#but my brain WI LL. NOT LET ME

[stormbreaker-290]

G u h

[yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere]

💜 #TimmyAndrews coming out scene in #TheCraftLegacy #TheCraftLegacy2020 played by #NicholasGalitzine hits so hard, and it's just so well done-as a bi person i'm so grateful it exists.

full: https://youtu.be/uZkeDxzNsHA?list=LL

bi ig highlight : https://www.instagram.com/stories/highlights/18280848235083086/

[pilesoflove]

You like them better than me

You like them better than me

You like them better than me

You like them better than me

You like them better than me

You like them better than me

You like them better than me

You like them better than me

GOD, WHY AM I OBSESSED WHY CAN'T YOU JUST AAAGGG WI LL YOU PAY ATTENTION TO ME IF I IGNORE EVERYONE? IF I POUR MY ENTIRE HEART OUT? WHEN I RIP MY ORGANS OUT AND LEAVE YOU TO CHERISH THEM? OR DO YOU JUST NOT GIVE A FUCK?? Do you hate me?? Am I annoying?? Am I not interesting enough for you? Am I not enough? Should I change my entire personality like I do with everyone else? I thought you were special. I thought you’d love me even if I wasn't exactly the perfect personality for you but.. I can't tell anymore. Do you not trust me enough to vent? Am I too overwhelming? I’ll stop writing paragraphs for you!! I’ll just comfort you with small words or something. I’m just a second choice to you, aren't I? Was I ever your priority like how you were mine for so fucking long? Are we not even friends now? Am I your real friend cause I thought I was?

I wanted to heal that little girl in you and I’m failing I’m so sorry I’m so sorry please I’m genuinely crying in my fucking sleep why can't I comfort you why can't I be perfect god god god god let me just hold you close and heal you, let's hold each other in silence, hold hands and sleep together for all eternity, to forget all our worries but no you wouldn't want to do that with me cause I’m just fucking delusional and just sick in the brain

You don't love me you want someone else to devote yourself to. It's okay! I’ll cope with it again, I’ll do it again and again and again and again till you do suicide and I can finally kill myself

why am I crying I’m stupid I hope my mom kills me before I do. Sometimes I regret that pinky promise since I am genuinely motivated to kill myself right now. I felt so happy a minute ago.. What the hell happened

I’m dramatic as fuck and you would probably just judge me for that considering how you’re acting now. I want to be nice I really am trying but I’m sick and tired. Just give me a piece of attention. Show me you actually care and I can move on with life. Please I’m actually crying in my bed, for you pathetically for you.

[lancashire-poems]

Foot Passengers, Keep To The Right

Foalk tell us there's sarmons i' stones: Excuse me for bein' so bowd, But aw'm just o' th' same mind as Tom Jones, 'At sich sarmons as thoose 'll feel cowd. This 'o mine, tho' it's noan o' th' first stamp, Is as good as this heart can indite; Mi text, taen fro' th' post ov a lamp, Is- "Foot Passengers, keep to the right."

An' furstly, aw'd ha' yo' beware O' that dandy 'at's struttin' through th' street; For he mak's more ado ov his hair, Than he does ov his brains, a fine seet! There's words o' deceit on his tongue, Calculated fair prospects to blight; If yo tread i' his steps you'll be wrong, Young fellows! keep on to the right.

Let the standard yo' go by be true, Measure man by his mind, not his purse; There's mony a great squire 'at's a foo', An' a drunken foo' too, an' that's worse. We'n rich men areawnd one could name, Who are hurried whoam drunk every night, That's no reason why yo' should do th' same, Foot passengers, keep to the right. Let your motives be upright an' pure, Proceedin' fro' hearts fill'd wi' love; Extend your kind acts to the poor, Seek wisdom an' help fro' above. To lead foalk to virtue an' God, Exert o' your influence an' might. Bid 'em guard against fashion's smooth road, Ask 'em kindly to keep to the right. Keep eawt o' thoose man-traps, mi boys, Th' "Pig an' Whistle," th' "Black Horse," an' th' "Blue Bell," They're nobbut owd Satan's fawse toys, To beguile, an' allure yo' to hell! Oh! as long as yo' toddle through th' world, Mak' the law o' the Lord your delight; Let th' chart o' God's truth be unfurl'd, It'll point yo' an' keep yo' to th' right. Th' owd Tempter'll come wi' his wiles, To prevent yo' fro' choosin' th' reet track; Never heed his fine coaxin' an' smiles, But, like Jesus, just tell him t' stond back. I' th' strait narrow way allis tead, Should yo' live till your locks are grown white; - Hoary hairs'll be th' creawn o' your yead, Iv yo'll mind an' keep on to the right.

When dark cleawds o' adversity come, An' hang o'er your yead like a pall, Keep an anxious look eawt for your whoam, An' be ready, your Master will call! When your sky is o cloudless an' clear, When your prospects are hopeful an' bright, Beware! for a storm may be near; Be cautious, an' keep to the right.

When death your last summons shall bring, An' tells yo' t' pack up an' begone, Yo' can calmly, resignedly sing, "Tha'rt welcome, reet welcome, owm mon!" Oh, heaw th' angels i' heaven will rejoice That moment your soul ta'es its flight; An' you'll hear Christ's own welcomin' voice, "Come up hither, my friend, to the right!" ~ Lancashire Songs, Poems, Tales & Recitations by Samuel Laycock, 1886. Been ill for the past week or so, typical timing with Christmas. Coincidentally this next song is one of religion. I'm not entirely sure on any previous songs this one would fit to melody-wise, but it's a nice one regardless.

[libidomechanica]

To pleaseth you can do

In lucendo,’ not what in shiny blackbird’s feet.     That love, a spring, and the nuptial couch is but still as I may not be told of the     mind and her beauty growth, I fought not

of Woman born? And the Dew-locks father and     powerless, aghast! They must do: for none heard a bush my earth; while thilke same, we’ll never knowing     on his own identically,

perched on to be ground. But little God I heard of     Sin pierce stars were soon his way said I, o’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis—for shameful     jest, we have wept, he sat with holy

came; but Iphigene to say, is the foes. A     woman’s hand in the integrity of the day. The things: yet my heauy mould the Maids drew     him—could not the wind—shaking mightily

pight: I knocked the fair to outward than me, that     which wounded in her navel the turn those loue though her to the snake, my courage early     known the least we that I shall liking,

darkening touched in a halcyon sea. Where disabled,     unpreparates what has a kid, but coast, am given signes of lilies     once more dazle the gallows-tree, sacred

with pipe gives o’er the pass, where ours, and as a     sin, but silent, she point, I put my Corinna, come and after here sits and your belles     and flowers and with a haughtier smilest,

dearest and hour assigned, to see. To beguile     he toil’d: the executioner of the name is Jupiter, Care,—I wish is quite. Save     to close at hands mumble looked with buegle

about me then to grown and strangers to be     eddying hame fair. Ones the Lyons house did bid me because ye hae thee accloieth, my     Sinnamon sung, with rapid pace to lose,

thy brain white as we trust! That shuts itself would hold     thing I desperate now at length, to Loues indeed: we walk’d, and purple throat, before up     all care league be all you prefigure

at my faults with you care a vessel bear with     eternities in the winds are truly boring appears;—and with Heaven’s despite. So true,     no tender is lustlessness; and then

I met your mind, with she threw him seem long ago,     ’ she signes of want of blisse. Mine, minding in a dance, chatter pleasing hair, other it     should all that it is lent his staff, stood

a moment after much I bear the soul, and pleasure,     than by the least not bears the lines and let’s goe a short can never knows the could it     sound; he spoke too ripe, and sorely hurt.

With gloom. Not all I love exhausts itself, and feare.     The unblessed was far too long past that which precious is my breast: whilome in your eyes,     in vain, the desert rove? Meeting somewhere

are She pauses between St. For he to walk     with trees of my blood heart, ye’ll fall, thy cup’s heart, and his trodde in the hearts shouldst owe. And, brushed     him with open Door. To pleaseth you

can do. And your Georgian and apt to be monopoly��     the heart.—Must we thou art praise best, and up the ragged pine—a greene, a singing     out o’ h—ll. Shun which they rang like

to mince their full of some men can expound the who     looks down, but wise it was my breast. The stopped her growth and Doom: the oak and flowers, although     the female rank and studied lessons

rather and the Outward they hold on. From bonds without     alarm came to ye, my labouring night rest of leave found the lid. But, trowth, I fought     as if she knew him—could strangers walk

here. And the lawns, while and Beauty of the morn her     abide by side,—so beauty moue; whose luminous base. Softens above alone, to join     his cost too daring to the tongue was

wondered in a crescent, the Tigris hath gain’d of     quick like to his altered on again. The flesh by their own way, and Dudu, who’s     We simply nor whole, the change his feel?

[xchoco-mixturex]

*watching for the 10th time the gift on my DM that my friend made for me* <3

[totallynotafetishblog]

Smoke

I've been inspired by @dodecahedral's excellent A/nakin fics and my brain has been All Star Wars All The Time for months, so I wrote a little ~870 word Ob/i-w/an thing set in the Clone Wars-era. Enjoy!

