, Pedro. Te voy a matar!” (I'm going to kill you!)

You started hitting him repeatedly with said pillow, until both of you were laughing and panting on the bed.

After that, the bond between you two grew stronger, now going from friends who only texted to best friends who chatted, video called and saw each other at any chance they had. You had no idea how everything in your life was going to change.

[annafall]

rpg horror story time lets go

played Pathfinder early this year with three friends (one of them the GM) and one person who was friends with one of the other three. extinction curse, were part of a traveling circus i fucking loved the premise, fucking adored the characters

we do our session zero, we discuss lines and veils, make bonds between the characters, decide that we don't want characters to die for no reason and that it has to be negotiated, you know the drill

first session hits and everything is fun and exciting, were doing our first circus act already, we tangle with a group of ruffians trying to heckle our show, my character accidentally cuts someone a little but it's fine, we can deal with the problems that result from this as they come up

or so i thought. cue: friend of a friend, i'll call them XYZ problem is, they had a bad experience with pathfinder in the past that apparently scarred them the only other person who knew this was their friend, who also didn't tell us

XYZ gets upset because they didnt get to prevent a bad roll. we end up spending 40(!!) minutes on calming them down and the gm basically lets them roll over and over until they succeed at whatever the thing was

the next week we dont play. XYZ has an appointment and tells us like an hour-ish prior to the session happening that we can't play. alright then, shit ettiquette but it's whatevs GM tells me they're glad the session isn't happening because they're anxious about the game

next game we only play an hour and a half, and nothing happens on account on 90 minutes being very little time for an rpg session

game #3, player tells me theyre trying to give XYZ the spotlight so they don't get frustrated i get a total of 6 sentences during that 3 hour session and completely dissociate out of the game say nothing about it, but im legitimately thinking about quitting at that point

next game is short again, 60 minutes, and nothing happens

final session, session 5. we continue to investigate the death of our circus director, search his wagon for stuff, other player looks elsewhere and gets attacked by these snake enemies combat starts in an awkward spot because the single player gets punted pretty bad before they manage to run towards us we engage in combat and the snakes roll really well (this was in Foundry, so it wasnt fudged in the monsters' favour) and it's looking like they might whoop our asses we start to talk about how we'll just have the snakes leave again, because we agreed that deaths should have meaning in the story XYZ is starting to lose it already and starts to rant about pathfinder we talk about how we can just level up a bit earlier to try and prevent a situation like this from happening again shit happens right? it's low-level pathfinder, the game is deadlier at early levels

doesn't help XYZ is now in full-on meltdown about the wipe a thing that shouldn't be a big deal, but somehow is. the game is a trainwreck at this point

i try to save it for some reason and in an attempt to lighten the mood, i make a funny remark directed at the GM what is XYZ's reaction?

"fuck you anna fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck you go fuck yourself fuck you anna fuck you"

this should have been me leaving right then and there, blocking this person and never talking to them again instead, i stupidly suggest we play a round of quiplash, so not everybody goes out of the session pissed and frustrated, and we play a round or maybe two im losing badly. my sense of humor is one of the things im proud of and im losing badly. last place at the end of it, i think i won one round total throughout the quiplash thing, XYZ is winning. and theyre fucking gloating theyre meanspirited, the entire thing just feels like youre watching someone else rant about foreigners or something like that we finish playing and i leave the vc and go to bed i feel horrible, this was easily the worst session in my life

the next week i cancel the session

the week after i ask another player to please make up an excuse to cancel, afterwards im in croatia for the weekend and we skip that week too

in that time, its become obvious, this group doesnt work out. the gm doesnt wanna run anymore, citing their anxiety and the general poor mood about the game the other player is venting and ranting about XYZ regularly now. not just about the game, but basically anytime when XYZ starts to act up again and can't communicate like a fucking adult (and for the record, other player, i never minded that. youre awesome and i felt just as much frustration at this bullshit as you did and still do)

we need to address it somehow, so i take the initiative (the way i usually do)

XYZ is uncommunicative in general and everything you say just upsets them, so theres no good way to go about it. try to be nice, they hit you with the "nobody wants me 😥", try to be as objective as possible they yell at you

me and the rest of the players decide that we don't want to play with this person anymore and we go to tell them

guess who the asshole is in this situation?

correct, it's meeee me of course! forever and ever

theres a lot of hubbub about it, how it's unfair, how the decision for this person to no longer be part of the group was made FOR them, a lot of resentment, another person who had only surface info chimes in about two weeks later to talk about how we should have tried once more

i understand why XYZ was frustrated, dont get me wrong. they thought we were friends (however one might think that when all our interactions were just them sending me "…" or "flops" or an emoji at 3am because they cant sleep) and then we just kicked them out

but frankly, i was putting up with so much bullshit from someone im not even friends with being told to fuck myself because i DARED to not prioritise their freakout in the moment

and because i was the one who ultimately brought it up, im the evil asshole until the end of time

storytime over

[babybluebanshee]

Stuff I've had to deal with as a city librarian - Halloween Spooktacular

Hello again boils, ghouls, and nonbinary werewolves! Your old buddy Blue has a backlog of whack-ass stories from her travels as a humble library clerk, so here's a big post fulla laughs, drama, and maybe a few bodily fluids tossed in for flair.

Seriously though, tw for bodily fluids, bugs, and PTSD

*A woman came up to the front desk and asked if we had a quiet area where she could make a zoom call and not disturb anyone. No prob, have people asking that all the time. The study rooms were all full, so she was pointed in the direction of the cafe. A few minutes go by, and suddenly everyone at the desk and the page in the shelves beyond it hears loud ass shouting coming from the cafe. Julie heads down to inspect, hoping it's not a fight she has to break up. Nope, as it turns out, the lady on the zoom call is leading an exercise class. She has a mat and everything, and was leading her class in aerobics when Julie got down there. We quickly moved her to a more out-of-the-way conference room.

*A children's board book was return to us with a bite taken out of it. The area was still wet. We do not know if it was child or beast that took the bite. We had to throw it away regardless.

*We had to bake almost all our DVD cases because we found two with bed bug eggs in them.

*A woman printed out some color pictures and asked if I could check to make sure they came out. I picked up the stack and the first one on top was of an angry-looking woman with her tits out. My surprise must have been pretty evident because the woman I was helping immediately turned red and told me they were for a court case.

*Like everywhere else in this god-forsaken country, homeschooling has been on the rise in these parts. As such, we get parents all the time coming in with printed copies of the curriculum they chose and asking if we have the books recommended by them. Whatever we don't have, we can usually get through inter library loan, but the catch with that is you can only have five going at a time. One day, we had a mother come in with a list of three hundred books her curriculum recommended, and she had us check out catalogue for all of them. Branson started helping her, but her shift ended in the middle of it, so I had to do the rest. It took forever, and we ended up only having about fifty of them because I guess this homeschooling curriculum hasn't been updated since the mid-2000s. To her credit, the mother was very exasperated with homeschooling in general and knows that her daughter doesn't want to do it anymore. Her husband is adamant that their kid not go to public school, however. I fought every urge to say that was fine for him to say when he clearly wasn't doing a goddamn thing to help her.

