#I was hoping and PRAYING someone would send jack

[foolsocracy]

hey man hope you're doing good!! if you're still looking for requests you know i've gotta request c!jack, maybe with number 24?

silly me, waiting

[bones4thecats]

Beelzebub, Poseidon, Jack and Nikola with a s/o that's like 10X stronger than they are, like reader doesn't look like it at all but they can just pick them up and throw them over their shoulder with not even a little bit of their power wasted, reader is also known all around like a powerful and authority figure, they're a head god/goddess (kinda like Zeus and Odin)

Them With a Head God and Strong! S/O

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Beelzebub, Poseidon, Jack the Ripper, and Nikola Tesla Name: Them With a Head God and Strong! S/O Requester: Anonymous

A/N: These readers are all from different FAKE Pantheons, so you won’t be able to find any information out. But, they are all slightly inspired by the Bible, the Sinto, and the Greek Pantheon. By the way, here are the four different regions the FAKE Pantheons are from/set; Hierarchie - Germany ║ Hiérarchie - France ║ Jiēcéng - China ║ Ierarhie - Romania. By the way, these all mean ‘Hierarchy’ just so you guys know

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🪰 You had met Beelzebub back in 2000 B.C.E. at one of your first Gods’ Council Meetings as the leader of your Pantheon, Hierarchie

🪰 He was a very quiet person, and that interested you, due to being a fairly quiet person yourself. And the only reason that Beelzebub actually looked up from his hands was when someone tried to offend him, resulting in you sending a lightning bolt to strike them directly in the head

🪰 When you guys first met, Beelzebub had tried to keep his distance from you, as he didn’t want your Pantheon on his ass if you were to be harmed by this God-forsaken curse he was born with

🪰 Surprisingly, despite his obvious care for you, this curse had never harmed you, it was as if Satan had seen you as worthy of the affections of Beelzebub’s, which made him nearly cry tears of joy

🪰 Now, when it was decided that Ragnarok would have to produce 13 Gods for fighting, it was decided that there would be a Head of Pantheon fighting against a well-respected member of Humanity fighting

(Ignore the Beelzebub and Nikola Tesla fight)

🪰 It was you who was chosen to fight against Humanity’s representatives, the Greatest Warrior in History and by-far the most Successful Military Commander in History, Alexander the Great

🪰 The man had readied his Völundr sarissa as you stood there as he claimed the care that Humanity had and how they could better themselves if given the chance, your husband softly chuckled at your comeback to the pledge

" Let me guess, Brunhilde has been filling your heads with that nonsense? How fitting. She’s always been such a blood-thirsty and crude woman, I wouldn't put it behind her to lie to her assets. Though, despite the ignorant comment, you are not the dumbest man I’ve met, though, you better pray that he doesn’t die, mortal. "

🪰 The Gods erupted in laughter at your insult, and hearing Brunhilde’s swears only made it even better

🪰 Due to being well-known for your barbaric actions in battle and that you loved working your opponents up so they lost due to anger made your Pantheon cheer as Heimdall called out the starting word for Round 8 of Ragnarok

🪰 Now the only thing your husband could do is watch and hope that you come out of this unscathed, if a human could take down the likes of Poseidon, Heracles, and Hades, who knows if they can get you

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🔱 As a new head to your Pantheon, Hiérarchie, that originated in the northern land of Gaul, now known as France, by the migratory people

🔱 Poseidon was not amused when Hades had sent him a letter explaining that he was required to come to a meeting between the most powerful members of the multitude of Pantheons across the world

🔱 He had only been there a few minutes when you appeared in complete smoke, covering your feet as you strode in as your right-hand, the God of Life, Vie (life), appeared next to you, spreading light whereas you spread darkness

🔱 During that meeting, Poseidon had snuck quick glaces at you, and the only one to even come lose to noticing was Hades and Vie, who only glanced at you both and shrugged their shoulders

🔱 As you and Poseidon began to speak more and more over the next few thousand years, your relationship grew into a full-on marriage, settling a union between two of the most powerful Pantheons in mythology

🔱 Now, when Ragnarok was proposed by Brunhilde, you were chosen by Zeus to represent the Gods in the third round against an unknown human contestant

(Ignore the Poseidon vs Sasakii Kojiro fight)

🔱 You were set to go against the well-known Greek physician, Hippocrates, also known as the 'Father of Modern Medicine', who had written many different things he had discovered about illnesses, which helped Humanity grow in healing one another

🔱 Staring at the middle-aged man, despite the fact he (supposedly) lived to a very old age, that being 90 years, you scoffed lightly. This action made the physician cock and eyebrow and ask you what the matter was

" You. You are the matter. I'm the head of a Pantheon, a Supreme Deity, and I have to battle against some old man? How repulsive. " " You sound quite arrogant, ma'am/sir. " " Arrogant? Y'know, I was going to be nice and allow you the win so I can get back to doing my real job and handling my people, but now? Forget it. Grab your weapon and ready yourself, human. Because I'm not as nice as some say I am. "

🔱 Gripping his trident tighter as the second passed in the battle, Poseidon was interrupted in his thoughts by his nephew, Ares', screams of support to you as Heracles smiled and cheered for you more quietly

🔱 You were stronger than him... and if he knew he could defeat a human in battle, you definitely would. Right?

" Please be safe, my love... "

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🩸 Jack knows for certain that you're powerful, far more powerful than him. Even if he had a clone of himself, you would still win against both, no doubt. You are a Supreme Deity for a reason, after all

🩸 As your Pantheon was made many centuries before England was, you would normally curse people out underneath your breath in severely ancient Chinese, and whenever Jack asked you about your travels back home, you would rather he call it 'Zhongguo', as that is what it was called when you were made

🩸 When Ragnarok was hailed and you walked out of the Council with your smaller-Pantheon following you and the Valkyrie sisters, you were worried... what if Brunhilde chose your husband?

🩸 Unfortunately, Brunhilde had asked if your husband would be willing to participate in the battle to the death. And, being a protective spouse, you shut it down and said you would take his place

🩸 Hearing that news made Jack nearly spit out his tea, he knew you didn't want him to die again and all, but why would you sacrifice yourself like this?

" My love, I am truly sorry for not notifying you about this issue. But, I must admit, I do not wish to see you get thrown around by some punk-God who just wants Humanity destroyed. Unlike them, I know for certain that Humanity is worth fighting for, and I- I don't want you possibly dying for that cause. I'd rather die than live without you for the rest of my life. " " As your husband, I admit the same. An afterlife without you would be like living on Earth without oxygen, I would not be able to handle it. " " How about this; we fight together? After all, neither of us can live without the other, right? " " You always find the most crafty ways of getting out of this accidents, am I correct, Y/N? " " Yes you are, dearest. "

(Ignore that his original opponent was Heracles, he deserves to live U-U)

🩸 Humanity was not happy to hear that they were being represented by a killer duo, that being the supposed Jack the Ripper, a man who killed multiple women throughout the year 1888, and a Deity of Blood-lust and War, one that had tortured many in their conquest to rid the world of threats against your people

🩸 The Gods chosen to fight you both was the twins of Egyptian Mythology, Geb, the God of the Earth, and Nut, Goddess of the Sky. You just so happened to be close to Nut, which resulted in you and her going apart from one another as the battle commenced

🩸 When you and Geb looked into one another's eyes as Jack and Nut looked into their opponent's, Brunhilde looked over you all and clenched her fists

🩸 You both better come out of this alive; she doesn't need to lose someone she holds very dear to her again

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🧪 As the Supreme God of the Ierarhie Pantheon, which hailed from the European Country of Romania, you knew of many people coming from nearby lands, including the famous Nikola Tesla, who migrated from his home village in Smijan, Croatia, to North America

🧪 When you both first met, you were speaking to one of your close human friends, Marie Curie, and he noticed how your eyes lit up with amazement as she explained the suit's mechanisms

🧪 He hasn't seen anyone other than his fellow scientists look so gleefully at a piece of machinery before

🧪 As you stood and listened, Nikola had looked at you every once and a while before he was called by Marie, making him turn around and officially meet you

🧪 And he had to admit, you were one of the most gorgeous beings he has ever laid eyes upon. You were even more beautiful than the first invention he ever made

🧪 Ever since that day, you had always come in on your free-days away from Supreme-Deity duties and you would assist the many scientists on what they could do to improve the giant suit for Ragnarok

🧪 Speaking of Ragnarok, when you found out that the man you had grown close to was fighting Beelzebub, one of the most ruthless and mysterious Gods in the entire mixture of Pantheons, you had put your foot down and begun to speak with him about it, resulting in Brunhilde and Zeus making the exception for you to help out during the round, like a fight happening during a fight

🧪 When it was announced that you and Nikola were needed on the battlefield, you had hugged him tightly as he and his Valkyrie, Göndul, prepared and performed their Völundr

🧪 As you gripped your weapon, he looked down on you, gifting you the most gorgeous smile you had ever seen in your entire life of millions of years, and hearing the love-sick words pour out of his mouth made you nearly cry and kiss him for the possible first and last time

" Ljubavi (my love, I think?), I must confess this to you before we make an ultimate sacrifice. I love you, I have ever since I had laid my eyes upon your darling form. And I must do this if we do not make it out alive. "

🧪 When you felt him kiss you, you wrapped your arms around his neck, making him sigh contently as you kissed him right back. His and your shared fears leaving your minds for a while as the moment continued, the only thing snapping you away is the sound of Heimdall beginning your introductions

" I love you, Y/N. " " And I love you, Nikola Tesla. "

[auras-moonstone]

someone requested this but i lost it😫😫 the request asked me to write a story about reader being a streamer and jack and her meeting through one of mason’s streams. i hope you like it! 💖

locked up in your arms — jack champion

word count: 1,581

pairing: jack champion x streamer!fem!reader

summary: y/n’s crush gets exposed during her stream with mason, but luckily he feels the same.

Y/N HAD STARTED HER TWITCH CHANNEL PURELY FOR FUN, NEVER EXPECTING SO MUCH PEOPLE TO START FOLLOWING HER. She did pretty much everything—reactions to movies, music, chatting, occasionally gameplays. People were instantly drawn in by her charm, kindness and sense of humor.

And Mason Gooding had been one of them. He absolutely loved her channel, so when he saw Y/N was a huge fan of the Scream movies, he didn’t hesitate to reach out and asked her to do a stream with him. She, of course, said yes. The viewers loved their dynamic, and their shared streams became something they did weekly.

“You have gotten so much better at this game” Mason said as they finished playing Dead By Daylight.

Y/N grimaced “Sure, I still suck. I mean, my gaming experience starts and ends with the Sims”

Mason laughed, and was about to respond when the sound of his phone interrupted him. “Jack Champion just texted”

The girl gulped, hoping that the mic didn’t catch that. To say she had a crush on that actor was an understatement. Her face turned a dark shade of red, and prayed that it wouldn’t be that noticeable through the camera.

“He says, Mason tell the people I say you’re a sussy baka” the streamer read the text, trying not to laugh.

“Did he just say sussy baka?” Y/N pressed her lips together.

“Don’t make fun of my boy!” Mason warned her.

“I’m not! I thought it was ador- hilarious” holy shit she almost said he was adorable.

“And tell Y/N the Sims is a great game, and I bet she builds beautiful houses” Mason continued.

