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HEARTLESS 💔 - PART FIFTEEN

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: the aftermath of Wyatt's birthday party. You and Jack end up hurting each other with your different points of view, but your love is stronger

(This is the fifth chapter of the HEARTLESS 💔 series)

• PART ONE TO FOURTEEN ON MY MASTERLIST

Warnings: angst, two idiots in love, fluff, mom!reader

A/N: besties, I love this chapter very much, I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do. Our cowboy deserves nothing but the best and I know how much you've missed him! I have missed him too! ❤️

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You smiled at the pictures and at your son the entire time, a part of you was indeed extremely happy to be there, holding your baby boy who was now growing into a wonderful child, turning four and blowing his candles next to his daddy for the first time in his life. He looked at everyone who gathered around and sang him happy birthday with awe, never seen so many people cheering on him, gifting him presents, not to mention the other presents he got from his daddy before. Wyatt was having the best day of his little life, amongst others best days of his life, ever since his father came into the picture, he made sure to make things memorable for him.

On the other, you were feeling a hint of hurt, perhaps a melancholy even, too many emotions happening all at once: you and Jack making out constantly like horny teenagers, that felt pretty good, giving you a sense of freedom, finally expressing your feelings and your hormones, the things you'd been so desperately trying to hide from the others as well as from yourself, for a long time you carried with shame the love you felt for Jack Daniels, after what he did to you and your son. You never thought it would even be possible to express those feelings you desperately pretended to be non-existent, but again, that cowboy had his own way to make your world upside down and his gentle attitude, loving words, warm eyes and a tight, manly grip around your body had you hostage again, you simply couldn't break free from Jack Daniels, even if you tried to - and you did, for very long - he just had a way to keep you his. It felt bittersweet to know you were free to be with him, now Frankie was out of the picture, which was also partially why you felt upset. It's not a matter of breaking up with him, even if Whiskey wasn't in the picture, you and Frankie would end up splitting up sooner or later; he was just too close to his ex-wife to be over her, your relationship was just a consequence of two lonely people looking for a hook-up online. He was handsome, sweet and a good kisser, but you weren't in love with him, your heart was never open to anyone but the cowboy that both disgraced your life and also added a sense to it. It was only a matter of time until either of you would have to start the unpleasant conversation and get things done with; however, what made you upset was the way the break-up happened. Perhaps it would've been better if it didn't happen in the middle of your son's birthday party and though there wasn't a scene apart from when his daughter bit your son, it still felt odd. You were disappointed in Frankie for finding out he'd been hiding things from you, but just because of that, you didn't think it was appropriate for Jack to throw Frankie's dossier onto his lap as if they were in the middle of an interrogation. You were thankful your cowboy was protective and willing to take the risks to help and protect you, but you knew you would've handled things differently. Still, things were done and they'd remain that way, you were at least thankful you didn't have to handle things like that at all.

But Jack still pressured you and made you uncomfortable, he was already talking about marriage, kids and you weren't there yet. Of course you wanted to spend time with your cowboy, you were willing to make things right for your family, for your son and also for yourself, but you didn't want to get married and let alone have more kids. You didn't trust Jack with getting you pregnant, the trauma and the sadness you went through in a moment that was supposed to be one of the best and happiest of your life was too present, you still had nightmares about it and you were not willing to let it repeat itself, even if your cowboy got on his knees and swore to you he'd never do anything like that, you wouldn't like to figure out by yourself.

You couldn't lie to yourself if you said you hadn't let your mind wander and dared to think of an alternative scenario where you went all the way with Jack: marriage and another kid. Perhaps it could work, you had no way to guess if it would, but you decided to be safe rather than sorry and immediately draw the line. You could tell he'd become upset at your immediate refusal right under the willow tree, he was surprisingly soft when it came to family business and it wouldn't be different when you weren't interested in his future plans. Jack Daniels was a traditional man, he was one to get married and settle down, just like he'd been taught from a young age, like real men were supposed to do. He thought that now that you and him were finally on the same page about becoming a real family and giving it a shot, you would also agree with him. He thought you'd say yes to his proposal even if it wasn't official yet and also his idea to give Wyatt a baby brother or baby sister. However, you'd said no. He couldn't even blame you, no one could; even if you were the most selfish person in the world, - which you weren't, because after all the shit he'd done, he'd committed himself to worship the ground you stepped on - he knew it was understandable and expectable too. But that old broken heart was overflowing with love for you and your son, it just kept the fire of hope alive, so when you'd been nothing but clear when you stated you wouldn't get marry nor have kids, he got upset. Not only that, he felt quite rejected. Perhaps it was a product of the tension he went through with your ex earlier that day, he had hated Frankie since day one, even before finding the dirt on him, he just couldn't have sympathy for anyone who had the woman he loved; if it were up to him, he would've kicked his ass and told him to fuck off, but he couldn't do that in the middle of his son's birthday party, not when toddlers ran around and the adults enjoyed good food and drink. And then that little monster Frankie called a daughter bit his boy and Jack felt angry. He was actually pissed. Yeah, she was a child - a very spoiled, whiny and annoying one - and he knew that often happened, but he'd always hated biters, his little sister was a biter and he learned from a young age to hate this kind. There was also the fact he was actually being able to take part in his son's birthday for the first time and the need of making everything perfect and memorable for Wyatt was a bit nerve wracking, not that he would admit it, but Jack Daniels didn't lose sleep before a mission, but he did lose sleep before a four-year-old party because he wasn't sure if the inflatables and the trampolines were good enough.

At that point, Jack was just tired, too many people around his home, making too much noise and whereas his son was having the time of his life, Whiskey preferred the moments he'd spent with only you and him, where Wyatt played with his pony and you were both quiet and affectionate. However, each time Wyatt's laugh was heard all over the place, the cowboy couldn't hold back his unconscious smile, he never knew how the happiness of a child could make him feel young and good again. Like the bad, rough path in his life had never existed. When he left the willow tree with you and your son, Whiskey was silent, not getting closer, he felt the sting of rejection and even if he knew it wasn't fair and that you had all the right to want different things in life, he still pouted and put his cowboy hat on, following you down the party.

He kept his distance once everyone sang Wyatt happy birthday, he could feel the same tension you did, the way you stood all stiff next to your son, occasionally smiling at everything and everybody but avoiding his gaze, it made his heart clench, he didn't really know what else to do. He didn't want to lose you, but it seemed at times that no matter what he did, if he showered you with love or affection, he still managed to scare you off. He closed his eyes and sighed, another flash by the cameras that photographed the moment he stood next to his family. Normally Jack wouldn't be in so many pictures, but he always made exceptions for you and now your son too. The cowboy was so caught up in his feelings, he only noticed how close you were the moment you wrapped your arms around him, closing the distance between the two of you and Wyatt stood on a chair, to be at your height so you could have a beautiful picture to watch in the future. He looked at you slightly surprised, not expecting a physical touch from you, even if the warmth was so soothing and familiar, he didn't expect to have your body glued tight to his. It was some kind of hypnosis, being away from you for so long, whenever he was able to touch you, it simply didn't feel real at all. He still couldn't ignore how upset he was, but when he looked into your eyes and saw your smile, he went soft. Posing for another picture wanting that moment to be eternalized.

•••

"Cake?" You offered Jack a small plate, joining him at one of the many tables that were set through the backyard. One by one, the guests began taking off after the cake was cut and served, the party naturally coming to an end after hours of fun and adventure for the kids as well as their parents who drank, ate and danced, because if there was something Jack Daniels was good at, it was definitely throwing a ranch party. Wyatt baffled the two of you, still having the energy to bounce from inflatable to inflatable, trampoline from trampoline, so excited he completely forgot about the pile of presents exclusively for him. You were exhausted and you could tell the cowboy was just the same, taking the cake from your hand with a small thank you as he began nibbling at it.

He was upset, you could tell, because his aviators were back on, covering his eyes and even if they weren't uncovered you just knew they wouldn't carry that traditional spark. His shit-eating grin was replaced by his serious expression and you just felt so frustrated with that man. Instead of having your lips on those tempting lips of his, you had to go through that whole awkward situation with him. Why couldn't things be a lot more simple? Why couldn't you just enjoy each other's company, without making things complicated?

He didn't say anything at first, just watching as Wyatt ran from one place to the other, enjoying the toys a lot more now that he didn't actually need to share them with the other kids.

"Why don't you wanna marry me?" Jack broke the silence, not looking directly at you, he looked down instead, eager and also scared to hear your answer.

"Instead of asking me this, why don't you answer my question, Jack?! Why do you wanna marry me so bad?"

You caught that cowboy by surprise, out of all the answers in the world, the ones he could have possibly heard, that was something he didn't expect.

"I-I…" he started but bit his lips, taking his glasses off and looking at you "it doesn't feel real to me that you want to give our family a chance, the feeling I have is that one day you'll wake up and get back to your senses, that you'll remember I'm not good and shouldn't be forgiven, so I fear you will walk away from me. I figured that if we get married, not only would it assure me that wouldn't happen, but we could also pick up from where we left off" that making perfect sense in his mind.

"So you just want to trap me?"

"Sugar, don't look at things that way… I mean yeah, getting married would be a way of making sure you don't regret giving me a chance, but I would also like to continue from where we left off…"

"We will never continue from where we left off, Jack… listen, Wyatt just turned four, which means we're talking about nearly five years in the past; there's been too much between us, a horrible, traumatic, violent, break up. There was a pregnancy, also traumatic, because it was scary, painful, stressful, there was a child birth, countless nights of staying up and taking care of a baby I wasn't even sure how to do so, I'm not holding it against you, but there's no turning back, Jack. You will never be able to make up for this all because it's long gone, and I can see you want to prove yourself, have a chance so you can show me now you can handle taking care of a baby, but I'm not gonna be part of your experiment"

"I just thought we could be a family, a real, big family, I know the three of us are already one, but I wanted to have another baby, I wanted to make you my wife, have you wear a big fancy ring around your beautiful finger and go to bed and wake up every single day for the rest of my life next to you. I'm not saying that what we have now, how we are getting along and finally breaking the barrier that was keeping us apart isn't good, but I wanted more… I wanted to know for a fact one day you won't just wake up and walk away from me, sugar"

And that was exactly the kind of assurance you couldn't offer him. Yes, you were willing to be with Jack, as a couple maybe, as lovers definitely because you simply couldn't get your hands off your cowboy, but were you 100% certain you wanted to have him for the rest of your life? You didn't know.

"It seems like we want different things in life Jack… you pressure me when you talk about this, about the future, when you talk about having babies as if the whole experience with Wyatt hadn't happened"

"And you hurt me when you just discard our future without a second thought, sugar" he looked down, placing the plate on the table and sighing, getting up and taking his leather jacket off, placing it on your shoulder, surprising you at the soft touch, only then realizing you were actually shivering at the cool wind. The cowboy excused himself and walked inside.

•••

Whiskey had got inside his home, pouring himself a glass of the hardest Statesman liquor he could find and got into his bathtub. He let out a loud groan, his sore muscles finally relaxing under the warm water, but unfortunately to him, not all the relaxation in the world could soothe his heart. He wasn't even sure what that all meant. Were you and him still trying? Broken up? He didn't know and he was afraid to ask, perhaps it would be better if he left that question mark hanging for a little while. He sank his head under the water so he could be alone with his thoughts.

You called Wyatt, who finally came running to you. He was panting and his skin was sticky with sweat from how much he played even if the weather wasn't warm anymore. He smiled and gave you a big hug, snuggling you and letting out a yawn, he had never been happier, though he frowned not seeing his daddy. You explained to your son Jack had had an early night because he was tired. All of you were, but you knew Wyatt still needed a warm bath before bed.

Once your son was clean up, warm and tucked in bed, you felt kind of awkward, not sure if you should lie down or go after Jack. Things had escalated to more than tense once you two opened your hearts and though you wanted to make things right, you didn't know how to. Jack was a stubborn man, and if he had that idea in mind, you knew you wouldn't be able to go against it. However, you were also sure you wouldn't be able to simply go to bed when things were so unsolved, you couldn't say yes to his marriage proposal in one night, but you could at least make sure things were alright - or not - between the two of you.

You exited your bedroom and decided to go to Jack's, so eager to knock on his door you barely noticed him walking towards you, apparently he also had issues he had to address. You stopped just inches from bumping against him, but it didn't stop the cowboy to hold you by the hips. He smiled down at you, but it didn't meet the eyes, and you were sure he was still upset.

"Hey sugar, going somewhere in a rush?" He asked curiously at your nod but since you didn't actually reply to his question, he just cleared his throat

"I was wondering if you'd be okay with me taking Wyatt to the Statesman tomorrow morning? I gotta go there to make some payments for the service some employees did at the party and I was thinking that would be a nice opportunity for him to see his daddy's workplace"

He smirked proudly, imagining how excited Wyatt would be while running around the hallways of Statesman, seeing the cool stuff his daddy worked with. He was sure he would enjoy their time together, but the moment he noticed your sad expression, Jack frowned, concerned about you and what could've happened.

"Jack, can I ask you a question? Are you mad at me? About the fact I don't want more babies or a wedding?"

He sighed and bit his lip, carefully choosing his words, he didn't want to offend you in any way, but he wasn't great at hiding how upset that made him

"I'm not mad, it's your choice… but as I said, it made me upset, I had already made plans for us, sugar. It's nice we're getting along, but I expected more, as you already know… Would you ever marry me? Someday?"

"I-I don't know, Jack" you sighed and looked down, ashamed of your honest response, being sure it would hurt that broken heart even more.

He nodded and looked around, taking a step back from you. He thought of kissing your lips goodnight, but he didn't actually see the point in it.

•••

Jack and Wyatt had left earlier in the morning, your little boy was still very sleepy and cuddly as he first got up, climbing your lap and snuggling you, just like he did it as a small baby, though now time was flying and he was growing more and more each day. You had wrapped your arms around him and played with his soft, growing curls, listening to his calm soft breaths as he fell asleep again. You rested your chin on his head and closed your eyes, happy at the small time you had with him, you missed Wyatt terribly for the past two days, as the two of you were so busy with his party you barely spent time together. Jack walked into the living room, looking good in his clothes, aviators on and his hat in hands, going absolutely silent once he realized his son had fallen asleep.

"Do you want me to leave him here so he can sleep some more?" He suggested it, but you quickly dismissed the idea, you knew how excited Wyatt was to go out with his daddy, he just needed a few minutes to catch up on his sleep.