*There's a patron that comes in whom we know nothing about except that he's had multiple heart attacks and has massive anxiety about potentially having another. We know this because he tells us every time the library gets too loud for him, because he believes the noise will somehow "trigger" another heart attack. Normally, we would have no problem with that; heart attacks are scary, he has every right to be anxious about it and request quiet spots to hang out. However, the problem is that he takes it upon himself to police other patrons in the library who he thinks are being too loud near him. Some children were nearby, working on a puzzle and started getting a little rambunctious, and the dude yelled at the top of his voice for them to shut up and get away from him. We had to speak louder for a patron who was hard of hearing, and the death glare he gave us was chilling. He snaps at anyone who forgets to shut the sound off on their phone. The director finally had to tell him he can't harass patrons and to tell us if he has a problem with someone's volume. He's been better behaved since then, but any time we see him, we're instantly worried he's gonna flip out again.

*A little boy in a wheelchair came in with his family, and my god, that kid could zip around fast. His mom mentioned that she forgot to grab a book for his sister, so he rolled into the kid's area to grab it for her. He was back faster than a patron who could just walk in. And you could tell he was very proud of that fact.

*Shae gave me a Sylveon card about a year ago, and I wear it laminated on my lanyard (because I was originally gonna hang it from my rearview mirror but forgot). It's always a big hit with kids. One little girl, however, liked it so much she asked if she could have it. I chuckled and told her sorry, it was a gift from a friend. She merely replied, "no, I want it" and started making a grab for it. Luckily, she was on the other side of the counter and couldn't reach it, but it was still weird. Especially because her mother was right there and made no move to stop or reprimand her.

*My coworker Branson had to clean...something off the bathroom floor one night. She's adamant it wasn't poop, but also said it was so dried out she had to use a putty knife to scrape it off. Our best guess is vomit.

*I was working on a display at the desk and a little black girl came up to watch me work. We chatted for a little, her asking me all the usual little kid questions. Eventually, she asked me if I had kids. I said no, I liked being an auntie better. Plus, I wasn't married, so I couldn't have kids. She thought for a moment, then said "why don't you just buy one?" Branson was nearby and I heard her choke on a laugh. I was pretty close to losing it myself, and said, "I don't think it's very nice to buy a person." Luckily, her dad came up and they left shortly after, so Branson and I could finally laugh about it.

*A patron and his family got taken to court for not returning almost $200 worth of books and DVDS, after ignoring the four warnings we give people before we actually take that step (because at that point you're actively stealing city property). The patron was ordered by a judge to either bring the items to court or pay to replace them, so he brought them to the courthouse. The clerk was going to take them and the whole thing would have been over and done...except he wouldn't give them to her without a library employee present. He never gave a real reason except he was concerned the clerk would "do something" with the items. So without contacting the library or judge the clerk told him he could bring the books directly to the library. When the judge found out what she'd done, he called the library and told us what was happening, and to hopefully expect the guy in there that night. Predictably, we haven't seen him. This was almost a month ago.

*Branson got a phone call from the county jail, which is actually pretty common for libraries. Patrons get arrested and want to make sure their accounts are clear so they don't potentially get into further trouble with outstanding items. Branson goes through all the hold music and questions to finally get the patron on the line...and he'd dialed the wrong number. Branson felt so bad for him.

*A guy came in to use the computers. Donna was getting him set up, sitting at the desk, so she can only see him from about his torso up. He ended up needing help printing something, so I help him, and finally see the sidearm he's got in a holster on his belt. I tell him the library doesn't allow firearms of any kind, no, I do not care that he has a conceal carry, he can't have a weapon in a municipal building. He's kinda testy about it, asking why we don't have a sign. I tell him we do. He had to walk by it to get in the building. In fact, we have one at all three entrances. He smugly asks me to show him, because he didn't see them. Me, petty bitch that I am, make this fucker walk to all three entrances and show him each sign, then tell him as politely as I can to get rid of the gun before he comes back in. He huffily complies.

*I came into work one day and the director immediately called me to the back. He informed me that a couple was having a loud, angry argument on the patio outside the kid's area, and they called the cops for a wellness check because the woman sounded to be in legit distress. Like, rocking back and forth and screaming swears distress. Cop comes and presumably sends them on their way. We don't know for sure because he came, went out to talk to them, and just...left.

*A guy came in to pick up an inter library loan, and when Branson asked for his card, he said he didn't have one. Like, he wasn't a patron. Never mind how the hell he managed to get a fulfilled ILL without one. Branson informs him he has to get a card before he can check out the book, but it's going to cost him $15 since he lives outside city limits. He tries to pay with a check made out to him from someone else. We tell him that won't work. He leaves to get cash, but then immediately turns around and asks if he can just buy the book. I tell him no, since a) it's not our book to sell and b) we're not in the habit of selling books in the collection anyway. I ask if he'd like me to find it on Amazon for him, and he says no. He leaves and doesn't come back. Bonnie sent the ILL back, and we haven't seen him since.

*A lot of our patrons have conspiracy theory brain rot, so you can only imagine the fanciful tales we heard about the emergency test signal. There were theories it would "activate the nanites" in the covid vaccine and either kill everyone who got one or turn them into liberal zombies. My director had someone 100% seriously call it "the Satan signal". It would have been funny if it weren't so stupid.

[goodyprostate]

Hello,

I think we’ve been directly or indirectly following each other on tumblr for years,

I’m notoriously a worrier, easily distracted, let stress get the best of me most of the time.

I do have other traits that people tell me are of good quality .

Anyway, whenever I look at a photo of you you look so content . It’s actually calming to see anyone these days that doesn’t look sleep deprived, worried, anxious or genuinely unhealthy.

I suspect you’re working outside and apparently with animals might be part of it.

Any advice for an envious follower..?

Eric

Hey! This is really kind! It's weird to think about but it's been a combo of the good and the bad. Some of life's ability to kick my ass has put me in this mindset of taking whatever comes my way and dealing with it. Most recently, cancer. In the past: losing my best friend to drugs, growing up queer in a rural area, relationship struggles, just life I guess. It forced me to look at things and decide I can only change how I react. I cut out people who made me feel inadequate. I quit drinking/drugs. I'm super fortunate to be in a fully remote job that affords me to pay my bills, travel a little when I can, and to have a healthy work/life balance. I have a boyfriend who helps keep my head on straight on days where I feel uneasy and challenges me to leave my comfort zone. I have supportive friends and family. Life is short so I try to do the things that make me happy more often. Volunteering at an animal sanctuary local to me has enabled me to meet new people in my adult years and work with so many different animals. It's also a harsh reminder that though you can't change the world, you can be the change you'd like to see in it (corny but true). I like to work with my hands a lot so I try to work on my cars when I can afford to (which admittedly has been stagnant this year since one of them needs a more expensive repair that's beyond my skillset). All of this to say life has its ups and downs, and I've been lucky to have a great support system. Fortunate to be where I am.

[serenelysimple]

I'm convinced that everybody hates me.

An update for the past two years since I stopped posting here in 2022.

2022 - Intense relationship and personal doubts.

2023 - My job since 2020 started to do a face-to-face setup. It was actually fun and comfortable. I am anxious and have self-doubts to begin with. But I didn't realize how heavy it would feel to be talked about behind my back, and be called selfish. I was criticized for the way I managed the studio, and for taking my time to conceptualize and produce marketing assets. They said my designs were ugly. They said I spoke too slowly. I was called selfish for reflecting and expressing my feelings — about how my colleagues looked and treated me. I still managed to lead the scholars and produce a recital.

