#as it is i first thought the series took place more in victorian times but very quickly i was like nope. this is at least the 1960s

[smile-files]

with each passing day i understand less about when the layton series is meant to take place. technically vr was first invented in 1968... but these goggles? this game cartridge??

[joanquill]

Truck-kun Did It

Now coming to terms that you were no longer in the world you knew, you now have to face your saviors, the Lord of Crime. Continuation of "How I Got Sent to Another World"

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I had writer's block, so I can't guarantee this is good 🙃 It's also my first time doing a taglist so I hope this is correct, I also only added the ones who explicitly said they wanted to be added just in case 😅 Tag/s: Fem!Modern!Asian!Reader Warning/s: Profanity

"Ugh..." you groaned as you turned to your side, moving your hands to feel silk sheets covering you.

Bewildered, you shot up and found yourself in a luxurious room lying in bed, creating more questions.

You removed the sheets, seeing your hands and ankles covered in bandages.

You were still in your clothes last night, but your body didn't feel as sticky or dirty as before.

"What is going on...?" you muttered, trying to recall what happened last night.

"Right... The newspaper, and those three men... But wh-" the sound of knocking snapped you out of your thoughts, making you turn to the door.

Before you could react, a blond man with glasses opened the door, pushing a trolley with a cloche.

"Ah, you're awake, Good." he greeted as he saw you sitting in bed, pushing the trolley to your side.

"Miss (Y/N), I believe?"

"Oh-Yes! I'm (Y/N) (L/N)... And you are...?"

"Louis James Moriarty,"

"Lou-" you stopped yourself as you recalled the character of the same name, bearing a striking resemblance to the man before you.

'There's no way... right...?'

"I hope this meal fits your palette," he opened the cloche and revealed a plate of omelet rice, bacon, and beans.

You gulped at the sight, feeling your stomach grumble as you gripped your hands.

"Here, you likely haven't-" you snatched the spoon and fork from Louis' hands and ate heartily. Each bite tasted better than the last.

"So good..." you muttered, ecstatic to finally have something to eat and finish the meal instantly.

"Ah-! Thank you so much for the meal! I haven't eaten anything since lunch..." you awkwardly laughed, making Louis widen his eyes.

"...I'm glad you enjoyed your breakfast," he replied, surprising you.

"Breakfast?" you repeated, looking outside the window to see the sun shining brightly.

"Ah, right..." you mumbled, feeling the same dread and unease as last night as you looked down on your clothes.

"Ah, an associate of ours cleaned you up last night. I believe she put it inside your nightstand," Louis reassured as you nodded, looking at the bandages.

"She also treated your hands, knees, and feet. If you are feeling better, please stop by at the parlor downstairs,"

"O-Okay, thank you again, Mister Louis..." you blurted, earning a nod as he pushed the trolley out and closed the door behind him.

You took a deep breath and sighed--almost a whine-- as you leaned back on the bed.

"So all of this is real..." you muttered, looking around the room again, now noticing the familiarities in the series.

"There's no way... right? Then again, there's no way I could have gone back to freaking Victorian Era England-- And yet, here we are!" you grumbled as you raised your hands in defeat, pacing in the room.

"That reminds me..." you patted your clothes, feeling nothing but your body.

"Right... No pockets. It's all in my bag... Which I probably lost back when I-" you stopped as your blood turned cold, "...When I got hit by that truck..." you sighed, dropping down to your knees.

You took another deep breath as you stood up, going over to the nightstand and seeing the cloak washed and your shoes on the side of the bed.

"If this world really is from Moriarty the Patriot..." you grumbled as you put on your shoes and grabbed the cloak, "Then that means this place is..."

"Miss (L/N), good morning," William greeted you with a courteous smile from his seat.

Albert sitting on the chair beside him, Sebastian, Bonde, and Fred were on the couch, while Louis, Jack, and Moneypenny stood in the room.

'Oh God... They really are...' you gulped as you put on a smile, nervously walking up to the room.

"Good morning...! Um... thank you again for your help," you greeted back, making William smile as the others kept their wary eyes on you.

'Please don't kill me... I'm broke- I mean, not rich...' you prayed in your head as you stayed in your spot, holding your hands tightly.

"Well then, shall we get going?" he asked as he stood up, grabbing his cane as you blinked at him.

"...Excuse me?"

"Your home, miss," he clarified, making you hum in understanding.

"Right...! Of course...." you nodded, following him out of the manor.

'...What the fuck do I do now?'

You kept quiet as you restlessly looked out of the window of the carriage while William sat across from you, observing your every move.

"We should be far enough by now," he spoke up as he looked outside, catching you by surprise as he gave you a calculating smile.

"Now then, would you mind clearing some confusion of mine?"

"...Okay," 'I'm pretty sure I'm dead if I don't, anyway,'

"Judging by your appearance and conduct, I assume you're well-off enough to not be living in the streets, such as how we found you last night,"

You took a breath you didn't know you were holding and exhaled.

"Right..."

"You seem to be in the working class. However, I do not recall any occupation a woman can have that will lead to bloodshot eyes, fatigue, numbness and pain in the wrist, and poor posture-- which explains the neck and back pain," he continued, making you touch the back of your neck.

"It's as if your work asks you to sit down for a prolonged period of time... Perhaps with a typewriter?" you held on your wrist, and sure enough, the pain from working in front of the computer is still there.

"...I'm an office worker-err uhm...! A clerk, I guess...? As you say here? Sorry, English isn't my mother tongue," you nervously chuckled, but William kept his serious gaze.

"Now, for your clothes..." he continued, making you feel conscious as you covered yourself.

"Ah, I apologize. It was not my intention to make you feel uncomfortable,"

"N-No, it's fine... They're my work clothes," you explained, knowing lying or trying to trick him would be a mistake.

"I see... And where do you work?" he asked, making you gulp.

"...It's not exactly easy to explain..."

"Take your time. This carriage is only circling the block, after all," he reassured with a smile, shocking you as you looked outside, seeing it was Fred in disguise driving the carriage.

"...Of course..."

"Now then," William smiled as he pulled out a traveling tea set, setting it up as he poured you a cup.

"Shall we continue our discussion?"

Extra:

The reader after realizing most of the food/convenient items they know are either inaccessible or haven't been invented yet AND learning the hygiene practices of the Victorian Era:

Taglist: @stayblinkarmyatinymoafearnot, @tinkerleaf, @muqingswife, @jungpuss, @rekisgay, @ih3artpjo, @sparklysoullover

[flowerandblood]

Sweet kiss, sweet blood (10)

[ dark vampire! • Aemond x female ]

[ warnings: drinking blood, violence ]

[description: A centuries-old vampire lives in Victorian England, bored and discouraged. His old friend sends him a letter, inviting him to his new country house. Aemond arrives there to rest. Next to the property, there is a small chapel, visited by the faithful. It turns out that at night, a young lady prays in it. Slow burn, sexual tension, profanation, murder, blood drinking.]

I owe the idea for this wonderful series to: @qyburnsghost

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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Aemond sent a messenger with a letter for Ser Criston. He needed him. He needed him like never before in several hundred years of his life. He knew that he couldn't handle what his future wife was going through alone. He couldn't leave her for a moment, and he had to replenish his blood supply, which was slowly running out.

Miss Whaterfield alternately howled in pain, slept a stony sleep, and then awoke, her eyes wide open and terrified. She couldn't get used to the fact that she could smell someone, someone's blood even before she saw him in front of her.

She lunged at him, uncontrollable, her body acting automatically. Her fangs dug savagely into his neck, causing a hiss to escape his mouth.

He hugged her each time, feeling the tears streaming down her face, her silent sobs of horror as she drank his blood like a madwoman. He stroked her hair reassuringly, pressing his lips together in pain, thinking only of not letting her escape, not letting her kill anyone. He knew that she wouldn't forgive him. He kept her locked up in his bedroom, letting her drink his blood.

"Shhh. It's okay. Drink." He whispered, burying his nose in her face, now slightly cool, bright, shiny, as if it were made of porcelain. He thought that she was even more beautiful, even more delicate than before.

When she quenched her thirst, she let him go, panting heavily, trembling all over with terror. She was unable to utter a word, it seemed to her that everything was spinning around her, she was half aware of what was happening around her. She would fall asleep in his arms, exhausted, and everything would repeat itself over and over again.

Criston arrived on horseback after two days, riding as fast as he could in the full sun. Aemond appreciated his dedication.

He felt relieved when he saw his friend at his door. Criston stared at him accusingly, incredulously. Aemond knew what he was thinking.

“Alys found her while I was away. By the time I got back she was practically dead." He said, his voice trembling slightly. He thought it sounded pathetic and weak. Criston looked at him coldly.

"You should have let her die. You would show her more mercy." He said as he walked past him, stunned, embarrassed, up the stairs.

Aemond followed him into the bedroom. Criston looked at Miss Whaterfield sleeping on the bed, pale as they were, her nightgown covered in blood. He sighed softly, running his hand over his face, clearly not believing what was happening.

"Cancel her parents' visit. She'll kill them." He said, stepping closer to her, placing his hands on his hips, pacing the room restlessly. “It will be a month before she calms down. Maybe two.”

Aemond pursed his lips at his words, looking at her.

"They will be here in three days. It's too late."

Criston opened his mouth wide and laughed desperately, shaking his head, burying his face in his hands.

"How do you imagine it? And how will you explain my presence to them?" He asked, shrugging.

Aemond walked over to the bed and sat down next to her and took her soft hand in his. He noticed that despite the transformation her skin was still slightly warmer than his. As if her body wouldn't give back the remnants of humanity she had inside her.

"I don't know. She doesn't act like I did when Alys turned me. She is calmer. After she drinks blood she just falls asleep. Maybe if she had been under our control all the time she would have held out." He said helplessly, staring at her blankly.

Criston sat down on the floor by the window, thinking hard, leaning the back of his head against the wall.

"You're risking a lot." He murmured. He wanted to say more, but they both flinched when they heard her soft sound, as if she was dreaming. They both turned their gaze on her.

Her eyes opened lazily, as if she had just woken up from a very long, tiring sleep. She looked around, rising slightly. She felt her head spinning, but regained consciousness.

She looked down at her chemise, which was covered in blood, and began to breathe faster, panicking. In her mind she was seeing this woman, feeling her brutal bites and this terrible, terrifying feeling of dying.

And then, this searing, crippling pain, as if her body was on fire.

This desire, this thirst.

She was shivering all over. Aemond moved closer to her and stroked her cheek, trying to calm her down.

"What happened? What's wrong with me?” She asked, looking around uncertainly, breathing raggedly.

It terrified her to feel everything so intensely. His scent, wonderful, beautiful, making her saliva dry in her throat. She could hear his heart beating, his blood flowing through his veins. She couldn't stop thinking about the sound, couldn't focus on the words he was saying.

"Easy. Breathe.” He said softly, horrified by her condition.

Her eyes immediately shifted to Criston. She thought, smelling his scent, that he probably would have tasted different.

Not as good as Aemond.

She felt herself lick her lips involuntarily at the thought, then flinched, tears welling up in her eyes, her body starting to shake again.

"I'm scared of myself, Aemond. God, what have you done to me?" She sobbed, burying her face in her hands.

She felt him wrap his arms around her quickly, pressing her against him. She heard his chest heave uneasily. She knew that even though he tried to hold back any sounds, he was sobbing along with her. They sat like that for a while, hugging each other.

She couldn't stop thinking about the taste of his blood. About how delicious it was. Filled with his feelings for her, hot, infinite, so wonderfully satisfying her thirst. Although she tried to stop herself, she placed a hand on his shoulder, her face traveling to his neck.

He didn't stop her as she bit into him, this time more gently than before. She began to drink his blood, and he stroked her hair, kissing her shoulder once in a while. Criston stared at it without saying a word.

She pulled away from him after a moment, trying to control herself. She wiped her face and started sobbing again. It was all she had the strength to do.

Cry.

After a moment, however, she froze and fell silent, her eyes widening. She looked at Aemond, horrified.

"Tell me you canceled it. That they won't come." She said in a trembling, cracking voice.

Aemond stared at her in pain, his lip quivering slightly, his body shaking. Only now did she see how many scars from her bites, barely healed, he had on his neck.

"It was too late. They have already sent their luggage to us." He whispered helplessly.

Miss Whaterfield sobbed loudly, broken, burying her face in her hands. Aemond wanted to hug her, but she pulled away from him and lay down, curled up in a ball, covering herself with the covers and crying like that, hiding from him and the rest of the world. Aemond looked at Criston helplessly, but his friend had no words of comfort for him.

Miss Whaterfield drank his blood every day, but said nothing to him. As soon as she quenched her thirst, she climbed back under the covers, turned her back to him, and sobbed. She didn't want him to hug her or touch her. His heart broke at the sight, and he felt remorse that was unbearable.

Even if she wanted to break off her engagement to him she couldn't go anywhere alone. She was afraid of accidentally killing someone. He thought that even if she didn't let him touch her for the next fifty years, he would be there for her.

Just her presence was enough for him.

Every night before he left the bedroom he wanted to tell her that he loved her, but the words wouldn't leave his lips. He knew that now she would think that he was saying that to soften her up.

The day of her parents' arrival came. He heard her get up in the morning and take a long bath. She combed her hair and put on a dress, a beautiful, blue one, that clung wonderfully to her slender waist. As she descended the stairs, her legs were shaking all over, her lips were trembling. She was pale, but at the same time it seemed to him that she was shining. She didn't even glance at him.

She sat down next to Criston at the large table, already prepared for hospitality. Servants Aemond had hired for a few days scurried about the house. All three of them must have been very careful about what they were doing. Miss Whaterfield's hands tightened on her gown. In the morning she drank the entire cup of blood that Aemond had prepared for her, and at night she drank his blood as well.

Despite the fact that she was theoretically full, the smell of bustling people strongly stimulated some of her animal senses which awakened in her after her transformation. She found herself thinking about getting up and following these people, watching them from a distance, stalking them like a wolf on a deer. She lowered her eyes, trying to divert her thoughts from what was going on in her head.

