#i saw this /as/ i was hunting around for desktops

[apocalypseornaw]

Love You Better (Pt 2/5)

Dean Winchester x Reader

After a successful Djinn hunt Dean starts to pull away from you but you have no idea why and he won't tell you either

Sam had ended up taking the backseat of the impala so you were curled up in the passenger seat, Dean's jacket over you like a blanket as you pretended to sleep so he would continue singing lightly along with the radio. When Dean wasn't being goofy he had an amazing singing voice even if he rarely showed it.

You'd probably been on the road a few hours when you felt the car slow and Dean reached over to tap your leg "Y/N you wanna quit pretending to sleep and walk in the gas station with me?" You opened one eye and grinned "I wasn't pretending" he shook his head but laughed "Next time? Don't smile when I sing along with your favorite songs" you pushed his jacket off then shrugged "Sing more often for me and I wouldn't have to pretend" he rolled his eyes then raised his voice slightly to say "Sammy! Want anything?"

Sam stirred from his sleep and rubbed his eyes "Bottle of water?" You turned to look back at him and laughed, his hair was a little wild "My brush is in the top of my go bag Sam. Feel free to use it"

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Dean watched you as you looked over the water bottles, talking to yourself about the different prices versus the taste of the water. How the hell could you doing something so damn mundane make his heart flip?

He was so damn in love with you but hadn't said those words yet. He hoped you knew, hoped his actions spoke loud enough but knew he needed to tell you he just didn't know how. You stopped mid rant and glanced over at him, a small smile working its way onto your face "Like what ya see Winchester?"

He let his eyes flick across your body appreciatively before smiling himself "Very much sweetheart" you laughed and motioned to the water on the top shelf "Good, so that means you won't pick on me cause I can't reach the top shelf" he laughed and grabbed two of the bottles you pointed to "There ya go beautiful" you smiled "Thank you"

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Once the three of you got back on the road you felt a small knot in your stomach grow. Dean and Jax had always gotten along before so you shouldn't have nothing to worry about but if the roles were reversed and Lisa was a hunter and you were helping her? It'd be awkward as hell.

You shook the nerves off when Sam drew you into talking about a book you'd both read. It would be fine, right?

Normally when the three of you would be meeting another hunter it would be at some cheap motel but instead you were meeting Jax at his garage.

He'd opened the garage a couple years back in Austin and had a small place nearby. He had managed to find a balance not a lot of hunters had, an actual means of income and a normal house while still hunting.

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Dean cut his eyes at you as he pulled into the parking lot of the garage. You'd dozed off a few miles back and him nor Sam had wanted to wake you up but now they didn't have a choice. He glanced back at Sam who shrugged so he leaned over and gently shook your arm "Wake up sleeping beauty we're here"

You slowly opened your eyes at smiled at him "How long was I asleep?" He shrugged "An hour or so" you nodded and ran a hand over your hair to smoothe it down. "Ok then. Let's see what Jax has and then get to work"

He watched as you climbed out the impala and stretched. He wasn't jealous, not at all.

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Sam walked in first then Dean held the door open for you and walked in behind you. You glanced around at the office area you were in. There was a small desk that had a desktop computer sitting on it and a few filing cabinets. It was a simple area but decorated just enough to make it have personality. It fit Jax well.

You felt Dean's arm slip around your waist about the time you heard Jax's voice. He walked around the corner with his phone to his ear and smiled when he saw the three of you. He was about Dean's height, dark hair that he'd always kept cut short and blue eyes. From the looks of it he hadn't shaved in a few days because the stubble along his jaw was leaning closer to a beard.

He finished the phone call and nodded towards you "Thanks for coming" you smiled "Of course. So what's the case Barlowe?" He motioned towards the door "Let me flip the sign and close for the day then if you want yall can follow me to my place and i can catch ya up" "Sounds good" Dean spoke from behind you and Jax nodded "Give me five"

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Dean stood between you and Sam as the three of you looked over the files Jax had on the case at hand. There was about half a dozen missing in Brushy Creek, a town about twenty miles from Austin and Jax had narrowed down the possible locations to about three warehouses.

"Seems simple enough" You spoke glancing from Dean to Jax. Both of them nodded before saying damn near in unison "Yeah but when is hunting ever simple" you cut your eyes at Sam who raised an eyebrow before saying "Should we get the lamb's blood here or there?" Jax tapped a place on the map "Here, there's a Butcher halfway we can get it from"

The plan was that Sam would go with Jax to clear one warehouse, you'd go with Dean then if both proved to be a bust the four of you would check the last one together.

You reached your left hand out to touch Dean's side as the two of you checked the warehouse. So far it had been empty. A part of you had hoped the first two warehouses would be it, kill the damn thing then grab a motel room and rest then head home come morning.

So far Dean hadn't said anything about Jax. You weren't expecting much but a part of you was wondering why. If roles were reversed.. no you couldn't be distracted.

A noise creaked somewhere in the warehouse and you spun towards it only to see a possum run across the floor. You let out a laugh "A freakin possum"

Dean reached out and pulled you closer to him "I think we caught a bust, there's one office left. We'll check it then call Sam and Jax to see how their end is" you nodded, falling in step with him.

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You and Dean had just got there to meet Sam and Jax at the last warehouse. Good news was having four competent hunters, bad news was the last warehouse was absolutely fucking huge. The damn thing had three floors.

You looked over at Dean before getting out of the car. He smiled "Kiss for luck?" You leaned over and when your lips met you damn near melted against him. He always had that damn ability to make you forget your worries. When you pulled back he smiled "Let's get two rooms instead of one" you shook your head with a laugh "Save people first, take me to bed later"

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Somehow the four of you had gotten separated. You were on the same floor with Sam while Dean was one floor up and Jax was on the highest floor. Sam cut his eyes at you "You good?" You nodded "Yeah every woman's dream is to be hunting monsters with her boyfriend and her ex" Sam laughed and started to say something but then you heard Jax holler "DEAN LOOK OUT"

You and Sam looked at each other then took off running. By the time you two made it up to the second floor you were met with Dean down with one Djinn touching his face and Jax soon to follow since the other Djinns hand was going towards his face "HEY UGLY!" You hollered and both Djinn looked at you "Fuck, Sam some help?"

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Sam ran to stab the Djinn over Jax so you ran towards Dean. The Djinn spun on you and you flipped your knife up "He's mine asshole" You threw the knife and caught him dead in the throat. When he went down you ran over and snatched it out then slammed it down into his heart.

Once he was dead you slid to Dean's side "Come on baby. Please wake up. WAKE UP!" Jax and Sam ran over and Jax handed you a vial "It's smelling salts. It'll bring him around"

You snapped the small vial and held it under Dean's nose. Once he inhaled his eyes flew open. "What the hell?" You let out a sigh of relief and let your head fall over onto his chest "You're ok. Thank God, you're ok" he touched your head gently "They dead?" Jax chuckled behind you "They're dead man"

Sam had gone with Jax to a local bar after the four of you made sure the vics had been taken to the hospital so that left only you and Dean at the motel. You'd been expecting him to want to finish what he started earlier but so far he'd damn near been avoiding touch.

He hadn't gotten in the shower with you and when he got out the shower himself he was awful quiet. You were sitting cross legged in the center of the bed watching him as he messed around in his duffle.

"Dean, are you ok?" You finally asked and he glanced up but his eyes still had that far away look "Yeah sweetheart. I'm just tired" you patted the bed next to you "Come on then"

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Dean wanted to talk to you, wanted to tell you the fucking world he'd been thrown into when that Djinn had poisoned him. All in all it was only about twenty minutes real world but with Djinn the timeline was always skewed. The way you looked at him as he climbed into bed next to you, he couldn't start that conversation. He loved you, he really did but fuck did he deserve you?

When you curled up next to him placing a gentle kiss on his chest he smiled despite himself. He wanted you, wanted a future with you but that damn dream world had confirmed what he'd already known. You made a mistake choosing him.

@marimarvelfan @suckitands33 @sushiumex @janineb86 @nix-rose @ladysparkles78 @globetrotter28 @holdingontil-may @freewastelandstrawberry @jackles010378

[the-somwthing]

Okay continuation of my last post which I would link to if I was on desktop. You don’t need to read it I guess but it’ll give you a better understanding of how I see Scott and Joel’s rivalry maybe.

That was more of an objective analysis, this is where I get into more fanon headcanon territory with my analysis hehe.

Remember when I mentioned I was insane about these two specifically in 3rd Life? Yeagjh. We’re talking about 3L again. Because in my little brain, I like to imagine it really shaped Scott’s character.

SO HERE IT IS, A SCOTT ANALYSIS CENTERED AROUND JOEL.

We all know in 3rd Life Scott placed 10th, significantly lower than his other placements which have all been top 4. A lot of people in the fandom point to Jimmy as the cause, as he has some sort of curse that causes his allies to place significantly lower. As mean as that is I don’t hate that idea, but I don’t think Scott sees it like that (in my headcanons ok I’ll stop disclaimering that now).

I think it’s more Joel’s fault.

Scott wouldn’t blame Jimmy for himself dying so early, Jimmy had already been dead and Scott wasn’t exactly relying on him.

But Jimmy was still his closest ally, and his backup ally had also died. His only alliance left was Scar and Grian, but you can’t just insert yourself into there, they’re a solid duo and you know you’d be first pickings when it’s time to turn on each other.

But then there was Joel. Also allied with Scar and Grian, also completely alone. They agreed to stick together, put aside their differences and fight alongside each other.

Neither of them had any personal stakes in the war, but they also had nothing left to protect. The only thing driving them was their alliance with the desert. But they had fun. They hunted down enemies together and fought a war they didn’t care about, together.

Then Joel charged headfirst into a battle, with Scott following behind. They thought they had Impulse with them, but they never saw him again. (Joel actually believed Scott had abandoned him too, he didn’t realize he was so ahead of the group and I don’t think he heard Scott shout that he was here with him before he died.)

Scott died shortly after Joel, but he was yellow so he came back as a red life. He went back to the desert to pick up his stuff, and at Joel’s mine craft corpse he promised him that his death wouldn’t be in vain.

A little bit later, he died. It was all in vain.

Scott had two lives left after Jimmy died. Yet after following Joel into a single battle, he had died earlier than anyone would have expected. And Joel hadn’t gotten a single kill.

I like to think that this made Scott believe that Joel’s way of playing the game leads to crashing and burning. Scott watches Joel frantically try to get his boogey kill and wind up on red. This only starts to solidify the idea in Scott’s head. Then the second time Scott becomes boogey, he refuses to do it, knowing that he will drive himself to death if he tries. And he ends up winning the season. I think winning after renouncing Joel’s way of playing really solidified for good in Scott’s mind that what Joel’s doing is wrong, it’s not how you’re meant to play the game, it leads to nothing but destruction.

When Scott killed Joel in Secret Life, his final words to Joel were explaining that he’s still alive because he got the extra hearts from killing Bdubs. He said it in a rather taunting way. I think it was Scott’s first attempt at explaining to Joel how wrong his way of playing is. Just like in 3rd Life, he and his ally had charged into battle together and died pointlessly. Scott’s taunting Joel for his mistake now that he’s at the other end of it, seeing just how foolish it was.

I also feel like you could somehow connect this whole “3rd Life death to Last Life win” thing to his tendency to sacrifice himself. He knows that trying to go out in a blaze of glory doesn’t work out, and it’s safest to let your life down gently so that it may help others. In SL Scott may think Joel and Bdubs would’ve been better off if one had sacrificed themselves to the other for more health, and Joel’s being too bloodthirsty to see that. On the flipside, Joel’s one attempt at sacrificing himself ended in tragedy as he was too late, he was trying other methods of helping his ally first when the safest was sacrifice.

Joel values living more than Scott does. When he wants to help his allies, he doesn’t sacrifice himself immediately like Scott does. He tries to help them while he’s alive, so they may both thrive. Scott doesn’t care about that, whether it’s because he already won, or because he’s already experienced life after losing allies and didn’t like it, who knows.

Do you think Scott’s decision to eliminate Joel in Limited Life was fueled by the fact that Joel had just lost Jimmy at all? He knows from Double Life that when Joel loses something, he burns everything around him. He knows from 3rd Life that when you lose Jimmy, you lose the one thing you had, and end up just killing without any purpose.

I think he thought that Joel no longer had a purpose, except to kill. And that’s why he needed to die.

I think of Scott and Joel as… some sort of opposites, I guess. It all started in 3rd Life, when they joined together, and after that failure they both improved, going against each other. Scott may have won Last Life after renouncing Joel’s way of playing, but Joel got 5th, and the most kills. His way of playing had finally started to bear fruits, until Scott gathered a team to take him down.

Now, Joel’s placement never really got better after that, technically neither did Scott’s but at least he stayed top 5, but Joel was finally getting kills every season. Lots of them, too. In 3rd Life he had none. It’s a big improvement.

Anyways, back to Scott. I think he sees Joel as some sort of embodiment of senseless murder. That’s why he’s constantly assembling teams to get rid of him. He’s a problem. It doesn’t matter that this is a death game, Scott knows that endless violence isn’t how you win because he won. Joel couldn’t possibly convince him otherwise, not when he hasn’t won, or even gotten closer than 5th. He’s going to look past the fact that he never lets Joel live. That Joel’s downfall is almost always Scott deciding he’s lived too long.