2024 - It was the same as 2023 but heavier since I needed to lead interns and new employees. My boss wanted me to focus on administrative work and was willing to replace me the day before my art classes, without orienting my lesson plan to the person who would replace me. I also managed to handle and lead another recital and art gallery and created the lesson plans. The teacher who replaced me earned twice more because she was assigned to teach the classes I planned, even though she did not follow most of them and didn't execute the techniques properly. I also resigned due to the unfair treatment during the summer classes and the days leading to it. They doubted and stepped on me. They didn't even raise my salary after the promotion. Now, they are thinking that I am just after the money, when in reality, I sacrificed a good freelancing career, and the possibility to try corporate jobs because I believed in their vision. I have been blinded by good words, despite being treated like shit.

Still, 2024 - After quitting my job at the studio, I got hired to a corporate work-from-home job. I'm still under probation until February 2025, which makes me anxious about the possibility that I will not be regularized because of how slowly I work on the marketing materials. Back in the studio, it was a bit easy but now, I have the skills but don't have enough speed to finish them.

I feel like I wasted four years. During those years, my classmates were already married, comfortable, traveling, receiving multiple awards, and so much more. At 29, I am still just beginning. And just when I thought I would be more independent and comfortable now that I had a new job, I suddenly got the responsibility of feeding 3 (my aunt, and two cousins) people passed on to me. They told me "help would be given", but I am the only person working my ass off to feed them and give them school materials. While I can't disclose why the responsibility of caring for them was passed on to me, I did not ask for it and was not ready.

I asked God many times, "Why do these things happen to me at times when I want to fix myself?"

I'm just trying to have a good day and have peaceful meals. I don't want to entertain traumatic stories daily because I wasn't involved in their problems and I have no idea who they are talking about anyway. Am I selfish for trying to protect myself, because absorbing someone's words and negative energy causes me stress? I'm feeling stressed because I have to step out of my comfort zone, deal with debts that I didn't cause, and ensure I stay composed for my new job.

And what if I really am not talented enough? Maybe I am not getting what I thought I deserved, because I am not really meant for it. Because I am just an average person. I don't work twice as hard as my classmates, so I don't have to expect that I would receive the same recognition that they are getting.

I'm convinced that everybody hates me from the people who blocked me to protect their peace, to being uninvited and not being considered. I understand that. I don't like myself either.

[sharksa-shivers]

idk if i posted this one before but whatever lol, if i did, you get it again

(alas, my memory shit, i am sorry...Anyway lol) ---------------

(Sharky having to ask OH for cash on the phone, all 3 of em are broke)

Orange Hair:(answering her phone, we see the screen split so we can see both Sharky and Orange talking, Orange working with some chemicals and Sharky leaning up against a building, him just walking around as they talk)Hello?

Sharky:(obviously having to work up a bit of nerve, we can see he's obviously kind of anxious about this)Heyyyyyy, uh…So…I'm just gonna cut to it and not waste your time and blah blah blah, uh…Look, can i have like…500 bucks? Please?

Orange:(raises an eyebrow)500? What for?

Sharky:(anxious, trying to keep it cool and together)Uh, gas money, food money, hotel money, supplies like bullets and stuff…Uhhh, very not cheap stuff that we need andddd collectively all 3 of us together have…(pulls money out of jacket pocket)…12 dollars and 67 cents…and yknowwwww, kinda got like another day of travel ahead andddddd-

Orange:(we see her think for a moment before she just…turns this shit on its head)Hmmm……….Yeah- uhhhhhh…No.

Sharky:(he sits a moment)…..What? No?

Orange:(repeats)No. Nope. Non. Nien. Nada. Natu. No. What? You didn't hear me?

Sharky:(we just see him kind of snap a small bit)I…….Orange, i…We really need money!!!!

Orange:(working with her chemicals, writing down info)Ok…….The answer is still no.

Sharky:(nerves snapping mentally continues, getting kind of pissed and frustrated)Literally why?????? You're a multi-millionaire!!!! $500 is pennies for you!!!!!!

Orange:(unphased by his frustration)Pretty simple, gotta learn to deal with problems like this sooner or later, especially when it comes to demon fighting. You have any idea how many times i've had demons steal my cash and leave me fucked? It's gonna happen sooner or later and you 3 are gonna have to know how to deal with it. Life's fucking rough, it's how it is.

Sharky:(breaking)We literally do not have money for a place to sleep or food!!!! We have 12 fuckin dollars!!!!!

Orange:(unphased still)You got a car and i'm sure you 3 can figure out some resource for food…You're all very smart, you can do this very easily, i've seen the shit Max alone can do.

Sharky:(freaking out)Do you have any idea the amount of danger this puts us in???? Like…Any idea at all????

Orange:(stares blankly)Uhhh, yes? Very much so. Yes. Mmhmmm…If it gets too deadly or whatever, i'll bail you guys out butttttt since it's not there yet, seems like perfect survival experience time here to me…

Sharky:(he just kinda sits there in disbelief)………

Orange:(annoyed)You done yet? Can i get back to my work now?

Sharky:(he just kind of falters and accepts the answer, knowing he can't fight her)…….Yeah, guess i'm done…

Orange:(picking up her phone)Excellent, excellent…You 3 stay safe out there, don't come home dead please.

Sharky:(annoyed as fuck, freaking out)Yeah, sure, i'll try…

Orange:(finger on the button)Alrighty then, goodbye…

(We see her cut the line and Sharky's just there staring at his phone…We see him mutter "Shit!" Under his breath and then we cut back to Max and Kristy chilling in the car…) Kristy:(boredly messing with her hair)…You think maybe like…I dunno, i could go for a different style by now or?

Max:(on his phone, rapidly typing)Uhhhh, maybe!!! That's kinda up to you, i don't really know much about human hairstyles and whatnot…

Kristy:(looking at herself in the visor mirror)Like…I like this being shoulder length and sometimes i wanna cut it but if i don't like it, then i have to wait like…a few months for it to grow out again so like…

(Sharky opens his door and flops into the drivers seat, frustrated)

Sharky:(stressed as fuck)God…FUCKIN damnit…Fuck…

Kristy:(concerned)Wait, what happened?

Max:(looking up, texting)Is OH gonna be making this a pain in the ass again?

Sharky:(nods)YEP, SHE SURE IS!!!! She said she isn't gonna give us anything, she wants US to survive on our own, fucking…Fuck!!!!

Kristy:(eyes widen)What???

Max:(just kinda stares, he seems kind of unphased but he wasn't expecting this exactly)…Welp…

Kristy:(confused)Literally how and why???? Wait, what???? She has so much cash, she literally wouldn't even miss it!!!!!

Sharky:(Leans back, mentally tired)She pushed it basically as "this is part of the job!" Kinda shit, i tried going at it from that angle, didn't do shit.

Max:(annoyed, texting, looks up)Gonna just ask, does uhhhh, does Orange know that when people say "eat the rich" that DOES INCLUDE her or? Cuz uhhhh, i'm just saying, she's making that sound quite tempting and uhhhhh…I wouldn't hesitate…

Kristy:(just looks back at Max, gives him a weird look)……What?

Max:(smirks)You heard me.

Sharky:(frustrated)Look, doesn't matter, she's not gonna fucking help, we have to figure out something else to do…

Kristy:(thinking, she perks up)Wait, we could ask Nucleo!!!

