#sorry just saw one tagging stuff with 'tw male'

[gender-euphowrya]

jesus fuck are they fucking okay are the idiot dumbshit vom stain terves fucking okay

[smolgloves]

A Moment's Meditation

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Summary: Tav opens up about their past

Tw: Death mentions, blood mentions, angst

Dusk began to settle on the monastery, shades of reds and oranges splashed the sky, leaving a breathtaking view to watch together.

However, Tav was in a deep trance, their eyes shut as they sat cross legged on the worn down cobblestone. Freya had known monks were serious about their meditation but it had been two hours!

“You're going to miss it.”

Tav gave a faint smile. “Oh, I'm seeing it in ways you couldn't imagine.”

Freya couldn't help but roll her eyes. “I don't think I'll ever comprehend your monk phrases.”

“Is it so hard to believe that I can see a sunset with more than just sight?” They asked with a chuckle. “I can feel the rays of the sun on my skin, hear the birds chirping before they turn in for the evening, and I can sense the waning patience of a tiny companion wanting some company.”

Her face immediately flushed. “Y-You're making that last part up!”

Tav finally gave in, opening their eyes to see a flustered Freya standing on a vine tangled ledge. Their smile only broadened. “Okay, the last part was just me hearing your sighs.” They got up to look out at the view, leaning against the ledge just meters away from Freya. “But you're right, I shouldn't miss gazing upon the sunset.”

Finally, they could finally enjoy watching the sunset together! Freya's ulterior motive for tagging along with Tav was in effect, with everything going on, the two hardly had alone time together. If anything, Astarion had seized more time with Tav than her, but fortunately, he refuses to hang around when Tav is meditating.

Now she understands why.

“So… does this monastery help you… while you meditate?” Freya asked awkwardly.

“In a sense, I didn't practice the teachings of Lathander much, but this place does help me find peace amidst the chaos.”

In Freya's years of living, she didn't know much about monks, it wasn't like she saw a lot in Skaars Hollow. “How did you become a monk?”

A soft sigh emanated from their lips. “Now that is a story of the past.”

~~~

A young Tav had wandered the streets of Wyrm’s Crossing for days, traveling into alleys to dig through the trash. No one seemed to stop to help the child, they had no idea where to go. The world they grew up in had now turned terrifying, why couldn't mummy and daddy just wake up already?

It was a particularly chilly night for the lost halfling, huddling into the alley with their face buried in their knees. Tears fell down Tav's cheek, their world seemed uncertain now.

It wasn't until the sound of a crash broke the child from their sobs.

“Would you be quiet?” A male voice said. “Your recklessness will get us caught!”

“It's the dead of night, Tror. Who's out here?”

Despite their snappy tone, the feminine voice sounded soft and kind, like their mum. Pushing themselves off the cold ground, Tav shuffled over to investigate. Their eyes widened as they saw two beings much smaller than a halfling digging through a sack of trash that was torn open!

“You'd think the tenants of this place wouldn't throw out such exquisite stuff.” The dark haired woman said, holding up a hair pin that gleamed in the moonlight.

“They're elves,” Tror scoffed. “They probably threw it out cause it was last year's fashion.”

“Oh well, our gain.” The woman replied with a chuckle. “Now let's head to Sharess’ Caress, I bet they threw out a lot of food!”

As the two headed for the opening of the alley, Tav stepped out of the shadows. “E-excuse me, I need help.”

The tiny beings stopped in their tracks, letting silence filled the alley for a long time. It wasn't until Tav took a few steps closer that they moved.

“Stay back!” The tiny red headed man turned to face Tav, he pulled out a sewing pin like a sword pointed at Tav, while keeping in front of the woman. “Do not take another step!”

“I-I'm sorry…” Too many times Tav was met with nasty responses by people when they asked for help. Why did they think this time would be different?

“Hold on.” The woman stepped forward in the light, her honey colored eyes studied Tav like mum did when she was trying to find out if they were fibbing about something. After what felt like a million years to Tav, the tiny woman spoke. “You're a child.”

Tror grabbed the lady's wrist pulling her closer to him. “Does that matter, that's a big folk!”

A small giggle slipped out of the halfling's mouth, no one had ever called them big before.

“Oh hush, Tror, they can't be anymore than six summers old.” She broke away from him and smiled at Tav. “What sort of threat can a child pose?”

“Many that you neglect to think of apparently.” He grumbled.

“Pay him no mind, we just have to be extra careful due to our size.” She said, “My name is Piper, what is yours?”

“Tav.”

“Tav,” She repeated in a sweet voice. “What are you doing out here? It's not safe for a little one.”

“Mu-Mummy and daddy won't wake up.”

Piper pursed her lips. “Pray tell, what do you mean?”

They didn't know the answer, but hot tears pricked the corners of their eyes. Tav had spent an entire day trying to shake them awake, they didn't even sleep on their bed, they laid on the ground.

Tror stepped forward “Piper, there's blood on their shoes.”

When Tav was trying to wake up mum and dad, they were laying in a puddle of blood, but why did that matter? They get cuts when they play outside. “Did they get a bad cut?”

Piper's gaze softened at the child. “Something like that...”

Tror stepped in front of Piper. “This is all very sad, but we have to go.”

“We can't just leave them!”

“What would you have us do?” He ran his hands through his fiery colored hair. “Take them home?”

“Can I?” Tav asked. “Just so for a day, out of the cold?”

Piper's eyes only softened at Tav. “I'm afraid our home is too small for you, but don't worry, we'll do something.” She grew quiet, the motherly demeanor morphing into one of uncertainty. She stood there, glancing between Tav and the streets beyond them, the features on her face scrunched up as she racked her brain for an idea.

“The Open Hand Temple!” She gasped out. “The monks could help you!”

“The temple?!” Tror cried out. “That's on the other side of town!”

Piper glared at her partner with her hands on her hips. “It's the only place I know that would be safe for them.”

Tav had heard of the monks before, but they didn't know much about them, did mum and dad know more about them? “Will they really help me?”

“Of course they will.” Piper clasped her hands together. “Now, let's make haste, you shouldn't be out here any longer.”

She took confident strides towards the child, seeing her closer made Tav realize just how tiny she was, she didn't even reach their knees. “Kneel down, and hold your hands out like so.” She said, cupping her hands. Tav did exactly what she said, their eyes glued to her as she climbed into the child's hands.

She was so warm compared to Tav's icy hands; they felt a little bad she had to deal with that, but she didn't seem to mind. “Now, follow my instructions and we'll get you there before midnight.”

“Have you gone mad?” Tror shouted as he ran up to them. “We can't just guide a child through the streets, what If someone sees us?”

“At this hour?” Piper jeered. “You worry too much, my love.”

Fierce brown eyes glared up at the two. “I will not go along with this, I'm sorry Piper but this is too dangerous.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

Piper gave a shrug. “I'm not going to make you come on this dangerous quest with us. Just go back home and I'll be back within a tenday.”

His eyes nearly bulged out of his head. “You're serious?!”

Piper didn't respond to him, she just looked up at Tav with a smile. “Let's go hun.”

Tav was hesitant to go, they didn't want Piper in trouble, but finding a warm place was more dire. They stood up and headed out of the alley, they didn't get very far before the sound of feet hitting the road followed behind them.

“Okay, wait! I'll come along!”

~~~

“And then I was taken to the temple. It wasn't until later that a monk took me to the mountains to train under the ways of the four elements.”

As Tav wrapped up their story, Freya could only conjure up more questions in her head. “And what of the borrowers?”

“They left before I reached the steps.” Tav smiled as they continued to reminisce. “I would leave out scraps of my food under my bed but I never saw them again.”

“I suppose that was to be the outcome.” Freya's words didn't match her views; she understood why they never kept in contact, but if she were in that position, she probably would have at least wanted to make sure the child was adjusting, maybe even give a proper goodbye. But Freya knew she was being biased.

“I wouldn't dare to hold that against them.” They broke away from Freya's gaze to watch the sun dip into the horizon. “They did a lot for me in that short moment, I'm not sure I'd be here if it weren't for them.”

“You mean with the tadpoles?” Freya gave a cheeky grin.

Tav snorted in response. “Oh absolutely! If it weren't for the tadpoles, I wouldn't have great company.”

“I guess you have a point, you and Astarion are becoming such good friends.” She teased back, but the borrower felt a trace of venom laced in her words.

“I'm not just talking about Astarion.” A dashing smirk flickered onto the halfling's lips. “I've had a soft spot for borrowers since I've met them, so meeting you has been one of my favorite memories so far.”

A blush scorched Freya's pale cheeks, hearing them say that was like a symphony to her. She couldn't believe that traveling with Tav would make her heart sputter like this, if only she knew if Tav thought of her this way. Freya turned towards the breathtaking view to enjoy this small moment with Tav. “Me too…”

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚'𝐯𝐢, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐚'𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮�� 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɴᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ ᴛᴇ ꜱᴜʟɪ ᴛꜱʏᴇʏᴋ'ɪᴛᴀɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ᴛᴀʏʀᴀɴɢɪ ɴᴀ'ᴠɪ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ꜱɪᴅᴇᴡᴀʟᴋꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴋᴇʟᴇᴛᴏɴꜱ - ɢᴏᴛʜ (ꜱʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ + ʀᴇᴠᴇʀʙ)

TW: Avatar Frontier of Pandora Spoilers, side effects, love at first sight

A/N: Sorry that the tag doesn't work :(

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The kids had gone to get Norm, Max, other scientists and their dad. When the adults came to see the cryosleep pods, they were in shock when they saw them. How could they have missed this building, when the kids told them about avatars being in the pods, they got to work in trying to figure out how they could get the pods to open.

It was hard since not all of the pods were able to open, it's been a long time that anyone had been in here, all except for one. Norm and Max managed to get the only available pod to open. Once the pod had opened, they all saw how a female na'vi that what seemed to be 15 years old came out. Then a scientist approached the girl, looking for any sign of movements.

You slowly began to open your eyes, but you were met with a light being flashed in your eyes, causing your pupils to dilate. "Hello? Can you hear me?" the human lady asked, while pointing her flashlight in your eyes and snapping her fingers close to your ears. You groaned and slowly sat up. "Take it easy" the lady kindly said, you moved your upper body a bit, then you looked around, seen the many human and two adult na'vi in the room. "Wha... who are you?" you asked in a raspy voice, feeling yourself weak, it must have been the side effect from the cryosleep. You felt unconfutable and dizzy. "She needs to be put under observation" the lady said towards the others.

Then came two males who were na'vi, at least they looked like na'vi. One of them looked very human and the other looked like the na'vi you've been taught in class. "It's okay, just take it easy." One of them said, helping you get up from the pod. You felt your legs feel weak and trembling. Both of the na'vi men got a hold of you on each side of your body and helped you walked slowly. "Where is... m-my teacher..." you asked weakly, trying to hold onto the men as much as possible. "You'll know everything you need to know, but we have to treat you first" the man said, as him and the other walked you out the room.

You were taken to what seemed to be an outdoor lab, it was in some kind of hidden camp that no one knew about except for them. This was your first time out from the base and into the woods, the woods weren't as bad as the RDA had made it sound, it was more peaceful then dangerous, it was also beautiful. How could the RDA make something beautiful sound awful.

You had been sitting on a big stool, after you had been given something to eat and water to drink, the same lady had began to check on you. She checked your vision, hearing, body movements and every other thing that needed to be checked. "So far so good" the lady said, while writing stuff down on her clip board. You looked around the tent and saw the many things that they had, very interesting, this got you to wonder how much time has passed.

Then a man that had barely to little clothes and dreads came in the tent. "How is she?" he asked the lady, who looked up at him. "She's alright, she still has to take it easy though, her body's trying to get used to being awake again, she may feel nauseous or dehydrated, but so far so good." She explained to the man, who simply nodded. "Thank you" he said, then the lady left the tent, leaving both you and the guy alone.

"Hey kid" he said, getting closer to you. "Hello Sir" you said politely as you stood up, out of respect. The man looked surprised by your action, but got to the point. "You may not know me, but I'm Jake Sully, who may you be?" he asked politely. You then stock out your hand to him, revealing your three fingers and thumb to him, showing that you're a full na'vi and not an avatar. "My name is Y/n L/n, from class 03" you said, then Jake took your small hand and shook it. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Y/n" he said, and you responded "like wise, sir."

Jake couldn't help but notice how much of a human you were, sure you were a full na'vi, but yet you acted like a human. Then his kids Kiri, Lo'ak, Spider, and Tuk had come in, followed by Neteyam who had tried to prevent them from going inside the tent. "Is she okay?" "How is she doing?" they had bombarded their father with questions about your health. "Alright, Alright! Stay calm! She's okay" Jake said while calming down the kids. You looked at the kids, they were just like you, except for the small human boy, the other kids were around what looked to be your age, if not younger. Then you looked at the oldest boy, who had a look of embarrassment due to him not being able to keep the other kids from out side the tent.

He then looked at you, in the eyes, you couldn't explain why but you suddenly felt the time stop. He couldn't help but send you a friendly smile, in which you politely bowed your head to the boy. You did the same towards him, out of politeness. Then the youngest out of all the kids came up to you and studied you a bit, she got a good look at you. From your face and what you were wearing. "What's your name?" she asked. "I'm y/n l/n, from class 03. What class are you in?" you asked, making the kid laugh. "I'm Tuk, and I'm not in any class." She said.

Finally Jake got his other kids to calm down, then he turned back to you who was now interacting with his youngest daughter. "Kids, this is Y/n, the girl that was in the pod" he said gesturing to you, who sent them a polite smile. One thing you noticed about them was not that they weren't wearing a uniform like you were, there wore little to nothing, it was so issue since you've learned that's what na'vi wore. "Hey you know what, y/n probably needs some fresh air, she's been sleeping for who knows how long." Tuk suggested, then she took your hand and lead you away from everyone, but they followed right behind. Before Neteyam could go with them, he was pulled aside towards his father. "Keep an eye on Y/n, if anything happens bring her back, do you understand boy?" he asked his son, who nodded his head towards his father. "Yes sir" he said, then he left to follow the group of kids that had just left.

The kids had introduced themselves to you as they lead you around the woods. They've also asked you questions about how were things before you went to sleep and other stuff. "Why do you wear that stuff?" Kiri had asked, curious on why you wore a white collard shirt, a black pleated skirt, white knee socks and black school shoes. "It's my school uniform" you explained. "What's a school?" Lo'ak asked this time. "It's where they teach you many things, like how to read, write, math, speak another language and how to communicate with your peers.. it's like a place to be prepared for the real world" you talked and they listened, they seemed to be very curious about you.

Just like they had asked about you, you have asked about them. From what you heard from them, there kind of learning was way different from yours. They didn't go to school, they learned there stuff from there parents and people around them, very interesting. They also had to teach you a few things about the woods, you had very little knowledge of the woods, mostly about how dangerous they were, but this kids have been living in the woods since they were born, it must not be as dangerous as the RDA had made it seem.

