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From Claire
Sep. 6th, 2009 10:53 pmYour Inner European is Dutch! |
 Open minded and tolerant. You're up for just about anything. |
Hank was really reluctant to use the word. Partly because it meant something, partly because she wasn't sure it fit...partly because it scared her, just a little. Vampires and demons were no big deal, but find herself a girlfriend and she was shaking in her shoes.
But she wasn't. Just because they were sleeping together didn't mean anything. They were best friends. And having sex. And studying together all the time, and okay so maybe they had dinner a few times after that night...
Sighing, Hank dragged her bike into the elevator leading up to her floor and scowled at herself.
Somehow, she'd ended up with a girlfriend, and with a little effort she was going to figure out exactly how it was all that blonde bimbo's fault.
She was still mostly annoyed-only-not when she unlocked the door of their suite and rolled her bike in, easily hoisting it up to sit in the rack mounted on the wall. Dropping her bags, she stormed straight to Claire's bedroom, walked in without knocking, and flopped down in bed to stretch out beside Claire, who was torn between the notes in her lap and whatever show she had playing on TV to distract herself from the work she needed to do. She was silent, just laying their side by side with the other girl for a good long while until...
"Pinky? Are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
But she wasn't. Just because they were sleeping together didn't mean anything. They were best friends. And having sex. And studying together all the time, and okay so maybe they had dinner a few times after that night...
Sighing, Hank dragged her bike into the elevator leading up to her floor and scowled at herself.
Somehow, she'd ended up with a girlfriend, and with a little effort she was going to figure out exactly how it was all that blonde bimbo's fault.
She was still mostly annoyed-only-not when she unlocked the door of their suite and rolled her bike in, easily hoisting it up to sit in the rack mounted on the wall. Dropping her bags, she stormed straight to Claire's bedroom, walked in without knocking, and flopped down in bed to stretch out beside Claire, who was torn between the notes in her lap and whatever show she had playing on TV to distract herself from the work she needed to do. She was silent, just laying their side by side with the other girl for a good long while until...
"Pinky? Are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
[fic] breaking hearts... (Hank/Claire)
Aug. 27th, 2009 12:06 amNOTE: Claire is ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
girl_ofsecrets and is used with permission and love. Future AU!crack, Hank is eighteen going on nineteen and Claire's just turned twenty. The two are in college and, wonder of wonders, roommates.
Like the first time, it started with a six pack on Claire’s birthday…well, close. Claire’s twentieth birthday birthday was in August, and school started the middle of the first week of September.
Still, they were together again and it felt better than good, it felt right. They were roommates, they had the same Sociology, Chem II, and Anatomy classes together, and all the girls in the dorm were really cool to her. Probably because she was Claire’s best friend…but it still felt good. She was college bound with her homegirl. It was…almost normal.
“Pinky? Are you pondering what I’m pondering?”
“I think so, Brain…but where are we gonna find rubber pants our size?”
( ..... )
girl_ofsecrets and is used with permission and love. Future AU!crack, Hank is eighteen going on nineteen and Claire's just turned twenty. The two are in college and, wonder of wonders, roommates.Like the first time, it started with a six pack on Claire’s birthday…well, close. Claire’s twentieth birthday birthday was in August, and school started the middle of the first week of September.
Still, they were together again and it felt better than good, it felt right. They were roommates, they had the same Sociology, Chem II, and Anatomy classes together, and all the girls in the dorm were really cool to her. Probably because she was Claire’s best friend…but it still felt good. She was college bound with her homegirl. It was…almost normal.
“Pinky? Are you pondering what I’m pondering?”
“I think so, Brain…but where are we gonna find rubber pants our size?”
( ..... )
1 - Dad (big_callahan)...his name is Cain. He's a doctor...surgeon or some shit, but he does the trauma thing real well. He's a hunter, like most everyone else in my family. Thing that gets me most about him is his personality...he's an asshole. My mom was totally cool, but Pops...okay, he's cool, too, but a total prick. It's like...now I know where I got to be such a goddamn bitch, y'know?
