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mothdruid · 2 months

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Hi my lovely abby! For your birthday blurb weekend celebration I’d like to request this storm prompt: ⋆ "come here, i'll keep you safe. swear." With Anakin please and thank you❤️❤️hope you have the best day and happiest birthday! Love and hugs💕

Safe

pairing: Anakin Skywalker x afab!reader

word count: 900

a/n: ps. sorry if there are any inaccuracies with my star wars lore. i haven't watched anything star wars related in years. my love for anakin only recently resurfaced

A shudder ran through you as you listened to the unrelenting storm outside. The rain was pounding down outside, thunder clapping frequently with lighting following shortly after. It was making it hard to sleep. Each loud clap of thunder was frightening you back awake. Every shock of lightning illuminated your room.

Kamino was nothing but an endless ocean. As someone who grew up on Mandalore, it was hard to be okay with this watery landscape they called a planet. Especially with how severe the storms were. You had had the occasional storm on Mandalore growing up, but nothing like this. You were surprised the buildings were still standing above what.

Being sent here felt almost like a punishment. You knew it was necessary, but hell. The only thing making it better was the people you had been sent there with. Obi-wan had been the one to ask for you, which apparently Anakin encouraged. When Ahsoka said that you couldn't help the flutter in your chest.

You weren't sure what it was, but there was just something about Anakin that made your heart beat a little faster. The two of you had been on one assignment together. That was the beginning of it all, and now you could barely get him out of your mind.

Ever since the storm had started you wondered if he was like you. If he was staring at the ceiling, hoping for some calm. Or if he was fast asleep, the storm barely even noticeable. You closed your eyes, mind wandering to more thoughts of Anakin. Just as your mind was wondering if he was in his normal sleep ware. His broad chest cover by nothing, only a loose fitting pair of black pants on his waist.

Boom! Crack!

You sat up that time, chest rising and falling quickly. You dug your nails into your palms. Tightness tugged at all of your muscles. You needed to do something else besides just laying there. Without another thought you got up and headed to grab your robe.

After putting your robe on, you opened your door and moved into the hallway. At least in the hallway the storm didn't sound as loud. You didn't have a plan in mind. At this point, if you needed to walk around the halls all night to feel better you would. So, that's what you did.

The halls were empty, except for the occasional guard. Your foot steps were being drowned out by the sound of the storm outside. Hell, your thoughts were starting to become drowned out by the noise. You were starting to wonder how any of these guards were staying focus with all of the noise.

While lost in thought you rounded the corner of the hall, hoping to continue walking. Instead you were met with another body. The two of you bumped into each other, obvious that neither of you were really paying attention. Strong hands steadied you, keeping you up straight as you regained your balance.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry," you started apologizing immediately, ready to start hear some guard yell at you. It never came though.

"Hey, it's okay," a familiar voice said.

Everything started clicking into place in your mind. The strong hands and chest, soft yet firm voice. You had slammed directly into the man who had been plaguing your thoughts all night so far.

"Anakin, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention," you apologized again.

"Like I said, it's okay," a soft smile was on his lips. "What's got you up this late anyway?"

"Oh, I just am having a hard time sleeping," you tugged the front of your robe around you a little more.

Anakin was exactly as you had imagined him. Black robe, black pants, no shirt. Tonight really just wasn't your night. First the storm and now him.

"Is there any particular thing keeping you up?" His tone had a bit of concern to it, something that wasn't too common for him.

"Oh no, not real-"

As if the storm knew what you were about to say, a loud boom of thunder clapped outside. You tilted your head inward, drawing away from the loud sound as your body tensed. Anakin's hand on your arm tightened a little bit, as if he was still trying to keep you up right. Lightning flashed and leaked in through the windows of the hallway.

"I don't like the storm either," he whispered reassuringly.

"I'm just not used to them like this," you started, "not with the water and everything. It makes me worried."

"Worried?"

"Yeah, like what if it gets too bad and something happens?" The nerves were making your voice shake a little.

"Come here, I'll keep you safe. Swear."

Without warning, Anakin's arms slipped around you and pulled you into him. The soft skin of his broad chest was pressed against your cheek now. You let your arms wrap around him, holding him in a similar embrace that he had you in.

The two of you sat there like that long enough for another loud boom of thunder to occur. That time when you tensed Anakin was there, arms wrapped tightly around you and holding you close. His embrace almost made you forget about the storm, the loud noise being the only thing reminding you now. Even the lightning had ceased to exist with face nestled into his chest. For the rest on the night the storm didn't bother you.

thank you so so much for asking for my boy ani!!! i really hope you enjoy this fluffy blurb<3

don't forget to send blurbs in for my birthday event!

birthday blurb weekend!

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hitomisuzuya · 1 year

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Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Oral sex in an alleyway. Degradation. Forced love confession. Alcohol use

a/n: I...I lied 😂 Someone I know is gonna find me and force me to sleep. But anyways, @xxventiswindblumexx stirred my brain to life again after I read their delicious Scara smut earlier. It was chef's kiss amazing. I borrowed a little inspiration from it, so some credit goes to them. I hope you don't mind, dear. There is a really dumb joke in this. 😭 I'm only making fun of myself with it.

You were out drinking at a tavern to celebrate another mission complete ahead of schedule. You were engaged in a playful drinking game with Childe. Scaramouche watched you quietly.

"Ha!" You exclaimed, wiping your mouth and smacking your glass onto the table. "You can admit defeat, Childe. It's fine. I won't laugh at you," you slurred slightly, giggling, "much." You added with a smirk.

Childe threw up his hands in defeat. "Okay, girlie. I know when I have been beat. I know you aren't a lightweight. By the way," he said, handing you a folded piece of paper. "Here is the new safe house codes. They reset today, remember."

"Oh, thanks," you took the piece of paper, and unfolded it to read. It said YMCA. You squinted, "Wait...this isn't enough letters, the code is usually four letters..ohh.."

So maybe you were drunker than you thought.

You crumbled up the piece of paper and put it in your pocket, a flush of embarrassment coating your cheeks. "...Whatever, thanks. I need some air," you grumbled, stumbling a little as you moved around Childe.

"Awwww come on, don't go," Childe.slurred, trying to pull you into his lap, "I didn't laugh at you even though the look on your face was hilarious."

"Stop, Childeeeee. I like someone else, remember?" You danced away from his hands.

Scaramouche narrowed his eyes. What you'd just said, that you liked someone made him curious. Romantically? Who was it?!

You'd followed him around like a puppy for months. The first time he told you fuck off and leave him alone, you only cocked your head, and flashed him that stupid gentle smile and said, "Hush, I know you don't mean that. You've been letting me sit with you for hours now. We've been sitting here in a companionable silence for awhile now and I swear I saw you nodding off. You feel comfortable around me, admit it."

He didn't. For months he treated you with the same contempt he would anyone else. But on the inside, you were starting to make him feel things he didn't think were possible. You made his chest tighten like he had a human heart. Once you started saying those kinds of things to him, he eventually silently accepted it and stopped calling you a pest.

Scaramouche remembered the first time he took a lock of your hair between his fingers. "Pretty.." he murmured in a moment of rare weakness. You'd looked away, blushing, "But..your hair color is much prettier than mine..who even likes blondes anyways...we are kind of dumb sometimes..."

He remembered bringing the lock of hair to brush against his lips, he eyes wide with anger at himself for showing weakness in front of a pest like you. He'd ordered you harshly to leave his sight moments after.

When you left the tavern, Scaramouche got up, and headed towards Childe. "Next time you do that, I'll break all of your fingers," he said, serious with his intent.

"Don't worry, I get it," Childe said, "But you know, if you aren't careful, someone else might get there before you." He sounded no longer inebriated. "You are more obvious than you think. At least to me you are."

Scaramouche glared, offended. He brushed off Childe's comment and followed after you out of the tavern. He found you across the street in an alley, resting your head against the wall, your eyes closed as you breathed in the chilly night air.

"Who is it?" The question spilled from his mouth.

"Huh? Oh, Scara, it's you. My equilibrium is a little off, so I couldn't hear you all that well," you replied, massaging the bridge of your nose.

"I said who is it!?" He snapped, smacking a hand on the wall next to your head. He knew it wouldn't take much for you spill who it was.

"Eek, alright, I'll tell you, just gimme some space would you?" You pushed your hand gently against his chest.

He crossed his arms, waiting and glaring.

"You caught me, Scara," you said, blushing as you traced the toe of your shoe through some dirt. "It's you that I like, okay? You don't have to scream at me about it. I would do anything for you."

Scaramouche regarded you coldly for a long moment, making you fidget nervously. "Okay, I'm gonna go, forget this ever happened." You waved at him as you turned to leave. And there it was, that stupid gentle smile of yours.

"Prove it!" he barked forcefully.

"What?" You had to make sure you'd heard him correctly.

"Did I stutter, slut? I said prove it. Prove that you would anything for me. Get down on your knees and prove it!" he was taking the anger and frustration he felt inside himself out on you. "What are you waiting for? Your mouth practically begs me to ruin your throat with my cock everytime you smile in that stupid way."

You stumbled forward, your body moving without thinking and did as he asked. "You just keep those annoying, pretty eyes on me."

Again, you did as you were told. You pumped your hand on his cock once you took it out of his shorts. He groaned when you swirled your tongue around the tip. Taking hold of your fine hair, the color that bewitched him so suddenly, he curled the ends around his fingers a few times, before gripping it tightly.

He thrust harshly into your mouth, making you gag before you started breathing through your nose. "Archons, you are really proving that you are a slut for me. I think deep down, I always knew," he panted quietly as your throat convulsed around his cock.

You tasted precum in the back of your throat. You mewled, never once breaking the tight suction of your mouth on his cock while you sucked, flattening your tongue against the veins that bulged to the surface.

"Fuck you are good at this," he hissed, moving your head to bob as you greedily sucked. "I should've ordered you on your knees a long time ago." When he felt himself about to fill your throat, he pressed your mouth all the way down on his cock. "Now drool and deep throat me like your depends on it. It's not like you haven't thought about doing this since we first met."

He held your head in place as he cummed. You coughed, drool spilling from your mouth onto his thighs as you swallowed, your fingers pawing against his shorts. He yanked you to your feet. Your eyes were hazy with adoration only for him.

"Get up and wipe your mouth. Let's go, it's cold out here and I'm not finished with you yet."

a/n: Whew. Goodnight, everyone. I'm sorry if this was too much. Scaramouche really brings out the absolute worst of me.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader

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railingsofsorrow · 11 months

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Winds of Change

[spencer reid x reader]

summary: spencer is really not good at confrontation and he realizes his profiling skills are kind of lacking at the moment. or in which reader goes through a lot and makes a choice. [sequel to riptide]

pairing: spencer reid x cyberintelligenceexpert!fem!reader

w.c: 4.4K

warnings/content: description of hospitals; mentions of unfaithfulness & divorce; animosity btw coworkers; not as angsty as the other chapters; tw!pregnancy; details of a case that involves tw!abduction, people getting arrested and tw!someone getting shot; descriptions of nightmares, allusions do drowning; trypanophobia (fear of needles); tw!panic attacks; jemily if you squint; ah there's also fluff, i'm not a monster; conversations about future plans.

A/N: summary sucks i'm aware! that's been on my notes for far too long. i was deciding whether i should kept my old writing style or make it fit my new one but none of the options would have match the other two chapters so i kinda mixed the two. that's why "y/n" is in here.

navi

masterpost

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Raymond Henley and Carlos Stewart were arrested that evening.

