#he would be go from gruff and tough to so soft in an instant

[tinylilemrys]

CONCEPT

nie mingjue, who has a face like thunder almost all the time, absolutely melting when jiang yanli deposits a tiny jin ling into his arms

#the untamed #the untamed headcanon #mdzs #mdzs headcanon #nie mingjue #i thought about it #and now i can't stop thinking about it #he would be go from gruff and tough to so soft in an instant #I'm sure of it #jiang yanli #jin ling

[tryingmyves]

Girl All the Bad Guys Want

okay i won’t lie, i remembered this song exists and i could not get the idea of a badboy!iida out of my head

this is a bit self indulgent because i was definitely that girl in hs lmaoooo

anyhow hopefully y’all like it too

PAIRING: Iida x Y/N

cw: badboy!iida

✨ tagging the iida army: @coleluuviida + @saturnity + @peachiileaf ✨

You have a reputation at UA, mostly with the male students. It isn’t something you put effort into maintaining or even something you cultivated on purpose, but you’ve gained some notoriety amongst your peers. At first glance, you don’t seem too different from your female classmates. You certainly don’t feel superior or disparate from them, but you’ve also never quite felt like you belonged with them. You don’t excel at being soft and demure, and you refuse to shrink yourself down in order to make others more comfortable in your presence. You spit in the face of all the things typically expected of a lady. And frankly, you’re more than a bit awkward when you hangout with the girls from your class. They always invite you to their sleepovers and shopping trips, and try to engage you in their conversations, but you’re always worried about saying the wrong thing or accidentally offending them. You’re never really able to add anything of value when they talk about the boys in your class - a recurring subject. Mina knows everything about everyone in class; she loves to gossip. It’s like her horns serve as antennae and pick up on all the juiciest secrets. She is always interrogating the other girls about their crushes but you just never really felt that way about anyone. Honestly, you find the conversations about who likes who to be a bit boring. You typically end up hanging out with Bakugo, Kirishima, and the rest of that squad. Boys are just easier to be around. They don’t get offended at your crass comments and your sometimes gruff disposition looks outright friendly next to Bakugo. 

Your undeniably attractive appearance, unquestionable skill with your quirk, and nonchalant attitude have landed you in the sights of several of your fellow UA students. You are the embodiment of do no harm, but take no shit and something about you is intoxicating. Mina frequently jokes with you about how the entirety of the Bakusquad is duking it out to see who gets to ask you out first. You roll your eyes at her, convinced she’s imagining things. But in reality you’re just clueless. As cliché as it is, you really are the girl all the bad guys want. Too bad you didn’t want them back. 

What you didn’t expect with your tough exterior, competitive nature, and tendency to slack off on class work is that class rep, Tenya Iida, would want you too. God, not even he expected it but he had fallen hard. You frustrate him. You’re just as smart as Yaomomo or Todoroki, but you skate by in class. You don’t outwardly disrespect authority, but you won’t blindly accept orders just because someone says so. He thinks the rap metal music you listen to while training is abrasive and doesn’t understand why all your favorite artists sound like they’re mad at their fathers. He finally gave up on lecturing you on the fact that the fishnets you wear with your uniform are not regulation and he was still wrestling with how he felt about learning you were one of the students caught at a dorm party with alcohol a few weeks ago.  More than anything he hates that you’ve so effortlessly got him pining for you and you haven’t even noticed. Iida loves the rules! Order, structure, regulation - these are the things that Iida covets, so why was he craving the taste of your lips on his?

He is tired of silently lusting after you, and decides he’s going to try actively pursuing you instead. Tenya thinks that you like “bad boys” so as foreign as the concept is to him, he concludes he’s going to have to take on that persona. He starts off simply, making a playlist of songs he’s heard you blaring from your dorm. He eases himself into your music, starting with Linkin Park and Korn, before adding Incubus, Machine Head, and even some ICP to the mix. He’s hesitant at first… the music just sounds so hostile and aggressive to him. But soon he finds himself relishing the fierce energy the songs give him. Tenya gets why you train to this sort of music, his workouts becoming more intense than ever. They end in his chest heaving and his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. His muscular calves throb vigorously after every run and he feels powerful. It gives him a new found confidence that he strategically channels into his interactions with you. For class today, Aizawa simply instructs you all to pair off and spar. You’re about to ask Sero to partner with you when he approaches. 

“Y/N. You’re with me.” Tenya doesn’t ask, he’s telling you you’re his partner. 

A small sound of surprise leaves your throat at his unexpected forcefulness, but you don’t question it. You just nod, giving a small shrug to Sero before following the class rep to a vacant spot of the training gym. 

You look over your challenger, rolling your head on your shoulders a few times to loosen up. “Don’t expect me to go easy on you. You asked for this,” you smirk, bringing your fists up in a defensive stance. 

Before you can even blink, Tenya has closed the 10 foot gap between you, sweeping a long leg beneath yours in a circular motion, knocking you off your feet. You land with a thud on your back and the air in your lungs is forced out with a nmph. 

“Just try to keep up, Y/N.”

Oh, it’s on. Previously you found Iida’s flustered demeanor around you endearing. But this new, assertive, almost cocky disposition is irresistible. His momentum propels him in a circle while he stays anchored in place on his massive left thigh. As he finishes turning through the motion he reaches forward hoping to pin your arms to the ground, but you’re just getting started. You plant the palms of your hands on either side of your face and kick up from the ground with a boost from your quirk. The added flow of air thrusts your legs up and over your head so you are now standing once more. You are sure that the soles of your shoes connect with Iida’s face during your arch through the air. 

“It’s not going to be that easy, specs,” you taunt. Now it’s your turn. 

You launch yourself at Tenya, closing the small gap between the pair of you in an instant. He extends a locked arm to block your approach but you simply dip your head, gliding underneath and down the length of his limb until you are just one step behind him. You pivot on your right foot as you swing your left arm across your body. Your open palm lands just between Tenya’s shoulder blades, your natural momentum accompanied by a gale force wind. The impact knocks him off his feet and sends him toppling forward. Tenya’s speed is unmatched and his large frame is covered in tone muscle, but with the addition of the very air around you, your strikes are ferocious. Your air quirk aids in your mobility, but you’ve used it to master hand to hand combat. You dominate in tight quarters, so you just need to keep Tenya close. He’s already returned to his feet, calculating his next move. The moment ‘s hesitation creating an opening for your right shin to collide with his side. Tenya growls through gritted teeth in response to the blow and the feral vibrations send shivers down your spine. Instead of recoiling from your attack Tenya’s hands clamp onto your shoulders like vices. His brows are furrowed in smug determination, and he practically sneers “Recipro Burst!”

You are propelled backwards rapidly, the gym surrounding you flashing by in a blur, the only thing you're able to see clearly is the dark glint in Tenya’s eyes and the zealous grin on his lips. You try to activate your quirk to counter his momentum, but it’s futile, he is pushing you backwards so quickly you can’t manipulate any of the air whizzing past you. Your back is suddenly pinned to the back wall of the gym, Tenya’s large hands holding your slender wrists to the concrete wall. He places a muscular thigh between your legs so his left knee is pressed to the wall as well - he has you completely immobilized. Both of your chests are heaving, your faces no more than three inches from one another. You don’t know what possesses you but you smash your lips to his, desperate to close the miniscule gap between you.

Tenya’s body stiffens in shock for a moment before he opens his mouth, snaking his tongue past your lips. You wrench your hands from his grip, placing one on the back of his neck and tangling the other in the mess of his navy hair. You didn’t expect the class rep to be such an amazing kisser, but when he catches your bottom lip between his teeth you can’t contain the soft moan that escapes you. Tenya swallows your noises and begins to pull away. Your lips hungrily follow after him, but you’re stopped when one of his calloused hands rests on your neck with just enough force to hold you in place. 

“Such public displays of desire are unbecoming of future heroes, Y/N. Come to my room this evening and we can finish this privately.” And with that, Tenya separates himself from you completely, already settling into a stance that signals he is ready to continue sparring.    

#tenya iida #tenya x reader #tenya x y/n #iida x reader #iida x y/n #iida simps come and get y'all juice #my hero academia #mha #bnha #boku no hero #boku no hero academia #badboy!au #badboy!iida #by ves #mha imagines #bnha imagines #fan fic writing #fan fic blog

[mandoalorian]

Hey i heard that you are in our blonde man mood, so what about Maxwell and reader having a car accident. Angst hurts but you wrote that amazing.

Those Three Words [Maxwell Lord x Reader]

Author's note: This was tough. I knew it was going to be tough the moment I received the request but oof— I don’t know if it hit differently because Maxwell is my comfort character or… I just. Thank you for the prompt though, and the lovely compliment. Hope you enjoy.

Warnings: car crash, injury, blood mention, hospitals, coma mention, mention of stalking, angst.

Word count: 2.2k

Rating: 13+

MASTERLIST

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You knew it would never be easy. Dating Maxwell Lord was never going to be a walk in the park. He had his moments, dazzling you with his smile and making your heart melt just from the simplest of touches. You forever cherished the moments on a morning where he'd hold you tight in his arms, your body pressed against his chest. He'd plant lazy kisses along your jaw and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. The strain on the relationship came from his fame. He had warned you before you had both decided to become official. He'd warn you that the paparazzi would go wild once they found out you two were dating. He knew he had obsessive fans who would try doing anything in their means to split you both up. It was hard, but you and Maxwell were more than confident that your love for one another would transcend any difficulty.