But the whole time you were out, you were thinking of what happened to your teacher and what will happen to your classmates. It really worried you. While the younger kids were running around the pods that they had taken you to see, the older brother had decided to stay behind to be with you. He was basically out in charge of you, so he did what a good listener would do. "How are you feel y/n?" Neteyam asked while looking at you. "Yeah, I'm alright, just a light headache that's all" you said, then he had an idea. "Come, you might be thirsty." He said, leading you to a purple plant with leaves that seemed like tubs. He got a hold of one and gestured for you to approach, you did. "Lift your head up and open your mouth" he said, you felt a bit skeptical at first, but you did what he had asked. Then he pulled the plant down and then you felt some water splash into your mouth. It surprised you a bit, but you drank the water anyway.

After a couple minutes, Neteyam let go of the plant and you stopped drinking. "Thank you" you said, wiping your mouth. "No problem, this all most be new to you." He commented. "Yeah, I've never been in the woods, for as long as I know" you said, feeling a bit shy all of a sudden, you couldn't explain why. "You'll get the hang of it" he said with a small smile, that smile caused you to feel fluttering happening in your stomach. Then Neteyam looked up at the sky and hummed. "We better go, It's almost eclipse" he said, then he and you went back to get the other kids and tell them that they have to head back home.

When you all got back, you were checked again, it might be annoying, but due to being in cryosleep for years, you needed almost constant care since the side effects could get worse. After your check up, you had gone back to the building and ask about your classmates. Norm and Max had told you that due to the machines not being monitored for years the system somehow slowed down and it'll be a while to get everyone to wake up. That worried you, this could take weeks, months, even years, that worriedly a lot.

You headed back to the high camp, the whole time you had been thinking of your classmates, you basically grew up with them, they were your brothers and sisters, you really hoped that they'd wake up sooner rather then later. You then pumped into somebody. "Sorry!" you said, then looked at who it was, it was Neteyam. "It's alright, don't worry about it" he said kindly. "Are you feeling any better?" he asked. "Yeah, I'll be under observation for a week or two, just to be sure that I'm alright and my side effects don't worsen" you explained. When looking at Neteyam you got that fluttering feeling in your stomach again, where you feeling sick?

"That's good, I'm glad that you're okay. Have you got a word about your classmates?" he asked out of curiosity. You responded sadly. "Norm and Max told me that it could take a while to get their pods to open.. since the system had not been monitored in such a long time... this could takes months if not years.." you said. "I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm sure that your classmates will be awaken soon enough" he said comfortingly. You gave him a small smile. "Thank you, I appreciate it." you thanked him. "Well, I have to get going, I'll see you around then." He said kindly and left. You watched him leave, You did not take your eyes off him, until he had disappeared. You couldn't explain why you were getting all kinds of feeling towards the boy, you've only met him today, maybe it was you being nervous or part of your side effects, but you had a feeling that you'll be seen him more often.

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ, ɴᴇxᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ

Taglist: @afro-hispwriter, @avatar4eva

[d34d6eat]

SLASHER OP MEN HCS!!!

Smoker, Doflamingo, & Law !!!

TW: violence, death, semi-graphic descriptions of violence, just slasher stuff

MDNI, 18+

All of this was off the top of my head for these specific characters so sorry if it sucks lol!!

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SMOKER

-definitely one to plan but not compulsively

- stalks his selected victims, however he swiftly takes out ones that interfere with whatever plans he has curated

- a possible motive would be revenge, Smoker has a sense of justice for his reasoning

- he wouldn't just off a little old lady who bumps into him or some kid who steps on his shoe

- very brutal when it comes to his methods, blunt force with either his fists or jitte

- he tends to clean up his messes but when he wants to send a message he just leaves the scene as it is

DOFLAMINGO

- Doffy chooses his victims at random but preferably weak people that would be be easily intimidated

- enjoys cornering people in alleyways, making them cower under his towering frame, his shadow casting over them

- he is undoubtedly strong enough to just grip them by the throat and lift them off their feet

- MIND GAMES MIND GAMES MIND GAMES!! Doflamingo LOVES a chase because he knows they won't be able to escape the fate he has placed upon them. after giving a victim, usually one he finds attractive, a head start to run away, he slowly trails behind them only to ambush them when they think they got away

- he loves when a victim is afraid to the point of begging with tears down their face

- swift with the kill itself, doesn't want to draw out their death

- Doffy doesn't bother to clean up, he finds a thrill in knowing that someone will find the mess he made

LAW

- being the surgeon he is, Law has got to go all out demented doctor! im talkin dissection and rearrangement, some Tusk or Hannibal type shit.... body horror

- also chooses victims at a random, usually male, someone he thinks would make an interesting medical subject

- he does pre-op preparation like any other routine surgery of his, except with heavy restraints and absolutely no anesthesia (topical or otherwise)

- plays classical music during the "procedure". he revels in the combination of the music and their screams, literal music to his ears.

- Law likes to see how long they last before giving in to the immense pain he inflicts upon them

- loves his bone saw to death (get the pun). Law finds the process of detaching and reattaching limbs so interesting!

- after the fun he meticulously cleans his private operating suite, and discards of his wonderful creations (sad face law 😔)

- takes a nice stroll a few days later to scope out new "patients" :)

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I'm really sorry if this was booty, Ive just been thinking about this for a bit since we're getting closer to spooky szn! I'm not great at tagging so I'm probably gonna look for some tips on how to do it 😅

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🤎 Context/AU (Alternate Universe): Alaysia (pronounced Uh-lay-see-yuh) takes care of E’Laney while she’s on her period 🥺

🤎 Alaysia Montgomery: 23, owns a bakery with her mother

🤎 E’Laney Phillips: 22, 3rd grade teacher

🤎 CW/TW: fluff, comfort, established relationship, discussion of period, slight angst, Alaysia is intersex with male reproductive organs and genitalia but she has boobs and a more feminine build (need to find the art for her but she’d be perceived as female if you saw her walking by you basically and she uses she/her pronouns and while it’s not mentioned in this fic, I have more content for this ship), just a lil cute something really, mention of sue of side (briefly)

🤎 A/N: currently on my period and found some period care fluff pieces in my drive so I’m finishing and dropping them today. As usual hope my pookie enjoys @certainlynotasimp 🫶🏾 thank you for the support love bug. (Feel free to request getting added to my tag list)

🤎Word count: 2.6k

29th November 2018

“Someday, my love, you’re going to understand why I’m here. I’m not here to love you in the way that you were never loved by yourself or others. I’m here, on my own accord, to love you as myself. So that when you stare into the mirror of my eyes, you may be able to see just how extraordinary you are.”

Alaysia

It wasn’t my first rodeo caring for a sick Laney, nor for her while on her period, but it was the first time both happened at the same time. It was probably the worst period she’d had since we’d gotten together and I wanted nothing more than to make it better. I knew there was a lot I didn’t know about periods since I’d never had one, so I can only thank my mother for being so willing and open to talk to me about it so I could get everything just right for her.

I rubbed my face as I answered my phone groggily, “Mm. hello?”

“Hey, baby, could we maybe take a rain check on that brunch? I’m not feeling so well.”

I sat up, swinging my feet to the floor, “What’s wrong?”

She dismissed my concern, “It’s nothing big, I’m just on my period. You know how I usually get sick when I’m on and it hit me kind of hard this time around. My cramps are kicking my ass and I don’t wanna throw up or pass out or something while we’re out.”

I poked my lip out, “That sounds horrible, babe. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. Mm, did I wake you up? Your morning voice is still hitting really hard.”

“Yeah but it’s fine, love. Get some rest, okay? We’ll go out when you’re feeling up to it.”

“Thanks for understanding, Laysi.”

I shook my head, “Always. I’ll talk to you later, baby.”

She yawned, “Mm, okay. Goodnight, Alaysia.”

I smiled softly, “Sleep well.”

The call ended and I called my mother, alright planning a care day for Lane in my head, “Hey, sweetheart, what’s up?”

“Hey, Mommy. I need to pick your brain about something.”

“Yes?”

I hesitated for a moment before remembering I could ask her about anything, “What does it mean when you’re on your period? Like, what do you do to feel better when you get like...cramps and nausea and stuff?”

She chuckled softly, “Who’s the girl?”

“Remember E’Laney? The girl from my old job at the grocery store?”

I could hear the smile, “You finally told her about your feelings?”

“Yeah, we’re kind of together now, it’s a long story. She just canceled a brunch date we had planned today because she’s on her period and really sick.”

“How cute. You might want to grab some pencil and paper to write this stuff down, it’s going to be a lot.”

I opened the drawer on my end table, pulled out a notebook and pen, set my phone down and placed it on speaker, “Okay, I’m ready.”

For about the next hour and a half, my mother gave me a deep dive about how painful a woman’s menstrual cycle was and what different things could help alleviate symptoms and pain. I closed my notebook as she finished, “Thank you so much. I think I’m going to pay her a visit.”

“Just make sure you keep her comfortable, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Now, tell me something.”

“Ma’am?”

“Does she know?”

“Actually...yeah, she does. I was extremely scared when it came to telling her, but she’s been the most understanding and compassionate person about it.”

“How long has it been?”

“It’s been about 8 months now. We’ve been together officially for 7 of them.”

“And when do I get to meet her?”

“Uhhhh...we’ll talk about it later.”

She clicked her tongue, “Tsk, tsk, tsk, alright. Go help your little girlfriend. Call me later, I could pass away, you never know.”

I turned my nose up, trying not to smile, “We’ve talked about that, Ma. It’s not funny.”

She giggled, “I love you to the moon and back, Laysi.”

“I love you there, back, and back around one more time.”

She blew a kiss into the phone, “I’ll talk to you later, baby. Mwah.”

“Mwah, talk to you later.”

I tossed my phone aside and headed to my bathroom to wash up quickly so I could go to the store. I picked up a lot of the things my mother told me would help with cramps and nausea and a couple of gifts I thought would cheer her up before heading to her place.

I knocked on the door as best I could with my hands full, waiting for her to open it. She pulled it open not too long after, gasping, “Lace, you didn’t.”

“Can I come in?”

She stepped to the side, shaking her head, “I can’t believe you. You didn’t have to do this.”

“It sounded really painful, so I called my mom and went to get a bunch of the things she told me might help you feel better,” I explained as she closed the door behind me.

“Really?”

I nodded, “I mean, well, yeah. I still wanted to come see you today and I figured I shouldn’t come empty handed.” She sniffled as I started setting all the bags down on her couch, wiping her face as I looked up, “Wait, no don’t cry. Did I get the wrong things? I should’ve called you, shouldn’t I?”

She waved her hand as she continued, wiping her tears with the other, “No, no, it’s fine, I just- I swear you’re too pure. I-” she cut off with a groan, holding her stomach, “Ugh, need to lay back down.”

Her comment reminded me that there was still more in the car and I snapped, rifling through the bags I had sat down, “Ah, I left the heating pad and little gifts I got you in the car. I’ll be right back, okay?”

She pouted, “Laysi, You got me gifts?”

I shrugged, “Just a few little things. I always go get you something when you’re on your period, you know this. Get comfortable, baby, I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll try.”

I kissed her forehead as she plopped onto the couch, “There’s some pain medicine in one of the Walmart bags,” I called, opening her front door as I went back to my car and grabbed the rest of the stuff. I made my way back inside, finding her curled up on the couch underneath one of the blankets I had bought, the package of blueberries open on her coffee table.

I sat everything down, beginning to go through it all and put away what I could in her meticulously put-together fridge before I left the pads and tampons on the floor next to the couch with the giant teddy bear I’d gotten her. I avoided waking her as I searched behind her couch for an outlet to plug in the heating pad.

Once it started to heat up, I crouched down and shook her lightly, “Hey, sit up for a moment.”

She stirred slightly, “Hm?”

“You want the heating pad?”

She held out her hand weakly, “Mhm.”

I shook my head, “Just sit up a bit so you can lay back down.”

She groaned as she woke up more, sitting up and holding onto my arm, “Urgh, wait. I don’t want you to go.”

I chuckled, kissing her temple, “I’m not going anywhere, Laney. What do you want from me right now?”

She moved to one end of the couch stretching and yawning, “Can you....mm, ‘scuse me, can you lay with me? Please?”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded, “Please? You don’t have to go to sleep with me, but I wanna cuddle.”

I got up, sitting back where she had just been laying, “Do you want the heating pad on your stomach or your back?”

She laid between my legs, nuzzling against my chest as she settled in, “My back, if you don’t mind.”

I obliged her wishes, placing the blanket back over her and wrapping my arms around her loosely, “I’m right here, okay?”

“Thank you.”

“You’re quite welcome, my love.”

She shook her head, “For all of this, I mean.”

“Again, you’re quite welcome, E’Laney. Get you some rest, I’m not going anywhere,” I assured, holding her a bit tighter.

“You promise,” she asked, holding her pinky up on the hand that rested on my chest.

I wrapped my pinky around it, pressing a kiss to her temple, followed by her nose, then her lips as I spoke, “I promise, baby.”

“What if I actually throw up on you?”

“I’ll clean you up and change into some of the clothes I have over here.”

“You won’t be mad?”

“Why would I be mad? Accidents happen, if you’re feeling a bit ill that’s a possibility but I’m never gonna make you feel bad for it. Shit happens sometimes.”

She relaxed against me, moaning softly as I massaged her scalp and rubbed her back, “Mm, I just thought about something.”

“What’s that?”

“You don’t give me butterflies.”

“And that’s a good thing?”

She nodded softly, “Mhm.”

“How come?”

She pulled my hand from her back, lacing her fingers with mine, “My mom always told me that butterflies are a sign of nervousness, or fear. I’m not nervous, nor scared about the idea or knowledge of you having feelings for me. Never have been and never will be. I feel safe when I’m with you.”

I kissed her knuckles, smiling softly, “I’m glad I can make you feel that way. You on the other hand, mm, man I tell you I wish I could just sit here and hold you forever. You make me feel human in the best way possible. I see myself in ways I never thought I would. And I thank you for it.”

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely.”

“I love you more than horses love hay.”

I chuckled softly, “And I love you more than flowers on a sunny day.”

She smiled, “I love you more than Van Gogh loved art.”

“And I love you more than the beating of my own heart. Now rest. We can have a stay-at home date when you wake up, okay?”

“M’kay. G’night, Laysi.”

“Goodnight, my Laney.”

two hours later...

The sound of groaning woke me up as E’Laney tossed and turned aimlessly in my arms and I frowned, not sure what was wrong, “Are you okay?”

She whined, “Hmm, it’s hot, it hurts.”

I pulled the blanket and heating pad off of her, feeling her forehead, “You’re not burning up, thankfully. Just a tad warm. Let’s get you some water and turn the air on, hm?”

She sat up, rubbing her eyes before widening them, whining again, “Oh I’m gonna kill myself.....”

“Don’t say that, love, what’s wrong?”

She pointed shakily to my lap, tears welling in her eyes, “I bled on you...”

I looked down to my lap, a bloodstain on my thigh and I waved a hand, “Clothes can be washed, Lane. Let’s get you a bath run, okay?”

