#that I hope I get told I have some illness that will kill mr in a couple months

[dreamyberry]

/ 3.7.24

[ilovehugslikealotalot]

This is Her Trying

sum: she sold out every value she holds dear, even a person. That happens to be you. So, one night after Voit’s little game, she speeds to your apartment in hopes you’ll still want her.

(is there a lot of music references? Yes.)

WARNING: BIG ANGSTY, smoking, some fluff?

Emily saw this coming, with the way everything was happening. The BAU hadn’t taken up a case they couldn’t solve, it just seems that now they’ve met their match. Emily didn’t want it to be true, no, she just couldn’t accept that. She was too prideful to give up.

That also meant doing everything in her power to solve this case, even if it meant pushing the boundaries of the law. She hated that she even considered doing it, so why do it at all? That was a question she asked herself often. Sometimes she sat in her chair wondering if Hotch would be disappointed in her. Or if he would tell her that she ‘needn’t worry’ even though she should.

In the midst of all this ‘Gold Star’ business happening, she was also pushing you away. Not noticing the hurt facial expression you made at her clearly not wanting your presence. She pushed you away so much that she had forgotten how much peace you’d bring her. Even Rossi had warned her to go home but she never did listen, she did what she thought was best. But sometimes she couldn’t think for herself.

—

“Shouldn’t you head home to see the Mrs?” Rossi asked, driving them back after Emily had gotten arrested. The truth was, she wanted to go home, she was just too scared that you too would be disappointed in her, and she’d rather not have the person she loved the most think ill of her. “She knows I’m out, it’s fine..” The silver-haired woman grumbled, picking at her thumb nail again. Someday she’d get over the whole thumb thing but now was not the time. All that she was focused on was Brian Garrity being on the top of her list to be killed off if she ever did spiral into madness; which she was already on the brink of.

Dave looked at her with this face, it was his ‘I know you better than you think, please don’t lie to me right now’ face. Emily huffed, groaning as she flopped her head into her hands. “It’s been almost a week and a half, Emily. A hello or hug would suffice” He tutted, even after all these years he still had to teach her fatherly advice.

“She’ll survive, Dave, she’s not going anywhere” Emily seethed, her emotions slightly breaking loose, the Italian took note of her behavior. As he pulled back into the parking lot, he stopped the engine, turning to look at her with a soft expression.

“If I’ve learned anything from my marriages is, never make them wait for you. Because the hardest feeling is choosing whether to wait or give up” He says, exiting the car first to let Emily think.

—

The Unit Chief sat on the rooftop again, the cigarette she was smoking, balanced between her fingers. She only smoked when she was really stressed, that seemed to be almost every day now. You had told her to stop smoking but, old habits die hard.

Ever since that call she had about being on restricted duty she felt like she was completely under the water, she couldn’t breathe. The feeling on being dragged down over and over again was starting to get to her. This definitely wasn’t her first rodeo but it was starting to feel like her last. She kept telling herself to keep pushing and they’d solve this but maybe, for once, they’ve gotten a case they won’t figure out.

The BAU was crumbling around them, the public was already trampling on the name. But if they didn’t figure this out, what was the point of anything? What was the point of all this work if she couldn’t even save herself?

How could she protect her team when her choices were the ones hurting them? She’d been dying inside since Bailey’s death. She couldn’t give up now, she had to figure this out so he didn’t die in vain. But she wanted to give up, it was so much easier to lay down and die.

This isn’t how she imagined she’d end up. A broken marriage, at least she thought so, a broken team, a broken case, everything was tumbling down and she didn’t have the energy to build them back up anymore. She always wondered how some people could die with so much happiness accepting that they didn’t do everything they wanted to. That was one of the qualities that made you fall for her.

She didn’t stop till she got what she wanted. That’s how you agreed to go on one date with her. She was insistent that she was the one for you. At first you didn’t want to, not wanting to be with someone so ambitious since it could end badly, later she showed you that you were the only one she wanted.

Letting out a shaking breath, Emily looked below, the who-ing of the owls seemed to be her only company that night. The stars were shining above her, she was jealous of them. How could they live so peacefully without worry. They were taunting her with their beauty.

Almost like the first time you and her met. She smiled at the memory, her time of youth escaped her but she never seemed to forget it.

~~

You were one of Garcia‘s friends, she met you during one of her baking lessons, and got to know you during one of her cooking lessons. You were skilled in both, your nimble fingers kneading the dough, your hands holding the sharp knife as you made precise cuts on the vegetables.

Emily could’ve never been prepared for the day you’d given Penelope a visit at work. She practically choked on her coffee the moment you walked in. You were stunning, your eyes soft like the morning rain, your face free from blemishes and impurities, even your hands looked extremely agile. Your presence alone cast an ethereal radiance around the room. “Hi, I’m Y/n Y/l/n, it’s nice to meet you…?”

Your brow arched, signaling her to introduce herself, Emily quickly stumbled to her feet with a goofy smile. She was enchanted by your shining grin. Internally, she was panicking so bad she couldn’t even think about what comes out of her mouth next, she was too busy staring at your tits.

“Prentits, Emily” she said a little too confidently, she slapped a hand over her mouth as Morgan barrel rolled on the floor in laughter. Rossi, JJ, and Penelope were snickering in the background. Hotch and Reid stood with shocked expressions, for once, Aaron had cracked a smile.

”I’m sorry! I meant Emily Prentiss, it’s nice to meet you as well” her voice got more silent with each word, the red hue over taking her face. You laughed, “it’s okay, Emily,” you leaned into her ear, “but next time just ask to look at them.”

~~

Emily snorted to herself, still looking into the dark nothingness below her. A soft chuckle escaped her, even the darkness seemed more peaceful than whatever she had going on. In those few minutes that she had stared into the oblivion, she realized, it wasn’t too late to fix things. At least with you anyway, she just hoped that you’d still want her after everything she had put you through.

The guilt of leaving you alone for so long clawed at her. As she now hurried down the halls, she thought of you. That smile that could make her melt, the laugh that could infect anybody, and those arms that held her close when no one understood her.

Even in the car, the first thing that played was your favorite song. She slammed her fist against the console, the pain was agonizing but that was the least of her problems. Her fingers gripped around the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white and cramped. As she speeded home, she realized that she dearly missed your lips. Your soft, delicate, and loving lips. Even the first time the both of you had said you loved each other, she knew that you were gonna kiss her in a way that was gonna screw her up forever.

At the door of your shared house, she felt a sinking feeling in her chest, her hands turned clammy. It was like she was sent back to when she was ask you out on a date again. Except this time she was asking for your forgiveness.

She brought out her house keys, unlocked the door, and stepped in. The inside was still dimly lit so she knew you were awake, probably staying up late again. “Baby? I’m home!” Emily called out, shutting the door behind her, making sure to lock it before venturing deeper into the home. She heard shuffling from upstairs, it stopped for a moment before the sound of your footsteps made their way down. She was nervous, the smell of smoke on her clothes. It stood out from the scent of the rest of the house.

It smelt of you and your soft smelling vanilla perfume. You smiled seeing her, though the emotions in you remained conflicted. “Em, you’re home, I thought you were gonna be working late again” You chuckled lightly, nothing was funny. She messed up and you knew it, she knew it. So, why couldn’t you just go ahead and scream your feelings out. That’s what you wanted to do days ago, but not now that you see her face…you don’t feel so angry anymore.

“No, I needed to come home. I needed to see you, I’m-” Emily abruptly stopped her sentence to swallow the sound of her breaking voice, she never minded being emotional in front of you. Now, she couldn’t bear to cry in front of you. She felt she didn’t deserve to, you’re the victim here, after all. It was selfish to take that away from you. She was selfish. That’s all she had been for weeks now.

“I’m going insane, y/n. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, I’m not alright.” She admitted it, she was scared and confused. She felt like some little kid in the corner after doing something bad and not knowing it was. She didn’t know how to cope with any of this. It was too big to do alone. She couldn’t ask you to help her, not when she’s already taken so much from you.

As Emily’s eyes began to sting, the tears pooling. Yet, she didn’t let them fall. She couldn’t, it wasn’t right. “You smell like smoke again, what happened this time?” You asked, brushing past her and walking into the kitchen. You fixed Emily a glass of cold water, “I messed up some case, I’m on restricted duty. The BAU is Dave’s now. I don’t know what I’m gonna do.” She said through a shaky sigh, leaning on the kitchen island, the marble cold to the touch. You were slightly shocked that she would actually tell you, most of the time she wouldn’t tell you anything. You understood that even knowing a little bit could endanger you both so you never pressed. “Have you eaten?”

Emily crossed her arms, sniffling and looking at her with a blank expression. You knew that look, she was trying to profile you. “Emily, if you’re trying to profile me, it’s not gonna work.” You said sternly, getting the ingredients out for beef and broccoli, one of her favorites.

“Okay, I’m sorry…” she replied, biting her lip. “No, I haven’t” she added after a moment of silence. You smiled to yourself, “Good, I haven’t had dinner yet”

The silence was oddly comfortable, it gave Emily a sense of false comfort. She watched you cook as she idly played with her fingers. You could’ve called it a night ages ago and gone to bed not talking to her at all. Instead, you chose to stay and make food. You always stayed silent when you were mad, you came from a home with screaming being the norm. You hated yelling at someone out of anger, you hated it with your heart and soul. Even now if someone yells at you in anger, the tears will pool and won’t stop streaming down your face. Your breathing turns shallow and the tightness in your chest the least of your concerns.

As you finished cooking the food, the steam drifted into the air, eventually filling up the whole kitchen. Both of you quickly ate the food, silently glancing at each ofher when the other ‘wasn’t’ looking. Emily didn’t know what to say, and you didn’t want to say anything.

The older woman went upstairs to change, and hopefully get a shower. It had been a few days since she’s had a good shower. One where she felt relaxed and fresh. You washed the dishes, humming to yourself as you thought about the situiation you were in. You wanted so badly to be angry with her but, there was something that kept you from feeling anything about what was happening. Your face would contort into an expression of anger but you didn’t feel it.

You completed the rest of the cleaning and headed upstairs, maybe you’d be able to get a good sleep tonight. You always slept best with Emily in bed with you, she just gave you a sense of comfort that no one else could give you.

Already in some pjs, you brushed your teeth and washed your face. With a heavy sigh, you pulled your body up to sit on the counter. You had grabbed your phone, scrolling on social media as you flossed with a floss pick. You heard the shower stop but you didn’t look up, too interested in a News article you read. It was an article about ‘Gold Star’. A case Emily was on, he was clearly dangerous and had already killed the spouse of one of his latest victims who was also a cop. That must’ve been why she’s been down at the office, at least, that’s what you heard from Pen.

“Damn it…” Emily muttered, pulling a silk robe over her thin pjs. Her hair was soaking wet, and her face free of makeup, she was looking for something. “Have you seen my towel?” She asked, looking at the rack then back inside the shower. You looked down and saw you were sitting on it, lifting a thigh, you grabbed it and handed it to her.

She smiled at you, drying her silver locks with the towel. Walking over to the sink, she began doing her skincare routine. You stared at her, a blank expression on your face, she looked so focused.

You felt the urge to reach out and touch her face when she finished, she looked like a supermodel in this light. I’m any light actually, she was a timeless beauty you couldn’t get enough of. That was when you felt it, the subtle shake of your hands, the sting of your eyes, the flips of your stomach, the drowning feeling, and the way you bit the inside of your cheek.

Emily looked at herself in the mirror before looking over at you with concern, your eyes filled with hurt. She hummed softly, placing a hand on yours, squeezing it as a way to ground you. “I love you, Emily Prentiss…so much that you piss me off,” You said with a hushed tone, as if you’d be scolded for speaking normally.