That morning was your worst fight yet. "We are going to be late for the meeting," Maxwell growled. "Will you just get your shit together and get in the fucking car?" You had never seen him so angry before. You'd seen him shout at his employees, treat them like dirt, but this was different. His voice was low and gruff and dripped with hostility. It scared you, just a bit. You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand and took a deep breath.

"Don't talk to me like that," you snarled back and his head snapped in your direction when he heard your tone of voice. "You need to do something Max. This is getting too much." you were practically begging.

"I can't- I- what can I do? Tell me, what can I do?" he asked, throwing his arms up in the air, completely exasperated. It was only the morning but his dark blonde locks were already falling out of place and he had loosened his tie. The work day hadn't even begun.

"I don't know!" you cried. "But you have to do something."  you gulped. "You have to. Max please-" you sobbed, falling into his chest. You wanted him to hold you, and shush you, and promise you that he would handle it. That everything would be okay.

He rarely said I love you. You didn't mind so much, because he had his own way of showing it. They were just words and— actions spoke louder than words. But just this once you wished he would say it. You wished he would say those three damned words. He felt your tears dampen his shirt and he gently pushed you off him. He took the magazine out of your hand and sighed before throwing it in the trash.

He wanted to burn the magazine. The dumb tabloid journalists who had taken photos of you when you hadn't even realised. Stalked you. It disgusted him, it angered him.

You shakily folded your arms over your chest and looked at him with glazed eyes. He looked pained too, you could just about tell. The slight uncomfort in his posture. Although Maxwell Lord rarely spoke about his feelings and he did a hell of a good job at hiding them. You had known him long enough to just about identify when he wasn't doing okay. You swallowed the hard, anxious lump in your throat.

"Come on." he said quietly, but he didn't even move, and neither did you.

"Max," you whispered sadly, feeling another tear fall down your cheek.

"Don't," he croaked, pursing his lips together. He turned around and opened the front door, waiting for you to walk out of the house and get into the car that was waiting for you so he could lock up. "Jeeves is waiting. Go." 

You sniffed, taking a deep breath and quickly checking your reflection on the way out you did your best to fix your appearance. No doubt the paparazzi would be trying to snap photos of you and your boyfriend. You and Maxwell both slid into the back of the car. Neither of you spoke a word during the first half of the journey.

"You're acting like this is my fault." Maxwell said stiffly, not even bothering to turn to you.

"Is it not?" you asked but regretted the words as soon as they departed your lips. It was unfair to blame him. He had warned you. He had.

Maxwell looked down with guilt and shame bubbling within him. "If you're not happy-"

"Stop it." you snapped.

"Because you don't seem happy." Maxwell continued.

"Stop!" you cried out, startling even the driver.

"Max, you can afford security. Or lawyers. You can afford to sue the papers or even pay paparazzi off. Fuck, I don't know how this shit works. I don't know but those people are crazy. They terrify me." you admitted. "I'm begging Max."

"I should have this business deal closed by the end of the week. Then I can-"

"Oh my God, fuck the business deal! Max, this is our relationship, this-" you stopped, your eyes fixating on the rear view mirror. "Jeeves… how long has that car been behind us?" you asked hesitantly, your fingers curling into an anxious fist.

"I'm not sure ma'am, would you like me to take a diversion?" Jeeves, the driver, questioned politely.

"No," Maxwell replied before you even had time to open your mouth. You scowled. "I'm already late for work. Don't need to be any later."

"Max," your voice was timid. Shy. Afraid. "I really think that car has been following us."

"You're paranoid." Maxwell rolled his eyes.

"No, Max I-"

"You're paranoid because of everything that's happened this morning. Because of the magazine-"

It was when Jeeves turned at the next junction, the car behind you crashed into yours. You heard the windows shatter and Maxwell scream your name, but then. Blackness. Darkness. Nothing.

***

Fuck, Maxwell knew he had fucked up. You didn't even want to leave the house this morning— he knew that. He knew you'd rather just lay with him, in bed, subdued in the morning sunlight. He knew it and yet he still selfishly chose to ignore it. He had to go to work; he had to close the business deal. Once again he had made the mistake of prioritising his damn job over you. Over your wishes. Over your relationship.

You grazed his thumb over the cut in his eyebrow as his feet tapped impatiently. The hard blue chair he was sat in grew more uncomfortable by the minute as he waited for the doctors to finish your check up. Jeeves was okay, the airbag hidden in the steering wheel saved his life. He'd gone home for the rest of the day. Maxwell suffered a few cuts and bruises from the broken glass and his face slamming into the seat in front him. He thought he had broken his nose but the x-rays showed that he was fine. A few stitches and he'd be healed within weeks.

But you… 

Maxwell groaned, rubbing his head and slowly opening his eyes. His own seat belt had snapped and he cursed at the way his head was pounding. He could already hear sirens. He wasn't sure how long he'd been unconscious for, but it mustn't have been too long. He shuffled upright into his seat, peaking over only to find that Jeeves was gone. He wasn't in the car. Then, he turned to face you.

You were curled up in your seat, your eyes shut. For a split second, Maxwell felt nothing. He looked at you and admired your beauty. Your softness and your angel-like features. You were as still as ever. Your hair was tangled in your seatbelt, your cheek pressed against the leather of the seat. Maxwell leaned over and cupped the side of your face, gently tilting it to one side. It wasn't until his action revealed a pool of blood dripping from a deep cut in your neck, he began to panic.

Panic was an understatement. His heart dropped. It broke within an instant. He looked closer, examining the cut and trying to make out how serious it was but there was too much blood. He couldn't see anything. He couldn't do anything. He was helpless. The sirens began to get louder but it was like everything was happening in slow motion.

"Baby," he whimpered, tapping you lightly. "Baby." he repeated, this time his voice louder and more stern. He dropped his hands to your shoulders, picking up your lifeless body and cradling you in his arms. Your arm flopped across his legs and your eyes remained closed, despite his pressure to awaken you. "Hey," he whimpered, tears spilling from his eyes. "Hey stay with me. Stay with me."

He cried your name. He sobbed hysterically. He placed his hand under your shirt and over your chest, desperate to feel your heartbeat. Your skin was still warm and a flood of relief washed over him, but you still weren't responding. Maxwell pressed his lips against your forehead, his salty tears dripping onto your face. "Please." he croaked. "Don't leave me. You can't. You can't-"

The doctor interrupted Maxwell from his thoughts. "Mr Lord," he said. Maxwell felt sick. He was preparing himself for the worst. What if this was it. What if you were gone. He'd lost the love of his life, just like that. It would be all his fault. He could never forgive himself. "She's stable, but unconscious. We think she might be in a coma which is concerning but we've booked her in for an MRI scan this afternoon. We'll have to take it from there."

"Can I go see her?" Maxwell asked. The doctor barely had to nod before Maxwell bolted past him and into your room.

You were laying in bed, tied to an abundance of machines by wires and tubes. Maxwell's heart sank. He slowly approached you, and sat on the edge of your bed. Hesitantly, he held your hand. He wasn't sure if he deserved to even touch you. He couldn't help but blame himself. If he had just listened to you...

He hissed when he felt how cold you were. Your hands were like blocks of ice. He gently smoothed your hair out of your face and cupped his hands on your cheeks, desperate to bring you some kind of warmth.

The worst part about it, he had been fighting with you all morning. He didn't even get the chance to tell you how much he loved you. He loved you so much.

"Darling," he sobbed, shuffling out of his suit jacket and wrapping it over your body. "I don't know if you can hear me. I heard- I heard on the television that sometimes, a person in a coma can hear you if you talk clear enough, I- I hope you can hear me." he choked out.

He prayed for you to make some kind of movement. Show him some kind of sign. But nothing.

"Listen darling, you're strong. Strongest person I know. I need you to wake up for me because I love you so much and I need to prove to you that I can fix this. I can handle it. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry I let this happen." Maxwell conceded, trying to compose himself. "I can't live without you. I need you. I love you."

It was the three words you had longed to hear this morning. Those three words.

I love you.

You stirred, only slightly, but it was enough for Maxwell to notice. "Nurse!" he screamed. "I need a nurse!" your eyes were still closed but he felt you give him a small, reassuring squeeze of his hand. It was weak, it was tired, but it was you. Tears began to spill from Maxwell's eyes. "Yes, yes baby," he cried. "I know you're there. I know you can feel me. Listen, I love you okay? I love you. You're going to get through this." he encouraged, pressing a kiss into your lips.

It was a doctor who pulled Maxwell away from you. Nurses scrambled around you, checking your vitals and the machines as Maxwell stood there and watched. "Be gentle with her." he whimpered, but earned no response.

He couldn't lose you. He wouldn't lose you. He loved you.

#pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #maxwell lord #max lord #maxwell lord x reader #max lord x reader

[megsironthrone]

Godmother

Based on this request:  Sandor asking Arya to be his babies godmother? You can decide how she reacts but I just need some wholesome hound and wolf girl content.  Hi I’m the anon that asked for the Sandor asking wolf girl to be a godmother. I forgot to add trade sorry but I was just imagining it to be after she has her baby so she’s in the room but maybe just asleep or quietly watching cuz she’s tired. Sorry about that

Here you are! As always, familiar characters are not mine!