The cowboy joined you on the couch, his big hand stroking his son's soft curls and watching his sleep features in adoration, his son was absolutely gorgeous, he had taken a lot from you, even if he did have a lot of similarities with his daddy, Jack came to the conclusion he was all you. He smiled at that thought and sighed softly, at the same time Wyatt opened his brown eyes and giggled to see his daddy right there. Neither of you addressed the short, frustrating conversation you had in the hallway the night before, instead you both focused on serving Wyatt breakfast and you helped Jack buckle him up in his Bronco so they could have their boys adventure.

And then you were free to do whatever you wanted. It was definitely a rare moment of your post pregnancy life where you could actually do anything you wanted without having to worry about your son. Even though being a mother meant you would worry about your kid at all times, you trusted Jack knowing he'd keep your son safe. Helen didn't take long to arrive and assured you she would be supervising the cleaning team Jack hired to clean after the party, you could do that without her help, but she was just so kind to you, you thanked her by assuring the woman she could go home right afterwards, no need to cook any meals as you would take care of it.

While you were oddly free, the first thing you decided to do was take a bath. You figured Jack wouldn't mind lending you his tub; you wouldn't make a mess or snoop around his stuff, you just filled the tub, picked your favorite bath bomb and sank your entire body into the water, sounds of relief coming out of your mouth. You couldn't even remember the last time you were able to take such a relaxing bath, at any time you wanted and spending as long as you'd like. Chances were the last time you actually spent some time like that was even before getting pregnant, probably inside Jack's tub as well. You weren't sure if you just closed your eyes and relaxed or if you'd dozed off, but nearly an hour later, you were drying yourself and getting dressed, feeling so good about herself. Looking out the window, you saw that the tables that had crowded the backyard just a day before had gone, the green fields seemed spotless clean, but the inflatables were still there; of course Jack would pay extra to have them for longer so Wyatt would play.

You turned around and picked your riding boots, it was time you paid your beautiful Silver Pony a visit and took her for a ride.

The walk to the stables was fast, you were so used to going in the same direction you were able to just follow it through muscle memory; there was a time you rode horses almost every day, and that didn't necessarily make you good at it, you were decent at best, Jack always made sure to be around and take care of you, though he used to encourage you to try and do it alone, so you would always go with Silver Pony, she wasn't a racing horse, she never sped up and you just loved going out with her. You loved that horse, and she loved you too.

"Hi girl, I missed you" you said excitedly as soon as you eyed her, the horse showing the same excitement to see you, moving her body and motioning her head towards you, so you'd pet her. You chuckled at how sweet your lovely friend was and got the saddle ready, just like the cowboy had taught you to do and in no time you were riding your beloved horse again. Not without attaching your fruit basket to her saddle, an old habit of picking up fresh fruit straight from the trees.

It was a very beautiful day, sunny and warm, and you only cursed under your breath for forgetting the beautiful hat Jack had gifted you. You smiled at the idea of going horseback riding with your son and your cowboy, it would definitely be a good family date, you decided you'd bring it up later that day.

You saw the fence that indicated the end of Jack's property and since you didn't have schedules or responsibility for the day, you just decided to ride further, as you hadn't been around the neighborhood in so long.

You hadn't taken your phone nor a watch so you had no idea how long you've been riding Silver Pony, you passed by the fruit trees, the neighbors' property and you only realized you'd gone far when you saw the cemetery gate. You swallowed hard, knowing this place without ever being there, you knew how long Jack had spent visiting the grave of his late wife and unborn son. He had the habit of visiting them very often, once a week at least, bringing them flowers and spending some time there, talking to them, as it was the only thing that could give his broken heart some comfort. Then, as the years passed and the pain still lingered there, he continued his ritual, only being able to actually reduce it once he met you, then his visits stopped being weekly, but he still felt the need of seeing them. You respected and understood that, even if it seemed a little too depressing at the time, but then, standing so near and yet so far from their grave, you felt an urge to go and see them. It came out of nowhere, you hadn't even thought of Jack's late family, they hadn't crossed your mind in days, but at that very moment you decided you needed to see her grave. You had never even considered doing so, but you would. Tying Silver Pony to a tree so she could relax under the shadows, you picked some wildflowers you found on the grass, feeling weird to walk inside empty-handed.

You weren't bothered by cemeteries, you didn't see the fuss in visiting them, but you didn't avoid it when you had to, seeing it was a simple place, a lot of green fields and flowers, one could say it was even a beautiful place. You walked around paying attention to the tombstones, wanting to find hers, which didn't take very long. Amongst the other simpler ones, hers stood with fresh flowers and a beautiful but sad sculpture of a cherub angel.

Of course Jack would get his wife nothing but the best. You took a step closer and lowered yourself, placing the wildflowers next to the other ones, a little shy at how simple your last minute tribute was, but you could feel she was a kind-hearted woman and wouldn't mind it at all.

"Gabriella Daniels

Loving mother and wife.

Gone but not forgotten"

The inscriptions on her tombstone were simple but it brought you a pang of sadness, watching how beautiful she was in the picture, she should be around Jack's age by then, and yet, she looked younger than you currently were. You'd been her age, but she would never live up to turn your age. It was sad and tragic, even if the date of her passing was more than two decades, it still felt so brutal to know a love was killed at such young stage, under such a painful way. She should've been able to celebrate anniversaries, give birth, watch her baby grow up next to her husband, and yet, it was all taken away from her. From him. From them.

Poor Gabriella was doomed to become forever young in a broken man's heart and mind, turned into memories and dust, while her young husband was doomed to becoming a lonely, brokenhearted man.

You spotted another plaque smaller, but right next to hers, and it shattered your heart.

"Jack Daniels Junior

An angel sent back to heaven"

Perhaps it was because you were now a mother and you witnessed the intense love a mother felt for her son, or just because you knew Jack Daniels and you witnessed the intense love a grieving father felt for his unborn son. But you let out a small sob, the tears insistently falling from your cheeks, as you watched those two tombstones. It might've been the proximity you had with the story, without even knowing them personally, but you were nonetheless affected by it.

However, it was still a distant tragedy, like the ones you often hear about and felt upset for a while, but then you move on, but standing there, in front of their graves, you could feel how real and intense it truly was. You could only think of Jack and the gruesome pain he felt, how your own chest tightened just at the mere thought of going through something similar, about losing him and your son.

It clicked, it all made sense to why he was so desperate about assurance, about a true indicator that he wouldn't lose you or Wyatt, that happiness wouldn't run away from him, escaping through his fingers like sand. Would it be so bad to actually give him a chance? An assurance? He wasn't the monster you had unconsciously built in your nightmares, yes, there was a part of him that was that monster for a while, when he broke your heart and pushed you away, but he had got back on his tracks. You sighed, shaking your head and trying to make a sense out of your thoughts. It was all so confusing and yet, you were so sure, at the undoubtedly uncertainty of life, at the proof nothing really lasted forever and at the realization that if you had a chance to be happy today, you shouldn't waste it thinking of the future that might have not even come,you felt sure of it, of it all.

You sat on the grass more comfortably and wiped your tears softly

"H-hi… I'm sorry, it's a little weird for me to do that… but I know Jack does it and it helps him. I guess you know me and I know you too, Gabriella. I'm very sorry for what happened to you and your beautiful baby boy, your absence was so painful to Jack but we both know he's strong and well, you and your baby Jack will always have a place in his heart. Our cowboy has done some shitty things, to me, and to our son, but he's found his way back to being his old sweet self… he's still a little corny and clueless, but that's part of his charm right?" You chuckled softly "thank you for being so good to him, but now I'll take care of our cowboy…"

You dried your tears and smiled more at yourself as you felt so light, so peaceful at the end of your… conversation.

You rushed to Silver Pony, caressing her head before hopping on your girl again. She took you home at a slow pace, giving you enough time to stop at the peach tree path, so you could pick some of them and take it home. You would make a peach pie for your cowboy, knowing he loved eating it with some vanilla ice cream just like his grandma had taught him to. Just by knowing how excited he would get, it made you happy and eager to get the sweet treat started. You could tell yourself you were just excited to see Jack's reaction at the fact he would enjoy his favorite childhood recipe, but in fact your heart was tightening to see your cowboy, you needed to see him, touch him, talk to him and enjoy the fact the two of you were there alive and well, healthy and happy, with a beautiful son and a bright future ahead.

Once Silver Pony finally reached the gates to Jack's property, you could see the Bronco parked and Wyatt rushing to you, running as fast as his little legs could take him, you got off the horse and placed the basket down, opening your arms to welcome him, embracing your son into a tight hug. You were so lucky to have your son so alive and well, snuggling Wyatt and letting him giggle and tell you all about the awesome day he spent next to his daddy. You nodded and stroked his curls, letting him speak for as long as he wanted, but eventually, he blushed and looked down in shame

"Mommy we have a pwoblem… daddy bought McDonald's fow lunch and he bought nuggies fow you, but I ate them" he said a little ashamed of eating everything and not letting one single nugget left for you. You bit your lips so you wouldn't burst out laughing at how funny and cute that was. Ruffing your hair, you let your son know it was alright.

Then you picked up your basket and rushed to Jack, who gave you a shy smile, not having enough time to say anything at all, as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

Whiskey didn't expect it, but as soon as your lips touched, he unconsciously glued your bodies together, not resisting you, there, so close to him. His hand gripping you at the same time you could see his confused expression, but you just shrugged.

"The answer is yes"

"What?"

"You know what question I'm talking about, cowboy, the answer is yes" you winked at him and caressed his smooth cheek.

Before Jack could add anything else, you grabbed his hat, placing it on your head and smirked

"Cowboy hat rule, Mr.Daniels"

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A/N: I really hope you enjoy it besties, you are the whole reason why this cowboy gets so much love 🥺❤️

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Sinned Awakening pt. 18 🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/Vampire Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond belief and your undeniable attraction makes you fear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, abduction, mentions of blood/gore!!!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: Hello and welcome to part 18! Tensions are rising and the unknown future of reader is a mystery 🫣 Merry Christmas to anyone that celebrates! Hope you enjoy this as your little present😉 More goodies to come in 2024! Thank you very much for reading this story and obsessing over vampire Elvis like I do.

A reminder, this is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story.

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here I hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think!

Your heels scrape the marble floors, trying to get away from Raphael as fast as you can and try to get him to release the vice grip he has on you. You can feel your stomach flip and the color drain from your face the longer you sit there looking at his unwavering gaze. For the first time in your life, you feel completely hopeless. That this is what it came down to. A vampire you were trying to never meet is holding you hostage and you have never felt so scared.

“No, please, don’t do it. Don’t compel me. Don’t take him away from me like that,” you tremble. You never wanted to lose Elvis. Especially not like this. That would be the ultimate loss your heart couldn’t handle.

His hand squeezes you tighter, pulling it closer to his face.

“If you listen, I won’t have to. So what’s it going to be?” He growls.

More tears fill your eyes out of fear. You know his bite was going to hurt worse than Elvis’. You didn’t want this man to feed from you ever. His very touch makes you ill. Your mind keeps thinking that this is the same man who bit Elvis and ruined his life. You prayed he wouldn’t do the same to you…

“Please, you don’t have to do this. The longer you keep me here, the angrier Elvis will be. And when he finds you… well, I already know what he’ll do to you. What he’ll do to you both,” you scowl, turning your attention to Daniel too.

“Let him. Let him come and find me. He doesn’t have the gall to do anything to me,” he yells.

“Let me go!” You scream.

“So that’s your decision then, you won’t listen and give me no choice other than to compel you! Is that it?!” He bellows.

You sob uncontrollably, hating that this is what it has come down to.

“No please don’t… I-I -I… I’ll let you feed. Don’t compel me please,” you beg keeping your eyes shut.

After a long silence, you open your eyes again as Raphael gives an evil-looking grin to you. You feel like you could be sick and panic sets in when you realize you don’t know where he’s going to bite you.

He quickly turns over your wrist to expose the inside part to him and pulls you and the chair next to him.

“That’s more like it,” he says darkly. You watch as his fangs descend and he takes a deep breath in from his nose. You still try to squirm away, it’s the only thing you can do to try and get away from him. It’s no use though, he is too strong and stills you easily.

In a blink, he bites into your fragile skin, tearing into you and the pain spreads instantly. You scream at the top of your lungs, never having thought you’d experience such a strong amount of pain all at once. It feels like you were being paralyzed from his bite. He starts sucking the blood out of you and drinking it greedily. He’s being too rough with his bite and it all feels so much more animalistic. Elvis tried to be as gentle as he could and it felt nothing like this.

Your screams and cries don’t subside, you hated every second of this and wanted him to stop. But you know there’s nothing you can do to make him listen. He won’t stop til he’s gotten his fill. Your nails dig into the dining table, scratching along the marble.

He takes a moment to come up for air and looks at you darkly. Your blood drips from his fangs and he looks terrifying. He doesn’t let go of your arm yet and you look down at the bite mark he’s made. It was bloody and gruesome looking. A clear mold of his teeth was left in your arm and it felt like it was on fire. There was blood leaking freely down your arm and starting to get on the table. You try to cover the wound with your other hand but that only makes the pain intensify more when you touch it.

Your heart thumps uncontrollably and you know that he likes the sound of it by the smile on his face.

“You are quite… decadent … no wonder Elvis likes you so much,” he snickers. You watch him start to lean down again to take another bite and you panic.

“No! Please don’t! Don’t bite me again,” you pleaded.

He looks up at you quickly and smirks.

“What is it? You don’t like it when I bite you? I thought you said you liked getting bit,” he sneered.

“It was different! It was with Elvis! He’s my Chosen, the other half of my soul,” you weep uncontrollably. You take larger gasps of air in between sobs and try to wipe your eyes.

He scowls at you and shakes his head, “Elvis has no fucking soul you brainwashed girl! He doesn’t care about you! He only cared about this!” He says as he looks back down at your open wound.

He quickly pulls your arm to his mouth and goes back for another bite. His teeth make a squelching sound as he pierces his fangs deeper into you, starting to feed once again. More pain radiates into you and you tremble.

Another hand grabs onto your wrist and you shoot your panicked eyes to see it is Daniel that has grabbed you. He looks at you with bloodthirsty red eyes and his fangs fully descended. He turns your wrist and takes a deep bite into you.

“NO!” You scream as loud as you can. The pain was excruciating and you couldn’t bear it anymore. They both don’t listen and keep feeding to their contentment. Tears roll down your cheeks and you can’t stop it.

