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delta-roseblr · 3 years ago

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Lol, all the new info about the solangelo and delix kids made me want to have a fic just about them. So I was wondering if that would be possible? xD

Hello, Anon!

I know it has been forever since you sent this prompt, but it wasn't forgotten!

I hope this is worth the wait

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The Kids

· Because Solangelo and Delix both set down in California, Solangelo in New Rome and Delix stays in Northern California; they see each other a lot, as do their kids.

· The fact that Michael and Lee (Nico and Will's twins) and Mason (Felix and Dean's son) are a little more than a year apart just added to their drive to get together as a family. The kids could entertain each other, and they always got along well. The twins were challenging to entertain when they were little, so this is a big deal.

· Will and Dean always figured the three of them would always get along because, well, that was how they were, but Nico and Felix had their doubts. They figured that as the three got older and if (when) the twins started showing their demigod powers that they would drift.

· Nico and Felix turned out to be completely wrong, and the three just got closer as they got older.

· You would think, since Mason is the oldest of the three, he would take on the leadership role in the group, but that isn't how it works out. Mason is a pretty even-keeled kid. He definitely got Dean's tendency to want to put his head down and do his work. He can and does take the leadership role during team things like sports but not when the twins are involved.

· The twins are a damn handful from the moment they are born, and they never really change. Both of them are outgoing in their own ways. Lee is more competitive and will jump at the opportunity to take on a challenge, while Michael is more social- he can (and will) start a conversation with pretty much anyone he meets. The two are also a perfect storm of trouble because Michael will come up with an idea like they should buy fake ids and sneak into a club, and Lee will view it as a challenge, so he wants to do it, and they will absolutely find a way to talk Mason into joining them. Mason definitely tries his hardest to keep them out of trouble and manages to be at least somewhat successful sixty-five percent of the time.

· The twins love showing up at Mason's mortal school events, so even though they do not go there, most of Mason's classmates recognize them. They are also pretty much honorary members of Mason's lacrosse team. While Mason gives them shit for being menaces, he really likes when they show up, it definitely stops things from getting boring.

· Mason visits New Roman as well, even though not as much because going to New Roman can be a process as a mortal going to New Roman. Still, he has teamed up with the twins and a few of the other children of the seven around their age to case a little harmless trouble on the weekend.

· Btw, Dean has had several conversations with a teenage Mason about precisely what to do if he finds himself being hit on by a horny god (with very specific things to say to Apollo or Dionysus). Mason considers these the most embarrassing conversations he has ever had with his days. It's bad enough that his middle-aged dads still act like teenagers half the time and CAN'T keep their hands off each other. He doesn't want to hear about how Greek gods had tried to bone them back in the day. Grandpa Solace jumping in with "Just remember, Apollo isn't nearly as good in bed as he claims, and you can take my word for it" doesn't help with the awkwardness. He would rather have to go through the birds and bees talk a million times over.

· All three of these boys are NOT STRAIGHT. Michael is gay, while both Lee and Mason are bisexual. It's hard to say that Michael or Lee "came out" because it happened so organically. There was no sit everyone down and tell them moment. Instead, it was just "I LIKE like that boy" or "that boy is really cute" when they were like twelve. Mason takes FOREVER to admit this to himself and even longer to admit it to anyone else. Michael and Lee KNOW way before Mason admits to anything, and neither of them lets him hid from it. Lee tries the comforting approach hoping Mason will admit it while Michael goes more the exposure therapy route- he'll point out cute guys and ask what Mason thinks. He tricked Mason into going to a few gay events without Mason knowing until it was too late to back out.

· FYI, Mason comes out to Lee first, but only because they get into a fight because Lee is flirting with a boy; Mason secretly has a massive crush on (or at least he thinks it's a secret, but everyone can tell). Michael is solidly pissed about this for months, but that doesn't stop him from trying to play matchmaker.

Dribble:

The rain had stopped, and Mason supposed he should have been happy about that, but the lingering sense of tension and danger made it hard to appreciate. He, Michael, and Lee had already walked one block north of Gypsy Bar, and Mason was hoping as they put even more distance between themselves and the bar that sense of unease would dissipate at least a little.

They had been walking in silence for several minutes. That was a rare thing, and Mason hoped it meant that it was one of those rare occasions that his cousins were thinking about how horrible their idea had been, but Lee killed that hope the moment he opened his mouth.

"Well, we had to try," Lee declared.

Mason looked over and up because, of course, Lee was at least three inches taller than him. That would have been more annoying if Mason was at all insecure about his height, but at six foot he was comfortable. Also, he had a couple of inches on Michael, which helped.

Lee's hair looked practically white instead of its usual light blonde under the street lights' harsh glare, and his complexion seemed extra fair. Even his freckles were lost in the artificial light. Not surprisingly, there wasn't a single sign of worry on his face.

Maybe if Mason had Greek god powers, he would have been relaxed too, but he didn't. That call for adventure that Lee and Michael had just seemed like asking for trouble to Mason, the mere mortal. "Not with the worse fake IDs in history," Mason pointed out yet again.

"They were not that bad!" Michael was quick to defend.

This was not the first time Mason had heard that, and it didn't make it any less ridiculous. One of Michael and Lee's dads was literally a doctor that could heal people by touching them. There was no fucking excuse for their inability to see what was right in front of them. Why Michael had even bought the IDs, having seen them, Mason would never understand.

"They looked like they were hand-drawn by a preschool," Mason pointed out, "And the names were ridiculous."

"Pictures didn't look much like us," Lee agreed.

Michael let out a long, loud sigh, pushed a dark strand of hair that had fallen out of his ponytail and into his eye line, and tucked it behind his ear. While Lee looked like the stereotypical California surfer dude, Michael almost looked Mediterranean. He had light brown hair that he had grown out over the last year and now almost exclusively wore tied up, and he naturally had a more tan, almost olive complexion. Even with the differences, it was impossible not to recognize the two as twins immediately. They both had the same sharp facial features, lean and athletic builds, and light blue eyes.

Mason was the obvious odd man out in the group. His hair was somewhere between a light brown and a dark blonde, and his eyes were hazel rather than blue. His build was boxier, and he was definitely wider in the shoulders than his cousins, but that might have been because he had been playing lacrosse since he was eight. His facial features were also a little more square and angular. It might not have been a stretch to believe the three of them were related, but no one was going to mistake them for triplets.

"Okay, that is enough with the pouting," Michael declared with just a little bit of annoyance in his voice. Mason was a little surprised it had taken that long because usually, the more outrageous and destined to fail one of Michael's plans were, the more annoyed he got when it did, in fact, fail. "At least we got a fun story out of it," he stated.

Knowing Michael, he really did see that as a win which was crazy. Mason fucking loved his cousins. They were literally his best friends and really always had been, but sometimes they were crazy to be around. Mason put that on all the demigod stuff. After all, if you have literally trained to fight monsters since you were a little kid getting fake IDs and trying to sneak into a twenty-one and over club probably didn't sound all that crazy.

Mason wasn't exactly a fucking nun. Sneaking into a bar didn't sound completely crazy but trying to get into a bar known for checking IDs with comically bad fake IDs did.

"We are lucky they didn't call the police," Mason pointed out flatly. The bouncer had decided to take pity on them for some reason after giving them one hell of a fucking lecture, and Mason would forever be grateful. "Or worse, our parents," he added with a shutter.

"What are you worried about?" Lee asked with a laugh, "Uncle Dean and Uncle Felix would have been totally cool."

Mason gave Lee a serious look. "Nothing about my parents is cool," he stated firmly, "No matter how many people say otherwise."

"You really are a master of denial," Lee commented teasingly before patting his shoulder and adding, "It's kind of impressive."

The fact was Mason was well aware that his dads were pretty cool. If they had been called and told Mason had been caught with a fake ID trying to sneak into a bar, they probably wouldn't have even yelled at him. Neither of them were big yellers. Mason would have gotten one hell of a disapproving lecture which Mason was convinced was worse than yelling ever could be. He definitely would have lost a whole bunch of privileges for the foreseeable future.

Unfortunately, Mason had been hearing about how cool his dads were since he could remember. The fact that Felix getting early releases of video games all the time helped. Dean always bringing Mason and his friends for ice cream after practice when he was younger didn't hurt. As he got older, he just became the one with the cool parents in all his friend groups. It got old after a while, and that was before the term DILF started getting thrown around.

He would have been more annoyed if it was anyone besides Lee and Michael. They had it just as bad as he did, even if it was slightly different. Uncle Nico was practically a legion among Demigods for all the questing he did as a teenager, and even if he had just sat on his ass, he was still the son of Hades, which was a big thing. Uncle Will didn't have the history with all the questing, but he played an important role in some battle, which was enough to give him some fame. The twins had to deal with their fair share of people going full-on hero-worship over their dads, and then there was the fact that Uncle Nico had worked as a model for like five years.

Mason might not have been truly pissed off, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to flip Lee off for that comment. He did grin as he did it, at least so it was clear that it was all good.

They had walked about half a block as they had talked, and they made it about a block more in silence before Michael huffed. "So what are we going to do now?" he asked. Mason went to answer but barely got an opportunity to take a breath before Michael held up a finger to cut him off. "And the answer of going home is not allowed, so just don't even say it," he stated firmly.

Mason didn't get why going home, playing video games, ordering a pizza, and hanging out was such a bad idea. His dads were out on a date night, so they probably would have had the house to themselves, not that that mattered. According to Michael, that was just not an acceptable way for them to spend their evening, and in fairness, he had made that clear before then. That didn't mean that wasn't exactly what Mason had been prepared to suggest, but he wasn't really surprised that Michael warned him not to before he got a chance.

Mason stopped and looked around to get a feel for where they were. Since they were in West Berkeley, it was more his stomping ground rather than the twins. If it were New Rome, the twins would have a list of places they could go and things they could do, so he guessed it was on him to at least come up with one suggestion.

If he was honest, he only had a vague idea of where they were, and it wasn't a part of the city he visited often, so he didn't have the best idea of what was around. Ultimately, he went with the first thing that came to mind. "There is a really cool vintage bookstore like two blocks from here," he stated, pointing in the direction he thought it was.

It might have been the first thing he had thought of, but Mason didn't think it was a half-bad idea. He had been to the place a few times with Dean because Dean had a radar for little bookstores, and it didn't matter what they were doing or where they were supposed to be; he had to go in. It was such a well-known fact that Felix always looked up where bookstores were when they went on vacation so they could plan when they went. The little bookstore that Mason couldn't remember the name of had actually been pretty cool.

"You found an answer worse than go home," Michael commented flatly, "Why do you hurt me like this?"

Mason rolled his eyes because now Michael was just overdramatic. "They serve coffee and stuff," he informed.

"Coffee actually sounds pretty fucking good," Lee admitted, which was a good sign. Of the two, Michael always wanted to do something big and over-the-top. Lee could be like that sometimes, but he was more likely to see reason when Michael was just suggesting something crazy. Usually, if Mason could get Lee on his side, he had a chance. If Lee backed Michael's idea, then it was only a matter of time before Mason agreed to whatever insanity had been planned.

Michael stared between Mason and Lee with clear disapproval. "We can not go from trying to sneak into a 21 and over club to drinking coffee in a used bookstore," he stated with disgust before just shaking his head with disappointment, "Honestly, what is wrong with you two?"

"Okay," Lee declared, managing to sound just as unamused by Michael as Michael was with them. Lee was infinitely better at dealing with his brother when he was being dramatic than Mason was. "How about we go into that pizza place-" he pointed past Mason toward a small pizza place just across the street from where they were standing, "-and talk to the cute girls that are walking in."

"Well, that doesn't sound like fun for me!" Michael grumbled as he turned and assessed the option for a split second. "Oh, there is a couple of boys that could be cute! I don't hate that idea."

Mason gave in and turned to see what they were talking about and immediately wanted to crawl into a hole and die. "Oh my god, could you too stop staring," he hissed as he turned his back on the scene and hoped no one saw him.

They should have gone to New Rome.

Of course, both Michael and Lee were staring at him, and he knew they were going to ask. Neither of them was precisely known for letting things go either.

"What?" Mason shrugged, sounding more defensive than he meant to, "They are people from my school."

Michael and Lee exchanged a look that was never a good thing. It was one of those weird twin silent communication things they would do, and it usually meant they were about to tag team, Mason. It never worked out well.

"You know them?" Michael asked, although he managed to give the question far more weight than such a simple question should have had.

Lee was even less subtle as he stared at Mason with obvious suspicion, "How come we don't know them?"

Obviously, Michael and Lee didn't go to Mason's high school because they were in New Rome, but they hung around with Mason enough that they knew all of Mason's school friends and a fair number of his classmates. It wasn't necessarily weird that they didn't know someone that Mason knew from school, but it was a more rare occurrence. On this specific occasion, it actually made a lot of sense because they were people Mason only recently started getting to know.

"It looked like Theo and a few of the other kids from the theater club," Mason explained. Mason was not a theater kid. Even if he had wanted to be, he never would have had time with lacrosse and soccer. Since he was a junior and apparently would benefit from diversifying his afterschool activities (so saith his guidance counselor), he joined the AV club and somehow ended up helping with the school play, so he got to know some of the theater kids over the last few months. Not a big deal in the slightest. "And for the record, you two aren't entitled to know all my school friends," he pointed out just to prove a point.

Michael and Lee exchanged another look.

"Theo?" Lee questioned.

"Interesting," Michael commented.

Mason's heart jumped into his throat. Had he said that name? He hadn't meant to, but it must have just slipped out. He was absolutely fucked because the twins weren't going to let that go, and that was the last thing Mason needed. Theo was just a dude with great hair that made Mason feel weird sometimes, and he didn't want to talk about that.

Play it cool, Mason told himself through his internal panic. He shrugged, which felt like the most unnatural gesture ever. "He hangs out with a lot of the AV kids helping with the play," he explained. More accurately, he hung around many band kids helping with the play, and Mason had to adjust the audio equipment a fair amount. After talking a few times, Mason may have invited him to hang out with the AV kids, and the guy took him up on that. There was no fucking way he was telling Lee and Michael that story. "I've learned his name. It isn't a big deal," he stated. That at least was true, and no one would convince Mason otherwise.

Michael and Lee were silent for a long moment, just staring at him before Michael broke the silence. "You know what? Pizza sounds fantastic," He declared before turning on his heels and starting across the street. He was halfway across before he called over his shoulder, "And I love a good theater club. Always fun gays."

Lee patted Mason on the shoulder, which turned into him practically pushing Mason forward toward the pizza shop. "So, which one is Theo exactly," Lee asked in a mischievous tone.

Now Mason wished their wrong fake IDs had worked.

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verobatto · 4 years ago

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Destiel Chronicles

Vol. XCVI

It was a love story from the very beginning.

The Destiel Reunion and the Cowboys Date

(13x06)

Hello my dears! We are finally here, in TOMBSTONE fanfiction 🤣

And of course, a whole unique volume for this delicious episode.

Dean is happy now

The reunion between Cas and Dean was really very beautiful. First of all we have Dean incredulous face, he can't believe what his eyes are seeing, he can't believe Cas is alive and in front of him.

DEAN: Cas, is that really you?

SAM: No. You're – you're dead.

CASTIEL: Yeah, I was. But then I… annoyed an ancient cosmic being so much that he sent me back.

Dean is hopes, Sam reality in this dialogue. Every inch of Dean wished Cas to come back. Now that he has him there, his eyes can't believe, but he really wants. And Sam brings back the fact that Cas was definitely dead.

SAM: I don't even know what to say.

DEAN: I do. Welcome home, pal.

(Gif set credit @gabrielokun )

This hug is beautiful, Sam is still surprised, but Dean react with a hug, he missed his angel so much, he is the one "running towards him" at first. The emotion in his eyes, and the relieved and happiness to have him back. The love of his life is back, after so much suffering.

CASTIEL: How long was I gone?

DEAN: Too damn long.

(Gif set credit @shirtlesssammy )

And here we have the difference between Family Love and Romantic Love:

When Mary Winchester comes back in 12x01, she makes the same question Castiel did. But Dean's answer is different. He can calculate the exacting days and years his mother had been dead. But with Cas is different, Cas represents the love of his life, his hopes, he was suicidale after he was gone, so... That time Cas wasn't there with him, it felt like eternal. That's why he didn't calculated, Because it was TOO DAMN LONG.

And he says it with the painful remembrance in his eyes, red because he wasn't sleeping well, and because he maybe had crying so many times.

After this angsty scene, we have a huge change in Dean. He is happy now, so happy, that he can't hide it. He is shinning again. Smiling. Hopeful. And in addition, he has a cowboy adventure, even when the data they have from Dodge City isn't that clear, he drags the whole team to it.

And just like in season 5, he rewrites TFW now 2.0, describing each member enthusiastically.

DEAN: Yeah, but we should probably check it out.

CASTIEL: Wait. Really?

DEAN: Yeah, we've done more on less. Besides Dodge City's kind of, uh, kind of awesome. All right, well… two salty hunters, one half-angel kid, and a dude who just came back from the dead. Again. Team Free Will 2.0. Here we go.

Before continuing with this happy Dean, let's check a mystery, that had been solved in season 15. Why Jack had power on the Empty or how is that Cas woke up. Of course it was Jack's power over the Empty, because he will be new god, but also, it was the Profound Bond, the deep love these men feels for each other the path Jack used to find Castiel. Is so freaking romantic I just can't...

Okay, coming back now with happy Dean...

And how Sam was trying to make him confess... Something else. Noticing the change in his brother, knowing what was the cause of it, it was so blatant, that the smart little brother confirms here Dean's true feelings for the angel...

SAM: Still can't believe you brought your own hat.

DEAN: Well, I can't believe you didn't.

SAM: You're in a good mood, huh?

DEAN: Yeah. And?

Sam was waiting some time alone to ask this to him. Imagine you saw your brother in so bad shape a day ago, suicidal, not having faith or hopes in life... An now, he's happy, shining. Smiling. Laughing. What could happen? Of course, CAS is back... But is Dean ready to confess what he feels for him to his brother? Or even, to recognize his own feelings for the angel?

(Gif set credit @deansplushy )

Dean recognize Castiel is not just the win he needed, but the BIG WIN he wanted in his heart. And he stops there. He can't say more, but is not necessary to say it. Sam is an insightful person, and he gets it. He understands and confirms Dean loves Castiel in that special way. But he is not ready to "come out from the closet" . And the scene that comes after this one, is Sammy, smiling crookedly and tilting his head, Because he knows the message behind those words. He turns back and closes a closet. Pure Symbolism.

Cowboys Adventures

Let's jump now to the "angry bear" scene.

What it means? Simply and perfectly, that scene means CASTIEL WATCHING DEAN SLEEPING OR EVEN TRYING TO WAKE HIM UP. Both of it reveals CASTIEL IN DEAN'S ROOM. INTIMACY. First hint of scene we've never seen. But indirectly pointing at a canon fact. And we love it.

Also, bossy, grumpy Dean that needs his coffee to function. And Castiel just submissively obeying his angry bear and sitting back in the coach... Damm these two... Their dynamic had always been like that, but we didn't have enough of it. We didn't have enough of domestic destiel.

Then, once in the car, Castiel is wearing a cowboy hat. So, it means they had to go to buy it somewhere. Just Imagine Dean looking for a cowboy hat to fit in Cas' head.

He fixes his boyfriend, because he wants him to look even more good.

DEAN: All right, listen, these Dodge City cops aren't likely to trust big city folks, so we're gonna have to blend.

CASTIEL: Which is why you're making me wear this absurd hat.

DEAN: It's not that bad. Well, actually, yeah, it kind of is. Hang on. [Dean reaches over and removes the hat band and tosses it in the back seat] All right. That's better.

CASTIEL: Is it?

(Gif credit @grumpycas )

This scene shows us again their intimacy and how Castiel just accepts to be part of his fantasies. He is willing to play Dean's cowboys game. Because he loves him. And this means to share a good time with him. But, CAS worries about how he looks. And he peeks into the rear viewer mirror, and if you look at Dean's facial expressions, I think he's having a heart attack for Cas' proximity. Hahahahss. Oh, Dean you're so in love in this date.

DEAN: [sighs] Yeah. Look, just act like you're from Tombstone, okay?

CASTIEL: The city?

DEAN: The movie. With Kurt Russell? I made you watch it.

CASTIEL: Yeah, yeah. Yeah. The one with the guns and tuberculosis. [in a deep cowboy voice] "I'm your Huckleberry."

DEAN: Yeah, exactly. Well, it's good to have you back, Cas. All right, follow my lead. We'll fit right in.

Gif credit @agusvedder

Okay i really think here is when Dean had a heart attack, an stroke and a bonner, at the same time, I will elaborate hahahaha

Another hint of their INTIMACY, is the fact that they watch movies together! Not just that, but Dean made CAS watch Tombstone, and who know how many other movies! (More domestic Destiel)

And then... Cas goes for it, because he knows how Dean loves cowboys, and because he is a sexy, hot, angel that knows how to seduce him, not just with eye fucking... But... Using the link over Dean.

And it works... Because the hunter closes his eyes, swallows and tries not to faint right there of arousal. And then, shamelessly, he just says IT'S GOOD TO HAVE YOU BACK, CAS.

And then, is so funny to watch Cas trying to follow Dean's lead. Oh gosh... Hilarious. Rom com.

Symbolism of the rest of the episode

Dean's bisexuality

Dave and Athena were a representation of Dean's bisexuality, just as in the Rocky's bar in 14x10.

In this episode we have Toxic!Dean mirrored by the monster, Dave and Innocent/Healing!Dean mirrored by Athena.

The dynamics between them was similar to te dynamics in the Rocky's bar, in which Dean's toxicity and AU!Michael, the monster, tried to keep Dean locked inside his emotional toxic prison.

DAVE: Athena, don't you think we have a good thing here? Why do you wanna go mess it up?

ATHENA: Whatever. I have to work.

Athena wanted to improve his life, to go to school and move to a bigger city. To be better. She had dreams. Innocent, is the best part of Dean.

Another important fact is Dave wearing another's man face, a very known bandit, adding to one of the topics of this season: masks, fake identity, as a foreshadow of Dean's possession.

