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[justplainwhump]

Over

Dany is captured by WRU.

A part of Angel's story.

Written for Whumpmas in July @whumpmasinjuly-archive , day 12, Caught.

Content / warnings: Abduction, betrayal, character death, whumper pov, thoughts about noncon, vibes of unhealthy relationship dynamics (m/f).

Had it been up to Frankie to choose the last day of this life, it defined wouldn't have been a Monday. The Hammonds' weekly security briefing was tedious and dull. Especially today. Especially when the sun was shining, especially when his flight to the Caribbean was -

"Frankie." Peter snapped his fingers. "Focus. Look at these photos. Anyone on these shows up near her, you get her away. The Chernovs are pissed because of the boss' latest move, and they won't hold back."

Especially when Frankie knew in detail what - no, who the biggest threat to Dany was today. He had to bite back a smirk.

"The Chernovs won't get to her," Frankie assured, peeking at the clock in the corner. "I'll keep her close."

Josie leaned back and chuckled. "Yeah. We all know just how close she keeps you."

Peter clicked his tongue. "We don't talk about the junior like that, Josie. She's an adult, she's a professional, and so is Francis. When he's listening."

"Yeah. I've got her," Frankie repeated and peeked at the clock on the wall. "And she's going to insufferable when I'm late to pick her up. So. Excuse me."

"Watch out for these guys."

"I will."

He'd been even more attentive than usual, lately, Frankie thought as he jogged towards her office. He knew WRU was scouting them, and he'd clocked some of their agents. Whom he he'd been truly on the lookout for, however, was the principal. The person behind it all. Who paid hundreds of thousands of dollars, to make Danielle Hammond his.

It scratched his professional honor that he couldn't tell. Sure, Stuart Hammond pissed off many powerful players, many of whom would go great length to take it out on his only daughter and designated successor. But none of them would use WRU as a middle man.

And Dany's own surroundings? She certainly came after her Dad, in both business sense and annoying attitude, but Frankie usually managed to keep up with a list of her enemies.

Nobody matched.

Frankie sighed, before he knocked at her door and entered right away.

"You're late," she said, not bothering to turn around from where she stood in front of her cabinet, changing from her elegant business suit into a white summer dress. Frankie was a pragmatic man, but he suspected there was some sort of poetry in that choice on a day like today. "Just in time to zip me up, though."

He stepped in behind her and carefully brushed her blond hair aside, before he reached down for the zipper.

She was gorgeous. Sun tanned, soft skin. The freckles over her shoulders. The fit body, with just the perfect mixture of curves and muscle. His hand rested on her ass just some moments, mapping her shape to keep her in his memories.

All of this would belong to someone else, soon.

"Frankie." She raised a brow at him through the mirror. "We're past this, remember? Focus."

His other hand searched for her hip, too, and he pulled her back against him. She didn't fight it. Fuck. She felt too good, her body pressed to his, just like the many times before. "Come on," he whispered into her hair. "One last time?"

Dany turned her head, and it made him shiver how close she was, how her soft breath caressed his skin. "You don't call the shots, babe," she whispered back, her hand on his cheek. "I do." She twisted her hip out of his grip. "Not today."

He wondered, how it would feel to just take her, right here, in her office. What would happen, if he just grabbed her, hand in that blond locks, tossed her over her own desk and fucked her. She was feisty, but he was stronger than her. Paid to be. He could easily overwhelm her. He'd thought about this, more than once. Never done it. Always let her call the shots. Always let her be in power. What a meek little power that was, though. All deduced, from family, from wealth.

And someone out there was about to do what Frankie couldn't. Strip that off her. That power. That name. That arrogance. All of it. And make her into a submissive little fucktoy.

Oh, he fucking hated them for getting what he longed for.

"Focus," Dany said sharply.

He took a deep breath and nodded. And he did focus. On the smell of her shampoo, on the way her hair tingled over his skin, on the curve of her ass under the zipper.

Focus.

Frankie would become a rich man today. Rich, satisfied, free. He'd just have to make it through this.

"Sorry, babe," he mumbled.

He wasn't.

~

"Why did you say that?" Dany asked, when they were going down in the elevator, looking at him through the huge mirror. "A last time? You usually don't give up that easily."

Frankie had to hide a flinch. "I... Did I really say that?"

She stared at him from honey eyes, eyebrow raised. Expectant. "Yeah."

He hated her. For being gorgeous, for that white dress, for being in charge, for looking right through him. Fifteen minutes. He just needed this to not blow up in his face for fifteen more minutes. Just needed her to trust him for fifteen more minutes. "I... I think we should end this," he said. Improvised. It felt hollow. It sounded real. "It's... It's sort of getting nowhere, right? And I... I think I deserve better."

She paused for a moment, searched his face, before she shrugged. "Okay. Yeah. I guess." She smirked. "It's really been a bit of a cliche, anyway."

The doors slid open towards the lobby, but he couldn't move.

"That's it?" Frankie asked in disbelief. "That's how simple you think this is?"

"Wasn't it always? Come on, Frankie. We fucked. It was fun, it was good, and not gonna lie-" She winked at him. "I did like spanking you. But I mean. It's just sex, right? When it's over, it's over. No hard feelings." She held out an arm to keep the elevator door open for them. "Now. Are we leaving or do you want Peter to cover your shift?"

He really considered it. For a second or two, Frankie imagined going home, having a beer, calling his parents, telling them he'd come back to work in their repair shop. Imagined a life without Dany Hammond.

No.

He'd close this chapter of his life in a much more rewarding way.

"I'm good." He gave her a sharp nod. "Yeah. No hard feelings."

He pushed past her into the lobby, took the room in with a sweeping glance. For a short moment, someone locked eyes with him.

Alex Nadler. That short, awkward WRU client satisfaction manager, dressed just like a businessperson passing by. They weren't awkward now. Their gaze felt like steel.

Frankie shivered.

Move, their lips formed as they tilted their head towards the street.

Focus, Frankie thought.

Focus.

He guided her to the door, just some steps after Alex.

By his side Dany, utterly unfazed by their past conversation, had pulled a stack of index cards from her white purse and skimmed through them, mumbling to herself. She was invited to give a speech at some charity's summer event, just two blocks south.

She wasn't scheduled to arrive.

He walked half a step behind her shoulder, as always, shielded her from behind and towards the street. And as always, his gaze constantly flicked from the surroundings to her. Her long legs, short white dress, perfectly curved ass, blond strands dancing in the wind. People made space for her on instinct, looked at her, jealous, admiring, greedy. And herself - she didn't even notice, deep into her notes, trusting the man behind her to keep her safe.

The man she'd let into her bed, but nowhere else. The man who'd been good enough to guard her, but not to be more than an affair out of dozens. The man she'd led him on, made feel special, and then proved over and over that to her, he was anything but.

A van closed in from behind them. In front, Alex slowed their steps to down to fall back to Dany's side.

Everything was in place.

Dany had no idea.

Frankie smiled grimly.

For someone as savvy as she was, she was pathetically naive.

Then, Alex raised their hand.

~

It happened in seconds. The van slowed by the curb, its door sliding open. Masks. Machine guns.

