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tobyisave · 7 months

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the plot of "ethanol"

aka that Adamandi fanfiction I never finished last year (OTL) and companion to this drawing (x)! There were only a few pages (that I will never release) so instead here's what was going to happen, according to my old notes doc... it's mostly just Vincent angst I'm not gonna lie. I kinda stopped because I realized there was no plot at all and that's not how stories work

Also: I did not write adamandi. And it's been a *second* since I was Vincent. And cannot stress enough that even the finished parts of this are wildly unfinished. So make of this what you will kdlfdsjf

(tw for body horror, medical horror, suicide, self harm, others harm, vomit, you know the drill it's Adamandi)

CH1: "I love you, too"

Vincent wakes up in Hancock Infirmary, the medical center on Ardess campus. (It's incredibly sketchy that he's not in the local hospital instead -- especially since the Infirmary has been openly racist to him and Quincy before -- but evidently this is the best way to keep things under wraps.)

He has a traumatic brain injury (from fighting Beatrix), is probably a little drugged, and starts freaking out because he's in pain and everything looks super flat and fake...

But he sees his Phaethon award letter sitting on the nightstand and feels so relieved that he lets himself fall back asleep.

Later the doctor tells him "what happened" including a reference to Vincent’s suicide attempt and "stabbing his own eye" to which he's like my WHAT. He finally realizes he can only see out of one eye - he pokes his fingers into the "soft, swollen folds of meat" on his face (thanks past toby) and finds that the eye is completely gone.

Doc is like you might have amnesia? You also have a TBI. Also fill out this form to make sure you wont kill urself when we release you

Specifically, the form is like “How often in the past two weeks have you: Had trouble sleeping…. Had thoughts that you are a failure….. Wanted to hurt yourself….. Attempted suicide….” And because he only ticks the last one the final score is "1" and the doctor's like okay free to go! (this is totally anachronistic but i think its funny so it stays)

Doctor makes him call someone to help him get home.

For some reason he doesn’t want to call Quincy (he thinks bc he hurt Quincy really bad). He thinks over who else he could call – oh yes, that guy I’ve been hanging out with lately, Ambrose! Wait fuck…. For the first time he realizes that Ambrose is not here.

After phoning Quincy to pick him up (Q cries on the phone, V feels moved to but genuinely doesn't have the energy to cry or even say much - and they say I love you to each other, except its Weird and Uncomfortable this time), Vincent roots around in the medical waste bin and pockets his enucleated eye, which he's alarmed to find is bloody and kind of smashed to a pulp.

CH2: pretty peppermint green

(title from "asthma" by b/ulldog eyes)

Quincy shows up (btw they're they/them in this because I can) and Vincent remembers pretty much everything. They share a reluctant kiss --- after which Vincent is content to slip into the fantasy that things are back to normal --- and walk back to the dorm. It's lightly misting outside. On the way there, Vincent stops and kneels to vomit from his intense headache and nausea. Quincy tries to hold them/help them up after and it makes Vincent's heart race.

In Quincy's room, they lie in bed. Vincent is often the big spoon (lol) but he feels the eye in his front pocket squish against Quincy's back, so they switch for undisclosed reasons. Quincy keeps saying they're so glad Vincent is back and they love him so much. That strikes a terrible weird chord with Vincent, and he's just lying there and he can't see Quincy's face and he's practically pressed between them and the wall and he can't stop feeling like there's another guy in the room watching them both, and he's not sure if the knowledge that there isn't is comforting or scary, and he starts freaking out until he has to leave the room.

(Why that strikes a weird chord: Quincy kept dissing him until now, and now is lovebombing him? Is that because Vincent finally earned their respect academically or because Quincy is guilty or what? He can usually tell what Q's thinking but it's very opaque to him right now - either because of the TBI or because their history is so extreme. And what usually makes him feel calm and well - ie Quincy - is not working anymore).

Vincent goes downstairs and sleeps on the basement couch. He unlocks this memory -- or is it just an image he constructed to fill the gap? -- of Quincy holding him, the weapon still in their hands, those hands still bloody, their face twisted in a horrific expression he can't even describe.

CH3: 20 grams

(title - from "duck or ape" by roar - but references an old paper that claimed to experimentally calculate the weight of a soul by weighing a person before and after death - they were purportedly 20 grams lighter.)

In the morning, Vincent goes to his own dorm. His chair and desk and bedframe were all burned in the pyre, plus most of his paper and books, so there's just big square sun-stains everywhere and a lot of empty space.

He goes to his bottom shelf, where there's a few empty jars & cans & stolen lab glassware, and puts his old eye in an open beaker. There's a big jug of ethanol under his bed and he pours some in to preserve it. (This has been making the room smell awful by the way). The beaker goes on the shelf next to an array of other trophies (aka student organs) which he'd left as a sort of last display of genius that the world could find after he killed himself.

He goes to the mirror and is unnerved to realize that he's been fully bathed and his hair has been brushed out. He checks all the bruises on his body and tries to recount where he got each one - most are from previous murders and some are from the pyre. Even though he literally just got out of the hospital where he lost an eye, he looks a lot better than in the past few weeks just because he finally got some fucking sleep and idk they probably had him on an IV or something

After that he looks at his eye again with morbid fascination --- he's seen this exact wound on corpses before, but never seen it healing.

He considers taking out his surgery kit and trying to fix the eye. There's this question of if he could repair his damaged eye and see through it again, would he be able to see Quincy the same as he used to? His right eye never saw Quincy betray him. He wonders if Quincy burned themself again after last night - the first time he remembers that knowledge - and tears come even though he's still just standing there absently.

Anyway when he goes back to the shelf to look at his old eye, he frowns at how fucked up it is, and pulls down the bottle next to it instead. In the bottle are two blue eyes. He pulls one out in front of the mirror and presses it into his socket, which is rapidly filling with fluid; it overflows out of the socket as he pushes the eye in. This is agonizing because he's putting an eye covered in ethanol into an open wound.

He stands there looking at himself, still in his jacket, with one finger up to hold the eye in place, for like 10 straight minutes. He recounts all the unbelievable things he's done this year, the way people looked at him a bit differently as he started to get his act together. The way they looked each time he wound up the killing blow. Ambrose's eye still looks completely out of place on Vincent's face.

Everything else that happens!

Quincy & Beatrix

Beatrix was also going to be at the hospital for back up in CH2 apparently. so pretend that happened

Quincy finds out about the preserved eye (idk how lol) and confesses to Beatrix that it creeps them the fuck out. Beatrix assumes it's because it represents Quincy's guilt and tries to reassure them. That makes Quincy feel worse because to be honest they just thought it was disgusting and scary to see their lover's disembodied eye looking back at them from the bottom of a beaker.

Graduation

The three of them are planning on going together and walking through the Ardess Randolphitz graduation gate etc etc. Except all of them are kind of having a trauma reaction to the idea of going to graduation. Less so Quincy, because they missed the pyre graduation speech, but yeah. Nobody likes that.

Vincent thinks about skipping graduation but then checks his mailbox and realizes he failed two of his classes this semester. AN: In my notes it said this: the letter says he has to take an extra course to graduate - he literally cant afford that (used to have a scholarship but obviously broke the contract) so he can't graduate. His family is in China and he cant stomach the thought of explaining everything to them.

(Right before the Pyre scene he mailed a copy of the newspaper accusing him of murder to his family because he wanted his mom to see what he did (/pos??). Then he has this sudden realization that his mom has no idea who Vincent Aurelius Lin is. Not really that relevant to this fic, but I actually consider this canon to the show because I sat backstage and did it every night with the newspaper prop lmao)

Anyway I don't think the graduation logic checks out anymore, I mean he won the Phaethon so he kind of has to graduate lol. Oh well.

Quincy & Vincent

Honestly... I didn't write a lot about what happens with them because one of the central concepts of the fic is that they break up! And unfortunately I seem to have stopped working on this around the time that Quincy reentered the story, so I have no idea what that actual arc was going to look like. Upon revisiting this story though, it's pretty obvious I was just using everyone else as a sounding board for Vincent angst anyway... so that kind of sucks lol

Room situation

Vincent... doesn't have a bed... so he sleeps in the basement of Stutton (?) again. Unlike the months leading up to the pyre where he was completely sleepless (aka restless and unable to stop mentally planning each of his murder schemes and the things he would say about what inspired them after it all came out), he falls asleep really easily now (...because of the TBI). Beatrix encounters him there and heres a quote from my google doc:

B: oh my god. don't tell me you lost your keys again

V: no. i just… dont have anywhere to go

B: … do you want my room key? like ill have to kick you out in the morning but me and portia are pulling an all nighter right now

V: thats not what i meant. (licks lips) beatrix im not graduating

(AN: damn.... where CAN he run........)

B brings V to news room where portia and her are working, planning to use portia as the emotional support dog. this works on portia's end but vincent is not very reactive.

Beatrix is renting a house for the summer and invites Lin to sleep on her couch (upon learning that he planned to squat or get back with Quincy to survive)

Summer: Bea's house

P: Bea, he's a murderer! You're going to let him live in your house? Alone?!

B: Harper, just.... look at him

*The most hollow dead eyed broken toy of a Vincent you've ever seen*

^^^^ this is like the establishing quote of the fic, just vincent looking like that is the whole concept actually. Obviously thats also what I tried to capture with the drawing too

While shes at work he gets very understimulated and he wants to Plot Evilly and hes really really frustrated that he cant (because that project is over and he can't focus)

he used to journal/stalk every day but "lately... i cant even remember whats been happening lately." he has headaches constantly and hasnt written in weeks

he starts chain smoking on her couch (AN: interesting choice sldjfsdkfjdsfls)

she gets back and is upset about this (the smell and he used like all of her cigs)

→ a) he realizes he cant really feel remorse over this (only intellectually he understands it and goes outside)

-> b) he's confused to see her refuse a cig from him. okay bea thats new what are you pulling here

in her office, bea (feeling like she has adopted a stray dog) chews gum while reading a terrified letter from quincy who is about to move

(AN maybe anachronistic that bea would try to quit smoking at this time?? im not sure.)

