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Breed Me

Summary: After babysitting, you have massive baby fever and would kill for Daryl to get you knocked up. Surprisingly, Daryl isn't completely opposed to that idea.

A/N: The number of pregnant smuts i do just shows my mommy and daddy issues but i crave daddy Daryl so :). Also, me posting 2 fics in the course of 2 days?!?! Unheard of....

Warnings: Breeding kink, Unprotected sex, spitting, squirting

Word count: 5.6K

"Shhhh" You whispered

You rocked Judith in your arms, bouncing her slightly up and down as she cooed softly. You had promised Rick you would watch her while he fixed up at a farm that was once again being eaten up by bugs and animals small enough to get in the fence. You didn't mind watching her, you actually enjoyed it. You were holding the baby up with one hand and the other you were making her bottle, shaking it up so it was nicely mixed and there was no dry formula to be seen. When you felt the formula was all mixed in with the hot water, you placed it in the little one's mouth and she took it like a hungry man would with food.

"Oh you're hungry aren't you? Huh?" You chuckled

You held the bottle for her as she sucked down the milk, only stopping to catch a breath every once and a while. You rocked her once more, walking over to sit down on one of the picnic tables that were sitting underneath the makeshift roof you guys had put there so the food was protected by rain. You watched her with admiration, her eyelids too heavy to keep her blue eyes open. Her little hand wrapped around your much bigger finger, almost as if to thank you for the bottle you just made for her.

You weren't the biggest baby type gal but Judith was the cutest baby you had ever held, her little features and her soft tiny wisps of hair. You got really bad baby fever when you watched her, seeing as you too could have a small child in your hands but it would be yours to call your own. It sounded like a dream to you, if only the world hadn't gone to complete shit when you were just starting to get your life in check and you found the love of your life. Life was unfair to you like that.

"Good morning Y/N!" You heard, looking up to see who the voice belonged to.

It was Carol, she walked towards you with a smile on her face. Carol was your best friend, she had been with you through thick and thin. A lot of people would question your relationship with her, saying how a young woman in her 20's shouldn't have best friends with people as old as her. There was Maggie or Beth, you guys would definitely have something in common. But no, you chose to hang out with carol. She was more of a mother figure to you, especially since you had lost your mom to the virus and she lost her daughter.

"Mornin' carol! sleep well?" You asked, shifting the baby slightly in my arms.

"It was alright, still getting used to all the people and the noise. Every little sound i heard i grabbed for my knife, it's torture." She explained

You watched as she made her way to the makeshift counter that held all the makeshift kitchen appliances. You would have to agree with her there, it was usually always just the small group y'all traveled in and now there's so many more people to worry about. At night you would hear other's snore, groans and moans, babies crying? It was a bit overwhelming for you, especially when you got so used to glenns sleep talking and Carl's soft snores. The only thing that stayed the same was daryl, his firm grip on you as you slept in his arms will always be there. No matter the place you slept or how many people were in the room, Daryl would always be touching you in some way.

"I made coffee and by the sound of it, you need it." You chuckled, drawing your attention back to the baby now sleeping in your arms. "I made it before this little one woke up." You said, each word becoming more and more like  a baby voice.

"Ugh, you're a lifesaver Y/N!" Carol said, going right to the steaming coffee in the makeshift coffee maker.

The bottle had gone empty, not a single drop left to be drunk. You were genuinely surprised of how fast she drank it but the smile that crept on your face as you saw her small features at rest dropped all the thoughts you had. She looked calm, peaceful. It created a deep twinge in your heart that made you desperately want a baby, you're not sure if it was your motherly instincts or it was the purity that a baby brought into someone's life that you craved. You had seen a lot in the last couple of months, you're not even sure how long it had been to be honest but a baby's purity is what you needed in your life.

You couldn't make it through college or buy a house or even marry the person of your dreams, the world had gone to shit and there was no government left but you still had a body and a man who would get you pregnant in a heartbeat if he could. 'If he could' was the key, if it was the old world, he would make sure you got pregnant in the old world but it's just different now. not only is he so much older than you, which would've been a problem anyways, but he wouldn't want his kid to grow up in this world. It was too gruesome, too risky and he didn't want that for his kid.

"How long do you have the little angel for?" Carol asked, bringing you back to life.

You got up to place her bottle in the sink which was made from a bucket. You rocked her gently, you didn't want to wake her up from her peaceful sleep.

"Uhh, only a couple of hours. Rick needed to fix up the farm and I told him I could watch her." i replied

The wind blew softly under the roof, blowing on the child's bare face which caused her face to scrunch up and then relax back when you wrapped her blanket closer to her face. I smiled down at her, turning over so the wind wouldn't disturb her slumber.

"Well if you need help or a break, you can come find me! I don't think I'll be going out today, I might stick back and help with fence duty." She smiled, pouring some coffee into a plastic cup.

"Thank you, but we'll be okay! I plan on sitting out in the field to write a bit today, though jude would like to help me." you said, smiling down at the baby as she cuddled closer to your warmth.

You wondered about how you would be as a mother, it was only a small amount of time that you babysat Judith so how could you actually know if you'd be a good mom. Were you even ready for a kid or was it the baby fever that was starting to rest in the pit of your mind. There was always fear with the process of it all, especially now with the world being what it is. You're starting to think you should stop baby sitting so much, because recently, especially when babysitting, you have found yourself thinking about having kids.

"Morning sleepy head!" You heard Carol say cheerfully, almost annoyingly. It was evident who she was talking to, you know she liked to annoy only one man.

"Mornin'..." Daryl grumbled back.

You looked up from the baby to be met with Daryl walking over to y'all, his signature vest was the first thing you saw. Then your eyes scanned down his body, all the way down his hair covered face to his toned arms and then finally to his crotch.  You bit your lip as you watched him walk to the counter, grabbing a bowl to pour some food into it. Everything he did was a huge turn on for you, it could be something simple as literally just walking.

Carol had been chatting him up, probably asking for some special requests for when he went out today. You were too enthralled by him to even register what they were talking about. You could see the hickeys on his neck from last night which had you blushing. You weren't going to lie, he was touchy, yes, but you were just as bad, maybe even worse. You couldn't keep your eyes off him let alone your hands, he was just so arousing in the best way possible.

You always felt so annoying with how needy you were when it came to him, you were always asking to be kissed or held or even fucked mercilessly until you couldn't walk the next day. Daryl loved it though and he made sure you knew it too because honestly Daryl felt embarrassed about being older than you, so you begging him to touch you only gave him confidence.

Daryl grabbed his crossbow, throwing it across his shoulder, still conversing with Carol about whatever they were talking about. You had stopped staring off into space and watched as Daryl picked up his bowl, walking off to you. He smiled at you, reaching over to you to grab your hip.

"Morning' sweetheart." He whispered, bringing you in for a kiss.

It was a quick peck, only lasting seconds but somehow it still had you melting into him. When he pulled away you bit your lip, looking up at him. He chuckled, even trying to be sweet, he still got you all worked up.

"Morning dar..." You smiled, going to peck his lips once more.

This one was longer, one of your hands cradled the baby and the other wrapped around his neck to keep his lips interlocked with yours. It felt where you needed to be, in his arms as you cradled a baby between the two of you. That housewife mentally you had never quite gone away, especially with daryl. If he wanted a housewife, you would bend over backwards just to be the perfect housewife for him. You pulled away from him, lips red from his facial hair rubbing against them. He licked his lips, chuckling as he looked down at Judith, touching one of her cheeks with only one finger and rubbing her soft skin.

"Hey there little ass kicker..." He said softly as she shifted in her sleep, cooing and letting out a sigh before going completely limp again. He chuckled slowly. "You stuck watching her today?" He asked you

"mmhmm" You nodded, comfortingly brushing her hair back so her hair wouldn't tickle her small nose. "We're gonna go to the big oak tree and write, maybe have a little picnic together while we're there."

You looked up at him, catching his eyes already at you. His hand, which was placed on the small of your back, made its way further down, resting on your ass as he bit his lip down at you. You so badly wanted to rip off his clothes and take him now, just everything about him made your stomach do turns.

"You look so sexy right now, you being so..." He whispered, stopping when he couldn't find the word he needed in this case.

"Motherly..." you whispered back, giving him doe like eyes.

He nodded, hand tightening around your ass as his breath hitched. He could already see you all filled with his baby, it made his hands shake violently and his mouth go dry. You then reached up, moving your mouth to his ear and whispering.

"If you come back to me in one piece, i just might let you fuck a baby into me..." You whispered so quietly; he thought maybe he didn't hear it at first.

He then choked on his own spit, looking down at you in horror and arousal all at the same time. The thought made all the blood in his body go straight to his cock, trying to swallow down his gasp.

"Okay, I made the list! Just look for the tiny red pills, that should be Alberts heart medicine" Carol called out.

This caused the both of you to jump, daryl hurriedly retracted his hand from your ass and shoved it in his pocket so he could fix himself. You giggled as he did, he turned to carol. She was presenting him a paper. You just continued to rock the baby, watching down at the sleeping child. Daryl went to snatch the paper from Carol, but Carol pulled it away quickly.

She looked between the two of you, seeing how flustered Daryl had gotten in the span of a minute or two and how his lips were red from the small makeout session you had just had, maybe even noticing how tight Daryl's pants had gotten all of a sudden. She squinted her eyes at daryl, a small smirk played on her lips.

"Just follow the list, this is an important Daryl! I know you have some distractions..." she smiled over at you, who was cooing down at the baby. "But I mean it, don't forget anything okay?"

Daryl scoffed, snatching the paper from her. He just shoved it into his back pocket, not really needing a loss for the very few things that were needed.

"I got it" He said sternly, walking past her and to the gate.

To say you were excited for his return was an understatement, just thinking about it created a dull ache between your legs. You just counted to do what you told Rick you would do, which is watch his kid and make sure she doesn't get into any trouble.

Easy enough.

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You love Judith with your entire heart but dear god that child was a little shit. She spit up all over you, pulled chunks of your hair out, and even ruined your book you had been reading by chewing on it. So now you are finally childless, in your small cell that you shared with daryl. You were brushing your hair out, you tried your best to wash the spit up out of it but it still smelled of it.

Although you came back a mess and your back almost broke from carrying her everywhere, the cute little moment you had with her made up for it. She would grab onto your hair when you fell asleep and she would giggle when you read to her, as if she knew what you were saying. you were still tempted with the baby fever, wanting nothing more than your own little one.

You had come back smiling, taking out your hair from the braid it was in and taking off your spit up covered shirt, putting on one of Daryl's much bigger ones. The room was cold, the stone cell causing you to shiver. You really just wanted to collapse on the bed right now, sleep until the morning but you were obviously going to stay up waiting for daryl like you always did.

You honestly forgot about your little promise you made towards him, you were completely and utterly with the child… no thoughts besides her in your mind. So you just went along with your night like you always do, cuddling up in bed with Daryl’s shirt on and a good book in your hand like always. You hadn’t been sitting there for 5 minutes before Daryl came bursting into your shared cell, the metal barred door screeching against the floor.

He held his crossbow on his shoulder, his backpack sitting on his other one. He looked dirty, completely bloodied and bruised. It was evident he had been through hell and back this time but he still came back to you. You looked up at him and smiled, dropping your book so you could greet him. Daryl set down his things, bending down to not break anything but when he stood back up he was met with you.

You jumped on him, bringing him into a hug as if you hadn’t seen him in years. He hugged you back, hands wrapped around you roughly. You were trying to have an innocent moment, the babysitting duty you had creating a softness in you… but Daryl had other plans for you. Your words haunted him the entire trip, his dick so painfully hard against his jeans that he sometimes had to take a minute to just breathe. It tortured him, the words carved into his brain. His hands were rough, gripped into your hips bruisingly hard. You loosen your hug, his hands still attached to your hips.

“You smell like shit..” you joked, smiling up at him. Daryl chuckled, reaching down to peck at your lips and bringing your hips closer to him once more.

“Shit or not I still came back… and in one piece.” He started, pecking your lips here and there as he spoke. “And I’m pretty sure I was promised something if I came back in one piece.”

That’s when you remembered your teasing promise you had made, how could you forget? Maybe you had forgotten so the ache was less painful or maybe your mind was completely shut off, you have no idea but the thought coming back to you had your cunt clench. You needed him, you fucking needed him so badly. You lust for him suddenly coming back to you all at once.

“Then what are you waiting for…” you said, voice soaked with lust.

Daryl let out a grunt, a low deep grunt that he didn’t know came out until he heard it. He didn’t waste anytime, engulfing your lips with his as he massaged your hips. You tightened your arms around his neck, bringing him so close so your stomach was hitting his. You could feel every twitch that came from his dick, it hit your stomach perfectly and you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together.

Daryl’s kiss was rough, rough enough to bruise your lips, be bit and lapped his tongue around them. He had waited all day for this moment and he was going to savor it. He bent down, grabbing at the back of your thighs and lifting you up with ease. You wrapped your legs around him, gasping slightly as his cock was now pressed around your cunt that was only covered with a thin piece of fabric.

Daryl led you to the desk that was in your room, slamming the door shut before making his way over. He placed you on the wooden surface, your legs still wrapped around him tightly.

“Thought about this all fucking day…” he moaned, his cock twitching once more… thinking about your sweet cut being filled with his cum. “Can't wait to fill you up.”

You moaned at his words, hands lowered to unbutton his shirt so you could see all of him. He knew what you wanted, taking his hands off you so he could help you but not breaking this kiss. The kiss became sloppier as you both focused on getting his shirt off, you could feel his tongue massaging yours roughly and your teeth clashing.

When his shirt was successfully unbuttoned, you attempted to pull it off but it was getting caught on things, frustrating you. You wanted to feel his chest against you, while he fucked you roughly. Daryl pulled away from the kiss, pulling his shirt off for you when he realized how frustrated you were getting. He dropped his shirt to the floor, seeing your kiss bitten lips as you breathed heavily watching him.

It was the first time he actually looked down at you, admiring you for the first time that night. You just looked back at him, eyes scanning over his cut and bruised body. You were shaking with lust, you couldn’t control your body if felt and Daryl just chuckled at how much you craved his body on yours.

“Dirty slut…” he spit out, moving his hands down to the hem of your shirt to pull it up over your head.

He didn’t hesitate to attach his lips to your nipples, you gasped as his warm mouth wrapped around one of them, hands grasping onto the edge of the desk. He licked and sucked at them, even rolling one of them between his fingers. You could cum from just this, the heat of him and his mouth on your sensitive nipples. You tried to muffle your mouths, embarrassed by how needy you had become for Daryl that you didn’t want anyone else to hear.

Daryl noticed your shyness and only sucked on your tits harder, wanting to hear your pretty moans as he fucked you hard and deep. A particular hard pinch made you moan out loudly, back arching up into his mouth. He looked up at you, watching your head thrown back as your pussy clenched around nothing. You needed him so bad that you could beg, you wanted to feel his cock pulsating inside you all the while he fucked your baby into you.

“Please Daryl just fuck me… stop teasing…” you moaned, louder than you wanted too but you couldn’t hold back anymore.