Warnings: So, I made it a Modern AU since I’m not sure they did the godparents thing in Westeros. Mostly TEETH ROTTING FLUFF!

Pairings/Characters: Sandor Clegane x fem!reader, Arya Stark x Gendry (a little)

Sandor placed a quick kiss to your forehead as the bell rang. You gave him a tired smile. You'd only been home from the hospital for a couple a weeks and you were still exhausted. Sandor was wonderful and helpful during this time though. You never thought your former soldier turned police officer husband would end up with such a soft touch, but he really was a gentle giant. At least with you and your newborn daughter.

         "Well don't just stand there. Come in. You're letting the cold in," you heard his raspy voice say. "I'm coming. Seven Hells you're in a mood." You chuckled at young Arya's sharp retort. Even though she was a grown woman now, she would always be "young Arya" to you and Sandor. After all, you'd known her since she was a small child.

         Arya rounded the corner into the living room just in front of Sandor. She gave you a small smile that you returned. "I'm not babysitting, if that's why you called me over here," she joked. You chuckled and shook your head. Sandor sat down and you gave him a pointed look.

         Before your daughter was born, you and Sandor had been discussing who you thought would make the best godparents for her. Choosing her godfather had been easy. There was no one you trusted with her more than Tyrion. Despite all his shortcomings, he was good with children and he was your best friend. The godmother, however, had been a little more difficult. You just couldn't seem to pick one. Then, Sandor has suggested Arya.

         After Arya's parents had died, Sandor was her guardian for a while. It was as if the gods were giving him practice for his own daughter in the future. Sandor knew Arya very well. He had watched her grow and he knew her strengths and weaknesses. He trusted her probably more than he trusted anyone in the world besides you.

         As Sandor opened his mouth to say something, your daughter began kicking up a fuss. Your brows furrowed. You were really hoping she'd take a nap. You sighed. You were grateful for the two-way monitor you'd gotten so you could hear her and she could hear you. Pressing the button, you assured your little girl that you were on your way. You didn't realize that you'd forgotten to turn off the microphone when you left the room.

         In your room, you sat with your daughter in your rocking chair. That was when you heard it. "So, why am I here again?" You laughed softly. Arya was never one to stay put for long. She was always off doing something or other. "I," Sandor began before stopping to clear his throat and starting again, "Y/N and I want you to be Y/D/N's godmother. Teach her things and look after her if we can't. That kind of sh-stuff." You had to stifle a giggle. Sandor was really trying to tone down his foul mouth.

         Arya was silent at first. Then she spoke softly, "Are you sure?" Sandor must have nodded because you didn't hear him reply. A moment later, however, you heard him ask, "What the hell are you doing?" Arya laughed. "It's called a hug." Sandor growled lowly. "I know that. Why are you hugging me?"

         "Just accept it, geez." Silence again. You continued to rock your daughter to sleep. You closed your eyes, almost prepared to drift off yourself. You were almost asleep when you heard Arya again. "You know, Sandor, you will be a good dad." You smiled to yourself. You loved these rare tender moments between Arya and Sandor. "What makes you say that?"

         "You're the closest thing I've got to a father. You have been for a long time. I like to think I turned out okay. Strong and tough, like you. I can take on anything because of what you taught me. Y/D/N is going to be the same." You sniffled at her words. How was it that she was able to put into words what you couldn't seem to be able to?

         Sandor was silent for a few seconds. "Thanks," he muttered, "Now, do you accept or not?" You laughed as he went right back to his usual gruff self. "Yeah, yeah. Of course." With a roll of your eyes, you rested your head against the back of the chair and drifted off to sleep.

         That was how Sandor found you a few minutes later, baby asleep in your arms as you slept. Your head had dropped so your neck was at an awkward angle. Sandor gently took the sleeping baby from your arms and moved her to her bassinet. She stirred a little, but didn't wake. You opened your eyes and gave Sandor a sleepy smile.

         "Come on. Into bed," he whispered, scooping you up bridal style. You pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw on the unscarred side of his face. "I love you." He hummed as he carried you to the bed you shared. "Stay with me?" you asked, or rather, mumbled. Sandor wasted no time in climbing in behind you and wrapping an arm around you, being careful not to jostle you too much.

         In an instant, you were asleep again, Sandor not far behind you. Meanwhile, Arya was climbing into her car with a grin on her face and her phone pressed to her ear. "Did it go well?" Gendry asked on the other end of the phone. "Yeah. They asked me to be the godmother." Gendry chuckled softly. "I meant did they take the news well, but I'm guessing you didn't tell them." Arya's free hand went down to her stomach. "No. I got too excited about being Y/D/N's godmother. I'll tell them in a few days. For now, I'm going to go get my goddaughter something special. It's time for Aunt Arya to start spoiling her." Gendry and Arya shared a laugh.

(a/n: I hope this is what you were looking for!)

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[dynastyau]

Masks

Updating two days in a row? Look at me go! I won’t be able to post anything in the next few days, my computer charger just broke so I need to order a new one and it won’t be here till Sunday. I hope this part can tide you over until I can post again. 

Summary: Eurydice tires to cover up the damage but is unsuccessful and Hades takes notice. 

-MaKenzie ♥️

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Every night Eurydice woke with nightmares, the scene from Friday replaying in her head. Even though she tries to push away the memory she can’t, it’s plastered on her face. There was a sizable cut across her cheek highlighting the darkened skin. With soft movements, she brushed her fingers across her cheek trying not to wince at the pain.

Tears threatened to overflow, but she would not show any more weakness. She had to be strong, there was no other choice for her. No one could know what happened, they would see the true weakness in her then. Weakness is what hurts you and Eurydice is a survivor.

Quickly she touched up her makeup. The poor girl could only afford the cheap stuff so it was fading far too fast for her liking. While the makeup didn’t fully mask what happened it did help lessen the blow. While it could mask the injuries, it could never mask the internal damage. That would be there forever.

Eurydice was thankful Hades was out of the office all day in meetings, one less person to see her damaged state. With an empty office, she was able to let her mind wander to better times, times when things were easy. The emotional trauma allowing her to seek comfort in old memories with the one person she has ever loved.

The ringing of her desk phone broke her from her thoughts, “Mayor Hades' office, how may I help you?” She put on the fake voice of someone happy to be answering the phone. Over the past year, she has perfected her “customer service” voice as she would like to call it.

“Eurydice cancel the rest of my meetings for the day, I am on my way back to the office,” the anger in his voice caused her to tense.

Trying to keep her voice light she responded, “yes, sir,” and hung up. Her anxiety spiked at the thought of him coming into the office, especially if he is as angry as he sounds. When Hades was angry he tended to take it out on his employees and that is the last thing Eurydice needed at this moment.

After angering many people she was finally done making all the cancelations. Right now she was feeling drained, thoughts of all of the bad things that she has been told recently flooding her mind. All she wanted to do was turn it off, turn off all the pain, the memories, everything. She wished she could be paralyzed, unable to feel again. Then she wouldn’t have to feel the pain and the heartbreak and the betrayal that he has brought into her life.

Pounding footsteps caused her to stiffen, her hands shaking. Fear that he would be angry with her setting in, right now his hanger would only set her off. She kept her head down, not wanting to face his wrath head-on. She let out a sigh of relief as he walked straight past on the phone. For now, she has avoided him.

The end of the workday was nearing and Eurydice couldn’t be happier that Hades stayed in his office since returning. She had to make constant trips to the bathroom to touch up her mask, being forced to confront her demons every time. The distant sounding of church bells sounded the end of the day. Quickly she grabbed her things, keeping her head down. “Eurydice,” Hades' deep voice stopped her.

Her knuckles turned white as she gripped her bag. She was so close to freedom and now she was going to have to face him. With a deep sigh, she straightened, pulling out whatever confidence she could find. “Yes, sir?”

The automatic darkening in his features alerted her instant. “What happened?” He took a few steps toward her, trying to get a closer look. No matter how much makeup she put on the injuries shown through. “Who did this to you?” the darkness in his tone frightened the poor girl. She has seen Hades mad before but this...this was different.

Quickly she raised her cheek to cover the mark, trying not to wince no matter how bad it hurt. “It’s nothing,” she didn’t allow him to probe anymore. Her feet carried her away from him, she didn’t need anyone’s sympathy. “Oh great it’s raining,” she mumbled to herself.

The rain was something she always enjoyed. She was envious of the sky, it was allowed to let go of the things holding it down. Clouds have the freedom to let go, she doesn’t. Bitter drops penetrated the thin coat she wore, washing away her mask. She reveled in the feeling of letting go of the mask, it protected her today but now she didn’t need it, no longer needing it to hide.

Suddenly the man that has been recently haunting her stepped in front of her. Her cheek started to throb, reminding her of what happened last time she was in her presence. There were scars of his own littering his face, “It seems like we have some unfinished business.”

The sinister words caused Eurydice to take off in the direction she came from. His long legs allowed him to catch her easily. Before she could scream he covered her mouth before dragging her away. This side of town was not densely populated, it was unlikely anyone would see what is going on. “I suggest you unhand the lady,” this voice brought some comfort to her.

Without turning around the boy fired back, “And who the hell do you think-”

When we came face to face with Hades, the attacker froze. Hades was known for his intimidating appearance and right now he looked like he could murder the boy. Eurydice took this moment of confusion to push away and run towards Hades. “Get in the car Eurydice,” his tone was direct, there was no room for questions.