(Also - not sure if this ever came up explicitly, but in our production, Beatrix is the one who first offered Vincent the occasional smoke back in the day, and instead of ever buying any he mostly grubbed them off her (which you can maybe see at the beginning of little more in love). During the course of canon events he gets more addicted - and if i remember correctly, he also started going through withdrawal at some point, but I dont remember why he quit - I think because he stopped seeing Bea around so he kind of just stopped?? - if anything I guess it's symbolic of Bea kind of setting him up to murder and then disappearing from his life for months. The cigarettes weren't actually in the original script at all.)

vincent paces then goes to the drugstore

while hes there he uses the restroom to stare into his eye hole yada yada

(prior to going to restroom hes dubious about entering mens but its single stall anyway)

buys like a shit ton of cigarettes and pain medicine (which was probably like coke back then idk) and also candy

(cigs are for beatrix because he just wants to be loved…)

Phaethon did not give him any money at all by the way. Maybe this is the part where he should go huh I need a job even if I can't be a doctor

IDK where to put this but also - at some point Vincent finds a horrifying drawing of Quincy killing him, and Bea is like you obviously drew that look at it it's in your style. and he can't remember drawing it but not that he looks around he sees he's actually been drawing little pieces of it everywhere

Beatrix's apology

*giant overwrought Beatrix speech here*

V: (trying to be normal about it) i uh i did try to kill you

B: (also playing cool) yeah sure, so did my dad, join the club

V: sorry?

B: the point is, lin, you were having an episode, and instead of helping you see that i pretty much handed you a bat, spun you around a couple times, and sent you on your merry way

(shaky breath, beat- V feels weird about being described so passively)

Anecdote I wrote last year that I genuinely don't understand anymore OTL

Vincent likes to read possibly?

B: you can read?!

V: (swallows a lump… then sarcastically) oh yeah quincy finally taught me how

(^^^ realize they always bitch at each other by default - he wonders if she would be nicer if he was nicer but probably not)

^^^^^ the book sucks anyway shes like ok go to the bookstore CUE QUINCY

(“ok read your own fucking book” “i can’t” “why” “i burned them”)

AN: like QUINCY WOULD NOT FUCKING SAY THAT jdslkfjdsf who is that what's happening what's going ON

...I think it's Beatrix actually? idk man idk

but OMG im suddenly obsessed with the idea that this is all a bunch of absolutely insane buildup to an exes-to-lovers vincent coffee shop / quincy bookstore au dlskfjdslkfjdslkjfsjfjdsklfsdf

BONUS NOTES

V’s lack of empathy - i think he cant understand other peoples feelings very well? He definitely at the least has to imagine them through incidents in his own life to picture how they feel

People pleasing … & possibly its conflict with the above

Bring back suave vincent :( (AN: I failed)

Masculinity problems…?

Realization that all of his rapports (ie with ambrose and beatrix) are facetious and aggressive. And also baggage with quincy accidentally dissing him all the time. Who will be nice to him :(

Maybe this:

V: "i think i might be autistic"

B: "i dont think youre autistic i think youre a sociopath"

V: "i think i might be both"

^^^^ except thats also pretty anachronistic and kind of silly but i do what i want

ambrose ghost was a representation of his hyperfixation on murder (AN: absolutely insane take. what the fuck)

he probably gets lost in drawing now if he can stomach doing anything

accidental psychiatrist beatrix bc shes really good at cracking people open

themes:

breakup

realization that quincy didnt value him while he was innocent which fucked the relationship but V has trouble justifying it bc now he cant value himself

difficulty feeling remorse for what he did

→ realize you arent accountable for how you feel just for what you do

can you love someone without empathy? (yes)

(stems from asking if q was ever in danger of murder -- obviously not!)

realization that v is actually good at something (art)

Respectability politics - beatrix is trying to make girls/latinas look good. vincent is still in the headspace that hes inferior but starts to think about how frosh vinc would have felt about him now (AN i dont know what i meant by this ldjsf)

becoming ambrose was in a way his idea of proving himself in the world. being gnc and failing his classes was just bc he couldnt "do better"

RECURRING: pulls open his eyelids and tries to see into his brain through the hole

addiction (AN: thats it thats all i said its the word "addiction" sljdkfdslkf. I can only assume because for a while i had an interpretation of vincent as becoming an adrenaline junkie after his first murder - plus then bea got him addicted to cigs and murder)

other char breakthroughs

Bea - yo vincent actually did some fucked up shit

Quincy - living with yourself. realizing you can never reconcile with some people.

Portia - hold on… Bea actually did some fucked up shit...

(sorry this is MASSIVE i thought it would be like 7 bullets)

AND ON THAT NOTE.... Yeah that's what the fic was going to be about. Hope that was fun??? And shoutout to @ceaslesswatcherwhatistboyswag for asking about the abandoned fic and inadvertently prompting this whole post :P

Also. by god please do not take any of this as canon or word of god (except perhaps the newspaper thing...) i beg of you... these are just the post-show ramblings of a man newly deprived of the ability to spend 5 hours a week pretending to be a fruity little murderer. very fun diving back into that time to compile this though 🫀

#adamandi #adamandi musical #vincent aurelius lin #vincent lin #beatrix valeria campbell #beatrix campbell #quincy cynthius martin #quincy martin #ambrose isnt important enough to be tagged sorry #quincy is more of a quincy shaped hole in vincent than a guy in this too #my posts #writing

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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Bwaha telling puppy!eddie you’re going to come home with another hybrid, because he can’t be left alone when you have to leave it really upsets him, so he’s nervously waiting by the door. But instead of coming home with another puppy hybrid, you have two cat hybrids, Steve and Robin, clinging onto your waist, with massive moon eyes, eagerly wanting to tackle Eddie who you’d fawned and fawned about.

Needless to say he’s taken a little by surprise, especially when Robin does move and Steve’s quickly behind, so Eddie is thrown to the floor. But he has Robin chatting to him just as much as Eddie did the first time he was in your home, and papping his soft, bouncy, ears with a smile, which actually feels nice on Eddie’s ears. And Steve is just loafing himself on top of him, grooming Eddie’s messy hair, and with the purrs accompanying his soft grooming, Eddie tentatively starts licking Steve’s face back.

You breathe out a sigh of relief as Eddie only chuckles, when both cat hybrids are nuzzling into his neck as a scenting thing. Soon Robin and Eddie sharing a leg each on your lap, as Steve is content head butting and rubbing against your calves, and you know the three, and all four of you, are gonna get on great

TBIS IS SO CUTE 😭 long post so I cut it!! (cw: sfw hybrid au. don’t like don’t read.)

he’s already nervous that you’re going out to get the hybrid bc he’s like nonono you’ll be gone and I’ll miss you and get sad :(( and you’re like Eddie!! That is what I am trying to fix!! So you speed off to the nearest shelter and what do u find but cat hybrid Robin and cat hybrid Steve!! You were only going to get one but they had a little note on their adjoined spaces that they needed to go as a pair because they get anxious without the other and you knew it’d be hard for them to get adopted because of that!! You realize that they saw you looking at the sign on their door and you give them a little smile, breaking away from the middle of the aisle to crouch beside where they’re snuggled up together in a bean bag chair. Their attention is instantly on u, they’re not used to being approached ‘cause of their specifications and so when you sit down beside them they scramble to get up from the beanbag and get all up close and personal to the barrier so they can check u out - robin’s looking here there and everywhere, inspecting your hair, reading your shirt, silently wanting to claw at your shoelaces, and Steve’s sitting behind her just :] lookin :] Robin reaches out towards your necklace and you hold it out for her, letting her examine the design as her tail flicks curiously behind her. It butts against steve’s face and you giggle, a sound that has steve’s giddy grin growing. When you’re permitted inside their little space you’re bombarded with requests for ear scratches, robin’s head smashed into your belly as she purrs under your touch while Steve lays his head on your shoulder and wraps his arms around one of your own. They’re complete lovebugs, and you can’t believe people have been passing them up just because they have to go as a pair.

You tell them about eddie on the drive home, your sweet dog hybrid who gets nervous when you leave and wants more friends to play with. You tell them he looooves cuddles, that he’ll share all of his favorite toys with them, and that he’s been trying to win over the neighbor’s cat hybrid for months, so he’ll be thrilled to be their friends. By the time you pull into the driveway they’re ready to tackle him, and you’d be worried if you didn’t think Eddie would like it.

He greets you at the door like he normally does, albeit a little hesitant to meet the new guest. When you introduce Steve and Robin he barely catches their names ‘cause they’re on him in a flash, and he’s lucky the couch is behind him to cushion his fall when Steve decides he wants Eddie horizontal for their first meeting. Robin’s swatting at his ears that bounce right back up and Steve’s rubbing his face against eddie’s, and the dog hybrid is looking at you with stars in his eyes.

“‘Thought you were gonna get another dog.” He confesses, though his eyes dart up to where Steve’s hovering above him when he feels the man’s tongue swipe over his eyebrow.

“You like cats, though.” You grin, combing through Steve’s hair while he focuses on Eddie, “I wanted you to have some cat friends.”

Eddie manages to get up to hug you in thanks, but it’s seen as an invitation rather than a gesture, and three hybrids are very hard to hold up. Now you’re on the couch, Eddie and Robin curling up beside you and giving you shiny pleading gazes in hopes that you’ll pet them. You do, but you feel Steve rub against your calves and feel bad that he’s left out, so you have Eddie and Robin each rake a hand through his hair until everyone is a snuggly, purring, tail-wagging mess :’))

#hybrid au #puppy!eddie #dog hybrid!eddie #cat hybrid!robin #cat hybrid!steve #let’s talk about cat hybrid!steve !!#let’s talk about cat hybrid!robin !!#let’s talk about puppy!eddie !!

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hickory-smoked-ass · 10 months

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Why Don’t You Ever Call Me Honey? Pt. 2

God these chairs are uncomfortable..

Steve had been in the emergency room for two hours now, watching nurses and doctors alike rush past him. The whole place was giving him a killer headache. He wondered if Hargrove was going to survive. Even the paramedics seemed thrown-off, although Steve had to assume a stab-induced poisoning wasn’t all that common in Hawkins.

What? She just stabbed him in the neck with a needle? Did you call the police?!

Steve had just shook his head.

Well- no he was sort of- uhm, attacking me? But he’s fine, it was just a misunderstanding-

The paramedic who was asking the questions just stared at him in disbelief. He’d felt pretty stupid when all was said and done.

Spotting the nurse who had jogged along Billy’s gurney earlier, Steve shot up to wave her down. “Hey! I was wondering if you had any updates? On Billy Hargrove? I -uh, came in with him..?” Steve began to lose steam halfway through his questioning, watching as the nurse's eyebrows scrunched together. “Oh! Yes, ah- just follow me, he’s in room 24D, he’s extremely lucky to survive Mr…” she trailed off, “Harrington” Steve mumbled .