After a while, they heard the sound of a cab approaching and voices coming from outside. They all stood up, staring at each other in horror. Aemond looked knowingly at Criston. He was not to leave Miss Whaterfield an inch and pull her out of the drawing room if he noticed any dangerous symptoms.

A servant opened the door, and her mother entered first. Mrs. Whaterfield burst into tears at the sight of her and ran to her, hugging her tightly. Miss Whaterfield froze at the intense smell of her mother, sweet, overpowering, nauseating. She felt like she was about to throw up.

Her father didn't put his arms around her, however, he immediately turned his words to Aemond, enraged.

"What's this confusion supposed to mean? Do you know, my Lord, what humiliation it is, a daughter kidnapped from a convent? How do I know that she's still untouched?" He asked, pointing at her with his top hat, as if she were a dog in a show.

"Dad…" She whispered weakly and menacingly at the same time, feeling that she could tear out his artery if he didn't close his mouth.

She felt her heart begin to pound at the thought, Criston stood closer to her, watching her warily. Aemond swallowed hard, trying to focus on the answer and not look at her.

“I know what it looks like, Mr. Whaterfield. I swear I haven't touched your daughter, and I wish from the bottom of my heart to marry her. I would really like to marry her as soon as possible, if you agree, maybe even tomorrow.” He said softly, Miss Whaterfield gave him a horrified look. Her mother covered her mouth with her hands, shocked.

"But how is it? What will people in Mantfield think? After all, it is tradition for the bride to get married in the city of her birth!” She said, terrified at the thought that anything could go differently than according to her plan.

“I would like to avoid unnecessary gossip. It would be better if we showed up in Mantfield as a married couple." He said, glancing uncertainly at his fiancée as if waiting for any kind of objection from her.

She knew that despite her rage at him she needed him. No blood tasted as delicious as his. It was the only thing that satiated her, kept her from going out of her mind, from becoming a monster. Even though that she didn't want to look at him, she couldn't leave him.

She had to be his wife.

Her parents looked at each other uneasily, apparently really considering his words. Her father cleared his throat loudly as he put down his top hat, the maid helping him take off his coat as he spoke.

"Perhaps it would be better that way. There would then be no doubt about the nature of the relationship." He spoke low, impatient, his wife swallowing loudly.

They sat down at the table in a rather heavy atmosphere, the servants gave them soup and roast to eat. Lady Mantsfield helped herself to a little soup, but as soon as she put the spoon in her mouth she thought that she was going to throw up.

She felt like she was drinking plain, thick water, with no flavor whatsoever. She wanted to cry at the thought that she would never enjoy the wonderful taste of food again. She looked at her future husband reproachfully, saw that he was looking at her with pain.

She knew perfectly well that he was suffering, that he wasn't sure if he had made the right decision by turning her. She had screamed several times over the last few days that he should have let her die, and he had taken those words with silence and humility.

His attitude annoyed her even more, she wanted to hit him and bite him constantly. Nevertheless, she always ended up sobbing in his arms, intoxicated by his wonderful scent, drinking his blood.

She shuddered at the thought, her eye involuntarily going down to his throbbing artery. Aemond saw this and glanced quickly at Criston.

"We have a small gift of apology for you." Aemond said, rising slowly from his seat. “For all the inconveniences that you had to endure because of us. Miss Whaterfield?” He motioned for her to get up and follow him.

She stood up, shivering, walking slowly up the stairs with him. He didn't resist as they entered the room, and she pressed him against the door, quickly undoing the buttons on his shirt.

She bit into his neck like a sweet fruit, and he sighed softly as if he felt pain and pleasure at the same time. She drank his blood in loud, long gulps, and he stroked her hair. There was something calm and intimate about this brutal act.

"I love you." He whispered, and she froze, slowly sliding her fangs out of him, trembling.

"I love you and I will always love you, even if you don't forgive me for the next thousand years."

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Others: @talesofoldandnew

[detectivereads]

New/Old Detective Manga

Hi everyone,

I hope everyone is well.

Recently I have been wanting a new manga series while I wait for the new issues of Case Closed/ Detective Conan to come out. (I love that series so much)

So, I tried finding manga that is like Conan but with their own unique twist to it. Recently I have found several and I had come across a few in the past so I thought I would make a list of interesting detective/mystery manga. I would love to hear recommendations from anyone else.

Lizzie Newton by Hey-Jin Jeon- This was one of the first detective manga that I collected. I am sad that there were only 2 volumes released, because having a Victorian lady investigating murders is perfect. Lizzie Newton is a well to do lady in high society who loves three things: reading, writing and investigating murders.

Case Closed/ Detective Conan by Gosho Aoyama- What can I say 10/10. This is one of the best mystery series I have ever read. With a big mystery that you can follow through the course of the whole series and having other mysteries to go along with the big mysteries, each case is well crafted and unique. The cast of characters to go along with the story each one has a quirky thing about them, but they work well together. This is a mystery manga series that I would recommend to any newbie mystery manga reader.

The Invisible Man and His Soon-to-Be Wife by Iwatobineko- Ok this series is so cute, but it’s not super hard core in the mystery aspect like Case Closed or Ustoki Rhetoric, but the main characters are part of a detective agency, and they do go on cases. I have reviews posted in the manga section of my master list, so I won’t talk too much about it here. I really recommend this series.

Now these are the ones I found recently:

Usotoki Rhetoric by Ritsu Miyako- I don’t know why but lately I keep coming across historical type detectives lately, but I digress.  This story centers around a girl named Kanoko, who has a unique ability to hear lies, which unfortunately made her childhood very lonely growing up. So, she sets off on her own to find a place where no one knows her, and she can make a life for herself. Kanoko then runs into a detective, who is broke, and they team up to solve cases. I wasn’t sure if I was going to like this series, but I started reading it and I am hooked on it. Each case that they tackled was interesting but so far, my favorite case was the Doll Murder case, this manga pulled plot that I am sure Agatha Christie would be interested in.

Garden Club Detective Squad by 52chu- This series is amazing, I found this by accident. I think I saw the trailer and I investigated it. I was hooked and I pray that this will get a physical release. We have our main character Yeon, her family is moving to the countryside. This girl embodies school life. She loves to study, and she is amazing at sports and arts. Yeon has a goal to make her academic resume for the high school she wants to go to prefect. One the things she wants to do is be a president of a club and all the other clubs turn her down (they are terrified on how good she is) but she finds the Garden Club to fit her needs. But the club holds secrets that have been long buried.

My Dear Detective by Natsumi Ito- I have only read a little of this, but I was immediately interested, main character is a female detective, and the time is back in 1930. So, the views here are that women took care of the house, but not Hoshino Mitsuko she is determined to work for a living, and she has her job as a detective locked down.

I want to save this one for more in-depth reading so I will leave this one here, but I can tell you, I am excited for this.

The Strange House by Uketsu- Horror Writer Detective, my interest has been piqued. Now I like watching jump scares and some scary movies as much as the next person. But I came across this manga series by chance. I was worried that this was going to be a horror manga that was going to be gory. But so far apart from some speculations in the manga, the story is great. (yes, there is some dark themes here)

Our main character is a horror mystery writer turn amateur detective, they are given a blueprint of the house from a client one day asking about the layout of the house and one particular room in the house which first time reading the manga, I was trying to figure out the purpose of the room as well.

Now, looking at the cover art for this manga I was thinking that this was going to be in the same league with the other great horror manga writer Jinji Ito, I love this man’s art style but boy howdy he draws some scary scenes. I thought going in this that this manga wouldn’t hold my attention, but I am now waiting on pins and needles for the new chapter I need to know what happens.

Now I know there are like a few more series out there, but these series here are what has caught my attention at the moment.

[wot-tidbits]

Curse Words Analysis Part 1: Blood and Bloody Ashes! by JaimTorfinn

The whole article can be read here.

The curse word “bloody” (by itself) is one of the most common curses in the series with 1,284 total occurrences. It’s used like its real life counterpart, and unlike its associated phrases, “bloody” is almost always followed by a word that it intensifies, such as “bloody fool”, or “bloody dice”. A recent comment by u/wjbc offers some additional insight on the word:

"Bloody" is a real world curse that Jordan uses because it's considered mild by modern standards. But in Victorian times it was considered very profane, short for "God's blood." It was also very lower class. George Bernard Shaw created a sensation when his character Eliza said "bloody" in the play Pygmalion (later turned into My Fair Lady).

Jordan started off slowly, and then went a bit wild in The Dragon Reborn, which is mostly due to the introduction of Mat POVs. In fact, all the numbers are very affected by how much screen time Mat gets in that book, with The Path of Daggers having the lowest occurrences due to Mat being absent.

When Sanderson took over, he was conservative at first, but then set new records with the final two books. As you can see from the authors’ average per 100k words chart, Sanderson used the curse almost twice as much as Jordan.

When it comes to total occurrences, Mat Cauthon is the bloody king! With 767 uses, he says or thinks “bloody” almost 7 times more than Uno, who is in second place with 115. It’s interesting to note that he thinks the word more than he says it, with 440 instances thought, and 327 spoken. Uno, on the other hand, speaks almost all of his (101 instances) since he only has one PoV section, in A Memory of Light.

With 110 occurrences, “Blood and Bloody Ashes” is the most common of the “bloody” phrase variations. It is often used as a standalone sentence, usually with an exclamation mark. Considered a fairly strong curse, it has been known to raise the eyebrows of the prim and proper.

With 101 occurrences, “Blood and Ashes” is the second most common of the “bloody” phrases. It’s very similar to “blood and bloody ashes”, but is perhaps a bit milder. It was also Jordan’s curse of choice when he first started.

With 68 occurrences, “Bloody Ashes” is the third most common “bloody” phrase, and functions pretty much the same as “blood and ashes”. “Bloody Ashes” is a Sanderson invention, with no occurrences in Jordan’s books.

Some fans assumed the use of “Bloody Ashes” in Sanderson’s books was a mistake, but when questioned about it, Sanderson claimed that it was on purpose.

SANDERSON: I've done this intentionally. It's a personal quirk of mine from my linguistic background. I feel that many constructions like this, over time, will simplify. As the world of the WoT has been modernizing, I feel that slowly "Bloody and bloody ashes" would shorten. I've used the longer version in the books, but have begun pushing the oaths toward their more clipped versions as part of a subtle linguistic shift to accompany the birth of things like gunpowder and steam power. Our world's own oaths have done this quite aggressively.

[liebgirl]

band of brothers episodes ranked to me a few days post-first viewing: (girl who will almost definitely for sure change her mind once she rewatches)

10. part eight the last patrol. just didn’t have the sauce to me in the moment but since i saw it and especially since reading more about webster i think this one has the real potential to move up like crazy once i get to rewatch the whole thing

9. part three carentan. i loved this episode when i watched it. like genuinely i say with it for days and days. and that was mainly due to not having time to get to the next one. so i’m not rating it low in a malicious way i think that this one is good i just genuinely think the rest are next level great… you get me!

8. part one currahee. an excellent introductory episode fr. goes insane. alas it has to be so close to the bottom because the other ones are JUST THAT GOOD!!

7. part ten points. insane conclusion… the dread that hangs over them in austria when they think they could still be deployed to the pacific because japan hasn’t surrendered yet and the fact that none of them have enough points to go home despite literally having been through every horrible thing you can imagine... dick wanting to transfer to just get it over with because he is SUCH an impatient cunt, and nix wanting to go with him because they always stay together… he can’t let him go alone… i actually have more shit to say about them in this episode but here is not the place check back later

6. part six bastogne. incredible fucking episode. maybe even the best. made me cry my eyes out like a baby like four different times when i watched it. wild. i love you eugene roe….

5. part four replacements. bull randleman!!! the whole episode i was like woah guy who should be dead but somehow is staying alive… possible i’ve been holding this episode up as better because it took me so long between 3 and 4 so i was just really really excited to watch 4 and that made it better. so what i loved it…

4. part nine why we fight. probably the actual best episode in the series. can’t call it a favorite though because to be real with you this one was devastating start to finish i don’t think i was happy even once during its runtime… and it was awesome of course but imagine me screaming in passionate anguish. yeah. this is probably how like. all those depressed romantic poets felt

3. part seven the breaking point. if you don’t fuck with the breaking point you are WRONG and you don’t fuck with ME. also die…. hell it was you first sergeant!!!!! my best friend forever carwood lipton…. you do not get it i loved that guy… i loved how in the next episode he had pneumonia and everyone was like here’s a blanket let me tuck you in why don’t you take a nap we love you so so so much get better <333 and he was like yeah yeah i’m trying to do my job guys i’m not a dainty victorian lady 🙄 and they were still all like ok well we love you BAD sorry for not wanting you to DIE. he’s like. everyone’s favorite <3 and i cannot fucking believe he’s donnie wahlberg. craziest twist i’ve ever experienced lowkey. i thought i was gonna hate this episode because i hate blue bloods soooo bad. and then that crazy son of a bitch did THAT…

2. part five crossroads. i love dick winters :) not even much more to say that hasn’t been said. i love that man…

1. part two day of days. idk girl this is the episode that had me like oh yeah. THIS is the show! so it’s always gonna be soooo beloved to me….

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Some thoughts on Sherlock vs. Elementary

I will be the first to admit, when I first saw Elementary on CBS, I wasn't impressed.  The BBC's Sherlock had captivated me from its very first scenes, and Elementary didn't compare...at least on my first viewing.  However, after the second season of Elementary was almost halfway done (and I was still waiting for the third series of Sherlock to begin), I decided to give the show another chance.  And I'm glad I did.  After I took the time to "live with" the characters of Holmes and Watson as they are portrayed on the American show, I found myself really enjoying it, albeit in a completely different way from how I enjoyed the British show.  So here are some of my thoughts on the differences and similarities between Sherlock and Elementary.

 The most obvious similarity between the two shows is, obviously, that on both shows Holmes and Watson (and some of Doyle's other characters) have been brought into the 21st century.  While this may seem to some Holmes fans to be a bold move, it is certainly not unprecedented.  The famous series of films starring Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce as Holmes and Watson also placed the characters in what was then a modern setting: the era of World War II.  Indeed, Holmes and Watson ended up pitted against Nazis and German spies, as well as the infamous Professor Moriarty.  So updating the setting from Victorian England is not as innovative as it may seem.