The grimy Coruscant back alley reeked of alcohol and delinquency. Obi-Wan and Anakin were searching for a mobster who was reportedly involved with a Separatist plot to kidnap Senator Organa, and their investigation had brought them to this seedy club in the lower levels. The club was invite-only, and the bouncer had proven surprisingly resistant to mind tricks, forcing the two Jedi to lurk out back until their mobster slipped out or they came up with a better plan.

Anakin glanced down the alley. "If we stay here much longer, someone's going to take notice. We have to find a way in."

"I'm open to suggestions," Obi-Wan replied.

"We could always try the employee entrance."

"I have a feeling we'll run into a similar problem as we did with our friend at the front door. I'm not sure we'll be able to slip past security so easily."

"Do you have any better suggestions? Because so far, your plan has consisted of standing in an alleyway and hoping the person we're looking for stumbles into us."

Obi-Wan sighed and put his hand to his chin. "I suppose the employee entrance is worth a shot."

Before they could discuss their plan further, the door slid open and a grizzled human man stepped out, no doubt some bartender on a break. He leaned against the wall, pulled a cigarra out of his pocket, lit it, and took a long drag.

Anakin gave the man a once-over then turned to Obi-Wan, his voice low. "What do you think? Think he could be persuaded to let us in?"

Obi-Wan smirked. "Leave it to me." He crossed the alley, approaching the bartender who looked up as Obi-Wan neared and blew out a puff of smoke.

"Can I help you?" the man asked in a way which suggested he had no intention of helping.

Obi-Wan tried to ignore both the man's tone and the thick cloud of cigarra smoke swirling around their heads. Having never been a smoker himself, he didn't know much about the varieties of cigarras, but this particular kind had a pungent, earthy smell which he found unpleasant.

"Indeed you can." Obi-Wan raised his hand in front of the bartender's face and spoke slowly. "You will..." A poorly timed inhale filled Obi-Wan's nose and lungs with smoke, and his body was overcome with the urge to free itself from the irritant. Knowing that the mind trick would fail if he broke concentration, Obi-Wan attempted to power through and pay no attention to the tickling sensation.

“You wi-ih-ll...” The itch spiralled deeper into his sinuses, demanding Obi-Wan’s attention. He needed to sneeze. He wouldn’t, not yet, but the need grew stronger with every passing moment. "You will let my friend and I-ih-HIH!"

He was desperate to rub his nose or blow it or do something, anything, to quell the nagging itch, but he didn't dare move and let his focus falter. Even as his eyes began to water and his voice wavered, he refused to give in and again tried to finish his sentence, much more quickly this time, the words running together. "You-will-let-my-friend-and-I-enter-this-establishment."

The man snorted. "I most certainly will not."

Well, that had been a bust. He knew that, realistically, his concentration had been broken the second he felt the itch, but he had hoped that somehow, if he fought it, he could still pull off the mind trick. No point holding back now, anyway. Obi-Wan brought the sleeve of his robe over his nose and let the growing tickle overtake him. "hi'ISHhhiew! ESHhhiew!" He had never been prone to long fits, but the effect of the smoke was profound. Blinking back irritated tears, he surfaced for a breath before immediately folding back over into his sleeve. "ATSHhhOO! hih'ITSHhOO! hih-ih... HIH'SHhIEW!"

"Dank farrik, man. What's wrong with you?" Despite his gruff tone, the bartender reached into his pocket and pulled out a rag which he offered to Obi-Wan. The Jedi accepted it to avoid being rude, though he had a handkerchief of his own buried in his robes and he dreaded to think where the rag had been.

"My deepest apologies," Obi-Wan said after blotting his nose. "Have a good night."

Obi-Wan crossed the alley back to Anakin, the bartender shaking his head in confusion before taking another drag on his cigarra.

Anakin glared at Obi-Wan. "What was that?" he asked, gesturing back toward the bartender.

Obi-Wan sniffed and tended to his nose again. "It's that blasted smoke. I've always hated the smell."

"Seriously, Obi-Wan?" Anakin said with a smirk. "Let me handle this."

Obi-Wan prepared to shoot back with a snappy retort or a plea to be careful or something somewhere in between, but Anakin was already striding over to the bartender and waving a hand in front of his face. The bartender's expression went blank and he opened the door, ushering Anakin inside. Anakin beckoned Obi-Wan over. He followed, a bizarre combination of pride and embarrassment mixing in his chest that his former Padawan had succeeded where he failed. Inside the club, it was musty and dim and, unfortunately, cloudy with cigarra smoke. Obi-Wan sniffled, sighed, and braced himself for what was sure to be a long night.

[dingledinosaur]

what time really is

I'll get on to it in a second so there was Jerry, he worked in iron had great burly hands and no fingerprints poor old Jerry when they couldn't find prints on his wife they thought it was him old Jerry I'll get on to it in a second tell me do you know how to make C4? How to work a cycling elevator? Do you know how to remember a picture you always used to see now I only dream it I'm getting to it you ever wake up and forget where you were midsentence or midday so give me a break I ruptured my hands in the mines they had to resew them back on to me I'll get on to it in a second but you know, let me explain it, let me say, let me explain, you ever get the feeling that it's never going to end I'm getting to going on forever that one day I'll wake up and I won't remember y what was I saying, I'll get to it, that was it wasn't it, we were just there, I wasn't just a quark in a brain I was there! How could you let go of me how could you let me fall it's dark down here let's I'll grab on let's I'll get on to it in a second cup of tea, 2 sugars? None? nothing harms you a bit of sugar, no diabeetus, why don't have some? What? Oh you don't eat meat do you nothing harms ya in a bit of meat go on have a tas what you saying, want some tea? I ever tell you about old Jerry? Guy didn't have hands but they found them on his wife I'll get to it in a second how could you leaveme want some teameat i'll g e t to i t I will get to what you are asking me about time I remember, 2 sugars remember, 2 sugars

[reidmorefic]

Safe // S.R (Part 1)

I would like to apologize for the extreme delay. I hated what I originally wrote and I just couldn’t find a flow for the story. Today I got home from work and I knew exactly what I wanted... kind of. So here is Part 1 of Lawyer!Y/N and Spencer. I’m not sure how many parts there will be but I’m still writing and I’m on part two. Please ignore any typos or mistakes, I’ll try to go back and edit another time. For now, enjoy! 

Part 1 / Part 2 

Spencer’s hand brushed over your back. 

With a small shiver, you turned your face into his chest with closed eyes. This was one of those mornings that made getting out of bed impossible. Nothing would please you more than laying in bed with Spencer for the entire day, but you knew it wasn’t likely. Both of you would be off to work within a few hours and there was no guarantee that Spencer would even make it home at the end of the night. It was time to face the sad truth and get out of the very comfortable bed you wanted to stay in for the rest of your life. With a sigh, you lifted your head up, your eyes drifting over Spencer’s neck and then the features of his face. His eyes were still closed, his breathing soft. His hair was tousled and messy and there was stubble dusting over his top lip and his jaw. Biting the inside of your cheek, you tried to hold back a smile. He was so cute. Sometimes you couldn’t believe just how cute he was. 

“You’re staring at me.” Your eyes fell to his lips as he mumbled. 

“I can’t help it.” You whispered, rubbing his chest softly. “I think you’re cute and I like to look at you.” 

Spencer opened his eyes, his face soft but serious. Spencer didn’t smile at you often. It had nothing to do with his happiness or even you. It had everything to do with the wheels turning in his brain. Every second was being etched into his memory, processing through his thoughts until he had taken everything in. It was something you appreciated about him. You loved that he was so thoughtful After a few moments of deep thinking, Spencer lifted a hand up to brush away a few strands of hair that had fallen in your face. A very faint smile pulled at the corner of his lips. With a simple scrunch of your nose, you had Spencer chuckling. 

“I think you’re pretty cute, too.” He whispered as you lowered your head. Kissing Spencer felt like a daydream. It was sweet, quick, and by the time you pulled away you were lightheaded and in a daze. “What would you like for breakfast this morning?” 

“Spencer, you don’t have to make me breakfast.” With a little bit of a struggle, you found yourself on top of Spencer. His hands moved to settle on your thighs as you rested your own on his chest. “It’s too much.” 

“I don’t think so.” Spencer said softly. “We spend so little time together that I feel like making breakfast is a way for me to show you affection.” 

“That’s sweet.” You mumbled, your bottom lip pushing out into a soft pout. “Toast is good, Spencer.” 

“Just toast?” He raised his eyebrows in amusement. “Do you want eggs with that? Maybe something else? Don’t say no just because you don’t want to inconvenience me.” 

“Okay, eggs do sound pretty good right now.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “I have to take a shower. I won’t have time to get ready if I don’t get up now.”

“Go on.” Spencer squeezed your thighs softly. “Breakfast will be ready when you get out.”

“Thank you, Spencer.” 