So Dave is Toxic!Dean, his own monsters, trying to keep him in the darkness.

The visual narrative adds to this symbolism the red ascot I'm both characters, Dave and Athena, to point out again at Dean.

Jack and Dean

We will have Jack killing an innocent man because he couldn't control his powers. As a foreshadow of when he will kill Mary not controlling his powers again.

Jack carries with a green backpack, green is Dean's color, and the backpacks means guilts.

Here is when Jack starts feeling guilt for killing a man. TFW will connect with him trying to explain that's part of the job.

All the dead people and killing the monster

When Dave comes back with Athena, she discovers he is a monster, and rejects him. Because he killed someone. This is very symbolic because in Dean's head, he sees himself as a monster, a murderer, and he hates that part of him.

So, at the end of the episode, Dean says alone, helps the sheriff, the righteous man, saves him and saves the girl, his innocence, killing the monster, his toxicity.

This episode showed us the future inner battle Dean will have to win. And it will be successful.

To Conclude:

This was a very Destiel episode, they showed us hints of how intimate Dean and CAS are with each other. And how much Dean is in love with CAS.

The happiness after Castiel's returning alive, gives Sam almost a confirmation of Dean's true feeling for Castiel, assuming he is not ready yet to get out from the closet.

There was a foreshadow of AUMichael possessing Dean, and the inner battle of 14x10.

Dave and Athena represented Dean's bisexuality and part of his personality. Keeping in mind Athena is the greek goddess of wisdom, war strategy, is the good part of Dean and innocence.

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 4 years ago

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Disaster Bisexuals ~ R.C. (part 1)

A/n: Haha short little series because I’m simping for this bitch HARD. Male reader as usual yaaaaaaay

Word Count: 5200+

Masterlist

Being Jack Morton's best friend was starting to be the worst decision Y/n had ever made. Jack respected Y/n's refusal to be part of the Order but when Jack got attacked by a werewolf and went to investigate, of course Y/n was brought along.

They had always been a team. Jack had a very strong sense of right and wrong, tending to protect the people he cared about with a passion that Y/n found refreshing. On the other side, Y/n had a reputation for being a very cold, reserved person. People used to mock him for being a sociopath, using his intense curiosity and how he was so slow to trust or care as reasoning, even if all it had ever been was an effort to protect himself. In fact, once he does care about someone there was absolutely nothing he wouldn't put himself in front of to protect them. As it turns out, he cared so much that it often caused him, forcing him to be cautious who he handed out his heart to.

Y/n was incredibly smart, Jack just as resourceful. With their combined minds, Jack's good instinct, and Y/n's terrible luck on always finding himself in just the place to put him as direct danger as possible, they ended up getting things pretty well figured out in the end.

So when Jack went into the woods chasing down a werewolf of all things, of course Y/n came along. It was only once they got to the house that Jack's instincts kicked in. "We cannot go in there."

Y/n looked at him like he was an idiot. "Are you kidding? We came all this way and you're just going to leave?" It was Y/n's one weakness. The reason he always found himself inches from death. He was, above everything else, curious. Once he'd caught the scent of something he thought was really interesting or cool, he couldn't be turned off from it until he figured out every question he had. When he rarely ever ran out of questions, you can imagine how far he ended up going before he’d even consider stopping.

Well, if Y/n was going in so was Jack. "Fine. Lead the way."

In the very front, bouncing on his toes with eagerness, Y/n blazed a trail that was far too fast for Jack's liking. They actually made it into the house and to the weird door with the creepy staircase leading down to a basement that looked like one of those places that was built specifically for things to go wrong at. Jack could feel the horror movie energy so strong he could almost hear the soundtrack.. Jack caught Y/n's arm. "We are NOT going down there. We're leaving. NOW."

It was then that Y/n looked behind them as he was pulled short. There, was a full fledged werewolf hulking in the doorframe. Y/n locked gazes with the thing and his eyes widened. "Jack, look out!" He pulled Jack forward, launching himself toward the wolf as it attack. Thankfully Jack tripped and tugged Y/n back, causing the claws of the beast to rip up his back instead of his chest. The wolf seemed so shocked that it actually took a step back- just in time for Jack and Y/n to nearly topple down the stairs and get into the room in the basement. Jack pulled them into a second back room that had an alter and a bunch of chests. Even sketchier than the book room that they'd had to go through. Even sketchier than the basement staircase that was made for things to go wrong at. This is where people came to die.

Y/n, ever loyal to his role in the story, was indeed dying.

Unlike the countless other times they’d both found themselves a little too close to danger for it to be comfortable, this time Y/n was badly hurt and bleeding. Heavily. Not even shock could keep him going much longer as his heart raced and he lost blood even faster. "What are we going to do?" Y/n whispered, hearing the wolf from before banging against the door again and again. They had no way to get out - no windows or other exists - and Y/n was already paling. He would die here and then the wolf would kill Jack when the door was finally busted through.

Before Jack could get them out of this predicament like he always did, both boys' attention was dragged away from the door. Two chests had moved, turning on their side without prompting from the boys or anyone else. The lids opened. Hopped up on adrenaline and with too much going on to think straight, they stepped forward to investigate.

They weren’t kidding when they say that curiosity killed the cat.

They weren’t dead at least... but they were immediately swallowed in fur so that had to count for something.

Long story short: Greybeard chose Jack and Midnight - popularly referred to as "canon fodder" - chose Y/n.

Things only got more complicated from there, but Y/n seemed to be adapting to it a lot better. He had chosen his side. He had played a lot of d&d in his time and this felt like one of those campaigns; he was part of something really important. More importantly, he was learning about something really cool. For every answer he got he had three more questions and with a bit of reading he could answer every single one. He took it upon himself to read each and every book the wolves had that he could, learning more and more every day. He never ran out of things to learn, even being able to get new information if he’d already read the book. In fact, the more times he read something the more he realized he was missing. It was curiosity’s playground!

While Jack flew off the wall and was constantly almost dying, and everyone else debated whether both boys were worth trusting, all Y/n Did was learn. At first they were hesitant around Y/n as he was close to Jack (who was constantly going back and forth on loyalties, even if he came through in the end) but... well, all Y/n did was read endlessly, ask unending questions, and answer the call for help when needed. His curiosity was a little annoying at times but mostly harmless. He was dependable. More importantly, he was loyal. He’d meant that oath, and it showed with just how compatible he was with Midnight. It didn’t take the others long to trust him.

His trustworthiness really came through when he used his knowledge to find a book Jack vaguely alluded to being in the library. Hamish had gotten hurt and whatever weapon had been used, the wound wasn’t healing. It was in fact rapidly getting very very bad. Y/n was able to navigate the shelves in just a few minutes, whipping up the salve and taking care of Hamish when Lilith and Randall were clueless and Jack was distracted by something to do with the Order.

Y/n saved Hamish’s life, even when Jack was struggling and had been suffering without Y/n’s usual participation. That was all they needed from Midnight’s new host.

Ironically, Y/n had been trying very hard not to get attached. He was trying to stay here for Jack, and for all he was learning, not the people who had started to look to him for information and smiled at him when he delivered. Not the people that gave him nicknames and memorized his favorite alcohol combinations and walked to class with him and studied with him and talked endless shit like normal friends do, and listened to him rant in turn.

That had always been Y/n's biggest weakness, though. Werewolves and magic? Easy. Becoming a champion for said werewolves and being thrown into a world he had not signed up for? Fine. Almost dying to get chosen as a champion? Whatever! Not getting attached to the people who were quickly becoming his family... and, more importantly the pretty boy who seemed to be the biggest dork ever?

God help Y/n's heart.

Above everything else, it was Randall Carpio that was making Y/n's life a living hell.

While Jack went off about Alyssa whatever-her-face and Edward (he listened more to the parts about Jack's dad because he knew Jack needed someone to hear that) Y/n couldn't help but relate in a way that he'd never related to Jack before. See, the problem with joking that someone is a sociopath is that they start to think about it. Consider it. Believe it even. Y/n had never had feelings like this for anyone before.

He knew he found people attractive. He could appreciate that Jack had really pretty eyes and a nice jaw line. He could appreciate that Alyssa's smile was bright and her voice had a soothing tone to it. He could appreciate that Hamish was really sexy in that "I'm in charge and know what I'm doing, I dare you to defy me" top kind of way. In the same way, he knew that Lilith was gorgeous and powerful and could see why someone might be attracted to her. Aside from appreciation or aesthetic admiration though, Y/n didn't catch feelings. If he found someone attractive, he had sex with them. Then it wouldn't pan out and he would move on.

It never panned out.

Obviously.

Randall was... different.

Randall made Y/n feel stupid.

Like that one time Jack tripped and fell into a creek and almost drowned and Y/n and jumped in after him. It had been rainy season so the water was high and rushing. It would have been better to get a tree branch or look for somewhere to catch Jack. Whatever it was, anything would have been smarter than jumping in so they were both disoriented by the chaos in the current. Jack almost pulled Y/n under in an effort to get air. Only by a miracle had Y/n been able to think clearly just enough to catch something so Jack could pull them both to shore. THAT level of stupid, that had him between Jack and a fucking werewolf and inches from death because of a claw wound on his back. The kind of stupid that had lead them into that house to begin with.

Randall made Y/n feel giddy. Every time the brunette was around Y/n's energy levels skyrocketed. He could never sit still and his old stutter he’d sword was dealt with ago resurfaced far too much, making him cringe and go silent a lot because he didn't want to hear it. Randall made a joke and Y/n laughed every time. Every time they got close or brushed, Y/n was hyper aware of it. In fact, Y/n was consistently hyper aware of Randall no matter where he was. Y/n had never had a problem with nudity before he got naked in front of Randall and suddenly he couldn't breathe.

As time passed, Y/n got used to dealing with his emotions. He had never had to hide anything like this from anyone before but no one had said anything so he was pretty sure he had kept it under control. If Jack knew he wouldn't have stopped teasing Y/n about it, and surely Randall at the very least would have said something if he knew? Or at least flirted with less people, one could hope.

Speaking of, Randall flirted with SO MANY PEOPLE. He was constantly talking about how attractive everyone was and if he saw a chance to make a move, he did. It was driving Y/n insane. He found himself avoiding Randall, doing his homework in his room and trying to ignore his roommate. Or in the basement again, reading books and memorizing things that he thought might be useful- like the concoction that had cured Hamish. He read and reread and learned. Between school and this whole new world of magic and trying to help Jack get his shit together, Y/n stayed busy and kept his grades up. With all the shit being thrown at him, he was feeling proud of himself and better than he had in a long time. He was thriving.

Then Randall began hovering. No matter how much Y/n tried to avoid him, Randall was there anyway. Whether Y/n was studying and Randall came over, claiming the others were being annoying and he hated studying alone, or he was in the basement reading when Y/n was, or he was asking Y/n for some thing or another, or even dragging Y/n out for drinks and hang outs that Y/n really tried to not enjoy...

Randall was insatiable.

One day Y/n grabbed a book from the basement library and Randall claimed he wanted to read it. When Y/n handed it over, Randall continued to ask if Y/n could read it out loud instead because Randall couldn't actually understand the text. Latin, which Y/n had for sure seen him read before. And it didn’t stop there! If Y/n ever sat anywhere that could fit two people, Randall sat with him. If Y/n found himself playing with his food, Randall stole some with that stupid grin on his face. If Y/n wanted to do something in his spare time, Randall found a way to be a part of it. If Y/n was engaged in a conversation but not saying anything, Randall would ask his opinion like they were in a class discussion and got extra points for including quiet kids. Y/n began to wonder if Randall was as touchy with the others as he was with Y/n. Randall was ALWAYS touching him.

The sudden change was freaking Y/n out. He felt flustered and unsure and embarrassed and confused constantly. He wasn't sure what was going on or how to handle it. How do you solve a problem when you don't now what the problem even is? Or if it was a problem at all...

Jack made it even worse.

"Will you stop flirting?" Y/n's heart stopped when Jack said it, unsure where it had come from or why.

Randall looked at Jack with an eyebrow raised. "And why would I do that?" He hadn’t lost his cool in the slightest, and if his smirk said anything it seemed he had even enjoyed Jack’s outburst.

Jack rolled his eyes. "You're making Y/n uncomfortable. He won't say it because he doesn't want to offend you, but I've known Y/n basically our whole lives and he's never liked anyone before. Just leave him alone."

Jack meant well. He did, Y/n knew that. But Y/n felt the stares of his childhood. The people that would laugh and poke fun and tease. Call him heartless. Ask him what it was like to be broken- to not like anyone. Girls who hated him because he didn't return the feelings they had. Boys who tormented him because everyone accused him of being gay and closeted. Teachers who did that generalized "leave him alone, he's just different than you guys" like being different wasn't the single worst thing you could be when you were a kid in a small town.

The realization that Jack thought Y/n was incapable of liking anyone crossed his mind and it was too much. Maybe Y/n hadn't really been coping well. He'd taken everything one step at a time, carefully and on purpose like he always did. But he was hurting and struggling, especially with this new emotion that effected him so deeply. An emotion he hadn't experienced until now. And, magic? Fucking MAGIC?

Y/n felt his eyes water and locked gazes with Randall for a second before he turned and left the room.

He didn't cry. Y/n didn't cry. It wasn't a thing he could control, he just didn't ever really cry. He might shed a few tears, but even that was rare. He just wasn't capable of really crying. It had always made him feel too vulnerable and awkward, but topped with the accusations of being emotionless, on top of the pressure to hold it together as a man, AND all the teasing he’d gone through in his childhood? Yeah, no. The thought that emotion could be so much and so strong that your body couldn't physically hold it in anymore made Y/n feel icky all on it’s own. So he didn't.

He did that day.

The next day was the next time he heard from anyone. Y/n got a text from Jack saying the pack was going out for drinks. Randall seemed to have gotten rejected by someone, and with Jack's rockiness with Alyssa right now they were day drinking to get rid of heartbreak or whatever. Y/n didn't go. He wasn't heartbroken after all. It's not like he had lost anything. He had nothing to lose. He still had all the friendships he'd started out with. Besides, even if Randall had been flirting it obviously hadn't meant much to him because a few hours later Y/n was picking them all up after a bar fight had broken out. Well, all of them but Randall - who had disappeared in the middle of it with a random girl.

Randall wasn't back that night when Y/n stayed up late waiting for him. He sat and did an essay that wasn't due for a month just to have an excuse, but it got super late and he got tired and he couldn't rationalize it any more so he went to bed. Randall wasn't back the next day either when Y/n woke up for class. How long did Randall usually stay out with someone he slept with? Did he stay in the morning and cuddle? Give a little kiss after he made breakfast? Did he walk around shirtless, hair a little messy? Did he smile as he flirted? Winked? Hold them from behind, chin on their shoulder and a soft look in his eyes? That was a little fishy, and definitely never anything Y/n had done with his one night stands... maybe Randall was different. Maybe all people who weren’t like Y/n were.

"Y/n?" Hamish was standing there, waving his hand in front of Y/n's face. When they met gazes, Hamish continued, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Y/n laughed sheepishly. It seemed that Hamish had called Y/n quite a few times. "What's up?"

Hamish's expression stayed rather dark, causing Y/n's smile to drop. "Have you seen Randall?"

Y/n's heart stopped in his chest. So Randall still wasn't home, and it wasn't normal. "I haven't, no. Do you think he's in trouble?"

Hamish frowned deeper. "I don't know. Find Jack, will you? He isn't answering my texts or calls. I'll find Lilith."

Y/n stood, nodding, and they parted. Y/n found Jack, of course, coming from a talk with Alyssa. "Why is everyone blowing up my phone?" Jack demanded.

"Randall is missing," Y/n told him. Jack sobered up at hearing that. "Come on." They headed back to the house where Lilith and Hamish were waiting. They discussed before all going separate ways to look for him. Nothing seemed to be giving any hints until Jack brought everyone back. He - to no one's shock and everyone's annoyance - had Alyssa in tow. Thankfully Hamish kept Lilith at bay long enough for Jack to explain how Alyssa could help, because without Alyssa's tracking spell the pack never would have found the weird science facility. They never would have gotten Randall out... even though all the added drama not being involved would have been appreciated.

Y/n didn't hear any of it though. The more danger it was revealed that Randall was in, the more anxious Y/n got. He was so relieved when he saw Randall that he would have done something stupid if not for Lilith rushing forward and hugging him... and then slapping him, adding a, "Never do that again."

Randall scoffed softly. "Missed you too Lil."

Y/n felt eyes on him and looked over to Alyssa. Her eyes moved between Randall and Y/n, her lips curving in a knowing smile. Y/n looked away from her. It didn't matter what she knew- no one would believe her anyway. Randall nodded to Hamish and then passed Y/n with an awkward smile. Y/n opened his mouth to say something but then- he didn't. Randall moved on without noticing and whatever Y/n was going to say was completely lost.

"Everyone back to the Den," Hamish ordered.

"Even her?" Lilith demanded, motioning to Alyssa.

"Especially her," Hamish replied.

Alyssa rolled her eyes. "I could destroy you with a snap of my fingers."

"But you won't." The words tumbled from Y/n threateningly. She met his eyes evenly, accepting his challenge.

"But she can't," Jack corrected lightheartedly, trying to keep the peace. He already had enough of his friends hating Alyssa. If Y/n did, he didn't know what he'd do. "Not yet anyway." They exchanged a smile and Y/n glared. He averted his eyes from the couple that was becoming a pair that was really beginning to bother him. When he locked eyes with Lilith, they smiled with each other. Amidst all the other bullshit it was a nice exchange, especially because Y/n had been struggling to get on Lilith's good side.

"You know as well as I do that we need to talk about this." Hamish's voice was slow and reasonable. No one argued.

They all began to head back to the Den, Y/n catching up with Lilith as they walked. Before Y/n could think of something to say to Lilith, she said something first. "Why won't you talk to him about how you feel?"

Y/n almost tripped. "Talk to who?" He tried to play it off but she shot a look at him and he felt that he had already lost this battle. He sighed but didn't budge.

Lilith rolled her eyes. "You know he feels the same way about you too, right?" Y/n still didn't say anything, and after a while Lilith added, "Usually I'm the quiet one." Y/n did smile at that. Neither spoke until they were almost at the house and Lilith stopped Y/n short, gripping his wrist softly. "I saw how worried you were today. How reckless. And don't think we all don't know why you don't study with us or come drinking or spend time with us ever. I see the way you look at him when he's around. I thought you had a thing for Jack at first which is why it took me so long to say something, but... you're really good. Better than Jack. You're loyal and curious and actually kind fo fun. Coming from someone who hates people, I like you or whatever." She seemed really awkward in this moment of vulnerability and Y/n softened at the effort she was making. "I hate seeing him suffer. I hate to see you suffer too. After what Jack said about you not liking anyone or whatever, Randall won't listen to me. Please-"

"Are you guys coming?" It was Jack. "We all need to be here for this."

The two nodded, letting Jack go inside. "I will," Y/n told Lilith. "Try, at the very least. I've never... before him, I've never liked anyone at all. I don't know how to do this."

Lilith actually laughed. It was a sort of huff, her smile small and slightly sarcastic, but it was still there. "Welcome to the club, Y/n. None of us know how to do this. Least of all people who do it all the time."

They headed inside. Y/n's eyes found Randall immediately. He was surprised to see Randall looking back. They didn't look at each other long- the second they were caught looking they both looked away.

Hamish made drinks. He offered one to each of the people in the room. Randall turned his down. "You never pass up an aprés-kill drink."

"I'm not in the mood," Randall dismissed. Y/n frowned, taking his. He wasn't usually here for this tradition but he wouldn't mind a little alcohol in his system right about now.

"Aprés-kill?" Alyssa asked.

"We all have our traditions," Lilith told her.

"Yeah, we have aprés-kill, and you kill innocent people." The words were accusing. Randall looked at Alyssa directly when he said them. Even Y/n's eyebrows came together in surprise.

Randall was pretty laid back. He was the one who'd talked everyone into letting Jack join. Y/n was there when Randall had stood up for Jack despite everything that was putting the Pack in danger. Because Y/n had vouched for him and because Randall had a good intuition. Because he gave people the benefit of the doubt. Now he seemed like he was about to tear Alyssa’s throat out right then and there. And sure, Randall had never hesitated to kill before but he was almost murder hungry. Actively into it, driven. Craving. It was so unlike him it was startling.

What had happened to him in that lab?

"That was an Order-backed operation?" Alyssa seemed genuinely surprised.

"Doing a bang up job with your undercover work there buddy." This he directed to Jack and Y/n began to get agitated. He had never dealt well with people coming for Jack.

"I have never even seen that guy before." Jack's response was dismissive. He wasn't dealing with the blame game this time.

"No one's blaming you Jack," Hamish assured. Y/n didn't agree with his assessment.

"Hemmings went rogue," Alyssa cut in. "It's the only explanation."

Randall scoffed, "Of course!" He faced Alyssa again. "Because the Order isn't inherently evil."

Alyssa, who had sat down at this point, looked about ready to shoot to her feet and fight Randall right there. "My Order would never sanction that."

"Right," Lilith remarked sarcastically. "They only torture people in a fun way."

Alyssa scoffed and Y/n stepped forward. "Wait what? What do you mean fun way?"

"Oh you didn't hear?" Lilith responded immediately. Eagerly. "The Order tortured Alyssa for information when they thought she knew about us. She didn't give them anything for whatever reason-"

"Her crush on Jack," Y/n said under his breath.

Lilith nodded. Alyssa scooted forward. "Hold on, now torture bothers you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Lilith demanded. She had eased at Y/n’s interjection, but now she squared up again and the tension and emotions in the room became that much more tense.

"You're not the least bit curious as to why you were kicked out?" There was an energy suddenly between the two girls and a pause that seemed too long.

Hamish looked between the girls. "Wait, you two know each other?"

Alyssa looked to Jack who spoke next. Whatever he was about to say, the fact that she was too scared to say it herself already had Y/n anxious. "Lilith was in the Order."

"Is that true?" Randall stepped forward and Y/n instinctually moved between them, just in time to catch Randall when he almost launched at Lilith. "HEY!" He sneered the word at Lilith, but when Y/n stopped him he turned his aggression immediately to Y/n without hesitation. "Get off of me!"