Sherlock does, I suppose, have a stronger link to the quintessentially English flavor of Doyle's work, as Holmes and Watson still work in London.  Elementary's New York setting is a bit more divorced from the source material, and having Sherlock be the only British character among a mostly American cast gives the stories a more American "flavor."  Meanwhile, the choice of Elementary's creators to transform Dr. John Watson into former Dr. Joan Watson lends a completely new dynamic to the duo. Perhaps that's why I initially preferred Sherlock to Elementary: the Holmes/Watson relationship in the British show is far more similar to Doyle's characters. 

Then there's the structure of the shows: each episode of Sherlock is like a feature film, while Elementary is structured more like an American CSI drama.  The episodes of Elementary are quite clearly structured with an eye towards commercial breaks happening at certain points in the story.  Sherlock has a more sustained dramatic flow.  Overall, the feel of Sherlock is more like a feature film, while the feel of Elementary is more like a typical American CSI show.  

Finally, there's the matter of how each show makes use of "canonical material."  Sherlock is loaded with references to Doyle's characters and plots; most of the episodes of the show thus far have paid some sort of tribute to stories from the Holmes canon.  Elementary gives the occasional nod to characters or situations from the canon (Captain Tommy Gregson, Charles Augustus Milverton, and Silver Blaze leap to mind), but for the most part, the plots are all original material, with Holmes and Watson as the protagonists.  Most interesting in this regard is probably how Elementary handles the characters of Moriarty and Irene Adler.  (SPOILER ALERT!)  Combining the two characters into one woman is a clever idea, and just as the dynamic between Holmes and Watson is changed by making Watson female, so is the dynamic between Holmes and his archenemy drastically altered.  Having Moriarty turn out to be Holmes's former lover whom he believed dead adds new layers to the relationship.  It will be interesting to see if the Moriarty plot is developed further.

Summing it all up, we have in Elementary and Sherlock two modernized Sherlock Holmes series, that approach the source material in very different ways. In my opinion, the British show is a bit more sophisticated in its style and writing, but the American show has much to recommend it to the Holmes fan.   I will attempt in later posts to discuss the differences between Benedict Cumberbatch and Jonny Lee Miller's approaches to the character of Holmes, and the differences between Martin Freeman and Lucy Liu's handling of Watson.

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So here is the scientific advancement which might be shown in Ikemen villain and some bit of history

I may have gone overboard because it was fun, so enjoy.

Also if you all think this is a nerd talking you are thinking correct

FIRST AND FOREMOST DINOSAURS SO IT WILLIAM REX THE W - REX, More and more fossils were discovered in 19th century and it was the year of 1842 the term Dinosaur was coined

Charles Darwin the father of evolution published his one of the renowned book 'The Origin Of Species' in 1859. (As a microbiologist this was epic)

Also, In 1866 Gregor Mendel discovered laws of hereditary but it wasn't until 1900 his work accepted

Now again as a microbiology student this makes me very happy, during the years between 1822 - 1895 Louis Pasteur published the Germ theory which proved Germs were the cause of the disease ( Well there were many diseases in victorian era because they believed bathing actually causes more sickness)

Here medicine and surgery made the great advances, and it was also proved Cholera was transmitted by water but they didn't know how. (But it wasn't until 1928 the first antibiotic was discovered)

In 1831 Faradey invented Dynamo.

In the year of 1876 Alexander Graham Bell invented Telephone (It means there would be a scene where MC will call her wink wink)

Safety pins were invented in 1849. And in 1882 Henry Seely invented the very first electric iron

Gas lights were becoming common at houses of well-of people in the 1840s, but by late 1870s working class people had Gaslight at least downstairs they still had to use oil lamps

Gas cookers became common in the 1890s and Joseph swan also invented the Electric light bulb in the year of 1878

Aesthetics were coming to use in surgery first by an American dentist Henry H Morgan in 1849 by using ether. But James Simpson a professor started using chloroform in operations in 1847 (wtf man but cool).

Also another fact, People thought women shouldn't use chloroform during childbirth because childbirth is supposed to be painful but our awesome Queen Victoria said 'Hell nah' in 1853 and who would criticize the queen hence chloroform became a use in childbirth (Men will be men)

Again as biology student this makes me greatly happy, In 1865 Joseph Lister discovered antiseptic surgery.

Cash Register was invented in 1879 and first electric fan was invented in 1886.

19th century was also the time where bicycling was fun. And it was also the time photography became a hobby (hoping a scene in the game where the male leads has MC's photo in his wallet)

In the 19th century many people experimented with machine guns. Hiram Maxim in 1884 invented machine guns and the British army adopted machine guns in 1889

Some Notable historical moments

The matchgirl strike movement took place in 1888 which was lead by Sarah Chapman which was the start to gender equality

In year 1836 slavery was abolished from British Empire but the former slaves were bound as apprentices and they were worked without any pay from their 'owners'.

In 1845 Irish Potato famine began because a disease called potato blight a fungal disease destroyed the crops.

In July of 1848 Public health act was passed, after Cholera outbreak.

1 May 1848 THE GREAT EXHIBITION OPENED FOR THE FIRST TIME. A series of world fair an international exhibition showcasing the achievement of each nation.

In March of 1848 Crimean War began a conflict between Russian Empire and an alliance of French Britain and Ottoman Empire AKA currently Turkish Empire and Sardinian Troops the war came to an end in February 1856 with Treaty of Paris wait part surrender of Russia. Both sides faced a massive death toll as 1.5 millions of soldiers fought and 367,000 soldiers died.

17 November 1869 The opening of the infamous Suez Canal.

2 August 1880 law regarding every child under the age of 10 should have a compulsory education which lead to decrease of child labour and child death.

25 JULY 1889 FOUNDING OF THE WOMEN'S FRANCHISE LEAGUE. Feminism babyyy, Emmeline Pankhrust a women right activist founded this league a political organization that campaigned women should be allowed to vote and which later gave a rise to women suffragatte movements

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Romeo And Juliet (Or Some Other Romantic Shit Like That) Ch. 5

Eddie Munson x f!reader

Series Description: The Saturday night slot at The Hideout is open, and Corroded Coffin thought they were a shoo-in. When it goes to a different band, however, Eddie becomes more than a little distracted by their bassist.

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Chapter Description: A month's worth of pining may actually come to fruition, and Eddie meets your haunted Victorian doll of a cat.

Warnings: implied smut, language

Word Count: 1854

For the second time that evening, you’d rendered Eddie utterly speechless, and for the first time in his life, keeping his mouth shut for once and not saying anything at all seemed to have been the wrong thing to say. 

There was not a single tangible thought in his head; how could there be? You were kissing him. Him! Of your own will and volition, you were kissing him. Your hair products left the scent of vanilla and honey, and your lipgloss, sticky and smearing slightly across his mouth, tasted like cherry Jolly Ranchers. He was sure he’d end up wearing just as much of your black lipstick as you were by the end of the night, but he didn’t care, because a month’s worth of pining was actually coming to fruition. 

Eddie pulled back first and you pointed your wide eyes at him. He had a similar stunned look on his face as you took the smallest step back.

“Oh,” you muttered, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth, embarrassment on your face. “Oh, I completely misread that, didn’t I?”

“What? No, you-”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that!” You took another step away from him and Eddie swore he could see your eyes go glassy for just a moment before you dropped your head into your hands once more. “I shouldn’t have just thrown myself at you, not without asking first. God, I’m such an idiot!”

Eddie said your name in an attempt to put an end to your ramblings, twice actually, but you didn’t seem to process it. You picked up your bass in one hand and your backpack in the other and inched ever closer to the door. 

“Thank you for driving me home,” you said as you avoided his eye contact. The intense embarrassment that had flashed across your features was evident in the tremble in your voice. “I am so sorry. I promise, you’ll never have to see me again after this. It was a miscalculation on my end, and-”

“Stop talking!” Eddie said as he took a wide step and closed the gap between you and him. He placed his hands on the sides of your arms. 

“What? Eddie, I-”

“I promise you, you didn’t misread a goddamn thing.” Your eyes grew somehow even wider at that.

“I didn’t?”

“No, you didn’t.”

There was a pause in the conversation for just a moment. The cool night air nipped at Eddie’s cheeks, and he could feel goosebumps starting to sprout up on your skin under his fingers. Your eyes met once more, just before Eddie slammed himself into you.

He’d kissed plenty of pretty girls in his day (he was the lead singer in a rock band, after all), but none of them had left him feeling quite like this. You were making his legs feel like jelly and his brain go all foggy. Your hand made its way to his hair and his stomach flipped. You pulled away this time, and Eddie instantly missed your warmth.

“Jessa won’t be home until tomorrow afternoon, at the earliest,” you whispered, your faces still heart-wrenchingly close together.

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie responded, voice dropped low to match yours. He was trying very, very hard to come off as smooth but seriously doubted it was working. 

You walked away from him then, and opened the door to your apartment building. Eddie just stood there, feet fused to their spot on the cracked sidewalk, until you barked a quick ‘you comin’ or what?’ to break him out of his trance. He quickly made his way to you and, as the two of you giggled like schoolchildren up to your apartment, Eddie felt just a little bit like he was dreaming; like he could wake up at any moment and you’d be gone.

The pair of you made quick work of getting up the stairs to your floor. Your hands shook just a little bit as you unlocked your apartment door, and as soon as you were past the threshold, Eddie was on top of you once more.

It felt like your skin was on fire with every touch as you scrambled down the short hall into your room. You bumped your thigh into the sharp corner of your dresser, but you were immediately distracted from the pain by the grip Eddie held on your waist tightening and the feeling of your calves hitting the edge of your bed. Eddie haphazardly flopped the two of you down onto the mattress. You hadn’t expected it, and the force of impact on your back made you let out a soft laugh. Eddie laughed, too.

Eddie may do his best to paint himself as scary or mean, but to you, in this moment, he was anything but. He was soft and gentle, and never in your life had someone made you feel the way he was making you feel right now. Your dating history was very messy, and most of the people you’d hooked up with or dated in the past had been rough and tumble assholes who just wanted a quick lay. Eddie, though, was treating you as if you were something to be adored, like a precious marble sculpture, deserving of a careful hand. You’d never had that before. 

It continued like that through most of the night; soft touches and giggly kisses punctuated by heaving breaths. You talked, too, for hours. He was fun to talk to, easy to lose track of time with, and the sun was just beginning to sneak its way over the horizon by the time the two of you fell asleep with your limbs tangled together. 

Eddie woke up the next morning with you wrapped around him like a koala bear. The alarm clock on your nightstand told him it was just past eleven, and you were out cold. He contemplated waking you up, but considering the fact that you’d played a full set, gotten home at two a.m., and then stayed up with him all night, he figured you probably needed the sleep. 

He carefully pulled himself out from your grasp, thankful that you seemed to be a heavy sleeper. He put his boxers back on and tried to find the bathroom. The first door was the bedroom that presumably belonged to Jessa, the second was a linen closet, but-

“Third time’s the charm.”

He used the bathroom and splashed some water onto his face (and did some light snooping) before walking out into your kitchen and making a pot of coffee for the two of you. He had to open pretty much every cabinet in your kitchen to find the bag of coffee grounds, then every other one to find mugs for the two of you, but eventually, coffee was successfully made and doled out. 

Eddie liked your apartment. It was tiny and a little bit dated, but you and Jessa had decorated it with all sorts of knick-knacks and the best second hand furniture Hawkins had to offer. There was a sofa pushed against the wall, and the coffee table in front of it was littered with music magazines and art books. A small television sat on a table opposite it, along with a handful of VHS’s tucked in the shelves underneath. There was a big window stretched across the third wall. The sill housed several small houseplants, and there was a stained glass piece shaped like a crescent moon hanging in the window. It caught the light and tossed it back out into the space in a kaleidoscope of color against the floor. The space was cozy, and smelled like incense and clean clothes.

The true centerpiece, though, was the record player tucked underneath the window, and what was maybe the biggest record collection Eddie had ever seen. It put his own collection to shame in size alone, and pretty much every genre that existed was represented in one form or another (though the concentration of punk was very high), and you and Jessa had it alphabetized. Just as Eddie pulled out your copy of Germfree Adolescence, he was interrupted by a gravely mew from the coffee table.

“Hi,” Eddie said to the scruffy gray cat perched on the table. It looked a little bit like a stuffed toy that got left outside in the rain, and although Eddie could tell it was full grown, it was small. 

“That’s Puffin.”

Either the smell of the coffee or the sound of the cabinet doors must have roused you, because soon after that, you came trudging out of the hallway wearing a tattered London Calling t-shirt, rubbing your eyes. 

“Puffin?” Eddie asked, amused at the name. 

“Yeah, Jessa’s had him since she was ten,” you explained.

“Is that why he looks like he’d burn to dust in the sun?”

“I mean, he is twelve years old,” you said as you sat on the couch. “That would make him, like, seventy.”

“Little old man,” Eddie muttered as Puffin waltzed closer to him, expectant of chin scratches, which Eddie quickly provided. Puffin’s gaze is glued to Eddie and it was starting to go from ‘cute’ to ‘deeply unsettling’ as Eddie pulled his hand away. “He’s kind of. . .”

“Creepy?” you finished his sentence. “I’m pretty sure he’s at least a little bit haunted.”

Eddie let out a laugh as you scooped up a gray ball of fur and dropped him in front of his bowl of food. 

“That coffee I smell?” you ask, voice still hoarse from sleep.

“That it is, sleepyhead,” Eddie said as he handed you one of the mugs. “Figured it was the least I could do.”

“God, you’re an actual angel,” you said as you yawned. You sat yourself down onto one of the chairs against the kitchen counter and closed your eyes as you took a sip of your coffee. You both drank in comfortable silence for a moment, Eddie leaning against the counter opposite you. He stared at you for a moment, and felt the same pang in his stomach that he’d had when he saw you on stage for the first time. You hadn’t had a chance to take your makeup off last night when you’d gotten home, so your mascara and eyeliner had smudged under your eyes, giving you a bit of a raccoon-esque look. Your hair was wild, and you looked a little worse for the wear due to the lack of sleep, but Eddie thought you were just as beautiful as you were on stage last night. 