Joel time, I think he might believe Scott. He desperately tries to convince Scott otherwise, that he should live, but he knows he kills. He’s always been viewed as somewhat of a villain, struggling to gain allies, while Scott is often viewed as a perfect guy with loads of friends. If Joel truly didn’t deserve it, how was Scott able to convince the rest of the server to help? Why was Grian preparing to leave him, warning him that he’s going too far when all he’s trying to do is live? The simple answer is that he truly is the villain of the server. It’s a role Joel isn’t afraid to have, but he never really tries to, so it’s always a surprise when everyone wants him dead. Well, a surprise until they bring up some way he’s wronged someone, then he gets it. But am I crazy or do other people do stuff like that and not get witch hunted lmao

Back to Scott, I believe there was a slight shift in Secret Life, with Scott becoming more conscious of this ongoing rivalry. I think with the realization that Scott has someone obsessed with taking him down, he started to view Joel as more of a person than an oppressive force. Before, he viewed Joel as a wildfire that destroys everything in sight, but now he’s realized that with him, it’s personal. It’s constant. He can rely on Joel to always be hating him. He ignores the times Joel is nice with him to emphasize that he’s got a rival who hates him, while still trying to keep up that he doesn’t care about it. He doesn’t have anything against Joel. He’s only killing him because he needed to die, it wasn’t personal. Scott doesn’t seem to pick up on the fact that if he’s nice to Joel (which he’s doing to keep up the “one-sided rivalry” thing), Joel is fine with dropping his hatred. It creates a somewhat weird dynamic where Scott is like “oh Joel HATES me he’s gonna KILL me on SIGHT” and Joel’s just like 😐. Secret Life is kind of spared from that happening too badly cuz of the whole assassin fail thing making Joel want to kill Scott but like IT STILL HAPPENS. Anyways that’s how we flip the one-sided rivalry to be on the other side lmao.

Anyways, why does it seem like Scott likes having a rival? Well, he certainly loves drama, so that’s one thing. Another thing, despite always having great allies, he’s always saying things about how lonely he is, how he believes no one likes him, abandonment issues, etc. You could read those as ooc jokes but they’re so constant I like to see it as part of his character. So I think he enjoys the idea that Joel has been thinking about him this whole time, even if negatively. Scott even has a line in Limited Life about him being the last green/yellow (I don’t remember when this was) about how everyone’s going to wanna kill him, and it will be “the first time in [his] life people have wanted [him]”. So we know he’s desperate enough for people to “want” him that even wanting him dead is exciting to him.

On the other hand, despite not feeling like people like him, I’m sure he knows it. You can’t have loyal allies and not realize you’re not alone. So he’s got a husband (even if said husband won’t talk about it), he’s got friends, a rival is a perfect next relationship to acquire. It also gives him something to drive him, to push him forward.

Also, he’s not scared of Joel. He’s put an end to him every time. If the rivalry gets out of hand, then, well, it won’t. He’ll stop him like he always does. So it’s perfectly safe and inconsequential to accept Joel as his rival. In fact, it’s kind of better. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, right?

But aside from strategy I do think he mostly just thinks having a rival is cool and is excited to have one, he just needs to be the cool one that isn’t hateful, lol. The one sided rivalry idea is too funny for him to throw. Being loving is his brand, he’s gotta keep it chill.

So basically my dream scenario is Scott starts being nice to Joel to play into this one-sided rivalry, expecting Joel to hate him unconditionally, not realizing that his hatred is somewhat conditional, and watches as Joel starts being like “wow maybe Scott isn’t so bad” and Scott’s like “wait no, why isn’t he hating me” and they accidentally form some sort of terrible and confusing alliance where neither of them really know what the other is thinking. I don’t think it would happen but man. It would be funny.

Anyways thanks for reading my post I don’t fully like how it came out 😭 I’ll probably talk about Scott and Joel forever and ever so feel free to talk to me and we’ll see if I explain things in a way that I like more haha

[bettyfrommars]

E3, !, ♥️

I’m so excited, I love your writing!! I’ve literally never done an ask before, hope I’m doing it right.

hi friend! I wanted to make sure I did this one in honor of it being your first!

So for some reason, your heart showed up as white on my desktop, so I gave you the wrong “thing” lmao

Your Person is Dark Siren Eddie

your Place is a Motel

your Thing is a Guitar

pick your poison

18+ONLY, being on the run, fear of the unknown, star-crossed lovers, getting help from Murray and Hopper.

word count: 1k

The neon of the motel sign blinked "vacancy" in green while the M and the O fluttered a faded red, buzzing in the dark. Surrounded by Oregon wilderness, the place was tucked away in the mountains near an abandoned ski lodge. There were stains on the mattress, a television from the 60's with rabbit ear antenna, and nicotine baked yellow into the once white walls.

You'd been on the run for a month at that point. A government research team was tipped off to Eddie's existence, and he refused to go back to his home in the sea without you.

"You can't stay here," you'd blinked away tears that first night, struggling to form words around your sobs. He held your face with webbed fingers, watching your mouth. "If they catch you, they'll hurt you, Eddie. I can't let that happen."

The nictitating lens of his eyelid blinked over brown gold irises as he examined you. He smoothed a thumb across your cheek, neck gills shuddering as if hit by a breeze.

"Won't go," he murmured. "Stay with you."

The following kiss was urgent, it made more tears roll down your cheeks, messy and hot, tasting salty on your tongue. He made soft noises as the kiss deepened, aching to be inside you again.

The Evergreen Motel was one of many places you'd slept in the past few weeks, moving in shadows, trying to stay under the radar from those who hunted him. You'd even huddled in an old barn once, and under a bridge. You had money, that wasn't the problem, but you didn't want to risk Eddie being identified.

The people trying to track him down to put him in a lab and make him a government experiment, found out about the man he'd killed on the beach that first day, and they used the incident to facilitate their agenda. They lied and said that he'd attacked several people unprovoked, and that he was a danger to society.

"He's a freak of nature!" An older woman who'd claimed to be a witness shared her story with the media. "I saw him crawl up out of the sea, and I swear to god his eyes were glowing. I knew he wanted to kill me!"

If Eddie couldn't have contact with sea water after a few days, he got terribly sick, and so sneaking into the ocean or soaking in salt bath had become a necessity on your travels. Unfortunately, on that one particular early morning, he'd been spotted by a woman walking her dog.

Back in the room, Eddie turned the knob on the TV so that the news broadcast went away, and the screen snapped to black. He could tell it was upsetting you.

The shark tooth earring he'd worn since you first met was dangling from your ear now, since he'd given it to you as a gift. You fell against his chest and let him hold you, listening to him hum the words to a song from his world.

Both of you jumped at the abrupt ringing sound, jerking around in tandem to stare at the blinking light on the beige phone on the nightstand. A second ring was shrill and unrelenting, worrying at your heart like the click of a gun trigger.

You took a breath, collecting yourself before yanking up the receiver.

At the other end, Murray spoke before you had time to greet him.

"I told you not to answer the phone," he scolded. Flushed with relief to know it was him, you flashed a reassuring smile at Eddie.

"But how do I know if it's---"

"We went over this. If it's me calling, I'll let it ring three times, hang up, and then let it ring once more, and then you call me back. How hard is that?"

Hopper and Murray had been risking their own lives to keep you both safe and out of the public eye while on the run. You were afraid to think what would've happened if they hadn't chosen to get involved.

"Did anyone see you check in?" He was rustling papers in the background as he spoke.

"Just the older man at the front desk. But he didn't see Eddie, I don't think."

"You don't think?"

"Eddie was outside with the hood of his sweatshirt up," you sat down on the edge of the bed, wanting to make sure he had all of the information. "There was only one other car in the parking lot. A white Ford pickup. Nevada plates."

"Is the front door locked and bolted? Okay now I need you to look under the bed," Murray continued.

Knowing not to ask questions, you did as he said, kneeling on the stained carpet to lift up the floral dust ruffle. There was popcorn kernels and a sock and a used condom wrapper and...

"Why is there a guitar case under here, Murray?"

"Just pull it out, I don't have time for this."

The case was matte black and scuffed from use. You put it on the bed, and then Eddie came over to stand beside you, cocking his head curiously. After flipping open the tabs to look inside, you found a tan, acoustic guitar with pearl inlay on the fret board. There were also two stacks of cash and some directions in an envelope.

"Those are directions to the hideout. It's a cabin in the woods, stocked with enough food and supplies for a couple weeks. The last few miles will be on foot. You'll stay there until Jim comes to get you, do you understand?"

You nodded silently at first, but then finally spoke the word Yes out loud, swallowing thickly.

"Cut your credit cards up, you can't use them anymore. It's cash only from here on out."

You listened, taking Eddie's hand.

"There's a phone number in there for a woman near the Canadian border who will make your passports. Her name is Rachel, I told her to expect you."

"What about you Murray?" Your voice trembled. "What if they find out that you---"

"Don't worry about me," he said quickly. "You kids just stay safe, and for fuck's sake don't answer the phone again unless you know it's me. Got it?"

You nodded, unable to stop a tear from pooling at your lash line. "Okay, I promise. Thank you, I don't know what we'd do without y---"

But he was gone.

[anachronisims]

simming goals 2024

it's been a good year back for me, and i'm ready to spend as much of 2024 simming as i can. thanks to those who've stuck with me through the hiatuses; to those whose encouragement, examples, and support have helped me grow as both a modder and a player; and to everyone who helped make the pink flashing survey circulate as widely as it did. this is a wonderful community and every day i am thankful to be part of it.

now, the goals!

the pink flashing survey report is still on track for a (mid-to-late) january release. i've done about as much coding and data validation as i can with the responses (thanks SO MUCH to everyone who was so receptive to my follow up DMs!) and there have been some promising tweaks and fixes and best practices coming out of the guinea pig testing group. we may not eradicate pink flashing forever but we can substantially work around it in most instances.

2. i'm collaborating with @cityof2morrow on a big traits expansion project, which you may already know something about if you saw the poll for the nudist icon. work is chugging along; all the new traits packages have been created and i've started on the actual modding work as of this week. take a peek at our planning spreadsheet if you want to see the scope of work. i have no firm estimate of when this will be out but i really want to use it in my new hood, and i really want to play kinda asap, so, asap.

3. playing in mount topazos. enough said. before that can happen i am going to

3b. finish paring down my downloads folder. i have like, just so much crap, including waaaaay more duplicates than i expected. currently this project means using my testing hood to open one catalogue section at a time, writing on a legal pad any object that needs to be cut or recatagorized/repriced. i've done windows, doors, deco paintings, and deco misc so far. i also packaged all my decorated MT lots, then faux-installed them in a desktop folder so i could see which cc is actually in use, allowing me to sequester items from bigger sets that aren't actively in use to a holding folder on my hard drive.

4. hunting update as part of the sun&moon team. honestly, this is long overdue. i made a prototype update of the huntable deer in 2021 and have hardly touched it since, and there's a lot more functionality we've been chatting about in that time. and i just need to buckle down and get on it. after the traits update is released that is absolutely my next priority.

5. that is it for goals. i think all of these are doable and achievable and honestly i really want to play and screenshot and share the mount topazos hood, so once i get the report and mod work out of the way that's really what i want my focus to be.

love and hugs and best wishes to everyone for their happiest, healthiest new year.

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #237

When was the last time you climbed over a fence? Not since I was a kid, I think. Never for trespassing, by the way.

Does your pet wear a collar? So Roman, usually yes, but he hasn't for a while because Mom got a new phone number so the number on his tag is wrong. We're poor and printing a new tag is an expense for us. Cookie has a collar (I... think? I'm blanking right now), but not a tag because the tags that are easily available for us to print are too big for her. She's a chihuahua. Even if it annoys her though, she needs one.

What is the first thing on your Christmas wishlist? I have a feeling I'm going to be asking primarily for a gaming desktop PC. This laptop hasn't had the memory to support WoW since the new xpac pre-patch dropped, and I've found I really miss it. Laptops are limiting with gaming, so a desktop would be nice I'm sure.

What would you do if your mom/dad saw a hickey on you? Mom has before. I think she's usually ignored it, but she's made comments before, which just embarrass me. I'd be even more uncomfortable if Dad commented on it.

What could you say is your biggest time waster? Probably watching YouTube.

Are you a sound sleeper? No. I don't even think it matters how exactly I sleep at night, I have sleep apnea so I'm kinda fucked no matter how "well" I think I sleep.

If you were pregnant, who would you tell first? Realistically, Mom would probably find out first. I live with her and I'd be hysterical (in a very negative way), so...

Do you think that you’re good enough for the one you like? Sometimes I do, more often I don't.

Did you speak to your father today? I haven't spoken to my dad since my nephew's birthday party last month.

What is your father’s middle name? John.

When was the last time you had alcohol? It's been a while.

Have you ever met anyone who claimed to be a witch? I know a few.

Do you know anyone with asthma? Me, my mom, and I think my youngest niece.

Have you ever been involved in a custody battle before? No. Apparently around the divorce Dad threatened to fight for custody just to be hateful (this is according to Mom though, who literally hates him), but he never seriously did, which didn't surprise me at all, it's not like he was ever enthusiastic about acting like a dad.

Have any of your siblings ever had a crush on your significant other? I'm sure no. Our "types" are very different.

Any other names your parents planned to give you? The only name I know of is Kathryn.

Are you healthy? Nope.

Which was the last book that really captivated you? Truly and deeply, The Handmaid's Tale.

Have you ever had a teacher you got really close with? This happened with multiple teachers for me.

When’s the last time you spent time with your cousins? It's been years upon years upon years upon years. Honestly, maybe a decade.

If you had to get a piercing (not ears) what would you get? I want my nostril re-pierced.

Ever been kissed under fireworks? No.

The person you fell the hardest for says they never felt anything for you. What do you say? Bullshit.

Is the last person you kissed mad at you? No.

Has the person you like ever made you upset? Sure, we've dated for three years, that's normal to occasionally happen.

Scenario: If you were getting unwanted attention by some creeper, would the person you like stand up for you? I'm certain he would.