More panic sets in when you realize they could easily turn you right now. Daniel was new to this all and didn’t know how to control himself and Raphael was feeding too long that his venom could enter your bloodstream. Not only that, Elvis fed from you not even twenty-four hours ago and he took a lot too… you now feared these men could suck you dry and kill you…

You could feel your body become weaker by the second and begged for them to stop. All you wanted was for Elvis to come bursting through that door and save you. Your brain screamed for him til it actually came out of your mouth.

“Elvis!!! Help me!!!” You cry out as loud as you can.

Raphael releases his bite and pulls Daniel’s hair to get him off of you too. Daniel looks at him with obeying eyes and sits back in his chair but still looks at you hungrily. You gasp in relief the pain of their bites has subsided but your skin still feels aflame from their bite marks.

“Enough! He’s not coming for you! There’s no point in screaming for him,” he snaps.

You pull your arms away from them finally and sit there motionless. You had no idea what would subside the pain but the longer you sat here, the more the pain shot up your arms and throughout the rest of your body. Your breathing was labored and you tried to calm yourself staring at the two hungry vampires before you.

“Why don’t you go upstairs, it’s getting late,” he instructs. You look up at him with hatred burning in your eyes and slowly get up. Someone comes up behind you and takes your arm to lead you away from the table. You look back at both men sitting here with your blood staining their faces and it makes you sick to your stomach. Drops of blood fall on the floor and make a trail behind you as you leave the dining room.

You slowly make it upstairs and make it to the far end of the hall where a bedroom door is cracked open. The man who has been leading you up here gives you a push into the room and quickly locks the door behind him, leaving you all alone.

You find the bathroom quickly and lock that door behind you. You turn on the shower and quickly take your dress off. Your skin feels disgusting and want to wash off the remaining blood on your arms. The water burns the bite marks and you hiss at the pain that continues to wrack your body. You slowly let the water splash on you, your sobs stifled.

So many emotions flood through your head and you slowly sink down to your knees, sitting in the tub and letting the water hit your head. Streaks of blood wash down the drain and you feel so helpless. You were scared for your life and had no idea what Raphael would do to you or how long he’d make you stay here.

You had to pray that Elvis would come and find you. That’s the only thing that would keep you going. The cruel things that Raphael said to you rang in your head still.

Was it possible Elvis was lying to you? That you in fact weren’t his Chosen because there was no such thing anymore. You didn’t want to believe a word Raphael ever said but it still scared you of that possibility. He was a lot older than Elvis, he had seen a lot and had more knowledge than most. Maybe Elvis had some deceit laced in his words when he said you belonged with him. Maybe it was because he was so starved for your blood, this was the for sure way to keep you all to himself.

Those thoughts scared you to your very core and tried to convince yourself it wasn’t possible. You loved him so much, it shouldn’t be allowed to feel like this for a man. You never loved so deeply, so passionately. You sincerely missed out on so much by just settling for what was in front of you. You wanted Elvis to feel the same. You hoped that he already did and he wasn’t able to tell you because the time wasn’t right. Or he was afraid you wouldn’t feel the same. No matter what the excuse was, you wanted to hear those three words slip from his mouth. You wanted to hear it a million times over and you would never get tired of it. You fully gave yourself to him. You were all his and you loved him.

You turn off the water and grab a towel in the rack. Patting your body dry, you start to look for any bandages you can cover these bite marks with. They were ugly and still bleeding a bit. The very sight of them angered you and you needed to wrap them in hopes they would heal. You never asked Elvis if the bite marks fade away quickly, or with time but either way, you wanted them out of your sight right now. Underneath the sink, you find a roll of gauze and some cotton pads to tend to your wound.

Once you have your arms wrapped, you peek out of the bathroom to make sure no one is there waiting for you in the bedroom. The coast was clear and you wrapped your towel around your body tightly. It was freezing cold in here and you wondered if there were extra clothes somewhere. There’s a large dresser by the window and you decide to sift through those drawers.

You find a white matching sweatshirt and sweats in the top dresser. It was going to be baggy on you but just needed to cover yourself. You felt so uncomfortable in this house and didn’t want to sleep. You didn’t want to be watched while you slept or worse, be forced to let Raphael feed on you again. You go back into the bathroom, lock the door, and sit on the floor. You were exhausted but nerves wracked you and wouldn’t let you sleep anyway. It was going to be a long night.

His hands softly ran through your hair, humming a tune under his breath. You nuzzle into the crook of his neck, trying to get as close as possible to him. His scent fills your nose and you let out a pleased sigh. You prop yourself up on your forearm to look at him and are mesmerized by his long eyelashes fanning across his eyelids. Every inch of his face was perfect and you couldn’t get over it.

“Say it again,” you coo.

He chuckles softly, looking at you dreamily, and places a kiss on your forehead.

“I love you,” he coos. You smile at him and trace the outline of his jaw with your index finger.

“Again,” you say.

He smirks at you and lifts your chin up to him, “I love you.” Elvis leans in to kiss you softly on the lips. You smile sweetly at him and lean to give him another kiss.

“Again,” you plead.

He pulls you on top of him, wrapping his arms around your body.

“I love you, so much. You have no idea,” he whispers.

Your body jolts out of the dream and your heart flutters wildly. That dream felt like a cruel punishment, something you wanted so badly but now it was so far out of your reach.

Your eyes were heavy and your head felt like a ton of bricks fell on it. It must have been midafternoon but you didn’t want to go downstairs. Your stomach growled for food but you weren’t going to trust any food given by him.

A loud knock comes from the outside door and startles you.

“Raphael requests your company.” The man says shortly.

You sigh frustratedly, not wanting to be around him longer than you have to. But you know if you don’t go downstairs, you’ll be forced in some way and might be coerced to let him feed again. Unlocking the door, you push past the man standing in the doorway and make your way down the hall.

Once you make it down the stairs, you see there is food sitting at the dining room table and a single newspaper sitting by your plate. The room is silent and there isn’t anyone here waiting for you. You cautiously walk over to the table and you see a picture of Elvis on the front of the newspaper. The picture was him wearing the jumpsuit he was wearing at last night’s show. The headline read:

“Elvis Stops Show in Angry Outburst”

Your heart sank and you didn’t have to read anymore to grasp what happened. You weren’t entirely sure how, but you knew deep down Elvis knew you were in danger. Like he could sense it and stopped the show abruptly in a fit of rage. You’ve seen him angry, but you had a feeling this was on a completely different level. Just the way he reacted to Daniel looking for you that night of the after-party scared you to bits. But since this was about you, you had an idea that his rage was exponentially worse. This gave you hope that this was because of your bond that he knew you were in trouble. Maybe he was looking for you now and would come save you any minute now. Loud footsteps echo in the hall and you turn to see Raphael with an evil smirk on his face.

You pick up the newspaper and raise it up to him.

“What the fuck happened at the show last night?” You snap.

“Exactly what I thought would happen,” he laughs.

“Is this some kind of game to you? He’s going to find you!” You seethe.

“As a matter of fact, yes, yes I do. He is so fun to mess with and easily provoked. Do you want to know my problem I have with Elvis?” He says annoyed.

“You made him! What do you mean you have a problem with him!?”

“He lives with no repercussions. He lives his life freely as anyone could and yet no one has put him in his place. Does he think he can run this town a couple of months a year and just leave? Feed from hundreds of people, keep humans to himself for too long putting us all at risk!” he says pointing at you.

“He’s changed. I’m trying to tell you that. He’s not like how he was when he first came to Vegas. He starves himself now compared to what he used to drink,” you explain.

“It doesn’t matter. He is still a wild cannon. One that can’t compel humans any longer obviously,” he scowls.

“He can. I’ve seen it,” you say raising your voice.

He looks at you perplexed, not believing a word you say.

“What are you talking about?” He asks, taking a few more steps to you, curious what knowledge you might have about this.

“I saw him… compel a girl in front of me after he fed from her,” you explain.

“How did you… When was this” he demands.

“A few weeks ago…. That’s how I found out what he was. I walked in on him feeding from some girl,” you say softly.

He goes to sit down and rests his head on his hand in an annoyed manner.

“So not only do you know too much… you’ve seen too much too. This is worse than I thought,” he says.

Fuck what have I done…

You are too scared to ask what this means and what he wants to do about it. You thought this information would help a bit and prove that he can compel still. He just can’t compel you.

Looking back at the newspaper, you fling it back on the table.

“You know what this means?” You growl.

He looks at you with his arms folded against his chest, annoyed by your presence.

“He knows I left the show. He knows I’m in danger and he’s looking for me. Our bond won’t let us be apart from each other especially when I’m here and with someone he despises. It’s only a matter of time before he shows up here to rip your head off,” you scowl.

He hums to himself and clears his throat before speaking.

“You think it’s because of your bond? Honey, I’m pretty sure all of Las Vegas heard your screams,” he chuckles to himself pleased. Your blood boiled and sincerely wish you could hurt him.

“And when he gets here, what do you plan on doing with him? If he allows you to even speak.” You growl.

“You don’t need to know,” he says slyly.

“Yes, I do! And what are you going to do with me?!” You demand.

“I haven’t quite figured that out yet. I could just have you be my personal blood bank. Or…. I could turn you. Have you become my ‘mate’,” he snickers.

“Fuck you! You’re fucking evil! I’d rather die than for that to happen!” You seethe.

“Well, it’s not up to you is it?” He growls.

You grab the hot coffee sitting on the table and throw it in Raphael’s face, slamming the cup on the ground. It shatters in tiny broken shards at your feet. You quickly turn on your heels and start to make your way to the staircase, anger fuming off of you.

Taking a few steps upstairs, Raphael’s loud booming voice stops you in your tracks.

“I expect you to be back down here at six. That’s when it’s time for my dinner,” he says menacingly.

You look over your shoulder at him, “I won’t do anything for you. Guess you’ll have to drag me out of there yourself.” You threaten.

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bigricc · 2 years

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Firsts | DR

Just a little 1k word blurb on first dates! Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!

When Daniel had asked you out, he expected good food and mediocre conversation, followed by a quick fuck. What he didn’t expect, was for you to reel him in so quickly. Sure, when he had met you at a bar last weekend, he thought you were attractive - but nothing could have prepared him for how obsessed he would become with every word that came out of your mouth. The way your lips moved as you spoke, the little inflections at the end of each sentence, the twitch of your right eyebrow when you were particularly passionate about something - everything about you. He wanted to know everything about you, and he wanted to know it all now.

You thought he was cocky when he first approached you; sauntering over to you with a smirk spread across his face. The man sitting opposite you now though, was far more relaxed. Quietly confident. If you were honest, the entire date had taken you by surprise. The restaurant he’d chosen was fairly intimate; the two of you tucked into the back corner of the room. He had surprised you with his choice, fully expecting a cheap drink in a dingy bar; you weren't naive enough to think that this would develop further after this one night.

“Do I get to see you again after this?” He didn’t want to leave, but with both of your meals long since finished, he knew he couldn’t hold you hostage in the restaurant forever.

“If you’re lucky, yeah.” You flashed him a coy smile, not yet giving in to his suggestion of another date.

“What’ll boost my chances?” The way you were looking at him made him want to capture your attention for as long as possible, so he never had to watch your eyes leave his face.

“Walk me home and you’ll find out.” Holy shit.

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The teasing and banter between the two of you continued on the walk home. Him, with his arm draped across your shoulders, his arm long enough that his hand grazed the top of your chest. In turn, your hand moved across his back, drumming various patterns across it with your fingers. Despite the slight chill in the air, he was warm. You wondered what it would be like to cocoon yourself in his arms properly, to have him pull you closer.

“You should come to a race soon. I think you’d like it.” It was him who brought up his career. You’d been hesitant to ask him about his job at dinner, figuring that he must want a break from talking about racing almost constantly. You knew he was passionate about it, obviously, but you wanted to find out what else made his eyes light up in that same way.

“I bet you say that to all the pretty girls you meet.” He let out a cackle at that.

“No, just one pretty girl, actually.” The girls he had seen in the past usually had more interest in the pageantry surrounding the sport; the parties, the attention, the drinks on his tab. You, however, he thought would enjoy the action. And he wanted you to see him win.

“Oh come on, you can’t be serious.” You’d seen with your own eyes the way that women flocked to him at that bar the weekend prior. How could he not want to utilise that ego-boost?

“I’m serious, babe. I’ve only ever had friends and family come to a race weekend.” In the dim lighting of the street you were on, he could see a faint blush spread across your cheeks. The nickname made you bite your lower lip softly, trying not to smile too big. He wanted to make you react like that all the time.

“Why’s that?”

“Well, maybe I sound like a dick, but no one has else has ever really made me feel like they deserved to come. Or like, deserved for me to share that with them, if that makes any sense.” The comment held more weight than you realised. Race weekends felt sacred to him. Sure, anyone could watch the race, but to have access to Daniel away from the cameras, during a weekend that saw a range of every possible emotion was different.

“Oh.. and d- do I deserve to?” The way he was looking down at you made you nervous. It was hard not to trip over your own feet when he smiled at you like that.

“I think so. You’re cool.” He probably could have picked a nicer way to compliment you, but it made you laugh anyway.

The closer you got to your apartment, the more you wished to bottle this moment up forever and carry it around with you. Typically, you hated first dates. And second dates. The awkwardness of getting to know someone was often too much for you. It felt weird to talk about yourself that much. With Daniel though, it was easy. He made you feel as though he was genuinely interested in you and your life, your friends, your family.

You led him up towards the front step of your building, stumbling slightly when he refused to loosen his grip on your shoulder. You were both still a bit tipsy off of the bottle of wine you had shared at dinner. His selection, of course. When he had chosen it, he’d spouted off to you about how he was somewhat of a wine connoisseur. He must of been right, because the wine was good.

“So, have I earned a second date yet?” Moving to stand in front of you, he brought both hands to rest on your hips. Yours moved to rest on his forearms, your thumb running across the tattoos on his left arm.

“Almost, yeah.” With that, he drags you forwards by your hips, bringing one hand up to rest on the side of your neck. You’d been waiting for him to kiss you since you first sat down for dinner, and when he finally does, it’s easy to let your body sink into his. The combination of the taste of red wine on his lips, and the way his thumb brushes across your jaw is enough to drive you insane. When he (unfortunately) pulls away, the desperate look on your face makes him laugh.

“What about now?”

“Yeah, I’d say so.” With another quick peck to your mouth, he reluctantly lets you go. Taking your time to unlock the main door of your building, he allows his eyes to rake over your figure. Nice. And, with a cheeky smile and a seductive look over your shoulder,

“I think you’re cool too, Dan.”

