#but my favorite is probably christmas morgue

[bingus35]

I’ve been on a Hachi binge lately and holy shit it’s literally impossible for this guy to write one bad song. Seriously all of them are so good

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

My Bloody Valentine

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

"So...you were the one who found the bodies?" Sam asked the roommate to this girl named Alice, who had died along with this guy....by them eating each other to death. "There was blood everywhere...and...other stuff...I think Alice was already dead." the girl said, upset. "But Russell wasn't?" Sam asked her. "I think he was, mostly, except...he was still sort of...chewing a little." she replied and I do everything in my powerto not gag and throw up. "Oh. Uh-huh." Sam mutters.

"How do two people even do that--Eat each other to death?" the girl asked. "That's a really good question." I said as I hold back the vomit that was creeping up on me. "Now, the last few days, did you notice her acting erratically?" I asked her. "How do you mean?" the girl asked me, confused. "I mean, did she seem...unusually hostile, aggressive?" I asked and the girl shakes her head.

"No way. Alice never drank, never even swore. She was a nice girl. And I'm talking, like, a nice girl--Like she still had her promise ring, if you know what I mean." she said. "She was a virgin?" Sam asked her and she nods. "No premarital. I used to wonder how she did it. I mean, you know, didn't do it. It was her first date in months. She was so excited." the girl said. "Apparently, they were both pretty excited." I joked and Sam rolls his eyes.

"How'd it go?" Dean asked us as we walked into the motel room, bringing in a bag of fast food and a small grocery bag. "Um...No EMF, no sulfur. Ghost possession and demonic possession are both probably out." Sam said. "Hmm. That's where I was puttin' my money." Dean said. "Nope." Sam said as Dean rubs his eyes. "Well, then what, then?" he asked and Sam and I shrug.

"Oh, guys! At the coroner's-- you didn't see these bodies. I mean, these two started eating a- and they just...kept going. I mean, their stomachs were full. Like - like...Thanksgiving-dinner full. Talk about co-dependent." Dean said. "Well...I mean, we got our feelers out. Not much more we can do tonight." I said as I sit on the bed and pulled out a chocolate bar out of the grocery bag and start to eat on it.

"All right. I'm just gonna go through some files...at the library. So you two can have fun." Sam said and I look over at him as I break another piece of the chocolate in pop it in my mouth. "Sorry?" Dean and I said. "Go ahead. Unleash the kraken. See you two later or in the morning." Sam said.

"What are we doing?" Dean asked Sam. "Dean, it's Valentine's day. Your favorite holiday, remember? I mean, you used to always call it-- Uh, unattached drifter Christmas? But now that you're clearly attached..." Sam said as he nods at me. "Figured you two would like some alone time." 

"Oh, yeah. Well...be that as it may...I don't know. Guess I'm not feeling it tonight." Dean said, shrugging. Then Sam looks over at me. "Honestly, I'm fine. Besides, never really was a huge fan of Valentine's Day. I'd rather have an unexpected romantic gesture on any other day." I said as I break another piece of chocolate and eat it. "This is why you're my favorite." Dean said, joking, and I let out a playful scoff.

Dean takes a sip and I look over at Sam, who seemed surprised and confused. "What?" we asked him. "That's when a dog doesn't eat-- That's when you know something's really wrong." Sam said as he mainly stares at Dean in surprise. "Remarkably patronizing concern duly noted. Nothing's wrong. We gonna work or what?" Dean said as he sits down at the table and Sam eyes him, worriedly, until he eventually sits down at the table and I join them and we get to work.

A moment later, Sam turns and looks out the window them he sniffs the air. "You okay?" I asked Sam, concerned. "Yeah, I'm fine." Sam said as he slowly turns back and gets back to work.

"Agent Marley, you just can't stay away." the doctor, Dr Corman, said as Dean, Sam and I walk into the morgue the next day. "Heard you tagged another double suicide." Dean said. "Well, I just finished closing them up." The doctor said then Dean turns to me and Sam.

"Dr. Corman, these are my partners, special agent Cliff and Jett." Dena introduced and Corman nods at us. "Agent Cliff and Agent Jett. I've finished my prelims. I pulled the organ sets and sent off the tox samples." he said. "Great. You mind if we take a look at the bodies?" Sam asked him. "Not at all. But like I said -their...Good-and-plenties are already tupperwared." Corman said. "Super." I said, a bit of sarcasm in my voice.

"Leave the keys with Marty up front. And please, gentlemen and lady...refrigerate after opening..." Corman said and he leaves and we go over to the Tupperware filled with organs and we put on gloves and start to examine the remains.

"Hey." Dean said, after nudging my side. I turn to him and he hands me one of the hearts we were examining. "Be my Valentine?" He asked me and I chuckle a bit. "Oh, how sweet. And they say romance is dead." I said, sarcastically, and Dean chuckles lightly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second." Sam said as he looks at the heart in my hands. "These hearts both have identical marks. Check this out. It looks like some kind of letter." He said as he takes the heart out of my hands and examines it. "Oh, no." He mutters. "What?" Dean and I asked. "I think it's Enochian." Sam said.

"You mean like angel scratches? So you think it's like the tagging on our ribs?" I asked him. "(Y/n), I don't know." Sam said, unsure. "Ah, hell." Dean said and he trembles hid gloves, pulls out his phone and dials a number. "Cas, it's Dean. Yeah, room 31-c, basement level...St. James medical center." He said. "I'm there now." Cas said as he appears in front of us, still holding the phone to his ear.

"Yeah, I get that." Dean said as he stares at him. "I'm gonna hang up now." Cas said. "Right." said Dean and Cas hangs up the phone then goes over to the table and picks up one of the hearts. "You're right, Sam. These are angelic marks. I imagine you'll find similar marks on the other couples' hearts as well--" Cas said.

"So, what are they? I mean, what do they mean?" Sam asked. "It's a mark of union. This man and woman were intended to mate." Cas said. "Okay, but who put them there?" I asked, confused. "Well, your people call them Cupid." Cas replied and I furrow my brow at this.

"A what?" Sam asked. "What human myth has mistaken for Cupid is actually a lower order of angel. Technically it's a cherub, third-class." Cas explains. "Cherub?" Dean asked. "Yeah, they're all over the world. There are dozens of them." said Cas. "You mean the little flying fat kid in diapers?" I asked Cas, to clarify. "They're not incontinent." Castiel said.

"Okay, anyway. So, what you're saying--" Sam said, trying to figure out what was being said. "What I'm saying is a Cupid has gone rogue and we have to stop him--before he kills again." Castiel said. "Naturally." Sam said. "Of course we do." Dean grumbles.

Later, we go to a resturant and the waitress brings Dean a cheeseburger, Sam a salad and me a grilled chicken sandwich. Dean then looks over at Cas, who was sitting across from me and Dean and next to Sam.

"So, what, you just happen to know he likes the cosmos at this place?" Dean asked him. "This place is a nexus of human reproduction. It's exactly the kind of-of garden the Cupid will come to-- to pollinate." Cas said as Dean puts ketchup on his cheeseburger and was about to eat it but put it back down at Cas' last words.

"Wait a minute. You're not hungry?" I asked him. "No." Dean said and I furrow my brow at him. "What? I'm not hungry." Dean said. "Then you're not gonna finish that?" Cas said and he takes Dean's cheeseburger and begins to eat it.

After a few minutes, Cas looks around then said. "He's here." and we look around. "Where? I don't see anything." Sam said. "There." Cas said as he nods towards the couple across from us. "You mean the same-side-of-the-booth couple over there?" Dean asked as he nods towards the couple. "Meet me in the back." Cas tells us as he gets up and leaves.

"Cas, where is he?" Sam asked Cas after we make it to the back of the restaurant. "I have him tethered." Cas assures then he begins a chant. "Zoda kama mahrana. Manifest yourself." he said and we look around. "So, where is he?" Dean asked, when suddenly a chubby, almost naked man appears and grabs Dean in a hug.

"Oof!" Dean said. "Here I am!" the cupid said, happily. "Help!" Dean yells and I had to hold back a laugh. "Oh, help is on the way. Yes, it is. Yes, it is." Cupid said then he drops Dean then walks over to Cas. "Hello, you!" he said and he picks Castiel up, hugging him.

"This is Cupid?" I asked Cas. "Yes." Cas replied and Cupid sets him down then turns to me. "C'mere you!" He said as he walks over to me. "Oh God, no...!" I said but he grabs me and pulls me into a hug. "Ugh, feels like I'm being hugged by a boa constrictor." I groaned as he sets me down and looks over at Sam.

"And look at you, huh?" He said. "No." Sam said and he turns away but Cupid appears in front of him, hugging him too. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" he said. "Is this a fight? Are we in a fight?" Dean asked. "This is...Their handshake." Cas said. "I don't like it." Dean said. "No one likes it." Cas said as I hold my side. "I think he bruised a rib." I said and Cupid stops hugging Sam and turns to us.

"What can I do for you?" he asked. "Why are you doing this?" Castiel asked him. "Doing what?" Cupid asked, confused. "Your targets-- the ones you've marked--They're slaughtering each other." Cas tells him. "What? They are?" Cupid said, almost like he was shocked. "Listen, birthday suit, we know, okay? We know you been flittin' around, popping people with your poison arrow, making them murder each other!" Dean yells and Cupid looked a bit upset.

"What we don't know is why." Cas said. "You think that I--Well, uh...I don't know what to say." Cupid said then he walk away a few feet from us and begins to cry.

"Should...Should somebody maybe...go talk to him?" I asked. "Yeah, that's a good idea. Give 'em hell, Cas." Dena tells Cas, who sighs then walks over to Cupid. "Um...look. We didn't mean to, um...hurt your feelings." Cas said then Cupid hugs him.

"Love is more than a word to me, you know. I love love. I love it! And if that's wrong, I don't want to be right!" Cupid exclaims. "Yes, yes. Of course. I, uh...I have no idea what you're saying." Cas said, groaning. "I was just on my appointed rounds. Whatever my targets do after that that's nothing to do with me. I- I was following my orders. Please brother. Read my mind. Read my mind, you'll see." Cupid said as he lets go of Cas then Cas stares at him for a few moments.

"He's telling the truth." Castiel said as he turns to us. "Jiminy Christmas. Thank you." Cupid said, happily.  "Wait, wait, you said--You said you were just following orders?" I asked and Cupid nods. "Whose orders?" I asked. "Whose?" Cupid said then he begins to laugh. "Heaven, silly. Heaven." He said.

"Why does heaven care if Harry meets Sally?" Dean asked him. "Oh, mostly they don't. You know, certain bloodlines, certain destinies. Oh, like yours." Cupid said, nodding towards Dean and Sam. "What?" Sam asked. "Yeah, the union of John and Mary Winchester--Very big deal upstairs, top priority arrangement. Mm." Cupid said.

"Are you saying that you fixed-up our parents?" Dean asked him. "Well, not me, but...Yeah. Well, it wasn't easy, either. Ooh, they couldn't stand each other at first. But when we were done with them--Perfect couple." Cupid said.

"Perfect?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Cupid said, nodding.

"They're dead!" Dean yells. "I'm sorry, but...the orders were very clear. You and Sam needed to be born. Your parents were just, uh...meant to be." Cupid said then he begins to sing. "A match made in heaven- heaven!" Then Dean punches Cupid. "Son of a bitch!" Dean yells but Cupid disappears.

"Where is he? Where'd he go?!" Dean asked, angrily. "I believe you upset him." Cas said, plainly. "Upset him?!" Dean yelled and I go up to him and place my hands on his chest. "Dean. Enough!" I said. "What?" Dean asked me, angrily. "You just punched a Cupid!" I shouted at him. "I punched a dick!" Dean screams.

"Um...Are we gonna talk about what's been up with you lately or not?" Sam asked Dean. "Or not." Dean growls as he pushes me aside and walks off while I scoff.

"Hey. So, uh, this guy was not marked by Cupid, but his death is definitely suspicious." Sam tells us over the phone. He had gone to the medical center again to investigate that a man had died from eating a crap ton of Twinkies. Dean and I were walking to the Impala, bout to head back to the motel, as Dean has his phone on speaker so that I could hear it while I had a bag of Oreo cookies in my hand and was eating them.

"Yeah, well, (y/n) and I just went through the police blotter, and counting him, that's eight suicides since Wednesday and 19 ODs-- That's way out of the seasonal batting average." Dean said. "Yeah, if there's a pattern here, it ain't just love. It's a hell of a lot bigger than we thought." Sam said.

"Yeah, all right. We'll see you in 10." Dean said. "Yeah, okay." Sam said and Dean hangs up and we get into the car. I had eaten a couple of the cookies when Dean looks over at me. "If there is any crumbs in this car, you're cleaning it." He warns me as I swallow the cookie. "Sorry, Dean...I'll be careful." I said as I put another cookie in my mouth. 

"What is going on with you?" He asked me and I shrug. "I don't know. Suddenly, I've been having a strong craving for any chocolate of some kind!" I said after swallowing the cookie. "Oh God, please tell me you're not pregnant." He groans. "No! At least....I don't think so." I said as I try to think. The last time Dean and I had sex was only about a couple of weeks ago when Sam said he was going out for awhile and Dean and I were able to get a couple of rounds in before Sam came back in. 

But there was no way the cravings would've kicked in that soon....could it? I mean this craving started to happen when we got here. 

I look over at Dean as he gives me a look that says Are you sure? "Look, if it continues, I'll go get the test." I said and Dean nods and he starts up the car and we head off.

"Dean?" I said after a moment of silence. "Hmmm." Dean hums. "Do you think...those Cupids set up my parents?" I asked and Dean turns his head to look at me for a moment before turning his head back to the road. "I don't know...maybe...I mean, it's a possibility since you're Ariel’s vessel." Dean said and I think. "But it seems any angel we've been in contact with and when they see her, they act surprised." I said and Dena shrugs. "Maybe not then..." he said as I think again.

"You think...they set...us up?" I asked Dean and immediately he shakes his head. "No." He said, firmly. "How do you know?" I asked him. "Because if they planned for me and Sam to start the apocalypse, I doubt it." He said and I give him a look. "So you're saying I might have been a mistake or a fluke?" I asked, a bit of a laugh in my voice. He smirks a bit, taken noticed of the laugh in my voice then said. "Possibly. But if you were planned or a mistake, I can assure you...."

Dean looks over at me then takes my hand in his right hand and holds it. "...meeting you was no mistake. And I believe my feelings for you are real." Dean said and I smile at him. "You can be real sweet, you know that?" I said and Dean chuckles. "Oh, yeah. I'm a really Prince Charming." He jokes and we share a laugh.

"What the hell does a demon got to do with this, anyway?" Dean asked Sam as he paces the motel room. After we got back to the motel room, Sam walked in, carrying a briefcase, and told us that he had encountered a demon on his way here. He killed the demon and took the case with him. "Believe me, I got no idea." Sam said to me, Dean and Cas, who had stayed at our room as we went out investigating.

"You okay?" I asked him. "Yeah, yeah. I'll be all right." Sam assures me as Dean looks at the briefcase. "Let's crack her open. What's the worst that could happen, right?" Dean asked and he opens the case and a bright light shines inside.

"Whoa!" Sam said, in awe. "What the hell was that?" I asked as Dean shuts the case. "It's a human soul. It's starting to make sense." Castiel said as he takes a bite out of his burger. "Now, what about that makes sense?" Sam asked him. "And when did you start eating?" Dean asked Cas, nodding at the burger in his hands.

"Exactly. My hunger-- it's a clue, actually." Cas said. "For what?" The boys and I asked, in unison. "This town is not suffering from some love-gone-wrong effect. It's suffering from hunger. Starvation, to be exact--Specifically...famine." Cas said. "Famine? As- as in the horseman?" Sam asked, shocked, and Cas nods. "Great. Th- th-that's freaking great." Dean grumbles.

"I thought famine meant starvation, like as in, you know, food." I said, questioning. "Yes. Absolutely. But not just food. I mean, everyone seems to be starving for something--Sex, attention, drugs, love..." Cas said. "Well, that explains the puppy-lovers that Cupid shot up." Dean said. "Right. The cherub made them crave love, and then Famine came, and made them rabid for it." Cas said and a light bulb goes off in my brain. 

"That would explain my chocolate cravings." I said as I look at Dean, who seemed a bit relieved. "Okay, but what about you? I mean, since when do angels secretly hunger for White Castle?" Dean asked Castiel. "It's my vessel-- Jimmy. His, uh, appetite for red meat has been touched by Famine's effect." Cas said as he takes another bite of burger.

"So, Famine just rolls into town and everybody goes crazy?" I asked and Cas nods. "And then will come Famine riding on a black steed. He will ride into the land of plenty...and great will be the Horseman's hunger, for he is hunger. His hunger will seep out and poison the air." Cas recites and he looks over at us. "Famine is hungry. He must devour the souls of his victims." He said. 

"So, that's what was in the briefcase--The twinkie dude's soul?" Dean asked. "Lucifer has sent his demons to care for Famine, to feed him, make certain he'll be ready." Cas said. "Ready for what?" Sam asked. "To March across the land." Cas replied.

"Famine?" Dean asked Cas who continues to eat his burger while Sam was in the bathroom. "Yes." Cas said through the mouthful of burgers. "So, what, this whole town is just gonna eat, drink, and screw itself to death?" I asked Cas and he nods. "We should stop it." he said. "Yeah, that's a great idea." Dean said with sarcasm. "How?" I asked Cas.

"How did you stop the last horseman you met?" Cas asked us. "War got his mojo from this ring. And after we cut it off, he just tucked tail and ran. And everybody that was affected, it was like they woke up out of a dream. You think Famine's got a class ring, too?" Dean said. "I know he does." Castiel said. "Well, okay. L- let's track him down and get to chopping." I said. "Yeah." Cas said then he eyes his empty fast food bag sadly.

"What are you, the Hamburglar?" Dean asked him. "I've developed a taste for ground beef." Cas replied. "Well, have you even tried to stop it?" Dean asked him. "I'm an angel. I can stop anytime I want." Cas said. "Whatever. Sam, (y/n) let's roll." Dean said and I nod, even though I keep feeling this strong urge to eat chocolate. Unfortunately, I ate all of the cookies.

"Dean...I, um...I can't. I can't go." Sam said as he walks out of the bathroom, looking tired. "What do you mean?" Dean asked. "I think it got to me, Dean. I think I'm hungry for it..." Sam said. "Hungry for what?" Dean asked, confused, but my eyes widen in fear. "Demon blood?" I asked and Sam hangs his head. "You got to be kidding me." Dean grumbles then he turns to Castiel.

"You got to get him out of here. You got to beam him to, like, Montana. Anywhere but here." Dean tells her. "It won't work. He's already infected. The hunger is just gonna travel with him. The same goes for (y/n)." Castiel said and I look down.

"Well, then, what do we do?" Dean asked. "You go cut that bastard's finger off." Sam said and Dean stares at him then turns to me and Cas. "You heard him." Dean said and I nod. "But, Dean...before you go, you better...you better lock me down - but good." Sam said.

Minutes later, I cuff Sam to the bathroom sink pipe. "All right, well, just hang in there. We'll be back as soon as we can." I tell him. "Be careful. And...hurry." Sam tells me and I nodded. "We'll do our best." I assure him as I place a hand on his shoulder and give him a reassuring smile.

Dean and I exit the bathroom, and Castiel blocks the bathroom door with a dresser.

"Hey, Marty. Is Dr. Corman around?" Dean asked the secretary as we walked into the hospital and I was eating on a chocolate bar. "You haven't heard?" Marty asked us. "Heard what?" Dean and I asked. "Guy's been dry for the last 20 years, but this morning, he left work, went home, and drank himself to death." Marty said.

"It's Famine." Cas said and I turn to him and shake my head. "Pardon?" Marty asked then Dean turns to him. "Would you give us a minute, please?" Dean asked him. "Sure." said Marty. "Thanks." Dean said and him, Cas and I walk away.

"Crap! I really kind of liked this guy." Dean said. "They haven't harvested his soul yet." Castiel said. "Well, if we want to play follow the soul to get to Famine, our best shot starts with the doc, here." I said and Dean nods.

Later, Dean and I were in the Impala, in front of the hospital, and once again I was eating on some chocolate bar when Dean looks over at me. "You're gonna get a stomach ache, you know that?" He said and I turn to him. "Oh thanks, Dad. I didn't know that." I said, sarcastically. "Look, I've been trying to stop but...." I said when I look at the rear view mirror and see Cas sitting in the backseat with another burger.

"Are you serious?" Dean asked once he noticed Cas' appearance. "These make me...very happy." Cas said. "How many is that?" I asked him. "I lost count. It's in the low hundreds." Cas said then he looks at Dean.

"What I don't understand is...where is your hunger, Dean?" he asked. "Huh?" said Dean. "Well, slowly but surely, everyone in this town is falling prey to Famine, but so far, you seem unaffected." Cas said. "Hey, when I want to drink, I drink. When I want sex, I go get it. Same goes for a sandwich or a fight." Dean said as he pats my thigh.

"So...you're saying you're just well-adjusted?" Cas asked. "God, no. I'm just well-fed." Dean replied and I roll my eyes. "Look there." Cas said as we see a man in a black suit coming out of the hospital, carrying a briefcase. He drives off so we follow him in the Impala.

"Demons. You want to go over the plan again?" Dean asked Cas after we followed the guy to the resturant but Cas kept eating his burger. "Hey, happy meal. The plan?" Dean asked. "I take the knife, I go in, I cut off the ring hand of Famine, and I meet you back here in the parking lot." Cas said. "Well, that sounds foolproof." Dean grumbles and Cas disappears.

A few minutes had passed and Cas had not returned. "This is taking too long." Dean growls and he gets out of the car. "You stay here, okay?" Dean said to me as he turns to look at me through the window. "You sure?" I asked him. "You're infected by his influence, I don't want you near him." Dean said and I nod.

"If I don't come back out, go back to the motel and get Sam." Dean said. "But what about his demon blood hunger?" I asked. "I'm aware of that but...it might be our last hope if I don't make it." Dean said. "Okay, be careful." I tell him and he nods and he stares at me for a moment. "I love you." He said and I give him a small smile. "I love you too." I said and he walks away from the car and towards the Resturant.

*3rd Person's POV*

"Cas! Cas." Dean calls out as he enters the building, only to see Castiel kneeling on the floor, stuffing his mouth with raw ground meat. Two demons attack Dean, and bring him to Famine, and old man in a wheelchair with a breathing tube in his nose. "The other Mr. Winchester." Famine said. 

"What did you do to him?" Dean asked as he gestures to Castiel. "You sicced your dog on me. I just threw him a steak." Famine said. "So this is your big trick? Huh? Making people cuckoo for cocoa puffs?" Dean asked.  Doesn't take much--hardly a push. Oh, America--all-you-can-eat, all the time. Consume, consume. A swarm of locusts in stretch pants. And yet, you're all still starving because hunger doesn't just come from the body, it also comes from the soul." Famine said.

"It's funny, it doesn't seem to be coming from mine." Dean said, smirking. "Yes. I noticed that. Have you wondered why that is? How you could even walk in my presence?" Famine asked him. "Well, I like to think it's because of my strength of character." Dean said, sarcastically. "I disagree." Famine said and he moves closer to Dean and touches him.

"Yes. I see. That's one deep, dark nothing you got there, Dean. Can't fill it, can you? Not with food or drink. Not even with sex." Famine said. "Oh, you're so full of crap." Dean growls. "Oh, you can smirk and joke and lie to your brother and your pretty little girlfriend, lie to yourself, but not to me! I can see inside you, Dean. I can see how broken you are, how defeated. You can't win, and you know it. But you just keep fighting. Just...keep going through the motions. You're not hungry, Dean, because inside, you're already...dead." Famine said.

"Let him go." a voice commanded and Famine turns to face Sam, whose face is stained with blood. "Sam..." Famine said. "Sammy, no!" Dean said as two of the five demons guarding Famine move to attack Sam. "Stop! No one lays a finger on this sweet little boy. Sam, I see you got the snack I sent you." Famine said to him. "You sent?" Sam asked. "Don't worry. You're not like everyone else. You'll never die from drinking too much. You're the exception that proves the rule. Just the way...Satan wanted you to be. So..." Famine said and he lifts his hands and gestures at the demons guarding him.

"...cut their throats. Have at them!" he said. "Sammy, no!" Dean yells. "Please, be my guest." Famine said to Sam. Sam lifts his hand, closes his eyes, and pulls all five demons from their hosts at once. Dean watches in shock while (y/n) runs in, after seeing Sam entering the building. She also looks on in shock as the demon smoke pools on the floor.

"No." Sam said, lowering his hand. "Well...Fine. If you don't want them...then I'll have them." Famine said then he opens his mouth and devours all five of the demon souls. Sam steps forward and extends his hand toward Famine. "I'm a Horseman, Sam. Your power doesn't work on me." Famine sneers. "You're right. But it will work on them." Sam said and he uses his power to rip out all the souls Famine consumed.

Famine screams out in pain while Sam's nose bleeds with the effort, but the demon souls explode out of Famine and Famine slumps, his eyes empty. Dean and (y/n) look at Sam, as does Castiel.

Hours later, Castiel, Dean and (y/n) make it to Bobby's house and put Sam inside of the panic room. Castiel and Dean stand outside the panic room door as Sam screams. "Let me out of here, please! Help!" he screams as Dean looks down and drinks from the bottle of whiskey.

"That's not him in there. Not really." Castiel assures Dean. "I know." Dean mutters. "Dean, Sam just has to get it out of his system. Then he'll be--" Castiel said then Dean shakes his head, slightly. "Listen, I just, uh...I just need to get some air." Dean said and he heads upstairs.

(y/n), who was sitting in the kitchen, looks up and sees Dean walking up the stairs. "Hey..." she said, softly, but Dean ignores her and heads to the front door. "Dean..." she said, worried, but the sound of the door shutting told her that he went outside and she sighs.

Dean walks out onto the scrap yard, a bottle in his hand, and looks up at the sky. "Please...I can't...I need some help." he said, tears in his eyes and throat. "Please?" he cries as he looks up at the sky, tears rolling down his cheek.

Meanwhile, inside of Bobby's house, (y/n) was sitting at the kitchen table, her head in her hands and the sounds of Sam's screaming could still be heard, when she heard the sounds of wings next to her. She turns her head and see Ariel standing next to her. "Hey..." she said, softly, and she looks towards the door of the basement as Sam continues to scream.

"Where have you been?" (Y/n) asked her. "Still trying to find Dad." Ariel said. "And how's that going?" (Y/n) asked her. "Honestly? Not good. Seems like I can't find him but...I guess I still have hope." Ariel said and she goes to sit across from (y/n).

Sam's screams and yells continue and Ariel looks towards the door again then she turns to (y/n). "Cas told me what happened. And...." Ariel said and (y/n) let's out a sigh. "Ariel, I have a question." She said, firmly, and the archangel was taken aback a bit but nods.

"Okay..." she said. "Cas introduced us to a Cupid...and he said that they set up John and Mary by order from Heaven." (Y/n) said and Ariel nods. "Since you told me I'm your vessel...was my parents set up just so I could be born?" (Y/n) asked her.

Ariel stares at her then sighs as she looks down at the table. "When I heard about the plan of the joining of John and Mary, I knew I needed to act as soon as possible. One of the Cupids is a close friend of mine and we tried to find the best couple. We eventually picked your mother and father especially since your father came from a long line of hunters. It was perfect and I sent the Cupid to go after your mother and father." Ariel explains and (y/n) listens to her, intently.

"But...when the Cupid got to the location where your mother and father were, he saw that they were already talking and were, as you humans say, hitting it off." Ariel said and (y/n) stares at her in shock. "So the plan worked without our interference." Ariel said.