“Mr. Hades I am fine, I’m just gonna go home,” she didn’t want to take his help. Too much weakness has already been shown and if she went with him she would crumble more. Even though she didn’t want to admit it, she was scared to be alone with him anyway. He would never do anything to her but men have only hurt her recently.

She wanted to run from him the moment his fiery gaze met hers. “I wasn’t asking Eurydice, now get in the damn car!” Fear took over pushing her to get into the car. Hades waited to turn towards the man until she was in the car. She watched as he turned towards the boy, his veins popping out of his neck as he yelled.

No matter how much she was tempted, she refused to watch what was going on outside. Instead, she turned her attention to the luxurious vehicle she was in. The sleek, modern car was the nicest place she has ever been. This car just screamed expensive. She was almost too afraid to move, scared she would break something.

She was so preoccupied with admiring the car that when the door opened she jumped. If Hades was a cartoon character steam would be coming out of his ears. Eurydice opened her mouth to speak but was silenced by the raising of his hand. They rode in silence, to where...Eurydice had no clue.

When they pulled up to Hades’ home she was surprised. Why would he bring her there of all places? Why not just take her home? “Um, Mr. Hades” she kept her voice small, trying not to cause him to explode. He looked at her and she took it as an invitation to continue, “why did you bring me here? Why not take me home?”

The car was put in park but neither of them made a move to get out. They sat in silence for a few moments, it was almost suffocating Eurydice. “Was he the one who gave you the marks in the first place?” his tone was gruff, you could tell he was holding himself back. Too ashamed to answer verbally she just nodded her head.

The slamming of his hand on the steering wheel caused her to jump. Her fear that he would harm her overriding all logic. She pressed herself further into the door, her hand gripping the handle ready to flee. Hades' eyes flew to her hand, he could see just how terrified of her. “I just wanted to keep an eye on you tonight. What you went through was tough kid, no one should ever have to go through it,” it was strange to hear those words coming out of Hades’ mouth. She took comfort in his words, it was the first time she felt cared for by an older man.

He let out a small chuckle, something she rarely hears, “Plus, Steph would chew my ear off if she knew I let you go home alone, unprotected.” Eurydice brightened at the thought of seeing Steph again. She knew that she would be able to seek comfort in the mother figure Steph has become. Noticing the tension leaving her body, Hades opened the door. “Come on Eurydice, let’s go inside.”

She let a small smile grace her face, something she hasn’t done since the incident. They walked up the steps, memories of Orpheus falling to his knees came flooding in. The guilt of how she hurt him squeezed her heart. “Eurydice what happened?” Steph came flying down the hall towards the girl. She pulled her in, providing whatever comfort she could. Eurydice clung to her like a lost child, the tears she had been holding in finally crashing town.

Hades came up to her, whispering in her ear what was going on. The girl sobbed into Steph’s arms, a heartbreaking sound to hear. “Aunt Persephone, what’s going on?” Eurydice instantly stiffened pushing herself away, she just had to see his face.

They both gasped looking into each other's eyes. There stood the boy she loved. She could deny it any longer. Orpheus was home and he stood right in front of her in her weakest moment.

#dynasty au #eurydice #orpheus #orphydice #orpheus and eurydice #hadestown #hadestown broadway #modern hadestown #hades #persephone #hades and persephone #hermes

[stunudo]

Along This Long and Winding Path

A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction

Featuring: Spencer Reid x the BAU team

Setting: Season 14

A/N: This is day two of my 1k Follower Grab Bag of Fics. But when I saw the formula for this day I knew it was going to be an angsty mess. Reid with Team Unity/ Wheels Up in the future. This is one way I could see the cliffhanger of season 13 being resolved, you all will probably hate me. Also, this somehow turned into a case fic. xoxo Stu

Spencer Reid had a barrel of a gun pointed at his head, his gun pointed back. If he shot her, Penelope could die, if he didn’t he would be taken prisoner into the very cult that had kidnapped his friend and fellow genius. Though the decision appeared to be containing two options, his mind began factoring all the variables, giving seemingly endless possibilities. Penelope’s voice was muffled behind the car window, “Shoot her Reid!”

Penelope Garcia, a peace loving and nurturing analyst was asking him to shoot someone. She had saved him all those years ago in a Texas hospital room, he wouldn’t let her be in danger now. Protocol be damned. He holstered his sidearm and surrendered. Suddenly the dream faded away and he woke up to face a new day.

Chief Emily Prentiss had been sitting silently at her desk for an indeterminate amount of time. There were cases piling up and there were reports due out, but her mind and her attentions kept floating off. Her sense of duty had be quelled these past few months leaving room for distraction that only masked guilt. There was a knock at the door, JJ’s cool blue eyes tried to hide her empathy.

“Kevin sent us a text to meet in the round table room,” JJ stayed in the doorway. “You ready?”

“Of course, sorry about that,” Emily closed the folder that was open on her desk, one she hadn’t even realized she had opened and stood to follow JJ to the conference room.

Kevin Lynch stood awkwardly in front of the group of profilers until JJ and Emily were seated amongst them.

“Alright, it’s a bad one,” he started, his joker grin lost on his swallowing features. “We’ve got seven sets of human remains found in the woods outside of Boise. There has been flooding in the area and that is why they were discovered. Local sheriff’s office puts the most recent body at six months, which is still tentative given the state they were in.”

“So we need to determine if there is still a threat and profile from there,” Emily added, glancing at the evidence photos on her tablet.

David Rossi was in the market for some real estate in the Bay Area, looking forward to spending more time with Kai and Joy now that he was retired. His wives and his retirements came in threes, apparently. He unconsciously checked his phone as the realtor showed him through the third overpriced yet charming  house of the day. He couldn’t turn off his agent senses, but he also didn’t want to interrupt a case. He shut off the phone to stop himself from scratching the itch.

“Mr. Rossi, can you believe this kitchen?!” The realtor gushed.

Spencer Reid made his way to the day room, having slept through breakfast. He didn’t mind, he could have a cup of coffee from the nurses station, but all the sugar in the place couldn’t make it satisfactory. He found Thomas at the card table, just like every other day and silently sat down.

“Didn’t think you’d make it out today,” the man’s gruff voice disproportionate to his small frame.

Spencer’s voice was soft and slow to reply, “Some days are worse than others. Did you still want to play?”

“Why not, let them wait on us for group for once,” Thomas grinned his crooked teeth and began setting up the chess pieces.

The roads were nearly impassable and yet the BAU got to the crime scene before noon. Simmons and Alvez wore backpacks while JJ and Emily had utility belts on. Tara thought they all looked ridiculous and was instead taking pictures with her phone to send to Kevin. The bodies had been left in the position they had been found until their arrival. The mud making any close inspection nearly impossible.

“How long until we can get them to the coroners’, Agent Prentiss?”

“We don’t need much longer, given the state of the area we would be more harm than good at this point,” she explained.

“JJ, come look at this,” Alvez was crouched down over the body of a young woman.

“Those look like defensive wounds,” JJ was confused.

“She was clawing at herself like that?” Luke suggested.

“The unsub may have been using a burning agent or some kind of hallucinogen,” Tara leaned over to look at the most in tact body. Emily and Matt both shared a look when the last word was said.

Group was the hardest part of his day, but also the one he looked forward to the most. It wasn’t therapy, but it was conducted like it. It gave the staff an excuse to get everyone together before lunch was served and also brought the long term residents some socialization. The quickly rehabilitated patients were the most talkative during the sessions, but Spencer made it a point to seek out those who were less keen to share.

The introverts that didn’t seek the recognition or the attention of the group were his people, but that didn’t stop him from focusing in on one extrovert’s contributions day after day.

“How is everyone today?” She grinned her lopsided grin from her chair. “I know the weather is all over the place right now, but the courtyard is starting to see some fresh growth. You guys should really check it out.” Penelope saw some hands raise and she pointed with her right hand to pick on the next person to share.

Spencer and Thomas had entered the cafeteria, Thomas’s walker was sliding on tennis balls with faces drawn on them. His bright eyes watched Penelope as she giggled at the story someone had shared.

“Prentiss, the id on this victim flagged in Vicap,” Simmons handed Emily his tablet with Kevin’s email.

“Carol Murray. She was an unsub?”

“A victim, from Tallahassee.” Simmons pointed to the information on the screen.

“That’s a long way to move a body,” Prentiss added.

“According to the file, we worked the case,” Simmons.

“Jayge, do you remember a case in Florida, apparently there was a string of shootings for organ donors?”

“Yeah, what’s it have to do with these bodies in Idaho?” JJ’s face was in disbelief.

“One of the bodies was a victim you and Morgan saved on the case.”

“So, we going to talk today, or are you going to keep watching me during Group?” Penelope had wheeled over to him during lunch.

“Garcia,” Spencer whispered, giving her a dejected look.

“Oh, don’t Garcia me, Reid,” Penelope’s voice was nearly back to normal, her speech pathologist was thrilled with her progress. What Spencer hadn’t warned her therapist was how much natural practice she had talking.

“I know what you’re going to say, but I am not ready to hear it,” Spencer pushed his instant mashed potatoes around his tray.

“When will you be ready? When I am back to work? When I can strut around in platforms again?” Penelope clutched his forearm. “Hey, look at me Boy Wonder.”

Spencer sniffled and patted her manicured hand on his arm.

“Those things might not happen--”

“Penelope, you are making great progress--” She put her finger on his interrupting mouth.