Thanks to the hard drive files Y/N had stored minutes before everything happened, there was enough proof of the data breach; luckily she had gotten there before Carlos could enter her office and wipe out everything.

Aaliyah Zara was found safe and sound in an old building on a different neighborhood. When her aunt said that the girl would never run away; she was right. But the girl's father, Miron Zara picked his daughter up from school that day, as a surprise. The only reason this was never brought up during the investigation was because the cameras never got images of his vehicle — he parked strategically in a street corner with no surveillance. The data breach was contained. Well, the FBI covered it with as much excuses as they could. Everybody knew that the money could never be fully recovered. “How is she?” Derek asked JJ as they tried to keep their conversation as low as possible for the sake of the hospital hall creepy silence.

“Sleeping.” The blonde replied, adding a third packet of sugar on the cup beside hers. Her lips instantly lifted in a grimace once she poured in the fourth. It wasn't for her anyway — she at least hoped this would calm Spencer's nerves down. “Her liver was fixed up, thankfully. Doctor said that if the bullet crossed an inch longer she might've lost it.” She stole a glance at her best friend. His neck in an odd position as he took a nap against his will on the uncomfortable waiting room chair and curls covering half of his face. His body was too tired so it was bound to happen, he couldn't fight it anymore. When a wave of jet black hair crossed her eyesight a few feet away JJ quickly made an excuse. “Can you take this up to him when he wakes up? I need to do something.” She didn't wait for Derek's nod to leave.

“Family of miss Y/L/N?”

Before Derek could utter a single word, Spencer's head snapped around to the sound of Y/N's name. A hiss left his lips at the crack his neck gave out. Derek watched Spencer carefully as they both moved to hear what the Doctor had to say.

“Em.”

Emily stopped staring at the TV to lift her attention to JJ, she wasn't paying attention, her mind was griped in worry for her best friend.

“Is Y/N pregnant?” JJ was specialized in talking to victims families, which means that she needed to smooth out the territory before revealing the awful truth, as a way to making them feel better even for an unique second. But now she didn't feel like beating around the bush. And by Emily's reaction she could tell she had been right. She breathed out in astonishment.

“Don't tell anybody. She just found out, she isn't ready to—”

“I wouldn't do that, Em.” JJ said softly. Emily gave her a look of gratitude. “So, Spence and her...”

“I'm still trying to figure that out myself.” Emily sighed heavily.

“His reaction when she got shot didn't made it clear enough for you?”

“I knew he was seeing someone.” Emily bit her cheek, “I knew she was seeing someone, too. But I didn't know they were seeing each other.”

Isn't she married? JJ wanted to ask but she stopped herself. This was none of her business.

Emily stood up with her eyes glued to a certain spot. When Jenifer followed her gaze, she saw there was a doctor talking to her co-workers. So, they made their way there.

“... also, there's no risk to the baby. They'll both be alright.” Emily froze her walking and JJ almost bumped into her back. Oh my god, she mentally yelled, studying Spencer in panic. He had a frown etched into his face. “Miss Y/L/N will only go through the usual recovery process and—”

“Wait— I'm sorry.” Spencer cuts her off as Derek shared a look with the girls behind the Doctor. “What did you say?”

The women raised her eyebrows, “Uh, the recovery process—”

“No,” He interrupted again, almost losing his patience. Emily would have to intervene soon. “About the—uh, the baby?”

The room seemed to go down to minus forty degrees when the specialist carried on. “Oh, of course. The fetus wasn't jeopardized by the wound or the loss of blood. She's still early on the pregnancy and there's higher risks on the first trimester, but there's absolutely nothing to worry about besides carrying on with the usual check-ups.” She regarded everyone that had gone quiet with curiosity. “You might visit her soon. She will be awake at any time now.”

“Right. Thank you so much.” Emily said, dismissing the women politely. When she left, Derek still had a lost look on his face, JJ was stealing a glimpse at Spencer's reaction and Spencer was... Well, he was staring at the floor. His mind working on full strength over the past few weeks.

Her behaviour. Literally, all of her behaviour lead to the present diagnosis.

He even rulled out pregnancy from the mental list he'd made when she had gotten sick. She had said it was just a bad stomachache. Since he hadn't seen her nauseous or dizzy after she claimed it, he let it go.

That's because I had not seen her at all these days.

But she had been distant this past week. Was this why?

How could he be so fucking dense?

“Reid?” Derek squeezed his shoulder and he blinked a bit startled. “You okay?”

“Yes.” No.

“Can I have a word with him, Morgan?” Emily appeared out of thin air by his side. No, she had been there all along, you idiot. It just feels like you're out of the loop right now. Get a grip.

As soon as Derek left, Emily cleaned her throat, making him look at her. “Reid, how are you feeling?”

He seemed to wake up at that moment, “Me?” His features suddenly smoothed out in realization. “You knew.”

Emily opened her mouth but shut just as soon as she did. “Spencer—”

“You knew she was pregnant and you let her go on in the case?” An indignant look took over his face as he retracted his arm from her reach. Not missing the way the hurt flashed though her eyes. “Emily, she could've—”

“There was no imminent danger, Spencer—”

“Yes, as we saw a few hours ago!” He snapped and stormed out, leaving her alone in the visiting room as he marched towards his girlfriend's room.

“Go.” Derek ordered the blonde that watched the scene unfold anxiously. She turned to him, “Go talk to Prentiss.” He nodded in the brunette's direction. Derek understood he wasn't needed, but JJ was. It's always JJ that deals with a solemn Emily in certain moments, somehow, she is the only one that knows what to do. What to say. And now she was needed. Because Spencer must've said something harsh as he usually do when he's mad. Jennifer knows, she was on the receiving end of his anger once.

•°. *࿐

Stop swimming. Let it go.

Let it go.

Y/N didn't want to let it go.

She was a very good swimmer back in her youth, those skills don't go away with time, do they?

It felt like she was in the ocean. Barely keeping her head above water as her legs struggled below. Every time she tried to go forward, towards the trees, she felt something pulling her in, drowning her.

She could only see trees. No sand, no land. Just trees.

Not having the knowledge that you are dreaming can gift you a feeling of despair. That you don't know how you got there, why would you even be in the sea in the first place?

Although, having the knowledge that you're dreaming can be quite terrifying. You know it isn't real. This isn't really happening. But do you know when will it be over? It can go on for minutes but it always feels like hours, days even. Dreams are deceiving. Nightmares are entrapping.

She knew this wasn't real. And she was drowning. She couldn't breath. She couldn't see what was ahead because her vision was blurry.

Y/N didn't want to let go. She didn't want to stop fighting. But she was tired and desperate, there was no other way out.

She stopped swimming.

When she woke up first, she felt nothing. It was numb. Then, itchy sheets and a distinct but strong smell. There was a heaviness on her right hand which was the first thing she actually felt. Fluttering her eyes open, she was received with light green and white. Hospital. I'm in a hospital. After her brain made up where she was, the heaviness on her hand intensified to a squeeze. She turned to the side, blinking repeadly so her sight could adjust.

A hand grasped her own. She squeezed back still a bit confused. But when she looked up, a warmth filled her chest almost immediately.

Spencer.

“Hi,” The corner of his lips turned upwards as he watched her trying to grasp her surroundings.

“Hi.” Y/N swallowes, her throat was incredibly dry for someone that was drowning. He seemed to understand her actions as he offered a cup with a straw for her to sip the cool water. “Thanks.” She croaked out, clearing her throat. His hand supported her back as she shifted to a sitting position.

“How are you feeling?” Spencer asked, leaving the cup on her bedside table. Y/N studied him carefully.

“Fine. And you?” He raised his eyebrows and her forehead creased in confusion as she scanned over his features. No bandage, not even a bandaid on his face. “All that blood you had in you, Spencer." She said, lifting a hand to touch the side of his chin, turning it to the side. "How are you not in a bed right now?”

His eyes softened. “That wasn't my blood, sweetheart.” The crease in her forehead deepened. “It was yours. You got shot, Y/N.” He gave her hand another squeeze, this time bringing it to his lips.

It took her a while to understand that but Spencer waited patiently. She was still heavy on meds, it wasn't like he expected her to not be confused right after waking up.

“Right.” She said, eyes unfocused. “Did you... find the girl?”

“Yes. She's safe.” Spencer watched her attention drifting elsewhere. “Y/N?”

“What about the—”

“Arrested. We got them too. Are you okay?” He quickly studied her heart monitor screen to see if anything was altered.

Y/N shifted in her position. She was feeling uncomfortable. She felt naked. “Can you take these off?” She gestured for the cannula inserted in the back of her hand, frowning as she looked at it. “I hate it.” She wanted to scream. She felt trapped. Was she awake yet? This is real, right?

“No, sweetheart. It takes the medication into your system faster, you can't take it off.”

“Just— just get it off of me, Spencer.” The constriction in her airways made it difficult for her to breath. Her eyes assuming a moist aspect. Taking her hands in his was the way Spencer found to grab her attention, the heart monitor going off.

She hated needles. She hated hospitals all-together. That was one of the first things he learned about her when they were still getting to know each other.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” He cupped her face, locking their eyes.

Letting out a shallow breath she mumbled a tearful “I hate needles—”

“I know.” He said calmly. It was heartbreaking but he had to be the one who calmed her down. “Breath in for five and breath out for four, okay? Can you try it with me?” he requested softly, caressing her cheek.

She did it after a few seconds. During ragged breaths the repetition helped her chest fill up with oxygen again. Relief washing over her body.

It wasn't long until her head was resting upon Spencer's chest once he climbed up in bed with her in a rather uncomfortable position. He didn't care. As long as she was alright with it.

It took five minutes of idle conversation for Y/N to forget about the needles. Spencer made sure to cover her hand and forearm with the blanket so she wouldn't pay attention to it.

“You should get some sleep.” He muttered, kissing her temple softly.

“I was having a nightmare, I don't want to sleep.” She said quietly, playing with the fabric of his dark brown sweater vest.

A frown etched onto his forehead, “You wanna talk about it?” She denied the request with a shake of her head, leaning further into his touch.

Their moment was interrupted by a knock on the door and a doctor entered the room right after. The same woman that had given news about Y/N's wellbeing to the team before.

“Hello, Miss Y/L/N. I'm Doctor Young. How are you feeling now?” She strode to Y/N's side, eyes glued to the medical chart. Spencer split apart from Y/N to sit in a chair, giving her a smile to reassure he wouldn't be going anywhere.

“Tired.” Y/N shifted on the bed, “But fine.” Something seemed to come up in her mind. “Actually, I'd like to ask something.” She said, cutting Dr. Young off just as she was about to explain whatever was on her chart.

Y/N then gave Spencer a look that silently said she needed to talk to the woman in private.

“I'll go grab a coffee and be right back.” Spencer pressed his lips against her forehead, offering the doctor a tight-lipped smile as he left the room.

•°. *࿐

“I need to tell you something.”

She said as soon as he walked back into the room. God, it was hard to even swallow.

Spencer gave her a nod, taking a sip of the coffee. That's awful. He left it aside with a sigh, moving to sit beside her bed.

“You— I don't know how you'll react.” She said, her head working like wildfire.

“Why are you worried about how I'll react?”