Your cunt had dripped onto the table beneath you and had made a mess out of your favorite panties. Daryl couldn’t deny you when you begged like that, he was so worked up he just couldn’t with the begging. So he did what you wanted him to, he stopped his abuse on your tits and picked you back up in his arms, plopping you down on the bed.

He undid his belt, his hands fumbling with it and then he ripped it off. You watched his every move and he watched you, he watched as you tried to hide your wet pussy away from him simply because you were embarrassed about how wet he made you. He then bent down to capture your lips in a kiss, your already kiss bitten lips trying their best to keep up with his lips.

Daryl set his knee on your aching cunt, allowing you to buck your hips on it, you attempting to dull the ache. He let you occupy yourself with that while he grabbed your hands, pulling them tightly together above your head as he wrapped his belt around them. You were too focused on humping his knee to realize what he was doing, which was exactly his goal… he didn’t have time for you to squirm.

“You know the safe word bunny?” He asked, sitting back down on his knee while he unbuttoned his pants. You whimpered at the loss of friction from his knee, you had quite literally became a whimpering mess and a completely fuck toy for him.

You nodded at his words, it took a minute for you to comprehend his words but you made them out eventually. Your body was hot, your face red and your eyes glassy. You watched as Daryl pulled his pants down his legs, his underwear being the next to go. You struggled against your restraints, the leather of his belt rubbing against your soft skin.

“Daryl??” you breathed out, the words coming off as a whisper. He looked up at you, holding his cock in his hands and pumping it lightly. You watched as he tried to hold back his hips from bucking up into his hand.

“Yeah? Is everything okay? You need me to loosen the belt?” Daryl asked, rapidly questioning you while you squirm underneath him. You shook your head, breath heaving up and down.

“Just…. Don’t hold back please.” You stated, doe eyes boring into Daryl’s.

This made his dick twitch, it felt so unbelievably hard it was starting to hurt now. He sent a smirk down at you, leaning over you once more but this time it was to do exactly what you needed him to do. He peppered you with light kisses, making sure you felt as comfortable as he could make you.

“Oh don’t worry bun… I won’t.” He growled out, continuing his light kisses on you as he ran two fingers down your body. “Gonna fuck you so hard… cum inside you over and over and over again until your tummy is full of me.”

His fingers dragged down to your panties, hooking two fingers underneath the waistband to tear off of you. You shivered as your cunt felt the cold air of the room, your wetness dripping down your legs. His words and his actions had you on edge, knowing with only a few touches from him your come undone. It was strange how only a few touches, kisses, and words from Daryl could have you cumming in minutes.

“Gonna breed you like the slut you are…” Daryl grunted, moving your legs to rest above his shoulders. “God… the things you do to me Y/N!”

Daryl could have stopped at this position, it would definitely have you cumming in only seconds… but Daryl almost completely folded you in half. Your knees were brought down to rest by your ears and your feet by your hands that were tired with only a belt. Daryl watched your face, making sure this position was okay with you. You were too lost in lust to even acknowledge the painful position, so Daryl kept you like that but slowly spread your legs further and further until you were in full display to him.

Daryl brought his cock up to your heart, slowly thrusting his cock along the wetness of it and hitting your bundle of nerves. You gasped as he did this, slowly teasing you with his cock until you could literally not handle it anymore. You were cock starved, you were going to go crazy without it. Daryl smirked at what he was doing to you, he brought his hand down to your mouth.

“Spit” was all he said and you did exactly that.

You let your saliva drop down into his hand and he gladly took it, rubbing it on your cunt along with his cock. He needed all the lube for this position, not wanting to hurt you or make it painful for you. You bit your lip hard, blood being drawn as it slid down your throat.

Daryl lined himself up with you, pushing himself into you until he was fully inside you. You went cross eyes for a minute, moaning as he had already found your sweet spot. Daryl stood there for a minute, letting you take him in and feel every inch of him. He wanted you to know thats what you will be filled up with for the rest of your life, no other cock with fuck you anymore, only him from now until forever. You squirm underneath him causing him to press down on your legs more, bending them until they were resting against your chest.

He moved finally, starting off at an animalistic pace and not even giving you time to breathe before he started abusing your cunt. You couldn’t even help the moans that fell from your lips, they were almost screaming as his dick was quite literally inside your guts. Your hands grabbed for the metal pole of the bed, grabbing into it for support. You grabbed on it for dear life as if it was the only thing keeping you down on this earth.

“Fuck so fucking tight for me, huh, bunny?” He grunted out, hips snapping back and forth violently. “Your pussy was made for me… your pussy was made for me to fuck a baby into.”

His words only made your moans louder, strangled moans coming from deep in your chest. You wouldn’t be surprised if someone thought you were being murdered, walking into your room to only see you folded in half while Daryl abused your cunt. That only added onto the fun though, Daryl would get a power rush from that, knowing that the person that walks In now knows that he’s the only one who can fold you in half like this and you would simply let it happen because you were such a slut for him.

Your cunt clenched around Daryl, he knew that meant you would be cumming soon so he set his hands on your thighs and applied all this weight onto them, lifting himself up using them. This position allowed him to fuck you deep, feeling him deep in your cunt and causing something to just flick deep down in you.

Your back arched into him, your head being thrown back as you screamed. It was too much, his full weight being on top of you and his animalistic pace… it caused you to lose your vision and I not being focused on Daryl grunts. You could see static, light white dots dancing across your eyes as you gripped whatever you could get your hands on. You were fighting against the restraints, rubbing your skin raw.

“Da…i…. Fu… i ca…” you could literally not get a single word out, Daryl knew exactly what you were trying to say though.

“Go ahead bunny, cum on my cock…” he grunted, giving you permission to soak his cock.

The coil down in your belly couldn’t take anymore of it, your toes curled and your hearing went… it was mere seconds before it snapped and your cunt pulsed violently on Daryl’s cock. Your juices came shooting out, soaking Daryl and his cock. This didn’t stop him though, he kept his animalistic pace while fucking you through your orgasm. He was so close himself, his nails digging into the back of your thighs.

“Gonna cum… can’t handle your fucking pussy anymore…” he grunted, his voice coming off in choppy moans.

You were so high, you were somewhere not on this earth as Daryl’s thrusts sped up and became messy. His moans got a bit deeper, grunting as he made one last fast movement than cumming deep inside you. His hips trembled as he came, filling you up to the brim with his cum. He stayed there for a minute, allowing every single drop of cum to fill your insides, he then dropped onto you. His cock still filled you, your legs shook as they slowly dropped beside him.

Daryl trembled on top of you, his skin on your slowly bringing you back to earth. You both laid there, sweaty and sticky. Your hands still above your head, Daryl’s face buried in your neck and his cock nestled deep inside you. You have fucked many times before but it never was this good, it never left you both speechless like this. It felt there were no words to speak, there was nothing to say other than small curses and moans.

It was about 5 minutes you stayed like that, until Daryl pulled himself away from you and pecked you on the lips. He slowly took himself out of you, watching as his cum gushed out of you. He stuck in two fingers, trying to keep it all in but you winced… your abused cunt not able to handle it.

“Sorry…” he stated, reaching over to untie you.

You lowered your arms, shakingly placing them on your stomach. Daryl watched you, feeling as if he needed to take care of your exhausted body. He made you feel good, yes, but he wore you out and he felt bad. He just rubbed your hips softly, watching you blink slowly. You were sore, your hips feeling like they were run over by trucks but you were content. The thought of having a baby rushing your mind.

“You with me bunny?” He asked softly, his voice raspy.

Your eyes trailed to him, his hair tangled and stuck to his sweaty forehead. You smiled, nodding your head weakly. You wonder if these moments will ever stop when you're big and pregnant or when you have a baby in your arms. Will you both be so in love with each other? Will you have small moments where you just stare into each other’s eyes while coming down from your highs? Will sex even be an option?

“You think it worked? I mean did you knock me up?” You joked but genuinely wondered. You didn’t feel any different, will you even feel different when it happened? Daryl dragged his eyes to your core, cum still seeping out of your cunt.

“I mean it should, I filled you up pretty good.” He said, almost proud of himself. No, he was proud of himself. He not only fucked his girlfriend until she literally fell off the face of the earth but he also probably most likely fucked a baby into you.

“Don’t act all smug asshole…” you rolled your eyes.

He chuckled, bending down to peck your lips but you wrapped your arms around him so he had no choice but to stay on your lips. You once again wrapped your legs around Daryl, already ready for another round and Daryl was completely okay with giving you it too. His lips were soft against yours, hands caressing your thighs that were placed delicately on his hips. You should be wore out, you were wore out but Daryl being on top of you like this… watching his face as he came deep inside you… you needed more.

You rutted your hips against Daryl’s, feeling his cock get hard again. You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling the knots that laid within his brown locks. He pulled away from your lips, looking down at your kiss bitten, red and puffy face.

“Bunny…maybe we should take a break.” He said, moving a hand to move a piece of hair from your eyes. “ I don’t want to completely exhaust you.”

You knitted your brows at him, rolling your eyes as you gave him the dirtiest look. He really thought he would tire you out that much?? You could literally never turn down Daryl’s attempts to make you feel good, like ever. You could be in the softest mood ever and than Daryl shoves his cock down your throat… than suddenly your a dirty whore for him. He had that kind of effect on you, it was inevitable.

“Daryl… this is probably the only time you will ever allow yourself to cum inside me! You think I’m going to stop at one round?” You replied, acting as if he was crazy for thinking something like that. “Plus I want to make sure it works, I want to make sure I’m knocked up by the end of the night.”

“Jesus Christ woman you’ll be the death of me…”

[squiddy-god]

Mmmmmm more twst x hsr thoughts but this time

Twst mc/yuu getting transported into hsr

Imagine it's after graduation, Crowley after years finally finds the best solution for everyone! You can travel back and forth between your world and twisted wonderland, amazing right? Wrong because the moment you step through the mirror your tumbling face first onto the floor of... A train? Huh? And staring back at you is 5- no 6 very confused faces a tall older man with brow hair that seems to be starting to grey, a beautiful woman with red hair, a cute girl with pink hair- a guy with black hair and another person with grey hair- and of course the most adorable bunny thing you have ever seen

The older man- welt- is immediately asking your business and where you came from- cane and black hole at the ready

You try to quickly explain that you came from the mirror- now mysteriously in the corner of the astral express lobby. And that you were just trying to get to your home world- rather home universe

You are confirmed not a threat and allowed to stay on the astral express, therefore becoming a nameless

When you aren't helping with trailblazing you travel back to twisted wonderland, telling the others about your adventures in this new world (deja vu anyone?)

The shenanigans are crazy, trying to explain that you went from a modern world, to medieval wizard BS, to the future is a harrowing experience already

Even funnier if you end up getting some kind of elemental ability/blessings from a aeon because now you finally have a leg to stand on

Whether or not the blessings work in twst is up to you

Some funny things I can see happening :

Welt being truly horrified at Crowley and his negligence

You/yuu managing to drink himekos coffee because you have suffered lilia's... Everything tbh

Showing March your magic camera (I feel like the camera isn't talked about enough in the twst fandom) and all the pictures you have taken

Grimm being jealous of the cat cakes because every time you come back you smell like them and also have pictures with them

Grim getting jealous of pompom (vise versa)

Being unfazed by the stellaron much to everyone's shock and dismay ("grim would probably try to eat it")

Being unfazed by boss fights and explaining that at least 8 people have tried to kill you and that's being on the low side

Seeing silver-wolf and thinking "ah shit not again" because it reminds you of idia

Being on the loufu and meeting Jin Yuan like "if I had a nickel for every :3 general I met with a sword son I'd have two nickels"

Seeing dang heng in his IL form and immediately blurting out "HORNTON?!" because Obviously

Telling malleus you met two new dragon

This interaction :

Twst!nameless : *completely unfazed by entering the dreamscape, honestly a little on edge*

Sunday : you seem on edge despite also seemingly being unfazed by entering the dreamscape for the first time, is something perhaps bothering you?

Twst! Nameless : well I've been in a dreamscape before- long story with a dragon- and the last time I was in one I fought in a war-

Sunday : WHAT????

Alternatively twst! Nameless being suspicious of Sunday for the entire time and once he reveals everything its just "see! Never trust a traumatised religious man with grey hair!" Rollo flash backs are real

Or twst! Nameless going "the last time I attended a important singing event/competition with a beautiful singer someone turned into a monster and everyone almost got poisoned and died, the whole place was wrecked... Thankfully we had a dragon to help but-" *the entire penacony quest happens* "I spoke to soon and cursed us"

Just another chaos maker on the astral express

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Fashion:

Socks (I love the HUE ones that come out to around $3 per pair)

Tights (another vote for HUE – around $10-13 dollars a pair and should last at least a season or two with proper care)

Layering tanks & tees

Underwear (buy them on a bulk deal – I love Skims' 3/$36 [on the pricier end here] – or getting luxury items on sale, especially pair from Natori or Hanky Panky [usually come up to around $10-$15 a pair]; Parade also has $6 underwear that's great quality for the price)

Trendy items

Costume jewelry (Mejuri, Aurate, and Justine Clenquet are great for the price; Catbird is the best in the game for a moderate-priced alternative to luxury jewelry in my opinion)

Beauty:

Cleanser

Facial Toner

Makeup Wipes

Acne Spot Treatment

Mascara

Brow Gel

Setting Powder/Spray

Shampoo & Conditioner

Body Wash

Body Scrubs

Hand/Body Lotion

Hand Soap

Vaseline (use it as a lip treatment, cuticles, dry skin patches, or as a hydrating eye cream)

Lip Balm (Palmers SPF 15 is my HG)

Makeup Sponges/Spoolies

Hair Ties

Home:

Lighting

Home Decor

Artwork (I have mostly Black & White photography from iCanvas and get so many compliments on them!)

Coffee Maker (a Black & Decker coffee maker or a French Press is all most people need)

Everyday Dishes & Glassware (I love Sweese, Smilatte, and Luigi Bormioli on Amazon)

Dishwasher-Safe Reusable Food Storage Bags/Snack Bags

Produce Saving Containers

Health & Wellness:

Deva Vitamins/Supplements

Fitness Youtube Workouts

Bulk-buying Oats, Beans, and Other Staple Foods

Frozen Fruits & Vegetables (when not in season, especially)

Listening to Podcasts via Youtube

TED Talks

Services:

Facials

Blowout

Dermaplaning

Teeth-Whitening

Mani-Pedi

Professional/Social:

Owning your full name social handles across platforms

Simple Investment Planning (Roth IRA, HSA, 401K - anything involving index funds)

Get a great headshot (many colleges and universities offer their students/alumni headshots for free)

Cash-back & Travel-miles $0 Fee Credit Cards

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Dream Warriors Chapter 5

Title: Dream Warriors Chapter 5

Summary: Things begin to get more clear for the reader, in more ways than one.

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, other original characters, other SPN characters

Word Count: 3,172

Warnings: Infidelity, a car crash?

Author’s Note: Let me know what you think!! Enjoy!!

Read Chapter 4 here.

It was still too early, around 4:00 in the morning. You knew Dean wasn’t going to be up for another couple of hours so you stay in the bed and consider a few things. You think about the previous night’s events, the moment you’d shared with Dean. He did know you, better than anyone. You think about the dream where you’d made love to Dean once again. Everything was suddenly so clear you begin to wonder how you’d ever missed it. Your decision was already made as you climb out of the bed.