“There’s a diner a few blocks down the road. Do you wanna go get breakfast?” you asked, getting up and placing your now empty mug into the sink. Your eyes caught the time off the clock sitting against the wall on the counter. “Or, I guess it’d be lunch, at this point.”

“Yeah,” Eddie answered with a small smile. “I’d like that.”

The two of you quickly made yourselves as presentable as you could and, as you got into Eddie’s van and he started up the engine, he felt a lot less guilty about stalking your shows for a month. 

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Sweet kiss, sweet blood (9)

[ dark vampire! • Aemond x female ]

[ warnings: mention of sex, drinking blood, violence, homicide ]

[description: A centuries-old vampire lives in Victorian England, bored and discouraged. His old friend sends him a letter, inviting him to his new country house. Aemond arrives there to rest. Next to the property, there is a small chapel, visited by the faithful. It turns out that at night, a young lady prays in it. Slow burn, sexual tension, profanation, murder, blood drinking.]

I owe the idea for this wonderful series to: @qyburnsghost

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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After what they had done they laid huddled together in silence. Her head rested on his chest, his cold hand rubbing thoughtfully over her shoulder. Her white shirt was still unbuttoned, but she covered her breasts with it, blushing at the thought, of what had happened between them. The way he had touched her. That she'd just lost her virginity to a man she barely knew, a servant of Satan himself.

She thought that she didn't regret it. That if she had to go through something like that with Pastor Smith she would die of despair and cry all night. With him it somehow felt right.

They both wanted each other.

She felt that his body, despite its original relaxation, was tense all over. She knew that his other desire was the reason. She propped herself up on one elbow, looking up at him, meeting his surprised, dark gaze. She could see that he was barely holding back from throwing himself at her.

Somehow she appreciated his efforts. She thought that it might be better for him to drink her blood than to kill innocent animals or attack strangers. She lay on her side, looking at his face. His cool hand brushed her cheek, making her shiver.

His fingers slid down from her neck to her breastbone, pushing the fabric of her unbuttoned shirt aside, exposing her breast to him again. She inhaled softly, embarrassed as his hand traced over her skin, teasing her nipple once in a while. She parted her lips as she looked at him.

"Do it." She whispered. He looked at her intensely, his thumb playing with her breast, his hands guiding and squeezing her firm, soft structure, making her breathless, the sore spot between her thighs throbbing from their closeness again.

"What?" He asked quietly, hesitantly, his voice trembling slightly. She swallowed loudly.

"Drink my blood." She said, raising her hand slightly.

His lower lip dropped slightly as her fingers traced over his scarred cheek, stroking it gently. It was the first time since she had kissed his hand that she had touched him so directly, so tenderly, willingly.

She saw him shiver all over, struggling for another second. He leaned over her suddenly, his mouth against her neck. She heard his heavy, rapid breathing.

He ran his tongue over her skin, before slowly and gently sinking his fangs into her. She squeezed her eyes shut against the discomfort and burning sensation. She felt that he was doing everything he could to not to hurt her. She heard him take one deep gulp, then a second, a third, and a fourth.

His hands tightened on her back, as if he was fighting with himself, as if he wanted to drain every last drop from her. He took one more, long, greedy sip, then pulled away from her and kissed the place from which streams of blood were now flowing. He licked up everything that flowed out of her like a cat, not wanting to waste a drop.

She felt a little weak, but somehow the idea that he wanted her so much made her hot. When her wound had dried a bit and the blood had stopped flowing, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked at her, trembling slightly with excitement.

"Forgive me." He whispered low, helplessness in his voice. She stroked his cheek again. He squeezed his eyelid shut and buried his face in her soft hand.

"It's all right. Come here." She said softly, bringing his face closer to hers.

He pressed his forehead against hers and they lay there in silence for a moment, staring at each other, their fingers gently tracing their cheeks. Attracted by some strange, unknown desire, they kissed lingeringly, caressing their lips slowly, massaging them carefully. After a moment, they both dropped their gazes, embarrassed, their noses touching.

"If I was ordinary men, would you marry me?" He asked so quietly that she barely heard him. She blinked rapidly, swallowing hard, and looked down.

"Yes." She whispered after a moment.

An awkward silence fell between them. Aemond played with the fabric of her unbuttoned shirt, absorbed in his own thoughts. She pursed her lips as she saw that, even though he pretended to be unfazed, she was causing him pain and despair.

"I don't understand why you would marry me. In a few years I'll be old and you'll look the same. The only thing I may leave you is your offspring." She said, blushing all over at the memory of how he had cum inside her an hour ago, his seed still deep inside her.

She saw him shift uneasily and look at her, his brow furrowed, his eye full of pain. She heard him swallow hard and open his mouth several times to speak, changing his mind at the last moment.

"I can't have children." He finally said, feigning indifference, but the tremble in his voice at the end of the sentence betrayed him. He wasn't looking at her, his jaw clenched tight, he looked even paler than usual.

For some reason she felt a pang in her heart at his words. She lowered her gaze, exhaling softly, her fingers involuntarily tracing his chest, full of scars and old wounds. She wondered how many years he had lived in this world, but she was afraid to know the answer. She thought that everything they were doing was pointless.

She knew that she was only a brief stop in his life.

She sat up, slowly buttoning her blouse. Aemond rose as well, surprised and alarmed, his chest heaving unevenly.

"Don't leave." Came out of his mouth apparently against his will, because he pressed his lips together quickly, swallowing hard.

She looked at him in surprise, hearing the desperation in his voice. She could see that he was furious with himself for having to ask someone for something. She wondered if he was as confused as she was.

"I know you didn't sleep well last night. You should rest. Stay and take a nap." He said, feigning indifference, as if he was giving her good advice as a medic.

She knew that he wanted something else - her physical closeness, her scent and tenderness, the feel of her hand on his bare skin. For some reason she couldn't say no to him.

She settled back down on the bed next to him, and he sighed softly, as if in relief, as he lay down next to her. She cuddled up to him, pressing her face to his chest, and he pulled her into his arms, burying his nose in her hair.

They lay there, stroking each other's backs. She didn't even know when she fell into a pleasant, blissful sleep.

For the next few days, they pretended that nothing had happened between them, passing each other indoors. Aemond kept his promise and took her for a walk around London one evening. They walked through a district full of shops, looking for signs with job offers. Due to their status, they had to pretend to be married.

Miss Wahterfield was particularly interested in the one she saw in the bookshop window, and immediately went inside to ask for details. Her knowledge of literature made a good impression on the owner, her general availability also suited him, and he invited her to a trial day the next day. She would only come in twice a week when he had to go out to take care of his ailing father.

Aemond wasn't thrilled that she'd found something so quickly. She could see it from his expression and the way he stiffened. She knew that he was afraid she would leave him sooner than he planned.

They walked back to his tenement in silence, the sun had already set completely. As soon as they entered, he pinned her against the wall and kissed her so passionately that she couldn't breathe.

He carried her upstairs, stripped her naked, kissing every inch of her body, and took her without saying a word to her. She knew that he was angry and resentful, heartbroken at the thought of losing her. His thrusts were desperate, fast and intense.

They were both panting and moaning loudly, their hands clasping their naked, sweaty bodies, clinging to each other, as if they would never see each other again. He brought her to a wonderful, hot climax, teasing her clit with his thumb, then cum inside her, panting heavily, looking at her helplessly.

Afterwards, he hugged her to him, lying on his side. She snuggled into him, inhaling his scent, enjoying the softness of his cool skin. She kissed his chest, and he sighed deliciously, kissing her hair in reciprocity.

She hadn't admitted it to him, but no matter how much she tried not to think about it, she kept thinking about his engagement proposal. The thought that she really could be his wife.

That she could tell her parents about it, see them again, and still live the way she wanted. She thought maybe this was a sign from God she was waiting for. Perhaps her way to freedom was to live with him. She looked at him after a long silence.

"I agree." She said softly. He looked at her sleepily and ran his fingers through her hair, obviously not quite understanding what she meant.

"Hmm?" He just grunted, not even bothering to put his question into words.

"I will marry you. We'll tell my parents. We'll say that you found me in a convent, and I agreed to marry you. We'll get married in Mantfield, and then we'll live here. It will be as it should be." She said with confidence in a voice that surprised her.

She saw him quickly push himself up on one elbow, staring at her in disbelief. His whole body trembled, his breathing was uneven.

"Say it again." He whispered pleadingly, looking at her with pain that made her heart clench.

"I will marry you, Ser Aemond." She said, this time a smile appeared on her face.

He leaned over her and kissed her hungrily, his lips, wet and sticky, sucking on her soft lips. She returned his kisses with a moan of pleasure, closing her eyes, inhaling his scent. He pulled away from her after a moment, breathing uneasily.

"Good. Good, let's do as you say." He whispered excitedly.

The next day Miss Whaterfield sent a letter to her parents, in which she contrived what had happened and how her Ser Aemond had magically found her.

That she had accepted his betrothal.

Aemond decided to appease their fury by inviting them to his townhouse. They wrote in the letter that at that moment,she was still staying in the convent, so as not to arouse a sensation by her, living with strange men.

They knew that they were going to get in trouble for all this, but she noticed that they were both smiling more than ever. Aemond didn't have the nature of a man who laughed, but the corner of his mouth twitched up every time he looked at her.

She has slept with him in his bedroom ever since. She let him cum inside her every night, unable to stop herself from denying him her touch when he was so close.

She thought her parents would curse her if they found out about her unholy behavior. That she had given up her virginity and body before marriage. It didn't bother her at all anymore. With him, she felt free.

After a few days, she received a reply from her father in Mantfield. He was furious and demanded an explanation from Ser Aemond in writing. However, he wrote that he and her mother would come to London to hear him. She knew that he would use any opportunity to show himself in the capital.

She was afraid, but Aemond promised to soothe her father. They figured that when her parents arrived, they would pretend that she had arrived moments before them. Then she would come back with them to Mantfield to wait for their wedding.

She let him drink her blood whenever he wanted. From something horrific and disgusting, the gesture suddenly became something intimate, private, their own. She stroked his hair, feeling her warm blood run down her arm, somehow trying to calm him more than herself. Each time he fought with himself to break away from her.

Aemond decided that they needed servants and a cook for her parents' arrival. He went to town on the matter, leaving her alone. She felt much more comfortable at his home now, spending most of her time in his bedroom, reading books.

After a few hours she heard the sound of the front door opening and rose, elated, running down the stairs to meet him. She stopped short and took a few steps back when she saw a strange woman in front of her.

Her dark, long hair was pulled back in a bun, part of her hair was loose. She was wearing a beautiful, green gown and a long, black coat. Her skin was snow white, her bright eyes piercing her.

"Oh. Good afternoon. I apologize for the intrusion." She said, removing the leather gloves from her hands.

Miss Whaterfield stared at her wide-eyed, unable to move. She had no idea what to do or how to behave. She was sure that Aemond had locked the door, as he always did. The woman, seeing that she was speechless, smiled in amusement.

She walked over to her unhurriedly, looking her up and down, her gown rustling pleasantly. Miss Whaterfield saw the stranger's gaze go to the bite marks on her neck and she quickly covered it with her hand, pressing her lips together. The woman smiled at the sight.

“I didn't expect to find anyone here. What a surprise." She nodded, turning her head curiously.

Miss Whaterfield felt her heart beating hard and prayed that Aemond would return quickly. She felt an unpleasant tension, something hung in the air. She couldn't utter a word, her whole body trembling with terror.

“But that might be even better. I'm thirsty."

***

Aemond pulled a sheaf of keys from his coat pocket and began to unlock the door. He frowned as he felt the lock refuse to move. He grabbed the handle and the door swung open. He felt his heart beat faster several times, cold sweat running down his neck. He was sure that he locked them.

He walked in and felt it right away.

Strong, intense smell of blood.

Her blood.

And the scent of someone else.

He took off his top hat, throwing it to the ground, and ran into the living room. He stopped and stared at the sight before him, aghast.

Alys was sitting on his couch, made comfortable, the pale Miss Whaterfield's head resting in her lap, which she stroked with a slow, gentle motion.

Her mouth was slightly parted, her neck and arms were bitten, blood was dripping from small cuts. Her eyes were cloudy as if she was half asleep and unable to move. Aemond felt his body freeze.

"What have you done?" He asked in a trembling voice, looking at the scene as if he were dreaming. He felt his whole body refusing to accept the sight before him.

He walked over to her quickly, kneeling beside her, checking her pulse. It was barely perceptible. Alys looked at him calmly, a slight smile on her face.

"Don't worry. I left a little more for you." She purred low, coquettishly, longingly.

Aemond wanted to cry. He pressed his face against Miss Whaterfield's chest, breathing raggedly, his hands clenching her gown. He knew that after losing so much blood she would fall asleep and never wake up.

Alys didn't even have time to get up, her voice stuck in her throat as she saw Aemond bite his own wrist, then take the girl's face in his hand and kiss her, letting her drink his own blood.

Alys wanted to stop him, but he was faster. He grabbed her by the throat, his hand tightening around the pale, slender neck that he had once kissed. He thought he should have killed her a long time ago when he had the chance.

He pulled away from his fiancée's pale lips and looked at Alys, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. He got up slowly, lifting her with him.

"Aemond…" She whispered pleadingly, terrified, writhing in his grip, clearly not believing what was happening. That he had just turned some ordinary girl into vampire in front of her eyes. "…she will hate you for it."

He pursed his lips at her words, furious, distraught, heartbroken. He felt tears spring to his eye for the first time in many years.

Alys assured him of her love and devotion, that he needed her if she was to survive the transformation. He looked at her, his gaze becoming more and more indifferent, cold, empty.

The sound caught in her throat as his other hand pierced her chest and in one, swift motion ripped out her heart. Hot and sticky with blood, it throbbed in his hand for a moment longer. Her body fell to the floor, her expression was horrified and surprised, her mouth slightly parted.

He flinched as he heard her soft moan, her ragged breaths full of pain. He looked at her, at his beloved, his future wife. Her eyes were wide open now, her mouth trying to catch her breath.