Max:(typing on his phone)I got him on speed dial, hold up…

Sharky:(just gazes over)No, God, don't be bothering Nucleo okay???

Max:(confused)Why not? He helped us last time.

Kristy:(remembering)He did but…Wait, Orange also got onto him for that, uhhh…I…Don't wanna get him in trouble again…

Max:(amused)Nucleo legit daydreams about Orange punching and kicking him in the face, it'd be fine. It's his like…Kink or whatever…

Sharky:(getting more annoyed)No!!! It's not fine!!! Just!!!! (Trying to calm down, let's out a big breath)Let's just…Try and figure out a way to deal with this that doesn't involve dragging other people into this okay????

Max:(on his shit)Capitalism literally cannot exist without you dragging othe-

Sharky:(snapping again)I KNOW ABOUT CAPITALISM BEING SHIT MAX, HOLY FUCK, CAN YOU BOTH JUST STOP FOR 5 SECONDS???? LOVE OF POSEIDON!!!!!!!

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ NEW HAIRSTYLE ❜

with Ezekiel ‘EZ’ Reyes.

Request: Hi. I have a request. Reader shaves Ez's head for him because he usually does it himself, but it always looks weird. It starts out innocently, laughing, flirting (are already a couple) and then turns smutty. I've got a whole list, but for now we can start with this.

BY @noz4a2

Warnings: Nsfw, smut.

Word count: about 950.

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to my wonderful @sonsofeorl ✨

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“You know? I love when you touch me, but not this time, babe”.

EZ is trying to run away from you, hidden at the opposite side of the sofa. You have the razor in a hand, pouting at him. You love his hair, but short. And anytime he tries to shave it by himself, he just make a fucking mess with it.

“C'mon! I used to cut my brother's hair”.

“Yeah, and I'm sure that now he needs a psychologist”.

That makes you laugh, taking a step forward as he does another back.

“If you let me do it, I will let you do to me whatever you want”.

Your boyfriend was resting his palms over the armrest, standing up thoughtful. Shaking the razor in your hand with a petty smile, he rubs his chin. Then, EZ just nods.

“Deal”.

“YES”.

Ezekiel looks in the mirror at his fresh cut. He really likes it. You have done a good job. With an eyebrow raised, you look at him, shaking the hair over his shoulders to the floor.

“You need a shower”.

“I'm gonna take a bath”. Turning around and resting his waist against the sink, he pushes you into his arms. “And you are gonna do something for me”.

“Something like what?” You whisper, placing your hands on his bare and fitted chest.

Without a single word, he curls your leg over the edge of the sink, putting your knee there. Positioned just like that, the rock under his sweatpants is exactly placed against your center. Your boyfriend pressed your body on his, with his hands nailed on your thigh and your ass respectively, urging you to swing your hips. The friction is simply delicious, provoking you some tickles within your belly. His rough lips travel to your neck, kissing your skin slowly, without hurry. Enjoying and tasting it. Quite the opposite of the moves your body produces.

“You're so hard, Zeke”. Mumbling, you close your eyes stroking his scalp.

“You like it, ah?”

“Yes…”

“You wanna ride me in the bathtub”.

“Fuck, yes, baby”. You almost sob, feeling your mouth getting dry.

“Sounds good, hm…? But first, I want to feel these pretty lips around my cock”. He whispers, pecking them softly. “You want my cream down your throat, ah?”

You just nod, gulping in silence.

“Put on your knees, baby”.

You obey. You simply obey bowing to the floor. Your hands behind your back as he pulls down the sweatpants and the boxers. His hard cock almost jumps, colliding with his abdomen. Licking your lips, you stick out your tongue. EZ lets you tour the tip of your tongue around it, doing some circle moves, tasting the salty pre-cum. Then, he slides it slowly into your mouth, filling your cavity completely until pressing his glans against the wall of your throat. You can see him closing his eyes and drawing a pleased gesture on his face, as much as you swallow him. Holding it there, almost choking you, to earn a gap that makes his sensible skin vibrate.

Starting at a low pace, he pulls it out to push it in again. Your lips get closed around it, bobbing your head until he places both hands on it. His knees are slightly curved, burying deeper his hard dick among your lips, rocking his hips.

“How is… possible your mouth feels… so fucking good, baby?”

He can barely talk, moving a little faster and crashing the head of his cock against your walls once and again. Your tongue licks it, tasting every single inch of his skin, feeling the swollen veins around it as you try to keep eye-contact with your boyfriend. Hardly breathing, the pushes become deeper, provoking you some more gags, forcing your throat to the limits. Making you feel fully filled, and some tickles in your stomach. You want more. You want it faster. You're so anxious to make him cum into your mouth, that you can't wait.

Moving your lips, almost rotating them around his trunk, closing your mouth tightly. His skin tastes better than anything you have tried in your life. You can notice his lower abdomen getting somewhat tense, if it is possible, as his vocals turn into dry growls. He is close. Too close.

“Show me your tongue, baby girl”. He mumbles, pulling his cock out as he starts to stroke himself.

Doing it, he rests his swollen and salty glans over it, waiting patiently for him to cum. EZ's eyes are fixed on yours, seeing the silent begs filling your orbs. Without expecting, the loads get shot on your palate, not giving you time to swallow when your boyfriend has already his thick cock inside your mouth again. This time, crashing it to your walls, holding it there; forcing your throat as much as he can, and making you choke slightly with his cream and your saliva mixed. Your hands travel to his lower back, urging him to bury his dick deeper. Your eyes are watering, filled with some tears, but this suffocating feels too delicious.

Only when you start to cough, run out of air, Ezekiel frees your cavity from his hardness. Even if you have finally swallowed, from the head is hanging a fine thread of his cum connected with your lips. Using your tongue to clean the trail of saliva, you taste his savior again, in the meantime that he helps you to stand up.

“Good job, baby girl”. He grunts looking for your mouth, devouring it and invading it with his tongue. “Let your man give you a reward…”

Before you can react, there are two curved fingers violently slamming your wet pussy.

[chateautae]

girlll, it is crazyy to date a formula driver. It is both awesome and sometimes it suuuccks! I once drove his GT4 car with him on an empty track, gurrlllll the ADRENALINE levels are ASTRONOMICAL! (watch a race to see 🤯)He also fricking drives at full speed AS IF IT IS NOTHING!! He has a very strict workout schedule and diet. I dunno if you have ever seen a driver workout. They tie a workout gear around his head and pull on it so hard (his trainer is like 85-90kg dude and he pulls on it) He also trains his wrists and forearms to control the wheel better. I think it works better in my favour because AN HOUR LONG FINGERING SESSION without breaking a sweat 🤭🤭🤭 He is a muscle monster (sparing Jungkook aside) = strength kink

HOWEVER, I hate car noises, speeding, and am not really interested in racing at all. I can only tell difference if cars are in different colours. But he loves it all. He becomes a 5-year-old boy when we talk about cars. He was recently sponsored by BMW and drove one of their cars. He was happy like a little boy and seeing him like this makes me so warm and happy. He gets recognised in public and many men tell him that it was their dream as a kid. A few weeks ago, the owner of a coffee shop we went to recognised him and they chatted for half an hour. The man was around his 50s and adored my boyfriend. (He gave us free cheesecake too 😂)

But racing is difficult to make a career out of. He needs a lot of sponsors and it is not really easy to find especially during the pandemic. Also, it is dangerous. Even though his team takes millions of precautions, accidents happen. He didn't have one, thank god.