“I do build beautiful houses. Thank you, Jack!” she said, glad the stutter didn’t come into play.

oh god y/n is about to go into cardiac arrest

hey! don’t expose her lmaooo

girl is crushing hard

didn’t we know she had a crush on jack already??? have you seen her scream 6 reaction???

omg yes she totally thirsted over him for two hours straight.

Mason bursted out laughing at the comments. “I need to see your Scream reaction holy shit. Why did no one ever tell me?”

“They’re exaggerating” they weren’t. “And drop it! You’re not seeing the reaction”

“I so am” Mason said. “In fact, why don’t we react to your reaction?”

“Why don’t we end the stream and never talk again?” she frowned, acting annoyed.

“You’re so adorable!” he laughed. Mason actually thought she and Jack would make an excellent couple, and he was so going to make that happen. “Anyways, that was the end of an eventful stream. Now we gotta go, Y/N needs to put ice on her cheeks”

“I hate you” she said as she ended the video call.

Mason texted her a few minutes after the stream ended.

hey ur not mad at me, are u?

no, i’m not. i just am a little bit embarassed

now everyone knows about my crush

did jack say something? pls tell me he was not watching the stream anymore.

i don’t know. he didn’t say anything, so maybe he left before you exposed yourself

very funny

anyways he’s going to find out. people are for sure sending the clips 😫😫

why are you so worried?

it’s not like you’re going to meet him.

no i know

but idk, i don’t want him to think i’m a weirdo

for having a crush??

don’t be silly. he won’t, jack is the sweetest guy on earth.

okay fine

maybe you’re right

i’m overthinking as always :)

MASON ALMOST LET OUT A SCREAM OF EXCITEMENT WHEN THE TEXT ARRIVED. He had been pretty much hopeless about his plan, so he was caught off guard when Jack told him he was going to LA that weekend. Now, there was one last thing to do.

hey y/n/n

hey mason what’s up?

are you free this saturday??

yeah why?

devyn, jasmine and jenna are dying to meet you, so they told me to invite you :)

we’re doing a picnic!!

yess i’d love to!

GREAT I’M SO EXCITED

why?

BECAUSE😬😬

you’re so weird

thank you

see ya on saturday

Mason couldn’t shake the smile off his face as he opened the group chat he had with Jasmine, Jenna and Devyn.

she’s coming!!!

the ship is about to sail!!! 🚢

she’s going to hate me but it’ll be worthy

i still can’t believe how red she turned during the stream. she’s absolutely adorable

okay but can we talk about how smiley jack was when we showed him the clips???? he’s down bad too

that’s why i’m doing it. i wouldn’t if i weren’t sure they are attracted each other.

i can’t wait till saturday😫 they’re going to be so cute!!!!

he’s going to kill her with adorableness with his dad jokes

he already killed her with the sussy baka thing. i can’t believe he said that. he’s lucky he’s pretty

Y/N, AT THE SAME TIME MASON WAS TEXTING ON THE GROUP, OPENED THE MESSAGES APP. She had a huge smile on her face as she texted.

he really thinks he’s being a mastermind 😭😭😭 it’s so funny

i know 😭 i bet he’s planning everything on the gc with the girls. he has no idea. i feel powerful😎

you are so cute 😫 i can’t wait to hug tf out of you

cute? so, in your scream reactions you call me hot and say you’d be lucky to have been one of my victims and irl you call me CUTE? 🙄

you’re not ethan landry, jack

he’s top 1 on my love of my life list

what place am i in?

third

THIRD?? who’s second? 🥺

taylor swift

oh yeah. should’ve figured.

well, to make you feel bad, you’re in my top 1.

i don’t feel bad at all, jack

oh… well okay. i am totally fine being in your top 3, tbh. at least i made it.

NOW i feel bad😫

i really want to hug you, like the thought of it brings me butterflies

just a couple of hours left ❤️❤️

we have two entire days alone before we meet with the group

i can’t wait to see your pretty face in person🥹🥹

ughhhhhh

stop being so sweet when you’re not here😫😫

i’ll see you in exactly 8 hours :)

good night gorgeous 💕

night pretty boy 💖

Y/N STOOD IN FRONT OF THE METAL STAIRCASE, WITH A SIGN THAT SAID LOVE OF MY LIFE #3. She offered Jack to pick him up from the airport, so there she was, waiting anxiously for her boy.

She couldn’t believe it was actually happening. They had been talking for a while now—he sent her a dm only a few days after the stream, and had been talking non-stop ever since. Both of them have been open about their feelings for each other, as they were pretty obvious, and they basically acted like a couple. Even though that had never met in person, until now.

Jack’s heart stopped when he caught sight of the beautiful girl with the sign, which made him laugh a lot. He pushed through the people, muttering quick so sorry’s until he reached her. Y/N was looking up at him attentively, as if trying to take in every detail about him. The sparks in her eyes made his stomach go crazy.

“You’re real” he breathed.

“I mean, there’s this theory that we are actually characters in some big videogam-“

Jack grabbed her by the cheeks to pull her close to him, so their foreheads were touching. His smile could literally light up a whole town “You can tell me all about your interesting theories, which you know I love to hear. But right now I’m deciding if I should kiss you or hug you”

“In that order, please” she said, completely wonderstrucked by his close presence.

And so they kissed. Y/N found out Jack was a slow kisser, which she absolutely enjoyed because she never wanted that magnificent kiss to end. And Jack discovered Y/N was very touchy—her hands wouldn’t stay in just one place, but she explored every inch of visible skin.

“Now I want my hug” she said after a couple of seconds of trying to recover her breath. Jack threw his head back laughing before embracing her in the so awaited hug. “Yup, never leaving these arms” she squished her cheek against his chest.

The grip around her shoulders tightened “Thank god, cause I didn’t know how to tell you that you’re now forever trapped in here”.

“Um, could you please move?” one old woman said.

Y/N sighed as they pulled away “Taylor Swift was right when she said forever is the sweetest con”

“I’m sorry. You two are really adorable but I want to get home already” the woman said.

“No, it’s okay. We’re sorry” Y/N smiled kindly.

“Let us help you with your baggage” Jack offered, taking one of the suitcases while Y/N grabbed one of her bags.

“How long have you two been together?” the woman asked as they walked her to a taxi.

“Oh-uh…” Y/N wasn’t sure what to say. She wanted to think they were together even though they never said the word ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’.

“Three months” Jack spoke up. “We live in different states, but we talk everyday. We never made it official, but in case you were wondering, and this is for you too Y/N/N, I feel that we are a couple”

The woman looked at Y/N, waiting for her answer. The girl smiled brightly, feeling the weight of her heart evaporating “I feel that way too, Jack”.

[riding-palominos-every-day]

JoJo's nightly prayer was usually a comforting sound to Elmer. He may not be religious himself, but the soft murmur of his best friend's voice as he prayed lulled him to sleep most nights.

Not tonight, though. Tonight the sound distressed him.

Jack wasn't on the roof, even he had enough sense to sleep inside when it was cold. So Elmer slipped down from his bunk and crept over to the window, scuttling up the ladder. He wasn't allowed on the roof without one of the older boys, according to Jack, but right now Elmer didn't care what Jack did or didn't allow.

"Um... hullo, God. Or Jesus. Whichever of you are listening." He didn't kneel, or clasp his hands, but he did lift his head to stare up at the big white moon, faintly through the wispy clouds.

"I know JoJo's praying at the moment, and you should listen to him, but I hope one'a you can listen to me." He paused, trying to collect his thoughts.

"Romeo's dad came by again today. He scares me- not as much as he scares Romeo, 'course. Mush scared him off 'fore Kloppman even got to the door though. An' Sniper's dad came by yesterday. I dunno why Sniper keeps going home when he hurts him like that. That's what I wanted to ask you; why d'you let people hurt other people?"

A particularly sharp gust of wind bit at his bare arms. JoJo would probably say it was a Sign, that he was asking questions he shouldn't, but Elmer was tired of the questions building up inside him.

"Why- why did you let Mr. Wiesel an' the Delanceys and the police hurt us during the strike? Why did you let Mr. Pulitzer and Hearst raise their prices, when you must know how we live?" His voice was trembling now, increasing in volume unintentionally, "Why'd JoJo get sent on a ship here alone over a war that never even happened- n-not that I'm not happy he's here, but he doesn't know how to find his parents! Half my friends can't be with their family for one reason or 'nother, an' the other half are terrified of them! Why d'you let that happen? Why did you let my mama send me away? I don't know what I did wrong!"

Elmer was shouting now, his cheeks damp and vision blurred with tears. He didn't even realise. Someone was speaking to him, although he couldn't make out what they were saying. He felt warm, safe arms suddenly wrap around him, pulling him close against someone's chest and turning his face away from the moon.

The moon gave no answer to his questions, and neither did anyone else.

[warpedpuppeteer]

I ask where? Are these scenes not on my tv? Also blaming buck for the date? REALYYYYYYY

Hi there! Thanks for sending this ask. The only explanation I have is that they're all mass hallucinating. Suffering some kind of delusional disease. Let's pray for their health 🙏🏽 Also, hope you don't mind but I'm about to rip these losers a new one.

He was so kind when he left Buck on their first date just because Buck was still new to queer dating and said something stupid in a panic which btw shouldn't have even offended him because he KNEW Buck was new to this.

He was so perceptive when he made the lame ass kink joke when Buck had been worried about his father figure DYING and shared a bit of his trauma with him.

He was so considerate when he took into account how excited and stressed Buck was about Chim's bachelor party and decided to *check notes* not to dress up because *squints at smudged writing* he was on duty even though he still could have made some kind of effort.

"Man looks intimidating" meanwhile him 🗿. He looks dumb as rocks. That's an insult to rocks. Rocks have personality.

"He's huge" yeah a huge waste of time.

Again, these weirdos have twisted Buck's character into some kind of damsel in distress and the other one as his white stale bread knight. Also reeks of heteronormative nonsense.

BUCK is huge and capable and gentle! Stop stealing other character's traits just to paste it onto your white bland plot device character!

"Always making sure Buck meets him halfway" oh you mean like the time he kissed Buck without asking first? Or the time he didn't tell Buck he was leaving until his uber came and didn't even have the decency to order one for Buck?

"giving him assurance" oh you mean like the time he said enjoy it while it lasts when Buck was happy about something?

Should I go on because I can and will dismantle every single delusional thought these mfs have.

Next.

You know what's not healthy for the beginning of a relationship? Walking out of your first date because your newly queer partner didn't want to come out of the closet to their best friend (and not to mention the best friend's gf was there).

You can be upset if you already expected your partner to be open about their queerness but Buck didn't say jack shit to him. He just wanted to try going out because he was attracted to him! Thumbtack didn't't say jack shit to Buck either.

As an older queer person, he should be more than aware that coming out to people you love can be terrifying! Even if they are good people. Sure you can expect to date someone who's only out but how tf was Buck supposed to know that when this is literally their first date?! Also this mf was so deep in the closet when he was working he had a fake girlfriend and everything so this is really fucking rich coming from him. Like, the audacity?

And not to mention he didn't say anything and just walked out, letting Buck chase after him in confusion and then left him on the sidewalk letting Buck feel BAD FOR NOT COMING OUT. You know how fucking insane that is??! So get the fuck out of my face with this nonsense.

I'm absolutely convinced Trolldemort stans are the kind of people who would absolutely create or join a racist, homophobic, misogynistic cult. Same creepy vibes.