“Because I lied to you.” Your breath stopped for a moment. “For a few days. Not on purpose, of course. I just— I wasn't ready to tell you yet.”

Spencer leaned back on the chair, “Okay,” he said calmly.

She surveyed his face, not being able to grasp what he was thinking. What he was feeling. He didn't let on any reaction. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

She hated profiles and their abilities to mask their emotions.

“Spencer.”

Spencer let out a sigh, leaning closer. He took your hand, carefully enough to not move the wires. “I won't be upset or mad at you. I promise, alright?”

She pursued her lips, inhaling longingly.

“I— I got a divorce.” Y/N let out, gulping. Is that it? Really? “Just waiting for the papers to be signed.”

Spencer hummed, brushing back her strands. “How are you feeling about this?”

Lifting her chin, she looked up at him confused. “What do you mean?”

“Your marriage just... ended.”

“That couldn't be qualified as a marriage, Spence.” She rolled her eyes. “I was done with him.” As soon as I met you. “I'm happy with you, do you understand that?”

Spencer nodded, smiling softly when he felt her fingers curl around his wrist and a tug at his arm. He sat on the edge of her bed just like before.

“There is something else.” She whispered, playing with his fingers to ease her mind.

“You can tell me,” He mumbled, pecking her forehead.

Y/N stammered before speaking, but when she finally said it it was like a weight lifted off her shoulders.

“I'm pregnant.”

Spencer didn't move nor did he said anything, which made her flinch away from him to take a look at his face. He was smiling. Almost grinning if it wasn't the fact that he was holding it back.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Her eyes narrowed at him. “Did you know?”

“Not exactly.”

Y/N stared at him in disbelief. “What do you mean not exactly, Spencer? Who told you?” Who even knew? was the question running around her mind.

“Nobody!” He widened his eyes, watching her getting worked up quickly. It really was not a good sight to make Y/N mad. A bit frightening, if you will. “Actually, Emily—”

“Emily?!”

“Sweetheart, let me speak.” Spencer asked kindly. Y/N pressed her lips together, her eyebrows creasing. “Emily had to tell the doctor and I overheard. That was it, alright?”

Y/N nodded, forehead smoothing slightly. “Yeah, okay.”

"Did you know that, statistically, 97% of people have one or more secrets; which makes it an average of 13 secrets per person? Depending on what you're keeping and who you are keeping it from, it can cause damages to your well-being, like reducing one's emotional resilience or cognitive issues and— I'm rambling." He winced, cutting himself off. "Sorry."

You chuckled, poking his cheek. "I told you I don't mind it when you do." With a clear of throat, she kept her gaze on him. "Thirteen secrets per person uh? How many of those have you kept from me, Doc?"

"You'll never know." She snorted, rolling her eyes as he smiled cheekily. She'd have to be one of the only people that actually paid attention when he drifted away from the main subject.

His eyes studied her for a bit before he grasped her attention again, “Why didn't you tell me? Do you know how dangerous it was for you to enter that case?”

“I'm pregnant, not stupid. I knew what I was doing.” Y/N retorted, giving him a look. “And I didn't tell you because— Because I wasn't ready yet. I didn't even know what I wanted to do yet. Was trying to figure out my own mind.” Her eyes softened, “But I am sorry.”

Spencer nodded understandingly, caressing her cheek. “It's okay.”

Her face scrunched up, “If I didn't know you any better I'd say you were excited.”

Spencer looked down at their hands, the corner of his lips lifting slowly as his mind worked with possible future images.

“Aren't you?” When he met her eyes he realised he shouldn't have assumed what she was going to do. He didn't want to induce her on anything. “I mean... What do you want to do? I'm sorry I didn't ask before—”

“It's fine.” She shifted on the bed, bringing her body closer to his. “I want to keep it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I've thought about it.” She shrugged, messing with the small part of his tie that was being displayed. Y/N lift her chin just like the previous position to look at him. “Are you okay with that?”

“If you are then I am,” he leaned down a bit to press a kiss against her lips. She hummed in response.

"But it doesn't just concern me, Spence. It's- It's bigger than that, isn't it? I don't want you to regret it later. So, just- just think about it."

He frowned, forehead twitching in confusion, "But it's not my choice, Y/N. It's yours. It's not my place to regret it or not- not that I ever would regret it," Spencer quickly added, squeezing her hand. "Just know that whatever decision, I'll be there, I won't leave your side. Never."

That was safety felt like. Not empty bed and cold sheets.

“I guess, I should let them in now?” Spencer said after a while of soft talk between them. Y/N frowned in confusion but then her eyes lit up in understanding.

“Right. Is everyone okay? Did anyone else get hurt?”

“No.” Spencer shook his head in response, brushing hair behind her ear. “Don't worry. They're all good. I'm gonna send them in now, alright?”

She nodded, adjusting the blanket on her lap.

As soon as Spencer left the room, a few seconds later, came in an exasperated Penelope Garcia. A grimace formed on Y/N's lips.

“What were you thinking scaring me like that!” The blonde exclaimed, walking towards her injured friend's hospital bed. “Ms. Y/L/N, you do not get to get shot and give me a heart attack, okay?”

“Sorry.” Y/N replied with a sad smile and quickly opened her arms in which Penelope found herself in no time. “Didn't mean to scare you, Pen.” They haven't known each other for long but in the little time they've had they clicked instantly. Especially because of their common interests.

Sniffling, Penelope nodded against her shoulder. “It's okay. It wasn't your fault, baby. But we were so worried.”

“You gave us a little scare there, hacker.” Derek chipped in, crossing his arms. He would admit later on that he actually took a liking to her in the meantime they were working together. “Glad you're okay. We all are.” He switched looks with the team and in the end locked eyes with Spencer, who was just watching everything quietly. “Especially pretty boy over there. He was out of his damn mind.”

Spencer cleaned his throat, finding something on the floor very interesting. Y/N gave him a soft smile.

Derek didn't need anything else to be said to understand what was going on between them. But he would most definitely have a talk to Reid another day.

“So, you're feeling good?” Emily studied her for a while.

Y/N gave her a reassuring smile and nodded, “Yeah. All good. Ready for another one, actually.”

“You're funny.” Spencer snarked, giving her a look to which she scrunched her nose at.

They stayed inside the room until the doctor kicked them out, because only one person per visit was allowed, not the entire FBI.

Y/N asked for Emily to stay behind before she could leave with the others. Emily did, her serious demeanor never changing.

Y/N knew what was going on inside her head.

“Em, it wasn't your fault,”

“You could've died.” Emily croaked out. Now that everyone had left she felt her will to cry growing even more. She almost lost her best friend. “Y/N, you could've died.”

“But I'm here. It barely grazed me, okay? Em.” Y/N mentioned her to get closer, offering her hand. It wasn't truth. The bullet hadn't barely grazed her. It had punctured her body which caused a big blood loss. But that was beside the point now. The important is to complete vanish this stupid idea of Emily's mind. “It was not your fault.” She said firmly, bringing her closer so she could embrace her. Feeling a nose burying in her shoulder and her hospital gown getting wet because of tears, she carried on. “I love you. Stop blaming yourself, I'm right here and we caught the bastards.”

They both shake with Emily's surprise laugh. Y/N is more than satisfied with the reaction.

“I love you, too. Don't ever scare me like that again, okay?”

“I promise.”

Emily left the room after they had their moment, and Spencer walked in not five minutes later. He didn't spare a word before diving straight into her arms. Carefully, of course, given her injuries.

"Oh, hello," said Y/N as a smile spread on her lips. But there was a hint of concern when he buried his nose into your neck and let out a shaky breath, "Hey, you okay, Doc?"

His voice was muffled by her clothing. She frowned, not understanding.

“Spencer, what did you say?”

He turned to the side, and she could see the man with a lazy grin over his lips.

“I said that I'm happy,” he repeated, trailing the edge of neck to her cheekbones with a finger. “I'm glad you're okay." He said, smile faltering. "I was so scared to lose you."

"I'm right here," she said, leaning her forehead on his. "Don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon." A hum of satisfaction left her throat when the corner of his mouth raised in a grin.

"That's good." He whispers. "Because I'm not going to let you go anywhere." Again.

Y/N tilted her head enough so their lips could meet. The kiss was slow, safe, it felt like it should happen. Like a lot of things in her life at that moment. Spencer pulled back when she started chuckling, brows knitting in confusion.

"What?"

She raised a finger, a silence request for him to wait her laughing fit stop. Spencer studied her face with a mix of amusement and slight concern. He stole a look at the heart monitor again.

“Are we going to be parents?” It's what leaves her mouth. Her face flushed as she recovered from the laughs. "How is this— That's insane, isn't it?" She scans his face for any trace of regret but only proceeds to find a fond gaze. "Oh, stop looking at me like that!"

"Like what?" He tries to hold back a grin but it's foolish.

"Like you're completely in love." She says, hand hovering over his vest absentmindedly. "You're going to get bored of me soon." She lets out quietly, watching as he prepares to protest. "Even so, would you take me as I am? Stubborn, paranoid, reckless and extremely hard headed?"

"You could say stubborn again."

"I will stick this needle into your jugular vein."

Spencer let out a boisterous laugh. His eyes wrinkling on the edges. There was no other reaction besides her fond gaze. She is so in love, she feels like an idiot.

“I will take you as you are," he took her hands in his, thumb drawing circles on her palms. His amber eyes met hers. "Stubborn, paranoid, reckless and extremely hard headed." He lists on, bringing one of her hands to his lips and then the other one, without breaking eye contact. "There's nothing that I would change in you and there's nothing that would make me love you any less than I do. I felt for who you are now and I will keep falling for who you will become in the foreseeable and unforeseeable future." He pauses. "I love you. Both of you."

Averting her eyes, she retracts her hands from his to wrap around his middle, burying her face in the croak of his neck. Vanilla and coffee and books. That's what he smells like. Home. She kissed the spot, shutting her eyes. She wouldn't dare going anywhere, this is exactly where she wanted to be.

"I love you, too, Spencer."

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#criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid angst #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #mess is mine series #winds of change

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sunshineyuuji · 1 year

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hello hello~ I have far to many head cannons for the Fatui so I limited it to 3 per person :} I put them in order of my favorites ehe~

Dottore: his mother taught him how to draw when he was young, all of his notes are filled with sketches of what he's studying, when he was young he wanted to be a baker he still bakes when he gets the chance

Pierro: he keeps his office pristine at all times to the point that the servants have stopped trying to clean it, he has a grand piano that horribly out of tune he refuses to have it tuned, if someone needs to find him they always check his office first he's either there or in a meeting with the Tsaritsa

Capitano: if he's not in the training grounds he's in the library, he has a soft spot for dogs (he probably owns at least one), has an extensive skin care routine even though nobody can see his skin

Sandrone: she has so many glass display cases filled with custom dolls, made dolls for all of the other harbingers when she's upset with them she drowns their doll, sews all of her own clothes

Pulcinella: 100% has a live laugh love sign that Tartaglia gave him as a joke that he treasures, knows everything if something happened you can bet he already knows, always has candy on him his pockets are full of werther's and strawberry bon bons

Columbina: she can perfectly mimic the sound of birds singing, grows all kinds of poisonous flowers for tea, immune to natural poisons

Pantalone: he can copy someone's signature after seeing it once, makes large anonymous donations to restaurants he likes, has 2 file cabinets for all of Dottore's funding requests

Tartaglia: he can come up with stories on the spot for his little siblings, can backflip and shows it off every chance he gets, his office is a mess but he nows where everything is

Signora: bought an entire makeup company because they discontinued her favorite blush, she had a walk-in closet for her shoes alone, had a massive sweet tooth

Arlecchino: tried makeup once under Signora's pressuring almost killed her when she saw herself in the mirror, uses contacts because one of the kids at the orphanage broke her glasses once, hates how sticky kids get so she made a rule that the kids at the orphanage have to wash up before they touch anything

Scaramouche: has 3 of the same hat incase one of them breaks, would fight Tartaglia as an excuse to beat around a fellow harbinger, also really good at coming up with stories on the spot

ehe~ that was really long sorry about that (//^-^//) anyways I hope you have a wonderful week and stay hydrated :}

Oh you wonderful human being, may God bless you and I hope your phone charges from every angle possible. THIS'LL HELP ME TO MAKE FATUI CONTENT, HELL YEAH. I'm gonna put them in my character list now, thank you very much!