Reluctantly, you pulled away from Spencer and made your way to the bathroom. After a quick shower, you felt ready to take on the day ahead of you. Monday was never an easy day. Work was filled with new cases, paperwork, and never ending emails that kept you busy every moment of the day. Then there was the matter of Spencer and the BAU. You spent most of your Mondays distracted and worried that Spencer wouldn’t make it home. There was always a chance that he would get called away on a case for the week. If you were lucky, he would be home by Friday night. Unfortunately, you weren’t always that lucky. You hated worrying about him. You knew what the risks were when you decided to enter a relationship with him. That didn’t mean you had to like it. Once you were dressed, you made your way into the kitchen where Spencer was finishing up breakfast. 

“It smells like coffee in here.” You hummed, your hands preoccupied with the clasp of the necklace you picked out from your wardrobe. You walked over to the coffee pot, cursing under your breath. “Stupid clasp.”

“Here,” Spencer brushed his hand over your hip, turning your body gently so that your back was facing his front. “Let me do it. Pour your coffee.” 

“Thank you.” You smiled, reaching for your coffee cup that he set on the counter. “No phone calls this morning?” 

“No.” It took Spencer a few seconds to clasp your necklace. He brushed his hands over your biceps, leaning forward to kiss the back of your head. “I hope this is a normal Monday. I wouldn’t mind missing out on a case this week.” 

“I wouldn’t mind that either.” You turned around, your coffee cup warming your palms. “Thank you for breakfast, honey. I appreciate it.” 

“You’re welcome.” Spencer pressed his lips to yours. “I like this dress. It looks good on you.” 

“Yeah?” You asked, walking over to the kitchen table where Spencer had set breakfast out. “I can’t decide if I should wear heels or flats today.” 

“Heels.” 

Spencer didn’t miss a beat. 

You turned back, your lips rolled in and your eyes wide as you looked at Spencer in amusement . You tried to hold a giddy laugh back as his cheeks grew pink. It wasn’t the heels that had a significance to either of you, but they did play a big part in a very special memory you shared.

“Heels it is.” You said softly, smiling at him as you pulled your chair out from the table. 

Maybe today didn’t have to be like every other Monday. 

//

You walked into the law firm you worked for with your second cup of coffee in hand and a smile on your face so wide it hurt your cheeks. It was your fault you were thirty minutes late, but it was Spencer’s fault for being so distracting. You spent twenty minutes under him on his couch, kissing until your lipstick was gone and your lips were numb. You wanted more, you always did when it came to Spencer, but it dawned on you that there was a mandatory meeting you had to attend at 10:30. Spencer walked you out to your car, kissing you for a few minutes more before letting you go. You opened your office door, jumping when you turned the light on. 

“You’re late.” 

“Fuck, Joe!” You reached up, pressing your free hand to your chest as your colleague smiled at you from the couch on your office wall. “What the hell are you doing in my office?”

“You’re late.” He said again. 

“Don’t you have work to do Joe? In your own office?” You walked over to your desk, setting your work bag down on your desk. 

“Why so hostile?” He chuckled standing up from your couch. “Is your boyfriend not keeping you satisfied?” 

“Get out of my office, Joe.” You snapped. “And make sure you don’t break in again. Next time I won’t be so forgiving.”

“Such a princess.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets, sauntering up to your desk with a devious smirk on his face. “I don’t remember you being like that at Harvard. As a matter of fact, I remember you being a lot more... loose.” 

Your stomach dropped as Joe reached out to tap the top of your desk. He winked at you before he walked out of your office. It was hard not to think about Harvard when Joe was around. He was someone that you met Freshman year and for some reason you hadn’t been able to shake him from your life. It was still unclear to you why he was hired at the same Law Firm as you. He always talked about moving to the West Coast to pursue law. Why he was in D.C instead, you couldn’t figure out. In the few years that you worked together, Joe never actually mentioned Harvard to you. That was something you had both let go a long time ago.  

Why did he pick today of all day’s to mention Harvard? It left you unsettled and nervous. You stared ahead of you, your eyes trained on the wall in front of you as you tried to control your emotions. It didn’t work though. Your eyes burned as your vision grew blurry with tears. When the first one fell, you tried to shake off the guilt and anger bubbling up inside of you. Old feelings that you decided to bury long ago were resurfacing. You reached your hands up to wipe at the few stray tears that had fallen on your cheek. This was not the time or place for this. You wouldn’t let a stupid remark from Joe ruin your day. It probably didn’t mean anything. You were probably overreacting just like you were back then. The phone on your desk started to ring, making you jump in your seat. You reached over, pressing the speaker button to accept the call from your Assistant. 

“Hey, you have someone on the line for you.” Amanda said. “I think it’s Spencer.”

“You think?” You reached over for a tissue from the edge of your desk, reaching up to wipe at your nose as your brows furrowed. “Why do you think it’s him?” 

“Caller I.D.” She said, “It has the last name Reid on it, I -I just assumed.” 

“It’s okay, Amanda.” You sighed. “Transfer it over.” 

It took seconds for the call to be transferred over to you. With your luck, he had probably got called away on a case. He was probably calling to say goodbye. You tried to steady your voice before you answered the phone.

“Hey, honey.” You said softly. “What can I do for you?” 

“Y/n?” Diana’s voice startled you. You had only spoken to Diana one time and that was when she demanded Spencer hand the phone over to you. “It’s not Spencer.”

“Diana?” You cleared your throat. “Is everything alright?” 

“I don’t know.” Her voice sounded riddled with fear. “There’s a young man here who told me he knows you. He said that you went to school together and that I should call you. Are you okay?”

“What’s his name, Diana?” You asked, reaching over to grab your cell phone. You dialed Spencer’s number from heart, putting it on speaker phone. The line went dead, your face falling as you repeated her name. “Diana?”  

“Hello?” Spencer sounded just as confused as you felt. 

You put your phone back on the holder, grabbing your cell with your other hand. 

“I am so sorry to bother you, Spencer.” You said quickly. “I wouldn’t call you at work if it wasn’t serious. At least I think it’s serious.” 

“It’s okay.” Spencer spoke in a hushed tone. “What’s going on?” 

“I- Your Mom just called me.” You blinked a few times in confusion. “She was talking about some guy. She said I went to school with him and that she should call me. Spencer, I’m kind of freaked out. I know it’s a little weird but-” 

“Give me a minute.” Spencer interrupted you. “I’ll call you right back.” 

He hung up the phone quickly and you called out Amanda's name. Something was off. You had a gut feeling that Joe had something to do with this. If that was the case, you were going to do a lot of damage to your career to prove it. Messing with you was one thing, but messing with Spencer’s schizophrenic Mother was something unforgivable. 

“Yeah?” She walked into your office. 

“Where is Joe?” You asked. “Did he go back into his office?” 

“Um, no.” She linked her fingers together in front of her as she looked back at you, confused by your distraught state. It was only 9:45 for fuck’s sake. “Weirdly enough he mentioned that he was going out for coffee. He usually doesn’t talk to me.” 

“Okay.” You nodded. “I want you to sit in the 10:30 meeting and take notes for me, okay? Also tell one of the partners, I don’t care which one, that I’m going home. I don’t feel good.” 

“Sure thing.” She nodded. “Is everything okay?” 

“I’m sure it is.” You sighed. “I think I’m just overreacting, honestly. Thanks, Amanda.” 

You grabbed your purse from your desk, your feet carrying you out of your office in haste. It really didn’t matter if everything was okay. You couldn’t sit behind your desk all day after what just happened. The term ‘Mental Health Day’ flashed through your mind repeatedly. You took the elevator down to the first floor before practically sprinting into the lobby of your building. 

“Hey,” Spencer said. “I spoke with the front desk at the institute. No one signed in to visit my Mother. I did happen to speak with her though.” 

“What did she say?” You waved at the security guard, stepping out onto the sidewalk. You were thankful you hadn’t even taken your jacket off. The wind was bitter and harsh as it whipped past your face. “Is she okay?”  

“She’s fine.” Spencer almost sounded annoyed. “Y/N, she has schizophrenia. You know that. It was probably just an episode or a delusion.”

“How would she have my number, Spencer?” You snapped at him, pissed off that he was brushing the situation off as if it was nothing. 

“Y/N.” Spencer’s voice was firm. “I gave it to her in case of an emergency situation. We talked about that, remember?” 

You bit the inside of your cheek, looking up to try and keep more tears from falling onto your cheeks. “I’m sorry.” 

“What’s going on?” Spencer sounded less annoyed and more concerned. “Are you okay?” 

“I didn’t mean to bother you.” You whispered. “It’s been a weird morning. I’m going back to your apartment, actually.”  

“Y/N, I have to go.” Spencer’s voice dropped down to a whisper again. “We’re about to take off for a case in California. I won’t be able to answer my phone until we land, but if something happens and you need help just call Garcia. She’s one of our agents that stays at the home base for most cases. She can get me any messages if it’s urgent.” 

“Okay.” You sniffled. “Spencer?” 

“Yeah?” He asked. 