She sniffled, still rubbing her face as she shook her head, “I’m really sorry, Laysi. I didn’t think about that before I asked you to cuddle with me. I’m sorry…”

I shook my head, holding my hands out for her, “It comes with the territory, love. As I said earlier, accidents happen. C’mon.”

I let her sit on the bathroom counter, reassuring her that things were alright as I drew her a bath. I stood between her legs, kissing the back of her hands, “You okay?”

She shook her head, “No, I feel terrible.”

“Well, how about this? You stay in here and take a bath and I’ll go make you something to eat and we can go back to cuddling. We can watch a movie or something, whatever you want.”

“Why are you doing all of this, Lace? I didn’t wanna be a bother today.”

I shook my head, running my thumbs over the back of her knuckles, “You’re not bothering me at all, baby. I told you I specifically called my mom so I could come take care of you. Everyone needs a caretaker when they’re sick and I still wanted to see you today, brunch date or not.”

She frowned, “But I’m all gross and whiny...and fucking, I bled on you and I just-,” her lip quivered as she held back more tears- “I literally do not deserve you...”

“You’re right, you deserve more than me. So, what do you say? We can have our own little day, just the two of us,” I offered, pressing more kisses to her knuckles and hands.

“I would love to,” she whispered, tears finally spilling over.

I wiped them from her cheeks, kissing her forehead, “I’m gonna get you some more water and pain meds to take when you get out of your bath, okay?”

She squeezed my hands, pulling me back in, “Wait.”

“Yes?” She held out her arms and I wrapped mine around her, rubbing her back slowly, “You’ll be okay, baby, I promise. I love you, alright? And I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know, it’s just I feel like shit, and I don’t wanna ask you for too much, this is already so-”

“Laney?”

She hiccupped softly, huffing as she squeezed me tighter, “Yes?”

I pulled away so she could look at me, holding her face in my hands, “I love you, okay? That’s all that matters. You can have whatever you want from me. If you ask me to wrangle the stars for you, I’m gonna do my damn best to make it happen. Now breathe for me, baby.”

She took a deep breath, leaning into my hands further, “I love you, Alaysia.”

I kissed her nose, “I love you more, now relax. Take your time, get in your bath and I’ll be in the kitchen, okay?”

“Okay,” she agreed, “But you have to kiss me first.”

I chuckled, kissing her lips softly, “There’s my girl. I’ll come check in on you in a bit, alright?”

“Kay.”

E’Laney

God am I thankful to have such an attentive girlfriend as Alaysia. I never had to worry about feeling shitty while on my period after that day. Before, I’d always asked her to just cuddle with me, maybe go get me some pain meds, but not only did she do research but stuck with me the whole week even when I pushed her away. I love her for putting up with me and my emotions all the time.

I woke up to her shaking my shoulder, the water lightly splashing around me as she did, whispering, “Hey, wake up for me, baby. You wanna get out of there?”

I shook my head, pulling my knees to my chest, “Mh-mh, I’m comfortable.”

She laughed softly, smiling, “While I’m glad you seem to be feeling a little better, we’ve gotta get some food into you. C’mon, I grabbed you something comfortable to put on and you’ve got a box of pads and tampons on the counter. I don’t know which you use so I got both.”

I poked my lip out, “You’re too incredibly thoughtful. Can you help me out of here?”

She stood back, holding her hands out for me to grab, pulling me to my feet. She grabbed the towel she’d pulled out as I unplugged the drain, holding it up for me to step into, “So I made a period snack friendly charcuterie board, you’ve got some tea, and I got a list of your favorite movies from Caira.”

I couldn’t help but smile up at her as she wrapped the towel around me, securing it at the front, “Have I told you that I love you today?”

“Why yes, you have, but it never hurts to say it again,” she joked.

I grabbed her hand as she finished, “Hey.”

“Yes?”

“I really do love you, Lace. Like, with all of me.”

“I know, and I love you more.”

“You’d really wrangle the stars for me,” I asked.

“Laney, if I could, I would gather entire galaxies for you.”

I ran my thumb over the back of her hand, “Get out before I ask you to marry me. Corny fucker.”

She chuckled, pulling me in to kiss me softly before she left, “Yet, you love me still. And trust me, I’ll be the one doing the asking when the time comes.”

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Star Wars: Trails of Red Episode 7: Strangers in New Land

I am so sorry this was late, I was occupied due to Friday being the last day of school for me, but I am back. Without further ado, here is the fanfic

Rated: T

tw: mention deaths of Astromech and protocol droids

Dr. Gikon's gunship made it to the planet Habon which was in the Geonosis System, which contained the planet Habon. Habon is a gas giant that has twenty-one moons. One of the moons is named Kaliga, a dark blue moon that has a breathable atmosphere and dark gray trees filled with purple leaves. The gunship flew around Habon and set their course to Kaliga. Norzan and Gideeva were standing behind Gikon as the gunship got closer towards Kaliga. "What are we doing in Kaliga?" Norzan asked. "There is something I must grab there. An old item I left behind." Gikon answered. "So we're not going to stay there for long?" Gideeva asked. "I assume." Gikon answered. The gunship entered Kaliga's atmosphere which allowed it to land on the rocky surface. The three aliens got out of the gunship and looked around. "Now remember, I don't exactly know what lies here so please don't cause any trouble." Gikon said. Both Norzan and Gideeva nod their heads at Gikon. Gikon walked away and searched for the item he lost. Gideeva looked at Norzan. "So are we staying with him now?" "Just for a little bit, I need to pay a debt I owe to an old friend." "You have the credits?" "This debt is not a payable debt, it is a service debt. I'm helping him clean droids. You can tag along if you wish." "Where do we need to go?" Gideeva asked. "Golfax, it's in the Taanab System." Norzan answered. "Golfax? Isn't that the planet where your father was killed?" "No, that is Gondarr you're thinking of." Norzan corrected. Gikon made it to a small village only to see a small crate with a note on it. Gikon approached the note and read the following words. "Hey, you left this stuff. Thought you want it." There was no name on the note. Gikon looked around and grabbed the crate with all of his hands. He rushed back towards the shuttle not long after. "This old friend of yours, how many droids does he have?" she asked. "Not many, just a few." Norzan vaguely answered. Gikon returned as the two friends were done talking. "I got my belongings." Gikon said. "Good, we need to stop by Golfax. I'll explain on the way." Norzan told him. The three aliens went back into the gunship and took off from Kaliga. The gunship jumped to hyperspace and ended up in the Taanab System three hours later. The ship arrived at Golfax. Golfax is a yellow planet filled with dark golden clouds. The ship found the spaceport and landed next to a separatist starfighter. "Thank you, Gikon." Norzan said. "How long is this going to take?" he asked. "No more than three hours, why?" "I would like to get back to my job. I assume you're taking a different transport?" Gikon asked. Gideeva looked at Norzan with great concern. "We will." Norzan said with determination. "Then I bid you farewell and wish you luck." Gikon said. "Goodbye, Dr. Gikon." Norzan bid farewell. The two friends got out of the gunship and headed out of the spaceport. The gunship took off from the spaceport and flew far away from the planet. "How are we going to get transport?" Gideeva asked. "I built my first ship when I was sixteen years old. I can build another one." Norzan answered. "You can build ships?" "Yes, I can teach you if you want," he offered. "I'll think about it." Gideeva responded. Norzan headed east to a planet where both friends found a speeder shop. There they encountered a purple skinned male Skakoan with two Confederacy of Independent Systems. One on each shoulder. The Skakoan turned around and saw Norzan and Gideeva. He was happy to see Norzan. "Norzan, it is so good to see you again." he said enthusiastically. "Same to you. This is my newest friend Gideeva. Gideeva, this is Lozz Settco. From the planet Skako." Gideeva focused her eyes on the separatist symbols. "Pleasure to meet you." she said in a soft voice. "Likewise, how can I help you?" Lozz asked. "I am here to pay the debt I have to you." "What debt?" "The debt you told me two months ago." "Oh that, forget it." "Forget it? What do you mean, forget it?" Norzan asked. "Some of my droids malfunctioned due to their age. There is nothing much to clean up." "Oh... I see." "Yeah, but these things happen. Besides, those droids have seen better days." Lozz said. "Yes, they have." Norzan awkwardly replied. "So, there is nothing we have to do?" she asked. "There is one thing you all can do. I need to close shop before I tell you." Lozz said in a suspicious manner. Three other Skakoans left the area as soon as Lozz stopped talking. "Why do you need to close up shop?" Gideeva asked. "Trust me, it is better when I tell you the favor when the shop is closed." Lozz answered. Norzan backed away and so did Gideeva. Three minutes later the shop was closed and the three friends headed northeast. They were far away from town so that no one could see or hear them. "Alright Lozz, what is the deal that you dragged us here?" Norzan asked. "It is the Empire, they destroyed my Astromech." Lozz confessed. Gideeva covered her mouth in disbelief. "Your Astromech, why?" Norzan asked. "The droid wouldn't submit them. They destroyed him and stole his dome to make new droids. After that they shut down my uncle's business and fried his protocol droid." Lozz explained. "This is unlike the Empire, frying down droids." Gideeva said after she uncovered her mouth. "It gets worse. They fried four other Astromechs for disobeying them and used them as an example to the people who don't welcome the Empire warmly. Last night they sent Brimarch Stormtroopers to execute two probe droids that were reprogrammed by my cousin. Thankfully that never found him." he added on. "They should pay for droid abuse." Gideeva said. "What do you want us to do?" Norzan asked. "I want you all to join me in helping my family to take down the Empire. To give them a taste of what it is like to have something taken from them." Lozz said. "I'm in." Norzan said. "So am I, we will fight like no tomorrow." Gideeva said. "Good, I'll tell my mother and father. They will be pleased to hear." Lozz replied. Nightfall has arrived to push the daylight away. An Imperial shuttle filled with Stormtroopers with dark cyan stripes covering the center of their chest, part of their arms, their right eye, and their middle lower back. The town was empty as a ghost town. Gideeva was breathing rapidly. She calmed down when Norzan put his hand on her right shoulder. "We're going to be okay," he assured. Gideeva smiled and nodded at Norzan. A Pantoran man approached the Stormtrooper squad and looked them in the eye. "What do you want?" he asked the leader. "We have heard reports of a droid that betrayed us. Get out of our way or face the consequences." the lead Stormtrooper warned. "You took away enough droids from us. Tell your governor we had enough." "Our governor is dead." the lead Stormtrooper revealed. The Pantoran was shocked to hear the news. "We won't say it again, get out of the way." the second oldest Stormtrooper ordered. "No," the Pantoran male said. One of the Stormtroopers was shot and killed by a Rodian sniper. The Stormtroopers readied their blasters and shot the Pantoran down. One of the Stormtroopers pointed his blaster upwards and killed the Rodian sniper. A Zabrak soldier fired his blaster only to kill two Stormtroopers. The lead Stormtrooper shot down and killed the Zabrak soldier. The Skakoans were hiding behind walls. Norzan and Lozz were taking the lead as Gideeva was moving left and right. Three Imperial attack shuttles arrived at Golfax to drop out reinforcements. The other Stormtroopers reported to the leader. "Listen up men! There is a rebellion on Golfax. Wipe out the entire town and kill their leader. That will teach them what happens when they mess with the Empire." the leader said. "Sir yes sir!" yelled the other Stormtroopers. The Stormtroopers ran into the town only for six of them to be shot down by Skakoan rebels. Norzan jumped forward and shot down four Stormtroopers. Gideeva shot down and killed five Stormtroopers. The lead Stormtrooper shot down and killed four Skakoan soldiers. Lozz shot down and killed two Stormtroopers. Three Stormtroopers fired their blasters and killed two Skakoans. All the rebels that were left were Gideeva, Norzan, and Lozz. Gideeva turned slightly to the right and shot down six Stormtroopers. Lozz shot down and killed three Stormtroopers. Norzan picked up a knife from a dead Skakoan and threw it at the chest of the lead Stormtrooper. Gideeva shot the leader in the head, thus killing him swiftly. Two Stormtroopers fired their blaster only to kill Norzan. "NOOOOOOOO!" Gideeva yelled as Lozz shot down the two Stormtroopers. Three Stormtroopers rushed forward only to be killed by an angry Gideeva. A Stormtrooper was able to shoot Lozz in the head. Lozz Settco fell out of the building and hit the floor dead. Gideeva spun around and killed five Stormtroopers. She already knew that Lozz was dead when she heard the body drop on the ground. The remaining battalion of Stormtroopers stopped themselves and aimed their blasters at Gideeva. She roared at the Stormtroopers as she fired her blaster constantly. Two Stormtroopers were killed as the rest of them fired their blasters at Gideeva. Gideeva was killed in three shots. Two shots were in the chest while the other one was in the head. Gideeva's dead body hit the ground as more attack shuttles dropped off Stormtroopers, thinking that the battle was still happening. Two hours later Golfax is now officially under the control of Darth Sidious' Galactic Empire.

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Aftermath: Side Effects

Dylan Lenivy x Male Reader

Synopsis: After Dylan almost killed you in his werewolf form, you both return to the lodge but Dylan had other plans after cleaning wounds and blood, quite the abnormal and animalistic one.

TW // Explicit Sexual Content —READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION, Teensy Guilt Angst, Violence at the start, First Aid Corny Jokes, Author does not know if potrayed Dylan correctly, Kaitlyn gets to see somethings she does not want to see, Reader has an attitude, Established Relationship with Dylan Lenivy.

Sexual Warnings // Rough!Dominant Top Dylan, Anal Sex, Eating Out, Unprotected Sex, Lubeless Sex/Saliva as Lube, Bareback, Cum Filling/Breeding, Marking, Biting, Overstimulation, Dylan goes overboard, Butt Squeezing, Sex with Werewolf Instincts (Hinted), Sleepy Sex, Rough Sex, Possessive Sex, Prostate Stimulation. (Tell if I forgot to tag anything.)

A/N: This is the first I've written smut other than the people I'm used to write for so please give feedbacks and improvements tips about like Dylan's Personality cuz this is beyond my comfort writing zone (which I'm trying to widen.) This idea came to me when I saw Dylan still having his humanity before turning rather than Nick/Emma who were aggressive as fuck. So in turn Dylan had a drawback moment and needed to release frustrations and anger or stuff through intercourse (IK KINDA WEIRD IDEA).

You let out ragged breaths as Were-Dylan was on top of you, a painful whimper slipped out of your tongue as his teeth sank into your shoulders — struggling immensely as you reached for the shotgun loaded with silver bullets that Kaitlyn left you with. A scream was trying to get out of your throat as you felt blood spill from where the werewolf broke skin. The tip of your fingers was touching the shotgun as you tried to grab the silver-loaded firearm — turning it against Were-Dylan’s head, your finger prepared to pull the trigger....

“I—AH! Fuck, Dyl.. Dyl! Please, I'm sorry..!” you cried out, closing your eyes with a deep intake of air.