“They might not happen, so just in case. I forgive you. You, Spencer Reid, who did precisely as I asked and shot that traitor on the spot.”

“Penelope, I can’t accept that, not yet.”

“Well, tough, because I am going to tell you every chance I get.” She grinned at him, shaking her head with attitude.

Emily stood in the conference room at the local police station, she stretched her neck before addressing the team.

“They’re sure?” she asked Alvez who had just returned from the coroners’ office.

“There was no trace of anything in their systems, but some of these bodies are beyond evidence collection.” Alvez explained.

“If this is who we think it was, there wouldn’t be traces. The question is, why here? Wouldn’t he want us to know he was targeting the victims we saved?” Simmons asked.

“We need to call Spence, this can’t just be a coincidence.” JJ crossed her arms in her folding chair.

“Reid has refused to consult in the past, what makes you think he would help now?” Simmons asked in a low tone, he was hopefully curious.

“You tell him or Penelope it’s Scratch and they will be here or the bat cave.” JJ was staring down Emily’s ‘we shouldn’t be having this conversation face’.

Emily’s head snapped back and it hung there staring at the stained drop ceiling tiles. “I do not want Garcia on this, not yet.” Emily gave in.

Spencer’s afternoons were full; he saw some patients twice a week and others only once. The road to his personal recovery started with getting his therapist’s license. He wanted to be able to approach his trauma and doubts from every angle, it led him to helping others accept and process their physical injuries and restrictions. Garcia called him her caretaker, when she wasn’t flirting with the orderlies.

She was one of a handful of patients he didn’t see, ensuring he wasn’t blurring any lines between who were his patients and who were his friends. She wouldn’t have cooperated if he had tried to make an appointment with her in the first place. He was taking notes over the last ten minutes of the hour for his final patient of the day, when the landline phone rang on his desk. He had forgotten he had a direct line at the facility.

“Dr. Reid?” He answered.

“Spence?” JJ’s voice, of course they had her call him this time.

“JJ, how did Henry’s potato battery go?” He was ignoring the professional urgency in her voice.

“Uh, fine, he wants to try other food next. But, that’s not why I called.” Spencer’s mouth ticked, he thought for two seconds before biting his lips and exhaling.

“What’s the case?”

“You’re not going to like it.”

“As long as it is not a cult, I may be willing to help you out.”

“We think we found one of Scratch’s contingencies.”

“Where should I meet you?”

Penelope grew alarmed when Spencer didn’t say goodbye for the day, he always slipped her a Dum-Dum or a new trinket going into the weekend. He claimed it was for her muscle control, but she knew it was because he loved her. Which meant that his disappearing act was only because he had been taken away by someone or something else he loved.

Diana and the team battled inside her mind for the bigger dangers, she quickly wheeled back to her room and got her tablet out to Skype Kevin at Headquarters. His look of shock and dismay at her timing told Penelope she was on the right track.

“Penelope, hi, so nice to see your face,” Kevin gave his fakest smile ever.

“So, Kevin, remembering that I have, in fact, seen you naked. How long is it going to take to convince you to send me whatever my babies are working on?”

“Penelope, you are on medical leave, I am legally not allowed to share work with you or jail, all of us, jail.”

“Yeah, but think of all the juicy details I could share about you on the interwebs,” Penelope cooed.

“You’re hacking in remotely? How are you even doing this?! Not to mention that facility doesn’t have the speed for this?!”

JJ and Alvez met Spencer at the airport, Luke drove while JJ went over their findings. Spencer felt oddly comfortable in the standard issued SUV, despite not having been in the field for months.

“So your two theories are this was Scratch working a different angle or an unsub who was specifically targeting the BAU?”

“Pretty much.” Luke turned into the hotel’s parking lot.

“Have all of the victims been identified?”

“All but two, dental records on missing persons are taking a while,” JJ shrugged, clearly Kevin was a not Penelope.

“And those bodies that were identified all had ties to the team?”

“Uh, yes, though some of them are three degrees from Kevin Bacon, if you know what I’m saying.” Alvez added, sliding from the driver’s seat.

Spencer’s face constricted in to confusion, “The victims are tied to an actor?”

“No, Spence, it’s a pop culture game, ignore Luke.” JJ clucked, it was good to have his innocent side resurface after so long. They headed into the hotel for the night.

In the morning, there was word that the park rangers in the next county found a body near a cabin. Simmons and JJ went to check it out for connections. Meanwhile, Alvez, Lewis and Prentiss went over the victimology for the bodies from the mass grave with Spencer. Emily felt him doubting them and she couldn’t help but hold out hope he was right.

“Besides Carol Murray’s scratches, are there any other indicator of the use of fear or self harm?”

“Bernice De La Pena had defensive wounds, but nothing as extensive as Carol Murray’s.” Tara answered as Emily handed over photographs of the arms on the other woman.

Alvez’s phone rang, “Uh-oh, you too?! Let me put you on speaker.”

“Hey guys,” Rossi’s voice called out into the meeting space.

“Rossi?” Spencer’s voice hitched in surprise.

“Is that the kid, I knew something was up. What you got Emily?”

“Possible Scratch side attack, we’re probably jumping to the wrong conclusions, but we couldn’t be too careful.”

“That must be why Garcia left me those ominous messages. Anything you need from me?”

“Rossi, do the names Bernice De La Pena, Courtney Sanders and Stephanie Marx mean anything to you?” Tara recited from the list of identified victims.

“Not off the top of my head, should they?”

“One of the victims was a previous save for us, Carol Murray, but we aren’t seeing direct connections.” Emily continued.

“That’s why you brought in Reid?”

“One of many reasons,” Emily smirked at Spencer, he looked away. She held the phone, “We should get back at it, but we’ll keep you posted.”

“See ya, Rossi,” Luke took his phone back. “So, what are you seeing Reid?”

The body that JJ and Simmons were sent to inspect had clearly died of an animal attack, but the sheriff insisted they check out the cabin too. With little progress where the team was holed up, they decided to entertain the locals with a walk through. It was a simple, yet well decorated vacation home, it had running water, generator procured electricity, and a wood burning furnace. Matt glanced at JJ and they followed the deputy around back to the cellar.

Inside they knew they had made the right decision, there was no other word for it’s purpose than torture room. There were photographs of various women and animals pinned in different positions. JJ swallowed hard as she spotted Carol Murray’s face in unimaginable pain. Matt was already on his phone to Prentiss.

Emily closed her eyes, “Oh, thank God.”

Alvez and Spencer waited until she was done with the call before realizing their worst fears were unfulfilled. Mr. Scratch was not behind these murders.

“Spencer, I’m really sorry that we dragged you all the way out here,” Emily explained as she started gathering her things to head to the cabin and continue the investigation. “Luke will take you to the airport from here.”

“The case isn’t solved, Emily. If it’s alright with you, I would like to finish the profile. Especially since the unsub remains at large.” Spencer replied, he didn’t need to be rescued or sent away. Luke grinned, but tried to hide it as Emily’s face melted into secretively pleased.

“It’s good to have you back, SSA Reid,” Chief Prentiss nodded.

“It’s still Doctor, Emily,” Spencer smirked as he secured his messenger bag over his shoulder.

“You’re damn right it is,” Tara’s nose scrunched up and she patted him on the back.

The elevator inside FBI Headquarters still smelled the same, Spencer noticed as he was wedged beside his former teammates. They had registered him as a consultant with special clearance if he ever changed his mind about leaving the job. So with his special pass around his neck he stepped out into the familiar bullpen. It looked the same, even his desk remained untouched in his absence, the fact caused him mixed emotions.

Kevin came storming from the tech office in a near fit, “Chief Prentiss, hi, uh, I just want it, on the record, that there was nothing I could do. I couldn’t restrain her, she’s already partially paralyzed.”

Slowly Penelope made her appearance, “Oh boo-who, Tech Boy here couldn’t keep me from making sure my team was alright. Emily is not going to slap you with a sanction, Kevin.”

“But I could slap you with one,” Emily threatened.

“Moi?”

“Yeah, violating medical leave and hacking government servers,” Emily suggested, playing tough.

Everyone let the scene play out, though they were all bursting with laughter. JJ looked away while Luke and Simmons swallowed it and stood tall. Tara was as ever, unflinching. Spencer’s face was confused, “How did you even get released from the Rehab Facility?!”

“Oh, sweet, pure, Reid. Mama has her ways,” Penelope sighed. “Besides, there are medical transport vehicles available on Uber and Lyft. I got a ride in no time. Now, whose driving, because Rossi is waiting on us with the kettle on.”

Spencer wished he had the unstoppable optimism of Penelope, but when he looked around the room at the faces of the BAU team he felt nearly hopeful. His decision to walk away from this group of unwavering loyal and dedicated people was not one of selfishness. He regretted it and was certain of it in equal measure. His choices had caused his friends almost insurmountable pain over the past few years, had cost Stephen Walker his life and Penelope her ability to walk. His decision to teach and volunteer at Penelope’s Rehabilitation Facility had been the first choice he was proud of in a very long time. However much an act of penance it was.

The food was phenomenal, as always and the conversation was kept light. Rossi had some great stories about Kai and trying to find a place to live in the most ridiculous real estate market in the country. Penelope was beaming with her freedom and friend time. Tara and Luke were bantering as always, apparently the last blind date he had set her up with was a nightmare.