2 - Mom-In-Waiting (baileigh_solis)...her name is Bee. Baileigh, actually. She's a Slayer, just like me. She's got great hair, way too perky for me, and she makes my dad totally happy...they're engaged and shit, it's totally sickening. Plus? Well...if my real mom can't be alive, I'm glad I have her. Even if she does try to make me shoe shop with her...when I need help, she's there. Always...and I love her. Fuck it.
3 - Aunt Kiki (little_callahan). Valkyrie's her full name, but who the fuck's gonna call her that? She's my dad's sister, and talks weird. She was born in the UK, but raised in Detroit, so she's got this funky fucked up accent. She's almost as perky as Bee, but a little more aggro...also a hunter, like Dad, and she was almost a cop. She's good people, though...most cops I know are pigs.
4 - Uncle Max (m_carter)...or just Carter. He's weird...dude's a werewolf, and he's currently sticking it to my Aunt Kiki. He's cool, though, controls himself during the full moon and shit. He's old as balls, and just as nasty. But he's a lot like my dad, really cool. And he loves my aunt...that's good for her, 'cause she's had a seriously shitty hand dealt her. Y'know...except for getting to be in this family. That helped her. And me.
5 - Uncle Jules (middle_callahan). Julius...he's an artist. He'll tell you contractor, he's full of shit. He works with wood, mostly, and he's really good. He gets really crazy and makes me and Bee these kickass stakes...all ornate and shit. He's really mellow and totally cool...talks sense into Dad and makes Kiki stop flailing and think when she gets all worked up. I can hang with him and just be me...like he doesn't get all warped when I talk about biology at school and stuff. Doesn't make me feel like a brain, which I hate.
6 - Aunt Blakely...Blake to her face, or she wigs. She's Aunt Kiki's biological sister...Dad, Kiki, and Jules are all adopted. Kiki's biological pops slept around, though, so Blake's her kid sister. Blake's amazingly mellow...kinda gruff, like Dad, but no bullshit. I can talk to her about the stuff Bee and Kiki would flail over and Dad would freak about. She's also this wicked badass psychic...I'm just glad she's a good guy.
7 - Liv (liv_alittle). She's Olivia...and technically? She's my aunt, too. But she's only, like, a year or so older than I am. More from Daddy Dearest...she's a good pal, though, more like a cousin. Music student, as hot as I wish I were, kind of a bookworm. That's okay, though...she's learning to fight, a little at a time, and it's nice to not be the only minor around, ya feel me?
8 - Dalt-Man (dcprescott), aka my Great Uncle Dalton. He's Kiki, Blake, and Liv's uncle, so...yeah. He's a freelance journalist, totally British, and a total tool. But I can deal with him...he's a recovering alcoholic, and he's doing really well. We're all proud of him. He's also one of the few people in this joint not wigging over me dating...at least not publicly.
9 - Mom...Naomi Garrison. She died of pancreatic cancer about...Jesus, it's been almost a year. She was really cool...worked at the same diner I did for a while, before I left looking for my dad. She always told me about him, that's why I got his name even though Dad wasn't around most of my life. She left him, see. Anyway, she was a good mom, and losing her fucking sucked. I still miss her.A fucking lot.
10 - Joe Bartlett (joebartlett)...fuck it if he's my boyfriend, he's still fucking family. Joe's the stepson of the girl the Dalt-Man is currently fucking. He is, also, my bitch my boyfriend, so no looking or touching. He's hot, he's cool, and he doesn't freak just because I can whup him in a fight.
There's way more, like Peter, Angelica, Lauren...but hey, I got ten slots, and my family's way too fucking big. Sue me.
