#and everything in my gut says Fix It Figure It Out Do Whatever It Takes To Save Her

[ghostzzy]

me: fuck what a day

the clock: 1:07pm

[cedarwoodtears]

anything u wanna say abt until dawn?? it can be hcs, theories, whatever comes to ur mind :)

not to be creepy but i wanna hear you yap abt until dawn 😭

HI ANON so sorry im sick so i slept in. its not creepy at all dont worry hehe ill gladly talk about this stupid game all day!!! honestly its all gonna be random hcs not much correlation whatsoever

• mike is NOT a gamer. especially fighting games oh lord as much as he tries he just cannot. he’s like a permanent noob. i fear even a 90 year old grandma can match his level…doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy those games! just that he sucks at it. whenever he plays with chris or josh it’s like watching a murder unfold infront of your eyes….it’s brutal. but i mean hey with having two amputated fingers you can’t blame him. he’s surprisingly good at rhythm games though. when you think of mike i doubt you think of osu or pjsk but god DAMN he’s weirdly good.

• chris is everyone’s go-to tech support guy. your phone is being slow? your computer isn’t working? can’t figure out where your file went? just ask and he will 99.99% of the time help fix it. not before teasingly calling them old teehee he tries to explain how to prevent it from happening again but he uses all these technical mumbo jumbo terms it flies over most peoples heads. mike likes hearing chris ramble about all that though, even if he doesn’t understand it he thinks it’s adorable…(chris x mike is REAL ITS REAL!!! still calls him a dork though. always he always will. because it’s true and mike loves him for it.)

• i ideally imagine sam’s room to be the MOST comfortable place on earth. like there’s always some candle going, cute little plants everywhere, warm tones, fairy lighting, fuzzy blankets, like it’s just a room you’d feel so safe in!!! and oh my god does she always have the best snacks. movie nights at her house go CRAZYY it’s literally the ideal spot. the gang get together every so often and have them, but sam really goes all out with the snacks and drinks and decor!! josh gets a $5 entry fee just because hes josh hehe (not really but i like to imagine josh is always like “i owe you one!” when it ends..he pays in kisses and cuddles)

• jessmatt is REAL their potential relationship dynamic is so cute!!! i feel like mike is definitely not the right guy for her, matt is more mellow which imo suits her better. him and emily are cute but….idk. all i know is matt would be an absolute sweetheart to jess, like he’d spend hours looking for perfects gifts for her and remind her of how beautiful she is inside and out constantly….always admiring her and hyping her up whenever she gets insecure….i can’t sobs she’s just as sweet back to him. jess isn’t that into sports but you best believe she will ALWAYS cheer him on in football (sometimes matt gets embarrassed from how loud she does…..) and she always has some little treat for him after he wins.

• ashley having such a creative and talented mind…not only can she write, she loves pottery and painting and occasionally knitting…everyone has a handmade gift from ash somewhere in their house. and it’s not like a quick little thing no she takes her TIME!!! and it always comes in a box with a pink bow and a heartfelt note attached to it!! she is just so babygirl. always so thoughtful and imaginative her room is full of posters and her own art and it’s all so colorful and BEAUTIFUL!!!! and oh so humble she tends to downplay her skill like girl you just wrote the most gut-wrenchingly divine well-thought out absolutely incredible piece of fiction and she’s like “it’s not the best 😓” and everyone is like “ash what the hell do you mean this is the best thing i’ve EVER read”

• josh and sam….ough….ough my heart💔❤️💔❤️……as much as sam was traumatized and by everything that went down and is still somewhat hurt by his actions, she’s still there for josh. still holds him close and comforts him, still tells him it’s all going to be okay, still lets him know he’s loved, still kisses his forehead and runs her fingers lovingly through his hair….sobs so loudly AHHH!! of course they’re still pranksters to each other. the amount of dumb pranks josh pulls on her nothing is safe hehe he’s always scheming. his favorite is the whoopee coushin because it’s so dumb and incredibly unfunny it actually physically pains her while he’s laughing his ass off fucking in HYSTERICS over how unamused she is…little does he know sam’s got some tricks up her sleeve too…

• emily’s closet is UNMATCHED!!! her habit of spending ridiculous amounts of money on clothes has only furthered but no one can lie she is just…amazing with dressing. she loves going clothes shopping with the girls and somehow always manages to find something that they all love!! she’ll help the guys too but….eh…..not really her cup of tea (men’s fashion that is). she’s made up with jess and they’re friends now, but emily will always stay emily and make her sharp, witty comments about everyone and everything teehee. she is so caring and kind deep down though, and an even better friend to get advice from!! just don’t ask her how to save money better ahem she can’t help with that 😅

• also mike went back and got wolfie. they’re best friends mike has hundreds of photos of him literally just sitting. being cute. half his posts on instagram are wolfie. he has so many damn nicknames for that wolf it’s crazy he’s already forgotten like half of them. wolfie could literally tear apart his house and after awhile of him being mad he’d be like “but he’s so cute….i can’t stay mad at you bud who’s a good boy” mike your couch is unrecognizable he is NOT a good boy for that 😭❌🙅‍♂️

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝: 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  inspired from the pun book from the last of us, here are some dialogue prompts of various puns. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )

❛ for a fungi to grow you must give it as mushroom as possible. ❜

❛ it doesn't matter how much you push the envelope. it'll still be stationary. ❜

❛ what did the mermaid wear to her math class? an algae bra. ❜

❛ people are making apocalypse jokes like there's no tomorrow. ❜

❛ why did the scarecrow get an award? he was outstanding in his field. ❜

❛ what did the triangle say to the circle? you're so pointless. ❜

❛ a book just fell on my head, i only have my shelf to blame. ❜

❛ i tried to catch some fog earlier. i mist. ❜

❛ i stayed up all night wondering where the sun went. then it dawned on me. ❜

❛ diarrhea is hereditary... it runs in your genes. ❜

❛ what did the green grape say to the purple grape? breathe, you idiot! ❜

❛ i'm reading a book on anti-gravity, and it's impossible to put down. ❜

❛ what is a pirate's favorite letter? tis' the c. ❜

❛ i wasn’t originally going to get a brain transplant, but then i changed my mind. ❜

❛ what washes up on tiny beaches? microwaves. ❜

❛ why are frogs so happy? they eat whatever bugs them. ❜

❛ i don't trust trees. they're shady. ❜

❛ i was going to tell you a pizza joke, but it's too cheesy. ❜

❛ i want to be cremated as it is my last hope for a smoking hot body. ❜

❛ there’s a new type of broom out. it’s sweeping the nation. ❜

❛ did you hear about the man who lost his left side? he’s all right now. ❜

❛ what do you call a bee that can't make up its mind? a maybe. ❜

❛ i tried to make a belt out of watches. it was a waist of time. ❜

❛ i got fired from the calendar factory, just for taking a day off. ❜

❛ did you hear about the guy who got hit in the head with a can of soda? he was lucky it was a soft drink. ❜

❛ tequila may not fix your life but its worth a shot. ❜

❛ why are there fences around cemeteries? because people are dying to get in! ❜

❛ thanks for explaining the word 'many' to me, it means alot. ❜

❛ i once ate a watch. it was time consuming. ❜

❛ why are teddy bears never hungry? they are always stuffed! ❜

❛ i don’t trust stairs because they’re always up to something. ❜

❛ never trust an atom, they make up everything! ❜

❛ i couldn't figure out how to put my seatbelt on, but then it clicked. ❜

❛ how do construction workers party? they raise the roof. ❜

❛ what do you call a dinosaur with an extensive vocabulary? a thesaurus. ❜

❛ when a clock is hungry, it goes back four seconds. ❜

❛ i made a pun about the wind but it blows. ❜

❛ it's hard to explain puns to kleptomaniacs because they always take things literally. ❜

❛ what did the ocean say to the beach? nothing, it just waved. ❜

❛ i have a joke about chemistry, but i don't think it will get a reaction. ❜

❛ i'm on a seafood diet. i see food and i eat it. ❜

❛ why did the restaurant on the moon get bad reviews? it has no atmosphere.❜

❛ how do you organize a space party? you planet. ❜

❛ i once heard a joke about amnesia... but i forget how it goes. ❜

❛ the frustrated cannibal threw up his hands. ❜

❛ it takes guts to be an organ donor. ❜

❛ why is the mushroom always invited to parties? he's a fungi. ❜

❛ a guy walks into a bar... he was disqualified from the limbo contest. ❜

❛ jokes with punch lines can be painfully funny. ❜

❛ so what if i don’t know what apocalypse means? it’s not the end of the world! ❜

[sequinsmile-x]

Loquacious

/lo·​qua·​cious./ adjective: tending to talk a great deal; talkative.

Whatever the dentist had given Aaron had apparently made her usually stoic, quiet, husband the chattiest man on the planet. 

-x-

Hi friends!

Some silly, fluffy, and hopefully funny nonsense for you on this Wednesday evening. I'm gifting this to the lovely @em-prentiss because our Hotchniss brain powers somehow connected and encouraged us to both write Aaron high af at the same time haha

I really hope you like this, please let me know what you think <3

-x-

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of dentists/dental work

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

She feels nauseous. 

It swirls in her gut, forcing her to press her fingers against her lips to stop her from retching, worried she’d throw up right here in the dentist’s waiting room if she didn’t. She was almost used to the nausea itself, it had been weeks of it now. Everything seemed to trigger it, making her stomach flip and twist as she tried to breathe through it. She was always oddly proud of herself for pushing through when she could, her other palm pressed against her still flat belly as she tries to ignore the scent of antiseptic in the air that had set her off the moment they’d walked into the dentist’s office. 

“Mrs Hotchner?” 

She looks up from where her gaze had firmly been fixed on the ground and she frowns when she sees the small cup of water being held out to her. The knowing look on the receptionist's face only deepens her confusion as she takes the drink from her. 

“You were starting to look at little green,” the receptionist says, uncurling her fist and dropping a couple of individually wrapped mints into Emily’s other hand, “I was the same way when I had my first,” she says, winking, “The mints help.” 

No one other than Aaron and Emily’s OBGYN knew she was pregnant. They hadn’t been trying all that long yet, only a few months had passed since she’d stopped taking her birth control, and she’d been nothing short of overjoyed when the first pregnancy test she took came back positive. Everything else in her life had been so hard to get, so fiercely fought for, that she thought this would be the same. Another thing for her and Aaron to survive together as they tried to grow their family. 

She was 10 weeks along and pregnancy was kicking her ass. She was exhausted all the time. Emotional. Nauseous. And her boobs hurt so much she felt like she could cry. She was surprised no one on the team had figured it out yet, that they hadn’t realised that over the last few weeks, she hadn’t been to any crime scenes, not when the smell of one almost made her throw up, and that she was largely just doing victimology. 

She knew that they’d have to tell everyone soon, and she was excited to share it with the people she loved, but she would miss this just being something between her and Aaron. A secret they shared in the privacy they so rarely had - his hand pressed against her stomach as they talked about everything their baby would and could be.