Quickly and quietly, you move about the room, getting dressed. You slip into your own jeans and a tank top before going into Dean’s closet. You find your favorite of his flannels and pull it on, knowing Dean won’t mind. In fact, you already knew he loved seeing you in his clothes. He’d said so, after all.

Tiptoeing through the hall past the guest room Dean was sound asleep in, you move into the kitchen. Coffee is the first thing you start about, making a whole pot so that Dean can have some as well when he gets up. You reach into his cabinet and pull down what you know is his favorite mug. World’s Best Godfather. You’d gotten it for him shortly after Ella had been born. You run your fingers over the lettering and bite your lip before setting it on the counter next to the coffee maker.

After finding a decent sized travel mug, you fill it up and set it aside to cool off just enough. You find a notepad and pen before writing out a quick note to Dean.

I’ll be back this afternoon with Ella. Have a good day! Y/N

You leave the note under the edge of his mug before starting for the door. It was still early but you knew one particular early bird who would be up and ready to listen to you. You make the short drive to your parents’ house and, sure enough, the porch and kitchen lights are already on. Your mother was always up before the sun, a trait you didn’t normally share.

Making your way up to the door, you decide that knocking would probably scare her less than just walking in at this hour, so you rap at the door gently, just loud enough for her to hear. A moment later, you can see your mother peeking through the window of the door. It opens and she smiles at you warmly.

“Ready to talk?” She asks. You let out a small laugh and nod your head in response. She opens the door completely, allowing you in. The two of you move into the kitchen together. “Hungry? She asks.

“No thanks,” you tell her as you take a seat at the counter. She pulls herself onto the stool next to you and waits patiently for you to begin. You look at your hands, realizing for the first time that you hadn’t bothered to put on your rings this morning. “I’m leaving Jackson.”

“Why?” She asks. You look at her, confused. That wasn’t the jubilant cheer you’d expected. Her face is emotionless, impossible for you to read.

“He’s been having an affair with one of his students,” you tell her. A laugh breaks from her and you stare at her, even more confused. She wasn’t reacting at all like you’d expect.

“He’s been having an affair and Dean’s let him live this long?” She asks. You smile a little and shrug.

“I think he realizes he couldn’t take care of us from prison too well,” you joke. That earns another laugh and your smile grows a little more. Your mother’s hand reaches over, clasping yours.

“You’re handling this well,” she says. You shake your head, looking down at your hands in hers.

“I didn’t at first. I blamed myself, thought I wasn’t good enough for him or that I had done something wrong. But last night, with Dean…and then I had this dream…” You trail off and look back up at your mother now. “I don’t love Jackson like I thought I did. Honestly, I’ve been wracking my brain trying to remember why I even married him.” She smiles a little sadly and reaches up, pushing your hair behind your ear.

“You did love him. I saw that. But something changed. Before you were even married, you didn’t look at him the same way. Of course, you never looked at him the way you look at…” She stops and bites her lip.

“Dean,” you finish for her, nodding. “It’s always been Dean. I can’t believe I was too stupid to realize it.”

“Stupid’s a strong word,” she says, touching your cheek gently. You laugh a little and shrug. A cry from upstairs draws your attention and you break into a wide smile.

“I’ll get her,” you tell your mother before rising to your feet. You make your way up the stairs and to your old bedroom that had been converted back into a nursery after your brother’s son was born. Ella’s standing up in the crib, reaching for you when you walk through the door.

You take your daughter into your arms and hold her to you, swaying back and forth slowly. After calming down, she looks up at you and giggles, her hand coming to rest on your cheek. You press a kiss to her tiny palm as you take in those beautiful green eyes, shining up at you. The two of you go back down to the kitchen where your mother is still waiting. While you were gone, she fixed some baby cereal for Ella. You return to your stool and set her in your lap, feeding her breakfast to her.

“Can I make a confession?” You ask, looking up at your mother. She laughs and nods, running a hand over Ella’s soft curls. “You remember when Jackson and I had that huge fight and I called off the wedding?”

“Only to put the whole thing back on a week later? Rings a bell,” she teases. You nod and look down at Ella.

“Well…the night of the fight…I ended up at Dean’s,” you tell her. You glance up at her, a blush creeping into your cheeks. Her eyes widen in realization.

“Oh. I see. And you still went back to Jackson?” She asks. You sigh and shrug your shoulders.

“He went back to Lisa. I just thought…we agreed it was a one-time thing, ya know?” You tell her, wiping some stray cereal from Ella’s cheek. Your mother nods and smiles at Ella widely when she looks up at her grandmother, giggling. It only takes a moment for the next realization to hit her with a gasp.

“Ella…” She says, causing you both to look at her. You bite your lip and nod. “I always thought she favored him.” Ella giggles and slaps at the counter joyously. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. Jackson was always so meticulously careful. I almost wasn’t sure he’d believe me when I told him,” you say. Your mother frowns and nods as she processes this new information.

“Why lie to him? Why not be with Dean?” She asks. You sigh and shake your head slightly.

“By the time I found out, he was with Lisa again,” you explain. She rises from her stool and makes her way around the counter to begin cooking breakfast.

“Does Dean know?” She asks, pulling some eggs from the fridge. You feed another spoonful of cereal to Ella.

“I think he suspects. Maybe even hopes. But I haven’t told him,” you tell her. “I think I will tonight.”

“He’ll be over the moon. To have both of you,” she says, smiling over at you widely. You bite your lip, nervously.

“I hope so,” you say. Your mother laughs at that and shakes her head.

“That boy has been in love with you for as long as I can remember,” she says. You can’t help the blush that creeps into your cheeks as you look down at Ella again.

“Okay. Can you keep her for a few more hours? I’m gonna go see a lawyer and Jackson. Then I’ll pick her up and take her to Dean’s with me,” you explain. Your mother nods as she lays some bacon out on a pan.

After giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, you set Ella in the playpen in the corner of the room and leave the house. There’s still some time to kill before any lawyer is going to be in their office so you decide to head to the house instead. You mentally prepare yourself to confront Jackson, however, upon arriving you discover that his car isn’t at the house. You check your phone for the first time and find a text from him, something had come up and he’d had to pull an all-nighter at the office.

Rolling your eyes, you make your way into the house. You spend the next few hours packing yours and Ella’s things into plastic crates you find in the attic. After you get as much as you can loaded into your car, you drive across town to the office for a lawyer you remembered a friend using in her divorce. You explain the situation to her and she agrees to help you. You leave her office and drive straight to the campus to deliver the news to Jackson personally. You park your car in the small lot and stare at the building in front of you.

“Just march in there and tell him,” you tell yourself before getting out of the car. Your march becomes more confident as you get closer to his office. You pause outside his door when you hear a distinctly female giggle before bursting into the room.

Chrissy, the gorgeous blonde from the texts, is sat on his desk, her shirt open and hanging off her shoulders. Jackson stands between her knees sucking a fairly substantial hickey onto her neck. They both jump and Jackson falls into his chair at the sight of you. Chrissy slowly pulls her shirt back on, eyeing you cautiously.

“Y/N,” Jackson says, standing from his chair. You shake your head and hold up a hand.

“Chrissy, isn’t it?” You ask, looking at the younger girl. Her eyes widen and she nods slightly. You give her a patient smile. “Would you mind giving me a minute with my husband?” She glances at Jackson once before picking her bag up and leaving the office quickly.

“Let me explain,” Jackson says, taking a cautious step forward. You let out a laugh and shake your head.

“There’s nothing to explain, Jackson. I’ve already packed mine and Ella’s things. We’re going to stay with Dean. You should be hearing from my lawyer soon,” you tell him. He nods slightly and you stare at him, incredulously. “You aren’t even going to fight to keep us, are you?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “This just…this isn’t what I wanted. What I thought I was getting. I never wanted kids for one thing.” His words wash over you and, while you had remained calm to this point, the anger begins to build instantly.

“You’re blaming this on Ella?” You ask, your voice strained. He shrugs his shoulders again. You nod and glance around the office. There wasn’t a single picture of you or her to be seen. “Well…good thing she isn’t yours then,” you snap. His eyes widen immediately.

“I knew it!! I knew you slept with him!!” He shouts, almost victoriously. “I hope you weren’t expecting child support.” You roll your eyes, turning for the door.

“I’m not. Don’t worry. Her real father, the one actually loves her, will take care of her,” you tell him before closing the door behind you. You run your hands over your face as you make your way back out to the car. Your phone rings in your back pocket and you pull it out. Dean. You can’t help but smile as you put the phone to your ear. “Hello?”

“Hey, Gorgeous! Hadn’t heard from you all morning, except for your note. Wanted to make sure you were okay,” he says. You can hear the concern in his voice as you climb in to the driver’s seat of your car.

“I’m great. I talked to Mom. Talked to a lawyer. Caught Jackson in the act in his office,” you tell him, turning the key in the ignition.

“You caught him?? With the girl?? Do I need to help you hide the bodies?” He asks. You laugh and shake your head as you back out of the parking lot.

“No. I didn’t kill them, don’t worry. He tried to blame Ella though,” you say. Dean’s quiet for a moment and you instantly regret telling him that.

“He did what?” He asks, flatly. You sigh as you pull onto the main road.

“He blamed his cheating on the fact that he never wanted kids. I told him it was…” You stop and bite your lip. “Wasn’t her fault.”

“Damn straight it’s not her fault. Or your fault. He better hope we don’t run into each other,” he says, anger in his words. You smile a little and shake your head.

“It’s fine, Dean. It’s over. I don’t even want anything from him. Alimony or child support…nothing. As long as he just signs the papers, I couldn’t care less,” you tell him. There’s another pause on the other end of the line before Dean speaks again.

“So, you and Ella are both staying tonight?” He asks. You could swear you heard a hopeful note in his voice, and you laugh lightly.

“We are. If that’s okay,” you say. You can practically see him rolling his eyes.

“Of course. You two can stay as long as you want,” he says. “You can share my bed. I’ll stay in the guest room again.”

“We’ll discuss sleeping arrangements later,” you tell him. A rush of exhaustion washes over you and you shake your head quickly to stay awake.

“Oh?” He asks, that hopeful note back. You blink a few times to refocus on the road.

“Y/N,” Dean’s voice says. But it doesn’t come from the phone. It seems to come from somewhere further away.

“Oh no,” you mumble, feeling your eye lids grow heavy. “No, no, no.”

“Y/N,” Dean says again. This time you aren’t sure which Dean says it, the one from the phone or the one from your dream. Your head slumps forward.

Everything happens so fast.

You bolt upright in the motel bed, still naked under the sheets. Dean’s standing at the edge of the bed, a bit bloody from the hunt but smiling.

“Case closed,” he says, dusting off his jacket. You stare at him and his face falls slowly as you feel something warn on your head. “Y/N?” He asks. You reach up and press your fingers to your forehead. When you pull them away, you find them covered in blood. “Sam!!” Dean calls out, rushing to your side. You let out a blood-curdling scream as pain shoots through various points in your body; your head, your ribs, your left leg. You fall into Dean’s arms as you slip out of consciousness.

For the first time in a long time, everything goes completely dark. You can feel the pain from your injuries but it isn’t as bad. In the distance, you can hear several sounds breaking through the darkness. They’re all muddled and you can barely make them out. Dean’s voice, frantically calling your name. Sam’s voice, asking questions. Another voice, a woman you don’t recognize shouting orders. There are other sounds, background noises, machines going crazy.

As soon as it starts, everything stops again. The sounds die down except for one. The steady rhythm of a heart monitor. You slowly manage to open your eyes and take in the room you’re in now. A hospital room, plainly decorated. You’re by yourself, none of the people you’d heard speaking previously are there.

The door to your room opens and you look over quickly to find Dean, relief clear on his face when he sees you.

“Thank God. I was worried sick,” he says. “She’s awake,” he calls out to someone in the hall. He sighs as he steps into the room, rushing to your side. You nod slightly, trying to think, trying to remember. Which you are you?

“What happened?” You ask, trying to clear things up. Dean sighs and shrugs.

“You fell asleep behind the wheel. Ran off into a ditch. You’ve got a concussion, few broken ribs, and a pretty nasty gash in your leg,” he says. Behind the wheel.

Just then, the door opens again. People begin to file into the room. Your parents with Ella, Dean’s parents, Sam and Jessica, and a woman who seems vaguely familiar but out of place. She’s petite and blonde with green and blue streaks in her hair. She comes to Dean’s side, wrapping her arms around one of his.

“Thanks for coming,” he says, smiling down at her. She smiles back at him and nods before looking over at you.

“How are you feeling?” The strange woman asks. You shake your head slightly, trying to place where you know her from.

“Confused, I guess. Head hurts a bit,” you tell him. A hand comes to rest on your forearm and you look over at Sam, Jessica’s hand held tightly in his own.

“That’s the concussion, I’m sure,” he says. You nod and look over as the doctor comes into the room.

“Alright, let’s give her some room to breathe,” he announces. “Let me look her over and you can come back in. A few at a time.” Everyone gives you a worried smile before starting to file back out of the room. The woman turns to Dean and kisses his cheek.

“I have to get back to work,” she tells him. He nods and watches as she leaves the room. You frown slightly, looking between them, then reach out and catch Dean’s hand.

“Who was that?” You ask when he looks back at you. He frowns as he takes a step back, squeezing your hand.

“It hasn’t been that long, Sweetheart,” he says. You frown at him. “I mean, she was your best friend for years.”

“Dean,” you say, shaking your head.

“That was Lisa, Y/N,” he says. You stare at him in disbelief, trying to reconcile this Lisa with the one in your mind. You recalled Lisa as a tall, brunette not a short blonde with colorful streaks.

It hits you like a flash of lightening. Memories of Dean and Lisa. When he’d gone back to see her and found out about Ben. Ben. Her son. Dean had lived with them for a year while he thought Sam was gone. Sam had been in Hell.

Hell…not Stanford.

Hell is real. Demons are real. Monsters are real.

This isn’t real. And you know exactly who’s behind it all.

Read Chapter 6 here.

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Fic-o-Ween Day 1

For Fic-o-Ween 2024 put on by @noots-fic-fests! All characters by @lumosinlove

The first (and hopefully not only) chapter inspired by the Mafia AU invented on the Hazelnoot discord server:

Sitting on the couch in his apartment living room, Leo was interrupted from struggling not to let his eyes skip lines during a very suspenseful moment in his book when he heard a loud crash from the kitchen. He jumped up and swung around the door jam to see all his nice pans on the floor…again.

His roommate looked up at him with wide eyes from where he stood by the coffee maker, “I swear I didn’t touch it!”

Leo sighed, “It’s not your fault, Finn. That rack keeps falling down because apparently these wall anchors do not hold their advertised weight!” He huffed. The cabinet space in their tiny New York apartment was abysmal, so hanging up his pans like they do in those fancy kitchens with marble counters or copper detailing seemed like the best option.

“Could also be these shitty walls,” Finn chirped and tapped the wall behind him.

“Yeah, that too,” Leo returned Finn’s grin and could tell he was also thinking about how well they can hear the music from the online Zumba class that one of their neighbors attends religiously. “I’m just going to have to get a stud finder at the hardware store. You have a drill, right?” Finn grimaced and shook his head. “Then a drill set, too.”

