Everybody needs a hobby.

Pancake enthusiast, serial killer and president wannabe.

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Gabriel “Sylar” Gray porn pack (insp)

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beastlyinsides started following you

"Who’re you, creepy?"

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Sylar arched an eyebrow at him. "Creepy? What about me says that I'm creepy? I could be your regular Joe for all you know. Who are -you-?"

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Gray matters

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Gabriel woke up in a panic. His bed was covered in a large sunbeam, and the heat of it baking into him made it hard to breathe. He threw the blankets off and hopped out of the bed, disoriented at first until he remembered where he was and staggered into his bathroom to throw up. He sank onto his knees on the cool slick ceramic tile and hugged the bowl while he lost what little was left in his stomach again. 

“I killed her. Oh god. I killed that girl.”  His hands were clean, but he could still swear that he saw blood on them. He got up, trembling and splashed his face with cold water and rinsed out his mouth. When he looked in the mirror he was wild-eyed, and his hair was sticking up all over the place. His chin was covered in stubble, and he looked so much like Sylar that it was frightening. 

He closed his eyes and slumped over the sink. He didn’t know what to do other than to beg God to forgive him for what he’d done. Gabriel stripped off his pajamas—that he didn’t remember putting on to begin with—and climbed into the shower. Then once he was shaved, dressed and groomed he slipped out of his bedroom and into the kitchen to get a glass of water. He needed to go to church, but he didn’t want to wake Sylar. He also didn’t know where the nearest church was. 

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Gabriel didn't need to worry about waking Sylar. He was already in the kitchen when Gabriel arrived, making pancakes. There was already a rather impressive pile of them, placed in equal portions on two plates. "Morning sleepyhead. Hope you're hungry."

He knew that it was unlikely for Gabriel to be hungry now. He remembered the morning after blues, the need to scrub his hands until they were clean, the urge to crawl into a church and confess everything. But Sylar was determined to not let Gabriel do anything that stupid. Fuck no, not on his watch.

"Set the table, will you? Get the juice from the fridge. There's fresh coffee over there." Keeping him busy would be key and Sylar had more than one plan lined up to pass the day. The week too if needed.

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Adventures in time traveling

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Dean was listening, he had to listen, not because he wanted to or he cared, but because he had to be on the look out and on guard around this guy. So he didn’t seem to be anything out of this world. The  hunter had already come to that conclusion when the guy had said he wouldn’t press charges blah blah blah. It was strange, though, because he still felt wary around the guy.

Dean was ready to try and push the Impala back on the road by himself, but hey the guy was offering, why the hell not? The guy had already gone inside the car, so Dean popped his head by the driver’s seat window and accepted the help.

"Fine, you push on one side, I’ll push on the other." He waited for the man to step out of the car again and while he did he whispered something to the Impala, “Don’t worry baby it’s going to be ok." Of course it was. Once he was sure the guy was ready he continued, “at the count of three we both push ok?" He put his hands on the bumper and began to count. “One… Two… Three." He began to push and was a little surprised how much easier it was with two people.

Hey… Finally setting his stubborness aside did something good for him. As soon as the Impala was on the road Dean gave the man a big smile. “Thanks man. I’m Dean, by the way." So far, this guy seemed alright, why not give him a name?

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He might be wrong, but was this guy talking to his car? It was odd, but it wasn't like Sylar hadn't seen his share of odd in his time. He grabbed the car with TK when the guy told him to push, easily pushing for two and then some to get the impala back on the road. 

"I'm Sylar," he replied to Dean's introduction. Hell, why not give him his name? Dean was a regular human being, he couldn't feel any kind of power from him. It was also unlikely that he was associated with the Company. Please, anyone who dressed like that couldn't be. So it was safe enough. Sylar got into the car again, settling in comfortably. "I like your music collection there." Why not give the guy a compliment? He was going to share the car with him for a while, so why not. 

Once he was back to something resembling civilization, he'd focus on tracking down Hiro. And once he had, he'd jam his little Japanese face up his Japanese ass for dropping him here like this. He was always mucking up his life like this.

"Mind if I ask you where this is, by the way?" He met Dean's look. "I told you, I didn't come here by choice. Someone dropped me here."

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[beastlyinsides]

19. Forceful kiss for mohindersuresh

He enjoyed their little games. Granted, Mohinder hadn't exactly signed up for the game and he wasn't here out of his own free will, but Sylar chose to see it as a mutual deal anyway. Right now Mohinder was running for his life, skidding around the corner like a frightened gazelle and Sylar was striding behind, with all the time in the world on his side. "Don't see why you bother, doc. You know I'll catch you."

Following Mohinder allowed the man to strike out desperately with a plank of wood. Sylar allowed him to beat him, he fought back just enough and then he allowed Mohinder to think that he had struck him into unconsciousness. The man was leaning over him, sweaty, elated and gasping for air. "I got you, hairy. I won. For once I won." Mohinder turned Sylar's head, ready to jam something into it and stop him from coming back permanently, but it wasn't something that Sylar would let him do.

