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eatyourchancletas · 3 years ago

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SUMMARY | y/n l/n; the trauma surgeon who was in the wrong place at the wrong time and is taken hostage by the terrifying mafia known as ateez. despite their situations, love arises between the doctor and san; but when an enemy comes in between the group, breaking trust and belief between the members, what will san choose to save; his newfound love or his brothers?

PAIRING | choi san x male reader

INFO/CATEGORY | mafia au, fluff, light angst

WARNINGS | violence, weapon usage/mention, foul language, lower case writing

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AUTHOR’S NOTE | we’re back! sorry for the long break, hopefully we can get into the flow of things! monnie’s already started chapter 5 off amazingly too :p written by both of us this time (mainly edited by monnie)! please leave feedback, like, reblog, whatever you can to let us know whether you enjoyed it or not! (re-edited because dongwoo and changsik were switched up)

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y/n was usually called outstanding, hard-working, smart. but in reality, he was an idiot when he was outside the workforce.

being a workaholic meant showing your skills, growing them, improving them, and practicing them constantly. sometimes it seemed to be all he knew— it’s what all the people around him saw.

yet again, outside of it he’s quite a gullible man; which brings him to his current situation…

“looking for something?”

he looked away from the bandages he was previously examining to come face to face with a man that looked around his age. “not really, just restocking my clinic. or—trying to find things to restock it with.” the man nods, glancing around suspiciously, although y/n didn’t didn’t seem to take notice of this particular action.

“this pharmacy is pretty small, but it has lots of good supplies… lots of hidden gems. want me to show you where i get my tools?”

“oh,” y/n blinked in surprise, “you’re in the medical field?”

the man made eye contact with him, managing a convincing smile. “yeah, there’s a clinic down the road from here, about fifteen minutes by foot, this is the nearest pharmacy, so we stock up from here most of the time. i work there as an assistant.”

y/n nodded, amusement sparkling in his eyes. “wow, then please! show me what you suggest.”

at the approval, the man nodded, “name’s changsik, by the way. what do you work as? i’m assuming you’re also in the medical field.”

they walked along the aisle of the cough syrups, ointments, and the few other medicines to turn and make their way to the exit door. y/n furrowed his brows, about to ask why they were exiting until changsik made another turn, walking towards the staff room.

“your assumption is correct, i’m a surgeon…” he replied belatedly, trailing off as he stepped foot inside the room. his eyes trailed on the shelves full of unopened boxes, more prescription pills, and—bingo! the supplies he’d written down on his list.

for a split second, the memory of san handing it to him flashes across his mind, blinking it away as he turned to changsik. “wait, how are you able to access this?”

“i’m a regular.” he glanced across at him, looking past the window. “and also the perks of having a pharmaceutical license,” a hefty laugh left his mouth, “took some convincing though.”

“huh,” y/n squatted down, inspecting a box that was on the floor, “i guess that makes sense.”

“just put what you need in a box and take it out. i’ll just say you’re helping me take it back.” changsik smiled, watching y/n nod and do so.

after a few minutes, y/n finished and announced he was ready to check out. changsik’s eyes met one of the cctv cameras before settling on y/n.

“alright, let’s go check out.”

as they walked toward the front, they reached the hallway that led to the exit. just as y/n was going to walk past, toward the checkout counter, a hand forcefully grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back. he looked behind him, in a startled manner, thinking changsik had just forgotten something. however, a deeper fear struck when changsik’s hand moved to clench at the back of his collar.

“don’t make a sound.”

the second the cold blade touched the skin of y/n’s neck, the surgeon knew to stay quiet. there was a burning in his throat as he struggled to swallow, scared to trigger any abrupt movement. his frantic mind jumbled about, words of scolding placed toward himself and the situation while trying to get a grip. he thought of using the in-ear to alert jongho, but it would risk exposure of the communication device: in any case… he’d be dead by then.

“what is taking him so long?” jongho grunted, tapping his foot in impatience. it’d already been about 10 minutes since y/n entered the store—it shouldn’t take that long for a surgieron to find equipment that’s of medicinal standard!

tapping his in-ear and calling out the doctor’s name, he got no response. placing his face mask on, he rushed into the store, beckoning the cashier. “have you seen a man, about 6’3” with h/c hair?”

the cashier stared at him with a shocked look, “yes, but he went back toward the restrooms. is he dangerous?”

jongho shook his head before running toward the back of the store. he shoved against the restroom door, shouting out the older’s name as he threw open each stall door. finally admitting the fact that the older had disappeared, he tapped his in-ear once more, calling out for anyone.

“jongho, what’s going on?” hongjoong had intercepted the connection, hearing jongho’s worried voice.

the bodyguard had no time to register the primal fear that would settle itself in his bones once faced with the leader, “it’s y/n, hyung. he ran away.”

jongho returned to the headquarters after scoping out the area once more and had just entered through the front door when he was met with the sight of the whole group.

hongjoong was staring at him with his jaw clenched and an almost empty whiskey glass settled in his lax hand. jongho had never seen a look so severe in hongjoong’s eyes—he’d never messed up this bad. and apparently, the leader wasn’t the only one emotionally affected by his mistake, because before hongjoong could even physically express his own anger, san had snatched the glass from his hand and launched it at jongho, missing his head by less than an inch.

everyone was shocked at his silent outburst, san even going as far to ignore the immense pain in his abdomen and on his shoulder, but hongjoong simply sent the younger a look, causing him to cower back in the slightest. jongho, however, was enraged at what had just happened. what gave san, who had no superiority over him, the right to do that?

“what the fuck was that?” he had stormed over to the boy, grabbing his shirt with both fists. san didn’t back down, sticking his jaw out toward the youngest.

“how could you lose y/n?”

“i was told no matter what to avoid cameras, so i stayed outside! i didn’t exactly think the fucker would have the balls to run away!”

everyone watched the two, eyeing when to step in and pull them apart. but hongjoong let them run their mouths. the longer someone talks, the more something is revealed. what he was looking to be revealed, he didn’t know; but something would come up.

san pushed back against jongho, “y/n hyung wouldn’t run away. he’d never do that!”

‘oh,’ hongjoong perked in interest.

the younger scoffed, “what makes you so sure?”

san’s next words came as a bit of a shock, leaving the others with silent questions, “he promised he’d come back.”

bingo!

an awkward silence filled the room as they all stared, speechless at how hopelessly fond their brother had become for their hostage. as much as some of them hated to admit it, y/n was only a hostage to them at the end of the day. and for san to fall into a reversal stockholm syndrome of sorts was nothing short of a disappointment. however, that couldn’t be the main focus, y/n was missing and they didn’t know how strong his resolve would be in the event of torturing.

“run us back on what happened, will you?” hongjoong told jongho, trying to get a clear picture on what went down because the first thing they needed to know was why y/n was taken, much less, who took him. was it by the same person who’d been running their mouths in the streets?

and right in the middle of his explanation, an alarm went off on yeosang’s phone; it was a message. the others kept talking, figuring yeosang could handle whatever message he’d received.

it was when he promptly stood up that all attention had been placed on him.

“it’s him! it’s dongwoo!”

a soft whimper sounded as y/n was thrown to the ground, hands bound and eyes blinded by some piece of cloth.

“boss,” y/n’s kidnapper spoke in a submissive wave, causing y/n to assume the guy had straightened his spine and was saluting him in some way.

a moment later, a gruff voice broke through the eerie silence in the room, “and who is this?” his voice wasn’t angered or bewildered at all, and that’s what scared y/n. he sounded intrigued; like even he wasn’t expecting to be a part of this situation.

“someone with connections to ateez— saw that bodyguard walking around with him.”

the other man hummed, “the bodyguard didn’t follow you, did he?”

“no, no. i found them by the pharmacy; i know the area pretty well because i do the runs for sowon— i knew the camera blindspots!” his abductor seemed to be a bit on the simpler side when it came to this “boss” of his, y/n concluded. this was a completely different personality than when he was being abducted at the scene…

“good job. and you know what, changsik-ah,” his voice seemed to be getting more intrigued, y/n’s heart beating even faster in response, “since you bought in such a valuable hostage, i’ll let you have the honors of obtaining information from him.”

y/n felt the air beside him shift, changsik bowing a full 90 degrees at his boss’s blessing, “thank you!”

a sickeningly hearty laugh resonated and the creaking of a chair sounded before the boss’s next words seemed to be the final straw for y/n’s pounding heart.

“i want him alive.”

“he better be alive,” san growled at jongho.

“we might get to him alive if you two would quit bickering. we’re wasting time because of you two, so shut it and sit down!” hongjoong had had enough of the two. he knew it was a sensitive time for san and jongho, different reasons for both, of course, but they would only get nowhere if they weren’t level-headed.

the two boys bowed their heads at their leader, san still sending a side-eyed glare at the younger before sitting down in his chair.

it’d been two days since y/n was kidnapped and they still hadn’t been able to come up with a plan to get y/n back.

wooyoung tried to trace where the text message came from within the first minute it was received, but surprise, surprise! it was a burner phone— so back to square one; checking all of the cctv footage in the area and trying to spot a suspect that wasn’t even visible from the first frame.

the cameras in the pharmacy showed only y/n, the pharmacist, clerk, and four other customers. of those four, only one person never entered through the front door. and within those 48 hours, he’d managed to single out a vehicle that had arrived in the frame of one of the street cams showing the alleyway behind the pharmacy, and left the same way not even 5 minutes later. it was a suspicious vehicle too; white van, no windows in the back, and paper license plates. the paper plates hinted that they were most likely changed recently or are changed frequently.

and so after hours of having to witness his best friend be so uncharacteristically frantic and down, wooyoung, unfortunately, decided to do what he thought was smartest—save y/n himself to make his best friend happy again.

his intentions may have been well, but in stories like these, doesn’t something always go wrong?

“help me set the table guys,” seonghwa cleared his throat, hand on his hip as he stirred the soup on the stove. the steam from the boiling liquid sent another cloud to his tired face, a sheen of sweat and condensation forming.

“i really don’t understand why we are acting like we have the time to set a table and eat home cooked meals when we don’t!” san exasperated, pacing around the dining room.

mingi gave a sympathetic smile, patting him on the back before going to help seonghwa.

while mingi was more on the understanding side of san’s worries, jongho disagreed, “how exactly do you expect us to find him if we don’t take care of ourselves?”

“all i’m saying is food and sleep shouldn’t be this consistently on your minds when we’re all in this situation!”

jongho scoffed, finding the utmost absurdities in san’s words, “why are you acting like he’s so important? he doesn’t know anything about us or our weaknesses— for fuck’s sake, it’s not like we can’t just get another doc—”

a fist had flown toward jongho’s cheek, cutting off his words, before san’s thrashing body was being pulled back by mingi and yeosang.

“go to hell choi jongho!” san screamed, trying to force his way through the barrier the two had made with their bodies. the boy could feel his stitches tearing as he fought, but he didn’t care. jongho had been a bitch since the very first moment y/n was around, and for what reason?

“cut it out, san!” yeosang hollered, voice brute as he pushed against the boy.

“no, let me at him. he wants to keep being a little shit, i’ll show him shitty!”

“stop it! you haven’t even noticed, have you?”

san didn’t stop trying to break the barrier, focusing on getting to jongho and the other’s words, “notice what?”

“wooyoung’s missing,” yeosang began, san whipping his head toward him and trying to disagree, but yeosang was having none of it, “and you haven’t done anything but antagonize everyone here for not doing their jobs at your pace!”

“oh, excuse me for trying to be as quick as possible in finding him!”

“yeah, and who ever said quick was the efficient route to go? we’re dealing with people we know nothing about, but they seem to know a little too much about us, no? so stop getting on everyone’s asses and—”

“shut the hell up! please!” seonghwa had slammed his hands down on the table, screaming at the top of his lungs. every person in the room had immediately gone silent, words left on the tips of their tongues in a desperate attempt to fly about.