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Halloween 2024 - Day 7 - Terrifier 2 (2022)

Send in the clowns...

A year ago on this very blog we watched a little movie by the name of Terrifier, a gore porn laden romp with an eeriely captivating villain in the shape of Art the Clown. I had initially prophesied that this would be the one and only apperance of Mr Clown because we don't take kindly that sort of hyper violence around here. Unfortunately, that prophecy hasn't come to pass for one reason…well, actually two reasons but we'll come back to that. The more pressing issue is something that is doing gangbusters at the time of writing; Terrifier 3. Quickly surpassing $55m in box office takings saw Art's latest outing shoot to the top of the US box office charts and take it's place as the highest grossing unrated film of all time. But why would that change my mind about proceeding on with this franchise? It's a Christmas movie.

They found my one weakness, a Christmas horror movie. Like Silent Night, Bloody Night and Black Christmas before it, I feel duty bound to see this movie but we can't just dive head long into the 3rd movie and leave a gaping hole in our knowledge of Art lore. There could be cruical plot points that we'd be missing so, despite an enourmous amount of trepidation, I reluctantly sat down to see this sequel. And frankly, as little as I would expected it, there is a lot of stuff going on here that is seemingly going to be vital to the franchise as it firmly sets it's sights on film number 4 at some point in the future. No longer is this a movie of disposable characters that are merely fodder for Art's depraved bloodlust, mere playthings for him to torture whilst the adoring viewers at home cheer him on as he commits ever increasing acts of horror. This time we actually have characters we can feel invested in and pray actually make it out alive by the end.

Namely young Sienna, our final girl who dons a valkyrie type outfit for a large portion of the film, fitting for her position as a sort of antithesis of Art. She is a beacon of hope amidst the darkness and almost seems to have been ordained as the one person that may be able to bring Art's reign of terror to an end. But if the first movie taught us anything it's that nothing is off the table here. We saw how Tara came a cropper there so who's to say that the same couldn't happen to Sienna? It brings a whole extra sense of tension when no one in the film feels truly safe, not even our protaginist. There's a feeling in every scene that Art could pop up at any moment ready to cave someone's head in or slit their throat, the dread building with each passing second as if someone were turning the crank on the world's most demented jack in the box. The human element is not the only thing that has been ramped up here, if you thought the first movie was disturbing then you haven't seen anything yet. Just utter the words 'bedroom scene' to anyone that has seen this and it's bound to elicit a reaction. But Art in general revels in his actions unlike his big name slasher brethern before him. I've said before that guys like Michael Myers or Jason Vorhees have a very ruthless effiency to them, kill and move on to the next victim. Art would much rather sit and watch you suffer, your cries of agony like a symphony, the pain on your face is a piece of fine art for him to admire. So why then does a film that I enjoyed much more than the first and one so dripping with atmosphere fill me with such ambivelance? (Which means feeling two opposite irrececoncilible emotions about the same thing) Well, that atmosphere arguablly goes a bit too far in creating an immensense sense of dread that permeates every single scene, an atmosphere so opprossesive that it's almost aniexity enducing when it feels like your favourites might be seconds away from being disembowled. It's a movie that feels so dark and grimy that I felt like I needed to shower afterwards. And what small measure of cathartic joy you might feel from seeing Art defeated is ripped away from you knowing he'll be back again for 3…and 4…and probaby 5, 6 and 7. It put's me in mind of something like Return of the Living Dead, being in this entirely no win situation as your droom draws closer and closer. Art is inevtiable, a reminder of our own fragile mortality upon this ever spinning world. At least the borderline comedic violence and effects during the kills does offer some scant relief, the victim's wounds looking like live action cartoons at times did break the immersion somewhat but at least they dragged me out of the deeply depressing world of Art for a second.

But it's hard to truly escape it when they have such unspeakable horrors as people watching Night of the Living dead in fullscreen. This is far more evil than anything Art could ever do. As much as I don't want to, I'm afraid that we'll be back here again for Christmas 2025 for Art to make it a truly red Christmas.. But wait, what about that other reason I wanted to see this? Just like in the movie itself, we're going to sneak it in as a little bonus at the end. For who should pop up during the mid credit scene?

Why, Chris Jericho of course! I had known about his apperance in this from his podcast some years ago, which is where the original movie found it's way onto my list, and we do like our wrestling adjacent media around here. Why, we can even do a CM Punk type recap! We'll keep this fairly limited rather than try to cover his whole career. As of late he has been seen leading a stable in AEW by the name of 'The Learning Tree', a moniker shared by Jericho himself who plays the role of an obnoxious and insincere veteran offering to share his wisdom with the younger generation but is obviously only out to further his own career. This has been met with negative reactions but moreso in a 'go home heat' sort of way with audible chants of 'please retire' during his matches and segments with many feeling his run is tarnishing the end of what has been a sure fire HOF career. Arguably, his opinions outside of wrestling and his wife's whereabouts on January 6th might also be going someway to tarnishing his career but that's another story. His 'technically correct' (the best kind of correct) boasts do little to help the matter either, just today on his podcast he was bragging about being in the number one movie in America, a statement that should carry as many asterixs as when he says his band, Fozzy, played to over 80,000 people in Wembley Stadium. Pretty sure when people bought those tickets it wasn't for Fozzy featuring support from AEW, just as Terrifier 3 isn't Chris Jericho featuring Art the Clown.

[k-s-morgan]

Hi I hope your doing ok. I'm praying for you and the rest of the Ukraine. I'm a huge fan of your writing and I wanted to run an idea by you and ask your opinion on it. I'm writing a fanfiction story about Hannibal in which it turns out Bedelia had Hannibal's child, a daughter, in secret many years ago after a discrete affair and gave her away to a catholic orphanage in New Orleans. Years later she becomes a trainee at the FBI and ends up working for Jack Crawford to help him bring Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham to justice. How do you think Hannibal would react if he found out he had a daughter? would he try to turn her into a killer like himself and try to form a murder family with her and Will like he tried too with Abigail or would he kill her? Could he? and also how would Will react? Would he be pleased with getting a second chance at getting to be a father figure and try to have with her what he wanted with Abigail or would he be angry and jealous and try to kill her? Or would they both be amused at finally getting a worthy adversary in their ongoing cat and mouse game with the FBI? I'd love to know your thoughts and any constructive criticism would be very welcome. I'm a little new to tumblr and haven't posted anything as of yet but will definitely soon when I can find more time for writing. I've been working crazy hours, doesn't leave me with a lot of time or energy for writing but I try too when I can. Anyways best wishes and I hope I hear from you soon!

Hi! Welcome to Tumblr, and thank you so much for your kind words <3

This is a very interesting fic idea! Love that you chose New Orleans as a home for Hannibal's child, considering Will's ties to this place.

Whether Hannibal would try to influence his daughter depends on her personality. We never see him try to seduce normal people like Alana or Jack or Franklyn to darkness. Because that's not what he does: he always respects his projects' preferences. That's why he sends a vulnerable patient to Bedelia, who likes to crush the weak; why he urges Margot to kill Mason but no one else; why he encourages the beast in Randall. That's why he gives Will people like Hobbs, Gideon, Randall, Mason, Tobias, Francis, himself. He never deviates from this. He knows what each of these people is capable of and he doesn't cross their limits, just pushes them to embrace their highest potential.

So, if his daughter had inner darkness, then yes, I think Hannibal would be interested in bringing it out. But if she was genuinely good, then I think he'd want to preserve it. He'd probably think it's incredibly ironic that he and Bedelia gave birth to someone normal. I doubt he'd want her to live with him and Will as a part of their family - honestly, I doubt Hannibal would have bothered with Abigail if it wasn't for Will, despite him having a form of true attachment to her. But he'd likely want to stay in touch. His daughter would be not just a part of him, but also a part of Mischa, and Hannibal would treasure it. He'd be capable of killing her, but only if there was no other choice. I do think he'd pick Will over her any time.

Will, I think, would be wary at first. I don't think he'd be jealous, but maybe he'd feel insecure occasionally. He'd probably focus his resentment on Bedelia, though. His attitude would depend on the personality of Hannibal's child and the dynamic they'd develop. If she chased them, then Will would probably be upset and worried: he wouldn't want to be caught and he wouldn't want to harm her - or to let Hannibal harm her. If she showed a little more moral greyness and interest in getting to know them, then I imagine they'd be able to develop an interesting mixed relationship: a little friendly, a little fatherly, a little adversarial.

Naturally, this is just how I see it. Hope this helped! Wishing you inspiration!

[devilbeez]

Headcanon collection #13

Twst boys + staff with kids

Would have kids:

Riddle (I like to think his mom taught him he HAVE to have kids cause legacy and other r/arethestraightok thing and stuff but now he just wanna take care of someone and it just make him happy to raise new life into the world better than his mother did)

Trey (obvious choice)

Cater (he have kids for the magicam /j/j)

Deuce (he want to be like his mom and raise a child with love and support)

Jack (not necessarily want kids but if his lover ask he’d be more than happy to)

Floyd (what can I say I like the headcanon that he’s good with kids)

Kalim (I feel like his family request for this and he’s definitely one of those that was never ready to be a dad then as soon as the kid come he shape up and realize “oh shit I can’t depend on Jamil and everyone else anymore I have to take care of a child—“)

Rook (pray for his kid’s friends man this child not gonna come out normal)

Lilia (already have one)

silver (following his dad footsteps plus he want Lilia to get to hold his grandchildren)

Malleus (need heir for the throne and he would be more than happy to take care of someone and make sure they don’t feel the same loneliness he felt)

Would not have kid but is happily married

Ace (he can barely survive with just him he doesn’t think he’s ready to be a dad)

Leona (hate children but if he ever got kid i guarantee you the kid gonna be the most daddy boy/girl you’ll ever see cause how much this mf spoiled them)

Azul (business first what can I say)

Jade (also business first and he want to be the fun uncle)

Vil (this man want his career to be first and he never like the mindset that a complete family is one with 2 parents and a child)

Epel (man want to focus on his family business, he never thought of kids)

Sebek (he left room for lord and savior Wakasama, literally he prioritize protecting malleus and his family he doesn’t have time to start his own)

Would not have kids and is happily single

Ruggie (man is the fresh out of jail uncle and he love it that way)

Jamil (man want to live his freed life the the fullest, he might date but he don’t wanna be tie, if anything he’d just eloped and just live with the person with no marriage)

Idia (I mean come on— and if the family want a heir I will guarantee you he will literally build one—)

Ortho (he’s a child and a robot—)

Bonus: the staff

Crowley, would have kids already have kids worst dad ever in term of responsibility best dad ever in term of fun

Crewel, wouldn’t have kid but would be happily married, man have his dogs he’s set

Trein, already had kid and already married

Vargas, depressed and single I’m sorry sweetie—

Sam, happily single and crotch goblin free, man is being the fresh out of jail uncle along with Ruggie and living his best life

Bonus bonus:

the uncle that spoiled their friend’s kids, nieces and nephews: Azul, Jade, Vil, Idia, Ortho, Crewel, Sam, Cater, Kalim, Lilia

Bonus bonus bonus: Dads who show off their kids:

Riddle but the kids will never NEVER find out

If Leona have a kid somehow he will show them off only because they’re a little shit

Azul just to capitalize off it. “Aww look aren’t they cute, golly I hope our business able to make enough money to send them to good school 😔😔”

Lilia, full on circle of life simba up in the air style

Malleus, only because how much the kid look like his lover and how cute the kid is

all the staff would also do it too but it would be secretly in like "my child is the best fuck you" way with each other

[lavendorii]

lol lmao when did i call either of y'all a "puriteen" i hate that word and if someone calls you that i'll gladly throw hands with them on your behalf, that said lol and lmao on whatever else y'all said about me, i'm just vibing when a stank ass callout post shows up on my FYP and then i very politely explain like "hey this is fucked up and this doesn't really show jack or shit about anything" and then you act like i sent stared gloom death threats when all i said was that callout posts (and that specific one) are fucking stupid.

alright. you're a full fucking adult with nothing better to do than send anons and comment on posts made by children. you're making a complete ass of yourself with how smug and condescending you are, simply because someone spoke out against one of your mutuals. Someone who was in the wrong, admits publically to being in the wrong (even though god knows that was all for show) and yet you still make time to log on to this website and put so much energy into beefing with children. I have nothing to prove to you, I have no reason to defend myself OR my boyfriend. You claim to not harass people, yet you've sent three asks to me for jokingly saying I wanted to stone you and left several comments on a post simply because you didnt like it. Get a life. I'm not going to waste my time seriously addressing your arguments because I have better things to do and I would hope and pray that you would as well. I'm not answering any more of your asks.