When angry, do you get loud or quiet? It depends, I've done both.

Have you ever been in a secret relationship? I suppose you could say that, with Joel. It wasn't an official relationship, though.

Have you ever danced in front of your mirror naked? God no, I appreciate my eyes.

Are your grandparents still alive? No.

Ever been in a car accident? Yes.

Do you like any of Justin Bieber’s songs? None of the extreme few I've heard.

When you were a kid, did you ever like Barney? I sure did.

Have you ever had champagne? Did you like it? No.

Is going mushroom hunting in the woods something that would interest you? I would go looking for mushrooms to photograph, but that's it.

What were you doing the last time you hung out with a friend? Girt's more than a friend, but whatever. We watched TV.

Is there anything about you that might cause others to dislike you? I AM politically judgmental when it comes to serious political issues. For example, I have trouble actually bonding with right-wing people. I can be perfectly polite and everything to you, but you will not be my friend if you, say, are transphobic.

What was the last big change you made to your physical appearance? That would be whatever year it was when I cut my hair real short. I think 2018.

If you have any pets, do they seem to notice when you’re sick or sad? I think Roman notices, at least when I lay down in bed. I very much think he's aware when I cry that something is off.

Are your hobbies something you’d rather do alone or with others? Mostly alone.

Is there anything about yourself that you’re trying to improve? A LOT!!!!! I want to stop catastrophizing, jumping to conclusions, letting anxiety control me, being so secretive about myself for no proper reason... There's a lot.

What are some of your favorite words? Serendipity, tranquility, serenity, felicity, words like that.

Are there any holidays you used to celebrate, but no longer do? Easter, Halloween, and the 4th come to mind first.

Do you watch music videos? Only Rammstein's.

What’s the longest you’ve gone without sleeping? Three days because I was manic. My body no less than gave out, I basically passed out.

Ever clicked on those banner ads that promise a prize for clicking? No, I'm too familiar with how the Internet works. Even as a kid I didn't believe that stuff.

Do you think machines will take over the world? IF things keep up the way they are, I would not be even remotely surprised.

Ever had a weight change so drastic you went to the doctor? No. I've gone through drastic weight loss, but I knew why.

How cold does it have to be before you put on a sweater? Like, 40s. UNLESS there's wind.

Do you usually get your homework done on time? When I was in school, yes.

Do you have a digital camera? I have a Canon.

Have you ever stuck something inappropriate in an electrical outlet? No.

What is your calendar pic for October? I don't have a calendar, just a planner. The months don't have pictures.

Is there a car you REFUSE to drive? You wouldn't see me in a Tesla because Elon can go to hell.

Have you ever lived in a brand new house? Ha, no.

Has anyone ever pulled a gun on you? Jesus, no.

Are there any chairs in your bedroom? No.

Roughly, how often do you get sick per year? Not often at all. Maybe just once.

Do you go to the doctor, using holistic methods, or do nothing when sick? I go to the doctor and/or use OTC meds.

What was the last reason you cried? My psychiatry appointment left me very upset.

Do people who judge bother you a lot? I think it depends what you're judging about. Harmless shit, that REALLY bothers me. If you're judging someone for being gay or something that just totally doesn't matter, then I judge the hell outta you. It very much depends on the seriousness of the matter and the level of obsession.

What about arrogance? Arrogant people drive me absolutely insane, y'all are gross.

Do you know anyone with Type 1 Diabetes? Uh... I know many people with diabetes, but admittedly idk if it's type one or two.

Do you have a lot of pictures of you and your friends? No. I've gotten better about it, but I'm very uncomfortable in front of cameras.

Do you own anything with the Playboy Bunny on it? Nope.

Where is the last beach you went to? Idk, it was probably Carolina Beach.

Have you ever been rock climbing? No.

Do you own a bean bag chair? No.

Are you the one in a group to talk a lot or do you listen? Listen, generally.

Have you ever touched a caterpillar? Oh yes, I loved holding them as a child. I'm more hesitant as an adult because I actually don't know how to differentiate potentially harmful ones from non-dangerous, I just got lucky as a kid I guess haha.

Have you ever met someone famous? Who? Do tell! Nope.

Who was the last person you cried in front of? My mom and niece. I feel bad for Emerson, I was in bad shape and I think she was confused.

Do you think age matters in relationships? If minors are involved, it absolutely does. I don't care what adults do together.

How many times a year do you go on vacation? Do you tend to go to the same places each time? We don't have the money for vacations and haven't since I was a child.

How many times did it take you to pass your driving test? I've never tried it. I don't even have an active permit anymore.

When you’re in trouble, do your parents ever “middle name” you? Mom does.

If you could change one thing about your appearance, what would it be? My weight.

What color was the last vehicle you traveled in? Does this vehicle belong to you or someone else? Navy. It actually belongs to our family friend/landlord, she lent us her old van because our car is toast.

Are you patriotic at all? Why/why not? HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HELL FUCKING NO the USA fucking sucks

Have you ever had to wear a white lab coat before? Was this in school or for a job? Yes actually, during my last college attempt, it was required for lab days in my science class.

Would you ever want to do the same career(s) as your parents? No.

[drakothedragon55]

You remember the devlogs from Kaycee’s Mod? Well, here’s my spin on them for the Apocalyption AU. If they were real, they’d be accessible without Kaycee’s Mod (though still needing to be unlocked.)

— Devlogs and DATA (Part 1/2) —

LOG 1

Today I finally get to do something meaningful with this company. From the day they hired me, all I got to do was bug hunt and playtest weird games from franchises that no one has even heard of.

I know that I’m not the most experienced coder out there, but come on! I can do so much more than what they’re letting me.

Anyways, they’re letting me work on this new project. Inscription, I believe it’s called? I know virtually nothing about it. But hey. I’m sure It’l be more fun than reporting glitches all day.

LOG 2

It’s been a day or two since I started working on Inscryption, and I have to admit: it seems promising. I mean, how many virtual card games are out there? At least it’s not an UNO clone.

I’ve only done small things so far like making sure that certain animations display properly. It’s another 2D game, just like GameFuna’s previous works, but it looks like some 3D stuff will be implemented later on, which is cool.

I’m considering poking around the files when I get the chance. Wonder what other neat stuff I can find in here before it’s inevitably left on the cutting room floor.

LOG 3

So, I was looking through some folders when I found this file that looked out of place. It was labelled as ‘OL_CARD.zip’, so I decided to unzip it. What I got was a single exe file that did nothing when opened. Must’ve been a card placeholder or something?

Anyways, I left it alone because the last thing I want is some higher-up getting mad at me for ‘tampering with the game.’ Besides. I kinda want to look into it some more.

Now all I gotta do is find it. Call me crazy, but it’s not in the folder I last saw it in. I swear, I’m gonna be seriously angry if this is some virus.

LOG 4

ITS FUCKING ALIVE HOLY SHIT

LOG 5

Note to self: redo log 4.

I still don’t know what’s going on, but when I booted up Inscryption, there was this red mass of pixels right outside Leshy’s cabin. I tried interacting with it, and a text box full of gibberish showed up.

I decided to ignore it and check up on the scrybe, and I found that Leshy seemed…off. His personality still isn’t very fleshed out, but he seemed to be on edge. The other NPCs in the area were, too. That’s when I shut off the game.

But that damn red thing was on my desktop now. It couldn’t open a text box with Inscryption closed, so it opened Notepad instead. Let me copy and paste what it said.

H̷e̶l̴l̷o̶ ̴t̴h̴e̸r̸e̵!̸ ̵:̸)̶

I wish I was making this up. Is this some kind of advanced AI? If so, why are they keeping it hidden in this random-freaking file tucked away in the back of a card game?

I have so many questions. And a part of me wants to ask this thing for answers.

LOG 6

Out of every single employee, I’m the one who gets the haunted game. Seems about right considering my luck.

Well, I’m not sure if this thing is a ghost or not. I’ve been talking to ‘Olcard’ by adding text into the code, and it’s been responding with those bugged text boxes. At least it’s getting better at using them.

Whatever it is, it’s really curious about the game and its development. I’ve asked my fellow coders if anything similar is happening to them, and they all give me weird looks. I’m half expecting to wake up any minute now.

I’ve finished up Leshy’s area and I’m working on Grimora’s next. Olcard gave me some good tips when I got stuck, so I think keeping him around a little while longer wouldn’t hurt anyone.

[baddieladdie]

You are my Best High - Part 1

The mineral taste of blood hung in my mouth as I panted so hard my throat ached. I flattened myself firmly against the wall adjacent to the doorway, out of sight of any gunners’ that may walk down the hall. Pulling some shells from a pocket in my fatigues,  I reloaded Justice - my favorite combat shotgun, affectionately named by Penny from Covenant. 

tink tink tink tink

The sound of the gunners’ boots echoed on the metal vault floors - louder and louder - as they approached the doorframe I hide behind. I willed my racing heart to still, my breathing to silent.

“Where’d that little bitch go?” A man’s voice. Pissed and murderous. “You are seriously fucked! You know that? You’re fucking DEAD!” 

Good, at least he’s alone. I breathed in, mustering what courage I had, and jumped from the cover of the wall, facing the mercenaries - V.A.T.S. primed on the pip-boy on my wrist, Justice drawn and loaded. The V.A.T.S program inflated and deflated the bladders of my pip-boy, contorting my wrist until my gun was pointed directly at its target. The gunshots echoing down the hall. The body hitting the cold ground with a heavy thud.

“Whew, I could use some jet after that.” The familiar raspy voice emitted from the room we took cover in. 

“From how I saw it, I was the one who did the shooting," I chuckled, holstering Justice.

“I didn’t need to.” Hancock shrugged, his hands stuffed in his pockets, a shy smile broke as his glossy black eyes scanned her figure. “Handled yourself pretty well, sister.”

“If you want a drug break...” I spoke softly, flirtatiously, picking up on his hint.

“That’s all you have to say, sunshine." Hancock pushed himself off the wall, stumbling slightly, his red frock cloak brushing past me. His smell, that of moss & patchouli lingered near ever so briefly. "Now there’s gotta be some Chems around here somewhere"

“I’ll read that terminal, you check the gunner for anything useful,” I jerked my head towards the terminal in the room we used for cover. 

“Yeah, I can do that” He shot me a wink and waved fingers guns at me. I snorted out a laugh. 

“Oh my god, just GO Hancock” I pushed him gently towards the body. He submitted, throwing his hands up in the air, turning away from me.

His smiles always felt slightly insincere. He rarely shared a true smile, the kind that causes wrinkles. The kind that you feel across your lips and share with your eyes. Surely, the mayor of Goodneigher, who created a safe haven for the lost, forgotten, and cast out would have plenty of reasons to smile.

With little effort, I hacked my way into Vault 95 terminal. There was a single folder saved to the desktop - “Observation Log”. 

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PRIVATE TERMINAL- IF NOT RGUTTIEREZ, LOG OFF IMMEDIATELY

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**Observation Log**

Today marks the fifth calendar year since the residents of Vault 95 and I have moved into the Vault. This will be my first entry.

Today I will sneak out when all are asleep and open the stash of addictive substances that has lay hidden for the last five years. Isolation seems to have proved helpful when addictive stimuli are absent; now to see what such stimuli do the the social order we have created over the previous years.

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“Hey Hancock,” I shouted, listening to the sound of his approach, “That closet the Overseer’s terminal referenced is REAL. And it’s fully stocked with untouched pre-war chems. You down for a treasure hunt?”

“Like you even have to ask, Damn right I’m interested. Let’s find ourselves the high of a lifetime.”

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Hancock admired her toned features that filled out the army fatigues she wore. She picked it off the body of a gunner that was the same size as her. He promised to look away when she had changed, but he’d be lyin’ if he said he didn’t catch a glimpse of her perky breasts. She was, to him, the most beautiful creature of the wasteland. ‘Could be ‘case she had a pre-war physique, undamaged by a lifetime of radiation exposure. 

But it wasn’t worth thinking about. Not unless she wanted to act on those flirty comments she dropped now and again during perhaps more-than friendly banter.

“Has to be just down here,” Her eyes were fixed on the glowing green map displayed on her pip-boy as she led the way deeper inside the Vault. That little piece of tech on her wrist made her a target anywhere. Vault dwellers were often naive, especially in understanding the value of the pip-boy. It was the difference between life and death. He couldn’t count how many times they were jumped during while  traveling together. But she always managed to impress him with her skill in combat.

“Imagine us, here, in a place like this. Pretty sure the Vaults were built to keep riff-raff like us out. And look at us now.” He smirked, pride swelling in his chest.

They walked past the vault quarters and into the large, openness of the cafeteria. From there, stepping over debris and junk, she made her way to a blue-metal door across from a flipped over bench. She kneeled before the door, pulling a bobby pin from her hair, the stand falling to frame her face. Her features were smooth and delicate. Nothing like the course and scarred features his face had been reduced to. In fact, there was little out here in the post-nuclear wasteland that could compare to her.

“Keep an eye out, I’m gonna try to pick this thing.” He nodded, scanning the room for movement. In the shadows, he could hear the scurrying sound of radroaches against tile.

“Alright, just make it quick. I don’t think we’re alone,” He drew his sharpened knife.

Finally, the roach ran into the light. "HA! There you are!" Hancock lunged forward, thrusting the blade into its neck with a satisfying CRUNCH 

 “How’s that lock coming?” He asked, the flag tied around his narrow hips swayed with him as he turned to observe her work the lock.

“Almost….” Her face frowned as she focused.Cute as a button, that one. “Got it!” She smiled, springing to her feet.

“Someone knows their way around a bobby pin.”

“Let's see this infamous Vault 95 stash!”

“Heh, Alright! After you, doll”

The shelves upon shelves were stocked full with a staggering variety of chems and booze. Enough to keep the Goodneighbor Storeroom stocked for years.