“-Harrington, a needle from that angle at that much force can kill anyone. Should kill anyone. Mr. Hargrove had some serious internal arterial bleeding, and a hopefully minor TBI as a result of the seizure. We won’t know until the scans come back, until then he’s being kept in a medically induced coma.” She sighed, glancing around her shoulder, “I know it sounds unprofessional, but I'm surprised he didn’t die, Mr. Harrington” She leveled him with a slightly judgemental expression.

Steve let out a breath, “A-alright, would I be able to see him? I-I feel real bad about this whole..” He waved a hand around in the air, “Thing…I-I didn’t even know she had the needle until it was already in his neck!…do you think he’s going to survive?” Steve asked, chewing on his lower lip.

The nurse sighed again, “Listen Mr. Harrington, I’m going to be honest with you. I’ve been a nurse here for 23 years, I’ve never seen anyone’s brain cut off from oxygen as long as he was, come away without a bad TBI, he’s not out of the woods yet, but for now all you can hope for is a smooth recovery for him, alright?” She shook her head, moving to guide him towards Billy’s door.

Billy sat motionless on the scratchy white sheets of the hospital bed, breathing in and out at a calm rate. If it weren't for the mass of tubes and wires attached to him, he would have looked peaceful, thought Steve, grimacing.

His right arm, the one that had smashed into the table leg was in a light yellow cast. The nurse, catching Steve's eye, explained, “It’s only a hairline fracture, nothing too serious”. Steve nodded, “When do you think you’re gonna wake him up?” Twisting his hands, Steve sat down on an equally uncomfortable chair. The nurse shrugged, “Hopefully in the next day or two, if you want to leave your contact information, I'll be sure to have the hospital contact you”.

Steve nodded, “I’ll be sure to, thank you..”. “Donna.” the nurse finished. “Donna, I really appreciate you telling me everything” Steve shook her hand before she left, lightly closing the door behind her.

Steve let out a shaky breath, sinking further into his chair. He looked up, reaching towards Billy’s left hand, holding it gently. “Hey…listen Hargrove I’m sorry, I-I've been thinking and this must have been really confusing for you, really confusing. I mean, I’m not happy that you beat the crap outta me.. But I get it? I dunno…I just mean that,” He sighs, “I understand. If I had a little sister I’d probably be pissed that she was hanging out with some random guy too… I mean we’ve all watched Fatal Vision right?” Steve shook his head.

“Stupid… you probably can’t hear me anyway” Steve muttered, pulling his hand back. A small whine snapped his head back up, shocked to see Hargrove’s eyes were slowly blinking open.

“Holy- Nurse! He’s waking up! Nurse!” Steve darted for the door, spinning around when he heard a soft sobbing. “Hargrove? Hey- it’s gonna be okay- I’m getting the nurse! It’s fine-”

“I want my Momma!”

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #billy harringrove #billy x steve #tbi recovery #billy deserved better #abuse #probably medical inaccuracies #stranger things #steve stranger things #billy stranger things

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gaeasun · 1 year

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Blurr

New OC just dropped!

gonna be honest i dont know if or how i would incorporate him into my writing so for now he mostly lives in my head, on my sketchbook, and discord where all the mutuals turned tf blogs enabled me.

Not all of the pictures here match up with each other but the first two are the most updated (though his hair is much fluffier on the top).

The most basic info is, Blurr is a pilot in the 501st with a need for speed. In his leave time he’s managed to incorporate himself into the (illegal) speeder races that happen in the lower levels and he’s pretty good at them. He talks so fast sometimes its hard to keep up. After the war Blurr tries to calm down by buying 79′s. He still races on occasion when he gets the itch though.

More pictures + his lore under the cut!

Lore time!

Ever since he was a cadet, Blurr loved to move. He got his name from zooming around as a kid a lot. His fast reflexes gave him a chance to try out one of the higher end flight simulators, and he ended up being an absolute natural and one of the top pilots coming out of Kamino.

The simulators were great, but nothing compared to the actual feeling of moving at Mach 1 for real.

So naturally he ended up being picked for the 501st, and is one of the few beings alive capable of keeping up with Skywalker in the air.

His batchmates are all alive and well but elsewhere.

But on Coruscant he quickly grew bored, since there wasn’t much he was allowed to fly. The transport ships couldn’t cut it.

In all the chatter on Coruscant, he heard something about speeder races, and had to look into that.

After a couple of close calls, he found someone willing to lend him a speeder to race for large cut of any winnings.

Blurr won the first race he entered. And the next, and the next.

Too keep himself from getting court-martialled, he took his phase 1 helmet and modified it to death. Bigger ventilators, more paint, a higher fin. And he added a mask to cover his face.

The added element of mystery gained Blurr a large following of his races, to the point where he’s somewhat of an underground celebrity.

All the clones know its him though. He’s not exactly subtle. But no one complains since he often uses some of his winnings to buy a few rounds at 79′s.

(In “canon” he somehow stumbles onto the info that there’s a Sith Lord in the Senate. He goes directly to the Chancellor to report. He is then thrown into a trash compactor. :c)

But we don’t need that so what actually happens in my au is when the war ends he uses his money and buys 79′s and becomes a bartender there.

He still races but it’s not nearly as often.

Personality and character traits!

He talks so fast. Incredibly fast. Literally this

As a result from all the races gone wrong (crashes happen occasionally) Blurr has some TBI’s that make his memory a little leaky sometimes. Especially his short term memory. Near the end of the war when it was getting worse someone helped him rig up a system for his helmet to display more info then usual.

Smiles a lot, but is also a big fan of the -_- face.

Pretty straighforward. will call you out on your bs. while making the -_- face.

Big heart!

Adaptable and takes things pretty easy. Does not get outraged easily but when he does he will do something about it.

freckles

first pic linework by @maiseey

#ive joined the tf clone oc train lol #and his tag will be #blurrbo #blame chiafett for that on #but he is my blorbo #tfa did him very dirty #art? art

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engagemythrusters · 1 year

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I’m fucking terrified. Here we go.

The Summit.

Ah Pabu. Calm before the storm.

Imperial summit. Wow wonder where the ep title comes from?

Ah tarkin. Echo’s favourite guy.

HUNTER WHAT THE FUCK

Thank you techh.

“We do not leave our own behind” except for when you do. multiple times.

Omega you are the only one I trust with crosshair at this point. She’s the only one who doesn’t give up on him ever

Aww Phee and omega

get his ass Phee

Oh wait uh phee he’s autistic tho he’s missing thaaaat point

JUST KISS ALREADY

Ugh whatever it’s fine (it is not fine)

I’m tired of you, bitch. Go die in a hole Hemlock.

Better yet get poisoned by your namesake.

I still don’t understand how Tarkin aged 20 years in 2

Tho that follows Obi-Wan’s 30-in-9-years (except he lived on tatooine and never wore sunscreen so that one’s his own bitch fault)

Rex is gonna be forging clearances codes for a looooooooooong time. I mean he takes a break for a bit but then he gets back on it.

Oooooo air rail cars!

Tarkin doesn’t deserve an air rail.

Wrecker imparting his fear of heights onto omega

“Recycle the feed” that officer does not give one flying fuck

WRECKER WHY DID YOU LOOK DOWN 😭😂

awww my 🏴‍☠️ stalled. Gotta wait a bit to continue ig…

I suppose no crosshair in this ep tho bc it’s only about the summit. That’s okay AS LONG AS THEY SAVE HIM NEXT EP AND HE DOESNT FUCKING DIE.

Okay I am back to watch

Honestly ballsy of them to bring Omega to tbis. I would not. She’s to Liddol!! Baby girl :( too small

LEAVE MY POOR CLONES ALONE

I WILL KILL YOU HEMLOCK

Fuck you Tarkin. I fucking hate you.

Star Dust… yeah we all know that’s the fuckin Death Star

Mouse droid! Oh it made lil noises :D

She’s so tiny I love her so so much if anything happens to h—

Oh my god it’s a trap

It’s a trap isn’t it

NO ITS A TRAP AND I KNOW IT IS

omega sweetie it’s a trap go back to wrecker GO BACK TO WRECKER

well hooray tracking beacon but GO BACK ITS ABSOLUTELY A TEAP

wrecker u killed the lil mousie 😭

TECH ITS A TRAP

it’s a trap it’s a trap it’s a trap

Admiral ackbar—

Saw?

It’s

IT IS

I knew that voice

I still think it’s a trap. I don’t know what’s happening here. But I am still certain it’s a trap.

Bye saw

Pew pew pew

Pew pew

Sorry.

DID THEY JUST—WRECKER OH MY GOD 😂 just fucking bowlingpinned them with one of their own oh my god I love that man

She shot his butt hehe

… why is the controller for that ship… down there… o-o

Well there goes that tracker

Okay I’ll admit being wrong. It wasn’t a trap.

Hehe wrecker is gonna drop isn’t he. That’s gonna fucjin terrify him. Poor guy.

Oh? Cliffhanger?

Yknow what this is long already I’ll start another one for the next ep in a reblog

I’m gonna get food first

#star wars: the bad batch

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pancakemoods · 1 year

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i just keep feeling like i’m being watched like, i don't know if i blocked ppl well enough on here i feel like i’m being watched here and my mom is watching my location and people watch me on snapchat if i post i’m just so overwhelmed i had a fucking breakdown today and my mom doesn't understand what she did wrong, she didn't i don't know what to tell her other than i love her but living with her is so so bad for my mental health. she grabs birds!! she grabs them and holds them and they scream to let go. you can't grab a bird, you have to let them free. she keeps trying grab me. i feel like i’m being grabbed; by money, by unemployment, by my family, by others. please let me go let go of me i just don't want to be held onto. i want people to let go of me. i hate this person i hooked up with a couple months ago because i feel like they think they're entitled to me. they're not. not my ex not them not no one, no one gets to see me at my worse or my best if i don't want them to. i want to habe the freedom to be invisible when j need to. i want to be able to hide but there's nowhere to hide. there's no where to hide and i speak in plain fucking english and nobody understands what i’m saying. they take it personally, they think it's not for them, they don't care, or some other reasons i don't know, j don't care. leave me the fuvk alone leave me the FUCK alone LEAVE me the fuck ALONE. i'll go the psych ward right fucking now if one more person does some stupid shot it's over i’m punching a hole in a wall i'll scream on a bus i'll start throwing things in a library if you think i won't fucjing lose my goddamn mind in the middle of absolutely everything fuck you i will. and you know what? i don't think anyone would do anything. because i look like the type of stupid white trash kid who would do that. i look like shit. i don't think it would matter. it really fucjing wouldnt. bo one is going to be there for me or take care of me in the way i want or need unless i'm fucking paying for it IE my therapist. not my friends, god forbid they want to fucj me or they don't want me because i'm poor, not a partner, not my parents they're too busy hating each other than to see the broken mess they stepped over while they fought, not my family for they speak in another language i will never learn because it's between the lines and i don't understand. i don't feel like i belong anywhere but tk just keep fucjing stealing info i can and to shift around and be broke. i think i’m happy because tbis is the best it's gonna get.