His hand shot up and grabbed Mohinder by the throat, squeezing tight and slamming him off to the side. He changed their position, leaning over him instead. "No. You never win. That's the beauty of it." Their lips crashed together, Sylar biting his lips and smearing the blood over them. He choked the life out of him, stealing his air as Mohinder desperately clawed at his clothes and chest, trying to get out from under him. Silly little man. Everything about him belonged to Sylar. His anger, his life and eventually... his death. 

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italianeaglesct replied to your post: How about a pretty Italian guy? You know, me?

Mohinder is a kinky bastard.

That he is. He's got this thing about being all bloody while he does it too.

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For the domesticity meme: MYLAR! Because I know that you secretly love me...

Who cooks normally? - Mohinder does most of it, but I do pancakes, pies and waffles.

How often do they fight? - Fairly regularly. We have issues that span a life time.

What do they do when they’re away from each other? - He does science and getting in trouble. I do stalking and killing and reading books.

Nicknames for each other? - Momo, Mo, Curly for him. Hairy beast, monkey man etc from him. Such a way with words there, Mohinder.

Who is more likely to pay for dinner? - I am, since I've got a handy ability for that.

Who steals the covers at night? - No one steals them.

What would they get each other for gifts? - All the genetic material we want, if you know what I mean. *eyebrow waggle* But other than that, scarves and glitter for him and books and broken watches for me.

Who remembers things? - I do. He's secretly a blond and can't remember for shit.

Who cusses more? - I do.

What would they do if the other one was hurt? - Depends on the situation and who was doing the hurting and why.

Who kissed who first? - He did, since I was pretending to be Zane at the time.

Who made the first move? - See above.

Who started the relationship? - I did.

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How about a pretty Italian guy? You know, me?

Who cooks normally? - I'd let Peter cook, but he'd burn down the fucking house. How many pans have you destroyed so far, Pete?

How often do they fight? - All. The. Time. We like it that way.

What do they do when they’re away from each other? - Rejoice and enjoy some time off.

Nicknames for each other? - Emo boy, Pete, Petey, Sponge, pain in the ass. I imagine he's got some too, but they're more about calling me god when we're in bed. Jesus too. He gets all religious.

Who is more likely to pay for dinner? - He is.

Who steals the covers at night? - MINE.

What would they get each other for gifts? - New emotional scars is a favorite.

Who remembers things? - We're both good at remembering grudges.

Who cusses more? - I'd say it's about even.

What would they do if the other one was hurt? - We'd have caused said hurt, so... point and laugh?

Who kissed who first? - He did.

Who made the first move? - I did, by slamming him against a wall and cutting his hair. Mohinder watched. It was kinky.

Who started the relationship? - I did, by visiting Texas. And then the poor son of a bitch got obsessed.

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Domesticity meme: Claire, of course!

Who cooks normally? - It's a shared thing. We both like to cook and leaving her to cook the bacon and the pies is a sound decision.

How often do they fight? - I'd say that we squabble more than fight these days. I enjoy pissing her off.

What do they do when they’re away from each other? - I hunt, catch up on my reading, plan new games. She apparently cooks, dances in her underwear and sings to old pop tunes. Other than that I'm not sure.

Nicknames for each other? - I call her rabbit. She doesn't give me nicknames, because she's good that way.

Who is more likely to pay for dinner? - I am.

Who steals the covers at night? - She does, since she's a starfish. Yet I still don't sleep on the couch instead. That's strange.

What would they get each other for gifts? - She'd get me pie, lovely little names stolen from the Company and clothes. I'd get her shoes and shiny things. Maybe a new knife. She does need that.

Who remembers things? - We both do.

Who cusses more? - I do, but it doesn't mean that Claire doesn't cuss.

What would they do if the other one was hurt? - Heal. Thanks for that one, Claire.

Who kissed who first? - She kissed me.

Who made the first move? - Again, she did.

Who started the relationship? - And again. What? I did all the stalking before, it's only fair that she got this far on her own.

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Here's a crack ship for that domesticity meme thingy you posted. Sylar x Dean .... don't tell Cas.

Who cooks normally? - I do, because Dean can't cook for shit. I've got all the practice, having learned all the tricks from my mother.

How often do they fight? - All the time, since we're both aggressive bastards.

What do they do when they’re away from each other? - I hunt, he hunts... You can see why we fit together despite the fighting. Or maybe it's because of the fighting.

Nicknames for each other? - Nope. Dean is fine with me. He's got all kinds of colorful names for me, however, but you'll have to ask him for those.

Who is more likely to pay for dinner? - Whatever name there is on the credit cards Dean keeps using, I'm sure.

Who steals the covers at night? - I do. Then he does. Then I do again.