"Randall, chill out a little bit." Jack stood, as protective of Y/n as Y/n was of Jack.

Randall stayed away from Lilith only because Y/n wasn't budging. Because of that, he turned on Jack. "If it wasn't for us you'd be another one of their fucking drones."

Jack was quick to defend. "I thought they were trying to make a difference, do something good."

"It was you who taught us what we know," Y/n reminded. He was trying to remind Randall of what he'd thought before, but it seemed to do more damage than good.

"I never should have made Jack a knight," Randall snarled.

"No you probably shouldn't have," Jack remarked rather bitterly.

Y/n spoke up again. "If he hadn't been a knight, I probably wouldn't have been either. Think of all we've learned since then, and how far we've come despite how rocky things used to be. Aren't you glad you made him a knight? Aren't you glad I'm one?" Randall gave Y/n a look that made his blood freeze in his veins.

Alyssa intervened. "Can we focus?" Y/n was relieved when Randall looked away. His eyes fell to his feet and from behind him he felt Lilith’s hand almost touch him in comfort. He could imagine her face twisted with shock and concern, then shift to uncertainty if her comfort of all of them would be enough as her hand dropped away from where it had been reaching. Alyssa’s voice cut through the racing thoughts bouncing around in Y/n’s skull. "You murdered a high-ranking member tonight. They're going to be coming for you."

"Can we just kill her and get it over with already?" Lilith demanded. Her frustration at seeing all her friends to wound up was getting to her.

"Is that your answer for everything?" Alyssa demanded.

"Yes," Lilith remarked, snarky.

"No one is killing anyone else tonight," Jack ordered.

"You're not the boss, Jack." The room went quiet. Never before had Y/n shut Jack down. For a solid five seconds it was silent and with every single one, the tension and aggravation grew immensely.

Hamish cleared his throat. "He's right Jack. How about you let me call the shots?"

"Can you even make a decision without resorting to Beer Pong?" Lilith snapped.

Y/n's head began swimming. He'd never been good with big groups or emotions or arguing. The voices became distorted a little as he felt his chest squeeze. He wasn't exactly listening. It seemed he'd been out of it far too long but it could have only been a few second when he came back to Alyssa and Lilith, who were chest-to-chest. They had moved around Y/n to get to each other and Lilith's eyes were that statement silver glow. Alyssa had her knife out. Y/n was moving again, this time to get back in between the girls. "Guys calm down."

"It's not your job to protect everyone," Lilith sneered. Whatever Y/n had missed it had made Lilith aggressive enough that even her growing soft spot for him didn’t help ease her aggressiveness in this moment.

"It kind of is," Y/n argued, finding it harder and harder to keep his own cool.

Lilith's lip curled back. "So you're protecting HER?"

"I'm protecting YOU," Y/n responded, getting heated himself. He was tired of this bullshit.

"You don't think I can take her?"

Y/n made a sound in the back of his throat. Had he just growled? "What do you think happens when you kill her Lil? We struggle to be united enough- we'll never get along if she's dead because of you."

"And why should we care about how you or Jack feel?" Randall demanded.

Without hesitation Y/n rounded on Randall. "Because whether you like it or not, we're knights too! And whatever you have against Jack, you have no right to loop me in with him. I've done nothing but protect you guys and teach you guys what you should have already fucking known since day one."

Randall scoffed. "You're only here because Jack is- you said it yourself. You're never around. The only reason you even agreed to stay is because you want to know more about how we work. You don't care about us." Y/n growled again, his hands curling, claws extending.

Jack shot to his feet. "Edward Coventry is my father."

Silence. Dead silence. Even worse than when Y/n had spoken against Jack. Y/n stared at Jack in shock- not because he didn't know, but because he knew how much Jack absolutely did not want to tell anyone. Finally Randall spoke. "You didn't think to tell us that your father-" he spat the word, making Y/n flinch. "-is the leader of the FUCKING ORDER?" He was hysterical and Y/n was alarmed by it. Randall had never been like this before.

"It's none of your business," Jack dismissed.

Y/n stepped up again. He had to stay calm. He had to keep the peace. He didn't want to see anyone in this room dead tonight. Not even Alyssa. "Just calm down okay?"

"Don't fucking touch me." Randall stepped away. "You knew didn't you?"

Y/n frowned. "It wasn't my secret to tell you Randall. That would have been a betrayal of Jack's trust."

"Oh, Jack's trust?" Randall looked like he was ready to murder someone. Even with Y/n’s fluctuating control, Randall was only growing in agitation. "It always is about Jack, isnt it? Is Jack safe? Is Alyssa safe so that Jack can be happy? Are we all getting along so Jack can feel comfy here? Please don't kill Jack, even though he is putting your friends - practically family - at risk. Give Jack time. Jack this. Jack that. God, are you in love with him or something?"

"No!" Jack and Y/n said at the same time, faces twisted with disgust.

Randall scoffed. "I trusted you, man. I trusted both of you. You betrayed me."

"I betrayed you?" Jack finally sounded irritated, rather than tired and bored like before. The tension was getting to him as well. "You turned me into a fucking werewolf!"

"That's a mistake I can fix right now," Randal threatened.

Alyssa stepped up. "Randall, I think whatever Hemmings did to you is still affecting you." Her anger had completely disappeared, exchanged for shock that shone out of wide, analyzing eyes.

"You want to know what they did to me?" Randall demanded, seeming to be losing it a little. He was breathless and fidgety, shifting from foot to foot and looking at everyone sharply. EVERYONE, like he was waiting for even the long time members of his pack to attack him. "They opened my eyes to your bullshit."

"Randall," Hamish warned.

Randall whipped around, breathing sharply and fast. He screamed and ran- Y/n tackled him before he could even get close. Y/n was suddenly underneath Randall as they twisted and fought. Randall punched him once. Twice. Y/n screamed. Everyone was wrestling him and they were saying something but Y/n couldn't hear it with Randall's body squishing his face. He felt a hit- to Randall, though Y/n felt the impact through him, and then when Randall's body went limp. It was Lilith who pulled him out from underneath the now unconscious boy.

The second he was free, Y/n scrambled to his feet. "God I hate it here!" He screamed, tears rolling down his face. "I'm never like this. This stupid wolf!" He punched the wall and everyone jumped back. Jack was the first one to recover. He had seen Y/n like this once before. "I'm always... Putting myself in danger for you idiots and none of you even care!" His eyes fell to Randall and he took in a sharp breath. "You still don't care about me." That stopped Jack dead. Y/n looked at all of their faces. Those who knew, and those who were realizing, and those who had suspected and were now being confirmed. Y/n looked at those faces and he felt his heart twist in his chest.

He turned and ran and he didn't look back once, even when Jack called after him.

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I Love You (Part Twenty-One) -- Aaron Hotchner

Written By: @desperately-bisexual

Request: None.

Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of smut. Mentions of Dom/sub relationship. Talk of murder, kidnapping-- literally everything Criminal Minds.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Greenaway!Reader

Word Count: 12107

Timeline: A few days after part twenty.

Hotch had been laughing to himself all morning while watching me limp slightly around the house. My comment about him being jealous got me in some trouble— well, a lot of trouble— and when I woke up in the morning with Hotch to get ready for work, I finally felt how sore I was. It wasn’t that bad, but it was certainly noticeable and Hotch seemed amused by how I was trying to hide it so as to not give him any pleasure, but also to practice for trying to look somewhat normal for my first day back to work. Working with a team of profilers was bad for our personal life, anyhow, because they could always read us like a book; but, for the most part, Hotch and I managed to get away with the secrets of our sex life thus far. We could keep it up, right? I mean, as long as I didn’t collapse at the memories of what happened last night.

When we got out of the car at work, Hotch tried to keep a straight face when he saw me wobble on the sidewalk. I gave him a look that side: “This is all your fucking fault, asshole”, which finally broke Hotch again for the briefest of moments. By the time we entered the building, however, I managed to find a pace that was comfortable but still normal enough to catch eyes. I swear, I hated him and his dumb grin as we got into the elevator.

“New heels or something?” he asked me snarkily.

I glared up at him. “You know, I can just bury or burn the box.”

“Yeah, but then I’d never let you cum again.”

The elevator dinged as we approached our floor, and Hotch stepped out without uttering another word. I watched him walk away from me for a second, my jaw practically on the floor. I really thought I did something there by threatening the box, but Hotch was already a step ahead. If my legs weren’t already weak enough, his words nearly made me collapse. After being locked up in the house for just over a week with nothing to do but sit around, watch TV, look after Jack, and fuck Hotch, my mind wasn’t back in the rules yet. We had boundaries, and they were more important than ever now that Strauss was watching the pair of us like a hawk.

When the elevator doors started to close on me, I jumped through the gap and stumbled into the lobby outside of the BAU. Hotch was standing at the glass doors, still grinning as he waited for me to approach. He opened the door for me and watched as I stepped in. The team was there, and they took notice of my arrival, but no one came to say anything to me yet.

“Do you want me to go with you?” Hotch asked sincerely now, referring to the meeting I was meant to have with Strauss within the next few minutes. I shook my head. “Okay,” he nodded, accepting my answer. “I’ll be in my office. This time, though, don’t go storming off.”

“I hate you,” I whispered, pivoting to walk towards the back of the office where the hallway to Strauss’s office was located.

The bullpen was still quiet as everyone watched me pass by, ignoring that Hotch took another path to get up to his office. Anderson traded places with me in the doorway, holding it open for me for an extra second before continuing on towards his desk. There were other agents who worked in the building, not specifically with the BAU, but for the Director’s office down the hallway, or for the special crimes unit to the left. Between those offices, however, was Strauss’s office.

I sighed as I knocked on the door, waiting for her to welcome me in. I didn’t waste any time standing around in the hallway, waiting around to second guess myself or something. It was probably better to just get this over with as fast as possible. The sooner I was done with Erin Strauss, the better. I wanted to avoid her for the rest of my life, if at all possible.

“Come in,” she said from inside. I opened her office door, stepped in, and closed it behind me. Strauss was sitting at her desk, glasses on the end of her nose as she read a report, a scowl upon her face. “Agent Greenaway.”

I nodded slightly to say hello. “Chief Strauss.”

“Let’s not drag this on.” She opened up the top drawer of her desk. “My words of wisdom yesterday still stand. You’re on thin ice. I suggest keeping your head down.” She put my gun and badge on the desk. I reached out for them, but she moved them back ever so slightly to warn me away from taking them yet. “One slip up, and we’ll be right back where we started. Are we clear, Agent Greenaway?”

“Chief Strauss, with all due respect, I don’t make mistakes. I do my job. So, let me do it.” I grabbed my things from her and left her office without another word. She was so annoying… I wasn’t taking it anymore. This had gone far enough. I knew that I still had to give her a modicum of respect, but that didn’t mean I had to give her my undivided attention.

As I turned into the hallway with my head down so that I could put my gun back in its holder on my hip, I happened to run straight into someone. After the initial collision, we both took steps back to recover, and I immediately stopped fidgeting with my gun so that I could focus on apologizing for not looking. When I looked up, however, I found myself at a loss for words—completely starstruck and unsure of how to proceed. David Rossi was standing in front of me, a polite, apologetic smile on his face as he waited for a quick exchange of apologies, but nothing left me. I ran into David Rossi… Oh… Oh no… Oh, I was the absolute worst. This wasn’t at all how I imagined our first encounter. No, no, no…

“Sorry about that,” Rossi apologized, realizing that I knew who he was and was therefore unable to find any words. “Are you alright?” I nodded, still unsure if I could utter a single word. He looked over his shoulder to see that the path I was on led towards the BAU, where he had just arrived from. “Are you from the BAU?” he asked, trying to spark up polite conversation. I nodded again and his polite smile widened. “I’m David Rossi.”

“I…” Geez, I needed to get over it and pick my jaw up off the floor. “Agent Y/N Greenaway.” I held out my hand for a handshake.

“Greenaway? Oh, you’re Hotch’s girl,” he said as he accepted my hand and shook it shortly.

“Partner, actually.”

“Pardon?”

“I go by ‘they’ and ‘them’ pronouns, not the female ‘she’ and ‘her’ pronouns.”

“Oh… Well, that’s certainly… interesting.”

We both stood up straight as we let go of our handshake. I smiled politely at him, understanding that it wasn’t a common thing and wasn’t easily understood. Hell, it took Hotch a while to get it, too. He tried his hardest, and if he ever slipped up and didn’t catch it, Elle would remind him. By the time she was gone, however, no one on the team slipped up anymore, meaning there was no need to be hypervigilant. It just came naturally at some point. That was the whole point.

Having to continuously explain it was exhausting, which was why I hardly ever took the time to correct people. There was no point in standing around all day telling random local law enforcements, or witnesses, or Unsubs in custody that they were misgendering me. And there really wasn’t the time, either. But if there were people who were going to be a part of my life, like my family, my friends, the team, Hotch, Jack, Haley, and so on, then, yeah, I was going to take the time to make sure they knew and were corrected if they made a mistake. It was a personal choice of mine to nitpick like that, but it worked for me, and I wasn’t about to change that.

When it came to Rossi, he was going to be the next member of our team— of our little work family. It would take time to get to know him, and for him to really become one of us, but it was inevitably going to happen, and he needed to know the truth sooner than later. Besides, it was probably better hearing it from me first compared to Hotch, who was likely going to be on edge, stepping up to the post that Elle abandoned. Even though he respected Rossi, and was likely going to be understanding of the fact that it would take time to fall into habit, Hotch was… protective. It didn’t matter how many times I could possibly tell Hotch to not be protective and overbearing, he was still going to do it. He had always been like that since the Fisher King.

“Well,” Rossi smiled back slightly, “it’s been a pleasure meeting you. I suppose I’ll be seeing you around.” He patted my shoulder awkwardly before continuing on his path towards Strauss’s office.

My eyes followed him, my head turning over my shoulder slightly to do so. He didn’t look back after leaving me and before walking into Strauss’s office. When he was out of sight, I sighed to myself, and pivoted so that I could walk back towards the BAU. I pushed through the glass door, taking note of how everyone in the bullpen immediately turned away from their huddle in order to gauge what was going on with me. Morgan stood from his seat to get a better look, or maybe even to try and catch my attention so that I would potentially go over and talk to them, but I didn’t. I kept heading straight, taking larger strides up the ramp to keep up my momentum.

When I entered Hotch’s office, I immediately closed the door and collapsed on his couch. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Hotch watching me through his eyelashes. I sighed as I threw my arm over my head, hiding my face in my elbow.

“I see you have your gun and badge back,” he said, returning his focus to his work. I nodded and sighed again. “So, what’s wrong, then?”

“I met Rossi.”

Hotch let out a slight chuckle. “That bad?”

“He caught me off guard… I made a total fool of myself…” I sat back up. “I corrected him about my pronouns, and he looked at me like I was insane.”

Hotch put down his bed as he chuckled once more. “You are insane, but he doesn’t know that yet. I’m sure you’re fine.”

“Ha. Ha,” I feigned laughing at his joke, rolling my eyes.

“It’ll be alright,” he said seriously. “Rossi will just have to get used to it. He’s a bit old fashioned, but he’ll come around eventually.”

I didn’t let up with my obvious worry, though. I had totally fucked up Rossi’s first impression of me, and the gender thing didn’t help. I mean, I couldn’t blame myself. I did what I thought was right, I corrected him on something that was important to me, even though it ended up making me look like an idiot. Of course David Rossi wouldn’t get it. Why would I—

“Hey,” Hotch caught my attention. I looked up at him slowly. “I’ll handle it. I promise.”

I sighed with relief but also in a futile attempt to get rid of my worry. “Can you shoot me first?” I slumped against the back cushions of the couch and stared at the ceiling. “Maybe then I won’t be so embarrassed.”

“You told me the other day that I’d be bored without you here. If I shoot you, I’d have no one around to keep me occupied.”

“You’re being a suck up.”

“Yeah, well, at least I’m never a brat like—”

The office door suddenly flew open without so much as a knock or a warning. Hotch adjusted himself in his seat and I sat up straight as Strauss walked in. I took notice of how she quickly moved to the side, letting her guest walk in, too. When Hotch realized who it was who had come to his office, his face brightened, and he stood up to greet an old friend.

“Agent Hotchner—” Strauss began as Hotch made his way around his desk.

“Dave,” Hotch greeted, smile widening as he opened his arms to embrace Rossi.

“How are you, Aaron?” Rossi smiled back.

“I’m good. I’m good.” They embraced tightly. “It’s so great to see you again,” Hotch said, patting Rossi’s back. As they parted, Hotch pointed to me, “I take it that you met Y/N earlier.” I stood at the mention of my name, ignoring how Strauss took note of my unnecessary presence.

“Yeah. She seems like a real catch,” Rossi joked, jabbing Hotch’s side with his elbow.

Hotch chuckled shortly before falling flat. “They, Dave. They are quite a catch.”

“Right, sorry.” Rossi leaned in, “You’re gonna have to explain this one to me at some point.”

Hotch smiled again, “I’ll tell you on the plane.”

“Plane? We have a plane now?”

“You missed a lot, old man.” He swung his arm over Rossi’s shoulder in a teasing, yet still friendly way. They looked like young friends in high school, so nonchalant, so relaxed, so oblivious to the professionalism they both held dear.

Strauss cleared her throat awkwardly. “I’ll, um, let you two catch up, then.” She knew when she wasn’t wanted around, thankfully, so she took her leave as fast as possible in order to avoid any awkwardness.

Hotch thanked her as the three of us watched her head down the ramp towards her office. When it was just the three of us, Hotch squeezed Rossi’s shoulders for a few moments before releasing him. “So how long has it been? And don’t make me look that old in front of Y/N.”

They both turned to me with laughing smiles. I had never seen Hotch like this. I mean, of course I had seen him smile and laugh plenty of times, but never at work, and never with friends. It took him a long while to warm up to the idea of smiling around me, and I really only started to notice the difference between smiling at me in a friendly manner— like we had done throughout the years when we would pass by each other’s offices— and smiling at me because he wasn’t sure how else to express how much he loved me in an innocent way. But this smile… It mirrored his high school pictures, That same kind of naive youth possessed Hotch as he probably began remembering all of the good times he had with Rossi back in the day.

“You’ll always be old,” I told Hotch with a short smile. It wasn’t like his, but it was in a playful way that said: “I’m going to make your life hell after last night.”

“I see why Hotch likes you,” Rossi complimented me. “Let’s see, what was it?” He turned back to Hotch. “Dinner three years ago. But— and I will age you here— the last time we were in the BAU together, you were still sharing a desk with two other agents, and you were all fidgety and nervous most of the time.”

My jaw fell to the floor as a chuckle escaped me. “Aaron Hotchner? Nervous and fidgety?” My chuckle turned into a laugh.

Rossi nodded. “Oh, yeah. He could hardly look me or Shaunessy in the eyes.”

Oh, this was better than anything else. Meeting Hotch’s parents was unrealistic— one because his dad was dead, and two because his mother was a drunk that Hotch didn’t keep in contact with— so talking to David Rossi about Hotch was the closest thing I would get to the “embarrassing stories about Hotch” conversation. I was so excited. However, Hotch didn’t look excited about it, especially since he saw that devious look in my eye that told him I was going to beg and beg for stories.

“You know,” I began addressing Rossi, but mine and Hotch’s gazes were still connected, “you should come over for dinner sometime.” Hotch’s smile fell in an instant when he realized what game I was playing at. “I’d love to hear about what Hotch was like in the early days. You know, before he got old.”

Rossi chuckled again. This was the first impression I wanted. This was how I wanted my dynamic with David Rossi to be. I wanted him to know that I was playful, I was snarky, that I liked pushing Hotch’s buttons; but I also wanted him to know that I took my job seriously, that I was a hard worker, and that I knew what I was doing as a profiler. But now, standing in Hotch’s office, having a relaxed conversation with Rossi, I realized that Hotch was right about how I didn’t need to worry. It would just take Rossi some time to get to know me a little better, but it didn’t hurt that we both liked teaming up against Hotch. Actually, it was a relief to know that there was going to be someone else on the team who could finally rival my back talk. The rest of the team was always too afraid to give Hotch push back, mostly because they respected him, but also because they were scared of him, though they would never admit it. To Rossi, Hotch was still that nervous kiss who had just joined the Bureau and was still seeking to prove himself. It would take a while for that image to escape Rossi. Until then, though, I was content with teaming up with Rossi to get under Hotch’s skin.

“Hotch,” JJ knocked on the open door, “we’ve got a case.”

“Looks like the party’s over,” Rossi told Hotch. “You and I still have some more catching up to do, though. Maybe over that dinner.”

Hotch’s smile reappeared. “Sounds good. Y/N,” he gestured to the door, a sign that I should head to the conference room for our round table meeting.

I took my silent leave, getting the message that he wanted to chat quickly with Rossi alone. When I stepped out of Hotch’s office, Morgan was already bombarding me with questions. He wanted to know about my reinstatement, about my meeting with Strauss, about Rossi, about what was said in Hotch’s office, and about—

“Morgan,” I put a hand on his shoulder to stop him, “breathe.” He stopped his rambling of questions long enough for us to continue into the conference room. “Morning, everyone,” I addressed the team. Just like Morgan, though, they were all searching for answers about what had happened over the past week, but more specifically, just now. “Long story short, I’m reinstated, though Strauss tried to give me a whole spiel about it—”

“She better not have,” Morgan rolled his eyes as he set his coffee down in front of him.

“It’s been handled,” I hissed to him under my breath. “Rossi’s fine. He’s just a normal guy. Yes, he’s joining the team, and, no, I don’t know anything else.” I threw my hands up in surrender. “Leave me alone.”

Emily chuckled from her seat across from me. “It’s good to have you back, Greenaway.”

I smiled back at her. “It’s good to be back.”