A sob slipped from your lips, fingers tight around the trigger — till the sound of blood splash made you suddenly shoot your eyes wide open, you were now face-to-face with a human Dylan biting into your bloody, messed up arm — His mouth slowly pulling away from your skin, awkwardly as his eyes confused staring into your irises. “Uh...?”

Dylan looked slightly over to the left as he was met with a shotgun pointed into his face, “AHHH!!!” he screamed bloody murder, getting away from you as soon as possible, — Your eyes wandering up to his clothes tattered up with red surrounding his skin to his terrified expression and his teeth dripping blood.

“Wha— W-What are you doing?! WHAT WAS I DOING?!” He panics, breathing uncontrollably and looking distressed as he tries to remember what actually happened. Water welled up in your eyes as you sucked in large breath

“Dyl...”

You clutched your bleeding arm, “W-Well, you were about to turn me into your 5-star gourmet, that's for sure. Hah..” you joked, a warm expression on your face before wincing from the bleeding pain as tears fell from your eyes, not totally from the pain but from the relief you felt when he turned back.

Your hands flew up to your bleeding shoulder, as you hiked yourself up with your healthy arm and threw the shotgun further. “Y/N...”

“Y/N — b-babe, I didn't mean to, I was just—” Dylan started, hyperventilating as he repulsed at the taste of iron embedded on his tongue.

“That wasn't you, Dyl, don't mention it.” You solace, cutting the man of his upcoming pity speech which you didn't really need right now.

Dylan's bloody face showed a regretful expression.

“Hey, it's fine but can you please help me before we go over what happened. Cuz.... I really need a hand, or a non-bleeding arm.” You jest, to which made Dylan stand up eventually and finally brought a smile back to his face.

“Oh my god, I'm hurt — I need a tall, wise-cracking man to come save a gallant in distress” You acted, wailing falsely as you rolled your eyes in the back of your head and leaning your head back as an addition to your IRL stage play to which Dylan responded with a humorous laugh and walked over.

“I didn't expect you to be into that.” Dylan said mischievously, guilt is still written over his face but he's still the Dylan Dylan you know of.

“Into what?” You asked, eyes wandering into his as he leaned down, sliding his arm below your injured body before he lifted you up bridal style with ease, shocking you — “Woah, there — Easy....” you gasped out, hand still in your shoulder and a surprised expression at his strength.

“—Into kinky werewolf biting.” he mumbled near your face, snickering under his breath making you look up at his face and hitting him on his mostly-revealed chest; staining his revealed skin with even more blood in the process — and somehow he still managed to keep you balanced in his arms.

“Shut up.” you huffed at his unnecessary joke, earning you a laugh. “Also, how are you like lifting me so easily like this?” you asked, confused at his immense strength and stability.

“Remaining werewolf power!” He said, voice full of energy and looked at you as he curved his eyebrow sexily at you — you look at him strikingly and fake disgusted expression at that. “We can now definitely have powerful werewolf se—”

“Oh my god, do not finish that sentence. I'm starting to wonder if a frown on your face is better now.” You gave him the keening look at his inappropriate jokes while blood is leaking from the injury his were-teeth gave, leaving a trail of blood as he walks you back on his arms into the direction of the lodge.

Dylan joked around while walking towards the large house, some inappropriate, some actually funny and some out of pocket. You just rolled your eyes at him and told him that he's unbelievable. Cuz yeah, imagine forgetting that you were inches close to putting silver into his brain or the fact that you almost became wolf chow. I mean, as much as you'd like to remind him — his guilty face also made you feel guilty in a way that what if almost putting a bullet through his head was selfish of you... It was survival though, right?

After putting up with Dylan’s snarky remarks and clownery, a relieved sigh came out of your throat when you were met with the sight of the lodge. “Okay, big boy, you can put me down now — I still have legs, but thank you..., though.”

You tapped Dylan’s chest softly.

But the unexpected happened and Dylan pulled you closer, his grip tightening against you — your eyes widened and laughed it off awkwardly as one of Dylan’s jokes. “Okay, Dyl- Ha ha, very funny and werewolf-y.” you respond with a short-lived chuckle.

“You smell so...”

Dylan’s voice got cut off by a certain girl though, “Hey you guys! Are you both okay?” Kaitlyn called out, waving as she managed to spot both of you in one of the windows earlier.

“Oh my god, Y/N— What happened?!” Kaitlyn freaked, looking at your wound with a worried expression. She walked over to you, reaching out with her hand and Dylan flinched immediately and protectively caged you away from the approaching and getting-a-bit-to-handsy friend.

“Almost got killed by werewolf boy here.” You said, eyes going dumbfounded at the prank Dylan was playing right now, you already told him to let you go once but it seemed like his brain is still undergoing rewiring still.

“Woah, woah, buddy — You good?” Kaitlyn said with widened eyes as she backed away slowly with her hands up like a waving white flag when he started growling under his breath.

“Dyl? Dylan? DYLAN!”

That shout managed to somehow wake up Dylan from his weird trance and got his brain juice up and running. “Okay, okay. Sorry, um— What was happening? Oh, Kaitlyn!” he calls her as if nothing just happened, a genuine smile on his face as he finally loosened his grip on you before putting you down after you told him a second time.

Kaitlyn uncomfortably smiled as she went on to lead you back to the lodge with Dylan just trailing right after like a puppy fetching his stick. Kaitlyn couldn't help but look back at Dylan from time to time as her guard was fully up from the earlier scenario. Honestly, you weren't as bothered as much because it seems like the lack of sleep and exhaustion had taken a toll on you.

“Kait, you can help find the others— I can rest at the nursery, I'm assuming that every one of those werewolves turned back already.” You instructed as Kaitlyn helped you up the stairs, she took a peek back at Dylan before looking at you seriously.

“Are you sure that I should leave you with him? Why are you not freaking out about earlier when Dylan looked like he was about to take you back to the forest where he can feast on your organs!” Kaitlyn whispered to you, the last part of the sentence getting a bit too loud which Dylan could catch, she turned back momentarily to Dylan again to find out he was now glaring at her.

“See?” her mouth projecting suspiciously at Dylan.

“It'll be fine, probably still got the instincts, something like that.” you whisper back as she help you through the hallway as Dylan still follows. “Take care of him, alright?” She said earnestly, nudging your scary boyfriend hesitantly. She let you go as you trudged the rest of the way to the nursery room, grunting at the burning pain of the wound. Dylan insisted he could carry you again but you dismissed the idea and said that it was just a few meters left and just like that Kaitlyn vanished to look for the others.

Arriving at the nursery room, you sat down on one of the beds and asked Dylan: “Hey Dyl, can you um grab the first aid? If it isn't used up then there should still be some betadine or some hydrogen peroxide. If not, then um..... towel and warm water would do.” You employed a warm smile on your face. You couldn't help but keep your eyes away from Dylan's still half-naked bloody body and then you remembered something after Dylan's agreement: “Okay.”

“Actually, get some bandages or gauzes as well and just bring a towel so we can wipe the blood off of you.” You added, leaning back against the headboard; trying to get comfortable

“Why? So you can see my body more clearly, hmm?” he teasingly articulated — swaying his hips left to right and a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, to which you respond with a roll of the eyes. “Sure.”

“C'mon, babe — why the long and cold face.” Dylan huffed annoyed, tapping his foot irritably at where your sense of humor went. He sat down next to your bed, and held your hand — placing his hand over on your moderately bleeding arm. “Lost of blood.” You answered honestly, as you did not really know how to answer his rhetorical question.

“Just go get it. Promise that we'll bond over later how you almost ate me after we get properly fixed and dressed.” you sighed tiredly, eyes wandering to your held hands, squeezing slightly and sniggering a bit.

“Hey, I can still eat you later — If you know what I mean~” He goads, winking twice at you and rubbing circles on your hand with his thumb to which you just slumped and gave up trying to be serious with him for once. You love his funny personality, but he should really keep it when you're not about to bleed to death in this small bed.

“Dylan. Just get it, I'll be happy to hear your flirty remarks and jokes after I don't look like a bleeding animal.” You stated, a long exhale coming out of your lips to which Dylan just chortled at before he finally stood and went to be a lamb — finally going out of the nursery to get the much needed supplies.

“Kay'” he mumbles before leaving.

“Finally! Took you long enough...” you said, sarcasm dripping from your tone. Dylan groans at your attitude, putting the medical supplies bag down on the floor carefully as well as the towel and bowl of warm water on the bed, being extremely delicate with the water specifically — a wet bed is not easy to clean at all but that's the least of his worries.

“Welp, that's all the remaining med supplies.” he mumbled, looking at you before reaching out and caressing your face softly which you couldn't help but smother your face against his hand even though dried blood is still on it.

“This night’s over finally...” you trailed off, the effects of the recent events putting a heavy weight on your shoulder, you look back at Dylan with a thankful smile before getting up a bit to scan the medical supplies.

“Mmkay.. Let's see here........ Stitches! I forgot to remind you about these earlier as well, hmmm, also cotton and other stuff. Okay, this should be enough. You should go, you know..” Gesturing with your hand in a wiping motion on your face and chest as Dylan got the idea fairly.

“Are you sure you don't need help?” Dylan asks.

“The last time you stitched someone was that one kid who kept crying that you were hurting him and I had to take him off your hands, remember?” you quip with a small smirk, remembering a certain patient from the 2 months you were working in the nurses' office.

Dylan sighed displeased, “He was really annoying alright? Like, he kept saying that this and that was painful, and do I look like a doctor to you?” Dylan coughed out, remembering that specific kid you were talking about with a deep grunt of resentment.

You laughed slightly at his reaction, “Was it that bad really or were you just salty that he had the balls to tell me that he liked me right then and there.” you continued to tease the man, raising a single eyebrow at him — knowing that he was in fact jealous of a kid.

“They were kids dude, calm down.” you snickered loudly.

“Whatever." he dismissed, grabbing the towel and dipping it in the warm water before squeezing it to pump out the excess before slowly starting to clean his bloody body with it — starting with his face of course.

A short laugh slipped out of your mouth as you looked at his pretty face with a shine on your eyes, “Looks like your best asset is finally clean.” you hummed, taking a long-drawn deep breath before grabbing the diluted hydrogen peroxide and applying it on the bite wound. “Fuuuckkk...” you grunted. Deep breath in, deep breath out.

Dylan looked at you, who was in pain before picking the wrong time to respond to your comment earlier. “You know that's not my best asset right?” he remarks, raising his eyebrows at you seductively.

You choke on your spit accidentally causing a hysterical laugh to emerge from the tall man, “Dylan, you are not helping my situation, not even a little bit!” you chastised , a stern glare directed at the laughing Dylan.

Dylan’s laughs were slowly coming into a silence, while you were busy hissing and tearing up from the pain while trying to clean the wounded area.

“Okay fuck, let's do this.” you proclaimed with gritted teeth as you picked up the surgical sutures after sterilizing the area with cotton rubbed with betadine solution

Oh god, this would not be fun or pretty at all.

After minutes of pained whines, muffled hisses and grunts, the perpetual agony finally came to a halt. Dylan couldn't even bear to look at the wound he caused without a surge of guilt running through his pain so he opted to hold your hand as you work the needle through the skin. Dylan had his eyes away the entire time, one hand cleaning his bloody chest, back and leg and his other hand never leaving your own throughout the miniscule operation.

“Oh my god.” You mumbled, exhaling a long breath of relief as the sutures stayed — immediately grabbing the bandages and placing it over the sutured bite.

“You good, babe?” Dylan asks, eyes still wandering in the room in anywhere BUT the injury.

“Yeah, yeah — Just gonna need actual medical assistance later but it should hold.”

“Let me help you clean up, yeah?” You assisted as soon as Dylan gave the nod of confirmation, he handed over the towel as he turned his back on you, humming tunes as you wiped the blood off his skin, dipping the towel on the water occasionally until the liquid slowly turned into a crimson hue.

“Hey, babe?”

A questioning hum left your lips at the call out, “Hm?”

“Why do werewolves separate themselves from friends?”

“Dylan, no.” Giving him a glare pointed at the back of his head.

“Because...” Dylan started, his dimple popping out due to his grin which you could spot.

“It's not mating season!”

He delivered the punchline along with a series of snickers and chortling laughter.

After a while Dylan's laughter died down, to which he noticed you were not saying anything and looked over his shoulder — only to be met with your blank face. “You know, cuz mates.. Uh, equals friends— equals mating therefore mating therefore— dude, you get it...” He spluttered.

“Really?”

“Okay, sorry.” He awkwardly voiced, scratching his head and his face started blushing with embarrassment.

You chuckled at the redness of his ears as he looked down at his hands, to which Dylan heard and wore his shit-eating grin once again.

“And that should be it!” You informed with a smile as Dylan finally turned to you, his chest still on full reveal and everything — You let out a small cheer of celebration as you cleaned yourselves up and got the wound secured with a bandage. Dylan lets out a small laugh at your antics and rubs your shoulder in a loving gesture.

“Okay, DJ Dyl. Now we just have to wait for Kaitlyn to return.” You said with a hefty voice, stretching your healthy arm and cracking your stiff neck from all the still-suturing.

“We could do that... Or? Or... We could do something else? I mean, Kaitlyn is probably gonna be searching for a while.” He hinted, eyes glinting with enticement as he now rubbed your thigh seductively causing you to look at him strangely.

“Really? Really, Dyl? We both were on the brink of death and now you're thinking about having sex? Unbelievable.” You criticized, giving him the judgmental look as he pouted at your harsh tone.

“Come on! What doesn't kill make you stronger, you know?” He rebuked with a grin, as if you hadn't heard that line for the millionth time already — his hand getting well— a bit too handy.

You still looked at him with the 'are you serious?' look but in the end, you gave into him as he somehow always makes you; truth be told, trying to resist Dylan's charms is like trying to resist a bear from killing you which of course is a near-impossible thing.

“We don't have protection and lube — And the bed is too small, I'm on the verge of falling asleep too.” You pointed out the obvious, too which Dylan was still grinning about as if a lightbulb popped out of that brain of his.

“Lube problem could be easily solved, you know.” He said, licking his lips seductively to which you responded with a roll of the eyes but least to say, you do need some relief from all of this; from the horror of this night.

“I'm clean, you're clean and there's a bedroom down the hallway!” He added, an overjoyed cheer coming out of his lips.

“Fine, fine.” you hum in agreement.

Dylan taking that as your consent as go, he got up from the bed — leaving the bloody bucket of water and immediately got to lifting you up from the bed with no problems

“Woah, what the f—” You got cut off by the sudden bold move that Dylan just did, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you as if you weighed like air. Again.

“Did getting infected make you this strong or what?” You shot the man a question as he kept a tight grip on your waist with his arms, his hand wandering down to your buttocks.

“I was always this strong, babe~” he boasts with an annoying smirk on his face.

“Ugh.” Another roll of the eyes was directed at the man.

Dylan carried you over the bed before kicking the door behind him closed, locking it — just to be safe and careful.