[inscrutable-shadow]

Whumptober 2023 Day 5 - What's the Worst That Could Happen?

@whumptober-archive

No. 5: “You better pray I don’t get up this time around.”

Debris | Pinned Down | “It’s broken.”

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Jack yanked hard on the Doctor’s lab coat. “Get down, Doc, unless you want to catch one of those bullets in your teeth!”

The Doctor crashed to all fours, panting hard. “Apologies, I am not moving as quickly as in my younger days. I suppose there is no longer any chance of reaching our destination on time?”

“Sure as fuck not. Is the First Quarter always like this? Seems like every other week I’m getting myself caught in a shootout.” He pulled another magazine out of his belt and slid it into his pistol in a practiced motion. The suppressive fire didn’t seem to deter their pursuers any.

“I cannot say it is uncommon, at least in this area. I had hoped my return to the land of my birth would be less… hectic. If only the gangs here had a Queen of Diamonds to unify them.”

Jack scoffed. “Yeah, I think we’re good with just the one.” He poked his head around the concrete barrier and immediately pulled it back. “Mother’s veil, these guys don’t give up…”

“I don’t imagine so. Astra Group would likely send any number of men to ensure my premature demise,” the Doctor said mildly, adjusting their glasses. For someone who had a hit squad out for them, they sure seemed much more concerned with how much exercise they’d been getting than the actual bullets. Standard Doc.

Jack checked his surroundings. Narrow access tunnel, and the pod car was around a corner about thirty meters away. He’d give the Doc a moment to catch their breath and then they’d run for it. They were slower than he was and he’d have to take a few calculated risks if he wanted to keep them intact. Well, if there was one thing the procedure had done, it was make him better at math.

“Okay, Doc, we’re gonna make a break for the pod car. Don’t look back, just keep running.”

The Doctor, still sweating and panting, looked up at him in dismay. “That distance? I cannot keep up with you, Jack, I will be left behind—”

“No, you won’t. I’ll keep pace with you. Just trust me, okay? Keep moving and you won’t get hit.”

“I find that incredibly unlikely—”

“And go!” He hauled them up by the lab coat and pushed them out of the cover of the barrier, but not too far, giving them a chance to right themselves. The Doctor let loose with a colourful stream of curses, but started running anyway, which was the point.

Jack allowed himself a bit of a laugh. The “hitmen” couldn’t aim for shit compared to a Suit’s evasion ability, even protecting another person. He was, for the most part, able to keep his important parts out of the path of the bullets, and he only had to yank the Doctor to the side twice. He clicked the key fob to open the pod car’s hatch as soon as it came into view.

The Doctor was flagging by this point, their pace steadily decreasing despite their best efforts. Jack was going to have to do something about it. “Forgive me for this, Doc, yeah?”

“Eh? Ack!” They flew the last ten feet through the hatch opening, landing with their face on the far seat. Jack dived in after them and scrambled to pull the hatch closed. Glasses hanging askance from their face next to a slowly oozing bullet graze, they rounded on him, furious. “You could have killed me, Jack! I am not a sack of potatoes to be hauled around as—!” They stopped short. “I say, is that blood?”

“Well, yeah. Got hit a couple of times. ‘M fine, just give me a second and I can drive.” It really wasn’t that big of a deal. He needed to get the car in gear so they could get the hell out of here. The electric engine clicked worryingly the first couple of times he began the startup sequence, but eventually it began to hum.

“At least have a booster, Jack, no? You know where we are going, I do not.” Well. At least they had their priorities straight.

general taglist: @athenswrites

fcd taglist: @youareshauni, @arieadil

doc taglist: @i-eat-worlds

[coralinnii]

Jack Howl (werewolf!Jack x childhood friend!Reader)

genre: horror, violence, open ending

summary: You and Jack were so close as kids but he kept refusing to have a sleepover with you when you reached high school. Then one day, you found out the reason on your way back one night. 

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Was it your fault? Was it his? You couldn’t figure out the sudden change and to this day, you were still left in the dark. 

Your best friend (or perhaps former) Jack was always there for you and you for him since you two were kids. You two were just a couple of blocks away from each other and nothing was going to come between you…or that was what you thought then. 

When the two of you started high school together (because of course you two would choose the same school), you planned on surviving high school together through the mountains of homework and terrible teachers. But, you noticed that Jack was starting to avoid you. He cancelled the promises to walk home together since he joined the track club, to the point that you just leave without him having to tell you he can’t anymore. He would run opposite way when he notices you down the hall. The last straw was that he forbade you from dropping by to his place, even during the weekends. 

“Why are you like this?!” You screamed at him through the phone, because he wouldn’t let you see him during school anymore. Tears lined your eyes as you hoped for a solution “What did I do, Jack? What can I do to fix it?” 

But, all you heard was the static silence from the speaker and it finally broke you. You hung up and cried to yourself as you ripped and tossed out any form of memorabilia that you held onto because of your ex-best friend. 

However, the universe was not kind to you as Jack’s track team assistant coach called out to you in school long after school hours. You had club duties which got you staying later than expected. 

“You lived in the same area as Howl, right? He left his jacket here and he’ll need it for the tournament tomorrow. Do you mind handing it to him?”  

“Ah but, sir…” you wanted to decline but the coach seemed to be in distress. 

“I beg ya, they won’t let him in without the school’s uniform, and I won’t see him until later in the tournament” 

Now you were reluctantly dragging your feet towards the familiar path to the Howl residence. You were not looking forward to seeing Jack after that dreadful phone call but you knew he was really invested in his team and not being able to join the tournament would hurt him, which despite your feelings would hurt you too. 

You walked through the neighbourhood that you knew all your life. You knew every nook and cranny of the roads so you were sure you wouldn’t be so jittery. But tonight, something is off. You felt…watched.

“You’re not Howl” 

A rough voice from behind scared you as you jumped away and see a large man who seemed less human than should be possible. Despite the low visibility of the night, you saw his eyes glow in an inhuman manner, like those of an animal. He was staring at you with a look akin to a predatory beast stalking its prey in the dead of night. 

“You smell like him. You part of his pack or somethin’?” 

You didn’t speak. Every nerve in your body told you not to engage, to flee before you could get a hold of you. You clutched Jack’s jacket tightly as you watched the strange man stalk towards you.

By a stroke of luck, the sound of a trash can falling over distracted him which gave you the chance to turn and run as fast as your adrenaline allowed you. You felt the muscles in your heels and legs sting in pain with each hard step you took but you kept going, praying someone can help you.

Sadly, it was a moot effort as you felt your body forced sharply to the ground, a large hand harshly pushing your head down onto the pavement. The sharp edges of gravel pierced the skin of your face and in your pained daze, you heard a taunting sneer close to your ear as your attacker spoke to you. 

“Pathetic. But, at least you can send a message to that bastard” 

You felt searing pain as what you felt were sharp nails digging into your shoulders before it disappeared. Then, you felt hopelessly weightless as the hand that clutched your head lifted bringing your head with it and you had a terrifying thought.

He’s gonna smash your head in. 

You shut down your eyes, tears running down your cheeks as you braced for what seemed like your end. 

“Get off!!”

The weight on your body was quickly lifted as though someone tackled your assailant off you. Your body crashed onto the floor again but less fatal than what was going to happen. With your eyes still shut down, you only heard animal-like wails and bodies clashing violently against each other. Then, the voices faded and all you heard was loud panting of someone, you weren’t sure who. 

Despite your fears, you carefully opened your eyes and saw something that changed your life forever. 

You saw Jack, the gruff but kind teenage boy you grew up with, holding the large man by his collar as though he weighed nothing. He was covered in blood and you weren’t sure if it was all his. 

Jack turned to look at you and even though you recognized the way he furrowed his eyebrows and the worried frown on his face, you realized in horror that he had the same feral glow in his eyes.

[sunshinemunchkin]

Bided Time

pairings: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

summary: aaron and you both knew the risks of this job, of this life. you just didn't expect for it to get this dangerous.

warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of a gun, dead body, shooting, typical criminal minds stuff, foyet arc, use of italics

word count: 2.4k

a/n: kinda hate how i ended this but i wanted to get it out of my drafts and write something a little angsty. thank you @haley-h0tchner for inspiring this, it took a while but it’s here haha

gif by hqtchner

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when you married aaron hotchner you knew the risk. hell, when you met aaron hotchner you knew the risk. taking on this job was a challenge in itself, aaron had just proved to be the added bonus to it. the light at the end of the tunnel to make everything and everyday worth it.

but you didn’t expect it to get this out of hand. someone invading your home, threatening you and two childen- your childen at that- this was never supposed to happen.

the cool barrel of the gun slipped down to your neck, then up to the back of your head. a continuous and tortuous motion that you hoped and prayed aaron, or anyone for the matter, would have to experience. “aaron.”

was all you could manage when foyet, the reaper, had told you to talk to your husband through the phone. your voice was weak and frail, aaron knew this. he knew everything about you, everything the reaper thought he did, but he didn’t. he couldn’t even begin to know how aaron felt about you. so in love it felt like his heart was going to burst at any given moment.

aaron had previously told his son to protect his little sister. instructing your pride and joy’s to exit the room, telling them to go hide using the code he taught jack.

jack, wanting to protect you from the man he knew was bad, hesitated before hugging you tight and kissing your cheek. “we gotta go work the case, momma. like you and daddy.” the tears in your eyes threaten to spill over at the name he called you, him never having done so before. you know aaron had heard it as well.

you nod, wanting nothing more than to keep your babies safe in your arms. but you knew that they would be safe where aaron was sending them to go hide. jack pulled away from you, with some resistance with your strong grip on him and your baby girl jumped in your arms, a little too young to understand why you were crying and who the man was in the room. but you smiled for her as she crawled into your arms.

“momma, where’s daddy?” the question broke yours and aaron’s heart as he had his foot nearly through the floor of the car, trying his hardest to get to you.

you simply smiled and kissed her head, “he’s coming, sweetness. i promise.” the girl nodded, clinging onto you tighter until you placed her in jack’s care. he smiled softly at you before taking her hand upstairs and you watched them as they disappeared from your eyesight, praying that they would be okay.

a shudder ran through your body when foyet slipped in behind you, his gun never directed off of your figure. “are they gone?” aaron asked distressed. you nod, forgetting that he couldn’t see you before answering with a 'yes'. he lets out a short breath of relief, one that was quickly taken back in when he heard your panicked tone.

