#attac glasses

[scatterpatter]

heeheeHOOHOO i made my artfight thumbnail for my attacs this year >:3c with added Jettwins to see how it'd look with an actual image on it

[honeybeedrabble]

can u write a sdv three way smut with elliot and harvey x reader can it include an eiffel tower k thanks

OMG !! MY FIRST SDV ASK !! absolutely.

Sweet Summer 9: AFAB!reader x Elliot x Harvey

CW: inside joke, "cannon" typical violence/pain via smile attack, oral (M and F recieving), eiffel tower, unprotected piv (dont be stupid, wrap it up guys), hair pulling, cream pie (WRAP. IT. UP.) lmk what I missed.

As the new farmer, you had your work cut out for you. Summer had just started a little over a week ago and you were SPENT. With the brutal task of having to fish, forage, farm and mine, all so you could rebuild the community house, it was only natural you were so tired.

One afternoon you were going around CinderSap Forest, rummaging for forage-ables, desperately needing to find a grape anywhere you could. While scavenging a little too close to the secret forest, a slime had come outside and attacked you.

“Shit!” You yelped, jumping back as it shot a dart at your thigh. You rummaged through your bag as it knocked you back, slowly moving towards you with a patronizing pace. You drew your silver saber and sliced through the green creature with ease. You rolled yours eyes as it splat to the ground, slime oozing out of it you could collect for later.

You knelt down to examine your wound, touching the slimy secretion of the poison dart and winced in pain. You cursed yourself for wearing shorts, regardless of how hot it was today. You threw your bag on the ground, digging through it with an increasing anxiety as you couldn’t find a snack to tie you over.

“God dammit!” You threw your bag at a nearby hardwood stump, holding your head in your hands as you pouted at your own stupidity. With a heavy sigh you reached for your bag and got up on your feet, legs tensing up under the effects of the dart. You hobbled out of the forest, taking a few breaks every now and then as you approached town.

As you got closer and closer to the towns clinic, you saw Maru walk out, still in uniform. She saw you approaching rapidly and held the door open for you, a worried look on her face.

“What it is hoe? Everything okay?” She asked, her face curling into an amused smirk. She watched as you clutched your thigh.

“No… I was in the forest and I got fucked up by a slime…” you blushed, embarrassed to admit the small defeat from the green monster. Maru giggled.

“I’ve heard your stories, from killing skeletons to annihilating shadow brutes and yet you get hurt by a slime? You’re one hell of a farmer.” She laughed, readjusting her glasses. You lightheartedly laughed back.

“Well Ms. Scientist, I’d like to see you out there showing off your swordsmanship.” You leaned against the doorway.

“I’d never be carrying something so heavy in a life or death situation, i’d probably have some device to do the work for me.” She said, matter-of-factly with that signature smirk plastered to her face.

“Well when I sell of my crops to Pierre this harvest I’ll buy one off of you.”

“Sounds good. Look, I’m going on my break right now but go ahead and take a seat in the waiting room, Harvey’s a little busy.” She said, still holding the door. You nodded and headed inside, the door shutting behind you.

It felt like forever, sitting in that room all alone while your leg felt like it was threatening to fall off. You writhed in agony, a few grunts and groans spilling out of your lips while you sat in the blue chairs.

“Fuck this bullshit,” You sneered through a clenched jaw, stumbling to the double doors and down the hall to Dr. Harvey’s office. You threw open the door, clutching your thigh so tight your nails could’ve broke skin.

“WHAT THE!-“ The man seated on the bed yelled, clutching a white blanket to his waist, eyes widened with shock. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!” He yelped, face red. Harvey turned around from the cabinets looking you up and down.

“Y-Your leg!” He stared at your thigh, the skin around your wound was red and your face didn’t hide the pain from the attack. “Elliot, would you please get off from the table? The farmer needs urgent medical attention!” His voice was stressed, looking through a cabinet quickly.

“B-But Harvey… I’m indecent…” he blushed, clutching the sheet tightly.

“Listen Elliot, stop messing around…” You groaned, leaning against the other side of the examination table. Elliot got up, quickly wrapping the sheet around his waist as you soon took his spot on the bed. Harvey placed a hand around the wound, a clear substance seeping out.

“It was a slime, wasn’t it?” He asked, wiping the sludge off with a cotton ball.