“I love you more, my precious girl” Emily kissed each of your knuckles, kissing up your arm as she moved to slip herself in between your legs. She eventually got up to kiss your lips, it was quick, a big dose of comfort, for Emily at least.

“Don’t say things that aren’t true…” You insisted, placing your hands on her shoulders, the robe damp from her wet hair. “You left me, for almost a whole week and a half with minimal to no contact, you didn’t even check in with me so I knew you were alive and breathing.”

Emily looked down in shame, she wished to take it all back. “I had to hold on to the hope that you were okay, and I had to get updates from the team, who you never seem to interact with anyway.” You sniffled, toying with her hair. “I know about this whole ‘Gold Star’ thing. The information went public, most of it anyway. So, please tell me what’s bothering you. Please…” You admitted, holding her face so she would look at you.

“Baby, Gold Star…he’s a dangerous man, after what happened with Don Bertoli” she paused, wiping her tears away, refusing to let them fall. She’s been doing that often now, you noticed since she was always comfortable crying around you. “I couldn’t handle you living in fear, I couldn’t handle us living in fear. A part of it was because I was so focused on this case, I hardly thought about anything else other than the case, and you. I know that sounds weird but, every decision I made was made because I thought I could protect you.” She kissed your palm, looking at you with the same adoration and love she had been for years, “If Don, this big muscular man, can’t stop him from killing his wife. How can I stop him?” She sobbed, hugging you close.

“Ever since this case even started, I changed so much. I hate it. I let a serial killer out of his cage to work among profilers like he meant something. I kept a secret from JJ that I shouldn’t have, I ruled over my team like a tyrant instead of working with them. I’m…turning into my mother, just like I thought I would. But the only question I have is…why haven’t you left me yet?” Emily sniffled, tears stains on your sleep attire. You pulled away from the hug and held her head, wiping away the tears with your thumbs.

She looked so fragile, like could crack of you touched her. You rarely saw her break, Emily was always the strong one even in the relationship. She took pride in opening jars, carrying bags, doing any sort of lifting. She also compartmentalized like her life depended on it because it kind of did.

”You are not going to be like your mother, you are my wonderful, amazing, ambitious, smart, hilarious, stunning, annoying wife. You’re my everything in one and I love you for it. I haven’t left you because I made a very important promise to be yours forever. I intend to keep that promise, no matter what. Also, last time I checked, you have the most awesome team. So, if you fess up and take responsibility, they’ll accept you. Remember that you have to earn that trust back but, I know you care.” Emily let out a choked sob, she loved you more than anything. What did she do to deserve you?

“When you were gone that long, I didn’t mind that much. Until you stopped texting me back, I didn’t hear from you for days. I panicked, thinking you were mad and I spiraled, every possible out come in my head played out beside for this” You said, tucking a piece of damp hair behind her ear.

“What I mean is, I’m not going to tell you that this was okay, what I am gonna tell you is that I love you despite what happened.” You pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead, she was hurting, you could tell from her face and mannerisms. You felt like you had spent a whole lifetime memorizing everything about her. Sometimes, it scared you. You knew things about her that even her team didn’t know, for you knew they’d never know.

With that, Emily burst into tears, hugging you tightly, pulling you as close to her as she could.

You’ve missed her dearly, nothing in existence or nonexistent could keep you from loving her. You feel every emotion at once yet none could rival the pure love you felt for the woman. She’s gone through hell & earth to have you. Now, you were ready to do the same for her.

She’s saved you from a maniac serial killer once, the least you could do was be here when you needed her. You knew she’d return the favor, you preferred to have her be alright before returning anything. After all, you taught middle schoolers for a living, you had your moments but thankfully there was never anything much.

“I’m sorry, so, so sorry” She sobbed, her head buried in between the crevice between your neck and shoulder. Her body slotted so perfectly with yours that you were convinced she was made for you. “I forgive you, always”

You felt her arms tighten around you, she sniffled looking up into your eyes. Pressing a kiss to your lips, she played with your hair, twirling it between her fingers.

She didn’t know what was waiting for her in the future, she was unsure of a lot of things. One thing was certain, that you were hers, and she was yours. She’d find a way to cross realities if it meant being with you.

As the night went on, both felt as though they could stay their forever. Intertwined. Sewn together. Forevermore.

—————

UHM. THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS FOR A WHILE.

This is a nice appetizer for all the fics I’m about to serve to you guysssss. I hope you enjoyed restricted duty Emily :)

[lenetaylor]

George and his "Asser"

A letter from George Harrison to Astrid Kircherr, August 1963, on stationery from the Palace Court, Bournemouth, where The Beatles had played The Gaumont, from Monday 19th August to Saturday 24th August 1963.

There is a LOT going on in this letter (George's obsession with photos?, George writing a book??, hate for Mrs. Sutcliffe???, George's aching balls????), but what endeared me was his nickname for Astrid: "Asser", which would be pronounced Assa or Azza. It's true, Hazza and the lads had loads of Northern nicknames for their mates!

My transcription under the cut.

DEAR ASTRID,

Do you remember me asking you in Tenerife to write to me as soon as you get back to Hamburg? You didn’t know how long you were going to stay at Klaus’ house, so you would write to me from Hamburg, then I would send you all the records and fun and games!

Betty (the great) comes to England all fat and sloppy saying, - “Vhy you no write to Astrid,” as if it was my fault, so just shut up. Anyway Asser, I bought you the records I told you about years ago, and they are still at home covered in dust, so if you have decided where about’s you are living lately, then let me know and I will send them to you with some other nice ones that you would like.

Fat Betty has seen all the Happy holiday Photos, hasn’t she? but I haven’t, oh-no. You won’t show them to me will you!

Actually if she had not come to England with King Size, then I would still be wondering which part of the world you where in!

I bought a Jaguar (car) last month, I think you would like it. I will send you a photograph of it, with the records as soon as I get back to Liverpool.

I hope you don’t think I am being funny but…..Could you look through your photographs and find some – or all of the photo’s that have the Beatles, either all together or separately, or that any of us with other people on them, in fact any photographs at all that may be of interest and then if you felt in a HAPPY ASTRID MOOD, do you think that you could either GIVE or LEND them to me. It does not matter if they photographs are terrible, as I won’t tell anybody that you made them, if you want me to.

You know that Paul and John are going to be very rich soon, when they collect the money they have made by writing all those songs, and I don’t think that you would like to see me poor and hungry, so I have decided to make a book. It won’t be a DA SADE type book, but a daft story about the BEATLES, with some photographs in it, and then I hope to sell it to all the nice people and then I can buy food with the money…Can’t I?

I would like to have some pictures that the people haven’t already seen in all the other books, so that is why I am asking you. It would be very nice of you, even if the pictures were old at the Indra and KaiserKeller and Top Ten. I know you are very particular about what you do with all the lovely photos, but if you are nice and send me some with the negatives, then I will kill Mrs. Sutcliffe for you! But if you don’t, then I will pay for Mrs. S. To go to Hamburg and see you for a Holiday!!!

What happened to Jürgen? Do you know his address? Where is Klaus now, as I still haven’t said ‘Thank you’ for letting us live in his house.

How are you Asser? Are you well, because I have been ill all week, feeling tired all the time. The doctor gave me a tonic which is like liquid preludin. My balls have been aching too, and banging around on stage!

We will be in Paris for 3 weeks in January. I will write again with the records cheerio and love from Georgie (your friend who wants the photos)

This was published in the July 2015 issue of Record Collector.

[yanderemommabean]

I love doctor Lee so much. Half of my brain is like 'haha he's so cute, he has a snake called Gilbert that's adorable'. The other half of my brain says:

'what if you were a patient at the hospital's mental ward, and Dr Lee was assigned to your case? He's generally caring and sweet, checking in on you every day to make sure you're alright.'

What if Lee comes in, asking you about side effects of the new medication that you're trying, but the line of inquiry soon grows uncomfortably invasive. Have you been feeling happier? Have you experienced a decrease in libido? How frequently do you think of masturbating? Do you think of anyone? Do you think of him?

Lee's a bit too friendly, actually. He examines you in ways that aren't strictly necessary, asking for you to disrobe so that he can check to see if you've injured yourself. The nurses would ignore you if you told them about what Lee does. He's already warned the staff that you're not the most trustworthy. Nobody would believe you. You're his lovely little patient, and he hopes that one day you'll accept it.

“I-I want to change doctors…I have a right to do that don’t I?!” you asked in a hushed, panicked voice. The nurse sitting before you sighs in annoyance, and while you don’t blame her, you’re also hurt because to her you’re just another patient causing problems.

“Dr.Lee has already notified us about why you’d want to change. You’re so lucky he hasn’t fired you as his own patient! You trying to get those drugs from other doctors could put you in jail you know? Lee is trying to actually help you”

You grit your teeth in frustration, trying not to lash out and shake the woman to get her to pay attention. You’re clearly not a fucking drug addict, or some psycho patient to just ignore. “No! No listen to me! Please!”

“Ah, I see our little butterfly is awake and eager today!” a deep, amused voice purrs from behind you. “Mrs. Williams, Ill take it from here. Go on, take an early break! It’s almost the holidays, you could use a bit longer to relax after working such a hard shift for me”.

Your face drains of color as the nurse happily leaves, thanking him as she walks away with a pep in her step. You shiver as he nuzzles into your shoulder and inhales deeply, murmuring something about how he loves the scent of your hair.

“You know, you trying so hard to escape me…It should make me mad” he sighs deeply, as if trying to keep himself calm. His hands wander down to clasp yours, pulling your knuckles up to his lips as he kisses them. “It should make me want to kill…but you have this way of being adorable even when panicked and upset”.

“You’re a sick fucker if you get off on me being terrified of you!” you hissed, trying to pull away, only to be yanked right up to his chest, face forced to look up at him as he grabs your chin. “Oh no no, dear butterfly, I don’t think you’re sexually appealing when scared. I think you’re adorable when scared of me. I get protective of you when you’re scared”

He forces you to press closer as he noses up the column of your neck, kissing right behind your earlobe “What makes my cock rock hard is knowing you can’t escape me, and that every night I get to indulge in you and your body…even if you insist that you hate me”.

You brokenly sob as his teeth begin to tease your skin, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to make your body betray you. “I feel those shivers” he states with a smirk, turning you to face the wall as he presses right against your back “I feel the way your body craves me, butterfly. Why must you always deny it? If you would just let me love you, this wouldn’t be so hard anymore”.

His hands cup your crotch, fingers pressing down firmly to massage and grope you, making your thighs tighten and shake as your breath quickens. “I-I hate you. I hate you!” you scream, but your voice soon becomes breathy and shaky while his hands slip into your underwear with ease. “Say that all you wish darling, I'm a professional. I know when my patient is lying to themself”

(Hiya! Sorry if this isn't up to par, I'm still recovering and work is kicking my ass mentally lol, but I love these types of scenarios! I hope you enjoyed! -Mommabean)

[aprilmayverse]

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YES?!??!?!?!?

[sidthedollface2]

Third Love

Pairing: Eddie x Mexican Female Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: Eddie tries to win over your affection and use you in hopes of getting signed to your dads record company. There's just one problem. Your situationship and a heartbreaking past that threatens to expose the darker side of you.

CW: MDNI 18+ for ANGST, crime related themes, death of a character, death of a parent, nightmares, flashbacks, mental illness, violence, gun shot, smut (p in v, bjs) Eddie with other women (not cheating and i'm so sorry) 911 call. Modern au Eddie, fuckboy Eddie. Spanish words.

Prologue

~El Musico~

Eddie was on his deathbed, the bats had clawed and gnawed through his hellfire shirt ripping his flesh wide open. Pools of bright red blood spread beneath him and stained his pale skin. The bitter taste of iron filled his mouth, spreading over his teeth and chapped lips. Tears pooled at the corners of his eyes as Dustin held his Dungeon Master, promises of guiding sheep and brotherly love exchanged. It was supposed to be Eddies year........and it was. 