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eloquent-apollo · 3 years

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Remember how I said I would write about Nicky having ADHD and then I DIDNT well here it is

Quick disclaimer that this is based entirely of how I experience my ADHD. I dont speak for everyone and my experiences are not universal but this is how I experience my symptoms

He was so fucking hyper as a kid holy fuck like,,,,, chill, chill where do you keep finding this Energy™️ stop hoarding it ):

Got into exy to ✨release✨ some of that hyperactivity bc you just know his parents dont believe he has ADHD

Coffee to self medicate baby oh u gotta focus? Bam 20 espressos in my body

Speaking of using coffee to self medicate the foxes are always a little nervous when he does that, because Nicky is pretty hyper most of the time and coffee equals hyper, but it actually makes him really calm!

Still tho Matt finding Nicky in his dorm surrounded by a lot of coffee and just,,, fear

Nicky hyperfocuses on the weirdest things, its a little annoying (for him) bc these hyperfocuses jump from one thing to another. One week he is obsessed with pirates the next he is trying to learn how to play the lyre

Concentration who? Or concentration wishes it was me. No inbetween

Dolphinbraining like no other Kevin is talking about exy technique and Nicky goes “oh speaking of Exy!” And tells a story about??? A trip he took to some city once? How does this make sense? Hell if I know sometimes u connect A to Z at the speed of sound

ALWAYS REPEATS STORIES (this is my worst symptom in my opinion) oh you heard this story five times already? Well guess what im gonna tell it again. Nicky once told the story of how he met Erik ten times on the same day to Allison. It was their anniversary and he was so excited he couldn’t stop talking about it

Infodumps a lot, he has to sometimes bc if he doesn’t its just,,,, stuck in his brain and it is yelling to come out and he has to tell Andrew about how this obscure sport works that he found out

Hyperficates on series and books and stuff, gets super invested and then one day he wakes up and goes “huh, I dont like this anymore”

Extreme in his emotions, when he is happy he is super excited and jittery and loud and laughing but when he is sad its devouring and it hurts and it wont go away and it leaves him feeling numb

Very forgetful, has forgotten to pick the twins up at least 10 times. (Its okay they understand and its not like they can’t get home on their own. Sometimes they bully him a little about how he left them at walmart but you know)

Executive dysfunction is a bitch and Nicky hates those days when it kicks in and it is hard to get him to do anything. Sometimes its hard to just get up and do anything on the bad days. He wants to fuck he wants to do it so fucking bad but the very thought of getting up is hard.

Has a lot of weirdly specific knowledge because he spends a lot of time watching those youtubers that don’t show images but read scripts? This is hard to explain but thing those reddit channels that just read posts to you? They’re great he likes to put those on when he is cleaning, because extra stimulation makes it easier to do things

Is always, always moving his hands! He pulls on his lips, twirls his hair, taps on surfaces, cracks his knuckles he is always moving always in motion he has to stim in some way at all times because the ✨jitters✨

Funniest motherfucker you will ever meet. Yes being sexy is a symptom of ADHD 😘 /joke

He runs his mouth a lot. He doesn’t think before he speaks he just flaps out whatever comes to mind yes this has gotten him into trouble a bunch of times but he also cant entirely stop it

He doesn’t have an ADHD diagnosis, not for the longest time because his parents didn’t believe him, it isn’t until he goes to the foxes and he talks with Betsy a bit about it that they get him a professional diagnosis

Nicky: I have sexy bitch disease

Allison: get better soon

He learns to manage, he aint a fan of meds so he learns to manage his symptoms and sometimes its hard especially on bad days but it is what it is

Actually this is quite a lot of the “negative” aspects of ADHD so you know what here are some plus sides to having ADHD

Nicky is very creative! He has a lot of fantasy and as a kid he would “read” stories he came up with to his stuffed animals. He would tell the most vivid stories to his friends in kindergarten.

He is pretty spontaneous person, though changing his plans suddenly a minute before he was supposed to do it causes him distress

Impulsive,,,, but evil. He makes a good backliner but sometimes he is like “I should punch tbis striker who was mean to Aaron” and before he can go “wait no” his fist has made contact with the guys face already

Is very emphatic, is a good listening ear and helps his friends when they need someone to vent to

Surprisingly good problem solver?

Says he is gonna do something and then he doesn’t,,,, spends the whole day being like “oh I gotta write this essay tonight!” But he got distracted by his phone

Deadlines are fake ❤️ he will do everything the day before its due fuck that shit. You gonna make me do this three weeks before its do? I hear three weeks of no homework sir!

Just,,, I really like the idea of Nicky with ADHD man,,,, I just sometimes recognise parts of my ADHD in him and that makes me happy. I know it isnt canon but whatever I can project✨ again these are largely based of of my experience with my symptoms! This isnt universal for everyone with ADHD!!!

#aftg #all for the game #andreil #nicky hemmick #andrew minyard #neil josten #tfc #kevin day #the foxhole court #aaron minyard #dan wilds #matt boyd #allison reynolds #seth gordon #renee walker

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poppy-metal · 3 years

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You said send thirsts so here I am for once not about Sukuna. Anyway drummer!Eren fucking you in his band’s practice area after you made one too many little comments at him. Even better if it’s bully! Eren who forced his favorite little nerd to skip school to watch him practice. The reason he’s fucking you? He’s tired of hearing you worry about what will happen if you’re caught skipping and/or you’re making digs at his playing style and he just wants you to shut up. But he also wants you to enjoy yourself too, to enjoy him even if he won’t say it

He stands up suddenly from his drum kit to walk around it, smirking when you blink up at him like a deer caught in headlights as he grips your chin. He looms over you, and you have to crane your neck up to look at him properly this close. “Loosen up, sweetheart.” He smirks. “Or do we need to repeat what happened on the bus, hm?” That fiend, the bastard, the utter menace-

Or if you wanna go all cute on it bc I’m also a big fan of himbo Eren hopelessly in love with you; You come to watch him practice and after everyone else has gone y’all are just chilling when he just. Starts tapping your ass with his drumsticks. He snickers and says he’s found his new favorite kit while you kick at him in embarrassment.

ANYWAY AS YOU CAN TELL I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS ABT DRUMMER EREN I SAW YOUR TAG AND MY BRAIN WENT BRRRR. I APOLOGIZE FOR THE LONG ASK AGSHDHD -Sukuna thirst anon

*takes your brain out and kisses it* TBIS IS SO PERFECT??????? YOU'RE SO SEXY FOR THIS

b-bully!eren as a drummer? 🥺👉👈 seeing him as a little more grunge in this AU, wearing all black w black chipped nail polish kinda beat. maybe a tongue piercing or a lip ring, DEFINITE studs in his ears. black combat boots, manbun OOOFFF. His voice is so deep and smokey when he sings, m gonna cry. It sounds so hypnotizing, you forget hes the bane of your existing for a little while, entranced in how he looks, the sweat that drips off his brow, the way his black band tee clings to his skin, the way he bites his lip in concentration. Add to that the way he looks up and meets your eyes, so intense it roots u to the spot and sends a gush of slick running down your legs through your panties. His eyes are sex, as he hits every beat w his drums, every note with his voice.

It leaves you all spellbound even when the practice ends and he's getting up, shaking out his hands and spinning a single drumbstick as he jumps down from the stage to approach you, appraising you with a kinda cool arrogance that makes you snap out of your trance.

"So?" He intones voice like chocolate sliding over you, he has an eyebrow raised. "does that fit to your standards, princess"

you have to work very hard to feign indifference, like you weren't just drooling over him like some- "m' not one of your groupies, ren", you scoff, "don't know why you care what i think about your stupid band"

he lets out a low whistle, eyes glinting at you, "so cold" he says, reaching forward to tug on a loose strand of your hair, "you were kinda looking like you wanted to be one of my groupies for a sec there", he teases, "coulda sworn i saw you clench your thighs. something you wanna confess?"

"If i was clenching anything," you huff, "it was my pearls, because you sound awful." he didn't. you know that, and he knows that, and if by the way he just grins at you says anything, he knows you're lying out of your ass right now, like he always does.

he tilts his head at you, "go on n tell me more lies, angel," he challenges, "it'll make everything so much better"

"It'll make what, better, jaeger?"