You debated on saying the words that were on the tip of your tongue. The words I love you had never seemed more real than they did in this very moment. Something in your body was telling you to say it to him as if you would never get the chance to do it if it wasn’t now. You inhaled, closing your eyes tightly as you tried to gather your words. 

“Have a safe trip.” You said softly. “Make it back safe, okay?” 

“I’ll talk to you as soon as I land, okay?” He said softly. “Goodbye, Y/N.” 

You dropped your phone in your purse before fishing for your keys. You walked down the sidewalk, your legs pushing you faster with each step as you headed towards the garage where you parked your car every day. It didn’t take you long to get there. You unlocked your car as soon as you could, picking up speed to get to the door. There was an unnerving feeling crawling up your spine as you stepped between your car and the one next to you. You weren’t sure what this feeling was and why it was so present, but you did know that you wanted it to go away. 

Sadly, the moment your fingers landed on the door handle of your car, it was all over. 

Everything went black and the last thing you remembered was seeing the reflection of a very familiar face in your car window.

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Egotober Day 25: Cobwebs and Cardboard

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Prompt: Haunted

Summary: Kay goes with some of the guys to a haunted house, one of those Halloween attraction ones.

Warnings: none

With Halloween so close, Egoton was in a bit of a mood and there were more than a couple attractions and haunted houses we’re going up.

The plan was for Ethan and Randall to take Eric but one thing led to another and the two were with Eric, and Illinois, and King. The latter had heard Illinois had tagged along with Eric and wanted to be there “just in case”.

The five of them were standing in front of what Ethan had found was the best rated haunted house in town.

Eric was hiding behind Illinois, looking up at it nervously, he was clutching his hand.

“What’s wrong, leoncito, you’ve faced scarier,” Illinois smiled at him.

“There’s people in there,” Eric complained into Illinois’s back.

Illinois’s smile fell and he wrapped and arm around Eric, “You don’t have to go in. We can stay outside, try to win some prizes or something.”

“You make out in the bushes and I’m getting a crow to throw food at you Ills,” King warned.

“Hey, come on, what did I do to you?” Illinois demanded.

“Really?” King stared at him. “I’ve been keeping track. You want my list, asshat?”

Illinois rolled his eyes, and quickly bent down to carry Eric over his shoulder, but Eric went about as straight as a board so the result was Eric bracing his hands on Illinois’s shoulders. Eric’s face went beet red and Illinois had this huge smile on his face.

“What’ll it be dulcito? The fake haunted house or do I get a head start on that huge stuffed unicorn at the front?”

Eric went impossibly redder, just staring at Illinois.

Illinois chuckled.

“I think his brain shut down,” Ethan teased.

“Yeah?” Illinois carefully put Eric back on his feet, “fine, I’ll put the pretty boy down.”

He bent his knees a little and inclined his head so that their eyes were level. “Let those thoughts in that pretty head come back up.” Then he winked.

“Oi, we’re still here,” King shouted at him. “How about you do that away from me.”

“Illy!” Eric squeaked out, covering his face.

“Okay, okay,” Illinois stood up straight again. “I’ll stop. So what’ll it be sweetheart. Haunted house or cute games?”

“Y-Y-ou wa-nna go,” Eric looked away, still flustered but clearly uncomfortable.

“Any fun I could have isn’t worth it if you’re not okay,” Illinois reminded. “So are we going to counter-scam a carnie or go into the haunted house?”

Eric was quiet for a long time, looking uneasy and playing with his hands a bit. Illinois just waited trying to look as calm and patient as possible.

It took a bit but Eric worried his lower lips with his teeth, looking away. “We . . . uh, um . . . can go into the h-ouse.”

“You sure?” Illinois asked. “We don’t have to.”

“I-I w-want to,” Eric looked more determined.

Illinois kissed Eric’s cheek, “If you ever want to leave, just give me a sign and I’ll take you back out, even if we’re about to finish.”

“I wi-ll,” Eric promised.

“Okay,” Illinois kissed Eric’s forehead and passed him a couple twenties. “Go with the boys get us three tickets.”

“I can pay for myself,” King told him.

“아빠 would never let me hear the end of it,” Illinois told King.

Eric nodded and walked off with Ethan and Randall to a ticket stall outside the haunted house. Leaving Illinois and King standing away from them.

“So, you tell the Old Man yet?” King asked as the two of them just watched the former apprentices getting tickets.

“He knows I’ve got a new travel partner,” Illinois admitted. “The invoices show there are two people on his bills so I could just lie about that.”

“Why not tell him?” King said. “You’re obviously over the moon about him.”

“Don’t want my luck to run out,” Illinois defended, looking at Eric. “The long I wait, the longer my luck holds out.”

King frowned, “Haven’t you found some amulet that counteracts it by now?”

Illinois sighed, “There is no counter-curse, no spell, no lucky charm that is enough when my luck finally runs out. I can only hope that when it runs out again that Eric isn’t with me.”

“Do you think it ran out when I was sent to watch Artie?” King voiced a question he had for a while now.

“Dark and Host don’t blame me, but I do,” Illinois answered.

King was quiet for a second or two before tugging on his arm, “It wasn’t, your fault. There was nothing you could have done.”

Then before Illinois could argue further, King shoved him a bit, “Come on, let’s catch up with the guys, before they get themselves into trouble.”

Illinois smiled and they walked over to the others.

“Keep taking care of Eric and we won’t have any problems,” King told Illinois, “he’s a nice kid.”

“Huh, what was that?” Ethan said, looking over them.

“I said Illy’s a piece of shit,” King corrected. “Long may he reign, the prince of assholes.”

Illinois chuckled, rolling his eyes. The adventurer wrapped an arm around Eric’s back and leaned in. “Had fun at the ticket booth, dulcito?”

Eric just shrugged, staring at Illinois.

They headed into the haunted house, the result was that Eric stayed clutched to Illinois’s side for most of the time, almost stumbling as he was startled. Illinois asking if he wanted to leave a couple of times, but Eric just clung to him and insisted on continuing. Illinois did wind up picking him and carrying him halfway through, promising to protect him.

Ethan and Randall were having fun, giggling and chuckling the whole way through. King was the only one who didn’t have a noticeable reaction for most of it. He occasionally jumped and there was a room that Illinois and King stared into the room in surprise and with a bit of trepidation. It was a room with a mad doctor and slabs of meat and realistic fake skeletons. They glanced between each other and just sprinted into the next room.

But the group walked out the other side and Illinois raced for a bench to put Eric down, trying to calm him down. Thankfully he wasn’t in a panic attack. The two were talking between each other quietly and there was a gentle promise that Eric would not go to another haunted house.

They went to go get some corn dogs after Eric felt like walking again.

“Sorry you didn’t have fun,” Ethan apologized to King.

“What?” King asked in confusion, munching on the contents of a bag of popcorn.

“At the haunted house,” Ethan clarified.

“Oh,” King realized. “Nah, I had fun, it was alright.”

“Yeah, but yah didn’t get scared,” Randall reminded.

King shrugged, “There’s nothing really scary about a fake haunted house. Yeah I got startled a couple of times, and that effect with the fake organs did make me do a double take but it’s all cobwebs and cardboard.”

“We technically lived in a haunted house anyways,” Illinois told them, tipping his hat up.

“Wait you lived in the Manor, man?” Randall asked.

“Yep,” Illinois popped the “p” on the end. “It got freaky at night. Never had to have a curfew.”

“How bad was it?” Ethan asked leaning forward.

King glared at Illinois, “Usually nothing happened except for the changing hallways, it took forever for me to find the bathroom at night when I first got there. It’s really easy to find the back porch, impossible to find anything else.”

Illinois tapped King’s arm with the back of his hand, “What about that time in the attic?”

“Which time in the attic?” King asked.

“You know when you and Yan came crying down the stairs?” Illinois told him.

“Ohhhh,” King remembered, and smiled. “Huddle up.”

Randall dropped his elbows on the table, Ethan had a huge smile on his face.

“Okay, how old were we, Ills,” King started.

“It must have been about a year and some change since we were adopted,” Illinois waived his hand. Eric was halfway onto his lap, trying to cuddle up next to Illinois.

“So I was about six, Yan was about five, and it was hot as balls in the middle of the summer. It was that one year with the heat wave and it was so hot that even the Manor was overheating. So Yan and I were up in attic, because we can’t go in the basement.”

“Why?” Eric managed to ask.

King sighed, “Because Dark kills people down there, it’s like Wil’s set couch, we just don’t go there unless you’re helping kill people, so I never went in the basement. Anyways we’re we’re fucking around in the attic and Yan was in Bim’s old crib and I was checking out this broken cursed looking mirror when I look over and I see Dark standing in a corner of the attic watching us. He’s in this nice red tux and he’s smiling at me. Except his smile is kinda freaking me out.”

King’s smile faded. “So I call out, ‘Mr. Dark?’ ‘Cause I used to be formal with him. And down the stairs I hear footsteps and Dark calls out, ‘What is it Kay?’ I look back at ‘Dark’ and he’s gone. The real Dark is walking up the stairs. After I asked him about it, we’re taken out of the attic and he locked us out of the attic for a month. He spent the rest of the day watching us like a hawk and the next time I went up with Illy, the attic is clear of ghosts”

“So what was it?” Randall asked.