Emily approached him as JJ and Matt ducked out to head back to their families. “You know, you could work part time, like Tara.”

“Emily, I would have to be reinstated and I don’t think I am ready to have my gun back on my hip, just yet.”

“So what you’re saying is maybe?” There was a devilish glint to her eye.

“What? No, stop putting words in my mouth.” He smirked, she had him on the ropes and he knew it.

‘We don’t always have a choice in what happens to us, but you know what sometimes we do. And right now, I’m just asking you to make the choice to stay.” Emily said back verbatim.

“Fight for us, fight for the team.” Spencer continued, his voice a whisper as he recalled those words pouring from his own heart.

“It’s what we do.” Emily finished. “I know you’re not ready. You won’t even let Penelope forgive you. But, don’t give up on us, just yet. We haven’t given up on you.”

Spencer sighed, his tears burning as she looked back at him with the years of cases and personal loss behind them. “Okay.”

@dontshootmespence @illegalcerebral @literallyprentissstwin @cherry-loves-fanfic @mentallydatingspencerreid

#cm #spencer reid #bau team #angst #criminal minds #stu's grab bag of fics #team meal #criminal minds fanficiton #spencer reid fanfiction #penelope garcia #tara lewis #luke alvez #emily prentiss #Jennifer Jareau #jj #david rossi #matt simmons #cm fanfic #dr. spencer reid #Dr Reid #case fic

[aplaceforrtprompts]

fuck me UP with some angsty FAHC Trevor Collins soulmate AU where soulmates feel each other’s pain (then if you could throw in a lil hurt/comfort at then end bc I’m a soft bitch and I love Trevor too much) (or you could just kill someone) ( ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

Warnings: Blood, knives, torture, bad things

Word Count: 1,745

“Well, if that’s everything, Mr. Diaz, I’m going to go finish up some paperwork,” you told the latest patient to come under your watch.

“Wellll,” Alfredo began and you hadn’t even budged. Alfredo wasn’t shy and it took you about thirty minutes every time you came and checked on him. You didn’t mind seeing as he was sweet and it didn’t bother you much anymore since you knew to check on all your other patients first then do your paperwork then check on Alfredo.

You laughed softly, it was the end of your shift so you pulled the curtain around his bed before going to sit down. You winced as you sat down in the chair next to his bed.

Alfredo got a concerned look on his face as he asked, “Is everything okay?”

You rubbed the spot tenderly as you told him, “I don’t think my soulmate is the best of guys. Tends to get shot a lot. Or stabbed.”

You offered him a look at the scar near your collarbone. A look swept across his face you couldn’t read. After a moment he asked, “Is that why you became a nurse? To find your soulmate?”

You shook your head, “I wanted to help people since I was a kid. I may have moved to the shadier side of town hoping to cross paths with him after I’ve gotten stab wounds and gunshots and even burn marks from what I was guessing is rope after being tied up. I mean I know I shouldn’t want a dangerous soulmate but still, it’s my soulmate. Besides it is Los Santos who here isn’t a criminal.”

You eye him but he just laughs. He knows you won’t turn him in especially with so many criminals in your hospital already.

“You,” he offered. “You’re still pure.”

You laugh and ask, “Are you so sure about that?”

“I’ve been around enough criminals to know one when I see one,” Alfredo gave you a knowing look.

You talked a little longer but he cut the conversation short saying he had to make a phone call. You thought it was a little strange but didn’t question it as you left.

The next day you were making your rounds and looking at your chart when you ran smack into someone. You looked up you saw an unfamiliar face but you were drawn to him the instant he smiled.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to run into you. I was actually looking for my friend. His name is… I’m sorry but have we met before. I’m Trevor.”

You shook your head slowly, “I don’t think so.”

“You seem so familiar,” he stared at you intensely as if it would help him figure out how he knew you.

“Same,” you muttered before you heard someone call your name. “Sorry. I have to go. Who were you looking for you, maybe I can point you in the right direction.”

He stared at you for a moment longer and you cocked an eyebrow as you waited. He shook his head softly but the smile remained, “Sorry. Alfredo Diaz.”

You smiled, “Oh, totally see the resemblance now! Just down the hall on the left.”

“We’re not-” Trevor was cut off as your coworker yelled again.

“Sorry. Got to go. Hopefully, I’ll see you around,” you jogged in the direction of where your name was being shouted from, feeling in a slight haze as you had a smile on your face.

You finished your work as quickly as possible in hopes of seeing Trevor before he left. You weren’t even done with your paperwork when you were heading down to Alfredo’s room.

You smiled as you could see the two boys happily chatting in the window. You put a hand on the door but at the same time a strong arm wrapped itself around your waist and the other covered your mouth with a chloroform rag before you could scream. You tried to kick but your legs felt heavy as the drugs took effect.

When you woke up your body felt weighed down and it took a couple of tries to lift your head and open your eyes. Your stomach churned as you saw the darkly lit room. Your head was hazy as you tried to piece together how you got here. You tasted fabric in your mouth, making you gag. You tried standing but you were quick to realize you were bound to your chair. Your heart started to race as the last few moments at the hospital started to come back. You also noticed a dull ache all over your body and a sharp one in your leg. You looked down and saw blood.

You didn’t have a chance to react though as a gruff voice caught your attention, “Good morning, sunshine.”

You yanked on your binds but you didn’t budge.

“No use, sweetheart. Tied them myself. Sorry, we had to meet like this. I’m sure you’re a real nice girl but you are going to prove to be quite useful,” he stepped closer as he spoke. You recognized him he was from one of the gangs the cops were always after. You couldn’t quite place him but it didn’t matter because he still made your skin crawl and your blood run cold. “I got nothing against you so I’ll let you know I don’t plan on killing you. You’ll be in for a rough one but I’ll give you one gift, the choice to know why this is happening. Do you want to know why this is happening or shall we just get to the torturing?”

Your chest grew tight at the word torture but of course, you wanted to know why you, why this was happing. Who wouldn’t want to know?

You nodded and he laughed, “We got a tip, from your mouthy friend in fact. Alfredo. An informant of mine was in the bed next to him. Alfredo thinks he knows who your soulmate is. If he’s right you’re in for a world of hurt.”

Your eyes moved to the knife that he was spinning in his hands. He smirked as he saw you looking.

His next move was quick and precise. The knife plunged deep into your leg and you let out a howl.

“Sorry,” he didn’t seem sorry. “Hopefully your friend is wrong but now we wait.” With that, he walked out of the room.

You weren’t sure how long you were there alone but it was long enough for the blood on your pants to dry.

When the guy came back in he had a wicked grin and a cart draped with a cloth with him. You felt sick before he even spoke, “What an unlucky girl you are. Soulmates with the Fakes boss. Lucky us we got you before he did.”

As he parked the cart beside you and lifted the cloth, showing off a hefty amount of power tools and non-powered tools, knives, some devices that looked crafted, you felt your heart sink and closed your eyes as you felt the tears start to well up.

The next few hours were more painful than you could ever imagine. The next few days were even worse.

You couldn’t stop smelling blood. You couldn’t stop tasting blood.

You went in and out of consciousness due to the pain. It was a vicious cycle. You would pass out from the pain when it became overwhelming then wake up as a new pain ripped through your body. A few people stopped in to wipe up the blood you spilled, feed you just enough to live but none of them said a word, none of them actually helped you.

You happened to be lucid for a moment as your torturer started talking to you for the first time in days, “Your mate is being a pain. He’s weak but he’s getting the crew to pick off members of each of the gangs until you come back safe. Luckily, I have a plan. A trap.”

You felt him cut the ties around your binds. You tried lifting your arms but you were too weak. You groaned as he roughly grabbed your arm. You screamed as he started carving something into it. It was an address and a simple word, ‘help’.

You started crying and found the strength in you to rip your arm away and shove your captor. He fell in shock, “You bitch!”

You went for the knife though it was tough as your legs were still tied down. You managed to get it and you only had one chance so you started to carve into your own flesh. The guy ripped away the knife and kicked you until you passed out again.

When you woke up again you heard gunshots, you flinched.

“Shh. It’s okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re safe now,” the gentle tone alone made you want to cry but when you looked up and saw Trevor’s face you did. “Shh. Shh. Baby girl. No one is ever going to touch you again.”

“Trevor,” you croaked. It was then you realized he was carrying you away. You heard yelling and more shots but it was growing farther away.

You blinked as he exited the building and sun hit your face in the first time in probably weeks. You made a face and he gave you a sad smile. He managed to get you to a car and slip you into the passenger's seat. He buckled you before closing your door carefully and running over to the driver’s side.

“How?” you asked with every ounce of energy you could muster.

Trevor held out his hand and your heart nearly stopped as you recognized the word scrawled on the palm of his hand, it matched your own, ‘trap’. You looked at him with tears and he gave you another sad smile before leaning over and kissing your forehead.

“I promise you are safe and I’m never letting anyone touch you again,” he said sincerely.

You knew he was a criminal. Him being a criminal and a leader of a gang is what had got you in this situation in the first place but just one look and you knew he was telling you the truth. You actually felt safe for the first time since you had run into him in the hospital. You nodded and leaned back in your seat, eyes on Trevor. He gave the smallest smile and started the car.

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Jealousy Imagines

I saw a post earlier about some jealousy stuff w/ the bois of Overwatch, so I decided to do some myself because I get weak in the knees for overprotective significant others.