And also, thank you~. Eat and sleep well and stay hydrates too~♡.

#headcanons #genshin impact #genshin #fatui childe #fatui columbina #fatui dottore #fatui capitano #fatui x reader #fatui pierro #fatui harbingers #genshin scaramouche #genshin harbingers #fatui headcanons

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scoonsalicious · 12 days

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hi pookie its meee🩷🩷

I just wanna tell im sorry that i havent been spamming lately😂. Part of it is because im busy preparing for my sis engagement day which is tomorrow (WHO KNEW ENGAGEMENT WOULD BE VERY CHAOTIC?!)

Unwanted updates has been my alarm clock early in the morning (around 6-8)😂. Usually I would wake up at 12 in the afternoon but since then, early it is.

Somehow my brain knows when you’ll update.

OKKAY Let’s rewind to chpter 23. Of all things… SHEAR A SHEEP?!😂😂😂😂 Thinking about it, I might actually do it too😂 Tony and Pocket clicked right away. I love their dynamic. He cares for her since the beginning and for someone like Pocket, she needs him. That chapter is wholesome.

Next, even if it’s only 1 part, we got to see Sam and Pocket in action and I can’t wait for more. Sam calling himself dark chocolate is just😂😂😂😂. Also a glimpse of Pocket’s childhood/backstory😔 She’s a tough one which makes me even more worried. The ‘plan’. Buying drugs from Kozlov sounds BAD. This makes me think that they will force her to take some kind of new drugs that made her really vulnerable and kidnapped her. (and i really REALLY think, will be the work of fucker cunthage).

Last but not least, I miss Bucket😂 I miss his stupid head. I cant wait for him to be the knight in shining armor, saving his beloved Pocket and beat the shit out of Jeremiah. I trust Pookie will build him to the manly man he needed to be.

Anyways, as always, loads of love for u Pookie. Ur work r the best.😭🩷 I cant wait for the upcoming new story.🔥

Hi, Bestie!!! I love getting your messages! And no need to apologize, because 1) they are *never* spam, and 2) you're busy! Congratulations to your sister, by the way! I hope she has a very long, happy, and healthy marriage! I'm glad I can be your personal alarm clock, lol; though, if I could sleep until noon, that's all I'd be doing! So, the shearing a sheep thing-- I was having a convo with @mrsbuckybarnes1917 and was talking about how I think RDJ and I could be besties, just hanging out and shooting the shit and going on ridiculous adventures, then I was like "he seems like the kind of guy I could shear a sheep with in the middle of the night." And BOOM! An origin story was born! It ended up working out better than I expected. I love writing them together so very much. He really is the solid foundation of her life, and if not for him, who knows where she'd be right now?

Sam calling himself 'Dark Chocolate' was loosely based on Marshall from How I Met Your Mother calling himself 'Big Fudge.' I dunno, as I was writing, I just saw Sam saying it, and I was like 'Bingpot!'

I miss Bucket, too. He has a teeny, tiny over-the-phone cameo in the next part, but they won't be 'on screen' again together until Chapter 25. I should have kept them apart for longer, honestly, but I couldn't resist.

Three parts coming out today, since they're all relatively short, and I'll be leaving you on a bit of cliff hanger to start your weekend. In the meantime, I'm off to work on With Friends Like These which, part way through chapter four, is already 19.5k words. Brevity is not my strong suit, apparently, lol.

As always, Pookie loves you so much, and the cat-kiss gifs give me life! There's nothing I love more than a kitten smooch!

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alexcharmsyou · 6 months

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Daily Drabble //nov-15//

An Average Night at the Afton's

Rating: T Word Count: 696

“I’ll be back before 11, uh, order pizza or something.”

William sighed, picked up his bags, and left. Not minding the impact of the door slamming behind him.

Michael hadn’t really heard him, nothing he hasn’t adjusted to by now- order pizza, back before 11 (sometimes), and a douche of a door slam. His father was rarely ever home and admittedly for the better, gave Mike time to cool off and let his defensive mask down.

“Shit.” Mike mumbled under his breath, firmly placed his hands on the table and let his head hang.

“Mikey?”

He quickly turned to see Elizabeth standing in the hallway. Her Eyes told Michael everything. She was worried.

“Oh, Lizzy. Hey, are you doing okay?”

He felt so guilty for letting her see him this way. He wanted her to just have a happy childhood, not be broken down in her own home, like he was. Lizzy hesitated.

“I took a nap. Evan’s still sleeping. Did Daddy leave? He said he would say bye first.” The words were so soft, eyes locked to the floor.

Mike couldn’t get the words out. He walked over to Liz, kneeling down to give her a big hug before gently wiping the tears from her cheeks.

I'm sorry was all his brain repeated but he just looked into her eyes, heartbroken eyes.

Asshole. Forget your children again?

“Mikey, w-why doesn’t Daddy love us?

There was so many things Michael wanted to say but this was not the right time. Right now he just needed to comfort his sister as best he could until they could both just forget about everything. At least that’s what he wanted to do. Mike liked to think they could do just fine without William.

Mike took a deep breath and pulled his finger away from Lizzy’s delicate damp cheek. He walked over where the housephone was, grabbing the couple dollars left on the table as he went.

“Hey, yes it’s Mike again, same as usual.” He made eye contact with Liz. “Oh actually if you could add some of those cinnamon bites that’d be dope. Okay, thanks man. Later.” He smirked as Lizzy’s eyes lit up in what made her look like a glowing star.

She laughed and ran into Michaels arms. He shared a chuckle with her lifting her above the ground and spinning around the kitchen floor.

“I have to go tell Evan!” She squealed and ran off to Evan’s bedroom.

Michael smiled as she left. This was exactly what he hoped, the house would have a good night. Mike waited till she was out of sight to slide into his room and empty his very miniscule savings jar. William only ever left just enough for them to get one pan, the treat would cost Mike about half his coins.

Eventually, his dad would have to start paying him for his work at the Diner, and that age was coming soon. Until then it didn’t really matter, he just used the money he did manage to collect to buy new records and boards anyway.

On the thought of records, Mike decided to play his freshly bought Led Zep record. William hated when he played it, too bad he wasn’t ever around to hear it.

The hammer of the gods

Will drive our ships to new lands

Mike plopped on the bed and chewed on a lolipop, bopping his head to the beat. Zoning out to a daydream.

His door slowly swung open to show Evan and Elizabeth’s excited faces.

“Pizzaman’s here! Pizzaman’s here!” Lizzy squealed.

Yawning, Michael covertly slid the coins in his shorts pocket and hopped out off the bed and into the hallway.

“Guys’ excited?” Mike asked his siblings, affectionately.

“YEAHH” Lizzy bounced down the hall and down the staircase.

Mike glanced over at Evan while he slid his jacket over. He looked tired, clutching his Fredbear plush closely.

Michael nudged him gently, “Hey, how about we watch that new Star Wars film? Or Jaws, but i dunno if you and Liz could handle it.”

Evan smirked, “I like Starwars.”

“Alrighty that settles it. you, me, and Char will go see it next showtime."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

#michael afton #evan afton #elizabeth afton #william afton #afton family #afton siblings #michael afton needs a hug #a good little taste test of my Mike pov wip;)#I wrote most of this in the dark backstage of a play inbetween my parts hdikjnclxkjsdm #lex's teeny writings #fnaf

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hotxcheeto · 1 year

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HI!! I was wondering if you could go headcannons of Josh Washington with a cane user s/o? And how he helps them and mabye how he introduces them to group? G/n reader please if not that's okay! Please and thank you <33

━ 𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐇 𝐖/ 𝐀𝐍 𝐒/𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Josh Washington x G/N!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, slight angst?, super fluffy!!

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope/kind of?

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - I hope you liked it!! had to do a tiny bit of research for it lol and I'm sorry it took so long!!! ily <33

You didn't know each other at first, you knew Sam though

You two had met after running into each other at the park, you were sitting on the bench and she was on a run and sat next to you take a breather

You kind of clicked and soon enough you became great friends, friends enough that she wanted to to introduce you to her other friends

Well one specific friend, because she just knew who you'd click with

And at first you were kind of nervous, you understood that you having to use a cane so young was a bit different then what people were used to

Especially people you're age

But Sam took you to the café anyway and there is where you met Josh who didn't even know Sam was bringing you

But he was enamored, and Sam knew it, he could barely form a full sentence without stuttering over at least one word

Then it was only worse when she had to 'leave early' and it was only you two

And somehow he finally asked if you wanted to go out, and of course you said yes

It came very clear very quickly that Josh didn't mind helping you and even liked when you smiled, giggled and asked despite some people in the past who were assholes

Being your boyfriend was his favorite thing

He always waits for you to ask, or if it's obvious you can't do something completely on your own

Josh doesn't just like to swoop in and do it himself, you're capable and he knows it, he's not your savior

He's your assistant, as you so clearly joked one time while he rolled his eyes and kissed you

Helps you up the stairs if need be, especially in crowded places and will tell someone to shut the hell up if they start complaining too loudly for his liking

Same with public transport, will fight a lady from her seat if you absolutely need to sit down, will even sit you on his lap if he's gotta

With carry anything you need carried if you can't hold it, he doesn't care how heavy it is

If you're ever in pain you know who to go to

But Josh is a huge jokester so prepare for him to playfully make fun of you sometimes, but only when the time is right if you're upset he's not gonna randomly turn into a comedian

He also probably has a ton of cane jokes up his sleeve, will tell them to you why you're both relaxing in bed until you're begging for him to shut up and sleep

And if you EVER get a little tiny bit insecure about having to use a cane he's right there reminding you that it wasn't the cane that made him fall in love

You're amazing, an amazing person that is so kind and sweet that if anyone made fun of you they're stupid idiots

That makes you laugh

You're just as nervous to meet the rest of his friends as you were to meet him

But he doesn't care, and if they make fun of you or don't like you he promises that he will borrow your cane just to give them a quick beating

Because they're obviously dumb if they don't like you

But surprise, surprise they very much do

Especially Chris since you know he's Josh's best friend, he's just also very sweet and helps you all the same

You guys get along great and Josh is over the moon

You even answer their questions because they are nice about, except for Emily who comes off slightly rude but doesn't really mean it

Quickly thought you become one of them and if you ever need anything, they're there to help always

ESPECIALLY his sisters, they're your sisters now sorry if you liked being an only child or if you already have some

They're pretty sure they like you more than him

And again, they'll always support you, they're the sweetest

Also will tell someone to shut up if they're rude, Beth does not hold back

#josh washington x reader #josh washington #until dawn x reader #until dawn #supermassive games #nevy writes

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 7 months

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-5- Compelled

As Dawn suspected she would, she missed her corps de ballet level performance. It wasn't the lead role, but she'd fought for her place on the stage and in the company. She'd beat out so many others for her spot and was proud, so it hurt her severely to miss out. Not to mention, she'd missed her plane back to the U.S. and was stranded in a foreign castle where every night she had to worry about death.