It really was. I missed messing around with Morgan and seeing Emily’s smile in response. I missed how quiet Reid could be, which made him an easy target for Morgan. I missed how JJ ran around the room to give everyone the case reports while also setting up the TV for the presentation before Hotch could arrive. I missed feeling like a family. While planned vacations were always nice, and Hotch and I never turned down vacation time, being torn away from them without warning was just as unbearable as thinking about losing Jack or Hotch. The team was my family through and through, there was no doubt about it. That week where I couldn’t see them, and there was hardly time to talk to them… It was torture.

As Hotch and Rossi entered the room, closing the door behind them, JJ immediately got started. “Four days ago, Michelle Colucci found this missing person’s poster taped to the front door of her home in Carrollton, Texas.” JJ clicked a button on her remote to show us the poster in question. Sure enough, it was a missing person’s poster of Michelle Colucci, her name, face, and information on it. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

“Wait…” Emily furrowed her brows. “She found it?”

“Yeah,” JJ chuckled, understanding why there was confusion. She probably had the same reaction when initially reading the case before bringing it to us. “After finding the poster, she took it to the Sheriff, but he figured that it was just a Halloween prank, so he sent her home. A few hours later, he went to go check on her on his way home. That was when he found this…” She pressed another button to show us the crime scene photos. It started with a room where the walls were covered in those missing persons posters of Michelle, then more photos of the house in complete disarray— clear signs that Michelle put up a fight when she was being taken. What came next, though, was most intriguing. On the table in the room where the Unsub hung up all of the posters, he left a white plastic mask with the number one written on it in blood. “A few days later, she was found floating in a creek just outside of the town. She had been sexually assaulted, beaten, drowned, and her face had been removed.”

“Removed?” Rossi inquired. “It wasn’t just an animal or fish that got ahold of her before someone found her?”

JJ shook her head. “The M.E. report stated that the edges were clean and precise, which led them to believe that it was done with a sharp tool.”

“So, the Unsub uses the poster to psychologically mess with her, then actually kidnaps her when she realizes that no one believes her. He takes her, abuses her, defiles the body, and leaves a false face at the crime scene to replace the one he cut off of her. Textbook sadist,” I shrugged.

“A sophisticated one,” Hotch agreed. “We’ll learn more at the scenes. Grab your things. Wheels up in thirty.”

On the plane, I sat with Emily, Morgan, and Reid around the big table as they all pried for more answers. I had given them the short story, but now they wanted the long one. I told them everything about the call we first got from Strauss to tell us that the unit was being reviewed early, all the way up until I joined them in the conference room that morning for our roundtable discussion. I even told them about how it was Morgan who practically saved my job. Without him, I was sure that Strauss would have won because she was on the committee that was reviewing my conduct. I remembered to thank him about another hundred times while on that flight alone, and told him that after this case, I’d take him for drinks. Emily laughed and asked if she could come along. I said the more the merrier, even asking Reid and JJ if they wanted to come.

As for Hotch and Rossi, they sat together in the back of the plane, talking quietly about something, which I clearly recognized as them gossiping about me. Seriously, they were worse than a pair of high school girls. The quick side glances, the covering of their mouths as they said something secret every so often, the smile that would flash across Hotch’s face whenever Rossi would joke about something. Like, could they be any more obvious about it? Hell, they could have written on their foreheads: “TALKING ABOUT Y/N”, and they still would have thought that they were getting away with it. I knew that they hadn’t seen each other in years, and what was going on with me and Hotch was still considerably fresh. Rossi likely had a million and one questions, and Hotch was probably all too excited to tell him everything.

As I watched them every so often, I couldn’t help but imagine how Hotch used to be quiet. From what I knew about his past, Hotch was somewhat of a bad kid when he was younger. He was probably just acting out because of his abusive father and absent mother, but still. I imagined that Hotch grew up with the white t-shirts under bomber jackets or black leather jackets. I imagined him hiding behind his school, smoking a cigarette or a joint. I imagined him being the life of the party because he was seeking attention outside of the home he was trying to escape. In other words, I imagined young Hotch as how Sean, his brother, acted now. I never, not in a million years, would have guessed that after that crazy, loud childhood that he would become quiet, fidgety, and shy. Maybe it was for Haley. I mean, he did turn his life around for her. Maybe he had just intended on keeping his head down so that he could do his job and get back to his wife. But Aaron Hotchner as anything but stern, demanding, scary, and dominant… it just felt wrong. It felt like a lie. But, boy, oh, boy, was I excited to hear more about it. I had been trying to find new ways to push Hotch’s buttons, to embarrass him and get the upper hand from time to time. These stories that Rossi had hidden away in his memory would be the perfect ammunition that I had been searching tirelessly for.

“Alright,” Hotch finally spoke up, standing from his seat on the other side of the plane, “let’s start.” He took a seat on the arm of the couch that was closest to the rest of us. JJ and Rossi sat on the cushions. “Reid, what do we know about the victim?”

Reid opened up his case file and started reading the entire file, collecting all of the information Hotch required in under ten seconds. “Michelle Colucci was single, lived alone, no immediate family members, no toxic past relationships.”

“At least, not in the reports,” I said.

Reid eyed me with a forced frown that tried to mask how relieved he was that someone was finally back to push him and his knowledge around. He continued before he could crack a smile. “Friends and co-workers say she was a classic workaholic at her architecture firm. Since there doesn’t seem to be any immediate connections, it’s possible that she was stalked.”

“Interesting…” Rossi hummed to himself, writing something down in his mini notebook. Everyone’s attention turned to see if he had anything to say. He noticed the silence and looked up to see that we were all waiting on him. “Oh. Sorry. I was just thinking aloud.”

“Something to add?” Hotch inquired.

“No,” Rossi shook his head. “Continue.”

“So, she was pretty, smart, and rich. All the classic draws for a stalker,” Morgan said, moving on before the silence could linger in the air. “He could have been acting out some kind of fantasy with her— you know, the perfect woman from his dreams, or something.”

“Maybe it was out of anger?” I offered up.

Considering that he had toyed with her before taking her, it insinuated that he wanted her to go mad, to fall apart, to suffer. By doing it around Halloween, he managed to convince the law enforcement and her friends that it was nothing more than a prank, which isolated her. She was alone and terrified, and, yeah, he could have gotten off on that, but he would have only done this in the first place if he was mad at her. Therefore he had to know her or enough about her to make a judgement.

“I don’t think so,” Reid challenged. “The mask the Unsub left in her house,” he held up the crime scene photo, “it’s blank. Usually masks represent either the best or worst sides of ourselves. This is just…”

“Faceless?” I played along.

Reid smiled and nodded. “Exactly. It doesn’t say that he’s angry.”

“But he wrote the number one on it with blood,” JJ said.

“That doesn’t necessarily mean he’s angry, though. It just points more evidence towards him being a sadist.”

“So we’re right back where we started,” Hotch shrugged.

“At least until we can get a look at the crime scene,” Reid half-agreed.

Hotch’s phone started to ring. He rolled his eyes slightly as he dug it out of his pocket and answered mid-meeting. “Hotchner.” He waited a beat for the other end of the call to make their point. “Thanks for letting us know.” Silence. “We’ll be landing here in a bit, so we’ll head straight there. Thanks.” Hotch hung up the call and hid his phone away again. “That was the Sheriff. There’s been another kidnapping in Dallas. Keep looking, see if you guys can notice something else before we land. Y/N and I will go to the new victim’s home to talk with her roommate. Morgan and Emily, head to Ms. Colucci’s house. Rossi and Reid, go to the disposal site to figure out what you can about this guy’s M.O. JJ, head down to the station and talk to the Sheriff to try and contain this. We only want the media to know what we give them.”

So as we landed, everyone teamed up with their pair and got into the cars that were waiting for us just outside. Hotch and I were the first to leave, Reid and Rossi behind us with JJ, and Emily and Morgan behind them. On our way to the newest victim’s house, we had Garcia send over information about her. Her name was Enid White. She was an unemployed Hispanic female, living with an old college friend to help pay for her house. Like our other victim, Ms. Colucci, Enid was single with no signs of any past strained relationships. She seemed to keep her head down, working at the tech company she was employed at until about a month ago when she quit. Nothing was out of the ordinary. So why choose her? Why Michelle Colucci and Enid White? What was their connection? I mean, there had to be one, right?

As we pulled up to the house, I flipped the case file closed and tucked it between the seat I was in and the arm rest. Hotch put the car in park against the curb, then we took a moment to look around the neighborhood we were in. The media was already crawling around everywhere, the police department trying to hold them back.

“I’ll talk with the detective on the case,” Hotch said, opening his door. As we both got out and could look at each other over the roof of the car, he continued, “Go inside to talk to the roommate.” I nodded. “We need to get to the station as fast as possible.”

The first twenty-four hours were always the most important, I knew it just as well as the next person. Our latest victim, Enid White, had been gone for ten hours at least, already. If we were going to find her alive, we had to race against the clock. Whatever time we thought we had to build a profile and find the Unsub, was now gone entirely. This was going to have to be a rushed job, which meant a loose profile that would hardly help us.

Enid’s roommate was sitting in their living room, a warm cup of tea between her hands, her knee bouncing anxiously against the carpet. As I entered, she stopped shaking for a moment long enough to look up at me and gauge that I was another official there to question her. She sighed as she hugged her knees up to her chest, propping her feet on the couch. While introducing myself, she gestured for me to take a seat across from her that had been used all day by different cops trying to hear her story. I apologized for having to do this, yet still insisted that it was a necessity if we were going to find Enid on time.

“Enid walks her dog, Charlie, every night just before sundown. She liked that it’s cooled off by then and she can watch the sunset as she walks. She always comes home before it gets dark because she knows what could happen if she…” She hesitated a moment as she realized what she was about to admit. Enid was terrified of becoming a victim. She played it safe, walking her dog when it was safe and still convenient. She was a cautious girl, but she just happened to be too predictable with her constant schedule. “When she didn’t come back home by seven, I knew that something was wrong. I went outside to see if she was just playing with Charlie in the yard, or something. That was when I found all of the posters taped to our house that said she was missing. I’ve been watching the news, and I had heard about that lady who found the same thing at her house, so I called the cops and just waited.” She took a sip of her tea.

“Where’s Charlie now?” I asked.

She shook her head. “I have no idea.”

“Well…” I pushed myself to my feet. “Thank you for speaking with me. I know that having to repeat it a thousand times isn’t fun.”

“You’re done already?”

I nodded. “We’ll be in touch if we have any more questions.”

She nodded from her seat, too, and took another sip of her tea to hide her emotions.

I left the house quietly, finding that Hotch was finishing up his conversation with the lead detective. Hotch saw me approaching and excused himself from their conversation, shaking the detective’s hand, then walking over to meet me halfway. “Enid’s roommate says that Enid took the same path every day to walk her dog. Same time, same path… Perfect schedule for a stalker to follow. She said that she saw the posters when she stepped out to check on Enid. I’m assuming Enid probably saw it, too. Do you know if anyone saw the Unsub putting them up?”

Hotch shook his head. “The detective said that a few neighbors might have seen something, but they’re all unsure, and they couldn’t describe the man. He also said that he had no idea that there was a mask left at Ms. Colucci’s house.”

I cocked a brow. “Why wouldn’t he leave another mask?”

“If he didn’t take her, he couldn’t complete his ritual. He probably put up the posters to spook her, but she got smart and ran before he could grab her. He must have run away or after her— either way, she managed to escape him, which is why he didn’t come back to leave a mask. He’ll do it when he actually takes her.”

“So you think she’s out there on her own?”

“It would explain why the dog is gone, too. Call Garcia, have her check Enid’s credit card history. If she’s on the run, she would have needed to buy food, gas, a hotel room, something.”

We started walking back to the car as I dialed Garcia’s number to ask for what Hotch needed. “Speak,” was all she quipped.

“Garcia, can you check Enid White’s financial information for us?” I asked, opening my car door.

“Por que?”

“We need to know if she has purchased anything since her disappearance last night.”

“Jackpot! You, Agent Greenaway, get the kudos card today. It looks like Enid bought a shotgun at a weapons store just outside of Dallas this morning.”

I raised a brow and looked at Hotch before putting the call on speaker. “Are you sure that it was Enid who bought it and not someone using her credit card?”

“I can check the store’s security tapes. Un momento, por favor.” Garcia was silent as she looked through the security footage of the store since they’re required to have one for safety purposes and for tracking purposes in case of situations like this. “It looks like Enid, that’s for sure.”

“Thanks, Garcia,” Hotch answered for me.

“No problemo. I’ll be around.” She hung up.

I wasn’t sure where this newfound fascination with dropping Spanish into her sentences randomly came from, but then again, it was Garcia. I shouldn’t have been surprised. But what she told us was actually helpful to the case. We knew that Enid was at least not taken by the Unsub, as originally suspected, which meant that we could likely make contact with her soon. If Enid was out there on her own, then the Unsub was likely getting antsy to find her or find someone else to complete his ritual. He was going to spiral soon unless he found a victim to psychologically torture then brutally murder.

Back at the station, Morgan, Emily, JJ, and Reid were already working on finishing up more of the profile. Rossi was sitting in a chair off to the side, scribbling notes into his little notebook that he had been obsessed with since the beginning of the case. I noticed how Hotch kept eyeing Rossi out of the corner of his eye, maybe trying to profile something about him; but since I didn’t know Rossi well enough yet, I couldn’t tell what it was Hotch was looking for.

While Hotch was busy over thinking something, I told the team that Enid had bought a gun, which meant that she was likely on the run from the Unsub. So not only were we looking for our Unsub, but now we were also racing to get to Enid before he could get to her.

Spencer brought up what they found at the dump site. Him and Rossi were told by the officers on the scene that Ms. Colucci’s body was found face down in the water, her ankles tied to a rock that should have weighed her down to the bottom of the river. By weighing his victim down, it told us that the Unsub didn’t want her to be found, which meant that he was somehow connected to her—meaning that through Ms. Colucci’s history, we would be able to find him. We knew that her family was limited, and relationships were scarce. Now it was just a question of which friend or acquaintance did this to her.

Emily and Morgan, who had only just returned from scouting out Ms. Colucci’s home, notes that the Unsub had been hiding in her garden while stalking her. The garden was protected by tall plants and two trees, which meant that there was plenty of cover to hide from Ms. Colucci and any neighbors who were around— which also explained why no one was able to say if they had seen the Unsub putting the posters up or not.

“Sheriff,” a deputy approached, “there’s a call for you on line one.”

The sheriff spun around in his chair and stretched over his desk to answer the phone on speaker. “Hello?”

“My name is Enid White,” the woman said nervously over the phone. “The news said that the police didn’t believe that other girl when she told them about the posters; and now she’s dead. I saw the same posters on my house, so I ran… but I don’t think I can keep going much longer. I have a gun to protect myself, but I think he’s going to find me soon.”

“Enid, this is Agent Greenaway with the FBI,” I said, stepping forward. “Can you tell us where you are?”

She hesitated for a moment, likely debating about whether or not she could trust me. I didn’t blame her, in her shoes, I’d be just as paranoid. That being said, however, if we were going to help her, she needed to be in our protection at the precinct. If we were going to find her before the Unsub, she just had to tell us where she was, and we’d do everything in our power to protect her.

“The El Royale Motel in Dallas,” she finally admitted. “Room six.”

The team immediately started racing around to gear up while on their way to the cars. I stayed for a moment to finish talking with her. “Enid, I need you to listen to me carefully. Keep the blinds closed, put something over the peep hole, lock the door, put a chair in front of it— if you can— and don’t open the door for anyone but me. I’ll knock three times and you’ll hear my voice, alright?”

“Okay,” she agreed nervously.

“You’re going to be alright, Enid. We’re on our way.”

The sheriff hung up the call following my gesture. We were the last two to run out of the precinct, the team already gone in the FBI’s signature black SUVs that we had driven around from the airport. The sheriff led me to his squad car, and we started racing towards Dallas. It was about a twenty minute drive of knowing that we could do nothing but cross our fingers that Enid would still be alright by the time we could arrive at the motel. Despite the sirens and the lights, people on the road seemed to struggle with remembering to move out of our way, leaving the sheriff to try his best to maneuver in and out of traffic as carefully as he could while still going far over the speed limit.

When we arrived at the hotel, the team was already prepping to move in towards room six, but I was the only one Enid knew to open the door for, therefore they had to wait for my call. Hotch gave me a short nod as I got out of the squad car and started pushing past all the vehicles. I pulled out my weapon, making sure to keep it lowered at my side, and carefully approached the door to room six. Just as I had promised to Enid over the phone, I knocked three times on the door and called out her name to let her know that it was me. I half expected to immediately hear the sound of her shuffling around inside, desperate to run to the door to make sure that it really was me and that we were really there to help. But there was nothing. There was no sign of movement inside, no sign that someone was going to come answer the door. No one even said anything. I figured that if she wasn’t going to hurry to the door, she could at least ask me a few questions to ensure that it was me. Still nothing, though.

I glanced over my shoulder, a signal to the team that something was wrong. Hotch held up his hand, pointing his index finger towards the sky, then moved it in a circular motion to gesture for the team to move in carefully. I took a step back from the door, squaring up my shoulders, getting a proper stance to ready myself for what would come next.

“Enid White! FBI! Open up!” I shouted one more time, just to see if she would come to the door now.

When there was still no sign, I nodded to Emily, who was standing just beside the door frame. She acknowledged my signal and reached out for the door handle to see if it would budge. To our surprise, it did. The door opened with ease, concerning everyone around since I had specifically instructed Enid to practically barricade herself inside.

Emily and I exchanged another glance before we nodded simultaneously towards each other. She rushed around the corner and into the motel room, her weapon raised. As she ran further into the room to clear the bathroom area, I pushed into the room, too, to look around for Enid. There wasn’t really anywhere she could hide, to be honest. All there was, was a bed, a table, and a dresser with a TV on it. The door that had belonged to the table, was smashed to bits on the carpet, just in front of where the door swung open. On the bed, there were hundreds of those missing person’s posters with Enid’s face on them, and a white mask in the middle that had the number “two” written on its forehead with blood. I sighed to myself as I holstered my weapon and called for the team to come in. Emily returned from the bathroom to say that there was nothing in there. No sign of Enid, her belongings, or a struggle.

“The shotgun she bought?” I asked after taking notice that it wasn’t in the bedroom. Emily shook her head. “We’re too late. If she’s not dead yet, she will be soon. He’s still in a rush to finish his ritual.”

“He knew we were coming,” Hotch said, stepped into the room with the rest of the team.

“Take a look at this,” Emily commented after kneeling down on the floor to look at something under the bed. As she stood, I noticed that she was holding a cellphone in her hand— using a cloth from her back pocket to grab it without using gloves. “If she used a cellphone to call the station, then—”

“He was probably right outside, listening with an interceptor, waiting for the right moment to strike,” Morgan finished.

The sheriff raised a brow. “Why stake this place out? Why not just grab her immediately?”

“Because he wanted us to find the mask first,” I answered. “’Scuse me,” I apologized, pushing past him and Morgan to get to the door. I hurried out of the room and took a step onto the sidewalk to take in a deep breath.

I had been the one who told Enid to stay there, that we were coming for her and that she would be safe. I promised that it would be me at the door, and no one else. Why would she have let the door open? I mean, she clearly didn’t want to at first, telling by the broken chair on the ground, but still. And calling from her cellphone when there was a landline right there… The best thing— the only thing we could do for Enid now was to finish the profile and race to find her again.

Based on all of the information we had collected over the past couple of hours, what did we know about the Unsub? Well, for one, he was “flashy”. He wanted people to know what he was doing, but he was careful with who knew what— for instance, how he clearly only wanted the police to know about the masks, but he was fine with the media knowing about the posters. He clearly wanted to be recognized by the people who mattered most. At first, that was his victims. When they ignored him, he got rid of them. Now that the cops were paying attention, he wanted to keep it going. Once the media started recognizing him, too, he started getting them involved with the investigation. He clearly cared more about his people’s opinions of him rather than the women he was harassing, because he took the time to try and hide their bodies in the water in order to protect himself. This was probably because he was just an ordinary person. He looked average, he sounded average, his home was average, his job was average—

Then something hit me.

There weren’t many people who knew what a cellphone interceptor was, and even fewer knew how to use one. If the Unsub knew that he was going to wait for her to make a call, he knew how to use it, which meant that he was technologically savvy— which meant that he could have had a job working with technology. So, he was smart, creative, confident… and he was very clearly angry.

There was our profile. That was everything we needed. I had practically built the entire psychological piece, Morgan and Emily could probably give a physical description based on what they found at Michelle Colucci’s house. We were good to go.

The news was playing quietly in the background as the entire precinct gathered around to hear our presentation of the profile. JJ made sure that the TV stayed on all day so that they could monitor the news’ information to make sure that there were no leaks. We wanted to keep our profile and the mask under wraps, and once I told the team about my profile of the Unsub being an attention seeker, it was of the utmost importance that the news just stopped reporting about him until we could catch him.

Everyone in the precinct seemed focused on us and our presentation, though. It wasn’t going to take long, especially since it was a fairly quick and easy profile; but the fact of the matter was that we were rushing again to find Enid. Just like when we originally thought that the Unsub had her, the clock was ticking once more. Emily and Morgan, as expected, gave the physical description. Based on the evidence found at Michelle Colucci’s house, they guessed that he was a middle aged, white, 5 foot 5, 180 pound male. Average, like I said. I added that we should be looking at employees at tech companies in the area. As I was explaining why, however, everyone’s attention seemed to turn to the news. I came to a stop as I saw the headline change to the one thing we didn’t want.

“JJ,” Hotch began, catching her attention out the corner of her eye, “how did the news get that?”

JJ shook her head. “I have no idea. I made sure that everyone knew that we were keeping that close—”

“I did it,” Rossi admitted while stepping out of the break room. I hadn’t even realized that he wasn’t up front giving the profile with us. “I called them.”

“What?” Hotch asked, utterly confused.

“I said that the FBI thinks that the masks mean that he’s incompetent.”

Hotch eyes narrowed as he tried to keep his professional cool. When he realized that everyone was looking to him and not Rossi for answers, he started walking towards the break room. “We need to talk.”

Rossi’s decision to put the mask into the news sped up our timeline twofold. Before, we probably had until sundown when he could use nighttime as cover to murder Enid White, but now, he was probably going to kill her within the next few hours because Rossi just challenged his intelligence. We knew that the Unsub was a sophisticated, narcissistic man. Rossi’s comment about him being impotent was going to force his hand, because now he felt like he had something to prove to us.