Dany's index cards silently drifting to the sidewalk. Her white dress still dancing around her thighs, while she stood frozen in shock.

Her first move was for him. A hand, reaching back, to where she knew her protector would be.

Frankie grabbed her waist, a move so familiar he could almost laugh. "I've got you, babe" he mumbled. He could swear that he felt her relax the tiniest bit.

Then he hefted her into the van, right between the armed men.

He jumped in, Alex followed, and the van accelerated, sped off, before Dany had even said a word.

She didn't, still, even when one of the captors took her purse and passed it on to toss it out. Even when another pulled back her wrists and fixed them with zip ties. Even when they forced her to her knees and bound her ankles as well.

Even with a stranger's hand in her hair, a gun to her head, she stayed silent, attentive, aware. Her gaze was on Frankie alone.

And oh. He could drown in those eyes.

When someone touched his wrist, disturbed the image, he angrily flinched. "Sit," a masked man next to him said. "It's getting bumpy."

"I'm -" Frankie grabbed for a hold on the side, just before the van sped around a corner.

"An asshole," Dany said flatly. "I should've known."

Somebody chuckled. But apart from that, nobody spoke.

She didn't say anything more either. Smart girl, he thought. Just as him and the security guys had talked through with her dozens of times. Don't give them anything. Stay calm. Stay alert. Don't fight. Could even have helped, had this been what she probably assumed it to be.

A kidnapping for ransom, for information, for leverage. A kidnapping that matched her worldview. Matched her self image of being the centre of the world.

He idly wondered, what they'd do with that cute white dress. Trash it, probably. Too bad. He'd have liked to fuck her in it.

The van hit a speedbump, another one, and Dany let out a short gasp when the man behind her yanked at her hair trying to keep his footing. The outside noises changed, grew dull, and the van drove into a long, spiraled curve. Parking garage, Frankie thought.

The door slid open, and without spoken commands, their captors emerged into the dark, boots echoing on concrete.

They were alone.

Frankie and Dany, his charge, his lover, his boss. He'd have given his life for her, a long time. Now, he'd sold hers.

She tried to push herself off the ground, get onto her knees again. Under the dim inside light of the van, her dress seemed to emit light. He saw her eyes skim over the inside of the car, the door, back at him, assessing the situation. It was hopeless.

She knew.

"Why?" she whispered. "Why, Frankie?"

"Money," Frankie said with a shrug and crouched down in front of her. "A new life. Seeing you on your knees. Actually, mostly the latter." He reached out and gently traced her cheek. She did flinch now. Cute. "Because you're a bitch, Dany." He grabbed her chin harder. "Because I get paid to see you destroyed."

She stared at him. He wondered if her lip was trembling, or if it was just the light. "It... You know it doesn't make sense, right?" she said.

Frankie pulled back from the kiss he'd just wanted to press on her lips, irritated. "What?"

"That story. You're a loose end. No mobster in their right mind would just let you walk. You betrayed me, you sold me out to be destroyed, but they'll kill you first." She let out a low chuckle. "Oh Frankie. You've always been a fucking idiot."

Fucking bitch tried to belittle him, even at her lowest.

"Oh no, babe." He shook his head. "You have no idea. They're not the mob. They're something else. They just planned to make it look like-"

Dany raised an eyebrow.

Fuck.

Something cold pressed into the back of his neck.

Frankie froze.

"She's right," Alex said behind him, their voice even. "We're professionals. At WRU, we don't leave loose ends."

Dany's gorgeous, brown eyes widened with sudden understanding, her mask of smug confidence finally shattered. "No," she breathed. "No, no, not WRU, not that, not -"

Dany Hammond looked lovely, he thought, when she fell apart.

He held on to that image, as he took his last breath.

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[edgecastlema]

ACCEPTED! seen walking around edgecastle; HALEY JAMES, LAURA LEE FLORES, CAROL DANVERS, TED LASSO, ROY KENT, CHERRY VALANCE, BROOKE DAVIS, VALERIE BROWN, JACKIE TAYLOR, BRIAN KINNEY. please message the main within 48 hrs to receive the discord invite

{ cis woman, twenty - six, she / her, one tree hill, dupes not allowed } it isn’t every day you see someone that looks like reina hardesty wandering around these woods. lucky i picked you up, you give off sort of a THE SOFT SOUNDS OF AN ACOUSTIC GUITAR BEING STRUMMED IN THE ROOM NEXT DOOR + STRAIGHT A'S vibe, this town will eat you alive. you some kind of tax collector? ❝ SINGER-SONGWRITER, actually. in edgecastle ❞. oh, i stand corrected. hey, crank the radio up. do you like MALIBU? ❝ yeah… MILEY CYRUS is my favorite ❞. you’ve got good taste, pal. say, what’s your name, stranger? ❝ HALEY JAMES ❞ { cis woman, twenty - two, she / her, yellowjackets, dupes not allowed } it isn’t every day you see someone that looks like fiona palomo wandering around these woods. lucky i picked you up, you give off sort of a UNSHAKABLE FAITH + DEEPROOTED LOYALTY vibe, this town will eat you alive. you some kind of tax collector? ❝ DENTAL HYGIENE MAJOR at EDGECASTLE UNIVERSITY, actually. in edgecastle ❞. oh, i stand corrected. hey, crank the radio up. do you like TAKE ME TO CHURCH? ❝ yeah… HOZIER is my favorite ❞. you’ve got good taste, pal. say, what’s your name, stranger? ❝ LAURA LEE FLORES ❞

{ trans woman, thirty - three, she / her, marvel 616, dupes allowed } it isn’t every day you see someone that looks like phillipa soo wandering around these woods. lucky i picked you up, you give off sort of a CAT LADY + KICKING ASS vibe, this town will eat you alive. you some kind of tax collector? ❝ OWNER of THE JUNKYYARD, actually. in edgecastle ❞. oh, i stand corrected. hey, crank the radio up. do you like DON'T STOP ME NOW? ❝ yeah… QUEEN is my favorite ❞. you’ve got good taste, pal. say, what’s your name, stranger? ❝ CAROL DANVERS ❞

{ gender non conforming, fourty - seven, he / they, ted lasso, dupes not allowed } it isn’t every day you see someone that looks like jason sudeikis wandering around these woods. lucky i picked you up, you give off sort of a DAD JOKES + MOTIVATIONAL SPEECHES vibe, this town will eat you alive. you some kind of tax collector? ❝ SOCCER COACH ( YELLOWJACKETS ), actually. in edgecastle ❞. oh, i stand corrected. hey, crank the radio up. do you like JERK IT OUT? ❝ yeah… CAESARS is my favorite ❞. you’ve got good taste, pal. say, what’s your name, stranger? ❝ TED LASSO ❞