(Y/n) felt like an intense weight was just lifted off of her shoulders. She sighs, beginning to relax a bit but then her mind wandered back to her and Dean. 

Dean believe his feelings for her are real and she wishes she could have his confidence. But after learning things about the demons and Heaven, it seems everything in her and the boys’ life was plan out and orchestrated to get them where they are today. She can’t help but have some doubts, even in her own feelings. 

(Y/n) let’s out a shaky breath as she looks at Ariel, not wanting to ask this question. But she needs to know, even if the answer she’s afraid of turns out to be true. “Was…was Dean and I set up?” She asked, hesitantly. 

Ariel stares at her and (y/n) fidgets a little in her seat as she anxiously awaits for a response. The corners of Ariel’s lips turn upward for a reassuring smile. “You can rest assure, (y/n). The love between you and Dean is pure and as he would say, the real deal.” She said.

(Y/n’s) mouth drops open a little and her eyes light up in relief. “Really?” She asked. “It is best you don’t tell Sam this but...his past relationships with Jessica and Ruby, they were planned. But you and Dean, that wasn’t. Everyone was so focus on trying to pull Sam along to where they wanted him that you two simply slipped under the radar.” Ariel explained.

“So our relationship is one of the few things we have free will over?” (Y/n) asked and Ariel nodded. “Yes, I promise you that.” She replied and (y/n) let's out a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Ariel." She said, relieved, and Ariel gives her an assured smile.

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Taste in books i think each of the sides on Sander Sides would have

Logan: Easiest side to tell since he says his book taste in canon lmao, mistery books guy, agatha christie, sherlock holmes, murders on rue morgue, he just really enjoys a good mistery (he’s just like me fr). He also probably reads books about scientific discoveries and psychological studies on a day to day basis (since he seems to have an answer for everything), either really likes or really hates sci fi depending on the scientifical explanations the books gives

Patton: Ok so, im gonna be honest, i don’t think Patton reads much? In fact hes probably the one who reads the least out of all sides, but he does seem to know his stuff, quoting studies in some episodes ( ‘Can lying be good?’ being the one who comes to mind ), so he probably reads a few articles about Morality and philosophy, also when i imagine Patton reading i imagine children’s books with deep messages like Dr Seuss, so personally i think Patton’s taste in books would be books like “The Tao of Pooh” which explains philosophy in a simple fun way taking inspiration from children’s media.

Roman: Roman’s my favorite side and although i would like to dump my personal taste on him i am aware that he canonically hasn’t read my favorite book and dislikes dark retellings of fairytales, leaving me to tears since those are my favorite kind of story. However i will indulge a bit and say that Roman would love Shakespearean plays ( His favorite would be Hamlet bc it inspired Lion King ) and typical fantasy books. Im also 100% sure that guy has a shelf full of Disney Movie Books like the novelization of Beauty and the beast and the villain’s origin books by Serena Valentino, also has those super pretty Disney Classics books ( lucky mfer ). And obviously he would have the original novels of multiple musicals ( Wicked, Be more chill, Dear Evan Hansen…) and some ballets/non-Disney classics as well (The nutcracker, The wizard of oz, Swan lake… ). Also Harry Potter i guess, since that’s canon 😒

Virgil: We all know what im going to say, Horror fan. Likes Edgar Allan Poe’s stories and classic horror books that inspired movies/series ( Carrie, Ring, the haunting of hill house… ), also reads a concerning amount of True crime about unsolved murder cases, and he has a special edition of the novel of The nightmare before Christmas somewhere trust me. And to self indulge a little, Dark retellings of fairytales, especially the Horror leaning ones.

Janus: I feel like Patton would read simplified philosophy books while Janus would grab shit like The gay science by Friedrich Nietzsche at the local library (never read this book, hilarious title tho), Overall i think Janus’s taste on books would consist of either philosophy and sociology books (especially the ones that annoying people read to keep gloating about how smart they are, except he actually likes them), and influential plays like Shakespeare, The Odyssey, The Iliad, Medea, Phantom of the Opera etc… His taste is the perfect combination of annoying Theater kid with pretentious philosophy kid (He is the guy they strive to be 😭)

Tw: Remus and everything that comes with him

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Remus: YES, REMUS READS, YOU CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND ON THIS, The books he reads? Very simple, Dark romance and horror, the books are his inspirations for new creative ways to annoy the shit out of the other sides, he is slowly but surely making a list of new horrid murder and torture methods he learned via horror books, also dark romance for him is just romance since he thinks normal romance books are boring and lack taste, some other side definitely walked in on him reading once ( picture him reading on the sofa twirling his hair and bouncing his legs in a very stereotypical teen girl way ) and asked what he was reading only for him to answer something like “ ‘Taken Hostage by the Hot Mafia Boss’ :D” Also definitely read the Kam4 Sutr4.

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Bonus: Remy/Sleep has a book detailing the multiple different ways on how to brew coffee and Picani has every Kids Show Book he could find ( Gravity Falls 3rd Diary, Star vs the Forces of Evil Book of spells etc… )

ALSO WARNING: If you want to buy any of the books i talked about here be aware there is currently a boycott of Disney and any other properties that have ties to the genocide committed by Israel!! And mainly, i would recommend to grab any book i mentioned in the library since they’re one of the only public community spaces that haven’t shut down yet, support your public library to make sure it stays that way!

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……………Peter headcanons because I’m losing my mind

sharp ass teeth like uncomfortably sharp

WILL doxx you online/hj

Probably bisexual

Does not fuck around when it comes to grilling

his favorite holiday is Christmas awwww🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Sadomasochist

poor asf but like he lives in the middle of nowhere with his totally-not-boyfriend (obviously cameraman) so who cares

Really into polyamory

freaky relationship with Christianity

would bash my brains in with a hammer for writing this

I don’t care how smooth Fred Vogel is in the movies PETER IS A HAIRY ASS MAN

terrible relationship with his parents (which are dead)

obsessed with really long aimless drives

will wear a Hawaiian shirt while cutting your fingers off and will look fashionable doing so

NIPPLE RINGS!!!!!!!!!! (Crusty is obsessed with them) (Maggot called them gay one time so they fistfought)

fist victim was someone he hit with his car probably

probably owns a shitty pickup truck

nibbles to show affection (he’s never beating the dog man allegations)

HS dropout

was in the army but he left because they yelled at him and made him sad🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁 (obv joking)

Has like 3 or 5 siblings, a total runt of the litter lmao

Shot to death in a parking lot by cops at night a month after crusty died

Was either buried in an unmarked grave (bc edgelords kept stealing his tombstone after all the news got out) or his ashes were left unclaimed in the morgue (since like any remaining family would probs hate him) and were spread somewhere

might add more idk

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Sun, mars, Neptune, Pluto, IC, descendant, MC, Taurus, Gemini, cancer, Leo, Sagittarius, Pisces, 5H, 10H, 11H, 12H 💙💙💙

sun ⇢ name 5 things you like about yourself?

1. my curly hair. its gotten so healthy over the last year I am very proud of the work I have put into it

2. my sense of style. comfort meets professional. it took me a very long time to be comfortable with my body and learning to style it has been an adventure.

3. my humor. i will go do stand up comedy at local places for fun, and I might look into doing that again soon.

4. my creativity. i have been typing away nonstop for 2 days ya'll. its not ending any time soon.

5. my motivation to try new things. I throw myself out there a lot, and it has lead to many fun adventures!

mars ⇢ are you the type to approach others first or do you like others to do that instead?

I sort of read the situation and go from there. I am more than willing to approach first, but if someone seems nervous or out of place/not wanting to be there I sort of wait.

neptune ⇢ are you a rational or intuitive person?

Intuitive, without a doubt.

pluto ⇢ tell something supernatural that happened to you

TW TRAGEDY DEATH MENTIONED AHEAD: So when my mom came to America, she and my grandmother moved to my grandpas hometown of Calumet Michigan. We go up there almost every year, have family homes there, and I consider it my second home. SO senior year of high school I spent the entire summer up there with family. WELL there was a major historical event called The Italian Hall Disaster and (I won't go into detail, but connected a link for anyone reading who is curious) that resulted in the deaths of 73 people (most of which were children, including my great, great uncle) on Christmas Eve. They had to use the local theater as a morgue. BACK TO THE STORY. So I was in the ballroom of the theater, helping my cousin decorate for her wedding reception, and got physically ill out of no where. I had never set foot into the theater before that and it was terrible. As soon as I stepped out of the building, I was fine. I would go back in and same thing would happen. I was in the wedding party so had to be there next night, but spent most of that time outside on the fire escape and away from the building. A lot of my cousins wedding pictures turned out really strange and there were many other stories from that night but I won't forget feeling suffocated and nauseous the way I did. I always return every year to catch a show in the theater because it is so beautiful, but you will NEVER catch me in that ballroom again.

IC ⇢ do you think you had a good childhood?

I had an amazing childhood. My parents were great. We were a military and lived overseas a lot so it was filled with travel and great memories that I wouldn't trade for anything in the world.

descendant ⇢ what kind of people do you usually attract?

Very good eggs! Usually the nerdy quiet ones who don't mind me going on my tangent. Also, people who need some positivity.

MC ⇢ what kind of reputation do you think you have?

offline? I have a very busy life! my friends think I am always on the go... which is true! I am a bit of a goody-goody.

online? A dweeb who spends too much time on tumblr, loves jarjar too much, and probably needs shot with a tranquilizer to catch up on sleep.

taurus ⇢ what's your favorite food?

currently, bbq chicken wraps

gemini ⇢ do you have a good relationship with your siblings? if you're an only child, would you like to have siblings? how many?

My siblings and I are close, its not even funny. This coming weekend will be the first time all 7 of us will be together since covid started and I am so ready to cry about this. I haven't hugged my best friend in over two years(my older brother next to me in age)

cancer ⇢ do you want to start a family in the future? how many children would you like to have?

ALL THE CHILDREN. I WANT THEM ALL

leo ⇢ do you like being the center of attention or do you prefer to go unnoticed?

I like sharing the attention. if its all on me it makes me anxious

pisces ⇢ what kind of art are you good at? (painting, dancing, singing, etc.)

Figure skating (that counts!)

5H ⇢ do you have a hobby? which one(s)?

Hockey, skating, refurbing furniture, writing, cooking, organizing!

10H ⇢ how do you want people to remember you?

Just as a good friend and a happy person!

11H ⇢ describe your friends in 3 words

Fruitloops, dependable, funny

12H ⇢ which is/are your biggest fear(s)?

losing my sense of purpose, losing myself, and cats

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Now that I have your attention with my favorite prompt of all time...

If anyone feels like sending some ideas my way, I’m trying to think of some new fun oneshots between 5-20k! They won’t be out fast. They’ll probably show up in the fall. I hate summer, so I’m thinking ahead and I’m looking for things for a fall and winter lineup. I have a lot in the works already, but I’m honestly getting bored with some of my stuff so I want to shake things up, which always makes me produce more anyway!

I want to take a handful of requests now in advance of my next follower party. I won’t be able to fill everything, but I’d love a few that I can turn into something fun!

AU concepts encouraged! Action, Adventure, Horror, and Romance encouraged! Halloween, Autumn, and Winter themes encouraged!

Check my Masterlist pinned to the top of my blog for things I’m not into.

All of my larger oneshots will have smut with some fluff thrown in. So, no need to request smut specifically unless you have a specific idea or unique thought on that aspect!

Characters: Mills, Flip, Jacques, and Kylo. AUs open for everyone, both my existing and new AUs. I am very interested in some good story ideas and/or AU concepts for Jacques Le Gris *wink wink.*

Below are some prompt lists. There’s a lot because I’m also using this as a prompt materpost. Below the cut are some additional prompt ideas.

Prompts or thoughts don’t have to be from these lists at all. Ideas can be your own or come from anywhere! Feel free to send in multiple ideas!

AO3 Links for Writers

Fanfiction Trope Mashup

100 Trope and AU Ideas

AU Ideas Masterlist 1

AU Ideas Masterlist 2

AU Ideas Masterlist 3

Romantic Movie and Book Quotes

Ballroom Prompts

Sad/Spicy Prompts

Eerie Prompts

Elegant Event Prompts

Enemies to Lovers Prompts

Historical Romance Trope Prompts

Austen & Bronte Prompts

Prompts Masterlist

Spooky Alphabet

Autumn Sentence Starters

Fall Sentence Starters

Halloween & Autumn Sentence Starters

Halloween Themed Prompts

Single Word Fall Prompts

53 Fall Writing Prompts

31 Halloween Prompts

October Writing Challenge

Edgar Allen Poe Prompts

Stupid Things to do in a Horror Movie

Assorted Halloween Prompts

Creepy Sentence Starters

Spooky Prompts

Halloween Prompts

Horrorland Prompts

Halloween Humor Prompts

Terrible First Meeting Starters

Costume Starters

Vampire Starters

Attacked Starters

Witch trial Prompts

Gothic Town Starters

Assassin Prompts

Fairytale Prompts

Magic Starters

Spooky Aesthetic

Horror/Sci Fi AUs

31 Ideas for Stories

Tarot Prompts

Things to do in October

Fall Prompt List

Horror Settings and Prompts

Horror Prompts

Fall Prompts

October Prompts

Autumn Aesthetic Starters

Horror Movie Starters

December Writing Challenge

December Prompts

Christmas Prompts

Winter Prompts

Winter Writing Ideas

Holiday Ideas Part 1

Holiday Ideas Part 2

Winter Dialogue

Winter Wonderland Prompts

My Favorite Winter Prompts

Fic Title Prompts

Pirate Prompts

Movie Asks

XXX Prompts

Spicy Prompts

Sexual Tension Prompts

Bad Reputation Prompts

Fighting Prompts

Battle Prompts

Dark Academia Prompts

Fanfic Writer Asks

Incorrect Quotes Generator

My Summerween Prompts

Resources and Tips for Writers

Websites for Writers

Resources for Describing Characters

EDGAR ALLAN POE PROMPTS

The Pit and the Pendulum: imprisonment, dread, fear of the inevitable.

The Masque of the Red Death: misfortune, gullibility, irony.

The Tell-Tale Heart: paranoia, guilt, confession.

The Island of the Fay: music, nature, life and death.

The Raven: omens, worry, sanity.

The Cask of Amontillado: betrayal, grudge, broken trust.

The Black Cat: hurt, abuse, secrets.

Annabel Lee: true love, death, beauty.

The Murders in the Rue Morgue: supernatural, mysterious, curiosity.

The Purloined Letter: blackmail, coercion, cleverness

A Dream Within a Dream: importance, running out of time, concern.

Ligeia: loss of love, mourning, delusion.

MS. Found in a Bottle: storm, ghost, lost.

William Wilson: doppelganger, jealousy, rivalry.

The Oval Portrait: artist, sacrifice, loyalty.

The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar: experiment, agreement, failure.

The Premature Burial: phobia, caution, obsession.

A Descent into the Maelström: bravery, survival, disaster.

The Gold Bug: omen, blame, searching.

Spirits of the Dead: supernatural, night, mystery.

The Angel of the Odd: curse, luck, messenger.

Berenice: loss, fixation, memory.

Eleonora: letter, confession, affection.

The Fall of the House of Usher: friendship, home, eerie.

Hop-Frog: revenge, humiliation, bullying.

Some Words With a Mummy: conversation, sarcasm, sense of humor.

The Imp of the Perverse: temptation, risk, instinct.

The Sleeper: rest, beloved, nature.

The Man of the Crowd: following, curiosity, fascination.

Mesmeric Revelation: enlightening, wonderment, universe.

The Spectacles: mistake, sight, expectations.

Never Bet the Devil Your Head: twist-of-fate, challenge, morals.

Silence - A Fable: dreams, symbols, nightmares.

El Dorado: obsession, hallucinations, lost in the woods.

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🏤 Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes

🍁 A crisp autumn evening, the smell of leaves and smoke on the air

🎹 Nighttime in an ancient house/manor, with the tinkling of piano keys from the next room

💧 Rain in the early morning, so dark that there’s hardly a sunrise

⛪ A church right after a funeral, a small handful of people dressed in black hanging their heads in silence

🌳 A foreboding forest at dusk as the sun disappears

⛵ On the beach before dawn as remnants of a shipwreck wash onto shore

🍂 A chilly, overcast autumn afternoon

🌃 Midnight in a busy city, sirens blaring a few blocks away

🎃 After dark on Halloween night after trick-or-treating ends

🚘 Driving down a long, dark stretch of road after taking a wrong turn

⚡ Distant thunder from a massive storm headed straight this way

🥀 An overgrown garden of nothing but poisonous plants

🌾 An eerie plot of farmland with seemingly no one around for miles

🐊 Murky swampland with posted warnings to keep people away

🔥 A roaring bonfire in the distance on a pitch-black night, with dark silhouettes crowded or dancing around it

🚧 Standing near old, abandoned train tracks when the bell starts to ring

🐟 Taking a swim on an uninhabited plot of beach, noticing ripples in the water

🌿 An old-fashioned plantation with secretive locals and a bitter history

💀 A cemetery full of dead, dry flowers as if all of the plots have been forgotten, some of the stones cracked or sinking into the dirt

🚇 A dingy old subway station, walls chipped to pieces, while waiting for a ride home

🌈 The sad silence after a violent storm, debris and wreckage everywhere

👗 An attic full of musty clothes and antiques belonging to someone long-dead

❄  A snowstorm locking everyone in their homes, with electricity flickering

🌲 An enchanting plot of forest or stream, tiny whispers cutting the silence

🌑 Inside of a re-occurring nightmare had time and time again

☔ A rainy afternoon, running nefarious errands

☕ At a quiet cafe, but unfamiliar folk are whispering and staring

🌵 A winding road through the desert with only one dingy hotel, its ‘vacancy’ light flickering red

💤 Dreaming of scraping nails against the window glass, and waking to still hear it

🐕 A quiet night, the only sound being the call of coyotes/wolves in the woods

🔮 A fortune teller who knows too much

🐈‍⬛ Magic, that's practical

👻 A mansion with a haunted history

👹 A museum at night

🕯 A seance

🍿 Scary movie night

🔪 The killer is here

😱  Spooky slumber party games (Bloody Mary, the Midnight Game, etc…)

☠  A cemetery or catacombs

⌛ An antique store

🏠 At home by the fireside

🍷 Go to a winery/brewery or cider factory

⛺  Rent a cabin for the weekend

🏰  A spooky vacation spot

😈 A cryptid encounter

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🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes

🍁A cold day in late autumn, which is silent and deeply lonely

🎹Nighttime in an ancient house/manor, with the tinkling of piano keys from the next room

💧 Rain in the early morning, so dark that there’s hardly a sunrise

⛪A church right after a funeral, a small handful of people dressed in black hanging their heads in silence

🌳A maze-like forest at dusk, with a sense of anxiety as the sun disappears

⛵On the beach before dawn as remnants of a ship wreck wash onto shore

🍂A chilly, overcast autumn afternoon

🌃Midnight in a busy city, sirens blaring a few blocks away

🎃After dark on Halloween night after trick-or-treating ends

🚘Sitting with a popped tired on the side of a long stretch of road, waiting

⚡Distant thunder from a massive storm headed straight this way

🥀An overgrown garden of nothing but poisonous (or dead, dry) plants

🌾An eerie plot of farmland with seemingly no one around for miles

🐊Murky swampland with posted warnings to keep people away

🔥 A roaring bonfire in the distance on a pitch black night, with dark silhouettes crowded or dancing around it

🚧Standing near old, abandoned train tracks when the bell starts to ring

🐟Taking a swim on an uninhabited plot of beach, noticing ripples in the water

🌿An old-fashioned plantation with secretive locals and a bitter history

💀A cemetery full of dead, dry flowers as if all of the plots have been forgotten, some of the stones cracked or sinking into the dirt

🚇A dingy old subway station, walls chipped to pieces, while waiting for a ride home

🌈The sad silence after a violent storm, debris and wreckage everywhere

👗An attic full of musty clothes and antiques belonging to someone long-dead

❄ A snowstorm locking everyone in their homes, with electricity flickering

🍄An enchanting plot of forest or stream, tiny whispers cutting the silence

🌑Inside of a re-occurring nightmare had time and time again

☔Taking a long walk with an umbrella, struggling with a low, low mood

☕At a quiet cafe, but unfamiliar folk are whispering and staring

🌵A winding road through the desert with only one dingy hotel, its ‘vacancy’ light flickering red

💤Dreaming of scraping nails gainst the window glass, and waking to still hear it

🐕A quiet night, the only sound being the call of coyotes/wolves in the woods

🎃 - carve Jack o’ Lanterns 🍁 - go on a scenic autumn walk 🔮 - see a fortune teller 👻 - tell ghost stories 👹 - go to a Halloween store 🕯 - perform a seance 🌽 - go through a corn maze 🌾 - go on a hayride 🌱 - go to a pumpkin patch 🍿 - have a Halloween movie marathon 🔪 - have a horror movie marathon 🍎 - go apple picking 🤡 - go to a haunted house attraction 🎭 - be actors at a haunted house attraction 🥕 - go to a farmer’s market 🔥 - have a bonfire 😱 - play scary slumber party games (Bloody Mary, the Midnight Game, etc…) 🎨 - do a craft ☠ - visit a cemetery at night 🏈 - go to a football game 😈 - try on Halloween costumes 🌳 - take a drive to see the trees ⌛ - go to an antique store 👽 - talk about conspiracy theories 🌄 - go hiking

🐈‍⬛ Magic, that's practical

☔ - go on a rainy day walk 🥨 - make snacks for a party 🍬 - go shopping for Halloween candy 🍭 - hand out candy on Halloween 🥐 - cook some comfort food 😏 - play a scary prank 📚 - go to a library or bookstore 🎈 - plan a Halloween party together 🎉- attend a Halloween party together ☕ - go to a cozy cafe 📍 - sew homemade Halloween costumes 🎧 - listen to music together 🏚 - go poke around in a haunted location 🎪 - go to a creepy carnival 🏠 - sit at home by the fireside 🚂 - go on a scenic train ride 🍂 - rake leaves 🎫 - go on a tour of a spooky location 🍷 - go to a winery/brewery ⛺ - rent a cabin for the weekend 🏰 - spend the night in a spooky vacation spot

👿A world in which masks transform the wearer into the monsters they represent, in both appearance and behavior.

🤡A muse mistakes a monster for a person in a costume, then realizes they were wrong.

❤ An attractive, alluring stranger turns out not being human at all, and has evil intentions.

👥- Muse A meets a mysterious stranger, Muse B, at a masquerade ball, and feels unnaturally drawn to them.

😾A stray animal befriends the muse, but is actually a spellcaster in disguise (or a witch’s animal familiar).

🚘Our muses end up stranded in an unfamiliar town where the locals are murderously unfriendly, possibly even inhuman.

🎥Our muses are transported into the setting of the last horror movie either of the muns have watched.

👊One (or more) muses are invited to a private performance with no context, only to find out that it’s a gladiator-style pit where non-humans are being forced to fight to the death.

👹One of our muses works at a Haunted House and the other is coming through with their friends and – whoops, they got so scared they fell down and oh shit now they’re bleeding

🎃Someone thought it would be a good idea to fit their head inside of a freshly-carved pumpkin, but needless to say, it was not their best decision.

👨‍🚒Our muses thought a seance on Halloween night would be fun, but instead of summoning a demon, all they got was a fire hazard from 50 lit candles on the living room carpet.

🌕Our muses are supposed to go out tonight but it’s a full moon and one of them is legitimately a werewolf. So it’s another night of closed blinds and scary movies.

🤡Our muses both want the same costume/prop, but there’s only one left in the store and less than 24 hours until the Halloween party.

🕷Your muse thought it would be a great idea to play a prank on mine with a plastic spider/bug/rat, not expecting that they’d get punched in the face mid-flail.

👻Our muses slip into the cemetery right before the gates close and – whoops, looks like they’re locked in for the night.

🔮Our muses decide to see an obviously phony fortune teller just for fun, but turns out they said one of our muses will die in 24 hours and now that muse is inconsolable.

⚡One of our muses disregards all superstition or bad luck, but when lightning strikes and shuts off the power at midnight on Halloween night, it just seems a little too weird, you know?

💀Our muses decide to hang out in the cemetery on Halloween night, but somehow accidentally knock over a tombstone and could actually get arrested and/or cursed by the angry souls of the dead.

[ ] Explore ancient ruins where strange things have happened

[ ] Touch a supposedly cursed object

Horror Settings.

Abandoned farm

Small town

Country house

Woods

Cabin in the woods

Summer camp

Suburbs

Abandoned house

Abandoned factory

Apartment building

Abandoned theme park

Motel

Hotel

Store at night

Alley

Bedroom

an attic

a hospital

an old well

an elevator

a place that feels eerily familiar to you, like you knew it in a dream

an empty/abandoned room

a room you’re not quite sure you’re alone in

an embalming room

a funeral home

body freezers

an empty parking lot

the only other car in the abandoned parking lot

Old Victorian manor

Abandoned prison

Isolated snowy area (think the thing)

Sealed off bus/car

Mountains

Haunted/Abandoned ship

Deserted island

Space station

Farm

Airplane

Cliff’s edge

Forest

Abandoned city

Arcade

State fair

Fun house mirrors

Horror Scenario

waking up in a random room with no idea who/where/why/how you got there

A strange, beautiful flower that sprays lots of small spores…that you just so happened to inhale

a knock at the window

The shadow you see out of the corner of your eye

you’re home alone and there’s a knock at the door.

broken glass

You work as a mortician and you think you hear laughing coming from one of the caskets

The fallen woman

The lady of the house

You get a beautiful, handwritten letter from an old school friend, inviting you to come stay at their old, mysterious manor

A road that never ends

A road that takes you every place that you don’t want to go

Being followed

A guide on how to navigate a setting

Revisiting a distant memory

Lonliness

Suffocation

Revenge

Paranormal visitors

Seance

Stranded

Only (allotted amount of time) to escape before (bad thing happens)

Dealing with strange natural phenomena

Bad side effects of time travel

Something isn’t right about (setting). Something is off.

Absolute gore fest

Juxtaposition

Mad doctor/scientist villain

Dolls

Killer clowns

Autumn Situational Prompts

1.        Leaves crunching under your boots. 

2.        Morning air just a bit colder than expected. 

3.        The smell of warm cider in a mug. 

4.        Baking cinnamon muffins

5.        Pumpkin spice

6.        The harvest moon 

7.        Going to a haunted house

8.        Black cats crossing your path

9.        Heat of a fireplace on a cold night

10.      Crumbling tombstones

11.      Twigs snapping on the forest floor

12.      Trick-or-treating

13.      The call of an owl 

14.      Costume party

15.      Scary movie night

16.      Ghost stories

17.      Apple orchard

18.      A Victorian mansion

19.        Scratching at the door 

20.        Howling at the moon

21.        Eyes in the trees 

22.        Whispers from the shadows

23.        Murder of crows gathered outside

24.        Something’s under the bed 

25.        Fog rolling on an open field

26.        The only headlights on miles of open road

27.        Footsteps coming up quickly from behind

28.      A bathroom mirror in the dark

29.      Growls down the hall

30.      Wrought iron gates

31.      Friday the 13th

32.      A scream in the night 

33.      Blood washing down the shower drain

34.      Hot wax dripping on pentagrams

35.      Lightning over a castle 

36.      Torn stitches

  Rules: Send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and I’ll describe how I’d combine them in the same story.