“Well, I’ll be,” Hancock admired the dazzling display, a variety of drugs he recognized and few he had yet to try. He rubbed the dust off a barely legible vodka label. “Some of this could scrub the skin off a synth”

“Well, we might as well get comfortable. Care to join me in the dweller quarters?" 

“Lead the way, princess”

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Part 2: Lover's High

Authors Note: This work may get some more edits, but I am satisfied with the progress made thus far. This is part of my Fallout 4 Companion One-shots (Romance <3 )

Thank you for much for your support, it means so much to me!

[kronoose]

Finally an entity with more than one oc

Tw cult stuff/ref and arson probably

The desolation🔥🔥🔥 very long post incoming this is going to be two parts (I'm on mobile so im a shit judge of how this will look on desktop so Imma be safe)

To start we've got my X-Men OC and the youngest of all my oc's at the ripe age of 10

Diane trans fem she/her mutant

she is in X-Men canon the sister to pyro which gives her fire powers more geared towards support focusing on healing and being an endless source of fire for her brother after they've been reunited with in the brotherhood of mutants

So it was a natural and kinda cop out choice to put her here and since she's already in a almost cult in her original canon I started questioning if the Lightless Flame would accept a child that had found the flame Early

Then was like fuck it it's my infodump and there's no canon info to prove me wrong

So Diane found her devotion and gift for the flame when she burned down her families home after a Rather heated(excuse the pun) argument with her parents about her brother being sent away to boarding school

The actual set up was a blur to her but next thing she knew she was hoping foster placements until she was found by the cult of the ligthless flame

Next we've got cooky my oldest oc

Cooky she her

She was hard to truly place as she's an old lady who's the sweetest old granny that you could meet but she's also been around long enough to not hesitate to rock your shit I debated putting her with hunt but she doesn't participate in the game (will be explained with Luc) and the others just didn't fit her so it was here or the end the end just didn't feel right so she went here I imagine she found the ligthless flame rather late in life probably after she found her pain in the ass grandkids (Luc, Ben and doc) seeing the choas and destruction they caused feeding their own gods saw her finding her own path of heated destruction while she guided them

Next we've got Damian

Damian he/they/it (fuck/off)/j demon

Damian was summoned by Luc to be a clean up crew during his earlier crime days

Damian is kinda based off the black butler style demons

Finally for this post we've got my pride a joy blacksmith

Azaren he/him mostly but will respond to most demon

Hes my first good omens oc

Azaren came to be because I saw a pretty sword on google and was hyperfixated on forged in fire so I made a blacksmith demon OC in the world of good omens

I debated putting him in the Hunt because he is a killer for hire as his third job

He also restores weapons for museums and private collectors alike. Along with selling blades that he makes .

He found his devotion for the ligthless flame after his first hit seeing the destruction that he'd caused just rejuvenated him

[lananiscorner]

You know, I keep on forgetting that each route in FE WTH "only" has 16 chapters, unlike the 18-22 in FE3H (and thank the goddess for that). Anyway, thoughts below the cut.

Sorry to hear that this game soured you on a character you didn't used to feel negatively about (Claude).

As for Rhea, please, this game could barely handle badass MILF Judith. If Rhea had more of a role, she'd double the awesome in the game.

Do we ever find out what the letter from Glenn said?

Dedue & Annette is always a great support chain. Glad to see it applies to this game too.

Dimitri wanting to be a mage when he was younger warms my heart (I headcanon Lambert as a Holy Knight and Dimi's birth mom as a War Monk). Also, let's not forget man's one of only three characters in 3 Houses who can learn freaking AURA lol.

"The horse/pegasus doesn’t want to go to the battlefield because she’s worried about Ingrid" - MY HEART! Ingrid's horse = best horse.

Glad to see Ingrid's showing more emotional skill with Marianne than she did with Bernadetta.

Awwww, Rodrigue, you're plenty smart and strong!

"Dimitri once hunted so many animals that they couldn’t fit them all on the sled lol. Felix struggled to get one." - LMAO, just typical Dimitri things.

Raphael getting confused about whether Felix means a real boar or Dimitri reminds me of a piece of fanart I once saw, where Petra overheard Felix about "the stupid boar putting everyone in danger" and immediately started rallying her classmates to go kill the boar that was roaming around the monastery lol.

No words for that Rodrigue & Felix support. Just imagine 500 crying emotes here (I'm on desktop).

Yuri be like "I am looking. Respectfully." XD

It's honestly kind of comical seeing how much thought Dimitri is putting into how to help his people and then on the other side you've got Edel not even wasting a millisecond on it lol.

And Yuri's right. Yeah, access to education is great, but if you gotta work the fields 14 hours a day lest you starve, you're not gonna get much learning in.

Lol, Yuri out here being like "I can take care of your creditors--do you want me to pay them or shank them?"

Agreed. Next spin-off should be a humanitarian aid sim set in Faerghus.

"Annette comes across Dedue training. She insists he takes a break, but he insists on training still because he’s not strong enough.He feels inadequate because he can’t use a hero’s relic." - ;_; Dedue, babe, real talk, you don't need a heroe's relic when you've got Vengeance and gauntlets.

Dedue and Annette really bring out the best in each other.

"Jeralt says washing blood out is more work than it’s worth. Proof that man’s never had a period." - ROFLMAO

Agreed, nice to learn more about Sitri.

Oh wow, I 110% did not expect the game to remember Shez's beef with Jeralt's company. Good job.

"Arval’s not upset if they never learn the truth and promises to be with Shez always regardless." - Awww, that's actually surprisingly sweet.

"I killed Caspar and Bergliez so fast the dialogue didn’t even finish" - LMAO. Go, Dimitri!

Congrats on getting Jeritza. Hopefully he has a good support with Mercedes.

Azure Gleam Ch 13

Alright guys, we're getting close to finishing this thing - like 10 years later, but still here.

MAIN STORY

Ok, guys, the hard battle is over. Dimitri stomping everything is all I have left to do, I hope.

I wonder if I dislike Claude now. He's here and on our side, but I think "ew" and "ugh" when I see him now.

Claude suspects stuff.

Seteth is lecturing Hilda for whining lamo.

Seeing Claude, Rhea, and Dimitri all fight on the same side is cool, even if I find Claude annoying as fuck right now.

I wish Rhea would lead the knights herself, but instead she just gets sidelines so hard in AG. Hopes as a whole tgh.

Oh! No side battles! Not all that mad. Bc that means this'll speed things up a bit lol.

MAP/SIDE BATTLE

Sylvain is admiring Dimitri and Felix and how good of leaders they are. He's hoping he gets his act together soon too lol.

It's cool seeing Byleth and Jeralt around. Rhea's here too. The camp is packed with little blue and yellow dots.

There's a letter from Glenn on the table :(

Seems a bit cheap that Byleth only supports Jeralt and Shez, but can reach A with everyone. Like a cop out.

Honestly, neither of them have a ton of supports (Jeralt or Byleth). A bit bummed, but I guess you get them kind of late. Too bad this game never got a DLC. Byleth/lord supports would've sold that.

ANNETTE & DEDUE B

Annette needs help using Crusher. It's too heavy for her.

Annette thinks she needs to gain weight, but Dedue says that's not everything and is willing to help her out.

He helps her train with a bag of rocks and credits him with the motivation to try.

Dedue hesitates a bit when replying to her though, making Annette curious.

Pretty much a set up for part 2.

ANNETTE & DIMITRI B

Their only support this game.

Annette creates a disaster in the kitchen (or training grounds, unclear). With Dimitri's help. So . . . they tried cooking together? Yeah. That was never going to end well.

Dimitri and Annette both blame themselves. Dimitri "wins" though.

Dimitri wishes he were better with magic, but it runs in the family. He wanted to be a mage when he was younger.

"An old friend of mine would give magic demonstrations." - probably Edelgard?

Annette is willing to help Dimitri learn magic. She wants to get better at teaching. Dimitri really wishes he could learn magic.

Annette really wants to be a teacher.

She encourages him not to hold back. I think he made another explosion. Poor Annette has her work cut out for her lol.

INGRID & MARIANNE B

Horse girls final support.

Ingrid's been trying to figure out what her horse is thinking/wants based on behavior but is struggling.

Unlike Marianne, but, you know, she has help lol.

Ingrid's horse doesn't want to move again, so Marianne comes to help.

The horse/pegasus doesn't want to go to the battlefield because she's worried about Ingrid (and remembering Scarlet Blaze, that sucks, Fuck SB for killing Ingrid)

Ingrid is getting better connecting with her horse, and now will go get to save her friend.

When Ingrid's leaving, Marianne starts wishing for something but doesn't say what, Ingrid guesses horseback riding together and guesses right.

Ingrid credits to spending time with Marianne and getting to know her.

So Ingrid and Marianne are friends now. Good for both of them.

SHEZ & RODRIGUE A

Rodrigue is looking for a book on mercenaries.

When Shez asks why, Rodrigue skirts around it and Shez calls him out.

After a tough battle with Jeralt and co, Rodrigue wants to read up on mercenaries to make sure he understands their tactics better and avoid potential disaster.

Shez is impressed with Rodrigue for still studying after so long.

Rodrigue says he's not as smart as Gautier or courageous as Lambert, so he has too.

Shez says Rodrigue and Felix are close alike than either would admit - they both always want to improve themselves.

(and that Dimitri and Sylvain are like their dad's too)

Rodrigue still feels he doesn't measure up to the other two though :( But I'm happy Shez had such nice things to say about Rodrigue.

MERCEDES & ASHE B

Ashe turned pale while training. He plays it off as nothing, but Mercedes calls him out.

He got a minor injury, which reminded him of seeing a ghost.

Oh, poor Ashe, Mercedes starts playing 100 questions with him - wanting to know what it was wearing lol.

Ashe tells the story - he went looking for herbs to help his sick brother and saw a ghost in the fog. While running away, he got a similar injury.

Mercedes isn't scared of his tale. She's heard it before. In her tale, it wasn't a ghost though, but a shadow. Making Ashe think he saw his own shadow too.

Now Ashe thinks he lived in fear of his own shadow, lamo.

Ashe is like, you should hear this guy's story, and there's no one there.

But this isn't Ashe pulling on Mercedes, but him thinking he found another ghost because there was never anyone else around, lol.

FELIX & RAPHAEL A

Raphael wants to work out. Felix yells at him for being loud and giving him away.

Felix is boar hunting lamo.

Raphael talks about how Petra taught him a special technique. So now we have a Deer and Lion training, talking about an Eagle.

The boar they're hunting is wounded, but Felix is still weary of it.

Felix failed to hunt a boar before.

Dimitri once hunted so many animals that they couldn't fit them all on the sled lol. Felix struggled to get one.

Raphael gets confused when Felix is talking about boar, if he means a real boar or Dimitri lol.

Raphael wants to help Felix get revenge for the boar that got away.

And he attacks head-on, much to Felix's dismay, but he got it. Felix is a bit stunned it went down so quickly.

Felix admits that maybe working with friends helps sometimes. And Raphael is happy Felix called him friend.

This was actually way more entertaining than I thought it would be (Raphael supports can be . . . you know . . . dull or amusing, this one was amusing)

Plus I love hearing the story of Dimitri being an apex hunter as a child and Felix grumbling off trying to bag his own boar and failing lamo.

RODRIGUE & FELIX A

Rodrigue wants to talk. Felix tried to brush him off. And Rodrigue's like shut up and sit down, boy. But nicely.

He wants to talk because neither know when they'll die and don't want lingering regrets. Which, knowing what happens in Azure Moon . . . :(

Rodrigue apologizes for what he said about Glenn. Which I find a bit stupid because he was a grieving father so . . .

Thankfully, Rodrigue gets to explain his thoughts behind it. Acknowledging Glenn's agency in his decisions too.

Felix denies Glenn's agency and can only get Dimitri to say he caused Glenn to die :(

Rodrigue acknowledges that, but asks Felix what he would've done. Let Dimitri die and run away to save himself or do what Glenn did.

Felix gets angry at the idea that saving your own life is cowardice and that, when the time actually comes with something like that, you don't think - only act. So . . . he walked into Rodrigue's trap lol, who'll say then Glenn acted and choose to act that way.

Felix is such a dunce, saying "we'd both survive." Rodrigue rightly accuses him of wanting it both ways lol.

Felix says he understands Rodrigue's way of thinking, but dislikes Glenn's death being glorified.

Felix apologizes too, for his own bad behavior. For hitting Rodrigue.

Felix can't stand dealing with feelings anymore and leaves lol.

I'm sooooo glad this game let Rodrigue have a voice. It was always obvious to anyone with a shred of media literacy what Rodrigue meant, but Hopes let him spell it out.

DIMITRI & YURI B

Yuri's staring at Dimitri. Same. Same.

Yuri's impressed/confused at how quickly Dimitri blended in.

Dimitri's now thinking about the best way to help the poorest (we stan a good king, guys). It's something he's thought a lot about.

He thought medical facilities or investing more in the church (who do more to help the poor than anyone else in this game) would be best, but being around them made him realize that they should get the chance to take charge of their own "destiny."

He wants rulers to actually listen to what the people need best and actually do it rather than what's best for himself.

Yuri says education for everyone is necessary. Dimitri agrees.

But then Yuri makes the point that people won't care about education if they're starving or homeless. (so really, his earlier goals of building medical facilities where people get free/cheap healthcare isn't too far off).

So Dimitri wants to improve quality of life, then build educational reform on top of that.

But of course Edelgard's warmongering is draining money, so Dimitri can't make lives for the common folk better and needs to end the war fast so he can focus on helping people and not keeping little miss imperialist away.