“you’re all going to shut it, sit down, and eat this meal like the civilized people we are and come up with a plan to get y/n back as safely as possible,” he gave a quick glare at everyone, blowing a puff of air at the lock of hair that had settled over his eyelids.

“am i clear?”

"yes, sir."

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starbornvalkyrie · 4 years ago

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a christmas kiss

Winter Drabbleland: Day One - Quinlar

I used this ask from @darlinminds: hey love ! could you do 6: “i will never understand how you get as many lays as you do” for rowaelin or quinlar please ? <3. I don’t remember the prompt list it came from, but it’s been sitting in my inbox for awhile so I made it work for Christmas LOL

Anywho, I can’t remember if there’s any explicit language so just beware. Other than that its super fluffy. Enjoy!

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Christmas dinner was the only one of Bryce’s many traditions that Hunt thoroughly enjoyed. His best friend has a tradition for every holiday and for almost every single one of them, she finds a way to embarrass Hunt to no end. On Halloween, it’s any costume she can find with minimal clothing; on Valentine’s Day, it’s boxer shorts with two hearts on his ass cheeks and all of his pants conveniently in the washer when it’s time to leave for a party.

The only upside to all of it is the way he catches Bryce staring at his body without a shirt on. Hunt has to savor those looks because he knows nothing will ever come of them--no matter how badly he wants her. She’s his best friend and there’s no way he’s ever risking their friendship.

Hunt shook his head and turned back to the stove in front of him. Every year, Hunt is in charge of the main course and one side for dinner--this year it’s a perfectly glazed ham and creamy garlic mashed potatoes. He relished his time in the kitchen, he’s always had an affinity to cooking.

His thoughts wandered back to Bryce--who was off picking up their special order of chocolate croissants in honor of Danika. The only reason they were able to get an order on Christmas Day was because Bryce’s current fling is with the shop’s assistant baker. Hunt felt sorry for the guy, knowing Bryce is going to drop him any day now and move on to her next conquest.

The timer on the oven went off, stopping the rising anger that always comes with the thought of Bryce and other men, and Hunt went to work arranging the dining table to fit the ham in the center.

Not long after, the rest of their friends arrived, each of them armed with a different dish. Fury and Juniper brought green bean casserole; Declan, Tristan, and Ruhn came with cornbread and the ingredients for eggnog daiquiris. Tharion was next, carrying three containers of pie and chatting up Bryce with the croissants.

A chorus of “Merry Christmas” rang through Hunt’s and Bryce’s apartment, warming Hunt’s heart. They arranged the food on the table and took their seats, Bryce ending up across the table from Hunt.

Hunt let their guests get their food first and accepted a glass of eggnog daiquiri from Declan. Before he could stop himself, he asked Bryce, “How’s what’s his face down at the bakery?”

Bryce was in the middle of scooping a mountain of mashed potatoes onto her plate, but she looked up at him confused. “Julian? He’s good, I guess? I haven’t seen him much before today.” Hunt narrowed his eyes but didn’t say anything. Showing his jealousy wouldn’t do anything but make him look weird.

Conversation drifted from topic to topic as they filled their stomachs with food. Hunt learned about the ballet company that Juniper auditioned for and the website Declan is making for his first big client.

Hunt was in the middle of making plans at the shooting range with Ruhn when movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He turned to Bryce who now had half a pie and two croissants on her plate.

“B, are you seriously going to eat all of that?”

She cut him a look that said Challenge Accepted and began shoveling pie into her mouth, hardly stopping to swallow between bites.

He shook his head in disbelief. “I will never understand how you get as many lays as you do.”

Bryce took a giant bite out of her fifth croissant of the evening, leaned forward and whispered, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Hunt choked on his eggnog, and Bryce leaned back with a triumphant look on her face.

Ruhn slapped Hunt on the back a few times as he caught his breath. Not to be outdone he responded, “Maybe I would.”

The whole table went silent as Hunt held Bryce’s gaze. Her eyebrows were scrunched together and a lock of red hair fell in front of her face. Hunt had to fight the urge to brush it away himself, so instead he focused on not breaking eye contact first.

Hunt loosed a breath when she looked back down at her plate and finished her dessert. Their friends began talking again, but there was a new tension in the room as though the cord that connected him to Bryce was threatening to snap at any moment.

Despite that, the night went on smoothly as they drank and laughed and screamed Christmas tunes at the tops of their lungs. Throughout the night, Hunt felt Bryce’s eyes on him. And when they sang their rendition of Baby, It’s Cold Outside, he couldn't deny the charge he felt when his fingertips brushed the small of her back that was exposed by her crop top.

They finally began winding down well after two in the morning, their friends trickling out one by one until Bryce closed the door behind the last of them. She stood there, staring at the door as though it were an oracle that could tell her what to do next.

Hunt decided to take a leap of faith, crossing the room to her as he decided this was worth it because she was. He knew that if this was a mistake, they would still be okay. They’d laugh about it and move on.

“Bryce,” he said, softly yet firmly.

When she turned around, Hunt grabbed his best friend by the face and kissed her.

It was the best damn Christmas gift in the world.

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ma-lark-ey · 4 years ago

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DnDads fandom, here’s some food for thought for you.

You keep telling Anthony you want representation, that you want more diversity, you want characters confirmed as fandom wide headcanons, whatever. You tell him you want more.

But, these same blogs that say these things reblog posts on the “men writing women” memes and rant on cis people writing trans characters and white people writing POC and whatever else, so let me off you this.

If you were a content creator, and your fans were asking you for representation, while on the same note saying how people who aren’t [people group] can never get [people group] right, what would possess you to take that step to provide that? I want you to genuinely think about that, because as a content creator who prides themself on putting in the kinds of characters I’ve heard people cry for in my stories, seeing those kinds of things is very discouraging. Because, I, as a white person know my portrayal of a POC is never going to be as good as POC want it to be, but all I can do is try my very best and listen to them on their critiques and turn around what I did wrong.

I’m not saying Anthony is justified in the lack of diversity in NPCs, but you guys need to understand that when you tell him to provide diversity then also complain that [majority group] never portray [minority group] right is not helping your case. All you’re gonna do is discourage him from providing that.

If you need evidence, here’s an actual Talking Dads quote form Anthony on Trans Nick and other fandom wide headcanons ( I did not transcribe this scene, i thank my Discord friend for sending me this. I don’t know your Tumblr but if you see this just drop a say so in the notes)

“Anthony: Oh wow. There are a lot of ones I like that are almost exclusively about gender and orientations and stuff like that. Of like, oh yeah maybe Nick is trans or or or any of those kinds of things. Cause those, it’s always like, not not that I would ever take those because uh, uh, and, make them part of the main canon just because I feel like that might- I don’t trust myself to not make that appropriative and weird. But I love that people from marginalized communities are taking those characters and being like “he’s ours now!”

Beth: Yeah.

Anthony: ‘Nick, he’s- he’s black and he’s a trans man and Glenn loves him and it’s not a big deal.’ And like, all that kind of stuff.”

I’m sympathetic to sentiments like this, because this was my writing until this very year. My thought process was “I won’t write POC because I, as a white person, might fuck it up” and that thought process is only made so much stronger when if you do fuck up, no matter how minor or how severe, you’re met with nothing but inbox spam and threats and hostility. If you want response; use your words politely. When you attack them, nothing will change. Attacking does nothing but make them fear their own fans, and that’s genuinely not what we want. I know that’s not what we want. This callout/cancel culture people have created in this little fandom is so toxic, to both us and the dads.

If you’re gonna ask something of the dads, do it nicely. Don’t come for their throats. If you, YOU personally, have sent them the same message multiple times and have no response after a couple weeks; then you get rights to get more aggressive. Not when you’re posting one call out on their Twitter.com and do nothing but yell and accuse. That’s not accomplishing anything.

If I, a fifteen year old, find myself using more tact in these posts than grown ass adults, there’s definitely a problem here. And it’s not the dads.

You wanna know that dads aren’t giving representation? Because they’re scared of fucking it up, they’re scared you ADULTS are going to come for their throats at the smallest mistake and continue to turn their fanbase into a warzone. Don’t make it a warzone.

You know how you fix that? Approach them. Message them on some platform. Just say; Hey, I know your fans want [character] to be [minority group] and if you wanted help in learning how to confirm that, I am [minority group] and I’d be willing to help you.

It’s that easy! Wow!

Because, honestly, even a sensitivity director can’t be perfectly knowledgeable on every single minority group.

If you want your kind of minority group represented in DnDads, god dammit reach out to the cast and offer your input. Not you may not be an authority on your minority group, or some kind of genius on it, but one of those people reaching out and offering advice based on their own experiences is often much better than nothing.

Like, the other day on twitter someone said, “Hey, Jenna and Anthony! I noticed you called Ratticus Finch ‘agendered’ and that’s not a perfect term for all nonbinary people, so I would suggest putting in some more research on terms before the next episode.” And THAT’S how you approach topics at first, not screaming and yelling. That’s how you put in advice. That’s how you provide criticism.

I said when I first started talking about discourse that the adults are the problem, and i still stand by that. Because I am yet to see anyone under the age of 25 acting like this. Anyone younger I’ve seen on this has been tactful, and polite. Which really shows the difference in generations. It’s sad.

I hold hope in the hosts, because they’ve made steps to change in the past. And they’re only gonna take the issues one hurdle at a time, you can’t expect everything to be managed all at once, they have to pace themselves or else they’re going to get burned out and that’s worse.

And if this podcast at the moment is not up to your standards? That’s fine. Walk. Away Come check back in in a few months if you still hold interest and see if it’s what you want to associate yourself with. Just stop attacking the hosts, criticize and construct them instead.

You get nothing out of tearing others down, only more destruction.

#dndads #dndads discourse

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snowdice · 4 years ago

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Folds in Paper (Chapter 2: Green Light)[Folds in Time Universe]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Janus/Patton, Remus & Roman, eventual Logan/Virgil (maybe more)

Characters:

Main: Janus, Patton, Remus

Appear: Remy, Emile, Virgil, Logan, Roman

Summary: Janus, a disillusioned senior agent working for the Time Preservation Initiative, struggles to find meaning in a world where time travel could change everything about your life’s history in less than a moment. When time distortions start popping up, threatening the timeline and the fabric of reality as he knows it, it becomes a race against the clock to fix the damage before everything unravels. And the problem with time travel… you never how long you have before the clock strikes 12 and your time is up.

With a partner who has more mysteries in his past than Janus had anticipated and an enigmatic free agent time traveler mucking about time always with a clever pun or a time appropriate pet name on his lips, Janus will need to figure out what went wrong with time, and more importantly, how to fix it.

Notes: Time travel AU, mystery, enemies to lovers, alcohol

“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter – to-morrow we will run farther, stretch out our arms farther…” (F. Scott Fitzgerald in The Great Gastby)

This is a fic I’ve been writing on study breaks that you have probably all already seen at this point. I’ve slightly edited it for wording and grammar, but not for content from my previous posts. Feel free to send in asks to direct it because I’m not 100% sure where this is going and you can help decide if you feel so inclined! You can see the process I went through to build this at this link.

Part 1

The morning was just as torturous as Janus had expected it would be. He chewed through another pop-tart, this time bothering to actually check and see that it was a cinnamon-sugar one and drank three cups of caffeinated orange juice. Then, he waved his hand through the air and selected the first saved location on his device. He popped up directly behind his desk where he’d been standing the night morning before.

Someone, probably Remus, had shut his integrator down. He swiped a finger across the power button, and it flickered back on, scrolling through its morning start up routine.

The machine scanned through all of the data in the three main system it was connected to and sorted all information into things that concerned him, could concern him, and did not before then sorting the first two categories into order of importance. As it did, he set up his screen reader so he would hopefully not start the day with more of a migraine than he already had. It took about 3 seconds for everything to turn on and settle.