Historical AU

Royal AU

Modern AU

Coffee Shop AU

Bar/Restaurant AU

Bookshop AU

Florist AU  

Hospital AU

Dance AU

Airport/Travel AU

Neighbour AU

Roommate AU

Detective AU

Bodyguard AU

Criminal AU

Prison AU

War AU

Circus AU

Summer Camp AU

Teacher AU

Dystopian AU

Space AU

Performer AU

Soulmate AU

Fairy Tale AU

Massage Fic  

Sick/Injured Fic

Proposal Fic  

Wedding Fic  

Holiday Fic  

Birthday Fic

Pregnancy Fic  

Baby Fic

Vacation Fic  

Bathtub Fic

Text/Letter Fic

Coming Out Fic  

Grief Fic  

Survival/Wilderness Fic  

Almost Kiss

First Kiss

The Big Damn Kiss

Dance of Romance  

Flowers of Romance

Chocolate of Romance  

Blind Date  

Not a Date  

Fake Dating

Fake Married

Arranged Marriage  

Accidentally Married

Marriage of Convenience

Mutual Pining

Secret Relationship  

Established Relationship

Awful First Meeting

Forgotten First Meeting  

Accidental Eavesdropping  

Interrupted Declaration of Love

Poorly Timed Confession

Love Confession

Love Confessor (Character A confessing their love for Character B to Character C)  

Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple

Star Crossed Lovers  

It’s Not You, It’s Me

It’s Not You, It’s My Enemies  

Character in Peril

Heroic Sacrifice

Flirting Under Fire

Locked in a Room

Twenty-Four Hours to Live  

Stranded on A Desert Island

Stranded Due to Inclement Weather

Huddling for Warmth

Bed Sharing  

Did They or Didn’t They?

In Vino Veritas  

Above the Influence  

Anger Born of Worry  

Green-Eyed Epiphany  

The Missus and the Ex

Second Love  

Intimate Artistry  

Married to the Job  

Innocent Physical Contact

I Didn’t Mean to Turn You On

Aroused By Her Voice  

Erotic Dreams

First Time

Unexpected Virgin

PWP

Kink

Makeovers

Hair Brushing/Braiding

Sleep Intimacy

Scars  

Time Travel  

Curses

Magical Accidents

Accidentally Saving the Day  

*****

Trope Ideas

1. Enemies to Lovers 2. There Was Only One Bed 3. Fake Dating 4. Arranged Marriage 5. Meet Cute 6. Snow Means Love 7. Soulmates Across Lifetimes 8. Wrong Soulmate 9. Snowed In 10. Assigned Bodyguard 11. Oh No We Must Share Body Heat 12. Long Distance 13. Mutual Pining 14. Friends to Lovers 15. Childhood Friends 16. Sharing A Drink/Food 17. Making Food For You 18. Crossing Blades 19. Caught Under the Mistletoe 20. First Kiss 21. Spin the Bottle/Seven Minutes in Heaven 22. Caught in the Rain 23. It’s Okay If It’s You 24. You Make Me Calm 25. Missing Piece/You Complete Me 26. Accidentally Confessing 27. Purposefully Confessing 28. Single Parent/Child Caretaker 29. Immortal/Mortal 30. Vampire/Human 31. Demon/Human 32. Angel/Human 33. Angel/Demon 34. Werewolf/Human 35. Vampire/Werewolf 36. Gotta Take The Drunk One Home 37. Promises 38. Made It Just The Way You Like It 39. Knight/Prince(ss) 40. Red String of Fate 41. Drift Compatibility 42. Rescuing 43. Getting a Pet Together 44. Stay With Me Until I Fall Asleep 45. Wrong Number/Misfire 46. Not The Person I Fell In Love With 47. Darkness/Light 48. First Holiday Together 49. Moving In Together 50. Marriage Proposal 51. Old Neighbors 52. New Neighbors 53. Will They Won’t They 54. Kissing Scars 55. Secluded Vacation 56. Secret Romance 57. True Love’s Kiss 58. Barely Clothed For Some Reason 59. Fell On Top of You 60. Last Seat on the Train 61. Kabedon/Trap Aagainst the Wall 62. Ago-kui/Grab by the Chin 63. Grab by the Throat 64. Catch From Falling 65. The Bet 66. Delinquent/Good Kid 67. Repaying A Debt 68. Only I Can Kill You 69. Prodigy/Hard Worker 70. Magic/Non-magic 71. Taking Care of Someone Who’s Sick 72. Accidentally Engaged 73. Left Something Behind 74. Battle Buddies 75. Guardian Angel 76. Deal With A Devil 77. Always Love You 78. You Found Out My Secret 79. Spoiling Somebody 80. 81. Met On Vacation 82. What You Can Never Have 83. Second Chance At Love 84. Friends With Benefits Catching Feelings 85. Meet Again After Years Away 86. You Make Me Feel Safe 87. Star Crossed Lovers 88. Can Only Meet A Few Days Every Many Years 89. Don’t Underestimate My Partner 90. I’d Do Anything For You 91. I’ll Fill In To Be Your Partner 92. Will You Tutor Me 93. You Make Me Feel Free 94. You Are My Family Now 95. You Make Me Feel Young 96. Secret Pining 97. Trusting You With A Secret 98. I’ll Always Come Back To You 99. Nursing Your Wounds

*****

❝ Do you want to see something strange? ❞

❝ Do you want to play a game? ❞

❝ I see dead people. ❞

❝ You’re gonna need a bigger boat! ❞

❝ Do you like scary movies? ❞

❝ Congratulations. You are still alive. Most people are so ungrateful to be alive. But not you. Not anymore. ❞

❝ Yes, ooo, ahh, it always starts out that way, and then comes all the running and screaming. ❞

❝ What an excellent day for an exorcism. ❞

❝ They look like psychos? Is that what they looked like? They were vampires. Psychos do not explode when sunlight hits ‘em. I don’t give a fuck how crazy they are! ❞

❝ Wouldst thou like to live deliciously? ❞

❝ I’m scared to close my eyes. I’m scared to open them. ❞

❝ Whatever you do, don’t fall asleep. ❞

❝ They’re all gonna laugh at you. ❞

❝ Be afraid… Be very afraid. ❞

❝ No one trusts anybody now, and we’re all very tired. ❞

❝ Where we’re going, we won’t need eyes to see. ❞

❝ Just leave me to do my dark bidding on the internet! ❞

❝ Get away from her you bitch! ❞

❝ When there is no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth. ❞

❝ Yeah some of our clothes are from victims. You might bite someone, and then you think ‘Ooh, those are some nice pants!’ ❞

❝ Have the lambs stopped screaming? ❞

❝ Come play with us, forever, and ever, and ever. ❞

❝ You know that part in scary movies when somebody does something really stupid and everyone hates them for it? This is it. ❞

❝ Smile, you son of a bitch! ❞

❝ At the start I was like 'Oh no, I’m dead’. It’s kinda affected my friendship with normal people and my family and stuff. But the way I see it I have a whole new family who accept me for who I am, and I accept them for who they are…even though one of them killed me. ❞

❝ No tears please, it’s a waste of good suffering. ❞

❝ Sometimes dead is better. ❞

❝ People say you should always do the right thing, but sometimes there is no right thing. And then, you just have to pick the sin you can live with. ❞

❝ Meat’s meat, and man’s gotta eat. ❞

❝ It’s alive! ❞

❝ Take her, not me. ❞

❝ In space, no one can hear you scream. ❞

❝ This is not your grave but you are welcome in it. ❞

❝ The moment you die will feel exactly the same as this one. ❞

❝ There is more to the darkness than the inability to see. ❞

❝ Nobody gets what they deserve, not in this place, they just get whatever hurts the most. ❞

❝ Don’t you want to be fully consumed by what loves you? ❞

❝ May you find your rest where no shadows are passed, and no eyes see you slumber. ❞

Crashed costume party

Haunted house

“So… I think I’m haunted.”

“You’re a witch and you’re scared of a haunted house?”

“Are you seriously wearing matching costumes with your dog?”

“If you start singing spooky scary skeletons one more, time, I’m gonna make you one.”

Zombie outbreak

“Are those Halloween decorations? (Name), it’s September!”

“It’s spooky season bitches!”

“You know I could kill you in two seconds if I wanted to right?”

“What the fuck are you supposed to be?”

Finding a familiar

Turns out the monster in your closet has been protecting you.

A new villain comes to town just in time for Halloween.

(Insert character) is standing at the mirror when they hear a knock. They look at the window to see nothing and hear it again only to realize it’s coming from the mirror.

(Insert character) had an entity attached to them unknowingly for months. They only discovered it when strange marks began appearing on their skin.

(Insert character) finds out their roommate is supernatural.

Baking and decorating cookies

Halloween masquerade

Halloween scavenger hunt

(Insert character) and friends throw an epic Halloween party, but what happens when the clock hits 3 am?

“You swore that you could get us out of the corn maze, but it’s been an hour.”

“Ghosts aren’t real,(Name). Good luck convincing me otherwise.”

“(Name), no offense, but you’re about as threatening as a puppy.”

Bonfire and “scary” stories

(Insert character) unknowingly finds a love potion

(Insert character) shows up at your house covered in blood.

Going into the woods on a dare, you find something unexpected.

There are a bunch of Halloween parties on the same street, and (Insert character) stumbled upon yours by accident.

Leave piles

“Um…(Insert character), is that a dead body?”

Situational Prompts

trick or treating

haunted house

pumpkin patch

costume party

scary movies

handing out candy

carving pumpkins

snacking on candy

ghost stories

apple orchard

Dialogue Prompts

“No way. I am not going in there.”

“Let’s rake up some leaf piles!”

“What are you wearing?”

“Scary enough for you?”

“It’s starting to get chilly.”

“Do you want to borrow my jacket?”

“We can go pick some apples!”

“Apple cider sounds so good right about now.”

“Let me do your makeup.”

“We are definitely the coolest people here.”

“Did someone say ‘party?’”

“You look dead.”//“Thanks, I stayed up all night.”

“How much candy did you get?”

“You really outdid yourself, huh?”

“I don’t scare that easily. AH!”

“Be careful, they might pee themself.”

“Can’t go wrong with the originals.”

“Ghost stories? Don’t mind if I do.”

“Why do you have so many eggs and toilet paper—you know what? I dont want to know.”

“I’m you!”

“They’re not allowed to have knives.”

“You can paint your pumpkin instead.”

“Who the hell let you in here?”

“There’s definitely hay in my underwear.”

“Toothbrushes? Are you serious?”

“I’m just going to buy some candy.”

“You were already a witch before the costume.”

“Please tell me that’s fake blood.”

“Light some candles.”

“Pumpkin spice isn’t bad, you’re just a hater.”

“We should go for a hike!”

“I hope that’s just a scarecrow.”

“You’re not that scary.”

“I just want to cuddle by the fire for a while.”

“Let’s get couples costumes!”

“I can’t tell what’s scarier: you with the makeup or without.”

“Come on! You can’t just skip Halloween!”

“There’s no such thing as ghosts.”

“I want to go to the Fall Festival!”

“Nothing better than getting cozy with you.”

“Wait, no! Don’t go in/out there!”

“Apple or pumpkin pie? Nevermind, I’ll get both.”

“It’s bad luck when a black cat crosses your path!”

“Why is there so much fog?”

“No, you can’t use the lab to recreate ‘Frankenstein’s Monster.’ Who raised you?”

“It’s getting late, I should go.”

“I want to look at the stars for a while.”

“‘Halloween?’ What is this ‘Halloween?’”

“What are your opinions on candy corn?”

“Flannel and sweatpants? I like your style.”

Halloween/Autumn Prompts

“Wait, are you actually scared?”

“So I might have stayed up late watching scary movies and there’s something making noise outside. Can you come over?”

“I’m probably just going to stay up all night so the ghosts don’t kill me.”

“It’s a love potion! What could possibly go wrong?”

“I’m only a witch, not a miracle worker.”

“We only have to make it until sunrise, which is… seven hours away.”

“The ouija board says you’re a little shit.”

“Let’s tell ghost stories.”

 ”If you say let’s split up, I swear to god.”

“Did you hear that?”

“We shouldn’t be in here.”

 “The house is not haunted.”

“Why are you so determined to see this ghost anyway?”

“I dare you to go down there.”

“Is it just me or did it just get really cold in here?”

“Holy shit, why is there no reflection?”

“The moon looks beautiful tonight.”

“What are you?!”

“No, don’t come any closer!!“

“I am centuries old. You need to do more than that to get rid of me.”

“Just one bite.”

“What’s that in the water?”

“Do you know what I am?”

“You look good enough to eat.”

“I thought I was the only one.”

“Would you like to join me?”

“I suppose my secret’s out.”

“Did you seriously injure yourself carving a pumpkin?”

 “You can’t just say a bunch of words that sound like Latin and expect to make magic.”

“I’m the tall dark stranger your parents warned you about.”

“How did you do that?”

“If you can’t wake up from the nightmare, maybe you’re not asleep.”

“Do you think keeping your eyes shut will keep you safe?”

“The legend said it only goes after virgins…so sucks for you I guess.”

“Your eyes, what’s happening to your eyes?”

“I’m calling it. We are lost in the woods.”

  “Did you know that no one has ever made it out alive?”

 “I told you I carry holy water around for a reason!”

 “We have to ask ourselves: what are magic’s limitations? Like, can it unburn my chicken nuggets?”

 “I can’t get a signal on my phone, the car is dead, and I’m pretty sure we’re out of matches.”

“What is your greatest fear?”

“Do you dare me?”

“I don’t think we should go in there.”

“You won’t make it the night.”

“This was a horrible idea.”

“Nope, I’m not scared.”

“Oh yeah, I’m totally into cannibalism.”

 “Please don’t touch the human remains.”

 “The mayor has declared a state of emergency. I told you we should have left.”

 “Do you think it would be acceptable to jump into a pile of leaves right now?” “It’s always acceptable,” 

“Cuddle with me so i can get warm,”

“You know what would look good with that costume? Fire. Burn it.”

“Wow. Maybe we should stay home and have our own party.”

“I’m not a witch! Just a kind of bitch,”

“Honestly, you’re terrifying.”

“You look way too incredible to wear this for only one day.”

“You look like something that crawled out of hell and I love it.”

“I’m going to be seeing you in my nightmares. Thanks for that.”

“The leaves are the color of your hair,”

"Now, are you going to join me in the 24-hour horror movie marathon? It’s only five hours in,”

“Get the flashlight! We’re telling spooky stories!”

“Settle down, you’re safe now.”

“Who hurt you? WHAT hurt you?”

“I don’t know what it was that attacked me.”

“Did you see what they looked like?”

“Please, help me. I’m hurt.”

“All I remember are teeth and a whole lot of pain.”

“I was sure I was going to die.”

“I would be dead if you hadn’t found me.”

“What the hell was that thing?!”

“Oh god, please don’t be dead. Please don’t be dead.”

“I don’t want to think what would have happened if you didn’t show up.”

“Do you have any idea what did this to you?”

“Was it an animal? A person?”

“It all happened so fast.”

“Stop screaming, I’m not the one who hurt you!”

“You’ll be alright, just calm down and tell me what happened.”

“I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

“I’m not sure it was even human.”

“That looks like it hurt.”

“You’re not going to die. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Damn, it looks like you pissed off a grizzly bear.”

“You never know what might be prowling around out here.”

“Peach. I can eat a peach for hours.”

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

Make a wish, darling. I’ll do my best to make it come true.”

“You’re a bad boy/girl but I love you, so I’ll let you get away with it.”

“You’re dangerous with that.”

“Saddle up.”

“Where’s you sense of adventure.”

“It was worth the injury.’

“You taste better than fucking candy.”

❝ it’s halloween,  motherfucker. ❞

 ❝ did you see something move in the woods? ❞

 ❝ look,  a full moon! ❞

 ❝ hocus pocus or some shit. ❞  

 “Is that blood? Is that YOUR blood?”

❝ i don’t think that’s sex moaning. ❞ 

 ❝ pretty sure this place is haunted. ❞ 

“Do you… maybe wanna have a scary movie night?” 

“Can you say with honesty that you’ve never made agreements with a devil?”

“Can you light a candle or something?”

“I know a way to warm you up.”

 “I hate haunted houses. Why would I pay for someone to scream at me?”

“Magic like this is forbidden, and for good reason.”

“You almost killed me, so no, it’s not nice to meet you.”

“If you carve a dick on this pumpkin, I swear to god.”

“You don’t know me, but something terrible is going to happen.”

“You look good enough to eat.”

“Be warned: what you’re going to see might terrify you.”

“This seems… dangerous.”

“I’ve never felt power like this before.”

“You shouldn’t be out here all by yourself this late at night.” “Stop shining that flashlight on me! I’m not a damn ghost!”

“This is the last stop for miles. You won’t find another motel.”  

“I’m the tall dark stranger your parents warned you about.”

“We almost died back there. Maybe we should introduce ourselves.”

“There will be a lot of screaming tonight.”

“The ritual begins soon. I suggest you prepare yourself.”

“Sometimes the world doesn’t need another hero, sometimes what it needs is a monster.”

“Men don’t fear swords. They fear monsters.”

“The legend said it only goes after virgins…so sucks for you I guess.”

“Why spill blood if not for the pleasure of it?”

“You don’t need a gun. Well, that depends on your definition of safe sex.”

“And you believe you know what it means to be a monster?”

“She’ll break your heart and I’ll rip it right out of your fucking chest.”

“Let the Games begin.”

“No way. I am not going in there.”

“Let’s rake up some leaf piles!”

“What are you wearing?”

“Scary enough for you?”

“It’s starting to get chilly.”

“Do you want to borrow my jacket?”

“We can go pick some apples!”

“Apple cider sounds so good right about now.”

“Let me do your makeup.”

“We are definitely the coolest people here.”

“Did someone say ‘party?’”

“You look dead.”//“Thanks, I stayed up all night.”

“How much candy did you get?”

“You really outdid yourself, huh?”

“I don’t scare that easily. AH!”

“Be careful, they might pee themself.”

“Can’t go wrong with the originals.”

“Ghost stories? Don’t mind if I do.”

“Why do you have so many eggs and toilet paper—you know what? I dont want to know.”

“I’m you!”

“They’re not allowed to have knives.”

“You can paint your pumpkin instead.”

“Who the hell let you in here?”

“There’s definitely hay in my underwear.”

“Toothbrushes? Are you serious?”

“I’m just going to buy some candy.”

“You were already a witch before the costume.”

“Please tell me that’s fake blood.”

“Light some candles.”

“Pumpkin spice isn’t bad, you’re just a hater.”

“We should go for a hike!”

“I hope that’s just a scarecrow.”

“You’re not that scary.”

“I just want to cuddle by the fire for a while.”

“Let’s get couples costumes!”

“I can’t tell what’s scarier: you with the makeup or without.”

“Come on! You can’t just skip Halloween!”

“There’s no such thing as ghosts.”

“I want to go to the Fall Festival!”

“Nothing better than getting cozy with you.”

“Wait, no! Don’t go in/out there!”

“Apple or pumpkin pie? Nevermind, I’ll get both.”

“It’s bad luck when a black cat crosses your path!”

“Why is there so much fog?”

“No, you can’t use the lab to recreate ‘Frankenstein’s Monster.’ Who raised you?”

“It’s getting late, I should go.”

“I want to look at the stars for a while.”

“‘Halloween?’ What is this ‘Halloween?’”

“What are your opinions on candy corn?”

“Flannel and sweatpants? I like your style.”

*****

Single Word Halloween/Autumn Prompts

Surprises

Abandoned & Haunted Locations

Celebrations & Food

Vampires

Dreams & Nightmares

Cryptids

Isolation

Mirrors & Doppelgängers

Witchcraft

Harvest Festivals & Carnivals

Darkness & Shadows

Angels & Demons

Pumpkins & Pumpkin Patches

Unsolved Mysteries

Possession

Trespassing

Rituals

Regrets & Unfinished Business

Werewolves & Shapeshifters

Candy & Treats

Ghosts & Spirits

Eldritch Horror or Wonderland

Black Cats & Bats

Deception & Disguises

Glowing Eyes

Autumn Leaves

Your Greatest Fear

Frost

Crisp Air

Falling Leaves

Pumpkin Spice

Corn Maze

Fairs

Whiskey

Hoodies

Scarves

Sweaters

Fireplace

Bonfire

Pies

Toasted Marshmallows

Fog

Blankets

Pumpkin Patch

Seance

Knitting

Apple-Picking

Touch Football

Tailgating

Leaf Raking/Leaf Piles

Farmer’s Market

Fall Festival

Bed & Breakfast

Renting a Cabin

Stargazing

Maple Syrup

See Your Breath

Flannel

Bonfire

Bloody Knuckles

Moaning

Blood Dripping From Lips

Dancing Under the Moonlight

The Hairs on the Back of Your Neck Standing Up

A Power Outage

Ghost Town

A Creepy Doll

The Roman Rituals

A Ouija Board

Thunder and Lightning

A Cluttered Basement

Flickering Candles

Cryptid Hunting

A Real Haunted House

Being flippant about being in a Real Haunted House

*****

Genre AUs

Action / Adventure

Comedy

Comedy horror

Crime thriller

Dark fantasy

Fairy tales

Gothic horror

H.P. Lovecraft / Cthulhu Mythos

Harlequin romance

High fantasy (castles and wizards and dragons, oh my!)

Horror

Murder mystery

Noir

Post-apocalyptic

Psychological Thriller

Romantic comedy

Safari

Science fiction

Slice of Life

Soap opera

Southern Gothic

War / Historical War

Western

Other Fandom AUs

Alice in Wonderland

Divine Comedy / Dante’s Inferno

Disney (just any Disney movie man idk)

Dracula

Fatal Attraction

Game of Thrones / A Song of Ice & Fire

H.P. Lovecraft / Cthulhu Mythos

Harry Potter

Hunger Games

Indiana Jones

Fairy Tales (Lil Red Riding Hood, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Beauty and the Beast, etc)

Lord of the Rings

Mr. & Mrs. Smith

The Mummy

Pirates of the Caribbean

Phantom of the Opera

Princess Bride

The Conjuring Series

Silence of the Lambs

Stardust

Star Trek

Star Wars

Terminator

Titanic

Tomb Raider

Twilight

Underworld

Van Helsing

X-Men

Setting AUs

Ancient Egypt

Ancient Greek / Rome

Asylum

Carnival / Circus

City

Contemporary

Dystopia

Haunted House / Castle

Medieval Europe

The Old West

Prison

Small town

Snowed In

Utopia

Vacation

Victorian

1700s

1800s

1900s

Theme AUs

Adventurer

Aliens

Angels, demons

Assassins

Athletes

Band, musicians

Bodyguard

Boxer / Fighter

Bounty Hunter

Celebrities

Con artists

Hypnotist

Devils/Demons

Priest

Possession

Detectives

Doctor

Psychiatrist

Paranormal Investigators

FBI / CIA

Ghosts

Gangsters / mobsters

Lawyers

Magic & magic users

Magicians

Ninjas

Outdoorsy

Pirates

Vikings

Knights

Psychiatrists & patients

Mad Scientists

Royalty

Serial killers

Spies

Superheroes

Treasure Hunter

Vampires

Werewolves

Zombies

*****

A compiled list of alternate universe ideas.

Mob/Mafia AU (x, x)

Royalty AU (x, x, x, x, x, x, x)

Time travel AU (x)

Spies AU (x)

Coworkers AU (x, x)

Neighbors AU (x)

Library AU

Supernatural/Magic AU (x, x)

Bodyguard AU (x)

Prison AU

Hogwarts AU

Outer Space AU (x)

Firefighter AU (x)

Cop AU (x)

Lifeguard AU

Modern AU

Assassins AU

Rockstar AU

Soulmates AU (x, x)

(Post-)Apocalypse AU (x)

Fairytale AU

Historical AU (x, x)

Pirate AU (x)  

Superhero/Villain AU (x, x)

*****

More AU Ideas

BY ERA…

Dark/Middle Ages

Renaissance

Regency

Victorian

Old West

BY GENRE…

Aladdin / Arabian Nights

Beauty & the Beast

Cinderella

Hansel & Gretel

Peter Pan

Rapunzel

Rumplestiltskin

Sleeping Beauty

Snow Queen

Snow White

The Little Mermaid

The Prince/Princess & the Pauper

The Princess & the Pea

BY COUPLE…

Arranged Marriage AU

Aristocrat/Commoner AU

Artist/Muse AU

Author/Publisher AU

Chosen One & Sidekick AU

Complete Opposites AU

Doctor/Patient AU

Hades & Persephone AU

Handcuffed Together AU

Rockstar AU

Royalty/Servant AU

Soldier/Nurse AU

Soulmates AU

Professor/Student AU

Tourist/Native AU

BY CHARACTER TYPE…

Adventurer

Archaeologist AU

Assassin AU

Astronaut AU

Celebrity AU

Criminal AU

Dancer AU

Demon Slayer AU

Detective AU

Double Agent AU

Explorer AU

Fallen Angel AU

FBI / CIA Agent AU

Fighter Pilot AU

Guardian Angel AU

Hacker AU

Musician AU

Olympic Athlete AU

Photographer AU

Priest AU

Private Eye AU

Revolutionary AU

Royalty AU

Tutor AU

Viking AU

BY MYTHOLOGY / LEGENDS / FABLES…

Atlantis AU

Don Quixote

Egyptian Gods AU

El Dorado AU

Fountain of Youth AU

Greek Gods AU

King Arthur AU

Norse Gods AU

Robin Hood AU

BY SUPERNATURAL / PARANORMAL ENTITY…

Angel AU

Demigod AU

Demon AU

Genie AU

Ghost AU

Mermaid AU

Siren AU

Werewolf AU

Vampire AU

Zombie AU

BY HOLIDAY…

Christmas AU

Fourth of July AU

Halloween AU

Hanukkah AU

New Years AU

Spring Break AU

Thanksgiving AU

Valentine’s Day AU

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Ballroom Prompts:

❝  is this what you [origin/nationality/family] call dancing?  ❞

❝  then i will introduce you to some pretty young noblemen instead.  ❞

❝  allow him his fancy.  ❞

❝  but no warfare tonight, i trust.  ❞

❝  oh, dear me, i’m no dancer, let me find a better partner for you.  ❞

❝  i can think of nothing less appealing than an evening of watching other people dance.  ❞

❝  will you please come and set an example for your companions?  ❞

❝  would you take a drink with me?  ❞

❝  i may not be [name], but may i dance with you?  ❞

❝  may i have a waltz?  ❞

❝  have some more wine, my wine.  ❞

❝  take a dance in the garden, my garden.  ❞

❝  the pretty young noblewomen of [place/family] would delight to have you paw at them.  ❞

❝  but if i were to become a woman with half your grace and beauty, [name]… i would be proud and happy.  ❞

❝  you look… as lovely as ever, [name].  ❞

❝  it’s a relaxation to dance with you, [name].  ❞

❝  i’ll save you the third dance just because it’s your first ball.  ❞

❝  he has the strength of an ox. and sadly the grace of an ox as well.  ❞

❝  the whole party is here to help my father prepare for the party.  ❞

❝  you and your idiot matchmaking.  ❞

❝  you have shown yourself to be a fine dancer, despite all your protests.  ❞

❝  do you not dance, mr. [name]?  ❞

❝  though i am an old married man, i would enjoy dancing with [you/name].  ❞

❝  will you stay for the [name/celebration] ball, [name]?  ❞

❝  oh, isn’t this room just like a fairyland?  ❞

❝  tonight is for celebrations.  ❞

❝  how do you like my hair?  i did it myself.  ❞

❝  oh, i had the most wonderful time!  it was out of a dream—  ❞

❝  where do you want to be taken?  ❞

❝  if i may have the pleasure, will you join me in a [dance]?  ❞

❝  she hates us both. hardly a reason for courtship, surely.  ❞

❝  you fear for the constancy of your lover’s affections?  ❞

❝  put on your best finery, [name]. your most beautiful dress. you’re coming with me.  ❞

❝  it’s the last dance.  ❞

❝  there is a response to such an insult. but it would not be appropriate here.  ❞

❝  if i may be so bold, i would ask for your advice.  ❞

❝  i would dance with you, if you will ask me.  ❞

❝  sprezzatura. i have heard it means ‘ the effortless display of grace ’.  ❞

❝  i see no evidence of sprezzatura.  ❞

❝  i care nothing for your pretty young noblewomen.  ❞

❝  if you will be my partner, [name].  ❞

❝  it would not be improper for us to dance.  ❞

❝  [name] told me she does not mean to dance this evening, but i do see a young lady whom i should like to see dancing.  ❞

❝  i dare say, but if i’m not to dance with you, i’m getting out of this operetta and going home.  ❞

❝  i come with some admirable qualities.  ❞

❝  [name] looks quite entrancing, does she not?  ❞

sad spicy prompts 

“ kiss the pain away. “

“ kiss me until it doesn't hurt anymore. “

“ i don't know about this... “

“ i'm just not sure if this is what you need right now... “

“ i need you to screw me to oblivion. “

“ i've never cried while having sex before. “

“ sex is good. sex is right. sex is what i need right now. “

“ missionary hug position? “ “ you... what do you mean by that? “

“ you're not crying because of me, right? “

“ does this feel good? “ “ no, i still feel like shit. “

“ are you absolutely sure this is what you need right now? “

“ it's not your fault i'm crying. “ “ oh thank god... “

“ you're so beautiful... even when you're crying. “

“ we're both wrecks. but the sex is good. “

“ sex is gonna make me feel good. “ “ maybe for a couple of minutes, but the pain will still be there when you finish. “

“ tonight is not about me. “

“ i've never seen you cry before. “ “ i'm sad for you. “

“ no, i don't want you to touch me. i don't want to lay here, and let your hands roam around my body while you're crying. that's just not right. “

“ can we forget about me for a second and focus on you? “

“ don't stop... please, don't stop... take my pain away... “

“ hey, let me kiss your tears away... “

“ i want you to be more gentle tonight. “

“ use me to get off. “

“ tell me where you need me to touch you. “

“ you're finished. “ “ but what about you? “ “ wasn't part of the deal. “

“ i told you. tonight is about you. you can make it up to me some other time. “

“ you need a distraction, i'll create a distraction. “

“ can we just have sex? i don't really feel like talking. “

“ this feels good. “ “ you're crying. “ “ yeah, but not because of you... “

“ my only purpose is to love you, through it all. “

“ you're crying. “ “ shut up. “ “ you really think i'm that terrible, huh? you've been faking this entire time? ;) “ “ shut up! :D “

“ i don't want any pleasure from you tonight, not when you feel this way. you'll finish, and then we'll go to sleep. “

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🌹Austen and Bronte prompts  🌹

“None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.”