Finn clapped a hand on his shoulder as he brushed by with his travel mug, “I would offer to go with, but I’m headed into the office.”

“What? Finn, it’s Saturday.”

“A journalist never rests!” And he was out the door.

Leo looked at the small tear through the dry wall from the anchor being ripped out forcefully and sighed again. He stacked his pans on a clear spot on the counter and went to collect what he needed for a walk to the hardware store.

~

The bell on the door jingled overhead as Leo entered the shop. The closest one he could find on maps seemed to be a family-run place without much information on the page at all—just the open hours and a handful of reviews, no website or pictures of the inside. Leo would have to agree with kathybee309, it was surprisingly warm and inviting as soon as he stepped inside. He couldn’t see the check-out counter from the door, but clear, handwritten indices at each aisle directed Leo to the stud finders. He was holding two options in his hands, trying to think of a reason he shouldn’t just get the cheapest one, when a soft voice spoke up to his right.

“Are you finding everything you need?”

Leo noted an accent and looked up quickly only to almost drop what he was holding. The employee that spoke to him was decently shorter than him and had a combination of curly chocolate hair, bright green eyes, and prominent muscles—truly the way his heavy apron cinched around his waist and barely covered the width his denim-wrapped thighs was criminal—that had Leo a bit weak at the knees. “Umm, hi, yeah I think I’m um good,” he stammered. “Just,” a nervous laugh, “trying to decide.” Leo held up the stud finders and tried to make his smile friendly and not as painfully awkward as he currently felt.

The store employee walked closer to him and examined the options in his hands before meeting his eyes again. At this distance Leo could read his nametag: Logan. “What are you working on?”

“Oh, I’m just trying to hang up my pans. The darn wall rack keeps falling out, so I decided to go a little more heavy duty than dry wall anchors.” He held up one of the stud finders and tried to joke, “need some studs.” Logan gave him a smile, small and breathtaking.

“Well, they’ll both work for that, but this simpler one should be sufficient,” Logan tapped his finger on the cheaper one. Yeah, Leo would say that they were working just fine considering the person in front of him. “Is that all?”

“Yep,” Leo nodded, no thoughts in his brain.

“Trés bon, you can follow me back to check out.” Logan jerked his head back the way he had come and started down the aisle. Leo hurriedly put the other stud finder back and trailed after Logan, almost tripping when he noticed the way his ass moved in those tight jeans. He kept his eyes fixed on the back of Logan’s head for the rest of the short walk to the register.

It wasn’t until Leo had closed his apartment door behind him that he realized that he completely forgot about the drill. He leaned against the door and cursed quietly. At least this time he would be prepared for the hardware store hottie and maybe not make quite as big of a fool out of himself.

~

He had decided to give it a day, with the hope that Logan would not be working so that he could avoid further embarrassment. The other half of his brain really wanted to see the hot employee again, convinced that this time he would be able to successfully flirt.

“This is a terrible idea,” Leo murmured under his breath as he rounded the sidewalk and came upon the beautifully carved dark red-brown doors set into the corner of the building.

He beelined to the drill section upon entering and luckily didn’t have as much trouble choosing this time. He came from a Milwaukee household. His eyes bugged out a bit when he saw the prices, “Jesus, that’s expensive.” Good thing his new job paid pretty well.

“We actually have a sale going for those right now.” Leo jumped at the voice behind him and turned to see a familiar, unfairly handsome face.

“Logan, hi,” Leo recovered quickly and came to the conclusion that he would have been far more disappointed to not see Logan today.

“I feel a bit at a disadvantage with you knowing my name when I don’t know yours.”

“Oh lord, where are my manners? My name’s Leo,” and he reached out to shake Logan’s warm, callused hand. He couldn’t squash the urge to explain himself, “I realized yesterday that a stud finder is a little useless without a drill and screws .”

Logan turned to the opposite shelves and scanned them for a second before picking up a box of screws. “These should work well for dry wall and studs.”

Leo offered a winning smile, “What would I do without you?” and took the box from Logan, quite possibly deliberately brushing their fingers together.

Logan looked up at him for a beat too long before stepping back. He cleared his throat, “Just doing my job. Do you need anything else?”

After taking a quick survey of what was in his hands—drill, drill bits, screws—Leo responded, “nope,” and followed Logan to the counter. In effort to keep the conversation going as Logan was ringing him up, he commented, “the front doors are gorgeous.”

“Merci. That was a long project, but one of my favorites. I can’t stand painted front doors.”

Leo chuckled, “Neither can my mama.” He looked behind him in the direction of the front of the store, “I can’t believe you made them,” turning back to look at Logan again, “y- that’s incredible.”

He was rewarded with another small smile, but this one had a tinge of something sad, “Oh I didn’t do them on my own. I was mainly helping my father. This whole store was his passion project.”

“Hell of a successful passion project, I bet I’d be astonished to see what he could accomplish with his day job!”

Logan’s smile twisted confusingly wry, “His day job wasn’t as important to him,” then that same sadness again, “But we’ll never really know what all he could have done, he passed several years ago.”

Trying to temper his shame of talking with Logan about his dead father with the fact that Logan brought him up, Leo erased the shock off his face and brought one hand up to squeeze Logan’s shoulder, “I’m sure he feels at peace knowing you are carrying on the legacy of what he loved.”

“Well, he’s not the only legacy-carrier, are you Lo Bear?” a voice called, and a young woman emerged from the back. Leo dropped his hand. If he hadn’t already guessed that they were related from her statement, he would have known just by looking at her. They could have been twins, but her green eyes were piercing through him where Logan’s were a warm, solid weight.

Logan, with color on his cheeks, huffed, “Leo, this is my sister Noelle.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Noelle.”

“Likewise,” she cocked her head at him. “What brings you here this fine Sunday morning?”

“Oh, just trying to hang stuff up in my kitchen. Not enough cabinet space.”

“An eternal struggle in Gryffindor.”

Leo chuckled, “Yeah, I’m finding that out.”

“Did you move here recently?”

“Yes, actually I moved here only a few months ago.”

“For a job?”

Leo was starting to get slightly unnerved by the accuracy of her guesses but tried not to let it show, “yes ma’am.” Logan had finished putting his things into a bag and pushed it his way while glaring at his sister. He looked between the siblings for a second before politely saying, “well I’ll let y’all get back to work. It was nice to see you again, Logan.”

Logan turned back to him and his gaze softened, “come back any time, Leo.”

~

As soon as Logan heard the sound of the door swinging shut behind Leo, Noelle jumped up and hastily looked around the store, but it was empty. She turned back towards Logan, who furrowed his brows at her.

“Thank god I was here today. You need to be more careful, Lolo.”

“Quoi?” Logan looked around in confusion, “What are you talking about?”

“Are Jackson and Evgeni here?”

“Ouais, of course. What’s going on?” Logan’s eyes started darting around the store and his fingers gravitated towards the handgun strapped to the underside of the counter.

“Nothing right now.” Noelle flashed him a quick smirk, “I thought you were just flirting with a customer and wanted to come out and see, but then I got a good look at him. The tall blond cutie pie is not what he seems, he’s the newest detective on the Gryffindor police force.” At Logan’s wide eyes, she tacked on, “Ouais, the ones who would have us in handcuffs if they even so much as caught a whiff of what’s going on.”

“Merde,” Logan breathed out. While he wouldn’t have pegged Leo as a cop in a million years, he could see how his underlying air of quiet confidence would make him an effective detective. Still, he seemed too genuine to be at the shop secretly sniffing around for a case, and Logan had a good bullshit detector, “I will be more careful, Noelle, but I don’t think that’s why he was here.”

“I trust you, Logan, just don’t let that pretty smile blind you.” Noelle ruffled his hair and stepped back, “I’m gonna head back to Maman’s. I love you.”

“I love you too, Nolly.” Logan waved goodbye and waited until she was out of sight before he sat down with a loud exhale, running a hand through his hair.

He wished that knowing Leo was, in essence, his enemy had halted his fantasies about the man altogether, but it had unfortunately and predictably only intensified his desire. It was unusual for him to feel a connection with someone so quickly, without really knowing them at all, but Leo was special somehow, just like… Logan shook his head.

Why was such a seemingly sweet guy working for such a corrupt system? Why did Logan have the urge to trust him anyway? He opened his laptop and set to find out everything that he could about Leo, the new detective at GPD, for his family’s safety, of course.

[cosmerelists]

If Cosmere Characters worked at a coffee shop...

[Spoilers for Rhythm of War & Mistborn Era 1, technically! All other references should be safe.]

Let’s say the Cosmere characters lived in our world and worked as baristas. What would they be like in that role?

1. Kaladin: Keeps trying (in vain) to unionize with the other employees

Kaladin: I really thought we had it, that time.

Kaladin: I can’t believe I’m the only one who didn’t get fired.

Kaladin: AGAIN

2. Shallan: Makes the most gorgeous latte art you’ve ever seen

Customer: H-How did you make the flower 3D? It’s just MILK

Shallan: I learned it from a book!

3. Sarene: Is the queen of malicious compliance and working to rule

Sarene: Manager got on my case because the customer said the coffee was weak.

Sarene: I am using this scale to measure out the proper coffee amounts to the gram.

Sarene: These tweezers help. 

4. Kelsier: The rumors of his firing were greatly exaggerated

Doug the normal barista: Uh, I’m pretty sure our new coworker Ty Decker is just Kelsier in a mustache.

Doug the other normal barista: Impossible! We saw him get fired!

Doug #1: I’m telling you, man! It’s like he can’t leave this coffeeshop!

“Ty” (to a customer): Hello would you like to join my secret club?

Doug #2 (whispering): And I’m pretty sure he’s in an MLM!

5. Adolin: Knows each customer by name (and flirts for tips)

Adolin: Janala! It’s so great to see you! You look gorgeous as always!

Janala: ...

Janala: Is our date going to be just hanging out at your coffeeshop while you’re working?

Adolin: I-It’ll be fun; you’ll see!

6. Lirin: Refuses to apply upcharges

Lirin: No one should have to pay EXTRA for oatmilk!

Lirin: I’m just going to give this to you for free.

7. Steris: Has the employee handbook memorized

Steris: Actually, it’s illegal to ask Doug to start the coffee before he clocks in.

Steris: Employee handbook Section 3.7a.

8. Lightsong: Refuses to believe that he is a god (of coffeemaking)

Lightsong: Ugh, WHY are we always so much busier when I’m working?

Lightsong: I’m not even that good at making coffee!

Llarimar: People believe your coffee is the best in town.

Lightsong: The coffee maker does all the work!

9. Lezian: Keeps forming grudges against coworkers

Lezian: Every time someone else gets chosen for Employee of the Month instead of me...

Lezian: I make it my mission to see them FIRED before the month is OVER!

Kaladin: But that’s...always.

Kaladin: You’re not very good at your job.

Lezian: THAT’S IT

Lezian: YOU’RE ON MY LIST

10. Tress: Really just loves the cups

Tress: Oh! I love your travel mug!

Tress: Where is it from?

11. Vivenna: Gradually has all of her coffeeshop illusions shattered

Vivenna: Man, I really thought people would come in, order off the menu, and then wait politely for their drink to be made and delivered.

Customer: NINE SHOTS OF ESPRESSO! WHIPPED CREAM!

Vivenna: I have seen the darkest parts of humanity.

12. Hoid: Is somehow everyone’s previous coworker

Shallan: Wait, didn’t we work for UberEats together? 

Kelsier: No, that’s the bastard who slapped me! In the middle of Walmart! While we were on the clock!

Kaladin: Huh? I think that’s the guy who always changed the radio station in the store I used to work at.

Steris: I think he did Lyft with my sister.

Vivenna: Are you sure? I thought he worked at a bookstore with MY sister.

Sarene: I think I recognize him from my last office job. He never really seemed to do anything.

Adolin: How old IS this guy??

13. Rock: Makes the coffee...very strong

Rock: This is how we drink it where I’m from!

Customer: M-My tongue is dissolving!

14. Jasnah: Doesn’t like coffee

Shallan: You don’t like coffee??

Jasnah: I do not.

Shallan: You work in a coffee shop!

Jasnah: I don’t try to convince others to dislike coffee. 

Jasnah: But I do believe that it is an unnecessary contrivance that people depend too much on.

Shallan: I thought you pulled, like, constant all-nighters!

Jasnah: That’s just sheer willpower. 

15. Silence: Takes safety rules very seriously

Silence: Hey!

Silence: Wash out that cut, put on a band-aid, and wear gloves! You can’t bleed around food!

Silence: T-turn off that stove! You shouldn’t leave an open flame if you’re not heating something up!

Silence: AND NO RUNNING!

[secretdestinypainter]

Traveling the most beautiful places this 2024:

“Visit to Europe (Vienna)"

In my opinion, traveling is the most interesting thing that is liked by almost half of the people on Earth. Traveling is an adventure that broadens horizons, opens minds and enriches lives. It makes the person happy and fresh of any age, whether it’s about exploring exotic destinations, immersing oneself in different countries and cultures, or simply seeking relaxation in nature and embrace.

Traveling to different countries in a very short time is very difficult to memorize, and making all the events perfectly fully organized or managed is a big task, but having something that makes us memorize about our events in advance is a big support, like tinyti.me website makes this problem easier in today's world by making their website available for us to create events which help in perfect management.

I think Vienna is one of the most beautiful cities in Europe. The historic core of the city is a massive UNESCO Heritage Site brimming with incredible museums, beautiful galleries, and sprawling Baroque palaces.

The city is a history buff’s dream. There’s an incredible café culture, a nearby wine region, tons of amazing eateries, awesome live music (including world-class opera), and much more.

I’ve been coming here for years and I never get tired of visiting. Technically speaking I love the city so much that I used to run tours here!

Naturally, I’ve stayed at countless hotels during my visits. Here’s my list of the best hotels in Vienna:

1. Hotel-Pension Wild

This two-star hotel is one of the few affordable lodgings in the city center. It has simple but bright rooms that feature comfortable beds, plenty of space, and large windows that let in a lot of natural light. The design is a bit dated (the carpeted rooms don’t look particularly stylish) but everything is clean and functional. Rooms include basic amenities like a flatscreen TV, desk, and free Wi-Fi. The bathrooms are pretty small, but they’re clean and the showers have good water pressure. The hotel offers a hearty continental breakfast and the owner is friendly and welcoming. If you’re on a tight budget, there are small, no-frills single rooms with a shared bathroom available as well.

2. Hotel Domizil

This boutique four-star hotel has small, clean rooms with décor that makes you feel like you’re back in Vienna’s imperial past. The rooms have plenty of light and lots of antique touches, such as wooden desks and tables, and upholstered armchairs. Rooms also have free Wi-Fi, a flatscreen TV, and a coffee/tea maker. The bathrooms, while not particularly fashionable (the tiles are kind of ugly), are very spacious and the showers have excellent water pressure. The breakfast, which can be included in the price, has tons of variety, including lots of different fresh breads and cheeses.

Located in the city center, I think this is one of the best value places to stay if you want to be in the center of it all.