You felt your back hit the soft mattress as you gasped at the feeling of the sheets. You could just close your eyes at any moment and you would drift off to the sea of dreams. However, Dylan had other plans and those did not include you sleeping.

“Now now, don't fall asleep on me~” He pouts, undressing you slowly as you groan at him. He was careful with your wound and all and managed to get your shirt off of you, he moved on to the pants , as he was lifting your pants — your knees managed to hit his clothed bulge; causing an erotic moan to shoot out of Dylan.

You looked up at Dylan with foggy eyes and allowed him to do the work, you were too tired to reach or wrap your hands around his back. “I wanna fuck you doggy style, babe!” He whined, as he managed to get you down to your boxers to which he reciprocated by also removing his somehow intact boxers, kicking it off the bed. You looked at his semi-hard cock hanging between his legs, his length barely touching your own underwear.

“Well, too bad then~” You groggily murmur, Dylan went in for a kiss before flipping you over to your stomach, “Hey!—” he laughed as his eyes slowly darkened when your ass was now on perfect display for him.

“You can just take it while I you know, fuck you.” he says in a goofy way with a dopey expression. His hands were touching your cheeks and spreading it. “Shut up and fuck me, Dylan.” you sighed, not really one to beg for it

“Sassy and impatient, hot.” he taunted, Dylan also felt his head getting a bit dazed. He closes his eyes and grunt at something to which you were to relaxed in the bed to notice — Dylan felt weird, something feels different

Dylan pulled down your underwear, leaving it hanging on your knees as his breath hovered over your puckering rim, chill ran down your spine at the cold exhale. You couldn't help but let out a lulled moan at it.

As Dylan's saliva dripped down to your entrance, you felt your head getting into a mist of pleasure. Dylan and you fooled around in camp and before becoming counselors, while you both only really started dating during these two months. You always knew Dylan fucked good but it was always slow, rather tender — he treats you as if you were porcelain honestly but it still felt great but it's always the same old same old.

You let out an audible gasp as Dylan's tongue finally dipped down into your hole, the sleepiness washed away as the one of the most sensitive parts of your body started getting worked.

Your eyes shut closed and chased after the numbing pleasure as the soft muscle increased depth, you squeezed out a few groans here and there as his tongue touched your soft walls — Dylan's approach was rather different than normal, more aggressive and rapid. His large hands were squeezing your ass in a bruising grip as well. A shrill moan left your mouth as you felt him spread your cheeks more and went deeper until he hit your sensitive spot. The obscene slurping sounds bounced of the wall made your head pound and your cock getting hard at the erotic noises.

“Dyl— Fuck... Fuckkkkk..., you're gonna make me cum too fast..” You piped out, a breathy tone surrounding your voice. You felt his tongue pull out so suddenly, before moving his mouth to your taint then to the back of your balls. He mouthed at it, your knees buckling back at the feeling of his teeth scraping sensitive skin.

“I'll fuck the attitude out of you.” He whispered with a tone with an underlying bite before pulling away and spitting at your wet hole.

Fuck.

It was not like you to find that sentence hot but something about it flared up that warm feeling at the pit of your stomach, this was different though from the soft, caring and tender Dylan you knew.

Dylan's head was throbbing, it's as if humanity turned off inside of him while something animalistic turned on.

Dylan lined up his own dick at your saliva-slick rim. You felt your knees tremble as you felt his head pressing against you.

“Dylan, your fingers firs— I don't think—!”

He eagerly thrusts into you with force, his hearing was blocked off as he only cared about you, mind drifted off as when Kaitlyn got too close to you — she touched you too much when walking up the stairs.

The painful thrust shocked you as you felt your body jolt and hit the bed. Dylan's shadow loomed over your body as you felt him leaning down to your back, kissing upwards before biting down hard on your shoulders.

The first few thrusts had pain embedded on them, but your hole managed to adjust fairly well to Dylan’s cock. You were now biting at the sheets — muffling your screams and crumpling it with your fingers.

A purple mark was created as Dylan continued to mark your skin up, his cock even going deeper.

Dylan's breathy grunts could be heard from earshot as you stopped biting on the sheets before letting out a series of high-pitched whines as Dylan made use of you to his heart's content

His hands on your hips were tight as he used you. “Y-You... smell— so... fucking... good, babe.” He groans out, you felt the feeling of orgasm about to reach you as your dick sensually rubbed against the bed on each powerful thrust.

Dylan pushed your body flat against the bed, his weight on your back present. Your cock was leaking against the sheets little by little until the downpour started, orgasm hit hard, untouched as Dylan selectively attacked your prostate with each harsh thrust — It continued releasing against the now-sticky sheets; your stomach uncomfortably stained with your own cum.

“D-Dylan A-Already came!” you managed to choke against the dirty sheets. The overstimulation made your cock throb continuously.

Dylan, overtaken by an inhuman force made it so he kept hitting your sensitive bundle of nerves sending each a jolt of overfilled pleasure that your body couldn't handle — till you hear an adamant sigh from the man. You feel yourself get lost in a second orgasm in a bit until Dylan’s hips finally go into a stop as you feel his cock milking itself on your ass. A wave of relief washed over you as his seed flowed into you, your back numbed from Dylan’s teeth-piercing skin.

You feel him pull out slowly, clambering on top of you as he releases breaths of exhaustion.

“G-God, Dyl? What the fuck, dude. No prep at all, plus my back is extra painful now— Not only did you give me a possible limp, but also marks! How the fuck would I explain this to the coming authorities?!" You chastised with a not-so-happy-possibly-im-going-to-kill-you-later huff, also glowering at the dumb guy.

Dylan could barely look at your dissatisfaction.

“Fuck, fuck— I don't know! Something came over me, and I just— I don't know!” he reasoned, trying to find the right words to say but in truth; he was just as confused as you — added with guilt.

“Look, Dyl. I'm not saying I didn't like it — You being rough and controlling and etcetera, is hot and all.. and new.... but give me a heads up first before you go on a weird rampage like that..” You trailed off, softening your tone a bit.

Now you're all sticky and dirty again, semen leaking out of your abused hole and on your stomach. “You clean me up, I swear to god.” you said with a glare as the man looked like he shrunk a little emotionally.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry... wait, shit— I'll go get new towels.” he murmured, rushing on his feet as he tripped on clothes. You sighed at him, a bit shaken up by that. Though yes, it felt good, painful at first; amazing, fantastic after a bit — however this would not be something you would like to explain to the police once they arrive.

“Hello, good sir— the tall, cute man just reassembled my insides— that's why I'm this kind of messy, so we were having kinky wild sex while everyone was getting mauled by bears.” you explained to yourself in a barely-audible voice. Your mind was too jumbled to come up with a proper excuse.

Dylan managed to catch your inner dialogue and snorted too loudly before covering his mouth. He turned around and found your deathly stare against him. It was a frightening sight so he immediately looked away. “S-Sorry.” He quickly apologized for it.

“Just get the towels!” you shouted.

He nodded and went to open the door, not expecting what came next.

Before he could unlock it, the lock of the door turned and in a moment — A blood-curdling scream was heard when Kaitlyn went face-to-face with a fully naked Dylan and his dangling thing, the keys to the room fell to the ground from her shock as she saw something she shouldn't have.

You immediately covered yourself with a blanket.

Behind Kaitlyn was an already-shocked Nick, bloody and all, and in his boxers. One more thing to add to things Nick had to experience or see.

“DYLAN LENIVY, WHAT THE FUCK!!” Kaitlyn yelled loudly as she covered her eyes at the sight.

To his surprise, Dylan’s brain was not functioning properly as he let out a late, un-manliest scream at the sight of his considered best friend and a bloodied-up jock. “SHIT! Sorry!” Dylan said before slamming the door on their faces.

He looked back at you with a horrified expression as you held back your laugh, you covered yourself before anything was seen so you didn't get bothered by it that much. A shuffling was heard behind the door as the two people ran away,

You couldn't contain the immense laughter bubbling from inside of you as you started cackling on top of your lungs.

“Oh my— DYL! I CAN'T. THAT WAS FUCKING— HAHA— HILARIOUS.”

Dylan looked at you aggrieved, “What if I kick you out of this room naked and all dirty huh?” His tone firm, rendering your laughs silent.

“Do a little walk of shame? Hmph.” He tuts, rolling his eyes to the back of his head.

You look at him with a ridiculed smile at his darkened expression.

He drops the serious act in a bit before grinning mischievously, flopping on the foot of the bed as he pulled at your legs threateningly — his devious plan already planted in his mind.

~

“NO! DYL! I swear to go—”

[nixie-writes]

Hey, Hi and all the above! I'm back a second time (my bad). Just saw your response to my last request and it was ✨perfect✨ Thank you for answering it!

Unfortunately, or fortunately, i have many brewing ideas for Hazbin Hotel which I'm excited to see your spin on! (I don't want to spam you so this will be my last request for a while lol)

For the overlords and happy hotel gang (if that's too many people, I'm sorry):

How about a male overlord reader who died by being struck by lightning? Their powers are heavily influenced by this, like being able to control electricity, summoning lightening and storms etc. Maybe their as strong as alastor.

That's it for the request. Take a break and drink water, the usual motivational stuff. Thanks :)

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I'm just going to cover the hotel gang in this one, I want to focus more on plot than character numbers. Quality over quantity! I may make a part two to this including the other Overlords if this gets enough attention. I know the request is for a male reader but I chose to work with gender neutral for this, the story flowed better that way, I hope it's no issue! Under the cut for length and trigger warnings, this will be tagged. TW: Mentions of death, brief mention of alcohol, violence involving electricity

Alastor - He would initially be drawn in by a sinner demon who has such powerful control of lightning. Not many sinners have such power. - Initially he would be interested in using that power for his own benefit. But to do that, he needs to befriend this sinner. - He would start easy, like a nice dinner, followed by an activity of their choice, and finally request they display their power. - Alastor would be in shock (pun intended) when they were able to produce an entire storm system by themselves. He felt...Intimidated, for once. He had to see how their ability would affect him. - Sucks, however, that radios can be cut off by electricity. Alastor is fast and can shift into a shadow, but lightning moves at the speed of light. He found himself having a good time, despite being beaten for once. - He genuinely respects anyone who can kick his ass. Special points for a unique attribute. - With respect comes trust, and upon learning of how this sinner died and how they obtained this power, he understands how they feel on a personal level. He chose to be the feared Radio Demon, they didn't choose to have a power directly attributed to their death. He would encourage them to rise to Overlord status but doesn't require it from them.

Angel Dust - Let's be honest, he doesn't keep up with Hell's politics. He isn't interested in what's going on with new sinners or what's on today's episode of 666 News. However, something special catches his eye that day. - A newly arrived sinner who can control electricity. On a complete power high, repeatedly zapping Vox at the feet and cackling. He wasn't missing out on this. - Angel knows he doesn't stand a chance against Vox alone but perhaps this electricity wielding he runs a chance of winning for once. This was no war for territory but he needed a little action. - He'd join the fight, not expecting to see anything new. This new sinner aimed a lightning jolt directly to Vox's head, who proceeded to glitch out in a hysterical mess. Angel already liked this one. - Upon learning about how their death is correlated to their power he promises to keep their secret and will never request they use that power for his benefit...But he's already asking them to target Valentino next. He thinks they could certainly take his position as Overlord and direct that power somewhere else and openly suggests it to them, but doesn't force them into it.

Husk - Husk, having been a bit of a magic man himself in life, initially thinks this is some party trick and tries to prove it. He makes an absolute fool of himself trying to prove this sinner wrong and each time he gets fuzzier. - Eventually he gives up and offers to buy them a few drinks to make up for his accusations. Regardless of if they get anything alcoholic or not, he'll get a little tipsy and ask about them. He's the most direct on learning about them. - At first he only receives a vague response, which he understands. He plans another excursion; he can pull off some magic tricks and they can use their electric power to draw in a crowd. - This goes off without a hitch many times and Husk is greatly pleased; with their little shows they easily make enough to cover the tab for their drinks. He'll get a little cocky and challenge them to a Poker game, which he wins, so he has something of his own. - One night, after a successful show, they'll finally confide in him on how they died and how it correlates to their power. He doesn't understand it exactly, but he appreciates their trust and promises to keep it a secret. Though he does wish they would kick Alastor's ass and knock him off Overlord status so his soul could be freed again. - He'd sell his soul to his new friend immediately after.

Vaggie - Vaggie was only out putting up flyers for the hotel, when she overheard some applause, followed by sparks of bright light. Stapling the last page to a lamp post she came closer to inspect. - It was a new sinner, flaunting their power. Vaggie personally finds it annoying and demands they stop, and they refuse, claiming they shouldn't have to stop for her sake. - This is when she gets Charlie involved who, without much effort, can bring the sinner down to their place again. - They're quick to apologize for getting so uppity with Vaggie, they don't know how Hell's society works. Vaggie knows how to make them pay for it. - She has them do a month's free-lance of controlling electricity in the hotel for their little show. She doesn't allow other sinners (or Alastor, for that matter) to ask about them or how they obtained their power, all she wants is for them to be more responsible. - During their free-lance they'll have a short talk with her, where they admit they're so cocky because they're a little upset about their ability. They died because of lightning, and now they're cursed with it as a power. They don't know where to go from here and they feel alone. - Vaggie can't relate too much but she appreciates their honesty and accepts their apology, promising to help them hone their power and help them come to terms with their death and use their power for better causes than making a show.

Charlie - She met them the way she met many sinners - they arrived at the hotel, asking about a room. She's happy to fill out their paperwork and get them into a room, but before she can do that she needs to know if they have any ability that could risk harm to others. - So they fess up to their electricity ability, making a statement that they can control it at will and won't use it to harm others. She's willing to take their word on it and gets them registered for the right programs and gives them their room key. - For a while, the two didn't interact very often. There was an occasional chat during a group she ran that they participated in, and she'd sometimes give them a survey about resident satisfaction, but that was about it. - One night, during a very heated group Charlie was running one sinner accused them of something horrid, claiming their electricity power was a curse because they harmed others using electricity in life. - Usually they're very calm, but after such an accusation they lose their temper and shoot off a strike of lightning, narrowly missing the accusing sinner and striking the wall instead. Charlie immediately calls off the group and pulls them to the side. They expect to be kicked out. - Instead, Charlie asks why they acted out. They were always so calm and even tempered, what about that claim made them do that? They admitted to her that their death was an accident; they were struck by lightning and they were stuck with it forever. Charlie understands that they're traumatized by this and agrees to keep them separate from the accusing sinner and place them in a group for death-related trauma, of which is run by Vaggie. - The sinner who made such an accusation, however, didn't get off so lucky. According to many complaints the sinner repeatedly accused others of terrible things and Charlie just couldn't have such behavior in her hotel, so she made them leave.

[yanderecandystore]

Hello, this is the first time I’ve come here and I’d like, if possible, you could place my order, I don’t remember if I already placed that ask or something, so if yes, sorry to bother you...

I can order something with Yandere! Vampire with a Vampire Slayer! Reader, please...

Welcome in!