He also travels a lot too 🙄 Staying apart hasn't affected our relationship YET :( He can't take me with him. So I miss him a lot during race season.

As much as I love fucking him in his race suit, I get crazy anxious when it is his race day. Now that he is negotiating for Formula 1 races, my anxiety is through the roof. I really want him to get the deal, but I also don't :( HOWEVER, I can't be selfish. I love him too much to be selfish with him. I will support him forever.

So yeah, it is so much fun to see him be successful, have steamy sex in his car, but there are many difficulties that we face as a couple :(

OMG THIS IS SO COOL WTF!!! I acc have a street racer!tae fic in the works so THIS IS REALLY FUELLING ME NOW DWOQDJWEIO.

I WAS GONNA SAY THE FINGERING SESSIONS ARE PROBABLY BOMB AF IF HE'S DOING THEM WRIST AND FOREARM EXERCISES!! Going to hint at my man to start putting in the work too 👀 YESSSS THE ADRENALINE IS INSANE my bf recently went to a track with my cousin who owns this fast ass GTI to race against a BMW and HE SAID IT WAS SO COOL.

OH GOD YOU JUST DESCRIBED THE DREAM his stamina must be out of this world (so does my man, it's literally aLWAYS me tapping out) SO I GET YOU THAT WORKS IN OUR FAVOURS DNEONDO. And damn the sex must be steamy for sure idk what it is about guys driving fast and cool cars but I would give anything to fuck in a nice Merc or something DNQWODNOWEI. THINKING ABOUT MID!TAE'S MERCEDES AT THE MOMENT.

THATS ACC SO COOL YOUR MAN'S ALL FAMOUS AND STUFF and I totally get it, my bf is super into cars as well and while I do enjoy the common luxury car myself, I'm not a fan of speeding or racing because I get really scared something may happen :( AWHH MY LOVE i really do understand your anxieties, formula 1 is no joke and you're right, accidents do happen. It would make your man super happy but I see the worries that come with it too. I wish you guys the best of luck with your relationship and really hope your man stays safe out there on the track!! 💓💓💓

[stimmypaw]

stimmypaw reads the apprentice’s quest, a blog post

A big one, just a bunch of thoughts as I’m reading it, of course, lots of spoilers for the first book in the Warrior Cats series A Vision of Shadows. This will be covering just the first book tho, it’s all in the Read More, let’s gooooooo!!!!

Vision Of Shadows time

Lots of new cats!!! I don't remember these guys as kits or anything wrow!!! I like their names but itll take a while to get used to them

Also cant believe they printed stormcloud's dead name

Omg there's a cat named beepaw

I love these cats all of them so much im going 2 cry

All new names are perfect

I FORGOT HOW GORGEOUS THE CAT VIEW IN THE RECENT BOOKS WAS, LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT

I'm glad leafpool smokes weed

I love reading from Jayfeather's point of view, his grumpiness hasn't grown on me ever but thats just me, I still enjoy it lots he's great and its fun

Firestar and Leopardstar's characterizations are On Point i love it

OOF i feel so bad when jayfeather is mean to others, poor kestrelflight, I love those two

Lovely Jayfeather moments now its time for the first chapter

I like this duo! Also I didn't think I'd ever say this but shut up squirrelflight one can have fun AND learn with their mentors

Sparkkit sounds nice she makes jingling bell noises when she walks around

Alderkit is chadphobic /j

I can see Alderkit taking deep breaths to relax its rotating in my mind its beautiful

God this first chapter feels so good and comfortable, like eating noodles and chicken nuggets. I am so so deeply in love with it, its gorgeous!

Sparkkit is so perfect too, and Graystripe remembering Firestar aaaaaa

DUSTPELT SAID WHAT? PHDHAHAHHA OH NOOOO I don't remember their relationship much, must have been fun, I love young little creature squirrelflight I MISSED HER SO BAD WOW

I started reading the second chapter and died, I think ill take a break now 2 sleep heehhee

I love them describing twoleg stuff its always so fun and alien, like watching an animal planet show about funny sea creatures.

Also I have determined sparkpaw is my favorite, might be my favorite cat ever next to hollyleaf??? I really identify with her and also she's autistic i have decided that

Alderpaw baby noooo hhhh their mentor at least is trying to show its okay, he seems very emotionally distant so far and alderheart feels very emotionally needy, actually both of them do, did I mention I love Sparkpaw??? I might be imprinting myself 2 much on her

I love how like, its clear both of them are absolutely anxious and worried about others opinions on them, which is clearly something they got from being Firestar's grandkids, deputy kids and leader kids. And bramblestar too, I recall him being quite the anxious lad ahhah. Sparkpaw will be showing confidence and being loud but the second anyone isn't approving of her or she does something "wrong" she gets small and quiet, and she ended up setting a high bar for herself by being good at hunting and fighting so I'm curious to see how that will go. Also there's nothing wrong with being guided through a crowded place to meet others Sparkpaw!!! I bet the two of them would be stuck without not knowing how to talk to others had Needlepaw not shown up. I love them, my gf is mocking me saying I'm a Sparkpaw kinnie.

Apprentices will like learn about a thing and tell everyone about it all the time and assume its always true in every situation and thats valid I love kids like that. Also in my head Needlepaw kinda looks like a porcupine. Oh boo she's fatphobic >:(

I love apprentices they are so fun and silly, just making fun of the leaders like its nothing. The way they are clearly learning and absorving everything their warriors say and do like sponges its just ***chefs kiss***

Omg shadowclan is just full of 12 year olds help

And then the old person said "it sure is hard being old!" And everyone clapped

Shout-out to pretty Riverclan apprentice #481977 I love her

Leafpool: 👁👁

Alderpaw: I knew it im cursed and awful and terrible and I will never amount to anything

I wish the cats didn't seem to be giving up on him so easily though

Ah yes the classic thunderclan move "you suck, into the medicine hole you go"

The way sparkpaw changes the things she says and how she does when it isn't the status quo around her oooooooooooooyeaaaaaaa I love 1 autistic cat

Alderpaw considering your problems lesser than other cats won't help you deal with them better bro

I love Needlepaw's excitement about Alderpaw being a medicine cat apprentice, and her sarcasm, she feels like a preppy teenager

Ahhh this is so good, I am so thirsty for family moments like this, just Alderpaw bonding with grandma, I’ll definitely want to draw this one it’s so sweet.

Oh to be young and silly.

I really am enjoying like, Alderpaw’s struggles to seeing how he fits in the clan, how he fits in himself, how he wants to be seen and what he wants to be, it’s really good. I Am Engaged(tm) With This Plot.

SPARKPAW NOOOOOOO but also Yes I want her to be shown vulnerable and weak please 

POP, god watching this stuff always awful, the cats must have thought he broke her ahahah

Also, really great that they learned from Dovewing and now like leave choices and discussions about prophecies between adults

And plus Brambles seemed to take the time to explain stuff to him, seems he wont be going alone either the 1 thing is that he will be the only one knowing what the journey is really about, why though??? I didnt read Firestar's Quest or whatever why does Skyclan need to be secret??? Seems quite silly really!

YESSSS SANDSTORM GET HIS ASS FIGHT FIGHT LOVE THIS LOVE SANDSTORM

I could feel squirrelflight nearing explosion here, this was very fun, i wish they werent hiding this though!!!