Emily stutters on a laugh and shakes her head, “How did you…”

The receptionist smiles kindly, “When you know you now,” she says, standing up straight again, “Your husband is all done, so when you’re ready you can go back and get him.” 

Emily sighs in relief and nods gratefully. He’d only had two teeth removed, a hit from an unsub distributing previous dental work to the point where they couldn’t be salvaged, but she’d been worried. She knew it was a simple procedure, that she’d seen him go through worse. She’d sat by and watched him recover from things most people couldn’t even imagine and she’d done since long before they were together. It didn’t make it any easier - and the hour she’d sat in the waiting room with nothing to keep her busy except the rolling nausea in her stomach and the sound of drills from the procedure rooms had been some of the longest of her life. 

She drinks the water, only sipping half of it so she doesn’t get carried away and make herself sick, and pops one of the mints into her mouth before she heads to where the receptionist had directed her, excited to see her husband. 

She hears him talking before she even enters the room, his voice muffled by the wooden door. As she enters the room, her eyes wide as she looks at her husband. The left-hand side of his face was swollen and numb. The grin he was throwing her, one she could only describe as goofy was lopsided, and his eyes were dazed. 

“Hi honey,” she says, walking over and sitting next to him, relief vibrating in her chest when he squeezes her hand back, “How are you feeling?” 

“Mouth hurts,” he replies, his words slurred ever so slightly, a lisp chasing every syllable as his tongue tries to figure out what the hell is going on. He turns to look at the nurse and points at Emily, “Didn’t I tell you she was pretty?” 

The nurse suppresses a smile, her lips pressed together as she talks over him, clearly aware that he simply wasn’t going to stop talking just because she’d started. 

“Yes, Aaron you did,” she says, turning her attention to Emily, “He’s been talking about you a lot, Dr Harris actually had to ask him to stop so he could extract the tooth.”

It was far from the first time she’d ever seen him on painkillers. They usually just made him sleepy, and more than once he’d fallen asleep with his head on her shoulder on the jet home when he’d been hurt on a case. This, she was quickly realising, was different. 

Whatever the dentist had given Aaron had apparently made her usually stoic, quiet, husband the chattiest man on the planet. 

She smiles softly at him and runs her fingers through his hair, “You’ve been bragging about me?”

He nods earnestly before wincing, “Always.” 

She presses her lips together to stop her smile from getting any wider and she looks up at the nurse, “Is there anything I need to know?”

“Here is some gauze and some more pain meds,” she replies, handing Emily a bag, “He can use an ice pack when needed and as from tomorrow I’d recommend salt water rinses-”

“Gross,” Aaron interrupts, his face screwed up as Emily shoots him a look before she turns her attention back to the nurse.

“No food that will require a lot of chewing, and make sure he is careful when brushing.” 

Emily nods, her eyes flicking to her husband when he reaches for her hand, linking his fingers through hers, “Of course.” 

“What about kissing?” Aaron asks, his brow furrowing in frustration at the sound of his own voice, his tongue heavy in his mouth, “Is kissing okay?”

Emily sighs, ignoring how she could feel the nurse's amusement radiating off of her, “Honey-”

“Kissing is needed,” he says, looking earnestly at the nurse, “Have you seen how pretty she is? I need to be able to kiss her.”

The nurse, to her credit, doesn’t laugh, but she does clear her throat as she nods, her eyes sparkling as they meet Emily’s, “Kissing is fine, Aaron. Don’t worry.” 

Emily squeezes his hand as she looks down at him, “Come on, let's get you out of here,” she says, desperate to get him in the car and home before he says anything else. 

She thanks the nurse and then the receptionist as she walks past, her cheeks warming again as the other woman winks at her. Aaron stumbles ever so slightly when they get outside, as if the fresh air knocks him back, reminding him that he’s pumped full of painkillers and whatever sedative they gave him. She wraps her arm around his waist and smiles when his automatically loops around her shoulder, pulling her closer as if he’s the one providing the support. 

“Let’s go home,” she says as they approach the car, but he stops, still able to use his strength against her even in his impaired state, and she furrows her brow when she turns to see him staring at her, “What's wrong?” 

“I can’t go home, I need to go to work.” 

She thinks he’s joking at first and she laughs but it fades when she realises he’s being serious. She places her hands on her hips and shakes her head at him, “Aaron, baby, you’ve just had two teeth removed. You can’t feel half your face.”

“I don’t need my face to do paperwork,” he says, his attempt at a stern expression somewhat lost when half of his face doesn’t comply. “If you take me home I’ll just drive there myself.” 

She sighs because she knows he would. He’d rest for approximately two minutes before he got in the car and drove himself to work. She rolls her eyes and steps closer to him, making sure she stamps a kiss on the cheek he can feel before she pulls back. 

“Fine,” she says, raising her eyebrow at him, “I just had to marry the most stubborn man on the planet,” she says, shaking her head as she unlocks the car and slides into the driver's side, grateful when he at least doesn’t argue and gets in the passenger seat. She clips her seat belt into place and checks his is secure too when he’s done it, and she catches him staring at her, “What?” 

“You’re so good at looking after me,” he says, his smile still wonky and dazed, “Jack and the baby are so lucky to have you.” 

She leans in and kisses the corner of his mouth, “I think you’ve said more to me in the last few minutes than you did the entire first month I knew you.” 

He frowns, “That’s not true.” 

She hums, “Whatever you say, honey.” 

She pulls her phone out of her pocket and sends two quick texts to the BAU group chat before she locks it and puts it down as she starts the engine. 

As predicted he wants to come to work. If any of you say anything about his lisp or his swollen face I will kill you.

We both know I’m talking to you, Derek.

___

He talks the entire car ride to the office. 

She has to press her lips together to stop herself from laughing more than once, his constant stream of consciousness, mostly about her and how much he loved her, as entertaining as it was embarrassing. 

He’d never been shy about his love for her, not in private anyway. He always told her how much he loved her, how much he appreciated her. But this was something else, unbidden and wild as it spilled out of him without thought, his words slurred slightly by his half-numb face and the pain meds that were making him loopy. 

“Want to know my favourite thing about being at work?” He says as they get out of the elevator, and nods, regretting it when her stomach rolls a little, “That I get to sit at my desk and look at you.” 

She shakes her head lovingly and she stops them, “Want to know my favourite thing about being at work?” 

“I want to know everything about you.” 

She chuckles and bites her lower lip before she leans in, making sure no one would be able to hear her if they walk past, “That occasionally, my husband will sneak away and make out with me in a supply closet.” 

He attempts to waggle his brows at her but fails, “We can do that later if you want.”

She kisses his cheek before she pulls back, heading for the doors into the bullpen, “Baby, I think making out might be a little beyond you for a couple of days.” 

“But the nurse said we could kiss,” he grumbles as she pushes the door open, and she can see the delight that passes over Derek and Dave’s face as they step into the office, but all it takes is her raising her eyebrow at them for them to clear their throats, tight smiles thrown their way as Derek mumbles under his breath. 

“Looking good Hotch.” 

“Do you need help getting up to your office?” Emily asks Aaron, ignoring Derek and the others completely, and she regrets it the moment she asks. The unfiltered love she’d quickly become used to in the last hour or so flashing across his face before he leans in and kisses her cheek, sloppy and uncoordinated as he presses his lips against her skin. 

“You’re such a good wife,” he says as he pulls back, his smile wide, “You’re such a good mom,” he adds, and she knows what was going to happen a split second before it does, his hand reaching out for her stomach as he carries on talking before she can stop him, “I can’t wait to have this baby with you.” 

She sighs and closes her eyes, the moment of silence that follows what he’s said all too brief for her liking before she hears a gasp from JJ. 

“You’re pregnant?” 

Emily turns and looks at the team, and she nods, clearing her throat as she reaches down and squeezes Aaron’s hand before she removes it from her belly, “Yes. I am.” 

JJ pulls her into a hug, and Emily watches as Derek smiles and pulls his phone out of his pocket, sending a text that she’d bet her trust fund on going to Penelope. 

“Congratulations,” JJ says, squeezing her tightly, “I’m so happy for you.”

Emily hugs her back, wrapping her arm around her briefly before she pulls back, “Thank you,” she says, throwing her husband a look, “We weren’t planning on telling anybody yet. But we’re excited.” 

Dave muscles his way in for a hug, before he pats Aaron on the shoulder, “I’m happy for you both. I assume I get to be god-father.” 

“It makes more sense for someone younger than them to be godfather,” Spencer says, smiling when Dave narrows his eyes at him, and Emily turns to Aaron, shaking her head as he watches everyone else. She slaps his shoulder gently, her eyebrow raised as their eyes meet.

“Now you’re quiet?” She asks, opening her mouth to gently berate him, any attempt to be mad at him pointless when he was looking at her like she hung the moon and the stars herself, but she’s cut off by a delighted squeal as Penelope walks into the bullpen. 

“Peaches, you’re pregnant?” 

Emily groans and pinches the bridge of her nose, “I should have just taken him home.” 

___

Aaron grumbles as Emily lifts his head up just long enough to slip in underneath, taking her place back on the couch, before lowering him back down onto the cushion on her lap before she holds an icepack against his cheek. “There’s something wrong with this,” he complains and she smiles, running her fingers through his hair with her free hand. 

“What do you mean?” 

He stretches his jaw and then groans in pain, “My pregnant wife looking after me,” he complains, his lisp almost entirely gone, “I should be waiting on you hand and foot. Bringing you water and ginger ale and rubbing your feet.” 

She chuckles and gently runs her knuckles up and down his good cheek, “You can do that tomorrow when you feel better,” she replies, her smile turning into a smirk, “Plus I think you owe me as many foot rubs as I want after telling everyone about the baby.” 

He grimaces and reaches up for her hand, linking their fingers together as he drags her hand to his lips and kisses them, “I am so sorry, sweetheart.” 

“It’s okay, honey,” she replies, “It’s not how I thought they’d find out. But I’m glad they know,” she says, her smile so wide her cheeks ache, “It makes it feel more real, you know?” 

“I know,” he says, and he turns his head and presses a kiss against her belly before he looks back up at her, “I really love you, Em,” he says, the same dopy smile he’d had all day spreading across his face, “More than I’ve ever loved anyone.” 

Emotion she doesn’t understand, something she blames entirely on the baby, builds in her chest and she blows out a slow breath, “I love you too. More than I’ve ever loved anyone.” 

He smiles widely at her, but it slowly fades as if something is dawning on him and he groans, “You’re never going to let me live today down are you?” 

She laughs loudly and shakes her head, pushing his hair away from his forehead, “Oh, absolutely not.” 

-x-

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[fashionteahouse]

Hey love! 💕 I would like to propose a darker fix? Maybe Embry x reader and his imprint, but when walking at the beach in La Push she was kidnapped and took advantage of by a tourist for a couple of days…when Embry and the pack found her, she had to be rushed to the hospital including have to tell chief Swan what happened while Embry was holding her hand and trying not to phase.