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ourtearsofrain · 4 months

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Chapter 2- Ready for the Garden

Pairings: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Genre: angst

Word Count: little over 1.7 k

Warnings: being held at sword point, Sam’s a little crazy and Josh has trust issues, talking about killing someone but just as a pirate tale, brief mention of prostitution

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Your hands fly up in surrender as you hold your breath, afraid that even the smallest sound would earn you a meeting with The Master.

A taller man who also bears a striking resemblance to Jacob comes into view; his long brown hair pulled back with a small scrap of purple fabric as he grins at you maniacally, his eyes alight with an intense hunger.

“What do we have here, Jacob? A hostage? Please tell me it’s Helena’s right-hand man.”

Jacob reaches for the sword at your throat, pushing it away from you and allowing you to take a much-needed breath now that the threat of the blade is gone.

“They’re not, Samuel. This is Polaris, and no harm will come to them on this ship.”

“So we’re collecting pets now, Jacob? What the fuck were you thinking, bringing them back to the ship with you?”

He takes a step towards the other man, using the inch of height he had on him to his advantage.

“My judgement will not be questioned, Joshua. This is my ship, may I remind you. My question is, what are you doing off The God Song?”

Joshua sheaths his sword, glaring at his brother as he responds shortly, “Daniel and I came over to find you as soon as we heard the first cannon fire. We need to leave, now. How many times have I told you not to venture into town alone when we make port?”

“You are not my master. As I said, this is my ship, and I will do what I please.”

Joshua squares him up for a few moments, clenching his jaw before turning his attention back to you.

“You will stay out of the way. Our downfall will not be because of some street rat my brother found in an alley.”

He turns his attention to another man, standing on the other side of Samuel quietly. “Daniel, you stay here and keep them out of the way. Samuel, you’re coming back to The God Song with me.” Is all he says before turning to walk across the deck towards a large plank of wood connecting the two ships.

“What? Why can’t I stay here with them?” Samuel turns towards you with a glint in his eye. “I bet I could have some real fun with Jacobs new pet.”

“And that is exactly why you are coming with me. As much as I disagree with Jacob’s choices, this is his ship. I have no jurisdiction over what becomes of them here.”

Samuel bares his teeth before turning to follow his brother onto The God Song.

“Alright, lads! Get a fucking move on, there’s no time to waste!” Jacob shouts at his crew as they quickly scramble to ready the ship to set sail.

“Take them to my quarters, keep them safe and out of the way.” Is all he says to Daniel before he too springs into motion to ready the ship for sailing.

You feel a warm hand take ahold of your bicep as Daniel begins steering you towards the captains’ quarters. “C’mon.”

Just as Jacob had directed, you say nothing, allowing him to lead you down corridors as men scurry past you. You come to a stop at a large room, taking a seat by a table covered in various hand drawn maps as Daniel closes the door behind you.

“So, Polaris, right? You must be something special for the captain to take such a quick liking to you.”

“You’re The Archer.”

Daniel laughs at this as he takes a seat across from you. “Yes, I am. But you can call me Danny.”

You say nothing as you eye the man, not sure whether to trust him or not.

He waits for you to say something and when you don’t, offers a small sincere smile. “You hungry?”

At the mention of food, your stomach answers the question for you, having not eaten since that morning before you had gone down to The Black Smoke.

“I’ll take that as a yes, then.” He stands, making his way towards the door before turning back to you. “Don’t leave this room, or it’ll be both our heads.”

With that he disappears, leaving you alone to take in your surroundings. Much like the table before you, the walls were covered in hand drawn maps and battle plans, the planks of the walls hidden by hundreds of pieces of parchment. Various daggers, swords, and pistols lay scattered across multiple tables around the room, and you make a mental note of each one as a backup plan. Set into the wall across from the door sits a large bed, covered with expensive-looking sheets and fabrics mainly dyed blood red and black.

Daniel returns moments later as he enters the room and securely closes the door behind him. He tosses you a ripe apple, bright red with streaks of yellow.

“We were planning on restocking our food supply in town but, that didn’t happen for obvious reasons. It’s not much but, it’s something.”

You eye the apple in your hand, still unsure whether to trust The Archer, Danny, or not. Your stomach protests as you set it on the table, turning your attention once more to Danny as he takes the seat across from you.

“You can eat it, I swear it’s not poisoned or rotten or anything like that.”

You say nothing, keeping your eyes fixed on him and your features blank.

He sighs, shaking his head with a small smile. “You don’t have to trust me, but it’ll make your life a hell of a lot easier if you do. I trusted you not to make a run for it or try and kill me with one of the many weapons we both know are in this room. Now you must choose if you want to trust me. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done so already.”

You consider this for a moment, deciding you would find out if he was telling the truth sooner or later.

They’re probably going to kill me eventually anyways.

Bringing the apple to your lips, you take in its intoxicatingly sweet aroma before finally taking the first bite. You groan at the taste, quickly taking another bite as its flavor melts on your tongue.

Danny cocks an amused eyebrow at you, smiling as he observes. “It’s good right? We got those from Giapan. I swear, all other apples are ruined for me now.”

You say nothing, your mouth full as you quickly devour the apple until it is reduced to nothing but its core. You set it back on the table, moving a few maps so that its juice wouldn’t tarnish the parchment.

“Thank you.”

“Of course. So, Polaris, tell me about yourself. How did you meet the captain? He was only gone for a few hours before the attack started, your brief interaction must have been something special.”

The look on his face instantly tells you how he thinks you met Jacob.

“I’m not a street whore.”

“Didn’t say you were. There’d be nothing wrong with it if you were.”

“You were thinking it, weren’t you?”

“Maybe. Jacob doesn’t get attached to strangers easily, especially enough so to save them from Lady Helena’s blade.”

“I served in a pub, The Black Smoke. I happened to be next to him when the attack started, I don’t know why he saved me.”

“Huh, you and me both.” He pauses for a moment. “Again, Polaris. Your parents were sailors then?”

“Yes. Well, my dad was. He took… morally questionable jobs.”

Danny grins, “Ah, so he was a pirate?”

“You could say that. Although, Polaris isn’t actually my name, Jacob gave me that.”

“So then, what is your name?”

You pause before responding, the memory raging through your head of your town set alight. “Doesn’t matter anymore. Whoever I was before now died along with my home.”

“That’s fair. Do you know what it means? Polaris?”

You only shake your head as your hand comes up to toy with your star pendant, a nervous habit you’d had for years.

Dannys eyes shoot down as the light catches across the worn metal, a smile on his face as he puts two and two together.

“It’s the North Star; our most reliable way of navigating the seas. Looks like you’re Jacobs North Star.”

Your hand stops as you look at Danny quizzically. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shrugs, still smiling at you from across the table. “Ask him.”

You say nothing for a few moments until your curiosity gets the best of you.

“How did you get your name, “The Archer”?”

“Have you not heard the stories? Working in a pub by the docks, I would have thought so, with all the sailors that must come through your doors.”

“I’ve heard you shot a British Admiral in the eye straight through his telescope from a mile away, dangling only by a single rope from the Figurehead of The Ether.”

Danny laughs loud and bright at this. “Through his telescope? From a mile away and dangling from a rope? These tales really do get tall. Well, I hate to ruin the story for you but, it was only 500 feet. And while I did shoot him in the eye while I was perched on the figurehead, it was not through his telescope nor while I was dangling from it.”

“500 feet. Still impressive.”

You fail to contain a large yawn, your mind and body exhausted from the day you had had.

Danny motions towards the bed with his chin. “You can sleep if you need, we still have a few hours before we make dock next.”

Sensing your hesitation, he continues. “I promise I won’t kill you in your sleep. Trust, remember? Plus, Jacob told me to keep you safe.”

“Alright…” you stay as you stand. You awkwardly climb into the bed, not knowing how Jacob would feel about you sleeping in his bed, but your body instantly relaxes into the soft silks of the sheets despite the thought. Before you know it, you’re falling fast into a deep, dream-filled sleep.

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Suddenly, the sound of water drumming violently against the planks above rips you from sleep, your eyes going wide with fear.

“What is that?”

Once again, Danny flashes you a toothy smile. “The waterfall. We’re here.” He says as he stands, making his way towards the door and waiting for you to follow.

“Where is here?”

“The Garden.”

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A/N: the title, of course, is taken from the lyrics to The Indigo Streak

#greta van fleet #gvf fic #greta van fleet fan fiction #jake gvf #jake kiszka x reader #pirates #pirate jake kiszka

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ms-taurusvenus · 11 months

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That's what I've always thought about the situation of Mick at Merc, why not let him go elsewhere in the meantime so he can still drive, have fun and compete and then call him in if needed or make it so that he still has time to do sim work and things. I really do feel sorry for him because to carry the legacy he has on his shoulders has to be so hard and from the looks of things unless something drastic changes or an opening comes up soon he doesn't look like he'll be back in an f1 seat soon :(

Honestly, I've noticed a pattern that drivers with successful dads in F1 tend to do poorly/are unsuccessful and aren't able to live up to their dads legacies.

Have you seen a recent nepo driver (their dad being very successful/winning a WDC) be insanely successful who's dad won a championship before? No. Expect for Nico Rosberg in which I only deserved recently that his dad won the 1982 but I'm sure it took a fuck ton of pressure from his dad to win a WDC.

It's because they don't have the same drive as their fathers. In order to be successful and do well, to win a championship and memorable (for the right/good reasons) you have to be ruthless. Example, Seb came from very little and had to build his career on his own (along side his family ofc), during his prime he was ruthless (RB Seb is way diff to the Seb we now have now). Thats what they don't have and most likely never.

There I said it, drivers are way too chill now and don't have the same passion or ruthlessness that old drivers used to have - especially those that come from money, connections, & their dads being successful drivers (Mick, the Piquets, Lance, etc). They know they'll have something fall into their favour, a safety net. It's something that they always have and will have.

Drivers now are way too laid back. Expect for Max, he's ruthless - thats a reason why he's doing so well and winning all of fucking time. Sure he's a nepo baby, but Jos wasn't a very successful driver let's be fucking for real now.

I think I'm going off topic but IMO, I feel as if Toto signed him because of sympathy and that he feels bad. If I were him, I wouldn't have given him a seat - sorry, not. If he really did care he wouldn't be holding Mick hostage aka not allowing him to branch off because how often do you see Daniel Riccardo in the paddock and he's a 3rd driver for RB? Not often. But Mercedes over here is just calling him left right and centre. They can easily call him when/if they need him when he's doing other things, they just feel bad for Mick.

Let's be fucking for real for a moment and let's stop sugarcoating things.

(No I don't hate Mick & I do feel bad for him, with his fathers legacy on his shoulders - I'm just being honest).

#mick schumacher #f1 #mercedes #mercedes amg petronas

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I recently discovered your page and my first reaction was: OH MY GOD, this woman is an amazing writer!! No seriously, your Yandere one shots / scenarios are amazing, I would like to read more! Since I first saw Karate Kid Part III I have this very dark but fascinating scenario in mind: The reader (friend of Daniel Larusso and Mr. Miyagi) is kidnapped by Terry as he is madly obsessed with her (but she does not return his love). When he forcibly takes her to the majestic Ennis House, he wants to get her pregnant to prevent her from escaping. Can you make the scene please? (with nsfw if you want) Maybe it's a bit too extreme scenario, but Yandere Terry Silver in the 80's is something amazing.

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His revenge in Johnny's name never involved this.

But, much like a greedy child in a candy store on a sugar-high, Terry wanted it all.

John, lounging on some wicker sunbed in Tahiti, soaking up the seaside heat, bronze like a god and oiled up and admiring all the grass hula skirts that were attending to him had never called him up to say Fuck your children into somebody, Terry and make that part of your revenge. Go all the way, Terry. For me. --- no. In fact, trusty Johnny was very old-fashioned and deeply conventional with his vendettas. Blood to blood. Fists to fists. A healthy addition of dirty moves and strategizing when required, but never to this extent. Of course, Terry admired the rawness of such sentiments, the type John had and lived by, but sometimes a delicate touch was required to make pain truly stick and that pain was laying on his King Size bed, in his bedroom, in his mansion, on Glendower, overlooking all of LA. Was it insanely petty and morally questionable. To kidnap someone that little pipsqueak and that old coot held dear? A treasured, kind neighbour? A friend, he even dared say? To be the cad and the seducer, whisking them away whether they liked to or not and simply have them --- ravaging them --- tying them inadvertently to himself so he can later pull them out of the drawer, flaunt them like his own special prize and say Look what I did? I did that to them. They're mine forever, Danny-boy and everything you ever felt close to is to be taken from you for crossing John Kreese and Cobra Kai. Nothing and nobody in this world is safe from me. Not from the closest contact to the most distantly familiar acquaintance.

Then there was the fact that he very much liked them.

Not a feeling yet returned as much as he wanted, but it would be.

Naturally, everyone always fell to his charms, sooner or later, sometimes against all better judgement and it would be no different now. He had a scheduled timetable on when he was taking them raw, holding them hostage on estate grounds, surrounded by walls and cameras and security. Early morning seven o'clock sharp. One time before noon. One time afternoon. In the evening. And going free reign at night. Terry trained and Terry fucked. When he called up John to tell him all about it he was met with an expected: -"You did what, Terry!?"- His voice was laced with disbelief and amusement on an international overseas call and Terry throws his head back in his tub filled with foam in unadulterated joy at the sound of it once all the details and his war plan were mutually laid out bare before his Captain. He was on the verge of stroking himself beneath the bubbles in excitement. Yes, he was going to knock the fuck up one Larusso boy's neighbour living in the same apartment block. Much older than the punk, but upon closer inspection, someone the little Italian twerp admired like an eager kid admires a big sibling or an aspirational adult. -"You're crazy."- John adds. -"And you love it!"- Terry practically cackles, the phone at his cheek, his little project safely locked upstairs, exhausted for last night's trysts. He'd go one step further, he decided. He'll wine, dine and romance them until it is abundantly clear they're with him of their own accord. I'm sorry, Daniel. Terry imagines them saying, apologetically. Pitifully. It just happened. You don't choose who you love.

Ah, it was like something straight out of The Dynasty and he loved it.

-"And what happens after?"- John inquires lazily, with a trace of strictness.

-"Huh? After what?"-

-"After we're done playing? C'mon, not gonna toss your own kid and the woman out in the streets once you've proved a point, Terry? Not how I taught you to do things."- Oddly honorable John. He loved the man to bits and pieces.