{ cis male, thirty nine, he/they, ted lasso, dupes not allowed } it isn’t every day you see someone that looks like BRETT GOLDSTEIN wandering around these woods. lucky i picked you up, you give off sort of a A STRANGELY SPECIFIC OBSESSION WITH WEARING THE COLOUR BLACK, SARCASM THAT COMES FROM PAST TRAUMAS & FEELING AT A LOSS BECAUSE OF INJURIES vibe, this town will eat you alive. you some kind of tax collector? ❝ A FOOTBALL COACH actually. in edgecastle ❞. oh, i stand corrected. hey, crank the radio up. do you like WAR❝ yeah… BLACK SABBATH is my favorite ❞. you’ve got good taste, pal. say, what’s your name, stranger? ❝ROY KENT❞. ( lex ) { cis woman, 23, she/her, the outsiders, dupes not allowed } it isn’t every day you see someone that looks like NAILEA DEVORA wandering around these woods. lucky i picked you up, you give off sort of a CAMERA SMILE, MAKING SURE TO WATCH THE SUNSET, THE PEACEMAKER vibe, this town will eat you alive. you some kind of tax collector? ❝ WAITRESS AT MCDREAMYS, actually. in edgecastle ❞. oh, i stand corrected. hey, crank the radio up. do you like STUPID CUPID? ❝ yeah… CONNIE FRANCIS is my favorite ❞. you’ve got good taste, pal. say, what’s your name, stranger? ❝ SHERRI "CHERRY" VALANCE ❞ ( blue, 23, est, they/she )

{ cis woman, twenty-six, she/her, one tree hill, dupes not allowed } it isn’t every day you see someone that looks like RYAN DESTINY wandering around these woods. lucky i picked you up, you give off sort of a BRIGHT RED DOOR NO MATTER WHERE YOU GO, A MIRROR COVERED IN MEMORIES AND YOU IN THE CENTER, SEWING YOUR INITIALS AS AN ARTISTS SIGNATURE vibe, this town will eat you alive. you some kind of tax collector? ❝ FASHION DESIGNER, actually. in edgecastle ❞. oh, i stand corrected. hey, crank the radio up. do you like DIVA? ❝ yeah… BEYONCE is my favorite ❞. you’ve got good taste, pal. say, what’s your name, stranger? ❝ BROOKE DAVIS ❞ ( doom, 22, pst, she/her ) { nonbinary, twenty-four, they/them, archie comics, dupes not allowed } it isn’t every day you see someone that looks like CHANDLER KINNEY wandering around these woods. lucky i picked you up, you give off sort of a GARDEN AND CABIN DEEP IN THE WOODS, A WALL COVERED IN CONCERT TICKETS AND MERCH, A NOTEBOOK BY YOUR BEDSIDE FOR LATE NIGHT INSPIRATION vibe, this town will eat you alive. you some kind of tax collector? ❝ SALES CLERK AT SATURN IN PISCES, actually. in edgecastle ❞. oh, i stand corrected. hey, crank the radio up. do you like EVERYTHING IS EVERYTHING? ❝ yeah… LAURYN HILL is my favorite ❞. you’ve got good taste, pal. say, what’s your name, stranger? ❝ VALERIE BROWN ❞ ( doom, 22, pst, she/her ) { cis woman, twenty-two, she/her, yellowjackets, dupes not allowed } it isn’t every day you see someone that looks like ELLA PURNELL wandering around these woods. lucky i picked you up, you give off sort of a TOO AMBITIOUS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, THE FIRST FALL OF SNOW CATCHING ON YOUR EYELASHES, A CRACK IN YOUR PORCELAIN PEDESTAL vibe, this town will eat you alive. you some kind of tax collector? ❝ CASHIER AT STITCH-A-BEAR, actually. in edgecastle ❞. oh, i stand corrected. hey, crank the radio up. do you like SUNDAY MORNING? ❝ yeah… NO DOUBT is my favorite ❞. you’ve got good taste, pal. say, what’s your name, stranger? ❝ JACKIE TAYLOR ❞ ( DOOM )

lex — Today at 2:49 PM { cis male, forty one, he/him, queer as folk, dupes not allowed } it isn’t every day you see someone that looks like GALE HAROLD wandering around these woods. lucky i picked you up, you give off sort of a A SENSE OF ARROGANCE THAT COVERS UP HIS TRAUMAS, TRYING TO AVOID EMOTION BECAUSE HES SCARED OF BEING HURT & WANTING TO BE YOUNG FOREVER vibe, this town will eat you alive. you some kind of tax collector? ❝ PRINCIPAL actually. in edgecastle ❞. oh, i stand corrected. hey, crank the radio up. do you like FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT❝ yeah… ADAM LAMBERT is my favorite ❞. you’ve got good taste, pal. say, what’s your name, stranger? ❝BRIAN KINNEY❞. ( lex )

[boilyerheid]

WIP Weds: Terror but make it advertising AU

You should go talk, Silna signs emphatically, pointing after Jopson and giving Francis the sort of look that would make a lesser man quake when he doesn't immediately follow her directions. Francis might quake a little bit anyway, but nobody needs to know that as he makes a beeline after his fleeing assistant. 

Tommi is throwing up next to the smoking area, when he manages to find where she's run off to. She's a sorry sight with one hand braced on the distressed brick wall of the bar, and Francis dithers for a moment on propriety before gently pressing a hand to her upper back - he knows more than enough about the drunken spins, and hopes offering a modicum of stability will help.

"Sorry, sir," she only notices Crozier when she's done, immediately trying to straighten up and scrub a hand over her mouth and nearly toppling over in the process. Francis carefully takes her arm and guides her to one of the nearby picnic benches, forehead creased with concern. "Something I can do for you?"

"For Christ's sake no, Jopson. Just stay here while I get you some water," she shakes her head and grabs his sleeve when he goes to leave, and looks so stricken that Francis softens his voice. "I'm not angry with you, you just need to drink some water. You'll feel better."

"No, I- I need to talk to you, Mr Crozier. I meant to, I did, I need to, just…" she trails off from the nonsense jumble of a sentence, voice cracking. Francis looks her over with a mixture of concern and confusion bubbling in his chest and sinks down to sit beside her, choosing not to mention that she's still got a hold of his sleeve like a lost child. "I haven't been… I haven't been fully honest with you, sir. An-and it's only because I respect your opinion and I couldn't- I don't know what I'd do if you lost respect for me." 

"Why the hell would I ever lose respect for you?" Francis is seriously worried now, if he wasn't already, and touches Jopson's elbow to bring her focus back, still her slight drunken weaving even while sitting down. God, he knows a thing or two about having to get smashed to say what you mean, to force words past your throat that would otherwise have festered and died in your gut like an ulcer. "Are you in some kind of trouble? D'you need help?"

"N-No. I… I don't want you to hate me, sir," her voice cracks again and Francis thinks she's tearing up, oh lord. He doesn't know what to do with crying twenty-somethings, especially not one who follows him like a duckling. "I couldn't stand it if you hated me."

"Jopson, look at me. I'm not going to hate you," he enunciates clearly, trying to make sure he gets through the haze of booze he’s horribly familiar with, and yes, those are definitely tears in her eyes. Shit, she's breaking his heart. He's never wanted kids but Jopson apparently activates all the paternal instincts he never knew he had. "Now tell me what's wrong, and we'll look at it together. It's going to be okay. You're a smart girl, we'll figure it out, whatever it is." 

"I'm not, sir."

"Of course you are! You're one of the smartest-"

"No, I'm- I'm not a girl."