Love how you push the boundaries each time! Don’t know if you approve of this subject, however I think you can do it justice. Thanks 💛💛💛

hii honey i would love to 💜 thank you so much for trusting me with this and showing love hope you enjoy :)

the man with the axe - embry x reader

AN: ! tw: acts of violence, acts of sexual assault, and dark themes. read at your own desecration !

He was raised to follow his gut. His mother always told him to follow the small voice in his head if he felt if something wasn’t right.

“You should wait until I’m back from patrol.” he says to his imprint. You look to him, pretty used to his protective nature.

“It will be okay. I just want some sun.” you say in a carefree tone.

Embry looked at you and this caused you to softly laugh, “I will be okay.” You squeeze his hand and he gives in.

It was normal for Embry to think about you heavily every time he phased but he felt the deep pit in his stomach. He knew something wasn’t right.

You walked along the beach. People were leaving but you continued to walk. The wind kissed your skin as it whirled. It started to turn cloudy but you were thankful that rain wasn’t in the forecast. The cloudy day made the sky tint its natural shine.

“Excuse me! Excuse me!” you hear.

You turn.

A man had a look of distress which concerned you.

“Miss, I need help finding my dog! She ran off and I can’t find her. Can you please help?” he asks in an accent. You knew he wasn’t from around here.

“Sure. Which direction did she run off to?” you ask as you look around.

“This way. This way.” he says and you follow him.

You ask, “What’s her name?” He tells you it and you both yell for the animal.

“Are you sure she went this way?” you ask.

“Yes, yes.” he says.

You halt your steps as he lead you further away from civilization. You started to wonder. He noticed you not following him anymore.

Only a car was near, but no dog.

“Um..I have to get back. I’m sorry I couldn’t help your dog.” you say, fear setting in.

“Okay. Just one more place. Do you mind looking under the car while I call her some more?” he asks.

“Okay.” you say and get on your knees. Your eyes surf back and forth as you searched under the car. You don’t hear him call the pet’s name.

You hear a car door slam close and shuffling of feet. You rise but you couldn’t breathe. Your arms fling up as you tried to grab whatever was covering your nose and mouth off of you. You thrash your body as you scratched at the hands that pressed the cloth close to your face. Your eyes felt heavy as they sagged. You fought to keep them open but, you lost the battle.

Everything was dark. You had a huge headache as you winced. Your back hurt a bit as you laid down on something hard. You sit up, hearing a cling noise. You stand up and you feel lightheaded and woozy. You bend your knees to steady yourself.

You move and you couldn’t go any further. You pull more and more to only find out your leg couldn’t go further, causing you to fall forward.

You hear the door open. The light shining down, made you realize you were in someone’s basement.

You started to hyperventilate as you try to remember how you got into this situation. You tried to help someone find their dog and you felt very scared in this very moment.

The heavy and clunky footsteps move closer to you. You seen the man’s figure clearly but he wears a mask.

“Who are you?” you ask with a quiver.

The man tilts his head as he takes a look at you.

“Why are you doing this?” you ask as you felt tears prickle your eyes. Your leg tugged at the chain that was attached to the pole that stood tall in the basement.

He steps closer and you peer at something that’s in his hand. Your eyes grow big as you move, “Please. I won’t say anything. You will never see or hear from me again. Please!” you beg. You sit down and try to tug at the chain with your hands.

The man has an axe and some rope. You scoot away from him but the space was limited. He kneels down and whispers, “Calm down. Or I will slit your throat.”

Your heavy breathing is only heard.

“I can let you go. But, if you scream, your little leg will be off. Got it?” he says.

You nod. You knew what you were going to do. You watched as he takes a key to unlock it.

You were loose and you fly up the stairs, shutting the door behind you. You search through the unfamiliar home for the front door, but you’re pulled and your back slams onto the ground.

As you wince in pain, the man stood over you with the axe. He takes the rope he also had and turned you over and tied you. You start to silently cry.

Laying on your stomach, you hear a rip and your eyes grow big. Air hit your exposed skin as you felt grimy fingers touch all over your backside.

“You thought you were so smart.” he comments, ridiculing your plan to escape.

You feel his body and you squirm and cry as he forced himself into the body that pleaded and begged.

“It hurts!” you cry out.

It felt like forever. You couldn’t do anything to put him off. His body weight was too heavy and your hands were restricted by the tight rope.

He just left you back in the basement. Slamming the door. He didn’t come back for some time. You had to use the restroom.

You yelled until your lungs were sore but, he didn’t come back. Your bladder was full and it hurt so you did what you had to do. The shame that came from urinating on yourself was great.

He was pissed. You didn’t understand it. A backhand in the mouth was the reward for trying to tell him you called for him to let you go.

The water was way too hot. You saw the steam and he demanded you get into the bathtub.

With you not listening, he picked you up and dumped you in there, your screams were loud as you withered your body from the hot water.

Grabbing your cheeks with one hand, he hissed, “Shut the fuck up. If you want to keep your tongue, shut the fuck up.”

Your face crumbled as he washed you up. Only, he copped feels of your body and it made you uncomfortable.

“You’re going to make me alot of money.” he says as he pushed you into a room that was near the bathroom. You were glad you didn’t have to be in dirty basement.

The bedroom was old. A dirty mattress laid down in the middle of the floor. You search for the windows but was met with disappointment as he had already boarded them up.

Shoving you onto the mattress, he got his release. You lie helplessly as you were restricted. Your mind traveled elise where to distract yourself from the disgusting feeling. You felt like you were getting contaminated. Embry popped in your mind. Tears leak out.

“Are you hungry?” he asks as he zips his pants back up.

You barely nod. Truth be told, you wanted to starve to die.

He grabs you up by your arm, leading you to the living room. He turns on the tv as he insisted that he fed you. Your mouth close around the spoon full of soup. It wasn’t as hot as you would’ve liked but you were starving.

A news channel pops on. Your attention is fully into the electric box. A reporter asking the viewers if they had seen a missing young lady, to call the number at the bottom of the screen. The young lady being you. You were last seen on the beach.

You start to cry again. You hear a laugh. You turn your gaze to him as he genuinely thought the segment was a joke.

“I give it a week before they give up. They will go back to their lives with you forgotten. Best of all, they’ll think your dead.”

Your face crumbled at this, not wanting to eat anymore.

“Here!” he says raising the spoon.

You keep your head down as you didn’t want to accept the bite.

“You’re going to waste?” he asks angrily.

Clattering the items down, he drags you back upstairs, shoving you into the room. The brush burn from the carpet let you know that you were still naked.

You hear his heavy footsteps go into another room and you hear a drawer slam. He comes back in with a large shirt.

He roughly puts it over you.

“When are you going to let my arms free? They’re really sore.” you ask in a innocent whisper.

“Until I say so.” he says.

His heavy footsteps leave out of the door as the door closes. The room is dark and so is your mental.

You fall asleep but, when you wake up, you hear music. The bumping is heard and so is some talking. You perk up as you start to yell.

“I’m upstairs! Anybody!”

The door opens and your heart drops when the same man comes in but with somebody. This time he comes in without the mask, you actually take a look at his face.

Fright fills your body.

“This is her. She’s beautiful.” he says as he grabs your face to stress the fact.

The other man was more heavier than the man who stole your freedom. He looked down at you greedily.

“Are you going to make her walk the streets or will she do it here?” he asks your kidnapper.

“Here. This one here likes to run.” he answers as he nudged the side of your head.

“I can set something up for tomorrow.” the heavier man says. The kidnapper is happy with this.

After the man leaves, your kidnapper comes back into the room he had left you.

“I can make you something to eat.” you speak quietly. You were dying to see if you can find any clues in the kitchen.

“Make me something to eat?” he asks.

“Y-yes. To..Thank you. For giving me a shirt…And feeding me.” you say in a broken voice.

He sits in the kitchen chair as he watched you like hawk. The axe sat on the wobbly table as he untied your ropes saying, “Try to run again, I will make you eat your fingers.”

You shakily put the pot of water on the stove. You move to the fridge and you look at the magnets that hung up. You only saw take out brochures and pictures of a kid.

You grab a half empty jar of pasta sauce. The fridge rattled when you closed the fridge door. You reach into the cabinet with your sore wrists. Dark marks were formed around your wrists as you grabbed some noodles.

You watch him eat. He ate sloppily.

“Why me?” you kept screaming in your head.

You asked questions.

“Do you have kids?” you ask. He looks at you, “Yeah. Why?”

To throw him for a loop, “Oh. Just seems like you’re a good dad.”

“Their bitch of a mother took him away from me.” he says, not happy to bring her up.

Your mind rack of ideas to distract him. You didn’t want him to remember tying you back up.

“Can I sleep in your bed with you? Tonight?” you ask.

The man smiles a bit, agreeing.

“We’re going to make love all night.”

This made you sick to your stomach.

You sat on the floor next to him as he sat in his recliner. The old television flashed on the nightly news. This time, they showed your picture.

“You should call that number. Tell them you’re not missing.”

Your heart thumps out of your chest.

“They won’t believe me. My voice will give it away.” you meekly say.

He leans forward, “Then don’t give it away.” he hissed.

Not wanting him to be angry, you thought of an idea.

“Let me write a letter. It’s more believable.” you say.

He thinks about it.

As he does, you watch the tv as you saw your friends beg you to come home. You wondered if Embry would come on next but, he changed the channel.

You were thankful he didn’t tie your hands back up. The bed creaked under you as he sloppily pumped in you. You squeezed your eyes shut and he groaned.

He rolls off of you with a satisfied noise. He’s soon asleep , snoring and all. You wait for a moment. His sleep was deep. You slowly inch out of the bed. Soon, you stood as you looked at his sleeping body.

You tip toe out of the room. You place your hand on the stair railing, slowly walking down the steps. As you made your way downstairs, you grab the old home phone.

Dialing Embry’s number, he answers.

“Who is this?” he asks.

“Please Embry I’m in trouble.” you whisper.

“Y/N?!?!”

“Help me. Help me. Help me.” you whisper and hang up.

You move to the front door. The locks were in place. The heavy locks clunked over as you winced at the noise, hoping he didn’t wake up.

The door creaked loudly open and you bolt out.

You immediately hear your name being screamed out. You didn’t care that you had no pants or shoes on. Your freedom was more important.

“Help! He’s trying to kill me!” you scream into the nightly street. He bolts after you, before neighbors could turn their lights on. You push your legs faster as you continue to yell. He tackled you down. You cry and scream as you tried to fight him off.

“I’m calling the police!” A woman yells with a phone in her hand. Her fingers press down on her phone.

“Please! Help me!” you yell. He picks you up, placing a hand over your mouth as you kick and thrash your body.

You bite down on his hand and he hissed as he took a quick look at it. You run to the woman who is calling the police. She closes the door as you make your way into the home. It didn’t take long at all for help to arrive.