“How’d you know?” You asked, still clenching your jaw in pain.

“I’ve seen this before. We need to get this out ASAP." He started to squeeze the wound, you yelled in agony, the wound feeling like it was going to burst.

“Stop!” You swatted his hand away. He looked at you with a furrowed brow.

“Listen, I’ve got to get this fluid out before I treat it anymore.”

“No squeezing! It feels like you’re trying to pop the worlds biggest pimple!” You clutched the wound again, looking down at it with worry. Harvey’s hand went to his hair in stress.

“Okay, okay… calm down.” He said, mostly to himself. He took a deep breath. “I need to get some life elixir from the back but before I do I need to get this out of you one way or another. So if you want my help you’re going to have to cooperate.”

“Anything,” you nodded, desperate for alleviation.

“Elliot,” Harvey turned to him. He looked over to Harvey, his eyes blown wide. “You’re going to need to help.”

“Who me? I’m not a doctor, I don’t even know how to give CPR!”

“Elliot please, I’ll just need you to do a simple favor while I look for the elixir.”

“I-I… I don’t know…” He was nervous.

“Elliot please! I swear if you help me out I’ll get you 20 pomegranates next season,” You sighed, looking up at him. His face suddenly brightened before returning to a stoic expression. He nodded, then looked back at Harvey.

“What do you need me to do, Doctor?”

“I know this is a strange request but it has to be done.” Harvey had turned around, grabbing a small cup and handing it to Elliot. “While I go looking for the medicine, I’m going to need you to… to suck out the poison…” Harvey said. Elliot’s eyes widened.

“Suck the poison out?! Are you crazy? It’s poison, I don’t want to get sick.”

“The poison will only effect you if it gets into your bloodstream. As long as you don’t have any cuts or wounds on the inside of your mouth you’ll be safe. Just suck it out and spit it into here and don’t. swallow. it.” Harvey handed him a small cup of water, then turned and bolted over to the door and out, leaving you and Elliot alone.

“Are you okay with this?” Elliot asked, getting down on his knees, his grasp still firm on the sheet around his hips.

“Yes just… please.” You sighed, tears starting to well up. He nodded, silently reminding himself of the promise you made him.

He grabbed your thigh and maneuvered you to the edge of the bed, holding your hips in place. He lowered his lips on the wound and gently sucked the tender skin. You whined, squirming in his grasp. He brought his head up then grabbed the cup, spitting the liquid into it.

“Be still, I need to have you just like this if I’m going to be useful.” He said, his hand returning to your hip. He put his lips to your thigh again and you shuddered, a slight tickle going up your leg. You squirmed again and he sighed.

“If you can’t sit still then at least hold the cup so I can spit it in.” He bargained. You nodded, taking the cup from him and holding it at your hip.

His head ducked down, lips returning once again to your leg. You tried to hold back a breathy sigh, but failed when he started sucking. His warm mouth on your sensitive skin was beyond soothing, it felt almost euphoric. Feeling his plush lips cradle your wound made you feel like your eyes were going to roll back, you clenched them shut. He looked up at you through his long eyelashes, then returned to your leg, getting as much liquid out before spitting into the cup.

Your face was red and your legs twitched as he kept working on your injury, a strain of embarrassing whimpers escaping you every so often. His soft lips clung to your thigh, his fingers digging into your hip absentmindedly. Elliot made the fatal flaw of having. tongue dip out, running along your sensitive skin. Your eyes shot open, his hot tongue raking along your thigh, teasing you of what was just out of reach. This game you both knew was torture, Elliot deduced to only being able to suckle your sweet skin, the sheet covering him for modesty threatening to fall off.

Your hand holding the cup of water set it aside and your hand rested in his long hair. He smirked, licking a stripe along the flesh of your inner thigh. You gave up on stifling your moans and let one slip freely from your mouth. He then licked higher up your leg, his teeth grazing your upper thigh. Your hips bucked, the water beside you almost tipping over. Elliot looked up.

“What did I say about staying still, hm?” He reached for the water, taking some in his mouth and sloshing it around before spitting that into the cup, washing his mouth out.

“S…Sorry I-“ You panted, watching as his head ducked down and his lips attacked your thigh. He licked higher and higher up, his grip intensified as you kept moving against your will.