“aaron, i- i need you to promise me something.” he was furious, there would be no promising. no promising because the last ones you made were at your wedding not too long ago and weren’t even fresh enough to leave their mark.

no promising because he was going to make it. he was going to make it in time to you and save you and his children, but he also knew that there was a slight chance he wouldn’t. this was his fault, he repeated in his head. guilt and shame settling in his mind which he quickly pushed away because it distracted him from you.

“what is it?” aaron spoke after a gulp of air in an attempt to try and steady his voice. you heard it though, you also knew him better than anyone.

his flaws, his perfections, everything. you knew and foyet could never change that.

“i need you to promise me… that you’ll be there for them.” he promised you this the day your daughter was born. why were you-

a code.

adrenaline shot through his veins as he listened intently to your words, turning violently onto the street you all lived on. flooring it the whole way to your shared home.

the home you bought when your daughter was born. the one where he carried you over the threshold, and then jack too because his curious mind had been confused. the one that held many family nights and team dinners, where you were smiling away as penelope told you a joke or listened carefully are spencer listed off the facts about whatever food you were cooking that night.

the home where countless hugs and kisses were shared between the four of you. where there were late night diaper changes and midnight feedings with your newborn. you have lived there for over three years, it was not about to be stripped away from you in an instant, aaron decided.

“promise me that you’ll let them take risks, and be kids. that you’ll love them even despite their accidents.” to foyet, the words didn’t make sense. but to aaron, and everyone else listening in on comms, it was crystal clear.

you were going to take a huge risk.

“i’m almost there, just hold on.” you smiled at his words, a tear falling down your cheek.

the barrel of the gun pressed into your head as the echoing click ringed in your ears. “i love you.” you voiced, the phantom pain of a bullet already searing through your head.

you didn’t wait for a response from your husband when you stomped hard on foyet’s foot, a groan of pain sounding from him as you turned in his arms and knocked the gun out of his hands and onto the floor. you dove for it, but his hands were drawing you back, your teeth unconsciously biting down into the flesh of his hand until you felt the skin break and a metallic taste filled your mouth.

spitting at the man as he yelled in rage, the gun almost magically finding its way to your hand as you shot foyet in the leg, knowing exactly where his femoral artery was. the man doubled over as he grabbed the open wound where he was rapidly bleeding out. he didn’t get so much as a word in before you aimed the gun at his head, firing two more rounds.

the dull thud of his body sounded in the room, your determined posture never fading until you finally realized that he was dead. you saw the stopped movement of his chest but you couldn’t bring yourself to walk over to him and check his pulse. deep down, you knew if he was still alive, by some miracle, you wouldn’t know what to do.

remembering aaron on the phone, you ran to pick up the abandoned cell, the gun still in your hand. “a-aaron.” a sigh of relief sounded through the speaker as you curled in on yourself, blood dripping down your chin.

“y/n.” was all aaron could manage before you heard the screech of tires outside. in a flash, the door burst inwards, your name falling from the mans lips as he waved his gun around the room, assessing the scene.

when he saw your trembling figure on the ground, inches from the dead body, everything for him stopped. this should’ve never happened.

with nothing else but you in his mind, he rushed over, “baby, put the gun down. s’okay, it’s just me now.” at the sound of your husband’s voice, you turn and face him, only then does he notice the blood on your face.

he reaches forward, taking the hot gun from your shaking hands and placing it on the coffee table. you look up at him and let out a strangled expression of relief, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.

aaron didn’t mind the blood, he’s seen enough to last him a lifetime. however, you being at the center of it all? it made his nerves hurt and his blood chill. “i-i didn’t check for-.” you needn’t finish your sentence because within two seconds, a panicked derek morgan and emily prentiss were rushing in the door.

no one said a word as morgan kneeled down to check foyet’s pulse, one of which he stated was not there by a shake of his head. you didn’t see it, but aaron did, relief washing over him as he held you tight to his chest.

“it’s alright, he’s gone. he’s not gonna hurt us anymore.” you listened to your husbands words, trying to wrap your mind around them, but your only thought was about your children.

taking you into the kitchen, aaron sat you on a stool, grabbing a washcloth and rubbing it under warm water. jj, who was simply concerned for your well-being, stepped into the kitchen, staring at the two of you. your hands curled around aaron’s as he cleaned your chin and lips carefully, your eyes remaining glossy and distant.

“hotch, i can do this. go find your children.” aaron brushed your hair from your face and you looked at him with hesitation but simply nodded.

slowly, aaron pulled himself away from you, placing the cloth in jj’s hands before kissing your head and rushing upstairs to where he had hidden his children.

in his stumbling steps, he reached the study he had made for you where he had set up a hollowed bench by the window so you could sit and read while looking out at the trees. aaron swore his knees were going to give out before he even reached the room, but he somehow made it.

reaching hesitantly for the bench, in fear of his children not sitting in there safe and sound, he ripped open the top, two pairs of eyes staring up at him. aaron let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as jack and his little girl reached up for him.

“i worked the case, daddy.” jack spoke into his father’s ear as aaron sobbed against him, relieved that his babies were okay.

planting a few kisses to their faces, tears landing on their cheeks, he refused to let them go. “i know, i’m proud of you. you did a great job, buddy.”

aaron carried them both downstairs to you, to assure you of their safety. he had hoped that jj had helped you clean up. his steps stuttered at the top of the stairs when he saw the body bag. “close your eyes guys, shut them tight okay? don’t open them until i say so.” aaron’s tone was demanding but gentle, however his children listened and did as he said, clamping their hands over their eyes as they buried their faces into their father’s shoulders.

upon reaching the kitchen he saw your cleaned up figure, jj holding your hands as she spoke softly to you. “okay.” setting jack down, he immediately ran to you, your legs shaking as you kneeled down to welcome him into your arms.

stroking his blonde hair and his face making contact with your neck, you let out a shuddering breath. you feel the tears that fell from your lash line soak his little shirt as you hold him close to you. looking up, you saw your baby girl looking at you with wide eyes before wiggling and wanting her father to set her down so, she too, could run to you.

“momma!” her little arms wrapped around you, knocking into jack but neither of you cared so long as you could hold them together.

you kissed her mess of brown hair, sighing once the realization of them being finally safe and in your arms hit. you looked up at aaron with red eyes to see him speaking with jj, hushed tones exchanging between the two of them.

hearing her faintly tell him that she would take care of everything, and for him to take care of his family, a weight fell from his shoulders. aaron nodded firmly as she exited the room, his eyes finally meeting yours.

stepping forward on shaky legs, he knelt down to wrap the three of you in his arms, his children breathing softly against your chest. he kissed your head and when his daughter slipped herself into his lap where she found solace and safety.

aaron didn’t complain as he sat on the tiled floor of his kitchen, the loves of his life safe with him. he had made it.

after a couple of minutes, you came back to reality and asked emily to take your two little ones upstairs so you could to talk to aaron, wanting to just spend a moment alone with your husband.

when they left, aaron’s arms were aching to hold you. where you weren’t covered in blood or holding a smoking gun, next to a dead body. but here, in your kitchen, where you both made breakfast for your family on sunday mornings. where he had placed kisses to your head as you flipped a pancake and handed him a cup of fresh coffee.

“my love.” he spoke softly, holding you tightly to his chest as you listened to the thundering of his heart. sighing heavily, you leaned on aaron as you often did.

“i need you to listen to me. please?” with a hum, you agreed, not having the strength to do anything further.

pulling you away from his chest, he held your head in his strong hands. he cradled it as if you were a delicate flower he was afraid to bruise. “you did nothing wrong, i promise. you protected your family, and yourself. and i am so proud of you.”

you couldn’t help but scoff, looking down at the ground, at where your feet met the tips of his. “what’s there to be proud of, when i killed a man?”

with a tilt of his fingers on the bottom of your chin, aaron raised your eyes to look back at his. a comforting sight to say the least considering you had just stared death down in the next room. “a man who was filled with so much evil and hate. you took a risk, defended yourself, your family, and your home. you are so strong.” he placed a kiss to your forehead, your eyes fluttering shut at the action.

“and i will remind you ever single day for as long as i live if i have to.” tired and conflicted with your own inner turmoil, you nod, placing your lips against his.

the feeling comforted you, it brought new hope into your veins. that if, despite everything and anything you had and will go through, you’ll go through it with aaron. that he’ll be by your side throughout the journey and because of the pain.

he was your home, your safety, and you wouldn't change it for the world.

[auras-moonstone]

hello there! this is my first time requesting anything so i’m sorry if it comes out too long or i don’t really request it properly hwhshwhsjssh, i just stumbled across your blog and saw you’re a swiftie AND a jack stan too!!! (i already love u for this!!). could we get jack/ethan with a swiftie girlfriend? maybe he got her tickets to see taylor (and if it’s jack, maybe he knows taylor and got into the little celebrity area at the eras tour?) and he tells her he loves her for the first time during “daylight”, because ever since they got together he learnt love is golden 🥺<3 if you’re not up for it, it’s totally cool!! your work is so good :)

hi!! the way i SCREAMED in excitement when i saw this request omg! thank you so much! writing this was honestly heartwarming. i always include some taylor references on my writings because she’s the one that inspires me to write. so, i’m actually really proud and happy of what i did with this little one shot🥺 hope you enjoy it!

it’s golden, like daylight — jack champion

words: 1,307

pairing: jack champion x fem!reader

summary: taylor invites jack and y/n to her show, and during one of the surprise songs, jack gets the courage to tell her the three words.

THE FIRST THING JACK THINKS WHEN HE HEARS THE NAME TAYLOR SWIFT IS Y/N. When they met, one of the first thing he noticed about her was that she was a huge swiftie. He took interest in her interests, so now his timeline and his search page was filled with things about the american singer. He even added tons of her songs to his playlist. And if you were to ask him what his favorite album was, he would say Lover. But maybe that’s because—as his girlfriend said—he was in his “Lover Era”.

When Taylor announced she was going on tour, he knew he would do anything to make his girlfriend’s dream come true. Maybe the stars had aligned, maybe it was a coincidence or maybe it was faith, but Taylor Swift knew him, and she also knew that Y/N was a big fan and Jack almost fainted when he saw his Instagram notification. He had kept it from Y/N for a couple of weeks, and it was finally time to reveal it.

Y/N was sitting on the couch, laptop on her lap and you could see the stress and anguish painted on her face. It was clearly someone who was having an awful time on queue.

Jack walked towards her with a smile, and closed her laptop. She started at the device with an expression of shock before setting her eyes on him—if looks could kill, Jack would’ve died on the spot.

“Jack! What the fuck!” she said in a loud angry tone. “You better pray to all the gods that I didn’t lose my queue number, cause I’m going to strangle you” she gritted her teeth as she opened her laptop again.

“You don’t need the queue” Jack simply said, taking her laptop away.

“Jack, please, it’s not the time for your cuddling needs” Y/N said frustrated.

“It’s not that” he laugh, as he took his phone and opened his DMs. He handed the phone to her. “Read it”.

Y/N’s curious eyes took notice of the user on top—Taylor Nation. Her heart skipped a bit, and read the message.