You didn’t expect Embry to burst through the door. Overwhelm fill your body as you rise and is in his arms. He holds you tight as you tell him how happy to see him. He lets you know how scared he was.

Lifting you up, you takes you outside. You clutch onto him as the bright lights blinded you. He rides with you in the ambulance.

As you lie in the hospital bed, you were hooked up to vitals. You had just gotten done doing a rape kit.

Holding your hand, a cop comes in, introducing himself as the chief of police, Charlie Swan.

“Can you tell me a little bit about what happened?” he asks carefully.

“I was only walking on the beach. A man…He asked for help.”

“This man. What did he look like?” he asks.

You describe in detail what he looked like and also say, “He..He had an accent. He’s not from here.”

Charlie takes note of this, nodding.

“When he…Held you hostage, did he hurt you?” he asks. He saw the marks but he wanted to know how much he hurt you.

“He hit me. A lot. I was also tied up tight with rope.” you say and Embry squeezed your hand but the trembling didn’t go unnoticed. Charlie puts his hands on his hips as he waits for you to continue.

“And he…Took advantage of me..Multiple time. It was just horrible. He kept telling me how much money I would make him.” you say and you tear up as you remember.

“Okay you don’t have to say any more.” Embry says. He was having a hard time control himself. He was antsy. He wanted to go right back to the house and take care of the fucker himself but, he already knew he was taken care of, thanks to his pack brothers.

Wishing you a speedy recovery, Charlie leaves out.

“Im so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you. It’s all my fault.” he says with intensity of sorrow.

“It’s not your fault. I should’ve listened to you.” you say to calm him down.

Embry lets a tear drop fall as he looked down. The marks on your wrists were a reminder of how much you’ve been hurt.

“The guys they…Took care of him.”

“Did they kill him?” you ask in a whisper.

“Almost. But, he’s going away. For a long time.”

“He beat in my head how you weren’t going to look for me. How people will forget about me missing and conclude that I was dead.” you reveal.

“That’s bullshit. We looked for you from sunup to sundown.” he says firmly to make you believe him.

“I know. I knew you were going to find me. I never lost faith.” you tell him.

“I can’t let you go anywhere without me, Y/N. This can’t happen again, I won’t let it. You hear me?” he says.

“Yes.” you say and you close your eyes as his lips touched your forehead. Your eyes felt heavy because you felt so exhausted.

“I will be here when you wake up, Y/N.” he tells you.

You let your eyes close. Embry never let go of your hand, even while you slept.

[nightlyrequiem]

Be Still My Heart

Chapter 5- Interference

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You're the best in the meth industry but a new product suddenly pops up. You and your boss, Valeria, must figure out who is making it so you can take back the market. All the while tension is building between the two of you.

A/N: I hate this chapter lol. Might release the next one early as an apology for this pitiful excuse for literature. Maybe I'm being too hard on myself. I've been hating Everything recently...

Tags/Warnings: Illegal Substances, Boss Employee Relationship, Angst, Some Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Manipulation, Suggestive Themes, Smut (But Only in CH19.), Dual POV

Corra stands in front of Valeria, face carefully blank as Valeria speaks to her. 

"El Sin Nombre wants you to check out the Texan border." Valeria orders. Beneath her calm, almost bored exterior, Valeria is seething. Blood boiling inside of her veins at the very sight of Corra. With her cute little curls and glossed lips. Who is she trying to impress? You, probably.

"Sure, but why?" She asks. Her question makes Valeria bristle. 

"Because he said so." Valeria says, barely concealing her animosity. "You aren't questioning El Sin Nombre, are you?"

Corra shifts uncomfortably. "No."

Valeria is still somewhat convinced, in her deluded mind, that Corra's intentions with you are of an ill nature. She has no proof to think this way, but Valeria has always trusted her gut. It kept her alive in the army and it kept her alive in the cartel. And it's going to keep you with her.

"Good." She nods. "Take Sanchez, Dominic, and Maria with you." 

There isn't anything at the Texan border. It's a giant waste of time but it will keep Corra away from you long enough for Valeria to fix things.

Corra shifts again.

"How long does he want us to be gone for?" She asks. "I just have this thing on Friday..."

Thing. Is she embarrassed to call it a date? Valeria was right. Corra can't be trusted. She'll take your fragile little heart and crush it in her soft, moisturized palms.

"... Five days." Valeria says. Corra frowns.

"Oh. Could someone else go in my place then?"

Valeria frowns. Irritated that Corra thinks she has the right to ask for a switch. 

"No." Valeria denies coldly. "Whatever it is you have on Friday, cancel it."

Corra frowns as well. Clearly unhappy with her orders but she knows better than to voice her displeasure. "Alright, understood."

"Good. Dismissed."

Before she leaves Valeria tells her to find you and bring you to her office.

Valeria contemplates simply killing Corra to get her out of the way. It's the simplest solution. It would be so unnecessary though, and Corra, Valeria begrudgingly admits, is a useful member of the cartel. No matter. by the time Corra returns you won't want anything to do with her. You shouldn't have wanted anything to do with her in the first place. Valeria had assumed you felt something for her too. At times she even thought you may have been flirting, with your wide stare and dry remarks. When you'd wear a low-cut shirt and lean down ever so slightly. Were you not trying to show off your cleavage? Valeria can feel a headache coming on.

She lights up a cigarette and takes a relieving inhale. Letting the smoke travel down into her lungs. She really needs to quit. The scent of her bad habit trails after like a storm cloud. She had the opportunity to quit when she was in prison for a few months. For whatever reason getting cigarettes was harder than coke. She felt like she was losing her mind when she didn't have access to a smoke, yet the junkies were able to shoot up in the corner. Who smuggles in heroin but not fucking cigarettes? Valeria blows out a gray ring. she regrets that first smoke she had when she got out. Valeria knows you aren't the biggest fan of smokers. Your nose is overly sensitive, and you've given her shit for smoking near you a few times. Sometimes, Valeria will purposefully light one up near you just to see that little disgusted sneer. 

Valeria wonders if the smell has seeped into her skin. If you were to bury your nose into the crook of her neck, would you smell her or smoke? Her contemplations are cut short as you knock. She waits for you to enter like you normally do but you just stand there expectantly.

"... Come in." She says. You finally stride in, eyes darting disapprovingly to the smoke held between her fingers. Before Valeria can speak, you open your mouth.

"Why are you sending Corra to the border?" You ask. Not sounding angry but certainly not pleased. Valeria leans back. Annoyed that you want to talk about Corra. Corra, Corra, Corra. There is nothing special about Corra.

"There's been some issues I want checked out, why?" She asks calmly.

"I was just wondering." You say. Not wanting to reveal she's who you're going out with. Too bad Valeria already knows.

Valeria stubs out her cigarette despite it not even being half finished.

"I sent Sanchez, Dominic, and Maria with her." Valeria tells you. "Why, worried she'll make the bet without you?"

You furrow your brows. "What bet?"

"She's supposed to ask someone out and stand them up." Valeria shrugs. "I'm not sure nor do I care. Diego is the one who told me."

"What do you mean?" You ask, voice unnaturally flat. "We're not teenagers, nobody here would ask out someone else as a joke."

Valeria worries you won't buy it. It's a very juvenile explanation but it's the first one she thought of and she's short on time. Really, she's counting on the fact that you were probably picked on in school and asked out as a joke. She knows you probably were since the people she asked out as jokes were similar to you. Minus the charm and intrigue.

Valeria shrugs.

"The ones making the bet are younger." She says. "Corra is what, twenty-three? Sanchez is only nineteen."

"Diego is pushing forty." You mutter indignantly.

"Diego is an idiot."

You pause and chew on the inside of your cheek. "Corra is who I'm going out with on Friday." You admit. Valeria pretends to be surprised.

"Oh, I see." She hums without much sympathy. "How childish."

You seem incredibly bothered at the idea of being the recipient of something so immature. Like you can't believe the grown adults you work with have the same mentality of children. You're upset. Valeria takes the opportunity to touch you, laying her hand on yours.

To Valeria's displeasure you retract your hand. Valeria straightens and shoves away the embarrassment she feels at your rejection.

"We have more important things to talk about." She says, voice considerably less warm. "I discussed the next course of action with Diego."

"Mhm."

"He wants to check out Pajaro Azul-"

"It's not from Pajaro Azul."

Valeria frowns at the interruption, feeling a spike of annoyance. "We can't rule out that possibility." She speaks. "I'm going to wait to see how your sugar recipe sells. If it starts selling as good or better than the yellow stuff, then we'll focus our energy on that before we crack down on it."

You nod but Valeria can tell meth is low on the list of things you care about at the moment.

You're so... downtrodden. A lot more affected by the news than Valeria thought you'd be. It's a good thing Valeria stopped this date from happening. You haven't even had any time to bond with the girl and you're already heartbroken. What a sad, fragile thing you are. Corra would have absolutely destroyed you. Valeria is doing this for your own good. Better to be sad before any real attachments are formed.

"Well, I guess I'm free on Friday now." You sigh, rubbing the bridge of your nose. Valeria knows you do that when you have a headache coming on. Does Corra know that? She thinks not. "If you were still wanting to sit in on the process."

Valeria wishes you were a little happier at the prospect of spending time with her. 

"Yeah." Valeria nods. Feeling much less stressed now that Corra is out of the way. She knows you'll go out of your way to avoid her now. Either from anger or embarrassment. Her pleasure at her successful game of emotional manipulation fades a little. A small part of her does feel bad for how hurt you seem, but it's for the best. You and Valeria work well together, you have good chemistry. Corra would disrupt all of that and Valeria doesn't do well with change. It doesn't help that the thought of anyone else between your legs makes her feel sick.

[titaniasfairy]

WILDEST DREAMS

CHAPTER ONE

series summary: you hate anakin skywalker. but can you resist him during your week-long tropical trip with him?

cw: fem!reader, anakin is a dick, bickering, seriously anakin sucks, enemies to lovers, fuckboy!anakin, forced proximity trope, only one bed trope, eventual smut

chapter summary: your friends have planned a week long trip to some tropical island. only you’re forced to stay in a room with the man you hate most, anakin skywalker.

an: hi y’all it’s bear 🐻!! this is my first series everrrr omg i’m so excited. i’m such a sucker for enemies to lovers so i thought i’d write some. i’m not sure how many chapters this will be please enjoy!!

wc: 1.5k

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god you hated anakin skywalker. you hated his stupid guts.

you hated the way he’d be so nice and caring to every one in your friend group— except you, of course.

they’d be laughing about some story anakin told (that wasn’t even that funny) when you’d open your mouth, only to regret it when his judgmental gaze met yours. your smile would immediately fade and you’d refuse to speak for the rest of the night. but anakin was just fine, engaging in flirtatious banter with other girls at the bar.

did he have to be obvious with his intentions? such a man whore.

you hated how he was good at everything. always offering to fix things for your friends, never charging them anything because he’s so selfless.

but obviously when you called your friend to say your car was having issues , their immediate response was

‘just call anakin! he’s fixed my car plenty of times. i’m sure it wouldn’t be a bother to him!’

you really didn’t want to call anakin, but you figured that there was no other choice. you stood outside your car on the side of the busy street. the wind was blowing and it was getting colder as the sun went down.

maybe your friend was right. maybe if you just called anakin he’d look at your car and give you a ride home. it wouldn’t be a bother, right?

oh but how it would be. you called 3 time only to go to voicemail each time. after what seemed like forever, you got a response when a mutual friend asked him to answer you.