What would they get each other for gifts? - Pie of the month gift cards. Food. More food. Shiny new weapons. New parts for the impala.

Who remembers things? - I do, but then I don't care about shit like anniversaries.

Who cusses more? - We're evenly matched. He'll impress me sometimes.

What would they do if the other one was hurt? - Laugh and point seems likely.

Who kissed who first? - We don't. No, you're not getting more details.

Who made the first move? - He did.

Who started the relationship? - I did, by suddenly needing a ride. Thanks Hiro.

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Things that go bump in the night || Sylar and Hiro

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Had this been the Peter from the past, all that guilt tripping would have probably worked well enough to make him drop to his knees and consider himself a failure. However, Peter didn’t budge. He stared down Sylar as much as was humanly possible as the telekinetic went on and on about the ‘humans’ he’d just disposed of. There it was again, the word he’d been tagged with for a while now, ‘Terrorist’. Really? He was a terrorist for trying to save his own people? He was done with caring about anyone that wasn’t special. He had no room for that kind of weakness anymore.

In the past, caring too much about ‘everyone’ had made him a victim and at some point had even gotten him killed. He was done, he was absolutely done.

Before he could attack Sylar, the bastard threw Hiro right at him. Peter lessened the impact with his own telekinesis. And in a rather awkward and out of character move, he gently pulled Hiro down and whispered something in his ear, something along the lines of ‘stay here, don’t move, and are you ok?’ He cared for his own people, Hiro was his own people. Once he knew Hiro was ok he stood back up again, and listened to what Sylar was babbling about. 

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Sylar could hear Hiro weakly saying Peter's name, over and over. His reaction and Peter's gentle handling of the little pain in the ass had convinced him that he was very correct about Hiro and Peter's relationship. Caring like that for each other meant that they were weak and it was a weakness that he was very happy to exploit. Had done, to get Peter where he was now.

"I'm not the only one that is fond of monolouging, Pete." Sylar smiled at Peter, an almost Nathan-like smile, all teeth and malice. "You're doing a good job of that yourself. But that time is over now."

He could hear his people gathering. More than that, he could feel the particular numbness that the Haitian's ability brought with it. He had no fear of appearing as he was in front of Parkman or the Haitian. They both had mind powers, they had both known what and who he was from day one. But Sylar had the people they cared about in his 'care'. If they raised a finger against him, he'd kill everyone they loved. But he trusted that they wouldn't have even if he had let their people go. There was a strong loyalty there now, one he appreciated.

A few more moments and the drones gathered in front of the cell. Their only purpose was to stop Peter or Hiro (even if he was useless now) from getting close to his most trusted men. 

Matt needed time to push past Peter's defenses and Rene needed the extra focus to make sure Matt didn't get affected by his power as well. "You might as well lean back and enjoy the ride, Pete. You won't even remember who you are after I'm done with you. Maybe I'll make you my puppy."

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Domesticity Meme

If you can think of a ship, i will answer these questions for them

who cooks normally?:

how often do they fight?:

what do they do when they’re away from each other?:

nicknames for each other?:

who is more likely to pay for dinner?:

who steals the covers at night?:

what would they get each other for gifts?:

who remembers things?:

who cusses more?:

what would they do if the other one was hurt?:

who kissed who first?:

who made the first move?:

who started the relationship?:

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Adventures in time traveling

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“Hey calm the hell down chuckles. You’re the one that was out in the middle of the godammed road. I mean, couldn’t you have stood off to the side, maybe asked for a ride that way? What kind of crazy ass son of a bitch stands in the middle of the road? …” Dean made a gesture pointing his finger at Sylar. He had already lowered his gun. That whole ‘I’m gonna press charges’ bit sold him. This was a normal human. There was no reason to panic. However, there was reason to snicker. This guy whoever he was had mentioned not pressing charges if he behaved. 

Dean had already been sought after by the police, had been ‘killed/presumed dead’ finally. He appreciated being dropped off the ‘police’ radar, but as far as the ‘supernatural’ radar went, he knew tons of ‘things’ were after him. This poor human wasn’t scaring him with that shit. Either way, Dean couldn’t help but chuckle at the snark he was getting from this one. 

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"I didn't stand in the middle of the road by choice," Sylar said, a little impressed by the massive amount of swears that was tossed in his direction. He didn't often meet people who responded in this way to him. Hell, not even his victims managed to have this much to say in such a small amount of time. 

The guy seemed to be slowing down, so Sylar nodded. Fine, the gun was down and he wouldn't slice him up either. Peace all around. "I'm coming." He made his way to where the impala was, immediately noticing that it was going to take a bit for it to get back on the road. Nothing that some telekinetic pushing wouldn't take care of, however. He climbed in, noticing the well worn seats and the collection of tapes set between the seats. There was some classic rock there, things he appreciated himself.

"Sure you don't want me out there, pushing?" He could lift the car from here, no problem. "Big car like this should be able to handle itself, right?"