Well yes boo, you did make a very similar request, and I'm sorry if it took me like a long time to answer you (at least to me it feels like a whole month has passed, time has been so slow and so fast somehow-) it's just that I'm dealing with a lot of stuff outside of Tumblr and although I try to not think about it, it does affect my performance in writing. Also you're not bothering me at all boo!

Also I just realized something, normally when I write I put really mean remarks about the reader but it's not supposed to be taken seriously by you guys, as it's mostly either an look into the perspective of the ocs (normally the bullies who are very mean and cruel-) or even an exaggeration on the reader's current mind state (if the reader feels dumb about a certain action they have chosen, I try to make them sound very exaggerated since I don't want any of you to take it personally, y'all are beautiful okay? Don't worry about the snarky comments and rude remarks that I may write).

I'll try to make it more obvious that it's mostly a character's exaggerated perspective next time, or maybe put trigger warnings about degrading language/mean comments.

TW/Tags: mentions of addiction (to blood) // male x male // male reader // vampy vamp // monster(vampire) x (human)reader // mentions of death // unofficial OC/just a random character I decided to create for this specific piece // captivity/kidnaping // mentions of torture/infliction of pain // mind control/gaslighting/manipulation and stockholm syndrome // being drugged/poisoned // kinda sadistic but not so much so cause I like giving y'all some softness.

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True love is found in small bites [Yandere!M!Vampire x M!Vampire Hunter!Reader - Headcanon]:

Who doesn't like a little one on one with an immortal creature in a fight filled with sexual tension? Who wouldn't want to prove their worth to their dad who is a lonely vampire hunter?

Your dad had hunted vampires all by himself for years now and he won't stop until the day he drops dead, or at least that's what he told you.

He taught you everything that you needed to know, and honestly- You probably know a lot more than some of the guys who are paid to do this every month, Hell, your dad hunts them basically every week! That's kinda the reason why he won't accompany you this time, too busy dealing with vampires in a neighboring village, some rumours of some high profiled vampires coming into your hometown… He was very concerned for your safety before deciding that whenever these rumours were true or not, he needed to check them for himself regardless.

You decided to go on a hunt on your own, hunt one down and prove to your man that you'll do just fine all by yourself.

However, you have the knowledge from the books you read and from what your father taught you, but you don't have personal experiences in fighting vampires. So that's why you're finally going to take down a vampire all by yourself.

It took you some time to find the right target, but after hearing complaints about some odd things happening in the less wealthy part of town, you thought you had a pretty clear picture of what happened. You thought that maybe some vampires have been attacking the poorest people in town to not cause a bigger panic in the population, and sadly enough, you were right.

Apparently the vampirism started to spread uncontrollably as the newly transformed vampires weren't accustomed with the new malevolent power. Some would get addicted to blood and to the power they hold against humans, and start to bite more than what they can chew on.

You found someone who was acting suspiciously, a commoner who was acting more aggressively towards his neighbors and family, he had created a lot of enemies in only a couple of days after being transformed, as he was now acting like "royalty" surrounded by peasants. The poor bastard was out of his mind, and sadly you needed to take care of him before he would hurt more people.

The work of a vampire slayer (or at least, one who works on their own accord) isn't as glamorous or "pleasant" as most may think, it involves you constantly questioning yourself and your morals, the guy you're hunting has a family but from what you heard and from what you have seen as you observed him from afar- He is clearly gone, consumed by the addiction of human blood, he would end up hurting his own family if you didn't intervene.

You had to stalk him for basically the whole day, collecting information and waiting for a good opportunity to strike him- Sadly enough, you didn't know that someone else was also interested in killing him.

It was pretty quick now that you think about it- You were about to tackle him when someone else got to do it before you. You didn't know about vampire society's inner relationships but you are aware that there is some form of hierarchy, and that those who were transformed into vampires were considered to be closer to the bottom than those who were born into it. The bottom of their social structure being those who they could all feed on, so in other words humans.

As you have already prepared yourself to attack the blood addictic, this guy who seemed to have come out of nowhere has already noticed that he wasn't alone, you wouldn't be able to hide yourself at this point and running wouldn't be an option considering how fast he moved.

The only option was left was to fight this vampire who was clearly way too powerful for your newbie ass. It was a pretty tough fight, and even if you have lost- You did manage to prove that you weren't just a random human who found themselves in the wrong place, in the wrong time.

You were very well prepared- Idris was pretty impressed by your resistance, but from his eyes, you were lacking a lot in the intelligence department. You were a good brawler, but not a decent vampire slayer by far- He would question you about your level of skill constantly, even mocking the idea of you being an "newbie" at this job.

Idris had won in the end, making you his prisoner who he would bring back to his clan to be used as an easy food source while also giving them info about other vampire slayers. Of course you wouldn't give them anything, no matter how bad your situation was you would still fight to the very end.

Idris had used one of his abilities to bring you two to his clan's hideout in a blink of an eye, you weren't expecting it to be so quick. You were tied up and inside an "abandoned" mansion filled with vampires, you were sure you wouldn't survive this at all- Yet you had promised yourself to not give them any information about other vampires slayers, especially your father.

You have met them, all of them- All of the Nox clan of pure vampires (or at least the last of them), in one single place. They were all so eager to jump in and start the "fun" with you. To torture you, drink from you, control your mind so you would spill all that you know, they tried to but you wouldn't stop squirming and fighting their touch- However, your attitude has only helped to aggravate them.

Idris was in charge of taking care of you- And by that they meant he was the one who would be screwing with you the most. He would keep you alive with your bare necessities but would also be the one to punish and torture you to speak up.

Interestingly enough, Idris wasn't interested in violently taking the truth out of you- Oh no, boo- He was much more sadistic than that.

He saw you as a plaything, like a cat he would see you as something he should toy with before devouring- He would try to push you to your limits verbally, trying to trigger some sort of wound you may have. You were stronger than he assumed, he should have known you weren't so dumb to give in to his insults and threats.

He would still bite you though, hey, a man needs some blood before continuing his private interrogation, right? It's not his fault you're both his snack and the one being interrogated.

You were strong minded, you weren't feeling too awful about being taken as a prisoner, since you felt as if deep down you could still escape this- So the effects of the poison that he would inject on you weren't showing up at first, but after sometime of being under this terrible living condition with only him to talk with, you started to feel some type of weird way around him.

It could be the poison finally taking over, but you have started to notice some… Particular choices that Idris took when interacting with you. Again- It could be all some magic shit in your mind, but you could swear that the lingering touches from him weren't rough or painful as his threats.

Idris was never physically harmful towards you, even to his peers dismay as they would constantly scold him for being too soft. He was indeed very off putting and sadistic- But could he be hiding something deep inside his literally cold exterior? You started to think so… Well, you started to hope so.

See, although the poison is already making your mind dizzy and making you feel some kind of weird attraction towards Iris- It wasn't completely just your mind playing tricks on you, Idris has been trying a new tactic with you and it was working.

Maybe you haven't noticed yet, but for the last few weeks he has started to flirt with you more, touch you more and whisper less concerning things into your ears, and you were eating it all up due to your isolation and his poisonous bite.

The more he sucked your blood, the more enamoured you were with his softer "side", the poison becoming stronger with each bite. But everyday you two spend time together, Idris can't help but feel just as interested in you as you are to him. He may play it off as a sadistic manipulative (which he kinda is-) vampire who is above you and his own feelings- But whenever it's just you and him, he just feels like there is a bigger connection being formed.

The more you two get to know each other the more he'll start falling for you, to the point he doesn't know if he is faking empathy and care or if he actually likes you in a weird way. He has started to feel very satisfied whenever you start acting clingy, desperate even for his attention (again- He is the only one willing to even talk with you before biting you and sucking your blood), the sensation of power he feels is a little bit overwhelming- But very much appreciated.

You have started to feel some side effects from losing so much blood everyday, which has made Idris concerned and incapable of drinking from you for at least some time while you recover from it. But since you need some time to rest without being injected with more venom from fangs, which will cause you to start waking up from your brainwashed state and remember that A: It has been months since you were gone, your dad is out there looking for you and it's possibly thinking you're dead; B: You're trapped in a mansion filled with the last vampires of a powerful clan which has been massacred by vampire slayers like you; and C: You were starting to catch feelings for the one who brought you here- Regardless of manipulation and freaky vampire shit- You were indeed falling for his charm.

Whenever that happens, it will be obvious that you'll start trying to fight them and escape again, even if you're very, very weak from all these months without proper training and healthy eating habits.

You may try your hardest dear, but you'll need a better plan than just going feral on Idris. He is a lot stronger than you, especially since you can't even stand up on your own, and even hurting him makes you feel oddly awful- You had relied on him for so long, that it feels like you would be betraying him if you actually do hurt him, it seems like some of the effects of so much time under his manipulation are still present.

You can't hurt him, but you can still try to sneak out. You should still try to escape!

You would eventually come up with a plan to run away while it was still morning, even if it was a very flawed plan considering that the only place you knew in this entire mansion was Idris's room and bathroom. For some miracle reason, you would find a way to sneak out, it was pretty hard considering you have no strength in your legs, yet luckily no one seemed to be aware of your sudden movement around the corridors- Apparently the whole clan is composed of heavy sleepers.

Your escape was successful, but you wouldn't be able to reach safety anytime soon in your condition- And you knew that eventually they would wake up again and Idris would find you soon. Yet as you had promised yourself and your father, you weren't going down without a fight.

Idris is responsible for you, so whenever he notices that you were gone- He would first assume one of his kind has took you, but considering how everyone else in the clan considers him to be a nuisance and incompetent, he couldn't possibly ask around where were you. If he did, they would end up yelling at him and take you as their personal blood bag- He couldn't let them know that you have escaped.

He would search for you and be honest to god thankful that you weren't dead yet- He would be pissed but more concerned about your current state, after all you were supposed to be resting from losing so much blood and yet here you are: Trying to survive the wild nature around the mansion in a stupid attempt of escaping the vampires.

Idris would have to bite you more often while also giving some days off so you could rest, but doing in a way that you never lose the effects of the poison- He can't stand to see you fighting him so much.

I mean- He thinks that it's pretty attractive how fiesty you are, but he needs you to stay still in his bedroom and to start giving him those confused yet passionate eyes again- Idris doesn't know whether or not you're in love with him or is just acting in instinct considering your current position, and he soon will find himself begging for you to truly give in to this weird fantasy he has built around you two- But for now, all that he wants is the smallest affection that may come from you, even if it's not as true and morally correct as true love is supposed to be.

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u mentioned only reading kripke era fic do you have a reclist 👀👀👀and if not could you link some of ur faves cuz the stuff that gets circulated the most right now is all like late late seasons fic and kripke era is my favorite too but im having trouble finding that many fics for it or even seasons 6-10 era which im fine with also. its just that like. the last five seasons were so bad that it makes fic generally worse too because people have to jump off of just Thee stupidest plot choices no matter how good their prose skills might be. but anyway yea if u have recs that would be awesome :)

hi anon i was thinking abt making a reclist and u just gave me the perfect excuse thank u

jess adamilligan’s kripke era fic recs

from making this ive learned that i never bookmark ANYTHING. sorry all of these r like….. 10k and under. i DO read longer fic but i don’t have any kripke era longfics bookmarked & tbh i prefer short oneshots

season one gen

disclaimer because it’s unfortunately needed: NONE of these are w*ncest! they’re all completely tagged as gen and i did not read them with the intent of consuming ship content.

Coaster Park by fogsrollingin, 10.4k, G, gen

Coaster Park had been experiencing an unusually high frequency of technical difficulties. Dean wouldn't have pulled a shift treating nauseated, heat-stroked, or dehydrated park-goers for that if he could've helped it, but when 'technical difficulties' were accompanied by rumors of things moving and stopping on their own in front of the operators' eyes, Dean had to throw down.

No historical tragedies or disasters in the area, ectoplasm, or EMF. Dean's only lead was a battered-looking kid that'd been coming to the park every day since it'd all started.

really interesting au fic! slightly ‘it’s a terrible life’. dean winchester is a hunter/EMT and sam wesson is a college kid destined to die on a roller coaster ride.

two basic motivating forces by sahwen, 7.8k, T, gen

He can’t cry, it’s not allowed; even as a child he was hushed into silence, whether his tears were from a long car ride or a late night or a raging fever. It’s never been an option, it’s never been an available outlet, and it’s not about to start being one just because he’s having an emotional breakdown on the bathroom floor.

Sam isn't only afraid of clowns.

BIG emetophobia tw (both for graphic depictions of nausea/vomiting and for the fact that this fic is about sam suffering from emetophobia) for this one but it’s my favorite sickfic. portrays anxiety over getting sick really well and is a fascinating examination of the different ways that sam’s fear of loss of control can manifest itself. also has lovely brothers content <3

Let’s Start at the Very Beginning (Remix of Just as Easy as 123) by nwspaprtaxis, 4k, T, gen

Dean’s functionally illiterate and Sam’s determined to remedy it...

PLEASE READ THIS ONE god it’s so sweet. dean never learned how to read properly due to his nomadic childhood and sam teaches him how.

dean/cas

Broadway Musical by Griftings, 9k, M, m/m

This is the day that marked the Holy and Blessed Union of Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle.

The merging of prominent bloodlines is always a grand occurrence, but breeding pedigree hunter families like Winchester and Harvelle is something to be rejoiced. It is also something to be meticulously planned, which thankfully the Host is very good at.

Or, the romantic comedy where Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle are destined to get married, Castiel is given the task of playing matchmaker and fails terribly, the entire Heavenly Host becomes a sitcom audience, God warns against male pregnancy, and Jimmy Novak is incredibly unimpressed with angels in general.

somewhat of a fandom classic and the humor holds up wonderfully. a very silly fic completed with commentary from angel radio throughout the entire thing.

Sappiest Season by dollsome, 2.7k, G, m/m

In which Dean and Cas have to stop an evil Christmas tree (like you do), and it requires a little fake couple action.

hilarious little s5ish fic. one of the first i read when getting back into spn. i don’t want to spoil anything but this is my favorite pick me up and i still giggle randomly whenever i think about it

The (Mostly Accidental) Courtship of Dean Winchester by tuesday

Angelic marriage rites were never intended to go quite like this.

another fandom classic. ik this one is recced a lot but how could i NOT include it. dean and cas get married (mostly by accident) and they’re huge cunts about it

the one thing in the galaxy god didn't have his eyes on by prufrock, 2.4k, T, gen + m/m

“Wait,” Dean says. “Let me get this right. You can fly, right—you can teleport—but you can’t drive a car?”

or, after the events of S5E03 "Free to Be You and Me," Dean teaches Cas to drive. Cas finds it stressful

im always a sucker for a good ftbyam fic. also i can’t drive so. resonation

So Says The Sword by komodobits, 85k, E, m/m

The briefing was simple: ‘Stand guard over the Michael Sword until the battle is ready to commence. Await further instructions.’