A soft moan escaped your lips, your core fighting as you watched the beautiful man between your thighs reach up to your waistband and and unbutton your shorts. He slid them off of you, your panties coming down with them and his mouth watered at the sight of your slick folds.

“All of this for me?” He purred, licking up your inner thigh and stopping right at your folds. You bit your lip, looking at the door, hoping the doctor wouldn’t come in and see you in such a compromising position.

“Y-Yeah…” you muttered. Elliot quickly grabbed your asscheeks and dove his head into your pussy, tasting your sweet juices and lapping at your sensitive clit.

You yelped, toes curling and your fingers tangled in his long auburn hair. He let out a few gutteral moans, his nails sinking into your plush cheeks, kneading your ass in his large hands. Your legs started to shake while he ate you out. Your own fingers started pulling on his hair, more beautiful moans were let out from the soft lips that were kissing and licking at your glistening folds.

The door flung open and you both whipped your head over to see Harvey standing inside, eyes wide and mouth agape.

"D-Doctor!" Elliot stammered nervously, standing up and stumbling back against the countertops, knocking over jars of cottonballs and gauze. You were eye level with his massive erection, precum staining the white sheet around his hips a sheer white, his pink-ish brown tip visable from the other side. The blanket teased sliding off his hips, his cum gutters on display for the room. You felt flustered, fully examining his toned body and soft skin.

Suddenly you felt your hair pulled into a pony tail from behind, snapped out of the hypnotized trance you were stuck in. You were pulled back and Harvey looked down at you, a pink bottle in his other hand. You maneuvered your body around to face him on the bed, your ass to Elliot.

Harvey had your hair grasped firmly, ever so slightly having your head tilted up to him, staring up at him through your lashes. His eyes were blown with lust as he tipped the pink bottle of life elixir to your plump lips.

"Say ah," he said, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he peered at you from over his lenses. Your jaw hung loose and your pink tongue slipped out, producing a small "ahh" for the doctor.

"Drink." He commanded with a sultry, deep voice, tilting the bottle and watching the sweet liquid flow down your throat, his hand still grasping your hair. You drank the medicine looking up at him, palming the erection growing in his pants. Harvey let out a small grunt, watching as your voice box bobbed up and down with each king gulp.

You felt familiar hands grab at your ass, a slender finger running up and down your folds before sinking deep into your wet cunt. You almost choked on the last bit of the medicine as you let out a whine, Elliot behind you.

“Seems like you need me, hmm?” He asked, his long finger curling inside of you and hitting your spongey g spot that had you dripping into his palm.

Harvey loosened up on your make shift pony tail, his large veiny hand unbuttoning his pants and opening up his zipper for you to admire his length from behind his plaid boxers. You quickly pulled both waist bands down his hips and watched as his member sprung out. You felt Elliot’s finger withdraw from your cunt, the sound of the sheet around his hips hitting the floor had you clench around nothing.

“Be good for me and open that mouth of your again,” Harvey instructed, his pornstache tilting as his lips were pulled into a cocky smirk.

You opened your mouth just like you did for the pink bottle, except this time the liquid seeping out was salty rather than sweet. His girth was rather hefty, your jaw already felt sore as he slowly pushed your head down his length using your hair as leverage. You let out a soft noise, tongue running along a vein that ran down the underside of his length.

Just then, you felt the smooth head of Elliot’s cock gently part you, eliciting a high pitched whine from the back of your throat. Harvey let out a gutteral groan, choking on his own reaction. He twitched in the back of your throat and the feeling sent a shiver down your spine as Elliot continued to thrust into you.

“Beautiful…” he sighed, his hands landing softly, yet firmly on your hips. He tenderly ran a hand along the small of your back, bending down to place a soft kiss at the base of your neck. He watched as you sucked off Harvey and nipped gently at your ear. You clenched around his length and the strained grunt he let out had you seeing stars.

Harvey’s eyes glazed over as he gently cupped your cheek in his palm, thumb caressing your cheekbone. Your drool dribbled down the length of his hard dick, his scent filling your lungs while you slowly began to get more comfortable with his cock. He watched as you kept getting more and more used to what you were working with, the agonizing pace had him throbbing inside your hot mouth, desperate for more. He lightly thrusted his hips deeper into you, stopping when he heard a soft gag. He let you move at your own pace, he couldn’t bare to stop the amazing progress you already made.