The secret thing is showing to be a plot point so I am once again Very Engaged

Also, wonderful dialogue bit, someone asked Bramblestar why an Elder is going and:

Lovely perfect perfect

I miss you dovewing

SQUIRRELFLIGHT LOVE YOU

Oh boy this is it

Traveling book moment

Graystripe: Soooo you're excited to go on the journey to the old territories and Skyclan?

Sandstorm: Yes! It's been ages and-

Graystripe: I'm sure the tribe will love the visit too

Sandstorm, groaning: Oh noooo I forgot about how the tribe is in the way of every journeyyyyy noooooo they're such a racist caricature, please tell me you have a plan

Graystripe: Yes don't worry about it the writers forgot about the tribe in my comic book so you can just use the excuses i did to actively avoid it

Sandstorm: Oh thank Starclan

Sparkpaw's desperation to prove herself oof, her anxiety with understanding the prophecy, oh boy, and Alderpaw feeling too overwhelmed by the questions and not managing to talk!!!! I am so glad they are both autistic

Hoping "Being Leader" wont mean theyre putting nonsense responsibility on the apprentice again

Ah good Sandstorm is on the lead again, as she should, she should have been leader she would have been great

I can't believe Alderpaw thinks I look stupid and diseased :( /j

Everything about this twoleg scene was scandalous I loved it, Sparkpaw just toppled over a trash bag and they are eating from it, iconic, also did those twolegs throw out a whole turkey? Damn

Its not that Sparkpaw is freakishly good at hunting she is very hungry and constantly on the watch for things to eat

BRO Ive never been in a road where the drivers are this wild, throwing bottles out of the car????? Ive seen Fruit being thrown like once or twice, what the fuck!!! I'm glad they are going to wait until the morning to continue

Okay I was not expecting Needlepaw to show up this girl is chaotic I love her

ACTUALLY YEAH WHY DIDNT THEY TELL THE OTHER CLANS ABOUT THIS SINCE THE PROPHECY IS ABOUT ALL THE CLANS???

Needlepaw is like Rono from Bambi 2 if he wasnt a mean bully and thats very epic

Very curious character though, how come her mentor isnt teaching her the warrior code properly? Is that an issue with all apprentices?? Is the clan overwhelmed by 12 year olds and they won?

Having lots of fun trying to play the game "what animal are they describing this time" the erins made here, im glad they're in a farm. Worried about Sandstorm though :c

Fuck im worried about sandstorm a lot, her wound hurt on Me

Yeah water is good youre right sandstorm

Aw man I hope she's okay let her at least survive to meet skyclan please

NOOOOOOOO SANDSTORMA A AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Sandtteooonrjrbbbmmnnnnnnnnnn

I am so sad

Alderpaw denying it, Starclan shining upon their vigil, everything crushed me i cried

Alderpaw considers Nihilism

Haven't seen a cat thank starclan for prey in a while its

Oh look they time skipped a journey! They don't tend to do that thats nice

I'm so excited to be meeting The Skyclan that everyone in the fandom knows now

So far they seem kinda mean but thats most clans at first glance really

Okay somethings up

I uh have heard of Darktail pretty sure he's a bad guy so yeah something really bad happened to Skyclan

Am worried

Darktail sounds like an evil himbo* i may be enjoying him actually

*himbos are usually nice by default so he's just evil and stupid and strong

Does needletail know these cats already?????

Ah

Shit

Oh okay fuck

I've been quietly reading the rest because I am just concerned and I want them to be okay as quickly as possible

Waterfalls are a classic nice

Oh boy time for our unlikely duo of Alderpaw and Needlepaw to get out of a Mess!

I did not expect this to end up with the two of them journeying into parenthood, but I'm happy it did

Well actually I'm very unhappy theyre so lost and there's no sign of Skyclan I am very worried for everyone involved Sparkpaw must be feeling awful!

Twigkit is a great name

Yeah this ended terribly

Overall! Frigging loved it this book was GOOD and a great start for the series I am very excited to read the rest, SO WORRIED ABOUT SKYCLAN THO AAAA the characterizations were great the characters were great the pacing was fun and I didn't get bored once!

I think o only wish I had read this sooner really so I could look up others thoughts without getting heavily spoiled about the last books, I can watch a few videos already though thats a start ahhaha. But yeah it was great and it felt very good to read, haven't swallowed up a book so quickly in a very long time!!! Very happy I finally got my hands on this 💕💖💕💖💕💖 cant wait 2 start the next one

If you read all this, hope you had fun hahaha, ill be making more of these cus theyre fun and I like talking about warrior cats thats just my thing

Til next time

[emma-what-son]

(Echee post) Emma Watson has stalkers and a bodyguard

Posted on March 23 2014

From dailymail.co.uk March 2014, "Harry Potter star Emma Watson has hired a former NYPD officer as  a bodyguard to protect her from obsessed stalkers. The actress – thought to be worth £23  million – is believed to be paying the female officer £90,000 a year after a number of incidents of threatening behaviour towards her. The latest came as Emma, 23, right, was working on her new movie Noah, when an over-zealous ‘fan’ duped studio security staff and got on to the set. Emma, was left screaming, believing she was in danger, and filming had to stop. The British actress, who played Hermione Granger in the Potter films, is now constantly shadowed by blonde former New York Police Department officer Denise Morrone. A source said: ‘The  one person Emma is never without is Denise. 'Emma has had problems with stalkers in the past and, because of her wealth, there is always the threat of kidnap. 'She pays for her bodyguard out of her own pocket and Denise accompanies her everywhere, even when Emma is out for dinner. Denise is always there, making sure she is safe.’ Another source said: ‘Denise is on high alert for one particular stalker who tracked Emma down on the set of her latest film. ‘She is very discreet and very good at her job. She is always there looking after Emma, but you wouldn’t know. ‘She makes sure Emma has plenty of space and freedom. If they are at dinner, Denise is part of the gathering, but is always on duty.’ The new arrangement marks a departure for Emma, who has seemed determined to try to live a low-key, normal private life unencumbered by a security detail. Post-Potter she went to Brown University in Rhode Island, New England, and Worcester College, Oxford, to study for a degree. When she has appeared in public she has had no visible entourage. A spokesman for Miss Watson, who has homes in  London and New York, declined to comment." ^That's what the dailymail says but here below is what Emma said at the time.