Because of this, the rest of us jumped into action to prepare for a call from the Unsub or for a new crime scene we’d be called to within the next few hours. We had to try to narrow down our search. We had an idea of his occupation—and while it wasn’t much, we could at least use that to figure out where in the area he could possibly be. Reid raced to the map on the wall in the board room, Morgan and Emily started looking through files, and I called Garcia to get a trap and trace ready.

Taking into account where the two victims were taken, where Ms. Colucci was found, and where the nearby top tech companies were located, we could narrow down the area of where we should be looking. Garcia was on call while searching employee records of all of the different companies we wanted her to take a look at.

“Holy moly—” Garcia whispered under her breath. The room went quiet for a moment before I asked her about what she found. “I think I just found the connection between our victims. Enid White worked at a tech company called Techno Communications up until two months ago, and Michelle Colucci helped with the recent architecture of the new floors going into the building right now.”

“How did we miss that before?” I asked.

“Because Michelle Colucci’s work was supposed to be off-book until she was done and could get paid.”

“Our Unsub probably ran into both victims at Techno Communications,” Morgan stated the obvious.

And then the phone started ringing. Garcia must have heard it through the call we already had running, because she told us she was ready whenever we were. JJ got up from her seat and ran to go find Hotch and Rossi. A few seconds later, they returned, and Rossi answered the call before we could.

“This is FBI’s Supervisory Special Agent David Rossi. With whom am I speaking?”

“You called me incompetent and impotent,” the Unsub hissed through gritted teeth. Rossi stayed quiet. “I’m not impotent,” he whispered even quieter. Silence hung in the air again, and I could hear a phone ringing in the background.

“And what about incompetent?”

“I’m not incompetent, either.”

“Are you sure about that?” Rossi was trying to push the Unsub’s buttons, to play his game, to make him snap and maybe trip up on his tongue.

And then I heard another phone ringing.

I scrambled to grab a piece of paper from the notebook in front of Emily. She watched as I tore a page in half, then stole her pen right from her hands. As I scribbled something down posthaste, the whole team tried to look over to see what I was doing. Rossi kept talking, kept trying to get under the Unsub’s skin, buying me time to finish writing my message. When I finally had it all down, despite the shitty handwriting, I held it up for both Rossi and Hotch to see. After reading it and taking note of my point, I slumped back in my chair, my energy suddenly gone. Morgan grabbed the piece of paper to get a look at what I wanted to tell them.

In the background of the call, there was the endless sound of multiple phones ringing. The Unsub was whispering because he was at work, probably on a floor of cubicles, and he was trying to go undetected. We knew that there was a connection between the two victims, and that was their former workplace. He was still there. We could go get him, as long as we were sure that he was there and not somewhere else.

“Why are you whispering? Are you at work?”

“You have to tell the news the truth,” the Unsub dodged Rossi’s question. It didn’t matter if he answered, though. Garcia was tracing the call and we already had a hunch. Either way, we were going to get him.

“I’m not going to tell them anything. If you turn yourself in, you can tell them yourself.”

“No!” he raised his voice quickly. Silence hung in the air for a beat, probably because he realized that he had lashed out when he wasn’t supposed to. “No…” he whispered again. “You have to do it.”

“I’m sorry, but that’s just not going to happen. But I’ll tell you what will happen.” Rossi took a seat and leaned over the table so that he was closer to the speaker. “I’m going to check the precinct’s security tapes from the day Michelle Colucci came in to report that someone had hung those posters up at her house. I know that you had been watching her long enough—stalking her for long enough— that you would know how to follow her around while going undetected. Despite that, however, I’m sure that when I look at those tapes, I’m going to see you hovering around her. I’m going to take that tape, I’m going to take your face from it, and I’m going to plaster it all around the city— just like you did with those women to inspire fear. Only this time, people won’t notice you because of fear. Hell, they won’t even admire you, like you want. No. They’re going to hate you, because you’re a disgusting, vile nobody. No one will fear you. They will loathe you. You’re just a loser. A nobody. An infamous celebrity wannabe. We’ll catch you, you’ll be on the news for a day or so, and then you’ll just be forgotten like you always have. Why? Because you’re not special—” Hotch stood from his seat to try and stop Rossi, but it didn’t help. “–You’re ordinary. You’re going to disappear forever. No one will remember you or your name. This was all for nothing.”

Everyone stared at Rossi. We were all shell shocked by what had just happened. Even if we wanted to say something, what would we have done? Rossi had just gone ahead and insulted every bit of the profile I built for this Unsub. He had just poked and prodded every button that this guy had. And we had no fucking clue how the Unsub was going to respond.

The silence was absolutely deafening. Hotch was glaring at Rossi again, another warning that he was on thin ice. I knew that they were friends, and Rossi was a great agent, but this… He had gone too far with disobeying Hotch’s orders and now throwing out our entire profile. Honestly, he probably just got Enid killed. Even if the Unsub was at his office still, he probably wouldn’t be by the time we could get there to arrest him. He’d be gone and we’d get a call soon saying that Enid’s body had been found tied to a rock at the bottom of a lake again.

“You just signed Enid White’s death warrant.”

As Rossi sat back in his chair to come to terms with what the Unsub just said, the call ended. I didn’t hesitate to pick up my phone and ask Garcia if she traced the call. Just as we suspected, he had called from Techno Communications. Hotch, still staring down Rossi, told Garcia to get in contact with Techno Communications to close down the building while we would rush over there.

Garcia hung up the call with us so that she could get in contact with the company. The rest of us hurried to gear up and get back in the cars so that we could race there before the Unsub could get away.

As we pushed through the front doors of the building, racing into the full lobby, Hotch dug out his cellphone. “Garcia, which floors of the building was Ms. Colucci renovating?” He waited for her answer. “Thanks.” Hotch hung up without any more questions or so much as a goodbye. We all stopped to huddle around him to hear what he wanted us to do since we had the whole building and all of the employees to search. There had to be a way to narrow it down, and it probably had to do with the call he just made. “Morgan, take floor six; Y/N, seven; Emily, eight; Reid, nine. We’re looking for someone who just works a regular desk job. He likely made a scene about twenty minutes ago. He could still be hanging around, or he could have left in a hurry. Just… look around, but don’t approach him, if you happen to see him. Go.”

The four of us scurried off towards the hallway of elevators just ahead and to the right. When we approached the sixth floor, Morgan quietly got off, then when we reached the seventh floor, I stepped out. The floor itself seemed entirely empty and quiet. There were a few private offices that had been renovated already and seemed occupied, but the maze of cubicles wasn’t done yet. We weren’t looking for a guy who would work in one of those fancy, private offices. He would have been in the middle of all of the other cubicles, blending in with all of the other average people. If we were going to find him, or at least his things, it wasn’t going to be on that floor. I mean, even if he wanted to hide behind all of the construction and industrial sized plastic hanging from the ceiling, I would have seen him the moment I stepped out of the elevator. He wasn’t there. There wasn’t any point in wasting my time searching there when I could return downstairs to help look there or to start questioning the other employees.

So I returned to the elevator just as quickly as I had gotten out. It seemed like I needed to wait for Spencer to get off on the ninth floor first, because the floor counter just above the frame seemed frozen on NINE for a minute before slowly making its descent towards me again. As it opened, I noticed that neither Emily nor Reid were inside still. That was good. At least they found something of more interest for them to stick around on their floors longer. I only went one floor, though, before the elevator slowed down and dinged to let me know that someone was going to be joining me. Morgan probably had shit luck, too.

“Find anything?” Morgan asked as he stepped into the elevator with me. I shook my head and asked if he happened to have better luck. “Nope. Nothing.”

We started slowly descending back towards the lobby to give Hotch the bad news. Our Unsub was probably long gone. Hopefully, Emily or Reid found something on their floors, otherwise we were going to have to search every single desk in the building and interrogate every employee—and that was a lot of unnecessary hassle.

As the elevator doors dinged before slowly sliding open, Morgan asked how Hotch and I were doing. I laughed at him and told him he’d never know the truth. He smiled at me playfully and took the first step out. I was close on his heels.

“Down!” Hotch shouted in the hallway.

I stopped in my tracks. Morgan immediately heard the order and dove towards the floor. He rolled out of the way, grabbing his pistol on his hip as he did so. Gunfire echoed through the hallway as Hotch shot the man standing in front of the elevator. As he landed on his back, Morgan aimed his weapon up at the Unsub, but he was too late. The Unsub fell to the ground, his weapon dropping out of his grip.

Before the elevator doors could reclose on me, I cautiously stepped into the hallway with my weapon still in hand. Rossi and Hotch were standing to my left, having followed the Unsub from the lobby, and Morgan was on the floor just in front of me. I squatted and used two fingers against the Unsub’s pulse to see if he was still alive or not. When I felt no throbbing in his neck to signal that his blood was still pumping and his heart was beating, I looked up at Hotch and shook my head. Both him and Rossi holstered their weapons.

I stood, walked a few steps, then I leaned over slightly, my arm outstretched, my palm hanging flat. Morgan looked up at me then my hand before taking the silent offer he was given. As his hand clapped against mine and grabbed on, I pulled him up to his feet. Morgan groaned as his bicep flexed while he lifted himself up, too. When he was planted upright on his feet, our hands parted so that he could wipe the dirt off of his pants, and he thanked me.

“The only person allowed to shoot you is me, alright?” I teased, patting his shoulder.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“You two okay?” Hotch asked.

We both nodded.

“What about Enid White?” the sheriff asked from behind Rossi.

Hotch turned around. “Well, we have his address now. We’ll probably find her there.”

Woah— When the hell did we get an address? Had Emily and Reid already come downstairs or did Garcia somehow utilize her utter genius to beat us to the punch? What did I miss?

“I’ll send my guys there now, then,” the sheriff told us before stepping away to call his deputies.

“You sure you’re okay?” Hotch asked me, carefully approaching.

I nodded and shrugged, unsure of why he was asking me when Morgan was the one nearly caught in the crossfire. I had been hiding in the elevator the whole time. I was okay. And Enid White was probably going to be okay, too. Considering the time of day she was taken, the Unsub probably left during his lunch break to grab her— or maybe called in to say that he had a doctor’s appointment in the morning. Either way, he didn’t have enough time to torture and kill Enid like he wanted to. She was probably at his house, just as we were suspecting. It was going to be okay.

When I had my things collected and said goodnight to the team as they started making their way out of the BAU, I walked up to Hotch’s office. He was sitting at his desk, looking over some paperwork, maybe from the case we just got back from, or maybe something else. Either way, he looked exhausted, and I think we both just needed to go home and rest. Even when I knocked on the door to try and catch his attention, he seemed so out of it that he didn’t really notice. So, I took the initiative to step in and take a seat across from him.

As I sighed while getting comfortable in my seat, Hotch finally looked up and seemed utterly shocked and confused about how I was suddenly sitting in his office without him taking notice originally. I smirked and crossed my legs, leaning back comfortably. He realized what this was all about and started closing his files so that he could sort them out on his desk for the night. I played with the hem of my shirt as I waited, pulling down the collar slightly to seem more… relaxed and comfortable… but I caught Hotch clearing his throat and trying not to stare. I smirked and bit my lip seductively.

“Stop that…” he mumbled.

I shrugged but continued to stare at him while holding my lip captive. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, catching mine and Hotch’s attention. Hotch looked up from packing up his things and I turned away from staring at him, releasing my bottom lip before anyone could notice. When we noticed that it was just Rossi and not Strauss or something, we both relaxed and smiled at him.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he apologized, stepping further into the office. “I figured that, if the offer is still available, I’d take you guys up on that dinner.”

I nodded. “We’d love that.”

Hotch swung his bag over his shoulder. “Hope you don’t mind boxed spaghetti and grocery store marinara sauce.” He was teasing, of course. He must have known that Rossi took his Italian side very seriously and decided to push that button— probably just like old times.

Rossi’s eyes widened before letting out a chuckle. “Oh, hell no. I’ll make it homemade myself if it means we get to have the good stuff.”

I stood as Hotch came around his desk and reached out for my hand. Rossi headed out of the office first. He kept glancing over his shoulder to make sure that we were following. As we stepped onto the ramp, we could see Strauss leaving her office in the hallway just outside the BAU. I immediately tore my hand away from Hotch’s and took a few quick steps to walk next to Rossi. After Strauss locked her office door, she turned to see the three of us meeting her at the elevator and shared a polite smile with us. It seemed like all three of us were less than inclined to smile back, but we did so anyways.

“How did the case in Texas go?” she asked us as we pushed through the glass doors and she pressed the elevator button.

“Fine,” Hotch answered, standing just behind me. I could practically feel how he was towering over me… “Quick and easy.” I gulped. The elevator opened and Hotch reached around me so that he could hold the door open. “Ladies first,” he smiled at Strauss.

She silently thanked him and stepped inside. “And you, Agent Greenaway. How was your first day back in the field?”

My eyes searched for Hotch’s as we all squeezed shoulder to shoulder in the elevator. He nodded for me to respond. “It went well,” I responded quietly. “Glad to be back.”

Before we knew it, the elevator slowed to a stop and we all piled out. Strauss wished us all a goodnight before hurrying out on her own. Rossi turned on his heels to look at us and raise his brows as if to say: “Wow.”

“The tension nearly suffocated me in there,” he chuckled. “What the hell happened?” Hotch and I shared a glance. “Ah,” he sighed, “I see.” We both nodded. “Well, my place or yours?”

Honestly, I was glad that someone wasn’t making a big deal of it finally. When the team first found out about me and Hotch, there were a million and one questions—especially from Elle and Morgan. When Strauss found out, she tried to pry us apart. I thought that with Rossi’s same reservations as Gideon’s, he wouldn’t like mine and Hotch’s relationship… but he actually seemed… okay with it. A relief, to be sure. Earlier, when we met, he seemed excited that Hotch was happy and had me to watch his back in the field. I was scared that when he figured out that our relationship had become a problem at the workplace, he would disapprove. But he didn’t seem to mind, and it was like he was holding back all of his questions for when we’d sit down for dinner and start polite conversation about our lives and catching up with him. I liked that. I liked that he respected that boundary we created for ourselves. I couldn’t say the same about Morgan and Emily, who always seemed to ask about it.

“We offered, so, why don’t you come to ours?” I asked.

“Sounds good to me,” Rossi agreed.

Hotch finally took my hand again, knowing that the coast was clear. “Do you remember the way, old man?”

Rossi chuckled to himself. “One of these days, I’ll get you back for that.”

“Ooh,” I smiled, “I’m sure there’s plenty of embarrassing stories, right?” Rossi nodded. “I think we could start there.”

Rossi pointed his finger at me. “I like her—” He paused and looked at Hotch. “I like… them,” he corrected carefully. “I like them,” he said with more confidence.

Hotch smiled. “Good job,” he whispered.

After Rossi cheered to himself for getting it right, the three of us headed out to the parking lot. We split up to go left and right towards our respective cars. When we got into the car, Hotch started the engine, and I grabbed his hand from the steering wheel. I brought his knuckles up to my lips and pressed a gentle kiss against them. Hotch carefully pulled his hand away so that he could press it to my cheek.

“You did good today,” he complimented quietly. I nodded against his touch. “I love you.”

I smiled and kissed his palm. “I love you, too.” His hand fell from my face and gripped the steering wheel again. “But I’m going to be taking notes on all of Rossi’s stories.”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “You already had a rough time walking this morning. Don’t make it worse for yourself tomorrow morning.”

Fair enough, Agent Hotchner. Fair enough.

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Airplane (Sam Wilson)

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Sam Wilson x Reader, featuring Bucky Barnes Warnings: a little cursing, awkwardness, lots of fluff!! Word Count: 2.5k

“Samuel Thomas Wilson?” You squeaked out. Getting on a plane to go to London, for a work trip was normal for you. Having a stranger sit next to you, on said flight, was normal to you. Sitting in absolute silence for the rest of the flight, was normal to you. But right now- this was not normal. This man, to be your seat mate for the rest of this long flight, is your ex-boyfriend.

Shit.

“Oh fuck, uh, hey, surprise!” Sam replied, smiling at you unsure of what to do. You awkwardly stood back up, but your knees were bent from the small amount of space you had. Why the fuck did you get up? You waved back at him, now looking absolutely anywhere but his face (and his crotch).

So, where did you decide to stare at? The man standing behind him, the one and only Bucky Barnes. Not a good idea, seeing as the stranger (the two of you have never met before) grinned back to you, unhinged by the total amount of awkwardness that seeped in the air. You had no choice but to grin back with a small hesitation, as Sam stared back at you.

Uhh, just sit the fuck down now.

Your knees buckled loudly, as you sat back down and you cringed at the noise they make, while Sam sighed out almost dramatically. He pushed his and Bucky’s carry-ons up onto the storage above your seats. Bucky continued to stare back at you, now realizing the obvious discomfort his partner and you were feeling, and boy was he going to relish in it.

Sam lightly punched Bucky and cocked his head back in your direction. “Listen, be cool, she’s my ex. Actually, wait just don’t talk.” Sam whispered furiously back at Bucky. You sat there, bouncing your legs in nervousness, while Bucky nodded back to Sam with a “Yeah, sure.” (Fuck no!)

Your eyes widened as Sam sat almost hesitantly next to you, in the middle seat. “So, London, eh?” You question, and immediately wince at your fucking gawkiness. Like, fuck! That damn question- ‘London, eh?’ like man, you felt embarrassed. That question is the equivalence of just being so damn dumb.

Sam couldn’t feel even more tongue-tied at this moment either. Bucky, on the other hand felt like this was a Comedy Central original, and he couldn’t help the short laugh that escaped him. He quickly covered it up as a cough but rolled his eyes, as Sam hit his leg hard in warning.

“Yeah, London. You?” Sam responded and woah, Bucky couldn’t help it. The laugh came out even louder and he couldn’t cover it up, he for sure wouldn’t. Sam ultimately ignored Bucky at that moment, as he glanced back at you with an upside-down grin.

You slowly nodded back, and silence ensues. As if on cue, a flight attendant arrived, pushing the storage closed while looking at the three of you. Bucky, the ultimate comedian, pointed back at you and Sam, and with a short chuckle, he spoke, “Those two, am I right? The chemistry!”

You let out a loud groan the same time Sam smacked Bucky’s arm hardly, “Oh you are a fucking asshole!” Bucky groaned out and clutched his arm, “That was the good one!”

“That’s for being stupid!” Sam yakked back, clearly annoyed. Bucky rolled his eyes back to him, while you gapped at the two of them. The flight attendant made no comment, just glanced back down to Bucky and with a shake of her head, she turned around and left. Oh, how you wished to be that flight attendant, being able to just leave.

But nope. You can’t just leave, seeing as the flight was going to take off soon. You pulled your phone back out, deciding to ignore the little cat fight between Sam and Bucky as you sent out an SOS text to your friend. ‘fuckkkk, sam is sitting next to me and I think he’s got a boyfriend now or something’ you sent out. At least you did think Bucky was Sam’s boyfriend. You’ve seen the two of them on the news, and you assumed Sam was straight, but you didn’t know if that was completely true, maybe he was bisexual. But now, looking at the two of them, they really did look like a couple.

“So, how have you been?” Sam asked, looking back to you, as you put your phone away again. You hummed for a quick second with raised eyebrows, surprised he wanted to talk to you. Maybe it’ll only be small talk, and end in a minute, but the fact you had to sit next to him the rest of the flight made you hope for the best.

“Fine, got that promotion. What about you?” You responded, keeping your tone flat, but you were genuinely interested about what was happening in his life. The reason why the two of you ended things was in fact because of him joining the Avengers. It really bothered you at the time, since he had a hard time with memories back from the war, and you thought that him joining in a group of fighters was only going to hurt him more.

Maybe you were wrong with that assumption now, seeing how happy he looked all the time on the news, and right now with Bucky. You both ended things on mutual terms, agreed to stay friends of course, but once you left, neither of you reached out to each other. It hurt you for a time but now you moved past it, dated a few other people, gained a few more friends too.

Sam was hurt by the break-up as well. It was years ago now, but he did feel like there was potential in that relationship. You two had gone through some tough times and he did ultimately understand your point of view of his decision. After you left, he wondered what life would have been like if he didn’t join the team, but right now he was happy he did.

The two of you have grown into separate paths, that seemed almost impossible to intertwine but now, here you are. Both of you happy and healthy, connected however apart, but in a very awkward situation.

“Congrats on the promotion! I’m doing okay- but wow, that’s great, good job.” Sam replied, sincerely happy for you. That promotion also caused the two of you pain in the relationship. You were pushing in over sixty hours a week, always exhausted and stressed. That promotion seemed impossible, you worked so hard while the two of you were dating, and that work barely got you anywhere. So now, seeing as you got the promotion, he knew you were truly glad about it.

“Yeah, thank you. How’s uh, how’s everything going?” You asked back lightly, seeing Bucky lean back into Sam. In turn, Sam barely shrugged his shoulders trying to get him off. Sam looked at you, almost smiling as he remembered things from the past.

You looked good too. Great, in fact, and now Sam felt his ears grow a little warm at your beauty. You also thought Sam looked good. He suited himself in some jeans and a t-shirt you recognize from long ago, and he looked a little bit more muscular than last time you saw him.

“Everything is good, I’m actually leading a new division now at work. And my family’s alright too.” Sam responded, turning his body to face you, in the uncomfortable airplane seat. You nodded back, taking in the information and with a gasp, you asked, “How’s Christa doing?”

Christa was Sam’s neighbor and at one time, the three of you were best friends. But when things started to go downhill, you cut yourself off and away from Christa, thinking it was for the best since she was his neighbor, and they were friends first. Christa always butted in on conversations and made sure the two of you were feeling alright, especially during flu seasons.

“She’s been wondering about you actually.” Sam responded quietly, seeing Bucky lean into the conversation. Bucky and Christa have met on numerous occasions and wow, did Bucky dislike the girl. For some reason she held an attitude against him that he could not take and the two were quick to argue about almost anything.