You finally took him balls deep in your throat, Elliot rewarding you with soft kisses on your neck while his own hips started to sway back and forth, cock nestling deeper inside of you.

“Such a good job.” Elliot praised, standing back up to join hands with Harvey above their heads.

The two looked down at you from opposite ends, their temples next to each other as Harvey watched Elliot’s cock disappear inside of you and as Elliot watched the way your soft lips wrapped around Harvey’s length. The moans filled the room, along with the sounds of gentle gags from your hollowed cheeks and wet, slapping skin against skin.

Each of Elliot’s powerful thrusts had you pushing up against the deliciously large cock in your throat, Harvey talking you through it.

“Don’t forget to breathe, I know it’s good but we can’t have you passing out on us,” he’d coo, before spitting out a dirty: “Take it, take it deeper… shit. The mouth on this one… fuck you suck some good cock.”

You felt so full, your senses crowded by the men who were using you from both ends. Insides twisting as you were made to be their fuck doll. You felt Harvey’s thumb on your cheek reassuringly caressing you, your drool pooling down your chin and onto your shirt.

“Look at you… such a dirty little farmer, aren’t you?” Harvey teased, his face red as you let him fuck your throat.

You felt your orgasm building up sooner than expected, with the view from the front and the sensation from the back you weren’t at all surprised. Your body felt molten hot, repeatedly whimpering around Harvey’s sensitive tip. Electricity ran through your spine, orgasm crashing over you as your tight cunt was being jackhammered perfectly by the man raw dogging you from behind. You arched your back as you came on Elliot’s cock, mewling desperately around Harvey, the taste of cum soon flooding your mouth as your struggled to swallow every drop.

“Shit- that’s it. It’s too good, I-I- ngh!” Harvey blabbered, cock pulsing as he flowed down your pretty throat.

You clenched around Elliot, lost in his own symphony of moans and delightful noises that echoed throughout the small office. He wanted to pull out but he couldn’t possibly tear himself away from your sweet pussy, thick ropes of cum shooting out from his hard cock and deep into your drenched, velvety walls.

You gasped for air when Harvey pulled out of you, he pulled his boxers and pants back up, buttoning them with ease as he walked to the other side of the bed where Elliot stood. Elliot slowly pulled out, both men ogling how the cum poured out of your soft cunt and onto your thighs, the wound from earlier before already looking better.

“Well Elliot, everything looks good.” Harvey said nonchalantly, picking up a few papers from his countertops. “I’ll send that allergy prescription over to Pierre’s if you want or I can send you a call whenever Maru gets back and you can pick them up here.

Elliot walked over to his pile of clothes on a nearby chair and began to dress himself. “Thank you, Doctor. I think I’ll go ahead and buy them at Pierre’s if that’s alright. I have a few errands to run over there already so it’s just easier that way.”

The two men conversed with each other as if you weren’t a shaken, fucked out mess right next to them. You watched as they talked about the prescription while you tried to settle down. After a few minutes Elliot walked over and kissed you softly on the forehead.

“I’ll be expecting those pomegranates,” he smirked with a wink, running his thumb along your puffy lips. “Come over anytime, you have my key.” He soon left and Harvey sat next to you on the bed, caressing your shakey legs and kissing you softly along your jaw. You hummed blissfully, bringing him in for a soft kiss on the lips.

“Your legs seem to be shaking, is this because of the slime or because of Elliot?” He asked knowingly.

“I-I think it was Elliot,” you blushed.

“Why don’t I give you a confidential check up, huh?” He asked, kissing your plush lips. You bit his lip and he let out a sigh, his glasses sliding down further.

“Lie down and let me take care of you,” Harvey instructed, hands unbuttoning his pants again and palming his already hardening member. “Doctors orders.”

AN: sorry this took so long i lost this fic in google doc, but it wasn’t in google doc ?? so i checked word ?!?!! not there either. turns out it was already in my drafts 💀💀

[theprettynosferatu]

Note: This is not a kink story, it's a psychological horror story. Still, I hope you'll enjoy it! The character of Shaun was created by hTheconqueror.