Eddie walked that stage, snatching his diploma and yes flipped Mr. Higgins the bird. His friends cheered with whoops and hollers, wide smiles followed by tight hugs. Promises to always keep in touch through tear stained cheeks. While half the party moved to different states and colleges Eddie stayed in Hawkins.

An undisclosed amount of money landed in his hands for his wrongful arrest. Accused of killing his girlfriend Chrissy, and other gruesome murders he didn't commit, in a town that hated him. He vowed to never use the money, the guilt of Chrissys death too strong. 

Nightmares and flashbacks plagued his mind, visions of cheer uniforms had him taking second glances in hopes of finding her blue eyes in a crowd. Eddie swears she haunts his days and nights, he can still see her sweet face in the woods as he makes his trek to reefer ricks. 

Rick had been teaching Eddie how to turn his drawings into an honorable income by way of tattooing. Having already held a tattoo machine at a young age under his fathers eye, it was no wonder Eddie was a natural. Aside from his Tattoo Apprenticeship Eddie had dreams of Corroded Coffin making it big. 

Tuesdays at the Hideout turned into Tuesdays and Thursdays, then Fridays and Saturdays. Soon enough the band had a small following with enough fans to fill smaller venues. Groupies had begun to gather around the bars that Eddie often visited, hoping to become his next flavor of the week, but Eddie didn't do relationships. 

There was one though, Becky. She had gone to every show and bought the band drinks after every gig and she had told Eddie he could make it big in the New York scene. Corroded Coffin saved up enough money to travel to the big city, get an apartment and play some underground shows. Becky made herself their manager even though she had no experience in the position.

 One night after a rather large show she made her way into their dressing room. Eddie had been sitting on the couch, legs spread wide and his head tilted back resting on the couch. The sound of the door locking caught Eddies attention, exhausted from the show he slowly raked his eyes over her. She wore a bright pink skin tight dress, heels that could break an ankle and hair so fried it could break in half. "What are you doing back here?" He questioned, sitting up and rubbing his sweaty palms on his jean clad thighs. "You did so great tonight Eddie, lemme show you how proud I am." Narrow hips swayed side to side as she sauntered to him, lowering herself onto her knees in front of him, she began to rub his knees fingers dipping into the ripped denim that frayed across his thigh slowly inching higher, tacky hot pink nails grazed his limp bulge and Eddie stilled. "What are you doing?" Brows pinched together Eddie grabbed her wrists, stopping her from going further. "Please, lemme show you." She flirted, Breaking from his grasp as she unbuckled his belt and shimmied his jeans over the curve of his ass, down his thighs to pool at his ankles.

It had been the worst blow job he had ever gotten. Eyes closed shut he thought of Chrissys mouth instead, blue eyes peeking up at him through her lashes. Sweet giggles and soft hands stroking him.

 Becky would soon become Eddies official girlfriend, and he thought of Chrissy at every intimate moment. Wishing on all the stars in the sky for his ex-girlfriend back.

After a year of small venues and tattooing on the side Eddie was ready for bigger and better sets. Becky had promised tours across multiple states and even opening for local bands but money had been an issue, her cut had been more than expected. "Shes been taking our money Ed!" Gareth spoke through gritted teeth. Shuffling through pay stubs and invoices from various venues, ticket sales had been high but the payout was less and less. “Wait wait wait there must be some sort of mix up” Eddie defended, afraid of the wrath from his bandmates. 

Becky had him wrapped around her little finger and Eddie fell into her trap. Without the band knowing Becky’s cut had grown to 70% barely leaving enough to scrape by. Without legal action Corroded Coffin suffered those losses, forced to stay under her management with little pay. After the band confronted Becky, she confessed to not only mismanaging their finances but also never booking bigger gigs.

 Eddie and his friends decided that once the contract was over Corroded Coffin would try their luck in the City of Angels. 

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“911 what's your emergency?”

Caller: “She’s been shot!!! I need an ambulance please hurry!” 

911: “Stay on the line with me, where are you? And who shot her?”

Caller: “I don't know, he's wearing a mask. I'm. I'm at. Oh god I think she's dying!! 1524 Berryford Rd. Lenora Hills hurry!"

*inaudible*

911: I have EMS on the -

Caller:"There's so much blood. Mom! Mom! Wake up please! Oh god He's still here!"

*inaudible*

*inaudible*

911:"Is there a window you could - "

Caller: "shhhh shhhh I'm so scared please help me." 

*inaudible

*inaudible*

*shots fired*

911: "Active Shooter at 1524 Berryford Rd Lenora Hills." 

*line disconnected*

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Eddie walked up the steps to the apartment he shared with Becky, rough pebbled stone under each step he took, exhausted from hours at the Tattoo Shop. Standing in front of apartment 9f he searched the pocket of his torn jeans for his key marked home. Heavy boots imprinted the stained beige carpet as he made his way inside, passed the living room through the dirty kitchen to sit on his side of the dinner table. Leaning back Eddie pulls his legs up crossing one ankle over the other, black boots resting on the wooden table and In the lining of his black jacket he fishes out a pack of camels. Flicking the lighter once, twice, three times a charm, the flame burns the tip of his cigarette.

Inhale.

Exhale. 

Smoke swirls in the space above him, eyes closed shut with the threat of tears escaping his lash line. In the master bedroom the sound of skin meeting skin echoes through his ears, moans and deep grunts bounce off the walls. He recognizes the moans, having heard them just that morning as he had Becky bent over the floral pattern of their old couch. It sickens him knowing he put up with her lies, and constant arguing of matters regarding his band. When and where they should play, how often and how much of his money she was stealing. But he never thought she'd cheat on him, not after all he's done for her. Not after paying for her car, her phone, her half of the rent most months.

Stubbing out his cigarette he quietly walks over to the bedroom door, hand twisting at the knob. Locked. He places his right ear to the door, and the pornographic sounds coming from the other side are enough to light his rage on fire. Taking a step back Eddie forcefully slams his heavy foot into the lock of the door causing it to swing wide open exposing Becky with not only one but two men. "Oh shit." Eddie gasped as he witnessed Becky scramble off an older man that lay tied and gagged to the bed, who he later recognized as Tim the maintenance man of their building. "Who the fuck are you?" The other man spoke as he looked to Eddie, cock pulling out of Becky's ass, trying desperately to shield his nakedness.

Anger is written all over Eddies face as Becky frantically undos Tim from the bedpost allowing him and the other nameless man to escape. "Get the fuck out!" Eddie shouted, gathering Beckys clothes and anything he could find, shoving it in her arms as he backed her out of his apartment. She pleaded her innocence with eyes wide and glossed over, hoping to soften the hurt in Eddies heart. 

But Eddies heart had already turned so cold that not even the California sun could thaw it through. 

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Traveling from one coast to another, chasing that rockstar dream with nothing but loyal bandmates, and a van full of music equipment to get by. "So uh I hate to bring this up so late in our trip but does anyone know where 4 ugly dudes can crash for a few weeks?" Jeff questions, looking at each of his bandmates as they all shrug and mumble 'we'll figure it out' and 'don't worry,' Eddies "I'm not ugly asshole" has the boys laughing. He can sense the hopelessness of his friends, he was to blame for all their shortcomings and was determined to make it right for them."I made a few calls ok. My old neighbor moved out here with her boyfriend and she's gonna help us out." Looking out to the highway Eddie thought of all the things he wanted to see and do in California, dreams of the salt water spraying his face and Disneyland had him smiling all the way there. 

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"This Morning the Daughter of Twisted Records Music Mogul Mr. Javi was released from the hospital. Having survived a home invasion that tragically took the life of her Mother just a few short months ago.

Mr. Javi requests privacy as he mourns the death of his wife and secures the safety and well being of his daughter. Investigators have informed us that the suspect is still at large and if you have any information you're urged to call your local Police Department."

Taglist:

@amira0303 @edsforehead

[dross-the-fish]

I've been having consistent nightmares lately and since Jekyll/Hyde is a comfort character for me, can you uh...write something about them helping a nightmare ridden anon to sleep...? If not that's completely okay!!!!!

One quick Hyde comfort drabble.

.....

I was reading in the study late one evening when I heard the sound of dragging footsteps and soft dismal sighing issue from the corridor. I cocked my head and lowered my book, hoping the sound would bypass the study and the distressed soul would leave me in peace, for I was not of a mind to be disturbed. I had stolen from Adam his prized book, a battered and worn copy of Milton’s “Paradise Lost” for my perusal while the behemoth was doing his nightly patrol of the grounds. It was not the words of John Milton that intrigued me, but rather the scrawlings in the margins, the crude sketches and the pressed flowers between the pages that told their own story. I desired to know my preternatural companion, the source of my curiosity being his origin and the nature of such a man-made creature as he.

It was of some interest to me, after all, the good or ill nature and capacity of man and those who were man-like. As the footsteps drew closer, I realized my privacy was to be breeched. I stuffed the book into the drawer of the end table beside my armchair and picked up a newspaper, hoping that if I looked engrossed enough in the boxing notes I might escape being directly addressed.

Luck was not with me. My unwelcome company entered the study and elected to seat themselves in the armchair adjacent to mine. I was only able to continue feigning interest in my paper for another moment or two when my curiosity won out and I glanced up to see who had joined me.

It was Anon, looking quite harrowed.

“Hello, Mr. Hyde,” they greeted me meekly.

I gave them a curt nod and an exaggerated rustle of my paper in the hopes that they might take a hint. I would have settled for outright rudeness or even violence but that damnable Dr. Watson had been giving me rather a hard time about my discourteousness. Anon did not speak further, and the quiet was not the boon I had hoped it would be. Silence when one is alone is bliss, silence when one sits in the company of a dismal acquaintance with kicked-puppy eyes is unbearable.

I peered over my unread paper at them and finally asked, “What has you up so late?”

“I had a bad dream.”

“Ah,” I returned to my pretend interest in my paper with redoubled effort.

Horrendous silence. Like a thick, miserable pall. This wasn’t working.

“What was your nightmare about?”

Anon began to confess and I must admit, their sorrow was genuine and the horrors they revealed to be the source of their troubled sleep moved me to pity.

“Hardly sounds like you’re having the fun sort of nightmares, those are…those are quite sad, anon.”

They broke down, weeping with their head in their hands. I held up my paper in front of me as though it might shield me from their misery but when it became apparent that they were not going to stop crying any time soon I finally folded it and put it away.

There was still enough of the good doctor in me to stir me to help when I saw suffering.

It seemed not all of Henry could be killed…

“How long have you had these dreams, Anon?” I asked, standing and reaching out a hairy hand to place on their quaking shoulder. I was hoping to offer some meager display of comfort. I was not prepared for them to leap from the chair and bury their face in my shoulder.

“They won’t stop! No matter what I do they won’t stop!” they sobbed.

I patted them awkwardly wracking my brain for anything that might help them. A disease of the body I could treat, or else confirm that there was no treatment and advise the suffer to get their affairs in order. Wounds of the mind were entirely beyond my ability and my desire to heal and yet…

…they way anon clung and shivered stirred an urge to try.

I lifted my arms, configuring the lanky limbs into something that resembled and embrace. Anon sagged their weight upon me, as though they could no longer hold themselves up and I found my own frame bracing to meet that weight on instinct.

Utterson had wept like this once, as though the foundation that held him upright had been kicked away. Only once, for he was not an emotional man. Henry had been the one to hold him. When a man’s father passes away it is acceptable to weep aloud and be held by a dear friend.

Somewhere deep within me I managed to find some scrap of Henry to draw into my limbs and the embrace became genuine. I remembered how to hold, how to squeeze gently and release and how to speak words of comfort.

“I’m so tired…”

They sounded small and far away. I deposited them back into the armchair, “I have medicine that can help you sleep, and a sofa in my lab. It’s quiet and clean there, perhaps a new environment will facilitate more restful slumber,” I offered.