He knew what she was going through. He knew that her whole body was on fire, her lungs clenched painfully, her skin ached as if someone had cut her with a knife, as if someone had broken her bones.

She moaned louder, almost screamed, and he fell to his knees in front of her, burying her face into his chest, pressing his nose into her hair. He cradled her like a small child, listening to her loud sobs, her hands clenching painfully tight around his coat in agony.

He cried with her, as the warmth slowly left her body. How because of his possessiveness and greed she was turning into the same monster as he was.

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[transman-badass]

15 Questions: Character interview edition

Thanks for tagging me @words-after-midnight!

I'm gonna flip a coin to decide who to answer this as...

Owen Rosedown, protagonist of Runner Owen!

I tag: @angelsofprey @pen-for-sword @abalonetea @breath-of-eternity @brazenlip @jacquesfindswritingandadvice @jackharlockwrites @isabellebissonrouthier @sio-writes @theimperiumchronicles @apolloniosofrhodes @tmsbooks @pandawriterstuff @lola-theshowgrl @k--havok

Now let's do it!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Not a person but a place - I took my surname from the orphanage I was left at as a baby. Some people find that morbid, I think, but are too polite to say so.

2. When was the last time you cried?

With frustration and humiliation after a meeting with the Knight Hunters went south. Fortunately no one saw me and it didn't last long.

3. Do you have any kids?

No comment. Oh, you said - I'm sorry, I thought you said want them. No, I don't have any children.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

... Well, sarcasm is impolite in most acceptable companies... But a lot of the company I keep isn't very acceptable.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Where their eyes are looking, and if they also have glasses or not.

6. What's your eye color?

Green. Well, not a bright green. It's more grayish than that. Like a bad storm.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

What's a movie? I haven't heard of that before. I'm okay with any kind of ending to my stories, sometimes the tragic ones are the most impactful.

8. Any special talents?

... I can sense vampires. I don't know why that's so hard for me to admit, it's not a secret anymore. No, it's quite well published in the papers, and they all have things to say about it. I can also juggle! And I'm slowly teaching myself the Ancient tongue.

9. Where were you born?

I don't know. I'll never know. But I'm sure it wasn't under excellent conditions.

10. What are your hobbies?

Reading! Learning! Exploring the city! And sometimes petting the lodging house mouser, Charlie.

11. Have you any pets?

No, but I have friends, like Charlie I mentioned just now, and my dragonic partner Whisperer.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

Um... I'm not sure how to answer that. I think I understand what you're saying but we must call it something different in Theria.

13. How tall are you?

Let me do a quick conversion... 5'2 feet. That makes me sound less small than what I'm used to, I think I like that.

14. Favorite subject in school?

I never went. I've been mostly self-taught, or taught by others, since I was small.

15. Dream job?

All my life I wanted to be a Runner. Less than a year ago, I achieved my dream. Things didn't turn out how I imagined, but I'd want nothing less from it.

[Answering the modern questions with my pseudo-Victorian detective was fun xP]

Check out @runner-owen for more info on this WIP and series

[watchmegetobsessed]

Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 8)

a/n: oh my! we have finally reached the end of this story and I never thought it would turn out to be this long but im happy it did! thank you for reading and loving it, and now, enjoy the last part!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 4k

warning: just pure fluff

SERIES MASTERPOST

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“Girl, even if you don’t win, you’ll surely take the title of the hottest woman on the red carpet tonight.”

Florence’s words make you chuckle, but you try not to move your lips too much as the makeup artist finishes up the last touches on them, using a nude shade.

“Stop, my head is big enough already,” you tell her, giving her a look through the mirror. She is standing a few feet behind you, already wearing her beautiful, golden Versace gown that hugs her perfectly. Her hair is up in a neat bun so her back can be on full display and the diamonds in her ears can also shine brightly. She looks amazing while she is the opposite of what you’ll look like tonight.

Rhonda, the makeup artist has an amazing notion about your look when you showed her the gown you’d be wearing tonight and since the dress is not the sparkly kind, like Florence’s, she went a little heavier with the glitter on your eyes, using mostly whitish-silver colors, creating rosy cheeks and topping it with nude, glossy lips. Your hair is in loose curls with a bunch of extension, creating the illusion that you might as well be Rapunzel herself tonight. But you are the most excited about the gown that’s already waiting for you to be finally put on.

“What time is it?” you ask Florence as you don’t have your phone on you, but she has hers in her hands already.

“We still have half an hour before we have to leave. Dude, I can’t believe you are an Oscar nominee and might turn into a winner tonight!” she sighs, eyes shining bright with excitement. She hasn’t come off of this high for days, so over the Moon that you get to walk the red carpet tonight as a nominee.

“Don’t jinx it, Flo,” you warn her.

There’s a knock on the door of the hotel suit you’ve occupied for the glamming and Florence is quick to rush to it answering, but you both know who it is. As she throws the door open Harry comes to your sight, looking  as handsome as ever, wearing his custom made Gucci suit with a pink dress shirt underneath that matches your gown perfectly.

“Florence, you look wonderful!” his british accent fills the room, making you smile. Rhonda sets your makeup with some spray and you’re finally done. Standing up you move your legs around a bit as they went a little numb from all the sitting.

“Thank you! Pink suits you well, Harry,” your friend compliments your man and you watch them smiling.

When Harry’s eyes set on you, the light up, his smile widening from ear to ear. He looks spotless, freshly shaved, his hair recently cut and combed into place for a change. Not that you don’t like it when it’s all tousled and messy, especially when it’s because of your fingers.

“Angel, wow!” he breathes out as he walks up to you, taking your hands in his. You know he wants to kiss you, but doesn’t want to risk messing your lips up, so he is left with admiring you with only his eyes.

“Just wait until you see her in the dress!” Florence chimes in making you chuckle. You kept your dress a secret, wanting to surprise him with the first look. You gave out only the most necessary details for Lambert so the two of you could match.

“You’d be great like this too,” he teases, taking a look at your fluffy robe.

“I’m not going to the Oscars in a robe,” you tell him with a narrow-eyed look.

“I know, I’m just saying that you’d still be stunning,” he mumbles with a boyish smirk.

“Y/N? Time to choose a necklace!” Your stylist, Rupert appears from the room where your gown is hanging. He has a few jewelry boxes in his hands and he sets them all to the coffee table, opening up you are met with four breathtakingly beautiful diamond necklaces, each of them different yet so magical looking, you can’t decide which one you like the most.

“Harry, which one do you like the most?” you ask, kneeling down next to the table, mesmerized by the jewelries in front of you. Harry leans down and inspects them one by one before poking on the last one in the row. It has three rows of diamonds, not too big, the stones in the last row are shaped like water droplets, it’s such an elegant looking piece, it surely caught your eyes as well and you think it would be perfect with the dress.

“This one,” he tells you and you nod, shutting the other boxes, satisfied with the choice.

“Alright, time to get you into the gown, girl,” Rupert winks, gesturing at you to follow him into the room.

“I’ll be right back,” you tell Harry, risking a quick peck on his lips before you disappear in your temporary dressing room.

You fell in love with the gown on the first fitting when Rupert pulled it out, still in the finishing phase. It still has pins in it, but it already took your breath away. It has a massive A-line skirt and a tight upper part that hugs your body perfectly, a row of buttons running down the middle of it. The sleeves are puffy, but then end in a tight run from a little above your wrists, the same set of buttons appearing like on your chest. It’s giving out some Victorian style vibes in a more sophisticated and simpler way, but it’s by far your favorite dress you’ve ever worn to any event.

It surely needs the extra pair of hands from Rupert to put it on, but once you are secured in it, you feel like a princess straight out of a fairytale and surely, your prince is standing on the other side of the double doors.

“Alright! Everyone get ready for the big reveal!” Rupert announces, sneaking out the room so he can open the door for you. He waits a few moments as you hear everyone shuffle around outside, probably lining up to see you walk out in your finished state. “Okay, three! Two! One! Welcome our Oscar nominee!” he cheers, a round of applause is heard before you even appear, but it’s quickly replaced with gasps when Rupert pulls the doors open and they get the first glimpse of you in your gown.

“Holy fuck!” Florence gasps, mouth hanging open as she keeps raking your form up and down. Your eyes find Harry’s gaze and you see him in a state you haven’t often found him in the past almost two years you’ve been dating. He is completely speechless, eyes glued to you in awe as if he just saw an angel in real life.

“Y/N, I—wow,” he breathes out, still at a loss of words.

“You like it?” you ask with a shy smile.

“I fucking love it, baby. You look… You really are an angel,” he tells you, making you chuckle at his words.

“Would you please help me put on the necklace?” you ask him and he nods eagerly, carefully taking the jewelry out of its box and walking behind you, he brings it around your neck, his fingers delicately working on the clasp. Once it’s all set, you step to the floor to ceiling mirror, taking in the final look.

“There won’t be a straight woman left on Earth once you step on the red carpet,” Florence bluntly comments, making everyone in the room laugh.

“Let’s take some photos, I need to immortalize this masterpiece,” Rupert gestures around, already grabbing his camera.

The next ten minutes you take hundreds of photos, alone, with Florence and then with Harry. He still seems a little stunned by your look, feeling shy when he circles his arm around your waist, but it’s cute that you can still have such an effect on him after being together for almost two years.

Florence snaps some with your phone as well, your favorite is when he held your waist and leant you back, making you arch backwards as your noses touched since he couldn’t kiss you. You already know it’ll end up as your lockscreen, replacing the selfie the two of you took on your latest trip to Hawaii.

When it’s time to leave you grab your little purse with your phone and other necessities and the three of you pile up in a minivan, since your dress needs all the space so it doesn’t get wrinkled before you step out to the red carpet.

As you sit in the car and watch the buildings pass by, your nerves start to rise in you. When the nominations came out a month ago it seemed so far, you couldn’t imagine yourself actually attending the Academy Awards, but now here you are, on your way to find out if you’ve been good enough to be the best.

Your role in Sinful Heaven has brought a lot to your life aside from the nomination. The three months of filming was one of the hardest times in your life you’ve ever worked through and at some points, you didn’t even think you’d get through it. Working so closely with Levi took a toll on you while you were trying to prove in such a heavy and serious role. It was a mess especially at the beginning when you and Harry were still in this weird phase, but that eventually turned right when he literally punched Levi in the face and ten minutes later asked you to be his girlfriend. It’s a badass way to start a relationship and you wouldn’t trade it for anything, especially because it put Levi into place or at least scared him enough to get off your back for the rest of the filming.

When Harry left following that visit, you couldn’t see each other until filming wrapped and you flew straight to him and travelled with him for the next two weeks, hopping from one city to the other, watching him perform every other night and spending all your time with him.

When the movie premiered eight months later, you didn’t appear with Harry by your side, Maya was your date for the evening, but by that time everyone knew you and Harry are an official couple. Neither of you felt like hiding it or caring about what others would think and you were able to focus on each other and rely on the strong foundation you’ve built for your relationship.

He was there with you when the nominations came out and probably screamed louder when your name appeared in the list. With tearing eyes and choked out sobs you jumped into his arms as he mumbled into your ear.

“I’m so proud of you, Angel. So, so proud!”

And now you are on your way to the show, only hours away from finding out if your dreams will come true tonight. Harry squeezes your hand and you turn to face him, his soft eyes meeting yours.

“Nervous?” he asks with a small smile.

“Very,” you admit with an airy chuckle.

“Whatever happens tonight, I’m very proud of you. Don’t forget that.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, giving his hand a squeeze back.

Since it’s the first time you and Harry appear on the red carpet as a couple, once you set your feet out of the car, everyone goes nuts. He helps you out and even fixes your dress so it falls just perfectly around your frame before he offers his arm. You link your through it, taking a deep breath as the two of you start walking down the carpet, posing for the photographers.

You feel powerful and strong, like it’s the peak of your career, but you also feel that it wouldn’t be the same without Harry by your side even though he is making sure to let you shine tonight. At one point he even steps back for a moment so photographers can snap you alone and you think it’s such a caring move from him.

You feel a little dizzy from all the flashlights by the time you walk into the theater, Harry holding your hand tightly as he leads you to your seats.

You’ve been to plenty award shows and it’s not even your first Academy Awards appearance either, but for obvious reasons, it’s the most important. Sitting in your plush chair, you can barely stop yourself from continuously fidgeting as one category follows the other and it’s still not yours.

Then following a jaw-dropping performance from Dua Lipa, Chris Evans walks out with a golden statue and an envelope in his hands and your heart skips a beat, but not because of the man himself, but because you know he is the presenter of the Best Actress category.

Your hold on Harry’s hand on your lap tightens and you glue your eyes to the big screens behind Chris as he smiles around.

“Good evening. It’s a pleasure to be here and to present the award for Best Actress. The theater tonight is filled with exceptional talents, but let’s see the nominees,” he speaks into the microphone and then he starts listing the names.

Emma Stone, Anne Hathaway, Margot Robbie and Rooney Mara are called and a camera fixates on each of them when Chris says their names, all smiling brightly and waving around before your name is called at the end. Taking a deep breath you plaster your most wonderful smile across your face, waving around like the other nominees did before the big screen splits, showing the five of you simultaneously.

“We’ve seen some spectacular performances from these ladies and now let’s see who proved herself to be the best this year.”

Chris flips the envelope open and pulls the little paper out that has the winner’s name written on it and for a moment you’re convinced you’ll pass out. You’ve never felt this anxious before and you’re gripping Harry’s hand so tightly you’re surprised he hasn’t pulled it back, but he is patiently putting up with your nerves, his eyes glued to the man on the stage as well.

“And the Academy Award for Best Actress goes to…” Chris starts with a charming smile, holding a short pause before he finally says the name. “Y/N Y/L/N for her role as Marie Davidson in Sinful Heaven!”

Your mouth hangs open, ears ringing as you process that your name was called. Everyone around you jumps up, including Harry, who is screaming just like when the nominations came out, while you are completely blank. It takes you a couple of moments to realize that you in fact just won your first Oscar and everyone is waiting for you to go and get your little statue.

“Baby! Baby you won!” Harry cheers as he helps you up from your seat and you throw yourself into his arms as reality sets in. “I fucking love you, Angel. Go and get your Oscar!” he laughs, pride all over his face as he urges you to walk up to the stage.