“She’s a bitch.” Bucky spoke almost in a matter-of-fact tone, with raised eyebrows looking between you and Sam. You let out a surprised laugh as Sam rolled his eyes back to him, “No, she is not.” You agreed with Sam, as Bucky let out a sigh.

“Why does she hate me?” Bucky questioned; eyeing Sam amused. Sam shifted around again, thinking of all the reasons why she could dislike Bucky. It was apparent the two of them were clearly not anywhere labeled as friends, but Sam couldn’t really find a justifiable reason why she acts like that to him.

So, he just shrugged back, as you leaned back into your laugh. “Hey there,” You finally introduced yourself to Bucky, slightly moving over Sam to shake Bucky’s hand. He nodded back to you, grinning and looking back to Sam. “So, is there something I need to know?” Bucky questioned both you and Sam, making the both of you confused. You crunched your eyebrows together in perplexity as Sam opened his mouth slightly.

You “oohed” back suddenly, causing Sam to look at you confused. “What?” He asked you, watching as your expression turned to one of understanding. You cocked your head back to Sam with a shrug, “It’s alright, you don’t have to hide it, and there isn’t anything, Bucky.” You smiled sweetly back to him.

No way you were going to be rude to Sam’s boyfriend now (again you really do think they are dating). He seemed funny and interesting to you, and most importantly Sam looked happy. Sam looked even more confused as Bucky nodded and started laughing, way more than normally.

You just smiled back to the two of them, looking happy. “Wait, what’s going on?” Sam questioned, making Bucky laugh even more. You raised your eyebrows at him, “Oh Sam, it’s fine with me! You guys look great together!”

“Excuse me?” Sam stuttered out, completely shocked. Bucky evened out his laughter, and watched as Sam vigorously shook his head no. “I am not dating him.” Sam declared, scooting his body to move a little bit more away from Bucky, as you rested back onto the window and watched the two.

Yeah, you didn’t believe him one bit, especially with Bucky wording silently, “We are.” So, you hummed back to Sam for a second while narrowing your eyes a little. “Is it like,” You paused trying to find the right words, as Sam repeatedly said “No,” over and over as if he couldn’t believe what was happening. “Is it like, not official? Cause you guys can trust me, I won’t say anything.” You replied, speaking softly.

Sam finally looked back at Bucky, seeing what Bucky was doing and smacked his arm again. “We are not dating. He’s just a friend, well now he’s just a coworker, since he’s acting so damn stupid.” Sam grunted out the end of his reply, as Bucky punched him back this time.

You laughed at the two, “Oh, alright! It’s just- you guys look so cute together!” The two of them completely stopped and just looked at you. Bucky was the one who looked confused now, as Sam raised his eyebrows back at you. “Come on, no we don’t.” Sam chuckled out, with Bucky nodding along and you shrugged back to them.

A small moment of silence went through the three of you, as Sam and Bucky completely readjusted in their seats properly, buckling up along with you. Your short time of happiness started to fade as the flight attendant up in the front started the instruction on what to do if anything were to happen. Your fear of planes was one of the worst things that you dealt with on a common basis. Almost every week or so, you had to jump on a plane for work, but you never seemed to get over that fear.

Sam gazed back at you as you sighed out shakily, now remembering how scared you would get during the take off. His stare softened as he noticed your hands starting to tremble as the plane started driving on the runway, and he whispered a short “Hey” to you.

You looked back up at Sam, as your fingers started tapping against each other. “Want to hold my hand, like good old times?” Sam asked, pushing his hand on the rest between the two of you. You nodded back with a small thankful smile.

“Thank you, Sam.” You whispered back and took his hand in yours, squeezing it tightly as the plane started to go even faster down the runway. You began to tremble even more when you felt the bumps, and Sam pulled away from you for a moment. You looked at him confused as he pushed the rest up between the two of the seats and scooted closer to you. He moved as close as he could, even taking off the seatbelt and opening his arms to you. You leaned into his hug just as soon as the plane started to lift, and he rubbed gentle circles on your back as you held your breath. Bucky sent a small smile to the two of you and leaned back in his chair, looking back around to the other seats.

The take off went well but the two of you still were hugging and you hesitantly pulled away. “Thank you, your hugs were always the best.” You said softly, as Sam put the seat belt back on again. Your nerves were slightly easing out again, and you were thankful that Sam hugged you. He looked back up to you and grinned, “No, it was your hugs that were the best.” His words made you laugh lightly, and you beamed back to him.

“Why did we never talk afterwards?” You wondered aloud.

Sam exhaled out slightly, “I have no idea.” You nodded back to his words, and your smile dropped a little. You opened your mouth again, timidly speaking up, “You know, after we did, I would dial in your number sometimes and I never pressed the button to call. I deleted your number a while after, but for some reason my mind hung onto your number. It took a while to forget,” You paused, eyeing his expression. He seemed downhearted at your sudden confession.

“And sometimes, I regret forgetting it.” You finished, breathing out slightly at the end. Sam took a moment before responding to your words, “I did the same thing, uh. I actually got a new number, if you ever want to reconnect, you know?”

You nodded back with a small grin. “That sounds great, but you know we still have several hours to reconnect, if you want to now?” Sam laughed at your invitation and the two of you immediately blasted into another conversation while Bucky watched on with a small snicker.

Safe to say, the next time the two of you shared a flight together, you two did more than just reconnect.

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danceworshipper · 4 years ago

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Since it's pride month and a lot of people seem to be doing this, I thought I'd share my headcanons for the hphm characters' sexualities. Many people have views that differ from mine, so I'm interested to see if anyone agrees with me. (long post)

Merula was the first character that, upon meeting, I knew immediately. She's very clearly a lesbian to me, though after interacting with her more, I added on a demi aspect to her. She finds girls attractive and beautiful, but crushes are hard for her to have and sexual feelings toward them are even harder, though they do come eventually. Her supposed crush on Jacob in the game is stupid and I'm ignoring it entirely.

Rowan took longer to figure out, especially deciding that male and female would be different. In one of my universes, they exist at the same time, so I felt like they shouldn't be the same. In the end, I decided that male Rowan would be gay (the Bill attraction was very obvious) and female Rowan would be bi, because she was still attracted to Bill but her and a female mc had a lot of chemistry too.

Ben was easy for me. Ben I feel is straight, completely straight, never even questioned it. I know a lot of people feel differently, but he's never given me any sort of gay vibes, and during year six (my main mc is a girl) when he starts needing to be a "protector" he came off as one of those "nice guys" which made me decide that yes, he is straight and he sucks and I hate him.

Penny actually changed semi-recently when Quidditch dropped. I had always seen her as mostly straight with maybe a bicurious aspect, but then seeing her obvious crush on Skye zipped her into full bisexual territory. I do feel like she still has attraction to guys, and in one universe she ends up with my male mc, but the girl side became very apparent very quickly and I liked it.

Bill is bi to me. He was bi from the first moment he was introduced in the books - in fact, until Fleur came along, I was leaning towards gay for him. In the game he gives off more straight vibes, but even then I can see him trying to banish the gay thoughts before figuring out that he can be attracted to both. Bad taste though, I mean Emily Tyler? Really?

Charlie is not aroace to me, and he never has been. I know that's a widely accepted headcanon but I really can't see it. He seems more the type to bury his feelings away and never act on them unless the girl figures it out and acts for him, since I see him rather shy in that regard. I think he's straight but nervous, perhaps a late bloomer like me (I was never attracted to anyone until I was 12, much later than anyone I know).

Ismelda I feel is also straight. She was a pretty easy decision after the Crushed side quest, because I never thought about her very much before so I just accepted the straightness without question. It could have been cool for her to be lesbian and to have mc help her accept herself, but that's not the way the game went and I don't feel like coming up with an excuse as to why she would be so obsessed with Barnaby if she was gay.

Barnaby, likewise, is straight, though at one point he decided to figure out if guys were on the table too. They weren't, but he's glad he gave it a chance. Unlike Ben, even though Barnaby is tough and wants to protect people, he doesn't give me "nice guy" vibes, instead giving off "genuinely nice guy" vibes. He's a very strong ally and never judges anyone on who they love.

Andre is gay as hell. I know the whole gays into fashion thing is a stereotype, but Andre fits it so well that I have to roll with it. I also think that he tried to pretend he wasn't gay because he knew about the stereotype and hated it, but later on realized that it didn't matter if he was a stereotype or not. He was who he was and there was no point trying to change it.

Talbott, like Penny, had a change somewhere along the way. From his first appearance, I pinned him down as straight, but after interacting with him more, an asexualness became pretty apparent to me. He has romantic attraction toward girls, but he's pretty happy never doing anything sexual ever. Cuddles are wonderful, though. Poor touched starved boy.

Chiara I feel is pansexual. I wanted to keep her straight, but after she became an official friend and we got to see more of her, that just wasn't possible. She very clearly has a big heart and I can no longer see her as straight. Pansexuality seemed better than bi in her case because I can see her loving based on personality with the physical attraction not mattering as much.

Tulip is someone that I had a hard time deciding on. She gives off strong lesbian vibes but also very strong straight vibes. The obvious solution here would be to make her bi or pan, but those didn't feel right. I felt as though she was someone who had to be one or the other. In the end, I made her both - in some universes she's a lesbian, and in some she's straight. Either way, she's very vocal about who she likes so if she has a crush on you, you'll know.

Tonks was tough. I really wanted to make her anything other than straight, but nothing fit her. In the end, I gave in and made her "straight". The quotation marks are because she likes guys, but she ends up being pretty androgynous and doesn't care what pronouns anyone uses for her. Plenty of people she works with as an Auror use male pronouns, and Tonks is perfectly fine with it. Sometimes, she even changes her voice to sound more masculine.

Diego was very, very easy. The first two words that popped into my head when I met him were "horny bastard" and the feeling still sticks, which translates into him being pan. Girl? Boy? Neither? Both? Doesn't matter. He's single and desperate to mingle.

Jae was gay to me for a long time, but then when I created Quinn ( @pixiefreakquinn ) he was the only one I could see her having chemistry with. This was a very annoying little dilemma for a while, but in the end, he became very similar to myself, only inverted: he's bi, but he's way more into guys than girls. He's so much more into guys that it could be easy to mistake him for gay, and even he sometimes thinks he might be, but then there's a certain girl that he ends up being into and he's bi again.

Badeea struck me as someone that would be interesting to make gay, but as much as that could have been fun, I can't see her that way. Perhaps like Barnaby she gave it a chance, and it didn't work out. She likes guys, but she's comfortable in her sexuality and is able to recognize when a girl is attractive without worrying someone will think she's gay. She's someone who doesn't care what people think of her.

Liz is my aroace out of them all. She strikes me as someone who faked having crushes on boys to try and fit in, even though she never liked any of them. She wondered if maybe she was a lesbian, but she never had any crushes on any girls either. As she got older she cared less and less on why she never liked anyone like that and eventually she forgot attraction was supposed to be a thing she experienced. She's that cool aunt that brings weird gifts and tells stories from her various "vacations".

Orion feels pretty straight to me. Again, he's someone who could have been interesting to make gay, but he doesn't feel like he could be. He's an ally, and has been even before he really knew what gay meant. In his first years on the Quidditch team, one on the older kids was gay and when they got picked on for it, Orion defended them without hesitation, because his team is his family. He could figure out what gay was later.

Skye was going to be straight until I ended up shipping her with Penny despite hating her. However, I also love the idea of Penny having a huge crush but Skye just doesn't feel that way. So like Tulip, she's different in different universes. In some, she's a lesbian and with Penny, and in some, she's straight and stomps on Penny's heart.

Murphy I feel is bi. I love the idea of him and male Rowan pining for each other and being oblivious, but I can also see him with a girl. At first, he tried to ignore his attraction to boys because that would just be another way he would be different, but after he became the commentator and made some good friends his confidence grew and he stopped trying to fit in.

Erika is lesbian to me, though that might have been influenced partly from me thinking "yeah she could step on me". I tried to give her being straight a chance, but the big strong sports lesbian idea appealed to me way too much. Plus, it fits with her whole attitude of "defy me and get destroyed". Maybe that's why she and Andre end up being friends even if they're on different Quidditch teams - they recognized the gay in each other subconsciously.

And very quickly, my mcs:

Gracie Chiva: bi

Tessa Chiva: straight

Sarah Etsysa: lesbian

Oliver Adams: pan

Liam Disteel: straight

Quinn: bicurious, ends up straight

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goldenhydreigon47 · 4 years ago

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Y'know, I'm bored. May as well talk about the OCs I have for Rebel Hearts.

Aight so context: Rebel Hearts is based on the Terraria Calamity mod and is set after the Supreme Calamitas fight (Henceforth, I shall refer to Calamitas as Cal, Catastrophe as Cat, and Devourer of Gods as Dev. Why? Because that's what they prefer to be called in the story) but before the Yharim fight. Why? Well, simple: The Yharim and Draedon fights aren't in the game yet.

Please note, the only characters original to Calamity mod involved in this story are Cal, Cat, Cataclysm (the youngest of the siblings of themself, Cal, and Cat. I'll make another post about these three and Dev since I like all four of them so much), Dev, Xeroc, Noxus, Ignalius, Providence, Yharim, Yharon, and Draedon. Everyone else is a fully original character. So, uh, yeah. Here we go!

First up is the main character: Mariko Yamamoto (he/him or they/them pronouns). He's half human and half demon and boyfriends with Cataclysm in the story. Mariko's in the Mage class but specializes particularly in ice magic. His father, who was a thief and murderer who also did quite atrocious things I don't feel comfortable mentioning on here, was killed in front of Mariko when he was only 5 years old. His mother, depressed at the loss of her husband, tragically took her own life a few weeks later. Mariko was trained in combat, education, and life skills by his brother, Kronus, until Mariko was 16. A few weeks later, Yharim came along, bringing a then brainwashed Dev and Cal with him, and demolished Mariko's entire hometown, his brother sacrificing himself to save his life. Mariko, determined to save people, guided everyone to the exits while warding off Cal, who was less aggressive seeing how noble and polite Mariko was. Afterwards, Mariko literally dies from exhaustion, but is revived by Xeroc, who mentioned that his brother's dying wish was to, "Keep Mariko safe," or something along those lines and gives Mariko temporary immortality. Three years and three hundred and sixty deaths later, he defeats Cal and her brothers, but spares their lives, knowing that they don't want to live under Yharim. Months later (and additional fifty deaths, one of which caused by a backstab from Mariko's ex-ally Necro. Also, Mariko is 20 by now), Mariko is kidnapped by Yharim and tortured, causing him to die ten more times. However, as he was chained up, Mariko saw remorse in Cal's eyes, and decided to free her himself since her brothers had escaped already. Three months later, he encounters an escaping Cal and Dev and togther, with Cal's brothers, they form an alliance to defeat Yharim, with others joining later on. Speaking of which...

Akira Tadashi (they/them) is the next major OC to join Mariko's alliance. They were a vigilante Rogue class after Yharim burned down their hometown with Yharon when Akira was 15. This, along with constant abuse from his father because of Akira's feminine looks, caused immense trauma and PTSD for Akira. As a vigilante, they sometimes encountered and helped Mariko, with Akira never saying their actual name to Mariko. Upon encountering Mariko, Cal, Cat, Cataclysm, and Dev, Mariko and Akira have a friendly duel to test each other's strength and, after Mariko wins, Akira quickly joins them in their quest to eliminate Yharim (they are 19 during the story).

Next is Josephine Joachim (she/her), or Jojo as she prefers. Raised in the village of Erupis, she is from a long line of Summoners and gained her Stardust Guardian, which she dubbed 「Guns and Roses」 (yes, this is the character most of the Jojo's Bizarre Adventure references are going to) after an encounter with Yharim when she was 14 (she's 18 in the story). Upon meeting Mariko and Cal, she offers to take the team to her hometown but tragedy strikes as her mother is killed in front of her by Draedon and his new assistant, Sunork (keep that name in mind when I give the villains analysis later this week 😉). As she watched her mother die in her arms, she realized her true purpose: Defeat Yharim and free those trembling in fear from his tyranny.

Also, Yhagrim (he/him). Labelled as the "Hermit of the Mountains," most details about him are unknown minus his age (he's 27). After being discovered by Mariko, Yhagrim explains that, in fact, he is the youngest of the sibling trio of himself, Ignalius, and Yharim (Yharim is also related to Mariko but we'll get to that in the villain info). Upon their village trying to kill Yharim for trying to obtain power with dirty deeds, Yharim goes mental and destroys the village, including killing Ignalius. When he saw his brother, Yhagrim noticed Yharim stole the dragon egg that he was given by his parents at age 13 (this egg hatches to become Yharon). Yharim then quickly takes over a majority of the world and banished Yhagrim, erasing his name from all records as well as any info about him. When asked if he wanted to join Mariko's squad, Yhagrim initially declines, but joins after hearing about some of what Yharim did to his subjects (trust me it isn't pretty. Btw, Yhagrim's Joining arc isn't complete yet but it goes DEEPLY in depth into Yharim's childhood and family life. This is just a summary). Being an expert at Melee class attacks, Yhagrim can dual wield two of the Melee's best weapons: Nanoblack Reaper and Triactis' True Paladinian Mage Hammer of Might, so don't cross him.

And finally for the main cast out of the OCs I made, Drakonis Tremaine (she/her or they/them). While this Ranger class hasn't joined Mariko's group yet, her arc is after Yhagrim's so its very soon (she even forms a love relationship with Jojo). However, I wanted to mention her here because, what the hell, I mentioned everyone else, may as well talk about her. She is notably the edgiest and angriest of the group (only getting slightly less edgy during the story might I add) and is very reckless. How this came to be? Well, as a child, she grew up around a very conservative community she didn't really care for, despite how rich her parents were. This hatred only grew as she slowly started to become more comfortable with saying she was trans feminine and lesbian. However, upon coming out to her parents, they screamed at her and abused her for several months because bastards. If that wasn't enough, because her parents were high standing citizens in her city, many of the other bigots living there harassed, bullied, and even attacked her with intent to kill. All she wanted was to be accepted and validated, which she would later gain upon meeting Mariko's group, but her idiotic community wouldn't give her the acceptance or validity she needed (this entire bigoted community thing is based on my experience as a bisexual in the highly conservative state of Kentucky. I am not okay. Send help). So, eventually, her bottled up sadness, pain, and rage erupted and she genocided everyone in her town. This temper and dark side of her was sought out by mega bastard Yharim. However, Drakonis now lived by the ideal of, "Trust nobody, not even yourself, unless your desperate," so she outright refused to join Yharim, shooting him in the arm and nearly killing him, but he escaped because of Draedon's teleportation device. Many years later (she's 18 by now), she encounters Mariko and Cal, who offer her a spot on the team. With an annoyed and sarcastic tone, she again refuses, but some midnight talks with Jojo while the group is in Erupis and another major event that takes place during Drakonis' arc force her hand causing her to join.

Main Character OC Infodump completed. Infodump on Cal, her brothers, and Dev is next, then an infodump on the villains.

Hope you enjoyed this and I'll post excerpts from the story (currently in Yhagrim's arc) soon to show what happens during each arc (which range from two to twenty five sections). : )

#terraria calamity #writing #original character

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dawninlatin · 5 years ago

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Queen of Peace, Chapter 1

A manorian high school AU

Words: 1688

Warnings: This chapter contains mentions of both physical and psychological abuse.

AO3 Link: Click here

Summary: Manon Blackbeak is flawless, untouchable. From the outside at least. Her grandmother pushes her to achieve greatness, and she doesn't let anyone get too close in fear of being hurt. How can anyone love her when not even her parents could?

Dorian Havilliard has always felt safe and confident around his friends. He might not have the greatest of families, but with Aelin and Chaol by his side, nothing can go wrong. That is until he tries keeping his greatest secret from them.

What will happen when Dorian and Manon gets to know one another? Can two lost souls find their way back together?

And we climbed onto the roof of the museum

And someone made love in the grass

And I forgot my name

And the way back to my mother’s house

-Florence + The Machine, South London Forever

Dorian Havilliard had never been happier to be with his friends. He was currently standing in Aedion Ashryver’s kitchen, drinking a beer and chatting with Chaol. The final third of their trio was busy sucking face with Rowan Whitethorn.

A lot has changed while I was away, he thought.

While his friends had been here - going to parties, hooking up with people, making memories - Dorian had been stuck at his family’s summer house, 700 miles away.

He knew he shouldn’t complain, it was a nice house - with a pool and everything - but if he had to take another day of his mother being wine drunk by 3pm, his little brother’s tantrums or his father’s extremely racist, sexist and homophobic comments he would go crazy.

Of course, not everything about his summer had been bad, but he didn’t want to think about that now.

Instead, Dorian leaned back and took another sip of his beer, enjoying the fact that he was back. «I am not drunk enough to watch this,» he said to Chaol, nodding towards Aelin and Rowan, the former now licking - actually licking - the latter’s neck.

«I know, gross right?» Chaol said, mimicking himself throwing up and earning a chuckle from Dorian in the process.

«When did this even happen?» he asked. Last time Dorian had checked, Aelin hated Rowan. Thinking back on how she always complained about the star quarterback being an annoying pain in her ass with his alpha-male bullshit, Dorian couldn’t quite fathom the sight before him.

Chaol looked towards them again with a disgusted look on his face. «No idea, I think they hooked up over the summer,» he replied, turning towards Dorian. «How about you? Met any cute girls?» Chaol wiggled his eyebrows for emphasis.

«Ehm..no,» Dorian replied quickly, finishing his drink.

Liar, he said to himself. He had hooked up with someone. Had even been in a relationship, brief as it was. That relationship had been the only good thing about his summer, the only thing making it bearable. Yet he couldn’t get himself to tell his friends about it. He couldn’t get himself to utter the words:

You know what? I did hook up with someone over the summer. His name was Vaughan and he looked like a god. Oh, I’m bisexual by the way.

Dorian had known for a few years now, but he still hadn’t come out to his friends. It shouldn’t have been this hard - he was living in 2019 after all - and they had been a trio for as long as he could remember. Dorian knew they would support him no matter what, but he couldn’t get himself to say it.