Sitting down in his desk, he dismissed the notification that Remus had finished and submitted the report from their mission the day before, before looking through the next things on his list. A mission had been scheduled for him today, and the details were in his inbox. A piece of time travel technology had been accidently dropped by an archology student in the 1890s during a trip. It was an earlier model of emergency time travel given to time travelers that would dump them back into the Registration Office in the year they originated. It wasn’t extremely dangerous, but could pose some problems, especially if someone who didn’t know what it was activated it.

Surveillance agents had tracked it down and found that it had been picked up by a local and sold. Though no one from that time had known what it was, they had identified that it was made out of a precious metal and it had been crafted into an expensive necklace. Janus and Remus were supposed to retrieve it today. It had been pinpointed that the most opportune time for the extraction was 1923 during a masquerade ball held by those who had bought the necklace. It was a fairly low stakes mission.

He wasn’t set to leave for another couple of hours, so he clicked through the rest of the important notifications and then set off to meet his missions coordinator, Rhi, in her office.

Rhi and Janus got along fairly well. She was a well put together woman who took her job incredibly seriously. It was fair as her job was to organize all information and materials from every other department and make sure the agents she was assigned to got and understood all of it. A mistake from her could lead to an agent’s death or something far worse.

This, of course, made her relationship with Remus… interesting to say the least. Janus could never place whether they were nemesis, frenemies, or mortal enemies, and he doubted he would ever know.

“Okay, but it’s the 1920s America,” Remus was already in her office arguing when Janus arrived. “There were so many gangsters! I could be a gangster. I would make a fantastic gangster! Just give me a gun, a snazzy suit with a white hat, and a buttload of alcohol. I will be running Chicago with Al Capone in five minutes.”

“Al Capone didn’t become a crime boss until 1925 and you are going to 1923,” Rhi said, sounding bored, “you aren’t going to Chicago, and as I have already stated, your cover is already decided.”

“But-”

“It is nonnegotiable, Agent Clockson,” she said firmly. Remus pouted, but seemingly accepted his fate.

“May I come in?” Janus asked.

“Please do,” Rhi said. “You have been to the 1920s before, correct?” she asked Janus.

“Yes ma’am.”

She tapped the screen on her desk in response. “In the last two years?”

“About two months ago,” he responded. She tapped something else.

“Any blacks, reds, or yellows?” she asked.

“All green.”

“Great. Do you need a refresher course on basic cultural or linguistic procedures?”

“No.”

She pushed one more thing and then swiped the check-in document over to him. He glanced at the report stating he’d had no incidents of any level the last time he visited the 1920s and had opted out of the optional refresher course, and then pressed his finger against the screen to sign it with his fingerprint.

The document returned to her side of the desk automatically. “Okay,” she said swiping another document from her left over to be in front of her. She twisted her wrist to copy it and slid copies to Janus and Remus. “Here are exact details on the time, place, and event you are going to, as well as details about your cover.” Janus scrolled through his quickly. It wasn’t as detailed as some he’d had considering this was a brief in-and-out mission, but he still took care to memorize everything on the page.

As he and Remus read through their things, Rhi got to her feet and turned to the storage compartments behind her desk.

She grabbed out two packages and when they’d both signed that they’d read and understood the paperwork, she slid them across the desk to them. “These have everything you need,” she said. “Clothes, money, and an invitation to the party you’re off to attend. You are to get changed now, have a last check in with costuming to make sure everything is in order, and then report to decontamination in 23 minutes. You’re set to leave in 38 minutes. Any questions?”

“How much-?” Remus started.

“None, agent,” Rhi said.

“But-”

“No alcohol,” Rhi said. “It is the prohibition era in the United States anyway.”

“Like there’s not going to be alcohol at the rich people party,” Remus said sullenly.

She pressed her lips together. “It is an in-and-out mission,” she said to both of them, and then turned to glare at Remus. “Do not get arrested.”

“I don’t know,” Remus said joyfully. “I think I still have room for a 1920s mug shot on my wall.”

“Behave,” she said, “or I’ll report you for the cat you smuggled in from the 1800s.”

“You’d never,” Remus said. “You enjoy the cute pictures of Diesel Fuel I send you every day too much, and you know it!”

“Just… don’t get arrested.” She turned to Janus. “Don’t let him get arrested.”

“I’ll do my best,” Janus promised, standing. “Now come on, Remus, we need to get changed.”

“You just want to see me naked,” Remus replied with a wink, but he did stand.

“If I see you naked one more time in my life Remus, my eyeballs will fall out of their sockets,” Janus said, waving to Rhi as he pulled Remus out of the door.

“Kinky.”

Janus’s eyeballs almost did fall out right then and there with how hard he rolled them.

They got changed quickly, Remus complaining and saying if he couldn’t dress like a gangster, he should at least be allowed to wear a flapper dress. Janus had long ago learned to ignore his ramblings. He did seem enthused about the included mask for the masquerade. It was a silver fox shaped mask with green accents that reminded Janus of the Egyptian God Anubis.

Janus’s own mask, on the other hand, was only designed to take up the left half of his face. It was mostly golden with a black swirled design. Attached to the side, there was a plume of golden tipped white feathers. He had to give it to the costuming department, they did have good taste.

Once they were both dressed, they were poked and prodded by one of the costumers to make sure everything was accurate, fit right, and had been put on correctly.

After that, they went to the decontamination area to have themselves and everything they were taking with them sterilized so they didn’t accidently take any pathogens to the 1920s. They also received an oral vaccination to be sure they didn’t pick up anything from the 1920s and bring it back.

Then they were ready to go. The correct time-space coordinates had already been sent to their timepieces. With a push of a button, they were off.

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lydiaglassman · 3 years ago

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A Zoom Love Story

James McConnell is a powerful, well known attorney in the Greater Boston area who doesn't have time for nonsense. Well, he doesn't have time for anything, for that matter. He constantly takes on new cases and meets with new clients all the time. To him, time is money so wasted time is lost money. He's known for staying late at work, since his number one priority is making money.

The pandemic certainly made a mess of things for James. When the world shutdown in March, James was most worried about how it could affect his career and future. But very quickly, he learned that loneliness was a bigger problem than that. Although, he could never consider himself to be a lonely person. With so many clients and well respected colleagues, how could one be lonely? And besides, his assistant Emily is always there for him.

Emily is a young intern from Cornell with aspirations of becoming the best attorney in Boston. While James thinks it's a nice goal to have, he finds it unrealistic and quite naïve. She also considers herself a free spirit, which is one thing that James never understood.

James is a firm believer in routine and sticking to the plan, while Emily likes to "go with the flow" and play things by ear. While James has never understood Emily, he has almost come to appreciate her free, open nature. Much like every other day, James is at his penthouse and is working from home. Although he misses working with his clients and colleagues daily, he has enjoyed being able to get away with wearing sweatpants to work.

Every day, Emily sends him a schedule consisting of calls and meetings to attend, whatever needs to be completed, et cetera. In these weird times, it is so easy for the days to blend together. To be honest, James is glad to have Emily. Having her as an assistant while the whole world is turned upside down makes him feel more balanced.

Today was like any other day. He had gone through most of his itinerary and was nearly done for the day. His final meeting was a bit later in the evening, with another firm he doesn't necessarily care for. Thinking nothing of it, he clicked the link a minute before, as he always does. He doesn't like to be the first or last person on a call (much like most people). But when he joined the call, he was surprised to see that the firm was not there. But someone else was.

As James entered the meeting room on Zoom, he realized that he had made a mistake. Whoever these people on the call are, they certainly aren't the other law firm. Quickly, he exited the call.

He took a quick sigh in relief, since it was quite awkward. He reopened his email and looked at the link for the call. Suspecting he clicked the wrong link, he clicked on it again and accidentally re-entered the same call. Realizing his mistakes, he quickly grabbed his mouse and was going to click out of the call until a woman's voice stopped him.

"Hi there! Are you a new member to the group, James?" A woman asked, her video highlighting as she addressed him. He quickly unmuted himself, feeling like a fool for not exiting in time.

"Sorry, I was supposed to be joining a call with a law firm I worked with, but I somehow made it on this call." James apologized, feeling bad for interrupting another call.

"No need to apologize, welcome to our group! My name is Annie, I own a small candle shop in Rockland, Maine and on Tuesday nights, we have a candle making and wine night!" She explained, full of excitement.

"That's nice. Well, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I should probably go..." he apologized, getting ready to leave the call again.

"Wait! I know you didn't sign up ahead of time, but why don't you stay on with us?" She asked and he paused for a moment. Did she even hear herself? She wants him to join a candle making and wine night!

Before he could even answer, he laughed out loud at the mere thought of himself doing that. It's only 7pm on a Tuesday and the workday is still not over! One more call with another firm where he'll be charging them for his services— tons of money!

"You see, I manage a law firm in Boston. I don't make candles!" He chortled, and Annie just smiled sweetly at him.

"Wow, that's fascinating! And it's okay, I made my first candle only three years ago and now I own a small business! I'm sure you're busy, candle making is very stress relieving!" Annie explained, making James laugh again. "Why don't you join us?"

"I would, but I have to meet with the other firm." He retorted, crossing his arms as he chuckled at her question.

"Our meetings are about an hour long every Tuesday. If your meeting ends early, you're more than welcome to join us! Or even better, join us next week! It's nice to take time in your life to try something new and take time for yourself." She offered and he chuckled again, still not understanding why she wanted him to make candles with them.

His colleagues would understand his confusion. James is known as the colleague who is a sharp shooter that is always on the clock. He doesn't make time for friends and family, work is his first and only priority.

"Thank you." He said. As he was about to laugh the idea off, he paused and had a slight change in heart. Something about her warm, calming, and welcoming demeanor made it seem like candle-making would be a good idea. Although he could never imagine himself agreeing to something like this, he paused and thought on it. "I'll have to check with my assistant. I'm a busy man, you know. I tend to book out a few weeks in advance." He continued, sounding sneer.

"I understand, it was very nice to meet you, James! I hope to see you next week, good luck on your call!" She waved and he exited the call. Realizing that he was already seven minutes late, he called his assistant.

"Emily!" He called, exactly as she answered the line.

"James, is everything alright?"

"I'm late to the meeting with the firm. The link in the email is wrong, do have it?" He asked and she immediately realized that she had made a huge mistake.

"Oh I am so sorry! I'll email you the link right now." She apologized, opening her email as fast as she could.

"Just send it over as fast as you can. Talk soon." He said, hanging up on her before she could answer. He put the phone down with a harsh thud and massaged his temple and sighed. Moments later, the correct email appeared in his inbox. He straightened out his button up shirt and swiped a stray hair to the side. He joined his call, almost regretting that he turned Annie down.

#zoom #zoommeeting #love #love story #candles #lawyer #microstory #fiction #flash fiction #story #writing #tumblr #writers on tumblr #female writers

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Hi! I wanted to drop by and puke some words to your ask box. I’ve read TYB more times than I care to admit and just so you know, I will be filing a lawsuit against you if I fail any of my classes so be prepared for that. Firstly, your writing style is amazing. The story is very easy to follow even though English is not my first language. You write like you have a story to tell and it’s more important to get the story out than use the hardest words you could find to describe the simplest of (1/?)

I...

I actually don't even know where to start when answering this. You've taken so much time out of your day to leave this feedback and honestly I feel like my heart had grown 6000 sizes bigger. There are so many points id love to address here starting with my writing style.