3. Hotel Mozart

One of the few hotels in the Rossau neighborhood (just northwest of the city center), this budget-friendly three-star hotel boasts large rooms with lots of natural light. Rooms are spacious and decorated in light colors and feature hardwood or parquet floors. There are lots of other wooden touches too, such as desks/tables, and large wooden headboards. Free Wi-Fi is included, as is a flatscreen TV and AC (a must if you’re visiting in the summer). Some rooms include coffee machines. The hotel boasts a filling breakfast spread each morning with lots of fresh fruit and pastries. There’s also a bar on-site and the staff are always happy to share their tips and advice too.

4. Hotel Johann Strauss

Located in the Wieden neighborhood, this stylish four-star hotel is named after the eponymous 19th-century Austrian composer. The hotel is set in a historic Art Nouveau building that’s been entirely renovated, with rooms that have lots of natural light and a soft, welcoming color palette. Rooms include a flatscreen TV, minibar, coffee/tea maker, desk, and sofa. I really like that there’s a lot of art around the property, including in the rooms (naturally, much of the art is music centered). The tiled bathrooms are huge, with lots of light and great water pressure. I especially like that the breakfast buffet is enormous and features a lot of variety. The staff is exceptionally friendly too and happy to help you make the most of your stay.

5. Hotel Am Konzerthaus Vienna

Located in Landstrasse near the iconic Belvedere Palace, this luxe four-star hotel feels more like a five-star property. It has a chic lobby and large, bright rooms with super comfy beds. Everything is fashionable and trendy, with lots of rich colors from a darker palette. The large bathrooms are bedecked with dark tiles and are well lit, featuring plush bathrobes and relaxing rain showers. Rooms also include a flatscreen TV, desk, and coffee/tea maker. The breakfast buffet is huge and has a lot of options, but I especially love that the on-site restaurant has a Michelin star (it does amazing modern takes on traditional Austrian dishes).

The hotel is a perfect choice for travelers who want some luxury without breaking the bank.

6. The Ritz-Carlton Vienna

This is arguably the fanciest hotel in town. A five-star property right in the heart of the city, this hotel is spread across four historic palaces (yes, actual palaces). While the hotel feels palatial, it has understated décor with a chic minimalist design (think lots of white space with touches of color or artwork). The marble bathrooms are huge and the showers have perfect water pressure. The rooms are also massive and have big, comfy beds (as well as desks, AC, sofas, and electric kettles).

There’s also a gigantic breakfast buffet offered each morning and a free glass of champagne when you check in. The hotel also has a pool that plays music underwater, a fitness center, sauna, steam room, and three different spas on-site. In short, it’s the pinnacle of luxury in the city and the best choice for travelers looking to splurge on an elegant stay.

I hope this blog helps you a lot when traveling next time to Europe (Vienna), So, whether you're embarking on a solo adventure, a family vacation, or a romantic getaway, This spirit of travel guides you on a journey of exploration, discovery, and adventure.

[valeriesseacrettumbler]

The little accident

Hotch x reader

Summery(barely) - After a minor car accident there maybe some lingering problems that scare the shit out of aaron.

This is a one shot unless some mfs ask for more lol.

WC- 4276

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You knew there wasn’t much time till Aaron picked you up but your already strong procrastination skills paired with the sick lethargic feeling you had made it all the much harder to get out of your cozy nest. 615- it was nice to be able to have breakfast with Aaron but to do so you had to wake up at the crack of dawn. You wrestle yourself out of bed and throw on the clothes you layed out last night. Mornings had never been your strong suit so to make them more doable you took some measures. Always set out your clothes, towel if you were going to shower, and set the coffee maker to have a fresh pot when you walked down stairs.

You were definitely getting sick, the slightly dizzy and sore feeling indicated that. But it wasn’t bad enough to not go into work so you thought you should just tough it out.

Earlier that same week you had been in sunny California on a case. One of the best perks of working for the BAU was the travel. For some agents that was the worst but you didn’t have any real responsibilities in dc that would hold you back. There was max, your massive Akita but you had a fantastic dog sitter. Other than that you could pack up and go at almost any time. On this particular case after a long and tiring investigation, hunt and chase of a particularly violent bank robber you and hotch had gotten into a mild car accident.

————————

“HOTCH”

You yelp

You turn to look too see headlights pouring in through the passengers side window.

Not even 20 seconds had passed since you plowed into the back corner of car you had been chasing. The driver had attempted to pull a u turn in front of you but your vehicles were already too close for Hotch to stop the car fully before clipping the unsubs left fender. With the speed you were going it ended up spinning the car about twice till it was on the edge of the road.

“Are you ok!?”

Your lungs hurt from the sudden pressure of you seatbelt but other than that you were fine.

“Yeah, are you?”

“Ye-“

“HOTCH!”

And that was when another medium sized Sudan plowed into your side of the car, sending your cruiser tumbling down the hill to your left.

For a moment everything went black as your head bashed against the window. Then you were in it, the car came to a stop in a somewhat akward position. Tilted on it side so that you were looking up at Hotch.

As soon as you regained some sort of grip you reach over swiftly to place your two fingers on his neck. He was unconscious but alive and breathing.

“A - Aaron” you don’t mean it to come out as pained as it did.

“mhhh” a small exhale and then a deep groan and Hotch was back.

After further assessment you were genuinely surprised they you both were ok. A tree had come through the window and pinned your waist and right arm. Your ribs hurt wheres the tree had made contact, probably broken. Hotch was cut up but basically fine and so were you.

“Can you move?”

His tone if hushed and concerned so you try to give comfort with your response.

“I just have to move the seat, can you hold this up and I’ll slip out”

Hotch held the tree branches as you clicked your seat back and slipped into the back seat.

You both climbed out of the wreck and turned to get a good look at eachother.

He swiftly steps forward and cocoons you in his arms, you didn’t have enough time to hug back so you settled with your hands tucked onto his chest.

He was leaning into your shoulder and holding you so tightly.

“Thank god your ok”

He whispers.

——————

Both of you were fine, checked out for injuries but emts and sent home. On the plane back Hotch sat with one arm around you for almost the entire flight. He was normally anti-PDA but you could tell how anxious the whole ordeal made him.

Now you were ready and waiting for hotch to show. You decided to meet him at the curb so you walk down. The sun seems a little bright for 630 but the days we’re getting longer.

He pulled in-front of you about 30 second after you walk down your steps.

You hop in, immediately he kisses you on the side of the mouth and the cheak.

“Good morning to you to” you laugh.

“I wouldn’t do that again, think I’m coming down with somthin”

“Hmm too bad I really wanted to do it again.”

Hotch shot you a devilish grin.

“So where do you have in mind this fine morning?”

You knew, whenever he got to chose the breakfast place he picked the same one

“I was just thinking the coffee place”

Moon rise coffee.

Exactly your guess.

He would get 3 eggs with whole wheat toast, bacon and a cup of black coffee.

You already knew that.

The BAU was slow today, which infact was coming to an end. Good thing too beck you were definitely ill. There was a high possibility you had a fever and you felt like you had been punched repeatedly in the chest. There was nothing you could do except hope to sleep it off so you watched the clock and the minute hand crawled by.

457-458–459— and there you go. You leave all your things at our desk only grabbing a small file.

The stairs up to hotches office literally took the life out of you. By the time you were at the top you were panting and sweating.

You finally made it and as you walked in Hotches gaze shot up. It started as happily supprised but quickly turned into a concerning tone.

He got up quickly meeting you in front of his desk where you had already sunk into a chair and were holding out the file limply.

“How are you feeling? I know you said you were getting sick but you look like your in pain.”

You were, your chest ached, head was pounding, it was the worst you’ve felt in a long time.

“Ehh I’ve been better” you say sheepishly

“I’ll be fine after a good sleep, which is why I came to say farewell.” You smile and begin you begin to get out of the chair you had melted into. Hotch quickly reached around his desk to get his bag and then the coat off his chair.

“I’ll come with you” he said as he slipped on one sleeve.

“Really, your going home at a reasonable time?” It was not somthing that happened regularly, he was normally there for about 2 hr after you.

“I thought I should take you home, you really don’t seem ok.”

He seemed genuine in his concern and you know how things this like this really fuck with his ability to be in control so you try not to seem too offended by his insinuation you could not make it home.

“Alright Hotchner, I’ll let you take me home but I don’t think you’ll be safe from the rest of the children out there.” You notion to the rest of the team now gathering in the bullpen before they all leave for the night.

It was harder than it should have been to go from sitting to standing, for about 10 seconds you were so dizzy you couldn’t see but as it passes you started to leave.

Grabbing your things you give a quick nod to the rest of the team and turn to leave.

“Wait your leaving too?” Morgan Looks at hotch and with a giddy tone spits out

“I see your girls got you on normal time now!” The team laughs as hotch shakes his head. He wants to retort but you are already so far ahead he chooses to follow.

Yet in passing his throws in “have a good night guys”

You had done so well up to this point, the bullpen, the elevator, the halls, the car garage but now as soon as you were reaching the car you weren’t doing well at all. There was a tightening in your chest and it was getting hard to breath. Hotch had already slipped into the drivers seat but as you went for the handle you collapsed.

You could not see or hear or move. It was all loud and bright. You thought you heard you name being yelled but at this point you couldn’t respond.

“Y/N!”

Hotch jumped out of the car, bolting to your side as he trys to get any response at all.

“Hey! Hey!” He softly shakes you but to no success.

From what he could see you were shaking, breathing heavy and ragged, and you were burning up.

You can see the panic in his eyes, the pain even though you were barely conscious. He was shaking as his hands slip under your head and knees as he slips you into the passengers seat.

Hotch knew he could get you to a hospital faster than an ambulance could get there. It was only 3 blocks away but it felt like miles. For you and him.

“We’re almost there… just hold on… please.” He was pleading as he reached over to your face. His hands were unnaturally cold because of your fever but his touch helped you feel safe.

At the hospital he grasp onto your hand for as long as they would let him before you were wheeled into the emergency room.

Upon your arival they had asked him so many questions. It was all a blur. Your name, blood type, all about the car accident and even if you were pregnant. He answered the best he could but his mind was going a million miles an hour. He was sweating and shaking and as the doors slammed behind your gurney a wave of nausea slammed into him.

Hotch turned to the waist basket at the side of the check in desk and proceeded to vommit.

A stranger waiting in the lobby came to his side.

“Hey are you alright?”

At this point he was dry heaving and could feel tears boiling up in the back of his eyes.

After a moment he seems to gain back control of his body and try’s to stand

“How about we get you to a seat”

Said the stranger

“Thank you.” Hotch grumbles

——————-

Waiting was the hardest.

At this point the team had come in, they didn’t get the call untill well after they had become heavily intoxicated at their normal bar. When they all did come in hotch didn’t even notice. His head was in his hands, elbows resting on restless legs.

“Hotch!”

“Is she ok?!”

“What happened!?”

He was unresponsive, tied up in his head.

Rossi promptly took the seat next to him and placed a hand on Aaron’s back.

He flinched and looked up swiftly. Rossi could see the redness in his eyes paired with confusion and pain.

Rossi quieted the questions with a

“Give him some room and go ask her” he was pointing to the desk attendant.

The team did as they were told leaving aaron and Rossi alone for a moment.

“Are you ok?” A question no one had asked hotch yet. After a long moment and stiff inhale he responded in a hushed sigh

“I can’t even think Dave…. She was fine, sick but fine and then she was on the ground. They said they couldn’t find a… a heart beat …..”

he paused for a moment taking in a shaky breath. “ I can’t do this again.. I can’t..” he stops as he try’s to gain some composure before he starts crying.

Rossi can see that he is badly holding it together and places his hand on Aaron’s shoulder in a comforting way.

Morgan walked over to where Rossi and hotch were cornered in the waiting room.

“She doesn’t know anything” he scoffs

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It’s been 2 hours since Aaron carried you into the ER and there was no update. At some point somone had called your brother, the only family you had, but he was over 6 hours away and wouldn’t be there till the next morning. The feeling that you would wake up alone kept Aaron locked into his chair. When he had delicately placed you on the stretcher his hands lingered under you. With Hailey he knew, immediately that it would be the last time he touched her. With you he didn’t know.

He tried to think back to when the last time he kissed you was. That morning. The last time he said he loved you? He couldn’t remember if he had said it after he left you last night. He couldn’t remember! He must have said it within the last couple of days but he couldn’t remember.

That’s what he thought about as he waited.

“Aaron, can I get you a coffee or anything?” Emily asks softly.

“Um sure, black” he was exhausted.

“You got it. Anyone else?”

Morgan and Reid volunteered to come with.

Emotionally the team was struggling. Emily was basically your best friend. You went out with the team almost every weekend as if spending all your time with them wasn’t enough. Morgan loved you like a sister. Reid looked up to you in a way that he didn’t with anyone else. You and Garcia we a little unit, always finishing each other deductions, mainly live had been saved based on your communal quick wit. Rossi was like a father to you even though you would never admit it to his face. JJ, even though you two didn’t always see eye to eye she loved you. They all did.

————

At the 3.5 hour mark a young looking nurse came out of the doors to the ER.

“Y/n L/n?”

As soon as he heard your name Hotch jumped up along with the rest of the team.

The nurse explained how you had suffered from internal bleeding along with a small tear and swelling in the tissue surrounding you heart and that they were still working on stoping the bleeding.

The car accident.

It made his stomach churn. He should have known, he was there. He saw you everyday since. There were small winces here and there like at his dinner table two nights before when you tryed to get out of your chair. He should have pushed you to go to the hospital. He should have.

———

6 hour mark came and went with no updates. Everyone but Hotch Rossi and Emily had gone home to rest. Deciding who would go was harder than it seemed. They all wanted to stay, but Rossi made the decision for them. It was for the best, someone had to go into work tomorrow.

———

11 hours in and the doctor finally came into the lobby.

Rossi and Emily had dozed off but Hotch was wide awake.

His arms were crossed and he was watching the ceiling, lost in thought.

He almost didn’t hear when your name was called. After a dazed second he jumped up again.

Emily woke up immediately but she had to slap Rossi’s stomach with the back of her hand to get his attention.

“It’s just too soon to know” it was a punch in the gut and Aaron could feel the air get sucked out of the room.

The exhausted looking physician explained slowly that you had coded 4 separate times once for 6 and a half minute which has caused your brain to receive very low amounts of oxygen.

They were able to stabilize you but until you woke up there was no way to know the damage done to your brain.

“When can I… when can I see her?”

“She is in the ICU so family can visit now, are you family?”

“YES” Emily chimed in.

Hotch turned to her and with a quick nod she continued.

“He’s her husband”

He wasn’t but with quick thinking on Emily’s part now Aaron could see you.

He was more thankful than Emily could ever know. As the doctor led him to your room he mouthed a ‘thank you’ over his shoulder.

He was almost running as he honed in on your room.

As he cleared the doorway he stoped.

Seeing you lying there with a tube coming out of your mouth, arms, stomach and wires crossed hectically over your chest he felt dizzy. He carefully picked up your hand as he knelt next to your bed.

It was cool and limp as he raised it to his face, kissing your palm as he did so.

“Oh… my love” he tenderly stroked your cheak as a tear fell down his.

——-

On the morning of the 4th day at around 5:14 am you woke up.