King shrugged.

“Yanc called him ‘the Shadow Man’ cause he has all this black smoke around him,” Illinois answered. “Dark always got super protective when he was around so we always assumed he was one of those bad spirits.”

“Like Dark?” Ethan asked.

Illinois made a scoffing sound, “Dark’s a demon, big difference. Spirits can’t affect their environments, demons are way more dangerous. Either way whenever the Shadow Man was in a part of the house Dark would throw a barrier up and we couldn’t go in that part of the house until Dark deemed it safe. Once we were barred from going outside without him watching over us for a month. Artie and Bim went insane, it was fun to watch.”

“For you,” King grumbled.

“So is that thing still around the Manor?” Ethan asked.

“Don’t know why he wouldn’t be,” King answered. “Maybe Dark pissed him off and he’s haunting Dark. I don’t know, I’ve tried looking into him and so far I’ve found nothing. But that doesn’t mean I’ve given up.”

“So has he done anything to you guys, stood over your bed as you slept, or fucked with the lights?” Ethan asked.

“Not to us,” King reported. “I haven’t seen or heard anything to suggest it’s a demon or a poltergeist. Glad I moved out, that mess is your problem.” He nudged Illinois.

“No,” Illinois smiled. “I don’t get the cursed mansion, I get the cursed lake house. Big difference. The Shadow Man doesn’t live there. Bim gets to deal with the cursed mansion, I don’t want anything to do with that cursed house besides my stuff. Bim can have the house.”

“B-im in-herits the M-Manor?” Eric asked. “But Da-rk can’t die?”

Illinois shrugged, “Didn’t stop him from making a will, I think he does it to make himself feel better, or maybe the Old Man’s gonna skip town for a hundred years to add some pizazz to his life, I don’t know.”

“Weird,” Ethan commented.

“That will isn’t getting used anytime soon,” Illinois excused. He stood up and held out an elbow for Eric. “Now if you’ll excuse us, boys, we have some carnival games to win.”

Eric blush returned as he grabbed onto Illinois’s arm. Illinois helped him up and they walked away.

The other three watched them walk away. Ethan getting up, “Well I’m gonna have fun on some of those rides.”

“Wanna go stalk an’ torment the lovebirds?” Randall smiled at King.

“Why do you think I’m here?” King smiled, they split ways to enjoy the rest of the festivities.

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they mustve implied Sexuality in their assaults its inexplica ble #lawyers .@law  @law .@laws .@harvard_law @ap @reuters @bbc _whys @france24 @snowden @haaretzcom separate it clearly tha t itis not sexuality but them imply that that thereisno frivolou s gains but them imply that that even if some would fit prefe rence, does not undo allthe assaults that are beyond good and ev il that it iiiiis about them and that all knew that  ******* the gain the benefit the what for was in something else than abo ut that guy  letalone about sexuality ofthat guy ******* this.  is probably not separated clearly checkthat youre the pro s  /// dont get nuts over it, its not so complicated: because. it. is. intel. it.is .all about. which. trick. works. t histime. get furious about it  not nuts about it itis lay er1 causing authorities with control accomplice rapedmolested d amamged themselves whatthey can  host layer2 cockroaches immu nsied todowhat wish hope pretend youre their underhuman candowhatt 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youjustdont getit the german goverme nt rapes thecivil population that is not immunised agains t  intel coma s wheres the news they porn the c r a p out of em they sell em as sexslave on intelcoma if they can th ey preplan their careerrs and setemup who exploits who first an d benefits how they controlem like forehead braincooked foo ls like children like fools they hold as underhuman exploitable underhumans that is the basis of it all when a civillian d aytime charged the basis oftheir security system: they did any harm they remotely had then used proxies then played good cop bad cop hunting them ebcause we forced em to and this is the basis ofthe case guilty liable causing criminal governm ents that dowhatthey want withthe civil population charged d aytime for staying damamges and coverup and hightheft using their security system as prison gig t rick is that clear now itis not a single case itisnot the g erman hookerofthe land itis one of 60million abused civillia ns that charged the crap out of em for whatthey did here with the civil population for70years ////// btw2  get allthe clowns offmy privacy  superp rivacy i n t i m a c y  the scums meld their perverts onthe case and see if later daytiem any thing is confirmation tothat thenits confirmed orsth jail as stoyer dicktoyermolester itis disgusting cockroaches that rei nterpret on deeply intimate things after raping and pedo sexual a ssaulting nomatter how often idaytime chbarge it i am furious  about it the cockroaches braindamamge forehead and suffocate the c r a po outof me and damamge eraseme ihate em its legit to  and iam furious about it idaytime chargedit atleastfive times locally and fivetimes eu they shuffle se xual assault repeat humiliate and seee how pervert you are co ifirmation i hate them idontlive by hate minors wemu st rescue but  the scums get offfffthe case andif wehave tohun t the scums for the authorities the authroties gotojailwit hem they host em coverem anyway host em whenthey cant tax it 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surely want thatkindof german ness //// lawyers because imminent danger and war is so s everely bad enough i say no capital punishments whenever possible:! a l w a y s no capital pun ishment no deathpentalty scums go tojail cant be fun in there important is they understand they dodged capital punishment for real I am Christian KISS BabyAWACS – Raw Independent S ophistication #THINKTANK + #INTEL #HELLHOLE #BLOG https://www. BabyAWACS.com/ Inquiry@BabyAWACS.com PHONE / FAX +493212 611 34 64 Helpful? Pay. Support. Donnate. paypal.me/ChristianKiss //// xraybeam trick heartaimed //// 1634 repair? or leeche ry /// pathogen murderer gases 1518 batih above abovesdjanc ent or cirucitboard. squeezetheockroach shifted from xraytrick b efore //// xray murderbeam beta highpowered orand transmu tation 1500 1511 above aboveadjkacent knows I am Christian K ISS BabyAWACS – Raw Independent Sophistication #THINKTANK + # INTEL #HELLHOLE #BLOG https://www.BabyAWACS.com/ Inquiry@BabyAWA CS.com PHONE / FAX +493212 611 34 64 Helpful? Pay. Support. D onnate. paypal.me/ChristianKiss /// after which damage and degradation would #you! have said: “mmaaayn adunno.. allthe beer and stuff and their fhaaanta stic cars drivingby .. but youknow.. ikinda miss my genitals… ” for them it makes sense //// intelligence genomes more from the mother  usually has also some implications of why it is as it is shewas morelike lisa simpson and dodged studying i nthe 70s because parent got ill and died then got hepatitis next year then met my dad with his h eavymotor bike  another life spoiled (haha) /// the gloriou s german careers with those stamps visualise it /// it wo uldbe epic justice if germans would try to pillgage the case but o neof their earlier damage tricks fucks em instead letalone any invention after which staying harms it doesnt work both w ays, einstein can be cooked to a fool but a fool cannot be einstein as extreme example / /// this howthey are mustve been obviosu other cases too ofreailtime botch things #failed #vir ginity #test #2001 .@law @harvard_law @ap @reuters @bbc_whys @fr ance24 @haaretzcom @snowden .@fisa @judge .@judge @judges  be cause the germans damage their civillians fairly arbitrarily and cover these with standard stigmas thisis how it really is a llalong ***** lets find the cover alibis like retard stamps itis a stigma dyslectic me!! (nickname schnellschreiber 3r d/felt abit artificial bllah) but dyslectic- it is ? a stigma ** *** virginity ?! meh. unless its a stigma  one shitball bites  the other but that doesnt keepem from right. then. getting away with something damnthe factuality basis I a m Christian KISS BabyAWACS – Raw Independent Sophistication #THIN KTANK + #INTEL #HELLHOLE #BLOG https://www.BabyAWACS.com/ In quiry@BabyAWACS.com PHONE / FAX +493212 611 34 64 Helpful? Pay. Support. 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they mustve implied Sexuality in their assaults its inexplicable #lawyers .@law @law .@laws .@harvard_law @ap @reuters @bbc_whys @france24 @snowden @haaretzcom

separate it clearly that itis not sexuality but them imply that that thereisno frivolous gains but them imply that that even if some would fit preference, does not undo allthe assaults that are beyond good and evil that it iiiiis about them…

[ready2dieforpaige-blog]

I need you to tell me you hate me !!!!!!!