“I have not the pleasure of understanding you.”

“Fine dancing, I believe, like virtue, must be its own reward.”

“I do not pretend to set people right, but I do see that they are often wrong.”

“Selfishness must always be forgiven, you know, because there is no hope of a cure.”

“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.”

“I always deserve the best treatment because I never put up with any other.”

“Better be without sense than misapply it as you do”

“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”

“I would always rather be happy than dignified.”

“Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.”

“Flirting is a woman’s trade, one must keep in practice.”

“I am not deceitful: if I were, I should say I loved you; but I declare I do not love you: I dislike you the worst of anybody in the world.”

“I liked my name pronounced by your lips in a grateful, happy accent.”

“I looked with timorous joy towards a stately house: I saw a blackened ruin.”

“You, sir, are the most phantom-like of all; you are a mere dream.”

“I can feel no sentiment of approbation inferior to love.”

“It is not what we think or feel that makes us who we are. It is what we do. Or fail to do.”

“I wish, as well as everybody else, to be perfectly happy; but, like everybody else, it must be in my own way.”

“When I fall in love, it will be forever.”

“Run mad as often as you choose, but do not faint!”

"Time will explain."

“We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us.”

“My idea of good company...is the company of clever, well-informed people, who have a great deal of conversation; that is what I call good company”

“Let us never underestimate the power of a well-written letter.”

“Reader I married (her/him/them)”

“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.”

“How quick come the reasons for approving what we like.”

"There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison."

"When pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure."

"Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings."

"I was quiet, but I was not blind."

"A fondness for reading, properly directed, must be an education in itself."

"Let us have the luxury of silence."

"I was so anxious to do what is right that I forgot to do what is right."

"I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading."

"I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine."

"My good opinion once lost is lost forever."

"You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."

"It's been many years since I had such an exemplary vegetable."

"There are people, who the more you do for them, the less they will do for themselves."

"I have never been in love ; it is not my way, or my nature; and I do not think I ever shall."

"She was one of those, who, having, once begun, would be always in love."

"The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid."

"There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature."

"Oh! I am delighted with the book! I should like to spend my whole life in reading it."

"Beware how you give your heart."

"The more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love."

"If I could but know his heart, everything would become easy."

"I come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is and always will be...yours."

"If a book is well written, I always find it too short."

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December Writing Prompts:

Day 1 - Baking || Vanilla, sprinkles, and chocolate flavored kisses.

Day 2 - Frozen Lake || Cold hands, Scarves, and Snow.

Day 3 - Hot Chocolate || Marshmallows, wam hands, and soft smiles.

Day 4 - Cozy Cabin || Patterned rugs, soft blankets, and warm baths.

Day 5 - Fire Places || Fuzzy socks, soft rugs, and hands intertwined.

Day 6 - Blanket Fort || Fluffy pillows, movies, and snacks

Day 7 - Catching a cold || Tissues, savory soup, and cuddles.

Day 8 - Snowed In || Candles, snow drifts, and quiet.

Day 9 - Sledding || biting wind, cold noses, and laughter

Day 10 - Winter Market || Murmuring crowds, rows of stalls, and the smell of food.

Day 11 - Snowball Fight || Heavy breathing, footprints in the snow, and warm hugs.

Day 12 - Lonely || Gloomy skies, soft blankets, and a warm fire.

Day 13 - Warm Bath || Bubble bath, soft music, and gentle hands.

Day 14 - Homemade Meal/Cooking || Savory spices, hot meals, and family.

Day 15 - Sleigh Ride || Sleigh bells, foggy breath, and the smell of cedar.

Day 16 - Mistletoe || Warm lights, smoke, and friends.

Day 17 - Gingerbread || Icing on their cheek, smell of cinnamon, and playful kisses.

Day 18 - Sunsets || Golden hour, towering pine trees, and warm coats.

Day 19 - Movie Nights || Laughter, snacks, and cuddles.

Day 20 - Hiking || Rough ground, crisp morning air, and sunrises.

Day 21 - Sweaters || Cozy feelings, goosebumps, and comforting hands.

Day 22 - Unique Traditions || Smiles, acceptance, and making memories.

Day 23 - Proposal || Nerves, candles, and a tasty meal.

Day 24 - Holiday Traffic || Car horns, comforting words, and snow.

Day 25 - Lazy Mornings || Soft blankets, familiar arms, and the morning light.

Day 26 -Furry Friends || Shining eyes, the pitter - patter of paws, and that fuzzy feeling in your chest.

Day 27 - Roasting Marshmallows || Roaring bonfires, laughter of friends, and gooey marshmallows.

Day 28 - Huddle for Warmth || Warm bodies, steady breaths, and comforting feelings.

Day 29 - Holiday Lights || Holiday music, bright colors, and joy.

Day 30 - Fireworks || Loud booms, sparkling light, and a breathtaking kiss.

Day 31 - Wild Card || write anything you want!

Dialogue Prompts:

“oh shit! The cookies!”

“I’m going to fall in my ass.”

“Are you a heater or something?”

“you get the blankets and pillows and I’ll get the snacks.”

“You’re freezing!”

“What are we going to do?”

“Woah - Woah! slow down!”

“Wow…it’s so beautiful!”

“If you throw that, so help me-”

“Want some company?”

“Are you just going to stand there?”

“So this is the part when we kiss?”

“hm, something smells good.”

“But-! Look how cute they are!”

“Please, just take it.”

“Aren’t you cold?”

Christmas/Winter Prompts

Scene Starters

Gingerbread house

Cookie baking/decorating

Christmas dinner

Christmas/winter party

Snow

Snowman

Snowball fight

Christmas tree

Gift giving

Presents

Present wrapping

Santa

Fire

Reindeer

Bells

Shopping

Cold

Ornaments

Lights

Eggnog

Christmas movies

Christmas music

Mistletoe

Curled in front of the fire

Peppermint mocha

Mint

Hot chocolate

Matching Pjs

Singing Carols

Decorating the Christmas Tree

Ice Skating

Sweater Weather

Grinch

Elf

Blizzard

Hat, scarf & mittens

Shoveling snow

Sledding

Ugly Christmas sweater

Dialogue Prompts

“It’s cold in here! Can you warm me up please?”

“It’s Christmas and I wanted to give this gift to you.”

“I usually hate the holiday season, but it’s a little more bearable with you.”

"You’ve had some brilliant ideas in the past, but driving through a snowstorm only to get stuck on the road has truly been your best idea.”

"I might’ve told everyone that you’re my date because I didn’t want to go to this Christmas party alone.”

“Let’s just stay in here, where it’s warm.”

“Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe.”

“I know we said no presents this year but…”

“Fuck it, a new year is about to start, and I can’t go another year hiding this from you — I love you.”

"This is the best gift you could’ve given me.”

"Please just come to this New Year’s party with me.”

“You look adorable covered in snow.”

“Please don’t make me wear this, I look ridiculous.”

“It’s our first holiday together.”

"How much mistletoe did your brothers put up!?”

"Did you spike our hot chocolate?”

“I’ll let you sit on my knee.”

"I can’t get the star on, would you give me a hand?”

"Looks like you’ve had a few drinks!” - “You haven’t had enough if you’re noticing.

“Please get off the lake-the ice is too thin to skate on and I don’t want to have to jump in after you.”

"God, you’re shivering so much— just take my jacket.”

“You started this snowball fight, and now I have to finish it.”

“Is that my scarf?”

“You’ve never seen snow before?”

“Come sit by the fireplace with me.”

“I think the power just went out.”

“I didn’t think it was possible for someone to suck so badly at gift wrapping, but here you are.”

“If I freeze to death, I’m blaming you.”

"I have a confession- I hate Christmas.”

“I guess we’re stuck here until the snow dies down.”

“So, are you going to be my New Year’s kiss?”

"I need a lot more wine to get me through this dinner.”

"I feel like we’re in a cheesy holiday movie.”

“I can’t believe I got sick.”

“Uh…I think the lock is frozen.”

“t’s Christmas Eve and my ex turns up at my door.“

"I need some love.”

“We got snowed in a cabin in the middle of nowhere.”

“I hate the cold so much.”

"Best Christmas ever.”

“New Years Eve was supposed to be fun – instead we ended up in a prison cell. This is your fault.”

“You look so beautiful in the snow.”

"Who knew you were actually a decent baker?”

"I thought you were going home for Christmas.” - “Well, I couldn’t leave you all alone.”

"I kind of got too drunk at this New Year’s party and I need you to pick me up.”

“That is the most hideous sweater I’ve ever seen, and yet, somehow, you’re pulling it off.”

"I told you to wear a bigger jacket.”

"It’s New Year’s. Of course I’m drunk.”

"How are you not cold?!”

"Don’t you dare throw that snowball.”

"Can I sleep with you?”

“Are you still mad because I ate the last cookie?”

"Oh, you’re so warm, don’t ever let go of me.”

"I can’t wait to spend another year with you.”

“Your hands are so cold.”

“You say mistletoe, I say mistlefoe. If you can beat me in hand to hand combat, then we can kiss.”

“You know, I don’t trust you when you say to come outside with your hands behind you like that. If you’re about to throw snow at me, I’m about to lock you outside for the night.”

"It’s too damn early for this holiday shit.”

“You’re a real Scrooge.”

"Will you make me a hot chocolate?”

"Just hold my hand, I won’t let you slip.”

“My snowman looks better than yours.”

“Do I smell burning?”

"Ugh, I’ve caught a cold.”

"You can’t go outside in this weather.”

"God, is our first kiss really going to be under the mistletoe?”

“I’m freezing my ass off.”

“Exactly how many candy canes have you eaten?”

"I’m your Christmas gift.”

“Merry Christmas!”

“Happy Holidays!”

“Um, I got you something.”

“You look cold.”

“What are you looking at?”

“Ho ho ho”

“Baby, it’s cold outside.”

“Is that mistletoe?”

“All I want for Christmas is you.”

“Here, take my coat.”

“It’s literally blizzarding outside.”

“You’re like my own, personal space heater.”

“Don’t forget the peppermint!”

“What the hell is that supposed to be?”

“I love it...” “No, no you hate it.”

“Are you wearing socks... to sleep?” “My feet get cold!”

“For the last time, Die Hard is not a Christmas movie!”

“You got a little something, right there.”

“Your hands are freezing.”

“Yeah, very funny, I slipped on the ice, asshole.”

“Watch out!”

“Can we just cuddle all day?”

“Looks like we’re snowed in.”

“Wonderful, stuck with you for hours.”

“That tree just looks sad.”

“Do we have enough decorations up yet?”

“Whatever you’re making smells amazing.”

“Just one more.”

“Do you have every Christmas song memorized?”

“Hey! That was mine.”

“i told you to be careful with the ice!”

“i saw you fall from the window, are you okay?”

“can you walk on it?”

“it’s okay, i think…”

“i can’t move it.”

“i’m fine, i swear.”

“you were outside for how long? without a coat?”

“get inside before you freeze to death..”

“you didn’t want to listen to me when i said you’d get sick. you should have worn your coat out in that weather .”

“i’m not sick because it was cold out. that’s just a myth.”

“you scared me yesterday, y'know? i thought you had hypothermia or something…i’ve never seen you like that.”

“alright i know it’s not that cold. c'mere and let me see something, you might be running a fever.”

“hug me?”

“babe, you’re shivering.”

“n-no i’m n-not”

“i can’t even move my fingers, it’s freezing.”

“give me your hands, i’ll warm them up.”

“why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?”

“you were really excited about the snow so…”

“who breaks up with their partner on christmas eve?”

“let’s just stay in today and watch christmas movies, that’ll cheer you up.”

“i burnt my hand trying to take these damn cookies out of the oven!”

Merry & Bright

Snow | Northern Lights | Presents

Christmas Carols | Fireplace | Snowman

Books | Pets | String Lights/Christmas Lights

Blankets | Cooking | Traveling

Chocolate | Jewelry | Cold

Christmas Tree | Movie | Candles

Late Night | Love Language | Comfort

Decorations | Dancing | Spices

Mistletoe | Stuffed Animal | Snowflakes

Hot Cocoa | Crafts | Laughter

Antique | Secrets | Family

Ice | Ugly Sweater | Hot Spring

Winter Forest | Gingerbread | Hockey

Warm Bath | Sledding | Snow Globe

Pine | Snowed In | Sleigh Ride

Cabin | Storm | Quiet

Ice Skating | Stars | Getting Sick

Dressing Up | Nutcracker | Candy

Kissing Booth | Shopping | Eggnog

Popcorn | Alone | Santa

Traditions | CandyLand | Sunrise

Bells | Magic | Baking

Competition | Letters | Promises

Sewing | Warm Winter | Soup

Candy Cane | Homesick | Color

Disney | Celebration | Community

School Break | Resolutions | Ribbons

Time | Games | Memories

Champagne | Surprises | Roses

Reindeer | Fruit | Gold

Countdown | Glitter | Collections

starry night

baking

hot chocolate

scarf

music

snowflakes

joy

sweets

fuzzy socks

sleigh ride

stars

mulled wine

candles

books

ornaments

snowball fight

miracle

christmas market

apron

coming home

wrapping paper

christmas tree

fairy lights

secrets

family

cookies

reunions

snowman

wishes

silence

fireworks

First Frost

Snow/Ice Storm

Snowed In

Playing in the Snow

Lost in a Storm

Frosted Windows

Piercing Cold

Icicles

Snow Fort

Rosy Cheeks

Walk in the Snow

Seeing Your Breath

Snowball Fight

First Time (a Winter Sport, Snow, Blizzard, etc.)

Quiet

Warmth

By the Fire

Bundled Up

Blanket Nest/Fort

Winter Clothing

Cold

Lights

Traditions

Hibernation

Hot Drinks

Cookies and Milk

Soup

Freshly Baked Goods

Gift Giving

Food/Feast

Winter Solstice

↪     𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 ,    updated .     ( a  collection  of  various  settings  meant  to  inspire  drabbles  or  be  used  as  prompts .   

001.        the seaside ,  as the     sun is setting     .

002.        a cabin in the middle of     the woods     .

003.        a home with a white picket     fence .

004.        a dark bus stop lit only     by street lights     .

005.        a dive bar .

006.        a funhouse’s room of     mirrors     .

007.        an office building ,      bustling and busy .

008.        the back row of an empty     movie theater     .

009.        a rundown motel room .

010.        a loud house party on a     suburban street     .

011.        a university lecture hall     during a class     .

012.        the rooftop of a very tall     building     .

013.        a great ballroom during an     elegant party     .

014.        a natural history museum .

015.        the wine cellar of a large     mansion     .

016.        an old school gym .

017.        a boisterous bonfire at     the lakeside     .

018.        an otherwise empty parking     lot     .

019.        a neon club filled     with throbbing music .

020.        the grounds of an empty     summer camp     .

021.        a large hedge maze ,      easy to get lost in .

022.        a derelict treehouse .

023.        a spacious ,      light-filled meadow .

024.        an underground illegal     fighting club     .

025.        an abandoned mansion .

026.        a cabinet of curiosities .

027.        an apple orchard in the middle of spring .

028.        an empty playground with     squeaky swings     .

029.        an extravagant greenhouse .

030.        the base of a large     waterfall     .

031.        a spacious walk - in     closet full of lovely clothes .

032.        an attic or basement     filled with forgotten things .

033.        the dark depths of an     abandoned mine     .

034.        the deck of a fishing boat     at night     .

035.        at home during a power     outage .

036.        a long ,  winding     road .

037.        the scene of a violent     crime     .

038.        a fork in a hiking trail     deep in the wilderness .

039.        a porch on a stormy     evening .

040.        a dusty antiques shop full     of relics .

041.        the street of an     unfamiliar city at night .

042.        between the tall shelves     of a rare book shop .

043.        an abandoned asylum .

044.        a brewery or winery .

045.        a mysterious trail found     in the woods .

046.        a stable of horses .

047.        a county fair at night .

048.        a rodeo .

049.        a garden bountiful with     flowers or produce .

050.        a childhood home or     bedroom     .

051.        the site of a horrible     accident or crime .

052.        a closed pool ,  after everyone has left .

053.        a home holding horrific memories .

054.         a drive in movie theater .

055.        a double-booked air b&b .

056.        a police station in the middle of the night .

057.        a violent storm warning .

058.        a lavish ,   invite - only party .

059.        a public transit stop as rain is pouring down .

060.        a cabin in the woods .

061.        the underworld .

062.        a dusty ,   forgotten attic .

063.        on the set of a television show or movie .

064.        a lighthouse overlooking the raging sea .

065.        in an archaeological site.

066.        on a ship hundreds of miles from the nearest coast .

067.        a place from a dream or a memory .

068.        a tent pitched in the middle of the woods .

069.        ancient ruins .

070.        the morgue during an identification .

071.        an otherwise empty library     during a late research session .

072.        a place that feels familiar ,  yet you've never been     here before .

073.        a long hallway that seems to stretch on forever .

074.        a signpost at the start of a hiking trail .

075.        a bar or tavern bustling with life .

076.        the dance floor of a masquerade ball .

077.        inside of a car parked in a secluded area .

078.        at the edge of a cliff overlooking a large lake .

079.        inside a very old house with very old haunts .

080.        inside a courtroom .

081     past the warning signs .

082     around a bonfire or campfire .

083     here there be monsters .

084     high on a mountainside .

085     inside a trendy coffeeshop or     bookshop .

086     on a road trip .

087     at a writer’s retreat .

088     under the stars .

089     a swanky restaurant .

090     on safari .

091     a picturesque beach .

092     a quaint village abroad .

093     in the fall foliage .

094     a crystalline winter dawn .

095     an expedition into the unknown .

096     a treasure hunt .

097     following a mysterious map .

098     off the map .

099     lost .

100     exactly where you were always meant     to be .

TRUTH OR DARE PROMPTS

TRUTHS.

😴 What’s the hottest sex dream you’ve ever had?

🪞 Have you ever been caught having sex?

🏕 When did you last have sex outside, if ever?

🍯 Where is the strangest place you’ve ever masturbated?

🚶‍♀️Have you ever accidentally walked in on anyone?

💥 What’s the wildest place you’ve ever had sex?

📲 Have you ever sexted anyone?

💦 When was the first time you came?

💭 What’s your favorite fantasy to pleasure yourself to?

📷 Have you ever sent a dirty picture to someone?

🍄 What is the most adventurous thing you’d want someone to do to you?

🦿 Have you ever accidentally injured yourself trying something new in bed?

👄 Who’s the most inappropriate person you’ve ever had a fantasy about?

🤳 Have you ever accidentally sent sexy pictures to the wrong person?

DARES.

🗿 Say something dirty to the person of your choice.

👻 Go find your old Halloween costume and put it on for me. Then, let’s decide what to role-play.

💄 Engage in foreplay with me for five minutes with one rule: You’re allowed to kiss me anywhere but my mouth.

💡 Turn out the lights and try to turn me on using *only* sounds.

📥 Go leave me an X-rated voicemail message right now and I have to listen to it in front of you.

🚿 Hop in the shower with me and wash my body, making sure not to miss any hard spots.

✋🏻 For the next 60 seconds, touch yourself like you’d like to touch me.

👅 Spell out a short, sultry message on my body…with your tongue.

🐒 Do your best sexy crawl.

🛎 You’re in school and you’ve been a bad student. For the next round, you’re in time-out on someone’s lap.

✨ Lightly trace your hands over someone else’s lips and whisper, “I’m coming, I’m coming,“ five times.

🍑 Someone gives you a back massage for one minutes while you’re blindfolded. If you like their style, you can choose to kiss them afterwards, but without knowing their identity.

🤠 Your partner has to ride you like a cowboy and you have to buck like a bronco.

🍆 Beg them to make out with you. They have to refuse. Keep trying to convince them in different ways for two minutes.

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Smut Prompts

Send me a word and I’ll write a drabble or starter about…

First - Our muses having their first time

Mouth - One of our muses going down on the other

In - Our muses involved in penetrative sex

Plunge - One of our muses fingering the other

Behind - Our muses having anal sex

Scratch - Our muses having rough sex

Voice - Our muses having phone sex

Pony - One muse riding the other

Beg - One of our muses denying the other their orgasm

Toys - One muse uses sex toys on the other

More - One muse has multiple orgasms

Play - Our muses roleplay in the bedroom

Video - Our muses watch pornography together

Speed - Our muses have a quickie

Blind - One muse blindfolds the other for sex

Worship - One muse worships the others body during sex

Control - One muse acts a the dominant over the other during sex

Perform - One muse watching the other masturbate for them

Watch - One muse putting on a show for their voyeur partner

Alone - One muse masturbating to the thought of the other

Bind - Our muses using restraints in the bedroom

Risky - Our muses having sex without protection

Motor - Our muses having sex in a car

Check-In- Our muses having sex in a hotel

Party - Our muses having sex at some sort of get-together

Nature - Our muses having sex outside

Pray - Our muses have sex in a house of worship

Sorry - Our muses having sex after an argument

Reunite - Our muses having sex after being apart for some time

Rub - Our muses take part in frottage/friction play

Slap - One muse spanks the other

Partition - One muse puts on their best lingerie to seduce the other

Passing - Our muses have a one night stand

Domestic - Our muses have a sensual night as a married couple

Honeymoon - Our muses have sex as newlyweds

Celebrate - Our muses have sex on a holiday

Caught - Our muse get caught having sex by a third party

Friends - Our muses are friends with benefits

Wet - Our muses have sex while submerged in water (tub, pool, etc.)

Coffee - Our muses have sex in the morning

Private - Our muses have sex in a closet

Math - Our muses have sex in the 69 position

Beast - One muse roleplays a pet or animal for the other

Veins - Our muses indulge in bloodplay

Create - Our muses have sex with the intent to conceive

Flowering - Our muses have sex while one is pregnant

Gasp - Our muses introduce breathplay to their bedroom

Lock - One muse uses a chastity device on the other

Whisper - One muse dirty talks the other

Liquor - Our muses try to have sex while smashed on alcohol

Influence - Our muses decide to try something  they read about/saw in a movie

Exposed - Our muses take part in exhibitionism

Warning - Our muses try some more dangerous sex

Silent - One muse gags the other

Past - Our muses have sex in a historical AU

Shame - One muse humiliates the other as part of a sex game

Doctor - One muse takes on the role of a medical professional for roleplay

Reflect - Our muses have sex and watch themselves in a mirror

Greed - Our muses have especially decadent or hedonistic sex

Strap - One muse pegs the other

Throne - One muse sits on the other’s face

Magic - Our muses have sex as part of a ritual

Feel - Our muses engage in sensation play

Soldier - Our muses play with a military/uniform kink

Holy - One muse belongs to a religious order, and the other seduces them out of celibacy.

Survival - Our muses have ‘glad-to-be-alive’ sex after a battle/cataclysm

Finale - Our muses have a final fling before a major battle/cataclysm

Heal - One muse offers sex to comfort their sick/injured partner

Goodbye - Our muses have one last night before breaking up/leaving each other

Slumber - One muse has a sex dream about the other

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SMUTTY PROMPTS BUT WITH SOME PLOT FOR EXTRA SPICE 🔥

1) our muses are undressing each other for the first time and sender notices receiver’s scars they’ve never seen before.

2)  our muses are undressing each other for the first time and receiver notices sender’s scars they’ve never seen before.

3)  our muses take a shower together to wash blood off each other.

4) our muses impulsively have sex after committing a high stakes crime together  ( murder, bank robbery, etc. feel free to specify  ).

5)  our muses have passionate,  adrenaline high sex after a battle/mission.

6)  our muses have been separated from each other by circumstance for a considerable amount of time and have sex for the first time since being reunited.

7) our muses were broken up and have sex after getting back together.

8)  our muses are broken up but have ‘one last time’ sex.

9)  our muses are in a fight and have angry sex.

10)  one muse uses sex to comfort the other one and coax in some vulnerability.

11)  one muse uses sex to distract and avoid vulnerability.

12)  muses clinging desperately to each other during sex,  holding each other close like they’re afraid to let go.

13)  one muse giving the other who is injured oral while they’re recovering.

14) one muse comes over to comfort the other one and it unintentionally turns into comfort sex.

15) one muse utilizes orgasm denial to get information out of the other  (  whether teasingly or in earnest  ).

16)  our muses are drunk/high and have some messy sex they don’t remember the next morning.

17)  our muses aren’t romantically involved but wind up having sex out of convenience.

18)  one muse accidentally stumbles on the other who is undressing, but they tell them to stay and seductively strip the rest in front of them.

19)  one muse fingers the other while they’re having an important discussion.

20)  one muse sits on the other’s lap with their cock or strap inside while they do another task ( paperwork,  reading,  watching a movie etc.  ).

21) one or both muses have gone through breakups and have sex with each other to feel better or for revenge.

22)  one muse has sex with the other in exchange for a favor.

23)  one muse has little to no experience with sex and approaches the other more experienced muse to teach them.

24)  our muses are on the run together and have sex while caught up in the thrill of it all.

25)  our muses are enemies/rivals but a fight leads to sex.