“hello? anakin?”

“what do you want?” he huffed out, already tired of you without you even saying a word.

“anakin my car’s broken down. do you think you could come check it out?”

it was like you could hear his eyes roll through the phone. he’s so damn childish. he answered after a few grunts.

“maybe. where’s it at?” his voice was hesitant, he obviously did not want to help you at all.

“over by scott street..”

“seriously? that’s on the other side of town, dude. no way i’m going out there.”

you could hear a lighter spark on the other line as anakin lit up a cigarette. another thing you hated about him, that nasty smoking habit.

“anakin please! i can’t afford to take it in right now and i’ve got no ride back home, everyone’s busy.”

you didn’t know why you begged so hard to get him to help you. honestly, you could’ve called a local shop to tow your car and get it looked at. for some reason you were drawn to him and his rudeness.

“whatever, but you’re paying me for this.” he took a drag from his cigarette, and you could hear him exhale through the phone.

“thank you so much oh my god i don’t know what i’d do without you! i’ll pay you whatever you want i pro-“

anakin hung up the phone.

your relationship did not improve after this occurrence. you thought that since you two “bonded” over the silence of the ride back to your place , or since he sent you a very cut and dry message saying that there was something wrong with your alternator, or since you paid him through venmo that you two would get along.

but alas, you were wrong. in fact this only made you hate him more. what did you ever do to him? it’s not like you’ve ever been rude to him or anything. in fact he’s the one that’s rude. you should be the one acting like him!

why do you even care so much? you don’t want his attention. you’d rather die than have those gorgeous ocean blue eyes stare at you from across the room.

he’s not even worth thinking about. anything that leaves his mouth is just mean and crude towards you. mouth. anakin’s mouth. those plump pink lips that wrap so perfectly around a cigarette-

that too! why would you ever want someone with a nasty smoking habit. you bet his lungs are tar black and gross. another reason that you shouldn’t care about anakin skywalker.

but you can’t help but get a little excited when your friends say that they’ve planned a big trip for their spring break— a lavish vacation to some tropical island.

of course all of your friends were bringing their respective partners, so you were stuck to room with anakin. you wish you could deny the thoughts that rushed into your head when you were told this. there’d be optimal space and two beds so there’d be no need to worry, you were told.

you packed accordingly: skimpy swimsuits, breathable dresses, short cut jean shorts. you secretly wonder how anakin will react to your outfits. you also pack a number of headache pills and hangover cures. lord knows how drunk you’ll be over there.

maybe you’d be drunk enough to forget your stupid crush on stupid anakin.

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today you would leave for the airport with your friends. jason would pick you all up from your places to carpool to the airport in his jeep with his girlfriend.

but of course, plans changed and now amy and brad would ride themselves to the airport. since jason doesn’t need all that room they’d just take his girlfriend’s car! but they can only fit the two of them and their luggage.

in summary, anakin would be forced to drive himself to the airport, along with you. another decision that your friend had to beg him to make. were you really that annoying?

you had planned to leave at 5:30 am to get to the airport at 6:00, which gave you enough time to board at 7:00 and arrive on the island at 10:00. this was all discussed thoroughly in the travel group chat so everyone knew what to do.

but anakin apparently didn’t see it. he gets to your apartment at 6:00 and the two of you barely make it to the airport in time to board and take off.

the drive was miserable. anakin was absolutely not a morning person, who didn’t listen to anything you had to say. the moment you’d get out a word he’d turn up his obnoxiously loud music on his stereo.

it wouldn’t have been a moment with anakin without his constant complaining, either. you were told how you “ruined this trip” for him with you going. anakin said he was supposed to bring some girl with him but was told there was no room since you were coming along.

you were in no mood to bicker, so you just stayed silent until you reached the airport. now you’d only have to deal with the stress of tsa.

thankfully, once you boarded the plane everything went fine. you were seating next to an older couple who just renewed their vows, and other than the old man’s occasional snoring there really wasn’t an issue.

as the plane landed you noticed the beautiful scenery on the island. the pretty trees and clear blue waters under a cloudless sky made you excited for the week to come.

the itinerary jason’s girlfriend made said that you were to check in around 11:30 and hang around the resort area until 7:30 where your group would have a dinner on the beach.

the resort was absolutely stunning. with a perfect view to the beach, it was like you were in a castle by the sea. inside the lobby were beautiful marble statues and detailed artworks hung on every wall. how did your friends afford this?

after what felt like standing in line for hours in the check in line, you finally found yourself in front of the door to your room that you and anakin would share for the week. you entered the key and the door unlocked, leading you to a beautiful sunlit room with a window looking onto the water.

only this didn’t look like the room on the website. there was only one bed. well actually, there was a bed and a pullout couch but there was no way you would be sleeping on that. your back would probably ache for the whole trip and that is one thing you will not have.

you called the front desk and told them about the issue, only to be told that there was nothing they could do. the resort was too overcrowded when the booking was made and they had to switch you over into a smaller suite.

thankfully, anakin had not arrived yet so you placed your bags on the bed as a way to mark your territory. ‘first come first serve, skywalker.’ you thought.

you could only imagine what he was doing. maybe he got lost or something, the man couldn’t make his way out of a wet paper bag. or maybe he’s flirting with the front desk attendant. you could only pity the girls that fall in line with anakin.

with all the rush this morning and the exhausting flight, you decided to get a little rest for awhile. you close the curtains to give yourself some darkness and get in the queen-sized bed.

the bed was soft and extremely comfortable with fluffed pillows and breathable sheets. for a second you imagine what it’d be like to lay in bed with anakin, what’d it feel like to wake up next to him in the morning.

but that’s ridiculous. you have no reason to be with anakin, even though he definitely doesn’t want you in the first place. eventually, your thoughts subside and the sound of the waves outside calm you to sleep.

[itsbubbleteataro]

The Bootlegger pt 3

Human!Alastor x Human!Reader Warnings; manipulation

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You woke bright and early the next day with a sigh. Pulling yourself out of bed, you glanced at your calendar. The weekend had hit. With a small smile you flopped back into bed. Jessie was kind, usually giving you Saturdays off to rest.

Just as you had drifted off into the first signs of sleep, there was a pounding at your door. You groaned, then got up to change and rake a brush through your hair to at least look presentable. You yawned and approached your door. You opened the door before the person on the other end could start knocking again.

"...Jessie?" You rubbed your eyes, thinking you were going blind or something. "What in the world are you doing here, its my day off I thought."

"Normally is sugar" Responded Jessie, who stepped out of the way to show her husband, Tom standing behind her. "Tom here says he wants you working on the weekends now"

"I mean I would love to but you would have me working seven days a week with no break!" You looked rather distressed as you quickly tried to fix your hair. "I don't think I can do that Jessie, honest."

Tom raised an eyebrow as Jessie looked away, "don't think, or won't?"

You felt so uncomfortable as you looked from Tom to Jessie. Your hands picked at your nails. You saw Jessie rubbing her arm and looking up at you, Tom looking stern as he ever did before you sighed and nodded.

"We'll see you out there y/n" Nodded Tom, who took his wife Jessie and walked off.

You took a deep breath, you always hated when Tom came around, made Jessie act so differently you had no idea how to the two even got married in the first place. You walked back into the living room, flicking your radio on.

Sighing as Alastor was off for the weekend you listened to whatever jazz was playing. You went and finished getting ready, making breakfast and doing hair and makeup before leaving the house.

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The work day was harder than it usually was, with you doing much more heavy lifting to avoid Tom. You were deeper in the cave, labeling moonshine with the date and year, before going to the back and picking out what spirits had been sitting the longest.

You came back with a box full, only to come back to Jessie looking away and making herself busy with one of the stills, and Tom glaring at the cave wall. You gulped, before walking up and setting the crate of what you found down.

"Tom? I found what we had, some of our first bottles"

"Perfect y/n, load em up on the truck. Jessie will join you later"

You nodded your head, really not wanting to get involved out of fear, took the crate and loaded them up into the back of the truck. You arms were hurting by the time you were done, ready to call it quits before you had even delivered everything.

It was maybe about an hour later, Tom went his own way and Jessie got into the truck with you. It was a silent drive, your mind full of questions you were not sure you really wanted answered, plus the fact that you had to look out for other bootleggers trying to get the drop.

You had heard through the grape vine that the fuzz were more active on the docs trying to put a stop to the imported booze. You figured more folks would fall back on land shipments, and knew people were lookin to make a quick buck or to drink somethin strong.

Your fingers wrapped around the handle to your pistol, before placing it in your bag, your gut screaming you may need it later. Jessie sighed as you watched the trees turn into buildings and the critters into people.

It was not long before the sun went down, and nightlife came a bustling. Jessie pulled into the ally where the two of you delivered the moonshine.

Jessie went in to go speak and collect payment from Mimzy, leaving you to unload all the stock yourself. Again your arms screamed, telling you to stop and take a break, but you did not listen. you had gotten through all the boxes by the time Jessie came back with Mimzy and a few of her boys who took over for you when it came to the boxes. Mimzy handed Jessie some money before ushering you inside.

You were surprised, it was never this busy when you arrived, maybe because it was a weekend, maybe because it was a cooler night, maybe because the band was already playing, but the place was packed.

You took a seat at the bar and had just taken your first sip of some booze when a familiar voice ripped you from your thoughts.

"Y/n?"

You turned, "Al?"

There in front of you stood Alastor, clearly intoxicated, a half filled drink in his hand. He had shed what coat he was wearing that night, leaving it over his arm. His dress shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his shirt wrinkled and slightly out from its tuck, his front shirt buttons were undone, his bowtie hanging loosely around his neck. His hair fluffy and already returning to its naturally curly state.

"Rough day?" He took a seat next to you.

"Could say that Al" You took a sip.

"Wanna talk about it?" Alastor finished his drink, mentally cursing at himself for how much he was even trying to get to know you. He should be distant, he knows that, his unusual choice in prey for his hunting demanded it. Yet here he was, actually curious about how someone besides himself was doing. It felt, strange to put it lightly.

You raised an eyebrow, then nodded before ordering the two of you drinks. "Yeah, would be nice."

"Whenever your ready Cher" Alastor looked up at you before turning his attention to his drink. He really could not make heads or tails on what he was felling, but figured he had time while you were talking, there is no way he would actually pay attention to what you were saying, right?