That means the world to me. I've grown up writing all different things but I suffer majorly from dyslexia as I've mentioned and it always pulled me away from writing because in writing groups and even texting with friends going up I always got bullied because I struggled with simple things but it though me so much and the main thing it tought me was to keep things simple. Say what you need to say but don't over describe. If I struggle that means other people do as well so I always wanted to make my work accessible. I want you to know the story and the emotions. That was always the emportant part. You don't always need to know the colour of her bedsheets and the woe'd memories of her kitchen counter. Sometimes I read stories that are so overly detailed with words you have to Google to understand that I struggle to keep up and even though I have no doubt its an ancredible written story I just can't continue to read it. Knowing you find my work so easy to read and still so interesting is something that touches a part of my heart I don't think you'll ever understand ❤

The way you've broken down the characters is exactly how I wanted them portrayed. Jk is extremely delulu. He's always started that he believes OC is in love with him and its almost as if he believes she's training him from afar to be her perfect man.

She has so many flaws. A lot of them you haven't even seen yet. She's going to make mistakes and do bad things that might make you dislike her but you'll also learn who she is and why she acts the way she does. I hope to bring depth and emotion to my characters in way that, even though you may not agree with there choices you understand what was going through there head at the time.

Seeing that there are people like you. This includes those who check up on me from time to time (they know who they are) has really made me facing a fear (posting fics even with the fear of the judgement to my skills and grammar) worth every second. It means more to me than I think any of you will ever understand and I can't believe I'm getting this emotional but honestly I'm moved and warmed by this ask I don't know how to explain it.

Just thank you, thank you so much youre such a delight it means the world to me. Never feel like your messing up my inbox because its people like you that make writers feel like what they're doing it worth it ❤❤💗💗

#anon #thank you baby #my heart exploded

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thespooniewrites · 6 years ago

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This is where the ‘write’ part of your writeblr really happens. Personally, I find this stuff scary. I think I waited three months before letting anyone see my writing, but when I did it was met with love. Be scared, but don’t let it stop you. Writeblr is a really welcoming community for the most part. If you want heavy interaction on any of the things listed below, you have to use your writeblr tags, and ideally you’ll have already had people interacting with some of the stuff you posted as suggested in the list of easy & slightly harder things.

Post snippets of your canon writing

Maybe you’ve just written three lines of dialogue that you find hilarious, or you wrote a few paragraphs you’re proud of. You’ve been talking about your writing, people have been getting to know your characters and little blips of the plot and worldbuilding, but maybe they haven’t actually gotten to see your writing yet! Post some of it. [example of a canon excerpt by @elliewritesstories here]

Post any of your writing at all, really

Got a little drabble? Slap it on up there. It doesn’t have to be a scene in the story, it doesn’t even have to be canon-compliant (but please let people know it’s not canon-compliant when you post it), just POST! YOUR! WRITING! I’ve seen a lot of people write AUs and post those [ @lux-scriptum has many AUs if you wanna go check those out]. These tend to get attention because they can be posted in full, instead of teasing little excerpts and snippets that usually get posted from canon work since the writer understandably wants to keep spoilers and stuff secret. Same as canon-noncompliant drabbles, let people KNOW that your AUs are AUs or else they might mistake it for canon. Don’t force yourself to write an AU just for interaction, though.

Make a WIP powerpoint

This was apparently started as a meme but it quickly evolved into a way that I think people really like getting acquainted with a WIP. It’s a bit like your WIP intro post in that people can reblog & interact, but has more detail, as well as images & colours which are more likely to attract a wider audience. WIP powerpoints tend to include a title page, a page about the setting, about the plot, fun worldbuilding facts, and characters. Some of them will have little “random facts” thing at the end, for any of those little bits that the author wants you to know but they couldn’t find space for in the other categories. Keep in mind when making your WIP powerpoint, the tumblr photo limit for photosets is ten, so fit it all into ten pages. You can really have fun and be silly with this, people don’t take it too seriously. Also, most people just use MS paint, I don’t know of many people out there really making their slides on powerpoint. [example of a WIP powerpoint by @raiswanson here, and another example of my own here, the title of the wip and several character names are different now but I still had a lot of fun making it]

Talk to writers

Hit up their inbox, send them a message about how you really liked that excerpt they posted, ask a question about their characters or how they came up with the idea for their story or whatever it is that you’re interested in knowing. I know it’s scary, we’re basically all socially anxious introverts here, but you have the potential to make really good friends this way. Not everyone will be down to talk, not every conversation will be big and exciting, not every big conversation will be followed up another, but there’s a chance some of your best writeblr buddies will be met this way. (Though, I’ll happily confess to always interacting publicly in ask games and responses to posts first, so I’m not a totally strange face appearing in their inbox)

Make advice posts about things you genuinely know about

Whatever it is you know well, post about it. Do you work with wolves? Do you study poisonous plants? Do you know a lot about the medical field and see a lot of writers making mistakes? Post about it. These make the rounds. I made a post about writing characters with disabilities in a moment of spite & anger expecting nothing but a couple likes, and it ended up being one of my biggest posts. I still see spikes in my follower count every time it gets a new burst of reblogs, and it’s been a while since I posted it.

Build a tag list

A tag list is a list that a writeblr compiles of URLs that have asked to be tagged in posts about the writeblr’s WIP(s). These posts include things like excerpts, aesthetic boards & art, writing updates (ex. If you rename your story or are ready for beta readers), and whatever the writer feels those on the list would appreciate. Sometimes when you start putting your writing up, people will ask to be added to your tag list without prompting. Of course, this won’t always be the case. There’s no shame in asking if people want alerts. It can be simple as:

I want to compile a proper tag list for (WIP NAME, ideally with a link to your wip page) so if you want to be tagged please interact with this post and I’ll tag you in future updates! Likes, reblogs, and comments will be counted as interaction and you’ll be added to the list.

Don’t get discouraged if nobody responds. This could be nothing more than a day that a lot of people are off tumblr and don’t see it. Try again another day (maybe at a different time of day).

Accept that it takes time

Oh yes, this is one of the hardest things to do. Building a solid following and getting a lot of interaction takes time. It takes time and effort and good connections and all this random stuff that’s basically out of your control, and I do believe a lot of it comes down to luck. It’s all luck that someone stumbles upon your blog, luck that someone notices you’re a regular in their notes, luck that a big writeblr reblogs your moodboard. Of course you can sort of nudge this luck with good post timing (queued and scheduled posts are your friend), with using your proper tags, and by being consistent in your interactions with other writeblrs, but ultimately it comes down to luck and timing and probably magic or something. I know it sucks, but you have to accept it or you’re going to take every single instance of low interaction as a personal failure instead of what it really was - luck simply not being on your side that time.

Just keep trying. You’ll get there, friend.

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Part one: The Launching point

Part two: The Easy Things

Part three: The Slightly Harder Stuff

obligatory disclaimer: These are only suggestions for boosting writeblr interaction. Never post anything you’re uncomfortable posting. The levels of difficulty are subjective, based on what I found emotionally challenging.

#new writeblr #new writers on tumblr #new writing blog #long post

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smoochcal · 6 years ago

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numb without you (part four)

a/n: I am trying to update this series as often as I can and luckily his week my work load has not been that much but please understand if I don’t update this series every day it is purely because I am busy with school and other things not because I did not want to update. that being said, thank you so much for your constant love and support. I might change my update schedule to be that I start writing the next part when the previous part gets 25 notes because as of right now part three has 14 notes and I am sure we can get that to 25 easily if everyone who reads this sends the link to their friends or reblogs :) please please please inbox me your feedback because I would love to hear from you guys on how you like (or don’t like) my writing style and how often I update etc. once I figure out how to make a tag list I can definitely tag any of my active readers if possible. I am still quite new to posting original content on tumblr so I will also try to get a masterlist link up soon and post the previous part in the beginning of this series. thank you for your continuous support of this series and my writing and if you want to have me write something different about any of the other 5sos boys just inbox me and I will try to write a blurb based off what info you give me :) happy reading!

pairing: readerxluke

word count: 1.7 k

summary: you go to your first doctor’s appointment to get more information on what is happening, and some surprise visitors join you

playlist: numb without you by the maine, high hopes by panic! at the disco

rating: PG-13

warnings: swearing, doctor’s visit, soft soft soft

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Y/N’s POV:

Just another Monday morning, that’s all today is. Yeah you aren’t going to work, but that should be something you celebrate not sulk over. You just know that today will definitely confirm what you have suspected. You will for sure be told by your doctor that you are pregnant today in the matter of a few hours, actually. Calum said he would go with you. He’s been calling every day to check up on you. You don’t necessarily mind him checking up on you, it is just kind of weird considering you two have never really been that close. This is something Luke should be doing. You hate to compare them, but that is all you can think about right now.

Luke hasn’t talked to you since Thursday night when he found out exactly what is going on between you and Calum. You hate that you left things the way you did but you can’t really change that considering he hasn’t answered your calls or texts or multiple FaceTimes. You suppose you could go and see him at his place, but you don’t know his schedule and you hate showing up to places unannounced and uninvited. You do miss him though. More than anything. I mean the two of you are best friends. You can’t even remember the last time you and Luke had gone this long without talking to one another. And you are pretty sure that is what hurts the most. The fact that in any other circumstance he would be the one by your side through all of this. The doctor appointments, the morning sickness, the midday naps, all of it.

You shake the thought from your mind and look in your closet to find something to wear. Calum said he would meet you at the OBGYN’s office ten minutes before the scheduled appointment. That gives you twenty minutes before you have to leave your apartment. You don’t even bother to put on makeup, and you dress yourself in a pair of leggings and a flowy shirt. You aren’t showing yet, but you want to be careful just in case. Not like anyone at this kind of a doctor’s office would care if you were showing. You mainly dressed this way to give yourself some peace of mind. You brush your teeth quickly and put on a pair of tennis shoes before grabbing your car keys and heading over to meet Calum at the appointment.

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Calum’s POV:

I can’t believe him. Actually, no I can. Of course, Luke would do something like this. I know that he is her best friend or whatever, but he doesn’t get to swoop in and save the day at this doctor’s appointment. Especially not after he has spent the past four days ignoring Y/N. She doesn’t deserve that. She doesn’t deserve any of this. I was so stupid. A stupid mistake that is now going to effectively ruin both of our lives. It doesn’t matter that I’ve always had a soft spot for kids. Or that I have always had a small crush on Y/N. We aren’t going to ponder that last bit.

Anyway, here I am about to get in the car and meet Y/N at the doctor when Hemmings shows up at my doorstep waiting for me to leave my house. He gave me a whole speech on how he needs to be there for her just as much as I need to be there for the baby. Which I personally think is a load of bullshit, but he literally stood in front of my car and didn’t let me go anywhere until I let him come with me. He hasn’t returned her calls or messages, but sure he’s allowed to show up unannounced and uninvited to the first doctor’s appointment. Sure, she’s going to forgive him right on the spot like he hasn’t been a complete ass to her these past couple days when she needed him most.

He keeps flipping between the various radio stations just to add to how obnoxious he is being. I know he is supposed to be a good friend of mine and all, but I really cannot stand him this morning. He is singing along to High Hopes by Panic! at the Disco as it was on the station Luke finally landed on during his channel surfing. I’m driving fairly quick trying to get to the appointment exactly ten minutes before it starts like I told Y/N I would. I would have been perfectly on time without driving like a maniac if it wasn’t for mister save the day now sitting in my passenger seat. I wish I wasn’t so angry at him, but I honestly have every reason to be.

Finally, I pull into a parking spot and am walking up the steps of the hospital where I am supposed to meet Y/N with Luke following close behind me.

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Y/N’s POV:

You can’t believe your eyes. Calum met me at the hospital just like he promised, but what he failed to mention is that the person of the hour, Luke, would be joining us. In any other circumstance you would be elated to see Luke here, but not today. Not here, not now. You were nervous enough to see your doctor today and discuss your pregnancy but adding the stress of your situation with Luke was not helping anything.

The three of you sit awkwardly in the waiting room, waiting for one of the nurses to call you back. You know both Luke and Calum could tell that you were nervous, but neither of them wanted to help out apparently. You took a couple deep breaths and sat impatiently waiting for your name to be called. The time was crawling by and you really had to pee. You told Calum you were going to be back in a bit and left to use the bathroom. You didn’t tell Luke because you were still mad at him plus, he could probably figure it out if he used his head.