There was the sunrise coming up in the window but the light was faint. It was quiet except for the beeping of some machines. The birds are what you hear first though. Slight chirps pour in though an open window.

When you slept, you always left a window open. The only thing that would stop you is below zero temps. Yes, you had only been dating for a month but Aaron had a lot of time to study you before his skills were tested. He noticed your tendency to leave the car windows open and if any office you used on a case had one you would open it.

He opened your hospital room window on the first night.

You weren’t in the icu anymore which was a significant step. The fact that you had slept for 4days wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, the doctor explained. “She lost a lot of blood Mr.Hotchner, the trauma her body is dealing with right now maybe too much for her to handle awake and she just needs some time to heal.”

On the third day they took out the intubation but you still had a nasty drain coming out of your side.

It turns out it was very lucky that Aaron was there. The team made a schedule for him -and you- so that he could also go home to jack.

He was at the hospital from dawn to when he picked Jack up from school. And repeated for the first 3 days but on the 4th he planed to go into work. He wanted to see you one more time before he went back so he got there at around 445. The night staff let him in, federal badges do have a bit of power, and he sat quietly in the chair next to your bed. He was looking at case files that the team have had for 4 day already but he is just getting a chance to look it over.

By 513 he is done with the inicial interview folder and is trying to find the some paperwork he had to sign when he thought he saw something. It was still darkish outside but he swore he saw your hand move.

And then

He saw it again.

Your pale hand grasping for something.

He slid all of the paper off his lap and stood. He shifted over to the edge of your bed when you make a faint groan as he takes your hand, sandwiching it between his.

And your eyes open. Just slightly at first as you get used to the light. And then your staring into his.

He leans in swiftly making you recoil slightly. Trying to not move you as much as he can he only leans in to hug you so that you nesiled your head to his shoulder, you hand coming up to meet his back, just barely touching him. He pulled back after a few moments and kissed you. Your lips were chapped and you barely could muster the energy to kiss back. He sat for a while just kissing you , he pecks the side of your mouth as he pulls away.

“…what… what happened?” Your voice was horse from the intubation.

“You scared the shit out of me that’s what.” He chokes out. You grimace slightly as you start to assess the damage to your body. Everything hurt, your chest, your legs, veins, all of it.

Aaron explained what happened and you express the same confusion he did when he first found you keeled over.

“I was fine… how didn’t I know?” You almost whispered as a tear rain down the side of your exhausted face.

“They said the internal bleeding started very small and it was just eventually too much. They think it was from the car accident.” He paused as he just watched you. Just the fact you were animated in front of him put all his fear and panic on the back burner of his mind. He reached out and brushed your hair to one side of your face.

“��� I was so sacred y/n. You died… four times…” his breath became ragged and he looked down at the hand he had of yours.

“I know” your tone is supposed to be comforting but as you breath in a little more deeply than before you shudder. Grasping his hand tighter, looking up at the ceiling as your mouth mimics a small yelp yet no sound emerged. It feels like your chest is on fire. Aaron looked up at your contorted face and quickly reached over to hit the nurses button.

“They should adjust your meds, your shouldn’t be in this much pain.”

The nurse came in and upon seeing you and Aaron a large smile crept across her face.

She had only seen Hotch as his completely heart broken and lost self as he watched you.

“Thank god!” She said in a volume neither of you had prepared for making you both turn to the door and jump back a bit.

She silently apologized for her loudness and began too look over all your readings and chart.

“Agent Hotchner would you mind moving to the chair” she motioned.

He slipped back but he moved the chair even closer to the bed so that they were almost over lapping.

The nurse proceeds to listen to your heart rate.

“She’s in pain, can you give her somthing?”

“Unfortunately we have given her almost all that we can,(she turns to you) your heart is damaged which mean we really can’t put much stress on it or we risk you having a heart attack on us.”

“Mhh” you grunt.

“So there’s nothing, nothing you can do”

You can hear him start to get pissed.

“Aaron it’s fine, I’m alright” you give him the best smile you can muster, which isn’t very convincing. “You don’t want me to have a heart attack after all this do ya.” You let out a short breathy laugh.

He only stairs at you as the nurse starts to leave.

“The doctor will be in at about 6 but from what I can see your doing well, is there anything i can do to make you more comfortable. Raising your head might release some of the pressure in your chest.”

You nod swiftly. that’s all you wanted.

She began to tilt the bed so you were slightly sitting. The release of pressure on your lungs and chest resulted in a small gasp for you as your breath deepened.

Even though your eyes were closed you could feel his focused on you. It only took one or two slightly pained breaths for your rhythm to become even. You did sound better than when you were horizontal.

The nurse left quicky afterwards, at this point it was 545, and hotch knew Rossi would be awake. There was no way he was going into work. Absolutely no chance he would leave you now that your finally awake and he could breathe again. He just needed some time to fully process that your alive and seemingly ok. He quickly shot Rossi a text “ she’s awake, I’m not coming in”

“So what have I missed?” you ask in a slightly raspy voice motioning to the mess of papers on the ground with a slight jesture from your Iv covered hand.

Aaron let’s out an emotionless laugh and looks at the floor for a quick second before joining your eyes.

“It hasn’t even been an hour and you already want to talk about work?”

“I will talk about anything Aaron,” you say defeated. You just wanted to hear his voice, hold his hand and… sleep. It seemed odd how tired you for how long you had just slept.

“, please just talk” you can feel your impulse to cry is peeking through. He can hear it in your voice.

He has been so worried about your physical condition he hasn’t even thought of the damage it had done to your mind. You were scared out of your mind and in pain.

He knew how to comfort you through words.

“Ok my love, ok.” He kissed your hand and began describing the case the files scattered on the floor held.

Everyonce in a while you would ask a question like “ what did the ME say?” Or “ do you beleive him?” Just like at the round table in the bau. Now you just had to close your eyes and imagine it.

There was a smile across hotches face, he explained more as he picked up and read the folders.

Eventually you fell asleep.

[girlactionfigure]

We Are Not Safe.

I didn't want to write this post because I felt that writing it would inspire Israel's enemies. However, today I feel the damage from not writing it is greater than the damage from writing it. This is going to make many people angry. It sure makes me angry. Ah well.

Israel’s borders are not protected.

I must have gone on at least 300 trips in this little country. I've traveled along every border and often shoved my nose where I shouldn't. I won't name locations but I've seen places where I could walk through the border into a hostile country with no one to challenge me. I've walked among tanks and artillery without seeing a single soldier. Once, I saw machine guns just lying on the ground. I could have stolen one if I wanted to. Maybe I should have because Israel’s government is doing everything in its power to prevent law-abiding citizens from acquiring firearms.

Even now, there are places where a man can walk right up to the fence with Gaza (a fence you can kick down) without meeting a single IDF soldier. The border with Jordan is a rusty fence that's already disintegrated in spots. Along the border with Syria, I saw an open gate with three fresh recruits making coffee in the bushes nearby. Along the border with Lebanon there were spots where one could walk into the country without even noticing. You always imagine there’s some secret defense you don’t see, some camera, a silent drone, some fancy shmancy technology, but there isn’t. It’s just our imagination refusing to accept a dreary reality.

Israel is amazing at special ops and has possibly the best air force and elite units in the world. However, when it comes to routine security, we suck. Maybe we don't have enough manpower, maybe we just can't handle routine. I don't know. The point is that we can't do passive defense.

If the enemy can reach an Israeli community within a few minutes, sooner or later he'll do that. If you’re within sniper or ATGM range, nothing will save you when some nutter decides it’s time to meet his maker.

We like to make fun of Arabs for being stupid, for being backward, for being primitive, but they're none of those things. They're not inferior, they’re just different. They have eyes and they have brains and they have courage. They just act based on different values. By thinking of ourselves as so much better than them, we're giving them a huge advantage. We’ve already seen the price of arrogance, twice, but it seems we’ve learned nothing. We still treat them as children throwing a tantrum instead of a fearsome enemy.

People who think the ceasefire will bring any degree of security to the north assume we're capable of defending our borders from surprise attacks. 

We are not.

As long as there are enemy villages on the border, a horde of screaming barbarians can spill into any Israeli border town and slaughter dozens of people before the generals scratch their butts. All our awesome planes and tanks and commandos and cosmic Jew magic will do jack shit. The population is poorly armed and can't defend itself. The government has seen to it. You don’t enjoy reading it, I don’t enjoy writing it, but we both know it’s the truth. As a wise woman had once said, “you can ignore reality, but you can’t ignore the consequences of ignoring reality.”

Tactically, the deal might be good. Politically, it might be good. It can be 4D chess leading to an attack on Iran. It can help with the Gaza war. It’s a humiliation for Hezbollah and the Islamist Republic. All these might be true.

However, as long as the enemy has people along the border, and by “people” I mean human beings, we are not safe.

URI KURLIANCHIK

NOV 28

[noirapocalypto]

This is the OC fairy 🌼🧚‍♀️ When you get this in your ask box, please tell us three facts or trivia about one of your OCs, then pass it on to someone else 🩷 Let's learn about each other's OCs! 💛💐

gimme sixty nine Salem facts stat

KJDHSFGLKJS you think I won't? :FIGHT: Watch.

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1: His middle name is Layne. Call him this (ONLY allowed for those he's close with) and watch him bluescreen because it always catches him off guard.

2: Spaghetti is his favorite pasta, and probably one of his favorite meals.

3: His natural eye color is green. (originally blue when I first created him)

4: His coven is his family, they're a multi-generational coven. He and his cousins are the current "decision makers" in important coven matters and upholding coven traditions. He didn't care for the responsibility at first and often avoided it, but comes around eventually when he's a bit older with his own family.

5: Out of all his cousins, he's closer to Darcy since they spent the most time together when they were young. They're around the same age and might even live within traveling distance of one another.

6: Around his family, such as his coven and his dads, Salem goes by his first name Isiah. It's uncommon for him to be called by his stage name, unless they're just busting his balls (i.e his cousin Silas, Avis and Noah--all three siblings of one another and coincidentally also the three troublemakers)

7: He has his raven calls recorded into his throat cyberware, which allows him to do his raven croaks when he's not shifted.

8: Salem doesn’t like Judah very much due to completely different lifestyles and clashing personalities—but also because he’s a Leo.

9: He’s not much of a green thumb, nothing really grows when he plants it. Bastien teases him that he inherited his black thumb.

10: He’s very used to hot weather due to having lived in both the Republic of Texas and now, Night City/California, but doesn’t mean he likes it. He prefers colder weather…but can’t tolerate it much. He gets cold very easily!

11: One of his guilty pleasures is trashy reality TV like the Jersey Shore, as well as smutty supernatural romance novels.

12: Firm believer in ghosts, never has seen one before. But he really wants to and has ghost hunted before and would again.

13: Urban exploring is a hobby he’s had since he was a teen. He after spent his summers exploring abandoned locations with friends. Now as an adult, he enjoys exploring with his best friend, boyfriend, and their mutual friends.

14: He normally doesn’t wear much clothes around the house. If you drop in, he will answer in his underwear. And he’s not shy at all.

15: Salem is a fan of animation, and has spent plenty of nights just binge watching animated movies—including anime.

16: His magic is a blend of shadow, chaos and hedge magic. He’s very interested in astral work and often lets himself explore the other side of the veil.

17: His astral form is also a raven, though instead of flesh and blood like his usual shifted form, this one is spectral. At times, it can appear as a white wisp. Other times, his raven manifests as a deep purple form of cosmic matter.

18: Whenever he performs in Las Vegas, he stays a few more days after to partake in typical Vegas hedonism. He usually doesn’t remember much of it when he emerges back to civilization.

19: Sometimes he streams his music making process to his fanbase, other times he'll stream the "behind the scenes" moments of his music videos and other performances.

20: So far, he has the following implants: AudioVox w/ Voice Synthesizer, Cyberaudio Implants, custom Kiroshi Optics, full cyberarm (left) with retractable Scratchers, and Biotechnica Neo Lungs

21: Because of his animal association being a raven and their friendship with wolves out in nature, he tends to get along pretty well with werewolves. He can even understand them when they're shifted and can communicate with them non-verbally.

22: He prefers iced coffee over hot coffee, and iced tea over hot tea. Icy drinks > hot drinks.

23: His big weakness is ice cream. Boy loves his ice cream cones.

24: He has his fathers' names tattooed on either side of his neck.

25: Salem has known Amirah and Alec aka Tyrant since his Houston days. He's still good friends with Amirah, but is estranged from Alec.

26: He's half-demon on Bastien's side, though his witch genes are much more dominant than his demonic ones.

27: Salem’s a big stoner, from his teens up to his current adult years. He almost always carries a joint or two with him in case he wants to invite someone to smoke with him.

28: He was 18 the first time he killed someone. It was almost like a cruel rite of passage into adulthood. Amirah and Alec might have been present.

29: He’s no stranger to rap beef. Salem has released a few tracks dissing his rivals and there are a few about him out there too. One of his current storylines is an ongoing feud between himself and another rapper.

30: Salem doesn’t know much about Bastien’s side of the story. Neither of his fathers like to talk about it much. So he learned to stop asking, but he still can’t help but be a bit curious.

31: He’s comfortable with heights and likes to climb up to high perches to just chill. He also takes flight when shifted and heads up to rooftops when he wants some quiet time.

32: Salem is a deep sleeper. Once he’s knocked out cold, it’s pretty hard to wake him up.

33: His favorite movie is Beetlejuice. It never gets old to him.

34: He’s an “an eye for an eye” type of guy—as the Hales often practice. If you slight him, he’ll return the favor. The severity depends on how bad you pissed him off.

35: As a romantic partner, he’s very intense. He’s possessive and obsessive, and he wants his partner to match his freak. His soulmate is someone that’s as obsessive about him as he is over them.

36: His associated stone is smoky quartz. But he’s also very fond of amethyst and labradorite.

37: Salem values handmade gifts over expensive gifts.

38: 2am burger runs are his favorite nighttime activity. Bonus if he’s hanging out with someone and they go with him.

39: Like the rest of his family and coven, he enjoys collecting oddities and morbid little curios.

40: He gives his friends free merch whenever he drops a new product.

41: He also produces phonk music under the moniker MVGE. This is mostly a side project he does for fun.

42: Salem tends to allow himself to be a bit more chatty and friendly towards those that give off good vibes. He’s standoffish with those that have a ‘presence’.

43: He’s slowly learning to see and read other’s auras, which helps him get a decent grasp of someone before he approaches them. He still new to this skill and is being guided by his aunt Colene, who specializes in energy reading and is one of the coven elders.

44: Salem is a night owl and often wakes up around afternoon and becomes most active around dusk.

45: Salem looks a lot like Casey but acts very similar to Bastien.

46: He’s a man spreader when he sits, often slouched in his seat with his knees apart. Otherwise, he sits with his legs stretched out, ankle over ankle.

47: A ball sport that he enjoys playing is basketball. He often plays with Paolo when they hang out. Both playfully trash talk the other the entire time.

48: He made the mistake of laughing at one of the twin’s antics and they’ve been following him around ever since.

49: He enjoys spending time in his shifted raven form and often hangs out as a bird. This also includes giving into his corvid ways and enjoys being a pest to his friends and other passerby’s.