"when you finally crawl in my bed," he says casually, like its a fact waiting to happen, "I'll be sure to remember all that runnin' your smart mouth did"

#ask #sukuna thirst anon #SORRY I TOOK THIS AND RAN #IM BARKING #bully!eren #but also #band!eren #>>>new tag #eren jaeger smut #eren jaeger x reader

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taegyuun · 3 years

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paperwork

genre: fluff

pairing: niki x reader

word count: 1k+

we all know this boy is a DANCE MACHINEEEEE

kid can literally learn choreography in 10 minutes like what-

so y’know hes at the studio doing his things making up some new choreo just to mess around with

and then you come in like 👁👄👁

you open the door and see a boy around your age dancing

then you realise it’s the wrong room and you’re like whOOPS-

you actually had to hand in some stupid paperwork for sunghoon to sign for smth you genuinely had no idea what it was about

you barely listened tbh

only gathered that he had to sign it and that was about it

which meant you also missed the part where they said where sunghoon was located- specifically which dance room.

so here you were

looking through each room like an absolute FOOL trying to find the pretty boy just so he could sign some STUPID papers that probably weren’t even that important

you could go back up and just ask for the room number again using the excuse of “being new”

but nah too much effort and nOT THE EMBARRASSMENT-

so you carried on walking doing your thing

and here you are

watching niki pant from dancing

you’re like ????

hes like ????

you’re both like ????????

and then you slowly start to back away closing the door behind you without saying a thing and then it hits you

mans is in the same group as him omg hes gonna know sunghoons loCATION !!!

so you quickly open that bitch again and say

“so uh youre niki right? well by any chance do you know where sunghoon is? i have some uh- well uh- papers? idk man i got told to give them to him he had to sign smth and i kinda didn’t listen and now idk where the room is that hes in so like i’ve been walking ar-“

and then you’re cut off by a l o u d sigh

mans liITERALLY let every single atom of oxygen he had in his lungs leave his body

you stop rambling and look up at him again like ???

you’re clearly very curious in this but alrighty

and he goes

“sorry i have no idea who you are but if you’re trying to kiss his ass i gladly won’t tell you the door number ,,,, so if you don’t mind me i’ll be getting back to practice”

once again you’re like ??? did he not listen to a single word i said

so you go

“bro i literally don’t care for his looks or anything if that’s what you’re thinking about i literallt just have to give him some stupid papers i think it’s got to do with his ice skating shit idk i just need to find him asap my god-“

so this kid literally huffs again and this time walks over to you and swiftly grabs the papers and scans his eyes over them

now tbis makes him realise you’re not some weird stalker fan and actually just trying to do some sort of job

he quickly glances at you and almost

almost-

his legs give out.

bruh mans is tired from practice and on top of that you literally look like an angel

he literally almost passed out omf-

so you realise this kid is about to faint so you quickly catch him and gently lay him down on the floor

you’re like wtf is he good

you scan the room

look for smth that might help an overworked kid

and then see a water bottle

sO YOU SPRINT

mf SPRINT

to that water bottle and quickly get back to the poor boy

you make sure he has enough fluid in his body before starting to ask any questions

it seemed kinda uncomfy just to be laying on the hard ass floor so you place his head gently on your lap so baby is all comfy and :((

omg you’re like praying to god you didn’t do smth bad to the poor dude so you’re softly brushing away his hair from his slightly damp forehead and sitting him up so he can drink some water

he himself then sits up and looks at you then quickly looks away

BABY IS BLUSHINGHEUFIEIFIEOT

his HEAD JUST LAID ON A PRETTY PERSONS LAP ANDBAJFJAJF

OMGNSIFIS THEY TOUCHED HIS HAIR?/?-?;?2!4€1€:

yeah his hormones are all over the place and kid is malfunctioning after he literally just almost passed out but alright

you push his shoulders down so he was once again laying down thinking it’s for the best for him tk rest for a second

“what are you dojng-“

he was quite confused and his voice was pretty timid but he didn’t seem against the idea of once again laying in a pretty persons lap

so he just obliges and lays down

“lay down niki you need rest ok? even if it’s 5 minutes just chill for a bit”

so he gets more comfy and you end up playing with his hair again

and guess what

MY DARLING FALLS ASLEEP RIGHT THERE AND THEN !

baby was so tired and you was so comfy he just couldn’t help it :(((

no complains from you tho LMAOO

so you’re just chilling there playing with his hair and he is soundly sleeping, making sure he’s comfortable

and then you hear the door open-

you’re like uh shit 😀

turns out it’s only sunghoon and then you’re like oMG FINALLY JVE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU EVERYWHERE-

and then you realise niki is literally asleep on your rn 🙄

he softly stirs and turns to his side so now his face was facing your stomach with his arms wrapped around your waist

mans is cuddly when he sleeps-

sunghoon is looking at you two super confused bc hes seen you once or twice at the company but just thought you was some random person or one of the staffs relative or smth

yet here you are with some sort of paper work for him and one of his members in your lap???

but in the end he doesn’t think much of it and just thanks you for the paperwork and leaves

so you’re like 😳 once again bc what just happened

and then you look down and see nikis calm face and you just melt

baby is so cute i love him

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tornsuits · 3 years

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mechs timeline... or something

good evening gender identities! i’ve been thinking about the order the albums might have happened in, chronologically, and how events from some albums might have affected others! and now i have a whole long theory/headcanon about it, because i’m insane. so. here we are!

(obligatory disclaimer that i did make some assumptions about events that happened offscreen, and while they’re all based in actual canon, they are still, y’know, headcanons that shouldn’t just be taken as fact.)

so, typically the assumption is that the albums take place in the same order that they were released (ouatis udad hnoc tbi, with ttbt songs wherever they fit) which is possible (and probably correct tbh)! but this line from ‘ulysses’s will’ caught my attention:

Doesn’t matter there’s nothing beyond the City save the automated colonies that feed it and the empty black.

which could be interpreted a couple different ways, but the most literal being that there really is nothing beyond the city- there are no more habitable planets, & the city has taken over the last planets and is using them for maintaining the city (presumably). which, considering we know that there are many planets and other Things In Space in the mechsverse, probably means that udad is actually the last of the albums to take place, timeline-wise.

the only piece of evidence i could find directly contradicting this is that nastya went Out right before tbi, and was present (though offscreen) during udad. but time travel is an established thing in the mechsverse that we know the mechanisms have access to, so:

yes, udad happened last in linear time, but that doesn’t mean that it happened last in mechs time- in fact, if i were newly immortalized & could travel through time, the last human civilization is probably one of the first places i’d want to go. so the album release order is probably the order that the mechs visited these planets, even if that’s not the order they existed in, like, human history.

anyway! so what order did the albums take place in, then?

i’m gonna go out on a bit of a limb and say that i think tbi actually took place first! i know it’s usually considered to take place last because it was the last album to be released, (+ the thing in out i talked about already). but hear me out!

tbi took place first, after a good portion of, like, other things had already happened. what other things? i don’t know! the mechs probably didn’t write about them because they were actually happy, or unsatisfying, or whatever. so tbi is actually the first step to the destruction of the rest of the universe, and i’ll explain how that might have happened in a moment. (which actually explains why lyf saw notes that the mechs’ technology seems so alien- it was pretty early along in the timeline, compared to the rest of the albums).

so i’m working under the headcanon that the bifrost managed not only to destroy all of the yggdrasil system, but a good portion of the rest of the universe as well. it’s pretty easy to guess how the sudden disappearance of a whole system would lead to people going to investigate, which would lead to more people getting killed by the Rainbow Shit, and if anyone survived they’d probably bring bits of the Rainbow Shit back to their home planets, ect, ect. (also, not to delve too far into forbidden lore, but the void spreads.) so, the bifrost probably wiped out most of the civilizations in the universe.

but a few planets/systems survive- ones far enough away that they weren’t immediately affected, and were able to get word that Maybe Investigating This Is Not The Best Plan. which brings us to ouatis, which i think happened sometime after tbi (possibly around the same time or after as hnoc- i’m putting it first for organizational purposes, but it could go either way).

so the system from ouatis survives, & this is probably how old king cole was able to establish himself as an immortal tyrant, since there was a sudden lack of other governments to keep him in check/send support to citizens starting an uprising. this basically leaves old king cole free to colonize a good portion of the planets that weren’t destroyed by the bifrost. presumably the government collapes after king cole dies, (to quote the fiction, it most likely suffered ‘the most horrendous power vacuum and subsequent bloodshed the universe has ever seen’ which probably killed a good amount of the remaining citizens) and that’s another mass civilization down! fun times.

which actually ties very neatly into alice. it’s unlikely that the ouatis system (does it have a name? i can’t keep calling it the ouatis system i can’t) was able to completely escape the horrors of the bifrost, and might still have some residual effects in the areas that the void touched. the planet/moon from alice was probably an area heavily touched by the void, which might be why it’s Like That.

and then we get to hnoc, which, again, could have happened at any time around when ouatis was taking place. we know that they were never able to finish building the station, & that contact with the outside world was abruptly cut off in holder of the grail. so it’s not unlikely that the civilization, or at least part of it, was killed by the bifrost. (i mean, the other option is that they just, like, got bored with the station and ghosted an entire colony). the station survived due to previously mentioned lack of contact with the outside world, although this doesn’t last long.

which brings us to udad! unlike fort galfridian, i don’t think it was completely cut off from the rest of the universe- just far enough away, or relatively untouched, enough that it was still habitable. which is probably why it got so crowded- so many people were moving there after their home got destroyed by cosmic horror rainbows. there’s also something to be said about the fact that the city is modeled after the ‘roaring twenties,’ which was a time of innovation and celebration after recovering from disaster, but that might be reading too far into it.

but, while the city was mostly sheltered from the bifrost attack, it probably was still at least slightly touched by bifrost, similar to alice. which might be how we get things like orpheus being able to see the future in his dreams. hm! sounds familiar! it’s almost like someone else also apparently saw the future in their dreams and was connected to the void!

[ODIN] When I first built this train, this snaking engine of change, I could not have guessed that this is where the songs I dreamt of would lead.

haha. yep.

also, taking the epilogue into account and how ashes burned down the acheron, effectively killing the last life in the universe... and how they died at the very end of the universe, briefly the brightest thing in the universe... well. i’m not saying that when ashes died they were cast back forward to when they burned down the acheron for the first time but maybe that’s what i’m saying.

so, to recap: during the bifrost incident, the void leaks through into our world and destroys most of it. fort galfridian and king cole’s empire are some of the few surviors, due to lack of contact, although king cole couldn’t completely escape the bifrost. both of these civilizations fall, leaving the city as the only habitable place left, although also slightly touched by the bifrost. the city also eventually falls into ruin, and with it, the last humans in the known universe. and that’s how the world ends, i guess! woo.

again, don’t take this as canon or whatever- i’m just taking the vague scraps that the canon did give us and turning it into a story that makes sense, at least from my perspective. so, yeah!

#tumblr nerfed this the first time i tried to post it </3 if this doesn't post i stg #jay says words #the mechanisms #udad #hnoc #ouatis #tbi #alright im going to go for a long walk now. hopefully this is coherent

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densi-mber · 3 years

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Paramnesia

A/N: For today’s prompt. This particular scenario was suggested by @mashmaiden. Set in early season 4.

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“Agent Blye?”

Kensi groaned, pushing at the hand tapping her shoulder.

“Agent Blye, can you hear me?” the voice said more insistently.

“Where am I?” she mumbled, just barely able to open her eyes. Even that made her head pound.

“You’re in the hospital, ma’am,” the man explained. “I’m Nurse Jackson. I noticed you were waking up a few minutes ago.” Kensi gave the barest of nods, becoming increasingly confused. She didn’t remember scheduling any procedure. Actually, she couldn’t remember much of anything.

“What happened to me?” Lifting her hand, she frowned at the needle inserted in the back of her hand.