From fansshare.com October 2012, "There was a lot of fuss made recently about the fact that a man who has been stalking Emma Watson managed to get onto her set before being chased off into the woods. It was claimed that Emma was terrified by the incident and feared for her safety.  However, it appears that the claims were not true, as Emma has spoken out about the “incident” stating that nothing of the sort happened. Emma felt that she needed to let everybody know what’s what and hoped to clear up any confusion about the stalker situation. Watson took to her official Twitter account to say, “Ok. Few things to clear up. I was not terrified by a stalker in the woods. And he was not fought off by martial arts experts.#whowrotethisstory”. I don't get this DM article because Emma has had this bodyguard for ten years. I think this might be a great big dose of media sensationalism or maybe a planted story so everyone will go, "Aww poor Emma" because she has said some really dumb things lately. I've seen photos of Denise (the older blonde lady we always see her with) with Emma as far back as 2005 Here they are outside the Regis and Kelly show (USA) in 2005 and to the right currently in 2014

^She still looks 15 doesn't she? I've seen one or two candids of Denise with Emma at Brown. I've read an article from a Brown website (thank anonymous for tipping me off) where they were talking about her bodyguards on campus that followed her around. Here's Emma, some guy and Denise at Brown in the fall of 2010 (I can't find the others)

Here she is talking about stalkers in her GQ interview from last year From gq-magazine.co.uk May 2013, "Did you have stalkers? 'Yes. I do have people who show up from time to time in different parts of the world. I've never really known how to respond; I've never really known if I should be afraid or not. This is how I put it into perspective: thousands of women all over the world have to deal with feeling afraid when they walk home from the Tube, on their way to work, when they go out for a drink. Feeling not safe isn't something that is singular to me or my experience as a woman, and I don't think any of these people mean me any harm. They just tend to be people caught up, who don't really realise what they are doing, and I think it is very important that I don't allow it to isolate me further, to be another reason why I shouldn't go out and meet people or walk down the street. Weird guys sometimes take it too far, and that is it. I just keep a friend with me. I don't have a full-time security guard or anything like that. Even at university I went everywhere completely alone, which looking back was probably a pretty ambitious thing that I tried to do there, but somehow I got away with it. There were times when I did feel stressed and anxious and could probably have done with a bit more support. At the same time I would rather make my own mistakes and learn what I need. I think it is so easy when you get famous to just disengage from having a life and that can make some things really dangerous.'" Remember she told rookie magazine she used to lie about walking to places but had a car waiting for her? She was trying to make it seem she has this normal life. I reckon this could be another little white lie about not having a full-time guard because we've seen Denise with her for years. She's the woman that pushes people away and pulls her from signing autographs and even refuses people. How about other instances like Glastonbury where that big muscular man tailed her everywhere. At airports when Denise is not there she has men which looks to be bodyguards to me. When she went to the Box Night Club she had a bodyguard. They're rare shots because most candids are just of Emma and Denise or Emma and a friend or boyfriend. You really think Emma travels alone? For example

Last photo from 2011: Check this out and seethe altercation You rarely catch her bodyguards photographed other than Denise who looks more than just a bodyguard. I think she's more like a bodyguard/assistant. I bet they are always around but you wouldn't know it. I'd go as far as saying they probably follow her from a distance to make it seem like she's really by herself. Here's something she said in 2009 and it was really stupid From wonderwall.msn.com July 2009 (interview with Dan, Rupert and Emma. she started brown in Sept 09) In this film, Ron has sort of a stalker girlfriend. Has it ever gotten strange where you're dating people who are more interested in dating Harry, Ron or Hermione rather than yourselves? Emma Watson: "I'm dating my stalker, actually." It's dumb to even give a stalker the time or day in a magazine discussing them. It will probably embolden them by fueling whatever twisted fantasies they have in their head. If it were me I would not even mention it. In 2010 she said this From digitalspy.com November 2010, "Emma Watson has revealed that she and her Harry Potter co-stars Daniel Radcliffe and Rupert Grint used to hide from their security guards. The actress admitted that she "hates" having bodyguards and prefers to deal with the attention she receives on her own. Watson explained: "I hate having bodyguards and when we were younger, Dan, Rupert and I used to try to hide from the people trying to keep an eye on us." The 20-year-old went on to say that she now feels comfortable traveling on public transport by herself. She added: "Now it's like, 'Really, I'm fine'. I take the train and the bus and, if I don't dress up too much, I'm usually fine. Occasionally people stop me but I'd rather deal with that than not go out at all. That'd be really tragic." In her most recent interview for Elle she said this From snitchseeker.com March 2014, “So while Radcliffe reportedly rarely leaves his house without a bodyguard, Watson memorably began her college career by moving into the freshman dorm-the very definition of exposed. She lopped off her hair, appeared in a student production of Chekhov. There were moment, she says, when she thought, “I don’t know if I can do this. Or if this is sensible anymore.” But she held firm, turning down high-profile work that would interfere with her studies. “I just don’t want a life where I can’t have a life, “she says. “And so I’ve been just unbelievably stubborn about it.” ^Peculiar and then this article comes out about her hired bodyguard. Could it have been Radcliffe's people saying, "Hey, wait a minute" and then ratted Emma out? That last quote, the newer one, is of course a total contradiction from what she said about Brown before. I don't know it's that's the truth or this is some rouse to plant the idea she was heckled out of college life. I don't know but one thing is for sure I don't believe most of what comes out of this girls mouth. I'm like those towns people that had it with the games of the little boy that cried wolf. As for the stalking it's the only thing I'll give her sympathy for. I think it would suck. If it's an over zealous stan or a weirdo I don't think it's cool. If you like or even dislike her there are still lines you should never cross and that includes invading her space. She's just one fake ass actress that lives in her own head that plays make believe and makes millions off it. Then of course she complains about it and manipulates the media and her fan base to cover up "the real Emma Watson". She's a prettily weaved illusion designed to trick you. There is no such thing as the perfect person and just because she is pretty it does not make her perfect girlfriend material. Stans and weirdos please understand this.

[melancholyrobin]

I swear after BTS’ comeback I need...like a full on break from either twitter or tumblr. Or something.

[shakespeareanqueer]