Yuri says if money's the problem, he can use Yuri who can connect Dimitri to merchants and hitman lol. Dimitri's like "no working evil in my name!" He's also cautious about working with Yuri because he's backstabbed people in the past.

Yuri says he promises to honestly work with Dimitri, even protect him, because working with Dimitri will help his dream come true too. So he believes in Dimitri's leadership and vision.

Dimitri says he's grown to trust Yuri too.

Man, I need a sequel game where Yuri and Dimitri work on improving Faerghus together.

SHEZ & FELIX B

So . . . I had no idea I hadn't seen this support yet. I have their A unlocked for a while now too, though, I'll wait to see it since I'm getting support fatigue at the moment.

They're training. Felix insults Shez's footwork. What a typical Felix support lol.

Shez says she has a lot on her mind. Felix calls her a worthless partner if she's training distracted.

And then explains how Shez can't afford to do that on the battlefield (like a mercenary needs telling that lol).

Shez is surprised how much Felix has a read on her.

Felix wants to know where Shez learned how to fight because it's not like a knife or a mercenary.

Shez had a lot of teachers and just picked up stuff here and there. She doesn't use the playbook that knights or mercs usually use.

Shez says she has her unique style which is to her benefit. Felix wants her to teach him. But Shez thinks it's too reliant on the sword Felix can't use. Felix is like try me.

I can agree or refuse to teach him. Obviously I'm agreeing. (I would totally be an ass if it was character I didn't like lol).

Shez comments on Felix's style too - reacting to the say things are playing out.

Shez thinks she'll get stronger too.

I seriously can't believe I let these two sit at B for so long.

ANNETTE & DEDUE A

Annette comes across Dedue training. She insists he takes a break, but he insists on training still because he's not strong enough.

He feels inadequate because he can't use a hero's relic.

He admits he's jealous that others can use such powerful weapons.

Annette's surprised that he opened up, and appreciates that he opened up around her after he tried to dial back and apologize.

Annette talks about how impressed she is with him - his ability to cook and sow where she can't, and his sheer strength despite not using a relic. She thinks he'd be too good if he could use one lol.

Dedue talks about her strengths too - her optimism and how that lifts everyone up around her. Annette is happy if she can help anyone even a little.

Annette made dinner. The bottom of the pot fell out, but she insists that dinner still tastes great.

Someone tell Annette she's not destined to work in marketing lol.

Dedue still goes to eat dinner after hearing that. Brave man.

BYLETH & JERALT B

Definitely one of the supports I was looking forward too.

Byleth has a lot of blood on his clothing and is trying to wash it out and is failing.

Jeralt says washing blood out is more work than it's worth. Proof that man's never had a period.

Jeralt says Byleth reminds him of Sitri when they first meant. She had the same quiet composure and would rather clean a handkerchief she was cleaning than throw it away.

She never laughed or cried either, like Byleth, not at first at least.

Byleth asks why Jeralt is talking about all this now. Jeralt says he's feeling guilty of the lifestyle he's given Byleth - no home, no friends, always battles.

He says life would be different if Sitri was still alive.

Byleth doesn't regret his life and likes having Jeralt around.

It's nice to learn more about Sitri.

JERALT & SHEZ C

Jeralt comes across Shez fishing. Shez is weary. Jeralt tells Shez to relax, but Shez isn't used to it.

Jeralt is like, we're mercs, life happens, it's not personal.

Shez brings up the beginning where Jeralt's Mercenaries wiped out Shez's old company. Glad they're addressing this.

Shez is still upset about it. Jeralt understands now.

He asks if Shez has a grudge. I can choose yes or no. I'm gonna choose yes. I think this Shez would admit to attachments to other people, plus the conflict is more interesting, I think.

Shez talks about how much she liked that group and shares her goals of defeating the Ashen Demon.

Jeralt's like, you just have to let that go now.

Shez admits she's partly relieved because she couldn't defeat Byleth. Jeralt is like, that means you think you could beat me? Shez is like, well, I'd have to try first.

Then Shez helps Jeralt untangle his fishing string and comments on his lack of dexterity.

Jeralt then apologizes about what happened to Shez's mercenary company, especially since it was just too minor lords spewing.

He says he didn't originally plan on killing them, but she (the old captain) came charging in trying to use Jeralt to make a name for herself.

Shez understands, but still seems regretful.

Def hope I can unlock their A in time to see how this resolved (they don't have a B support).

MAIN BATTLE

No side battles this chapter. Onto the showdown at Ailell. Which means fire ground. Ugh. Gonna make everyone a flier that it makes sense for.

They're run into the Black Eagles. The Emperor's personal force.

Claude is there. Man, I gotta play Three Houses again. Every time I see him I'm like "ugh." I did NOT used to think that way.

Wait, is Edelgard actually here? I thought she was some kind of zombie whatever.

TWSITD is there (or mysterious dark mages). Claude is like "you know these people?"

Man, why is Dimitri trusting Claude. Telling him "don't let your guard down." Dimitri wants Claude about the mages. I wouldn't count on Claude's support if he was the only person left.

Even though this IS the only route where Claude's actions make any sense lol. It's definitely in his best interest to put a stop to the Empire's warmongering.

Arval's like, maybe we can learn something this time!

Arval's not upset if they never learn the truth and promises to be with Shez always regardless.

I gotta defeat Duke Aegir and Edelgard. Interesting that she's actually there.

Ohh, persuade Death Knight. They were setting him up to be here, but I didn't know I could recruit him. Makes way more sense than in Houses where you can't. Not surprised you need Mercedes to do it. I always bring her anyways.

Dimitri took out Ladislava right away lol.

Death Knight showed up. I'm beyond seeing him as a scary opponent though lol.

Mercedes defeated the Death Knight as an NPC. Is that automatic or just funny coincidence?

Aegir and Edelgard ran away. Really wish I could've killed Aegir. Killing Edelgard would stop the war too.

I killed Caspar and Bergliez so fast the dialogue didn't even finish lol. Dimitri too strong. They both ran away. Honestly, couldn't care less about killing this version of Caspar.

Oh, cool cut scene. And, ok, it's cool to see Claude and Dimitri fighting back-to-back.

Claude tells Dimitri to run after Edelgard while he holds off the Empire here. Not sure I trust him at all, but like I said, this is the only route where his choices make any sense.

Dimitri has 74 strength lol. No wonder he kills everything so fast.

Cool to get Jeritza though.

xxx

[barkrry]

minecraft beds | harry styles

harry styles x streamer!yn in which you’re a twitch streamer with a following of a couple hundred viewers, and harry (your boyfriend) wants to make a youtube video with you Twitch was your usual domain for creating content, but you also never shied away from creating a YouTube video. Especially when Harry was away and you had a bit more free time. But this had actually been his suggestion.

You were set up at your usual desktop, rubbing your lips together as she glanced over at him at his own desk space. Harry wasn’t a gamer, other than the occasional few games of FIFA on the Xbox - especially if he was chatting to any of the boys. But he knew it was a big outlet for you, helping you through some of your darkest moments.

He was fiddling with the brand new webcam that you had gotten set up above his monitor, a slight crease in his brow.

“We don’t have to do this, H,” you reminded him gently, biting down on your lip as you watched him.

“It was my idea, Sun,” he reminded you in return, blowing you a soft kiss with the warmest smile.

Come the end of recording, you were rolling your eyes at him playfully as you turned off his recording equipment. He had a smug smirk on his face though, tugging you to sit down on his lap as he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered against your skin, as he was rubbing your side. And you couldn’t stay mad at him for long, as you knew both your and his fans would love the content.

The video started on your minecraft character, in its usual skin in a brand new world with your webcam placed in the upper left corner. You were giggling as you spam crouched in your usual greeting.

“Hey, guys! Solaris here and today we’re gonna be doing something a little different-” you paused as sounds of a pig being hurt were being heard. “I’m gonna regret this!” You declared, when the laugh of your boyfriend joined the noises. Changing your point of view in the game, you were now looking at Harry’s character who was punching a pig. “Harry!” You complained, running up and punching him once.

“He looked at me funny!” He declared, as the video switched to his point of view with his own webcam in the upper right. “Hi, lovie,” he smiled happily, as he lovingly punched you in the game.

“Hi, H,” you returned the smile, giggling as you were jumping happily in the game. “Would you like to play minecraft with me?”

“Of course, m’love,” he had the warmest smile on his face throughout the entire video.

It didn’t take you long to find somewhere to build a house, which you quickly set to work on building. Harry was hunting for food, when he let out a yell of surprise. And in the distance from your point of view, you heard an explosion.

“Baby, are you okay?” You panicked, as you were rushing off to find him.

“‘M fine, green thing exploded, took away m’hearts!”

“Y’still got mine,” you reminded him, and the camera definitely picked up on the shy blush on his cheeks.

Getting back to the base, Harry took a wander around as he complimented the vision and style. Before he was laughing loudly, when he saw the bedroom set up.

“Y’didn’t even ask me!”

“Ask you what, baby?” You asked him, as you followed him into the bedroom of your base.

“If we can put our beds together!” He laughed, as he was breaking one of the beds and placing it against a different wall. You gasped, eyes widening as you looked around the two desks to look at him. “What?”

“I didn’t realise you wanted to break up, Harry Styles,” you pointed out to him, as you were hitting his character playfully.

“Y’just snore, so much,” he replied, teasingly as he was laughing.

“Never playing minecraft with you again,” you pouted, shaking your head as you were walking away from him.

What you weren’t expecting however was for Harry to take out his iron sword that you had stolen from a village and gifted to him as a present, and start hitting you with it. Your character dying before you even had the chance to react.

“Harry!” You complained loudly, staring at your death screen, hovering over the respawn button.

“Oh! You had a green thing,” he said, as he was picking up all your items, completely ignoring you. “An emerald… I want one!”

“Harry, you killed me!”

“Sun, baby,” he tried to reason, but you were pressing the respawn button and you weren’t inside the room. Eyes widening as you looked over at the real him, panic beginning to set in. “Baby, I’m sor-!”

There’s a sudden cut, and both face cams were on the screen in their own corners, and the two in-game characters were standing together. Harry was looking a little sheepish, as he licked his lips nervously.

“Minecraft, the game where you can create absolutely anything. But apparently, also destroy your relationship,” you started saying, with a small pout on your lips.

“But most importantly, the game where you can put your minecraft beds together, and have green things explode and steal your hearts,” Harry added, laughing.

“I’ve been Solaris, he’s been Harry. Stream Harry’s House on everything, and we shall see you next time!”

And the video played its usual end card.

Inherfeels: the cutest couple- BUT HARRY DONT KILL MY WIFE

Harrysdimple: oooohmygosh hes so in love with her SMITTEN???

1D4eva: ok his minecraft skin being the fine line outfit??? HOT

S0lar1sfan: ohhhhh harrys gonna be sleeping on the sofa!

[prey-4-me]

Strange Preferences - Part X

Prey Predator x fem!reader

The hunt continues…

Amishta - name, meaning fearless, limitless

Tenahpu - Comanche/nʉmʉ tekwapʉ  word for man

Pabi - Comanche/nʉmʉ tekwapʉ  word for elder brother

Kiande Amedha - Yautja word for xenomorphs (hard meat)

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I’m sooo sorry to the person who has asked 2x to be tagged now… I know how to do it on the app, but I always post this from desktop and I thought I was tagging u but I failed 🙃 i will try to figure it out 🥴

***

Tenahpu stood his ground. You inched through the thick slime to see better. He kept his shield active, but used his other hand to tap his mask. He raised his arm and two arrows flew from it. Their aim was true. One arrow hit each of the things in the place where their face should be.

This angered the beasts more than anything. They screamed in unison, then leapt towards him. Only one connected. Your eyes flew to the other one. The female had gotten up from the ground and grabbed it by its dangerous tail. Both beasts grappled with their respective targets, gnashing their teeth and slashing with their tails. The one was still flinging its blood everywhere. You noticed it seemed to sizzle anywhere it landed. Hot blood?

Tenahpu roared in pain, you recognized the sound. Snapping your head to the source of the sound, you saw that he had been pinned against the wall by one of the hard meat. He was using his shield to fend off its savage bites. It was flinging its tail wildly, trying to stab his head. It finally connected with his helmet, leaving a slash across the front where his eyes were. It stood up taller, changing the angle of its attack. Tenahpu groaned in fear. You gasped.

The female screamed again. Your head snapped the other way. Somehow, her mask had come off. She had been burned in the face with the hard meat’s blood. She went down again. You turned away as the thing finished her off.

Meanwhile Tenahpu had managed to free himself. He and the thing had disappeared, their fighting taking them down the corridor. You could still hear the ruckus as they battled for their lives. You were so afraid you felt you might soil yourself. But you crawled forward, down the ledge towards the fighting… and away from the gruesome sound of tearing flesh and strange, blood curdling calls.

The darkness and heat closed in on you. You started to pant, fear coursing through your body and making your muscles weak. You struggled forward, in search of Tenahpu. Sweating, you made it to the end of the ledge. Looking over it, you saw… nothing. You realized you also could not hear them fighting anymore. Where had they gone?

You were alone. Panic rose in your chest. Crying slightly, you tapped your mask to flip through your visions. You found a better one, suited for the deep dark you were currently enveloped in. You debated what to do. Surely he would return for you?

But. But what if…?

No. You would not entertain this right now. You had to get out of here. You turned around, intending to retrace your steps. Teeth.

It screamed as it realized you noticed it, and lunged at you, arms and maw open wide. Crying out, you kicked yourself backwards, off the ledge. You fell. Hitting the ground, you had the wind knocked out of you. Unable to move and fear mounting, you felt your pulse pounding in your veins. Where was it? You cast your gaze about frantically. 