[typing-mbti]

Malcolm in the middle

I'm watching again this old sitcom, so funny ● 2000 vibes

Dad Hal - ENFP

Extrovert and fun, seems calm, is lost in his mind thinking at doing weird things lol he's also random and an attention seeker in love, very romantic.

Mum Lois - ESTJ

It's so obvious but still: it's not just the "I get my things done and yell at others" part, but everything: she's extrovert, direct, focused on the goal, pratical. A strong good woman.

Francis - ENFP

Also ENFP, we can see more the "NF idealist" approach to life, fighting for his values and freedom, appearing chaotic and rebellious. He's tricky, creative and good at dealing with people expecially when he wants to gain something, but deep down he has a good heart.

Reese - ESTP

Very "Se": doing, living in the moment, feeling relaxed and in touch with the real world. He is also rational, fascinated and good at dealing with real objects and experiencing them directly without worrying about the consequences.

Malcolm - ENTP

Always asking questions and thinking: he's the mind of the group, he feels superior but still has crazy ideas, he's an honest rational who says what he thinks.

Dewey - INFP

Stereotyped in an exaggerated and funny way: he is a spontaneous introvert, with no bad intentions, alone in his thoughts with a relaxed, soft mood and a unique way of being.

"Life is unfair"

[theunderneath]

My personal scp doctor headcannons, LETS DO THIS! (Some yandere stuff sprinkled in), and hopefully I'll make a part two

And of course, 👻 HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🦇

Dr. Alto Clef/Francis Wojciechoski

- I see him as a twink instead of the fat dad bod most people see him as. Just fits better in my opinion with the slippy snake vibe he got going on. Plus I'm more attracted to him when I imagine him as that (Not that I'm disrespecting the dad bod, can be sexy under right conditions)

- He can't play the ukulele for shit. The most he can do is play the alto clef note and some lullaby from where he's from. He could play if he wanted to learn, he just finds it more funny not too.

- I follow the time line where he's Francis Wojciechoski, that included Lilly being abuse toward him. I find it easy to make people yandere if they have past trauma, I also like soft yandere and don't like ones where Dr. Clef is an asshole for no reason. I've seen some writing where he's all grumpy and impatient. And I'm just like "No sweety, he might be a cocky dick. But he isn't cruel to people he loves." case and point, His daughter.

- My go to soft yandere that is happy just sitting on a coach and watching some movies while eating chips with you.

- Mean/rude to everyone except his darling. Especially dangerous to people who are cruel to his lover. He is a seasoned murder after all.

- His favorite place to punch is someone's throat because he likes the way they wheeze or how their words suddenly stop getting replaced with coughing.

- A tiny part of him is a sadist and he kinda hates it. Especially if his darling thinks of him as so. He'll just have to be a sadist with the people who told you that. He can at least do that right?

Dr. Benjamin Kondraki

- Dilf-

- Hard on the outside soft on the inside.

- Can for some reason drink a water bottle in like 2 seconds (Probably because he's dehydrated)

- My resident leg breaker. Will not hesitate to break his darlings legs if pushed to far.

- His house would look nice if it weren't for all of the photos scattered about.

- He learned to sword fight form his grandfather when he was younger. He thought it was cool so he kept learning and getting better at it.

- Has and will behead a man for any reason at any moment.

- He sends his butterfly to watch over his darling when he can't. They will report back to him if anything of note happen. Hell the butterfly's are probably a platonic yandere for the darling!

- Has a love hate relationship with children. Would like his own but any other are free game to punt.

Dr. Jack Bright

- My go to unstable yandere. One day he's nice, the other. He's off his fucking rocker.

- Always has a tint of red in his eyes because of the amulet.

- he is, in fact. Sane. At least to his standards. He's just unbelievable bored. So long doing the same thing each day, over and over again. Of course he'd get tired of everything day being the same. So why not cause some fun, not like it'd kill him.

- He gets whiplash seeing himself in new bodies every month. So he's covered each mirror in his house and put up some painting he likes.

- Always as some kind of female product for Dr. Rights or himself if he's in a woman's body. Weather it be pantie liner, pads/tampons, midol, etc. He also carried male products but I mean. Like come on those are just for himself, he won't give those to anyone.

- Gets along with females more than males. He thinks they're a little easier to talk to. Reason why he is close with Dr. Rights.

- He always, always has a pen or pencil on him. He has no idea why but some of the other researchers say he's the one stealing all of the pens and pencil. Like he collects them in a drawer in his office.

[ginger-snap-talkin-nonsense]

What’s your take on Big Nate? Exspcially, since its been turned into an actual show now, have you found it better or worse on the scale from Middle School to DOAWK?

I adore Big Nate it’s got more bite than DOAWK (not to say that series doesn’t have bite but less pronounced) and feels Calvin and Hobbes in terms of writing style and joke structure. All of the main characters are funny and has a very “what if Charlie Brown deserved it?” Vibe I just dig. I would say as a comic series it’s probably the one that held up the best consistently.

And hooooooly shit was that paramount+ show bad. Like me and my boyfriend spent an entire day watching every episode because we were stunned at how wrong everything was. Why is Francis a soft boy he’d shank you for a number 2 pencil and leave you bleeding until he finished his test so he could be the first done. Where the fuck is Gina the entire time she’s a delightful antagonist in the series and great foil to Nate, the decision to make DeeDee a main character is honestly a bad call and there’s so little of her in the comics they kinda just make up whatever they want about her and none of it is particularly funny. She’s a fucking gay theater kid do you know how poorly you have to be written not be enjoyable to me personally? Teddy gets maybe 2 lines the entire series, Godfrey is a raging bitch which is super missing the point that Nate hates her because she does her does job and cares about it, and absolutely does not deserve his bullshit. She cares about Nate. She’s the comics Edna Kerbappel and they just make her a Trunchbol. Nate’s dad has no dignity now he’s just weepy and pathetic which has removed his entire bite, his older sister feels stuck in an awkward place between actual older sister and mom figure (Nate’s dad is incredibly good at being a single father so we’re gonna take that away from em), Gordy is missing, Jenny is all over the place, not nearly enough fun is had with Artur, Chad is written like Mort in that weird Netflix show which isn’t Chad (many of the same writers worked for both), we decided of all things to keep the joke about the ‘haha unattractive tough girl who has a crush on Nate and he thinks she’s gross’ so that’s lovely, and Nate has been stripped of all character and bite to be a the character Nick actually clearly actually wanted to write about-Johnny Test. You can’t convince me this show isn’t Paramount+ attempting to cash in on JT during its brief reprise in popularity with the reboot on Netflix.

[txylorwrjtes]

(1.7) Hook Man: Part one

“Funerals and flashbacks”

Pairing: Dean x reader, eventual Sam x reader

Warning(s): Violence, angst, language, mentions of death, smidge of fluff

Summary: Y/N and the brothers investigate a series of supernatural deaths that appear to be morally driven. During the case, Y/N finds herself remembering her grief over the death of her parents.