Hey, Jack!

Hope you’re doing well!

Taylor Swift knows your girlfriend, Y/N, is a big fan and she would like to invite you both to her show on Minneapolis, night two!

Please, answer us if you’re available and gives us the address so we can send you the tickets.

The girl stared at the phone in pure shock, not even noticing the tears leaking from her eyes or her shaking hands. She re-read the message hundreds of times, but still felt surreal. Taylor fucking Swift invited HER to her show. Taylor Swift knew who SHE was. Y/N never imagined something like this would ever happen, not even in her wildest dreams.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I wanted it to be a surprise. Also, sorry for making you angry and scaring you with the laptop thing” Jack spoke up.

Y/N grabbed his hand and pull him in, his body landing on top of hers. She hugged his boyfriend tightly. “Is this really happening?” she asked with a broken voice.

“Yes, babe. We are seeing Taylor in a couple of months!”

Y/N sobbed as she hid her face on her boyfriend’s neck. Her wishes became true—she was seeing her favourite artist with her favourite person.

JACK DIDN’T KNOW THAT THE TOUR WOULD BE SUCH AN EXPERIENCE. The concert was still months away, but the excitement was present every single day. Y/N even had a folder on her pinterest called “the eras tour”; in where she had outfits ideas and inspo for friendship bracelets. She also had a list on her phone notes with the surprise songs she would love to get.

“So, what costume are we getting?” Jack asked her while they made friendship bracelets.

“You are getting one too?” Y/N asked surprised.

Jack smiled “Of course! I was thinking of doing couple costumes”

“Yes! Let’s go on pinterest” she said with eagerness.

They spent a couple of minutes searching for a costume they both liked, until they found the perfect one.

“I’m so happy, you don’t even know” she beamed, head on his lap.

“I love seeing you like this. It makes me happy too” Jack grinned, tracing her cheekbones with his fingers.

Y/N lifted her head to kiss him softly “Thanks for putting up with my annoying fan girl ass”.

“Shut up” he laughed against her lips “You say it as if it was something bad. And it isn’t. Like I said, seeing you like this makes me happy too. Besides, I’m actually enjoying this whole ‘the eras’ experience”.

“Well then, I’m glad. What song would you love to hear live?” she wondered.

Jack knew the answer instantly. “Daylight”.

“Jack, oh my god, you have great taste. Why did you choose it?”

“I just like the lyrics” he shrugged.

Lies. Well, of course he liked the lyrics—but more importantly, he understood and felt them. Jack didn’t really know how Taylor came up with the concept that love was golden, but it just made sense to him. Maybe it’s because he had Y/N in his life that he could see why the color fitted just right.

His girlfriend was a literal ray of sunshine, there was no chance of feeling blue whenever she was around. How could he not fall for her? How could he not love her when everything was brighter and shiner—like daylight—ever since she barged into his life with her dazzling smile and heart of gold? She was golden and so was their love.

Love… that was a word they hadn’t say to each other yet. They had been together for almost six months, and he had known he loved her two months ago. But she was his first girlfriend, and he was scared he was going too fast for her liking, so he decided to wait.

Ironic enough, the same thoughts were on Y/N’s mind constantly. Falling in love with him had been as easy as knowing all of the words to her old favourite songs, pun intended. He was sweet, funny, caring, the representation of a golden retriever.

Both had the other completely bewitched, and they didn’t even notice.

THE DAY HAD FINALLY ARRIVED AND Y/N ENTERED THE VENUE WITH SHAKY LEGS. A security guard guided them towards Taylor’s guests area and on their way, a couple of fans waved at them excitingly.

Once they were settled there, the fans started to come their way to say hi and exchange bracelets with them, also receiving a lot of praise for their outfits. They chose the costumes Brandon Urie and Taylor used for the ME! music video. Jack had a dark pink checkered suit and Y/N the glittery pink dress with the big red heart on the middle.

The countdown began and Y/N and Jack screamed her lungs out singing the intro of Miss Americana and Cruel Summer’s bridge. They got all lovey during Lover and Enchanted and danced their heart out to the rest of the set list that was filled with Taylor’s most iconic songs.

Before they knew it, surprise song time came, and Jack’s mouth fell open when he heard the words.

My love was as cruel as the cities I’ve lived in…

“Jack, what the fuck! You literally manifested it!” Y/N laughed. Jack laughed, wrapping his arms around her waist, her back pressed against his front and Jack’s chin rested on the top of her head.

I once believed love would be black and white… but it’s golden, like daylight.

If that wasn’t a sign, then Jack didn’t know what else it could be. But he was going to tell her, he felt a little more brave…fearless.

“I love you, Y/N” he whispered on her ear, as Taylor continued to sing the song that, in that moment, became theirs.

Y/N turned her head to the side, their lips brushing. The corners of her mouth lifted and she looked at him with eyes filled with love and adoration. “I love you too, Jack”.

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y/n.y/l/n i once believed love would be black and white, but it’s golden like daylight 💓 i love you forever and ever jackchampion

jackchampion that’s our song, love. i love you to the moon and to saturn 💕

jennaortega best couple ever

masonthegooding you two are disgustingly cute

baileybass omg you finally said the l-word!!!

y/n.y/l/n baileybass yes!! he said it during daylight😫💕

jackslover SO THATS WHY JACK SAID “THAT’S OUR SONG” OH GOD THIS IS CUTE

jamieflatters and they say romance is dead

misstrinitybliss i love you both 🥺🫶🏻

taylornation that’s a real fucking legacy

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n, tubbo and jack - we built a boat

requested: yes/no

this is part 10 to the great adventures series

you didn’t actually expect to be filming a vlog with tubbo and jack today, you were spending one of you last days away from home with lani at the beach, not knowing that tubbo and jack would make you join them. you ended up finding several rocks you liked and ran off to pick them up thinking tubbo would like them, so you put them in your pocket. whilst you were collecting rocks, lani was on the phone to tubbo letting him know you were actually at the beach if he wanted you to join him in the vlog.

“wait y/ns there? put them on the phone.”

“they’re in the water.”

“why?”

“ill ask, Y/N WHY ARE YOU IN THE WATER?!”

“I FOUND A ROCK THAT MATCHES RANBOOS BRAND BUT A WAVE TOOK IT AWAY FROM ME AND IM NOT LETTING POSEIDON WIN!”

“yeah they’re fighting Poseidon, where are you going to be? ill bring them to you.”

few minutes later you made your way to lani drenched in water.

“i fell…stop laughing!”

“im not!”

“you’re eyes are literally watering because you’re holding in your laughter, anyway look what i got you!”

you placed a clear quartz crystal and a piece of sea glass in lanis hand.

“thank you y/n!! wait this isn’t like your other rocks?”

“i know!! it’s clear quartz and sea glass. i felt like you should have it! i think it’s because i won the battle with Poseidon!”

“you fell.”

“shut up!”

“are you staying at ours again tonight?”

“think so… wanna turn the crystal into a necklace?”

“definitely!”

lani ended up taking you to where tubbo was, but didn’t tell you what was happening, you only found out when you looked up to see jack recording you and lani.

“hold up, guest appearance.”

“oh hi lani…y/n, guess what?”

you looked down to see the boat.

“oh fuck no!”

you walked away laughing, tubbo followed after you dragging you back to the others.

“they said they can’t wait to go on the boat with us jack!”

“how likely is he to be able to build this?? how likely are me and y/n going to drown??”

“uhm good chances!”

“of what?”

“lani, am i going to live or die?”

you laughed as lani walked away shrugging.

“tubbo how much money did you spend on this…”

“£50.”

“oh great i’m drowning today!”

you stood next to jack tilting your head as tubbo attached the sail to the pole.

“just remember if you two die, i’m in your will.”

“i didn’t write a will.”

“well that was your first mistake y/n did!”

“tubbo gets my rock collection, tommy gets whatever he wants just not the rock collection, ranboo gets whatever tommy doesn’t want, and you get what ranboo doesn’t want.”

a few minutes later you helped tubbo put the sail up whilst jack stood filming you both.

“this looks unsafe..”

“and muddy.”

“it’s unsafe and muddy but we’re trying our best.”

“jack didn’t do anything.”

“rude!”

you stood next to lani trying to convince her to go on the boat so you didn’t have to as tubbo tried to lasso jack. after being told no several times, you stood with jack whilst tubbo began to tie a figure of 8, you watched as tubbo began teaching you how to actually tie a figure of 8 using a really morbid story.

“…heh”

“why was that so morbid?”

“we like death on the tubbo channel!”

“i want to go home!”

“no!”

“okay!”

the three of you began to carry the boat out to the sea, however you crashed into something straight away.

“could be worse…could have hit a member of the public.”

“IM TRYING!”

“i can tell…it’s not good enough but i can tell.”

“…TO HIT SOMEONE!”

“NO!”

“my bad T bo!”

“what the fuck did you call me?”

as you were getting ready to go down the ramp, lani looked directly at you and tubbo who were now trying to push each other into the water.

“try not to hit little people in the water!”

“little people…”

“shall we waterproof up?”

you turned around a minute later only to have tubbo holding his phone up to your face after annoying jack with it .

“say hello.”

“hi there , please send help. i’m going to die!”

“ignore y/n, they’re just dramatic..i wouldn’t let them drown.”

you helped tubbo get the boat into the water as jack filmed the pair of you .

“it’s cold.”

“i’ve been in here before…i fell.”

“how cold was it?”

“very.”

“the weed of the sea is in my feet.”

“ew! what the fuck!”

lani noticed you had all let go of the boat and yelled at you all to grab the boat before it left you all behind, jack, and tubbo got in the boat, however you refused as lani kept yelling that the trailer was on.

“oh we’ve left the trailer on.”

“that’s what lani has been saying.”

tubbo got off to untie the trailer and you stood nervously laughing as the wheel fell off .

“i'm actually going to die!”

“it’s fineee!”

you helped jack get out the boat, so you could all fix the boat.

“he thinks we could be doing better.”

“i think everyone could think that.”

jack got on the boat first, then tubbo, who then helped you get onto the boat.

“off we go!”

for the first five minutes, the three of you sat yelling at each other what you all should be doing to make the boat go forwards.

“i quite like this.”

“we’re not moving!”

“exactly!”

soon enough you had figured it all out and waved goodbye to the others after they gave you a thumbs up.

“TO FRANCE!”

“so now what do we do?”

“pray.”

“heh?”

“to what?”

“god..say your final goodbyes we’re going to die!”

“hey that rhymed, you’re a genius!”

at this point the boat had completely stopped moving, however tubbo didn’t think this was the case, and began trying to turn the boat around as it was apparently going to shore, despite the fact you and jack were telling him you all hadn’t moved.

“so what’s the sail for?”

“i mean jack has a point you are paddling.”

“luck!”

“….HEH?”

“y/n you talk to technoblade too much.”

“i’ve been saying heh before i met tommy, what the fuck?”

“jack go up to the front, so y/n can sit next to me.”

jack moved and you sat next to tubbo.

“so how long does it take to go to france?”

“ahh you know, about 20 minutes.”

“how fast do you think we’re going bud?”

“on a, on a, on a train.”

“how would you get the train?”

“i don’t think the train can go across this..”

rather than answering that question tubbo decided he made a hit list.

“we’re going to just go through here.”

“…through where?”

“between the people.”

“NO!”