Nothing. But it was there. Surely it was there. You sat up when you could. Flipping visions again, you went back to the one that allowed you to see the hard meat the best. It didn’t help at all with night vision. All you saw was black. You couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face. Cowering, you looked around slowly, scanning for it.

Nothing. But it had to be there. You shook with fear. Standing shakily, you put your arms out in front of yourself. You took a timid step forward. Another one. You stopped. Did you hear something? Something breathing maybe?

Nothing. Crying in earnest now, you inched another step forward. Another. One more. Silence. It was so heavy it filled your ears, making your head feel heavy. You took another small step and touched something wet. Gasping in total horror, you dropped down to a crouch. Nothing was visible. It couldn’t be hard meat. You reached out again. Finding the wet surface, you felt around, realizing it was a wall. You flattened yourself against it instinctively. Heart beating wildly, you scanned again, looking for anything.

Nothing. Just black, the heavy heat, and the loudest silence you had ever heard. Trembling, you felt for your gun. Something sticky dripped onto your hand. You froze. Forcing yourself to move, you grabbed your gun. It nearly slipped from your hand. Without looking up, you fired, simultaneously bolting forward to avoid the hot blood. A piercing shriek sounded. You fell forward. Rolling, you popped up. But you had dropped your gun.

Frantically turning, you scanned for the beast. It was on the ground, where you had been. It was sitting, facing you. It snarled. There was damage to the upper side of its head where your bullet had connected with it. Its hot blood sizzled on the ground next to it.

Why didn’t it come? It was hesitating. You thought of Taabe as you stared into your death.

Soft clicking sounded directly behind you. A large hand grabbed your shoulder and shoved you aside. You rolled a few feet until you hit another wall. Frantically tapping your mask, you returned to night vision. You looked up — Tenahpu?

Pabi menaced the beast, bare handed. You heard it shriek. He roared in response, and then they were upon each other.

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@coolninjavoid @eclecticpatrolroadlawyer

[maybege]

Would love to see a snippet of Midnight special and/or the PI boba from the tag game you posted yesterday. I say “and/or” cause I’m greedy and am always hungry for more of your writing lol. Hope I’m not too late to request ❤️

This answer is like WAY too late but I am finally back on desktop and back to writing so this is the perfect opportunity to post a bit of a snippet! I will say that I will keep the hot dad!Boba chapters close to my chest until the end but please enjoy a bit of a dirty PI!Boba under the cut 👀 (18+ only pls!)

“Well,” you started again, “I’m the one who has the complaints.”

Now that was a surprise.

“How so?” he heard himself asking, leaning back in his chair, “I thought Dreks was the kind of man dreams were made of.”

You chuckled drily, your hand trailing over a few files on his sideboard. The bow sitting at your waist enticed him and he swallowed. It was not only the bow, the whole of your dark green wrap dress made him think the dirtiest things. Namely how easy it would be to untie it from you.

“He, uh, he didn’t return the favour,” you mumbled before eagerly assuring him, “I did everything you taught me and he … I mean, he came so quickly and then he just showed me the door.”

Fuck the PD, he’d hunt that fucker down himself.

“He what?” Boba growled, leaning forward on his knees. Only at the back of is mind did he register the way your eyes lingered on his thighs, on his crotch, but for a moment he was too offended on your behalf to think of something smug to say.

“I’m sorry of whining,” you said shyly, making your way around his desk until you were standing before him, “It’s just frustrating and unfair and,” you exhaled sharply, “Sorry, it’s just –“

He stood up, your eyes following him and his lips quirked up when he saw you lick your lips. The dress was soft under his fingers as he gently gripped your hip, “No need to apologize, princess. You are more than right to complain.”

His nose brushed against yours and both your eyes fluttered, the proximity too much. “I just want to know what it feels like,” you breathed against him, your lips brushing his, “Sir, please …”

Oh, you knew what you were doing. He realized that with a smirk, the cock twitching in his pants finally not a nuisance but something for you to grind on. And grind on, you did.

Your lips were soft and pliant as you moved against him, your fingers gripping his white dress shirt tight as you tried to get him closer, the slit of your wrap dress not covering your leg anymore.

“C’mere,” he rumbled, tipping his fingers under your chin. He loved the way your breath hitched and your eyes fluttered when he did that. And what he loved even more was that now you were the one to press your lips against his, all pliant and needy and oh so lovely.

“Lock the door,” he rumbled, “It’s my lunch break and I feel like getting something to eat.”

[sehunniepotwrites]

a day of firsts | j.jh

🎄SYNOPSIS— You didn’t think your first day back at NC Toys would lead to a  boy asking you out on a date, but hey, you weren’t complaining, even if he was dressed in a Nutcracker suit. 🎄GENRE— christmas!au, fluff, humor 🎄PAIRING—jung jaehyun x female!reader 🎄WARNING—cursing, sexual innuendos  🎄WORD COUNT— 2633

It was the first of December and you were heading to your favorite seasonal job: a worker at the famous NC Toys. 

As a lover of Christmas, your younger self always dreamed of working at that famous toy store. You had made so many cherished memories there with your family— moments running through the aisles, waiting in line to talk to Santa, drinking hot chocolate to keep yourself warm, and playing with the people dressed in nutcracker costumes. You loved it all and now, you were about to start your second season at the shop. A rush of excitement hit you as you gave yourself a last-minute check in the mirror. 

You smoothed down the material of your work uniform: an ugly Christmas sweater with a red flared skirt that ended an inch above the knee. Placing a beanie over your head and slipping on your winter coat, you grabbed your bag and keys with a skip in your step.

Locking the door to your apartment, you hurried your way down the staircase and into the winter cold. Something cold nipped at your exposed nose and you looked up to see small specks of snow fall from the sky. A wide grin took over your lips— the first day back on the job and it was the first snowfall of the season. 

You extended a hand towards the sky, hoping to catch a snowflake on your fingertips. Unaware of your surroundings, you weren’t able to catch a tall figure charging his way down the sidewalk. His strong build bumped into yours, sending you down into a pile of snow. The cold seeped through your stockings, wetting the material and you groaned— what would your manager say when you clocked in with a damp uniform? 

“Ow, my shoulder,” a deep voice whispered.

You looked up to see a bundled up man with a bright red coat hanging on his forearm stopping in front of you for a second. He had a black beanie covering his flattened caramel hair but the tips of his red ears peeked out of the hat. You only caught a glimpse of his face but he sure looked handsome in his laid-back fit. He made no moves to help you up— he only stared blankly at your fallen form. 

His dusty eyelashes flickered against his rosy cheeks as he blinked at your figure. “Why are you just looking at me like that?” You whined, slipping on the snow as you attempted to get up. 

His brown eyes widened and the boy quickly bowed his head as he continued his way down the walkway. 

“I’m sorry!” his melodic voice called out. If it weren’t for the unfortunate situation, his voice sounded as sweet as the treats left for Santa. 

“Hey!” you glared at him from your place on the freezing ground. “The least you could do is help me up, you asshole!”

“Sorry,” the handsome boy yelled over his shoulder. He gave you a bright grin, a silver of a dimple coming out to play. “I’m running late for my first day at my new job!”

You watched his figure disappear as you pushed yourself off the sidewalk. “Ugh, how rude,” you muttered as you brushed the snow off your clothing. After checking the floor for any dropped items, you continued on your way to work. You took a second to check your watch for the time and you gasped to see that your shift started in less than fifteen minutes.

Cursing, you quickened your pace, trying to ignore the cold air hitting your skin. You ran into many people along the way as it was the first weekend of the Christmas season; many families were out and about carrying shopping bags filled with intended presents. You murmured more than a couple of half-hearted apologies before you finally made it in front of NC Toys.

Your hands rested against your lap as you huffed for air. Your face was flushed with heat as you tried to calm down your pounding heart— a clear reminder to get back in shape in case this happened again. 

Glancing up, your eyes landed on the teddy bear shaped door handles and the rush of childlike excitement returned. You pushed the doors open only to be hit with the warmth of the store’s heater and Christmas music blasted through the speakers. The bright holiday displays were already set up and parents gathered their children in front of them for pictures. The sounds of delightful laughter filled the room as you continued your way to the back of the store. The familiar scents of gingerbread cookies and peppermint reached your nose and you breathed it in while passing the store’s famed cafe, making a note to drop by during your break. 

You took a glance at a decorated stage in the middle of the store. It was surrounded by nutcrackers and fake pine trees but the stage itself was empty— that was weird. You didn’t remember this set up last year. Shrugging that thought off, you continued going on your way to the back, walking by all the thrilled children waiting to meet Santa. 

Successfully making it into the employee break room, you stripped yourself of your outerwear and  set your belongings down in a locker. Just as you were going to clock in, someone pounced on you from behind with a high-pitched giggle. You knew that voice anywhere.

“Joy!” you squealed, tugging your friend into your arms. Your tall and beautiful friend laughed into the embrace, happy to be reunited with her work wife.

“Second season in a row, baby!” she yelled as she clocked in on the desktop. The system deployed her first assignment and she stepped aside for you to do the same.

“The dynamic holiday duo is back,” you chuckled while clocking in right on time. You grabbed your first assignment and groaned.

“Aww, why the groan?” Joy asked, peeking over to see what you were deployed to do.

“Clean and monitor the stage area, how boring,” you muttered. “Guess they have too many people on the floor right now.” 

Your friend hugged your side, “Aww, I’m at registers but at least you get to see the new nutcracker!”

“Who?” You raised an eyebrow at her. 

“There’s a new nutcracker this year— oh my god, even with all that blush on, he’s so hot,” she said, fanning her face. “Perfectly sculpted face and from what I saw, pretty nice arms, too.”

“First day back and you’re already on the hunt for eye candy?”

Joy gave you a pointed look, “Listen, if you saw him, you would totally fall for him, too.” You rolled her eyes at that comment. You were there to work and Joy was obviously there for other pressing reasons. 

“Mhm, what I’d do just to lick his candy cane,” she muttered under her breath. 

Shrieking, you slapped her arm. “Joy!”

“With a peppermint cond—”

You let out a louder squeal, hands moving to clamp her mouth. 

“I’m just saying,” she said into your hand, licking your palm when you kept it on her mouth for far too long. Wiping your now wet hand onto your skirt, you glared at your friend and she innocently smiled back. 

Someone from behind cleared their throat. You and your friend turned on your heels to find your manager on duty, Kyungsoo, giving you an unamused look. “Day one of the job and I already find you two gossiping like little school girls instead of working?”

Joy sent him a sheepish smile, “Sorry, boss.” You repeated her apology in the same tone, hands playing with the edge of your red velvety skirt. 

He sighed and pointed his finger to the door. “Go,” he commands with an authoritative voice and you scramble out the room with Joy right at your tail. You stopped at the stage area, surprised to see more nutcrackers on display than what you saw just five minutes prior. 

Huh. Weird.

Joy let out a flirtatious giggle the moment she skipped past, shooting a wink at you. Or behind you? You honestly weren’t too sure. Someone coughed behind you but you only saw the stationary nutcrackers. 

Did someone pass by? 

Shrugging at the odd interaction, you sighed upon seeing the area you were assigned to clean. Loose Christmas ornaments surrounded the fake trees, the ropes lining the stage were in the wrong place, and the uniforms of the nutcracker displays weren’t as prim and proper as they usually were. One by one, you hung the ornaments back onto the trees and aligned the ropes, taking you around ten minutes. You whistled along to Christmas songs playing in the background mimicked the announcements that rang through the speakers, having them memorized since the last season. It was an odd habit but it helped fill the void of working by yourself. 

Glancing at your watch, you had ten minutes until the first nutcracker show of the day— you pondered if the new guy Joy was talking about would be part of the spectacular. Stopping yourself, you wondered why you even cared— you were there to earn money not to get attached to a pretty boy that just stood there to take pictures.

Walking to the first of the nutcrackers, you started to fiddle with its skewed uniform. Taking note of its condition, you noticed that there were rips in the costume and faded paint on its face. You clicked your tongue— you had to bring that up to Kyungsoo later. It looked sloppy compared to the shinier ones on display. 

“Five minutes until our Nutcracker Spectacular! Please come to our center stage!” Joy’s cheerful voice boomed through the store’s sound system. You heard the chatter of the crowd approaching your area, sending you into a panic. You needed to finish up with the last nutcracker before the audience arrived.

Making your way to the one standing closest to the stage, you realized this nutcracker looked different than the others lining the area. It’s face was so realistic— it almost looked like a real person. The nutcracker has the brownest of eyes and full eyelashes that highlighted his glossy orbs. There was this rosy blush painted on its cheeks along with a constellation of freckles that brought out the nutcracker’s porcelain complexion. Soft tresses of caramel hair peaked out of its long black hat and you felt tempted to comb the stray strands back but you were running extremely low on time. 

“Geez, this one is such an upgrade compared to the other ones. It looks so real. We need more nutcrackers that look like this,” you said to yourself.

If you were paying more attention, you would have seen the figure you were working on holding back a chuckle.

Your hands immediately reached out to dust some snow off the nutcracker’s chest. Why the display had traces of snow on their uniform, you didn’t know— they never made their way outside the store. Straightening the medals on its breast, you realized this display was sturdier than the others. Must be new material. 

Your nimble fingers danced to the nutcracker’s high collar to fix a piece of stubborn material that was folded down. The warmth of your hand brushed against its neck and you thought you were seeing things when the nutcracker slightly shifted. You blinked before carrying on.

The crowds were approaching fast and you were almost finished. You tugged on the red coat’s sleeves, making sure there were no wrinkles on the material before stepping back to admire your handy work.

“Wow, this one’s really handsome,” you said aloud, before moving forward to fix one last crooked medal. 