They sniffled and nodded. I had intended merely to walk ahead and have them follow but they clung to my arm like a child and even I had not the will to snap at them for it.

I was getting soft in my old age. I’d grown two inches since joining this motley band and I was aware of new complexities developing in my person. Perhaps I was reverting back to Henry, or maybe I was becoming my own being. I hadn’t been Henry in so long I sometimes struggled to recall what I was like in his shape. Maybe he really had disappeared and Edward Hyde was becoming his own unique mix of good and evil.

Did it even matter? I would never look into a mirror and see Henry Jekyll again for I knew the moment I did he would try to finish what he started.

Anon must have noticed my sudden lapse into contemplation because I felt them squeeze my arm.

“Is everything alright?”

“Aye, it’s no concern of yours,” I replied gruffly.

They frowned but had the sense not to press me. I was grateful for that. Once we arrived at my lab I settled them onto the sofa and prepared a small herbal tea. The concoction was bitter but effective in inducing sleep. Taking note of Anon’s wan face I decided that perhaps a spoonful of honey wouldn’t hurt. They were already plagued by nightmares, at least their medicine should taste pleasant.

I returned to their side and bade them drink it, giving a nod of satisfaction when they presented back to me the empty cup. As I turned to leave, they caught my sleeve.

“Please stay? Stay until I’m sleeping?”

My impulse was to be truculent and offer to put them to sleep by bashing them in the head. But I’d already taken pains to help them, it would not do to waste my own work. I pulled my chair from my desk and slid it by the sofa, seating myself beside my patient. Before long, their lids began to droop and they drifted off to sleep. Absently I ran a hand over their slumbering head, suddenly finding that I was no longer in such a hurry to leave them.

The quiet between the two of us had turned inexplicably comfortable.

[toastofthetrashfire]

The Sign Episode 7 Thoughts

Showing abs is apparently necessary for good art (taking notes)

Okay but are they talking about having him paint him, make love, or kill him and make him a part of the art (they keep showing the art tools like torture tools)

That love scene was really beautiful, love the way it makes the art very visceral. The way it's framed reminds me a bit of Hannibal and the way bodies there are framed as art.

Ah so we are intentionally blurring the lines here between love making, art, and potential murder--cause the scene of him washing off the paint is pulled straight from a crime thriller. I like the contrast between the red paint and the blue lighting.

Interesting bathroom, the shot is really pretty, but logistically how do you shower without getting everything wet. The mirror is really interesting though. Practically it's a good way to make sure he gets all the paint off. But it also highlights how alone he is here, with only his own reflection to keep him company.

Yai why are you trying to stop Tharn from saving someone?

These guys are so bad at working, meanwhile Yai is telling Tharn not to get distracted from the job they're already all not doing

Oh I like the way the actor plays Mr. Montree. A lot of actors would overplay the sinister aspect to make sure the audience really gets it, but instead of any tension in his voice or body language, he comes across quite genuine and warm in his responses. We can still pick up the tension if we observe the captain and read between the lines of what he's saying. Nice!

Tharn, darling, maybe don't tip the guy off! I'm glad Yai told him that was stupid

Ah hello again Nat's abs!

Interesting that most of the guests are in black, white, or beige, but Mr. Montree is in blue and Phaya's grandma is in red. Of course those are the colors used in the painting and earlier with Art. It makes sense that Mr. Montree would stand out, but I'm curious why Phaya's grandma in particular. Will she become more important? Is she related to Mr. Montree in some way?

I'd love to know more about the artists and art they used for this episode. There's some really gorgeous pieces

Oh no a broken statue I'm getting Shadow flashbacks

Wait why would they detain Art? It was clearly an accident

Dr. Chachacha stepping up to say Art is his patient, what is this Hannibal? Dr. Chalecter over here! It's got to be an influence right? Cause I was getting similar vibes in the opening scenes too

I wonder if hysteria as a term has the same connotations as it does in Western psychiatry. Like is it still a term that's used medically? Or is it clearly outdated? If it's the later, why doesn't that raise any eyebrows? Either way it fits with his sinister role in the story and the way he riles Phaya up to cause problems and make it seem like Phaya is dangerous or hysterical. Say Art is hysterical and off his meds and you can discredit him. How much of that is Dr. Chalecter using some sort of power on people is hard to say.

Huh, even after that back and forth, I'm not quite sure what the show's perspective is here on mental illness. They aren't necessarily pushing back on the idea that it can make you dangerous, even if there's some nuance added. Though Dr. Chalecter did get in a funny burn telling Phaya: you're not mentally ill, your personality just sucks.

Okay I get that Phaya is acting like an idiot because he's scared, but my patience is a little thin. It's just not a dynamic I enjoy. I'm kind of hoping it really is Dr. Chalecter's doing.

Oooof Dr. Chalecter is over here distinguishing "normal" people vs mentally ill people. Rich and ableist! Despite the copganda the show is at least giving us evil psychiatrists.

No don't bring the charismatic psychiatrist into your police investigation! It's like the captain hasn't even seen Hannibal!

Did Kao's body get put into the art and that's why they can't find him?

Okay I guess I'm glad it wasn't portrayed as him killing out of madness or mental illness, that's a relief.

Tharn's visions are getting super convenient and helpful now. I like the touch of focusing on the clock in the flashback

Imagine being the poor cab driver. You pick up a guy with a bleeding neck and instead of going to the hospital he asks you to drop him somewhere sketchy

Why would you sit in the car to get evidence? Wouldn't that disrupt things?

These two have no chill, why are they bickering in front of everyone's salad. Also not sure why we needed a montage of the meeting.

Kitty Kitty Kitty Kitty!!!

Oh Phaya's little meow to deflect, adorable!

Huh the grandma's comments about not understanding people's motivations and everyone losing their minds are troubling. Feels in line with what the episode seems to be bringing up around mental illness. Even with Tharn's response, I'm not really sure what the show is trying to say about the topic. Kind of similar to last week's take on justice.

Kitty makes the perfect transition shot!

Interesting how the final scenes between Phaya and Tharn here mirror Art and Kao but with very different endings. Both begin in spaces where Art and Phaya make and display their art. Tharn and Kao are invited into these intimate spaces. But the couple's follow opposite trajectories--one betraying that intimacy (Kao) and the other (Thar) deciding to take a leap of faith and trust in it.

Art and Kao make love in a scene that may have just been a fantasy, but, real or not, the scene has a dream-like aesthetic that is edging into nightmare. We then learn they fought and separated.

In contrast, Phaya and Tharn talk, resonate with each other emotionally and come together. They then make love. Like, Art and Kao's love scene, there's a fantastic quality, but this one stays out of nightmare territory.

The mirrors are particularly notable. We end with mirror's capturing Phaya and Tharn together, intimate. While we began with Art in his bathroom, the mirrors highlighting how alone he is.

A final thought: It has been 4 weeks since Sand has graced our screens, now we must wait at least a week more and that is a true crime!

[yril-writes]

— NEVER AGAIN

synopsis ; they say promises are meant to be broken, maybe they are right. But this glimpse of hope inside you says it's okay to push through, and who knew that trusting your gut would just put everything into flames and turn to ashes the next day.

scenario ; reincarnation?! Wherein Sukuna choose the life of being a yakuza?! And you choose a normal one, to be able to live peacefully but there comes a time that you have to move into the city one day.

type ; drabble

include/s ; ryoumen sukuna

pairing/s ; yakuza character x fl! reader

genre ; angst and a mountain full of sad corn

Promises are meant to be broken, is what they say. But that is not what you wanted to believe. Some may say you are naive which is true, but you see the world like it is something that's pure and full of opportunities without even having thoughts about what's bad about it. Now that you are moving in the city, you didn't even bat an eye about the decisions you are making, you only thought that this was a great idea for your flower shop business nothing more nothing less. The reason why you were on your way into the city is because your grandmother felt ill and there is no one able to look after the shop while your grandmother is in the hospital, so you the lovely granddaughter offered a helping hand, and immediately went there.

"City! Here I come!" dragging your suitcase and carrying a bag behind your bag you made your way to the train station. The trip wasn't all that hassle or anything, in fact it was fast. Since it was in the bullet train. Upon arriving at your destination, the breeze immediately filled your nostrils, you thought that the air in the city is completely different back home, of course it is. The moment when you set your foot out of the train it felt different, everything is different how they wore their clothes and even lifestyle here looks different, and here you are a bumpkin girl from the outskirts of nowhere. Seconds later you received a phone call it was your grandfather, immediately answering you were greeted with cries of worries and you quickly reassured them it didn't take too long for your aunt to come and get you from the station.

She immediately directed you towards the flower shop and toured you around, the second floor of the shop looked like a normal mini house and your aunt told you that you can stay there until your grandmother recovers. Going upstairs the room took you by surprise because it was perfect and cozy, unpacking your things and you hear the bell of the shop down stairs chime. Running down the stairs you immediately greeted the customer who came in without having a look at them first. "You're not the old lady who owns this shop." with a low deep voice, you were stunned to see a tall figure in front of you, wearing white fitted polo enough to see every curve and muscle this guys had to offer and a black slightly fitted slacks and a pair of black shoes to pair the outfit up. "My grandmother is in the hospital and I was asked to run this place starting today! So Mr. Hot Man, I MEAN! Mr. Scary Hot Man! What can I get you?" slamming both of your hands on the counter top, and giving yourself a little kick on the other leg you had, you feel your ears and the back of your neck turning red from embarrassment.

(Oh! Please kill me now!!!) you were dying inside while holding up a grin in front of the scary looking guy. "I'd like to have some white roses turned to a bouquet and a nice presentation would be nice." he said in a low tone and sat in the waiting area beside the counter area where you were standing, staring at nothing. You were completely frozen, taken back from the request and demand of the man. (SIR! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO! AT LEAST GIVE ME A BREAK! A simple one might be good for me but a bouquet?...this guy...) screaming internally you wished to be swallowed whole by the floors you were stepping on. The man didn't move an inch from his seat, not even paying attention to what you were doing in the counter, those eyes of him seemed somewhat sad and empty you thought. "So, Sir, these flowers...I bet you are giving them to someone who's special to you...!" he stood as if frozen into place, he only looked at you and shrugged, "I bought these because I wanted to let go of that person.

This is a farewell gift." he shrugs and gives a sad grin, though his eyes look as if it was going to burst any seconds now. "It was nice to see you again, I hope that we never crossed paths ever again." he utters those words under his breath with you not hearing those words clearly. After he buys and pays for the bouquet he leaves, like the breeze this summer, it comes and goes as it pleases.

a/n ; I think I'll be having angst stuff to put out for today lmao, enjoy the sad corn.

taglist ; @sammushy @jasugoi @ryuuudesuwa @gcj-doesart

content/s ; part one | part two

[lotsofsq]

For Mr. Benedict and S.Q.!! Hope you're having an amazing day <3

3. A song that reminds me of them

7. A quote of them that you remember

18. How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc)

26. When do you think they were being "themselves" the most?

OOO good ones! i’m having a pretty great day!

3: songs!!

lemme just look in my trusty-dusty tmbs playlist,, For Mr B Put it to the test by they might be giants!

For SQ (i have sooo many ill pick two) Misery Meat by Sodikken I MEAN come on i have to, and Time of My Life by penelope scott, i just love it, the devotion.

7: quote i remember

“and yet we look rather alike” mr benedict how does it feel to be the funniest man alive. i’m also a big fan of “if i brained myself on a bookcase, number two would never let me live it down” i use brained in this context all the time now it’s so funny

“it’s alright! you can still be alright! i’ll help you just jump down!” SQ this KILLS ME!! the use of alright, the fact he so genuine wants to help mr curtain, everything about it is just so good.