McCree:

“Darlin’, you sure you should be havin’ all that before dinner?”

You looked up from your molten chocolate milkshake and tilted your head. “Dinner’s in an hour. I’ll be fine.”

Jesse chuckled. “You’re a marvel.”

You playfully smacked him on the shoulder, pursing your lips. “Jess, you had two pork chops for lunch. I don’t wanna hear it.”

His smile widened. This weekend trip to the beach had him in a wonderfully soft mood; it seemed he had never loved you more. Overwatch business had you both so wound up lately that it was hard to let loose with one another. However, the smell of the ocean and the midday naps gave your relationship a new lease on life.

“I’m gonna go grab a smoke. Be back in a minute.” Jesse plucked his hat from the booth seat beside him and headed out to the boardwalk.

You grinned down at your mug, swirling the fudge and ice cream with your straw. Every once in a while, you’d peek outside and watch him as he leaned on the wooden railing facing the ocean. His foot was up on one rung and his flannel shirt was stretched to the absolute maximum over his broad shoulders. It was amazing how attractive he looked when he wore normal clothes.

“Excuse me,” a voice said beside you. You looked up and saw a stranger smiling down at you. “I didn’t want to come over while he was here…” they laughed, covering their face. “I’m sorry. I never do this. It’s just… you’re really cute. Could I… give you my number?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, um… thank you. But that guy’s my boyfriend.” You hooked your thumb over your shoulder toward the cowboy.

The stranger made a crude face. “What? He’s old enough to be your father.”

“Is not,” you frowned. 

“Seriously? There’s no way,” they shook their head, brushing your shoulder with their fingers. The cheeky smile returned to their face. “C’mon. I’m doing you a favor here, if he really is your boyfriend.”

“Mm-hmm,” Jesse’s voice rumbled from behind you. “And what favor is that, exactly?”

The stranger’s face turned pale. “Well…”

He took his cigar from his mouth and stared the kid down. He was probably twice their age, which was good, because they were much younger than you.

“Sir, there’s no smoking in here,” a waitress said.

Jesse handed her a twenty, and she walked back to the front counter.

“I’m gonna… go.”

“Yeah,” he drawled. “Good thinkin’.”

The stranger disappeared from the shop and Jesse offered you his hand. You took it and dusted yourself off. 

“Hope I didn’t get any of their cooties on me.”

Jesse bellowed a laugh, clutching his stomach. “That’s why I love you, babe. You just get right up and make fun of anythin’.”

You grinned up at him. “I love you too.”

Soldier: 76:

It was an impossibly lovely day at the Gibraltar base. You and Jack were watching some infantry recruits practice below over a bottle of champagne and a box of pizza.

“This is the life, isn’t it?” his gruff voice rumbled in your ear. He nibbled a bit at your neck.

“Jack, stop it,” you giggled. “Someone could see us.”

“Oh, now you’re shy? Yesterday you were practically begging for it in the kitchen.”

Your cheeks heated. “T-that’s not even remotely…” You folded your arms. “I can’t believe you would bring that up.”

He laughed and lifted the bottle of champagne to his mouth. “If I could do you right here, right now–”

“Strike Commander, sir…” A recruit stood at the door to the ledge.

Jack rolled his eyes and handed you the bottle. “Be right back.” He hopped to his feet. “I haven’t been called that in years, kid. Whaddya need?”

You giggled to yourself. He would never be able to live that down–you were sure that rumor would spread like wildfire through the ranks. You took another swig of the champagne and bit into your slice of pizza.

After a bit of murmuring, Jack headed back into the base and the recruit stayed with their feet rooted on the ground. Most of them were afraid to talk to you. Jack had made it known that you were his, and that anyone who bothered you would be in for trouble.

However, this recruit seemed to have missed the memo. “How are you doing today, ma’am? That champagne looks good.”

You nodded, returning a friendly smile. “It is. I’m well, thank you. How are you?”

“Good. Training has been rough lately.” They rocked on their toes. “Whenever I see you, though, it makes it a little better.”

“Ah. Well.” You lowered your eyes to the ground, stifling a laugh.

Jack handed the recruit a set of keys. “Before you go, drop and give me fifty.”

The recruit wasted no time in falling to the ground. They never looked up once.

Jack sat back down next to you. “I’ll keep my eye on that one.” The two of you laughed.

“Poor kid,” you mumbled. Jack went a bit too hard for you sometimes, but you did love it a little bit when he made a show of his affection at someone else’s expense. It usually happened to be through training bots, but a trainee would do this time.

Hanzo:

“Here we are,” Hanzo said, his hand sweeping over the cherry blossom grove before you. It was teeming with people. You two had been to so many parades and festivals over the past few months that you could barely believe that people kept coming to them. You also couldn’t believe how annoying wearing a kimono got, but it was worth it to see Hanzo melt.

“I’m hungry,” you stated. “And sweaty.” You flapped the arms of your gown in an attempt to air yourself out. It didn’t work.

Hanzo chuckled. “My love, you are always so.”

You raised a brow at him. “Do I smell?”

He shook his head quickly, putting a hand on your arm. “I apologize, I did not mean–”

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I was joking.” You laughed. 

He straightened, his mouth drawing down to its normal position again. “I see. Then… I do not apologize.” He glanced at you sideways. He wanted to know if it was funny. He was trying to get a hang of jokes lately.

You gave his shoulder a squeeze. “You’re learning.”

The two of you walked for hours, watching the sun set over the grove, shading everything in pink. He was almost beaming at the end of the walk. He had lost himself in conversation with you, which happened less often than you liked. He laughed from his belly and relaxed his stance and bantered with you back and forth. Sure, you loved having quiet time with him, but this was bits and pieces of the real Hanzo peeking through his thick skin. It was truly a spectacle.

“Hold on,” he said, looking into a little gift shop on the way out of town. “Stay here. I will be back.” He jogged into the shop and disappeared behind a rack of clothes.

You kicked at the ground. You were sad that the night was over. While this touring of various festivals was getting tiring, Hanzo loved it immensely. And if you were lucky like you were tonight, he would start to relax more with you. You knew as soon as he came out of that gift shop, the tough man facade would be back up.

You spotted a group of boys you had seen throughout the night across the street. They seemed to be talking about you.

“White boys even bothering me in Japan,” you muttered to yourself. You wrapped the kimono tighter around yourself and turned your back to them. Hanzo would be out soon enough.

You wandered around the street, looking for any potential dining spots for the remainder of your trip. Soon, however, the sun set completely and the street emptied out. You began to panic. Where was Hanzo?

You started toward the shop, but then saw the boys cross the road. In an effort to look unbothered, you stopped where you were and pretended to not see them.

“Hey, princess, you look lost.”

“I’m not, thanks.” You crossed your arms. It was silly, really; you could snap these boys in half, but no matter how much pain you put them in, you could always be afraid of how they looked at you.

“You’re a long way from home,” another said.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “So are you. What’s your point?”

“Ooh, ouch,” they snickered. You gritted your teeth against the heat rising in your cheeks.

“Please just leave me alone. I’m not interested.”

“Not interested?” the biggest one asked, tilting his head. “Looks like we’ll have to teach this bitch to respect–”

In an instant, he was on the ground, arm twisted, with Hanzo’s foot on his back. The rest of his group scattered.

“One move, and I break your arm.”

“What the fuck, dude! That hurts!”

Hanzo moved the boy’s arm inches from breaking. His face was stoic, staring down at the teenager with quiet, deadly malice. You started to get scared when he didn’t let him go after a few seconds.

“You will never speak to any woman like that again. Especially one who is under my protection. Because there is one thing I have learned from loving her. Do you know what that is?”

“What?” the boy winced, tears coming out of his eyes.

Hanzo leaned down further, his face still. “I would kill for her,” he growled.

“Hanzo,” you whispered, covering your mouth in shock.

He looked up at you. He immediately released the boy’s arm and stepped off of him, and he ran.

“I…” Hanzo stepped toward you. “Am sorry.” He lowered his eyes to the ground. “I did not mean to frighten you.”

You threw your arms around him and buried your face in his neck. He stiffened. You could hear his heart beat erratically.

“Did you mean that?” you whispered.

He sighed and rested his hands on your back. “Yes, my love. Every word.”

You released him from the hug, knowing it made him uncomfortable to do so in public. “What took you so long in there?”

The corner of his mouth turned up as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a short necklace with a cherry blossom pendant attached to it. “Exorbitantly expensive and of questionable quality. Just how you like it.”

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God of War

I managed to get my hands on my very own copy of God of War yesterday, later than those with true review copies that have now made the game one of the highest-scoring titles in recent memory, but earlier than those still forced to wait until release. I’ve got about a week with God of War until it comes out, and after sinking in roughly eight hours yesterday alone, I feel like I’m definitely on pace to beat it before launch.

When reviews dropped, my thoughts about God of War shifted to “yeah sure, I’m looking forward to it,” to “I must play this immediately,” and now that I have a copy, I didn’t even want to come up for air to write this article today, I just want to keep playing.

It really is just that damn good.

This is going to be a game that’s a little tough to talk about given that you don’t want to spoil pretty much any story details at all. You’re Kratos, now with a beard, you have a son. You now live in a realm with Norse gods instead of Greek ones. There are…threats. That’s about all I feel I can say. I don’t even want to talk about the reveal about five minutes into the game, because it’s a fairly poignant moment on its own, even if it’s the genesis for the entire central quest. You’ll just have to experience it for yourself.