Every other evening was a banquet, and each time, she was cleansed, re-dressed, escorted, and protected by Deanna. Each time, Prince N'Jadaka would sit and stare, then disappear after he slit the sacrifices' throats. Where did he run off to? Why didn't he ever dance or drink with his people? Most of all, what did he want with her, and why was she still there?

"It's strange that you're alive and still unbitten," Deanna twirled a yellow flower between her fingers. She, Dawn, and Julip were in the garden to provide Dawn a change in scenery and some fresh air. "Anyone else would've been eaten at the first banquet if not on the spot."

"It's been a week of not dying, I don't know what the hell he's waiting on and if he calls me his pet one more time," Dawn sighed, weaving flower crowns in the lush green grass bursting with colorful wildflowers. She sat one over Deanna's hair. "Why am I being held like a prisoner when everyone here is stronger and faster than me? The fuck am I gonna go?"

"Did you see the way Abidemi was looking at you, waiting for us to leave you in the library alone?"

"When?"

"Yesterday. You didn't see her?" Deanna hadn't had a friend in decades and didn't anticipate her own protectiveness. She was unwilling to let anything happen to Dawn outside of the prince's doing.

"Of course you didn't see her. It's hard for the living to detect us. You wouldn't sense us if we didn't want to be sensed," Julip chimed, lying on his back. "If Deanna ever left your side, even for a second, you'd probably be dead. The impulse control with some of the newers is, as you say, shit."

"That's really what you think is gonna happen to me," Dawn asked directly. He slid a finger across his throat.

Dawn narrowed her eyes, contemplating giving him the crown she'd made for him. "Anyway. On top of that, I'm wearing dead people's clothes, isn't that some kind of bad luck?"

"Bad luck is what you're waiting on," Julip adds. "The prince is going to come to his senses, and you're going to be a mess that gets cleaned from the floor. That's how it goes."

"And if I don't die," Dawn challenged. "You'd better hope I'm not like you because I'll be annoying the shit out of you in revenge for the next twenty years."

"It's a matter of time. Enjoy this," he gestured to the field of wildflowers, "Because when the prince realizes you are not who he thinks you might be, you're dead."

"Who does he think I am?"

"It doesn't matter. I'm telling you not to form any delusions. When it's your time, die like the rest."

"I can't lie. It would be nice to have someone normal around," Deanna's face brightened.

"At least I'd have super strength," Dawn shrugged. "That ain't too bad."

"Don't be stupid," Julip blurted, sitting up. "Don't even entertain it. We're damned, Dawn." It was the first time he'd used her name. "I don't think you truly understand the magnitude of what I'm saying to you. I cannot die. I'll never see my parents or have children of my own. I'll never see the world beyond these trees. Do you think I'd ever choose this if I knew 104 years ago that I'd be a soulless parasite trapped in a prison for eternity? There's no reprieve. Do you think I wanna live like this? I do not breathe. I do not sleep. I do not shit. I don't make decisions for myself. I miss normal food, Dawn. I miss normal people! This isn't natural. We're dead. We should remain dead. We shouldn't be here!"

Deanna fell onto the grass to put a hand on his mouth. "You're going too far. We have our orders." He pushed her off.

"She needs to know. If she turns, this is what she can look forward to. Do you have family? Friends? Interest?"

Dawn nodded.

"Even in death, you'd see them again. But if you come back, you never will. Do you control the simple things in your life? What you eat and when? Where you go? Where you sleep?"

"We don't. There is no 'No'. There is no hiding. Not even my mind is safe. I am a slave."

"Then help me go," Dawn begged, holding his gaze. "You said you don't make any decisions for yourself. Well, what if you could? Just once."

"We can't," Deanna stated, putting her foot down.

"I'd rather die," Dawn glared with conviction.

"The prince has sadistic ways of dealing with our kind, and we're all we have left," Julip clarified, but he didn't blink, and neither did Dawn. "If you get caught," he tested.

"If you're on the verge of a death and he offers you a cure?"

"Fuck a cure," Dawn spat.

"Julip, no!"

"Straight 10 miles to the big tree carved with our initials. Right until you hit the stream. Cross it. Walk 12 miles. Pass the clearing and the snake pit. Left at the cave. You'll die before you hit the stream."

Dawn took off before he could change his mind. She ran straight as fast and as far as she could for approximately 3 miles, rested, and then walked 3 miles until the light from outside of the canopy dropped making it nearly impossible for her to see her way through the dense trees. Her field of vision narrowed by 80%, and her speed reduced to a careful crawl as she cautiously combed through potential dangers. She'd never see the initials without light.

"Shit," she panted, looking back. The whole situation was fucked. She couldn't go back, but she couldn't go forward and risk falling into danger or missing the tree. She also couldn't hide or run if one of the hoard came after her. All she could do was hunker down in the open and wait for daylight, which was equally dangerous.

That's what she did.

Meanwhile...

Prince N'Jadaka had Julip detained deep in the castle dungeon where every bone in his body was repeatedly broken, allowed to heal, and then broken again. Semi, a trusted guard, was personally responsible for beating the afterlife out of insolent subjects who went against the prince. The screams of the woman in the green dress were loud in a neighboring cell.

"I compelled you and your moronic sister to keep that woman within your sight, and what have you done?"

Compulsion: The ability to control the mind of another through eye contact or verbal demands. Only Prince N'Jadaka is known to have this ability.

N'Jadaka was irritated, but more than that, he was curious. "What about her could cause someone as unspoiled and indifferent as you, Julip, to fight against compulsion," he questioned telepathically, looking deep into Julip's brown eyes while bending back and breaking his fingers one by one. "There must be a reason."

"She'll die quickly on her own like all other humans with no business in the woods," Julip groaned weakly, now under stronger compulsion. "I made a choice for the first time in a century. No one else will fall under the misery of your tyranny." His head dropped as N'Jadaka turned, leaving him to Semi.

N'Jadaka was no fool. He, too, had sensed something strange about Dawn. Something internal warned him that letting her perish would be a grave mistake, one that he'd regret. It was the reason he'd taken such an interest when she'd entered the forest. It was the sole reason he'd rescued her. He had his theories...

In the dark of night, the fearsome prince moved soundlessly through ancient and majestic trees, tall and dense. He knew every corner of the 3,258 mile rainforest, and Dawn was easy to track. She hadn't gotten far, just a few miles.

He kept his eyes on her, trailing from above until she settled on the ground with her back against a tree. It was a foolish place to make her bed. Hours slipped by, and she was wrapped in the silk of venomous tarantulas. They covered her from head to toe, yet she didn't feel it. He hated that about humans. Their incompetence, fragility, and lack of perception made it impossible for him to sympathize, but that same feeling in his gut told him to keep her alive. So he summoned his green parrots. They were compelled to roam the skies and serve as his eyes. They circled above her, swooping down to snatch, eat, and intimidate spiders. When Dawn did wake, she wasn't afraid.

The song of insects was alive with the chirp of crickets. The starlit leaves of vines and bushes reflected the changing blues from the sky peaking through branches that stretched like fingers. The morning was starting to break.

In a single leap, his heavy body rustled the leaves up high like wind. He was as a bird on the branch, a ghost floating above. He followed her, watching as she tiredly ran. He saw the joy on her face as she reached the big tree, a marker for the path Julip gave her. There were several ways out depending on where you were going, some more dangerous than others. Her route was short by comparison, but dangerous, and Julip was correct. She'd never make it.

It took her a full 14 hrs to get to the stream where she collapsed, nearly sticking her head under the water. He forgot she needed to eat and drink. It was also too hot for her. She'd been sweating and breathing heavily. But night had come, and it was time for her to find a place to settle.

So then why wasn't she? Instead of stopping, she stepped into the stream, assuming it to be shallow. She took three steps and dropped off of the underwater cliff into fifteen feet of moving water. She might have seen it in the light had she waited. The stream was 15 ft wide and 15 ft deep.

N'Jadaka's initial thought was to keep his distance. However, she had not returned to the surface. Maybe she couldn't swim, but who would venture so deep into the enchanted forest alone, crossing deep streams if they could not swim?

Dawn's tried to kick and swim toward the surface, but something had a firm hold on her ankle and pulled her down. The more she struggled to swim in a panic, the further and deeper she was pulled until her ankle was crushed.

Bimpe.

She felt teeth sink into her leg directly over her ankle, and she released the last bit of air she'd been holding in. She couldn't see a thing as the bloody water entered her lungs. She was drowning fast, and there was nothing she could do. Feeling another bite, she kicked weakly, losing consciousness, but just before she did, she saw a pair of chilling red lights in the dark.

N'Jadaka dove expecting to snatch Dawn from the waters and be done with it, but instead, his crimson eyes met the wide eyes of another vampire of his court.

"Bimpe," N'Jadaka seethed, telepathically warning the woman of the carnage that was to come. Neither Semi nor Huli were there to talk him down from it. As the prince, only HE could kill. Bimpe was dead within seconds, ripped with his bare hands into fleshy pieces floating to the bottom and shards of bone--decapitated with his fangs.

He noticed quickly what looked like decaying bodies down below, weighted down so that they could not float to the surface. The water was just murky enough to have hid them from him and the royal court.

He pulled Dawn up to the surface. Her heartbeat was feint, and she was not breathing. She was also badly bitten. He had a choice to make: Leave her, and she'd die. Indulge in her blood, and she'd die. Convert her, and she'd be his unwilling slave for all eternity like everyone else. Or something he'd never done... Heal her completely and release her. He could send her back to her own time and society.

For that, he'd have to draw out the venom. He'd never attempted. The only thing he could think to do was to bleed her and deliver her his blood in the seconds before she died or else she'd just die or turn. So that's what he did.

What he did know was that he could make her comfortable by sharing just enough of his blood to heal her wounds, but he had to be cautious not to give her too much. A drop would do. It was something he'd learned as a child. A quick cut with his nail across his wrist yielded the one drop that dripped onto her tongue. Instantly, he saw the difference in her health and appearance.

The sound of cracking wood sent him back into the trees to observe a small jeep of men riding through. He recognized the jeep as he'd seen their partners in the forest many times through decades of drug, human, and rare animal trafficking. Their blood all had a similar taste. Subpar, but edible. He had subjects to feed, and quantity sometimes was better than quality.

He prepared to sweep in and take them, like a hawk watching its prey, but he stopped when he witnessed their attempt to revive Dawn. It was rare that humans would do anything that was not self-serving. Curious, he watched as they breathed into her mouth and pressed her chest, relieving her body of excess water. With their prodding and his blood taking immediate effect, she eventually came to.

Exposing his presence from the tree branches, he jumped fifteen feet down and landed on his feet a yard ahead of the jeep causing it to smash in as though wrapping a metal pole when they attempted to run him over. The jeep buckled, injuring the passengers, but he hadn't moved nor did he have a scratch.