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sexual tension prompts.

i deleted my old blog by mistake, so i’m revamping these!! if you want to reverse them, add a +, like so: [ PIN ] + and the roles will switch! these prompts are inspired by THIS MEME! they’re designed for all muses, regardless of whether they’ve interacted before or not!

[ PIN ] : sender pins receiver against a wall.

[ HANDS ] : our muses’ hands touch. (anything from grazing past or the hand holding content we all deserve.)

[ GAZE ] : sender watches receiver from across a crowded room.

[ GUIDE ] : in order to guide the receiver, sender presses a hand against the small of their back.

[ INVITE ] : sender asks receiver into a private room with nobody else present.

[ TOUCH ] : our muses touching one another discreetly but intimately in a public setting.

[ LICK ] : sender licks something from their thumb or lips in front of receiver.

[ SLEEVES ] : sender rolls up their sleeves to reveal their forearms.

[ SMIRK ] : while interacting with receiver, sender can’t resist a smirk.

[ NECKLACE ] : sender fastens a necklace around receiver’s neck, leaning in close to do so.

[ CLOSE ] : our muses are in a position which leads to the sender stepping intimately closer to the receiver.

[ UNBUTTON ] : due to heat or stress or other reasons, sender unbuttons the top of their shirt to reveal their neckline.

[ DANCE ] : our muses dance together in close quarters.

[ DEFEND ] : sender physically intervenes between receiver and a source of unwanted attention.

[ TEXT ] : sender texts intimate content to receiver.

[ PHONE ] : while on the phone with receiver, sender flirts teasingly during the call.

[ BEHIND ] : unexpectedly, sender arrives close to receiver from behind, taking them by surprise.

[ WET ] : our muses find one another in a torrential downpour of rain, both soaking wet.

[ LEAN ] : sender leans tantalisingly close to receiver to retrieve something or catch their attention.

[ LOOK ] : sender initiates intense eye contact with receiver.

[ ALONE ] : our muses find one another alone in an isolated setting.

[ ASK ] : sender asks receiver if they’re single.

[ WHISPER ] : sender leans close to receiver’s ear in order to whisper something to them.

[ BRUSH ] : sender reaches forward to brush a strand of receiver’s hair from their eyes.

[ STEADY ] : sender steadies receiver by placing their hands on their waist when the receiver almost falls against them.

[ SMILE ] : sender begins to grin at something the receiver is saying, like a big unstoppable grin.

[ PULL ] : sender pulls receiver into their side as they’re walking together.

[ STRADDLE ] : while sparring, sender gains the upper hand and pins the receiver in place, straddling their waist in the process.

[ BLADE ] : sender, having been enemies with the receiver, places a knife to their throat, but does nothing else.

[ STARE ] : while the receiver is speaking, the sender’s gaze drifts to their lips.

[ UNDERCOVER ] : while pretending to be a couple for the sake of a mission or other purpose, sender and receiver find themselves giving a Remarkably Convincing performance that leaves them questioning how platonic they really are.

[ AFTER ] : sender has just impulsively and passionately kissed the receiver without any warning nor apparent reason. how does the receiver respond?

[ REMARK ] : after someone passes a remark on what a cute couple the seemingly platonic sender and receiver are, the sender casts a meaningful glance at the receiver, expecting them to say something about it first.

[ PHOTOGRAPH ] : as someone volunteers to take a picture of them on a day out, sender instinctively wraps an arm around the receiver to steady them, holding them close for a photo that turns out to be more romantic than they were expecting.

[ CHALLENGE ] : after the receiver teasingly suggests that the sender is a terrible kisser, sender immediately and fervently proves them wrong with a long, passionate kiss that leaves the receiver taking back what they said.

[ LANGUAGE ] : sender begins to speak seductively and fluently with the receiver in another language.

[ CONSTANT ] : after days/weeks/months/years of endless flirting back and forth, sender finally dares the receiver to go beyond flirting and break the tensions between them properly.

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PIRATE / A SEAFARER’S AESTHETIC SENTENCE STARTERS

Sentence starters meant to be used as roleplay prompts & sentence starters. These are from various sea shanties and songs that remind the author of the sea. Please feel free to change pronouns and words as needed!

“ never shall we die! “

” some of us died, but some are still alive “  

” turn the sails toward home! “  

” i had to shake myself to make sure you were really there “  

” who’s the one with the nut-brown hair? “  

"  fair and square, i surrendered there to your charms ”  

“  i’ve a heart to let, and no tenet yet ”

“  i’ve never seen anyone like you. ”

“ will you go, lassie? ”  

“  i’m trying to prove i have love in my heart ”  

“  my heart is wounded and forlorn ”

“ home is behind, the world ahead ”

“ still ‘round the corner there may wait a new road or a secret gate   ”

“ tomorrow we may come this way ”

“ let’s take the hidden paths that run toward the moon or toward the sun ”  

“  when you go, i fear you’ll never return again ”

“  my heart is pierced by cupid ”  

“  i disdain all glittering gold ”

“  my happiness attends you wherever you may go ”

“  i pray the day arrives when you’ll never roam again ”  

“ keep your feet fast on the land  ”  

“  when the sunset fell into the ocean, i would hold you for hours in the dark ”  

“  time is a dangerous enemy ”

“  take my hand. let’s go home together ”  

“  when i jumped in, you jumped in too ”

“  i’m a wreck of a ship tossed on the waves ”  

“  the night was yours and you were mine ”

“  i can’t let too many thoughts in ”  

“  you were once my true love ”

“  all the harm i’ve ever done was only to myself ”  

“  good night and joy be to you all ”  

“ i’ll swim and sail on stormy seas without a fear of drowning ”  

“  i’ll gladly ride the waves of life if you would marry me ”

“  no scorching sun or freezing cold will stop me on my journey ”  

“  my dearest one, my darling dear, your mighty words astound me ”  

“  i’ve no need for mighty deeds when i feel your arms around me ”  

“  i would keep you from all harm if you would stay beside me ”  

“  i have no use for rings of gold, and i care not for your poetry ”  

“  i only want your hand to hold, i only want you near me ”  

“  i am a lighthouse, worn by the weather and the waves ”

“  your joy means everything to me  ”  

“  the winds that blow remind me of what is and what can never be ”

“  where the horizon meets the sea, there’s a land that i call home ”

“  come build memories with me in the starlight ”

“  you’ll remember the land you loved when you come back home again. ”

“  will i forever wonder why? ”

“  i promise i’ll remember you the next time i come here ”

“  what are these tears upon your face? ”  

“  soon you will see, all of your fears will pass away ”

“  you’re safe in my arms ”  

“  the ships have come to carry you home ”  

“  don’t say that we’ve come to the end ”

“  i’m tired and i think i want to go home ”

“  catch me if you think you can ”  

“  i’ll row to the edge of the world  ”

“  follow me if you dare ”

“  do you need it? do you need me to tell the truth? ”  

“  i’m not ready for this ”

“  my mother told me someday i would buy galleys with good oars and sail to distant shores ”  

“  if you had fought like a man, you wouldn’t be about to die like a dog ”  

“  kiss me like there’s nobody else in the room ”

“  i’m gonna put you in a song i write ”

“  see me now, a ray of light in the moondance ”

“  don’t ask me to follow where you lead ”

“  now you belong to me ”

“  i was never meant to leave ”

“  there’s nothing i wouldn’t do for you ”  

“  if anything bad was after you i’d rip it apart with my bare fists ”

“  what’s this? what are you talking about? ”  

“  no one’s gonna hurt you, no one’s gonna dare ”  

“  come and dream the night with me ”

“  have no fear when the night draws near ”

“  don’t worry about times ahead, the future is unknown ”  

“  we can trust our love to guide us home  ”

“  i’ve seen your flag on the marble arch ”

“  love is not a victory march, it is cold and it is broken ”  

“  come, my love, be one with the sea ”

“  rule with me for eternity ”  

“  leave their souls to me ”  

“  your voice comes in like the tide ”

“  i’m scared of what’s inside my head ”

“  fear is suffocating me, i can’t breathe ”  

“  i feel like i’m drowning and sinking deeper ”

“  the people you love will change you ”

“  nothing on earth can silence that quiet voice inside you ”

“  the call isn’t out there at all, it’s inside me ”

“  i have crossed the horizon to find you ”

“  let it all burn down around us ”

“  i’m no man of honor, my guilt goes dark and deep ”  

“  i’ll endure you till my grave ”

“  i hear the voices telling me that this should be mine ”  

“  fear me or love me, it’s all the same ”  

“  just say the word, and i’ll let the world burn ”

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prompts for those with a reputation.

“ i heard you were back in town. ”

“ you’re not nearly as quiet as you believe yourself to be. ”

“ discretion was never as strong a suit for you as your… other, talents. ”

“ when they first said you were back, i thought they were delusional. now i worry that i’m the insane one. ”

“ they tell me you’re the one to go to for… well. my particular problem. ”

“ you were great. are great. but… you could’ve been legendary. ”

“ people are rather interested in making your acquaintance. ”

“ you know the police are still after you, right? ”

“ look at you. smirk and all, like we should be kissing your feet for existing. ”

“ you’ve gained quite the reputation, you know. ”

“ i’ve seen you. in the news… ”

“ is it true? what they say about you? ”

“ i don’t believe any of it. how can one person manage to pull that off? ”

“ i… i thought you’d be taller, for some reason. ”

“ you might tell me how you did it, some day. perhaps over drinks? ”

“ people would give their right arm just to have a chance at talking to you. ”

“ the entire world knows your name. and still, we whisper it. ”

“ you’re both renowned and a complete and utter mystery. ”

“ goodness. all the rumors about you, and you look… nothing like what i was anticipating. ”

“ everyone who’s anyone knows the story about you. but do we know the truth? ”

“ you really should hear some of the rumors about you. comedic gold… ”

“ well, the stories are obviously all fake. right? ”

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♥ fight sex / weapons ♥ { NSFW 18+ KINK RP STARTERS } kinks : blood kink,  breath play,  gun play,  knife play. more can be added on request.   add ‘+ reverse’ to reverse the prompt.

[ AFTERMATH ]:  after surviving a fight,  sender begins tearing at receiver’s clothes in the middle of the aftermath.

[ BITE ]:  while fighting,  sender bites receiver to get the upper hand  &  receiver moans.

[ CLOTHES ]:  sender uses their knife to cut off receiver’s clothes.

[ CUT ]:  sender uses their knife to cut receiver [ specify where ].

[ HANDS ]:  after being pinned,  sender grabs receiver’s hand  &  shoves it against them so they can see how wet  /  hard they are.

[ HILT ]:  sender inserts the hilt of their [ knife, sword, etc. ] into receiver.

[ MOUTH ]:  sender traces receiver’s mouth with the muzzle of their gun.

[ PIN ]:  sender pins receiver to the wall  &  puts their gun to the underside of their jaw  /  their knife to their throat before kissing them.

[ PRACTICE ]:  sender is showing receiver how to shoot a gun  &  can’t keep their hands to themselves.

[ ROLEPLAY ]:  sender suggests a scene where both muses are assassins or thieves after the same target.

[ SNIPER ]:  while on a mission,  sender pulls down receiver’s pants while they’re laying on the ground in a sniper position.

[ WIRE ]:  sender uses piano wire to cut off the sender’s breathing.

[ WRESTLE ]:  while rolling around  &  trying to get the upper hand,  sender pins down receiver completely.

WORDS.

❝ are you going to keep talking or are you going to do something with that? ❞  

❝ are you ready to give up?   or do we need to do this again? ❞  

❝ hit me one more time  &  see what happens. ❞  

❝ oh,  you like this.   you shouldn’t.   i could hurt you. ❞  

❝ open your mouth.   if you like it so much,  i’ll give it to you. ❞  

❝ say mercy. ❞  

❝ you keep looking at my [ gun / knife / specify ] like that  &  i might get jealous. ❞  

❝ you look so pretty letting me do this to you. ❞  

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battle prompts.

“ we can’t save them all! ”

“ come on, quickly! get up! we need to move! ”

“ …we need a diversion. someone needs to go back there, buy the rest of you guys more time… ”

“ no! we’re not leaving you behind! ”

“ i’m out of ammo. ”

“ you’re bleeding… ”

“ i actually can’t believe we did all of that with no casualties! isn’t that amazing? isn’t… [NAME]? ”

“ i can distract them. you get yourself and the others to safety. ”

“ no arguments! we don’t have time! now go! ”“ they still have the prisoners… we can’t abandon them. ”

“ no. not we. i can’t abandon them. you need to escort the others to safety. ”

“ you stubborn jackass, i’m not about to leave you alone out here! ”

“ you forget. we’re a team now. meaning, i watch your back, you watch mine. ”

“ didn’t think i’d leave you behind, now, did you? ”

“ i… i can’t move. i’m stuck. you have to go, you know this. ”

“ shut up! this is my choice, damn you! leave me here, i have my gun, i can buy enough time for you. ”

“ don’t. as always, my darling, time is against us. go. it’s alright. i love you. and i forgive you. ”

“ they’re not going to stop. we need to make our final stand. ”

“ well… if this is my last chance to say it… i love you. ”

“ no! no, get off of me, i’m not leaving them behind! ”

“ i won’t leave you here. i promise. i’m staying with you. ”

“ you know what needs to be done. okay? i know. i know. it’s alright. i’ll be right here with you. but you need to do it now. ”

“ no! i can still save them! ”

“ i’ve lost enough friends today. i’m not losing you, too! ”

“ it’s… it’s just a scratch? ”

“ come on… in what world would i not take a bullet for you? ”

“ you idiot… you… goddamnit, where’s the medic?! ”

“ i… i know this isn’t the right time nor place, but… that was really hot. ”

“ you cannot seriously be flirting with me right now. ”

action prompts.

( as always, “my muse” is the poster of the meme, “your muse” is the muse of the person sending it in, and if you’d like to reverse the roles, add a + to the end! so [ DROP ] + would be my muse collapsing, etc. )

[ DROP ]: your muse collapses with an injury after trying to hide it from my muse.

[ INTERCEPT ]: your muse takes a shot that was meant for my muse.

[ TRAP ]: your muse is captured by the enemy while my muse is in hiding.

[ KISS ]: believing that this is their last time together, your muse pulls my muse in for a passionate kiss before rushing into battle.

[ PULL ]: your muse pulls my muse out of the sight and range of on-coming enemies.

[ SHIELD ]: your muse covers my muse with their body to protect them from an attack.

[ RESCUE ]: your muse arrives at the last minute to pull my muse from the battlefield and into safety.

[ LOVE ]: their final moments believed to be nigh, your muse tells my muse that they love them.

[ TENDER ]: your muse gently begins to bandage my muses injuries on the battlefield.

[ EMBRACE ]: after believing my muse to be dead, your muse sees them alive and well, and races to give them a tight hug.

[ UNLEASH ]: your muse unleashes their power/weapons on the battlefield, resulting in a considerable advantage to their side.

[ WITNESS ]: your muse witnesses my muse unleash their power on the battlefield, resulting in a considerable advantage to their side.

[ FLIRT ]: your muse flirts with my muse while in the middle of a battle.

[ REUNION ]: our muses reunite after the battle, embracing one another and tenderly caring for their wounds.

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Fanfic Writer Asks

🍄How do you come up with ideas for your stories?

🍉Are you a pantser or a plotter?

🍒What genres/tropes do you find yourself using most often?

🥝Who are your literary influences, and have they shaped your own writing?

🥕What's your favorite fic you've written, and why?

🥨How do you overcome writer's block?

🍕What's your favorite comment you've received on a fic?

🌭Do you have any writing rituals to help 'get in the zone'?

🍔What's a headcanon that hasn't made it into a published fic yet?

🍭What's been your most challenging story to write, and why?

🍬What's a genre/trope you've never written, but might in future?

🍩What advice would you give to aspiring fic writers?

🌶How dependent are you on feedback, good or bad?

🥑What are you currently working on?

🍹How do you decide a story is ready to post?

🍊What's a story that changed significantly from its initial idea to the final draft?

🥠What's your approach to world-building?

🍎How do you prioritize which stories to work on when you have multiple ideas?

🌮How do you balance the desire to write for yourself versus the desire to write for an audience?

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Dark Academia Writing Prompts

A group of students stumble upon a hidden portal to a faerie realm in their college library. They slowly return from the faerie realm, corrupted.

A student uncovers a hidden society within the university's classics department. They are preserving an immortal being who used to be worshiped as a minor deity by the Ancient Greeks.

A secret society of faeries attend an Ivy League university, keeping their identities a secret.

A love letter exchange unfolds between two strangers who communicate solely through notes left in the university library. However, if they ever discovered each other's true identities, the romance would break, and they would be horrified.

A mysterious playwright's lost manuscript is discovered in the dusty archives, revealing a dark and twisted tale that mirrors real-life events on campus.

A cellist sacrifices everything, even their morals, to join an elite orchestra. It's the pinnacle of their career. However, they left one string untied, and it threatens to expose everything they did.

A professor's death sparks an investigation that reveals a web of academic rivalries and betrayal. At the heart of it all is a plagiarism case.

A history major begins to unravel a murder that happened 100 years ago on campus.

A witch disguises herself as a professor in the occult studies department, using her position to recruit students for a secret coven.

A psychology professor uses hypnotic techniques to explore the past lives of students. During the hypnosis sessions, a student reveals something awful that their past life did. Something that's had a profound impact on the professor.

A cursed painting in the university gallery comes to life at night. The characters within it seek the help of a talented art history major to break the spell. They work together to uncover what dark forces made this happen in the first place.

A professor's fascination with ancient folklore prompts a mischievous faerie to seek their help. The faerie asks them to help unlock an ancient riddle. The professor does it, fuelled by academic curiosity, but this turns out to be a huge mistake.

A group of history students uncover evidence of a witch trial that took place on campus centuries ago. One of the victims shown in the painting bears an uncanny resemblance to a current professor. As they investigate, it becomes clear someone’s trying to stop them.

A student journalist investigates a series of mysterious deaths linked to an exclusive literature club. The murders seems to be drawing inspiration from works of literature.

The study of a relic leads to mayhem when an ancient evil is brought into the modern world.

A rivalry emerges between two aspiring poets who will sink to depraved acts for the coveted position of poet laureate. They'll do anything to get that prize, including murder.

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Dividers Masterlist

[lilydalexf]

Old School X is a project interviewing X-Files fanfic authors who were posting fic during the original run of the show. New interviews are posted every Tuesday.

Interview with Michelle Kiefer

Michelle has 55 stories at Gossamer. If you haven’t read them, what are you waiting for?! She has great takes on Mulder and Scully. I’ve recced some of my favorites of her fics here before, including Christmas in California, Making Other Plans, and Six Inch Valley. Big thanks to Michelle for doing this interview.

Does it surprise you that people are still interested in reading your X-Files fanfics and others that were posted during the original run of the show (1993-2002)?

I’m not sure anyone is still reading my stories.  I haven’t migrated my X-Files ones to AO3. I don’t think Gossamer provides any viewing statistics. I’d be very happy to hear that people still like my work.

What do you think of when you think about your X-Files fandom experience? What did you take away from it?

My X-Files fandom experience was amazing.  I remember that sense of excitement and immediacy.  It was thrilling to write stories (and read those of other authors, of course) in an active fandom for a show that was on the air.  It was truly my first experience in an online world--a parallel world to my real life existence.  I learned how to keep a foot in each world.  As I recall, it was very hard to keep my focus in my “meat” world, when the online one was so fast moving and thrilling.  But I did get some balance in my life as time went on.

Social media didn't really exist during the show's original run. How were you most involved with the X-Files online (atxc, message board, email mailing list, etc.)?

Message boards and mailing lists were my experience.  They were primitive compared to the pretty screens now.  I forged some amazing friendships, some of them with people I discovered lived relatively near me.  All I wanted to do was discuss episodes and fic.  The flame wars were a little intimidating, but also amusing if you didn’t get swept up.

What did you take away from your experience with X-Files fic or with the fandom in general?

I was very passionate about the fandom--as I said, there were times when my online life seemed to overpower my real life experiences.  I learned to manage that, and think I’m all the better for that.  And I found some amazing friendships that are active and thriving today.  I learned a lot about writing with XF fanfic.  The level of quality was stunning.  A decent percentage of fic were as good or better than traditional published fiction.  But there were so many writers!  I wanted to make an impact on the fanfiction world, but that meant taking my writing very seriously and learning to develop a story, pace that story, make it compelling and believable.

What was it that got you hooked on the X-Files as a show?

I had a couple of coworkers that talked about the show all the time.  I was curious, so I watched an episode.  I believe it was the cannibal town one.  I thought David Duchovny was odd looking and wasn’t terribly impressed.  But I tried another episode - Wetwired, which blew me away with the morgue scene when Mulder thinks he’s going to identify Scully’s body.  Ah...I thought, now, I see what everyone is talking about!  And from then I was hooked.

What got you involved with X-Files fanfic?

As I watched, I wanted more.  I was fairly new to the internet (frankly, the internet was new to almost everyone)  I found episode reviews, and some of them were fantastic.  Some mentioned fanfiction.  I was unaware of such a thing, though to be honest, since childhood, I’d been spinning stories in my head about characters on TV shows.  I found some fanfic. The first couple of stories were not great (at least one was horrible) but then I found some that were very good.  Probably a bit soap-operaish, but still readable.  And then I became voracious as I plowed through the mass of stories looking for the good stuff.  And boy was there good stuff.

What is your relationship like now to X-Files fandom?

I’m not estranged from it, but I don’t spend much time with it after all these years.  I’ve found fanfic in some other shows that I like and only occasionally read old XF stories.

Were you involved with any fandoms after the X-Files? If so, what was it like compared to X-Files?

I’ve not been as involved with any other fandoms, i.e. following commentary on the show.  I tend to dive into TV shows well after their heyday, so I’m always late to the party. I do read fanfic from other shows, and have actually written fanfic for other shows, but I need a really good idea to write.  None of the other fandoms for my other shows are as busy and active as XF, even ones currently in production.  And none of them have as much fanfic and certainly not the level of brilliance that we had in XF.

Who are some of your favorite fictional characters? Why?

I tend to go for interesting partnerships, very much in the XF fashion.  And a flawed hero is always a plus!  The partnerships don’t necessarily have to be romantic---in fact I find I prefer those that are not.  Really, Mulder and Scully were the only ones I felt deeply as a pairing, probably due to the chemistry between the actors. But the partnerships have to be well-balanced and realistic.  I loved the characters on Sleepy Hollow.  The two main characters were very much in the mold of Mulder/Scully.

My newest passion is British detective shows and I’ve completely fallen for the “Morse-verse” shows, Inspector Morse, Inspector Lewis and Endeavour.  Less of an XF feel, but compelling characters with interesting backstories.  Other favorite partnerships in the British detective genre are on Inspector Lynley and Broadchurch.

Do you ever still watch The X-Files or think about Mulder and Scully?

A bit less now, though I’m still involved with a wonderful group of ladies who love the X-Files.  When we get together for a yearly weekend, we binge episodes and eat impressive amounts of junk food.  XF isn’t on network TV these days, but if it was, I’d probably watch it.

A couple of years ago, I listened to Kumail Nanjiani’s XF podcast on my long commute.  I loved the commentary and interviews so much that I did watch some old episodes.

Do you ever still read X-Files fic? Fic in another fandom?

I don’t read much XF fic.  I’m currently reading in some other fandoms, but it’s harder to find good stories--the ones I follow aren’t very active these days and the quality just isn’t what XF was.  We were so lucky.  We had maybe 20 incredible top authors at any one time, then maybe another tier of 50 to 100  good to maybe great writers.  And with new episodes, there was so much inspiration. We were so spoiled.

Do you have any favorite X-Files fanfic stories or authors?

Everything from Syntax6, MaybeAmanda, Kel.  A special story for me was “Strangers and the Strange Dead” by Kipler because I remember reading that very early in the morning in my unheated basement in the winter because that was the only time I could use our single computer without others in the family complaining.  I remember actually gasping at the big reveal in the story.  I can even remember the story’s opening line!

What is your favorite of your own fics, X-Files and/or otherwise?

I was just learning how to write fiction when I was involved in XF, so I’m not sure my best work is there, though the bulk of my stories are there.  I liked some of the work I did with others.  I wrote Bone of Contention and Out of the Everywhere with Kel and I think that those stories got the best aspects of both of our styles.  For stories I wrote myself, I think they’re not bad, but they are rather short and it’s always easier to maintain a theme and style for a short story.  I liked Black Cherry Velvet.  I’m writing some Inspector Lewis stories that I think are pretty good--they benefit from the years of experience that I was gaining through XF.

Do you think you'll ever write another X-Files story? Or dust off and post an oldie that for whatever reason never made it online?

Never say never, but I probably won’t write more XF.  I used to burn with it, but I think that got burned out a bit.  Still, I have such wonderful memories of the whole period.  It might be worth looking at again.

Do you still write fic now? Or other creative work?

As I mentioned, I am currently playing in the Inspector Lewis world.  It’s sad--it’s a very small and not terribly active fandom.  Sad that my best work is in an inactive fandom where I’m lucky if 20 or 30 people are reading them.  It doesn’t help that I don’t write the most popular pairing.  

But I’m really enjoying it.  I occasionally write for Man From Uncle, which really shows my age, as that was a childhood obsession.

Where do you get ideas for stories?

With XF, it was always a take on an episode--did I get a tiny idea that I wanted to develop, or was I not thrilled with the way something went on the show.  Now,  it’s usually a “what if” kind of thing where I get inspired by a possible event and explore how that would play out, i.e.  “What if this character had a one night stand resulting in an unplanned pregnancy?”  What would happen?  How would he handle the consequences of this?  How would it change his life?

What's the story behind your pen name?

It’s literally my own name.  I SOOOO wish I’d used a pen name.  But I was naive and fandom was so new to me that it never occurred to me that a pen name would be better.  I always told myself that my real name sounded like something made up, like a TV newscaster name, and I hoped people assumed it was a pen name.

Do your friends and family know about your fic and, if so, what have been their reactions?

My husband and my kids were the only ones who knew about it for many years. Then I went to a fandom/fic gathering for three days and had to explain to a few other family members and my work mates why I was going to Chicago on my own. It’s still mostly a need to know thing and they don’t really need to know.

Is there a place online (tumblr, twitter, AO3, etc.) where people can find you and/or your stories now?

I’m on AO3 as msk.  And everything I wrote for XF is on Gossamer.

(Posted by Lilydale on February 2, 2021)

[drprettyboyspence]

You’re a Hero, Spencer Reid

Dr. Spencer Reid/reader 

Summary: Late one night Spencer comes home from an especially difficult case. His girlfriend Y/n persuades him to talk about it. Inspired by the JJ/Will episode “Sick Day” (Season 12 Episode 2) This takes place during Season 15. 

words: 4.9k

warnings: mentions of violence, mental illness (basically the amount of violence in a regular cm episode), angst, very very light swearing,  nothing else to my knowledge! 

a/n: I honestly love that JJ and Will scene so I decided to right one about Spencer. This made up case took we way too long to come up with and honestly I know way too much about lobotomies now lol, but I hope you enjoy!! :) 

It’s 12:30 am, Spencer Reid trudges up the stairs to his second floor apartment which he shares with his girlfriend of 5 years, Y/n Y/l/n. His body on the verge of collapsing but his mind hyped up on adrenaline, Spencer pulls his key out of his pocket before unlocking the door, excited to finally be home after an energy-draining case. He knows he should sleep, the team very rarely gets much sleep during a case and the last one had been short but intense, so it’s been about 48 hours since Spencer has slept if he’s being truly honest. Spencer feels as if he’s in a trance, he’s exhausted but he just knows he won’t be able to sleep if he tries. His exhaustion leads him to crash into a chair near the table, causing it to scrape against the floor loudly. Damn it Spencer thinks, hoping he didn’t wake up his girlfriend but knowing he probably isn’t that lucky. 