His spiraling train of thought was thankfully interrupted when Aelin finally came strolling into the kitchen.

«What’s up, losers,» Aelin announced, hopping onto the counter. She tried giving them her usual smirk, but all snark and bravado was replaced by blushing cheeks and a huge grin.

Chaol handed her a drink, before saying: «Who are you and what have you done to our Aelin? I can literally see hearts in your eyes.»

Dorian expected some sassy comeback, but she just giggled, looking towards the backyard where her boyfriend stood, talking to his friends.

Oh yes, things had definitely changed over the summer.

«I’m in love,» she declared, flinging her arms out and nearly hitting Dorian in the chest. «You should try it sometime,» Aelin continued, winking at Chaol.

There is the Aelin we know and love, Dorian thought.

She turned her gaze from Chaol to Dorian, giving him a once over.

«You,» she said - pointing at Dorian - «got hot over the summer.»

He felt a blush spread over his face at her words. He guessed he had changed a little over the summer. He had grown a few inches, let his hair get a little longer - the raven black curls almost falling to his eyes now - and put on a couple pounds of muscle. His mind wandered back to Vaughan and how he had shown exactly how hot he thought Dorian was.

He tried to change the subject over to something else, and said the first thing that came to mind: «I can’t believe we’ll all be seniors from tomorrow on.»

Both of his friends looked at him then. «I know!» Aelin said. «But I’ve got a feeling this year is going to be great.»

She threw her arms around their shoulders, before exclaiming: «I’ve got my boys with me after all. What could go wrong?»

And as his best friend grinned at him - the feeling of summer and freedom still lingering, music playing long into the night - Dorian couldn’t help but grin back, letting all worries and secrets fade away.

For now, at least.

Manon Blackbeak was sitting in her room, reading Animal Farm. The semester didn’t start until tomorrow, but the curriculum was always published a few days ahead, and her grades wouldn’t suffer from coming to class prepared. Her grandmother would only accept the best, after all.

She put away the book as she heard something rustle inside her closet. Seconds later Abraxos emerged, his head stuck inside a t-shirt. Manon sighed at the sight of the little black cat, but stepped over to help him.

Once she had freed him, she was awarded with a loud purr, his head pushing against her thigh. Manon rolled her eyes at his antics. «You stupid worm,» she mumbled, but gave in and stroked him behind his ears.

«It’s getting late,» she said to her companion. «We should head to bed, so we’re well rested for tomorrow.»

As if he understood what she was saying, Abraxos hopped onto her bed and laid down on his usual spot, right next to her pillow.

Manon turned off the lights before laying down next to him.

I will be a senior from tomorrow on, she thought.

Her summer had been rather uneventful, as usual. They never went anywhere, never did anything. Manon’s grandmother was always very busy, so she only had her cousin Asterin for company - whenever she was home, that was.

Manon spent her summers waiting for school to begin again, getting the time to pass by reading herself up on various subjects, always working to maintain her perfect GPA.

Only the best will do. Her grandmother’s words echoed in her mind. You don’t want to end up like your mother, do you?

Manon had never met her mother - since she had died right after Manon was born - but her grandmother liked to remind her of how big of a failure the woman was, having dropped out of college after being knocked up by Manon’s father.

She had never met her father either. Apparently the man was a drunken nobody, wanting nothing to do with his daughter.

Her parents wasn’t something she thought about often, but once again she heard her grandmother’s words. You will do better. Be better. Understand?

Manon’s summer hadn’t only consisted of tedious schoolwork, she had also spent countless hours at the dance studio, practicing new moves.

Dancing was her one great passion. She loved closing her eyes and getting lost in the music, her body moving to the rhythm on its own accord. On the good days, dancing felt like flying.

That was the other reason to why she was looking forward to school starting again. She hadn’t danced with her team in months. They called themselves the Thirteen, and she was their captain. As soon the semester started they could get back to practicing, working towards their goal of beating Iskra Yellowlegs and her team’s ass.

As she closed her eyes, ready to drift off to sleep, her mind wandered to Asterin. Manon hadn’t seen her cousin all evening, so she came to the conclusion that she had most likely snuck out to go to some end-of-summer party. It wouldn’t be the first time.

As if on cue, someone knocked quietly on her window.

«Speaking of the devil,» Manon said to no one in particular as she got out of bed, walked over to the window and opened it, only to find Asterin standing outside.

The girl looked wild, wearing her usual leather jacket, wavy, blonde hair hanging loose, make-up smudged around her eyes.

«Move your ass and let me in,» was her cousin’s only greeting as she stealthily climbed inside, barely making any noise.

Manon chose to ignore her and crawled back into bed. Asterin followed, shoving Abraxos out of the way and laying down next to Manon.

The cat gave Asterin an offended look before running inside the closet again.

«How drunk are you?» Manon asked her cousin, trying to ignore the stench of alcohol.

This was going to be a long night, she thought.

Asterin turned to lay on her back. «Not too drunk, I can walk in a straight line,» she said, turning her face towards Manon’s and wiggling her eyebrows.

Manon wasn’t too sure about that, noticing the slur in her voice. All of a sudden, Asterin started to giggle.

«What’s so funny?» Manon asked, not bothering to hide the annoyance in her voice.

Asterin didn’t seem to care that her cousin would much rather sleep as she answered: «I’m just happy about life I guess. I have a boyfriend now.» She giggled some more, drawing out the syllables in boyfriend.

Asterin kept going, «His name is Hunter, and he’s perfect.»

So that’s why she’s been out so much lately, Manon mused to herself.

She went quiet after that, probably asleep already. Manon turned to lay on her side, -facing away from her drunk cousin - when Asterin spoke again. Her voice was quiet and surprisingly sober this time. «You didn’t tell her, right? That I was out, I mean. You know how angry she can get.»

Yes, Manon knew first hand how angry their grandmother could get, the small, white mark she bore on her left cheek proof of that.

A/N: If you finished it all, congratulations!

I never thought I would write a multichapter fic, but I got the idea for this and was unable to put it away, so here it is!

I have the full story plotted out already (although it is a mess), but don't know how often I will have the inspiration to write the chapters and post them. I don't want to make a posting schedule either because consistency is definitely not my middle name.

I just have to say that writing Manon is extremely difficult. She is one complex character. But I am trying my best, and decided to write her like I think she would be, had she been a human teenager.

Also, if it seems like the writer of this fic has never stepped foot inside an American high school, you're correct. I'm just a simple Norwegian trying my best.

Feel free to leave a comment:) Constructive criticism is always welcomed, as I am working towards improving as a writer.

Peace&Love -Dawninlatin

#throne of glass #sarah j maas #manorian #manon x dorian #manorian fanfiction #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #throne of glass fanfiction #sorry for the mess that this is #also we stan abraxos as one fluffy kitten #dawninlatin QoP

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imaginesforyourfandom · 5 years ago

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Loving Her: Alex Morgan - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Welcome to the Roster

Alex POV:

I climbed out my car as I headed towards the front door of Ash and Ali’s place. I walked in without knocking and headed towards the kitchen where I saw them sitting with some of the other pride girls. I gave them all a smile as I placed my bag down and sat down in the chair. I glanced at my phone and then looked up at them.

“How is the planning going?” I asked looking to Ali who was organizing stuff for Syd’s baby shower. She grinned at me moving some stuff around the table.

“It is going so well. I am pretty much done.” She said looking around at everything and putting her hands together. Ashlyn gave her a smile while she played with Logan.

“Why do you look so down?” she asked looking to me. I shrugged my shoulders as I looked at some of the stuff that Ali had laid out on the table.

“Oh, by the way, Kelley said to tell you that (Y/N) made the roster. She found out a few days ago.” Ashlyn said. I did my best not to react, but I couldn’t hide the smile that crossed my face at the mention of (Y/N). “Yeah I thought that would brighten your day a little”

“I don’t care. I think it’s great that she made the roster. She’s incredibly talented and we need her on the team.” I said glaring at Ash.

“Alex” Ali said giving me a knowing look as Dani, Alanna, and some of the other girls laughed. I shook my head but continued smiling as I typed out a congratulations to (Y/N). So, maybe I did have a little crush on my fellow forward. It was tiny and it really didn’t matter that much.

“More like you need her to..”

“Ash!” Ali said giving her a look as Ash just smiled. By this point, Alanna was practically on the ground laughing. I shook my head as I leaned back in my seat. “You do know it’s okay to say you like her, right?”

“I don’t like her like that.” I said which caused me to get looks from everyone in the room. I sighed and put my head in my hands. “Okay so maybe I have a small crush.”

“A small crush?” Alanna asked crossing her arms at me. “I’ve seen you two interact. It’s more like an old married couple.”

“The only people who don’t know you guys like each other is you guys.” Ash said as she looked at her phone and then looked at me. She gave me a small smile. “I don’t understand why one of you just doesn’t ask the other out.”

“It’s not that easy. How can you even be sure that she would like me like that?”

“Besides the fact that she follows you around like a lost puppy? She looks at you the same way I look at Ali or the way Pinoe looks at Sue, Julie and Zach, Christen and Tobin. She looks at you like you put the goddamn stars in the sky. It’s okay to like her. No one is going to judge you for liking her. She’s hot and she wants to be around you. What more could you ask for?”

“She also told Christen, Becky, and Julie that she has a huge crush on you.” Ali said shrugging her shoulders as she gave me a smile. I stared at her with shock on my face.

“And you all just forgot to tell me?” I said looking around at all of them. Ali gave me a somewhat guilty look while Ash just shrugged her shoulders.

“You all have so much drama on your team….its amazing that you find time to train.” Alanna said as she snacked on some chips.

“All families fight.” Ash said shrugging her shoulders. I nodded my head as I started thinking about all this new information that I have gotten from them. The fact that it isn’t even a maybe that (Y/N) likes me anymore has given me a lot to think about. I felt a little giddy at the idea that she liked me back, but I had a lot to think about before I made any decisions.

(Y/N) POV Switch

I groaned as the banging on my door continued. I stood up from where I was laying on the couch and opened the door to see Christen and Kelley both grinning at me. I groaned and turned back walking towards my couch.

“You know for someone who just made their first World Cup roster you are such a downer” Kelley said as she came in and dropped into one of my living room chairs. I mocked her a little before finding the comfortable spot on my couch again.

“I’m tired.” I mumbled snuggling into my pillow. Christen chuckled as she set down the coffee, she had brought me onto the table next to me. “I don’t like morning workouts. I like sleep.”

“If you want to be the best, you got to train like the best.” Kelley said giving me a smile.

“Okay Carli”

“Do not even.” Kelley said mocking offense. “I am nowhere near the level that is Carli Lloyd.”

“I don’t think there is anyone quite like Carli” Christen said with a slight chuckle. “Aren’t you happy you made the roster?”

“Yeah, I am happy. I sort of knew like two months ago that I was pretty much going.” I said sitting up and picking up the coffee and taking a sip. “God that’s delicious.”

“What do you mean you knew months ago?” Kelley asked giving me an annoyed look.

“Kelley, I’ve started almost every game since like the beginning of last year.” I said shrugging my shoulders. “Not to be arrogant, but I think I have a solid starting spot.”

“Must be nice” Christen said as I turned to her giving her a small pout.

“Sorry” she shook her head at me as I looked to my phone seeing a congratulations text from Alex. I smiled at it and sent her back a thank you.

“Is that Alex?” Kelley asked giving me a teasing smile. I shook my head as I turned towards the defender. “I told Ash to tell her you made the roster. Though, I was wondering why you didn’t just tell her considering you guys talk all the time...”

“She isn’t going to care if I make the roster” I mumbled causing both girls to scoff at me.

“Okay that’s bullshit considering that you guys are like in love with each other.” Kelley said giving me a look. I scrunched up my face at her and turned towards christen who shrugged her shoulders.

“She is not in love with me.” I said rolling my eyes at her statement.

“But you’re in love with her?” Christen asked though it sounded more like she was stating a fact.

“Maybe…I don’t know. I have had a long time to come to terms with my feelings for her and come to terms with the fact that she would never feel the same.”

“Wait…hang on I was just messing around about the crush, but like you’re genuinely in love with her?” Kelley said with shock all over her face. I gave her a look with disbelief as Christen let out a laugh.

“How could I not be?” I threw my hands up in the air. “Have you met her? She’s perfect. She’s extremely talented and funny and beautiful. Oh my god she is so beautiful. One of the most caring people I have ever met.”

“Oh, you have it bad…” Christen gave me a sympathetic look. “Why don’t you just talk to her about it?”

“Not an option. I like the friendship I have with her and I don’t want to ruin that.”

“You guys act like a couple without all the fun stuff. Like, being around each other and being overly affectionate. You talk all the time. Don’t think I don’t know that she’s the one you facetime after games. The only thing you don’t do is kiss…and you know the other fun stuff.”

I blushed at the thought of kissing Alex. This was the problem being anywhere near Alex usually got me flustered. I couldn’t help the fact that my heart sped up every time we were near each other. I got lost in my thoughts thinking about what it would be like to kiss her when a pillow hit my head. I looked up at Kelley who had a giant smile on her face.

“You’re thinking about it, now right?” I shook my head as I stood up and headed towards my kitchen looking for a snack. I grabbed some lifesaver gummies that I got from the movies before coming back into the room. “I don’t get it. You like her and here we are telling you that she is just as into you…”

“Kelley, I’ve done this before. I’ve done the back and forth with someone I care deeply for before. I ended up with my heart broken. It sucked and I don’t want to do it again. I am going to just jump head first if I have no reassurance that she’s going to feel the same.”

“She likes you. The only people who don’t know about how you guys feel are you guys” Christen said as I shook my head.

“She doesn’t. Last time I checked; she was straight.” I said giving them both looks. “Are you guys forgetting that she used to have a whole ass husband? Why would I put myself through the pain of trying to date a straight girl?”

“People can be Bisexual (Y/N)!” Kelley said as I turned towards her giving her an annoyed look. “I mean everyone is a little gay these days! It just happens that Alex is a little gay for you…”

I sighed in frustration running my hands over my face. I was over this whole conversation. I didn’t want to be given hope that she would feel the same for me, but the thought was nice. The idea that she could ever feel anything more than friendly feelings for me was intoxicating in itself.

“Look, this is what I know, you came on to this team at the worst time of Alex’s life. It genuinely felt like nobody could get through to her. I mean I’m not entirely sure how you’re supposed to react when you lose the Olympics and then find out that your husband is cheating right after you moved your entire life for him, but you know what? You did. You got through to her. It wasn’t me or Tobin or Allie or any of us that was able to bring the smile back to her face. It wasn’t us who motivated her to keep going. I know you don’t believe it because it seems like some faraway dream, but you are perfect for her. You are what she needs.” I felt my eyes well up as I shook my head trying to shake off the emotions.

“Stop…you’re going to make me cry” I said running my fingers through my hair. “I was there for her because I cared, not because I had any ulterior motive.”

“Which is exactly why you’re perfect for her. You don’t pay attention to US Soccer Star Alex Morgan. You pay attention to Alex.” Christen said as she gave me a soft smile. I nodded my head at the statement because it was true. I have never cared for her image or how famous she is. I only care about her.

“Can we just drop this for now? I need to think” I said as both girls nodded. “Also, nice speech Kel, really got me in my feels”

“No problem. I can be sensitive. Just know that if you were to go for it, literally the entire team wants you to be together so…”

I nodded my head with a slight laugh. “Good to know”

“Have you started packing yet?” Christen asked as she adjusted her sitting position.

“Nope” I replied chuckling when Kelley also shook her head. She gave both of us looks which caused us to shrug our shoulders.

“Are you going to start anytime soon?”

“Probably not. I’ll probably wait until the day before I leave. I pack best when I am stressed out about it.”

“Psychopath…” she mumbled as I grinned at the forward.

“When does the roster get announced? Do we have a date for that?”

“Becky said that they were going to release it on May 1st. That’s in like a week. We have to be in camp in like 3 days though.”

“I have to keep this secret for a week!” Kelley joked as I laughed.

“Camp should be fun. So, do we know who didn’t make the roster?”

“McCall. Casey. Moe didn’t, but I don’t know if she was really in contention. Ali made the roster which is amazing. Sonnett and all of them made roster as well which is great.”

“Yeah no I knew about Sonnett and them. Tierna made the roster which made me really happy.” I said as I finished my coffee.

“Yeah that was a really good choice in my opinion.” Kelley said as I nodded my head.

“It’s going to be interesting…” Christen said as I nodded my head.

I was thinking about the roster which made me think about cam which soon brought back thoughts about Alex. Hearing from them that they were sure that Alex felt the same made me feel a little giddy. I want to be with her, and I wouldn’t mind making the first move, but I don’t want to make the first move without knowing that she feels the same as me. I have a lot to think about.

To be Continued…

A/N: She is here y’all! I finally decided to write the story. I don’t know when the next update will be, but I am going to be working on it!

#Alex Morgan #alex morgan imagine #alex morgan imagines #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt #ashlyn harris #ashlyn harris imagine #ashlyin harris imagines #ali krieger imagine #ali krieger imagines #ali krieger #christen press #christen press imagine #christen press imagines #kelley o'hara #kelley o'hara imagine #kelley o'hara imagines

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jasonpng · 5 years ago

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[ jeon jungkook. / male. / he/his. ] i heard han jaesung is going into business with their friends, but the twenty-five year old can’t go wrong with nine other people helping, right? they’re a former sous chef, but will be a chef at joliet bed & breakfast! their insensitive yet dependable personality is pretty fitting for that, i guess. the sight of them gives me the vibe of midnight drive-ins, humming to yourself as you work, a breeze ruffling through a clothesline and that one clip of a deflated dancing pikachu getting hauled off stage, and seeing that running across the sand is pretty sweet.

fabric softener, that one clip of a deflating dancing pikachu getting hauled off-stage, curling up in freshly warmed sheets, sizzling plates, the slow drag of a bow over a violin, bus rides with your head leaned against the window, earphones at full blast, midnight drive-ins, humming to yourself as you work, singing when you think you're alone, the beach at sunrise, a breeze ruffling through a clothesline

hi i’m miki and i’m excited 2 b here!!! this is m’boy jason (or jae, or jaesung) and he’s fairly new SO!!!! smash that like and i’ll come to u for plotting!

the stats

full name: jaesung “jason” han nicknames: jae, jayjay, jason, son, han solo age: 25 birthday: december 12 languages: english, korean, minimal japanese education: institute of culinary education graduate occupation: chef at joliet bed and breakfast, part-time food blogger hobbies: violin, eating, sleeping, collecting rock records, sketching mbti: entp blood type: b+ zodiac: sagittarius hogwarts house: gryffindor alignment: chaotic ANNOYING! sexuality: bisexual drinking, smoking, drugs: yes, yes, only marijuana faceclaim: jeon jungkook likes: rock music, classical music, herbal tea, garlic bread, any food in general, freshly washed sheets, dogs, astronomy, raccoons, coin laundries, anything vintage, horror films and documentaries, fiction books, wildlife, his motorcycle anubis (a super sexy harley davidson…he’s got that bad boy aesthetic going on but he is FAR from being one), his lil hamster bonnie dislikes: birds, horror films, anything scary, bitchy customers, stale coffee, fizzy drinks, people who are rude to service staff, cats (the film), spiders, korea’s educational system, the loch ness monster, soy milk

the biography

—o1. jason grew up in a modern korean household in maryland; his parents are more open-minded than the traditional korean family, so there’s really no dramatic backstory to write. he’s the eldest of three siblings, and they’re pretty much a tight-knit family. while he was encompassed by a totally western environment, his family never failed to remind them of their roots; they would travel to korea every summer to visit his grandparents in seoul.

—o2. as a child, jason’s favourite past-time was watching his parents cook. his father is a renowned celebrity chef of a five-star restaurant in la, and his mother was the owner of a quaint bakery in ocean city. soon enough, his father was teaching him the basics of cooking. he was a natural, and by high school, he was on his way into becoming a chef like his father. the path to his dream career had been an easy one; his parents were well-known, and through family connections, jason earned himself a spot in one of the best culinary schools in the world: the institute of culinary education.

—o3. wherever jason went, he was overshadowed by the family name. he loved his parents, he really did, but being the son of joowon han came with a privilege, of sorts. a privilege that he hated. people were convinced that jason only managed to get in ICE was because of his family background. he’d often hear whispers from peers; he was often criticised for depending on his parents—which was true, in a sense. jason didn’t have to worry about anything. while his fellow classmates were worrying over their career paths, he had a sous chef position waiting for him at his father’s restaurant right after graduation.

—o4. being the youngest sous chef in a five-star restaurant was difficult. twenty-one year olds weren’t taken seriously in the kitchen. especially not the head chef’s son, who was fresh out of culinary school and looked so out of place, with his dark leather jacket and ripped jeans. jason struggled the first few months; while the people were cordial around his father, he had to endure passive-aggressive comments about his privilege behind the scenes. jason wanted to make a name for himself; he didn’t want to be reduced to a celebrity chef’s son who just got lucky. so he worked—he worked and worked and worked until the jealous muttering stopped and he gained the respect of his subordinates.

—o5. after three years into working with his father, the enthusiasm ebbed and jason felt nothing but dissatisfaction. he didn’t want this—he didn’t want to be clinging on to his father for support his entire life. fearing that his passion for cooking will wither if he kept on working at the restaurant, he quit and moved back to maryland, getting a place for himself and eager to learn to stand on his own two feet.

in-depth

—a natural-born leader: working as a sous chef enabled jason to have a great command of handling a team. at first, he had been meek, but through determination and his sheer drive to prove the negative people in his life wrong, he was able to cultivate himself into a good leader. in the kitchen, jason is totally in his element, oozing with confidence and assertiveness.

—the dependable one: jason is organised and he’s the type of person who you can rely on for help. he prioritises his friends and family over anything else. need someone to drive you home? jason’s the guy for you. suffering from a bad hangover? he’s got the perfect hangover shake. you lost your house keys and need a place to stay? jason’s got an extra room in his apartment ready. jason is always making sure his friends are well cared for. and probably also giving them lectures whenever they make questionable choices.