“you’re creating unnecessary danger.”

you and tubbo started bickering about why he suddenly decided that he was going to hit a bunch of people with the boat for no reason.

“fine you take control y/n!”

“tubbo you were going to kill them!”

“that’s just part of the sailing life!”

you just stared at tubbo shaking your head slightly, trying to process what just happened, then all of a sudden tubbo got up and put you in charge of controlling the boat. you were surprisingly good at it, which was lucky for tubbo and jack who were now leaning out of the boat claiming that they were hiking. they only stopped when the boat began to go faster and noticed you had no idea what you were doing.

“y/n is going to be the reason we crash!”

“yeah i will!”

“why do you sound happy about that?”

“eta france?”

“any second now.”

you decided to focus on making sure the boat was going where you wanted it to go, whilst the others yelled out to the sea occasionally yelling phrases in french as they claimed they could see the french. well you think tubbo was yelling phrases in french, however halfway through you were convinced he started just yelling things in a french accent as he revealed he didn’t actually know french, resulting in jack asking to go to russia as he knows russian.

“y/n, sail is to russia!”

“you know what i don’t wanna drive here you go jack it’s your turn.”

“I DONT KNOW HOW TO DRIVE!”

“we’re sick of this shit aren’t we y/n, jack take that…you’re on the wrong side switch sides with us.”

you all swapped sides and you and tubbo sat with your arms around each other instructing jack how to sail .

“yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“thats good now turn us and we’ll be in the wind.”

“we’re about to catch the wind.”

“JACK MANIFOLD GET READY!”

you all swapped sides again and tubbo whispered in your ear, as you sat next to him, about making the boat capsize so jack would go into the water, jack ended up doing a lot better than you and tubbo did, and you all actually started going pretty fast. however, there was absolutely no way you’d get to land any time soon. you sat laughing with tubbo whilst jack yelled about how he was a fisherman, and that’s why he was doing so well and how he studied their fins so he could find out how fish swim.

“for a £50 boat it’s done us well, look we’re sailing, the water cleaned the boat.”

“we havent died.”

“im a little wet, but not too bad.”

“must be nice.”

“oh yeah you fell earlier.”

“how?”

“they were fighting Poseidon.”

“huh?”

“they probably found a rock they liked and went to get it but it ended up in water.”

“…yeah.”

you all ended up catching the wind and tubbo decided to make you and jack do reaction images.

“help girl, i don’t know how to sail.”

“okay jack your turn, drive and film.”

“hey look i’m filming and driving!”

“no film me and y/n!”

jack filmed the pair of you, tubbo had his arm around you to prevent you from falling out of the boat as you had a habit of leaning out the boat to touch the water. you had no idea what to do so ended up copying tubbo, the pair of you took off your hats .

“tips fedora…what do you want to name our boat?”

“tubboat!”

“no way..”

“THE TUBBOATS REAL NOW!!”

it was around now you and tubbo claimed you were all drifting out to sea, and to just let the wind take you wherever it wants to, whereas jack claimed the boat wasn’t moving at all. you pointed at a boat which was moving a lot quicker than you were.

“HES GOT WIND!”

“WHERES OUR WIND?”

“he stole our wind.”

“we’re stranded jack,y/n.”

you noticed lani and waved out to her.

“LANI!”

“jacks sailing, hes getting sailing tips from my cousins!”

“great can he take us to land?”

“no.”

“YO WERE ZOOMING!”

“i hope we don’t capsize..”

“why would we?”

tubbo looked at you and you nodded back at him.

“hey jack we’re gonna tip this boat!”

and with that the pair of you stood up and began tipping the boat over whilst laughing.

“SUCKER WERE STILL DRY!”

“tubbo i’m about to fall!”

tubbo grabbed your hand keeping you up on the boat with him, you both even managed to get back in the boat without getting wet.

“no, if i’m in you have to be in too.”

jack pushed tubbo into the water tubbo then went on to pull you into the water with him.

“NO!”

“IM FREEZING!”

tubbo helped you onto the boat first as this was the second time you ended up in the water, and you were quite clearly cold, he got on after you. you sat on the boat as he filmed the outro and jumped back into the water. once jack ended the recording, you reached out your hand to tubbo helping him back onto the boat. the way back to shore was you and tubbo clinging onto each other trying to warm up, and the three of you making shit jokes, and enjoying each other’s company. you even made a few more plans for when ranboos in the uk. few hours later you had said goodbye to jack and went back to tubbos house, tubbo let you shower first while he stayed with lani as she streamed.

“chuck your clothes outside the door, i’ll put them in the dryer whilst you shower. you can change into these.”

tubbo gave you a hoodie from his merch collection that would be dropping soon, along with your pyjama pants, 30 minutes later you sat with lani whilst tubbo went off to shower, lani ended up finishing the stream after 15 minutes.

“wanna make the necklaces lani?”

“i’d love to!”

not long later tubbo joined the pair of you.

“oooh tubbo i got you some more rocks, they're over there with your phone.”

you ended up making a couple of them into necklaces for him, so the the three of you had something to help you remember the day.

“y/n, i hope you’re enjoying your stay, youll practically be living here for a few month soon.”

“wait their parents said yes?!”

“what are you all talking about?”

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[1-800-sope]

Tag, You’re It (M)

paring: Jungkook x reader

rating: M

Gener: Yandere 

Warnings : Kidnapping 

Summery: They always say it’s someone you know, someone that you are close to that turns out to be a psycho freak, you just weren't expecting it to be your hot innocent next door neighbor.

Inspired by Tag, You’re It by queen mel <3

BTS Masterlist

“Looking at me through your window

“Boy, you had your eye for a little”

“Hi Y/n.” Jungkook, your friendly neighbor shouted from across the yard as he spotted you. “Good afternoon Jungook, How are you?” You shouted back mirroring his smile. “I’m doing good just got done with some grocery shopping.” Jungkook responded displaying the plastic bags he was holding in his arms.

With that you let out a groan as you inserted your key in the lock. “That reminds me, I have to do some shopping of my own.” A chuckle escaped from jungkook.

“I’ll cut you up and make you dinner

You’ve reached the end, you are the winner.”

“Say if you don’t have food, I hope i’m not overstepping but why don’t you come over for dinner tonight.” Jungkook asked innocently, biting his lip as he eyed you from the sided. You focused on opening your front door trying to ignore the pounding in your chest. “As much as I would enjoy that Mr. Jeon, I have some homework to get to tonight.” You said as you looked up at him. Your door was now unlocked but you didn’t want to go inside, not yet at least. You wanted to savor this moment with your overly extremely hot next door neighbor.

Jungkook nodded his head as he went to open his own front door. “Well I wish you all the luck on that homework, but just know my offer still stands.” To anyone that would have seem like an innocent invitation, to YOU it was an innocent invitation. but to Jungkook it was far from innocent. 

-

“Rolling down your tinted window

Driving next to me real slow, he said”

Jogging through the neighborhood was one of the things you did every morning five days out of the week. You would jog around the block two times, stop by Mrs. Kim’s daughters lemonade stand grab a drink and continue. It was all apart of the routine.

But having a suspicious black BMW slow down as it turned down the street you were making your way down was not apart of the rutie. 

You were an observant girl, always aware of your surrounds, you liked to be kept on your toes never getting too comfortable, some might call you paranoid. So when you turned your head and caught site of the slowed down car you picked up your pase. But so did the car.

“Howdy Neighbor.” A familiar voice called out as the car was now next to you. “oh my god Jungkook!” You jumped back face flush with a beating heart. God this boy will give you a heart attack one day.

Jungkook looked at you with innocent eyes. “Are you alright?” He asked as you stopped and placed both of your hands on your knees, taking in deep breaths. 

“Yes, you just scared the living daylights out of me that’s all.” You chuckled leaning back up whipping some sweat off of your forehead, when you make eye contact with him your face flushed.

gross and sweaty in front of the handsome neighbor way to go Y/n,

“Oh my bad I didn’t mean to.” He quickly spoke with a sincere look in his eyes. You laughed and shook your head. “It’s okay Jungkook, Just don’t drive so creepy next time.” 

“Let me take you for a joyride

I’ve got some candy for you inside.”

“Say, I just got back from the store and I have some popsicles it is a hot day, would you like any?” Jungkook asked with a sweet smile that almost made you say yes right away.

You watched as the young man reached in the back of his car behind the driver's seat, you took note on how the ink on his muscular arms looked extremely good

when he pulled forward a box of popsicle you looked away not wanted to get caught drooling over him. “Thank you Jungkook.”You smiled as you watched him open the box. Your mouth instantly watered.

“Come eat it inside.” Jungkook said. You watched in confusion as he leaned over and open the car door. “Oh I really shouldn’t” feeling self conscious you took a step back. 

“Nonsense, The popsicle will melt while it’s out there, and do you really wanna hold a sticky stick while you run.” He looked at you with a teasing smile. 

Giving up you rolled your eyes and got into the car. “that’s a good girl.” Jungkook said as you shut the door face now more flushed than before and chest pounding that you pray to the gods he can’t hear it.

‘What flavor do you want?” He asked dismissing the comment he just made. You on the other hand had the words still repeating in your head. Another puls feeling shot through you but this one was not in your chest.

“Is there Orange.” You mastered to ask as you let out an awkward cough hoping he just thinks your flustered state is from the morning run. “Let me take a look.” He mumbled digging through the box.

“If not cherry is fine, you know i’m okay with any flavor except grape. the grape ones-”  “taste like medicine” You and Jungkook said at the same time. You nodded. “You're in luck missy, I found an orange.” He playfully smirked holding up the orange flavored popsicle.

-

It’s been four weeks since your encounter with Mr. Hottie neighbor and you were thankful for that. Yes Jungkook was nice company but you won’t be able to go another minute with your heart going crazy like it was going to blast out of your chest.

It was currently 1:30 am and you were laying on your living room couch trying to finish up your thesis statement for one of your college courses, that when the third rumble of your stomach hit and you got fed up. 

grabbing your car keys and throwing a jacked over your tank top you made your way out the door and to your car. One of the perks of being a college kid is being broke, ordering takeout for three weeks straight really put a dent in your pocket.

starting your car up you drove to the nearest corner store that was open.

-

pulling into the parking lot you failed to notice how it was almost empty except for wo other cars.

stepping out you didn’t bother to lock your car door the goal of getting in and getting out was the on thing that filled your mind.

“Running through the parking lot

he chased me and he wouldn't stop”

Once you were done paying you quickly grabbed your bag and pushed open the door, the cold air greeting you in the procese sent a shiver down your spine. was it worth it to go out in your pajama shorts and a tank top, looking around you took in how dark it was. no it wasn’t.

quickly opening your car door you placed the bag next to you and the keys inside. taking a peaky through the rear view mirror. That’s when you saw it

There was a person in the backseat of your car but before you could let out a bloody scream they placed the a white cloth over your mouth. 

Now you were fully regretting going out tonight.

Not taking in a deep breath you reached your hand out to the cup holder next to you grabbing the paper spry you through your arm back and pressed down on it, the attacker cussed and moved their hand. 

not wasting a minute you got out the car and did what anyone in their right mind would do. You ran. you heard the car door slam shut and you knew they got out too the fast footsteps that started to follow you proved it. but you didn’t stop, you didn’t look back. 