You were back in less than five minutes and right before you sat back down the nurse called you back. You quickly made your way to the door with Calum and Luke close behind you. You sat on the end of the examination table as you told the nurse your age, when you last had your period, and a bunch of other routine stuff. Once that was all documented, she left you three alone and told you that your doctor would be in soon.

“Well this is super awkward,” Luke said breaking the silence of almost three minutes.

“Wouldn’t be so awkward if you didn’t insist on tagging along,” Calum rebutted, his snarky tone obviously getting under Luke’s skin.

“Would you two quit already? Yeah, it’s awkward but you two aren’t helping how I feel in this situation at all. Now either shut up or quit being mean to one another because whether you like it or not you are both here together to support me and this baby even if a certain SOMEONE did not apologize for the way he lashed out at me last week,” you respond, clearly upset with the both of them.

As soon as you end your little speech and Luke starts to open his mouth the doctor knocks on the door and enters the room. She goes over your chart and asks if you have started experiencing any morning sickness which luckily you have not. She asks a couple other questions before she has you go into the bathroom to get a urine sample. She already thinks you are pregnant, but she wants the lab results to confirm this.

Once you give the lab technician your sample, she runs it through the system. By the time you get back to the examination room the results are in. The doctor announces that your test results confirm your pregnancy and asks you to lay down on the exam table and lift up your shirt for your first ultrasound. You are nervous but Calum sits next to you and squeezes your hand. Luke stands at the other end of the room so he could still see the monitor but also, so he is not in the way of anything.

The gel is cool on your stomach which was to be expected but it still caused a couple goosebumps to form along your arms. Usually an ultrasound isn’t routine for your first visit, but you were expected to be far enough along that you could have one done right away. The doctor slowly moved the wand over the gel on your abdomen and watched the monitor to see what you guys were working with. Finally, after what seems like an hour of searching a little image shows up on the monitor. What looks like nothing more than a dark grey blob will soon be a tiny baby in your arms.

The doctor announces that your baby is that blob on the screen and immediately you feel your eyes leak out a couple of salty tears. You were never one to be overly emotional, but you couldn’t help it. That is your baby on the screen. Yours and Calum’s baby. Calum squeezes your hand a little tighter and Luke smiles as all of your eyes are glued to the screen in front of you. The doctor asks if any of you want pictures from the ultrasound to take home with you even though you can’t see much. The three of you nod your heads almost simultaneously which makes her smile and she grabs them for you and tells you about the prenatal supplements you should start taking along with explaining what you should expect from now until the next time you are in her office.

On your way home from the office, Luke asks if he can ride with you. You are about to say you don’t think that is the best idea when Calum gives you a Luke that basically tells you to hear him out. You sigh but decide to listen to Calum’s advice assuming that it would probably be easier on Calum anyway to have some alone time without Luke for once. You walk to your car with Luke trailing behind you as you tell Calum you will meet him back at your apartment. You open your car door and sit down before Luke sighs and starts his lengthy apology.

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dangerous-devil-woman-blog · 5 years ago

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The End.

Summary: Two brothers. One fallen angel. A dead Nephilim And more than over a thousand unwanted guests appear and rise back from the dead and some even far beyond that.

Almost fifth-teen years of hard work, loss and so much dedication of saving people and hunting things, the Winchester brothers, with the help of Castiel, are faced with trying to help and survive the outbreak of gods supernatural army in his last chapter to end the story of their life’s.

Welcome to the end.

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Warnings: All the chapters posted will have the appropriate warnings labeled at the top like such and they will very so please check the warnings if you do intend to read my story.

Word Count: My goal is around 5,000 for each chapter, some may have more and some may have less.

Note From Hell: Chapters will get posted to my main blog @dangerous-devil-woman and will then get transported…or reblogged to my hells library @dangerous-devil-womans-library

You will also find some works of others that I enjoy on that page as well.

Any mistakes are mine so I do apologize for that, English can be a hard language most times when your fingers work faster than your brain... lol

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Heres a small little bit of the story under the cut bellow to maybe interest you some more yeah?!

The sirens. I could hear them. They started off slow and in the distance but they gradually got closer and louder. And faster. It was too foggy to even see any lights coming down the road. But That’s when I realized it wasn’t even that kind of emergency.

I could feel the ground start to shake beneath my feet making me lose my balance and I stumbled backwards on my butt as the ground opened up in front of me.

My heart was pounding in my ears frantically. A drumbeat That never ever seemed to slow down or even try to steady its pace, instead it got even louder as I watched black clouds rise from the ground. Panic set in then. I crawled backwards until I heard footsteps running towards me.

“Come on get up! We gotta move now!” My brother shouted and then helped me up to my feet. both of us stumbling as I did while the ground shook even more. “Come on!” He screamed in terror as he pulled me with him.

“Where’s mom and dad?!” I asked as we ran for our life’s down the road. The tears threatened to fall from my eyes but I kept them at bay. I knew that this day would come. But not like this. Not this way.

“They are safe! I tried calling you but the signal was fucking up. Earthquake hit at the office and that’s when I knew I had to get to you. We gotta get down in the sewers. We will be safe there!” My brother shouts over the sirens as we finally reach a manhole to the sewers.

“Help me lift this!” My brother said grunting and trying to lift the cover up. I bend down and help him with all my weight and lift it just enough that he jumps down and makes sure it’s safe. “All clear!” He shouts.

I nod and climb down the latter but on the very last step down I look around me, remembering everything for the next time I see the surface the world will be a different place and most likely fewer people. This was indeed the end.

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Dean’s Pov

The graveyard was full of zombies. This would be totally freaking awesome right now but given the situation I was in. Not so much awesome more or less terrifying.

I’ve seen lots of things in my days as a hunter. Damn well knew how to kill almost every evil son of a bitch out there too and not once did it really scare me. but right here in this very moment, I was utterly and truly terrified. not just for my own life but for my brothers and my best friend. And all the others out there. All those people.

I was hurt. Angry. Confused even. The fact that god has been the true monster this whole time. He was the puppet master and we were part of his sick game for his own pleasure. Who even was I? Was I truly a Winchester or just some kid seeking to help the world but really destroying it? I wanted answers but I wouldn’t get those yet. I might never.

Finally they started charging at us. Probably about a damn dozen of them at once. There was no way out of this. Only fight or die trying and I wasn’t gonna go out screaming like a baby. If I was going out then I was going out swinging.

One after another. Chopping and stabbing my way through with my brother and Cas at my side. The car was the objective. Grab jack, get to the car and lock the damn doors so nobody can get in and then take off to the bunker and go from there. Easier Said than actually done.

“We have to get to the car!” I shouted over the sounds of screams and growls and body’s hitting the ground like flies. “But we have to get jack first! We can’t leave him here.”

“And then what?” Cas asked as he stopped to look at me for a mere second before stabbing another zombie with is angel blade.

“Grab jack. Get to the car and then we will head to the bunker and go from there.” I said trying to keep my cool. Jacks death was killing us all. But the fact that I was the one supposed to kill him in god's little game made me sick to my stomach. He was just kid. I’d never forget what he had done to my mother but I was willing to forgive him.

“Alright. I’ll go grab jack. I just need an opening.” Sam said throwing another zombie off of him. These things were everywhere.

I looked around for a quick second. Scooping out the land and looking for a way that Sam could get through. I then noticed an opening straight to jack and that would give a clear opening for the car too but it would need some tweaking to get the dead away.

I turned to Sam the same time he turned to me “Don’t die.” Me and Sam said at the same time as we looked at each other with a nod.

I slit my arm with the sharp end of the iron rod I’ve been using, just enough so the blood could pour slowly, hot and ready out of my arm then I threw the rod to the ground and with anger I shouted “Come on you walking dead freaks!” at them as I started to run backwards and they came for me and Sam made a run for it.

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Sam’s Pov

“Don’t die.” Me and dean said at the same time as we looked at each other with a nod. I had to get to jack and we needed to get the hell out of here. But I didn’t need to lose anymore people. But I knew the three of us together we would get through this right now.

Dean cut his arm and the zombies fell for it and then I ran across the graveyard as fast as my legs would take me to jack. The poor kid. I did almost everything I could for him but yet I still felt like I didn’t. I picked him up carefully and turned back around to see Cas fighting most of them off while Dean started running for the car. This was our chance it was now or never.

“Cas come on let’s move!” I shouted out at him as I ran to the car with jack in my arms and laid him down in the back seat and crawled in just before I could get attacked by one of the zombies.

I shivered and then watched Cas start running towards us, jumping over body’s and dodging attacks. finally he hopped right over the hood of the impala and got in the passenger seat. Bloody but still alive.

“Go! Go! Go!” I screamed at Dean as all the zombies started running at the car. A few even banging on the car windows now.

Dean hit the gas without hesitation. spinning the tires, and creating smoke as he ran over one of the zombies. We had to get away. Out of graveyards range.

Finally about two minutes after we had got away from the graveyard and then we all let out a sigh of relief. We were on the road again and safe. For now at least. The bunker was definitely the next stop. But what comes after, I’m not sure that I really want to find out.

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stunudo · 6 years ago

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BAU Prep School AU: Class of 18

Welcome to the Frederick Buchanan Institute located in scenic Quantico, Virginia, a senior high academy that shapes the best and brightest minds. Its motto is “Behavior, Analysis, Unity,” the mascot the Submariners, colloquially “the Unsubs”. The small school supports the most accomplished faculty from across the country. (image link) 2016-2017 school year Class of 18

Okay, my lovely Submariners, it has been far too long and I apologize for that. About half of my usual audience has vacated Tumblr with all the excitement, but I hope some of you are still out there and still interested. A very special shout out to Nicole @dontshootmespence for writing the clues for the hunt, she is far more clever than I.

The Scavenger Hunt

Friday March 23, 2018 7:10am

The silence in the usually bustling space sent Headmaster Aaron Hotchner into a suspicious scowl. His leer lingered on the un-womaned front desk of the main office. No Ashley. There had never been no Ashley before. Hotch thought she would rather infect the entire school with germs than miss a day of the gossip and constant paperwork. She hated to fall behind in the daily attendance logs and phone calls. He checked his watch with his briefcase still firmly in his right hand before heading into his office to check his email.

Just as a sigh of relief left his lips, Penelope stormed in, rolling up the sleeves of her violet cardigan.

“Just heard about Ashley’s cat. Poor baby. Where do you need me first?”

“Let’s get through morning announcements and then we can decipher Ashley’s very detailed list of instructions for the remainder of the day.”

Two hours later

Penelope had sorted through announcements and daily communications, once the first period’s attendance was logged, she cross-checked it with any approved absences. She swore there had to be a more efficient way to do it. Somethings just took longer than she had patience for and technology had seriously evolved in the past fifty years. Hotch began organizing the mail and other fliers left in the office’s inbox when a square unmarked envelope caught his eye. Thinking it was a simple greeting card, he opened it to get it sent along to its intended destination. What he found instead was a simple handwritten not in capital letters:

HERE YOU FIND A MILLION WORDS, BUT YOU MUST READ THEM FOR THEY CAN’T BE HEARD.

“Garcia? Is this something I should be concerned with?” Hotch’s eyebrows raised in confusion while Penelope flitted over to read the card.

“Probably not, but can we?” Penelope clenched the paper in her bejeweled hands. “Sir, please? I mean, it will only take a second to find the next clue.”

“Clue to what?”

“Precisely! To what!” Penelope beamed with curiosity. Hotch rolled his eyes and shook his head as a conspiratorial smirk crept across his face.

“Alright, let’s go see if Ms. Donovan has found any peculiar envelopes today.”