Just as your hand touched the decoration, it— rather, he spoke. “Ma’am, I know I’m handsome but could you please stop touching me?” 

“Jesus fucking Christ!” you shrieked so loud, the incoming crowd all turned in your direction. You clamped your shaking hand over your mouth and backed away. 

The boy in the nutcracker sent you a quirk of a smile, the tips of his pink lips turned up to reveal a dip in his painted cheek. “Yes, that is the name of the Christmas birthday boy,” he amusedly whispered. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you hissed back, heat rising to your cheeks. 

“And stop a cutie from calling me handsome? Nah,” he teased, his tone playful and flirty. Aware of the crowd and the Christmas Carol loop stopping, you quickly turned your head and began to walk away. You were stopped, however, by a warm hand to your wrist. It was a minimal movement, not to attract the attention of the big crowd— he didn’t want to ruin the magic of the upcoming show.

“Wait,” he muttered, doing his best to keep his lip closed. “I just wanted to say sorry for bumping into you earlier, I didn’t want to be late for this— I’ve wanted this job for a while.” 

Your eyes searched his sincere ones as his ears flushed with a burning red. “You were the rude guy from before,” you stated in a hushed whisper, your mind flashing back to the handsome stranger. 

“Can I make it up to you?” He tugged on the sleeve of your ugly sweater.

“How would you do that?” your voice flirted back. Wait, where did that confidence come from?

“We clocked in around the same time, yeah?” You nodded in reply.

“How about we take our break together at the cafe? Grab some some cookies and hot cocoa— I’ll pay,” he shyly offered, his confidence disappearing for a short moment. If he wasn’t on stage with an audience, he would be rubbing the back of his neck to deal with his sudden burst of nerves.

“Sounds like a date,” you giggled. The boy released the material of your sleeve, his fingers lighting brushing against yours. You squeezed your hand at the fluttering feels that sent shivers down your spine. 

“One minute before our Nutcracker Spectacular!” Joy’s voice ran through the speakers again.

“Well, I’ll be watching, Nutcracker,” you winked. 

“Jaehyun,” he blurted back.

“Hmm?”

“That’s my name,” he smiled, “Jaehyun.”

“Well then, break a leg, Jaehyun.” Another wink and a smile and you quickly make your way out of the crowd to stand behind the bustle of people. 

The show goes off without a hitch— the children were amazed at the handsome nutcracker coming to life when a girl playing Clara came on stage. They sang familiar Christmas songs, danced with gorgeous smiles on their faces, and laughed happily at the audience interactions. You had fun simply watching them from the back. The best part, though, was when Jaehyun would look over at you and charm you with the brightest grin as he sang. 

Jaehyun braved himself to sing a line with his gleaming eyes directed straight at you. “All I want for Christmas is you,” his baritone voice projected through the microphone. You bit back a smile as he sent you a shameless wink. A few teenage girls in front of you swooned, thinking it was for them, and you shook your head with a ghost of a smile.

Maybe keeping the stage area clean wasn’t that bad of an assignment as you thought it would be. After all, you had some great eye candy in the form of a handsome nutcracker that kept glancing your way.

Checking your watch, you had another two hours until your first break and you couldn’t wait for it to come. And by the looks of it, Jaehyun couldn’t wait either. 

What a way to ring in the holiday season— first shift back at your favorite job, first snowfall of the year, and a first date with a cute nutcracker who won your heart with a corny Christmas song.

🎄AUTHOR’S NOTE— happy december 1st, y’all! i wrote this a month ago and i’m so happy i can finally post it! more fics coming your way this month! stay tuned! uwu

[secret-rendezvous1d]

“You owe me.”

hello, hi!

recently found a new bloke to crush on during lockdown, can’t stop watching him on the telly, can’t stop my imagination from running wild with creative writing ideas so here i am. yadda yadda yadda. this was all said before.

the previous story, linked here, has no link to this story and was supposed to be a one-off but it went down well and there was some lovely feedback given for the story and it made me want to do a second. i guess we’ll still have to see where it lands me afterwards because it’s still a new subject to talk, write and read about for my followers.

thank you. enjoy.

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“you owe me” spencer reid x female reader (reader insert imagine) word count; 2.4k.

* if you haven’t watched criminal minds then this does contain some spoilers to the show that you may want to dodge if you are thinking of starting the series up. *

summary; the quiet night in the bau that everyone thought would last isn’t so quiet after all.

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It was pretty rare for the Behavioural Analysis Unit to have a quiet night in the office.

No phone-calls made from police departments across the borders to insist their appearance on a case, no overdue reports to file after a lengthy case that took days to work out, no expected (or unexpected) visits from agent Strauss as she came to hunt for the next person who had done something that didn’t suit her and there were no briefings up and coming to fill everyone in with a case they were presumably due to work on once they were called. There was no reason for them to stay behind, sit around like sitting ducks, and play the waiting game for the next phone-call or the next time Hotch left his room with a file full of evidence or a new fax that came through requesting the help of an analysis unit with a serial killer case that had everyone else running ragged and tearing their hair out in frustration.

When Hotch left his office and disappeared behind the door of Rossi’s office with empty hands and a concerning look on his face, everyone had a hint of disappointment pinching at their faces, a sense of curiosity lingering in the air as to why he went to Rossi rather than calling a briefing so everyone could hear; was there a case that was about to take their potential free night away from them? Was it something personal and he wanted a second opinion on a case that came through? What was happening and where would they be going?

When he left the office, hands gripping the rails of the balcony and eyes trying to skip over everyone as they tried to pretend to busy themselves as if they weren’t being nosey and chatting about what the business would include, a cough brought the office to a standstill. Even in YN’s office, her fingers stopped typing on the report JJ had asked her for and she could see, through the small slit in the blinds that covered her windows, Hotch standing tall and ready to address everyone. 

“I think it’s safe to say that it’s been a quiet afternoon here in the unit. We’re allowing you to go home for the evening but we’re asking you to keep your phones on you in case of a sudden request for our appearance,” he informed, a slight smile bringing the corners of his lips up into a small curve, “have a good night and we’ll report back tomorrow morning, if not before.”

It felt like the end of a school day. When you’d been granted leave early from the teacher in charge because there was no more work left to do, with the rush of excitement as everyone packed up their desks and rushed out the door to get as far away from the classroom as possible.

As soon as Hotch disappeared back into his office and closed the door behind him, half-full coffee mugs were left behind on the counter in the kitchenette and desktop computers were logged off and chairs were left where they’d been dragged to and coats were grabbed from the coat rack because everyone was in a rush to enjoy the one rare evening where they didn’t have to worry about work and rushing to finish deadlines. Garcia had her bag packed and was already saying her goodbyes with Kevin waiting outside for her, Morgan had his coat zipped up his body and was already almost out the office, Prentiss finished the last of her coffee in her tall mug before she disappeared to grab her bag from the briefing room, JJ was packing and piling cases up on her desk in her office before she said her goodbyes and Spencer slipped the strap of his bag over his shoulder and gave an awkward goodbye before leaving his desk.

YN kept her door open so she was able to involuntarily smile when Hotch declared they had the night off; the one night where she didn’t have to worry about Spencer not coming home because a case went into overdrive or because he was in danger with the rest of the team, the one night where she could go home with him and have him spew facts in the passenger seat of her car as she drove home, the one night in a long time where they could make plans before they got to the front door and argue over what they’d do for the evening, the one night where she could sleep peacefully and not have a million questions running through her mind as she laid down because the answer to her questions could be given by the sleeping soul beside her in bed. So, when she heard the gentle footsteps outside her office and saw the expected head of messy hair and face homing a cheeky smile, her belly tingled with butterflies because their night started now.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah, I’m just signing something off for JJ and then I’ll be ready,” YN smiled, her chair creaking beneath her as she tucked herself back under her desk and let her fingers tap at the keys of her keyboard. He stepped into the office and closed the door behind him, a click filling the room as he sat down in the chair opposite her and crossed one leg over the other, watching her as she finished the last of her work. “I didn’t ask for an audience.”

He chuckled and held his hands up in surrender, her eyes darting from the screen of her computer to his eyes that were still looking at her.

“I don’t get to see you in the work environment. I’m just enjoying the view,” Spencer admitted, unhooking the strap of his bag from his shoulder and letting it drop to the floor beside the leg of his chair, “what are we doing when we get home? What do you fancy doing?”

“Whatever you want to do. The first night in a long time where you aren’t surrounded by a working case,” she suggested, the clicking of the keyboard keys coming to a stop as she forwarded the report to JJ and closed the tab for the day. Her hand rolled over her mouse, clicking buttons on the screen as she logged off and watched the screen before it went black. “I would like to grab a sandwich from the cafe down the road before we head home, if that’s okay? I’ve been craving a chicken salad sandwich and fries from them all day.”

“Why didn’t you say anything? I’d have ran out to get you something for lunch,” Spencer frowned, standing to his feet and reaching down for his bag, hooking it back round his shoulder and letting it fall down to his hip. The collar of his shirt tucking underneath the leather that he sorted out when it felt a little strange against his neck. YN stood to her feet, stretching upright to remove the kink from her back, because sitting at a desk and on a computer all day lead to back aches that lasted for days, letting soft mewling sounds leave her lips. “I can give you a massage when we get home. You look achey.”

She shrugged her jacket over her shoulders and zipped it over her chest and stepped around her desk, his body coming into close contact with hers and at such close proximity enough for her arms to wrap around his neck, fingers combing through the hairs at the nape of his neck as she brought his face down to her level. Lips pressing against his in a quick kiss.

“We could take turns?”

“Sounds good to me,” he grinned, pressing another kiss to her lips before retracting and standing up straight, hand instinctively reaching for hers, “let’s go before we jinx it.”

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“Three hours in and nothing.”

“It feels - yeah, it feels good,” Spencer grinned from his space on the sofa, stretched out over the expanse with his feet kicked up on the table. His signature mismatched socks pulled up over his ankles, which didn’t pair well with the shorts hanging from his hips and stopping at his mid-thighs nor did they match with the rather extravagantly-patterned buttoned shirt (which was unbuttoned this time around) showing all chest and not hiding anything from the human eye. “Three hours and we’re still here. Are you coming to sit down or not?”

She nodded, scraping the plates free of its crumby remnants into the food waste bin and setting the plate in the washing up bowl full of soapy water, the cutlery scratching the china as it slid down and plopped into the water with a splash. Her feet dressed in wool winter socks that had her slipping on the kitchen tiles with each footstep she took closer to the living area, one of Spencer’s old and ratty t-shirts hanging down her body, barely hiding the lace knickers she had on her hips.

“I’m surprised we made it this far,” she sighed, straddling his hips and settling herself comfortably on his lap, “in fact, I’m surprised we’ve not had a surprise visit from Derek with beers under his arm.”

“Might have told them we didn’t want any interruptions,” Spencer said sheepishly, his soft palms cupping her naked hips and letting his thumbs rub circles into the soft skin beneath the lace lining, “the first night I get with you, where we get to be alone, I’m not sabotaging that. We’re taking full advantage of our alone time.”

The next morning would be torture, she said to herself.

As soon as the agents worked out what they didn’t want to be interrupted from (which, YN assumed, wouldn’t have taken them that long to figure out),  the amount of teasing and joking around would become unbearable throughout the day. The cheeky comments that came mid-conversation, the knowing looks that they give when they see Spencer within the closest proximity of her, the whispers they give each other to add fuel to the fire.

As much as she loved her colleagues, their sex-life and what they did in ther personal time didn’t need to be brought into the work place as a topic for them to talk about.

“Get ready for some relentless teasing then,” YN admitted, shoving his shoulder with a gentle fist, “for a genius, you are a bit of a muppet sometimes.”

He grinned shyly.

“Come on, all this talking is wasting precious kissing time,” he said slowly, using his hands to adjust her hips to brush over his lap, bringing her closer so he could cover her cheeks in numerous and loving pecks, “here or the bedroom?”

“We’ll waste precious kissing time if we move from her to the bedroom,” she whispered against his mouth, “here is fine.”

It felt good. So very good. So pleasantly good to have his hands touch her and violate her in such a way that she loved him to, to have him melting under her as she kissed him so deeply and so passionately and tugged at his hair like he hated it on his head, to have him with her in a moment of passion which lacked in their household with the jobs they had. Her hands touched his chest, his hands caressed her breasts, his lips moulded with hers and her legs latched onto him like she was hanging on for dear life. Moans, groans, grumbles and murmurs leaving the small bubble they were consumed in, all signs of enjoyment to a moment they knew was coming…

… or would have come if it wasn’t for the consistent ringing that filled the apartment with a different sound...

YN felt certain that someone was holding a grudge against them… if not them, then, definitely her.

It had been three hours since they had stepped foot through their front door with the hopes of having an early night and a date-night at home with no interruptions. Three hours since they finished their takeaway meal in her car because she was too hungry to wait till she got inside. Just under three hours since they took a bath together under candlelight and just under three hours since he read to her in the bathroom, on something she had no clue about, as she massaged his shoulders with massage oils. Two hours since they sat in their underwear and ate the last of the lemon cake in the fridge, a cake they’d been saving for a decent occasion, and it had taken two hours to build the sexual tension.

“I swear to God-”

“It’s probably just a cold-caller. Leave it alone,” Spencer whispered, his breath hot over her collarbone as he continued dragging his mouth across her neck. Sucking on the tender skin, leaving bruises and bite marks in his wake as he moved down her chest, hands holding her hips tightly as he moved his hips against hers. “If it’s someone from the unit, they’ll call again.”

Leave them to call again.

Of course they called again; who was Spencer kidding?

“Hello?”