I

Beyond the door, the party rages on. Shaun wants to go back, desires it with the kind of longing women expressed in letters to their boyfriends at war, long, long ago. Instead, he looks at the mirror. The bags under his eyes. The stubble. The sheen of insomnia and alcohol coating his eyes. He feels as if he wears his sins on his very skin. How others can look at him and not notice them is a mystery to him. 

Lucille would notice them, if she saw him. She wouldn’t say a thing, of course. But she would give him The Look: that silent judgment their parents had perfected and passed on to their golden child, their pretty, demure, perfect daughter. Shaun could see her in his mind, head down in the books, taking notes, repeating out loud the key points of the topic at hand. He feels his chest tightening, his feet growing cold, something like a slug crawling up his spine. He should be doing the same thing. He should have devoted more time to his studies, to avoid the need of a late term crunch. He shouldn’t be at a party. 

He tries to push the guilt away. What good will it do now? He’s here. He should be enjoying himself, like everyone else out there. Way to go, kiddo. Locked in a stranger’s bathroom, not doing what you should do, not doing what you want to do- or what you think you want to do to avoid facing what you should do. Fucking grand champion you are. The thoughts come to him unbidden, solid like stones. Well, let he who is without sin cast the first one. Shaun sure as Hell isn’t without sin, but that doesn’t keep him from stoning himself. Do the voices sound more like his parents or his sister, he wonders. 

He knows he’s spiraling. And the only way to keep it from getting even worse is to ignore it all. Get out there, try to regain some of that enjoyment, of that being-in-the-moment. Yes, ignore everything. That has worked so, so well.

Fuck it. There’s a party out there, and Shaun intends to enjoy himself. He takes a deep breath, counts to five. Exhales, counting to eight. Waits for a count of three. Inhales again, repeats the process until he feels like something close to himself. The door handle reminds him of the coat of sweat on his palms, but he chooses to ignore it. He can fake it until the pleasure becomes real again, the laughter sincere.

The smell of weed is almost overpowering, even with the windows cracked open. He wishes, just for a moment, that he could partake in that particular vice. It feels so seductive to just smoke his worries away. To let go of his own need to keep a grip on things. But he knows he won’t do it. There are sins and there are sins and his family has put the fear of God and Drugs deep inside him from birth. Just getting drunk is a transgression he knows he’ll pay for in both hangover and shame soon enough. He suspects he might be getting a contact high for a moment, before remembering that his stupid brain doesn’t need chemical assistance to go into full alert for no reason.

And Shaun is certainly going into full alert. Like machine gun fire, details and sensations batter down his senses. The way a ring sparkles, reflecting the cheap LED strips that provide so-called “ambiance” to the house party. How a girl to his left lets loose a little sort of yelp every time she laughs. Slightly crooked glasses frames on running makeup. One of the speakers failing, distorting the high-end of the music. The scent of butane from a guy playing with a lighter. An amorous couple in a dark corner, his face buried in her neck. The taste in the air of slightly charred brownies. Everything is too near. Too clear, and at the same time, slightly warped, as if coming to him from behind a subtle veil. 

Then the battle begins. Shaun would welcome the distraction, if only the intruder’s shirt wasn’t a hideous Hawaiian mess of clashing colors that is, in itself, an attack on everyone watching in general and Shaun in particular. The Man in the Shirt is arguing with the frattish kid manning the laptop and blasting the kind of music that commands the listener to dance and have the night of their lives. Some wasted chick tries to ride in aid of the poor, besieged DJ. One of her stockings has run down to her mid-thigh. Shirt Man seems to be shouting. Shaun half-wishes he could know what he’s saying, while part of him is grateful for the distance sheltering him from both words and the full effect of The Shirt. Eventually Shirt Man prevails, and DJ Kid cuts his losses. Shaun feels like he’s melding with the wall. 

Shirt Man seems to have interesting tastes. All his songs seem to be from between 1982 and 2001, no further. The crowd is most certainly not feeling it. Shaun feels invisible, watching just as a scientist would observe a primitive tribe. No one dares challenge Shirt Man, who appears to be getting more and more angry at the people’s lack of enthusiasm for his musical selection. Shirt Man’s eyes scour the living room, studying every reaction. When they set on Shaun, a chill goes down his legs and he looks down. Don’t look at me, Shirt Man. I can’t stand to be looked at right now. Focus on your own shit, man. People are leaving.