When their revenge is concluded and the old man and the kid are cut down to size? The streets? Tossing someone out? Someone his? No, no. Terry remembers how his little beloved mewled under him last night, fearful yet wanton, guilt and desire intermingling, they wanted it even though their head pleaded them not to, so beautiful, vulnerable and sweet, frightened and needy in a great castle on a hill, just like in the fairytales. Why should a dragon relinquish his treasure? John had nothing to fear. Terry was self-aware about being a great many things, but someone who forsakes something belonging to him he most certainly wasn't. He laughs in response, jubilantly. -"Well, I suppose I'll be a father, Johnny! What belongs to me, belongs to me."- The cackle echoes from his jacuzzi out into the steam filled hallway. -"You'll have your dojo locations, your rightful trophy, your champion, your victory at the All Valley, your name cleared and I'll have, well ---"- In listing off all their goals one by one, Terry feels the blood rush into his cheeks, his chest and lower still, into his cock. He couldn't even say it. I'll have a spouse and I'll have a kid and It'll be oh so sweet and I would've usurped and conquered them in the name of retaliation, so instead, he just trails off cheekily with a giggle.-"You know!"- Terry snorts suggestively, finding he was hit with an uncharacteristic amount of excitement at the idea of procuring himself someone who was his and who in turn would birth someone even more his outside of avenging his Captain. Enterprise, it was called. Enterprise and expansion. -"I know, I know. You're a real piece of work, I swear."- John shoots back, knowingly. They laugh together in mirth, over the phone.

-"Betcha!"-

Terry pounces on the statement with an interjection of his own.

#people are still discovering me after all this time!#i'm so flattered #thank you infinitely #and here we have it #terry being villainously giddy about being a papa #and john encouraging him to be morally despicable YET responsible #meanwhile daniel and mr. miyagi are like 😨😨😨#kk3 #cobra kai #tw; dubious conset #tw; kidnapping #tw; hostage situations #implied cobra husbands #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #and a lot of murky ethics

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bechloeislegit · 2 years

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STRONGER Chapter 8

Fat Amy, Jessica, and Ashley were stunned at what Chloe had just told them about her stalker breaking into her parent's home and holding her hostage.

"And he broke into your house again?" Ashley asked. "And, that's why your dad had to go home early?"

"Yeah," Chloe said.

"Who else besides Beca knows about this?" Jessica asked.

"Aubrey knows," Chloe said. "I told her just before she left for Thanksgiving. And I told Beca's mom, too."

"Are you going to tell the rest of the Bellas?" Fat Amy asked.

"I haven't decided yet-"

"I think you might have to," Beca interjected.

"Why?" Chloe asked.

"If he finds out where you are and comes here, everyone around you could be in danger."

"I, um, I hadn't thought of that," Chloe said, looking around anxiously.

Chloe started breathing fast, and her body tensed up. Beca recognized she was in the early stages of a panic attack.

"It's okay, Chloe," Beca whispered, pulling Chloe to her. "Just breathe. You're okay."

"But, wh-what if he finds out where I, I, am?"

"We'll just have to be even more vigilant," Beca said.

"Don't worry, Chloe," Jessica said. "We'll have your back. All of us will, right girls?"

"Absolutely," Ashley stated.

"Of course," Fat Amy said.

"You know I'll always be there for you, Chloe," Beca said, kissing Chloe's temple. "Anytime. Anywhere."

Chloe's breathing evened out, and her shoulders became less tense. She thanked the girls but couldn't completely shake the anxiety she was feeling over not knowing if or when Roger Daniels would find out where she was.

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

Later that evening, it was quiet as Beca, Chloe, Sarah, and Charlotte sat around the counter in Sarah's kitchen, having coffee and pie. The only sounds were forks scraping plates and coffee cups being set on the counter as each was lost in their own thoughts regarding all that had happened over the past two days.

Beca was worried because all Chloe did was push her pie around on her plate while staring off into space. Beca wanted to do something to help Chloe but was currently at a loss.

They all jumped slightly when Charlotte's phone ringing broke the silence. Charlotte pulled the phone out of her pocket, looked at the caller ID, and said, "It's Carl."

She answered the call and looked over at Chloe when the first words out of Carl's mouth were, "He trashed Chloe's room."

"Oh, my," Charlotte said. "I'm going to put you on speaker so Chloe can hear this."

Charlotte put the phone on speaker, telling Carl, "Go ahead, Carl."

"He trashed your room, sweetheart," Carl said.

Chloe let out a gasp; Beca put her arm around her.

"I'm sorry, Chloe," Carl said. "He took a knife to your bed, your clothes, your stuffed animals. It looks like he was in quite a frenzy."

"Um, what else?" Chloe asked.

"He smashed your vanity mirror, as well as some bottles of perfume," Carl said. "Most of your makeup is smeared into the carpet. He used your lipstick to write, um, messages on the walls."

"What kind of messages?" Chloe asked.

"I'd rather not say," Carl responded.

The four women looked at each other. Beca rubbed her hand up and down Chloe's back.

"What about the rest of the house?" Charlotte asked.

There was silence on the phone for a moment; all they could hear was Carl breathing.

"Um, the only damage appears to be in Chloe's room," Carl finally said. "I'm sorry, sweetheart."

"I'm coming home," Chloe said.

"No!" three voices rang out.

"Why not?" Chloe asked, looking at Beca and then her mother.

"He's still in Tampa, Chloe," Beca said. "It's not safe for you to go down there."

"Beca's right, sweetheart," Carl said. "He doesn't know where you are, and I think you should stay there where we know you're safe. The police are looking for him, and when they catch him, you can come home. Okay?"

"You're dad's right, Chloe," Charlotte said. "I'll go home tomorrow, and your dad and I will take care of your things. I promise."

"It's for the best, Chloe," Carl said.

"You won't be alone, Chloe," Beca said. "I'll stay with you, or you can stay here."

"Beca's right," Sarah said. "You are more than welcome to stay here."

"I don't want my mom to have to make the drive to Tampa by herself, so I'm going with her," Chloe stated.

"You stay here with Beca," Sarah said. "I'll go with Charlotte. It's the best option to keep you safe, in my opinion."

"You would do that?" Charlotte asked. "You would go with me?"

"Yes, I will," Sarah said, smiling at Charlotte. "I can help you drive and then help with the clean-up. I can book a flight back once you get everything squared away."

"Thank you, Sarah," Carl said. "I'll feel much better knowing Chloe's safe, and Charlotte won't have to make the drive alone."

"Consider it done," Sarah said.

"We'll leave first thing in the morning," Charlotte said. "That will get us home by early afternoon."

"Okay," Carl said. "Be safe, and I'll see you tomorrow. I love you. I love you, too, Chloe."

"Love you, daddy," Chloe said, wiping a tear from her eye.

Beca pulled Chloe into a hug. "It's going to be okay, Chloe."

"We should go to bed," Sarah told Charlotte. "We have to be up early."

"Mom, what about your statement to the police?" Beca asked. "You were going to do that tomorrow."

"You and Chloe go give your statements," Sarah said. "Just let Joe know I had to leave unexpectedly and will give my statement when I get back. And make sure you let them know you want to file assault charges against your dad as well."

"I'll make sure she does," Chloe said.

"Good," Sarah said. "I'm going to bed. Come on, Charlotte, I'll show you to the guest room."

Charlotte walked over and pulled Chloe to her.

"I'll see you in the morning," Charlotte murmured, kissing Chloe's head.

"See you in the morning," Chloe said, squeezing a little harder before letting her mother go.

"Goodnight, Charlotte," Beca said. "Goodnight, mom. Wake me when you get up so I can see you before you leave."

"Will do," Sarah said, heading out of the kitchen with Charlotte. "Goodnight."

"Chloe, you can go on up if you want," Beca said. "I'm going to clean this up first, and then I'll be up."

"I'll help you," Chloe said.

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

It was barely six the next morning when Sarah woke Beca and Chloe. Beca yawned as Sarah led the two girls out of Beca's room and down the stairs.

"Good morning, you two," Charlotte said. "I know it's early, but Sarah and I were awake and decided to hit the road."

"S'okay," Beca mumbled as she fell into Sarah's arms. "You two be careful and make sure you take a break."

"We will," Sarah said, hugging Beca to her. "You two stay safe."

"Always," Beca said.

"Your dad and I are sorry we won't be able to celebrate your birthday with you tomorrow," Charlotte said, hugging Chloe. "I left your gift in your apartment. We hope you like it."

"Thanks, mom," Chloe said. "I'm sure I'll love it. I'll miss you, and make sure you call us when you get there."

"Yes, ma'am," Charlotte said, chuckling. "You take care of yourself, and I'll talk to you later."

"Happy Birthday, Chloe," Sarah said, pulling Chloe into a hug.

"Thank you," Chloe said.

Sarah pulled back from the hug, and she and Charlotte went to the door.

"You two take care of each other," Sarah said.

"We will," Beca and Chloe said together.

Sarah and Charlotte left. Once they heard the car drive away, Beca and Chloe looked at each other.

"I don't know about you, but I'm going back to bed," Beca said, covering a yawn.

"I think I'm going to stay up," Chloe said. "Maybe make some coffee."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. No. I don't know," Chloe said, sitting down on the couch. "It's just this whole thing with Daniels. I mean, I. Ugh. I just wish the police would catch him, so I don't have to be looking over my shoulder every damn minute."

Beca sat next to Chloe and pulled her into a hug.

"I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing? None of this is your fault."

"I know," Beca said. "I'm just sorry that you have to go through this."

Choe put her hands to her head and brushed her hair back.

"It sucks!"

Beca didn't know what to say that would make Chloe feel better, so she just rubbed Chloe's back.

After a moment or two, Beca had an idea.

"I know something that might make you feel better," Beca said.

"What?" Chloe asked, turning her head to face Beca.

"I'll make you my homemade lasagna for your birthday dinner tomorrow night."

A smile came to Chloe's face. "I thought you said you didn't like making lasagna because it takes so long."

"I did say that," Beca said. "But I also said I only make it for special occasions. And what's more special than your twenty-first birthday?"

Chloe pulled Beca to her by her shirt and crashed their lips together.

"I love it."

"Great!" Beca said, standing. "We can make a quick run to the store on our way back from the police station. But, for now, I'm going back to bed."

Beca moved toward the stairs and stopped to look at Chloe over her shoulder. "You're welcome to join me so we can cuddle if you want."

Chloe jumped up and hurried over to Beca.

"Cuddles with my girlfriend," Chloe said. "I'm in."

Beca took Chloe's hand and led her up the stairs.

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

Chloe woke and looked around, surprised she had actually fallen asleep.

Chloe looked over at Beca and smiled. There was something about the girl that made Chloe feel safe. She sat up and hugged her knees to her chest, thinking about all that's happened. Her main thoughts went to Beca and how she had helped her through several panic attacks and was constantly comforting her and making her feel safe.

"It's no wonder that I love her," Chloe thought and sat up straighter. "Wait. What?"

Chloe looked down at Beca as she shifted in her sleep. Chloe smiled as the same thought went through her head. "I love her."

Beca stirred again, stretching her arms over her head. She looked up at Chloe with a smile.

"What time is it?"

"A little past nine. Are you awake enough to get up?"

"I'm awake," Beca responded. "I want to get our statements to the police over with."

"Why don't we get dressed, and I'll take you to breakfast?" Chloe said. "We can go to the police station after."

"That sounds like a plan," Beca said, removing the blanket and sitting up on the side of the bed. "I'll use the shower in my mom's bathroom so that you can use the one in the hall."

"Okay," Chloe said as Beca grabbed her clothes and headed out the door.

Chloe sat for a moment before getting up and leaving the room.

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

After giving their statements to the police, the two girls made a stop at the grocery store. Beca had already gotten most of what she needed, and they were now in the produce section.

Chloe stood with her elbow on the cart and her chin resting on her hand, smiling as she watched Beca examining a bunch of Roma tomatoes. Beca was looking at each one, squeezing to see how firm they were, when Chloe's mind wandered to the night they almost had sex.

Chloe's eyes glazed over thinking about Beca's hands gently squeezing her breast, much like how Beca was squeezing the tomatoes.

"Chloe!?" Beca called out, snapping Chloe out of her thoughts.

"What?" Chloe asked as her eyes refocused and looked at Beca.

"Are you okay?" Beca asked. "I called your name like four times."

"What? Yes, I'm fine," Chloe said, placing both hands on the cart. "I just got lost in my thoughts."

"Based on the smile on your face," Beca said, smirking. "They must have been some good thoughts."

"Oh, they were," Chloe said, smirking back at Beca.

"Okay, um, well," Beca said, placing the tomatoes in their cart. "We just need to get some eggs, and then we can go."

"Lead the way," Chloe said.

Chloe followed Beca as she made her way to the dairy section and grabbed a dozen eggs.

"What do you want for dinner tonight?" Beca asked as she gently placed the eggs in the cart. "I was thinking I could make something with the Thanksgiving leftovers."

"Like what?"

"Turkey pot pie, turkey soup, or open-face turkey sandwiches. Whatever you want."

"I like the sounds of the turkey pot pie if that's okay with you."

"Sounds good to me," Beca said. "We have everything we need at home, so I think we're good to go."

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

Once they returned, Chloe helped Beca put away the groceries. Beca kept out the things she would need to make dinner. She grabbed a knife and stood in front of the counter, looking at Chloe.

"Have you heard from your mom yet?" Beca asked. "Shouldn't they be in Tampa by now?"

"It depends on how often they stopped," Chloe said, setting her phone on the counter. "It's one-thirty now, so they should be almost to Tampa."

Beca grabbed some carrots and potatoes and began peeling them.

Chloe's phone rang, and she looked down at the caller ID.

"Speak of the devil," Chloe chuckled as she answered the phone. "Hi, mom."

"Hi, Chloe, we're home," Charlotte said, sighing heavily. "We actually got here about half an hour ago. We wanted to check your room to see what damage was done. Sweetie, I hate to say it, but it is as bad as your father said. The police took photos of everything, but we can't start cleaning things up until our insurance agent inspects everything."

"When will that be?"

"Not until Monday, Tuesday at the latest. Sarah asked if you could tell Beca since she won't be home until much later in the week, possibly the weekend."

"I'll tell her," Chloe said.

"Good," Charlotte said. "We'll call you when we know more, okay?"

"Okay," Chloe said. "I love you, guys."

"We love you, too," Charlotte said and ended the call.

Chloe set her phone on the counter and looked at Beca.