—this bitch is impulsive: as much as jason has his shit together, jason can be impulsive—you might catch him splurging on the new yeezy shoes, or planning a spontaneous, overpriced trip to the bahamas. he likes having fun, and sometimes, that energy gets him into tricky situations. he really likes spending money, and unfortunately, his parents never taught him the important value of thriftiness.

—sometimes he can be harsh: jason had been pampered all throughout his life, and sometimes he disregards other people’s feelings because he is simply oblivious—brutal honesty is a double-edged sword. it takes a lot to piss him off, because he’s rather good at handling his emotions, but when you successfully do, it’s not a pretty sight. he tends to say things he doesn’t mean in the heat of the moment. in addition, jason tends to hold grudges; if someone has done him wrong, you bet your ass he’ll never look at you the same way ever again.

+: energetic, headstrong, intuitive, protective

-: argumentative, insensitive, over-analytical, rash

miscellaneous

— drives around town with his bike! he has a car but it’s parked in his childhood home… he doesn’t really use it that much unless he needs to go out of the state or something

— has a white lil pet hamster named bonnie...she is his CHILD!!!!!! — he has a food blog that he constantly updates for fun; his following is steadily going up... amazin....

— has always been an artsy kid... if he didn’t like cooking so much he would’ve pursued a career in art — always seems to be snacking on something? raw carrots in particular...... — he is also a gym rat! he eats a damn lot, so he’s gotta burn those calories, right? he usually jogs early in the morning and goes to the gym after work — he’s played the violin ever since he was a child! he wants to learn how to play the guitar but he keeps on procrastinating

the wanted connections (if any of these interest you, hit me up! some are more detailed than others but all of them are open to modifications tbh, we can develop them however we want :) feel free to choose multiple plots..,.,. go crazy)

— vibe check. - sometimes, he forgets to take care of himself and this person!!!! is his mom friend, the terry to his jake peralta, the person he can count on when he’s crossfaded in the middle of nowhere at 3 in the morning. (ivy)

— bff. - the ride or die. the one person jason would literally murder for. he loves them and considers them as his family. they are 100% with each other and? both are probably equally chaotic sfjldsdjfhsdlk (minnie)

— the squad. - i really love the idea of jason having three close friends! i can see them going on spontaneous trips and doing really, really dumb shit in general dsjfls (1/3) — the roommate. - PLS! he needs a roommate...imagine the domesticity i’m WEAK (minki)

— buzzfeed unsolved. - jason believes in the supernatural. this person doesn’t. jason spends a lot of his free time trying to convince this person that ghosts are, in fact, real, often taking them to ‘haunted’ places and attempting to summon spirits through his ouija board. (minnie)

— i’m baby. - basically, jason dotes on this person like a mama bird. he cooks them meals, drives them to places and always keeps an eye out for them. — the confidant. - the person he could say he truly trusts the most; while jason is generally sociable, he finds it hard to open up to people, preferring to be the confidant than to confide in his friends. they’re the first person he runs to when he’s upset or stressed. (sienna)

— friends. - open to multiple of all types (fellow foodie, gym buddies, unlikely, one-sided, frenemies, neighbors, etc.)

— flings, hookups, fwbs. - open to multiple. (can be messy, can be casual)

— exes. - jason has lived in ocean city all his life, so anything is possible! they could’ve been at the same high school, maybe they broke up because jason moved to new york and the relationship fizzled out, they could be on good terms or bad terms………GIVE ‘EM TO ME (sienna; exes on good terms with a tiny bit of unresolved feelings)

— the pianist. - this is a lil specific, but basically i imagine jason having participated in music competitions and performed in galas, and this person is their partner!! their other half!!! the nodame to his chiaki!!!! if ur muse can play the piano pls hmu this is just a really cute relationship that i cant stop thinkin about bc jason is a violin nerd (ivy)

— romance. - i’m a hoe for spicy plots! i don’t really want to give out anything specific, but some suggestions aaaare: opposites, exes w/ feelings, one-sided love, skinny love, a love-hate relationship…..

feel free to go through my wanted connections tag for inspiration!

#joliet.intro #hhere we go #rock n roll buckaroo

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soloragoldsun · 4 years ago

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Pride Month Recommendations- Days 9-18

No, I didn’t forget this! I just haven’t had the strength to do long-ass posts of this nature. Hopefully, things will be better when I switch shifts at the end of the month.

Anyway, I’m going to go through my Steam Library for this list...

9. Angels with Scaly Wings by Radical Phi is a dating sim/mystery/sci-fi game where you can romance a dragon. As you can probably imagine, it is an ideal game for me. You are an ambassador from a dying Earth who has been sent through a portal to a world populated by sentient dragons. There, you uncover a series of murders and get close to certain dragons while trying to save their world and yours. The characters are very in-depth with largely tragic backstories. Get ready for some feels. Your character is referred to by they/them pronouns, leaving their gender open to your interpretation. You can develop a relationship with all five dragons, regardless. It’s a wonderful game with great worldbuilding and incredible characters!

10. Coming Out on Top by Obscurasoft is a game that I willingly purchased TWICE. The first time was when it was still in development, which I almost never do. Even when it was incomplete, I got an amazing experience from it! When I lost access to my old email and the game came out on Steam, I bought the completed version. The premise is simple in theory: You are a college senior who has just come out as gay, and can romance one of several guys over the course of the game. What makes this game stand out is the likeable characters, the zany settings you can find yourself in, and the hilarious dialogue! Each romance is unique, and even the non-romanceable side characters are memorable. It has good sex scenes, if that’s what you’re into, and you can even customize things like facial hair on your character and the bachelors. There are even mini-dates you can go on if you don’t feel like playing a whole route. This game has it all, and you can easily get several hours of gameplay out of it. I mean, did I mention that I willingly paid for it TWICE?

11. Dragon Age: Origins by Bioware was a gamechanger for me, literally, as it heightened my standards when it came to games in general. To this day, it remains on my top five list of greatest games of all time. You play as a character who eventually becomes a Grey Warden, whose purpose is to defeat creatures known as Darkspawn and stop a Blight that is descending upon your homeland. How you go about that fight, who you choose as allies, and your overall actions in the world are up to you. You can play out one of several backstories for your character, customize your class, and, of course, romance one of four characters. Two of the romanceable characters, Leliana and Zevran, are bisexual. In later games, you get even more romance options, but I feel that Origins is the best game overall. I could play it again and again, and have done so several times. Also, it’s on Steam, which means you can buy it and all DLCs without dealing with the annoying Origin platform.

12. Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator by Game Grumps has been talked about so much, I almost feel like I don’t need to. I will anyway. It’s a game where you play as a single dad who moves into an area that, conveniently, also has a bunch of single dads. As the title suggests, you get to date the dads you meet over the course of the game. This game is awesome because, among other aspects, it’s super inclusive. You can decide whether your dadsona is trans or not, whether your daughter is adopted, whether your previous spouse was a man or woman... The characters themselves are wonderfully-developed and three-dimensional. There are also many Dad Jokes. Also, Damian is best dad.

13. Gone Home by Fullbright is another game that is often talked about in LGBTQ circles. It’s an exploration game where you return home to an empty house and learn by going through different rooms, reading letters, and finding items, the story of your character’s family, particularly your sister. I love games that force you to explore and work for the whole storyline, because it feels so much more fulfilling when it all plays out. Gone Home does this brilliantly! I will say that it’s a short game for the price, so I’d recommend waiting for a sale.

14. Life is Strange by DONTNOD Entertainment is one of the greatest games I have ever played, period. I will never be able to say enough good things about it. You play as Max Caulfield, a photographer who has recently moved back to her hometown to attend the prestigious Blackwell Academy. There, she reunites with her estranged best friend, Chloe Price, falls into a mystery surrounding a missing student, and learns that she has the ability to rewind time. It’s a game where choices in the first episode will impact what happens in the fifth. All of the characters are memorable. You will absolutely fall in love with Arcadia Bay and get sucked into the mystery surrounding it. I played this game over the course of three days when I first bought it, because I just couldn’t stop. It remains one of the most emotional experiences I’ve ever had. As for LGBTQ aspects, both Max and Chloe are bisexual, and you can play Max as having feelings for Chloe and/or her friend Warren.

15. miraclr- Divine Dating Sim by Woodsy Studio is a fun little game about falling in love with an angel via group chat. Your character has been chosen to communicate with the seraphim (and Lucifer) concerning the implementation of the first miracle Earth has seen in ages. Most of the game involves chatting with the angels, deciding on a miracle, and entering private group chats to develop your relationship with the angels. You get to choose your pronouns, and Gabriel goes by they/them pronouns. I’ve only played one route, but it was pretty cute! The one annoying aspect is the fact that it’s modeled after a mobile game and sets chats for certain times. You can easily bypass that, however, by choosing to power through or rewind.

16. Nekojishi by Team Nekojishi is...a mixed bag, if I’m going to be honest. The likeability of the characters fluctuates a lot, and the True Ending had A LOT of issues for me. Still, I played the thing for nine whole hours! It’s a game about Liao, a college student and aspiring dancer whose third eye is suddenly opened, giving him the ability to see gods and spirits. Among these spirits are Guardian Tiger, a family guardian spirit who wants Liao to return to his family’s temple and use his abilities there, Clouded Leopard, who wants Liao to become a go-between for him and his worshipers, and Leopard Cat, who has possessed one of Liao’s classmates in order to convince him to create a temple for an earth god he’s connected to. Obviously, Liao isn’t so keen to abandon his own life in order to fulfill any of these wishes, but the spirits decide to remain by his side until he makes a choice. You can romance one or all of the characters, leading to different endings which, again, vary in quality. Still, the art and music are great, there are many tidbits on Taiwanese folklore, and it’s free! If you’re into gay beastmen and folklore, this is a good game to check out.

17. Night in the Woods by Infinite Fall is another game that played with my emotions. Like, it got so real, I needed to take frequent breaks during my first playthrough. You play as Mae Borowski, a college dropout returning to her hometown for reasons unknown to the player for most of the game. Falling into her former, aimless life, Mae reconnects with her friends while learning of the darker secrets of Possum Springs. Mae is pansexual, and two of her friends, Gregg and Angus, are in a relationship that is further explored if you choose to get closer to Gregg over the course of the game. This game delves into heavy subjects like depression, helplessness, the slow death of a town, and growing apart from the people you once knew.

18. I’m ending this list with a game everyone should know about: Stardew Valley by Concerned Ape. This is the peak of all farming simulation games! You play as a character who inherits a farm from their grandfather and moves there to escape their meaningless office job. Once there, you can develop your farm, fight monsters, explore, and befriend the townsfolk. Whether you play as a male or female, the romance options are all open. You can marry, have kids, and raise a family together. All of the characters have great events, but my favorite has to be my goth boi Sebastian.

Phew... Remind me not to let this go for nine days again. That took awhile... Anyway, I hope you find something you like. See you tomorrow!

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𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 here and do i have the tea for you . ariana is back on campus , which is surprising considering the threatening note i left them . yes , i know all about how despite outward appearances , her family isn’t as picture perfect as they may seem because of their pride . imagine the tabloids and how the malabanan family would feel for such information to come out , not to mention the reputation of delta because of their actions . at this rate , she is better off staying put in beverly hills , california and living off that $625m family net worth . what’s the point in studying applied economics and management with plans to take over her mother’s abandoned executive position at her family’s company , is it worth it with what i know ? anyways , they may want to continue to be genteel & cosmopolitan because the disingenuous & acrimonious attributes make me want to spill . ( kelsey merritt , remy , eastern ) .

hello again my angels ! it’s remy here with my second bby , miss ariana ! i’ll keep this greeting short since my one over on christian is a bit lengthy , but i’m super excited to write and plot with everyone ! i will admit that ariana’s intro is a bit lengthy because i pay a little too much to details , and i also placed indicators for where the eating disorder trigger warning begins and ends if you choose to skip over that content . other than that , once again my discord is 𝕥𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐚#6936 if plotting is easier for you there , and i can’t wait to get the ball rolling !

trigger warning(s) : mention of drug addiction , eating disorder , and abusive parenting .

full name : ariana bernadette malabanan . nickname(s) : ari , mainly . birthday / age : august 30th , 1998 / 21 . zodiac : virgo . pronouns : she / her / hers . gender : cisfemale . sexual orientation : bisexual . romantic orientation : biromantic . height : 5′8″ ( five foot , eight inches ) . hometown : paris , france . current location : beverly hills , california . nationality : french - american . ethnicity : caucasian and filipina . languages spoken : filipino , english , and french ( college - course level ) .

daniel malabanon’s family immigrated to the united states back in the nineteenth century from their home country of the phillippines . through the decades , despite the trials and tribulations , the malabanon family rose through the ranks of politics and business , with daniel’s grandparents having ten children between the two of them . the malabanon family as they became more influential in american politics was also building their business empire . while daniel’s grandfather was pursuing the levels of politics from law school , his wife was pursuing business , with the dream of someday having her own cosmetics line .

as the decades passed and the malabanon family amassed their meager beginnings to becoming a part of the country’s elite , soon comes grandson daniel , who decides to follow in his father , uncle , and brothers’ footsteps of going into politics . smart in his own right , daniel heads off to the prestigious university of pennsylvania , where he pursued a degree in political science before eventually moving on to law school . of course , the malabanon name was known throughout the country , but daniel didn’t receive any special treatment while he was in college . after graduation , he keeps his head in the books as he gets his law degree from yet another prestigious university ( columbia ) , and it’s in new york city that daniel meets his future wife , wild child of a multi - billionaire named celine duverney .

made up of messy , blonde waves and the liquid courage of champagne while dancing on tables , celine was the youngest daughter of a billionaire family that wanted to enjoy her twenties despite the pressure from her parents . she was determined to live her own life , and even though she was getting what she deemed a useless degree in business administration , that didn’t stop celine from enjoying her life to the fullest . she spent summers on yachts off the shores of a tropical island or would splurge in neiman marcus simply because her professor told her one of her papers wasn’t good enough . while she was in college , celine was a kappa , and it fit the blonde well considering that she was rich , spoiled , and made sure that everyone around her was fully aware that she was getting dropped off at school in a rolls - royce and never ( absolutely refused ) to eat dining hall food .

when it came to daniel and celine’s relationship , the two started dating while daniel was in his first year of law school and celine was a junior . their relationship was a bit of a whirlwind , and they eventually eloped in a simple wedding on the beach in bali the summer after celine’s graduation . little did the couple know , is that at the time , celine was pregnant with their first baby and eldest son dominic . celine decides to be a stay at home mom while daniel moves through the ranks at a prestigious law firm moving from summer associate to senior associate , but daniel wanted to be congressman . a few more years pass , a second baby named naomi is soon born , the family has made the cross country move to california , and daniel is running for congressman of california .

the family settled into a gorgeous home on sunset boulevard .

after running for often twice and getting beat by a landslide the first time around , daniel is elected as senator and celine begrudgingly becomes thrust into the public eye and is under constant scrutiny . the malabanans are newcomers to the world of politics in this sense , as they’re no longer skirting around the edges and waiting to have their chance at all the glory . marriage and children had calmed celine’s wild ways , but when she was twenty - nine and their last daughter , a bright eyed baby they named ariana was brought into the picture , everything changed for the worst .

to naomi and dominic , celine was a wonderful mother . she baked cookies , they hung out by the pool , she helped them with their homework , but as little ariana grew up , she was not the apple of her mother’s eye . the first strike against her was the fact that she was born via c - section due to a complicated pregnancy , leaving her mother with an ugly scar that remains to this day . she was born in paris while the family was on vacation , actually coming two months before she was due . celine was annoyed with being stuck in paris as she waited for her daughter to grow stronger , and that was the second strike against the innocent child . being in the public eye because of her husband’s job made celine quite conscious of all things appearance , and made sure that she and her children never left the house with a hair out of place or a shirt untucked . naomi , the golden child to her mother , immediately began participating in beauty pageants while her dominic followed his calling and focused on academia like the men before him .

little ariana liked to play , and she liked to play hard . she wanted to play soccer in the rain with the other neighborhood kids and roll down grassy hills until her skin was itchy , but her mother ? she wasn’t having any of that . ari was going to be prim , proper -- her back would be so straight a ruler would be jealous , and those soccer cleats her father bought her were thrown into the trash and replaced with ballet slippers . for years , ariana was no longer the only malabanan kid who played with the others in the neighborhood , and she now had a strict schedule of working out , school , ballet , and studying at the tender age of thirteen . when her freshman year starts , though , ariana abandons her mother’s dream and trades the ballet slippers for a pair of cheerleading pom - poms . with her infectious personality and warm smile , it’s no surprise that ariana makes the coveted harvard - westlake cheerleading team .

and while most mothers would be proud of their daughter’s accomplishment , celine was more focused on her daughter’s appearance than anything else . TW BEGINS she limits what she could and couldn’t eat , often making snide remarks when ariana says how much she’s craving her favorite cheeseburger from shake shack or how she had a bit of cheesecake after dinner . celine wakes her daughter up at five in the morning with a hellish personal trainer that makes her run their expansive neighborhood until her lungs are tight and she’s gasping for air . breakfast is smoothies , lunch is only soup , and even then all the good things that ariana craves have been taken out . she has to be skinny -- she has to make her mother proud .

the lack of food during the day leads to binging in the night , tip - toeing to the kitchen with the aid of the housekeeper , who kept a hidden stash in a cabinet her mother never dared to open . binges turn to regret , tear stained cheeks and the horrid sound of ariana hunched over the toilet as she begs to be forgiven for the disappointment she would bring to her mother . it all comes to a head during ariana’s junior year , when she’s gained an ounce of her mother’s affection and dark circles that are hidden beneath luxury concealer , and it’s the annual homecoming football game . dinner consisted of four baby carrots and a bottle of water , and right as ariana is lifted into the air to perform a basket toss , she’s falling -- and she lands on the unforgiving ground with a sneer on celine’s face as she watches behind saint laurent sunglasses .

ariana goes to the hospital and is diagnosed with bulimia , a word that clouds her in a cloak of embarrassment and springs tears in her father’s eyes . celine is uncaring , picking at her hundred dollar manicure instead of caring for the daughter she allegedly loved so much -- at least , that’s what she said when she spoke to the media . ariana is pulled from harvard - westlake , sadly for her senior year , and begins the slow process of healing . her relationship with food becomes healthy again , and she cries when she has cheesecake , her favorite thing in the world , when she returns home . TW ENDS

she makes the decision to head off to college , putting all of her eggs into one basket when she only applies to hollingsworth university . she’s desperate to get from under her mother’s criticizing eye , and to finally be her own person . during freshman year , ariana pledges kappa in hopes that she’d make a dent in her tainted relationship with her mother , but nothing ever seems to work in her favor . she makes it through rush week and becomes a pledge for the society , bouncing on the balls of her feet when she’s chosen on bid day . all goes well until it’s time for a little bit of hazing , but ariana finds herself with the short end of the stick . she has to clean longer , take one more shot , staying awake an extra hour while the other pledges have gone to bed , and being utterly humiliated when her kappa sisters discover that she had an innocent crush on a boy from sigma .

ariana drops out of kappa and goes the rest of the semester stewing in her upset over the pure humiliation she was forced to endure . when the spring semester rolls around , ariana still carries that torch as she steps into the delta house looking for a fresh start , and it’s the society where she remains today . she’s in the college of business and is also a cheerleader , even though most would assume it harbors too heavy feelings , but her constant work in therapy has helped her regain her love for the sport again .

when it comes to ariana’s personality , she’s something of a spitfire . she’s not afraid of confrontation and she can be extremely petty at times . for her positive traits genteel and cosmopolitan , ariana is respectable when she needs to be ( like attending galas with her family or when she debuted at the debutante ball in new york city ) and since her family traveled as well as met dignitaries around the world a lot thanks to her father’s career , ariana is quite sophisticated and she carries herself as such . as for her negative traits disingenuous and acrimonious , it simply means that she will fake the funk sometimes in order to get something she wants . her disingenuous ways especially shows when she’s being petty , and she’ll pretend to not know the full story to either a . confront the other person with the facts or b . gather up as much information as she possibly can . as for being acrimonious , it means that ari is bitter as hell , especially when talking about kappa .

secret .

when it comes to her secret about her family , the malabanan’s are similiar to the kennedy’s in the sense that they’re the ‘ perfect ’ family with no issues , on the surface . in reality , celine leaves daniel frequently and jets off on exotic excursions with billionaires she just met , trying to get back what she lost because of marriage and children . dominic has fallen into a drug addiction he thinks no one has noticed , and naomi is off doing whatever it is she’s doing . despite that , their friends and extended family always gets the perfect holiday cards when the season rolls around and they’re always written as ‘ family goals ’ on either instagram or twitter .

short headcanons :

ariana lives off - campus and in a gorgeous apartment ( minus that ugly blue bed lol ) .

she drives a black porsche panamera , and she originally wanted a ferrari , but she threw a minor fit when her dad said no . eventually , she got over it .

her style ? is literally all over the place . one day she’ll be wearing all black with a leather jacket , another day she’s dressed like a carbon copy of outfits on pinterest , and on another she’s wearing high heels and a midi - skirt . there’s no in between for her , but you better believe that everything is designer , even down to her hair accessories .

she’s most comfortable in her home , and there’s a chance that when she’s home she’s blaring music . she’ll be in a giant shirt with her hair tugged up in a top knot .

her favorite food is a shackburger with cheese fries and a creamsicle float . she is absolutely obsessed with cheesecake in any and all forms .

wanted plots :

i think a roommates plot would be so much fun ! ariana can be hella standoffish at times , but she’s probably the best roommate out there .

umm ... 👀 i don’t know about you guys but i’m in love with angsty plots , so i’d love anything like that . whether it be exes , something toxic , or even a friendship that turned sour , i’d be down for all of it .

high ! school ! plots ! i’d really love to explore ariana’s life outside of her struggles , so i’d love to high school boyfriend or girlfriend , crushes , friends , enemies ... anything !

a tag full of desired relations ( which will be updated periodically ! ) can be found right here . i’m also down to go based off chemistry if that works best for you ! i also have a desired relations tag for christian but i forgot to link it !

#eating disorder tw #abuse cw #drug addiction mention #holling:intro

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