They took her with them as they continued, but in the wrong direction. They were taking her further into the forest, toward their own camp. He could hear her feint plea to be left alone go ignored as they spoke of selling her. She'd have been more afraid had she understood their language, but N'Jadaka understood, and it was just as he'd thought.

No one would miss these men.

He looked down at himself in irritation. If anything, Bimpe had gotten his favorite snow-white kaftan all wet and bloody. She deserved to die again if only he could.

Emerging from the wreck, the bruised and bleeding men who could still run, fled the vehicle, calling him the Cursed Prince as they scattered in fear. He didn't pursue them immediately since he knew where they'd go. Instead, he picked up the equally bruised and unconscious Dawn and delivered her himself to the edge of the forest as far as the barrier would allow him to go. Gently, he laid her where she was sure to be discovered in the day by tour guides.

"Return when you're well, pet," he whispered, brushing her face as he embellished the positive memories of her forest experience and dulled the negative. "Remember me in the best light. I've yet to know if my theories are true." Unconscious, his words would take hold in her even stronger than if she were awake. She'd return whether it was 1 year or 30, and he had nothing but time to wait.

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moonshinemusings · 1 year

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This blog *-* Can I have a headcanon for Price ? The ones for Soap and Alejandro are ghgffhh <3

Hello there! I'm really glad you like my blog, thank you! Here are some headcanons about our favourite Captain :)

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General John Price headcanons (Pt.1)

Warnings: slight mentions of PTSD, depression (?), smoking, canon typical violence

A/N: This turns pretty grim by the end, but I hope you still like it!

• This man watches football whenever he can and he's been at matches quite a lot in his life. He took Gaz with him a few times, even Laswell once

• Sometimes he snores like a dad and Gaz needed several days to get used to the sound in order to sleep when they started working together

• Tells horrible dad jokes all the time and he knows most of the guys hate them, but won't stop

• Coughs like his lungs will collapse but somehow he's healthy

• His knee always crunches like it's about to break

• He's mostly unperturbed by all the carnage and violence by now, but he saw a baby being born once and almost fainted and threw up

• In full honesty he doesn't mind cheaper cigars, but he likes to fuck with everyone by acting like he hates them

• The smell of the smoke on his breath/clothes is really noteable but he doesn't care

• Has a high alcohol tolerance. The only way you will know if he's getting tipsy is by noticing the subtle change in his accent to deeper and more slurred words. If somehow he's really gone, then you will know by the little red tints on his cheeks (which are mostly hidden by his facial hair, but you can see it up close)

• Not an early bird. He tends to be grumpy in the mornings, but if you give him coffee it's gonna be fine

• Which reminds me: his preferred drink will always be a good whiskey, but he usually downs anything he has to (coffee, tea, those horrible protein shakes, vitamin mixes and so on)

• Occasionally reads, mostly classics or novels

• Prefers salty food over sweet

• The secret of the facial hair? Patience and genuine care about his appearance. He shaves for like an hour every time because he doesn't want to ruin his mustache/beard (Alex is the same damn way I swear)

• He likes jazz music and 80's rock. Sometimes he blasts those horrendous English raps too because he knows the others hate it (sorry if I insulted anyone lol)

• Thinks pineapple on pizza is hideous (Soap loves it lol)

• He's had so many broken bones in his life, he has no idea if there is any in his body that he didn't destroy at least once yet

• He doesn't really like action/military based movies because of the unnecessary violence in them. They remind him of things he doesn't want to remember too much. He'd rather watch shitty romantic movies or even comedies, but he won't be caught dead while laughing at them. He also tends to laugh while watching horror movies, but the heavy gore can remind him of bad memories

• He doesn't care about social media or any of that stuff really. Sometimes Gaz shows him stuff like cat videos because he loves them. Everything he knows he got it from Kyle tbh

• He has no fashion sense whatsoever. Outside of work he either looks like a dad on vacation, or still wears too much stuff similar to his gear that he seems to be going back to work in 10 minutes

• He likes fuzzy socks btw

• Adores big dogs, he can just wrestle with them and when they lay on him it makes him feel centered and comfortable thanks to their weight

• Unreasonably good at poker and he has the highest record with like 2 wins behind Laswell (who he just can't beat)

• He can handcraft a bunch of stuff if you give him a piece of wood and a knife. He made little figures for Gaz and the guy kept them as lucky charms over the years

• He doesn't fuss around too much about food and he's not picky. Whatever he gets, he gets, and that's fine by him (he used to live off worst stuff anyways). He loves meat though, a nice steak always puts him in a good mood. Also probably makes mean bbq

• Drinks beverages like orange juice or even milk straight out of the carton

• He's a man who always keeps his promises. Not one to lie or feed half truths, he always straight up says everything he has to

• Has a collection of weird/dumb looking beanies he has received over the years from his team

• He met Kate's wife once and she made him feel like family in the best way possible. He was glad his best friend had such a great person in their life that they could go home to

• Very protective of his men. He has lost too many friends and doesn't want to lose anyone else

• His biggest fear is ending up alone, watching everyone he loves die

• Every man he has lost weights heavy on his shoulders. He remembers their faces, but not all their names which makes him feel even more guilty

• Tends to bottle up his emotions and act like everything is fine. Sometimes he breaks down seemingly out of nowhere, but only when he's alone

• Kate is his closest friend and when it gets really bad, she's the one he seeks out

• He has occasional nightmares just like everyone else, but feels like he's dealing well with them (mostly he does)

• He has a watch he got from Soap as a birthday gift once. He only wears it outside of work because it's too important for him to get it damaged in any way

• He rarely has free time or time away from work, but he gets the most out of it. He has a few safe houses, but prefers to spend his time in one in particular because it has all his personal belongings he has left

• At first he thought the "you're everyone's father" was a joke, but then he realized how genuinely they meant that and he kind of broke down. He didn't think he deserved that amount of deep affection and what came with a title such as that, but it made him feel unexplainably happy at the same time

• He's not sure if he ever wants a family. He knows the military is his life and would never leave it behind, unless he has to retire because he can't keep up anymore (even then, only if they force him). The idea of having someone who loves him waiting at home brings warmth to his chest, but he's not sure if he deserves it. He doesn't want to taint anyone with his hands that hold so much blood on them

#cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #mw2 #modern warfare2 #john price #captain price #captain john price #price headcanons #headcanons

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sweetstarart · 11 months

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Ahoy neighbors!! Here was Cap'n Barnaby's day! (Meant to post this sooner, but I kinda got lazy. Isn't that fitting?)

Sunrise

It's morning but I don't wanna get up... Someone's gotta sail though, and I don't wanna bother anyone else with something I could do myself. Eh, not my friends at least.

Wally's already awake, he says that his necklace ghost is gonna steer today. I don't trust that thing one bit, and I definitely don't want it controlling my mama's ship. I was gonna ask them to leave but the strangest thing happened. I got a chill down my spine, and suddenly I wasn't feeling too good. I swear that ghost has got something to do with it. But I can't prove that. Maybe I just need some sleep, or if I'm lucky, some medicine.

Noon

It's been hours now, I still can't sleep. My head is spinning and all can think about is that dumb ghost. I bet they're so proud of themself right now. I'd have tossed in the sea by now if Wally didn't like them so much. I hope he changes his mind, that thing is dangerous. Howdy came by, I think he realized I'm not actually sleeping. I'm real glad to have him around. We told eachother jokes and stuff while he made me take like, a bazillion potions. Thought it seemed like a little much for just a real long dizzy spell. But he said he read about this in his book, a failed possession. I KNEW THAT GHOST WAS BEHIND THIS! I wanna chew them up so bad....

But I gotta use my head right now, and think of a way outta this mess. I think my best bet is to act like I don't know, lure them into a sense of security like a fish, then CHOMP THEM WHEN THEY LEAST EXPECT IT! NO ONE THREATENS MY CREW AND GETS AWAY WITH IT!!!!

Uh... anyways, me and Howdy chatted til I fell asleep, I love it when he does that. I wanna do that everyday.

Sunset

Sounds like the crew found something to do while I was lazing around, there's tons of sounds coming from the deck. I came up and everyone was playing some kinda instrument except Wally. Poor kid looked a bit left out. I don't really wanna, but maybe playing a bit will make him play too.

It worked! He's singing! His voice sounds real swell, he could sing a real good shanty if he wanted to. I shant help but think about it! I'm having fun, why not joke around a bit? Haha!! Today's finally starting to come a-song! Better yet, I think I smell sharks in the water! Tonight our food will be gilly yummy! No wait, tonight's dinner will be fincredible!

Yeah, that's way better.

Night

Wally wanted to help me and Frank cook today! Since I didn't wanna beat around the hook, I decided to ask him what's the deal with that ghost. He calls them Home for some reason and says that they're very close. He refused to elaborate. That made me even more suspicious. I was gonna say more but Frank got mad at us for clowning around. I told him that as a pirate, I think he should stop taking things so seariously. He was so mad! Anyways, we talked at supper like usual but I still couldn't get Home outta my mind, especially when they're everywhere right now...

Guess Howdy caught onto that because he's knocking at my door right now. I just can't hide nothing from you How!

#fanart #art #drawing #barnaby welcome home #barnaby fanart #barnaby beagle #barnaby beagle fanart #barnaby b beagle #wh barnaby #wally welcome home #howdy welcome home #barnaby x howdy #welcome home ahoy!#welcome home au #welcome home art #welcome home #tomorrow will be about Howdy #also him and Barn arent dating yet that's kinda been retconned #they still have crushes on eachother though!

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jackiebrackettt · 2 years

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JRWI Fic Recs but they're all My Fics

aka a place to put all my fics in one spot -> i've written for riptide, prime defenders, apotheosis, and blood in the bayou

(side note: i'm going to be updating this post whenever i post a new fic so please make sure to check out the original post just in case the version u come across isn't the most recent ^_^)

reblogging this post is welcome and i'd really appreciate any kudos and comments on the fics themselves ^_^ hope you guys enjoy<3

Prime Defenders:

A Million Words Hang Between Us Both: set during season 2 (written before ep 15 was released) this is a series of late night conversations between william and dakota! a snippet from the first one: "So, he’s doing a lot of thinking. And maybe a lot of shoving thoughts into mental boxes with the promise to unpack them later but with the intention of never touching them again, if he can help it. Ideally, he’d like to just fall asleep. But that’s too much to ask, apparently. At least it means he’s already awake when Dakota starts nudging him, though." it has 1 chapter and is 12.8k words long

Failed Successfully: ghostkicks getting together (in a qpr) fic set during season 2! here's a snippet: "William is having a wonderful time not sleeping and totally isolating himself from the rest of the group. Really, he is. He shouldn’t be surprised that someone comes to find him. He shouldn’t be surprised it’s Dakota." fic is 2.3k words and 1 chapter

Our Heart: as the title suggests -> a fic about william getting dakota's heart and kind of acting weirdgirl and hopeless romantic about it! a snippet: "William has Dakota’s heart beating in his chest. Now that all the adrenaline, and shock, and excitement is wearing off it’s starting to actually hit him. Dakota’s heart. Not his original one, of course - but still undeniably his. It’s like something out of a twisted romance movie." fic is 1.5k words long and 1 chapter

Designed to Destroy: villain what-if fic set after the oneshot. mostly focused on a headcanon i have about how william's powers work in this universe aka -> he dies constantly lol here's a snippet: "William knows it’s going to be a bad day as soon as he wakes up. To be honest, he was kind of hoping he’d managed to avoid the consequences of using his powers too much this time around but apparently not!" 2k words and 1 chapter