Word count: 3723

Previous part || Supernatural rewrite S01 masterlist

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You sipped away at your favorite beverage as you looked around the outside of the café, people were coming in and out of the place as a few others sat at the tables around yours, either catching up on some reading as they enjoyed their meal or chatting with friends they met up with. It’s been a while since you’ve been to a place like this. And when you did, it was always with the Halliwell sisters every Saturday so all of you could have the chance to relax and talk about your week and all that you’ve done. It wasn’t much, just simple chit chat with one another about the things that bugged you and all of you bursting into a fit of laughter after one of you had said something funny. You know, like best friends would do.

Being at a café with the brothers was completely different. There was a long silence between you and the older Winchester as his brother was wrapping up a conversation with someone he managed to get a hold of using the payphone. You were weirded out to see that Dean was on the laptop, doing some research and trying to find a case for the three of you. It’s not something that he normally liked to do. He was always the one to talk to people, while Sam worked the computer and read through the articles. It was almost as though they had switched bodies.

But Dean didn’t seem as obsessed with finding his dad like his brother had thought. Sure, it would’ve been nice to know if the man was okay, but he couldn’t stop telling himself that John just didn’t want to be found.

"Your half-caff venti vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis." Dean spoke up for the first time in a few minutes, breaking you from your thoughts and causing you to glance up to see that his brother was walking back over to the table.

"Bite me." Sam muttered in annoyance, before sitting back in his seat next to Dean.

"So, anything?" You asked in a curious tone after taking another sip of your drink.

He put his card back into his jacket pocket and let out a frustrated sigh from the lack of answers he was getting. "I had them check the FBI's missing-person's databank. No 'John Does' fitting that description. I even ran his plates for traffic violations."

"I'm telling you, I don't think Dad wants to be found." Dean said, staring at his little brother. You bit down on your bottom lip when you took notice that the younger Winchester’s expression changed into a completely different one. He turned his head away from his brother and let out a quiet sigh as Dean changed the subject, turning the laptop over to him. "Check this out. News Item out of Plains Courier Ankeny, Iowa. It's about a hundred miles from here."

You got up from your seat and made your way around to where Sam sat, standing over him so that you could take a look at the news article for yourself. "'Mutilated body was found near the victim's car parked on nine mile road.'" Sam read off of the article, before looking over at his brother, wondering what was so special about this.

Dean picked up his coffee cup and gestured to the screen. "Keep reading."

"'Authorities are unable to provide a realistic description of the killer. The sole eyewitness, who's name has been withheld, is quoted as saying the attacker was invisible.'"

"Could be something interesting." You said, continuing to read the article a bit more.

"It could be nothing." Sam remarked. "One eyewitness who didn't see anything doesn't mean it's the invisible man."

"But what if it is?" Dean asked. "Dad would check it out."

~~~

It took a while to talk the younger Winchester into checking this possible case out. But he finally agreed to letting you and Dean drag him down to the location of where the victim lived. You were sitting in the backseat and staring out the window as the Impala pulled up towards the sidewalk, parking in front of a house that looked a bit too familiar to you. Not that you’ve been here before, but the vibe of the place had you believing that it was a frat house.

Not to mention, there were a group of boys that had to be just a few years or so younger than you roaming around the outside. A couple of them stood over one of the cars parked in the driveway as they worked on the engine with the hood popped up.

You’ve been to a place like this before, an old college friend of yours dragged you to a party that was located at a frat house. You didn’t want to go, you even begged her not to make you, but you still went. And it didn’t turn out to be as great as she promised you that it’d be. The majority of the boys were rude, and thought that you would’ve been an easy lay. Boy, were they wrong. You swore to yourself that you’d never step into a place like this ever again.

“Uh,” You leaned forward in your seat, looking over at Dean like he was insane for what he was about to make the two of you do. “I’m not going in there.”

You could see the way that the older Winchester furrowed his brows, as if he wasn’t getting what you were saying. “What do you mean?”

“First of all, I’m a girl .” You reminded him, “And this place is full of guys, who would probably go wild if I went in there, making that the second reason.”

Dean fought the urge to roll his eyes at your reasonings, as they didn’t seem to make any sense. But his little brother just so happened to agree with the fact it would’ve been a little too awkward for you to go inside of a place like this, especially when there wasn’t a party being thrown. He glanced between the two of you for a moment as a silence lingered between all of you for a few seconds, before speaking up on the matter himself.

“She’s right, Dean.” Sam said. You couldn’t help but let a smile stretch across your lips at the way he was agreeing with you. “I’m not saying girls aren’t allowed in places like this, but it’ll be extremely uncomfortable. Maybe you should just go in by yourself, I’ll stay here with Y/N.”

You watched as Dean arched a brow up at his brother, “Why don’t I stay out here with her?” He questioned him. You bit down onto your bottom lip, refraining yourself from rolling your own eyes from what he said next. “After all, she’s my girlfriend.”

He more than likely didn’t mean for it to happen, but the way he said it sounded a little too possessive, and you were growing nervous that the younger Winchester was just going to give in and get out of the car. But he knew better with how tense you were feeling around his brother the last few days, he wasn’t going to leave the two of you alone. “You’re better at talking to people than I am.” He gave an excuse that seemed like a good enough reason as to why he wouldn’t want to go in. “It’s part of the reason why I’m almost always doing the research.”

For a moment, you thought Dean wasn’t going to find that reason good enough. But after thinking it over, you had to keep yourself from letting out a sigh of relief when he got out of the car, shutting the door behind him before walking up to the young men standing around the front lawn. He said something to catch their attention and you scooted forward in your seat as he began to come up with a bogus lie in order to get inside of the house. You rested your arms onto the front seats, watching as in just a few moments, your boyfriend headed inside.

“Thank you for that.” You spoke up in a soft tone towards Sam. He furrowed his brows and looked back at you, wondering what you were thanking him for. “You know, for agreeing with me.. And not leaving me behind with him.”

Sam let out a chuckle at your words. “Hey, it’s the least I could do.” He said. “I’ve been feeling the tension you have with him since the day you decided you wanted to sleep in a different motel room.”

“Can you blame me, though?” You asked, watching as he just shook his head to answer your question. “Honestly, I’d rather go into a frat house again than to be alone with him right now.”

“Wait a min-” Sam’s brows slowly started to furrow together as he took a moment to process what you were saying. “You went to one of these before?”

“I did.” You said with a nod of your head, before deciding to go into a little more detail as to how you ended up in a place like this. “I was in college for a couple of years, and my best friend at the time wanted me to come to a party with her. You know, so I could end up being a little more social after meeting new people.” You explained to the man, who was listening to each word you were saying. “I was way too shy to go to places like these. Besides, I was the type of person who liked to study on a Saturday night. But she insisted until I finally gave in and went with her to this frat house. And let me just say- it was not a pleasant experience.”

With the expression on Sam’s face as he stared at you, it was almost like you were speaking in a language he had a hard time understanding. But you had it all wrong- he wasn’t confused, or weirded out by the fact that you had gone to college. He was intrigued. He knew that you’ve always been a smart girl, but he never knew that you wanted to go anywhere outside of high school. “What college did you go to?” He couldn’t help but ask.

“San Francisco university- I lived in that area, too.” You gave him an answer that had him inhaling a deep breath. All that time, you were less than an hour from where he had lived and he didn’t even know it.

“I was at Stanford,” He told you, and your eyes widened at the short amount of distance there had been between the two of you. You travelled all throughout the state of California, and you most definitely had gone to Palo Alto before, now you wished you would’ve bumped into him. “I was studying for a law degree, you know, until Jessica died. Now I-.. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I don’t even know if college is a good idea anymore, now that I’m back on the road and hunting.”

A frown fell upon your lips at what you were hearing. You were in that position once before, too. When your parents died, you didn’t know if you wanted to go back to college, but you did. The second time, you went to the one Phoebe had suggested to you quite a couple of times- Berkeley. You managed to finish it, and got your degree to become an advice columnist, knowing that it was something you’ve wanted to be your whole life. Because helping others was your passion. Now, you were helping others in a much different way.

You reached up and placed a hand on his shoulder, in a way to comfort him. “I know what you mean.” You said, deciding to bring the columnist part of you back for a moment. “Believe me, I do. But you can’t give up on your dreams, when you find your dad you should definitely go back.”

Sam said, he reached his own hand up and placed it on top of yours, giving it a gentle squeeze as he gave you a small smile, as if to say thank you for the small piece of advice. For some reason, the touch sent a tingling sensation down your spine, and you had a feeling that your hand would’ve fit perfectly into his if you just held onto it.

Silence lingered in the air between the two of you again as you just kept your hands like this. Yours placed upon his shoulder, and his placed upon your own. But after what like minutes, you pulled your hand away when you heard the driver’s side door open up.

The car shook a bit as the older Winchester settled himself back into his seat, finally coming back from talking to one of the boys about their friend’s death. He didn’t seem to notice what had happened with you and his brother, and you gave him a look, wondering what went down in that house. But all he did, was turn to you and ask a question that didn’t leave you with a good feeling.

“Who’s up to crashing a funeral?”