Henrietta "Hank" Callahan
Buffy the Vampire Slayer (OC)
big_callahan)...his name is Cain. He's a doctor...surgeon or some shit, but he does the trauma thing real well. He's a hunter, like most everyone else in my family. Thing that gets me most about him is his personality...he's an asshole. My mom was totally cool, but Pops...okay, he's cool, too, but a total prick. It's like...now I know where I got to be such a goddamn bitch, y'know?2 - Mom-In-Waiting (
baileigh_solis)...her name is Bee. Baileigh, actually. She's a Slayer, just like me. She's got great hair, way too perky for me, and she makes my dad totally happy...they're engaged and shit, it's totally sickening. Plus? Well...if my real mom can't be alive, I'm glad I have her. Even if she does try to make me shoe shop with her...when I need help, she's there. Always...and I love her. Fuck it.3 - Aunt Kiki (
little_callahan). Valkyrie's her full name, but who the fuck's gonna call her that? She's my dad's sister, and talks weird. She was born in the UK, but raised in Detroit, so she's got this funky fucked up accent. She's almost as perky as Bee, but a little more aggro...also a hunter, like Dad, and she was almost a cop. She's good people, though...most cops I know are pigs.4 - Uncle Max (
m_carter)...or just Carter. He's weird...dude's a werewolf, and he's currently sticking it to my Aunt Kiki. He's cool, though, controls himself during the full moon and shit. He's old as balls, and just as nasty. But he's a lot like my dad, really cool. And he loves my aunt...that's good for her, 'cause she's had a seriously shitty hand dealt her. Y'know...except for getting to be in this family. That helped her. 5 - Uncle Jules (
middle_callahan). Julius...he's an artist. He'll tell you contractor, he's full of shit. He works with wood, mostly, and he's really good. He gets really crazy and makes me and Bee these kickass stakes...all ornate and shit. He's really mellow and totally cool...talks sense into Dad and makes Kiki stop flailing and think when she gets all worked up. I can hang with him and just be me...like he doesn't get all warped when I talk about biology at school and stuff. Doesn't make me feel like a brain, which I hate.6 - Aunt Blakely...Blake to her face, or she wigs. She's Aunt Kiki's biological sister...Dad, Kiki, and Jules are all adopted. Kiki's biological pops slept around, though, so Blake's her kid sister. Blake's amazingly mellow...kinda gruff, like Dad, but no bullshit. I can talk to her about the stuff Bee and Kiki would flail over and Dad would freak about. She's also this wicked badass psychic...I'm just glad she's a good guy.
7 - Liv (
liv_alittle). She's Olivia...and technically? She's my aunt, too. But she's only, like, a year or so older than I am. More from Daddy Dearest...she's a good pal, though, more like a cousin. Music student, as hot as I wish I were, kind of a bookworm. That's okay, though...she's learning to fight, a little at a time, and it's nice to not be the only minor around, ya feel me?8 - Dalt-Man (
dcprescott), aka my Great Uncle Dalton. He's Kiki, Blake, and Liv's uncle, so...yeah. He's a freelance journalist, totally British, and a total tool. But I can deal with him...he's a recovering alcoholic, and he's doing really well. We're all proud of him. He's also one of the few people in this joint not wigging over me dating...at least not publicly.9 - Mom...Naomi Garrison. She died of pancreatic cancer about...Jesus, it's been almost a year. She was really cool...worked at the same diner I did for a while, before I left looking for my dad. She always told me about him, that's why I got his name even though Dad wasn't around most of my life. She left him, see. Anyway, she was a good mom, and losing her fucking sucked. I still miss her.
10 - Joe Bartlett (
joebartlett)...fuck it if he's my boyfriend, he's still fucking family. Joe's the stepson of the girl the Dalt-Man is currently fucking. He is, also, There's way more, like Peter, Angelica, Lauren...but hey, I got ten slots, and my family's way too fucking big. Sue me.
Henrietta "Hank" Callahan
Buffy the Vampire Slayer (OC)
"Pops?"