50: A lot of his spell casting have a black, wispy fog visual effect to it.

51: Because of his mage blood, Salem has a longer lifespan than humans. He will live well into his 100s or older.

52: Salem is very outspoken about his beliefs over politics and social issues. He isn’t afraid to say what others might be hesistant to say and he uses his platform to bring awareness to issues he cares deeply about. He’s not afraid of backlash and always challenges it.

53: He’s understands enough Spanish to know what’s being said to him, but can’t speak it much.

54: Salem is very prideful and finds it difficult to ask for help. He has an arrogance to him, as he takes deep pride in being a self-made artist. Everything he’s built for himself in his career has been down on his own without the shadow of another label looming over him.

55: Salem likes individualism and admires those that go against the gain and do their own thing—no matter how weird.

56: Bratty behavior is a major turn off for him. It irritates and annoys him when someone is being whiny and childish around him.

57: Sudden loud noises startle him, such as a balloon popping. Popping opening a can of biscuits drives his anxiety up the wall for a few seconds which is one of his sillier phobias. For comedic effect, when he gets startled—he involuntarily shifts into his raven form and flies up to the nearest perch, leaving a scatter of feathers behind.

58: It’s a running gag that Salem always has his joint in his hand or between his lips when he’s getting up to shenanigans. No matter how rowdy and chaotic it gets, that smoke isn’t going anywhere (aka Julian with his coke and rum from Trailer Park Boys)

59: Despite having lived in California/Night City for a few years, he still uses a lot of Houston slang.

60: Salem doesn’t really play well with others, especially when his personality clashes with them. His list of artists he’s willing to work with is very exclusive. Plus he also has a reputation of being difficult.

61: His favorite pastime is sitting out on his balcony in the evenings, with a good drink and a good smoke, and some music playing.

62: When he’s in a deeply committed relationship, he loves showing off his partner. He often likes to post risqué and suggested photos of himself and his boyfriend on his social media.

63: Salem is a man of very little patience. Don’t beat around the bush with him or waste his time because he will grow irritated and he will last out. If he wants a direct answer, give him one.

64: He takes every “medium” or “psychic” with a grain of salt. If he wants to be a dick, he’ll test them to see if they’re legit or not. The only ones he believes so far are the ones in his coven.

65: His turn-on’s include but aren’t limited to: masks/ski-masks, being stalked (consensually) by his intimidating boyfriend, and adrenaline fueled hookups in alleyways.

66: Salem keeps the bullets when he’s been shot at and has been hit, as little morbid tokens.

67: He’s attracted to men that share the same aesthetic and style as he does. When he used to date women, he was attracted to girls with styles/aesthetics opposite of his.

68: Salem is a slow-burn in every sense of the word. It takes time to truly get to know him and gain his trust. But when you do, he’s a ride or die friend for life.

69: He seemingly has a strange and long feud with a seagull named Terry. There is little to no explaining on who or what this seagull is—if it’s another shapeshifter or if it’s just some random bird dedicated to ruining Salem’s day. But it’s on sight and it’s almost as if he purposely shows up to antagonize Salem specifically. If you see a raven and a seagull scrapping it out in a parking lot—just keep walking, it doesn’t concern you.

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[thegreatclowncat]

funny thing happened in my acting class today that ended with me saying "i should become a criminal profiler or something"

our teacher described a place, and everyone closed their eyes to visualize it, but i do best with my eyes open so i just stared blankly into space:

[didnt hear the first sentence] the living room has a couch, a small cushion like a pumpkin, and a small table. Beside it is one of those cheap room lamps with a dome at the top and a little arm reaching from the side. across from it is a tv, but the tv has a very thin layer of dust on it. next room. theres a small table like a dining area, but it clearly isnt used for eating. there are stacks of papers covering its surface. in the kitchen, the countertops are clean, and there are a few drawers of miscellaneous items. the cutlery is in this glass jar container on the counter. there is a coffee maker and several mugs beside it. there is a dishwasher with a few old dishes in it. In the cupboard there are four plates, four mugs, and four bowls. in the cupboard beside it there is [didnt hear] lots of basic store-brand items. In the fridge there is not much for cooking, but there are a lot of bottles of craft beer. In the freezer, there are some ice cube trays and a bottle of vodka. down the hallway, there is a room where a washer and dryer are stacked. the washer is empty, but the dryer has dry clothes inside. in the bedroom, there is a bed that isn't made, and it is covered in a bunch of different types of pillows. in the closet, there are clothes, but it is hard to reach them without having to step through a pile of shoes covering the floor. WHO LIVES HERE?

and the class had to answer. different people said "a divorced dad" or "a detective" but i raised my hand and asked if she had any guidelines about our guess and she said no. so i went into it

"okay so clearly this is a person who either has a full-time job or full-time responsibility that makes them stay away from their home for most of the day, considering they don't have the time to cook or eat meals there. however, this person has an income if theyre able to afford all of these pairs of shoes and all of the alcohol. They also are busy until late in the evening, or else the tv would be used when they are relaxing trying to drink. [i was also thinking that this person is very busy to the point where they just wake up and leave, leaving their bed and laundry and closet for later time, but i didnt mention it]. this person lives alone, but sometimes has people over, because there are four sets of every dish---I only have TWO bowls living alone."

my teacher then revealed it was her grad-student era apartment. she was married, but she and her husband were long distance so he would travel to visit occasionally. she was gone from morning to evening doing school, and she would return just to go to sleep. she and her husband liked sampling craft beer, and she loved watching tv, but she was so busy that she couldn't do either until she scraped by to the weekend.

and i was just. laughing. i got it EXACTLY RIGHT

[sasha199]

Legacy: Part 1 - The Crown and the Archer

Alistair x Warden no smut in this one only kissing.

This is the first part of my Dragon Age Origins fic. It takes place about 4 months after the battle with the Arch Demon, both my Warden, Marissa Cousland, and Alistair survived the fight. Afterwards, he stayed in Denerim to rule as king, while Marissa returned to Highever as the Hero of Ferelden. They did not part on good terms.

“Your Majesty.”

The only outward sign of anxiety was her death grip on the quill she held, still poised in the act of a signature. Lady Marissa Cousland, the Teyrna of Highever and Hero of Ferelden was the epitome of calm. She maintained a flawlessly deferential tone, despite her surprise. And was she ever surprised. There had been no word of his travel, not a whisper of his impending arrival. It made her suspicious and nervous. It smelled like a spy.

“My lady?” Katerina, her best lady’s maid, stood before her, head bowed and cheeks pink with shame. Marissa felt the hot inevitable anger swirling in her belly, but she softened her expression when she looked at Rina. She let her lips turn upward and her tone take on a gentle edge.

“Not to worry, my darling,” Rina met her eye then, relief flooding her delicate vulpine features, “I will get to the bottom of this.”

“Of course you will, my Lady.” She gave a slight bob of a bow and, glancing at the visitor standing to her left added, “shall I send tea up for you and-“

“Coffee, please. With cream and sugar. Thank you.” Marissa put her arms on either side of her chair to lift herself up to standing position, and froze. The dress she’d selected for herself this morning was an older one, it hugged her in places that would make her situation too obvious. She casually adjusted herself in her chair, better to remain seated and hidden behind her desk, for now.

Rina gave a deep bow to their guest before she departed, closing the door quietly behind herself.

“You remembered.” His voice, the tenderness of it, she still heard it every night before she slept, it made goose pimples snake up her arms. But she retained her composure, brushed a wayward auburn curl back over her shoulder, and met his brown eyed gaze, unflinching. That gaze was hard, not harsh, but stern, commanding. It was similar to her own, though her eyes were a sparkling blue-green. She had mastered that look at the age of nine, to see it on Alistair was almost unnerving. But he was a king now, and kings were used to having their way, she must remember that.

“How could I forget? T’was you who helped me to develop a taste for it. Though I have never been able to bring myself to drink it black.” Her voice was pleasant, conversational, a bit cool. Perfect. Her belly roiled righteously. “Forgive me for not receiving you properly, your majesty, but I’m sure you are aware that the fault for my inability to do so rests entirely at your royal feet.”

“I would apologize profusely, my Lady,” There was not a hint a deference in that tone, in fact it took on a jovial lilt as he continued, “but I seem to remember you about as well as you remember me. The last thing I wanted to give you was time to prepare for my arrival.”

Marissa said nothing, his admission stung. He couldn’t know about… could he? Maker take his eyes, there must be a spy among her people.

He was studying her face, was he pleased by what he saw there? She could not tell. His eyes trailed down to the rest of her, and he stepped closer, his boots echoing on the wooden floors. “Will you not rise and greet an old friend properly, m’lady? Surely I’m to be granted this act of courtesy at least?”

Was he smiling? She was going to murder him. All that work to put him on that throne only to have to strangle him here and now. Such a waste.

“I am quite comfortable where I am, thank you.” Marissa set the quill aside and crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair. It was comfortable, large and leather, worn with use. Her father’s chair. This small quiet room was where Bryce Cousland had preferred to do the drudgery required of the Teyrn of Highever. It was in the belly of the castle, without even a window to distract him. Everyone had known to not disturb him when he had been at work in here.

The coffee arrived, it was not Rina who brought it but a man named, Hylan. He had been in her family’s service since her father’s time, and had the worn warm look of hardy Ferelden folk. His hay colored hair and beard had long gone to grey, but his back was straight and he carried himself as if these walls were his own. In a way they were. There had been many new hires since Marissa’s return, but Hylan had been one of the few survivors of Arle Howe’s assault. Marissa was glad to see him, he would know to be discreet. Indeed, he did not bat an eye at seeing her seated behind her desk while the king of Ferelden stood before her like a petitioner. He brought her a coffee mug without hesitation after serving Alistair, and promptly left the room with a perfect bow, as was proper.

Alistair noticed none of this of course, so many of the quiet subtleties of noble life were lost on him, but he was not a dull man. And only a fool underestimated him. He did not seat himself after Hylan’s departure, nor did he touch the steaming mug set on the side table for him. His eyes never left Marissa.

Marissa sipped her drink demurely, and again met that gaze unwavering. He was getting impatient, she could feel it in the air, like humidity.

“Tell me,” Marissa began, if she let him lead the conversation he’d get to the point too soon, “who on my staff would dare conspire with you to hide your impending arrival?”

“It doesn’t matter.” He took another step towards her, Marissa fought the urge to hunch forward. It was a large desk, he couldn’t see anything. “I needed to move as swiftly and as quietly as possible. The entire nation will know that I’m here soon enough.” He seemed put out by that, and she sympathized a bit for him. Just a bit. He’d lost a lot of freedom as a king, the thought touched her…it had been so important to him to be able to come as go as he pleased. As a Grey Warden they’d…no she would not think about that, she would keep her mind on the matter at hand.

“Indeed,” she replied continuing to contemplate the severity of the situation. She was alone in her study with the king of Ferelden. Perhaps he had the right of it. There would be no time for games, not once word got out of his visit to Highever. Best to think of it as already known throughout the castle and country-side. Gossip always spread like wildfire, especially of a young and eligible king who was anxious to marry. Soon all of Highever would be whispering of his arrival, and Alistair knew...somehow he bloody knew about her condition. But she had to stall, had to find a way to table this conversation, at least until Tegan arrived. He would be here in another day or two…

“Marissa.” Alistair’s tone was suddenly soft, full of feeling. It caught her off guard. She opened her mouth, but he continued before she could reply. “Stand up. Please.” Oh he would not be deterred.

She said nothing for a moment or two, trying to get her heart rate under control. “Is that a command?” She finally managed through gritted teeth.

“Does it need to be?” He reached for her, as if to take her hand, but she pulled back instinctively. Pain flickered across his face. “Rise, Lady Cousland.”

When she still did not move his expression changed and he made as if to dart around the desk. “Alright!” Marissa snapped, slamming her fist in the desk in frustration. And she stood.

The dress she had chosen that morning was an older style, something her mother had designed for her surely, before Marissa had been conscripted. Snug around her breasts and belted at the waist with a long a-line skirt. A perfectly suitable dress for the Tyrna of Highever, a bit simple but then she had planned to spend her day steeped in paperwork, not receiving the king. However, as Alistair looked at her she knew it was not the dress he was observing. There was no hiding the soft swell along her lower belly, she had belted the dress higher in the waist to be more comfortable, but the skirt hugged her curves, it did not hide them.

“Happy?” She crossed her arms again and turned squarely to face him. The anger was plain on her face, no point disguising it now.

He said nothing. He was staring at her, with the most ridiculously reverent look she’d ever seen.

She sighed, almost deflating with the intensity of it. “Alistair, you must understand I didn’t-”

“No.” He interrupted her, “you don’t understand.” And then he was holding her face, his lips inches from hers. He still smelled the same. “This is everything, Marissa.”

“Everything?” She tried to step back but she was pinned between her chair and the desk. He stroked her cheek, she ignored it. “You spoke of…of your duty.”

“Yes.” His eyes were lidded, his lips parted. She could feel his warm breath on her face, he was watching her mouth as if hypnotized.

“You put that above me, above us. I-I knew you’d be a good king, that you would do what was right-“

He kissed her cheek softly.

“Y-you threw me away with both hands…Alistair.”

“I know,” he whispered and she shuddered as he took her earlobe between his lips.

“I c-can’t just forgive you for that…” she could feel heat gathering between her legs…his hands traced slow lazy circles up her back…it had been a long time…so long since…

“You don’t have to,” he murmured into her neck, leaving a trail of warm languid kisses along her jaw, “you can make me pay for the rest of my life.” His mouth found hers in a soft tentative kiss. “As my wife.”

“Wha-?!” But the word was swallowed under his coaxing lips as their mouths crashed together. The taste of him…Marissa’s mind flashed back to the very first time their lips touched. In camp, almost two years ago, he’d been so nervous, she remembered him trembling. She’d loved it. Marissa found herself melting into him, Maker how she’d missed this. She gripped his lapels and pulled him closer. He hummed with pleasure, deepening the kiss, muttering her name over and over. She could feel her heart pounding all throughout her body, it was so familiar, and yet part of her couldn’t believe it was happening.

She felt his large hands curl up into her hair, gently pulling her body closer. Her breast pressed against him and she whimpered reflexively. He pulled away slightly, nuzzling her cheek, “Did I hurt you?” His voice was low, almost a whisper and full of concern.

She smiled against his mouth, and shook her head slightly, “I-It’s nothing.” This could not get out of hand, she reminded herself. She could feel her mind searching, fighting to come up for air. She must resist, for herself and for her child.

As she began to pull away Alistair tightened his grip on her, he knew her too well. “No, not yet, please,” he moaned, kissing her so fiercely she was dipped back against the desk, “just a bit more.”

A throaty laugh bubbled up as she placed a flat palm against his chest. She gave a gentle push, and he reluctantly stepped back from her, after sneaking in one more kiss, of course.

There was a youthful look to his face now, an openness she had not expected to ever see again. She hated to crush it.

“Alistair,” she began, breathlessly, “I cannot-“

“No. No. Don’t. Do not do this, Marissa.” His tone was commanding, she arched a brow quizzically, before schooling her face to a more empathetic expression.

“I will always love you, Alistair.”