Castiel doesn’t mind working security duty; he was briefed shortly after the initial salvation of the Sword from the pit, and again before taking up his position. He knows what to do. However, it’s easy to forget that the green room isn’t real. Time moves differently there, the space ever-changing to make a prison of mountains, cathedrals, salt flats, orchards, and whatever Castiel was led to believe about Heaven’s greatest weapon—Dean Winchester is something entirely unexpected.

NO introduction neede. i think everyone on spntumblr has read this already but still. if you haven’t then i am demanding that you read it NOW. tbh i’m just adding this one so that i have at least one long fic here 😭

the weight by @myaimistrue, 3.5k, T, gen + m/m

“Do you…” Bobby sighs. “Listen, Dean, do you have something you wanna tell me?”

It’s the conversational equivalent of being punched in the stomach.

Or, Dean works through some things with Bobby's help.

WHEN I SAW THE USERNAME I GASPED I HAD NO IDEA THIS WAS U. anyway i Love coming out fics idk why i just do. the world is ending and dean comes out to bobby

canticles by 2street2car, 10.3k, T, m/m

“But you know something? If I couldn’t get you laid, at least I gave you a good first date.”

feat: footsies at a Ruby Tuesday, stargazing, the recreation of an iconic "Dirty Dancing" scene (no, not that one—the other one), and practicing for When You're With A Girl.

another ftbyam fic that skepticalfrog (i believe?) recommended a while back. made me feel at least 28 new emotions

Epilogue by JayneL, 28k, E, m/m

Bobby is here, swearing somewhere above and behind him; and Dean is here, talking about 2014 like it's a foreign country; and Sam is here, and is not Lucifer. Which means-- Bobby is here, swearing somewhere above and behind him; and Dean is here, talking about 2014 like it's a foreign country; and Sam is here, and is not Lucifer. Which means--

Cas is no longer when he was. Lucifer sent him back.

Coda to 'The End'.

2014 cas gets sent back to 2009, feelings ensue etc. i don’t remember all the details of this one bc it’s been a while but it’s really good

bonus

currently reading

Fragile As We Lie by perilously, 11k, E, f/f

Dragging Bela Talbot out of perdition isn't so much a decision as it is a frantic choice based on gut instinct. Her soul is bright, if fractured, and Anna yearns to do good again after the perversion of free will that immediately preceded her death.

Bela's no ordinary human, though; she's prickly and damaged and beautiful, and Anna doesn't want to leave her side. So maybe they can figure out how to navigate post-resurrection, post-Apocalypse-that-wasn't Earth together.

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5 Times Something was Wrong with Pidge and the One Time they Realized what it meant

TW: Dysphoria, Self-Doubt, Unintentional Misgendering

(A/N:This is dedicated to the person in the enby pidge tag who told me I couldn't headcanon enby Pidge. You filled me w/ enough rage to write this.)

1.

How ironic was it that it was the announcement to the team telling them that she was a girl that started Pidge’s realization.

She thought it would bring a weight off her chest, the secret she had been keeping from most of the team finally revealed.

And yet...that wasn’t the case.

All Pidge could feel was this...sinking feeling as she told them. Like there was something wrong in what she was telling them. And that sinking feeling only got worse as everyone except Lance told her that they already knew.

Pidge could tell something was wrong but she couldn’t tell what. Shouldn’t she feel better after telling them? Why did she feel so much worse instead? Pidge wasn’t a boy so...why did it feel so wrong being called a girl?

Pidge..didn’t want to think about it. She was probably overreacting. After all she had been living with nothing but guys for months and pretending to be one, that was bound to mess with her a bit.

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2.

Pidge tried to push down the feeling she was getting in her gut that something was off. And for the most part she succeeded.

At least she did until she walked in on Hunk and Lance talking about her.

“...I still can’t believe I didn’t realize Pidge was a girl Hunk,” Lance groaned, complaining to his fellow Paladin, “I mean it’s soo obvious now, I should have realized she was a girl back in the Garrison.”

Lance clearly hadn’t noticed Pidge yet, as Pidge was pretty sure he wouldn’t be saying this if he knew that she was right behind her.

But as she heard Lance talking, she froze as the sinking feeling returned with a passion. If she had thought it had felt bad telling everyone she was a girl, that was nothing compared to hearing Lance call her a girl.

Pidge had planned to get a drink from the kitchen, but they had to go through the common room to do that and they just...couldn’t. Not with this terrible sinking feeling in her stomach.

Pidge quickly walked away, not even noticing the two had stopped talking and someone was calling out to her.

Wanting to ignore the weird feeling in her chest, Pidge threw herself into some projects. It was easy to forget about what she was feeling when she was working on things.

~~

3.

It was maybe too easy sometimes that she tended to forget to keep track of time when she was working on stuff.

She hadn’t even noticed how late it was until Shiro came into the lab.

“Pidge, how long have you been working,” Shiro called as they walked in, making Pidge jump a little.

“Uhhh I think it’s only been an hour or two,” Pidge lied, hoping Shiro would buy it.

But glancing back at Shiro, Pidge could tell that wasn’t the case.

“Pidge, it’s late, bedtime.”

Pidge groaned, but listened, knowing Shiro would make her if she didn’t, and headed to her room to get ready for bed.

Pidge sighed as they went to change into some more comfy clothes to sleep in. As the started to change they glanced over at the mirror and the weird feeling they had started moving on from their stomach, instead crawling all over their skin.

Wanting the feeling to go away, they quickly shoved the hoodie they were planning on sleeping in.

Immediately the feeling went away, leaving Pidge with a question as they headed to bed.

How long had it been since they were last able to look at themselves in the mirror?

Pidge shook it off, it was probably nothing, and besides she needed to head to bed before Shiro actually came in to check on her like he tended to do when he was worried people weren’t taking care of themselves.

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4.

The next day, Pidge was planning on heading back to the lab, after all they didn’t want to think about...whatever happened yesterday anymore than they had to.

And it wasn’t like anyone was going to treat her differently now that she had told them she was a girl right?

As it turned out, the answer to that was a no as Allura came to talk to her while she was eating breakfast.

“Oh Pidge! Good you’re here!”

Pidge flinched a little, having not heard Allura approach. Why did the Alteans have to be so fucking quiet all the time.

“Is there something you need Allura,” Pidge asked, then wincing slightly at how blunt that was, “Sorry I didn't get much sleep last night.”

Wasn’t a complete lie. Pidge had tossed and turned a bit last night, thinking over the weird feeling they kept getting.

Allura nodded in understanding. She probably thought it was nightmares, not whatever Pidge was dealing with.

“Anyways I was thinking, I saw in some of your pictures that you liked to wear dresses when you were younger. I was wondering if you’d like some of my old ones.”

Pidge hesitated for a second. Something about the idea of wearing dresses again felt...wrong to them.

But Allura looked so hopeful and Pidge didn’t want to let her down. Maybe she could just take them and wear them later if she was in the mood?

“Uh sure, I don’t see why not,” Pidge said after a moment.

Allura seemed to light up. “Great, then you can try some on real quick to see if they fit?” Fuck. Pidge couldn’t help but feel like she didn’t have a choice here. “...Right.”

Allura beamed and dragged Pidge along to grab the dresses. Pidge had a sinking feeling that there wasn’t going to be an easy way out of this.

Once they got to Allura’s room, Allura dug out some of the dresses that she had been talking about and handed them over to Pidge. “Hoefully these will work for you, you can try them on in the bathroom over there.”

“Right,” Pidge said, muttering under their breath slightly as they headed to the bathroom. Hopefully just one would appease Allura so Pidge wouldn’t be here all day.

Pidge sighed as they quickly got changed. Just one to appease Allura and then everything would be fine.

At least that’s what Pidge thought until she actually got the dress on and suddenly everything felt so wrong.

She glanced in the mirror after getting the dress on and could feel her skin crawling. All she wanted to do was get this damn dress off.

But why? She had been fine wearing dresses before? Why did she now just want to tear this dress off and never look at it again?

Pidge flinched upon hearing the knock on the door. “Pidge, is everything okay in there?”

“Sorry, I just got a bit distracted,” Pidge called. She hesitated for a second before adding something on. ‘I think this dress is a bit too small for me.”

Pidge hadn’t even realized that as they put it on, but it was clear now. Why else would it feel so tight? Plus it would explain why Pidge wanted to get it off as soon as possible.

“Well I’m sure I have some bigger dresses.”

“Thank you for the offer Allura,” Pidge said, quickly changing back into some more comfortable clothes, but I have work I need to be doing.” As she said this she handed the dresses back to Allura and got out of there as quickly as she could.

~~

5.

Alright enough was enough. Something was up with Pidge. She wasn’t sure what it was but enough stuff had happened in the past few days that she could tell something wasn’t right.

After some pacing, and trying to see if she could figure out what the fuck was going on on her own, she turned to Google.

Well it wasn’t technically Google, giving they were lightyears from Earth and most certainly not close enough for Google to work

It was more like a Space version of Google that Pidge had worked on to make sure it was a language she could understand.

She wasn’t sure exactly what to look up at first, so many different things had been going on recently that she wasn’t sure exactly she was looking for.

After a bit of debate, she decided to just look up everything she’d been feeling recently and hope that something clicked.

After a wild goose chase that Pidge had needed to take a break to eat in the middle of, she found something.

It was a single word but it kep popping up so Pidge figured she should look it up.

“Nonbinary,” she muttered to herself, reading the definition out loud. “an umbrella term for gender identities that are neither male nor female‍ or identities that are outside the gender binary.”

That had to be a coincidence. Pidge had been a girl for the longest time, she would have realized by now if she was nonbinary.

And besides she had been fine getting called a girl before this. She was just being weird now, nothing more than that.

Pidge closed her laptop and walked off, needing to get some fresh air. She really needed to figure out what was going on with her before it started interfering with stuff.

~~

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Pidge probably should have realized that people would start to worry about her when she disappeared all of a sudden. She had just needed some alone time to figure stuff out.

That was kind of ruined when Shiro entered. “There you are Pidge,” Shiro sighed in relief. “Everyone’s been looking for you.”

Had it really been that long since she had come out here? “Sorry Shiro, I didn’t mean to worry you guys.”

If it had been anyone else, they would have brushed it off and just let the others know where Pidge was.

Shiro wasn’t just anyone however, and he could tell when people weren't okay.

“Katie, is everything alright?”

The second Pidge heard her real name leave Shiro’s mouth, she flinched. She didn’t understand why but it was...instinctive.

Katie was still her name, even if she preferred to go by Pidge so why did she flinch?

“What’s wrong with me,” Pidge muttered to herself.

Shiro, if he hadn’t been worried before, was definitely worried now.

“K-,” Shiro stopped himself before calling Pidge Katie again. He probably had noticed her flinch when he called her that before. “Pidge, you know you can tell me anything.”

“If I knew what was going on with me, you’d be the first to know Shiro,” Pidge said, “But honestly, I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me.”

Pidge was half expecting Shiro to call her out on her cursing. But apparently Shiro knew she needed to get it out.

“Why don’t you explain to me everything that’s been going on recently and maybe I can help.”

Hearing Shiro’s words, Pidge spilled everything they’d been feeling recently. All of the weird feelings they’d been getting for seemingly no reason and how everything just felt so wrong.

Shiro paused before speaking. “Pidge, I know you dismissed it before, but what you’re describing sounds like you might be nonbinary.”

Pidge wanted to dismiss it but she (they?) hesitated. It was one thing for Pidge to think that but for Shiro to think so to. Could she….could they be nonbinary?

“..I’ll let the others know you’re okay Pidge, I know you’ll need some time to think this over.”

If Shiro’s talk with Pidge led to them coming out to the team a second time, well that was no one’s business but Pidge’s.

~Bonus~

Pidge was on their way back to the lab after finally getting that weight off their chest. The others all accepted them, though they had to explain to Allura and Coran exactly what nonbinary meant.

Before they got too far though, they heard someone calling out to them. “Pidge! Hold on a second.”

Pidge turned around to see Lance running to catch up to them. “Hey Lance, what’s up?”

Lance took a second to catch their breath before speaking. “I wanted to apologize for earlier, when you overheard me talking to Hunk.”

Pidge hadn’t even realized Lance had noticed them standing there. Then again, thinking back on it the two had gone quiet right before they ran off. “Lance it’s fine you didn’t k-”

“Pidge, it's not fine, it really hurt you. I know if I had been in your position, someone complaining about not realizing my gender, it would have really hurt me.”

Pidge blinked a bit at that, the way Lance had said that...it sounded like he was speaking from experience.

“Lance...are you?”

Lance hesitated slightly. “Kind of? I’m not cis if that’s what you’re asking. But uh...I’m trans ftm, not nonbinary. And I know how much it hurts to be misgendered.”

Pidge thought about how weird it had felt being called she and nodded. “I forgive you Lance. Besides I know you couldn’t have known so you didn’t have to apologize.”

Lance grinned. “What can I say, us non-cis folk have to stick together.”

Pidge snickered a bit at that. “I guess you’re right.”

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6 with losleep?

6. “I Don’t Know How To Form It Into Words, But.. I Think I’m In Love With You.”  

[Written on the spot so not editted and sloppy lol Hope you like!]

Human Au (Almost put haman lol), Highschool Au, Best Friends to Lovers,Confessions,Short!Logan,Strong!Logan Needs Agenda!!!(Mentioned), Losleep. Tw: slight cussing and abit of doubt As Law of Losleep states I Have to Tag Lia so @sleepless-in-starbucks ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Summary:  Logan was usually the one having problems with conveying his feelings to words. But his Best Friend Remy Nightingale could always understand him completely but this one time Remy was the one having a hard time conveying his emotions into words. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Logan Berry and Remy Nightingale had met in middle school for a project they were paired together, the smartest boy in school with the most like gay boy who was rather popular. An odd combination of people , honestly they clashed a lot at first but that was the very start of there friendship. Many years went by they were fastly approaching the end of there third year of of highschool about five years of friendship between the two boys. No matter how different they were , they were stuck like glue. Through thick and thin but you see Remy has this small. Well big. Problem on his hands which has been plaguing him since last year. What was this problem? Well Logan. Not in a terrible way but every time Remy made eye contact with the other, Logan talking about something he adores and Logan’s eyes just light up brighter then the stars. How cute Logan was when he was sleepy and Remy has to force him to sleep with platonic cuddles and tea. Logan just showing his true colors to Remy smiling and laughing along when it’s just them and no one else around. Remy could understand whatever the glasses nerd would wanna say but couldn’t cause explaining stuff in words was hard and tricky. Though Remy grew queasy and cheeks red along with sweaty palms when he saw Logan some days he blames it on the lack of sleep that was making him like this. But no Remy was just and had fallen hard for the blonde haired with flowy golden locks. Was defiently tiny in size but could sweep and pick him off his feet and all his freckles look like stars on the others pale skin. As Remy noticed being picked up by Logan who picked him up for either wearing terrible shoes in not so good weather or Remy falling over all that. Damn Remy was Gay and for once. He was the one who didn’t know how to Convey his feelings into the words he wants to Tell Logan. As Remy had been laying on Logan’s bed sprawled out as Logan was at a desk Just talking about what Remy didn’t know he was to lost in his mind to even pay attention where he couldn’t remember how long he was there, cause Logan could honestly ramble for hours. Another thing Remy Adored about Logan. “The combination of its simple 'w' shape and the brightness of its stars makes Cassiopeia one of the most easily recognizable-”  Remy somewhat snapped back into reality as he was catching the end of a star fact Logan was talking about but Remy had to cut the other off. “Lo, Babes? Sorry to cut you off but....” “What is it Remy?”  Logan had seemed confused sure he noticed Remy wasn’t fully paying attetion how he usually does but the male presumed it was from a lack of sleep from when they binged Doctor Who together last night as a near end of Junior year of there highschool year. As Logan watch Remy fumble around with words trying to say something that would make sense Logan couldn’t help but blush lightly watching the other. Which he may have had a small Crush on since the start of this year, if he was being honest with himself, but there would be no way Remy would love someone like him. Remy was charismatic ,charming, alluring. His nicknames never fail to make the other blush and it was amusing how he got the exact same order from starbucks every time. How bold he was in what he chose to wear from crop tops to dresses, Logan was head over heels and oblivious as all damn to his friend’s feelings for him. Two minutes. Of Remy babbling trying to find his words. Cute. But Logan had to pipe up. “Remington You know you can tell me anything correct?” “I know Lo, Also shut up, I told you my real name is Blehhhhhhh” Causing a chuckle to escape from the two of them the small bit of tension lifting from the air. As Remy took in a deep breath it was now or never but the words left his lips as he adverted his gaze. “I Don’t Know How To Form It Into Words, But.. I Think I’m In Love With You.”   Cheeks red as he watches Logan’s face burst into a cherry red. “Remy...” “it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, it’s just i dunno how to say it. it’s just that i kind of wanted it be more romantic and words are shit and -” “Remy....I Think I’m In Love With You Too...”