18: how i think they were as kids

for mr benedict we know how he was as a young kid so i’m saying how i think he was as an older kid! i think he would have really bloomed into his own, using his talents to help people and taking the other kids under his wings. still very mischievous and enjoys a little mystery and flair but less secretive.

for sq i think he was a very happy child, and a tough cookie, the kind of kid that gets right back up after being knocked down. i imagine he was quite intelligent, he did become a messenger after all. but just so optimistic and bright. yeah *dying inside*

26: the most themselves

for Mr Benedict i think he’s very true to himself in most moments, so this was more difficult. maybe in EE it’s when he is going absolutely crazy that night when he comes back and fixes all the stuff. and in the main series it’s probably when he wholeheartedly and genuinely congratulates constance for her victory against the whisperer in book 1

for sq i think it’s the moments after he is told his memories have been erased, he’s fully come into himself, he’s quicker, faster, and deeply understanding what’s going on around him. some honorable mentions are the clever note for the door code, and the moment with the kids where they talk to him by talking to eachother. in both he has a cleverness that is apparent even if it’s being stifled.

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Okay, so I've decided to do Fic Rec Fridays at the end of the month now that I've been keeping a fanfic reading log. Guys. I've read A LOT of fic this month. 😅 Okay so I think the best thing is to organize this by rating and then word count. Please note that this is a pure reading log so I'm just listing fic, author, and small "what it's about".

For August I Read:

397,333 Words

20 Fics

17 Authors

Rating G:

AU-gust Mashups by @ahufflepuffhobbit- Short BOTFA fix-it with an ill-timed confession. Let's face it, this is how we all wanted to see BOTFA end.

Love Makes You Blind by thorinsbeard- Small little oneshot where Bilbo thinks Thorin is blind and can't stop staring. It had me rolling when Thorin told Bilbo he's an underwear model.

Mr Underhill's Finest Seafood Specialities by @nocompromise-noregrets- Oneshot from Frodo's POV as famous food critic, Thorin Oakeshield, arrives as his uncle's restaurant. All the interactions between the characters were fun as well as seeing Bagginshield through Frodo's eyes.

Teach Me Your Ways by airebellah- Multi-chapter story with refugee Thorin struggling through English, but he meets Bilbo who accepts him as he is. Honestly, super fluffy fic with lots of family moments that I really wish there was a sequel, but accept it as is.

Rating T:

Drawn by thorinsbeard- Oneshot where Bilbo stumbles upon some NSFW versions of himself in another cafe patron's sketchbook (in an uncreepy way). Will hope and anticipate a smutty sequel.

Prize Enough for Me by StrivingArtist- Two-shot with Bilbo chasing after Azog after believing he killed Thorin to enact his revenge. I'm always here for some BAMF Bilbo.

When Darkness Shines Brightest by @lordoftherazzles- Multi-chapter Hades/Persephone take. The introspection of Thorin's character blows me away in this fic.

Rating M:

How to Beat Gold Sickness by Epoxide- Cute oneshot where Fili and Kili decide that announcing that Bilbo is pregnant with Thorin's child will shake the gold sickness. Now I just need the sequel where Bilbo says that it's actually true.

Dating Blind by badskippy- Jealous waiter Thorin does sabotages Bilbo's blind dates. This was just perfect, and yes, Thorin does make up for it.

Sparks & Gardens by @fantasyinallforms- Down on his luck Thorin manages to get the best deal of his life when he becomes gentleman Bilbo Baggins handyman. Look, regency is normally not my taste, but this fic does such a good job of just making that the setting and not necessarily the theme (if that makes sense).

The Kitchen Thief by @mordellestories- Multi-chapter Tolkien AU (?) where Thorin still has dwarven blood but can get by with appearing as a human baker in a time where anyone else is treated with discrimination. I will forever be laughing at Bilbo's "oh no, it's the nutty baker" comment.

Stranded by @tickles-ivory- Multi-chapter AU where Thorin and Bilbo live in separate universes but find each other. Honestly, super cute concept and execution with fun "slice of life" chapters at the end.

My Love's a Noble Madness by silverneko9lives0- Bilbo works at an insane asylum where Thorin is a patient who thinks he's in love with him. Okay, I have to say that the tags on this had me scared for A LONG time, but there's actually 0 non-con after Thorin gets medicated and you find out the fucked up situation they find themselves in the beginning is all Azog/Sauron/Melkor's fault.

Rating E:

Look At You by thorinsbeard- Bilbo uses the ring to sneak into Thorin's room, accidentally witnessing the dwarf king masturbating. This fic is so hot and honestly another that I would 100% read a sequel for.

Evening Interlude by paranoid_fridge- Bilbo and Thorin have an evening to themselves for bondage fun. Seriously though, if you're wanting a fic with some heavy bondage kinks, this is the perfect fic.

If You Lend a King a Hand by Cranbear- Bilbo assists Thorin out in the woods, and they have come to an understanding regarding future engagements. Look, I just know this fic is going to checkmark some kinks for me and dom!Bilbo is just an added bonus.

Through the mist (I find you) by @consultingpacha- Thorin has developed amnesia after the events of BOTFA, and Bilbo returns to discover this as well as the fact that he's engaged. Guilty smut and angsty feelios galore (though we are promised a happy ending)!

Fuck Thy Neighbor by @lordoftherazzles- Thorin and Bilbo accidently got married in Bree after one drunken mistake and have now ended up as next door neighbors. This is the type of romcom shenanigans that I am 100% here for, featuring Roac tormenting Lobelia in this newest chapter!

Unrated:

the legend by Ineedtherapy (gethelp)- Bilbo thinks he's still banished and the Company thinks he's dead, and once this misunderstanding comes to light, Bilbo decides to travel with the returning caravan from Ered Luin. Bilbo probably dragged this out longer than necessary, but we're finally to the point where he reveals himself, and I need to know what happens next.

[up-in-space-reading]

Average Weekly Screentime - Chap 10: So Who Won?

pairing: Jake Peralta x Amy Santiago

word count: 3141

warnings/tags: college au, texting, drunk texting, text fic (mostly, there's prose a few chaps in), bets, bisexual!jake peralta, jake peralta has adhd, parties, drinking and alcohol, sexual references, implied sexual content (nothing explicit, just suggested its going to happen/has happened), friends to lovers, swearing, mentions of cannibalism, lighthearted threats of violence (typical rosa stuff yk), fluff

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Story Summary: texting fic college AU with the squad! It's the beginning of the school year and while everyone else thinks it'll be the same as the previous year, Gina has a feeling things are going to be different and wagers a bet with Rosa and Charles. Told through all the various group chats everyone is in.

Chap 1 | Chap 2 | Chap 3 | Chap 4 | Chap 5 | Chap 6 | Chap 7 | Chap 8 | Chap 9 | Chap 10

authors note: The last chapter to this monster of a fic! Hope you enjoy <3

Jimmy Jabbers

[09:24am, Friday]

Four Eyes: Jake has once again fallen asleep in class Four Eyes: Bets anyone?

RoRo: he’s gonna wake up in 12 minutes

Mr Grapes: 10 minutes

Queen G: 20 minutes

Four Eyes: Will keep you updated

-

[09:36am, Friday]

Four Eyes: Rosa I don’t know how you do it

RoRo: idk RoRo: you guys just gotta get good i guess

Queen G: this sucks

-

Dance Squad

[11:36am, Friday]

G-Hive: rosa ur bet date was two days ago G-Hive: i just remembered

Scary: gina you just might win this

G-Hive: omg omg this is so exciting

Charlese: Remember when you tried to get them together on new years?

G-Hive: i had a momentary lapse of judgement G-Hive: BUT now im back in betting mode G-Hive: need to keep them apart for another few weeks

Scary: that’s meddling once again

Charlese: Technically Rosa has some buffer time before her bet is completely void

Scary: neck and neck gina Scary: watch your back

G-Hive: anyone else getting super scary vibes rn???

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[10:05am, Saturday]

Ferris: good morning beautiful

Cameron: Good morning!

Ferris: whats the plan for today??

Cameron: I actually have to do some work, you’ve been distracting me the last few days

Ferris: sorry i cant help that i wanna spend time with my giirllfrieennddd

Cameron: I wasn’t complaining at all Cameron: I’m just warning that if you come over I will be doing work

Ferris: im literally on my way

-

Unnamed Chat

[10:45am, Saturday]

Jake: hey ter!

Terry: Hey Jake, how’s it going?

Jake: absolutely wonderful amazing excellent

Terry: Haha let me guess – things went well with Amy

Jake: ur the first person im telling bc u helped me so much omg im so excited

Terry: Well congrats to both of you Terry: I hear Taylor has a lot of love songs

Jake: im never living it down Jake: and IM TOO HAPPY TO CARE

Terry: Hahaha

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[02:04pm, Saturday]

Four Eyes: do u think that guys named cal their name is short for calendar

Pineapples: yes ames i think thats true

Queen G: how do i tell amy u have her phone

Pineapples: she is aware Pineapples: but i dont think she realised what i was gonna do with it mwahaha

RoRo: you should probably give it back

Four Eyes: He has returned it now Four Eyes: He’s cowering in the corner because he knows I’m going to take his

Pineapples: someone help me

Mr Grapes: Just go fetal position Jake, that’s what I do

Pineapples: Too late

Queen G: RIP soldier

RoRo: i think it’ll be funny if amy killed him

-

Dance Squad

[02:10pm, Saturday]

G-Hive: so that was weird right??

Scary: super weird

Charlese: Definitely weird

G-Hive: okay cool

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[04:28pm, Saturday]

Mr Grapes: Anyone wanna do dinner tonight?

RoRo: can’t, busy

Mr Grapes: What are you up to?

RoRo: wouldn’t you like to know, soup boy

Queen G: fine ill do dinner

-

[04:53pm, Saturday]

Mr Grapes: @Four Eyes @Pineapples are either of you interested in getting dinner? Mr Grapes: Haven’t heard from you yet

Pineapples: sorry charles, im busy

Four Eyes: I’ve already got plans, sorry

Mr Grapes: That’s alright!

-

Dance Squad

[04:57pm, Saturday]

Charlese: That’s weird right?

G-Hive: definitely

Scary: you two have fun

G-Hive: @Charlese ill meet u at sals in 30?

Charlese: Yep!

-

“We have got to find a new dinner spot” Amy whispers to Jake across the table who’s giggling.

“Aw but I like Sal’s” He whispers back, their chins nearly touching the table as they duck from view.

“Probably on us that we assumed Gina and Charles wouldn’t come here” Jake continued with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Yeah, that’s definitely on us. What do we do?” Amy asked anxiously.

“What do you mean?”

“They’re here, we’re here, they don’t know about us. What do we do?”

“Sneak out the side door and pretend we were never here?” Jake suggested with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“Sure, let’s do it” Amy agreed, a small smile returning to her face.

The two of them got up quickly, Jake grabbing Amy’s hand and dragging her out of the diner quickly behind him. She had her bag slung over her shoulder and was carrying her scarf, not having had a moment to put it on yet.

Once they were out the door and walking down the street the two of them laughed as Amy finally wrapped her scarf around her neck. Jake took Amy’s arm and linked it with his, holding her close as they walked down the snow lined streets.

“We’ve gotta find somewhere else to get dinner now” Jake brought up after they’d been walking for a few minutes with no real destination in mind.

“How would you feel about pizza?” Amy asked with a smile, knowing exactly how Jake would feel about pizza.

“Dumb question Ames, I know just the place”

He redirected them, crossing the street and turning a corner while Amy simply followed his lead. Once there they ordered and got their pizza, they laughed about their escape from Sal’s again and Jake filled Amy in on the ongoing Sasha drama after she overheard Gina mention it.

They finished their pizza and hung around in the shop for a little while longer, ignoring their phones and everything outside the door. As far as Jake was concerned, right now the world existed in the pizza shop, sitting across the table from him.