He was in his and Baileigh's room, stripping off his shirt, spattered lightly with surgical grime. He stank a little of soap and alcohol and shit...she'd gotten used to it in the time she'd been around him. It was actually starting to be a familiar, comforting smell...kind of like her mother's old Elizabeth Arden perfume.
Cain jerked his chin at her, turning to face her with his hands on his hips and his features set in a scowl. "Yo...'sup, babe?"
Sporting the same scowl, Hank walked into the room and up to him...then in a move that felt way better than it should have, hopped up on the bed and stood next to Cain, wrapping her arms around his neck and hanging on him slightly. His bare skin was warm through her clothes, his solid muscle hard against her body. He was a wall of warmth and strength...and safety.
All for her.
"Will you do the quiz on my blog? Mom's got some perfume she'll give me if ya do." she declared bluntly.
"What? No fuckin' way..."
"Oh, what's yer trauma? It's not that bad!" she protested.
"It's stupid shit, and I don't wanna." he growled, narrowing his eyes at her as one hand reflexively went to rest against her waist...steadying her, balancing her. Looking after her without even thinking about it, like he'd been there all along.
"I hate 'em, too, but I want that perfume." she shot back, the arms around Cain's neck tightening...she was no longer hanging, but hugging, resting her head on his shoulder. "It's two fucking seconds, quit yer bitching."
"I ain't bitching...you playing me?"
"Yes."
"Jesus Christ...fucking fine. Soon as I shower, I just got off my shift."
Smirking, Hank lifted her head and kissed his cheek. "You're the shit, Pops...the motherfuckin' man."
The hand on her waist slid around to hook her in a hug, embracing her briefly. "Whatever, brat. Get out, I want a shower."
Hank released him long enough to step off the bed, then impulsively hugged him for real. Arms around his waist, she rested her head against his broad, hairy chest, listening to his heart for a second.
"I love you, ya know. You're kind of the best thing that ever happened to me."
She felt his arms go around her...then his lips against the top of her head. "Love you too, Henrietta. And you fucking awe the shit out of me."
She held on for a couple of minutes before drawing back and walking out of the room...and out of her father's arms, where she didn't mind if she was Henrietta just long enough to feel just how much she was loved.
He was in his and Baileigh's room, stripping off his shirt, spattered lightly with surgical grime. He stank a little of soap and alcohol and shit...she'd gotten used to it in the time she'd been around him. It was actually starting to be a familiar, comforting smell...kind of like her mother's old Elizabeth Arden perfume.
Cain jerked his chin at her, turning to face her with his hands on his hips and his features set in a scowl. "Yo...'sup, babe?"
Sporting the same scowl, Hank walked into the room and up to him...then in a move that felt way better than it should have, hopped up on the bed and stood next to Cain, wrapping her arms around his neck and hanging on him slightly. His bare skin was warm through her clothes, his solid muscle hard against her body. He was a wall of warmth and strength...and safety.
All for her.
"Will you do the quiz on my blog? Mom's got some perfume she'll give me if ya do." she declared bluntly.
"What? No fuckin' way..."
"Oh, what's yer trauma? It's not that bad!" she protested.
"It's stupid shit, and I don't wanna." he growled, narrowing his eyes at her as one hand reflexively went to rest against her waist...steadying her, balancing her. Looking after her without even thinking about it, like he'd been there all along.
"I hate 'em, too, but I want that perfume." she shot back, the arms around Cain's neck tightening...she was no longer hanging, but hugging, resting her head on his shoulder. "It's two fucking seconds, quit yer bitching."
"I ain't bitching...you playing me?"
"Yes."
"Jesus Christ...fucking fine. Soon as I shower, I just got off my shift."
Smirking, Hank lifted her head and kissed his cheek. "You're the shit, Pops...the motherfuckin' man."
The hand on her waist slid around to hook her in a hug, embracing her briefly. "Whatever, brat. Get out, I want a shower."
Hank released him long enough to step off the bed, then impulsively hugged him for real. Arms around his waist, she rested her head against his broad, hairy chest, listening to his heart for a second.