“Baby, you’re finally home! I missed you so much!” Y/n says, appearing out of the shadowy hallway, obviously having just woken up. She gives Spencer a hug and notices the way he holds on to her extra tightly, like he does when he’s feeling stressed or overwhelmed. 

“I missed you too Y/n, so much.” Spencer whispers, still enveloping her in a tight hug. The last case had been harder on him than he’s willing to admit, but holding Y/n close to him makes him feel safe, he can’t lose her if he just never lets go, right? 

“Are you okay Spence?” Y/n asks after Spencer finally lets her go. She knows the tells, she may not be an FBI profiler but she can tell when Spencer isn’t okay, and right now is unfortunately one of those times. She can see the way he holds her just the smallest bit too tight, she can see his eyes, droopy from exhaustion but darting around the room at the same time, still hyped up on the adrenaline from the case, and the eye circles that have become a signature look for her boyfriend are even darker than usual, showing he’s been without sleep for likely more than a day. 

“I’m fine Y/n, really, you know how the job is, it's never easy.” Spencer replies, in a manner that shows Y/n he wants to talk about it, but he doesn’t know how to ask and doesn’t want to be a bother. 

“Are you sure Spence? We can talk about it if you want to-“

“I said I’m fine Y/n! Please drop it!” Spencer snaps back at Y/n, regret immediately flushing over his face. He doesn’t yell at her often, and they hardly ever fight, he says he’s seen too many couples separated by tragedy to waste time on silly arguments and quarrels. “I’m sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to snap at you, I think I’m just high-strung and exhausted.” 

“You can’t keep it in Spencer, it will all build up inside and stay with you, you know that. We need to talk about it if it's weighing down on you this heavily, I’ll put the coffee on, it looks like we won’t be sleeping for a while.” Y/n says warmly, walking across the kitchen to switch on the coffee machine. “Okay Spence, start at the beginning…” 

40 hours earlier 

“All I’m saying JJ is that you aren’t even giving science-fiction a chance, its not all-”

“Spence I honestly don’t care, I refused to go to comic-con with you back in the day and I still refuse now, but you can take the boys, they’d love to go.” JJ and Spencer abruptly finish their conversation as they walk into the round table room and see the rest of the team staring back at them with solemn looks on their faces. 

“Let’s get started please.” Emily says promptly as JJ and Spencer take their respective seats at the table, everyone focusing their attention on Garcia.  

“Alright my crime-solving friends today’s devilishness comes to us from the one, the only, sin city itself, Las Vegas, Nevada.” Long-time members of the team glance sympathetically at Reid, knowing how difficult it can be for him to go home, especially now that his mother has been moved closer to Virginia. “Those pictures on your tablet now, they are of Dolores Smith, the fifth victim in a series of what appears to be lobotomies gone wrong.” The team winces, remembering the last time lobotomies had come up in a BAU case. 

“The fifth victim? Why weren’t we called in earlier, lobotomies aren’t exactly a common occurrence, even in Las Vegas.” Rossi asks. 

“This unsub has been driving his victims out into the desert, even crossing state lines, victim number two, Susan Atkins, she was found in Utah, almost 400 miles away. They simply didn’t put it together until the last two victims were found in Las Vegas.”

“Garcia, anything connecting the victims, they seem to be of different sexes and ages.” JJ asks. 

“Yes, this is where it gets tricky, all five victims were schizophrenic patients at Bennington Sanitarium.” It was like a chill went through the room.

“So they were all patients at a mental hospital?” Luke says, clearly confused about the strange energy currently in the room. 

“Tell them Spence” Emily urges. 

“Bennington Sanitarium isn’t just any mental hospital, it's the mental hospital my mom was in.” 

The coffee machine beeps, interrupting Spencer’s telling of the story, he moves to pour the cups. Y/n places her hand on his knee before he can move out of the chair.

“Sweetheart, let me do it, you just sit here and try to relax, you’ve been through enough, the least I can do is a pour a damn cup of coffee for you.” Y/n picks out Spencer’s favorite mug, a Doctor Who one she had bought him for the first Christmas they spent together. They both inhale deeply over the cups of steaming liquid, as good as gold on a late night like this, the 1:20 am flashing over the stove only showing as a reminder that this night won’t be ending any time soon. “Alright, continue.” 

36 hours earlier

“So here’s what we know. All five victims had recently been released from Bennington Sanitarium, they were schizophrenic, having been residents of the hospital for ten to twelve years.” Luke starts the discussion as the jet begins its descent into Las Vegas. 

“Why were they released?” Spencer responds. 

“Garcia, any information you can give us?” Tara asks the computer screen where Garcia’s face pops up. 

“My friends, unluckily because of the discreet nature of mental health records, the mistress of all things technological is having a little bit of trouble narrowing in on the information you search for, but from what I can see, all five victims were taken out of the hospital after responding well to medication, I haven’t gotten to those records yet but I will hit you back as soon as I hear anything, peace out.” 

“You okay Reid?” Emily asks Spencer as quietly as she can, knowing that this case is surely striking a nerve with him, all these victims sharing a very big part of their life with his mother, she probably knew some of them personally. 

“I just have a bad feeling about this, and I tend to listen to those feelings very carefully. Let’s finish this one quick and get back to Quantico.”

“You heard the kid, let’s make quick work of this case and put this bastard away before he can even think about taking another victim.” Rossi states, earning nods from the rest of the time. 

“I hate to burst your bubbles my friends, but a sixth victim has just been found in Las Vegas once again, 63 year old Barbara Sullivan.” Garcia popped in. 

“Alright change of plans everyone, Matt go to the 5th dump site, Tara and JJ, you girls will go to the most recent dump site, Luke and Rossi will go the morgue, try to get any information you can about the lobotomies, Reid and I, we’ll go to Bennington and get insight into why each of these victims were released and what medicines they were on at the time. 

“Sorry to interrupt, but why was Garcia having such a hard time finding the medical records, isn’t that type of thing usually a breeze for her?”  Y/n asks. She’d become quite close to Garcia in the years she and Spencer had been together and there was nothing that girl couldn’t do. 

“We were having trouble with that too to be honest, mental health records are usually rather secretive, but nothing a hacker like Garcia wouldn’t be able to crack in an instant. Can I have another cup of coffee baby?” 

“Of course Spence, anything you need.” Y/n say before filling up another coffee, glad he’s finally relaxed enough to talk freely about whatever happened on this case that was so clearly affecting him. 

34 hours earlier 

“Dr. Reid, good to see you again, I wish we didn’t have to meet under these circumstances though.” The main doctor at Bennington says, having known Spencer over the years Diana had spent at the hospital. 

“Dr., hello. This is BAU Unit Chief Emily Prentiss, we want to ask you some questions about the victims if that would be possible. I know it’s-”

“Excuse me Dr.! Oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt! Wait, are you Dr. Spencer Reid of the Behavioral Analysis Unit? I’m a huge fan of your work. Work, oh god you must be here about the recent murders, tragic aren’t they?” A rather hyper man interrupts Spencer. Spencer awkwardly and reluctantly shakes the hand of the stranger, both him and Emily puzzled about this strange interruption. 

“Mr. Robbins, if you would, please leave us alone as the federal agents and I have some important details to discuss. Actually, you may go home for the day, your services are no longer needed, see you tomorrow.” The high-strung man nods eagerly before waving once more and leaving. “I’m so sorry about that Dr. Reid, that would be the new data collector and organizer, Mr. Robbins, a bit hyper for my taste, but that man is a wizard with anything technological.” Just as Emily is about to resume questions about the victims, Garcia calls. 

“What’s up Garcia? Anything you can tell us?” 

“Emily, my sweet, sadly I come once again bearing bad news. A woman has just been reported missing, 54 year old Dana Reeley, schizophrenic, reported missing by her son 20 minutes ago, says he left the house for no longer than 20 minutes, came back to an empty house no signs of struggle.” 

“Is it possible his mother is confused, left the house on her own?” Spencer asks, remembering times his mother had been so confused that she went off on her own. 

“Definitely not, the doors had protective covers, the mother couldn’t get out by herself, it had happened before. By the way, I’m still having an extreme amount of trouble trying to figure out why the victims were taken out of the hospital.” 

“Oh I can help you with that, each of the victims were taken out of this establishment due to the opinions of each of their respective children that they would be better taken care of under their own roofs.” 

“Well, uh- thank you unknown male voice that I’m assuming is the Dr. running Bennington Sanitarium, that’s helpful information.” 

“Dr. thank you for your time, but it seems we should we getting to the police station.” Emily says, realizing that this probably isn’t a good place for Spencer to be, and seeing his face becoming increasingly distressed due to the implications of the information the Dr. had just given them, if they’re going to need him to use his brain to solve this case they need to get out of here. 

“Woah wait one second Spencer, all of the victims were patients at the same hospital that your mom spent years at, they were all schizophrenic, and they were all taken out of the hospital by their children shortly before their murder, that’s a-“

“Hell of a coincidence, I know, and you know me, there’s no such thing as coincidences. This was weird though, like a very small chance that this could be about me, but it was seeming more and more like I was to be more involved with this case than I had thought.” 

24 hours earlier

The rest of the team had gone to bed hours ago, but Spencer is still awake, lying in the hotel bed staring at the ceiling. He debates calling Y/n, he tries not to bring his work home, he tries his hardest to keep the purest thing in his life away from the horrors and despair he sees everyday. He doesn’t want to put two and two together on this case, he doesn’t want to believe that this could all be because of him, all these victims, their lives ended early, simply because he decided to join the FBI those many years ago. It had happened before, Professor Rothschild back in 2009 and he doesn’t like to think about it, but Maeve was in the center of a case inspired by him as well. Spencer knows he’s overreacting, he knows he can’t blame himself, he didn’t kill those victims, and he didn’t force the hand of the unsubs, all he can do now is get some sleep so he can use his IQ of 187 to stop this son of a bitch, stop him from killing anyone else, ever. 

The sound of a stomach rumbling interrupts Spencer this time. 

“Spencer, when was the last time you ate? God knows how long its been since you slept and its probably been even longer since you ate. Tell me how long Spence, please.” Spencer looks down guiltily, knowing that Y/n is going to be mad when he utters his next words. 

“I don’t know um I’m having trouble remembering-“ Y/n’s face tells it all, the man with the eidetic memory can’t remember when the last time he ate was. “It was yesterday afternoon, there were bagels at the Las Vegas police station, terrible ones but I ate one of those, figured I shouldn’t be drinking five cups of coffee a day on an empty stomach.” 

“Yesterday afternoon? Spencer it’s 2:30 am!” 

“Okay so the day before yesterday afternoon I guess, sue me Y/n!” 

“Spencer Reid I know you aren’t trying to tell me you haven’t eaten in over 36 hours! You wouldn’t do that to me right? Sweetheart, you need food! What would you like?” Y/n notices that it’s strange, right now in this moment Spencer looks like a small child, shy and embarrassed. 

“Um, could you…make pancakes?” Spencer quietly asks. Y/n could laugh, Dr. Spencer Reid, renowned FBI agent who will walk into an interrogation room no problem, is scared to ask his significant other to make pancakes. 

“Pancakes is it? Sure thing sweetheart I’ll make pancakes.” 

“With chocolate chips?” Spencer adds.

“Now you’re pushing it.” Y/n retorts back with a giggle, beginning to make the batter, if Spencer hasn’t eaten in 36 hours he deserves better than some nasty boxed pancakes, that’s for sure. “So what happened next Spence?” 

17 hours earlier 

“Good morning Garcia, any information for us?” Luke asks in the morning. 

“Oh newbie how I wish it was a good morning, another victim has been taken, 43 year old Richard Saxons, his daughter reported him missing when she woke up to an empty house, hasn’t seen him since last night.” The team looks at each other with confused glances. 

“Another victim? But he hasn’t dumped the last victim yet, this is a major change in M.O., do we think the last victim is still alive, we need to rethink this.” Emily explains. 

“Okay why a lobotomy? That can’t be the easiest way of killing the victims.” Matt asks.  

“Here’s the thing, this unsub isn’t necessarily meaning to kill the victims. Lobotomies began in the 1880s when Swiss physician Gottlieb Burkhardt removed parts of the cortex of the brains of patients with auditory hallucinations and other symptoms of schizophrenia. Later in 1935 Portuguese neurologist Antonio Egas Moniz is credited with inventing the lobotomy. There are numerous negative effects and since the procedure literally involves drilling into the brain to slice up pieces of the frontal lobes, if it isn’t performed by a doctor there’s a very high mortality rate.” Spencer of course rattles off. 

“That makes sense with what the medical examiner told us, the lobotomies were crudely done but there was no reason to believe the unsub is a sadist, no signs of torture, the bodies were often dumped with what could be taken as remorse.” Rossi adds. 

“Okay so we’re looking at an unsub who’s trying to cure these victims of their schizophrenia.” Tara states. 

“We need to deliver the profile.” 

“We believe our unsub is a white male of medium build, we believe this because all victims have been caucasian and although there have been cases of serial killers crossing racial lines, overwhelming statistics show he’s most likely white.” Luke begins, 

“He has come into contact with all eight victims including the two currently missing, he knew all of them suffered from schizophrenia and were recently released, he waited until they were no longer patients at the hospital , meaning he most likely has a close connection to Bennington Sanitarium and could be tied back to the crimes, if he works at the hospital it puts him between the ages of 25 and 50, he could be the janitor, a cook, any job like that.” 

“We don’t believe he has official medical training because the manner by which the lobotomies were performed lacks the professionalism a doctor could use, but he also demonstrates knowledge of schizophrenia and lobotomies in general, which shows he isn’t dumb, most likely can hold down a job.” 

“Important as well, we don’t believe this unsub necessarily means to kill the victims, he is attempting to help cure these victims of their schizophrenic symptoms, he may have experienced a loss caused by mental health issues or believes the treatment each of the victims received was inadequate.” Tara finishes the profile, all of the team stepping back into the other room. 

“Hey Garcia you’re on speaker with the whole team here” Rossi answers his phone, 

“Hey guys, this is just getting more and more strange, I finally got into the hospital records, it really seemed as though someone was hacking me from the inside, but I finally got in and here’s the kicker, all of the records of the victims have been deleted, who would even have access for that.” Garcia says. 

“Okay we’ll looks into that Garcia, can you start looking at anyone who fits our profile, has access to the records at Bennington, and has purchased items needed to perform an at-home lobotomy in bulk over the last few months, if the missing woman has somehow survived, this unsub needs at least elementary medical equipment in order to keep her alive, hopefully we’ll see it in his credit history.” Spencer instructs to Garcia before Rossi hangs up the phone. 

“You know who might have some knowledge about all of this, that guy from the hospital, I know the Dr. osaid he’s only worked there a few months but maybe he’s seen something, or maybe he’s noticed someone snooping around the online files, we need to go back to the hospital, Spence lets go.” Emily says. 

“So Dr., you’re saying Mr. Robbins hasn’t been to work since you sent him home when we were here last? That’s odd. What did you say his name was again?” 

“Anthony Robbins, like I said before, he’s an odd guy but does good work, no one around here knows him that well though.” Spencer and Emily nod their heads to each other before Emily calls Garcia, 

“Garcia I need a background check on an Anthony Robbins, stat, and send Rossi and Luke to his house, we need to talk to this guy fast, he knows something.” 

“Agents, are you thinking he could have anything to do with this? I can’t imagine Mr. Robbins doing any harm to any one, especially not the patients at this hospital, he is always the kindest to them, the schizophrenia patients in particular.” Another call from Garcia interrupts Emily and Spencer before they can answer. 

“Things are starting to look a little weird, Anthony Robbins, 37 years old, native of Las Vegas, was born to Linda and Christian Robbins, he had a happy childhood, no signs of trauma or abuse that I can see. He doesn’t have a record, juvie or adult, but his life did change when he was 10.” 

“What happened then Garcia.” 

“Reid stop interrupting me, you know how I like to tell my dramatic story. When Robbins was 10 his 7 year old brother Charlie was diagnosed with schizophrenia, when he was 18 he was put into care at a mental hospital, not Bennington but a close by hospital.” 

“Any interest in alternative schizophrenia treatments?” 

“As a matter of fact my dear genius yes, Robbins has been publishing articles for years, and I’m looking at his recent purchases right now, Robbins has been purchasing health care equipment as well as tools needed for an at-home lobotomy, Anthony Robbins is your unsub.”

“Hey Rossi, change of plans, the guy’s our unsub. You sure? Alright you guys stay there in case he comes back, the guy must have a secondary location.” Emily says before hanging up her phone. “Alright Reid that was Rossi and Luke, Robbins isn’t at home and it looks like he left in a hurry, there’s gotta be somewhere else he’s working, Rossi also said he wouldn’t be able to hold anybody in that tiny apartment, there’s no room and neighbors would hear.” 

“Okay let’s think, we profiled he may have suffered some sort of loss. Garcia do you see any type of loss in this guy’s recent history.” 

“Charlie Robbins, his schizophrenic brother, died two months ago.” 

“That’s right before the murders started, that’s gotta be the stressor.” 

“Garcia what hospital was the brother treated at?” 

“Uh, it looks like a place called Smith Sanitarium, he was there was there for almost 20 years.” 

“Smith! I know where that is, it’s scheduled for demolition actually, closed down about a month ago and has been abandoned since, it’s only about a 15 minute drive.” 

“That’s the secondary location, let’s go Reid.” Emily says, the two agents rushing out of the room. 

“Spence, the pancakes are ready.” Y/n says, pouring syrup over the stack, just the way Spencer always likes them. 

“Thank you so much Y/n, I don’t deserve you. I know talking about the case is supposed to make me feel better but I just feel like an idiot. I mean, he was right there the first day we were at the hospital, it was so obvious, why didn’t I see it?” 

“Spencer stop that right now, you can’t blame yourself for any of it, you met that man for less than a minute when your mind was focused on researching the victims, there was nothing about him that should have screamed 'mad scientist performing lobotomies to mourn the loss of his recently deceased schizophrenic brother’, you can’t blame yourself.” Y/n reassures her boyfriend while reaching up to rub his shoulder. He begins eating the pancakes in front of him, groaning slightly at the taste of food after going so long without eating. 

“I love you Y/n, not just because you’re amazing at making pancakes, seriously these are so good, but because you somehow always know how to make me feel better.” 

“That’s my job babe, personal pancake chef and make-Spencer-Reid-feel-better specialist, now tell me what happened next, it seems like you’re almost at the end.” 

10 hours earlier 

“Alright Reid, the rest of the team and Las Vegas police are on their way and will meet us as soon as they can, but you and I are going to be on the scene first, they’re significantly further away than we are, we’ll have to wait for them of course, this man may not be meaning to kill his victims, but he’s killed at least 6 people nevertheless.” Emily says, driving as fast as she can through Las Vegas towards the abandoned mental hospital, Reid quietly looking out the window. Emily is strapping her vest on when she sees Reid walking towards the hospital alone. 

“Reid, no! I told you, we need to wait for backup, it’s too dangerous!” 

“Emily you know how much I respect you, but there’s two victims in there and if they’re on the brink of death, an extra 10 minutes is not something we have, I’m going in.” 

“Damnit Reid” Emily whispers before running after him.

“Anthony Robbins, FBI put your hands up”, Reid loudly speaks as he walks into the hospital with his gun in the air, immediately seeing two victims in chains. 

“Dr. Reid, I’m so happy you’re here! Let’s put the gun down so I can show you the medical masterpiece I have accomplished.” Mr. Robbins says while holding what looks like a grenade in his hand. 

“Mr. Robbins I know you think you’re doing what’s right, but this isn’t what your brother would have wanted, these people did not ask for this, they were doing well with the medication, now I need you to put down the grenade and let these people go.” Sirens can be heard from outside and Emily appears behind Reid as well, noticing the grenade in the unsub’s hand, but Reid’s eyes are completely focused on the female victim, a woman with extreme similarity to his own mother. 

“It’s such a shame Dr. Reid, I thought you of all people would understand, seeing as you went to Mexico to research alternative medication for your own schizophrenic mother.” 

“That was different Mr. Robbins, I was attempting to research homeopathic remedies for dementia, not performing life-threatening surgeries on mentally ill adults.” Emily can tell that Spencer is getting angry, this case being too close to his personal life, they should be stroking this guy’s ego, not angering him. 

“Mr. Robbins, Emily Prentiss here, I think what you have done is magnificent! I actually want you to come with us, the rest of the world needs to see this!” 

“No, too late, Dr. Reid doesn’t appreciate my genius, so no one will be allowed to. Sorry, agents.” The man says before dropping the grenade. Emily grabs Reid, pulling him out of the hospital while he’s screaming, still not taking his eyes off the female victim. They make it out of the hospital just as it explodes, Reid staring back into the burning building in disbelief while Emily looks at the rest of the team, shaking her head. 

At this point in the story Spencer’s voice cracks, tears start welling in his eyes. “I should’ve saved them, it was completely my fault. He was a classic unsub with a god complex and I did exactly what they teach you NOT to do. I let my emotions get in the way and three people died because of it.” Spencer gets out before he starts crying completely. Y/n enveloping him in a hug and allowing him to cry into her shoulder. 

“Oh Spence, shh, it’s okay, that was not your fault. That man was holding a grenade, did you force his hand? Tell him to kill those victims, no.” 

“But we should’ve been able to save them, we profiled him exactly right, and I ruined it all by raising my voice at him, plus I didn’t wait for the backup we needed, I was too focused on saving a woman who reminded me of my mom.” 

“Spencer Reid, I need you to listen to me right now, look at me, okay, you can do that right? Look at me sweetheart.” Spencer lifts his head to look at Y/n, his teary eyes matching her sympathetic ones filled with love. “You, Spencer Reid, are a hero. You’re my hero, you’re a hero for your team, and you’re the hero of all the people you save every single day. Today was not a good day, but how many victims would that man have killed if your team hadn’t intervened. Today you didn’t save everyone, but if you stop now, you’ll never save anyone ever again.” Spencer and Y/n sit at the table holding hands in silence for longer than either of them care to count, before Y/n hears soft snores, realizing Spencer has fallen asleep in her arms, exhausted from the past days and the emotional release of reliving it all in their kitchen. “Come on Spence, let’s go to bed” Y/n gently shakes him awake and helps him to their bed, knowing that what Spencer needs is a good night’s sleep and a lot of love, which she is more than happy to give him, for the rest of her life even. 

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Of The Eight Winds

This is part three in who knows how many from the prompt from @sunflowerseedsandscience : “Mulder is unhappily married when Scully is partnered with him, and while he doesn't cheat (because sorry that's not romantic), he falls for her so hard that he finally gets the courage to end the marriage and start fresh.”

Parts one and two.

1

“But… lately, when I think of having a baby, it only ever looks like you.”

He had watched her face closely as he’d said it, knowing it was the biggest, worst, best thing that could have come from his mouth. He’d been a coward for almost a decade, stuck in a loveless marriage because he hadn’t had the guts to end it. It had taken him too damn long to realize that Scully was the one for him, that he was the one for her.

Her blue eyes went wide and color shot to her cheeks.

“Mulder,” she said in a tremulous voice, her face wearing a small smile, tears brimming in her eyes, her gaze on her hands.

“Scully, I--” right then, the captain came over the loudspeaker, announcing that they were beginning their descent, went on to announce the local time and weather, then passed it off to a flight attendant, who announced a long list of connecting gate information. The cabin lights brightened and the passengers around them started raising seat backs, lifting and locking their tray tables. The moment, the spell, such as it was, was broken.

When he looked at her again, her face was set, she would not look at him.

He saw her eyes dart to the wedding ring still on his finger.

She avoided him during the case, staying in the morgue, the lab. They were seated in different rows on their return flight and when he got into the office the next day, he was informed--by Skinner of all people--that she’d taken a week off.

On day two of a Scully-less office, he had decided that come hell or high water, he was asking Lauren for a divorce.

2

When he finally worked up the nerve, Lauren threw things. A decorative bowl they used to keep keys and loose change, a baseball signed by Sparky Anderson, an antique brass compass Scully had gotten him for Christmas after the third year of their partnership.

The first, which had just been handy, shattered as it hit the wall behind him. The second, which she’d chosen because it meant something to him, and which she’d pulled from a bookshelf next to her, hit the mantle on the fireplace and dropped to the floor -- the signature half scuffed off. The third, which she’d thrown with a victorious glint in her eye, hit a wingback chair, bounced onto the floor and slid under the couch.

He ignored the first, winced at the second, and with the third, he casually walked to the couch, slid an arm under it until he found it, and stood, pocketed the compass, then marched directly out the door.

He didn’t stop to examine the compass until he’d gotten in the elevator--he didn’t want to give Lauren the satisfaction--and found that it was perfectly intact.

Relieved, he thunked his head against the elevator wall and called the Gunmen, asked if he could crash with them.

Two weeks later, while Lauren was at work, they helped him move his things into a storage unit out on Fort Hunt Road.

3

When he got into the office the day after he’d announced his divorce to Scully, she was already there, sitting at her desk. Waiting for him on his, was a still-hot cup of coffee from his favorite coffee shop three blocks from the Hoover and a small rectangular package wrapped in butcher paper.

He cut his eyes to his partner as he sat down and it picked up.

“Steak for dinner?” he said, holding it up.

“They don’t sell ‘Happy Divorce’ wrapping paper at Papyrus,” she said, “sorry.”

He grinned and tore it open. It was an old, first edition copy of The Decline and Fall of Practically Everybody.

She leaned back in her chair and gave him a warm smile.

“You’re in good company,” she said.

He laughed, delighted.

4

“When did you get a cat?” he asked.

He was at her door with a skinny latte and an almond croissant that she always said she didn’t want but inevitably ate anyway.

They had a local case for once, and they were expected at the morgue in 45 minutes.

She stopped what she was doing in the kitchen and leveled a look at him. It was the same unblinking judgmental look the cat was giving him -- sitting on top of her kitchen counter, swishing its tail back and forth.

“About a year ago,” she finally said.

“In Japanese culture, black cats are considered good luck,” he said, hoping to get out of the doghouse.

She finally sighed, smiled.

“I guess she finally worked,” she said.

5

Of all the scenarios he’d ever dreamt about ridding himself of his wedding ring, none of them felt right. He had a vague daydream where he had it melted down and cast as a bullet that he could fire into his past, in a kind of walk-ten-paces-turn-and-fire scenario, but it felt a little too on the nose, and besides that, it was probably illegal.

Instead, he walked to the National Mall, sat on the bench he and Scully used to meet at back when they’d been reassigned, and sat looking at the reflecting pool.

He took off his ring, set it on the bench next to him, and walked away. He caught a cab on 17th street and rode to Georgetown.

6

When she opened the door, he did not hesitate. He took her face in both hands and kissed her. Hard.

After a quick inhale of surprise, she kissed him back, and then it was quickly all tongues and teeth, his name from her lips whispered into his ear over and over.

He hoisted her up and carried her--her legs wrapped around his waist--into her bedroom. They wasted no time undressing each other, hot and impatient.

One word ran through his head when he was deep in the bundle of her pelvis: finally, finally, finally.

Scully, in his head always saint-like and virtuous, had seemed immune to sin, but in bed she was downright peccable, giving in to her baser instincts; her skin was a home to lust, her lips to gluttony, her hands to greed.

He pumped into her with the desperation of a thousand nights worth of wanting, of regret. Finally, she shuddered under him, and he followed her home.

7

He thought it was probably questionable judgement to give her a jewelry box on her birthday when they had only been together for such a short amount of time, but the look on her face was one of intrigue rather than trepidation and when she opened the small box, her face softened.