It was only when the owner of the shop politely told them he was going to be closing soon did they leave – leaving behind a nice tip for having stayed so long – walking arm in arm slowly back towards campus under the light of the street lamps. Amy could tell Jake was trying to delay saying goodbye to her, and if Amy was honest with herself she didn’t want to say goodbye either.

They stopped at the usual split in their path, this section of the sidewalk held so many memories and emotions that Amy couldn’t believe it had all happened in less than a year. The two of them hugged for probably too long, they were clingy for a few day-old relationship but Amy never wanted it to stop.

“Come back to my dorm with me?” Jake asked her quietly, breath brushing against Amy’s ear in a way that made her skin tingle, “If you want” he added, giving her an out.

“I want to”

It was an easy decision, and one she didn’t regret at all.

-

DDC

[10:28am, Sunday]

G: messaging to check on u bc i havent heard from u in nearly 24 hours

Jacob: im fine g

G: alright G: how r u feeling?

Jacob: great!

G: cool

-

Dance Squad

[10:32am, Sunday]

G-Hive: something happened

Scary: context?

G-Hive: somethings happened with jake

Charlese: Proof?

G-Hive: 1 image attachment G-Hive: says hes great before noon on a sunday G-Hive: i think tf not

Scary: weak

Charlese: Yeah it’s not a super strong argument

G-Hive: ugh honestly you two

Charlese: I’m starting to give up on them honestly Charlese: If it hasn’t happened by now it won’t ever happen

G-Hive: r u serious charles!!! G-Hive: ur not serious

Charlese: Okay I’m not 100% giving up

Scary: i have

Charlese: What??

Scary: my betting day has passed and i either get it exact or i lose Scary: i’m not winning on a technicality

G-Hive: what about the prize money???

Scary: we just don’t pay out?

Charlese: Damn, this is a sad way to end it

G-Hive: HEY! my bet is still ongoing

Scary: you’re seriously gonna hold out hope??

G-Hive: unlike SOME people i dont back down from a bet

Scary: ugh fine i’m still in

G-Hive: YES

Charlese: Okay I’m still in!! you just caught me in a moment of weakness

G-Hive: lovely lovely G-Hive: time to go get proof

-

DDC

[10:51am, Sunday]

G: where r u???

Jacob: my dorm why???

G: i feel like ur lying

Jacob: im not lying gina Jacob: why would i lie about that

G: idk but ill find out

Jacob: u do that

G: ill ask amy where u r

Jacob: amy will just tell u to ask me

G: we will see

-

Girls Girls Girls

[10:55am, Sunday]

Gina: @Amy do u know where jake is??

Amy: I don’t know, probably in his dorm? Amy: He’s probably still sleeping

Gina: hmm okay

-

DDC

[10:57am, Sunday]

G: i still dont believe you

Jacob: 1 image attachment Jacob: what about now??

G: u couldve taken that pic anytime

Jacob: i just took it now

G: ugh fine

-

Girls Girls Girls

[11:03am, Sunday]

Gina: @Amy can u send me a pic of the cover of that book u recommended the other day

Amy: You have never asked for a book recommendation and I don’t believe you that you’re starting now

Gina: u and jake talking about me???

Amy: WHY would Jake and I be talking about you??

Gina: u tell me????

Amy: You are in a mood this morning

Rosa: tell me about it

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[11:07am, Sunday]

Queen G: i have had ENOUGH Queen G: @Four Eyes @Pineapples explain urselves

Four Eyes: What do I have to explain???

Pineapples: i am also confused as to what i need to explain

Queen G: one or both of u are lying to me Queen G: dodging questions and such

Four Eyes: Good god you need to go outside or something

Queen G: i will NOT be made out to be crazy

Pineapples: then stop acting like it girl

Queen G: where r u both right NOW???

Pineapples: in my dorm Pineapples: in bed if u want specifics

Four Eyes: I’m in my dorm, at my desk to be specific

Queen G: take a pic of ur desk rn

Four Eyes: I’m not entertaining this

Queen G: AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH Queen G: im gonna figure it out

RoRo: maybe let it go gina

Mr Grapes: Gotta agree with Rosa

Queen G: ugh fine

-

Dance Squad

[02:35pm, Monday]

G-Hive: im following jake and amy this afternoon G-Hive: who wants to join

Charlese: I’ve got nothing better to do

Scary: this is the last time i’ll entertain you

G-Hive: it wont even be long G-Hive: ill be able to tell if theyre together or not immediately G-Hive: meet me in the courtyard

Charlese: On my way!

Scary: coming

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[02:48pm, Monday]

Ferris: heads up rosa gina and charles are following me to the library Ferris: theyre doing a bad job

Cameron: Hahaha okay

Ferris: should we have some fun with them?

Cameron: We absolutely should

-

Jake made his way to the library happily, lighter than air and excited to see Amy again. When he walked into the library she hadn’t noticed him yet but as soon as Jake saw her he couldn’t stop the smile spreading from ear to ear.

Amy finally noticed him as he approached the table, a matching smile gracing her face, and it took everything in Jake to hold back kissing her as soon as he was sat down next to her. They kept their conversation casual and work focused, it felt like before they were together when the two of them were dancing around whatever was happening between them.

After some subtle searching of the library by taking looks around at random intervals he was able to spot Gina, Rosa, and Charles at a table nearby. They were pretending to be engrossed in one book between the three of them and doing a bad job, Rosa was clearly uninterested but there anyway.

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[03:21pm, Monday]

Ferris: three musketeers sitting at a table near the computers Ferris: doing a terrible job at hiding

Cameron: I’m not even surprised Cameron: What did Gina expect to discover?

Ferris: probs us together

Cameron: Nosiest friends ever

Ferris: haha tell me about it

-

“This is boring, they’re clearly not together” Rosa was annoyed.

“But what if they are and they’re just playing it down?” Gina argued back.

“If they were together we’d know by now” Charles now joined in.

“God this is ridiculous” Gina threw her arms up in frustration, “I just need them to kiss or something”

“Go ask them” Rosa suggested slightly sarcastically.

Gina fixed Rosa with a look that made Charles want to shrink in on himself, feeling grateful he hadn’t crossed either of them.

“We could just wait for them to tell us?” He suggested in hopes of stopping Gina and Rosa’s staring match.

“Fine” Gina agreed begrudgingly.

Gina was the one to get up first, followed by Rosa and then once they started walking away Charles quickly followed, not wanting to be left behind.

-

Jake saw movement out of the corner of his eye, catching his attention he looked up to see Rosa, Gina and Charles all making a hasty exit from the library and he smiled knowing he and Amy had been able to bore them into leaving.

Once their friends had left the library he leaned over and gave Amy a quick peck on the cheek, startling her out of her concentration where she looked at Jake with surprised.

“What abo-“ She began before Jake cut her off.

“They just left”

Amy let out a laugh before placing a hand on the side of Jake’s face, he leaned into it with a content sigh. Jake then reached up to lightly grab Amy’s wrist, keeping her hand in place as he twisted his head to plant another kiss on her palm.

“You can’t distract me like that” Amy said quietly, trying to be teasing but sounding more breathless.

“Sorry” Jake had apologized but didn’t sound one bit sorry, returning to his work with a satisfied smirk.

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[06:25pm, Wednesday]

Queen G: sasha is having a party on sat so im absolutely going Queen G: anyone else in??

Mr Grapes: Oh definitely! Mr Grapes: Do you know if she invited Sam or Matt?

Queen G: she invited both of them and its most of the reason i wanna go

Mr Grapes: It’s self sabotage at this point

RoRo: ill go if it means watching sashas life implode lol

Pineapples: ill be there

Four Eyes: Yeah I’ll go too

Queen G: im so proud of all of u Queen G: so like are you guys team sam, team matt, or team sasha

Charles: I’m team Anne! She’s been messed around

Queen G: so true charles

-

It was the first time they’d hung out as a whole group since Jake and Amy had gotten together and hiding their relationship was more difficult than Jake had anticipated. He wanted to hold her hand in the back of the uber and put his arm around her shoulders as they walked into the party but couldn’t do any of it.

That was until they split up after playing some small drinking games together, Jake immediately asked Amy if she wanted to dance and she couldn’t have said yes quick enough. He assumed his friends were off finding the drama, Gina and Rosa probably on the hunt for people to flirt with while Charles waited for Genevieve to arrive soon.

Once he and Amy had reached the dance floor her pulled her close, bodies pressed up against one another – he wasn’t wasting a single moment keeping her at a distance. They danced together in the way Jake wished they could’ve on New Years, and it was the most fun he’d had at a party in a while.

So much fun that he leaned down to kiss Amy hard, brain slightly foggy after the alcohol they’d had so far, but pleased when Amy leaned into it. The kiss became intense as they abandoned any illusion that they were dancing.

Finally Jake pulled away with heavy breaths, leaning down to whisper into Amy’s ear.

“Bathroom”

She nodded furiously and followed closely behind when Jake grabbed her hand and dragged her away from the dance floor.

-

Queen Gina Linetti @g-hive01

i love being right #calledit #sashasparty

[11:08pm, Saturday]

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[10:47am, Sunday]

Queen G: i think its time we talk about the elephant in the room

Pineapples: what?

Queen G: this has gone on long enough

RoRo: gina what are you doing

Mr Grapes: Don’t do something you’ll regret

Queen G: i have no regrets in life Queen G: including this Queen G: @Four Eyes @Pineapples you two like each other and you need to work it out before I start prematurely aging

RoRo: gina!!

Mr Grapes: We agreed we weren’t gonna meddle and this is beyond that!

Queen G: deafening silence from the culprits themselves

Pineapples: way to make things awkward g…

Four Eyes: Wait, you guys ‘agreed to not meddle’? What does that mean?

Queen G: dw about that Queen G: do u have anything to say for urselves??

Pineapples: gina what did u see???

Queen G: u know exactly what i saw at exactly 11 last night

Four Eyes: Shit

Pineapples: my b ames

Four Eyes: Takes two

Pineapples: if its any comfort gina that bathroom wasnt as romantic as u would imagine

Queen G: i didnt think it would be

Four Eyes: Aw don’t say that babe, I thought it was perfectly respectable

Pineapples: dont lie to me

Four Eyes: Sorry haha

Mr Grapes: Wait wait wait wait Mr Grapes: You just called him babe

Four Eyes: Oops

Pineapples: gina caught us so theres no point keeping secret

Four Eyes: Yes Jake and I are together

Mr Grapes: Greatest day of my life not joking

RoRo: good for u

Queen G: u guys will NEVER make me seem crazy ever again so help me god Queen G: i was fucking RIGHT

RoRo: for reasons you don’t need to know RoRo: when did this start?

Pineapples: last wednesday Pineapples: why?

RoRo: i’m $100 richer

Mr Grapes: Damn

Queen G: ah shit…

Four Eyes: Can’t believe you guys bet on us!

Pineapples: i can

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[11:40am, Sunday]

Ferris changed Cameron’s nickname to Ames Ferris changed their name to Dread Pirate Jake Dread Pirate Jake changed the group chat name to As You Wish

Ames: Aw I’ll miss the Ferris Bueller theme

Dread Pirate Jake: that was for when we were friends Dread Pirate Jake: needed to change now that youre my giirrllfriend

Ames: Haha fair enough Ames: Meet outside to go get lunch together?

Dread Pirate Jake: as u wish my lady <3

-

Dance Squad

[11:40am, Sunday]

Scary: I’ll take my $100 in cash

Charlese: I don’t even care about losing money I’m so happy for them

G-Hive: you will never make a fool out of me again

Scary: sure sure Scary: now pay up

Chap 1 | Chap 2 | Chap 3 | Chap 4 | Chap 5 | Chap 6 | Chap 7 | Chap 8 | Chap 9 | Chap 10

authors note: Oh my god, I can't believe its all done and over.