"I love you, ya know. You're kind of the best thing that ever happened to me."
She felt his arms go around her...then his lips against the top of her head. "Love you too, Henrietta. And you fucking awe the shit out of me."
She held on for a couple of minutes before drawing back and walking out of the room...and out of her father's arms, where she didn't mind if she was Henrietta just long enough to feel just how much she was loved.
Stolen from Future Mom
Apr. 2nd, 2008 03:47 pmWhat Your Peanut Butter And Jelly Sandwich Means |
 Your eating style is gluttonous. If you like something, you're going back for seconds... no matter how full you are! You don't really have a sweet tooth. If you go for dessert, you tend to go for something light. Your taste in food tends to be pretty flexible. You may crave sushi one night, and your favorite childhood recipe the next. You're a self loathing middle class person. You act a lot classier than you are, and you secretly feel like a fraud. You are a tough person who isn't afraid to live life fully. There isn't a lot that scares you. You are laid back and extremely easygoing. You never make a fuss, and you try to enjoy every moment. |
Okay, half that crap? Not even remotely true.
Freaks.
[RP] Homework and Boy Crazy Blues
Feb. 18th, 2008 01:32 pmThe second Hank read that Olivia's door was open, she cursed to herself and shut her laptop part way, clambering to her feet. "Dad! I'll be in Liv's room!" she called out through the open door.
"You don't finish that assignment, there's gonna be hell to pay, kid!" he barked just before she unceremoniously shut the door.
"Whatever, motherfucker." she huffed under her breath, grabbing her laptop bag and her schoolbooks before padding down the corridor to Liv's room. She was really starting to hate the fact that everything everyone had to say about her was spot on...being known that well again was a little unnerving.
Liv was a band geek and annoying as shit...but she was also easygoing, and just as clueless as Hank most of the time, without being at a total loss. The two of them could swap advice that would either fail or fly, and all without the stupid adult bullshit getting in the way.
Without even bothering to announce herself, Hank got the door open to Olivia's room without knocking and kicked it shut, moving over to drop her stuff on the table.
"Okay...you're a fucking moron." she declared without preamble, pointing at Olivia for emphasis when she had a hand free. "You're a goddamn fool, and you need to be sterilized so you don't procreate and shit. You have *not* been flirting with that dumb motherfucker."
"You don't finish that assignment, there's gonna be hell to pay, kid!" he barked just before she unceremoniously shut the door.
"Whatever, motherfucker." she huffed under her breath, grabbing her laptop bag and her schoolbooks before padding down the corridor to Liv's room. She was really starting to hate the fact that everything everyone had to say about her was spot on...being known that well again was a little unnerving.
Liv was a band geek and annoying as shit...but she was also easygoing, and just as clueless as Hank most of the time, without being at a total loss. The two of them could swap advice that would either fail or fly, and all without the stupid adult bullshit getting in the way.
Without even bothering to announce herself, Hank got the door open to Olivia's room without knocking and kicked it shut, moving over to drop her stuff on the table.
"Okay...you're a fucking moron." she declared without preamble, pointing at Olivia for emphasis when she had a hand free. "You're a goddamn fool, and you need to be sterilized so you don't procreate and shit. You have *not* been flirting with that dumb motherfucker."
[MGW] 08 - How well do you know yourself?
Jul. 25th, 2007 01:26 pmI know myself fine, thanks for asking.
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Truth is, I don’t have any fucking clue who I am, because I don’t have any fucking clue about my family...paternal, anyway. It’s been about three weeks since Mom died, and about a week and four days since I got into this fucking mess with Callahan.
I came looking for him to get help with my emancipation. But I think I also just wanted to meet him, y’know? Fill in all the holes Mom couldn’t when I was growing up. But now I’m fucking stuck in this mess with all these crazy people who suddenly want to be my family and shit. I don’t know what the hell to do.