“Reid, we need you and YN back here at the office, immediately. We’ve been called in on a case, an hour flight from here, the wheels go up in two hours. It’s urgent so as soon as possible, please”

YN could hear Hotch’s expressionless voice drift from the speaker of Spencer’s phone and her stomach dropped. Of course, it was just their luck.

“You heard him…”

“I know,” she frowned, forearms resting on his shoulders as her fingers toyed with the wet hair at the nape of his neck, “you owe me. You owe me all the sex, all the kisses, all the cuddles and all the love in the world after we get home.”

“Absolutely,” he grinned, patting her thighs as an indication to stand up, “let’s go crack a case, partner.”

And with that, they rushed back into the bedroom without an inch of haste and dressed themselves as appropriately as they could. Shirt and a tie and slicked back hair for Spencer which made him look like he’d had a boring night at home and a blouse (which effectively meant YN had to go through the mission of covering up the hickies and the bite-marks that littered the entire base of her neck) and work trousers and a mess of hair she couldn’t just sort out in five minutes which made her look like she’d been dragged through a hedge backwards.

Another busy night in the books.

[archangelgabriellives]

Rich Appreciation 2020, Day 7

Fandom: Driven

Word Count: 1170

Pairings: Roger x Reader (platonic)

A/N: Holy shit i did it. A year and a half after I started this fic, I have finished it. This is a huge deal for me. You have no idea. I'm so proud of myself for finishing this thing! 😊 I know that nothing happens in the last few chapters but I'm just so happy its done. I hope you liked reading this funky little story

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<- Chapter 6

Chapter 7: Hospital AU

The sun still hadn't risen by the time Roger and Y/N were up and moving. Roger had been apologetic about his sleep cycle, saying that with hunting demons, sleeping in was a luxury he couldn't usually afford. Y/N had only grumbled nonsense as she shuffled into the bathroom. 

As they checked out, Y/N was nervous. She found herself staring at the lone hotel clerk, waiting for the eyes to flash black, for a wild swing of a knife or a punch. Roger, having noticed her anxiety building back in the room, and had given her a vile of salt to keep in her pocket, and Y/N held onto it like a lifeline.

She clutched it tight, lid open and ready to send it flying at a moment's notice. The poor clerk only raised an eyebrow at Y/N’s death stare as he passed Roger’s change back to him. There was no attack, and after a quick apology from Roger, he was pushing Y/N out the door.

“Bit testy, there, Rambo?” Roger laughed, slapping Y/N on her good shoulder. 

Y/N scoffed, “Well, can you blame me?” She shook her head. “It’s gonna take me forever to forget yesterday.”

“Don’t worry about it too much,” Roger said as he took her arm in his, elbows locked together as they walked down the empty sidewalk, their shadows long in the streetlamp light. “Those demons,” Roger leaned close with a smirk, “for lack of a better term…”

Y/N rolled her eyes and chuckled.

“They never stay in one area too long. I think that they’ll all be out of town soon. Same for me,” Roger uttered. “I have to follow where they lead, until I fix what my family broke.” He rummaged in the pocket of his long overcoat, pulling out a folded piece of paper. “This is a protection symbol. They really hate it. Paint it on the floor and hide it under a rug. It’ll do the job if they ever come back.” 

“Thanks,” Y/N said softly as she took the paper. She snuck a peak, not understanding any of the symbols that encircled the paper but truly thankful for what Roger had given her. She put the paper in her pocket, and exchanged a look with the man that Y/N hoped portrayed the gratitude that she felt. “So, what are you gonna do now?”

“Well,” Roger sighed dramatically, “first thing is we need to get you some real care. Not that my immaculate stitching isn't something to behold.”

“Yeah, you can do amazing things with mint dental floss,” Y/N joked.

“Mmm hmm,” Roger agreed with the jab and continued on. “There’s a walk-in clinic a few blocks away. It’s 24 hours, so we should definitely get you in there.”

Y/N agreed, nodding her head as they walked. “What about you?” 

Roger only shrugged his shoulders. The light smile faded from Y/N’s face, and the two of them walked on in silence as the sun slowly rose over the horizon.

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The two stood just outside the clinic, the sounds of the morning rolling around them. 

Y/N shuffled on her feet, not quite sure how to walk away from the man who had helped her so much in the past 12 hours. 

“Do you need me to come in with you?” Roger asked, breaking the awkward silence between them.

Y/N opened her mouth, closing it again without saying anything. She hummed in her throat, not entirely sure she knew how to answer that question. “Umm…” she hesitated, “well...I’m sure I'll be ok.”

“Ok,” Roger nodded, clearly thinking that Y/N still had some anxiety about walking away.

Y/N sucked in through her teeth. “So…”

“Yep.” Roger kicked a small pebble by his foot, and another moment of clumsy silence passed between them.

“I guess...I'll head in then.” After a quick second to think about it, Y/N stepped close, and placed a gentle kiss on Roger’s bearded cheek. “Thanks,” she said, pure gratitude sparkling in her eyes. Y/N smiled as she saw the pink tinge of embarrassment spread over Roger’s face. 

“For what?” Roger asked, a little taken aback as he lifted a hand to his cheek. “I didn't do anything special.”

Y/N’s smile shifted to something a little more knowing, brows rising in almost a teasing challenge. “Bye, Roger,” she said. “I’ll see you around.”

She turned on her heels, heading toward the automatic doors. 

“Under better circumstances,” Roger called after her. He gave her a small wave when she turned to send him one last goodbye salute with her good arm. He adjusted his bag on his arm, then with one last sigh as Y/N disappeared behind the double doors, turned south and started walking. There were demons to stop, and Roger had no time to rest his feet.

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Despite the early hour, Y/N noticed a lot of hustle and bustle in the clinic lobby. A few groups of sad looking people sat in cheap chairs, coughs and quiet murmurs filling the room. Nurses walked from between double doors that led to the exam rooms. There was even a tall doctor speaking to a worried couple in the corner. 

“Excuse me,” Y/N spoke quietly as she walked up to the nurse typing behind the front desk, some 70’s classic rock playing on a small desktop stereo playing beside her. “I think I need to see a doctor.” 

Without even lifting her eyes, the nurse fell into a well rehearsed script. She pulled out a clipboard with a few preplaced pieces of paper. “Fill out these forms,” the nurse wearily spoke, handing the clipboard over the polished countertop. “We’ll call you when the doctor is ready to see you.”

Y/N reached out with her good hand to grab the offered paperwork, and when her fingers touched the clipboard, a shock of electricity caused her to drop the offered board, and the nurse behind the counter hissed like she had been burned by a flame, eyes wide with surprise. After a second of the two of them staring in shock at the other, the nurse’s face fell from surprise into a look of sick elation. 

She laughed, a vile, disgusting sound that echoed in Y/N’s ears. 

“Oh, this is too perfect,” the nurse spat, a twisted smirk slipping into place with ease. 

Y/N stood there motionless, her stomach falling into her feet and her mind going blank. 

With a quiet shink, the whites of the nurse’s eyes flicked black. Only with her newfound instinct, Y/N found herself reaching into her coat pocket, pulling out her only weapon of defense, the small vial of salt that Roger had given her back at the hotel. 

“Well now,” the nurse growled, obviously not afraid of the one thing that could save Y/N. The demon's smile held a promise of more pain to come for Y/N. “I think a room just opened up for you.”

[omgrachwrites]

All I Ask of You - Prince Caspian

Pairing: Prince Caspian x Reader

Summary: On the day before your wedding to a Duke your childhood friend has a proposition for you.

Warnings: lil bit of fluff, angst!!

Words: 1429

Disclaimer: This gif doesn’t belong to me!

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this angsty little number! I forgot how much I love writing angst! Also I can't add a read more because it won't let me edit posts on my desktop! Please let me know what you think, I love you all very much! xxx

It was a beautiful spring morning as you gazed out of the window of the ballroom, watching the sun’s ray’s ripple over the perfect blue water. You had been living at court with your mother for about ten years now, ever since your father died. Lord Miraz had invited you and your mother to stay at his court, your mother had thought he had been very kind but you knew better. You knew it was only an effort to control you; Lord Miraz wanted to control all his guests that he entertained at his court.

Despite living in such a beautiful land, court wasn’t always so beautiful. However, there was one thing that made your time at court less dark but on the morrow you were going to lose everything. You were going to be married the following morning; you were going to be the Duchess of a far off land. Your mother had kindly let you choose your husband, but you knew that you couldn’t choose the man you really wanted. But, there was no use in wishing for him, it wouldn’t change anything.

You heard the doors open and close seconds before you heard a warm chuckle echo in the magnificent room. The sound set your soul on fire and sent a pleasant tingle down your spine; you turned to see the Prince stalking towards you with a smirk on his face. Looking at Caspian was like staring into the sun, he was so beautiful that you could barely hold his gaze for more than a few seconds.

“I’ve been looking for you, Y/N,” he started and you bit your lip, staring at your feet to get away from his smouldering gaze, “you weren’t at breakfast this morning and it’s not like you to miss it. Tell me truly, are you quite alright?” he asked politely as he touched your chin with warm fingers and you looked up to meet his eyes.

Those deep brown eyes were so warm and beautiful that they captivated you completely, you nodded as you wrapped your arms around yourself, “I’m fine, I suppose that I’m just worried about tomorrow,” you admitted, “and my dancing is a little rusty, your Uncle doesn’t hold many royal ball,” you laughed.

Caspian’s eyes flickered with an emotion that you couldn’t quite decipher before he smiled and smoothed a hand through his long hair, “well, I won’t be much help with the first one but I can help with the second,” he offered his hand to you.

You laughed at him, raising an eyebrow, your heart did somersaults in your chest when you realised that he wasn’t joking, “but we don’t have music, we don’t have an orchestra playing for us.”

Caspian rolled his eyes playfully, “I don’t need music,” he laughed and pulled you close and you couldn’t deny that you liked being so close to him.

It was almost as if you were in a trance as you took Caspian’s hand in your own and rested the other on his shoulder. You nodded at him in defeat, “show me then.”

Caspian was such a beautiful dancer and you took full advantage of being in his arms, just this once. Soon enough, all those simple dance steps that you had learnt as a child all came back to you and you felt a bit more prepared for your wedding feast. Even though it was clear, through your dancing, that you were ready, Caspian didn’t let you go. If anything he held you even tighter.

There was a streak of worry across his beautiful face, “what is it Caspian?” you whispered and he sighed, the look he gave you almost broke your heart.

“Do you remember what you said to me beneath the apple tree when we were just fifteen; you had only been at court for a couple of years.”

You remembered, of course you did, and you remembered the cheerful song of the birds and the smell of the ocean. Neither of you had spoken about it and you couldn’t understand why he was bringing this up now, “I told you that I loved you.”

Caspian nodded, “and I told you that I loved you in return, don’t marry another. Please Y/N, stay with me.”

Your eyes teared up as you held onto him tightly, afraid that he would disappear if you let him go for even a second, “I have to get married, I made a promise and I signed a marriage contract. I can’t refuse at the last minute.”

“I still love you,” he said desperately, cupping your cheeks, “marry me Y/N, marry me and make me the happiest man in the whole of Narnia.”

You wanted to say yes because you still loved him too, oh God, how you wanted to say yes to the beautiful man who was proclaiming his love for you, “Caspian, you need to marry a Princess, you the heir to the Throne, you’ll be King one day. Even if we could marry, your Uncle would never give his consent for us to marry and he would kill us both if we married without asking.”

Caspian sighed and led you out onto the balcony so you could both bask in the warm morning air, “run away with me, I would give up the Throne if it meant that I could be with you. I’d give it all up to be with you Y/N. Just think about it, that’s all I ask of you.”

In that moment he looked so passionate that you found yourself nodding, “I promise Caspian, I promise that I will think about it.”

Caspian smiled as he cupped your neck, “if you decide that you want me then meet me beneath that apple tree just before nightfall. If you don’t come then I’ll have my answer and you’ll never have to see me again,” he laid a lingering kiss against your lips and you almost sobbed, clutching his hair as you kissed him back. You couldn’t ignore the painful stab in your chest at the thought of never seeing him again.

You spent the rest of your day going over it in your head, weighing up all the pros and cons. If you went with him then it would be a lifetime of running but you knew that he would love you desperately and that was all you really wanted but you thought long and hard about it. By nightfall, you knew what you had to do.

When you approached him beneath the apple tree Caspian let out a sigh of relief as he grinned and he ran towards you, taking your hands in his, “you’re here! I was so afraid that you wouldn’t come. Where should we go? Where should we live? We can live wherever you want.”

He looked so hopeful that it broke your heart and your eyes filled up with tears, “Caspian, I came because you should know in person, you deserve to know. I can’t run away with you, I can‘t marry you. I want to, trust me I do because I love but I just can’t.”

His face almost immediately crumpled and it hurt so much more than you could have possibly imagined, “Y/N,” his voice broke as he choked back tears.

“I have to do my duty Caspian, I made a promise. I’m so sorry,” it was the last thing that you wanted to say but it had to be said. Fate was a cruel thing indeed, “I want you to be happy Caspian, without me, that’s all I ask of you.”

Caspian sniffled as the tears rolled down his cheeks, “don’t ask or expect me to stand by and watch while you marry someone else because I won’t do it. But, I’ll always love you even if I never see you again,” he pressed his forehead against yours and you could feel your heart break as you saw the tears caught in his long eyelashes, “farewell,” he murmured before he disappeared into the night. He left you silently sobbing beneath the apple tree where you first proclaimed your love.

Caspian was true to his word, at your wedding the following day, he was nowhere to be found. He was said to be on a hunting trip, your new husband smiled at you kindly and maybe you could grow to love him but it could never be the great love that you had experienced with Caspian. You wondered whether you would ever see him again, you didn’t want to live in a world where you never saw him again.

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