What I can talk about is how absolutely stunning this game is. It’s a visual delight, and right up there with Horizon Zero Dawn and Uncharted 4 in terms of its gorgeous world creation, possibly even surpassing them during some specific moments. I’m playing in “performance” mode which prioritizes framerate over resolution, but it doesn’t matter, it still looks incredible regardless.

The “gimmick” of the game works extremely well. I’m talking about how the game, the entire game, is one single camera shot, following you all 15-25 hours, depending on your playtime, without a single cut or loading screen. “Cutscenes” are woven directly into gameplay, even if control is temporarily taken away from you, but there are no true cuts, and the entire game is essentially one sequence. What you sacrifice for this is the ability to fast-travel anywhere very easily. There are portals that connect a few areas, but you have to walk into them, then walk through a “realm between realms” limbo, then exit a door, again, the camera remaining fixed on Kratos the whole time. It’s a trick to load these different areas I’m sure, but it can make returning to old areas just a little bit daunting. Still, I wouldn’t trade traditional fast-travel for the “one-shot” concept, in the end, as it’s a big part of the game’s charm.

God of War

Combat was where things could have gone off the rails here, but God of War remains fully on track, and most importantly perhaps, it still feels like a God of War game. The Leviathan Axe will allow you to never miss the Blades of Chaos after you use it for five minutes. It is, almost literally, Thor’s hammer, where you can throw it, and summon it back to your hand in an instant, cleaving through enemies both ways. After eight hours it still never gets old when the axe flies back from half a mile away and lands in your hand with a thump. This is still very much a hack and slash game, and it hasn’t lost that God of War spirit. It might be a little less gratuitously violent than past games, but not by much, and only because the enemies Kratos is cleaving in half are often lava or ice monsters, rather than flesh and blood. But I think there are enough brutal kills to shut the mouths of fans that have accused Sony Santa Monica of going soft with this new installment.

The game is softer, in some senses, but in ways which work to its benefit. I’m speaking mainly of its overall plot and character development, where previously Kratos would flat out murder 99% of all characters he would meet, but here, we actually become grudging allies, bordering on friends, with many characters in the world. Kratos remains gruff to be sure, but he’s not consumed by rage at all times, which makes him a much more well-developed character, particularly as he learns how to properly parent his son throughout the course of this journey.

Atreus, your son, is another reason God of War works so well. His presence allows Kratos to actually converse with another human throughout the course of the game rather than just screaming at those he’s about to kill. Atreus is everything Kratos is not, curious, hyper-intelligent, friendly and often times, sensitive. But he’s still a wizard in combat, and works from a gameplay perspective as well as this isn’t an “escort” quest where you’ll have to constantly protect or revive him or even help him through puzzles like in The Last of Us. He’s essentially an extension of Kratos himself in combat. As such, after mastering a few basic axe skills, I’ve found that investing in Atreus and his bow is an incredibly good idea, given how useful he can be in a fight, at higher levels doing a solid amount of damage to enemies on your command, and stunning them for execution finishers. At this point, I think I’ve invested more XP in Atreus than I have Kratos, despite the fact that you almost never directly control him.

God of War

All of this combines into an experience I can only describe so far as wondrous. My only complaint would be that this world is so large with so many secrets, that it seems like it’s going to be a bit painful to hunt them all down, particularly with a lack of real fast-travel, which can make back-tracking something of an annoyance. But perhaps as time goes on it will be easier to traverse the map. I didn’t even get an objective compass until probably four hours into the game, and saw my first portal an hour after that, so you never really know how things will evolve.

I do feel like I’m witnessing something truly special here. I am simply amazed what Sony Santa Monica has been able to do with a series that seemed like it was running on empty, with Kratos killing every god and mythological figure in Olympus. But I’m glad to see that this sequel is more complex and intricate than simply “Kratos murders every Norse god now.” It’s a transformation not just of gameplay and worldbuilding, but also Kratos himself, which is something I did not see coming.

I don’t know what the next portion of the game holds. My upgrade trees tell me I’m getting pretty far, but I know there’s a lot I’ve missed in the world, and I genuinely have no idea how much story is left to tell. But at this point, I don’t want it to end, and I can’t wait for everyone else to get to play this.

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God of War

I managed to get my hands on my very own copy of God of War yesterday, later than those with true review copies that have now made the game one of the highest-scoring titles in recent memory, but earlier than those still forced to wait until release. I’ve got about a week with God of War until it comes out, and after sinking in roughly eight hours yesterday alone, I feel like I’m definitely on pace to beat it before launch.

When reviews dropped, my thoughts about God of War shifted to “yeah sure, I’m looking forward to it,” to “I must play this immediately,” and now that I have a copy, I didn’t even want to come up for air to write this article today, I just want to keep playing.

It really is just that damn good.

This is going to be a game that’s a little tough to talk about given that you don’t want to spoil pretty much any story details at all. You’re Kratos, now with a beard, you have a son. You now live in a realm with Norse gods instead of Greek ones. There are…threats. That’s about all I feel I can say. I don’t even want to talk about the reveal about five minutes into the game, because it’s a fairly poignant moment on its own, even if it’s the genesis for the entire central quest. You’ll just have to experience it for yourself.

What I can talk about is how absolutely stunning this game is. It’s a visual delight, and right up there with Horizon Zero Dawn and Uncharted 4 in terms of its gorgeous world creation, possibly even surpassing them during some specific moments. I’m playing in “performance” mode which prioritizes framerate over resolution, but it doesn’t matter, it still looks incredible regardless.

The “gimmick” of the game works extremely well. I’m talking about how the game, the entire game, is one single camera shot, following you all 15-25 hours, depending on your playtime, without a single cut or loading screen. “Cutscenes” are woven directly into gameplay, even if control is temporarily taken away from you, but there are no true cuts, and the entire game is essentially one sequence. What you sacrifice for this is the ability to fast-travel anywhere very easily. There are portals that connect a few areas, but you have to walk into them, then walk through a “realm between realms” limbo, then exit a door, again, the camera remaining fixed on Kratos the whole time. It’s a trick to load these different areas I’m sure, but it can make returning to old areas just a little bit daunting. Still, I wouldn’t trade traditional fast-travel for the “one-shot” concept, in the end, as it’s a big part of the game’s charm.

God of War

Combat was where things could have gone off the rails here, but God of War remains fully on track, and most importantly perhaps, it still feels like a God of War game. The Leviathan Axe will allow you to never miss the Blades of Chaos after you use it for five minutes. It is, almost literally, Thor’s hammer, where you can throw it, and summon it back to your hand in an instant, cleaving through enemies both ways. After eight hours it still never gets old when the axe flies back from half a mile away and lands in your hand with a thump. This is still very much a hack and slash game, and it hasn’t lost that God of War spirit. It might be a little less gratuitously violent than past games, but not by much, and only because the enemies Kratos is cleaving in half are often lava or ice monsters, rather than flesh and blood. But I think there are enough brutal kills to shut the mouths of fans that have accused Sony Santa Monica of going soft with this new installment.

The game is softer, in some senses, but in ways which work to its benefit. I’m speaking mainly of its overall plot and character development, where previously Kratos would flat out murder 99% of all characters he would meet, but here, we actually become grudging allies, bordering on friends, with many characters in the world. Kratos remains gruff to be sure, but he’s not consumed by rage at all times, which makes him a much more well-developed character, particularly as he learns how to properly parent his son throughout the course of this journey.

Atreus, your son, is another reason God of War works so well. His presence allows Kratos to actually converse with another human throughout the course of the game rather than just screaming at those he’s about to kill. Atreus is everything Kratos is not, curious, hyper-intelligent, friendly and often times, sensitive. But he’s still a wizard in combat, and works from a gameplay perspective as well as this isn’t an “escort” quest where you’ll have to constantly protect or revive him or even help him through puzzles like in The Last of Us. He’s essentially an extension of Kratos himself in combat. As such, after mastering a few basic axe skills, I’ve found that investing in Atreus and his bow is an incredibly good idea, given how useful he can be in a fight, at higher levels doing a solid amount of damage to enemies on your command, and stunning them for execution finishers. At this point, I think I’ve invested more XP in Atreus than I have Kratos, despite the fact that you almost never directly control him.

God of War

All of this combines into an experience I can only describe so far as wondrous. My only complaint would be that this world is so large with so many secrets, that it seems like it’s going to be a bit painful to hunt them all down, particularly with a lack of real fast-travel, which can make back-tracking something of an annoyance. But perhaps as time goes on it will be easier to traverse the map. I didn’t even get an objective compass until probably four hours into the game, and saw my first portal an hour after that, so you never really know how things will evolve.

I do feel like I’m witnessing something truly special here. I am simply amazed what Sony Santa Monica has been able to do with a series that seemed like it was running on empty, with Kratos killing every god and mythological figure in Olympus. But I’m glad to see that this sequel is more complex and intricate than simply “Kratos murders every Norse god now.” It’s a transformation not just of gameplay and worldbuilding, but also Kratos himself, which is something I did not see coming.

I don’t know what the next portion of the game holds. My upgrade trees tell me I’m getting pretty far, but I know there’s a lot I’ve missed in the world, and I genuinely have no idea how much story is left to tell. But at this point, I don’t want it to end, and I can’t wait for everyone else to get to play this.

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