“Grab my hand, pushed me down

took the words right out my mouth”

You felt the hands on you, the force pushed you to the ground as a hand went clasping around your mouth muffling your scram, a muscular arm wrapped around your waist bringing you back up.

no 

no 

no 

This was not happening, You were not done for. You couldn't wouldn't except this faith and that's why you did everything your self defense classes taught you. You slammed your foot on this psycho’s toes and he released you again with a cuss.

if you would have listened. you would have noticed that the voice sounded oddly familiar.

but before you can even get one step away something hard came in contact with the side of your head sending you straight to the gourd.

your blurry vision filled with large black boots and then you lost consciousness.

-

You slowly opened your eyes, gretted to a dim light and a room with four walls, no windows in sight. just a door. panic rushed through your body and you tried to move that’s when you noticed you were hanging.

A thick rope wrapped around your wrist was hanging you up from the ceiling nothing was supporting your feet.

“Enie meenie miny mo”

A voice was heard from behind you, it made your heart stop. 

“Get your lady by her toes”

You felt something brush against your ankle and you let out a piercing scream. The sinister sound turned into a child like giggle.

“If she screams, don’t let her go” it sung.

A choked sob escaped you as the tears started to run down your face. “Whyy why why why.” You whispered to weak to speak.

“Shhh shhh, it’s okay love.” The voice cooed as a hand was gently brushing down the side of your head.

The presence of your abductor finally showed itself,  they were now standing in front of you holding those familiar innocent doe like eyes.

“J-Jungkook?” 

“Howdy neighbor.” 

[elizabeethan]

The Swan and her Handler

Emma Swan was cursed, and the only way to break it is with True Love's Kiss. Try breaking a curse with True Love's Kiss when you're a damn swan.

Yes, it's true, I've written a CS AU based on Walnut the Crane, a crane who fell in love with her handler. I'm ashamed at how idiotic this is. It’s by far the dumbest thing I've ever written in all my life. It’s nothing more than crack written in about an hour, un-betaed and barely edited. Sorry, and you’re welcome.

Rated T for language

~2000 words

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These damn idiots can’t get anything right. It was bad enough when Emma showed up on their doorstep with perfectly clear care instructions that were completely ignored, but now they keep trying to get her to reproduce as if she’s some kind of zoo animal. 

  Of course, given her current living situation, it does make at least a tiny bit of sense. 

  Ever since the curse, Emma has been stuck in a wildlife refuge and has been unable to get any of her stupid caretakers to figure out how to help her. She knows exactly what she needs, but unfortunately, no one here speaks swan and she can’t exactly hold a pen. Her care instructions were translated upon her transformation, so the one thing that could have helped her now looks like chicken-- er, swan scratch. 

  “She needs a mate,” one of the jack asses points out. “She’ll probably want to mate for life.”

  True, she thinks, although, not with any of the stinky fluff balls you have sent my way.  

  First it was Neal. He tried to mate with her, so she killed him. Last week, they put Walsh in her enclosure, and she pecked at him violently until they took pity on him and sent him to the medical unit. 

  Although today seems different, because her newest caretaker has shown up, and she realizes that he just might be exactly what she’s been looking for. 

Emma Swan, unfortunately very appropriately named, requires a mate who can break her curse, True Loves Kiss the only thing that can bring her back to her truest form as a human adult woman. And when the new dark haired, stunning eyed veterinarian comes strutting into her enclosure, she hurries towards him to get a closer look at his name tag. 

  He jumps away, making some comment about her being fiery , and she blushes, squawking at him as she tries to get closer. Killian , it reads, and if she had lips and not a bill, she would smile. 

  “We think she’s depressed,” the stupid one with the big eyes says. “She’s killed every mate we’ve tried to pair her with.” 

  Good, she thinks. I must have done more damage on Walsh than I initially thought.  

  “You’re just misunderstood, aren’t you, love?” the angel-man asks, making her squawk in agreement. She thinks she could make this quick, this man obviously understanding her horrible twist of fate, so she lunges for him once more, trying hard to kiss his hand and hoping beyond hope that it will transform her back into the woman she's supposed to be. No more feathers, she prays. 

  He exclaims again, jumping and complaining of his hand hurting as she pecks him, so she rolls her eyes and squawks angrily. “Alright, darling,” he says with his hands up, his smooth, accented voice making her heart flutter inside her chest. Her breast? She knows very little about swan anatomy, despite having been turned into one. “Perhaps she’s stressed about her environment. Have you tried giving her a dark, quiet place to nest?” 

  “Not yet,” the dumbass admits. 

  The handsome one, Killian, a name she could get used to rolling off of her tongue, steps away from her, so she hurriedly follows. “Perhaps here in this corner will do.” 

  I would love to spend time in a dark corner with you, she thinks, giving the man what she hopes is a salacious smirk. She watches appreciatively as he sits down, crossing his legs as he starts to fiddle with some sticks as if she would be interested in them. Rather than helping him to make a nest out of the twigs and leaves, she plops herself right in his lap, nestling herself into his crossed legs and gazing up at his beautiful features, earning a smile from him. 

  “There we are, love,” he says happily, clearly surprised that she chose to plant herself upon him, although he shouldn't be. Just look at him, for god’s sake. “Comfortable?” 

  She squawks loudly, making him cringe, then fluffs her feathers in an attempt to gussy herself up for him. If she’s going to earn True Love’s Kiss from this perfect specimen, she’s going to have to work for it. The man chuckles as he looks down at her-- is he gazing? -- and lifts his hand slowly, placing a finger gently upon the top of her head and petting back down her neck, sending a chill down her spine, at least she thinks it’s her spine. She pushes her head towards him again, demanding more attention in an effort to get him to fall for her. It shouldn’t take long; she’s very enchanting. 

  “She’s never been this calm,” the dumb one says, making her snap her head towards him with a glare, shouting at him in disapproval. Killian shushes her soothingly, his finger softly stroking along her stupid feathers once more and making her shut her eyes. 

  “She just needed a bit of attention, it seems.” 

  “We’d best be careful,” someone else says, the bookworm who always thinks she knows everything about swan science. Of course, she probably knows more than Swan Emma. “We wouldn’t want her to imprint on you ,” she seems to joke. 

  “That’s quite alright, isn’t it love?” he asks her, essentially giving her permission to fall in love with this handsome bastard. 

  He comes by a few times a week for the next several months, each time sitting with her in her tiny, dirty nest and not seeming to care that his pants get soiled. She’s always careful to do her business elsewhere, making sure that her prince can sit in comfort when he arrives. She gets angry with him when he brings someone new, a sickly looking male named Graham who she assures is not welcome, so Killian gives up trying to get her to mate with someone. For some reason, they're concerned about her procreating, but she can assure everyone that she will not be giving birth to a damn swan baby while she’s under this curse. 

  One day, when Killian visits near the end of his shift, he’s finally alone, leaving behind the dumb one and the book worm and giving her all of the attention she desires as his strong hand softly pets along her soft feathers. She can’t wait to get rid of these stupid feathers. 

  “You’re quite funny,” he remarks as the sun starts to set. “Unlike any swan I’ve ever met.”

  She squawks at him-- I’m not a damn swan-- and he smiles. “Quire the personality. It always seems like you’re trying to communicate with me.” 

  Yes, you stupid handsome man, that’s exactly right! She tries to nod, lifting and dropping her head in quick succession and making the beauty laugh. She nudges her head against his hand in demand of more pets. 

  “What is it you want me to know, darling?” he asks gently, his voice soft and soothing and deep. 

  She groans, a sound that comes out like a pained cry, and his face shifts. “Are you alright, love?” 

  In pure frustration, Emma drops her head against the man’s chest, likely assaulting him with how badly she smells like bird shit, and he chuckles again, letting his hand run along her feathers some more. “There, there. I know life as a swan must be difficult. All you seem to want is for someone to listen.” 

  She looks up, hoping that her expression conveys her complete and utter irritation at the fact that he’s literally hitting the nail on the head and yet he has no idea. 

  “Such a personality,” he says again. “I’ve got to head home now, love. I’m looking forward to having Chinese for dinner. Perhaps I'll bring you an eggroll tomorrow, or is that insensitive?” 

  She squawks, half because she’s laughing, and half because she would quite literally kill another potential mate for an eggroll. Wanting to beg him not to go, she gives him her best sad face through her inability to emote, and nestles her head against his palm one more time. 

  “I’ll sneak you one, love,” he laughs, and as he does, he finally, finally , leans down towards her, and plants his stupid, dumb, lucious lips upon the top of her stinky bird head. 

  Cramps start to run through her whole stupid bird body, the same ones she felt when she was cursed on Halloween decades ago. He stands, not seeming to notice her pain and discomfort until he’s a few steps away, and he turns back around. “Swan, are you alright?” he asks, as if she could answer, and she shouts back at him wordlessly. 

  She praises whatever gods might be listening as she feels things start to change, her feathers shedding as her skin is exposed to the chilly fall air. The webbing between her toes retracts, her legs turning flesh colored rather than that horrifying orange. Her bill turns back into her nose and mouth, preparing her to smooch her savior rather than peck at him. Finally, she’s back!

  “Bloody fucking hell,” Killian breathes as he stares on, Emma transforming back into her old self, laying in a heap on the ground as she brushes off the dirt and twigs and leaves. 

  “You did it,” she praises before clearing her throat, raw from misuse after all these years. She grins at him as she’s been wanting to since they met, and is met with a horrified, shocked look on his face. His jaw is gaping, his eyes wide as they catch the light of the setting sun. “I knew you would.” 

  “What the fuck?” 

  “You broke the curse,” she says happily, standing up and exposing her nude form to him, cursing the lack of feathers although she vowed she never would. Immediately, he removes his jacket, despite his shock still clearly running through him, and hands it to her. 

  “I did what now?”

  “I was cursed. Why do you think I was such a miserable swan?” 

  He’s looking around, his mouth snapping shut and dropping open in succession as he tries to process the fact that there was a swan in the enclosure just a second ago, and now there’s a frankly beautiful, naked woman standing before him. “You were cursed,” he says doubtfully. 

  “Yes, I was. An evil witch cursed me on Halloween decades ago and I've been stuck in that infernal bird form ever since. All I needed was True Love’s Kiss to break it, but imaging trying to fall in love with someone as a damn bird.” 

  “So you… you fell in love… with me…?” 

  “Obviously,” she smiles, taking a step towards him on shaky legs, tripping and falling into his waiting arms as he catches her, careful not to grope her, although she isn’t sure she would mind. “And you broke the curse, so… Do I have to tell you what that means?”

  “I-- I’m having a lot of trouble processing the fact that I've evidently been in love with a swan for months.” 

  “Well, my name is Emma Swan, so you can be in love with a Swan for the rest of your life, if you’d like.” 

  “Emma,” he murmurs, staring into her eyes and smiling when he seems to recognize her. She’s never been able to see herself in the mirror, because the book worm was worried she would attack it, but based on the way he’s staring, she would guess that the evil witch let her keep her eyes. “Do you know it just happens to be Halloween tonight?”

  “Kismet,” she says softly, gazing up at him. He lifts his hand like he did while she was planted in his lap, and she’s finally able to feel his calloused finger along the skin of her cheek, then of her neck, just as he had done before. 

  “Aye,” he agrees. “The spirit of the holiday does make this whole thing a bit easier to accept.” 

  “Yeah,” she says dismissively. “Now take me home. I was promised an eggroll and I haven't eaten anything but grass and stale bread in almost thirty years.”

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