“Walk me up, please!” you stammer, not trusting yourself with walking in this fragile state. He offers his hand without a second thought, walking you to the stage where Chris is politely waiting for you to help you up on the stairs.

“Thank you,” you breathe out once you’re finally up on the stage, every set of eyes on you as Chris hands you the little statue.

“Congratulations,” he smiles as the two of you exchange two kisses on the cheeks before he steps aside and lets you give a speech.

You thought about writing a few words beforehand, but you figured if you end up being the winner you’d forget the whole thing, so there would be no use and that’s the case. Your mind is still blank as you look down at the award in your hands, the crowd still cheering on you, giving you a few extra moments to figure out what to say.

“I uhh—I don’t even know what to say, this feels like a dream,” you admit talking into the microphone, the clapping dying down so that everyone can hear your words. “I want to thank to everyone who worked on Sinful Heaven, because I wouldn’t be here without them. To my wonderful director and amazing costars, it’s been such a wonderful journey with you all. Thank you to my friends and family who were there with me from the very start, believing in me when I was losing faith in myself, thank you for never giving up on me. To my parents who I assume are now crying in front of the TV,” you add chuckling softly, imagining your mom and dad in tears as they listen to your words. “This is a wonderful sign to me that I am where I need to be and that I’m on the right path, so thank you for giving me even more motivation to keep me going on my way.”

Your eyes roam around all the guests until they fall on one proud man staring at you in his Gucci suit and pink dress shirt, his green eyes looking glossy as he listens to your words.

“And last but not least, thank you to one special person, because I’m convinced I wouldn’t be here tonight without him. I have one thing to tell you.” Forgetting about everyone in the theater you hold up the Oscar in your hand as you finish your speech: “Never have I ever loved someone like I love you.”

The crowd starts cheering again as you step away from the microphone and Chris is quick to jog up to you and help you down the stairs, Harry rushing back to take your hand once Chris lets go of it.

You catch him wipe a tear off his cheek as the two of you walk back to your seats hand in hand. Once you are settled, you take a deep breath and turn to Harry who is already looking at you, the same proud smile you saw from the stage still on his handsome face.

“I have never,” he tells you as his answer to the last line of your speech and you chuckle as your free hand finds the back of his neck, pulling him close. The lipstick on your lips long forgotten as you finally kiss him for the first time tonight.

“I have never either,” you whisper against his lips before kissing him again and again.

***

  Smiling around you wait for the audience to quiet down as you make yourself comfortable in the familiar armchair. It’s such a nostalgic feeling to sit here again.

“Y/N, it’s so nice to have you here again,” Ellen greets you once the clapping has stopped.

“Thank you for inviting me.”

“Of course. A lot has happened since the last time you were here, you won an Oscar just a few weeks ago, congratulations!”

The cheering starts again as a picture of you appears on the screen behind you, wearing your iconic pink gown, holding your Oscar in your hands.

“Thank you,” you shyly smile, still not entirely in peace with the fact that you are now an Oscar winning actress.

“Such a major thing, congrats.”

“Thank you, it is a huge thing, yes.”

“Do you already have a spot for the award? Does it have a designated place?”

“Well, for now it is in my study along with some more mementos, but I’m planning to have a little stand made in the living room,” you share your plans.

“Surely, I would want to show it off if I had an Oscar,” Ellen chuckles. “You have such a busy time behind you, have you been up to something new lately?”

“We finished filming the third season of The Umbrella Academy, so now I’m having a little break before I jump into anything new.”

“Sounds nice, you deserve all the relaxing. Anything planned while you’re on a break? A new book to read, or maybe a concert to go to?” she asks and you already know where this is heading.

“You know you can just ask if I’m planning to attend a Harry Styles concert,” you bluntly tell her, making the audience and Ellen laugh.

“Well, I was just asking around about your plans, but I’m happy you plan to visit Harry’s concert! It’s also good to know that the situation has changed since the last time you were here, you definitely have been to one of his concerts since then.”

“I have been, yes,” you admit smirking.

“And I assume the two of you are now very close, am I right?” she asks and suddenly a paparazzi photo of the two of you appears where you’re walking down the street hand in hand just a couple of weeks ago.

“You could say that,” you nod, biting into your bottom lip.

“Amazing, because he is going to join us now. Everyone, please welcome Harry Styles!” Ellen announces and turning around you spot Harry walking out from backstage, the audience screaming for him. He shyly waves around walking up to the center, greeting Ellen with a kiss on the cheek before he turns to you, pecking your lips shortly as he sits down next to you.

“Harry, so good to see you again,” Ellen smiles at him.

“Good t’ see you as well,” he nods.

“So, the last time you two were sitting here, you—it was the first time you ever met, right?”

“Right,” you nod with Harry.

“And now you are…” she gestures at the two of you, not finishing the sentence, but everyone knows what she meant by that.

“And now we are… not strangers anymore,” Harry says chuckling, making everyone in the studio laugh.

“Certainly,” Ellen nods. “Alright, I thought that we could play another game, just to bring back some nice memories,” she explains, reaching behind her armchair, grabbing the familiar board from her, flipping it in your hands with a nostalgic smile.

“Can we keep it PG rated though?” Harry asks, examining his board before looking up at Ellen.

“No,” she simply answers, reaching for her cards as the audience starts laughing. “Okay, you know how to play it, no need for explanation. Here is the first one: Never have I ever used my fame to get in somewhere.”

Ellen is quick to show the I HAVE side of her board and you slowly do the same while Harry thinks to himself.

“Oh come on, you surely have,” you elbow him playfully as he smirks in your way, holding up the same side as you and Ellen.

“We all have, it’s not a shame,” Ellen shrugs. “Next one. Never have I ever forgotten the name of someone right after they introduced themselves.”

Ellen holds up the I HAVE side and you do the same again while this time Harry flips it over to I HAVE NEVER confidently.

“Really?” Ellen asks him, surprised at his answer.

“I’m good with names,” he simply shrugs.

“That’s a good trait. Alright, let’s move on. Never have I ever punched someone in the face.”

It’s a sneaky and very shady statement. Just a few days after the incident with Levi, word got out that he was punched, a few blurry pictures floating around the internet of his bruise, then fans figured out it had to happen around the time Harry visited set and people were quick to put the picture together and assume that Harry was the one who hit Levi, but it was never confirmed.

Glancing at your boyfriend you are fighting your smile back, holding up the I HAVE NEVER side as he is looking back at you slyly, continuously flipping his board before it finally lands on I HAVE, the audience immediately rumbling at the partial confirmation and seemingly Ellen is also amazed by Harry’s honesty.

“Alright, interesting. Love that for you, Harry,” he comments making everyone laugh as you reach over and give Harry’s hand a squeeze. “Last one,” Ellen announces, reading the last statement from her cards. “Never have I ever fallen in love with someone I played never have I ever with.”

Ellen quickly shows her I HAVE NEVER side as you suck your lips into your mouth, glancing at Harry again. You share a look before you both slowly raise your boards, both reading the same sign on them: I HAVE.

[the-fiction-witch]

The Bride In Black P31-36

Media IRL X Vampires (The Invitation)

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating: Horror! + Sexy

Series: The Bride In Black

He lead me again though the dark tunnels Until at last he opened a door revealing a small changing room of sorts, to the left was a impressive wooden sauna, and on the other a glass door, he tugged at me though said glass door and I was shocked by what I saw. It was a beautiful room that overlooked the grounds far from the house, the roof this beautiful Victorian greenhouse style, marble floors, spaces for massage and smaller treatments and a large beautiful pool filled with rose petals and smelt of roses, however inside said pool where people who immediately stopped what they where doing as we arrived "Uhhh. Thomas! What do you want?" Ava yelled "Just showing my little lady around" he smiled pulling me into his side "Ohh? So she's staying then?" She laughed "She is. Thought I best show her the immensities" "So…you know what we are?" She smirked climbing out the water wrapping a towel around herself as she came close "Yes" I nodded "Does it… frighten you?" She smirked "Ava." He warns "play nice" "I am playing nice. I was merely asking her a question" "I… I do. But I'm sure I'll get used to it. Just as Oliver did" "To be fair I've been here three years and I'm still not use to it" he spoke up being the first thing I'd actually heard from him since the wedding as he too climbed out the water "Humm" she smirked "well… I've always wanted a sister, I'm happy to settle for a sister in law after all this time" she smiled "you two should join us for dinner tonight" "We'd be delighted" Thomas smiled "come on darling, I have lots more places to show you" he smiled leading me back to the tunnels as he did I noticed something odd Ava went to use one of the speciality spa chairs and Oliver gave me a look mouthing something I didn't quiet catch

We saw so many little places that I didn't even know existed in the house and grounds and quite frankly it likely explained why I got lost so much and thought rooms and doors where changing around me. And after a good day of exploring we returned to the suite, I had myself a bath while he waited on the balcony and I began to get dressed

"Are you decent yet darling?" He asks poking his head around the door

"Well I'm working in it" I laughed trying to pick a dress

"a bit overwhelmed?"

"A little" I nodded

"How's about I pick for you?"

"Well alright"

He searched threw for a while before returning with a sweet red dress with a line l black buttons and black petticoats

"Perfect for a nice dinner"

I giggled and began to get dressed even of he seemed to be snuggled with me almost attached to my hip as I dressed and I noticed just how much he was kissing and rubbing his nose on my neck

"Thomas?"

"Ummm?"

"Dinner won't be long" I laughed

"So?" He laughed

"So there's no need to be drooling over me" I giggled

"I can't help it. Your too beautiful" he Cooes squeezing me tightly "and I am... admittedly very hungry" he smirked nibbling playfully on my neck

"Well we are going to dinner" I smiled

"Not that kind of hunger my love"

"Well, I'm sure you'll be able to get a drink at dinner"

"I will. But... Maybe I want to have a little drink before dinner. With my beautiful lady"

"Are you trying to bite me, Thomas?" I asked

"I might be" he smirked "You can't blame me for staring at that beautiful neck all day"

"Why don't you?" I giggled

"I can't. Without Consent" he smirked "Unless you're into that sort of thing darling"

"I'm not Thomas."

"Alright, come on. We need to get down to dinner" he says "Before I do bite your swan-like neck" He smirked

We hurried down to the dining room a beautiful room with sweet windows shuttered up for the evening, a long wooden table with several chairs, His mother sat at the end already drinking her wine, Ava and Oliver sat across from each other in the middle of the table talking amongst themselves. Thomas took the other chair on the end and they brought me a seat to sit beside him on the same side of the table as Oliver.

"fantastic you could join us tonight y/n" Ava smiled at me

"It's nice to be here" I smiled

"Will you partake tonight?" she smirked offering her full glass

"Ohh I uhhh-"

"She's human ava. Like Oliver" Thomas reminds

"so? Oli likes a sip every so often don't you sweetie" she cooes offering him a sip of her glass which he happily took

"Wine for my darling, and human food at least for now" He winked at me making me blush hard, and soon enough our food arrived.

Me and Oliver had well-cooked human food, and they all had much more meat-heavy food with tall glasses of blood I enjoyed the food quiet a lot listening to the conversations even if I didn't know much of what was going on?

"I must apologize for frightening you the other night miss y/n. I was merely concerned" his mother spoke up "Well I was very frightened" "Sometimes fear is the quickest way to results. Good and bad" she says "and I wanted results." "She's not as scary as Thomas" Ava chuckled "his form makes mummy look cute" "I haven't seen it" "You will darling, in a while" he smiled kissing my hand "Oliver saw mine as soon as we where engaged didn't you sweetie?" Ava asks and he nodded "In sure you two will do things in your own time" his mother says "We will won't we darling. Besides she can stay and watch Oliver go though it all so she knows what to expect." He smiled kissing my hand "And what if it frightens her. Gets to much and she bolts" "What of Oliver can't take it and he runs. I don't know why your so critical of y/n and not of Oliver " "He made a commitment to secrecy in this family. She has not." "If your really that's worried I'll marry her tomorrow if it means you stop treating her this way" "No. I'm meerly reminding you -" "Of my failings? I choose wrong once. Doesn't mean it's going to happen again " "Still. You need reminding of your mistakes when you seem to be following them again" "Need I remind you of your mistakes." "I haven't made any" "Really?" He glared leaning his elbows on the table "mummy where's daddy?" Ava sighed putting her cutlery down and his mother looked so angry "Thomas" she sighed "I loved your father." "And I loved lillibeth. Both of us ended the night with there bodies on this table" he says "so do not get high and mighty with me mother" "Go to your room" she ordered "I am over six hundred years old your not sending me to my room like a nine year old" "Go! And take your little human whore with you, or I'll make her my after dinner snack" "Come on y/n" he says taking my arm helping me up from the seat to leave the room as he did Oliver slipped something in my hand but I just hid it not wanting to get him or I in trouble as I followed Thomas as we marched back to his room, and as we walked I unfolded the little note in my hand noticing the words on it

'please. Don't make the mistake I did. If you still can. RUN.'