“Your vehicle crashed and turned over in a ditch this morning. You suffered a head injury, but your doctor can tell you more about that when you’re a little more settled.”

“Am I going to die?” she asked, squinting up at the nurse. Something started beeping loudly and he gently grabbed her hand.

“No, ma’am, the injury was not that severe. Please calm down.” She tried to take a couple breaths, instinctually knowing that she wouldn’t like the results if she couldn’t calm down on her own. When the monitor stopped beeping, Nurse Jackson added, “Your partner will be back soon. He had to step away to make a call.”

“My partner,” she mumbled. She didn’t remember having a partner either.

“Yes, Marty Deeks. He brought you in.” He checked her IV, glancing at her a couple times. “I’m going give you a dose of pain medication and I’ll let your doctor now you’re awake.”

Laying back down, she tried to force herself to remember something, repeating the name Marty Deeks in her mind until she felt calmer. A few minutes later, the door opened again.

“Oh my god, I’m so glad you’re awake,” said the man who walked through. He was tall with messy blonde hair that curled around his ears and a wide mouth that was currently narrowed with worry. Kensi felt something flutter in the pit of her stomach at the sound of his voice. As he drew closer, she noticed some blood smeared across his forehead.

He hesitated for a moment and then bent to hug her, the fluttering feeling increased and she wrapped her free arm around his neck. This was obviously Marty. It felt good, comforting to be in his arms.

“The nurse said we were in an accident,” she said, pushing herself up higher in the bed. She must have guessed right that he was there too because he nodded, his expression turning worried once more.

“Yeah, you don’t remember it?”

“Some of my memories are a little foggy,” Kensi hedged. She grabbed his hand and his eyes flew down to their linked fingers. “But my head barely hurts.” That was a bald-faced lie. “Can you get me out of here?”

“I don’t know, the doctor-“

“Please, Marty.” He arched an eyebrow at that and he shook his head, allowing a tiny smirk.

“You’re super cute when you beg Kensalina, but I think they’ll want to keep you for a while for observation. It was a pretty bad crash.”

“I just want to go home.,” Kensi murmured, pressing his hand to her lips.

“Ok, yeah, wow. Apparently that TBI made you a lot more affectionate that usual,” he said, his cheeks flushing just a little. It was pretty adorable.

“What, I’m not always affectionate with my husband?” she teased, looking right up into his gorgeous blue eyes. It felt normal, easy, and took away some of her discomfort at having absolutely no idea who this guy was.

“Husband?” He chuckled, turning away slightly before he rubbed his jaw. “Ok, yes, I’m definitely your husband. I uh, I want to talk to your doctor...about getting you released. Don’t go anywhere.”

He returned about five minutes later with the doctor in tow. While Marty stood in the background, the doctor, who introduced herself as Doctor Martinez, gave Kensi an amnesia test. At first it took her longer than she was proud of to come up with the simple answers to questions about the date and time, but then they became progressively easier as more information returned to her.

She even started to remember more about Marty.

The only things she couldn’t seem to remember were what happened directly before and after the accident. Dr. Martinez didn’t seem particularly worried about that and since she didn’t ask any questions about her personal life, Kensi didn’t volunteer the information.

“So, what does this mean?” Deeks asked, rubbing at his bottom lip. Kensi had noticed he had a habit of running his fingers through his hair, which made it even messier.

At some point during the exam, he’d taken her hand again. She was grateful for the support and didn’t mind the feel of his warm fingers gripping hers. “Is Kensi going to be alright? Does she need to stay in the hospital?”

“I want to look at her CT scan again, but I think she should be alright to go home,” Dr. Martinez said. “As long as she has someone to watch her the first couple days and nights for any changes.”

“Marty will be with me,” Kensi said, glancing up at him with a small smile. His own smile looked kind of odd, but she didn’t worry about it too much. She trusted him.

“Well, in that case, I’ll be fine with releasing you. And Mr. Deeks, her memory should return in a few days to a couple weeks. It’s an encouraging sign that her amnesia is already resolving.”

“Babe, can you take care of the paperwork?” The words sounded a little strange coming from her mouth, but she shook it off. Everything felt a little strange right now. Marty didn’t immediately answer, so she touched his stomach lightly to get his attention. He jerked, his eyes widening in surprise. “You’ll take care of the paperwork, right?”

“Uh sure, I’ll get started on that,” he muttered. She tipped her chin up expectantly and after a moment of hesitation, he leaned in and kissed her forehead.

***

“So, uh, what exactly do you remember about us?” Deeks asked as casually as he could, flicking a quick look at Kensi. She was propped up in the passenger seat with a couple of pillows, but other than the small bandage at her hair line, she didn’t seem that much worse for wear.

Oh, except for the fact that she apparently thought they were married. He wasn’t sure what had led her to believe that were in a relationship at all, but he hadn’t figured out a way to break the truth to her yet.

“We work together,” she began slowly, looking at him for confirmation, “at NCIS.”

“That’s right.” At least that was a start. Maybe with enough gentle leading, she would realize the truth.

“We met when when we were both undercover at a gym. We didn’t get along very well at first, but then we started working as partners.” She paused and glanced at him, her smile turning reminiscent.

“I think you thought I was pretty annoying and kind of idiot when we first met,” Deeks said, smirking at his own expense. “Still do sometimes to be honest.”

“Mm, but I love you anyway,” Kensi commented drowsily, reaching across the consul to run her fingers over his cheek. A shiver ran down his spine at the simple touch combined with her soft, almost dreamy expression . He wasn’t used to her touching him this much when it wasn’t followed by a sarcastic comment or the promise of violence.

“Uh...here we’re are.” He pulled into her driveway, and parked, grabbing her bag from the back and then helping her out. When he offered her his arm, she wrapped her arm around his neck instead, obviously expecting him to pick her up.

After a little fumbling, he had one arm around her waist and the other under her knees. Kensi once again didn’t seem to notice his discomfort and laid her head on his shoulder, sighing.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“My head hurts,” she mumbled. “And my back is kind of sore too. Maybe you can rub it for me.”

“Sure.” Deeks huffed out a laugh. God, this was like all his dreams come true but in totally the wrong way. He used the spare house key Kensi had given him a couple years ago for emergencies and carried her straight to her bedroom.

Despite their usual lack of boundaries and the number of times he’d hung out at her apartment, he rarely set foot inside her room. It was an unspoken line that neither of them was willing to cross, a sign of intimacy, which was now being completely trampled.

He set her on the bed and then grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of sweats from a pile by the door. Before she could ask for help with changing, he told her,

“I’m gonna check in with Hetty and let her know how you’re doing.”

“But you’re not leaving, right?” She checked, grabbing for his hand.

“Of course not,” he assured her, crouching down in front of her. “What if you tripped over a pile of clothes on your way to get a late night snack? I’d never forgive myself.”

“Shut up. And I promised I clean up the mess this weekend,” she said, rolling her eyes. “As soon as we get a break from work.”

“Kensi, I’m not going to let you clean anything while you have a concussion.” He started to stand again, but Kensi leaned forward, hugging him tightly.

“Thank you for taking such good care of me.” She dipped her head and he didn’t move as she gently kissed him. It was just a brush of lips, less than the kiss they shared while undercover. Somehow it was so much more. Clearing his throat noisily, he untangled her arms, and rushed into the living room, not caring if Kensi thought it was strange.

He quickly updated Hetty on Kensi’s status. Hetty gave him the rest of the day off without him even asking with instructions to take good care of “Ms. Blye”. He felt a twinge of guilt at that, but didn’t mention anything about Kensi’s memory lapse. The team would figure that out soon enough.

When he hung up, he fixed Kensi a bowl of soup and a small sandwich, remembering she hadn’t eaten since early that morning.

“Hey, I made you some food.” he said quietly as he walked back into her room with a tray balanced on one hand. Kensi was curled up in bed looking way too soft and drowsy-eyed for her own good. “I couldn’t find any twinkies or peanut butter cups, so it’s just plain old tomato basil.”

“I’m not hungry,” she said. He didn’t think that was a particularly good sign, but set the food to the side and crouched in front of her again. Just to be at eye level, he told himself.

“Ok, do you need anything else?” Kensi slid a hand out from under the covers and clumsily cupped his cheek.

“Just you.”

***

A/N: I played this like Kensi was remembering some bits from when they were undercover in Neighborhood Watch. And yes, there will be a part 2.

As always, I am not a medical expert or professional. Although I do try to do some research, this is just for fun and there’s bound to be some mistakes.

#densimber 2020 #densimber 4.0 #densi #ncis la fanfiction #densimber day 26 #light whump #by ejzah

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kjrosswrites · 3 years

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Trust, Dean Winchester & Wendigos- Part 1

Word count: 3409

Summary: Rylie gets a call from investigators wanting to know about her missing friend. They turn out to be Sam and Dean hunting a Wendigo. Rylie and Dean have a crush on each other. A little fluff. This is my first time posting any fanfics!! I’d appreciate any feedback. The character Rylie in this short story is similar to my MC in a manuscript I’m working on. ☺️ (also I’m really bad at titles 🤪)

My phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s an unknown number. I answer on the off chance it could be about my missing friend, Amber.

“Hello?” I answer, out of breath from my run.

“Is this Rylie Evans?” a man’s husky voice asks.

“It is.” I try to hide the fact that I’m out of breath.

“Do you mind if I ask you some questions about your missing friend?”

“Who is asking?” I know one week in to be more guarded. Some people will prey on those of us going through a hard time.

“Agent Tyler, Tennessee Bureau of Investigation.”

“I would be happy to speak with you, agent. Could we perhaps meet in person so that I can verify you’re who you say you are?”

“Of course, name the place.”

I give him the address of a coffee shop off I-40.

Two hours later, my hands are wrapped around a warm, steaming cup of coffee that I haven’t touched. My stomach is in knots. It’s been a long few days of moments like this, going over every detail of the last time I saw Amber and what I knew about her camping trip.

The door dings, I lookup to see two tall men in suits coming through it. I make eye contact with them to make sure they notice me.

I can’t help but notice that they’re both incredibly handsome, and don’t look like your typical agents. The shorter guy, though he has to be at least 6’1’’, has a little scruff on his face. The taller guy has medium length chestnut hair.

The man with darker brown hair and hazel eyes smiles at me softly. I shift in my seat.

“Do you happen to be Rylie Evans?” I hear his slight southern drawl that is definitely not Tennessean, again, and recognize it immediately.

I stand, extending my hand, “Agent Tyler?”