This is the longest piece of writing I've done so far, what started out as a silly little text fic idea that I wanted to do just to 'not waste a concept' turned into something that I've loved writing and am beyond proud of. I'm sorry there was a bit of a wait between chapters in the middle there but I hope the speedy release of the ending made up for it! Thank you so so much to everyone who commented and left kudos, you guys kept me motivated and excited to write this fic. Shout out to my friends both irl and online (none of whom will see this lol), you guys consistently provide me wonderful content to use in my writing lol (for this chapter it was: "wouldn't you like to know, soup boy")

Thanks again for reading my lil fanfic, I hope you enjoyed it <3

[witchersmistress]

The Swamp

Hello my darlings!! here i am with the swamp chapter, if you read run harper run then you know what happens this is from her point of view so different details and not horrible graphic like one of my monster ones.. anyway..

trigger warning: Violence, implecations of r@pe but not horribly detailed, blood, broken body parts and over all asshole behavior from Duke, Baron and August

Word count: 2.6 K

my usual warnings, you do not have permission to copy my work in any shape way or form, if you do ill find you and haunt you for the rest of your days

Harpers  pov

 As I run from the car, I curse myself silently. I should have leapt into the road and tried to get help. Not that anyone on the highway could have stopped in time to avoid hitting me. It’s too late now, though. I ran into the rice paddies because I was on that side of the car. At least I’m alive, which means I have a chance. That’s what matters. If I want to stay alive, though, I can’t make mistakes. I can’t make decisions out of instinct and fear. I knew this was coming. How many times did I tell myself that if they found out what I’d told Mr. D, they’d kill me—and that was before I spilled the secret that could destroy them. But I wanted to have my fun and eat it, too, so I kept seeing August, even knowing it would be worse when he found out. As I run, I think of the warnings. Baron told me August was a lot of things, but forgiving wasn’t one of them. August told me to leave them alone or I’d be sorry. DeShaun told me what happened to people who cross the Walkers. 

But I didn't need any of them to warn me. I already knew they were dangerous, even deadly. I should have had a plan in place.. Cottonmouths are out, but the water’s still cool in late March, and they’ll be slow. I’ll risk them rather than the Walker boys after a betrayal like mine. It’s almost dark, the sun setting behind the trees. I send a prayer of gratitude as I reach the far side of the rice paddies and race through the weeds to the trees, my feet sinking into the boggy ground with each step. I can hide here. I duck behind a tree, my heart hammering with wild panic. “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Duke’s taunting voice sings. His laughter echoes over the murky water. I stand perfectly still, my back pressed to the thick trunk, my feet on the swollen base of the tree above the water. I swallow hard when I see a snake floating to my right. Suddenly, Baron is on my left, grabbing for me. I leap away from the tree, toward the snake. I almost fall but gain my feet, charging through the water and ducking behind the next tree and the next. But the fucking water gives me away. The ripples lead them right to me no matter how many times I run, and dragging my feet through the knee-high water starts to exhaust me. We go deeper into the swamp, into the shadowy darkness under the new leaves and twilight sky. I almost escaped the twins. When they catch me at last, I kick and slash, frigid liquid sloshing around our shins as we struggle. But there’s one more. I may be a fighter, and I could maybe escape the twins, but August’s a fighter, too. August has moved. He’s bigger and stronger and just as skilled as me.

 When his hand tightens around my neck, my mind flashes back to the railroad tracks, to the day in the hall he choked me out. I see the same emptiness in his eyes now, and I try to reach him like I did then. I know now that our monster is the same, and some part of me clings to the hope that he will recognize that killing me will kill a part of him. But the darkness is too deep, and I can’t find even a shadow of the man I love. When I start to lose consciousness, I welcome it this time. I want to black out. I want it to be over quickly. I hold my breath and try to force myself under. “Don’t kill her, dude,” Duke says. “We get to have some fun with her first.” August drops me into the water, and my traitorous body sucks in air, like it wants to live, even if that means our last hours are torture. I hear a semi on the highway and imagine myself back at the Hummer, throwing myself in its path. Again, I curse myself for running. 

Being crushed by an eighteen-wheeler would have hurt less than what I know is coming. The twins pull me to my feet, jerking my hands together in front of me. I don’t know when I dropped my phone or my knife. I’m still fighting for consciousness when I feel a rough rope cutting into my wrists. Baron deftly binds my hands. I start to flail, fighting with panic, elbowing Baron in the mouth where I smashed my knee and Duke in the injured shoulder, but they’re too strong. It was over the moment August stepped in. Duke pushes me forward, to a little raised patch of ground under a tree. My brain’s still stunned by the lack of oxygen from when August choked me out, and I can barely walk. I think I’m crying, but maybe it’s just swamp water running down my cheeks. The twins wrap the rope around the tree above my head, so my hands are pulled up against it. 

 I try not to howl in pain when my broken hand is crushed against the rough bark. Standing back, they look me over, breathing hard and spitting blood from their exertion while subduing me.  What do I have to lose? Pride’s never done shit for me. When at last I accept that August is gone, that he can’t be reached in that place he’s going inside himself, I turn to the twins. “What are you going to do to me?” I ask, my whole body shaking. “I think you know that,” Duke says with a grin, his eyes taking down my body in a way that makes the hair rise on the back of my neck. “We’re going to fuck you,” Baron says, watching my reaction with keen interest. “It’s about time August shared that juicy ass,” Duke says. “I want to see it bounce.” Baron grins, too, a twisted little smile that makes me cold all over. “I want a taste of that pussy that brought my brother to his knees.” “August,” I cry, twisting around toward him. He doesn’t look at me. He hasn’t looked at me since he said I was dead to him. He’s going to kill me. I know that. It’s as if I’m already dead, a ghost he can’t hear. The twins both look at him, waiting to see if he’ll answer me. Waiting for his permission.

Duke holds out a beer for August. He pops the top off the bottle and takes a drink, his eyes hollow as a doll’s. “I’m done with her,” he says with a shrug. “Do whatever you want.” His words slice jagged lines through my heart. How many times has he said I’m his, times I didn’t appreciate, times I fought against? I didn’t want to be his plaything. Now I see what a fool I was. Belonging to August, letting him own me, being his Walker girl, his little slut, even his plaything, is the best thing that could happen to a girl like me. “Stop playing with her and punish her,” August growls. I’d almost forgotten he was here. At last, real tears burn my eyes, shame and pain plunging a knife into my heart. He’s here. Watching. Giving me to his brothers.

Sharing me with them against my will, like a toy that belonged to him, and now he’s passing it on. His broken doll, his used plaything. He’s sanctioning this, maybe ordering it. The punishment for betrayal. “Aww, but it’s my one chance to play,” Duke says to him, sliding a finger inside me. “And you know how I like games.” Baron snickers behind him, and my body tightens with terror again. They’re all psychotic, worse than snakes, worse than anything I imagined. They’re not my friends, not my protectors. They’ll watch Duke claim me, knowing he loves the game, the attention. They’re all loving it except me. They all want this. They want me to hurt, to scream, to shatter. And they know how to make it happen.

“Cum for me like you do for him,” he whispers against my ear, his lips tracing the column of my neck. “Let me feel you like he does. Pretend I’m him if it gets you there, Harper. I want to feel you cum so bad. I’ll be right there with you.”

Humiliation crashes over me in waves, dousing the heat in my body like cold, grey, used dishwater. I shiver, fighting to pull myself free, to pull my arms and legs in, to cover my body in all its exposure and vulnerability. But there’s no escape, no hiding. “I’m bored,” August drawls, sounding like he is genuinely unaffected by the scene he just witnessed. Like he’s seen it a million times, and it no longer even registers. “Let’s go.”

I squeeze my eyes closed behind the hood and burn at his cold, heartless words. He’s bored of watching his brothers take turns with me. He’s done, I think, clinging to the sense of relief that thought brings. It’s almost over. But when I hear his feet sloshing away through the water, my mind cries out with panic. No, no, no. They can’t leave me here. They can’t leave me tied up. No one ever comes out here. I can’t even scream to alert anyone who might work in the fields. I’ll die before I’m found. “Dude, I can’t believe August’s leaving us,” Duke says. “The fun was just starting.” I hear a clicking sound, and a minute later, something sears into my skin on the back of my hip. I yelp in shock at the pain, the sound muffled behind the gag. Duke laughs maniacally. He presses harder, and I can smell the stink of burnt skin even through the hood.

“Let’s drop off August and come back,” Baron says, lowering his voice. “He’s done with her. He said to leave her here. No reason we can’t have some fun with her before she dies.” “Fuck yeah,” Duke crows, pulling away whatever he was burning me with. “Let’s call Cotton he’s always up for a little rape and pillage sesh, I don’t think she’ll be going anywhere after this.” I jerk at the ropes, listening to them giggle at their plot as they zip up their bags. And then they’re wading through the water, leaving me tied and gagged in the damp swamp. I cry out, hoping they’ll hear the muffled sounds and take pity on me. I just need them to untie me, so I can get home. I’d do it. I’d walk barefoot along the side of the road, every mile back to Faulkner, as if it’s worth returning to. What does it matter if I have clothes? If someone picks me up and kidnaps me, so what? I’ve endured the worst, and I’m still breathing. If they hear me, though, they do n’t stop. There’s no mercy in these boys for a girl who betrayed their darkest secrets to the enemy.

When they’re gone, there’s silence except for the drone of mosquitos and an occasional splash that makes my heart stop. I dread hearing them return. I dread a night out here alone. It might only get down to fifty degrees, but I’m naked and wet, with only my head covered. Will that be enough to kill me? Would a snake really crawl inside me? No, that’s ridiculous. I’m panicking. I need to focus on my hands. They’ve always saved me. They’re the only things that can save me now. I try to work the ropes free, but my right hand is mangled, the bones broken and the swelling so big my fingers feel like clumsy sausages. I work with my left hand, even though it’s numb from being above my head so long. If I get it free, I can free my right hand.

The ropes are so tight, though, and I can’t even see what kind of knot they tied. Bending my wrist at an awkward angle, I fumble with it, trying to get my fingers around to the knots that feel like they’ve been soldered together. Over and over again, I tell myself none of it matters. What they just did doesn’t matter. They don’t matter. August doesn’t matter. Mr. D is a faded memory. What I told him, it doesn’t matter, either. All that matters is right here, right now. Freeing myself. Me. My life. I matter. That’s all. I work until my fingers are raw, my nails torn and bleeding, too stiff from cold and numb from being raised above my shoulders. The burn on my

hip throbs with each heartbeat, my hands are a blaze of pain, and between my thighs is raw and torn. It must be the middle of the night by now, and I’m not free. I can’t free myself. The helplessness is the worst of all of it. I sag against the tree and try to breathe through the wet hood. I want to scream, to pour my fiery rage over the land and leave nothing but a burnt crater of my fury. I am supposed to take care of myself.

I’m the one person who does that. And I failed. I fucking failed. While I rest, I try to think my way out. No one will come for me. It could take days for Mom to sober up enough to realize I haven’t come home. She’ll assume I’m off with a guy, proving that I’m just like her. It’ll be too late by the time anyone starts looking, if they even do. More likely, they’ll assume I ran away. I’m a poor kid, after all. We do that shit, so why waste resources looking? No one else would help me even if they could. I have no friends. No father. Not even Mr. D. I cut him off. I pushed everyone away. If I never let them close, they could never leave. I told myself it was enough, that I was enough. And now I’m not, and I will pay for that mistake with my life. My only hope is the enemy, the very people who left me here to die. I have no one else. Only me. So, I have to try. One more time. My last fight night, the fight for my life.