I hid the note as soon as we got to the bedroom and he passed around the room cigarette hanging from his lips "Thomas. Are you alright?" He sighed blowing smoke across the room "I'm alright." He nods "I'm not angry or annoyed at you darling. No need to worry yourself" he says giving my head a kiss "Would... It help if I left?" "What?" "I- I can go sleep in -" "Darling no. I don't want you to go. In happy for you to stay here with me tonight, so long as you'd like that?" "I would" I nodded "but... Maybe your family would be happier if I left" "Left? I- I thought you wanted to stay with me?" "I do but I don't want to cause issues" "Ohhh Darling. They'll get over it. I want you to stay and I want you to be happy here. I don't care what they think. I want to be with you, I want you to stay, I want you to be happy, and I want these things above all else in this world." "I do too I just... I worry they won't ever except me" "Well, give them time. You'll discover my darling immortal beings can be terribly stubborn. Especially the order ones. But I am lord of the manor so maybe after our wedding and after you've... Gone though the process if they still won't except my lovely lady, well we can always kick them out of our lovely manor" he Cooes cuddling me closely throwing his cigarette out the window "Our manor?" "I am lord of the manor. And you'll be my wife and lady so, what's mine is you'rs darling" "So if I said-" I began but he gave me a kiss "I said I'd allow your renovations. Your changes. Whatever my lady wants I'll do my best to make her happy" he smiled "Come on let's get to bed" I nodded trying not to blush as I went and changed into my nightie nervously climbing into the large soft bed beside him laying down on the pillow as he smiled at me "This will be our first night in the same bed." He smiled playing with my hair "It will. Unless you've snuck into my bed any other night?" "Darling." He chuckled sounding fake offended "No. I was a good boy. I may have... Snuck in your room a night or two. Sat in the chair an watched you sleep so very peacefully but not your bed" "You promise?" "I promise" "Okay" I smiled nuzzling close to him "If we are ... being honest. I did... Sneak into your bed one morning" "Oh?" "But. You had already gone for your bath. So the bed was empty." "So why where you in it?' "It was your first night here. I couldn't help it. The heat and scent all over your sheets. I couldn't help myself." "Can I ask you... Something personal Thomas?" "Of course darling" "You said vampires. Mate for life?" "Yes. We do" "But they only mate after marriage" "Correct" "After or before the process?" "Usually after thought some can't wait that long." "So... Given you and lillibeth never" "Darling. Are you asking if... I'm still?" "Yes" I blushed "I am." He nods "have been an awfully long time. Partly why I'm as... Desperate as I am. What about you?" "No" I blushed "Well at least one of us has the experience then" he smirked giving my skin little kisses "but. Just because I haven't... Done that yet. Doesn't mean I'm utterly clueless." He smirked "six hundred years is a long time darling I've... Experimented. Just because we can't mate doesn't mean we can't do... Other things" he smirked "Ohh? I see maybe tomorrow night well test that" "I look forward too it. Come on let's get some rest" I smiled and held him close getting cosy in our positions to sleep, and I quickly drifted off in his arms.

When I woke up I sat up with a stretch and a yawn doing my best to climb out of bed without waking Thomas as I didn't want to wake him so early. I climbed out of bed and went over to the tub to rub myself a nice hot bath. While the water ran I got myself a fluffy red towel, brushed my teeth and braided my hair pinning it up to prevent it from getting wet as it didn't need a wash today. Once it was filled I slipped off my nightie and climbed inside having a nice relaxing time in the hot water, I washed up and down my body with the sweet soap all while softly humming a little tune to myself. As I ran my hand down my leg I noticed how long the hair there was getting so I found a razor in my little travel wash bag and began to cover my legs with soap gently running the razor blade up my legs doing my best not to miss any spots but also doing my best not to- "Ah!" I gasped as the razor clipped my skin causing a small cut blood immediately starting to form a small bauble at the cut then slowly run down my leg The moment I cut my skin I saw and heard Thomas sit up in bed like I'd had just screamed bloody murder, as if I made him jump now completely awake sniffling alot like a wolf "Breakfast!" He asked excitedly "No Thomas I-" I began but he jumped out the bed scurrying over inquisitively until he reached the rim of the bath and instantly spotted my leg going wide eyed flashing that dark red again looking at the trail of blood then glancing to my eyes ".... May I?" he asked "May you what Thomas?" I asked and he meerly licked his lips staring at my leg "You want to-" "Yes." "Why?" "You have no concept how hungry I am" "Didn't you drink last night? At dinner?" "that's not you. And I've been... Smelling you since you got here. Please just a little taste" "No. Go on. Get dressed" I told him He left going to get dressed but clearly wasn't happy so I continued on doing my legs "ah!" I gasped as I had cut myself again stupid rusty old razor, I quickly finished off and climbed out wrapping a towel around myself putting my panties, my bra and a long dress on as I didn't expect to do much today noticing I had caught myself twice with large cuts and then a good four or five tiny little cuts but as always when you leg your legs shaving it bleeds like crazy. Thomas sat on the edge of the bed unable to stop staring at my legs so I sat beside him "My eyes are up here" I laughed "I'm sorry darling. It's just hard. When your bleeding like that. imagine you came in and I had like some sweet smelling melted chocolate down my arm. Please? It'll just go on some little tissue and get thrown away anyway. Please.... Just a little taste" "Alright" I rolled my eyes and immediately he jumped to kneel on the floor holding my ankle giving it soft little kisses slowly kissing up my legs slowly and seductively making sure he licked and kissed each drop of blood leaving not a single bit of it anywhere on my legs "Ummmm, ummmm.... you taste so good. Uuughhhh! Your delicious" he groans at times making very dark eye contact with me making me blush hard until he was finished licking his lips clean "okay all done now thank you Thomas" I smiled fixing his hair "More." He gasped "What?" I giggled "More" he growled jumping on me pinning me on the bed and kissing my neck "Thomas-" I began playfully but I felt his sharp teeth run against my skin as if in preparation to bite me so I moved away getting out of bed I noticed immediately his stance. Hunched over like an animal. His eyes had remained that dark red since I cut my leg but now seeming to glow brightly, his teeth now revealed the sharp fangs within, he growled at me with slight animalistic grumbles in his throat "Thomas I know you're hungry but -" I began but he jumped on me grabbing my arm and bitting my wrist making me scream immediately pulling away and running as fast as I could put the door.

I bolted through the house as fast as possible using all the little secret tunnels he had shown me yesterday even if I knew he was following me but luckily I found martin

"Something the matter miss?"

"Somethings wrong with Thomas!"

"what's wrong?"

"He's gone crazy!" I yelled "his eyes have gone this glowing red, he keeps trying to bite me"

"Oh no. Okay. Right I will uhh inform his mother" He says slightly in fear "You get down to the cellar miss"

I nodded and ran as fast as I could down to the cellar, hearing the cluttering and clattering all the while above me. After a while the door opened and My fear grew and honestly wasn't relieved that much upon seeing his mother standing there. she quickly shut the door and spoke up

"what have you done to my son!" "Me! I didn't do anything he went crazy!" "What exactly is wrong?" "His eyes they went this glowing red and he tried to bite me" I explained showing her wrist "What happened" "I told you -' "Tell me! Tell me exactly what happened." "I woke up and had a bath, I decided to shave my legs and I accidentally cut my skin" I explained and her head fell into her hands "Let me guess. You let him drink" "He was insistent. Pleading with me. I didn't think it mattered" "You foolish girl!" She yelled slapping my face "It's not my fault" "Who else's is it then!" "He drinks with you an Ava all the time I didn't think it would be a problem" "Your blood is different." She sighed "the blood we drink is merely mortal blood half the time I don't even know where it came from" she explained "but you are different. Because he loves you. He adores you. And when a vampire loves a human they desire them beyond measure. There blood can be smelt for miles, often times the first time a vampire will taste the blood of the one they love will be the night they mate. Thomas. Has been alone for a very long time, lillibeth was over four hundred years ago. You can't imagine how hungry he is for blood that has a satisfying taste. You should not have allowed him to drink" "Well I didn't know." "It's fine" she sighed "he should have controlled himself. Come on we need to sort this out. Before it gets out of hand" "Miss! My lady!" We heard as Martin rushed in his jacket ripped a scar across his face "Martin are you alright?" I asked "It's happened" he says "What - what's happened?" I asked trying to help his wounds and I looked at the scar on his face like... A claw and a fear across his mother's face "May God have mercy." She says before heading out so I followed her "What? What's happened!" "It appears. We may be too late to control the situation." "Why?" "His true from as returned"

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deancas fic rec list!

hello everyone! happy christmas to those who celebrate it, my gift to you is my fic rec list that i said i would make like a month ago. the only thing it is organized by is canonverse vs alternate universe. tried to cover a variety of subjects but there are in particular many fics of the genre “postcanon where cas is human and he and dean live together and slowly finally get their shit together” because i know what i’m about, son. HOPE U ENJOY. and if you wanna talk about any of them or rec me other fics please do. :) 

Canonverse:

where the weeds take root by deathbanjo, 30k, explicit “Are you happy? Y’know. Just—being here,” Dean says, gesturing to the yard with his beer bottle. “Being with—I mean, you used to fight in celestial wars and—and save the world. Now you’re growing vegetables and talking about chickens.” There are many fics set in a post-canon universe where Cas is human and he and Dean live together and slowly fall into a relationship. Imo this one is the best of the best of that genre. This was one of the first fics I read back in July when I was getting Back Into Supernatural where I was like oh fuck I’m like in this. Dean builds Cas planters and bookshelves and a chicken coop and they fight and work through it.

Cuckoo And Nest by komodobits, 10k, explicit For a long time, Castiel thought that every earthly possession other than the immediately necessary was excess to requirement. But Dean – Dean who named his car, who keeps a photograph of his mother in his wallet, some thirty-plus years after her death, who still has the crumpled ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign with a sleeping pelican emblazoned on it from the Microtel outside of Roanoke where he first kissed Castiel, clumsy and unsure, under the unsteady fluorescence of an exhausted bathroom bulb – is sentimental. It puzzles Castiel, where Dean draws the line between what is meaningful and what it is worthless. Really Gets the dynamic of Cas doesn’t think Dean wants him to stay/Dean thinks Cas will leave the first chance he gets. Also a nice example of Cas thinking he’s not wanted if he’s not useful/powerful and being told otherwise. Another all-time fave!

lonely hearts by outphastthemoat, 4.5k, gen He thinks he might give up having his own anything just to be able to step foot inside the room next door and sit on the edge of Dean’s bed instead. This one is for the CAS GIRLS who know what LONELINESS feels like.

Helionneiros by aeli_kindara, 24.2k, mature In which Dean visits his mother, and Claire takes Cas on a hunt. I’m always on the lookout for more fic with Claire and Jack. Jack doesn’t show up until the end here but the relationship between Cas and Claire is really nice.

Crawl by aeriallon, 11k, explicit It’s been almost four years since Castiel left Kansas; he'd eventually settled in an island town where he has a job, a house, and a life without the Winchesters. Every winter, Dean drives down to the coast to see him. Another fic where Cas is human but in this one he took some time for himself and got some distance from the Winchesters! He gets to be competent and weird as a human and we love that for him. I must warn you all that this fic contains one use of the phrase “making love” which would normally put me right off but it’s still worth reading. The first of a three-part series.

home where you hold me by microcomets, 1.6k, gen Cas and Dean, in the moments between their battles, ache for quiet spaces. Technically this is a coda to 10x20 but you don’t need the episode for context. Short and very sweet.

Build a Home by domesticadventures, 20.1k, teen After they save the world, Dean expects Cas to come back to the bunker with them. He doesn’t. This one is so cute it’s like what if once they were done saving the world Sam and Dean actually invited other hunters to move into the bunker with them. Obviously Dean wants that to include Cas but doesn’t know how to use his words.

the taste of gravel in the mouth by deathbanjo, 22.4k, explicit This is what Cas gave up Heaven for: greasy diner food, shitty motel rooms with even shittier cable, long car rides spent in complete silence except for the same six tapes playing over and over again, and a burnt-out husk of a man who can barely hold a conversation anymore. Angst fic! They go on a road trip and Dean is severely fucked up post-Mark of Cain.

Unknown Quantities by xylodemon, 8.6k, explicit No one ever tells Dean anything. Another nice getting-together fic.

Creature of Habit by trinityofone, 5.2k, teen The more you love someone, the more you want to kill them. Or: How Cas developed some bad habits, and Dean coped surprisingly well. This one is ancient by destiel standards (written during season 5) but it manages to nail the married couple vibes they give off in later seasons. Cas is a bitch and Dean likes him so much. <3

The (Mostly Accidental) Courtship of Dean Winchester by Tuesday, 11.2k, mature Angelic marriage rites were never intended to go quite like this. Another old one that is a lot of fun! They get Accidental Angel Married and if you don’t enjoy dumb fanfiction tropes like that I don’t know what to say to you.

Vena Amoris and Other Old-Fashioned Bullshit by pyrebi, 4k, teen In which angelic marriage bonds are apparently stupidly easy to trigger, Cas wages multidimensional war in Heaven, Dean can't catch a break like ever, Sam rather enjoys being a dick, love saves the day, and nobody consummates anything. The OTHER accidental angel marriage fic written in 2010. 

Crazy Diamonds by pantheon_of_discord, 24.8k, explicit A week ago, Dean was pulled out of Hell. Now, he’s apparently woken up in 2018, and the angel that a mere twenty-four hours beforehand had threatened to chuck him back into the pit is sleepily pouring himself coffee and wearing Dean’s second-favourite Zeppelin shirt. It all seems like a perfect happy ending, but with Hell’s scars still so fresh, Dean can’t imagine how he could have possibly gotten there. At the same time, the Dean who went to sleep in the bunker, right next to Cas, wakes up on Bobby’s couch in 2008. He’s instantly bombarded with questions by a Lilith-obsessed brother and a man who’s been dead for years, and must decide between keeping his finally-perfect life intact, and the lives he could save by re-writing history. Regardless of these choices, both Deans are trapped in the wrong decade, and their only way back lies with a Castiel still very much under Heaven’s thumb – one who might find the future Dean describes difficult to believe. Time travel is FUN. There’s an excellent part where (minor spoilers) future!Dean is like, “Guess what, asshole? You like me so much you marry me!!!!!!!!!!!” to 2008!Castiel that made me laugh out loud the first time I read it. Also just a good reminder of how most problems in life are temporary and if you could go back in time to talk to your younger self you’d be like, “Hey man. Chill out. You get through it.”