You took a deep breath, "My boss's husband makes me so uncomfortable. The way he showed up at my door with her to basically demand I now work weekends, then leaves me to do all the heavy lifting?!" You sipped your drink as Al raised an eyebrow, looking up from his cup to you. "Now I work seven days! All week! No break! There really should be a limit to all that now! It's just unfair! I'm working more than I did when I worked at that dress shop up the river some" You huffed out, unable to stop yourself from basically spilling your guts to Al. (Fun fact, labor laws around working hours were established in 1938)

Al turned back to his own drink. "Yeah, I mean I don't even work weekends." He shrugged, unsure why he's even caring about a stranger he had met twice now. "That seems pretty harsh. Least the office must be cool?"

"I wish it was an office, but I can't get into the details of what I do. Just know, Tom sucks." You pouted, becoming increasingly drunk as you kept sipping away.

"Tom?" Alastor asked, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "The one married to Jessie or the one one who runs the bakery?" He asked setting his drink down completely.

"Married to Jessie, I think the Tom who runs the bakery only has kids left, bless his wife's soul." You finished off your drink.

Alastor raised an eyebrow, "You know if he works at the radio station or not?"

"Now I'm no newshawlk so I would ask someone who's better suited for gathering that kind of info, I'm just tryin to get through the days." You shrugged.

Alastor nodded his head, before he stuck out his hand, "Well lets go cut a rug for a bit, should help take the mind off things?"

You looked at his outstretched hand, the ever charming smile on his face and you sighed, giving in and taking his hand.

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Mimzy had cut you off from drinkin any more, and had asked Alastor to walk you home. You stumbled as you linked your arm with his. He helped keep you steady as you walked out from the ally, going down the dimly lit streets on New Orleans. He found it strange, he usually was not the biggest fan of taking people home when they have had too much to drink, and would only help if Mimzy told him too, but he had wanted to with you. He wanted to see you home safe.

He had no idea why, but yet, the only thing he could think about what getting you home safe.

[hiddenbysuccubi]

"Yeah...." Joan sighed, blowing out smoke from a second procured cigarette and stifling a cough. "Town was weird with um," she waved her hand in front of her, frowning. Even with Althanea's guidance and her, the keeper of the time watch, provided Buffy without an exact date. Technomagic and indeed magic itself was not her strong suit.

Luckily, Spike provided. "Everyone all hush-hush quiet like, thanks to the poncy boys in suits? Couldn't scare a proper scream from anyone with that going on. Takes all the fun right out."

Oh, she thought. She'd scream for him again, any day. But faced with everything now, the longing remained an acrid burn in the bottom of her gut. Steadying herself, she finally pulled her purple hood back. Remembering the time she and the others had faced The Gentlemen. She'd never really known back then what Spike had been up to during that time (getting chipped came to mind), but pretty soon Willow'd be saving him from staking himself. "Any other Vampire'd get a sick kick from the added novelty of their prey not being able to voice themselves, I bet." she told the trees in front of her, not quite seeing.

"Well, 's not my style." Spike defended slowly, swiping his nose before leaning back and looking the strange woman up and down. "What's a pretty thing like you doing out in the cemetery all alone?"

Any way the wind blows. When your body aches to lay it down

Joan smiled. It was just as tight as her Buffy smiles had become near the end, but it wouldn't give her away. Finally she faced the ghost of her past fully. Lost in the blue of his eyes, even shadowed as they were. A waning something-whatever moon just glancing off his platinum hair. But in her mind she could see the light pouring out of him, the martyr, the sun, "No you don't but-" NO. She wouldn't let his memory repeat that line. In the end you're better off alone

"Looking for you, looking at the stars." She mumbled, taking a sip from the now nearly-empty flask. "They don't shine like this when I come from."

Spike was leering now, intrigued. "'When' is that, luv?"

"2012. Not too far. Heard stories. Figured I could come back and.. change things" (fix everything). "I'm not as helpful as B-uh, Buffy. The slayer." It was a struggle, saying her lost name. She couldn't say I want to save you, I want to screw the me of the past over and keep you to myself.

The vampire hummed, unaware of the thoughts going through her head as she finished her flask. "Some kind of time travelling witch then? Got a name?"

"Joan."

He nodded sarcastically. No doubt already cooking up a way to turn this unexpected visitor into an asset towards his own gain. Wiping his hands on his jeans and grinning, he offered her his hand. "Spike."

Your name is like a melody. She didn't say, as she smiled sadly back at him and shook. Letting go quickly, lest she never let go, and willing her heart to stay dead despite the jolt of electricity which was briefly caressing it.

[stiricidewrites]

The Damage You Do: ch 27, pt 5

Apologies. I got really sick after my last update, and am only now recovering my energy. It was rough and terrible, and I still have bronchitis. I do not go well when I can't breathe.

Continuity note: I've realized wwx was supposed to still be wearing a blindfold, as of the end of the last chapter. I believe there was a moment or two in the previous updates where he wasn't. Please forget those exist, I'll fix them when I do final edits on the chapter.

Previously

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The other man hummed, his hands beginning to wander a bit too much, and wwx’s mind wandered with them. Everything lwj did was an option: remain quiet and let him control the scene, or take a cue and shift with it.

Instinct. He’d always been good with that whole instinct thing—it was part of why, despite logic telling him he should be more afraid of his dom, he wasn’t.

“Trust yourself,” he could remember his father saying, a hand pressed against his stomach because he’d been complaining that a man on the street made his tummy feel funny.

Gut instinct.

Trust yourself.

Your body knows things your brain can’t decipher.

“Do you believe in instinct?” he asked absently, letting himself breathe with the rise and fall of lwj’s chest against his back. So even and calming. “Like, that your body or soul can know things your mind can’t figure out?”

If lwj thought the change in subject odd, he gave no indication. His breathing remained steady, only shifting when he spoke to tell wwx that he did. “I have had moments in my life where I have had a sense someone was following me. There was no indication that I saw or heard something off, yet I knew. I trust that instinct.” A note of amusement and annoyance entered his voice as he said his brother believed such things too much.

“How do you believe in instinct too much?” wwx asked, twisting to frown up at his dom. Silently, he cursed himself for keeping the blindfold on—it meant he couldn’t enjoy whatever expression his dom was making! He’d been getting so good at reading the man, too!

lwj sighed, a slow breath that shifted wwx’s bangs. “He believes his gut over common sense and fact,” he explained, sounding equal parts amused and like his brother’s beliefs were the bane of his existence. “He has even admitted that, at times, his mind thinks something is wrong, but his heart says it isn’t.”

“Therefore… it isn’t?”

“Mn…” the other man hummed, dark and unimpressed. “I can understand this sentiment in some cases, however, my brother… takes it to the extreme. He once flooded his apartment because while he could hear water splashing, his heart told him he had turned off the tap. A pipe had burst.”

[blueicequeen19]

Always Been You

Warnings: angst, betrayal 👀

I grab her hand, stopping her retreat. I couldn’t bare to let her walk away from me again. Not after everything. She’d came to see me at the Chateau. That had to mean something.

“Y/N, I—.”

“Don’t.” She whips around to face me, tears in her beautiful eyes as she pushes my hand away.

“Don’t tell me you love me. Not now.” She snaps.

“Why not?” My heart sinks to the bottom of the ocean floor.

“Because love is not enough.” She cries, pulling away from my hands as I try to pull her to me.

“After everything that’s happened.. you think love is just going to fix it?” She sobs, pushing against me as I cup her face.

“I didn’t want to love you but I do. I tried to resist but you’re so damn annoying and persistent. I can’t breathe when you’re in the same room as me and I can’t breathe when you’re not. So what am I supposed to do?” I rasp, nearly nose to nose with her.

Her eyes squeeze shut, tears streaming down her face and onto my hands on her cheeks.

“You’re it for me. We can deal with whatever happens but right now, this is about you and me.”

She continues to pull away from me, not meeting my eyes as her own fill with tears.

“I don’t care that you’re in love with Rafe Cameron.” I bite out, her eyes snapping to mine in disbelief. She really thought I didn’t know.

“JJ, I—.”

“I don’t care. He was there for you when I couldn’t be. I know that. But you love me too. I know you do. Whatever happens we can figure out.”

“It’s not that simple, J.” She murmurs, hers adverting me again. She was ashamed.

“Did you sleep with him? Because if you did I don’t care about that either. You probably thought I was dead or never coming back. This gold thing has taken me away a lot but I’m here now.” I pull her against me but she shakes her head again, not meeting my eyes again.

“It’s not just that. I did things. Things I didn’t know where about you and your friends. I thought I was helping Rafe but he lied to me.”

“What are you talking about?” My heart skips a beat, panic settling in my gut.

“I’m the one who got him the information about the train. I helped him plan to rob the train even though it was his stuff. His dad was just trying to cut him out and sell the cross.”

Anger fills every fiber of my body at her words. It was her.

“The cross wasn’t his or Ward’s.” I try to say as calmly as I can.

“I didn’t know. He lied to me. It wasn’t until everything went down with Pope that I figured it out. It’s always been about the gold and proving himself to his dad.”

“Yea, well, that’s what Rafe Cameron does. He lies and he manipulates people.” I pop off before I can stop myself and her eyes find mine again, narrowed and ablaze.

“He’s never lied to me before. I didn’t know.”

“And now that you do?”

She lets out a long, shaky breath, afraid to tell me what I already know. She still loves him despite everything. The same way I still love her regardless of that fact that she had a hand in Pope losing his family legacy.

“I’m.. still trying to figure it out.”

“Are you going to ‘figure it out’ in his bed or mine?” I murmur, taking her hand and threading my fingers through hers. She squeezes my hand, the hurt and guilt written all over her face. I smile softly, pulling her closer and tipping her chin up.

After everything, I still wanted her. I still loved her. I didn’t want to be angry anymore.

“It’s always been you.” She whispers, her pupils blown and her breathing uneven as she presses against me.

I lean down to press my lips to hers and she lets me, her lips soft against mine as I quickly deepen the kiss. My cock swells in my shorts as she molds her front against mine, her hand coming up to grab my hair. She kisses me back just as hungrily, pushing me down on the couch before pulling away. I tear my shirt over my head before reaching for hers, nothing else mattered but feeling her naked against me but she pulls away.

She reaches behind her, a dark look in her eye before she quickly withdraws a gun and points it at my chest. My eyes widen, as my hands shoot up in defense.

“What the fuck?” I gasp, her expression hard as she tries to keep her eyes trained on my face.

“I’m sorry, J. I really am.” She says, her voice even as she keeps the gun pressed at my chest. I could tell by the way she was holding it that she knew what she was doing. Someone had taught her how to use it and she’d clicked the safety off.

“Don’t do this.” I beg, my hands balling in fists as I resist the urge to knock the gun away and keep her here anyway.

“Take me to the gold. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

[excessive-vampires]

Dealing With Demons Chapter 15: Raising the Stakes Part 2: Cee

Masterlist with CW

Taglist: @demyxdancer @softvampirewhump @d-cs

A little ways away from me, Riley called a bunch of different very official people and told them that we needed all the help we could get. 