I work with my numb hands until I feel blood running down my arms from the ropes. When my fingers lose all feeling, I yank at my arms, growing more and more desperate. I throw myself one way and another, hoping I can see through my own wrists with the rope. If I had to walk out with no hands, at least I’d be alive. I cry out silently, my voice gone, choking on the gag, my shoulders wrenching until the pain overwhelms me, and I can’t pull at the bonds anymore. I don’t know how long I'll be there.

Every truck that roars by on the highway makes me jump, every creak of the trees sends my panic spiraling. Frogs and insects drown out any other sound. When I hear voices again, a horrible relief swells in my chest. They’re coming back for me. Whispering drifts across the standing water, and then soft rippling laps at the ground near my feet. I can’t tell where they are. Is it the twins—just the twins? Everything echoes strangely in the watery swamp. A shiver runs up my spine, prickling the hair on the back of my neck. Their last words replay in my mind. When I hear the sloshing coming closer, terror replaces the relief, and the blood in my veins turns to ice crystals. They’re coming back for me

[mlobsters]

supernatural s14e17 game night (w. meredith glynn)

can't complain about donatello being back, i always liked him. but not if they're just gonna kill him off quickly, as they are wont to do in these last couple seasons

MARY Um, it will-- I hope. I just thought it would be nice to stay in for a change. You know, this was his favorite game when he was little. How about you? Feeling better?

ah yes because not just a childhood favorite game, but a 4 year old's favorite game :p

reminding us jack is acting soulless in the lying liar way

ANAEL The Winchesters-- they don't know you're here, do they? CASTIEL Why do you say that? ANAEL Oh, I don't know, just a general reek of ill-conceived lone-wolf desperation.

good one

SAM I should be there with you. DEAN It's fine. SAM No, it's not.

hear, hear sammy

DEAN Ancient Hebrew. What the hell? Sammy sounds stressed. MARY It's not just Sam. It's Jack… it's you. I just wish there was something that I c-- DEAN Hey. You're here, okay? You're here. MARY But I should've been here more. But I know how I am. I can be closed off… and hard. DEAN Yeah, well, that's where I get it from. MARY Listen. I just need you to know… I'm grateful. For every day I get to spend with you and Sam.

mushy music swells. *squints* that's... foreboding

it's really some kind of gift how jay gruska's music can make me roll my eyes. what is it! the little action music as mary and dean approach donnie's house, ugh.

no matter how much i like his actor i am exhausted with the machinations to keep him around

DEAN Whoa! Hey. Hey! Not now. Okay? Not yet.

i like it. let the angry sam out of the bag. i'd seen gifs of this and thought it was lucifer, so that finally answers that question. wonder if yet will ever come to pass. way this show goes, guessing not

the way dean stiff armed sam and he bounced back tickled me. and bringing out some of the feral sam. he's like i AM going to take out some of my guilt and feelings on the murdering murderer i feel responsible for releasing!

SAM Donatello's in this because of me. A police officer is dead because of me. I'm the one who let Nick go, I'm the one who… What was I thinking? MARY You thought he deserved a chance. SAM Yeah, well, he didn't. MARY Sam, look at me. Nick's choices are his. Just his. You didn't know th-- SAM That's not an excuse. MARY No one's making excuses, but-- You gave him a chance because you felt for him… because you're a good man. You are. It's one of the reasons I'm so proud of you.

got a little much there at the end but yes PLEASE we don't need to pile on the guilt over this. and man, padalecki has been hitting it out of the park when it comes to these one-on-one's with the parents. he brings such a different dynamic

NICK Everybody's a monster. Even your three dads-- how many innocent people you think they've killed?

literally never getting over that they're regularly all referenced as his dads.

ANAEL No, you're not. You're doing this because you're afraid. Because in your mind, it'd be easier to call God than to tell Sam and Dean Winchester the truth. CASTIEL The truth? ANAEL Jack's soul is gone, Castiel. And there's nothing you can do about it. Look. I don't want to say all that and hurt your feelings, so…what do you say we call it a night?

reminds me a bit of the type of dialogue written for midge on the marvelous mrs maisel. and what a burn

LOL what! another samulet

DEAN Look, you try anything funny, Sammy's gonna shoot you. Anything happens to me-- NICK Wait. Let me guess. Sammy's gonna shoot me. SAM Yeah, to start.

definitely do not want to be in sam's line of fire if something happens to dean

SAM No. No. Lucifer's dead. He's in the Empty. NICK Yeah, and he's awake… and with the help of your little prophet friend, I was able to have a convo with him, and he told me how to bring him back. DONATELLO!LUCIFER It won't be easy. You'll have to prove yourself. The Winchesters will be a problem. But you can use that, twist it… find a way to get to my son. His blood. You need his blood. NICK Come on, Sam. Nobody stays dead anymore. You know that. All you need is a little elbow grease, some new friends. Where you think I got that angel grace? Who do you think hid me after I carved up that cop? Demons. Yeah. They want Lucifer back almost as much as me. So, thanks.

okaaayyyy. could this be any more convoluted?

sammy. jack's got wings and knows how to heal people, couldn't he just pop over?

empty!terminator's got blobby wings now

SAM You-- You always put-- You always put me first. DEAN No, no. Shh, shh. Come on. Come on, man. SAM Your whole life…

i am not crying over this!

dean's reaction to sam being basically brought back from the brink of death yet again... oof.

so beautiful. guessing she's not long for this earth

[rainbowfairyhue333]

Nobody Special

She was a girl like any other. really she was. at least thats how she saw herself from the beginning of time. there was no better possible equation of how she would be able to see herself no matter how hard she tried to say she loved herself when she would look in the mirror every morning..

Dawn came up just like the night had come before and another day stared at her in the face with no remorse.

"Why am i forced to be here?" she said.

I did not ask to be born. Somebody just decided they wanted a baby and walla,,, here I am and for what? oh yeah that's right just to suffer.

You see Hannah had not lived an easy life and it was only getting worse as time progressed on. She was starting to believe that despite her best efforts, nothing was going to change and that she had in fact been cursed just like a christian man had told her she was when she last visited hope fellowship. Now after losing contact with matthew, all she wanted to do was go be a stripper and not give a fuck about God or about anything anymore for the rest of all of time. It didn't help that she had miscarried his baby in Febuary 2023 last year the fucking month of love.

There were not a whole lot of people on earth that understood what she had gone through. Besides matthew, there was only 2 other people that she had ever felt fully safe with in her entire life. their names were israel and collin.

Its a long story with all this but this is just the preface and my name is Israel and i am hannah's second fiance here to tell you the story of why Hannah is mentally ill.

A mixture of trauma including sexual abuse by her own father and her neighbor mr. lay since age 4, a mother who told her she worshipped the devil when she would listen to z 104.5 the edge, (the only radio station that was able to stop her from attempting suicide) and a sister who attempted to strangle her to death when she was 11 years old for wanting to listen to classical music over rock.

As far as family went, Hannah was defiinitely the black sheep and at times even felt like the spiritual goat. gotta throw in some humor with this. its the only way to write such a tragic book.

Hannah and her sister Janelle are 11 months apart. Janelle and her are very much in sync all the time and I thank God for that.

This is a story and novel about real life events that took place in the years of 1993-2024 in Hannah Renee Lesh's life. It involves black majick witches, 2 demon possessed men that she dated, one of them in which she married and lost a baby with. It also involves a story about hannah going to a portal of hell at laureate hospital when she attempted to strangle herself and hang herself over 17 times in one day after losing my baby and after recognizing she was pregnant when michael and her broke up. It involves a story about my non blood related sister molesting me and her sister helen too and how hannah was able to know it had happened and was happening because hannah is a witch and didnt know it yet.

It involves a heartbreaking story about how family and childrens killed her father and how much justice is needed in this world.

I am here because i love hannah and although she struggles with many things, i believe her story deserves to be heard.

so grab some popcorn, pop a squat and listen to a story about the only angel of a woman that ever deserved the absolute best of everything in the world and was instead served shit for breakfast.

Hi my name is Collin and i've taken over for Israel's narration because he is crying and having a panic attack.

I am the man hannah fell in love with when she was only 15. Much like Job in the bible, Hannah had absolutley everything she ever wanted and dreamed to have taken away from her. 4 babies from 4 different men, a best friend at wright christian academy that she fell in love with named Nicole. Hannah was afraid to tell her family and parents because of the brainwashed christianity they were in. Her own dad called her a hore when she lost her virginity. Imagine what he would of done if she told him she was in love with a girl and wanted to marry her. and thats just it. Nicole was and is here to forever more Hannah's female soulmate. more about that later.

Without further adue, here is Hannah's story of overcoming adversity, being in the eye of the storm of black majick witchcraft for over 8 years and how she rose above and was resilient and perservered through it all and to this day is still alive fighting for recovery and healing. God bless anyone who reads this book. May it wake up the world to the trials we face reminding us we were never meant to walk alone.

[nowis-scales]

As the final battle of CF draws nearer…

So too does Koto’s loss of patience with this route…

(Emblems:

❃ = Positive, not a problem

❋ = It is entirely neutral

✾ = It’s a bit negative, but it’s told in a joking way

✿ = It is negative and critical

Remember to filter #Fodlan Fault Finding and #Shut Up About Del as needed!)

✾ Why does what EdeIgard said give me the vibes of Mr. Waternoose from Monsters Inc.?

“I’ll kidnap a thousand children before I let this company die!”

“There is nothing I would not sacrifice to cut a path to Fódlan’s new dawn!”

“I’ll kill a thousand people before I let these countries remain independent!”

Also, it’s not a sacrifice if you don’t actually care about what you’re getting rid of? Like all you’ve sacrificed here is your school days. Other people fucking died, EdeIgard lol ✾

❋ I know he’s wrong here, at least about her mother, but damn I’m glad he gets to sink his teeth into her a little. It really hasn’t happened for anybody this much in this route, so… good for him, I guess? Would’ve preferred some therapy for him, but I’ll take it? I suppose? ❋

✾ “Your obsession with me is appalling,” EdeIgard says, with the utmost confidence, like she didn’t avoid progressing her war for five years because she missed Byleth, or angrily insist on destroying Rhea for something someone else did to her.

Pot calling kettle black here, Edie ✾

✿ As a villain’s speech, this is fucking awesome.

As a hero’s speech, this is fucking terrible.

Before now I’ve talked about being frustrated with her character writing: the obvious favouritism, the deliberately unclear motivations, the benevolent sexism… but I’ve also talked about how much I love some of her negative character traits. Her self-righteousness makes her scary, her unwillingness to relent shows a determination we don’t always get to see in female characters, and her manipulations are unnerving and intriguing all at the same time.

But this is a speech where she’s just straight up being a dick, and the game’s wobbly foundation for “morally grey hero” really shows here. Three out of four of the things she says here are a jab at his mental illness:

• You’re obsessed with me (I am ignoring the fact that I have participated in traumatizing you.)

• If you were a normal human, you would have died already (I do not think you are strong enough mentally to have survived without your crest.)

• Farewell, King of Delusion (I know some of the things you are saying are not true, but I do not want to consider if any of your words have any value.)

And the thing she says after this is her blaming him for not going along with her plans. If it were peaceful times, like it would be if you just gave up and let me win, then we wouldn’t have this problem.

Like, I cannot read this seriously as a hero’s speech. It’s such a large discrepancy between the rest of the route that I find myself wondering if it wasn’t the same people, or if they just went “oh wait, I just remembered she’s a villain, gotta write something harsh hold on”.

How much you wanna bet that Kusakihara or someone closely affiliated to him got to write this part, because it paints her in a negative light? He is the one who said she’s a villain, after all. Between Hopes and the rest of Crimson Flower, it’s clear that Koei Tecmo did not care what he thought. ✿

✾ (Insert JennaMarbles’s “And who’s fault is that?” meme) ✾

✿ Right. Yeah. That’s what’s happening. Yep. Mmm-hmm.

As you can tell, after her speech, I just don’t have the energy to contend with (vague gestures) whatever this is. ✿