“Regifting, Mulder?” she said, looking down at the antique compass.

“Turn it over,” he said.

She lifted it out of the box and palmed it, brushing a thumb over the glass of its face before she flipped it over.

To finding our way… the inscription read. She smiled and looked up at him.

“... to each other?” she asked.

He smiled, nodded.

“I told Skinner,” he said, then.

Her eyebrows went up.

“We could have done it together,” she said, reaching up and rubbing her thumb over the rasp of his jaw, “I would have gone with you.”

“Felt like I needed to,” he said.

“And?” she said.

“He said ‘about time,’ and then told me to get my ass back down to the basement and help my partner with the expense report he wanted two days ago.”

Scully laughed and then leaned over, planting a soft, chaste kiss on his waiting lips.

He gave her a small smile when she pulled back.

“World didn’t end,” he said.

She smiled back.

“No, it didn’t.”

8

They had just gotten back from Bellefleur, Oregon the night before. He had slept at Scully’s, as he did most nights.

He was still in bed, trying to snooze for a few more minutes before the second alarm went off and he had to drag himself into the shower. He had just cracked an eye to look at the time when Scully breezed in from the bathroom, wearing a silk robe over her pajamas and a queer look. She held something in her hand.

“Scully?” he said, only letting a hint of concern into his voice. He pushed up until he was sitting against the headboard and Scully sat down on the edge of the mattress next to him.

In answer, she handed him a small plastic wand.

A pregnancy test. With two blue lines.

He whipped his eyes up to Scully who was wearing a shaky smile.

“Is this…?” he said, and she nodded at him, bit her lip.

“Holy shit!” he practically laughed, and grabbed her face in both hands. He kissed her for dear life.

Later, when he was stepping out of the shower, Scully stood in the doorway of the bathroom holding the phone to her ear, a look of concern on her face.

What is it? He mouthed at her.

She lowered the phone.

“It’s Skinner. He has Covarubias with him,” she said, and her expression became more grave, “and Krycek. He wants us to come in.”

Mulder felt his stomach drop and then a sense of resolve wash over him.

“Tell Skinner that he can handle it. That I trust his judgement. But we’re not coming in.”

Scully nodded slowly then raised the phone to her ear.

Mulder could hear a dull barking from the receiver. After a moment, Scully ended the call and walked into his embrace.

He looked at their reflection in the dewy mirror, the air thick with the scent of lavender and Scully’s expensive shampoo. He knew it was too early to see, but there was a gravid lushness about her, a softness that had settled onto the bones of her face. She was a mother, now.

He tightened his grip on her and called his soul home.

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My Bloody Valentine: Part One

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,377

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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There was talk of you getting pregnant with Dean, but you didn’t think it would actually happen. Of course, you wanted kids with Dean because you think he would make a fantastic hunter, but not now. Of all times, you had to get pregnant now. There were just too many things on your mind to even think about a child. Who is going to watch the kid when you had to go and save the world? The Winchesters needed your magic, so it’s not like you could be a stay-at-home mom with your thumb up her ass. You couldn’t get a sitter because then they would question why you’re leaving your kid with her for weeks at a time.

No, there was only one way to fix this and it wasn’t going to be easy.

Ever since you saw the pink “PREGNANT” sign on the two tests, you have been sitting in the bathroom, thinking of all the ways this could crash and burn. One of the ways was about Amara, and you can remember exactly what she said. She was taking your bloodline to be her vessel, and if you had a kid, then she would take them too. There was no way you could ever put your own kid through that—not when you went through the exact same thing.

It wouldn’t be fair.

“Hey, you okay?” Sam asked when he knocked on the bathroom door.

Panicking, you threw the tests away in the trash haphazardly before opening the door slightly.

“Where’s Dean?” you asked.

“He went to get breakfast at that diner he really liked when we first came here.”

“But that’s a thirty-minute drive both ways.”

“I don’t know what to tell you,” he yawned. “Are you done in there?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, quickly pushing past him to get some air.

Sam watched you leave the motel room with a confused look, but he went to the bathroom without a second thought. Once your feet got moving, you couldn’t seem to get them to stop. Since you knew there would be a less likely chance for Sam to overhear you from the side of the motel, you headed there to think about if you were really going to go through with this.

“Castiel! Get your ass down here! I’m at Motel 6 in Omaha on Route 89. Please!” you begged, already making up your mind.

Pacing the length of the alley, you turned towards the street only to see Castiel standing there with a look of confusion.

“Y/N, did you know you’re—”

“Don’t say it!” you yelled. “Don’t say it because then it makes it real, but it can’t be real, so I’m going to need you to get rid of it.”

“Y/N…”

“No, Castiel, you don’t understand. I need you to get rid of this baby because I can’t even begin to take care of it. How can I when I have my hands full with Michael, Lucifer, Amara, the demons because they know we have the Colt, the angels, we have that new demon Crowley, and the fucking apocalypse.”

“Maybe you should talk to Dean about this.”

“No, I can’t expect to raise my child in this, and he agreed that it wouldn’t be fair to, so I need you to get rid of it or I’ll cut it out myself. Your choice,” you said dead serious.

Castiel saw there would be no convincing you on the subject, so he had no choice but to remove the fetus for you.

“Alright,” he whispered, reaching out to touch your stomach.

Before he could make contact, you grabbed his wrist a little too tightly.

“Promise me you won’t tell Dean. He can’t know this ever happened, so promise me you won’t say a word of this to Dean.”

“I promise,” he said quietly.

Letting go of his wrist, he touched your stomach lightly. Your skin glowed the same color as his hand until it faded, and he pulled it away.

“Is it done?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” you mumbled, quickly walking away from him.

Shoving your way into the motel room open, you stopped short when you saw Sam standing in the middle of the room, holding your pregnancy tests in his hands.

“Are you pregnant?”

“Shit,” you whispered to yourself. You could have sworn you hid those better. “Where did you get those?”

“Are you pregnant?” he repeated himself.

Stalking over to him, you snatched the tests from his hands a little too harshly. Using your magic, you melted the tests into nothing until there wasn’t even a speck of plastic on your palm.

“No, not anymore.”

“What does that even mean?”

“It means I’m not pregnant, Sam. There’s no tests to prove it, and frankly, it’s your word against mine. Who do you think Dean will believe in this situation?”

“But the tests said you were pregnant. Where did you go? What did you—” He stopped short when he put the vague pieces together in his head. “Did you get Cas to—”

“Yes, but it’s no big deal because Dean and I both agreed we didn’t want to raise a child in this world. How can we? So, the record states that I am not pregnant and never was pregnant, okay? That is what’s going on, so Dean doesn’t need to know about this, okay? Promise me you won’t tell him. I need you to promise me.”

“Y/N, I really think—”

“Promise me, Sam!” you yelled.

“Okay, I promise.

“Good. We should get ready for when Dean comes back. He should be back any minute,” you said, brushing past him to get your things packed.

Just like any other case, you needed to work it with everything you got. No distractions. Except there was one big thing on your mind, and as long as Dean didn’t know, it would continue to bother you until you confess. It’s his child, and you got rid of it without even asking him what he wanted to do.

No, this is the right thing. He told you he didn’t want to raise a child in this mess. He’s going to be glad you made this decision. Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Y/N. you’re a fucking idiot.

Sam went out to interview the potential witnesses while you and Dean went to the morgue to check out the bodies. Since that didn’t take a lot of time, you two got back to the motel room before Sam did. Dean knew something was wrong by the way you refused to look in his eyes, and by the way you’ve barely strung a sentence together in his presence.

“Are you doing okay?” Dean asked once he shut the door.

“I’m fine,” you squeaked out.

“Are you sure? You can barely look at me, and you’re speaking in one-syllable words.”

“Why would anything be wrong? This is a perfect day to save some people, so nothing is wrong. I’m fine, are you fine?” you said too quickly for your own good. Dean stared at you with concerned eyes, and you knew you needed to get yourself under control. “I’m fine.”

“Yeah, seems like it,” he shook his head.

The door to the motel opened, and Sam walked in. Letting out a relieved sigh, this conversation was focused on the case which gave you more time to think about your actions, and how you needed to calm the fuck down.

“How'd it go?” Dean asked, forcing himself to tear his eyes from you.

“Um, no EMF, and no sulfur. Ghost possession and demonic possession are both probably out.”

“Well, then what could it be? Oh, dude! At the coroner's—you didn't see these bodies. I mean, these two started eating a-and they just kept going. I mean, their stomachs were full. Like Thanksgiving-dinner full. Talk about co-dependent,” Dean scoffed.

“Well, I mean, we got our feelers out. Not much more we can do tonight,” Sam shrugged, shaking his head to clear it. “Alright. I'm just gonna go through some files at the library. You two can go ahead and get going.”

“What?” you snapped, taking a deep breath to calm down.

“Go ahead. Unleash the kraken. See you tomorrow morning,” the younger brother smiled.

“What are we doing?” Dean asked.

“Dean, it's Valentine's day. Your favorite holiday, remember? I mean, what do you always call it—uh, unattached drifter Christmas?”

“That’s before we started going out,” Dean shrugged.

“Exactly, so I’ll leave to let you two… go at it,” he shuddered.

This was a touchy subject since you just forced an angel to give you an abortion, and you glared threateningly at the younger brother behind Dean so that he didn’t see. Sam made eye contact with you and realized his mistake.

“I don't know. Guess I'm not feeling it this year.”

“Yeah, Sam, we’re not feeling it this year,” you repeated.

Dean turned to face you, and you dropped the glare to give him a smile. He knew something was wrong, but when he turned back to his brother, your glare returned.

“When a dog doesn't eat—that's when you know something's really wrong,” Sam commented.

“Remarkably patronizing concern duly noted. Nothing's wrong. We gonna work or what?” Dean asked, going over to the table to look at the files.

“I’m going to kill you,” you whispered to Sam before joining Dean.

He gulped nervously but joined you two for a night of reading and thinking.

When word got out there was another double suicide, you and the brothers headed to the morgue to inspect the bodies to see if they matched the other two. The doctor was running a little late, so you three waited outside the morgue until he was able to make it. A man in a black suit passed by Sam, and you watched as he visibly stiffened up and sniffed the air as if there was something that smelled good. Moving your eyes from Sam to the man, you watched as he turned the corner so that you only got a peek of his black shoes.

“Are you okay?” you asked the younger brother.

“Yeah, I'm fine.”

“Agent Marley,” Dr. Corman called as he jogged lightly down the hallway to get to you, “you just can't stay away.”

“Heard you tagged another double suicide,” Dean states.

“Well, I just finished closing them up. I had to do some business elsewhere, but they're in there.”

“Dr. Corman,” he gestured to you and Sam as he introduced you, “they are my partners, special agents Cliff and Morgan.”

“Agents Cliff and Morgan. I've finished my prelims. I pulled the organ sets and sent off the tox samples.”

“Great. Do you mind if we take a look at the bodies?” you asked.

“Not at all. But like I said—their good-and-plenties are already tupperwared.”

“That’s fine.”

“Leave the keys with Marty up front. Please, refrigerate after opening,” he shuddered, handing the keys to Dean before leaving you three to operate on your own.

Walking into the morgue, you pulled out the organs and began opening the hearts to see if they were stressed or contaminated in any way. After putting on gloves, Dean picked up a heart and held it out for you.

“Hey, be my Valentine?”

“Ha, sure,” you chuckled nervously.

Dean frowned, put back the heart, and was about to say something when Sam spoke up from behind you.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second. These hearts both have identical marks. Check this out. It looks like some kind of letter,” Sam observed. He thought about where he’s seen these letters before, and when he figured it out, his face paled. “Oh, no.”

“What is it?” you asked, taking a look.

“I think it's Enochian.”

“You mean like angel scratches? So, you think it's like the tagging on our ribs?” Dean asked, disregarding your behavior for now.

“Dean, I don't know.”

“Ah, hell,” he sighed as he pulled out his cell phone to call the angel.

What if he says something in front of Dean accidentally? What if something slips out?

“Dean, I don’t think we need to involve Castiel,” you tried to say, but Dean was already talking on the phone.

“Cas, it's Dean. We need your help right now. We think these hearts have Enochian on them... Yeah, room 31C, basement level,” he turned only to come face to face with the angel in question, “St. James medical center.”

“I’m there now,” he said, his nose almost touching Dean’s.

“Yeah, I get that.”

“I'm gonna hang up now.”

“Right,” Dean whispered.

“Yay, Castiel’s here,” you said in an overly happy tone.

The room was coated with silence, and not a comfortable one. Castiel looked at you, but you looked away quickly because you don’t know if you could keep this up for much longer.

“What’s going on? Why are you being weird?” Dean asked.

“Nothing. We’re fine. I’m not being weird. If anything, Castiel is. I mean he just invaded your personal space like that. Weird dude. Right, Castiel?” you asked, looking at him.

Your eyes widened which told him to play along.

“Yes,” he played along.

Sighing, you went back to the case, no matter how suspicious Dean was right now. Castiel picked up one of the hearts to inspect it, and he nodded in confirmation.

“You're right, Sam. These are angelic marks. I imagine you'll find similar marks on the other couples' hearts as well.”

“So, what are they? I mean, what do they mean?”

“It's a mark of union. This man and woman were intended to mate.”

“Okay, but who put them there?” Dean asked after staring at you for a while.

“Well, your people call them ‘Cupid’.”

“What?” you asked, clearly shocked.

“What human myth has mistaken for ‘Cupid’ is actually a lower order of angel. Technically it's a cherub, third-class.”

“Cherub?”

“Yeah, they're all over the world. There are dozens of them.”

“You mean the little flying fat kid in diapers?” Dean asked, clearly confused.

“They're not incontinent.”

“Okay, anyway. So, what you're saying—”

“What I'm saying is,” Castiel interrupted, “a Cupid has gone rogue and we have to stop him before he kills again.”

“Naturally,” you scoffed.

“Of course, we do,” Dean rolled his eyes.

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Ultimate Horror Flick List

I know this isn’t usually my style, but 🎵it’s the most wonderful time of the year🎵

That’s right: it’s the spoopy month! Which means SPOOPY MOVIES

So I present to you:

IRONICENIGMA’S ULTIMATE HORROR FLICK LIST FOR ALL TYPES OF FILM LOVERS

1) For the Gore Hounds

•Saw series- the classic films for the guys who just wanna see some people get ripped to shreads (honestly, after the second one, they go downhill)

•Jigsaw- the more recent edition to the Saw series (this ones actually pretty good and FULL of gore)

•Hostel- Saw Studies Abroad (TM)

•Final Destination series- kinda a dumb one. The movies can be kinda dumb, but the kills are INSANE. Fun movies to watch with the gang

•Texas Chainsaw Massacre- you know it, you love it, I don’t gotta explain it

•Cannibal Holocaust- seriously messed up. Banned in multiple countries. It’s something special.

•The Midnight Meat Train- lesser known, kinda weird, super bloody

•Cabin Fever- gross disease makes you loose your skin. Nasty

•Wrong Turn- basically The Hills Have Eyes but with funner kills

2) The Classic Slashers

•Scream series- one of my faves. Classic story of small town teens with a killer on the loose. Lots of fun

•Friday the Thirteenth- do I have to tell you why this is here?

•Nightmare on Elm Street- Johnny Depp getting turned into a volcano of blood? I’m in.

•Halloween- can’t have Halloween without the movie that took the name, right?

•My Bloody Valentine (the original one)- one of my all time favorite movies. Creepy killer, great group of characters, great time

•Sleepaway Camp- infamous for its batshit ending. Kinda weird ngl, but a classic

•The Town That Dreaded Sundown- Based on a real killer. Oldie, but goodie

•Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon- different take on the slasher genre. Fun look into the life of a movie slasher

•You’re Next- badass female lead? Check. Masked murderers? Check. Family bonding? Uh sure okay

•I Know What You Did Last Summer- secrets are bad. Roll credits

3) Supernatural (demons, ghosts, etc)

•The Conjuring- it’s pretty popular, you know it

•Insidious- also popular. Moral: your body is a ghost hotel

•Sinister- classic demon: likes kids, likes brutal deaths, likes to appear in the background of pictures

•The Exorcist- obviously

•Lights Out- ghosts are scared of light, that’s all you need to know

•The Sixth Sense- not really scary. Actually pretty wholesome. In an “I see dead people” kinda way

•The Rite- priest Anthony Hopkins coughs up nails

•The Omen- aka don’t trust kids

•1408- haunted hotel room. Someone call the ghoul bois

•The Amityville Horror- based on true events. Well at least we know the murders were real and the house is creepy

•The Skeleton Key- Old People+Voodoo= bad time

•Haunting In Connecticut- also a “true” story. Don’t buy a house that used to be a morgue

•The Autopsy Of Jane Doe- boy bonds with dad over dead teenage girl

•Mama- moths are gross, ghosts are worse. Dead Mom from Beetlejuice, but now a movie

•Rosemary’s Baby- dont trust thy neighbor

•The Shinning- classic. That’s all I’ve got to say

•The Orphanage- again: creepy kids

•Stir Of Echos- Kevin Bacon sees ghosts. Must I say more?

•The Others- haunted house story with a twist ending

4) Creature Features

•Trick ‘r Treat- classic Halloween film. Fun, creepy, iconic

•The Ritual- camping trip turns bad. Monster looks really cool

•A Quiet Place- you’ve probably seen it. Jim from the office speaks sign language

•The Babadook- children’s storybook is not kid friendly

•Backcountry- bears are dangerous

•Alien- you’ve seen this already but it needs to be here

•The Descent- dont watch if your claustrophobic

•An American Werewolf In London- also a fave. Best werewolf movie ever made

•The Monster- lesser know, actually pretty good

•The Thing- classic. Super good. Based on a short story. No one can be trusted because you don’t know if they’re even them

5) Horror Comedies

•Zombieland- hysterical. Bloody. Great cast

•Cabin In The Woods- this movie is insane. Combine every horror monster ever, the Illuminati, and the Office- that’s this movie

•Shaun of the Dead- the classic horror comedy

•Scary Movie series- less horror, ridiculous comedy

•This Is The End- again, like no horror, but one of the funniest films ever

6)Found Footage (not a great genre, but some can be pretty entertaining)

•The Blair Witch Project- basically the king of the found footage films. You’ve seen it

•The Conspiracy- the Illuminati is real and they don’t like to be filmed

•Paranormal Activity series- kinda annoying to horror fans. Relies on jump scares and the characters are idiots. But if I’m doing a section on foud footage, this has to be here

•Creep- okay this movie actually really disturbed me. People are absolutely insane. Don’t meet up with people from Craigslist

•V/H/S series- basically a anthology of short horror films. Kinda fun

•Apollo 18- the government faked the moon landing because they found some crazy shit

•The Sacrament- Jonestown caught on camera

•As Above So Below- Paris Catacombs are wack

•Grave Encounters- what if Ghost Adventures actually found ghosts

•Unfriended Dark Web- lets be honest: the first one sucked. Second one is actually not bad. Take away the ghosts, add the black market

•The Poughkeepsie Tapes- lesser know, can be hard to find. Really disturbing. Basically watching a serial killer tape his crimes

•Cold Ground- Set up to look just like it’s out of the seventies. It’s pretty fun

•The Last Exorcism- priests are liers

•Quarantine- English version of [REC]. I wouldn’t say it’s great, but it’s something

•Hell House LLC.- kids set up a haunted house. People die

•The Houses October Built- again with the haunted houses. Don’t trust em

•The Bay- Cabin Fever but found footage-y

•Willow Creek- y’all gotta leave Bigfoot alone

•Lake Mungo- girl drowns, family sees her ghost. No jump scares with this one, like most found footage. Mostly just a family in mourning

•The Tunnel- if the government says to stay out, STAY OUT

•The Taking Of Deborah Logan- alzheimers itself is awful to go through, but let’s add some more spooks

•The Possession Of Michael King- another possession film? Yep they just keep comin

•The Last Broadcast- suspicious murder of tv hosts

6) Family Fun

•Hocus Pocus- okay obviously

•Beetlejuice- dark humor in a “kids” film. Most of the comedy caters to adults, but it’s an awesome film

•Corpse Bride- guy accidentally marries dead girl. Wholesome family fun

•The Nightmare Before Christmas- my fave Disney film. Super cute

•Frankenweenie- dead dog=goodest boy

•Paranorman- sixth sense but now for kids+zombies

•Coraline- Might scar some small children, but I loved it when it came out when I was 8

7) Psychological

•Midsommar- happy cult family holds a festival

•Funny Games- home invasion movie done well. No cheap thrills, just some sadistic shit

•The Strangers- dont answer the door for people wearing masks when it’s not Halloween are you crazy

•The Perfection- artistic, bloody, absolute mind fuck

•Gerald’s Game- sexy time turns not good

•Unsane- imagine being stalked and no one believes you. That’s the premise

•Triangle- ummmmmmmm wtf is happening what time is it??

•It Comes At Night- trust is bad. Paranoia is good.

•The Silence of the Lambs- my personal favorite film. Serial killer helps rookie detective find another serial killer

•Jacob’s Ladder- Vietnam vet struggles with EXTREMELY terrifying visions

AND THERE YOU GO. I have seen plenty more, so if you don’t see one you’d like on this list, hit me up with what kinda movie you’re lookin for and I’ll hook you up amigo

[at-this-point-who-really-knows]

Thanks for the tag @acidictigers

Favorite Color: I love red, though I lean toward stronger, brighter shades of it. Both my phone and phone case are red.

Last Song: DNA by Clarity, I found this song because of a modern dance class that used it often for warmups, and have loved it since.

Last Movie: I think it was the Hallmark movie, “The Christmas House”. It was good, still just a cheesy love story, but it did have some LGBTQ+ representation.

Watching: I’m not watching anything at the moment, but the last episode of a show I watched was probably from The Good Place. The last thing I binged was BBC Sherlock.

Reading: I’m not in the middle of a novel, but I’ve been going through my collection of Edgar Allan Poe stories. The last one I finished was either “The Black Cat” or “Murders in the Rue Morgue”.

Sweet, Spicy, or Savory: I have a low spice tolerance, but I enjoy sweet and savory. If I’m being honest though, I really just like bland foods because I’m boring.

Tea or Coffee: Tea all the way. I like getting seasonal teas, but my go to is chai. A couple days ago, I got a chocolate mint oolong that’s really good.

I don’t feel like tagging anyone specific, if you feel like doing this, go right ahead.

[noelmu]

Buffy The Vampire Slayer, “The Body”

Excerpted from my 2010 AV Club review.

“The Body”

I’ve experienced two major deaths in my life. In 1996, one of my best friends was murdered out in Los Angeles, where he was in the early stages of a promising acting career. I hadn’t seen him in a while or talked to him in months, and I got the news the night before I was supposed to leave on a vacation with my fianceé’s family to the Atlanta Olympics, so I didn’t go the funeral. In the years since, I’ve realized that I probably could have rearranged our schedule and found a way to go, but I was 25 years old then and insecure about almost everything, so I didn’t assert myself. Instead I spent the hours after I got the news babbling nervously and incessantly to my fianceé about my memories of my friend. I didn’t know how to process his death. I didn’t know what was appropriate.

Four years later, my dad died. It seems like a much longer stretch of time, because in the interim I got married, bought a house, moved to Arkansas and started writing full-time. And when I look back, I have to remind myself that I didn’t have any kids yet, and that I’d only been a home-owning grown-up for a few months. My friend’s death feels like ancient history to me now, but my dad’s death feels like fresh news, even though it happened a decade ago. My dad died suddenly—a heart attack, while he was taking an afternoon nap—and I didn’t have any real responsibilities after it happened, beyond driving up for the funeral. My stepmother dealt with all the arrangements, and because my dad was the pastor of a small-town Episcopal congregation, our family had plenty of support. And it wasn’t like I was that close to my father. We talked on the phone every few months, and I’d just seen him at Christmas, but there was always a little distance between us, for various reasons. Still, my most abiding memory of that time was my physical reaction. That whole week, I felt as tired as I’ve ever felt, almost like I was wearing a weighted vest. I felt like something was pressing down on me.

The remarkable thing about “The Body” is how well Joss Whedon captures those particular, eclectic reactions when a loved one dies. The episode opens with a reprise of the final scene in “I Was Made To Love You,” in which Buffy comes home on a sunny morning and finds her mother laying dead on the sofa. Joyce’s body is cold and motionless, and appears slightly out of focus in the back of the frame for a moment before Buffy sees her. Once Buffy realizes what’s happened though, Joyce’s body becomes a hard reality that Whedon keeps returning to, by cutting to shots of her on the floor, or at the morgue. The second-cruelest cut comes after a flashback to a recent holiday dinner, which ends with Joyce and Buffy dropping a pie, followed by a cut to Joyce’s corpse. The cruelest comes after Buffy imagines the paramedics reviving Joyce and everything being okay, before she realizes that it’s not. That’s the way it goes when something terrible happens to us—be it a death in the family or even something as mundane as a bad grade at school. These things preoccupy.

Whedon takes a lot of chances with “The Body,” some of which may have been ill-advised, albeit in a way that’s in keeping with the episode’s subject matter. There’s no “right” way to react to a death, or even to document one. Whedon drops the music entirely (outside of the opening and closing credits), and employs multiple techniques to replicate Buffy’s disorientation. When she rushes to call 911, Whedon goes handheld. When the paramedics arrive, the camera zooms between Buffy and Joyce as Buffy tries to determine if her mother looks presentable. (Buffy ultimately reaches over and tugs Joyce’s skirt down a little.) When a paramedic explains that Joyce probably died of an aneurysm, Whedon only shows the man from the nose down. When Buffy tells Dawn that their mom is dead, Whedon shows them at a remove, through a window, with the sound muffled. When Xander frets, he walks in and out of frame. When the Scoobies arrive at the hospital, Whedon records their sympathetic hugs with quick dissolves. Some of these shots and edits come off a little gimmicky, but the ones that work are so effective that it seems petty to complain that Whedon overdoes it at times. (Besides, different moments are likely to move different people.)

Similarly, Whedon tries different ways through dialogue and action to convey how people grapple with the meaning of “lifeless.” Some of those ways are fairly blunt, as with Dawn’s mini-arc, which sees her go from being emotionally distraught at school over some petty insult, to cheering up when she has a conversation with a boy she likes, to being so distraught over her mom that she needs to touch Joyce’s dead body in order to understand what happened. (“Where’d she go?” Dawn asks, as if wondering how her normal teenage ups-and-downs took such an unexpected turn.) And some are more subtle, as when Dawn’s art teacher asks her students to explore the negative space around their subject—a body, as it happens—just as Whedon does with this episode, showing Buffy’s characters with a Joyce-sized hole in them.

My favorite sequence in the whole episode though is one that’s a little more down-to-Earth. It takes place in Willow’s dorm room, where she frets over what to wear to the morgue—“Why do all my shirts have stupid things on them? Why can’t I dress like a grown-up? Why can’t I be a grown-up?”—while Tara, who’s gone through a death in the family before, tries to be helpful, and Xander gets so frustrated with his feeling of impotence that he punches a hole through Willow’s wall.

And then there’s Anya.

I was holding it together fairly well while watching this episode, until Anya started saying inappropriate things on the periphery of the scene, like, “What will we be expected to do?” and “Xander cried at the apartment; it was weird,” and “Am I supposed to be changing my clothes a lot? Is that the helpful thing to do?” I finally lost it when Willow blows up at Anya for not acting like a human being and Anya yells back that as a recently re-mortaled person dealing with the real meaning of death for the first time in centuries, she just doesn’t understand.

Here’s the whole speech:

I don’t understand how this all happens, how we go through this. I mean I knew her and then she’s… there’s just a body. I don’t understand why she just can’t get back in it and not be dead. It’s stupid. It’s mortal and stupid. Xander’s crying and not talking and I was having fruit punch and I thought that Joyce would never have any more fruit punch and she’d never have eggs, or yawn, or brush her hair, not ever and no one will explain….