Chewing my bottom lip, I wondered if Cliff had been trying to kill me. He knew that Riley’s team had been the ones to drag me out of his weird evil ritual basement, so my being at the Bureau base was a safe assumption. Hell, I had been there just a few minutes before the explosion. Cliff had said that my existence would make whatever he was trying to do easier, but that didn’t mean that he couldn't perform the ritual with me dead. Maybe he had decided the risk outweighed the reward. 

I wasn’t scared of dying, not since meeting Avi, though I definitely wanted to stay alive for as long as possible. But I was afraid of Avi being destroyed somehow. If I died then we lost my body and the life we had worked so hard to build which would be a real fucking bummer, but if they died, though, I would lose them. I couldn’t lose them. I couldn’t do this on my own, it was why I had summoned them in the first place. 

I felt panic starting to rise in me and made myself take deep breaths. The last thing I needed was to spiral into an anxiety attack. Especially while I was alone. 

Avi wasn’t going to die. That’s what I told myself over and over again. Riley and a team of government agents, and me if I could help it, were going to storm into Cliff’s house and save them and Dezi and Clara and Maximilian and Andrew Bell and Ceasar and everyone else. Everything was going to turn out fine. It had to. I sold my soul and my body for a chance at happiness and like hell was I going to let one power-hungry man take it away from me. 

Riley walked over to where I was standing. 

“A joint task force will be ready in twenty-four hours.”

“A day? We don’t have a day!” 

“You don’t know that.”

“Oh right, because Cliff would definitely give the organization trying to stop him time to recover before enacting his evil plan.” 

“Well, it’s not like I can do anything to make them get their shit together faster.” 

“Then we’ll have to do this ourselves.” 

“How the hell are we supposed to do anything to stop Mason? Neither of us can even cast spells!” 

“What about your amulet? You can use artifacts!”

“This amulet was enchanted for me by my grandmother, even if we could get to the Bureau’s vault somehow any other artifact would be useless in my hands!” 

“Whatever! You’ve been studying magic your entire life, and my body has been used as a conduit for magic for five years, we can figure something out!” 

“No! This is crazy!” They started to turn to walk away. 

“Riley! For once in your life, step off the sidelines!” I threw my hands up in the air in anger and for emphasis. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Riley turned back to face me. 

“You’re passive! You just let things happen to you without taking an active role in your life!”

“I’m passive? You sold your agency to a demon because you were too lazy to fix whatever was wrong with your life the right way!” 

Anger flared up within me like the start of an inferno. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Oh really, when’s the last time you actually tried to repair any of the relationships in your life instead of running away?”

“When’s the last time you talked to your parents?” 

Riley took a step back. “That’s not fair.”

I took a step forward. “Isn’t it?” 

“You’re telling me there was no one in your old life who truly cared for and understood you?” 

Bev’s face filled my mind, I felt nauseous and turned away from Riley. “This is pointless.”

“No, get back here.” They grabbed me by the shoulder and turned me around. “So there was someone important to you that you just left? Did you even say goodbye? At least I’ve never been that cold.”

I punched them in the gut, and when they bent down in pain I punched them again in the face. 

I felt the small bones in my hand crunch as sharp pain lanced up through my arm. I didn’t scream though, I made no sound other than a harsh hiss. As far as I could remember I’d only ever screamed in pain once, as a teenager, after tripping and landing on my elbow when I fell. And that was met with a scolding about how the neighbors would call the police if I didn’t quiet down. Since then all the screams inside me always got stuck behind the fear of being innapropriate. It hurt just as much as the broken bones to know I still had that fear. 

“Shit, what is your problem?” Riley straightened up, rubbing their face. 

“Don’t you dare think you know what I’ve been through!” The tightness in my throat almost strangled my voice.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” They seemed surprised to see me close to tears. Then they saw me clutching my hand. “Great, now I have to take you to the hospital.” 

“No.” I had an idea. 

“No?” 

“I think… I think I can heal it.”

“Cee, healing magic is the most complicated magic there is, you could seriously fuck up your hand by trying this. Besides, how would you even draw the rune?” 

“I don’t need a rune.”

“Fantastic, you’re delusional.” 

“Listen! I remember how it felt when Avi would heal me. I remember the feeling of tapping into the mana of a soul and bending it into the shape it needed to be with just a thought instead of a rune. I just need to do that with my soul, and then I can heal my hand.” 

“So you’re raising the stakes from fucking up your hand to killing yourself.” 

“I can do this! I know it. Just shut up so I can concentrate.” 

“Cee—”

“Shut up, Riley!” 

I shut my eyes and focussed until I could feel the mana radiating from my soul. I remembered the way it felt for my skin and bones to knit themselves back together in seconds and I remembered the pathway the mana took through my body to make that happen. Then I took my soul into my metaphysical hands just like I remembered Avi doing with the souls of others and molded it to fit my needs. 

The bones in my hand snapped back into place and the pain faded. I opened my eyes and immediately the world started spinning. Suddenly I was on the ground and Riley was kneeling in front of me. 

“Cee?! Cee, are you okay?” 

I held up my healed hand and wiggled my fingers. “I did it!” 

“Holy fuck.” Riley helped me up.

“It just took a lot out of me. But this proves my point! We don’t have to wait for everyone else to come save us! We can stop Cliff ourselves!” My success had just strengthened my determination to save Avi. 

“No. It’s still a suicide mission. And one that we’ll fail.” 

“But we have to at least try!” I begged. 

“Why? What good will trying do if we know we can’t win?” They sounded as if they’d already been defeated. 

“We won’t know we can’t win unless we try! Would you rather spend the rest of your life regretting not doing something just because you’re afraid of the outcome?” Maybe that was hypocritical, but I didn’t care.

“Okay, you can do magic, but what about me? I’d just be a burden in a fight.” 

“You’ve been around magic your whole life, you know the theory and the runes and the process. You should be an incredibly powerful caster, we just have to figure out what’s holding you back.” 

“There’s nothing holding me back, I just can’t do it!” They tried to walk away again but I stepped in front of them and got in their face as much as I could considering the height difference between us. 

“Everyone can do magic! I never even knew magic existed before I found a spellbook and I still managed to summon a demon!” 

“Well, I’m not you.” Riley frowned and looked away. 

I huffed. “Alright. You’ve tried spells before, right? What went wrong?” 

Riley looked like they were going to try to change the subject, so I gave them my best glare. They relented. “I draw the rune, I picture what I want to happen, I try to bring forth my mana, and I can feel it. I just can’t do anything with it.” 

“Why not?” 

“I don’t know!” 

“Yes you do!”

“No I don’t!”

“Think!” I grabbed Riley’s shoulders. “What’s stopping you from taking that last step?!” 

“I’m scared, okay!” They pulled away. “It’s scary to take what you are and try to shape it into what you need it to be! What if something goes wrong? What if I get hurt? What if… what if I’m not enough?” 

“Riley…” How should I word my response? “Do you really want to spend your entire life hiding because of a problem that might not even exist? You are enough. Whether you can do magic or not. But that won’t matter if you don’t even try to do your job! Help me save everyone!” 

“You’re being selfish, you know. I’m just a researcher, it’s not my job to risk my life and no one I love is in danger.” 

“What if Sil dies? How will you feel then if you didn’t do everything possible to stop the man that killed her?”

For a second I thought Riley was going to return the punch I’d given them, but then they deflated. I decided to keep pushing.

“Riley, you’re a good person, I know you are. You know Cliff is hurting people and you want to help stop him whether he hurts your loved ones or not. So help me. Please.”

Riley looked down and for a minute I thought I’d fucked up and said the wrong thing. I thought I’d have to try to rescue Avi alone. Then they looked back up, their face a mask of grim determination. 

“Okay, I’ll try. And if I can manage to cast a spell, I’ll fight him with you.” 

“Yes! Thank you!” I almost laughed in relief. “Okay, do you have something to draw with?”

They pulled a washable marker out of their pocket. “I keep an extra, for Sil.” 

“Good. Now, what’s the easiest spell you know the rune for?” 

“I think…” They uncapped the marker and drew on their palm. “There. Light.” 

“Okay, now cast it.” 

Riley held out their arm, clenched their jaw, and stared intently at their hand. 

“Riley, if you’re trying to copy Sil this won’t work, you have to cast it like you.” 

“What does that even mean?” 

“Whatever you think it means.” 

Riley sighed. They held their hand in front of them, palm up, and closed their eyes.

“You can do this, Riley. You just have to trust yourself.”

They took a deep breath, and another, and another. They held their breath for a moment, and as they exhaled their palm began to glow. 

“Riley, it’s working!” 

They opened their eyes and started laughing. “Oh my god! I just did magic! An actual spell!” The light went out as their concentration broke. 

I was overjoyed that I’d have help, but I needed to focus on the mission for now. 

“Alright, no time to celebrate just yet, wipe that off your palm and let’s get you runed up with spells that will actually be useful.” 

[woolmasterleel]

okok I think it would be so funny for the ask game I’m asking these about Kisaki:

1, 8, 9, 43

And for you :)

A, B, C

Hope this isn’t too much but I love to see a queen go off about her silly characters ❤️

WAHHH THANK YOU KING I AM HONOURED

1. What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

Surprisingly a long time... But only because he is theorizing about whatever is in front of him. Or if he's resting with Tagashei, he'll stay put then (❁´◡`❁)

8. What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child?

He was told to express himself more, he wasn't very expressive and was really shy, often keeping to himself and not really talking to anyone. When he was older, people told him to stop "being so sad all the time". Huge reason why Kisaki is so supportive now, he didn't really have that as a child.

9. Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

Oh all the time, absolutely. If you stand outside his lab he says all sorts of things to failing reactions... Kisaki suppressed a lot of his memories from his younger years, so he doesn't remember. His first was probably fuck, going bold right off the bat.

43. If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?

He'd take out a picture of Tagashei and just tell people to use their brains, if it's post Mirror. If it's before he's gone, then he probably won't answer at all... he doesn't like talking about himself like. At all. If it's his work though? Sit down you'll be there forever (✿◕‿◕✿)

A) Why are you excited about this character?

I LOVE HIM I LOVE SOCKEE SO MUCH, he is honestly everything I aspire to be.. I don't know what it is about him, he is just so much fun, he's always so energetic and I guess it rubs off!

B) What inspired you to create them?

OH sit down this is a lot.

It was years ago, I was in ninth grade, a few months after I made Tagashei.. I had an idea for a blue-haired scientist, so I drew them. If I had the guts I would show the very first Kisaki picture but it is so old and I hate it so. Anyway, they looked very docile, and initially, they were going to be a "good guy" (I mean Kisaki is but?????), Tagashei was actually a villain back then, but then I decided to make Kisaki a villain for Tagashei.. I could go off about their old story (which I think was kind of all over the place) but I won't unless someone wants to hear it.

Overtime, I began rewriting their story SO many times before finally Kisaki became what he is now! I was always so proud of him, but I am extremely happy with how he is now ╰(*°▽°*)╯

C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story?