Prompt Fic 1: "Can I draw on your arm?" With William and Dakota bored at school

Prompt Fic 2: "Let's listen to music together." + "Can I draw on your arm?" with ashe and dakota

gotten kind of long so putting these under the cut now. again, please check original post for updates

Blood in the Bayou:

The Girl In The Diner: two scenes both centred around Rolan and Kian in a diner (kian pov) 1 is set in highschool and the other is set post-canon. here's a snippet: "It’s late. Much later than Rolan would prefer to be up, Kian knows. But he’s sitting across from him anyway, sipping on his milkshake and occasionally grabbing fries from the basket between them." it's 3.4k words and 1 chapter

The Mind Explosion: kian character study! set a couple years pre-canon -> here's a snippet: "Kian Stone wants to keep his work life and his rockstar life separate. No, he needs to keep his work life and his rockstar life separate. It’s a matter of survival." 600words and 1 chapter

Missed Opportunities and Clean Breaks: kian pov fic about his relationship with jesse! here's a snippet: "Kian might’ve made a mistake. Of all the guys in this town he had to have a fling with it had to be Jesse. Jesse, who’s captain of the football team. Jesse, who’s one of the most popular guys in their school. Jesse, with his kind eyes, and his pretty smile that makes Kian’s chest ache--He’s getting off track." 1.6k words and 1 chapter

Becky's Girl: kind of a sequel to missed opportunities but you don't necessarily need to read it first! kian pov fic of rolan and rand trying to find out the nature of his relationship with jesse/why he's been so weird lately. snippet: "Which is when he sees Rolan - frozen by his closet door with Jesse’s football jacket gripped tight in his hands. He feels faint." 2.9k words and 1 chapter

A Drunken Night In Chicago: rolan pov fic of kian showing up to his apartment in chicago! this is like a pre-canon relationship study. here's a snippet: "Kian flew all the way to Chicago just to see him. And Rolan knows he couldn’t have been drunk the entire time, right? Somewhere along the line Kian was in his rational, sober mind and he still committed to this trip." 3.7k words and 1 chapter

A Twisted Serenade For You, My Love: post-canon rand pov getting together fic with kian! leans into kian's trauma wrt his death. here's a snippet: "It’s easier to be vulnerable with Kian than it is to be vulnerable with Rolan. It feels weird to admit that to himself, but it’s true. A holdover from when they were kids, he’s sure. When Kian and him would get high together, and get a little too emotional." 4.2k words and 1 chapter

An Unsent Letter To Kian Stone From Rolan Deep: exactly what it says lol. not sure exactly how many words it is but it's definitely not a long read. set during the 10year Galloway Gap kind of early on comparatively but a good couple years has passed since they left

Riptide:

Ferin Well Eventually: this is a post ep 53 fic from gillion's pov! here's a snippet: "His chest still hurts from the impact of the arrow - the potion healing whatever major damage it could find, but not quite being strong enough to heal all of it. It will most likely leave a scar. He has mixed feelings on that." mostly focused on jay and gillion's dynamic but there's some chip and gillion convo about the whole thing too. it's 2.5k words and 1 chapter

Chip Sexuality Crisis Fic (unfinished): 1.3k words set sometimes after ep 21 lol -> here's a snippet: "Chip is not gay. There are a lot of uncertain things about his life but the one thing he does know is that fact. He likes women. And he’d probably know by now if he likes men too. He is not gay. He is not in love with his best friend. And he is not still thinking about the kiss. And the fact that the latter is definitely a lie probably doesn’t bode well for the others. Whatever."

Apotheosis:

Sweet Dreams: peter pov hurt/comfort fic here's a snippet: "The first thing Peter sees when he wakes is Rumi kneeling over him. And for a second, with the power of Rumi’s magic dulling the pain, he is sure that he’s died and Rumi is the angel welcoming him to heaven." fic is 2.5k words and 1 chapter

The Gamble: rumi pov fic character study of sorts with a specific emphasis on tending to wounds (the way rumi would for peter but wouldn't allow peter to for him) here's a snippet: "The thing about Peter Sqloint is that Rumi’s been dreaming of him for months. Oh sure, he couldn’t remember much of the details - not until he’s glancing around the tavern and his eyes catch on Peter’s face, which is when everything suddenly clicks. When he knows his destiny - everything he’s been waiting for - is mere moments away from starting." fic is 3.8k words and 2 chapters

Healing, Or Something Close To It: peter pov fic set a couple of days after the finale of him and elena sort of.. dealing with/processing everything that happened. here's a snippet: "This is the first inn they’ve seen since they defeated Zuen. It’s a little rundown, not that Peter particularly cares since it’s honestly nicer than his old apartment. It’s a decently sized inn, packed to the brim with people still celebrating the sky’s return." fic is 5.5k words and 1 chapter

#brackett.writes.

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kitkatwinchester · 11 months

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YOU'VE GOT NOTHING, B*TCH!!!

And THIS is why Garrett said you shouldn't try!!

"Because a whole pack of Alphas went after McCall, and he was the one left standing."

Because he's F*CKING SCOTT MCCALL!!!!

AND HE'S NOT JUST ANY ALPHA!

HE'S A F*CKING TRUE ALPHA!!!

And he is the Alpha of the MOST LOYAL PACK in EXISTENCE!!

Because the McCall Pack CANNOT BE BEAT!!

And Scott McCall CANNOT BE BEAT!!!

WHY DO YOU THINK HE'S WORTH THE MOST MONEY, HUH?! (At least, I'm assuming, because I'm pretty sure no one else at this rate is gonna beat 25 MILLION--although let's not sleep on Lydia being not far behind with that 20 million, because LYDIA MARTIN <3.)

Because he's the HARDEST TO KILL!

BECAUSE HE'S SCOTT F*CKING MCCALL!!

TRUE ALPHA OF THE MCCALL PACK!!!

YOU'VE GOT NOTHING, B*TCH!!

...anyways.

I WAS RIGHT ABOUT GARRETT! (Evil vibes.)

AND I WAS RIGHT ABOUT BRETT!! (Werewolf.)

AND I WAS RIGHT ABOUT PARRISH!!! (Definitely something.)

AND I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE KEY WORDS!!!! (People we've lost.)

But...I think that's all I'm gonna be right about for the foreseeable future, because I am out of predictions, and I have NO idea who The Benefactor could be.

None.

No idea who would be able to keep track of all of the supernaturals in Beacon Hills this well and be this technologically and supernaturally connected and be quick and clever enough to steal money from the Hale vault.

Mostly because all of the people that I think are capable of that are in the McCall Pack and therefore (likely--I know we're still missing a list) on the list.

I also thought Kate was involved, but she's on List #2 (...as is Kira's mom, I just noticed, so that sucks), so that's out of the question.

Speaking of Kate, god, when Araya was yelling at Chris to say the code, I was soooo hoping that he was gonna speak Allison's code instead. Especially after she said "say it for your daughter, Allison". Like, I know he's mad and hurting and probably has a lot of mixed emotions about Kate, but the POWER MOVE it would've been to have Araya say that and to have Chris say "We protect those who cannot protect themselves."

I hope he does say it later, 'cause that would be awesome and would make me love him even more.

But, regardless, I love him, and I trust his mixed emotions to sort themselves out and do the right thing in the end, because we need to figure out how to save Derek's powers.

I feel like these Season 4 episodes have seriously been so solid so far. Like, this one was a lot more set-up in a lot of ways, but as a result, it was also a lot of puzzle pieces coming together, and the filmography and editing and emotion that was done with that was spot-on, and it really made for an incredible episode.

I REALLY love Season 4 so far, and I'm so excited to keep going (especially because I'm now two episodes away from an episode @slice-of-magenta told me has an amazing Sciles moment in it and I am PUMPED. XD <3 <3 <3 <3)

Anyways BAD*SS TRUE ALPHA SCOTT F*CKING MCCALL ALL DAY LONG!!! <3 <3 <3

(TRY US B*TCH! YOU GOT NOTHING ON TRUE ALPHA SCOTT MCCALL!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3)

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misson-impossible · 2 years

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Vampire! Mikey Way x Reader -pt 2-

⚠️Warnings⚠️ None

Again, takes place in a school

Mind my tenses assume it's present unless otherwise noted

Also mind my errors

Trying to keep it gender neutral

Part 2 out of idk

Approximately 1,024 words

I go home and sit at my desk. There's nothing to really do now. I pick up my phone and just stare at it. Wow my life is pretty sad. I go and get something to eat. I sit in silence. The guy fills my thoughts. I really need to get a life. I can't figure out if it's attraction or curiosity that makes me so interested in him. I go take a shower, of course he's still in my head. Why? Am I turning into a stalker? Not yet anyway. I finish my shower and change. He intrudes on my mind. Ugh. I lay on my bed looking up at the ceiling "You suck." I mumble to myself. I start to drift to sleep and my phone goes off. I look, it's Gerard. I groan and look

"lunch tommorow sit with me and the guys👍" I groan. I really don't want to sit in the cafeteria

"Says who" I respond.

"I, Gerard Arthur Way"

"🙄"

"Its settled your going to sit with us in the cafeteria or im gonna find ur ass"

"To be determind"

"And ur gonna eat"

"Nope"

"Why"

"Because"

" :/ "

"I don't have to eat"

"We'll deal with that tommorow"

"Sure...."

"Night [Y/N]"

"Night"

I put my phone on my Night stand. Tomorrow doesn't have to come right? Usually I'm ready for another day to redeem my not so graceful self but now I'm dreading it. I lay down. I was about to do something to prolong night but I ended up fall asleep before I could.

~Next day mid day~

Wow when I don't want something to happen the day goes unusally fast. Interestingly a bitch. I take a deep breath. I look at the time every few minutes hoping today could go by sooner. I want to get this overwith. I could hide from Gerard. Bathroom? No that's... just no. Bathroom? Ugh now I'm thinking of the dude again. If I could at least know his name so I don't have to keep calling him guy, boy, dude, male like literally anything could be better than that. Thinking of him made the class go faster. Ugh now it's lunch time.

As I go over to the benches the guy is putting his stuff down. I look down so he doesn't know I know he is there and 100% spying on him. I exhale as I watch him go to the restroom. I sit for several minutes before I hear loud uneven footstep coming near me. I look over and it's Gerard "I told you I wasn't gonna let you sit all by yourself!" The other guys are in pursuit. I stiffen up as the others sit on the bench as well. Gerard quickly hands me a sandwich "No thanks." I say light pushing it back to him. "Yes you are eating it." He puts it on my lap "At least pretend your eating it and throw if away in secret." He says with a chuckle. I nod my stiff composer only increasing.

After a few more seconds the boy returns and sees me and the others. He immediately becomes akward and stiff as well. He slowly walks back to the bench across the hall. I look up to see him with his head down. 'Do something [Y/N]!" I say to myself. Out of adrenaline I give him a little wave. He smiles shyly and waves back. My heart skips a beat. Best thing that's happened to me all day hands down. I smile and glance up at him. God he's actually gorgeous now that I really pay attention. I can't tell if he was making me a bit more confident or even more insecure. He looks at Gerard and the guys and quickly looks down. There was something there. He gets up and walks toward the lockers. I panic. No! He's the only excitement I have at thus point. "One sec." I say before standing up. Gerard and the others barely noticed. I quickly walk in the direction he did. I question my impulse, debating on going back but continue.