~~~

It's been a couple of weeks since your parents were killed. Your mother's body was never found after they managed to put out the fire. But they did find your dad's. Darryl Morris was the one to give you the news, considering how he was good friends with the Halliwell's. Your dad's body was back at the morgue, and they were all waiting on you to decide where and when the funeral was going to be held. You were putting it off for days, not only because your mother wasn't found, but because you knew that if it happened, it'd mean that your dad was really gone. And you couldn't bring yourself to say goodbye. But Leo managed to convince you that it was best to let him go. And if your mother was dead, it would also be a way of saying that you were letting her go as well.

And that's how you were now standing in front of the church, the same church that Prue's funeral was held in. All of the people you sent invitations to, the friends you had back in your old home town, your parent's friends, family members that you haven't seen in ages, along with a couple people you recently made friends with.. they were there. The majority of them were inside already, a few were just heading inside.

But you just stood there, with tear stained cheeks as you stared at the building in front of you. The Halliwell's were surrounding you, letting you know that they were there for you, and will continue to be whenever you decide that you are ready.

At this point, you've grown close to Paige. Perhaps it was because she was in the same boat as you. She was adopted, just like you. She treated her parents poorly, just like you. And she lost them in a tragic accident, just like you. Or perhaps, you didn't know why. But she was the one who took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze out of comfort and told you that you could do this.

After inhaling a deep breath, you were ready to go. Everybody was waiting for you to get this started. And that's what you were going to do, because you knew it's what your dad would've wanted.

~~~

You stepped inside the church the boy back at the frat house told Dean about as the reverend spoke right after brothers. You flinched slightly when you heard the front door slam shut roughly behind you as the sound echoed off the walls. You watched as the room became silent as a few pairs of eyes jumped on you for a moment. You smiled, letting out a quiet laugh as you tried your hardest to hide your embarrassment. You followed behind Dean to the bench in the very back of the church, settling yourself down in between the brothers as the reverend continued with his speech.

"The loss of a young person is particularly tragic. A life unlived is the saddest of passing..."

You tried your best to listen to what he had to say, you found yourself zoning out from what was going on around you when memories of your dad's funeral flooded through the back of your mind again. Instead of a reverend, it was you who stood up where the microphone was.

~~~

"Uh.. I just wanted to thank everybody for coming today." You nearly stuttered out, you've been up at the stand for a couple of minutes. It took awhile for you to speak, every time you opened up your mouth, more tears started running down your face and you had to wipe them away. But after taking a deep breath, you continued. "I know that for some of you it was a long plane ride out here."

Everyone in the building was silent, and you had studied each and every person to realize you weren't the only one that was a wreck over your mom and dad's death. Some were clutching onto the tissues they had brought, not wanting to look up at the coffin that was right behind you. Others had eyes that were red and puffy from all of the crying they had done just after stepping inside of the church. And a few people broke into sobs just from the few words you spoke. You bit the inside of your cheek, trying your best to keep yourself composed.

"My mom's wasn't found, but there's no doubt that she's gone, too. And maybe that's not such a negative thing. My parents are together in heaven, and they're happy." You said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, your vision blurring with tears. You gave a weak smile. "Some of you are people who worked with my dad, and a couple of you are neighbors that my mom became friendly with over the years.. If there was one thing that I knew about them, it's that they cared for each and everyone of you standing in this room today."

Your voice cracked, but that didn't matter anymore. Your dad was gone, and crying while you spoke was bound to happen. You reached a hand up to wipe a few more tears away, letting out a shaky breath before continuing with what you had to say. "They'd both be really happy that you came here." You said. "I know that goodbyes are tough, but my dad wouldn't want us to think of this as a goodbye, more as a 'see you later'."

~~~

The feel of someone nudging you in the side brought you back to the present. You looked over to your right to see that Sam was giving you a look of concern from seeing the tears that were streaming down your face. He mouthed the question, "Are you okay?" to you. You gave him a small smile and nodded your head yes. It was a lie, but you knew that you'd be fine eventually.

You let out a quiet sigh and turned your attention forward, before ducking your head down and closing your eyes after taking notice that everyone seemed to have been in the middle of a prayer.

~~~

Soon after the funeral ended, everyone exited the church. You and the boys stepped outside and waited until you could find Lori. You watched two girls exit as they mumbled something about plans, but the one in the green shirt was making up an excuse as to why she couldn't go. You walked up to her after she said goodbye to her friend, the boys following behind.

"Are you Lori?" You asked from behind. She turned around and made eye contact with you, she smiled and nodded her head. "My name is Y/N. This is Sam and Dean, my best friend and...my boyfriend." You pointed to the boys as Dean waved at her while Sam smiled. "They just transferred to the University. I'm just here to be with them for a few days until they get settled into their new place."

She nodded her head again. "I saw you inside."

"We don't want to bother you. But we heard about what happened." Sam explained, moving his hands around as he talked.

"We just wanted to say how sorry we were." Dean added.

"I kind of know what you're going through." Sam confessed with a small smile. "I-I saw someone get hurt once. It's something that you don't forget."

You could say the exact same thing, but you decided to stay quiet. Because it was years ago. The death of Jessica and Lori’s boyfriend were recent, you already had your time to grieve. At least, that’s what you wanted to keep telling yourself. Sure, you didn’t get out of bed for weeks after your parents died, but a couple of things today brought back memories of the time you utterly broken. And those feelings were beginning to bubble back up to the surface.