The Delaney Owens Memorial Library, 9:37am

Dr. Spencer Reid had plans to start his weekend with a good book, which is how he found himself roaming the stacks of the cavernous library with little inkling to what would catch his fancy that crisp Spring morning. The use of his prep period for such a personal use would be suspicious if it was the Regents Board monitoring the staff like prisoners, but luckily for Spencer, his silent companion wouldn’t breathe a word outside of the sacred space. He hadn’t had many interactions with the secretive librarian since he took the science position, but mostly that was because she was exceptionally shy.

Their communication tended to be mostly non-verbal, which added to her general mystery and librarian clout. As Spencer lingered in the Poetry section, something out of place jutted out between two well-worn volumes. He reached out to grab the white envelope as the heavy doors opened ominously. He instinctively slipped it into the back pocket of his dress pants, like a thief prior to discovery and spun to see who had entered. Their telltale voices floated through the vast quiet and Spencer chuckled beneath his breath.

“Hey, Hotch, Penelope, what’s up?” Spencer approached, hands in his pockets and slightly concerned.

“A plot is afoot, Boy Wonder!” Penelope was instantly shushed by the Headmaster and the Librarian behind the low counter. She waved them off, thrusting the card from the Main Office to her fellow genius. Spencer’s brow pinched as he read the riddle.

“Well, let’s just see the next destination for the hunt, shall we?” Spencer whisked his matching clue in flourish from behind his back.

“Reid?”

“I didn’t plant the notes. I just found this in poetry when you came in.”

“Very suspicious, if you ask me,” Penelope squared her shoulders and held her hands on her hips.

“He’s not lying, Garcia.” Hotch said flatly.

“He’s not?! But that was too easy.”

“Right place, right time.” Spencer shrugged before reading the next note for the waiting ears, “Sit down and eat and don't be rude, if you're mean you get no food.”

Cafeteria, 10:58am

Jackson Curtis had perfected balancing his lunch tray on the seat of his walker-scooter, something he had switched to from his arm-crutches in early October. Like most days he made sound effects as he walked, keeping people out of his way while entertaining himself. Rita Cruz giggled as he made a hydraulic hiss and a Tardis-reminiscent whooshing before settling across from her at the end of the nearly empty table. Fourth period lunch was the least populated because a lot of the upperclassmen knew to schedule their classes, ensuring they didn’t eat so early in the school day. The two freshmen were aware of others’ preferences, yet they liked the quieter atmosphere for their own extremely different reasons.

“Have you noticed the teachers today?” She asked as she watched Ms. Blake and Coach Jareau bending over and checking beneath the tables and benches.

“Think it’s a mysterious package they’re looking for?” Jax wiggled his eyebrows, earning a wad of bread crust tossed at him.

“Not funny, but no, we’d be evacuated, and somebody’s parents would be up in arms and all sorts of crap would happen if there was a threat. But, seriously, what is their deal?”

“I think you mean everybody’s parents would be throwing a fit.”

“Pretty much.”

A short screech rang out across the cafeteria as the Drama teacher flagged down her fellow faculty, Coach Jareau jogged down the center aisle as Ms. Blake ripped open a small white card, Rita could see her lips working over the words without hearing her over the surrounding ruckus. The soccer coach pulled her phone from her pocket and snapped a picture of its contents, leaving their audience in the dark.

Teacher Lounge 11:40am

Emily kept checking her watch and Chef Rossi noticed, not making a comment, but not keeping the Italian snark from his face either. JJ and she had lunch together everyday and today, of all days, JJ was late, and Emily was increasingly anxious the later she got. Did she have the wrong place? Had she remembered wrong? Was this whole thing a mistake, was this note she found in theatre not meant for her? What the hell was going on?

Stabbing into her chicken cutlet was the last straw, Dave cleared his throat. “You know, Emily, there are these fancy new gadgets called cell phones. You could call your girlfriend and ask where she is?”

If looks could kill, Alex Blake would have just qualified for a hefty inheritance. Without a word, Emily pulled out her phone and dialed JJ all the while keeping Dave locked in a staring match.

“Jayge?”

Dave didn’t get to find out what was going on, but by the quirk of her lips Emily told him it wasn’t serious. She single-handedly cleared her place and clipped out of the deserted dining room. Leaving the chef shaking his head as he sipped his cappuccino.

Just down the Hall, outside of the Cafeteria

Stephen Walker was holding up two plain index cards beside Penelope who held up another, while Dr. Reid articulated with his hands to a rapt Hotch, JJ and Tara. Emily slid into the semi-circle as the cards became legible.

HERE YOU FIND A MILLION WORDS, BUT YOU MUST READ THEM FOR THEY CAN’T BE HEARD.

SIT DOWN AND EAT AND DON’T BE RUDE, IF YOU’RE MEAN YOU GET NO FOOD.

I MEASURE SUCCESS IN APPLAUSE AND YELLS, THIS IS A PLACE WHERE THE MUSIC SWELLS.

Silently, Emily unfolded the missing piece she had found during first hour. Adding it in sequence into Penelope’s left hand. Returning beside JJ she leaned in, “I thought you were being cute.”

JJ gave her a confused face as Tara read the new information aloud, “I don’t have the advantage of home field, but please don’t try to make me yield. There is nothing more I want than this, meet me in a place like our first kiss.’ That…is suddenly personal.”

“So that means this game is meant for a specific staff member,” Hotch added.

“Where did you find this?” Spencer leaned in, examining Emily’s clue for any other anomalies.

“My Shakespeare class are using the theatre to perform their favorite scenes from the plays we have covered so far. I found it in the front row first thing this morning.”

“The sequence is Office, Library, Cafeteria, then Theatre. But we can’t tell who it’s for after that,” Stephen’s deep voice surmised.

“Garcia?” Hotch had his brooding eyebrows on. “Is today a special date for you and Coach Morgan?”

“No, sir, our anniversary is in December and, he knows better than to do surprises during school hours.” Hotch smiled at her defense.

“Okay, so it’s not Emily and JJ, nor Derek and Penelope. Does this seem like something Grant would do?” Spencer looked to Hotch and the amused Dave who had found the conspirators before the turn of the hour.

“Interesting,” Tara added.

“Guys, I hate to break up the Scooby Gang, but Fifth Period is just about over.” Dave raised his hands, gently pushing the air to clear the hall. The faculty broke off in groups and pairs, speculation and gossip flowing freely.

Clear as a bell before she rounded the corner, Penelope squealed, “Ashley is going to be so mad she missed this!”

Gymnasium 2:16pm

Luke Alvez rounded the track in a measured pace, his last quarter mile slated for a cooldown before hitting the showers. He didn’t use his prep period for exercise often, but he had a lot of thoughts eating away at him and his best anecdote for a racing mind was an adrenaline tapped body. He relished in the barely Spring air, letting the cold hit his dark curls as he pulled off his hoodie. He nodded to Coach Morgan as the heavy outside door groaned closed behind him.

“Yo, Alvez, come here a sec,” the football coach called from the sidelines of an intense match of 3v3. Luke folded his damp sweatshirt over his forearm as he waited for Derek’s query. “Take this to Hotch? It’s probably a prank, but Zach Henkel found it during Running Club and I haven’t gotten a sec to drop it off yet.”

Luke’s eyes grew impossibly darker as he read the simple hint on the ordinary cardstock. “Uh, sure, no problem. I’ma go wash up first.”

“You better,” Derek grinned, earning a tongue in cheek smirk from the soccer player in return. When he got to the emptiness of the showers, Luke finally let the panic set in. This was a familiar game.

THE PLACE WHERE THE HEADMASTER GETS THINGS DONE, AMIDST PAPER AND PENCILS AND NOT MUCH FUN, AMONG DESKS AND DRAWERS AND TABLES AND CHAIRS, YOU WILL FIND YOUR NEXT CLUE THERE.

The card still taunted him as he strolled down the hallway, ducking around students during passing time. He was going to be late for his Latin class, but it was a Friday afternoon’s last class of the day; the kids wouldn’t even notice. He found Penelope talking to a picture frame, seated at Ashley’s desk.

“What’s up newbie?” Penelope asked waving a fuzzy pen in greeting, her face paled and eyes widened as he held up the clue. “Did you find another one?! Gimme, gimme, we need to finish this before the weekend, or I will not be able to sleep.”

“Uh, what are you talking about?”

“The clues? All of us have been searching the school since first hour. Keep up.” She snapped, wrenching the paper from his hand.

“Quite the run around, how come nobody said anything to me?” He was trying to be casual, luckily Penelope’s intuition was otherwise engaged.

“Ugh, it’s just a precursor! It doesn’t tell us WHO or WHEN or anything really.” She moaned in defeated.

“Look, I gotta get to class, but if you want a set of fresh eyes, I can take a look at the rest of them?” Luke smiled as Penelope slowly perked up.

“You HAVE to tell me the SECOND you figure it out, deal?” She threatened with a fiercely manicured index finger.

“Deal,” Luke chuckled, giving her his usual easy grin. “Hand ‘em over before I get marked tardy.”

She waved off his joke, “I’ll write you a pass, geez.”

Guidance Office, 3:47pm

Derek Morgan leaned his broad frame through Penelope’s door, peeking to see if she was still there. She was, fingers typing absently as she glanced over her shoulder at her second monitor, a grimace half way between annoyance and confusion met his low voice. “How’s my Baby Girl today?”

“Ugh, You’re not Luke!”

“No…. I’m not, is there something you want to tell me?” Derek asked with a faux serious face.

“Luke hadn’t seen all the clues, so I let him take them with him when he brought the last one.”

“So, it was a big game after all? I thought it was just a single prank, huh.” Derek sat on the edge of Penelope’s desk as she leaned back in her swirly chair in thought.

“It was a Scavenger Hunt, my dear sweet man, but you were too busy in your sweaty gym to notice. We, all of us, have been in a tizzy all day!”

“Right, well, can we go home now?”

“Not yet.”

“Penny Grace Garcia.”

“Soon! I swear!”

“It’s Friday!”

“Five more minutes?”

“Look, if Luke doesn’t show up with an answer in the next two, I’m driving home. You can walk.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Hey guys,” Tara sauntered in, her tailored suit accentuating her long legs. “Any news?”

“No, Luke has all the clues, but I haven’t heard or seen anything else.” Penelope pouted, fluffing the feathers at the end of her pen.

“Luke left.”

“What?! When?!” Penelope stood up, Derek soon followed. “He can’t! I need answers. We had a deal.”

Derek and Tara shared a look, but they let her go, fuming down the hallway and toward the parking lot. “Why is this so important?” Derek groaned under his breath.

Tara warned, “Don’t get between her and a mysterious romantic quest.”

He guffawed, “Oh shit, never mind, of course let’s waste our weekend storming off in circles.”

“I can hear you!” Penelope called back, not bothering to slow down, rounding a corner and almost knocking Spencer on his bony bottom. “Oh, sorry, have you seen Mr. Alvez?”

“Uh, no, but Grant said he had a few more hours of work. Maybe Luke’s with him?” Spencer straightened his tie and looked to Derek and Tara. “What’s going on?”

“We think Luke may have figured out the next clue,” the history teacher explained as Penelope started marching once more.

“He has the clues, I don’t know if he knows shit!” Penelope grumbled, either way, Spencer joined the pursuit. Once the ragtag group reached the side exit, they spotted Luke’s form across the soccer pitch heading away from the school and the parking lot. “Where does he think he’s going?”

“It looks like he’s headed to the football field,” Derek shrugged.

“Anybody know where their first kiss was? Maybe this was for Luke all along?” Tara pointed out.

“I thought it was our house?” Derek asked Penelope as she slipped out of her heels.

“Who knows, but we better catch up if we want to find out!” She stepped into the damp grass and recoiled. Though her curiosity won out, Penelope cursed muddy stockings the whole way there.