"Your mom won't be back until possibly the weekend," Chloe said. "The insurance agent can't come to the house until Monday or Tuesday. They were told not to clean up or do anything until after he inspects the damage."

"Oh, okay," Beca said. as she moved to retrieve the leftover turkey from the refrigerator.

Chloe was fidgety and felt like she needed to do something. She looked at Beca, saying, "What can I do to help?"

"Here," Beca said, placing the turkey platter in front of Chloe. "Start pulling the turkey off this and cut it into bite-sized pieces. We don't need a lot, just enough to make about two to three cups."

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

After eating dinner and cleaning the kitchen, Beca and Chloe cuddled together on the sofa, watching the Food Network.

"I learned a lot about cooking watching The Kitchen," Beca said. "Sunny Anderson has always been a favorite. But since they added Alex Guarnaschelli, she's become a favorite, too. I also love watching her on Alex vs. America."

"I haven't seen that one," Chloe said, absentmindedly scratching Beca's scalp as she ran her fingers through Beca's hair. "What does she do on it?"

"It's a competition-type show where she goes against three other chefs," Beca said. "There's a different theme each week. One week it was seafood, and another week, it was brunch. Alex doesn't always win, but she does a good portion of the time."

"Hmm," Chloe hummed. "Did you ever think about trying out for a cooking competition? I know the Food Network has a lot of competition shows."

"I'm not that confident in my abilities," Beca said. "I mean, it's one thing to cook for family or friends; it's a whole other animal to compete with real chefs."

"I think you'd be great," Chloe said.

"Thanks," Beca said, leaning in to kiss Chloe.

Chloe moaned into the kiss, deepening it. After a moment, Beca pulled back to suck in much-needed air.

"Um," Beca cleared her throat. "I'm gonna go get the sauce started for tomorrow. If I do it tonight, I'll have more time to do what I have planned for your birthday tomorrow."

"You have something planned for my birthday?" Chloe asked with a big smile on her face. "What are we doing?"

"I'm not telling you everything," Beca said. "But, I will tell you the first thing we'll be doing. The rest you'll just have to wait and see."

"Meanie," Chloe said, pouting. After a moment, she sighed and asked, "So, what are we doing first?"

"First, we're going for a run," Beca said. "And, we're going to end our run at the diner on the other side of campus that you like, and I am going to buy you a birthday breakfast."

"I love that diner!" Chloe exclaimed, smiling.

"I know," Beca said, smiling as she stood to make her way to the kitchen. "That's why I'm taking you there for breakfast."

"You're so sweet," Chloe said, kissing Beca on the cheek. "Do you need any help with the sauce?"

"No, thanks, I'm good."

"Well, do you mind if I sit at the counter while you cook?" Chloe asked. "I have a paper I need to work on."

"I don't mind at all," Beca said. "I'd love the company."

"I'll be there in a few minutes," Chloe said. "I have to get my laptop from your room."

"Okay," Beca said and went to the kitchen.

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

The sauce was done, and Beca placed it in the refrigerator. She smiled when she looked over to see Chloe staring at her over the top of her computer.

"Stop it," Beca said, chuckling.

"Stop what?" Chloe asked.

"You're staring," Beca said, walking over to the counter.

"Was not," Chloe scoffed.

"How's the paper coming?" Beca asked, leaning on the counter across from Chloe. "Have you finished yet?"

Chloe glanced over and could see down Beca's shirt; she suddenly felt warm when she saw that Beca was not wearing a bra. She swallowed loudly, and Beca grinned at her.

"Are you ready for bed yet?" Chloe asked as she closed the lid of her laptop.

Beca moved around the counter and took Chloe's face in her hands. She stared into Chloe's eyes and leaned in until their lips were almost touching.

"I'm more than ready," she whispered as she gently placed her lips to Chloe's

Chloe shifted on the stool and spread her legs, placing her hands on the small of Beca's back and pulling Beca to her. Beca moaned as Chloe deepened the kiss.

Beca put her hands on Chloe's shoulders and pushed back from the kiss. She then started placing small kisses down Chloe's jaw. She moved the hair from Chloe's neck and kissed the area just below Chloe's ear.

"Mmmm," Chloe moaned, sliding her hands down to cup Beca's ass.

Chloe's moans spurred Beca on, and she slid her hands down to cup Chloe's breasts. Beca then moved to capture Chloe's lips in another kiss.

The couple broke apart when Beca's phone rang.

"Ignore it," Beca said when Chloe started to pull away. "It will go to voicemail."

"It's your mom," Chloe said, glancing at Beca's phone. "Why don't you answer it and join me upstairs when you're done?"

"First my dad and now my mom," Beca said, sighing as she pulled away from Chloe and picked up her phone. "At this rate, I may never get laid."

"Never say never," Chloe said, giggling as she kissed Beca.

The phone stopped ringing, and Beca laid it back on the counter. She pulled Choe into another kiss, trying to pick up from where they left off.

"Maybe you should call your mom back," Chloe said, pulling away from Beca.

"I have a better idea," Beca mumbled, taking Chloe's hand. "Let's go upstairs."

Before they could get two steps, Beca's phone started ringing again. She sighed and looked at Chloe.

"I'll meet you in my room in five minutes," Beca said, giving Chloe a quick kiss.

"Don't keep me waiting too long," Chloe said, grabbing her laptop and skipping out of the kitchen, leaving Beca alone.

Beca let out a shuddering breath before answering the phone.

"Hey, Mom. It's late, is everything okay?"

"Is Chloe with you?" Sarah asked.

"Um, she just went up to bed," Beca said. "Why? Has something happened?"

~Stronger~ ~Stronger~ ~Stronger~

Chloe rushed into Beca's room. She dropped her laptop on the dresser and pulled off her shirt, tossing it carelessly to the side. She lay on the bed, striking what she hoped was a sexy pose.

Chloe lay for a moment before jumping up and stripping off the rest of her clothes. She tossed everything toward her shirt and hopped back onto the bed, striking a sexier pose. She put an inviting smile on her face and waited for Beca.

After a few minutes, Chloe started getting restless, wondering where Beca was. She debated on whether to go looking for Beca, finally deciding to wait it out, hoping Beca would be there soon.

Ten minutes later, Beca still wasn't there. Chloe let out a frustrated sigh as she flopped down onto her back, looking at the door.

Chloe ran her hands through her hair and stood from the bed. She opened the door and could hear voices coming from downstairs. At first, she thought Beca was still talking to her mother, but then she heard a man's voice and got nervous.

"It's late," Chloe thought. "Who could be here this time of night?"

Chloe grabbed her robe and put it on as she hurried out of the room to check on Beca. She went downstairs to find Beca talking to the same two officers that had arrested Beca's father.

"Beca?" Chloe said, causing Beca to turn toward her.

"Chloe, I'm glad you're still awake," Beca said.

"What's going on? Why are the cops here?"

"They're here for you," Beca said.

"What?" Chloe asked. "Why are they here for me?"

"Roger Daniels might know where you are," Beca blurted out. "So my mom called Joe and asked him to check on you, on us, to make sure we were safe. That's why she called me. To let me know that Joe was coming here to protect you. To protect both of us."

"Miss Beale," Joe said. "My partner and I will be sitting outside in our patrol car tonight to ensure that you remain safe. And, we will have teams swapping out at the end of each shift to watch over you until this Daniels guy is caught. There is an all-points bulletin for him in every city and town between here and Tampa. He might not even be coming here, but we don't want to take any chances with your safety."

Chloe stood next to Beca, looking pale and on the verge of a panic attack. Beca took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Chloe opened her mouth and then shut it when she couldn't seem to form the words to say anything.

"Um, why do you think he knows where I am?" Chloe finally managed to croak out.

"Your mom said her address book is missing," Beca said. "Your address is in it, and she's afraid Daniels took it, which means he has your address here at Barden. He doesn't know about me or this house, so it will be safer if you stay here."

"I'm scared," Chloe said as tears fell from her eyes.

Beca pulled her close, whispering, "I won't let anything happen to you. I promise."

Chloe hugged Beca tighter and nodded. Joe cleared his throat.

"Don't worry, Miss Beale, as I said, we'll be outside all night," he said, pulling a card from his pocket and holding it toward Beca. "This has both our cell numbers on it. Call if you hear anything or if something seems off. Also, we'll be taking turns patrolling around the house every two hours or so to make sure the place is secure."

"Thank you, Joe," Beca said, taking the card.

After Joe and his partner left, Beca continued to hold Chloe as she cried. After a few minutes, Beca pulled back.

"Chloe?" Beca said. "Look at me, please. I have something I want to say, and I want to make sure you hear me."

Chloe moved her tear-filled eyes to Beca's and waited. Beca placed her hands on Chloe's cheeks and stared into her eyes. She used her thumbs to wipe away Chloe's tears.

"I love you, and I promise you I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe, okay?"

Chloe's eyes widened. "Yo-you love me?" she whispered.

"Yeah, I do," Beca said, smiling. "I wasn't planning on telling you like this, but I thought it was something you needed to hear sooner rather than later."

Chloe smashed her lips to Beca's. Beca was surprised but recovered quickly and kissed Chloe back.

When breathing became an issue, Chloe broke the kiss and laid her forehead against Beca's, whispering, "I love you, too."

The two stood silently holding each other for a few minutes before Beca broke the silence.

"It's been a weird couple of days," Beca murmured. "Let's get you to bed."

"Okay," Chloe whispered as she took the hand Beca offered.

As soon as they entered Beca's room, Chloe sat on the edge of the bed. Beca gathered her pajamas and stood in front of Chloe.

"I'm going to brush my teeth and change," Beca said. "I'll be quick, okay?"

"Okay," Chloe said.

Beca left the room and hurried to the bathroom. She put on her pajamas and brushed her teeth.

Beca had only been gone for a few minutes. When she returned to her room, it was to find Chloe already in bed with her eyes closed.

Beca quietly walked over and slipped into bed. She moved close to Chloe and put her arm over Chloe's waist.

"You're naked?" Beca questioned when she felt nothing but skin.

"I am," Chloe said, turning to face Beca."But with everything that just happened, I'm emotionally drained and really tired. I'm sorry; I thought we would continue what we started earlier, but right now, I just want to go to sleep. I could put something on if you want."

"That's okay. You're fine," Beca said, kissing Chloe and whispering, "Goodnight. I love you."

"Love you, too," Chloe mumbled as she snuggled into Beca.

Beca smiled and closed her eyes. They fell asleep within seconds of each other.

#bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #pitch perfect #bechloeislegit

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mariacallous · 7 months

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(JTA) — Israeli officials have notified the relatives of 199 people that their loved ones are believed to be hostages in Gaza, an Israel Defense Forces spokesperson said on Monday.

The number marked a sharp revision of the army’s previous estimate of the number of Israeli captives, which had grown to 155 in the days after Hamas struck Israel Oct. 7, leaving thousands of people dead, wounded or taken hostage.

The new estimate comes as Israel prepares for a ground invasion of Gaza that families of the hostages fear could put their loved ones at further risk.

“We are making valiant efforts to try to understand where the hostages are in Gaza, and we have such information,” an Israel Defense Forces spokesman, Daniel Hagari, said at a press conference Monday, according to Times of Israel. “We will not carry out an attack that would endanger our people.”

Little information has emerged publicly about the condition, whereabouts or survival of the hostages after an initial flurry of videos released right after the attack. It was also not clear whether the IDF believed that 199 represented a comprehensive estimate of the number of hostages. The bodies of several hostages, who had been killed, were recovered when the Israeli military led a small incursion into Gaza ahead of the invasion.

The families and supporters of the hostages have formed a well organized operation to keep their loved ones in public view even as Israel shifts into war mode.

They have held press conferences to call attention to the missing, created viral social media videos showcasing the names and information about the hostages and made available posters that volunteers have plastered in public spaces, including in New York City subway stations.

The hostages include women, children and the elderly and have drawn significant attention from international leaders, including President Joe Biden, who spoke with their families for 90 minutes on Friday, and U.S. Secretary of State Antony Blinken, who has been moving among Middle East countries trying to broker their release. A diplomatic source told the Times of Israel on Sunday that Qatar was involved in the effort as well but that Israel had so far declined to participate in talks.

“Israel will not hold negotiations with an enemy that we have vowed to wipe from the face of the earth,” the head of Israel’s National Security Council said on Saturday, eliciting ire from the families of the missing.

On Sunday, Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu met with representatives of the missing for the first time, vowing to do everything possible to bring them home. But a family that has not been part of the collective organizing appeared at the meeting and expressed support for Netanyahu, according to a Haaretz report, creating tensions with the others who have accused the prime minister of giving too little attention to their family members’ plight.

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glassautomaton · 10 months

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Preview time! This isn’t for the eminent tale, but I wanted to show off some Foxx since a few people mentioned him in the replies to a previous post. This excerpt is right from the start of the tale and I feel like it should give readers some idea of what to expect in terms of case and plot, though obviously not everything there is revealed in this. This was also largely taken from a previous iteration of the tale that changed somewhat, so some things are obviously subject to change.

Probably the biggest lie Aleksander Foxx was ever told was that children were dumb. Children lacked context for a lot of things, though they could hardly be blamed for that, but that didn't mean that they were dumb. They were quick to notice patterns and had good memories for things of perceived importance. Foxx was quite glad his daughter perceived his comings and goings as something of import, but there were nevertheless times when that worked to his detriment.

Daaad, are you coming home on time today? Daaad, where were you? Daaad, were you with that pretty lady? All questions he had to fend off without lying to Lucille, which came down to him always saying he was 'at work.' Not a lie, of course, but the little girl didn't know what that meant and was harboring a resentment toward that fact. That resentment only grew each time he stayed at work later than he said he would.

She didn't even think it was a cool job, either, just a mall cop for a plastics company. Why couldn't they have given him Smith-Campbell Petroleum as a job instead? At least that explodes.

So, as Aleksander made his way down to where they kept the medium-risk humanoids, he found himself frowning at his phone. Even if he did have a good excuse to give her, something was jamming communications out of the site. Or he was just underneath several meters of solid concrete. Or both. Aleksander let out a deep sigh. Lucille knew how to hold a grudge, and being late again with no new mom to show for it would certainly be something worth being upset about. That girl had certain expectations for her dad. She was anything but stupid.

"Ooh, Mr. Foxx, is that, like, a motion tracker or something?"

This kid, on the other hand, might have been a bit of a moron.

"No, Daniel, it's an Android." Aleksander held up the phone to show him. Though, maybe he shouldn't be too harsh. Iris barely knew what smartphones were, and she was a smart kid. She'd just been locked up for a while. "Uh, how long have you been here, Daniel?"