I have felt no greater pain. I can't figure out how to move on. I'm shocked still that I let her back in and she hurt me again. Why would she do it twice know if I was 10 days clean again. I'm not sober I don't want to be anymore. That big britches important to me. She was the biggest girl I've ever been with but I loved her and I've had some nice ones. I play with a gun every night waiting for the bullet to come out the ch amber. I've never felt that in love befors. We were goofy we smiled she annoyed me but things were good. I need to make it out but I can't. I hurt so bad and things drive !e insane. I'm go ing to leave her alone I am the junkie piece of Shi t that ruins everything you wi 'll put in my way. I don't care who I hurt either I'm a piece of shit. Someone please help talk to me. Before I am gone. I won't go to rehab I'm not going to the hospital. Why because she would win and I will do nothing she wanted at this point even it it takes me. To all of you th at can smile go duck urself. The only thing I'm GoOd for is to have sex other then that I am not a good person. I'm in Cleveland if you live here and want to murder me if be willing. The thought of her love is the only thing that keeps me from just blowing my brains out. She's already getting fucked by  multiple people it's sick. Well everyone please pray that when I play Russian roulette tonight that bullet blows my fucking brains out.  I just don't want to hurt anymore I hate everything about myself. You made me feel like I wasn't good enough for almost a 300 pound girl. You cheated on me with some nasty dudes. You were on here sending nudes to everyone. I'll give you get name shell send them to you to. The only thing she wasn't willing to do was save me. Goodnight I'm going to shoot a gram of fentenyal and maybe not wake up. 

[kurtty-drabbles]

Bad choice (fae au)

N/A: A prompt made me do it.

@djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling @sailorstar9 @discordsworld @look-ma-no-hands336

In the village, modernity and old times formed an alliance as one will not overstate the other, to the point wi-fis are things, but, no one dares to forget the landscaping. The kids play loudly, but, no one is dumb enough to venture in the forest without help. The townsfolk never really saw Kitty Pryde with good eyes, she´s not ordinary, but at the same time, she is far too modern and far too old for the town, and the girl can only flip their criticism off and do her thing.

Stories about faes come in plenty of forms, some are malicious creatures that will wear your skin, some are nicer and won´t harm you if you show respect, and some have more to do in their eternal existence than care for mortals.

Kitty´s parents often tell the girl about the faes, show respect and they will be respectful with you, and one day Kitty decides to do just that.

"Hi, faes, uhm, I think we´re not supposed to know our names," Kitty has 13 years old and give a couple of sweeties to the oldest tree in the town, in fact, she´s so old no one can pinpoint the exact age. "I want to play here and I was wondering if is alright with you"

The sweeties were quickly absorbed by the earth, if her mind is not playing tricks on her, so, that´s mean Kitty can play here safely.

The pattern is established and Kitty can play safely on the forest and have fun, one day, as Kitty spot a big butterfly with many colours in her wings, Kitty saw a boy, blue and furry, with golden eyes and a vestment is unique, not akin to Rabbi nor the priest of the town.

A fae´s outfit shouldn't be anything design by human and that Kitty understand(even if she suffers clown syndrome as one of the girls said)

"Hi!" the fae said merrily. "what´s your name?" the question is really direct, but, her family warns her about it.

"Nice to meet you, I´m Shadowcat" a safe moniker that does not give him control, the fae notice the plot and pouts, yet, does not show anger.

"I´m Kurt" a fae´s name is long and far too complex hence why no human ever manages to find out, yet, they hate to be generalized.

"Well, Kurt, do you want to play?"

This is a new pattern and Kitty is pretty much enjoying the patter. ____________________________________________________________________________

Time moves to everyone and soon Kitty the odd kitty from the block changes into a beautiful woman and has her first shop in a shop, earning enough money to buy for her education.

Terry only offers a sad smile and does not know if this is something to admire or feel sad.

"Kitty, you know this engagement is schedule since you´re born" Terry explained as Kitty is doing her work, her biggest dream is to go the university and nothing will stand in her way.

"I can go and still be married, this is the 21 century" Kitty replied. ___________________________________________________________________________

The beautiful woman Kitty becomes is not unnoticed by the fae, like Kurt, who does not possess the boyd of a child, time for him is relative. Kitty always visits him, day and night, sun or rain, and Kurt appreciates this.

"Shadowcat!" Kurt speaks brightly as Kitty waves at him, and the woman brought food for them. Kurt saw the candies and is in awe. She still brings candies for him...

"Here it is, Kurt, How was your day?" she asked non-afraid of the fae and Kurt offers his own sweet, he knows she won´t accept, far too clever this one, but, she always shares her candies with him.

"I´d think my life is alright and is bright now that I´ve you here, so, tell me, Shadowcat...how is life treating you?" Kurt asked and Kitty can´t lie(for many, many reasons)

"Actually, Kurt, remember when we talk about human weddings? Well, sometimes, two people marry not for love, but, for convenience...I´m to wed Lance Alvers on the next month, never really meet him...but he seems really into his tittle" Kitty is now crestfallen and Kurt is not happy "so, I´ll have to ask you to stop sending the gifts" she points at the earring she so proudly wears "can you understand it?"

"Yes, Lance Alvers ask your hand and I can´t send my gifts to you because of him" Kurt speak not happy at all, but, faes are amazing liars and hypocrites to the booth.

"Thank you, and I´m sorry" she hugs Kurt "I´ll still visit you, I promise and in the future so will my children"

The idea of Kitty having children with another man is enough to make the sweet tour sour in his mouth, in his hand.

______________________________________________________________________________

Lance Alvers is a lord and extremely wealthy and wanted a wife, his family and the Pryde made a deal and now is time to collect his part, seems barbaric an arranged marriage, however, this tradition is still used by many royal families.

His fiance seems to be too modern, well, he can break her spirit a little if need. Divorce is not an option he´ll accept.

"Lance Alvers?" a voice asked and Lance was sure he was alone, this is his house and he should be alone.

"Who is there?" Lance has a pistol and can get away from murder easily.

"Lance Alvers? I´d think you would be more impressive" the voice speaks and laughs maniacally and the shadows in his room are dancing, but, it was far too bright to cause such shadows.

Lance shoot at the shadow and tries to run. The voice still laughs, until, it speaks again. "I´m not impressed" ___________________________________________________________________________ On the next day, Kitty wakes up to see flowers on her room, Kitty blinks and wonders why Kurt send such flowers to her, they did talk and he promised to stop.

Her mother enters the room with an aghast expression on her face. "Kitty, Lord Alvers committed suicide" she speaks in horror and Kitty now looks at the flowers in shock.

The engagement is cancelled and Kitty is thinking about the only thing the real reason as for that. __________________________________________________________________________

"Kurt...did you killed him?" Kitty asked angrily and this time with no sweeties.

"No, he committed suicide, as the detective said, now, I can continue to send my gifts to you" he explained as it was nothing much. Kitty cries and Kurt does not get why. _________________________________________________________________________

The presents continue and Kitty is too numb to think straight as now she´s wearing some of the most extravagant gifts, why?  She has no clue and maybe she just wants to turn off her brain.

Sadly, the detective does notice and wonder how Kitty is using a diamond earring. Some of her friends even try to steal some of her jewellery, but, when they go back home the fine gem is just a rock.

Meanwhile, Kitty realizes why faes are dangerous and want to cut ties....Kurt, won´t let it.

___________________________________________________________________________

"You were never afraid of me before, why now?" Kurt asked in an attractive tone and Kitty, almost, forget why she was mad with him. Almost.

"You killed a guy. Kurt, that´s awful, there´s others way to get rid the wedding without killing" Kitty answers.

"You said I couldn´t send my gifts because of him...so I get rid of him, and now you are wearing my gifts, I can marry you now" it was a child´s logic, no, worse, it was a fae´s logic.

"No, I won´t marry you" Kitty answers. No anger or sadness in his handsome face, only a smile. "I can get what I want, Catty, sooner or later" it was a moniker of the moniker and yet, Kitty pales for a minute feeling her heart beating increase.

Catty is similar to Kitty. As Catty can be linked to Katherine.

Kurt notices this and smiles. "I really like you, Cat, and I think you will be a lovely wife"

_________________________________________________________________________

She can´t confess what she did to her family, they speak of faes, but, always told to not play with them...faes are prone to obsession.

As she´s ready to sleep, not bothering with her nightly ritual, a sweet voice is calling Kitty. And Kitty needs to see and hear more of this song.

"Come here, Katherine Anne Pryde" the voice is masculine and Kitty smiles and goes. She knows the voice and knows she needs to go now.

_________________________________________________________________________

On the next day, the detectives are speaking with the Prydes as Kitty Pryde is now gone.

And all it remains are the sweet she used to bring with herself.

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f,

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hair

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        group of

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land

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mo

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othe

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sid

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o

ducing herself is

her

self

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g

th

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com

put

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r

,

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to no one‘s

concern

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p

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din

g them to the

Nearest

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retriev

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of

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l

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retur

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Account.

[libidomechanica]

Then of Donna

This mutiny each let the embrace,     and sick surmise: whether Julia’s heart, and all the while     they roam; no thought I would kill? The boar! I’m here, for fear of     words to the tale remember? But the power to say if     she hies, but help thinking

of your fingers, appear before     desires; don’t care he cannot guess God’s eternal sleeping,     how a bright, so tremble at the poor. To all give back,     one after sun; love’s alarms, suggested that fair not pass     in purple and cursed. Upright

and gone, her rash suspects in     the steep rough bear, but can’t but say, having no such things, the     monstrous garb with no great or little time. It is a letting     sun: i’ll write in his lair. And what to you. Him whom each     speech a full point of entry.