He took a deep breath. And then another. Marissa was having trouble reading him. He held her hand in both of his and brought his lips to her palm. She watched in silence, her mouth pursed. When he pulled her hand away and opened his eyes, she saw she was facing the king again.

He let her go and went to seat himself on the opposite side of the large squat desk. He took a sip from the coffee mug still sitting on the side table, and gestured for her to be seated as well. She did, smoothing her skirts. She had no idea how the rest of her looked but she assumed she appeared as ruffled as she felt.

He waited until she was settled before speaking. “What is this about, Marissa. You have something larger at play here. What happened between us...after the Landsmeet.” He winced, as if the memories were painful to recollect. “I left you in tears. You begged me to reconsider, you insisted it was not the end. I do not bring this up to hurt you...but it does not make sense. I am offering you a future with me. You would not dismiss that purely out of spite…” he paused, assessing her reaction, “would you?”

Only fools underestimated this man.

“I was broken.” Marissa’s blue-green eyes were clear, but she could weep at just the memory of it. And she had, often. “I did want you back.”

She had hoped he would never figure it out, that he would take her pain at face value and not question her motives. Alistair approached her directly after the Landsmeet and had crushed her heart in front of their entire party. He’d said that he’d needed a wife that was not tainted, someone who would live to see their children grow up. Someone who was not her. Zevran and Wynne had tried to comfort her. But she had been inconsolable. No one could help her because she had done this to herself.

“So why? Why will you not marry me now?”

Marissa hesitated. Part of her did want to tell him the truth, the whole truth, about why she had decided to make him king. She felt that the Alistair she had saved Ferelden with, who she had risked life and limb with, who she had fallen so deeply, wholeheartedly in love with, deserved that. But was this man, this king, who sat before her, him? He had kissed her in the way Alistair had.

But she didn’t know. She couldn’t risk it.

“Your majesty, I will not lie to you. I cannot say that there is not some part of me that deeply desires to be with you, always. At least for the amount of time that I have left, until the calling comes…” she did dread that, and she could not help but rest a hand on her belly protectively. Alistair’s hands clenched reflexively. “But it cannot be so. What is done cannot be undone, our paths take us towards separate destinies now and your duty to produce an heir with a woman who will live to raise them has not changed.”

“My lady,” Alistair leaned forward, his hands clasped his voice raspy, he was so terrible at holding his composure. It was adorable. “I implore you to reconsider. May we speak further? Tonight?”

Marissa allowed herself a playful smile, “Do you mean to seduce me, your majesty?”

“Yes.”

She felt her face drop. He was serious.

“I will do what I must. This is my child.”

“Excuse you, my child.”

“I will see you tonight.”

“I have made plans this evening, unfortunately.”

“Then unmake them.” Alistair stood, “You will be spending your evening with me.”

[thatgirlsstar]

Make You Feel My Love // Kunikida Doppo x Reader

Warnings: Angst to fluff, Female reader, Pet names(Dear, My Love(used my both kunikida and reader), Kunikida calls reader Y/N first half of fic

Words: 1007

Now playing: Make You Feel My Love by Adele

Please do not copy, translate or post on any other platforms this belongs to @urgirlmoon thank you:)

Kunikida had a page in his book dedicated to how his future girlfriend/wife was supposed to be. You didn’t match that. You knew that. Everyone in the agency knew how you felt about the blond, knew how you tried to please him the best you could to hopefully become the one he wants. It never seemed to work for you though.

“Y/N please you know I have my ideals on the kind of woman I want.” He had said to you. That hurt. It hurt to know that you couldn’t be what he wanted. You requested time off from work. Fukuzawa allowed it knowing what happened considering word travels fast in the agency. He asked how long you were going to be gone and you said “A month, Month and a half at most.” - “Alright, please take care of yourself.” He nodded.

You reached the door and then looked back at him “Please don’t tell anyone I requested time off, they can speculate what they want.” He just nodded to you and with that you left. You went to your desk and started packing up your stuff. “Where ya goin’?” Dazai asked from behind you. “I’m leaving.” You said and turned to face him with your things. “What? Why?” He asked as if he didn’t know why and you just rolled your eyes and went to walk out the door. Atsushi and Kyouka had walked through the door when you were leaving “Miss Y/N?” Atsushi said your name and you just smiled “I’ll see you later Atsushi, You too, Kyouka.” 

They both didn’t seem pleased to see you leaving. You were out the door without a second thought. Kunikida came back to see your stuff gone and grumbled “Where did she go?? She still has reports to finish.” He seemed agitated. “She left just a few minutes ago.” Dazai said, rolling his eyes. Kunikida just grumbled and walked to Fukuzawa’s office. “President, Y/L/N left without authorized permission-” Kunikida was cut off by Fukuzawa “I said she could leave. Don’t worry about it.” 

After that day the month seemed to go by rather slowly. No joyous laughter from you and Yosano over silly things, no yelling from you and Ranpo fighting over snacks, no pranks pulled by you and Dazai, no small talk with Atsushi and Kyouka. Everyone was in a bad mood. “When is Y/N coming back!” Ranpo questioned randomly one day and everyone groaned in agreement, besides Kunikida. “I wonder as well…” Kunikida muttered, He missed you but wouldn’t voice it. A week later you came back. You were the first one in the office that morning. You got your work done before anyone came in, and gave everyone little presents for your absence, including Kunikida. 

You gave Yosano new scalpels, Ranpo snacks, Atsuhi a little white tiger plush, Dazai a new suicide manual book, Fukuzawa some tea, the Tanizaki siblings cake, Kyouka some little crepe snacks and lastly, Kunikida a new notebook from his favorite notebook maker. 

When everyone came in that morning you were nowhere to be seen, they noticed the paperwork on your desk was done and organized unlike how it was left when you left, they didn’t mess with it though, much to Kunikida’s displeasure. The next thing they noticed were the gifts. They were all appreciative. When you had come back from getting coffee everyone was ecstatic. Asking you questions, where you had been, what you had been up to, and most importantly why you had just walked out that day. You answered their questions and everything was back to normal.

That was 3 years ago. You and Kunikida are now married with a one year old and another on the way. Remember this one?” You asked him and he nodded “Of course I do my love. That was the day you came back to the agency after you left for a month, after I rejected your feelings for the first time.” He said and you hummed. “And this one?” You asked, pointing at a photo of him hugging you and yourself smiling brightly. 

“Of course I do, dear, That was the one Dazai took the day we got together.” He said kissing the crown of your head. “This one?” You asked and he chuckled “What was when you told everyone I proposed. Yosano almost fainted.” He said, replaying the memory in his head. “This one?” You asked, looking at him, “Our wedding, You and President were dancing. Your father passed the year before so you had no one to do your father daughter dance with, He volunteered.” Kunikida then pointed to the picture “You both look extremely happy.” He said softly. “Okay what about this one?” He asked you and you giggled. 

“That was when we told everyone we were having a baby. Dazai’s reaction was hilarious.” You sighed and then pointed to the next one “this one?” You said eyes looking over the picture. “First time everyone met Emiko, our bundle of joy.” He said and you laughed. “This one?” He said and you picture the scenario perfectly “This is when we told everyone about the second one coming.” You said putting your hand on your belly. He nodded, smiling and you flipped to the next page. It confused you. “What’s this one from?” You asked, looking at Kunikida. “I took that one on our first date when you weren’t looking. You looked pretty with the wind blowing your hair and the setting sun on your face.” He said and you smiled and picked up your daughter off the floor. “Why don’t we watch a movie?” You asked and Kunikida just chuckled and nodded while turning on the TV. You were leaning against him with your daughter on your chest and got comfortable. You were finally happy and content with your little family.

“I could make you happy, make your dreams come true, nothing that I wouldn’t do, go to the ends of the earth for you, to make you feel my love” -Make You feel my Love, Adele

[elgascreamslikehell]

So. I'm not dead UNFORTUNATELY.

But I'm working on it.

Anywho, I'm pretty sure nobody remembers small story i write but i still write it, so as long as i missed so many days... I will try to get to my speed back. So here's a piece. (And yes, i rewrite like one third of this cause what the actual hell)

It's five AM and Eddie's still not home. Buck hates it. Also he hates that it's five AM and he's not sleeping but checking the time and starting to panic. He shouldn't. It's a totally normal situation, Buck is a firefighter himself, so he knows the drill. And that's totally fine Eddie couldn't call.  Maybe he should call Maddie? It won't be too strange? Actually, how does she manage this? Chim is also a firefighter and there's a chance he could…  That's so lame really they kissed once and somehow Buck got insane. It shouldn't be that way.  For example, Buck literally died on the shift. Well, not the best thing to think about right now but if something went wrong he'd be informed, right? Actually no. He's not a relative and basically he's nobody…like, legally speaking.  Ok. He can wait a little more, like ten more minutes and then..he can wait a little more and.. The door is opened - he catches the quiet squeak sound and eventually he's in the hallway already ‘Fuck… I kinda hope I can be quiet enough not to wake you up. Sorry…’ Buck loudly exhales feeling so much relieved he can't even describe ‘You're so late for dinner we have only maple syrup ready but if you give me like fifteen minutes I can warm up the lasagna and ‘... He hears Eddie's laughing.  ‘It's fine. Go back to bed. I'm not hungry I'm just exhausted’ ‘Coffee? Tea? Are you ok?’ ‘I am.. Buck, did you even sleep? Cause you look more exhausted than me and i have double shift and not so exciting travel through forbidden tunnel with a five years old’ ‘What? Why?’ Eddie smiles ‘Long story. Coffee would be great actually cause I'm not sure it makes sense to sleep before Chris is off to school anyway’ They need to talk, thinks Buck. They definitely need to talk and it could go both ways and it could be a big disaster and he needs to maybe think about it. He tried before he started panicking so now it's hard to recall his thoughts ‘Okay, I'll make some’ ‘You mean, Hildi will make some and hell i hate it when my kitchen appliances smarter than me’ Buck laughs, just can't help it ‘Didn’t you get used to it yet?’ ‘The one and only purpose of the coffee maker is to make coffee. Not checking the weather or giving some advice, so no, I didn't. It's your fault we even have it!’ ‘I know’ ‘So it should have gone with the special guy who can use it properly. You will do’ ‘I will... Wait, what?’ Eddie smiles: ‘We need to talk’. Hell how easier it would be if Buck can see his face now. Probably. On the other hand… no, maybe not. ‘Right. So… maybe coffee first?’ ‘No. I mean… well. There was a moment on this call I was pretty sure I won't get out. And I thought about…things’ What the hell, Eddie, thinks Buck but he says nothing giving Eddie opportunity to finish ‘And I thought… several years ago I had no choice just to survive because I have Chris and I can't leave him. Then.. then you showed up in our lives and I thought well, even if i die Chris won't be alone so it's going to be fine and..’ Buck exhales. Discussion takes unexpected turns, definitely ‘That's not..’, - Buck starts to argue but Eddie scoffs: ‘Today when i stuck in the basement of the warehouse full of explosives i thought that and.. actually, something changed’ ‘What?’ ‘Something connected to you’, - Buck can feel Eddie's smile, he always can feel it but now it just hits differently ‘You don't trust me with Chris anymore?’ ‘What? No, hell, of course no, I trust you with my life. I meant… fuck that's hard maybe you were right and we should have coffee first..’ ‘No, you started this already! So please finish’ ‘I just…oh hell. I broke up with Eric because I don't love him. And you asked how can I be so sure I won't fall in love with him eventually. So here's a deal, I can be sure because I already fell for you.’

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[natzomi]

Ok there are two things in the 3 specials with the 14th doctor that realy anoy me.

Donna beeing able to just "let it go" and beeing ok

And the two tardises at the end

So in this probably very long and maby very confusing post ill try to fix them (aka write down how i would have done it with zero ofense or bad intent towards the people who wrote the actual episodes cause i still love them)

So we start with the donna problem cause it anoyes me the most. For this the star beast happens the same up until the scene where dr. Donna lets go of her timelord powers.

Instead of that the doctor manages to "contain" the timelord part of donna (and rose) and seal it away in her brain or something (i dont know. Its docor who it doesnt need to make sense) That gives them a unknown amount of time to get it out completly.

Donna and the doctor jump into the tardis to find a way to save her, coffee gets spiled, tardis goes crazy and basicly wild blue yonder happens exactly the same (maby a bit mor angst because of the still ongoing donna problem)

Then in the giggle we start to see donna get realy effekted by it. She has a constand head ache (makes her finding out the musik thing even more impressiv) and this beeing one of the reasons the doctor wants her to go back to the tardis in the toymakers shop (not only is he facing one of his most powerfull enemys but his friend is not in the best shape to deal with it as well wich stresses him out so hard)

Then the rest of the episode goes on normaly. They meet and play angainst the toy maker, he has his musical moment, the bigeneration happens and they win.

But instead of the price for them beeing the toymaker put in a box and the second tardis (yes i consider the second tardis as a price from the toymaker deal with it) 14ths price is donna and rose geting fixed and 15th gets to put the toymaker in a box for eternaty.

This way you get a storry line that goes throu all 3 episodes and fixes donna in a more rewarding maner than the way they did it in the show.

But you may now ask: "but natzomi if you think the secon tardis 15 gets at the end is a price for the doctor but in this version they both already got a reward then how do they both get a tardis?" And to you i say: they are the same tardis. But ✨��timetravel✨️

Like i said i dont like that there are two tardises at the end of the specials (yes i also said i think its a reward from the toymaker but that doesnt mean i like it. Why? I dont know i just think its a litle lazy and you could have done more with that)

Sooooooo to fix that problem you would need to add or change like only a hand full of scene.

Basicly the entity of star beast and wild blue yonder is the same no change there. But at the beginning of the giggle you add a litle scene (like 20 seconds max.) where the doctor notices a scratch on the console or a broken button or something that basicly doesnt stop the tardis from working in any way and he writes it of as the tardis having missed that while fixing herself or that she hurried back to get them in wild blue yonder. The rest of the episode continues normaly untill the end when they disgust the problem that 14 and 15 dont want to travel together, they are standing outside the tardis talking and then Boom. Out of nowhere a second tardis apears. They didnt do anything its just there. The exakt same tardis exept for that scrath on the console that only exists on the first tardis (the one we see throut the whole episode)

15 gets the one with no scrath 14 keeps his and everyone is happy.

But now we just need three more scenes later in the season to complet this storry. One where because of some fight or acident the tardis console gets a scrath on the console (extra points if the doctor doesnt know/see)

The second where the tardis just randomly leaves one day for like an hour or so (could be the start of an episode and the tardis disapearing kicks of the plot for that story)

And the last where the tardis returns (probably at the end of that same episode)

And now to get to the point ant explain the storry/idea ill just go over the events out of the perspective of the tardis (or at least her timeline)

In wild blue yonder she leaves to repair herself. Then she lands in the avengers unit tower and goes of with 15. After she gets the scratch she goes back to save 14 in wild blue yonder and then stayes with him for the rest of his life after he passes she comes back to 15 and the continues to travel with him.

This might also give the posibility for 15 getting his own interior since 14 probably changed it a lot while he had her and either 15 then could get the "old rundown" version with all of 14ths changes or the tardis changes completly for him.

Anyways its 3 am and i cant sleep cause i cant stop thinking about the stupid timetraveling alien man :)