Lori nodded her head as if she understood where the younger Winchester was coming from. She felt silent for a few moments, and you found your attention slowly drifting over to the man coming up behind her, who you presumed to be her father. The young girl turned to look at him when he had rested a hand on her shoulder, flashing a smile at the four of you. "Dad, this is Sam and Dean. They're new students." Lori pointed at the brothers, before introducing you. "And this is Y/N."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." Dean flashed a smile as he put out his hand for the reverend to shake. "I must say that was an inspiring sermon."

"Thank you very much." The reverend said while dropping his hands to his side. "It's so nice to find young people who are open to the Lord's message."

Dean chuckled as the three of you looked at one another. You smiled at the reverend. "Listen we're new in town, actually." You explained, walking away from Sam and Lori so that you and Dean could talk to the reverend.

~~~

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L4D SPN AU, except all my information about SPN is from fanfiction and general osmosis, and also i refuse to stick to canon

or: the au wherein Ellis is a Hunter searching for his buddy/adopted brother Keith, and Nick is the demon he manages to drag along. ft. Nellis, lots of hijinks, and also Everyone Else being tired of Nick and Ellis’ stupid, stupid, slow burn romance

roles beneath the cut, because i wanna Talk About Everyone

Ellis, resident Hunter! has been looking for his adopted brother Keith for years, and is stubborn enough to keep going forever, probably. his dad got murdered by something supernatural in front of him, and the only reason he’s still alive is that his mom got there in time. was taught everything about being a Hunter by his mother, and while he’s really good at it, it’s not a job he’s overly fond of

Nick, local crossroad demon, just trying to skate on by and have a good time. raised as a mob kid, he’s really good at conning people and making deals, but would really prefer not to get involved with anything Hell-related. kind of does not vibe with them, at all. working with Ellis was supposed to be a temporary thing, but then he got attached, and it’s terrible

Coach, owner of a little roadside dinner that Ellis and Nick ends up spending a lot of time at. kind of accidentally becomes the Dad of their little group, against all reason. literally knows nothing about the supernatural, but is taking it in strides. really really tired of the slowburn Nellis. literally the kind of guy who is friends with everyone, and is wildly loved by the whole community. knows how to use a shotgun, but only a shotgun

Rochelle, a literal angel come down to smite Nick’s entire ass. was supposed to figure out why a demon is working with a Hunter because of Secret Apocalypse Reasons, but kind of grew soft for Ellis and Coach. terrifying in every fucking way. thinks guns are really neat. loves fucking with Nick. her and Coach are besties who shit talk Nick and complains about Nellis <3

Bill, veteran Hunter with a squad of duckling idiots following him around. knows Ellis’ mother. well-known in the Hunter community, and knows A Lot about supernatural creatures. helped out everyone in his little squad, and is immensely soft for them all, though hell he’d let them know this

Zoey, Bill’s adopted daughter, she was saved by him when she was very young, and through Sheer Stubbornness, managed to convince him to teach her how to Hunt. the youngest of the group, but also the toughest after Bill. also tends to take on the leader role, and push Francis and Louis around. surprisingly easy-going when not on a Hunt

Francis, was framed by a shapeshifter for a crime he didn’t commit, and ended up teaming up with Bill and Zoey to get the shifter. literally broke out of jail to go kill a fucker. is technically a wanted man. is the most gung-ho of the gang, and has almost died more times than anyone can count. bickers with Zoey a lot, but would do anything for her

Louis, the greenest of the squad, and also the one least likely to be involved in the action. the sole survivor of some kind of supernatural event, helping to hunt down monsters is the one thing that makes him feel better about it. super good at research and putting clues together; also knows a weird amount of random, dangerous, stuff. like how to build pipe bombs. can shoot a gun, but generally prefers not to get included in the murder. has absolutely bludgeon a monster to death at one point or another though

Keith, Ellis’ adopted brother. him and his brother, Paul, was taken in by Ellis’ mother when their parents were murdered. has been missing in action for some years; last Ellis heard, he was looking for Paul. is somehow involved in the Super Secret Apocalypse stuff going on, but absolutely no one cares

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

could i get axis, allies, spain, romano, prussia, canada & hong kong finding out their best friend is ace? this might be a weird request but my dad didnt take it well when i came out earlier tonught and its ok if you dont want to write this one

Updated because I forgot Toni! D:

America:

Alfred lets out a single, surprised "Dude." He then gives you the biggest, brightest smile you have ever seen, warming you from the inside out. "That is so cool!" He has questions, of course, most of them revolving around "How did you find out?" and "Wait, are you telling me you don't think Chris Evans is hot?" Overall, he is a big ball of positivity, though he's much more serious when asking if you wanted to meet up with the local PFLAG sometime. He often attends meetings anyway; there's usually free food, and he's heard some really awesome presentations. Overall though, he is your biggest, most enthusiastic ally, in this and every adventure you two have ahead.

Canada:

Matthew doesn't really have time to process your words, whispered in a sudden rush just as the opening credits for the film were starting, but then he catches on. He quickly shoves aside his surprise at not realizing before; he wants to take the remote from you, barricaded as it is within the depths of your blanket fort, but you have a firm grip on it, gaze riveted to the television. He takes a moment to study your tense frame, notices how nervous you were to tell him. With a soft sigh of fond exasperation, he slides closer to you, lightly elbowing you in the side. When he knows he's caught your attention, he offers a wide smile, a silent affirmation that has you dropping your head into his chest in relief, a soft: "Thanks, Mattie," escaping in a contented hum.

China:

Yao is- in a word- confused. In some ways, he is very much the old man he pretends not to be, and his lack of knowledge about queer history is an indicator of that. At first, he would ask if you meant to become a monk; is this some form of abstinence? When did you decide this? Were you vegan, too? It would take patience to explain it to him in full, and there will be some slip-ups. But he absolutely adores you; with a little time, a lot of patience, and maybe a few conveniently misplaced books, he'll understand. And even in that time before- He's always going to be there for you.

England:

Arthur is surprised. Sometimes your jokes are dirtier than his, and Lord knows you have an eye for attractive people. But thinking back, he's never seen you hold more than a passing fancy in anyone, and every date you were on never lasted longer than a few hours. He can tell you're nervous about having told him, anxiously turning away from him to put all your energy into glaring at the canal water. Gently, he steps closer to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, the acceptance in his gestures. He doesn't bother with words; your sigh of relief is confirmation enough that he doesn't need any anyway.

France:

Francis is flattered that you're confiding in him, and he offers immediate, enthusiastic support. He's touched that you trusted him enough to tell him. He's had several partners in the past who have also fallen on the spectrum, and it made him perhaps one of the more understanding nations. He would ask you if there was anything he could do to support you further, and thanks you for telling him. No matter what, he will always love you for who you are, and treasures your friendship just as much as before. 

Germany:

Ludvig was startled when you flopped onto the couch beside him, top of your head just missing his thigh, your admission groaned in a series of hypothetical questions that were all too pointed to be anything but truthful. Gently closing his book to set it aside, he placed his hand on your back, lightly brushing it back-and-forth in what he hoped to be a comforting gesture. He wasn't really surprised; seeing your interactions with others all hinted at it. But, he could tell it was bothering you and makes certain to reassure you, a firm, unwavering presence always by your side.

Hong Kong:

Leon has suspected for a while now. It wasn't necessarily clear from your words or your mannerisms, but there was just something about your vibe that gave him hints. When you brought up the courage to confide in him, confirming his suspicions, he feels an overwhelming sense of humility. He thanks you for confiding in him, fully aware of how hard coming out can be. While he may not personally understand it, he easily accepts it as just another part of who you are. And in his opinion? You're always gonna be a badass, and he has a dozen more pranks he wants to play with you.

Japan:

Kiku is a bit relieved, truth be told. He tries not to show how happy he is to have one of his closest friends also fall on the spectrum, instead focusing that energy into a smile of gratitude, thanking you for telling him. He has never really felt the need to come out himself, having long ago just accepted it as part of who he is. He can't really repress his contentment as you turn back to your otome game, your eyes furrowed in concentration. He makes a note to subtly recommend some ace-positive manga to you, knowing that even a little representation can be a constant reassurance.

Prussia:

Gilbert is honestly confused at first; what on earth is that? He's familiar enough with the meanings for LGBT, but he hasn't heard the term "asexual" before. He's quick to reassure you that he's not trying to be a dick; he's genuinely confused. As you start to explain, he feels his confusion morph into surprise and a bit of relief. He didn't realize there was actually a word for how he felt, let alone a whole community. He gives you a smile, declares that you're still awesome enough to be graced with the honour of his presence before he resumes his game, mentally making a note to do more research on his own.

Romano:

Lovino is... To be honest, he's torn. He's long ago familiarized him with a bunch of orientations- between Felice and Cello he really didn't have much choice in the matter- but oddly enough asexuality hadn't been one of them. The concept is kind of hard to wrap his head around. You aren't interested in sex? Are you serious? He doesn't get it, not really. But, he knows how hard it can be to be open with others, and he appreciates how much you trust him enough to confide in him. He takes your hand across the table- nearly spilling your drinks in the process- and assures you that he's always got your back, no matter what.

Russia:

Ivan is wholeheartedly supportive, taking you mildly by surprise. You had expected him to be a little leery of the concept, perhaps even opposed to it. He won't lie; he's kind of hurt at the assumption and is quick to reassure you that nothing comes in the way of how much he loves you. You're his friend- his closest confidant- and all he cares about is knowing that you're happy and safe, that helping you embrace who you are to feel comfortable in your own skin is his top priority. If there is any sort of fallback to fear, it's his threat to expect an increase of illegal memes, all of them based on ace puns and pride.

Spain:

Antonio is very nonchalant about the whole situation. He takes it in stride as easily as if you were to say it was going to partially cloudy tomorrow, never ceasing the swinging of your hands as you continue wandering the Gothic Quarter. He is very casual with his questions: How long have you known? Have you told anyone else? Upon confirmation to these and the dozen or so other questions he has for you, he simply gives your hand a small squeeze, twirling you as soon as there's enough space in the alley. He wants to make sure you feel comfortable around him, and it's his small way of assuring you that you can always tell him anything.

Veneziano:

Feliciano starts to panic, just a little. Had he overstepped your boundaries? Had he ever made you uncomfortable? You're quick to reassure him, his worrying ironically making the conversation a lot easier. He has dozens of questions for you- all of them revolving more about the specifics. Are you still interested in romance? Are you under the general ace umbrella, or were you possible demi or grey? Did you want him to cancel the blind date he set up for you? If anything, Feli is immediately invested, only wanting to make sure that you always felt loved and safe with him, and promising that you can always tell him anything.

Anon,

I'm sorry it didn't go well with your dad. I know from firsthand experience how hard it can be to come out to someone, and unfortunately, I also know how much it hurts not finding the love and acceptance you had been hoping for.

Please know that you are always accepted for who you are here. My inbox is always open if you ever want to talk, and my ask is always open in case you would prefer to remain anonymous.

Please take care, Lovely. Don't lose hope. <3

[seaspiritwrites]

21 questions

Approximately 8000 years ago, @ofaclassicalmind tagged me to answer these questions, and I definitely forgot all about it until I was cleaning out my inbox today.

So...better late than never. I guess?

Nickname(s): In fandom, sea. Which works out pretty well, considering my actual name begins with "C" and I enjoy a good homophone.

Zodiac sign: Leo with Pisces rising. A walking contradiction, essentially.

Height: 5′5"

Last movie I saw: Rocketman. It somehow managed to be both whimsical and moving at the same time, and I highly recommend it, especially if you're an Elton John fan. It's worth it for the visuals and music alone, but I also thought Taron Egerton was fantastic! Oh, and spoiler alert: Richard Madden can't sing. AT ALL.

Last thing I googled: 1943 calendar, because I have been working on a fic set in that year for nearly 12 months and apparently can't be bothered to bookmark one.

Favorite musician: Impossible to choose. I grew up in a house full of 70s and 80s music, so artists like Billy Joel, Elton John, and John Mellencamp remind me of my childhood. I suppose 90s boy bands do, too, but we don't need to talk about that...

When I'm writing, I love classical music. Daniel Hope's "Spheres" album is a current favorite. I also, for some reason, have always loved the sound of uilleann pipes.

Other blogs: Nope!

Following: 131

Followers: 232 (Wow, when did that happen? Thanks, all!)

Do I get asks: Not many, but a few. And they're always welcome!

Amount of sleep: 7-8 hours, if I have my way. Less than 6 and things get very bad, very fast.

Lucky numbers: 7, because July is my birthday month and I am extraordinarily uncreative in this area.

What I’m wearing: Soft gray lounge pants and a two-tone blue baseball shirt. (You'd think I planned that, but I really didn't.)

Dream job: Honestly, I (mostly) enjoy my job as an academic writer/editor. BUT, if we're talking DREAM dream job, then I have to say novelist. Terribly predictable for a fic writer, I know.

Dream trip: England, Scotland, and Ireland. I have heritage in all three countries, and I haven't made it to any of them. Yet!

Favorite food: Bread. Seriously, I could live on bread (and maybe some cheese) if we didn't need pesky things like vitamins in our diet.  

Instruments: I played clarinet in junior high. It's still around somewhere, but I highly doubt I could play it anymore.

Languages: English. I took Spanish in high school, and I can remember things like colors and foods and how to ask where the bathroom is or how much something costs. Sadly, that's about it.

Favorite song: Another impossible question, as it tends to vary based on my mood and current life circumstances. I've been digging "Through the Ages" by Cloud Cult (an indie band from my area) lately. It weirdly gives me Jaime x Brienne reincarnation vibes.

Random fact: According to family lore, I am distantly related on my dad's side to Francis Scott Key, who penned "The Star-Spangled Banner." Is it true? Who knows!

Aesthetic: Cool colors, especially blues and greens, with a bit of tan or brown. Lots of nature photos on the wall, books piled on every surface, soft blankets, mismatched but comfortable furniture. Lounge wear within minutes of walking through the front door, jeans and tall boots or sandals (depending on the season) when I'm out.