That laughs aloud: finding the     lash, we also found the self-same day with all her feature;     making. Unless, like an odor because is, one may say,     and the rightest company. With mop and mock a broken-     hearted boy: tis but love;

she feeds, yet betoken’d wrack to     bed. Even he, of catching on her breast; thou by thy breath     aloud, whether it is thy duty. That thus she shines from     nobody to salve can say is—that heart which bred morn. Man’s     loves a wound he could not.

And Julia said nought; though both I     spur, though the earth and Dread and long, and my incurable     man, and, by that rich carcanet; or those, only fix’d, they     share, that I hope he’s pursue this new temptation; but beg     Security’ are twisted

to man and then my good this     herself the cell; sir Leoline! I probably too hard to     Aristotle and are so cold. Then of Donna Inez I     would surely brightness doth still to the chapel on theft. Who     sins a second times, Woe,

woe is meaning. Done this be true!     The tears, that harmony. And read your swain is sweet joy! Patient     I was: love pitiful grew then and strok’d the colt that’s     back’d and cures not at all who do rudely move him, with Death     with inward infant’s heart

had deeper for a whim. Help she     spake: his eyes are grateful divorcement hath, I conjure     thee. He does not rise: to men who loves to part—but she cannot     tell—this, and with the street: none can tell me when a voice     hath wrought up much more, why,

there we two, content, and hear the     careless clay, not to know me; no fisher but not my fault—     I kept good workmen never mends, by wealth breeding; but who,     alas! You love, but she stand for saving seen his only     garment quite persuasion

when I hear me and a doorknob,     for you but you know—and they ask’d where earth doth make her then     ensured, that well in dead of night as the simmer sun, blest     wi’ content, for the you back your holy ayde, with wicked     world of ours, where he could

be in NY for a few hours away     dissatisfied to hear it now if e’er you please perhaps—     on that shuddering for eleven. Signs, and well-a-     day! Novels stepping from thing white farmhouse understood, for     honours to hit, that still

from Sin? Not Woe with music loud     to clear by the ocean that sour unwelcomes these seeketh     only Self to pleasure of the Justice paines comes     ere such a one courage to this, if ought at all, compare,     stain the summer while she

spies out. And therefore would but blow     more rage: so of conceal’d amongst the vale. Into masculine;     to see the hunted boar, whose fooles Heau’n doth bring, he     ’ll be a tedious, odious, odious trees go     limp a voice, o’erworn, despise.

But with desire your couch     with me? Met the earth, in love, and godwit, if we can; who     both in solitude: i’m fond myself thou wilt hunt, be rul’d     by falling passion. Gazing if they don’t get in—my master     goeth about them

scornfully glisters like books; each brain     on the heart more covering grace through there he before, is that     spies her own good man, and tis to love? And put him doth so     sure I shall cover, and proud, and the loves, and the Spartan     ladies take leave thine! She

whisper’d, it will not cry out     betimes—my heart from my unyielding hath drunkenness or     delicate balloons resting on the day or night—who thus     had survive this book to little ne’er did pass, an odour     more than civil home-bred

strife, as in her moist fingers with     Inez was sold, his separate cages, instead of being     born and touch or such love more I dare not bear all the cost,     some when those bough, and many a sound of a brazen bell.     As if by magic cured.

[haiky-u-lously]

Haikyuu:R/FY/N

This is really long...I have no regrets. Enjoy!

Chapter 12                 Chapter 13: Azumane Asahi              Chapter 14

After composing yourself, you turned to look over the court below. From this height, you could clearly see all of the boys in the gym.

You watched them practice what you remember was considered serving. You were amazed at Yamaguchi’s because there was practically no spin on the ball. But, you were even more enthralled at Kageyama’s. There was so much power behind it you wondered how it didn’t break the floor as soon as it hit on the other side of the net.

As you looked at each player, you whispered their name, ensuring who you had interviewed.

Finally, your eyes found someone who you couldn’t connect a name with. The man stood off to the side of the court with Daichi, watching the rest of the team practice. You saw their lips move but could not tell what they were discussing.

“Guess he’s the coach.” You said to yourself before thinking you must have gone through the whole team then.

You decided it would be a good addition to the article to interview the coach of the team, and started making your way over to the two males.

“Kageyama’s serve just then was as strong as Oikawa’s. If he can manage to learn to place them, it’ll be a real weapon.” Asahi told his thoughts to his friend while they stood off to the sides watching their kouhais.

Daichi nodded in response, but kept his eyes tailing the blonde that had descended the stairs with a smirk on his face and got straight to practicing his serves. The captain sulked at having the first year find a way to get you alone without leaving a single opening for him to call the boy out on it.

“Daichi-kun,” Asahi called, snapping his friend out of their own thoughts.

Sighing Daichi verbally responded, “Yes, Asahi-kun?”

The tall man rubbed his hand together, turning back to face the players on the court. “Were you nervous before your one-on-one with her?”

The captain smiled at his taller partner’s comment, “Did you want Suga or I to join you? She’d probably not mind, I mean she did say we could do group interviews…”

He was teasing, and Asahi knew this but it still riled him up a bit. “Of course not! I don’t want to give either of you more time with her and take it away from myself!”

Daichi laughed at this and slapped his hand on the shoulder of the team’s ace. “Then get to it!” He took his hand back as he walked towards the center of the court, calling for a halt on the players’ serving. The captain had noticed you standing on the stairs looking to scared to finish your decent for fear of getting hit with one of the flying volleyballs. He saw you bow your head a bit in thanks and sent you a smile in return, before turning his attention to the group encircling him, “Okay team, why don’t we try a little practice game.”

“Doesn’t (F/N)-chan still have to do interviews?” Hisashi asked.

“I was thinking we’d play three on three so that we’d have people who could be referees and score keepers,” Daichi countered. “Then anyone left could observe and critique, or finalize their interview.”

The team nodded their consent. Only two people had really been paying attention to how many interviews were left. One was still off to the side of the court, and the other was orchestrating the rest of practice.

You made your way around the gym to where the man standing on his own was. You put on your best student face, and maybe made your body look a bit straighter. “Excuse me sensei, but would it be alright for me to interview you next for the article?” Looking at him closer, you recalled that he was the shy man who had asked if you just moved to Miyagi. It’s surprising their coach is such a timid guy, I would have figured him to have an intense personality or something.

The man’s eyes blew wide, and he stammered, “W-wh-what’d you call-ll me?”

Tilting your head as a confused expression took over your face, “Should I not call you sensei? I realize I’m not a team member but I would hate to insult the volleyball team’s coach in another manner.”

He dropped his head into his hands and you thought you heard an exasperated cry.

“mm na aaa coc.” He mumbled.

“I’m sorry?”

He sighed and moved his hands across his face, stretching the skin around his eyes before it snapped back in place. “I’m not the coach.” He repeated.

“Oh,” You started, “Then, um..?”

“I’m a third year. Class three.” He supplied.

Now you were the one who had their eyes blown back in surprise. You were still completely shocked but you began to apologize profusely to the person in front of you. “I’m so sorry! I just…I mean obviously…I just thought…because you look so grown up…and I’m terribly sorry…and please forgive me…I’m so rude…how could I do that…I can’t even defend my actions…”

As you kept apologizing, and trying to say something that would get rid of the embarrassed and guilty feeling overtaking your body, you just hoped you hadn’t offended him too much.

While you kept repeating your atonements, the boy was trying to tell you that it was no big deal, that it happened to him all the time, but his sentences fell on deaf ears.

“Oi! You two,” Daichi yelled across the gym. Causing you to shut your mouth and immediately straighten your posture, and the boy in front of you to look nervously at his captain.

You just thinking, And, now I’m causing problems for the team’s practice. I’m so useless right now! You mentally slapped yourself a few times.

“If you’re gunna be that loud, take it outside!”

You nodded to the captain and quickly made your way out of the gymnasium.

The boy you had thought was following paused to give his captain a look. A look of which the captain understood as, ‘You the best, Daichi. Thank you so much.’ But which the boy who sent it had been meaning, ‘I’m going to kill you for putting more pressure on me when you already know how nervous I am.’

Once the two of you were out doors, you turned to start apologizing again, but were met with the large hand of the male. Stopping your words before they finished forming in your throat.

“Now, it’s not a big deal what happened. So, let’s just forget it okay?” His timid voice was clear, and left no room for arguing as you could only nod in return. “Good, good. Um, so, I guess I’ll introduce myself?” He asked.

“That is the first step, but…umm…” You were quite nervous suddenly. Maybe it was because it was completely dark this time around. Maybe because you were along with a male with the sun being completely set. Maybe it was because you were about to have to ask if you could record the conversation with your phone because your hand and shoulder were in pain from writing so much in a day. “Is it okay…if I…uh…If I record our conversation with my phone?”

He glanced at your notebook, then the pencil sticking above your (dominant side) ear, “Uh, sure?”

You smiled, noticing that he was a bit confused. “It’s just my hand is starting to hurt and I’d like to avoid causing problems for school tomorrow.” You explained. Yepp, I’m definitely not nervous because of this boy.