YES oh my god. I always knew Kisaki was the scientist, but I was never sure what side he was working for?? Initially his story was going to end with him creating a disease which infected him, Tagashei tries to see him out of desperation and becomes infected to. Then Alice gets it and. None of them make it. But I hated that, not because it was sad, but because the way I wrote it was just not it. When I say making Galvarium fixed everything, I mean it. Now Kisaki had a reason to shut himself away, a reason to be so emotionally distant, to be laughing all the time, to be immune to the Rapid Corpus disease. When all the pieces fell into place I was so happy!

[thepowerisyouth]

The World Doesn't Need More of This. Doing It Anyway-- Sorry

I do not believe that the internet needs any more useless additions to itself in the form of political and financial commentators. However– my friends and family probably would appreciate it if I sent less rambling paragraphs & charts when I struggle to sleep at 2am. Instead, I simply plan to try and get into blogging. Whoopie.

My name is Bennet. I have never considered myself much of a writer, but I love to think about things, and I’ve been told that I can take complicated ideas and break them down into simple ones. Sometimes.

Since this post is a first of mine– I will skip any sort of long discussion on dumb topics*. Instead, I will stick to some boring exposition about what to sort-of expect out of my writings. Found below the note about my 'dumb topics'.

*expected dumb topics may or may not include: philosophy as it applies to current events; political science, including bias/perceptions formed by news and other media; nature & nature photography; statistics & other forecasting; ‘value analysis’ of ‘cash-flow producing assets’ (bleh); and lastly, but most definitely– anything and everything I can get my hands on, of which I can apply my own views of morality, ethics, and progressive humanist ideals. 

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I typically don’t like to go back and review my work, erasing in the process whatever I perceive as mistakes. Of course, this is not always the case– but just talking generally. My preference would be to put my thoughts out there, and allow criticism based on that, then I can accept errors and adjust, based on more than just my own perception of, ‘am I wrong?’

I guess you can say I like to go with my gut. Math & logic has always been my most well-spoken language (English a not-so-close second). For whatever reason, I seem to intuitively come up with answers to whatever I’m looking for; this simple trait which isn’t at all unique to me is what requires a conscious, constant search to figure out if I’m actually correct. 

The worst thing of all? I can never. Ever. Tell if I’m correct. Isn’t that true of all of us?

To finish off this rambling exposition about fact-checking and typo-fixing, I will just say that I am of course reading over what I write once (maybe twice). Because I write like a 2nd grader sometimes, and nobody would respect me if I didn’t spruce up the simple language or fix glaring errors in the language that is considered socially unacceptable in ‘educated’ writing. Whatever the hell that’s supposed to mean.

However, for most of the ideas I’m putting forward, I will probably be sticking to a bunch of intuition, estimation, and absolutely some maths to back it up.

Will I be wrong?

Yes. I think 99% of all things ever thought, written, or spoken are probably ‘wrong’ by one definition. But right by another. Isn’t that a thinker? 

No, not really. I think it was just a dumb intuition.

[hiddenwashington]

NEVERAFTER ( starters from episodes 1-5 )

trigger warnings: spider mentions, death mentions

"you think i can't sew a dress for a ball?"

“it takes a great deal of strength to hold onto whatever little we might have.”

“it would be wild to have a fan but yeah i can do an autograph or something.”

“is he turned on? is this a sexual thing?”

“i bravely fled when things got dodgy.”

“my guy, i barely know you.”

“our whole thing is over!”

“please tell me how you’re a monster, too, so that i don’t feel so alone”

“i can’t trust the authority figure!”

“you seem like right on the edge, you know?”

“we could need to scrap hard.”

“this is my first good day in a while.”

“when i am handsome again no one is going to be laughing.”

“it’ll drive you mad if you think about it.”

“maybe you’re brave and we need to work on your self worth”

“we can stray! we just have to stray together!”

“do i feel like i can finger the doorknob?”

“in your mind you’re like ‘uh-oh what if i’m a liability?’ and then you’re looking for proof and it’s exhausting to keep batting that out of your hands every second.”

“an evil stepmom would scoop you right up.”

“if anyone wants to spelunk this well i could definitely get into that.”

“you can all get ready to pop the fuck off at the same time, if you want”

“wow, we’re in hell”

“even curses are gifts in their own right.”

“you’re saying it in that tone that’s like ‘you idiot’, which is scaring me a little bit, but i think i’m going to do it.”

“a bunch of cowards, and the bravest little girl in the world”

“that’s the guts, baby!”

“this is not the time for process! we’ll process afterwards!”

“tell my wife i did cool stuff, so that she loves me again”

“be brave.”

“with your fine boots, don’t you want to be a man!?”

“who disturbed my mushroom!”

“ooo, i got your back girlie”

“i think this was the only way the story was going to end anyways…”

“i need a spicy margarita!”

“how many times can you do this? there’s got to be a limit, right?”

“turn around and face me.”

“who am i to disrespect an authority figure?”

“hey, don’t be, okay? fix it.”

“i don’t have to worry about it? i’m really worried about this!”

"you gonna kill me again? ‘cause if you’re going to kill me again, i’ll leave right now. ya know, i don’t like to die.”

“you bugs, you better skedaddle.”

“what the fuck do i need to do?!”

“with that attitude it might just stay different”

“and all it costs was my father’s blood! yay...?”

“oh, okay! i think i get it. what do you mean?”

“it seems fun, and it seems correct to just fuck it all up”

“well, yeah! cause laying downs the best”

“you guys think i don’t know how to trick people? what’s over there?”

“i’m not a hero! i’m a piece of shit!”

“not all shit’s the same, buddy!”

“many of the places that are meant to keep us safe are cages”

“we know that we can die, and that after dying, those memories can be remembered by other versions of ourselves.”

“is true love even real?”

“because you were lied to, does not mean everything is a lie.”

“do not take the crimes of those who have manipulated us, and put them at the feet of the world.”

“oh, fffff- freak, really?”

“i’m sorry i said freak at you.”

“i wouldn’t have even known to be offended by that.”

“i think the true cruelty would be for me to spare some and not others.”

“we’re pulling a grandma heist, okay? give me your hand and we’re just going to run.”

“really? you’re just going to parrot back at me what my mom said?”

“there is no way to have the joy of the oatmeal cookie, without walking through the woods full of wolves.”

“but when you’re gone, i don’t really know what i’m supposed to be fighting for.”

“the real friends, the ones that make miracles happen, the ones greater than any treasure you could find on any adventure, they see the wolf in you and love it too.”

“you’re my princess... but we are still broke, so.”

“the goose ices you.”

“one man’s dead is another man’s alive.”

“oh that man is bleeding he probably needs my help and or seduction.”

“someone as flirty as you doesn’t have pet names?”

“saying that your handsome isn’t flirting okay? that’s just stating facts.”

“i have to kiss my husband really quick and then we can go on a long adventure.”

“moms are complicated, okay?”

“i’m not trying to be reductive about moms.”

“how much to eat off of you?”

“pretty much ginger ale with a lethal amount of garnishes”

“i say ‘garnish me daddy’“

“loves not real.”

“spiders love spheres.”

‘if you wanna go fast go alone but if you wanna go far go together.”

“if you wanna succeed, go alone. if you wanna fail together and as a team, go together.”

“have an apple i’m not going home.”

“this is all temporary, we’re gonna get there.”

“do you want one of these rotten apples? it’s kinda like a water balloon.”

“we’re team ‘fuck around and find out’”

“i need help, certainly. and just know i will yell if i get caught. just know it’s everyone’s problem.”

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary157

2/18-19/2024

sunday - monday

ate popcorn and feel kind of sick.

otherwise though, feeling good. working on the 2nd of the 2 problem songs rn, it's def getting there.

and now i think it's there. the other also feels 'there' even if it's just roughly.

i also just finished the gut thing i started last night, very cool.

the next one is gonna be kind of a doozy, i think, as well, so tomorrow i'll probably spend a long time on that, and then the next day, i have a monster, maybe i can drink that and do a bunch of something. i kind of hope i can put that energy to writing though.

also it is late and i kept saying i had to work in the morning tomorrow but that changed, it's now 6 pm to 9pm, which is better for me in every way, basically. it'll give me more time to do music before work and also keep the workout routine up w/o having to insert a weird rest day into it.

the 2nd trouble song, i feel like i want the guitars to have a little more high end, i'll try that now but i just wonder if that's part of what the saturating is doing..

it's an easy test/fix so it's nbd.

and yayy it sounds good.

and hopefully soon i can get my card situation squared away so i can order clothes from japan and then take a bunch of annoying + vain selfies in clothes that make me feel cute and not ugly or something.

speaking of clothes, i have this rlly tiny cardigan i love because it goes w/ everything as a nice layer when i can't figure anything else out, it's like a perfect piece of clothing, idk where it is, making me very very upset kind of. hopefully that turns up soon.

i think my hair will stop wigging me after like, one more day probably. i don't know why my bangs can give me such dysphoria lol it's dumb. i'm just so used to them being like, i guess the thing that makes me feel like i 'pass' i guess. idk. i don't know if that's true or not. i don't think so. it's not like they're gone, i've done this before, even, in the lifespan of the blog, and like, worse, even, for instance look at me when i gave myself this hair:

those are like, psychotic bangs, i'm not there rn, looking thru my selfies there's another pic of me w/ bangs that are kind of like where i'm at rn:

it's funny, in that one i took the selfie while my phone was super messed up so it died whenever it wasn't plugged in, and i was so like, dysphoric or whatever, idk what to call this even, saying it's 'dysphoria' seems not entirely accurate or whatever, but when i felt hideous and needed to capture like, myself not being ugly, i had to plug my phone in, in the bathroom, to do that. that's so embarrassing huh.

anyway, this whole stupid issue is making me look up how to blowdry bangs, which is something i do already, everyday, and know how to do basically, but i guess i'm just trying to get better so i don't make myself go coo coo every time i want to 'fix' my hair.

anyway look at me in akasaka, this was a fun time:

i remember, they had a bunch of harry potter stuff up here, cuz it's so big in japan, and we'd see people come up and look and get really excited, take pictures with it, it was very sweet, honestly, i'm glad that's a primary thing my mind goes to, thinking of harry potter, over anything else, it just pays to not be very invested in it.

i did another gut drawing thing, but it's sort of a practice run for another idea i guess, cuz i don't like the novel part of it, i wanna draw intestines getting cut, and the sinew holding / almost snapping, and stuff. that bit is harder to get right w/ pixels but i think tomorrow i could.

also, since i got paid, i have started looking at some other stupid things, like a digicam. thinking about getting a sony cybershot 8.1 megapixels (i think) (or 7.2), there's one for 30 bux on ebay rn (same w/ the 7.2 mp variant), seems cute and fun. might give me some cool options w/ photography stuff.

n - e wayzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, i need to sleep, it is 3:43 am and i do want to fix my sleep schedule at some point, it'd be good for me.

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!