“You can call me Dean. This is my partner, Sam Kramer.”

Dean gestures for me to have a seat back in the booth. I reluctantly sit down. Regretting my choice of jeans and a flannel shirt, I tug at my curly auburn hair absentmindedly. Rubbing the ends of a strand between my chipped nail polished fingers.

Sam clears his throat, “So, Rylie, do you know where your friend was last seen?”

“Yes- as I’ve gone over with the Sheriff’s Department and the Park Rangers. She was camping at South Cumberland State Park. She was last seen by a park ranger there when she parked her car. I last saw her the day before that and I helped her pack.”

“Does she usually take solo backcountry camping trips?” Dean asks.

“No. She just went through a break-up. She wanted to clear her head and be alone. I tried to go with her.”

“I’m sorry that you have to feel that guilt, then.” Dean says.

The waitress comes and the men order their coffee.

I sip my coffee that’s finally cool enough to drink.

“Why would I feel guilty? Has there been a lead?” I meet Dean’s hazel eyes.

“Well, possibly. We have an idea. The reason the TBI is now involved is because it seems there’s a bit of a pattern of missing persons in this area.”

“You guys think it’s a serial killer?” I fight back tears.

“We don’t know- there’s odd circumstances. Have you heard anything out of the norm lately? Reports of hearing someone cry for help that didn’t seem quite right?” Sam asks.

“A man is trying to lure people by pretending to be hurt? No. I don’t understand.”

I’m frustrated now, and flustered. Dean’s hands are far too close to mine on this table. I pull mine back.

“I know it’s confusing, but we can’t give out too much information. Please, stay out of the woods at night and give us a call if you hear any grumblings.” Dean says as he puts a card on the table.

“Wait!” I nearly shout. The patrons near us turn to look. I blush.

“I’m sorry. I haven’t heard anything about other people going missing. Where are those reports coming from?” I ask, lowering my voice.

Sam and Dean exchange a look. “They’re coming from all along this region. Every few months, someone goes missing in a heavily wooded area. Along the Craighead Caverns cave system.” Dean says.

I blink, not understanding. “The caves have something to do with it?”

“Maybe. It’s complex.” Sam says, giving Dean a pointed look.

“So you called me here to ask me if I had heard of anyone being lured by someone pretending to be hurt?” I furrow my brow. “Is this come kind of joke? Preying on me because my best friend is missing? Y’all don’t even really look like cops.”

I get up to leave, genuinely upset now. I throw their card towards Dean and stomp off.

When I get to my car tears are properly flowing down my face. I’m fishing through my purse for my keys and I can’t find them.

Frustrated, I dump my bag onto the asphalt, bending down to search for them.

“Looking for these?” I hear Dean’s voice from behind me.

I whirl around, heat all over my face.

“You left them in the booth.” Dean stoops down to pick up the contents of my purse.

“I can do it- thank you.” I scoop it all back into my bag quickly.

“Here you go.” Dean holds out my keys, lipstick and pulls a handkerchief from his pocket.

I look at him incredulously. “I’m fine, thank you.” I wipe the tears from under my eyes with my hand.

He raises his eyebrows and takes a step back.

“Alright, look, you’re right to be upset. We are not really TBI. We’re hunters. We’re tracking a Wendigo.”

“Hunters?? What’s a wendigo?” I back away him.

“It’s a cryptid type thing. They hunt folks. Impersonate humans. You know all those things that have a lot of folklore and discourse? It’s all real. Vampires. Werewolves. Demons. We hunt them.”

“You think my friend was killed by a Wendigo?”

“Maybe, or something like it. Whatever it is- we don’t think it’s your standard Ted Bundy.” He pauses. “I’m sorry about your friend.”

“But- no remains have been found?” I question.

“If it’s what we think it is, there wouldn’t be. Her bags and tent were recovered right?” Dean looks towards my feet, staring at my worn down boots.

“Yes.” I say. My voice breaking again. Dean still has the hankie in his large hand. I look at it instead of his face.

“The other theory is she got lost? Would she do that without any supplies?” Dean looks up from the ground, I’m still staring at his hand.

“No. She wouldn’t. She’s smart.” A tear hits my face. I look up to meet Dean’s eyes with my green tear filled ones.

He extends the hankie again, a sympathetic look on his face. I take it this time and wipe away the tears. It smells like him, woodsy with a hint of whiskey.

“Thank you.” He nods at me like he’s done this a million times before.

“The lore about Wendigos is that they make their prey last. There could be a possibility of your friend being alive. I don’t want to give you false hope, but it’s possible.”

“How on earth could you find her?”

I search his face. I have an odd sense of comfort being near him. Like we’ve met before.

He clears his throat. “We’ve done it before. You have to go to the last place you think the thing was, to gank it.”

“Y’all are gonna go camping the same place she went missing? Are you insane?”

He grins. “Many people would say that I am, yes. That’s why we wanted to talk to you. Find out exactly where she was. We’ll go tomorrow night.”

“I couldn’t describe to you where her campsite was. I’d need to go back.”

Dean waggles his eyebrows. “Yeah we kinda figured that. Look, I know it’s a lot to ask. I’ll buy you beer and dinner tonight.”

“You want me to come hunting a mythical creature that I just found out existed-with you and your partner who are strangers to me for beer and dinner?” I laugh despite myself.

“He’s my brother, actually. No, you wouldn’t hunt. You’d just show us where the campsite is and go back home. We can’t have you in danger, too.”

“No way in hell am I going out there just to show you when my friend could be alive. I’ll stay. I can handle myself.”

Sam walks out of the coffee shop and throws his hands up at Dean. “What the hell, Dean? I thought you were coming back in.”

Sam stops short when he sees us. I’ve got my hands on my hips and Dean is standing a little too close to me.

Sam looks between us with a confused expression.

“No, Sammy. Rylie is going camping with us tomorrow night.”

“She is not.” Sam immediately rejects the idea.

“Y'all need me to show you where exactly she camped. The only way I’m doing that is if I stay, too. Otherwise you can forget it.”

Sam sighs heavily. “You told her what we’re hunting?”

Dean gives a small grin to his brother, shrugging. “She wasn’t going to help us unless we told the truth, Sammy.”

“So who’s buying my beer?” I smile, despite myself. Something about these boys is comforting now that I know the truth.

“Oh, that’s all you, Dean.” Sam claps his brother on the shoulder.

“Anywhere with a good pool table?” Dean looks at me.

“Yeah, I can text you the address and meet you there later. I need to do a few things. Can I text the number on the card?” Dean hands me the card back.

“Yep. We’ll see ya then.” Dean smiles at me, his dimples showing.

Butterflies stir in my stomach as I return the smile.

“See you then.”

I open the door to my Toyota Tacoma and climb in. I watch Sam and Dean cross the parking lot to a black 1967 Impala. I smile. My mom’s first car was an Impala. Sam and Dean’s is in perfect shape, though.

Three hours later I’m back in the truck heading to Joe’s bar and grill. I pull in and notice the Impala is already there. Dean had texted me back nearly immediately and said “See ya there, sweetheart.”

I walk through the doors wearing the jeans I was earlier, and a black long sleeved blouse. I see Sam at the pool table. Dean at a high top table off to the side.

There’s not many other people in here and I scan the room for familiar faces, as I’d rather my family not know I’m hanging out with two random guys.

Thankfully, I don’t see anyone I know. Dean makes eye contact with me and stands up. He grins, walking towards me. I observe his bow legged gait and can’t help but grin back.

I’ve always been a sucker for bow legged boys in flannel shirts. His shirt is red flannel and I notice a brown leather jacket hanging off the back of his chair.

“Hey there, whatcha drinkin?” He greets me.

I smile. “Hi, should probably stick to beer.”

“I got you. You look nice, by the way.”

I blush, “Thank you.”

“Go have a seat and watch Sammy hustle. I’ll get us beer.” He gestures to the table he was sitting at. I nod and cross the room to sit. Sam waves at me.

They both seem so comfortable here, as if they’re here all the time. That strikes me as odd, because I know people will be talking about this tomorrow. We have a population of maybe three thousand.

Dean walks over with three beers and sits next to me. “Thank you.”

I open my beer and take a sip.

Dean does the same, when he’s done he leans closer than necessary to say, “Are you sure you want to come with us tomorrow? The weather is supposed to be pretty cold.”

“I’m positive. She’d go if it were me.”

I flip my hair off my shoulder to my back as I take another sip of beer. Dean watches as I do this and I can see his jaw clench. I feel heat in my cheeks.

“How long have y’all been friends?”

“Since highschool.” I pick at the label on my beer bottle and suddenly feel so guilty for flirting with this guy when I should be focused on finding Amber.

“I hope we can find her. We see enough loss. It’d be nice to help a reunion happen.” Dean looks over to his brother.

I’m trying to not get choked up again so I follow his gaze just in time to see Sam win. The man he was playing looks upset as he hands over the money.

Sam walks over to us, “Money for dinner.” He grins.

“Hunting monsters doesn’t pay well?” I ask, eager for a subject change.

“Not jack.” Dean mutters.

“We do it because no one else does.” Sam explains.

“We lost our parents to monsters.”

“And too many damn friends.” Dean says. “That’s why I want to find yours, Rylie.” Dean stands and puts his hand on my shoulder.

“I hope we can.” I look up at him.

“Another round?” My beer is hardly touched but I agree and ask for a burger and fries too.

I quickly finish my beer while Dean is at the jukebox.

“Oh, here we go.” Sam smiles.

“Does he have bad taste in music?”

“Not bad, just, mostly dad rock.” Sam chuckles, his big dimples showing.

I smile back. Sam seems like a sweet guy. Then I hear Blue Oyster Cult start playing and I understand what Sam means.

Dean comes back, “Don't worry I picked several we can dance to, later.” He winks at me.

I smile back, blushing again.

“Since when do you dance?”

“Shut up, Sam. I love to dance.”

The next hour or so flies by and I find myself more and more comfortable with them. I have a huge crush on Dean, especially after he’s had a few drinks and being goofy.

I put a Taylor swift song on the jukebox and Sam is laughing.

“You still wanna dance to T-Swift?” I ask, holding out my hand.

Dean groans. “Fine. Because you asked.” He smiles.

He takes my hand and pulls me closer to him, hands on my waist.

I gasp at the quick change of movements and try to even my breathing. I look up at him. I’m 5’4 so my head barely reaches his chest. I try not to let my mind wander to how good it would feel to rest my head there.