"About eight months."

Aleksander squinted. "Riiiight…" Well, the 'break glass in case of emergency' list of anomalies he got from Andrea can't be filled with nothing but idiots. Although, it was supposedly just a list of people Iris rejected. Well, she can't have rejected them all for the same reason.

You can't set up a team and expect everyone to be perfect, that's why it's a team in the first place, he thought. Like Ocean's Eleven, but with Aleksander as the George Clooney character. Who's also a lot like James Bond, since he's so good at everything. Well, like James Bond except in how everyone around him dies. So he's more like John Wick since he has a dead wife, right, and Lucille is like his dog who he loves. Though Lucille would probably not want to be compared to a dog. That and the fact that, uh…

"So, uh, Mr. Foxx?" Daniel snapped Aleksander out of his thoughts. "I'm really, like - I mean, thank you for grabbing me for this." Speaking a little soon, there. "But, what are we doing again?"

Aleksander stroked his chin. "Heh. Our mission, as it stands, is to liberate the North maintenance control terminal from the hostile invaders." 'Liberate' was a good way to say 'shoot everyone in there with a pulse' to someone like Daniel, he figured.

"Oh, so… no hostages to save?" Daniel slumped over a little bit as he trailed behind Aleksander. Whether that was because he'd have no way of directly seeing the results of his actions or because he wanted other people to see him, Aleksander didn't know, and didn't particularly care.

"No, Daniel," Aleksander said, slowing his pace down to stand next to Daniel and leaning in. "The whole site is being held hostage. Right now, the fire suppression system is active. All the power doors in the facility are shut, and only the bad guys can open them from there." He hoped he was doing a good job walking the tightrope between instilling enough urgency in the kid and scaring him. Luckily, it seemed like he wasn't quite smart enough to realize that meant there was no backup coming and the 'bad guys' had inside knowledge of the site's layout and procedures.

"Oh, yeah, okay." Daniel nodded, taking in the information, and slowly turned to Aleksander. "So… what exactly do you need me for?"

Target saturation. "Oh, come on!" Aleksander clapped Daniel on the back. "Who wouldn't want Cactusman on their side?"

As expected, Daniel took the bait, smiling and failing to ask any follow-up questions. Attaboy.

"Now we just need one more member of the team," Aleksander said to himself as he peeled off to take a closer look at a heavy door sunken into a wall. "Daniel, you keep a lookout, okay?" He said as he rummaged through all the loose bullets he had stuffed in his pocket until he was able to produce a crumbled-up sheet of paper, its condition only made worse by the other inhabitants in the pocket. He squinted at its half-faded writing. Four, something, five, something.

Daniel poked his head down the threshold - in the opposite direction of where he'd need to be looking to keep a lookout - and smiled. "You're grabbing Rainer for this, too? Wow, it's like our own superhero team!"

Aleksander cringed at the comment in place of Iris, who had once prattled on and on to him about how annoyed she was that some Lenny girl had said something similar to her. But, hey, at least he knew he was in the right place. Iris had also complained to him about someone named Rainer whose application she rejected. Well, she had complained to Andrea in both cases, but Aleksander was nothing if not observant. Which was different from being nosy.

"Uh huh." Aleksander squinted at the control pad. Biometric locks, even if it did only want a fingerprint. "I need a key. Watch the door, will you?" He walked past Daniel to a security room across the hall, stepping over the broken glass from its shot-out window. Peeking in, he saw a guard slumped motionless on the ground. Bingo.

Crouching down next to him, Aleksander pulled out his combat knife (that he was finally going to get to use!) and tried to remember how to take someone's pulse. Not that he didn't pay attention when Jackie was going over first aid with everyone, no… Well, a little, perhaps, but that was because stone-cold killers like him were more concerned about stopping pulses than restarting them. Wasn't it, like, under the arm? He pressed two fingers into the guards arm underneath his armpit and counted to ten. Nope, nothing.

"Oh, Mr. Foxx, I don't think you need a key for this door," Daniel said. "Look, there's no keyhole or anything."

"Uh, no, you need, like, a finger." Aleksander was only half-focusing on responding has he felt up the guard's bones. "It's a fingerprint scanner."

"Okay, I get it!" Daniel's chipper tone made Aleksander stop what he was doing and peek over the broken window. "I can get it, don't worry!"

"Wait, Daniel, if it's the wrong one it'll shock-"

"Aaaaaaah!" Daniel screamed, startled by the shock.

"Aaaaaaah!" The guard yelled, starting awake.

"AAAAAAAH!" Aleksander shrieked, jumping backwards.

#scp #devils advocate scp #Aleksander Foxx #scp 2800

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taylorkellyreporting · 1 year

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i hope no one minds if i liveblog this bitch: ncis: hawai’i from 1x15

been a hot minute since i’ve watched this show but i’m back 🫶🏻

— 1x15

gracie is being so rude to jesse ☹️

oh shit??

tennant better pick up her phone omg

WOAH

lucy facing her fear of the ocean for jesse 🥹 that’s family fr

aloe vera really can be used for anything damn

i bet the boat’s gonna be empty

well.

i feel like this rebecca woman is gonna have something to do with this..it seems like she’s hiding something

“if someone i knew were in trouble, i’d want you to be the one looking” 🥹

“not you” oh shit they’re probably gonna use grace against jesse

i knew that woman wasn’t telling the truth

WAIT JESSE STARTING THAT FIRE WAS COOL AS HELL

at least rebecca isn’t in on it

damn jesse got his ass kicked

“she’s mine” that had no business sounding hot

lucy and pike going with jesse aw🫂

tenant and jesse’s friendship is something that can be so personal

— 1x16

“i know a guy” and it’s gonna be his dad lmao

oof the fight between kai and his dad was rough

not daniel trying to control what college alex is going to…jane better shut that shit down

oh my God that kill was brutal

jane’s facial expressions while lucy’s snapping at kate are sending me

lmao poor kate she can’t win in this situation

kai’s being so damn obvious it’s only a matter of time before he’s caught

…or fired i guess lmao

i can’t wait for the chef to find out who kai really is

daniel being pissed that jane doesn’t know what’s going on is so stupid cause it’s not like he’s trying to tell her. he just magically wants her to know 🙄

“she doesn’t know you like i do” aw

DAD?!

that was insane

— 1x17

woahhhh

ERNIE???

poor kate she’s trying her best and i feel bad for her but i get where lucy’s coming from too

well shit

mike bowen?!

“sometimes there’s no nuance, it’s just right and wrong” hm i don’t think she’s just talking about the ransom anymore

OH SHIT

“what a jackass” ernie’s face pls 😭

kacy ☹️

“we were just about to rock” what the helldjgjgjfns

wow i didn’t see that coming

i love ernie so much 🥹

the hug aww

— 1x18

so i ended up having to watch the first part of the crossover cause i was hella confused 🙃 the og ncis isn’t actually that bad i’m kinda surprised

he’s GONE?!

lmfaoooo they didn’t even know about the rumors

matching tattoos 😭😭

this woman is terrible at her job

well his body’s for sure gone

i love jessica and ernie’s dynamic

this episode’s kinda boring

seems like whatever happened in orlando wasn’t as great as everyone’s making it out to be

— 1x18

“i haven’t had a baby in about ten years” “daniel, you never actually had a baby” pls 😭

oh no, alex :(

ernie’s so sweet, i love him

the hawaiian lion king?? 😭

PEPPER LMFAOOO

jane’s friendship with jesse 🥹🫶🏻

pepper’s so freaking cute

jane has really good kids, they’re so lovely

ernie loves lucy so much 🥹

lucy and jesse teaming up to tease kai pls

damn jane kicked ass

aww alex visiting his baby brother

kai and melanie are so cute

baby nate 🥹

— 1x19

what the hell?

lmaooo poor kai all he wants is to eat his sandwich

jesse looks so fine

lil wayne 😭

the woman’s probably holding blake hostage

oh lucy was gay panicking bad and kate loved it 😭

3 dead people?? what’s her issue…

his wife is dead ☹️

“because i loved you, kate” my God.

oh i love this for ernie

lucy’s def not over kate

lmao poor jane all she wants is a bath

i love kai so much he’s such a good guy

— 1x20 & 1x21

omg he stabbed him

jesse’s british accent is so bad pls

jesse sense? this show is so unserious 😭

“do you think these shoes go with this shirt?” “ the question is, do you?” lmaooo

pike’s so freaking funny

he meant a date 😭

oof kacy in this interrogation

i knew that wasn’t gonna end well

woahhh they both died? omg

these last two eps are kinda uninteresting

we deserved to see more jealous lucy before her and kate got back together

OH SHIT

“oh God, i wasn’t being literal” 😭

everyone cheering for lucy and kate aw 🥹🫶🏻

#ncis: hawai’i lb #ncis hawaii #jane tennant #jesse boone #lucy tara #kai holman #kate whistler #ernie malik #julie tennant #joe milius #alex tennant #jessica knight #nick torres #kacy #long post

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the-vagabond-angel · 11 months

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Certified Vagabond Angel book headcanons and these are mostly just Armand hcs cause I miss my reach

Armand would be one of those guys who scream random stuff out in the middle of class, you know who I’m talking about

If Claudia was able to live until modern times, I feel like she’d be really into platforms, she likes the extra height

Louis would be the type to wear those turtleneck-cardigan-long skirt combos

Marius would own the ugliest pair of Birkenstocks EVER

I feel like when Armand and Lestat forget they hate each other, they have a really fun time together like I’m talking they go out shopping, have lunch you know, listen to music while dancing then they remember they hate each other and they start fighting about something

Claudia’s first coffin had little doodles all over it trust, it absolutely did

Armand’s current coffin also has little doodles over it lol and stickers, there’s stickers everywhere on it

Lestat would be the type to have a “just girly things” blog in like 2013 or one of those blogs dedicated to emo guys cause let’s be fr

Armand would spend $100 that he got that day in 30 minutes in a visual novel game

When I was 13-14, I started my own cult that was dedicated to that guy who ran CNN 10, I called myself “The High Priest” and everybody had to call me that (I had this black like long cardigan with hella long sleeves that I wore). I had an assistant who was called the Communicator or something weird like that, we had rules and a whole symbol and had about 25 or so people in it, like I would go up to people like “hey, wanna join my cult, it’s really fun” anyways my point is Armand would do that cause he literally did that

Armand probably holds everyone hostage to drink his horrible little smoothies (same boo boo bear holding my whole family hostage to eat my devil’s food cake that I made in my easy bake oven but it’s the old one that used a light bulb)

Armand sleeps with a little night light cuz I get the feeling he wouldn’t like to sleep in the dark (alternatively, he does what I did as a kid and sleeps with a bright ass lamp that lights up his entire room)

Lestat and Armand probably paint their nails together (sometimes they paint Louis’ nails too)

They all watched Twilight together like a big weird family, Armand is team Jacob until breaking dawn then he’s team Bella should’ve dated Alice, Lestat wants to sparkle too now, Marius probably hated it cause he’s an old loser, Louis read the books beforehand and did not in any way understand the movies better, and Daniel probably fell asleep.

Lestat and Armand will describe the blood they drink like it’s wine (“mmhmm yes a vintage 1967 with a very oaky and smokey taste to it” meanwhile they just ate 2 guys who were camping in the woods)

I’m from the era of the internet of like Slenderman’s mansion so I imagine all the vampires who matter live in one huge ass mansion in the woods together

Lestat can’t swim I don’t care if it’s canon that he can, no he can’t, he just looks like someone who can’t swim

Lestat watches beauty guru videos to sleep

After Armand’s basically dadification, he spoils Benji and Sybelle like this man physically cannot say no to these kids, he tried to but it just ended with him convulsing on the floor.

Armand are those pictures on the internet of that lady laying in her room and her walls are entirely covered with crosses and then the other one of that nun just sitting between those 2 women

I’ll add more if I feel like it lol

#interview with the vampire #iwtv #qotd #queen of the damned #tvc #the vampire chronicles

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Title: The Hollows Author: Daniel Church Genre/s: mostly folk horror, with a bit of what I’d call survival horror in the middle Content/Trigger Warnings: implied child and animal abuse, implied sexual assault, physical assault, kidnapping, human and animal death, gore Summary (from Angry Robot Books): In a lonely village in the Peak District, during the onset of a once-in-a-lifetime snow storm, Constable Ellie Cheetham finds a body. The man, a local ne’er-do-well, appears to have died in a tragic accident: he drank too much and froze to death. But the facts don’t add up: the dead man is clutching a knife in one hand, and there’s evidence he was hiding from someone. Someone who watched him die. Stranger still, an odd mark has been drawn onto a stone beside his body. The next victims are two families on the outskirts of town. As the storm rises and the body count grows, Ellie realises she has a terrifying problem on her hands: someone – or some thing – is killing indiscriminately, attacking in the darkness and using the storm for cover. The killer is circling ever closer to the village. The storm’s getting worse…and the power’s just gone out. Buy Here: https://angryrobotbooks.com/books/the-hollows/ Spoiler-free Review: A pretty fun read overall! The concept’s solid, and while it’s not what most people would think about when they think of folk horror, especially if their first contact with the genre is Midsomar or Wicker Man (the old one, not the remake), it fits in the genre pretty well. It takes a while for the connection to click, but when it does? Whooboy! Also like Midsomar and Wicker Man, I genuinely think this’d make a great movie or miniseries! There’s passages in the book that read as very cinematic, and a part of me wonders if this book was written with the possibility for adaptation into a show or film already in mind. Even if that was the case, I think it’d work wonderfully in a visual medium. Not sure which director would work best on this - I mean, Ari Aster’s the obvious choice because of his connection to folk horror, but there’s aspects to this that make me think another director might be a better fit. That being said: I wish the pace of the narrative was better. There were several chapters that I think could have been more tightly-written; for a moment I thought this was going to turn into survival horror, and I think it was that for a moment, which doesn’t make me happy (not because I think survival horror is a bad subgenre; it’s just not my schtick). But once you’re past that part the story picks up again; I just wish that slow chunk was, as I said, more tightly-written. Rating: Three creepy entities and one half-corpse (three and a half) Thoughts underneath the cut for spoilers

- There were plenty of nods to Lovecraft, particularly where the Harpers are concerned. I don’t know if those nods were deliberate, but there they are (or at least, there I think they are; it’s likely I’m the only one seeing them). - Speaking of nods to Lovecraft and the Harpers, I wonder if the veering away from incest when it came to Paul and Jessica was the author seeing what direction they were going and deciding “Nope!” at the last minute. This is only speculation, and I could be entirely wrong, but given the way that the “no incest happened here!” thing was put forward, I can’t help but wonder if that was the case regardless. - Can I just say that I love how women took care of most of the business in this novel? Not all of them met happy ends, but I’m glad for the ones who did. - Also: the scene where the Harpers were holding Charlotte Famuwiya and her boy hostage? And they said they’d had a noose around Charlotte’s neck? Godsdamn if that doesn’t say “lynching” to me, especially since Charlotte’s mixed-race. - And given the history of the village and the Harpers’ farm and their relationship to the Tatterskins and the old gods: fuck the Normans, and therefore, fuck the French.