Yes, that speech does spell out the whole point of the episode in bolded, capitol letters, which ordinarily would be a bad piece of writing. But damned if Emma Caulfield doesn’t make Anya’s frustration real. And damned if there aren’t some times when even witty fictional characters need to say exactly what’s on their minds, even if it’s “writerly.” Besides, Whedon earns the speech with all the ways he emphasizes the physical aspects of life and death throughout “The Body:” Buffy cracking Joyce’s ribs while administering CPR, and Joyce feeling no pain; Buffy grabbing some paper towels to mop her own vomit, and watching the stain spread; Dawn being stalked by in the morgue by a vampire, a creature who is dead and yet animate.

This is going to sound strange, but it’s the vomit-stain I find most compelling. Here’s this warm, oozing essence of Buffy, seeping into a neat stack of Bounty; while in the next room an entire adult woman is sprawled on the floor with a broken bone that’s not bothering her in the slightest—because the “her” that was is no more, and persists only inasmuch as she’s seeped into the people who knew her. There’s the corpse—inescapable, inconvenient—and then there’s the spirit that has completely vanished. To make out its shape, you’ll have to look at the people gathered around where it used to be. At one point in “The Body,” Dawn’s crush-object Gavin asks, “Negative space… what’s that all about?” This episode is the answer.

[snarkysarcasm]

Can you write something about Gail and Holly going to a county fair or meeting at the fair or something? I dunno. Just seemed like a cute idea I'm too depressed to write.

Gail was bored.  

It wasn’t that she didn’t love fairs.  She did.  She loved the corn dogs and the cotton candy, the corn on the cob, and kettlecorn.  She loved fried oreos, and funnel cake, and being able to eat everything to her heart’s content.  She enjoyed kicking other people’s asses at the games and wasn’t satisfied until she had been on every ride.  

But for the first time in 26 years she was bored.  She blamed it on the company.  When she originally agreed to go with the rest of the rookies to the fair that year Traci was supposed to bring Leo.  But Leo had gone home that day with a fever so the young detective was on Mom duty.  Chris had already gone back to Timmons for Denise and Christian.  Oliver was spending the day with his girls.  

Which left Gail with Dov, Chloe, Andy, and Nick.  

Watching Chloe hang all over Dov and Nick and Andy pretend like they weren’t sleeping together was beyond painful.  It was both cruel and unusual.  She was only about 15 minutes into the night and she was already thinking of excuses that could get her out of staying.  She was also trying to figure out a ride home.  She thought about throwing herself from the top of the ferris wheel.  Supposedly that was frowned upon.  

Just when Gail was about to give up all hope and step in front of a lemonade vendor to put her out of her misery she heard a familiar voice not far from the ring toss.

“Rach, this was your idea.  I knew Lisa would bail on us but you were the one who suggested going to the fair.  Yeah, I know, I know.  Give Ben a kiss for me.”

It was like an answer to her prayers when Gail saw her favorite bespectled brunette.   

“Hey lunchbox.”

Gail wasn’t sure why her stomach flipped at the way Holly’s face lit up after she hung up her phone and saw her.  She wasn’t used to people being that happy to see her.  And it didn’t hurt that Holly had a nice smile, a really nice smile, that Gail was pretty fond of receiving.  

Since that first day at the morgue, the two had been hanging out fairly regularly.  Holly had even convinced her to go to the batting cages and Gail had taken Holly as her plus one to Frank and Noelle’s wedding.  Sure, they had shared a brief kiss in the coat closet that Gail had been replaying in her head on a semi-regular basis and which may have been the biggest contributing factor as to why Gail hadn’t invited Holly to the fair with her pack of losers but now that Gail saw her, she realized that was a really stupid reason to suffer alone.

“Hey, I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Yeah, Princess Price and Girl Guide McNally came up with this plan for tonight.”

“Where are the other officers?”

“And you’re ditching them?”

“Obviously.  I originally only came for Leo, Traci’s son, but since those two couldn’t be here I was about to eat a tomato just to get a ride out of here.”

“Well, since Rachel and Lisa both bailed on me, how about I give you a ride home instead of an ambulance to the hospital.”

“I suppose that could work.  But you know since we’re here, we could probably spend at least a little time doing fair-y stuff.”

“That sounds like a bad gay joke.”

“I’m going to ignore your judgmental tone and introduce you to the way awesome people enjoy the fair.”

“Lead the way.”

---

“I thought you don’t do sports?”  Holly asked as they stared down the milk jugs across from them.

Gail gave the softball in her hand a couple of tosses.  “I don’t.  I want you to win me that shark.”

The blonde pointed to the great white hanging above their heads.

“I thought you were the almighty gamer.”

“Like you said I don’t do sports and this is the only booth with a shark.  Come on, Nerd, I know you can do it.”

Holly struggled not to melt under the puppy dog eyes her friend was giving her.  When Rachel had suggested going to the fair that night, she had only agreed to get her mind off kissing Gail.  But after her other friends (predictably) bailed and the blonde had shown up, Holly had spent the entire struggling not to get swept up in the excitement.  Gail Peck in a county fair was like a kid at Christmas.  The normally enigmatic blonde had happily dragged her from one ride to the next, waxed poetically about the merits of each snack booth, and had already won multiple stuffed animals that she had randomly handed out to kids throughout the fairgrounds.  If Holly’s crush wasn’t already overwhelming it was now at epic proportions.

So if Gail wanted a shark, then Holly was damn sure going to win it for her.  

“Is this because I’m a lesbian that you’re assuming I can throw a softball?” Holly loosened up her arm.

“No my assumption that you own an inordinate amount of backpacks and fleeces is because you’re a lesbian.  My knowledge of your throwing abilities comes from you being the star pitcher of your softball team.”

“And here I thought you didn’t listen when I talk.”  Holly enjoyed the blush the hit pale cheeks in under the obnoxiously bright lights.

It took her 4 tries and a whopping ten dollars but Holly knocked over those rigged cartons.  After the teenager manning the booth retrieved the coveted shark, Holly looked around at the various kids begging their parents for more money.

“So who is going to receive the shark?”

Gail was already had the shark tucked tightly under her arm.

“I think this one I might keep.”

Holly knew she shouldn’t read into it.  That her friend was probably just a huge shark fan.  But Holly couldn’t help wondering if it had anything to do with her winning it.  She wasn’t brave enough to ask.

“Alright, we’ve done every ride in the fair, eaten my weight in fried food, and won your shark.  Is there anything else we need to do?”

“The ferris wheel.” Gail said decisively, already heading in the direction of the long line.

But Holly froze in her tracks.  “Ummm...how about we skip one ride?”

“What? No.  We have to do it.  What’s a fair trip without the ferris wheel?”

“A safe one.” Holly muttered to herself.

“Oh don’t tell me you’re afraid of heights.”

Holly swatted at the hand that was poking at her.  “I’m not afraid of heights.  I’m afraid of rusty, swinging seats that get stuck 200 feet in the air.”

“Please, Lunchbox, we have to do it.”

Holly hated that pout and the influence it had on her.  She prayed to the gods that

---

Holly was full of surprises.  It wasn’t just the fear of heights but the fact that she would face that fear just because Gail asked her to.  It was kind of like the shark.  

Gail had won prizes throughout the night.  Seemingly randomly handing them off to whichever kid was nearby and not throwing a tantrum.  It wasn’t random.  Gail usually spotted the kid who was quietly standing there while their sibling(s) got all of their parents’ attention, or the ones who parents had clearly spent all their cash just getting into the fair and a wristband for their kid to enjoy.  So as nonchalantly as she could, she made sure that those kids got to bring something home from the fair.

Except for the shark.  

As soon as Gail spotted the great white hanging above a game that she knew Holly could win, she decided that she wanted it.  The fact that Holly actually won it for her meant that this one was coming home with her.  Call her selfish (everyone does) but she kind of wanted something to remember how awesome her night had been.

It wasn’t until they were being locked into the swinging cart and Holly’s knuckles actually turned white as they gripped the handle bar that Gail finally stopped her teasing.

“Hey, Nerd, if it’s really that bad.  We can get off now.”

“What? No. I’m good.  Totally good.”

“Your eyes are closed and we haven’t even started moving.”

“Well you know my vision isn’t good anyway so really what’s the point of having them open.”

Holly let out a small shriek that Gail struggled not to laugh at when the ride suddenly came to life.

The death grip from the bar was suddenly on her arm.

“Hey, Hol.  It’s okay.  The ride isn’t going to be that bad.”

“Yep.” Holly managed to get out through clenched teeth.  

“Come on, Hols, it’s no fun if you don’t at least try to enjoy the view.”

A shot rang out and Holly jumped as the first firework lit the sky.  

“Now you’re missing the fireworks.”

Gail watched in amazement as Holly slowly opened first one then both eyes.  

“See it’s not that bad.”

“Nope, not bad.  Just very very high and very very old.  Did you know that the original Ferris Wheel, is also referred to as the Chicago Wheel?  And that it was designed and constructed by George Washington Gale Ferris Jr. in 1893. It was 80.4 metres tall and was the tallest attraction at the World's Columbian Exposition in Chicago, Illinois.”

Gail couldn’t help it.  She couldn’t look away from Holly’s rambling lips as the colors of the sky played across her tan skin.  She couldn’t stop herself from cutting off Holly’s ramble with a kiss.  It wasn’t brief like the coat closet but it wasn’t as long as Gail would’ve liked before she realized what she had done.  

“Sorry you just had to stop talking.”

“I won’t say another word.” Holly promised, already leaning in.

Gail kissed her again, slower and more tentatively than the first.  And her lips didn’t leave Holly’s until they were back on the ground.  Finally stepping off the ride, Gail gathered her shark and took Holly’s hand, ready to make good on that ride home.  

Yeah, she really loved fairs.

[blessed-but-distressed]

Cross My Heart (3/31)

All Sheriff Emma Swan wanted was a bit of the quiet life. Why else would she take a job in Storybrooke, Maine, where deer outnumber people? But when a local woman turns up murdered, Emma quickly realizes she might be out of her depth. Enter Killian Jones, 17th century buccaneer turned vampire, who might just have the kind of unique perspective on the crime she is looking for. It’s a shaky alliance, but when Emma’s past comes back to bite her, she might just discover how handy having a vampire around can be. 

A Captain Swan Supernatural Summer AU.

also on ff.net and ao3 

Rated M for Mature Readers. Trigger warnings for blood, gore, violence, sexual references, blood sharing, mental manipulation and major character deaths.

This here is a murder mystery with vampires in it, and it plays out accordingly. You get what you pay for.

This is my contribution to the Captain Swan Supernatural Summer event. Many thanks to my pseudo-attorney @distant-rose for her art, her positivity, and her commitment to getting the gross details just about right. A big thank you also to @kmomof4 for putting the @cssns together, and for asking me to take part. And thanks to Eric Northman, for some inspiration.

Chapter Three

On the whole, Emma tried to avoid spending too much time in morgues.

It wasn’t just the cloying smell of formaldehyde, which clung to her clothes for the rest of the day. Or the thermostat set at a chilly 40 degrees. It wasn’t even the idea of being trapped in a windowless basement with a whole bunch of dead people. Though, gross.

For your garden variety deaths, your heart attacks and car accidents, the body was usually farmed out to the funeral parlor the next town over, who would handle everything. For the more interesting cases though, the Office of the Chief Medical Examiner would get involved, transferring the body down South for an autopsy.

Kathryn Nolan’s was an interesting case.

Which meant if Emma didn’t want to wait a month for the official autopsy report, she would have to get in good with the Medical Examiner. The Medical Examiner who was currently dodging her calls.

“I’ll flip you for it?” she pleaded, as Graham rummaged in the break room cabinet in search of more coffee filters.

“You already owe me for the press conference,” he pointed out, emerging from the cabinet empty handed and scowling. “Do we still have that paper towel in the storage closet?”

“They have a Dunks in Augusta…” Emma cajoled.

She sensed a flicker of interest from him, but only a flicker. In the end, his principles won out, and he shook his head defiantly. “I’ve been pulling doubles for you all week. I’m not driving to Augusta and back just because you want to avoid seeing one of your old hook ups.”

She really needed to stop telling him things.

She held his gaze for a long moment, but his resolve didn’t break. Son of a bitch.

“Fine!” Emma relented, reaching over to grab the keys for the patrol car off their hook. “I’ll go. But don’t think I’m bringing you back any Boston Kremes. You’ve shown where your loyalties really lie.”

Graham seemed to realize his grave error then, face contorting in pain at the very mention of his favorite treat.

“Nuh, uh,” Emma warned, waggling a finger in front of his face. “You had your chance. I hope you like jelly, you traitor.”

To call Dr Victor Whale an old hook up was pushing it. It was a one time thing, ages ago. A darkened bar, two counties from home. He was just a charming smile after a long line of shots. It wasn’t her fault he worked at the State Police Crime Lab. It wasn’t like he’d volunteered that information at the time. There hadn’t been a whole lot of talking, from what she remembered. Though if she was being honest, that wasn’t a lot.

He must’ve remembered at least a little, though, because a definite look of panic crossed his face when he saw her standing by the door to the laboratory, file in hand.

“Relax, Doctor,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “I’m not here for a paternity suit.”

He chuckled, but the way his shoulders relaxed underneath his lab coat convinced Emma she’d been right on the money with that one.

“Emma Swan,” she said, reaching over to shake his hand, saving him the trouble of having to remember her name. “I’m actually here about a dead woman.”

“No shortage of those here,” Whale said, breaking contact to stretch his arms wide. “We’ve got every make and model. Cheerleaders. Housewives. Grandmas. Society queens. Or if you’re looking for something a touch more exotic, our night time receptionist is of the walking, talking, bloodsucking variety. So, what can I do you for, Sheriff?”

He’d clocked her badge at her hip, then. Always a good sign to have a medical examiner who noticed the little details.

“You’ll remember mine. Kathryn Nolan? She had her heart missing. I heard you were the one who did the autopsy?”

It was almost comical, how fast his devil-may-care grin slid into a grimace.

“Kathryn,” he nodded solemnly. “Of course.”

“Great. Feel like answering some of my questions?”

He hesitated, running a hand through his short platinum hair. “I feel like I should warn you my full report won’t be ready for a couple weeks. The labs are still backed up from Christmas, and…”

“And I’ve got someone in my town who likes to carve out women's hearts,” Emma interrupted. “I’ll take your work-in-progress.”

He blinked. Just once.

“Alright then. She’s down in the freezer. Follow me.”

The building was labyrinthine, and Emma quickly lost her bearings amidst the institutional grey speckled walls, and rows of identical white doors. But as they descended the stairs down into the sub-basement, she came to understand why they called it “the freezer.” She hugged her arms more tightly around herself as the good doctor led her into a pristine white examination room that had never known the joys of central heating.

Probably for the best, all things considered.

“Kathryn Nolan,” Whale repeated to himself, picking up a clipboard and running his finger down the page. “Seems to be behind door number 3. You want a look at her?”

In Emma’s mind, want didn’t really come into it. Fighting her better instincts, she nodded, then stood back as Whale tucked the clipboard under his arm and pulled open the nearest cold storage locker. With a small grunt of effort he slid the steel drawer free until the figure under the white sheet lay between them.

Dragging her eyes from the shape beneath the sheet, Emma looked up to see Whale watching her. Waiting for some sign of distress, maybe. She figured this was probably the juncture where most people would start with the hyperventilating and the vomiting. Fortunately, Emma was not most people. This wasn’t her first rodeo. And even it is had been, she would never give him the satisfaction.

She held his gaze firmly as he pulled back the sheet.

“This your girl?”

Kathryn looked better than the last time Emma had seen her. Not that that was all that hard. But someone had definitely cleaned her up, removed all the river debris and brushed her hair out.   

“I’m guessing you’ve established cause of death, Doctor?”

His grin was wry. “Well, I might’ve gone to a State School, but even I couldn’t miss the gaping hole in her chest where her heart used to be.”

Emma blanched. “They took out the heart while she was still alive?”

“That’s my working theory. Massive chest trauma. She was definitely dead before she hit the water, anyway. The condition she arrived in made it a little hard to determine whether her other injuries were sustained before or after her swim in the river, but I didn’t spot anything else that looked particularly lethal.”

Seeing the look on Emma’s face, Whale hurriedly continued.

“Of course, there’s every chance she wasn’t conscious at the time. We’re still waiting on the toxicology to come back, but she might’ve been drugged. There weren’t any ligature marks on her wrists or ankles, and that’s rather telling. I doubt your girl would’ve just kept still while someone hacked into her.”

Emma remembered the woman who outpaced her on the treadmill, week after week. No, that didn’t seem like Kathryn’s MO.

“So they used a knife? Like a hunting knife?”

“That’s probably a good bet. I’ve taken some moulds of the grooves left in the ribs. I might be able to narrow that down for you. But my best guess at the moment is you’re looking at a substantial blade. 10 inches maybe. They weren’t fucking around.”

Emma wondered if that was the medically appropriate term.

“Good news is,” Whale pointed out, “whoever your killer is, they probably aren’t too smart, and they’re definitely not medically trained. I did some reading about this. It isn’t easy to rip out a human heart directly from the chest. There’s the sternum and the ribs to contend with. It takes a lot of strength to cut or break through them, and a lot of  time. It’s messy. The victim doesn’t die right away. Compare that with, say, the Aztecs, who practised heart-extraction as part of some rituals. They’d slice below the ribs with a sharp rock, and rip the heart out from below. It’s fast, efficient, and relatively easy to accomplish with little more than a scalpel and your hand.”

He indicated the angry wound marring Kathryn’s chest. “That’s not the route your killer chose to take. Ergo, not too bright.”

Or maybe they just appreciated the spectacle of it.

“You get anything I could use to find this guy?”

Whale shrugged, lifting the sheet back over Kathryn’s face. “After a couple of days in that river, you’d be lucky to find any useful trace evidence. We sent everything we had off for analysis, but I don’t like your odds. ”

Emma frowned. “You think she was in the water the whole time, then? She was killed the day she disappeared?”

“That’s my opinion. It’s hard to say for sure. The decaying process is delayed when the body is submerged in water, especially when it’s this cold. But the body was already showing signs of putrefaction, so she’d probably been out there the full five days. That’s not forgetting the lack of ligature marks, which suggest she wasn’t held for any length of time. If you’re thinking this was a kidnapping, then I’d say they used some kind of drug to incapacitate her, in the short term. Unfortunately, the condition of the body makes it hard to determine how it might’ve entered her system. You’d have to wait for the tox screen to know what you’re dealing with.”

“So you’re saying it could be anyone?” Emma sighed, rubbing her eyes with the heel of her hand.

“Well,” Whale considered. “Anyone with a hunting knife and a certain amount of patience. They didn’t do this by accident. They meant to rip her heart out. If you consider how much strength it would take to saw through the sternum, you’re probably looking at a male, or especially strong woman. Hard to gauge height by the angle of grooves in the ribs, because she was probably on her back at the time, but the marks definitely skew left. So he was probably right-handed.”

“So he’s strong, right-handed man, then?” Emma summed up.

It didn’t really narrow down the field much, and the apologetic look Whale shot her way said he knew it.

“And he probably knew her,” Whale added. “Or surprised her. I didn’t spot a lot of obvious defensive wounds. So whoever they are, they must’ve gotten pretty close before they incapacitated her.”

A strong, right-handed man, who was familiar to her, then.

As if that didn’t describe nearly the entire male population of Storybrooke to a T.

Swallowing back her disappointment, Emma extended her hand again. “Thanks for your time, Doc. I look forward to your full report.”

He looked at her hand, but he didn’t accept it. Instead he let his lips curve into what could only be described a salacious grin. “I get off in an hour. I don’t suppose you-”

“I think that would be a spectacularly bad idea,” Emma said firmly, snatching her hand back and cutting him off before he could dig himself any further. And then, because she couldn’t help herself, “Do you normally try to seduce the police officers investigating the deaths of your patients?”

“Only the hot ones,” he replied, maybe a little too honestly. “And I seem to remember we had fun together.”

Emma doubted he remembered that much. She certainly didn’t.

“Yeah, I’m not really interested in jeopardizing my murder investigation with a repeat performance.”

Whale held a finger to his lips, letting loose what she was sure someone had once told him was a panty dropping smile. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

The next time Emma got it into her head to take a man to bed, she was going to make sure she was across state lines first. Hell, maybe even across the border. Anything to ensure she never, ever found herself in this situation again.

“As tempting as that sounds,” she said, with forced sincerity, “I think I’m gonna pass. No,” she said, holding up a hand as he moved closer. “It’s okay. I can see myself out.”

Twenty minutes and a few wrong turns later, Emma was back in the patrol car again, heater blasting, scrolling through her contacts with numb fingers.

“Graham, hey. Bad time?”

“Is there any other time?” he drawled.

Emma stifled her eye roll. “You’re funny, you know that? I knew I kept you around for a reason.”

“That and my charming personality,” he pointed out.

“Of course,” she agreed. “Can’t forget that. Any chance you put those charms to work and got Michael Tillman to open the garage for you?”

“Yeah, but I don’t know what I’m looking for. Didn’t we already dust and bag everything in Kathryn’s car?”

“We thought so, but back then this was just a disappearance. Now it’s a murder. Check again. Especially the backseat.”

“The backseat?” Graham repeated.

“Kathryn was driving from home to the office when she disappeared. It’s a straight line, and she had no reason to deviate. So either she stopped for someone, or they were already in the car when she got in. Check the backseat.”

“If I find anything, do I earn myself a Boston Kreme?” he asked hopefully.

“You find anything, I’ll buy you a whole box.”

[yourdistinguishedglitterwife]

Last Christmas

Hey! So @the-consulting-strange-vidder , I’m your SSS!

I based your gift loosely on “Last Christmas” but with a happier ending!

I’m going to write an epilogue for this because I think it would be cute.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy Sherlolly in ‘Last Christmas’

She still couldn’t believe that she had agreed, and that Mary had talked her into this. Again! She actually couldn’t believe a lot of things. And she was really tired of how easily she could be manipulated. She could really kick herself for this one. Molly Hooper was indeed a mouse, not a man.

Which brought up another sore subject. She was tired of being scoffed at because she was a female pathologist. “Pathology is a man’s area,” “There’s no way a woman can be smart enough to do things correctly the first time in pathology,” and her very favorite, “Isn’t that a man’s job?” For goodness’ sake, it’s the twenty-first century!

She scowled just thinking of the last time she heard that line, back to last Christmas, when she had been invited by her best friend, Mary Morstan, to attend a Christmas Ball/Banquet for charity. Mary’s date, Dr. John Watson, who Molly had met on more than one occasion and quite liked, had introduced Molly to his friend. The infamous Sherlock Holmes, who looked, though she couldn’t figure out how it was possible, better in person than the pictures in the newspapers, which were really good photographs that seemed to always catch a mischievous gleam in his eyes that had drawn Molly to him in the first place. Molly had immediately fallen for him, tall, dark and handsome, with intelligence to rival any professor she had ever studied under. That is, until he opened his mouth.

She had assumed his gentle cerulean eyes meant that he was kind, but boy was she mistaken as the first words to leave his mouth were, “So you’re the female pathologist. Isn’t that a man’s job?” She promptly took her glass of red wine and threw it in his face and then stormed out, forgetting her coat in the process. To her embarrassment, Molly could hear the laughter coming from John and Mary. She had assumed that they were laughing at her, until later that night Mary stopped by her flat to drop off her coat and apologize for Sherlock’s behavior.

‘He’s not comfortable in social situations, and has no tact,’ Mary explained.

‘I thought you guys were laughing at me,’ Molly said in a watery voice as she swiped at the tears streaming down her face.

‘Oh, Honey! Of course we weren’t laughing at you,’ Mary reassured. ‘We were laughing because it was about time someone put Mr. Sherlock ‘The-Great-Consulting-more-like-Insulting-Detective’ Holmes in his place.’

Molly rolled her eyes and smiled a little.

‘You really should have seen his face, Honey, it was hysterical!’ At this point, Mary started laughing uncontrollably again, so much so that Molly joined in. Soon they were both gasping for air while the tears flowed, for a new reason for Molly.

When they had somewhat sobered, Mary delivered the death blow.

‘I hate to tell you this. But I also think a warning is fair,’ Mary started.

‘What do you mean?’ Molly asked her, looking at her from the corner of her eye.

‘You know how John works with Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade?’

‘Y-yes. . .’ Molly answered hesitantly.

‘Well. . .,’ started Mary. ‘Sherlock is going to be tagging along with them now. And like I said, I think a warning is fair, they will probably end up in your morgue more often than not.’

Molly heaved a heavy sigh. ‘Great!’ She left it alone after that.

And now here she was, a year later, agreeing to spend time with the one man who couldn’t even stand her, let alone her career choice. They would have absolutely nothing to talk about. It would be more awkward than last year, and she wasn’t sure she would be able to handle it, or the glares from her friends, for very long.

Sherlock had no idea what he had done to make Molly Hooper hate him so much, but he was determined to find out. He didn’t think his compliment would make her react in anger. A year later and she was still giving him the cold shoulder, or her responses to his questions were monosyllabic and short replies. Which, according to both John and Mike Stamford, was very unlike “Miss Molly Hooper”.

He was very determined to change her mind about himself, especially after coming to terms with how he felt about her. Yes, Sherlock Holmes, the world’s only consulting detective, had lost his heart to one Molly Hooper. But Molly never spoke to him so he had never had the chance to tell her. But tonight at the charity Ball/Banquet, he was going to lay it out on the line for her, and see if there was any way they could repair whatever had been broken before they had even officially met.

As Sherlock stood in the foyer waiting for John and Mary, and inevitably Molly, his stomach started to knot up. She had held his heart since last Christmas, and he had watched her over the year, at John and Mary’s wedding with Tom to be specific, and it had slowly killed him. And then they had broken up, and he thought his soul could have soared.

But she still hadn’t talked to him in the lab, only given him the things he had asked for and then leaving him in silence. And the one time he had asked her to stay to help him, she had stumbled over her words to make an excuse to leave. But he knew her schedule. She didn’t have any autopsies to preform, she had been free.

Finally, finally, the three of them had shown up. When Molly’s eyes met Sherlock’s, she blushed, a look Sherlock thought that flattered her appearance. She quickly recovered and looked away, eyes searching for the closest bar. She made a beeline for the table, trying to look like she wasn’t rushing.

John and Mary approached Sherlock. John looking quite grim.

‘Mate, you need to talk to her, make her listen. Tell her how you feel, before someone else comes in and steals her out from under you,’ John’s kind eyes reassured Sherlock that that was indeed the correct thing to do.

Sherlock nodded and left to join Molly at the bar. He laid down a bill and told the barkeep, ‘For the lady.’

Molly had been startled by this and immediately turned around. ‘Keep your money.’

‘My money is just as good as yours,’ Sherlock sighed.

‘Fine.’

‘Molly, for what I said, whatever it was that made you hate me so much, I apologize.’

Molly was shocked so much, that the color drained from her face. Her brows furrowed and she tilted her head. ‘I don’t hate you, Sherlock.’

It was Sherlock’s turn to look confused. ‘You don’t?’

‘No. Not at all.’

Sherlock couldn’t really believe what he was hearing. ‘Could there be any chance for me to redeem myself?’

Molly smiled. ‘Perhaps.’

‘Perhaps a dance will help,’ Sherlock held out his hand.

‘You dance?’ Molly asked, amazement in her tone.

‘Molly Hooper, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me. But I’d like to tell you.’

Molly smiled as she took his proffered hand as he led them to the dancefloor. ‘I think I’d like that.’