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sharp gray eyes size up their unwanted companion through a lung-staled waft of smoke. “ ‘ey. ”  a tip of the chin. cigarette ash darts to pavement. crunch. eddie grinds that shit in, real good. nothin’ like a pair of trusty docs to do the trick. “ what the fuck’s your damage ? ”

or alternatively :  yo, yo, whassgood ?  the name’s liana ( she/her/hers ) and i am so friggin’ hyped to bring you my spoopy lil’ music man, eddie williams !!  below the cut you’ll find a big hodge-podged mess of facts, potential connects, and other delicious chips of info. his favorites are hoppin’ jalapeno crunch tators, thanks for fuckin’ askin’. (   imagine how heartbroken he’ll be when frito lay discontinues them in the 90′s... rest in spaghetti never forgetti.    )

— ❝ wait is that THOMAS HAYES ? or is that KEITH EDISON “EDDIE” WILLIAMS who arrived in las vegas TWENTY-THREE years ago? HE is TWENTY-THREE years old. last time i checked they were a GUITARIST IN CRIMSON & CLOVER / ARTIST AT ATOMIC TATTOOS . rumour has it they’re very BEGUILING and very HARUM-SCARUM. the CISMALE reminds me of SAY WHAT YOU WILL BY FASTWAY.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: DEATH, DOMESTIC ABUSE, VIOLENCE, DRUG USE/ABUSE, MENTIONS OF ADDICTION.

eddie is the lovely ivy williams [ @poiseonxivy​ ] ’s older brother !  they grew up in a contentious household here in vegas, with an abusive alcoholic for a father and a complacent/despondent mother. fed up with the abuse and chaos, their mother walked out on them when eddie was 13. he and ivy caught her in the act, and this savage kid called her out for being a coward and opened the fuckin’ door for her. “ die in a ditch, ”  is the last thing he ever said to that sorry waste of a woman.

naturally, things with their father only got worse. he was quick to provoke and impossible to please. the williams siblings had to step up to upkeep their home, make sure bills got paid, etc., all while receiving the worst of it from their father. ivy, as the youngest, was blamed for the family’s downfall. eddie got berated and slurred at for his tendency to peruse his sister’s things, paint his middle fingers interesting colors, ask her to do his makeup on halloween. his father was the first person to ever look eddie in the eye and call him a faggot, and, well... that shit dug deep.

it’s not that he’s overly concerned about it. hell, labels are fuckin’ dumb, alright? he’d sooner be gagged with a spoon than told he has to live his life all boxed up. he doesn’t care that the lady at the bar’s stunning and so is the guy pourin’ her drink, alright? what he does care about is... what if he is that thing his dad said? what if he... what if he is the man his dipshit dad saw in him ?

guitarist in el’s band, crimson & clover !  the band formed several years ago and has been playing gigs ever since. it’s definitely made him grow as a guitarist :  you can frequently find eddie chilling on fire escapes experimenting with new riffs and the like. he’s absolutely got that band aesthetic ––  distressed tees, tight pants, leather, leather, leather. doc martens. beat up sneaks. jaw-length hair, wavy. usually teased on stage and left to its own devices off-stage. music has always been an escape for him, especially from the hellscape that was his childhood home. catch him chillin in el’s record shop, cig in hand, blissed out to the latest rock releases blasting in his headphones.

jake wheeler’s next-door neighbor / best friend !  we have yet to plot about this, but that’s a wc eddie fills & we could do something with that, too!

tw: drugs, abusive tendencies, mild violence.  eddie’s genetics do predispose him to addiction. and, unfortunately, this bitch way more than dabbles in a haphazard lifestyle. he’s BIG into psychedelics, stimulants. alcohol. acid. he’ll pulverize the occasional bar asshole’s face. make fights out of nothing. but s’not a problem, alright ? he’s cool. he’s cool.   (  this guy’s a sinkin’ ship in heavy ass denial.  )

art. tattooing.  art has also played a pivotal role in eddie’s life. from a very young age, he created edgy doodles: skeletons in their sunday best, ghost cartoons carrying guns. the late 60′s/early 70′s saw his school notebooks filling with vietnam-inspired strips, doodles, and sketches. he used to draw “tattoos” on his fellow delinquents during detention in sharpie ink. gave himself his first poke tattoo on his ankle  ( a scrawled so what ? )  in eighth grade. now, he works as a tattooist at atomic tattoos. always flirts with the clientele. and they always leave happy.

tw: death. wears a dharma wheel pendant at all times, tucked beneath his shirt or, if he’s shirtless, just out in the open. he’ll say he found it in the street, but it actually belonged to a guy he started seeing his senior year of high school, in secret.  glenn farley. he was older, around 27, but he offered up the first safe place eddie’d ever known. dude disappeared close to eddie’s graduation. eddie stayed angry for a long time, until his photo turned up in the obits :  glenn was killed in a hit-and-run outside a dive bar.

on the topic of sexuality & gender expression :   eddie honestly couldn’t give a flyin’ shit. he’s of the belief that existence shouldn’t be coded or explained. so, yeah, he’s male. and yeah, he’ll be attracted to whomever he pleases. but in a time where that shit’s not too common? not too accepted? he does feel like he’s playing hide-and-seek. it’s exhausting. and... there’s still something that nags him, at the back of his mind, when he decides to hook up with a guy. it’s all tied up with his family history ( see the stuff about his dad above ) .

eddie is very outspoken & unfiltered. he won’t mince his words; he’ll speak bullets without considering the exit wound. 

he’d much rather have coffee and cigarettes than a meal. but if he’s gotta have food? and you’re forcing him? cinnamon waffles with ten gallons of syrup. delicious.

wears rings because hell, if he’s gonna punch you, he wants that shit to hurt.

smells like tobacco and amber and fresh-fallen rain.

likes makeup. tends to get away with some eyeliner/eyeshadow on stage, but typically doesn’t wear any day-to-day. maybe some eyeliner on his waterline, but... he’s learned how to get by.

cross his sister and he’ll eat your face for breakfast.

default greeting: blinking at you like you’re offending him by taking in the same air.

honestly he’s never thought to leave vegas. he likes it here. his crew? they’re good people. as in reckless. fun.

has almost a full sleeve on his left arm, and two bands curling around his right bicep. one ear pierced, but doesn’t always wear an earring there.

can he offer you a winter green lifesaver in this trying time ??

goes by eddie or williams. call him keith and he can’t be held responsible for what happens to you. the only person who’s got keith privileges is his kid sister.

thomas hayes has brown eyes but eddie’s are a staggeringly light blue-gray. they look like ice. he’s 6′1 and that type of lanky that tends to look sleek, enticing, and mildly emaciated. he does have muscle to him, but the guy doesn’t eat very often and he’s on a steady diet of destructive habits, so... he’s got that matty healy circa 2012 vibe going on

potential connects.

chaos crew. they hit the clubs. they try their hand at scheming and tricking the best poker leagues. chug beers, crush the cans, and toss ‘em in front of cars. experiment with drug cocktails and haunt the town. all laughs and dilated pupils and forgetting, forgetting, forgetting the cracks in their ribs, the scabs on their knuckles. nothin’ hurts when your blood pumps this quick.

diner pal.  eddie rolls up to his favorite diner in the wee hours of the morning. 2am, 3am. when he can’t sleep or he’s comin’ down from a heckish night, he’s there, whole pitcher of coffee and a stack of waffles. mussed hair. an entire encyclopedia of wild stories. one night, he stumbled into this person’s booth high as all shit, and they’ve been inviting themselves to one another’s tables ever since. could be a romantic connection. could be platonic.

ex on bad terms.  kid’s got commitment issues. i’d love to give them a source.

fuckbuddies.  they could just be friends who get fucked and do the deed. maybe there’s feelings. maybe it’s a you service me, i’ll service you situation. either way, they’re indulgent. they’re reckless. and they’ve got no regard for any damage they’ll cause.

people he’s tattooed.  

sworn enemies.  acerbic words, gnashing teeth, icy glares. they’ll cross the fuckin’ street just to avoid being within a ten-foot radius of one another.

caretaker.  a friend ( or even stranger ) who’s taken it on themselves to monitor this maelstrom. all i can say is... good friggin’ luck, kid.

obviously there are so many more but this is just a list to get some juices flowing !

if you want to plot, please feel free to message me !!  i’m headed to the gym now but after that i’ll hit up the starter tags !!  so flipping excited to write with you goons !!

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please join us in welcoming ALI as JULIAN SMYTHE ↷ oldest, twin. ( ADMIN APPLICATION  ↷  feel free to use this as a reference if needed! )

OUT OF CHARACTER.

NAME, AGE TIMEZONE, PRONOUNS: Ali, 23, EST, she/her.

SHIPS: /chem, /build.

ANTI-SHIPS: /forced.

IN CHARACTER.

DESIRED CHARACTER: Julian Robert Smythe.

FACECLAIM: Grant Gustin.

BIRTH ORDER: Oldest & older twin.

AGE/BIRTHDAY: 26, February 18th.

HOMETOWN: Cambridge, Massachusetts.

GENDER IDENTITY/PRONOUNS: Cis-male, he/him.

ORIENTATION(S): Bisexual demiromantic.

MAGAZINE & JOB; Social Media Manager at Pinstripe Magazine.

TIME WITH THE MAGAZINE: Six years (seven with one year internship). 

TIME IN CURRENT POSITION: Two years. 

SOCIAL MEDIA.

@JRSMYTHE: my face @ literally everyone all the time [photo]

TEXT TO [MA]: SEE YOU GUYS AT CHRISTMAS!!!

TEXT TO [ORION]: it would’ve been nice to say goodbye, you know?? like i think i deserved that at least

@JRSMYTHE: i’m sorry?? i thought my earbuds were a clear indication that i didn’t want to listen to you???

@JRSMYTHE: i had a dream last night that i was late for my chemistry test?? i’m 26

BACKSTORY & MORE.

The Smythe family dynamic was never perfect or anything. In truth, Robert and Emilia were rarely together. She was always back and forth between America and France. She had things to do and places to be, so Robert was normally the parent the Smythe siblings saw most. That doesn’t mean that Emilia wasn’t around because she was, but the interaction they had with her was normally over the phone or through a computer screen. This led their children to be tossed around from nanny or nanny. It was always a different face each month--the person never wanting to stay for long. The longest one had been a year and that was because it was Emilia’s niece that needed a job while she was in college, and she was more like a babysitter than a nanny.

Robert Smythe served as the State Attorney for Massachusetts for eight years. He then later ended up teaching courses at Harvard Law, which is his alma mater. Coming from old money and having the salary he did made it so the Smythe family had a pretty big cushion when it came to finances. Because of this, Julian didn’t have to worry about much of anything growing up. He got what he wanted and didn’t think of the price tag on most things. This became a problem later on when he tried to make a name for himself without the help of his parent’s money. Julian ended up realizing that money didn’t exactly come easy if you weren’t from money, or if you didn’t have a decent enough job to earn the money.  The pretty hefty trust in his name, however, ended up helping more than Julian would ever admit. He ended up making a pretty big dent in it over the past few years, but at least he has an apartment, car and a pretty decent job and education.

Julian was pretty into partying during his late teen years and early twenties. One of the other guys on the soccer team at school brought him to his first party, and it sort of went on from there. The expectations he went in with were pretty low. He thought it’d be pretty cliche, but what he found was shitty alcohol, indie music and a bunch of teenagers basically having sex in the same room. It was there that he met Orion, and he was instantly attracted to him and Orion to him. They traded numbers and agreed to a no-strings hookup whenever and wherever. But after a year, they were sleeping with one another exclusively. It was then that they agreed to see if there was chemistry outside of the sex.

[ TW: TOXIC RELATIONSHIP ] Things were fine at first, but then there were small disagreements, and those small things led to fights, which led to break-ups and Julian sleeping in his car in order to avoid their apartment. It wasn’t until months of the recurring behavior that Julian was going to leave Orion. He didn’t want the fighting or for them to eventually hate one another, and he didn’t want it to end the way that everyone had told him it would when they first got together. But then after a particularly bad fight, Orion admitted to have been seeing another guy he met at a bar a few weeks ago, and that it was looking pretty serious despite not knowing him that long. That broke Julian’s heart. They eventually got back together after Julian begged Orion to choose him and stay. But then they’d break up again because their somewhat dysfunctional relationship turned toxic. The love Julian once felt had changed into something more sad and desperate. After another year of it, Julian came home to all of Orion’s stuff gone and a note that simple read “we aren’t good together”. The partying got worse after that and before Julian realized it, he was asking his father to help him find a good therapist.

Julian worked as an unpaid intern at Pinstripe for a semester, and then landed a position as a paid intern before moving up the line. He is now the manager for the entire Social Media department at Pinstripe. And well, while Robert wasn’t exactly happy with Julian working at Pinstripe at first, he has learned to deal with it over the years. If you asked, he’d probably say it was because he wanted Julian to follow in his footsteps. But in all honesty, Robert’s pretty much just happy that Julian is at least doing something with his life, and that his party days are finally behind him. Those are days that neither Julian or Robert like to speak of, especially since Robert had to pick his son up from the police station a few too many times.