The Path of Fireflies by museaway, 63.7k, mature After his humanity is restored, Dean wakes up in bed with Castiel, a wedding ring, and no memory of the past twelve years. There’s a lot of amnesia fic and djinn fic out there were Dean wakes up ~suddenly together with Cas~ but I like this one in particular because he’s initially very confused and kind of a dick about it until he acknowledges that being with Cas makes him happy.

take the long way home by dothraki_shieldmaiden, 95k, explicit Three months ago, when Dean decided to retire, he thought his life was going to end up differently. He'd thought that he might get to have it all, Sam, Cas, Jack, and nice little place to live. Instead he gets Sam and Jack off on their Summer of Love Tour, radio silence from Cas, and a never-ending road trip consisting of himself. Still reeling from the loss of his grace, Castiel travels the country in search of hunts. Driven by a need to prove his usefulness, he pushes himself beyond all limits of endurance. Together, with the help of a few friends, a crumbling Victorian house, and a stray cat, Dean and Castiel patch themselves back together and create a home together. Do you wanna read almost one hundred thousand words of Dean and Cas having extremely intense feelings but refusing to voice them aloud? Haha of course you do that’s why you’re here. There’s also a lot about Cas adjusting to being human and being depressed about it which might resonate if you’ve ever felt weird about having a body. To be honest the author could stand to use a few more commas but there were also half a dozen moments that made me put my phone down and drag my hand slowly over my face and whisper “oh my god” to myself which is like, the ultimate measure of a good fanfiction so it gets to be on the list.

like moses and batman and james dean by saltyfeathers, 31.6k, explicit dean used to turn tricks. over a decade later, he met cas. Have you seen the fanon (apparently pioneered by Mr. Jackles “Original Deankin” Ackles himself) that Dean used to prostitute himself to feed himself and Sam when they were younger? Are you interested in exploring that concept in fanfiction? Well, this is the only fic you need. Mind the tags on this one! It’s not what I’d call happy but it’s good.

Some Assembly Required by narrow_staircases, 47k, mature It’s September of 2005, and Dean Winchester, in an attempt to outrun old mistakes and painful memories, finds himself in southern Kentucky on a wild goose chase. He’s completely certain this weird religious movement he’s “investigating” is a hoax, despite the miraculous healings people report, and he’ll be back on the road in a day or two. Things are looking up when he meets Cas, an awkward (and gorgeous) graduate student who’s actually doing honest-to-god research into the local tent revival meetings. When that research takes a weird and personal turn, Dean’s left to face two very serious realities: one, this may be a real case after all, and two, he’s fallen way harder for Cas than he should ever have let himself. Stanford-era AU of Dean trying to avoid his father and getting in over his head on a case.

Alternate universe:

And This, Your Living Kiss by opal_bullets, 57k, mature Only a very few people in the world know that the celebrated and reclusive poet Jack Allen is just Kansas mechanic Dean Winchester, a high school dropout with a few bucks to his name. Not that it matters anymore; life has left him so wrung out he never wants to pick up another pen. Until, that is, a string of coincidences leads Dean to auditing a poetry course with one Dr. Castiel Novak. The  professor is wildly intelligent, devastatingly handsome...and just so happens to be academia's foremost expert on the poetry of Jack Allen. Mundane AUs in this fandom have to be really, really good to catch my attention and this one is! It’s exactly what it says in the summary and the characterization is spot-on. 

Out to Drift by deathbanjo, 20.9k, mature Dean drives a black car with a loud engine. He lies too easily. He keeps a gun in the back of his jeans, and Castiel isn’t sure, but he wouldn’t be surprised if Dean has killed someone before. Two people in fucked-up unstable situations meeting and forming a connection. Honestly guys I really just love deathbanjo.

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YULETIDE BOOK REVIEW

The Wimbourne Book of Victorian Ghost Stories, Volume 1

Edited and with an Introduction by Alastair Gunn

Winter is the season of ghosts. As the nights grow longer and the days colder, as the trees turn to twisted skeletons and the land itself goes to sleep, it is said that the walls between worlds grow thin, allowing the dead- and other, stranger spirits- to step into our world. If you look at Yule traditions outside of America, you’ll find hordes of ghosts, witches, trolls, household spirits, and other things creeping around the outside walls or hiding behind the stove.

This Yuletide spookiness underlies the British tradition of telling ghost stories around Christmas. When you hear “Christmas ghosts” you probably think of Charles Dickens’s “A Christmas Carol” (and maybe also the line about how “there’ll be scary ghost stories” from the song “It’s The Most Wonderful Time of the Year”).  But this was just one among many in a long history of tales. And indeed, it was only one among man Christmas ghost story Dickens wrote.  

Winter ghost stories have been told in Europe for centuries, but in Britain the tradition really took off in the Victorian period. These tended to be what you might call “cozy” stories. The protagonists were often well-to-do or at least comfortably off. The hauntings frequently took place in or around a stately manor or otherwise well-furnished dwelling. These were tales meant to spook, but not horrify. Something to create a little creepy fun on a cold winter’s night. What M.R. James called “a pleasing terror”.

The Wimbourne Book of Victorian Ghost Stories is actually a series of anthologies collecting dozens of ghostly tales from the late 19th and early 20th centuries.  Each volume has a theme for the included authors, and this first volume focuses on women writers of British ghost stories.

Though many of these tales ae meant to be light, there are still plenty with a gothic sense of dread such as Elizabeth Gaskell’s “The Old Nurse’s Story”, or Isabella Banks “Wraith-Haunted”. Others are quieter, moody encounters such as Amelia B. Edwards “How the Third Floor Knew the Potteries”, or Louisa Baldwin’s “How He Left the Hotel” (I’m particularly fond of the latter tale because I find the thought of being an elevator-operator in a haunted hotel oddly quaint and charming).

Some stories are just short descriptions of ghostly encounters, such as Mary Louisa Molesworth’s “The Story of the Rippling Train”, or Ellen Wood’s “Seen in the Moonlight”. Then there are tales that are phantasmagoric enigmas such as Rhoda Broughton’s “The Man With the Nose” which has lots of Freudian and even feminist themes to it.

Many of the stories are written as if they were transcriptions of a narrator relating a story to friends- likely because they were meant to be read out loud to an audience gathered around the fireplace. The effect gives the tales a distinct feel that can take some getting used to. Also, some of the cultural attitudes can be dissonant or off-putting at times coming as they do from a society and time period obsessed with class and maintaining social mores. Though the only story that really falls flat is Lilian Giffen’s “The Ghost of the Belle-Alliance Plantation” which relies on a weird racist trope for its big jump-scare moment.

Overall, however, there is enough variety in the tones and themes of these stories that a reader will likely find several favorites. You can get a copy of the Wimbourne Book of Victorian Ghost Stories: Volume One right here.

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Near The Water’s Edge:  Chapter One

After fleeing your abusive husband, you find yourself in the small coastal town of July, North Carolina. Soon you meet Frankie Morales, Air Force Veteran and single dad. As the two of you grow closer, you begin to let go of your past and learn to love again. That is until a strange man shows up in town, and you 're forced to choose between your safety or the safety of the people that you love.

Inspired by the novel “Safe Haven” written by Nicolas Sparks. 

Frankie Morales x Female Reader 

Rating: 18+ / Heavy adult themes eventual smut.

Trigger Warnings: Domestic Abuse, Drowning, Dark Water. 

Word Count: 1744

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Chapter One 

Aggressively American, that was the only fitting description of the place you found yourself in. July was a coastal town located in the southern part of North Carolina. It was pronounced like ‘Julie’ but nobody ever called it that. It had been the farthest place your two hundred dollars in cash could take you; and as the greyhound pulled away, you wondered if you should have chosen Nebraska instead. 

It wasn’t that the town was dirty, quite the opposite actually...it just felt manufactured. Too perfect to be real. The streets were named things like Liberty and Independence. The shop fronts were brick and all along the main street there were American flags and flower pots holding red, white and blue geraniums.

The name Norman Rockwell came to mind. 

As you walked along the main street, you surveyed the many shopfronts. To a passerby it seemed as though you were looking to buy something - in your mind, however, your thoughts were racing.

‘I made a mistake, I know I did.’ You analyzed the last few hours, replaying the memories over and over again as if on VHS; scrutinizing every last detail. ‘He would track me down, find me - by morning. Should I go back? No- it was too late for that.’

It was still early in the afternoon, but finding a place to sleep tonight was paramount. The trip had taken eleven hours straight through. Only ever stopping to change buses and refuel - you were exhausted and your muscles ached. 

‘Food,’ you thought ‘I should eat…’ 

But did you have enough? Depending on how much a motel cost around here, you figured you would only have enough to cover a room for one night. So food would have to wait. 

As you rounded a corner, you were met with the sight of the bay. It wasn’t anything like the brown water in New Jersey, the water here was a deep green. The boats created little swells along the surface, and the sun’s glint off the peaks made it look like the water was filled with emeralds. 

On the left side of the street stood a marina and dockside restaurant. The smell of food made your stomach grumble. On the right side was a series of Victorian style houses, stone pillars and large porches dominated the structures. 

A sign in front of one had caught your attention: American Dreams B&B.

‘Jesus’ you thought ‘they’re really leaning into this whole aesthetic aren’t they?’

A bell on the front door chimed as you entered. The decor of the place looked dated; as if it hadn’t been touched since the 80s. Lots of wood tones and floral patterns. You didn’t mind it though…. it made you feel at home. 

An older woman was sitting at the front desk watching a soap opera on a little TV perched on the counter. She looked up and smiled as you approached. 

“Hello there. How can I help you today?”

“Do you have any rooms open?”

“Sure do, we have three vacancies right now.”

Relief washed over you, “what’s the nightly rate for the smallest?”

“That would be the pink room at $175 a night.”

More than you had anticipated…. “All take it, thank you.”

The woman turned to the computer. The monitor was old and heavy- it looked bigger than the TV. “Driver’s license?”

You hadn’t even thought of that… “I don’t have one, would a birth certificate work?” 

You cringed at the sound of it. Who carries around a birth certificate as identification? It was all you had, so you gave it to her, however you knew that the odd request made you stick out in the woman’s mind. Surely she would remember you if someone came asking…

The woman hesitated but took the certificate, reading it out loud “Summer Emma Sparks.”

You swallowed hard and shifted on your feet, feeling sick. The circumstances surrounding how you secured the certificate flooding your mind...

‘I needed it,’ you remind yourself.

The woman, whose name you found out to be Mae, handed you a key and sent you on your way. Now the plan would be to look for a job, something that worked off of tips. Having as much cash available to take with you at a moment’s notice was important. First, though, you would sleep. 

And as the tide lapped against the boat dock across the street, you slipped into the darkest, soundest slumber you had in years. You were safe for the time being. 

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There was something to be said about the little joys surrounding small town life. In New Jersey neighbors barely knew each other, and would even go so far as to avert their eyes or turn their backs when passing them on the street. Here though, people were kind. 

Too kind sometimes, always pressing you with questions...you couldn’t fault them for it though. If you were here under normal circumstances, you would have welcomed such friendly chatter. It almost pained you to be so dismissive, but you needed to be, for your safety and theirs. The less anybody knows about you, the better. 

You set down a tray of empty cups and looked at the clock on the wall, debating whether to take another table. Even though your shift technically didn’t end for another twenty minutes, most of the night servers were already here and the day had been long.

You managed to get a job at the restaurant next to the marina on your second day in town. The owner suggested you start the following weekend, but you persuaded him to let you train that day just so you could get the free meal that they provided with every shift. The tips weren’t enough to buy a hotel room though, and so you had to sleep on the beach that night.

Thankfully, the tips for the last few days had been good, allowing you to buy a week in the bed-and-breakfast. Most of the servers at the restaurant were teenagers who could only work the evenings, allowing you to take as many morning and afternoon shifts as you wanted. Sometimes there would be another server with you, but most days you were alone. You didn’t mind one bit, the dining room was small and easy for you to handle by yourself. 

You had your eye on a few rental properties on the far side of town. A mobile home community offering one bedroom complexes for dirt cheap prices. You were suspicious at first, but after taking a walk through the neighborhood you realized most of the people who lived there were snowbirds or weekend warriors. 

Those residents who did live their full time seemed like you, friendly people who had fallen on bad times. They weren’t the confederate flag wielding, dip spitting, rednecks you first thought they would be; and for that you were thankful. 

“Summer….. Summer.” 

You turned suddenly, remembering that was your name. “Yeah?”

Your boss was holding two containers of soup “do me a favor and put these in the fridge before you go?”

“Of course,” you said, allowing him to pass the containers off to you. 

The fridge was a separate unit out back; it looked like a little shed. From where you were, you could see a full view of the marina. It was set a little farther back than the restaurant. To the left, lines of boats bobbed up and down with the tide. There was a parking lot next to that, then at the very end was a house... or what you assumed was a house. 

Elevated about six feet on stilts and spanning two stories high. It wasn’t anything like the grand Victorians that stood opposite of it. It was unassuming, modern and clean. Your eyes fixed on movement off to the side. Below the house to the right, you noticed a little girl. She had to be no more than three years of age, reaching for something over the bulkhead. A feeling of dread clutched at your stomach. 

‘She’s going to fall’ you thought suddenly. 

Both containers of soup hit the ground and exploded - painting the side of the building. You didn’t even notice as you sprinted down the shelled driveway towards the house. The splash came as soon as you threw open the gate and without even a moment of hesitation; you jumped into the water. 

It was freezing, like little needles pricking your skin from all sides. The salt water stung your eyes like something wicked, but you forced yourself to keep them open. You scanned what was around you, murky green darkness and foliage that reached up from the sand like the tendrils of a kraken. Threatening to grab you and pull you down into its watery depths. 

Your eyes landed on a flash of pink below. With all of your strength you pushed yourself forward, hooking an arm around the girl and bringing you both to the surface. Just as you broke through the world above, you saw a man skid to a stop and reach for the girl in your arms. 

You gasped, and the little girl coughed and hiccuped... then started to cry. It was music to your ears; it meant that she was breathing. You held the girl up as far as possible; the man took her and moved away from the bulkhead. 

“Make sure she’s okay,” you choked, the water assaulting your senses. You tread for a moment longer before the man reappeared and offered you his hand. You took it and he pulled you from the water easily. 

Bracing yourself on the bulkhead you brought your weight over the rest of the way. The man immediately turned his attention back to the little girl, bringing her to his chest and clutching her as she wailed. 

You blinked, hands coming up to rub the salt from your eyes, the world coming back into focus. The man was older, wearing a navy blue baseball cap and a grey flannel. 

His brown eyes still held a spark of panic in them as he looked at you. “I don’t know how I could ever thank you enough….she was right there, then I turned around and….” He held onto her a little tighter and sighed, closing his eyes. The little girl was settling into a mess of sniffles and whimpers. “Don’t ever do that again, baby,” he breathed. 

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