I can see him now. I jog, not so gracefully until I get closer. "Hey!" I say my voice pitched up to sound better. He turns around and raises his eyebrows "Hmm?" He says kindly. Now I'm regretting my decision "Um.. I.. uh.. sorry." I turn red and he smiles. That made me even more flustered. I compose myself "Why'd you leave?"

"Oh you paid attention? Thats rare for me to get that much recognition.."

Aw.. "Yeah I did.. Why'd you leave though?"

"No reason... long story, really pointless."

"Are you and Gerard related?"

He winces and shakes his head.

"I'm sorry! That was dumb." I know there is something more there.

"No that's a good question." He smiles. I smile back. I was getting better at this.

"[Y/N] [Y/L/N]. Yours?" My voice is starting to relax.

"Mikey Way."

Ugh why did this make me so giddy and dizzy. I simply smile. The bell rings. "So.. I'll see you around?" Mikey asks. "Yeah... I'd like that." I respond. He smiles and I do the same. He looks down at me for a few more seconds before walking away. I'm frozen. He turns around quickly as he walks and waves. I wave back and walk the opposite direction. Finally making progress. I go to my class much happier. Mikey, I keep saying in my head.

Space science goes by quick knowing that the guys name is Mikey.

When I get out and start walking Gerard meets me. "Hey where'd you go?"

"I was talking to Mikey."

His eyes go big "Mikey Way?"

"Yep." I smile.

"[Y/N] no! That's not a good guy! Not good for you anyway!"

"I thought you didn't know him!" I say firmly back.

"That doesn't matter!"

"You guys are related."

He rubs his hand on his face "He told you.."

"No.. I just assumed. What do you mean not good for me? We've only talk like.. well.. just this once."

"Just trust me."

I roll my eyes "Fine."

He nods and sighs in relief. Little did he know I just lied to his face.

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marcholasmoth · 6 months

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OSRR: 3377

last night i did in fact cuddle with joel. i cuddled with him all night. i know this because i was also awake all night. i got bouts of maybe five minutes at a time. but most of the time i simply couldn't breathe. but he was high and it made me happy so i went with it until i had to get up and he reached after me 🥺

once i leave bed he gets cold. he wanted my warmth back. i also imagine he simply wanted to cuddle me more. i love him so much. he's a cuddle bug when i'm back after being apart from him for a while. yes, when that happens i don't sleep much, but i enjoy being cuddled by him. he is gentle and i love him so much and i am more than happy to be cuddled and uncomfortable to be close to him. i'm just glad that he can sleep.

i know he doesn't sleep well, and his sleep isn't good because of his restlessness, the insomnia, and his back pain. so when i get up i try to make sure i don't wake him. also, when i get into bed after he's asleep, its the same thing. and when he decides in the middle of the night he needs to be warm, i deal with it as best i can to extricate myself from it or simply get comfortable. i don't sleep much because the balance i need of temperature, fresh air, and specific spots of comfort is difficult to achieve. it's a problem. hopefully a new mattress will help.

anyway.

today was great! but we basically were weathermen as we sent out notification after notification after notification about a storm in europe along the english channel. bunch of warnings, bunch of health and wellness checks, bunch of emails back and forth, and a high-level briefing.

my coworkers were so happy to have me back.

😂

because i'm the resident grammarian of the gsoc, having me out for any period of time is difficult for the quality of write-ups that go out. so my return meant that everybody was better off, even when i left the room to go bake cookies. i made some cookies in the toaster oven to have some fresh ones for tom. he enjoyed them. i ate most of them. i also enjoyed them. freshly baked cookies? that's my shit, dude. fuckin love that.

anyway, cookies and write-ups aside, i was so happy to be back at work today. the four of us did typing tests to see who types the fastest, and i proved twice why i'm the one who takes notes in meetings. i beat the next person by an additional 50%. there's 30, 45, 50, and then. 75. at least. like shit. okay. if i do other ones that number should go up to about 100 or so if we don't count accuracy. i can type notes lightning fast with about 80-90% accuracy, and even if some of it is fucked up, i can still read what it says and correct it to have properly written for later distribution.

(thanks mom! i got that from you.)

anyway, that's all funny to me.

after work, i met kristen for dinner at olive garden! i REALLY needed some good carbs and im happy that i was not vegetable-d out after eating a pack of tomatoes today. (i started eating them at like 7:30 this morning which confused the shit outta me.) but it was all good, and i ate enough and was happy with it all.

it was also really nice to see kristen again after having not seen her for a few weeks because i've been sick. she's the sweetest.

after dinner, i went over to walmart for a few things, most of which i found. i got tissues and blister because my nose and lips are chapped from the sinus infection, and i got myself a new purse and a new wallet for the fall season. i got a triangle bag that's leather which is brown and is WICKED cool, and a burgundy wallet that fits EVERYTHING and i even have a pocket for my gift cards! it's amazing and it fits SO MUCH. i quite enjoy it.

and once again, anyway, i now find myself in bed, desperate to sleep. i hope i can sleep well.

#molly rambles #operation srr #osrr #3000s #3300s #sunshine boy

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toastess-with-the-mostess · 6 months

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Let's Rewind! Toast watches Voltron Defender of The Universe (1984)

Season 1, Episode 29: Magnetic Attraction Season 1, Episode 30: The Sleeping Princess

Episode 29: Magnetic Attraction

Defensive training time! The team are doing Karate together I only got to a yellow belt myself because of how expensive lessons were, but it was fun either way

"I flipped Lance easy, and I'm a girl" "I fall for girls" Lance just say you like women who can kill you Once again we see Allura pointing out the fact she's a lady,,, I will never get over the back handedness of those comments

Oh my bad it's Judo! I've never done that one before

Great, nanny and Coran are here to tell Allura she's being improper again, and he thinks it's a good idea to guilt-trip her with her dead dad dude when will you learn that you can't stop her, she's literally doing worse by being a solider, protecting herself is the least she should know since even her guards can't handle when Lotor is after her

More misogyny from the team, the show really do be a product of its time 💀

The one good thing Coran does is warn other people to get to safety, but then proceeds to say "it's nothing, definitely not weird that a freaky orange and red cloud is slowly spreading over the sky of Arus when it's noon" if he doesn't die of old age I'm killing him myself

Oh so the cloud is rapidly causing global warming, eco terrorism is horrifying

Why the hell is there a group of people washing themselves in the last remaining water of a boiled away lake? im not sure if dotu will ever answer that but golion will later on

robeast so hot it melts missiles, and the team is immediately going to fly up to it except allura can't launch because blue has no power from the surrounding water which got boiled away oh shit this is actually a good plan on Haggars part

Ooh we get to see a crystal that probably helps power blue lion! Maybe that's where the nexus idea in VF came from!

Alfor ex machina, i can't remember the last time we saw you but it's been a hot minute hasn't it

HOLY SHIT LORE Black gets powered by lightning/electricity, Red gets powered from the heat of lava/magma, Yellow is also magma but more earth dependent, Green is powered by wind, and blue obvs is powered by water like i knew all this already but i love the fact i get to listen to it now

Coran finally thinks of protecting Allura against Lotor and attacks through castle defenses,, except not that it works because Lotor just attacks Allura who is still stuck in her lion as long as she stays inside I assume she's safe but man she's not having a good day

Lance is a smart cookie! He plans to make a path with their own magnetic laser in order to get up to the robeast Now only if he made more plans like that, the fights would be easier me thinks

Lotor doesn't want to hurt Allura, yet actively sends missiles at blue lion while she can't move I hope your dad beats you ong

wait did the team not know that they needed water to launch blue? ok that makes sense actually since they don't know anything about the lions and their mystic nature kind of late in the episode to realize that though

GIRL WHY ARE YOU OPENING THE HATCH FOR THE MECHANICS OF BLUE TO LET WATER RUSH IN, I DON'T THINK THAT'S HOW IT WORKS BUT OK Blue lion is back anyway so I guess it worked

Voltron formed, robeast defeated, and global warming cloud dispersed, so water can come back, the GIF for this episode is going to be great

DAMN ZARKON TRASHING HIS SON FOR THINKING FOR HIS DICK AGAIN

"My beloved nincompoop" LMAOO

/episode end

Episode 30: The Sleeping Princess

Lotor has a nightmare about a woman he says is Allura but very obviously isn't, especially when she does fade into Allura's design, probably his mother This man really obsessed with Allura

PRINCESS CORRAL MY BELOVED, LOTOR IS A SLUT FOR TURNING HER DOWN SHE'S SO CUTE

"Stop whining, you have no feelings" -Zarkon get his ass

Lotor stop making batshit excuses for not marrying her, you'll be unhappy either way good god

At least Zarkon knows that he'll fail his mission against Arus, if he just held on a little longer lotor wouldn't be a problem but nope

Look at her, she's such a sweetie! She's even helping Lotor try to marry Allura, a mistake, but she's got her heart in the right place

"I want Allura to come willingly, [but] she lives in terror of my father" Lotor she's afraid of YOU, this is man is all kinds of delusional

Another flashback of the Not Allura woman, still think it's his mom, and she's definitely Arusian which is probably why Lotor has so much obsession for Allura

Flower picking time! Gotta give the pretty princess some pretty flowers to match! The boys are so wholesome

Ah, shit the cat fucked over a blue lion pilot again, what is with that cat against the color blue, now Allura is presumed dead and everyone is freaking out about it

Of course Keith pieces it together that she can't be dead as long as Lotor is still after her, which yeah makes sense but c'mon any other guy see through it please

Hunk makes a plan! Fake funeral for the princess to lure Lotor and Haggar out I'd love it if the team got more scenes like this, everyone is smart enough to contribute somehow

Oh shit Orla attended her funeral! That's nice to see

Keith you're such a simp for Allura, yes, yes we get it Allura is a girlboss and is an amazing leader

What a sweet idea, people throw flowers into Allura's casket and almost filled it to the brim maybe it's tradition for every Arusian, that'd be cool

Lotor hijacks the carriage Allura's casket is being transported in, sucks for him though BECAUSE PIDGE MANAGED TO HITCH A RIDE GET HIS ASS PIDGE

Rip Pidge gets used as a hostage EXCEPT ITS PIDGE VS HAGGAR AGAIN BECAUSE HE HAS A GRENADE ON HIM Oh god this kid is about to sacrifice himself if it means making sure Allura is safe and taking down one of the baddies, where's that post about dotu Pidge being suicidal

"I oughta feed you this" (proceeds to run at Lotor and Hagar with a live grenade) "PIDGE FOR PETES’S SAKE DITCH THE GRENADE" - Keith "WANNA SEE WITCHCRAFT?!" oh my god, everything is happening all at once

Grenade explodes, it was knocked out of pidge's hand beforehand, so he dove for Allura to protect her as best he could still so sweet even under all that pressure

Lotor and Haggar run away and Allura's awake, so all's well that ends well I guess Pidge finally gets a real kiss on the cheek from Allura, good for him

LOTOR STOP BULLYING CORRAL, SHE WANTED TO HELP BUT YOU FUCKED UP SO MARRY SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY LOVES YOU YOU FOOL

/episode end

#voltron #voltron dotu #voltron defender of the universe #80s voltron #let’s rewind!#toast talks #I love the lore episodes #so many implications #Corral is too good for Lotor anyways #she should go get a real man

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