#the hollows #daniel church #book review #horror #books #sff

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Tales: Married to Faith

It was 2015, Iris and Meri were just enjoying a date together while traveling to New Marias. New Marias was only one of the Nexus Points under the Foundation's control, but it was popular for being the safest and best to live in. Here Species of Interest and anomalous humanoids could wander, walk, phase through, and fly freely without discrimination or worry of being hunted. As such it was a perfect place for Foundation staff to go and live a normal life every so often. It was also the best example of what a perfect life would look like if the veil over the anomalous world was ever broken.

Iris and Meri were just walking through the streets and enjoying their life together, though that was not all. Meri was here to help establish a new church. In fact, they just came across Dr. Wells and his wife Charlie who were also here to help with the church. Both Charlie and Iris left their lovers to work on the church as both were atheists and couldn't really help anyways. Instead, they both decided to sit on a bench close to the construction of the church.

"I'm surprised they didn't fight over which faith will get more attention."

"Those two are on such odd but good terms, I heard Meri didn't even get into one argument with Mathew, not even when he became Matilda."

"No, she doesn't actually like being around Matilda, she's just too nice to say no to hanging out with a friend. She's so lovely but too nice for her own good, but it makes me glad to be her wife so that I can stand beside her when she needs it."

"Hahaha, god you two were practically meant for each other, I remember when you guys were little you always wanted to hold her hand, every chance you got." Iris blushed and Charlie laughed again at this, the two both of them remained silent as they sat there. However, Iris then remembered her childhood within the Foundation and how much she wished she had the power to escape. She only got through it with the help of Meri, Daniel, and her friends. She then looked at Charlie with concern but quickly realized she was probably thinking too much and stopped herself from talking. She took a deep breath in, then out, and thought calmly about what she wanted to say.

"Charlie?"

"Hm? Yeah Iris?"

"Why did you decide to stay with the Foundation? With your power you could have escaped any time you wanted."

"Hm... yeah I could have but if we're being honest, they would have hunted me down and used my family as hostages. Besides, where else could I go? Be worshiped by the freaks at the Serpent's hand? Hunted to the point of insanity by those GOC pricks? Enslaved by Marshal, Carter and Dark Ltd? Probably brainwashed and recruited by the Black Queen's Insurgency. Like it or not, even I can't deny the Foundation is humanity's best hope for survival. And yeah, I know I got captured the same day I destroyed those government pricks that killed my dad, but they weren't anything like them. After throwing some fireballs they surrendered and asked for compromises.

I only accepted for the sake of my family and the barn, and they were surprisingly nice. I mean there were always those assholes that thought they were better, but I showed them who was boss in the end. They agreed to letting me have some freedom in exchange for working with them in the future. I figured I was just going to burn everything down as soon as I got there but I was genuinely shocked when they sent me on my first mission. It was to take down an army of evil Sarkites and boy where they a fucking threat but nothing I couldn't handle.

They have never once sent me to take down a building or kill civilians. I swear I would kill them if that was ever the case. Don't get me wrong I still hate those faceless O5 fucks, I've only heard have of the evil shit they do but that alone makes me hate them. Still the Foundation isn't all bad once you get used to it and it can actually be pretty rewarding regarding the perks and awesome people you get to meet. That's the main thing I like about staying, if I didn't join in the first place, I wouldn't have met you or the others. It was honestly so refreshing to know there were other kids out there that had powers like me. It was also refreshing to know I was both the oldest and the strongest." Charlie then winked at Iris to which she busted out laughing.

"Hahaha! Don't let Alexi and Claudia hear you saying that."

"Ah, Alexi's a sweetheart, he doesn't mind admitting I'm stronger, and Claudia can complain all she wants, it doesn't deny I'm right... Haaa... it's also thanks to the Foundation that I met Mathew. He does preach his faith a lot but he's still so sweet and caring about all. Don't tell him I ever said this but he's an absolute angle and a true light in my life. Haha, at times he may be an idiot but he's my idiot and I'm his, forever and always."

"Wow... and you say me and Meri were made for each other." Charlie then noticed Iris staring at her with admiration and sparkling eyes, Charlie blushed and looked the other way out of embarrassment.

"Haha, so what about you? I mean I know it's not easy to say no but why do YOU stay in the Foundation? What keeps you here?"

"Besides the fact that it's impossible to leave? I... Well at first it was the desire to take what I could from the Foundation and use it against them but now... it's because I have hope."

"Hope?"

"Yes, Hope that life can always get better, hope that nothing is impossible, just difficult, and hope that those we love can give us just as much strength and we give them... Hope is what drives me every day."

"Huh... And here I thought you were one of those people who believed naivety and hope meant the same thing."

"Nah, I used to, but after a certain train ride I learned the two couldn't be any more different. Besides, I can't deny that my life is pretty good right now. So yeah, guess having hope is working."

"Hm, well I'm glad it's working out... So now that they're distracted do you wanna talk about something a little spicier?"

"Excuse me?"

"I mean it's just us here, and both our religious lovers are not here to get mad at us for having sinful talk so... What's Meri like in bed?" Iris blushed and looked at Charlie with shock, she then looked around and sighed in relief when there was no one close enough to hear them.

"Charlie! Are you serious right now?!"

"Oh, come on! This is always something married girls like us do when our significant others aren't around."

"That's not a thing! And even if it was, I have no reason to oblige!"

"Fine then if you won't start then I will." Iris groaned and covered her ears as Charlie giggled and continued.

"Ahhh... Mathew is an angel both out and in bed, he's so gentle but also full of energy. He really knows how to make a lady feel special any time of the day." Iris blushed as she didn't want to be hearing about another couple's sex life. Though she did stop tensing up when she noticed how lovingly Charlie was about it, it almost didn't make it sound as nasty as it could have been.

"And then after we're done, he hugs me so gently and lovingly and I just fall into the warmth and comfort of his embrace. The best part is he also wraps his wings around me, and they are so soft! It's like after making love to each other I get rewarded by being wrapped in a cocoon of love. Seriously I'm not religious but he's quite literally a man made in the perfect image of heaven." Now Iris was pouting in jealousy but also annoyance, she knew Charlie was baiting her into bragging about Meri. The worst part about it, is that it was definitely working.

"Well, Meri is quite innocent but up for trying new things, and she makes the cutest reactions sometimes." Charlie then leaned closer to Iris with her fists cutely under her chin to show she was extremely curious and ready to listen. Iris sighed while blushing in embarrassment, she knew Meri would hate it if she told anyone, but she couldn't help but want to talk about it, so she continued.

"Like for example she's actually really sensitive when you pet her legs. Most people call me crazy for thinking her legs are cute, but they are! And they're so soft too, it makes her turn so red and get so cutely defensive when I brush my hand across them."

"Oh? What about her horns? Does grabbing them turn her on?"

"Oh, no way! Her horns are strong but are quite sensitive and I don't mean in the aroused kind of way. It hurts her a lot when someone grabs them in any way. So, I always make sure to never touch them and she always sleeps with her chin down and head up."

"Ah sorry... so wait, does that mean she's always on top?" Iris blushed and glared at Charlie with disappointment while Charlie started giggling deviously with pride.

"Yes, actually. Once she's in the mood she starts taking control though she's very gentle yet also so powerful too. it's like this weird combo of gentle and rough that makes it all the more... exciting."

"Woah... you're such a slut." Iris turned red, glared at Charlie in anger, and punched her as hard as she could in the shoulder. Charlie grabbed her shoulder in pain but managed to laugh it off while Iris crossed her arms in anger.

"Hahaha! Okay! Okay, I'm sorry! Besides, it's not like I can judge, especially when I have lots of fun with Matilda." Iris then froze up and slowly turned her gaze back to Charlie in shock.

"... Matilda? As in Mathew's satanic form? You have sex with her too?"

"Yup, turns out I'm bisexual." Iris continued to look shocked at Charlie while she smiled and raised her chin with pride.

"Haha, it all started with a couples therapy session thing, it's kinda personal so I won't go into details, but the main point is that we wanted to get closer by exposing our flaws to one another. One of Mathew's flaws was that he felt uncomfortable yet free when he was in his satanic form. So, we worked together to help him be more comfortable in that form. After a few days one thing led to another and now every so often we sleep together. And oh boy! Is she aggressive in bed! And it's also hot, pun intended, that she can control fire like I can. Though the main take away is that now Mathew doesn't feel so trapped our out of control of his powers now, so the sex is good but it's more of an added bonus you know." Charlie blushed and smiled at that; it was nice to know that the married lives of her friends were doing good with a little couples therapy to help.

"But oh man does Matilda have such a hot body. You've and Meri have probably noticed back when you were teens but woah is she so gorgeous and sexy. Honestly it's like I won the lottery of love knowing I got one of the most handsome, gentle, funny and caring men who can also turn into the sexiest and hottest women on the earth." Iris then got annoyed again.

"Hottest women on earth? Meri is the physical incarnation of Gaia! She's literally gifted with the most beautiful face in the world made by the goddess herself."

"Sure, sure but Mathew is cute and gentle in his own way."

"No one is cuter or gentler than Meri!"

"Mathew is the combination of all the best aspects of both men and women!"

"Meri does this adorable thing where-" Before Iris could finish Meri suddenly hits Iris on the head while Dr. Wells slaps Charlie on the back of her head. The two girls then turned around and looked up in fear as their significant other. Meri was radiating a dark aura while glaring at Iris arms crossed and disappointed. Dr. Wells on the other hand was smiling despite his face clearly twitching with anger and radiating an aura of burning rage.

"My, my, Charlie, I'm glad you're having such fun talking about things I specifically and politely asked you not to talk about."

"Now, now. Don't be so harsh on them Mathew, after all we knew what we were getting into marrying such ruffians."

"Fair, fair, but I think it's time for the conversation to end." Mathew then grabbed Charlie's ear just hard enough to drag her away. Iris watched in horror at the sight, Charlie clearly wasn't in actual pain as Mathew was still being sure to be gentle, but it clearly hurt emotionally that her husband was very disappointed in her. Iris then fearfully turned to her disappointed wife who still had her arms crossed in disappointment.

"... *sigh* let's go home, Iris." Meri then walked away to which Iris silently but quickly followed her wife to the SFH-2 ″Raven" they came to New Marais in. Iris was really annoyed with herself for embarrassing her wife by bragging like that, so she just stayed behind Meri the entire time they were walking.

"... Though I have to ask."

"Hm?"

"You... Do you really like my legs? You don't think they're gross at all?" Meri turned to Iris while blushing in embarrassment. Once Iris noticed this, she blushed at how cute Meri looked; she then smiled warmly, walked up to her and gently put her hands on her cheek.

"I've already told you, haven't I? There's nothing hideous about your legs."

"I always just thought you could bear it because you loved me. You know love is blind and all."

"Meri, you really thought all this time I was secretly disgusted with your legs?" Meri then looked down in shame and nodded.

"But you're always so up front with everything that bothered you, why hide something little like that?"

"I guess, I just thought it was so little it wasn't a big deal. Compared to the stuff you have to deal with."

"... Oh Meri, nothing that bothers you is so small that I wouldn't make time to help you deal with it. I do have my own problems but I'm not dealing with any of them alone, so please don't deal with yours alone even if they seem small in the long run."

"Hm, thank you Iris... I really do love you." Iris and Meri then kissed, and it was perfectly timed too as the sun was just setting on the horizon. When they stopped Iris looked into Meri’s eyes full of love and wonder.

“... Will you marry me?”

“Huh? Iris, we’re already married.”

“I know… I think I just fell in love with you all over again.” Meri giggled in that adorable way that Iris loved. Meri then lovingly hugged Iris’s arm and the couple continued their walk to the “Raven”.

***

"Aw! I'm sorry Mathew! I just love talking about how great and amazing my husband is so I got carried away!" Mathew was wearing a look of disappointment as his wife was following him.

"... *sigh* You really did enjoy talking about Matilda as well."

"Oh, uh well..."

"And she is the hottest girl in the world if I heard you correctly."

"Well you are!" Mathew then stopped and turned around looking at Charlie in confusion.

"What?"

"Wha- what? I just mean that I like you in both forms and sure Matilda has her perks but at the end of the day it's still you. And that's what I love most about it, whether it be a different form or a different show of love, it's still you at the end of the day."

"You... still see it as me?"

"Well. yeah? I know your personalities change more dramatically when you touch certain items but when you're Matilda you have the same memories, the same basic likes, the same adorably laugh too. Frankly theirs are not that much different between you, Ah! But um obviously that doesn't reflect actual Satanism and Christianity... I think." Mathew looked at his wife confused but then chuckled which allowed her to calm down and smile again.

"Hahaha, the truth is, I'm not actually sure I like the Christian faith that much."

"Wha?"

"It's just what I feel in my blood is the right thing to do, but when I touch that pentagram talisman it's a new and exciting experience. It just so happens like with Christianity I feel freer than if I were to touch another religious item. So, I enjoy being Matilda almost as much as I like being Mathew. I just find it hard sometimes to decide which one I like more." Charlie smiled warmly and hugged her husband from behind while kissing his cheek.

"Well one thing is certain, whether you make a choice or just keep flipping between the two. I will always love you, forever and always. Because in my eyes, you will always be the one I love." Mathew blushed as he lovingly touched his wife's arms with one hand and placed one hand on her cheek with the other.

"Well, I just MIGHT feel like becoming Matilda again, for tonight! But I also might not want to be her for another month or so." Charlie felt a little hurt by that as she felt an arrow stab through the desire part of her heart. However, she quickly swallowed her pettiness up and faced her husband with a reassuring smile.

"Your anomalous body, your anomalous choice." Mathew smiled and leaned forward so he and Charlie could kiss, they both kissed for a short while. Afterwards, they both flew off into the skies together, seemingly dancing in the skies and taking their time before going back to Site-AM.

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