Fifty Yard Line

He didn’t know how long he would have to wait for Luke to find his clues, either way the nervous energy wasn’t dissipating anytime soon. He paced, jogged and tossed the ball in the air, anything to keep him from checking his watch. He still checked his watch. This was his element, the fresh air and the chalk lined field should be a comfort to him, but his better judgement screamed caution. An ominous groan escaped the latch of the gate at the far end of the field. His breathing increased as Luke slowly made his way towards him. The moment had finally arrived. Luke was tense, constantly checking over his shoulder while Phil was just happy, he had agreed to see him.

“That can’t be good,” Kate said like a curse, eyeing her coworkers from the back of Hotch’s car. She had a box of hand-me-down clothes to give to Jack in her arms. Hotch’s furrowed brow told her he shared the sentiment. With a casual relocking of both of their trunks, they followed the small swarm of educators to the vacant football stadium.

Grant had been dodging questions and bad weather all day. The sun had only another two hours left, and he needed to get serious about the soccer pitch. He had plans that weekend and nothing was going to keep him at work longer than what was necessary. When he spotted the crowd of suspicious educators galivanting through the grounds, his possessiveness of the grass maintenance nearly gave him a coronary. He needed to make sure they weren’t going to be long or damaging, so he followed them.

“Why are you doing this?” Luke balked down at Phil, blindsided by the gesture that had his ex-lover kneeling before him and holding up a ring.

“Because I need you in my life, Luke. We’re better together,” Phil insisted, reaching for Luke’s left hand. “Say yes. Say yes and I can spend the rest of our lives making it up to you.”

“What is happening?!” Penelope’s voice echoed through the stands, forcing Luke’s eyes closed in shame.

“You should leave,” Luke spat at the ground and turned to try and make up for the confusion. As Luke spun his eyes locked onto the only pair that shouldn’t have seen the last few minutes. Grant’s usual gentle blue turned a cold and distant storm. “Grant, wait, let me expla—”

But he was gone before Luke or anyone else could stop him. The crowd dispersed quickly. Derek ended up dragging Penelope back from attacking Phil in the parking lot. Grant seemed to have vanished in a way only someone who knew the school’s oldest secrets could. Hotch looked at Luke with a rare moment of pity before wishing everyone a safe weekend.

Through stinging eyes, Luke found his way to his truck at the back of the parking lot. Stuck beneath his wiper blade was a now ominous white envelope. He snarled into the night as he ripped it from its perch, throwing it with a frustrated backhand. He climbed into the cab and let the menacing engine take over for his frustrations, leaving the litter to drown in a pothole with his hopes and intentions.

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 7 years ago

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Choose me, pt. 9 (G.D.)

Summary: Y/N and Ethan have a sleepover, but unexpected turn of events lead to a night with Grayson instead.

Warnings: actually kinda fluffy

Word count: 1477

A/N: Choose Me is all about showing how people make poor choices and mistakes and how hard it can be to come back from that. It also shows that you shouldn’t keep your feelings bottled up, otherwise you might miss out on a lot of great things. The last thing it shows is how people often sacrifice their own happiness for who they love and how that reflects on them. Do you think Grayson can be redeemed for his momentarily lapse of judgement and cowardice? What are your theories about Harry? Should Ethan fight for the reader after the talk he had with Grayson? I love feedback, so feel free to leave a comment or stop by my Ask Box or my inbox :)

Choose Me - Series Masterlist

I found myself in front of their door once more. After my previous two experiences, the thought of knocking on it put me on edge. I raised my hand, balling it up into a fist and prepared to connect it with the big obstacle before me, but before I did, the door swung open.

„Get in here! It's raining like crazy!“ Ethan pulled me in, wrapping me into a big hug. Swaying a little, I allowed myself to hug him back. My hands found their way to his back, gripping at his white t-shirt. He put his chin on top of my head, relaxing a little as well.

Thunder roared outside and only then did I realize that there really was a storm outside. I must have been lost in my own thoughts to notice it before. I felt the sensation of wet clothes clinging to my body, hair dripping with water.

„You take these keys back, right now.“ Ethan said pulling away. He rummaged through a drawer until a metal clinging sound was heard. He took my hand, opened it and placed the key to their house on my palm. Just like that, the keys to the Dolan house became one of my most precious belongings, again.

„Wanna change?“ Ethan asked and I looked up from the key in my still opened hand.

„Yeah.“ I smiled weakly.

„You know where our clothes are. Dig up something you like while I heat up this pizza.“ Ethan went into the kitchen while I trudged through their house. I stopped just outside Grayson's room, placing my hand and my forehead on the door like it would somehow connect me to him.

„Did you find anything?!“ Ethan's voice made me flinch and I accidentally hit the door. It sounded like a knock and I hoped Grayson wasn't in there. I waited for a second, not moving a muscle like it would stop him from opening the door if he was there, holding my breath in suspense. After a few moments of no movements I exhaled in relief. The door suddenly opened and I my lips parted in shock. I probably looked like a fish on land, but Grayson's face shifted from confusion to the look he'd get on Christmas morning. He had a big grin on his face, his eyes were practically shinning.

„I thought you said you'll call, but I'm not complaining!“ He teased and I felt blood rush to my face.

„I, uh, was looking for Ethan's room. Need a change of clothes.“ I quickly recovered and his face fell.

„Oh...silly me. I actually thought you came for me.“ Grayson shook his head in disbelief, turned around and walked into his room.

„Gray! Don't be like that.“ I followed him in against my better judgement.

„Like what? I'm fine.“ His voice said otherwise.

„I came over for a sleepover. Wanna join us?“ I asked, ignoring a little voice in my head that screamed not to.

„I'd love to!“ His face lit up again and I relished in the way the corners of his eyes crinkled whenever he smiled. I loved how his smile could change my mood instantly.

„I'm gonna get changed.“ I awkwardly shuffled to the door, but a hand on my shoulder stopped me.

„Take mine. I know you love my clothes.“ Grayson stated, the underlying message behind it clear to me.

„If you still have that black shirt and the red shorts...I will.“ I spoke and a smug smile spread across his face.

„It just so happens that I do. Get dressed. I'll be in the kitchen.“ He quickly pecked my temple and ran out the room, leaving me a blushing mess.

„He really is trying to kill me.“ I whispered, touching my temple where he pressed his lips against my skin.

I managed to get dressed, but it took me a little to pull myself together. I grabbed a pair of their DT socks and walked to the living room.

The pizza was prepared on the table, but neither of them were there.

„Guys?“ I called out, not liking the silence. I walked to the kitchen, slowly, careful not to make a sound. I suddenly became hyper-aware of my surroundings, because this place was never this quiet. The guys never knew how to be silent, it was one of their main traits, so the eerie silence made me uneasy.

Thunder rumbled as a hand was placed on my shoulder and I jumped up, screaming like it was a horror film and I was about to be murdered.

„Y/N, it's just me! It's me!“ Grayson put his hands up, which wasn't smart because my next move was to punch him in the gut.

„I told you I hate those pranks!“ I shouted, my voice going a few pitches higher than I knew it could, while Grayson groaned loudly, doubling down in pain.

„I didn't mean to scare you! I heard you call from the bathroom, so I came running!“ Grayson explained, still trying to catch his breath and I made on 'o' shaped face.

„Where the hell is Ethan?“ I asked and he managed to stand up.

„He went out to help a girl he’s been talking to with something. Said he'll be back by 11.“ He grumbled and I felt sorry for the low blow.

„Oh, since when does he like a girl and not tell me?...Also, sorry about the...you know.“ I motioned to his stomach and he chuckled.

„At least I know never to scare you again!“ I nodded with a faint smile playing on my lips, noting how he shrugged off my question about Ethan. The older Dolan never kept any secrets from me and I didn’t like it. I wanted him to be happy, but I felt like Amber left a minor mental scar with everything she caused, so I was worried history might repeat itself.

„Now what?“ I nervously rubbed the back of my neck as I watched him check me out. His eyes traveled up and down my body so intensely it felt like he was touching me.

„Gray!“ I snapped him out of it and he licked his lips, before answering. I knew his mind was in the gutter by the way he looked at me, loving the view of me in his clothes most likely.

„I can give you what I planned on giving you tomorrow!“ Grayson said as he grabbed my hand and guided me back to his room.

„Why would you give me something tomorrow?“ I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

„Told you I'm gonna fight for you.“ He answered in a 'duh' tone.

„Gray..“ I tried but he cut me off.

„Don't say anything and open this!“ He gave me a small, red box with a little bow on top. It was so small that I could only assume it was some form of jewelry. I sighed and pulled at the bow, opening the box. I couldn't help but gasp as I laid my eyes on two beautiful butterfly shaped earnings.

„It's....perfect. Ttthank yoou.“ I stammered as he clapped in excitement.

„I made the great Y/N stammer? I am so proud of myself now!“ Grayson celebrated as I giggled.

„How'd you know?“ I asked, raising an eyebrow as I traced the earrings pattern with my index finger.

„Well...I saw you looking at them...like six months ago. I was going to get them for your birthday, but your heart seemed more important to me.“ Grayson spoke like it was no big deal, but I was holding back tears. It was so thoughtful and caring that I was losing my 'cold as ice' facade really quickly.

„Put them on for me?“ I spoke, my voice barely above a whisper. Grayson nodded and with a small smile he took one between his fingers. Pulling my hair back with one hand, he slowly took of the current earring off. Gently, he put the first one in, his eyes focused on the task before him while his tongue protruded slightly from his mouth. The other one took a little longer and I used that opportunity to watch his face, each line, each scar, every beauty mark. I missed doing this, I missed him. I felt when the clasp was secured, but neither of us were moving at all.

I noticed his eyes were back on my face, his face so close that I could feel his breath. My own breathing was shallow and fast, mimicking his as my heart picked up the pace. The feeling of his fingers on my cheeks almost made me flinch, but I stayed put, afraid to ruin the moment. I inched closer to him as his lips parted slightly. I craved those soft, plush lips more than the oxygen I breath and I felt my defenses crumble as they were finally placed upon mine.

#grayson dolan #grayson dolan x reader #grayson dolan fanfic #grayson dolan fic #dolan twins #dolan twins fanfic #grayson dolan imagine #grayson dolan fluff #ethan dolan #choose me

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themarchblessing · 6 years ago

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TRULY GOD’S PLAN

COREY

Finding a bench to sit down at I checked the time on my phone, happy to realize that Eva should be here soon. So she finally hit me back early this morning on some crack of dawn shit. I wanted to do a backflip off my balcony when I saw that she responded to my message from a few weeks back. Just sitting by, waiting around and constantly checking my inbox was terrifying. We agreed to meet up in Central Park close to where the birds gather daily.

Adjusting the brim of my scully around my ears I shoved my phone in my pocket and chose to watch the scenery. Bikers, walkers, cops on bikes, and random exercise groups were all out enjoying the weather. For it to be March it’s still kind of chilly in New York but it feels pretty good out today. Just admiring this view gets my brain going to reflect on my life and what’s been happening recently.

My trip to Miami was amazing. That was probably one of my favorite work trips ever. XXL treated me like royalty. The best hotel, a car to drive and all the works. I was surely impressed with their hospitality. The magazine is set to hit the shelves by the beginning of summer, the company’s words not mine. As the main photographer I should get a copy before the public does so I’m definitely keeping my fingers crossed on that one. Damn, I miss that hot ass sun already.

“Well if it isn’t one of most handsome men I know.” A voice said. I turned to my right seeing Eva walk closer to me. She’s looking so vibrant these days. Clearly whoever her new man is giving her some good pipe.

“You know I do my best to stay looking good. How you been mama?” Standing to greet her I accepted her want for a proper hug, rocking us from side to side a bit. “You smell good as hell. Don’t tell me you got all done up for a nigga?” I teased pulling back to watch her smirk at me.

“Shut up boy. I’m good, how are you? Where have you been at?” She kissed my cheek and motioned for us to sit.