I'm new to tumblr so why the hell not

1. I don't remember 2. Shy 3. My dumbass punkass bitchass hoe punk bitch horse gay friends. And IsaBELLa! (Pronunciation required) 4. I think so. Maybe I'm wrong idk 5. Like; like, like- like? Currently not really such a person. Has been done tho. 6. A lot of people. All genders. Attractive people. Idk what you want from me man 7. Idk man. Experimental probability says 0% chance but I'm tryin. I think my friends are trying harder for me tho. 8. Opposite gender? Currently no one, though I do swing that way (and the other way). Also, define opposite. Opposite suggests a binary I may or may not fall on. This question is loaded and I cannot answer. 9. Depends on the topic. I'd have chosen a pretty poor group of friends if it always made me uncomfortable tho. It is a frequent topic of conversation. For a group with a few sexually active folk but also some people who have never done the do including asexuals we talk about sex a great deal. 10. Define deep. Wow I actually can't remember right now. Come back to me on this one. Probably #sgoc? 11. "$6 is fine, thank you!" If you mean actual text. "Gay" if Facebook messages count. 12. Cassiopeia- Sara Bareilles Basket Case- Sara Bareilles Um these songs have been stuck in my head and I haven't listened to much music lately so yeah 13. Yes 14. Yes? Pretty sure. 15. Oh gosh I don't know. I have a good weekend lined up. Dorm party with housemates, drunk jenga with ma pals, the unveiling of a scheme or 2. It'll be great. 16. I don't remember who the last person I kissed is (I may have been intoxicated) but probably. And I probably will (also when intoxocated) based on the pool of options 17. Statistically abso-fuckin-lutely 18. No. I think he lives in Colorado. Or Chicago. Idk something with a C. He moved in 6th grade. 19. Yes for a bit but then I get restless 20. If you mean housemates then yes, mostly. Good house community. Few people of whom I'm not the biggest fan, lots of people about whom I'm indifferent, some people I like a lot, and a couple I love a lot. 21. Oh goodness you opened a can of worms. I eat too much dairy even though I know I'll regret it, I procrastinate waaaaay too much (like now), I say I'm on my way while I'm still lying in my bed, I spend too much time on my devices, and many many more 22. London. Or mostly anywhere. I am not well traveled. 23. To a certain degree. I had some bad experiences with people I called my best friends in the past (really just the one) so I have always kept a distance since then (early in my life) and not trusted any non-family members too deeply. Until my most recent batch of friends, but I still get self-conscious that I care about and trust them more than they do me sometimes bc I'm an anxious, paranoid p.o.s. 24. Most of it. Idk. My friends are good boosts to my self-esteem though. They tell me my tits and ass look good, and some of them have Jewish noses too so I don't feel as self-conscious about it. 25. No. That would be extremely problematic. 26. My horse friends probably 27. Not applicable 28. Yeah I'm pretty sure 29. Yes 30. That seems impractical I am on my phone I will 100% fuck something up. 31. Pf. What are sports. 32. TV I guess 33. Yes 34. Usually something stupid 35. Woah let's not limit myself here there's a lot of attractive people in the world, inside and out, for different reasons. 36. Do some assistant directing, dramaturgy, artistic associate-ing so I can eventually work my way up to being a theatrical director. Maybe grad school after a few years. 37. Not everyone. Most people. 38. You're* Could mean a lot of things. Mostly just that it is not a situation in which talking should occur, or I have nothing to contribute? 39. Sometimes 40. The fact that I need to go to class 41. Most things 42. Sort of. It was a weird night. Events were very sobering and there were other intoxicants involved so it's hard to tell. The other time doesn't count I might as well have just poked it. 43. Oh yes 44. Probably? I do a lot of dumb shit 45. Yes of course who hasn't 46. I wish my brain would like me more 47. A bowl of fruit loops 48. A bowl of oatmeal 49. Yeah a few. I got 3rd place regional in a debate competition in middle school after winning 1st place sectionals 2 years in a row. Won some races in swimming. Some other stuff probably. 50. No 51. No 52. I don't know. I don't think so. 53. I was playing drunk jenga with my coworkers. I pulled a block that said to kiss someone wearing flannel. So I did. A woman from the costume department. 54. No. I have no Internet friends and I love my real friends a whole whole lot 55. Facebook 56. Tumblr 57. Wow getting personal here. They're horses. That's all you need to know. Not real horses. Dumb horses. 58. 1 59. Yes 60. Too many to count. Like 6 here at school. 61. Tan 62. Chocolate 63. Elementary 64. My roommate 65. A housemate I ran into going out of the kitchen. Q. 66. My mom. Her name is Irene. 67. Yeah a few. But just the usual people. No one specific rn. 68. No 69. I don't remember. Mary Poppins? Was that most recently? No wait the filmed stage production of Into the Woods 70. Emma Watson 71. I'm blanking right now 72. Tired 73. Well anxiety literally makes me literally insecure always so 74. Yes. Faster on the computer 75. Of course 76. Yeah but I'm happier with the people I have in the present. 77. Yes 78. I don't think so 79. Yes lol 80. Sleeping 81. Yes 82. Yes 83. I legitimately don't remember 84. Gillybean 85. Yes 86. No 87. Not really. Depends on where I am and why it's dark 88. On what? Probably 89. Not for too long 90. Yes? 91. Yes I think so 92. My dumb ass punk ass bitch ass hoe horses 93. I don't know. Probably not. 94. Capricorn 95. No such person? That is also a hetero normative question and I resent it. The most recent best friend crush situation in my life was same sex thank you very much 96. I don't know. Our conversations are so varied. It can go from poop to our hopes and dreams in a second. Definitely a llama though. 97. 'I'm just a basket case; it's what we do' 98. I do not have the patience 99. I've done a lot of dumb things idk. I didn't steal a cell phone from the gym bag of a teenager at the pool? (Age 7, for context) 100. Closed 110 (idk why it skips). 5'2" 111. Curly 112. Brunette 113. Summer 114. Night 115. December 116. No 117. Dark 118. Yes 119. Neither. Mars the planet. 120. Yes possibly 121. 'Ils aiment les combats.' It's my French textbook

Enjoy this foray into my brain

Questions!

1.       Who was the last person you held hands with?

2.       Are you outgoing or shy?

3.       Who are you looking forward to seeing?

4.       Are you easy to get along with?

5.       If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

6.       What kind of people are you attracted to?

7.       Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

8.       Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

9.       Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

10.   Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

11.   What does the most recent text that you sent say?

12.   What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

13.   Do you like it when people play with your hair?

14.   Do you believe in luck and miracles?

15.   What thing are you looking forward to the most?

16.   Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

17.   Do you think there is life on other planets?

18.   Do you still talk to your first crush?

19.   Do you like bubble baths?

20.   Do you like your neighbors?

21.   What are you bad habits?

22.   Where would you like to travel?

23.   Do you have trust issues?

24.   What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

25.   Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

26.   Who are you most comfortable around?

27.   Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

28.   Do you ever want to get married?

29.   Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?

30.   Spell your name with your chin.

31.   Do you play sports? What sports?

32.   Would you rather live without TV or music?

33.   Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

34.   What do you say during awkward silences?

35.   Describe your dream girl/guy?

36.   What do you want to do after high school?

37.   Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

38.   If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

39.   Do you smile at strangers?

40.   What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

41.   What are you paranoid about?

42.   Have you ever been high?

43.   Have you ever been drunk?

44.   Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

45.   Ever wished you were someone else?

46.   One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

47.   Last thing you ate?

48.   First thing you ate this morning?

49.   Ever won a competition? For what?

50.   Been suspended/expelled? For what?

51.   Been arrested? For what?

52.   Ever been in love?

53.   Tell us the story of your first kiss?

54.   Do you like your internet friends more than your real friends?

55.   Facebook or Twitter?

56.   Twitter or Tumblr?

57.   Names of your bestfriends?

58.   How many pillows do you sleep with?

59.   Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

60.   How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

61.   What colour is your underwear?

62.   Favourite ice cream flavour?

63.   Favourite tv show?

64.   First person you talked to today?

65.   Last person you talked to today?

66.   Name a person you love?

67.   Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

68.   In a fight with someone?

69.   Last movie you watched?

70.   Favourite actress?

71.   Favourite actor?

72.   How are you feeling?

73.   Do you have any medical conditions which affect how insecure you feel?

74.   Do you type fast?

75.   Do you regret anything from your past?

76.   Do you miss anyone from your past?

77.   Ever been to a bonfire party?

78.   Ever broken someone’s heart?

79.   Have you ever been on a horse?

80.   What should you be doing?

81.   Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

82.   Do you have trust issues?

83.   Who was the last person you cried in front of?

84.   What was your childhood nickname?

85.   Have you ever been out of your province/state?

86.   Are you listening to music right now?

87.   Are you afraid of the dark?

88.   Is cheating ever okay?

89.   Can you keep white shoes clean?

90.   Do you believe in love at first sight?

91.   Do you believe in true love?

92.   What makes you happy?

93.   Would you change your name?

94.   What your zodiac sign?

95.   Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

96.   Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

97.   Favourite lyrics right now?

98.   Can you count to one million?

99.   Dumbest lie you ever told?

100. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

110. How tall are you?

111. Curly or Straight hair?

112. Brunette or Blonde?

113. Summer or Winter?

114. Night or Day?

115. Favourite month?

116. Are you a vegetarian?

117. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

118. Was today a good day?

119. Mars or Snickers?

120. Do you believe in ghosts?

121. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?