And my father? Craziest fucker of them all. I mean...one minute he’s cool, talking about all these great concerts he’s been to and the monsters he’s killed, and the next? He’s fucking grounding my ass for *three weeks* for cussing him out. And you know what getting grounded is when this dick is your dad and you’re on the road? No going out. No radio in the car. No TV or cell phone.
And worst of all? No chasing fang. I mean...how harsh is *that?*
Cain called Social Services back home, but so did I...I pretended to be my own social worker. Somebody reported him missing or some shit back home, so the courts won’t turn me over to him until a DNA test gets done. They say he can act as my guardian pro tem, though...least ‘til the test is done, and the custody hearing is over with. That was initially scheduled for the first of next month, but the test may push it off. I don’t know.
But if it don’t? I got another week to deal with this asshole riding me like a fucking pony.
Still...hanging with him does explain a *lot* about me. He’s obviously the reason I’m such a bitch. He’s also a doctor...maybe that’s why I’m such a science whiz and stuff. And he hunts things that live in the dark...maybe that’s how I got to be a Slayer or something.
I have his nose. And his eyes. I fucking look like him...only thing I ever shared with Mom was my hair color.
And aside from being a royal dick...he’s okay. He seems like he really does want me here, and I wasn’t expecting that. Real good to his family, too...and they’ve all been pretty cool about everything.
Okay, so my dad’s not bad. But he threw a wrench in all my fucking plans and now I don’t know what to do.
I was going to make my own way...be my own woman. *That’s* fucking who I was supposed to be.
Now that I’m stuck with my dad...I can just be myself again.
And I don’t know how to handle that.
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Muse: Henrietta "Hank" Callahan
Fandom: BtVS (OC)
Words: 489
[private]
Truth is, I don’t have any fucking clue who I am, because I don’t have any fucking clue about my family...paternal, anyway. It’s been about three weeks since Mom died, and about a week and four days since I got into this fucking mess with Callahan.
I came looking for him to get help with my emancipation. But I think I also just wanted to meet him, y’know? Fill in all the holes Mom couldn’t when I was growing up. But now I’m fucking stuck in this mess with all these crazy people who suddenly want to be my family and shit. I don’t know what the hell to do.
And my father? Craziest fucker of them all. I mean...one minute he’s cool, talking about all these great concerts he’s been to and the monsters he’s killed, and the next? He’s fucking grounding my ass for *three weeks* for cussing him out. And you know what getting grounded is when this dick is your dad and you’re on the road? No going out. No radio in the car. No TV or cell phone.
And worst of all? No chasing fang. I mean...how harsh is *that?*
Cain called Social Services back home, but so did I...I pretended to be my own social worker. Somebody reported him missing or some shit back home, so the courts won’t turn me over to him until a DNA test gets done. They say he can act as my guardian pro tem, though...least ‘til the test is done, and the custody hearing is over with. That was initially scheduled for the first of next month, but the test may push it off. I don’t know.
But if it don’t? I got another week to deal with this asshole riding me like a fucking pony.
Still...hanging with him does explain a *lot* about me. He’s obviously the reason I’m such a bitch. He’s also a doctor...maybe that’s why I’m such a science whiz and stuff. And he hunts things that live in the dark...maybe that’s how I got to be a Slayer or something.
I have his nose. And his eyes. I fucking look like him...only thing I ever shared with Mom was my hair color.
And aside from being a royal dick...he’s okay. He seems like he really does want me here, and I wasn’t expecting that. Real good to his family, too...and they’ve all been pretty cool about everything.
Okay, so my dad’s not bad. But he threw a wrench in all my fucking plans and now I don’t know what to do.
I was going to make my own way...be my own woman. *That’s* fucking who I was supposed to be.
Now that I’m stuck with my dad...I can just be myself again.
And I don’t know how to handle that.
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Muse: Henrietta "Hank" Callahan
Fandom: BtVS (OC)
Words: 489