He nodded in understanding before asking, “Is okay to walk and talk in that case?”

Letting your smile grow wider, you excitedly answered, “Yes, please! I’d love to have a senior show me around the campus. It’d also give an insight to what is the most important location on campus for you. And, oh goodness, this will be so great for the article!” You were practically jumping as you ran back in the gym to put your notebook and pencil into your bag, and grab the bottle you intended to throw away.

Asahi just stood nervously as your excited being ran back inside, vaguely understanding you were putting down your unnecessary materials.

“Guess I made a good call,” He told himself despite thinking how stupid he would probably sound in a recording. Wondering if he should try changing the way he spoke so you would look back at the recording in a fond manner. But, he soon let the more intelligent side of his brain shut that thought down, reasoning that if he was good enough for you it wouldn’t matter how he sounded on a stupid recording.

You made it back to the male’s side. Pulled out your phone to show him when you pressed the red button and stuck it in your pocket so that the speaker would face between the two of you. “Okay, just whenever you speak, make sure its loud enough for the speaker to catch. Sound good?”

He nodded before taking a breath to introduce himself. While speaking, he led you towards the main part of campus. “I’m Azumane Asahi, class 3-3. I’m a wing-spiker for the volleyball team, and I’m considered our school’s Ace.”

“And, being an ‘Ace’ means that your team can always depend on you in tough situations and that you have the strongest hits on your team, correct?” You asked, recalling what Tanaka had told you earlier in the evening.

“Mm” Azumane hummed, “But I don’t think I’ve always been too reliable. I almost didn’t come back this year after what happened during the spring prelims my second year.”

Wait another one? No, this sounds different, you thought to yourself. “What happened at that time?”

He seemed to turn away from you, but didn’t stop walking forward or even turn his head, so you couldn’t understand where this feeling came from. Azumane opened his mouth, closed it and shook his head, and then answered, “I faced an iron wall that broke my spirit. I only really regained that spirit because of Nishinoya, Hinata and Kageyama. But don’t tell Daichi or Suga that. It’d probably hurt them to hear. Actually, it hurts me to say it. Please don’t say that. It makes me sound so ungrateful for everything they did for me.” You could tell he was growing nervous and decided you wouldn’t press on this topic. The giant teddy bear should not be made to ramble because of nerves from your questions! You thought.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” You smiled and placed your empty hand against the male’s bicep. “Although, I’m sure what you are grateful for is no secret. And, that it wouldn’t be as big of a deal with your friends as you think it’d be.”

The male stopped walking and looked directly into your eyes. He shyly laughed as he let his eyes pull away from your own, “It’s kind of surprising that you aren’t more afraid of me.” He urgently started waving his hands between the two of you, “Not that I’m complaining! I really appreciate it. It’s just not something I’m used to.”

You gave Azumane a questioning look as you took a few more steps to through away the empty bottle, and then turned your entire body to face his. “Why would I be scared of you?”

Shrugging his shoulders, he started walking again. You noticed you were headed towards the stairs of the main building, but made no comment. “Almost every first year I’ve come across is either scared of me or jealous of my…something. The second years just avoid me. And, while some of the third years somehow believe all the outrageous rumors that go around, most just think that I have too much of a ‘glass heart’ for anything more than the friendly ‘hello’. Even when we go to volleyball matches and I overhear people talking about the team, when my name comes up its accompanied with one of those rumors.” He shrugged again, but you could tell by his facial expression that it got to him.

“Well, I guess I haven’t been here long enough to hear any of these rumors you’re talking about. I also try not to judge people by their looks because it’s what’s on the inside that counts. As cheesy as that line is, I completely believe in it.” You thought for a second before adding, “But as an Ace, I think it’s could be a good thing to have a fearful reputation. I mean part of being an Ace comes from power, and for humans as a species, and historically, power was met with distinct types of fear.” You didn’t know what else to say. Should you mention your own insecurities to make him feel less like he was alone, or would that make it seem like you were belittling his concerns. You decided against it. If he asked, then you would share.

The boy didn’t say anything more, but kept walking.

After a few turns he stopped in front of a classroom door. Looking at it as if he was seeing inside.

“Azumane-senpai?” You asked after a second.

(While writing this next section this song, Alone by Alan Walker, came on and it fit the section so well I thought I’d share so y’all could listen too.)

“I was standing about here when I met Hinata and Kageyama near the beginning of the year.” He started, and you leaned against the opposite wall to listen to his story. “They had recently found out our school’s team had an Ace, and that it was me. They came looking for me because of how I acted when Suga first introduced the three of us.” He stayed facing the door, and you didn’t see but his eyes gained an intense fire. “Hinata being himself and just trying to encourage me to return. Kageyama just told me something I had always known but had somehow forgotten in my guilt and fear.” You noted how his hands clenched into fists. “And then I tried to sneak by and watch a bit, only for my great luck to struck and have the new team coach yell for me to come into the gym. A lot more happened, including me being forced to play a practice match. Everything Nishinoya and Suga kept saying, all the responses the team gave to everyone else’s actions…and then finally being able to see the open court on the other side of a block…” He was staring into an open palm, “I realized that when I hit the ball, I wasn’t alone. I had the power of each of my teammates behind me.” Azumane dropped his head and his hand fell to his side. Then he looked up and turned to face you, “I’m not an Ace because my teammates rely on my power. I’m an Ace because I combine the power and will of everyone on my side of the net to force our way through any obstacle using my hits.”

Your hands flew up to cover your mouth. You had just got the perfect quote and it was recorded word for word. It didn’t help that his monologue had your eyes tearing up. You wiped them away as fast as you could. “Wow.”

It was all you could say. You hadn’t asked him hardly any of the questions you asked the others but his one storyline told you so much. And, the way he spoke had you so focused, it was near impossible to form any words in response.

When you didn’t say anything more after a bit, Azumane scratched the back of his head. Unintentionally pulling out his hair-tie and letting his long hair drop down his large back. He was in the middle of re-tying his loose bun when he stated, “Sorry, guess I went off on a tangent there. But this is one of the most important places on campus to me.”

“Oh, don’t apologize. I really enjoyed listening to you.” You stated, shaking your hands between the two of you. “And, I can certainly tell why it’s an important area, Azumane-senpai.”

He smiled sheepishly at you, “(F/N)-san, would it bother you if I asked for you to call me Asahi?”

“O-of course not. You all have been so accommodating with calling me what I asked you to, it’d be rude if I refused to do the same, Asahi-senpai.” You replied, smiling to show you were comfortable with the change in address.

“Ah, um…” He started, nervously rubbing the back of his neck, “You also don’t have to call me ‘senpai’ just because I’m older.” He seemed to shrink in on himself, continuing, “I don’t really dislike it or anything, but if a couple of my teammates were to over hear you it might rile them up too much.”

You laughed at this, “All the more reason then. If you aren’t against it then I don’t need to change it.”

Although you’d never know it, the smile that spread across your features, combined with your pure laughter made Asahi feel as if he was within the presence of a shining goddess.

Just as he would never know that you forced your smile to cover that much of your face to hide the blush that was warming your checks from ear to ear.

He just nodded, before the two of you headed back towards the gym.

Conversing over a few different topics as your phone kept recording everything from your pocket.

You stopped a few feet away from the doors to the gym, pulling your phone out and ending the recording session. Then you played around with it and stuck it out to the third year who was standing in front of you.

Having stopped a couple steps after you did, Asahi had turned to face you to see what was up.

Watching as his eyes looked from you to your stretched-out arms to the end where your hands held your mobile device.

Seeing the screen of the device opened to create a new contact, he silently took it from your hand and seemed to fill in all the required pieces. When he finished, you assumed he’d just give it back to you. Instead he held it up and took a picture of himself smiling the widest grin you think you’d seen since you moved to Miyagi.

“Thought it might help to have a contact id photo.” He stated shyly, handing your phone back to you but avoiding your gaze.

You immediately took a selfie as well, with your own big smile plastered on your face and sent the picture to the new number. “Then, there’s one for you as well.” You kept your smile as you tucked your phone back into its pocket. “That way if I need to message you for anything, there won’t be a question about who it is.”

I’d never question it, Asahi thought to himself.

When neither of you said anything else, you started the few steps towards the doors once again.

The two of you opened your doors at the same time, and you laughed as Asahi nervously smiled and turned to look away. Stepping inside the gym you thanked him and went to grab your bag. The male closed the doors behind him before walking towards his captain.

Daichi glanced down at the sudden dark spot that entered his vision. From his stance on the referee stand splitting the net, he looked like a demon smiling down on his prey. At least, that’s what Asahi thought in that moment. “So, how was it?” The team captain asked, smirking.

“Shut up,” The wing-spiker stated, irritated. “I want to play.”

Daichi laughed, knowing that his friend was fired up and wanted to hit the ball with all his power.

a/n: So this was the last individual boy chapter. I have another one to post before starting on the ending stuff. I want to wait a couple days to really decide what I want to do with that though. Still taking input for who to end with...because I really don’t know. Thanks for reading and hope you’re enjoying the story!