“Man I’ve been working and staying black. That’s what I do best of all. What about you?” I glanced at her left hand seeing her trying to hide the ring she’s sporting. “I can see that. Tell me about it.” I encouraged, stretching my arm out behind her back.

She tucked her hair behind her ear and showcased the rock proudly. “It was the best day of my life. Without a doubt. I’m so happy Corey.” She smiled genuinely.

“Tell me about it! What’s been going on?” I reiterated, getting comfortable beside her. Eva and I caught up for lost time and walked around for a bit. The vibe between us never shied from peaceful. Which is exactly what I want and hoped for. I always do my best to keep that friendly, level of respect between my past hookups and I. Not for any funny reason but because I prefer it that way. I don’t like negative energy in my life. I had so much of it in the past but now I’m too old for that shit. I just need peace and happiness.

“So what did you ask me to meet you here for?” She said turning to me.

“Okay here it is. So my homegirl came back home last month with her son. I’ve been spending a lot of time with him but something is off. Do you recall seven years ago when I called you really late at night asking for a favor?” I started.

“Mmm..vaguely yes. Wait do you mean when you FaceTimed me and asked me help you get a nut off?” She chuckled.

Nodding in embarrassment I sat back against the bench.

“I remember now. Why are you asking me about that night?” Eva looked at me intently and I knew this moment would clear everything up.

“Well the favor I asked you for...I ended up doing something kind of crazy with it. Long story short, I got this feeling that the boy is mine but I don’t know why I can’t remember how it all happened. The whole night is mostly blurry except for me calling you.” I explained.

“Um well yeah I do recall you telling me to hold on after we were done. I couldn’t see much but you were so damn wasted Corey. I think I saw you holding a small cup with a label on it. Why were putting your sperm in there? Is that what your friend wanted?” She asked skeptically. I dropped my head in my hands feeling the entire night rush back to me clear as day. “Oh my god! I get it now. Oh goodness Corey. What the fuck did you do?!” She gasped, gripping my shoulder.

Blowing out a breath I stared at the sidewalk just thinking freely. “It all makes sense now. I altered her entire pregnancy, goddamn.” Shaking my head abruptly I stood up from the bench, pacing back and forth not knowing what to do with myself. “He’s my fucking kid. That’s my fucking kid Eva. Oh my god. This whole time. This whole time I’ve been overlooking the comments from strangers, my old man..Brian. I can’t believe I did this shit! Fuck!!” I yelled.

“Hey, hey come sit down. Breathe and relax.” Eva coached. She grabbed my hand forcing me to sit down and listen to what she’s telling me. “Breathe Corey. Just breathe.” Eva gave me time to myself. Everything that happened the night of Bri’s 30th birthday with the help of Eva has come back to me full circle. How could I have gone this long not knowing what I did? “Corey? How long have you been feeling like this?” Eva spoke to me softly as she continued to rub my back and provide me with true comfort.

“Since the second time I was in his presence. I picked up on how alike we are and pushed the comments from others to the back of my mind. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions you know? I hate that shit and with something like this you can never assume. But my gut was right. And now I don’t know how to tell her. I have to right?” Turning to Eva I searched her eyes not knowing where to go with this.

“I think you need to. I could never tell a man to keep a secret like this and as a woman, I wouldn’t want any man keeping anything like this from me. You always follow your gut Corey. Always. I’m sorry you realized this now instead of seven years ago. But think of it this way, you not figuring out that he’s your son back then gave you time to grow and prosper. You said work is going well and you’re in a good space in life so don’t blame yourself. You were drunk and horny and it was a long time ago. Everything is going to be okay as long you take responsibility and keep your cool.”

After I talked with Eva we parted ways and I came straight home. I need time to think about how I’m going to tell Bri about what I did.

“That’s my boy.” I said over and over again. I’m stuck. I don’t know how to think or move. Eva was right when she told me that I needed to follow my gut. Just thinking of every encounter with Zay and seeing how happy Sabrina was is all I can see for my future. I’ve seen Bri at her highest but the smile she has when she watches our son and I interact is the most beautiful thing in my eyes. I told y’all ever since I kissed her I’ve been all over the place.

And now that I’m beyond sure that I have a child I want to complete this puzzle. When I can find the right way to tell Sabrina I will.

Searching around my room for my phone I spotted the device hidden under the blanket on my bed. I need to call my dad. I need to get his opinion on this subject again but this time it’s me actually having some news to share with him. The line connected and I could faintly hear the sound of someone snoring.

“Corey? Why are you calling me at midnight son? What happened?” My dad rambled sounding like he was in the middle of getting a good night's rest.

“Pop, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I just really need to talk to you man..” throwing down face first on my bed I listened to my dad move around.

“Hassan, what’s going on? Why are you up? Did something happen to Corey..Liya?” And as if I didn’t feel any worse about myself I groaned in disappointment that I woke up my mama too.

“Nothing Carla, go back to bed. Corey and Liya are fine baby, go to sleep. Everything is okay.” My dad gave my mom some more reassurance that me and my sister were alright before I heard just him breathing. “Ok kid, what’s up?” He began.

Turning over on my back I slapped my hand down my face, hard. “He’s mine.” I muttered.

“Izaiah?” He rebutted strongly.

“Yes, I know for sure that Izaiah is my kid.” Nodding to my own truth I found a spot on my fan to look at and study. “I’m lost pop. I’m so damn lost and I don’t know where to start with telling Sabrina.”

“Corey, what do I always tell you? Keep your head in the game at all times. I know this news may be shocking for you and maybe even scary but I believe in you to do the right thing. And I know this might sound crazy as hell but I don’t think you should tell Sabrina right away.” The last words to come out of his mouth made my pull the phone away from my ear.

Did I just hear this man correctly? My father, the man who always gives me sound advice to follow is going against his normal.

“What the hell have you been smoking Hassan?” I asked sitting up straight. Letting my legs dangle off the side of the bed I glanced around wishing Lori and Izaiah we’re here right now.

My dad got a kick out of me addressing him by his first name. He gave himself a second to calm down before speaking again. “I know it sounds crazy not to tell her just yet. And I say that because you don’t know how she’s going to react. You confessing to your mistake from so long ago all of a sudden might seem a bit brash, crazy, and really fucking crazy.”

“I’m not doubting you on that. But I disagree with the first part. I have to tell her. I can’t look at that girl in the face everyday and lie to her! Do you understand how often I see this woman? Do you know how often I’m with Izaiah? I pick him up from school dad! Everyday it’s my face who he sees before he goes home to Sabrina. Mine. And Bri..” I had to take a minute to think. The reality of what my mornings, afternoons, and nights have become are swirling around my head. I’ve already put in time with this little boy. He’s already become so comfortable with me. I’ve even grown to a distinct level of comfort when I have him all to myself.

These feelings of warmth, protection, and a sliver of tenderness and likeness have taken over me. I always enjoy spending time with Izaiah. And now that I am more than sure that he’s mine, I’m overwhelmed with a whole new set of feelings.

“You love her. Whether it takes you the rest of your life to figure that out, I know you love Sabrina. You are someone’s father now, son. Just like I am yours and Liya’s. When I lost you for those three hours I wanted to lose my mind. I had never seen your mom more upset. Not so much with me but at the reality of the situation. I don’t want you to know what it feels like to have your child taken from you. Don’t get me wrong by any means when I say this. I love Sabrina too but she is the mother at the end of the day and woman tend to make decisions with their emotions a lot more than we do.” The explanation my old man is giving to me makes sense.

Nodding in agreement to his testimony I began to pace my room. “I hear what you saying and I understand all that. But how am I supposed to prove to her that I’m worthy enough to make up for a screw up like this? I drunkenly and stupidly altered Bri’s first pregnancy and then I FORGOT about it. What kind of man does that make me?”

“Well all do dumb shit when we’re fucked up Corey. The way you went about this whole ordeal is very unorthodox. It’s wrong as some would say but you weren't in the correct frame of mind that night. Son, please don’t sell yourself short. You know better than that.” He assured. Having my dad remind me that I’m human and that humans fuck up especially when they’re fucked up, is exactly what I needed to hear.

When I was talking to Eva earlier today in the park, a big part of me felt ashamed and embarrassed to reintroduce that night. To go over again aloud about how I hijacked Bri’s pregnancy made me feel sick inside.

“Thank you pop.” I sighed. Stopping in the doorway to my room I stared around my kitchen recalling the night I kissed Bri. The night that fucked up my head forever.

“Anytime son and congratulations. Take your time with this and keep your head up.” I let Hassan give me some more advice before calling it a night myself.

Today is also going down as an important day for me. Until I can find the courage to confess to Sabrina I think I need to sit on this. I want to make sure I’m fully aware of what I’m stepping into.

#the march blessing #short story

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snowdice · 4 years ago

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Finding the Time to Study Fic 2 [Day 10]

Here is my starting post for today’s study break stories session. See this post for more details and feel free to send me asks to keep me going! It’s been a lot of fun so far! I will reblog this post with the story as I write them today. I’ll be constantly looking for ideas of times and places for Janus to have missions, so feel free to send in any you can think of at any point!

If you are a new follower or just don’t want all of these posts clogging your dash, please feel free to block the tag “study break stories” as all posts and voting about it will go there. You can still see the finished product of the story even if you are blocking that tag as I will not tag the edited chapters with “study break stories” but with the tag “folds in paper.” See edited chapters below. Chapters 2, 3, 4, and what I have of Chapter 5 are under the cut.

My Masterpost Part 1

I also have a playlist on youtube (because Spotify didn’t have one of the songs I wanted). It’s short, and not really for serious listening, but I had fun with it.

It’s going to be stop and go for most of the night because a lot of things will interrupt me, but I hope to do a good amount of this today.

Chapter 2

The morning was just as torturous as Janus had expected it would be. He chewed through another pop-tart, this time bothering to actually check and see that it was a cinnamon-sugar one and drank three cups of caffeinated orange juice. Then, he waved his hand through the air and selected the 1st saved location on his device. He popped up directly behind his desk where he’d been standing the night morning before.

Someone, probably Remus, had shut his integrator down. He swiped a finger across the power button, and it flickered back on, scrolling through its morning start up routine.

Sitting down in his desk, he dismissed the notification that Remus had finished and submitted the report from their mission the day before.

A mission had been scheduled for him today, and the details were in his inbox. A piece time travel technology had been accidently dropped by an archology student in the 1890s during a trip. It was an earlier model of emergency time travel given to time travels that would dump them back into the Registration Office in the year they originated. It wasn’t extremely dangerous, but could pose some problems, especially if someone who didn’t know what it was activated it.

It was a fairly low stakes mission. He wasn’t set to leave for another couple of hours, so he clicked through the rest of the important notifications and then set off to meet his missions coordinator, Rhi, in her office.

This, of course, made her relationship with Remus… interesting to say the least. Janus could never place whether they were nemesis, frenemies, or mortal enemies, and he doubted he would ever know.

“But-”

“It is nonnegotiable, Agent Clockson,” she said firmly. Remus pouted, but seemingly accepted his fate.

“May I come in?” Janus asked.

“Please do,” Rhi said. “You have been to the 1920s before, correct?” she asked Janus.

“Yes ma’am.”

She tapped the screen on her desk in response. “In the last two years?”

“About two months ago,” he responded. She tapped something else.

“Any blacks, reds, or yellows?” she asked.

“All green.”

“Great. Do you need a refresher course on basic cultural or linguistic procedures?”

“No.”

The document returned to her side of the desk automatically. “Okay,” she said swiping another document from her left over to be in front of her. She twisted her wrist to copy it and slide copies to Janus and Remus. “Here are exact details on the time, place, and event you are going to, as well as details about your cover.” Janus scrolled through his quickly. It wasn’t as detailed as some he’d had considering this was a brief in-and-out missing, but he still took care to memorize everything on the page.