It has been years since I’ve had this much genuine fun with a guy. I put my arms around his neck and sway to the music with him, smiling.

“See? I can get down to some T-Swift.” He smiles, gazing into my eyes.

I swallow. I want to lean up and kiss him. At that exact moment, someone changed the song to George Strait.

“Damn. We were just getting our stride.” Dean says.

“We were.” I reply.

His hands are still on my hips. He gives them the tiniest squeeze before he lets go, but I noticed it.

“Dean. I don’t want to be a buzzkill but we do have a long day ahead tomorrow. We really should get some sleep.” Sam says when we return to the table.

“You’re right.” I say.

Dean looks bummed. “Fine.”

“I’ll go pay.” Sam says.

I walk towards the door and realize I’m probably too buzzed to drive.

Dean opens the door to the parking lot and the cold hits us like a wall.

“Holy shit.” I say wrapping my arms around myself.

“Where’s your coat?” He asks.

“Didn’t bring one.” I grin.

“I’ll go start your car and you can sit in ours while it warms up?”

“That’s sweet. But about that, I don’t think I should drive home.”

He grins. “Too many beers?”

“A few.”

“We can take you home. Or you can bunk with us. I’ll make Sammy share his bed.”

I’m so tempted to take him on that offer. “You can take me home, thank you.” I smile.

I think about my mom seeing a classic car with two beautiful men in it dropping me off. We don’t live together, but I’m right across the street from her. I cringe at the thought.

“On second thought maybe I’ll bunk with y’all.” I say once we’re in the warmth of the Impala.

“What made you change your mind?” Dean turns around to look at me.

“My mom lives across the street. I’d rather y’all bring me back to my truck in the morning and then meet you where y’all are staying to go to the campsite.”

“Don’t want to explain who we are to your mom?”

“Yeah, I don’t think that conversation would go over too well.” I snort.

Sam opens the passenger door.

“My god it’s cold.” He mutters.

“Oh, hey Rylie, I didn’t know you were riding with us.”

“Too buzzed to drive, Sam.”

“And bunking in my bed.” Dean grins at his brother.

“What?”

“Sam she’s been through a lot the last week. This will be easier for her.”

“I’m sorry to intrude.” I almost whisper.

“Oh no, you’re okay. I just don’t want to have Dean the blanket hog in the bed.”

“I’m not opposed to sharing your bed.” I look at Dean.

Sam clears his throat and Dean has a shocked expression on his face.

“Oh-okay.” Dean stutters, blushing.

I smile, happy I finally surprised him.

“I can get my own room.”

“Don’t be silly, Sam. I’ll be fully clothed.”

At the motel, I turn on the TV and try to find something.

“I’m gonna head to the gas station to get supplies.” Sam says abruptly, walking out the door.

I blush. “He didn’t need to do that.”

“He didn’t?” Dean asks, sitting down next to me, our thighs touching.

I look over at him. “I’m not trying to get in your pants, Dean. Not that I’m saying no forever. I really like you, if you can’t tell. It’s just not the right time.” I put my hand on his knee.

“I get it.” He sighs.

I put my head on his chest and sigh. It feels like I thought it would, firm but soft. He smells so damn good.

He runs a hand through my hair. I pull back and look up at him. He moves his hand from my head to my chin, tilting it toward him. I close the distance between us and kiss him softly. He kisses me back, deepening the kiss. I move my hand up his leg slightly.

He breaks the kiss. I blink up at him, blushing. “Did I do something wrong?”

He chuckles. “Hell, no. It was too good. I need to break if we’re supposed to sleep next to each other tonight.”

“I don’t mean to lead you on-“

Dean puts his finger to my lips.

“You aren’t leading me on. You told me you didn’t want to have sex tonight. I wanted to kiss you. Even if you hadn’t prefaced it, we just met. I had no expectations.”

I hug him tightly without thinking.

“Thank you.” I whisper.

“You don’t need to thank me for respecting you. I’m sorry someone else made you feel like that.” He strokes my hair.

I lean up and kiss his cheek.

“I am actually super sleepy.” I say.

He chuckles. “Me too. Do you want to sleep in one of my shirts? I’m sure it’d be long enough.”

“Sure. Thanks.”

He rummages around his bag, tossing me a worn T-shirt. I go to the bathroom to change. It comes well below my butt and I don’t feel too exposed.

I climb in bed where Dean already is. I pull back the covers and see he didn’t change.

“You’re sleeping in jeans?”

He clears his throat. “Yeah, when we’re on the road I don’t change. I like to be ready.”

I nod, knowing there must be a reason behind that. He holds out his arm in a gesture for me to lay with him. I smile and scoot over. I fall asleep faster than I have since Amber went missing.

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1heartsickfics · 4 years

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hey could you write one where alex standall has an upset stomach and Charlie takes care of him? ty xx

“Well I think I’m gonna go, got some homework tonight,” Alex said as he stood up.

Everyone’s eyes turned to look at him, making him blush. He didn’t like being the center of attention, but he couldn’t stand to sit here with his friends anymore, he just wanted to go home. Alex looked at Charlie, who seemed just as surprised as the others, although he quickly recovered.

“Yeah, I should probably go too,” he stood up, grabbing both his and Alex’s empty coffee cups to throw away.

“See you guys later,” Alex said, nodding awkwardly as he stepped away from the table, turning towards the door.

“Bye!” Charlie called, following Alex out of monet’s after throwing away their trash.

As soon as they were out the door, Charlie wrapped his arm around Alex’s waist, pulling him close to him. Alex sighed, leaning his head against Charlie’s shoulder, which was odd for him to be so clingy.

“You okay?” Charlie asked softly.

“I don’t know,” Alex shrugged.

“What’s going on with you?” Charlie pressed carefully, not wanting to freak Alex out, which wasn’t hard to do.

“Something’s bothering my stomach I guess,” Alex said after a moment.

“Oh your tummy’s upset?” Charlie asked, reaching over to rest a hand on Alex’s stomach as they reached Charlie’s car.

“Yeah,” Alex shrugged away from him, cheeks burning red again.

“It’s been bothering you for a while hasn’t it?” Charlie asked, opening the door for Alex.

“I guess so,” Alex said noncommittally, carefully climbing into the passenger seat.

“You could’ve told me,” Charlie said after walking around to get into his own seat.

Alex shrugged, staring out the window. Charlie sighed, figuring he should be happy that Alex had told him at all. He was such a private person that it was really hard to know what was going on with him sometimes. It was understandable of course, he’d been through so much, but he still wished Alex trusted him a little more.

“Do you want me to take you home or do you want to go back to my house?” Charlie asked after receiving no response.

“Home,” Alex answered.

“Standall home it is,” Charlie said as he started the engine, backing out of the parking lot and pulling onto the street.

They drove in silence for a while, Alex curled up in his seat, head against the window, while Charlie glanced worriedly at him every few minutes. Alex had a hand resting on his stomach, rubbing gently back and forth every so often.

“Do you feel okay other than your tummy?” Charlie asked, breaking the silence.

“Please don’t use that word Charlie, it’s weird,” Alex sighed, groaning.

“Okay, sorry. Other than your ‘stomach’ do you feel okay?” he amended.

“Yeah,”

Charlie reached over and pressed the back of his hand to Alex’s forehead, checking for a fever. Alex had been acting weird all day, the more he thought about it, he could’ve been sick.

“I’m not sick Charlie, it’s just an upset stomach,” Alex sighed.

“Okay, okay,” Charlie held his hands up in mock surrender. He turned onto Alex’s street, pulling into the driveway and parking the car.

Charlie got out, walking around quickly to the other side of the car to open Alex’s door for him. He grabbed Alex’s arm to help him out of the car. Alex gave him a hard look, but didn’t push him away. He let himself be helped out of the car, then leaned into his boyfriend’s chest as Charlie shut the door behind him.

“You okay?” Charlie asked when Alex groaned softly into his chest.

“Yeah, just not feeling so good right now I guess,” Alex answered quietly.

“Something you ate?”

Alex shook his head, “This happens sometimes, every since the TBI. They said it’s normal,” he shrugged.

“Okay,” Charlie said, “Let’s get you inside,” he continued, wrapping his arm around Alex’s shoulders and steering him up the driveway towards the door.

He waited while Alex pulled out his keys and unlocked the front door, then carefully ushered him inside, stepping in behind him and shutting the door. He kept his arm firmly wrapped around Alex as he kicked off his shoes and peeled off his jacket.

Alex’s dad appeared in the doorway a moment later, “You okay buddy?”

“Stomach’s bothering me again,” Alex shrugged.

“Aw man, I’m sorry bud,” Deputy standall frowned sympathetically. “Thanks for getting him home Charlie,” he added, addressing his son’s boyfriend.

“Of course, sir, anytime,” Charlie said, giving Alex’s shoulder a squeeze before retracting his arm. He placed a hand on the doorknob, preparing to leave, when Alex grabbed his arm.

“Is it alright if he stays for a little bit Dad?” Alex asked.

“Oh, sure yeah. Just leave the door open, you know the rules,” his dad answered, nodding at them.

“Thanks,” Alex said as Charlie kicked off his own shoes, too stunned to say anything. He’d never thought Alex would want him to stay with him while he didn’t feel well, he’d seemed embarrassed enough just talking about it with him.

But he followed Alex back to his bedroom, pulling his jacket off and setting it on the desk as he walked in. He crawled into Alex’s bed, where he was already laying, sat up against the headboard with his legs crossed in front of him.

“My stomach hurts Charlie,” Alex whined, scooting closer to lay his head on Charlie’s chest.

“Is there anything I can do?” Charlie asked, wrapping his arm around Alex, still stunned by his behavior.

“Just hold me,” Alex said so quietly it was almost inaudible, but Charlie knew what he meant. So he wrapped his other arm around Alex too, holding him and stroking his hair until he fell asleep.

That was where Alex’s dad found them about an hour later, Alex still asleep on Charlie. The deputy had smiled softly at them, chuckling at the way Charlie’s face turned red from being caught cuddling by his boyfriend’s dad. But he had just quietly helped Charlie move out from under Alex without waking him, so he could be home before curfew.

“Thanks for staying Charlie,” the deputy said as Charlie was putting his shoes back on.

“Anything for Alex,” he responded chivalrously.

“Have a good night,” Alex’s dad responded with a smile as Charlie opened the door.

“You too Mr. Standall,” Charlie said, then stepped outside, pulling the door shut behind him. He couldn’t even believe what had just happened.

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