Shaun decides to leave as well. It feels like defeat. Unable to do productive things. Unable to relax like a normal goddamn person. Failure. His exit has the taste of punishment- not by the hand of God but by his own, shaped and molded by God’s rules. Or his parents’ rules. Same thing, really. 

Outside, the moon appears to watch him with bemused indifference as he walks back to his apartment.  

II

After three sleepless nights, Shaun decides he hates the sun, that unblinking eye, like God’s gaze, casting light on his every sin. He knows it’s irrational, but he can swear there’s a mark on him, a malaise that everyone can see. He’s stained, polluted. Broken.

He wants to tell everyone to stop looking at him. He wants to punch his roommate Raul for putting him in this situation. A walk would be good for you, man. Yeah, right. 

He’s being unfair. He knows it. Raul is worried. Shaun wishes Raul would just leave him the fuck alone. But then again, what good would that do? Three days of supposed crunch, and nothing to show for it. Every second brings him closer to a final deadline that looms, in his mind, with the mortifying certainty of death. He knows it’s not a life or death situation. He wishes he could convince his chest of that fact, but his heart keeps pounding away in a mad frenzy.

Everything around him feels unreal. Distant. The street is a mess of color and movement with no meaning. His steps lead him nowhere. He wants to be inside, anywhere with four walls and a roof- like a womb, or a safe bubble. But he knows the instant he finds a place, he will feel claustrophobic, with every nerve ending screaming to get out. No peace indoors. No peace outdoors. Sweating like a condemned man walking up the gallows.

Insomnia is one hell of a mindfuck, he thinks. Hours spent reading books, only to not recall anything except a phrase here, a fragmented piece of a diagram there, half a definition of a term he should know, but can’t recall. A waste of time. Unable to sleep. Unable to be productive. Utterly useless. Even his perception is misfiring- startled by something moving right at the edge of his vision. Something that isn’t there. At least out in the sun he’s not scaring himself to death with imaginary phantoms. No, he’s scaring himself to death with real people, looking at him, seeing him in all his pathetic mediocrity. Oh, stop feeling sorry for yourself. So you have a final. Boo-fucking-hoo. There’s people out there with real problems. What right do you have to collapse over a task so simple your sister could do it without breaking a sweat? She has been through shit too, you know. And you don’t see her fucking up her life- and you, bucko, are fucking up big time.

Ice-cream. The thought appears like a raft in the middle of a storm. If anything has remained true in Shaun’s life, is that ice-cream makes everything better. Despite all the changes, despite moving across the world with his family, despite his constant shortcomings as a person… ice-cream is always there.

He looks at the list on the wall. The ice-cream parlor feels small. Oppressive. The words seem to slide right off him. None of the flavors seem appetizing in the slightest. Shaun tries to remember what each of those words tastes like, tries to figure out what he wants. What the fuck does he want? Shit, shit, the line is moving too fast. The girl behind the counter looks bored out of her mind. Don’t look at me. Don’t see me. Don’t see my failure. 

He ends up ordering almond chocolate, just because it was his favorite as a kid, more as a reflexive action than a real choice. Anything to get out of there. Anything to get away from the girl’s eyes.

He’s eating ice-cream on a park bench. Alone. It tastes like nothing. His mind keeps racing as he devours the treat, not taking the time to enjoy it. Not that there’s anything to enjoy. It’s just… ice-cream. How stupid is he? Why did he think ice-cream would solve anything? How pathetic he must look, he figures. Eating his sad little ice-cream by himself. People must pity him. He can almost feel their disdain as they walk by. He deserves it. He deserves their scorn.

Well, great job, Ice-Cream Boy. You can’t even relax right. Let’s add this to the ever-growing list of your failures, shall we?

It sure feels like a failure. Shaun wonders back home, trying not to look at people’s faces. Maybe he’ll be able to nap, he figures. Yes. A nap would fix him. And after that, he could truly buckle down and study. That’s the ticket.

He wishes he could believe it.

III

A restless, half-sleep. Exhaustion closes Shaun’s eyes. Before he knows it they spring open, his heart beating as if he’s falling into an endless, merciless void. He’s sweating. His sheets feel like a thousand hands suffocating him. He tries to take slow, calming breaths. He puts on relaxing meditation videos on his laptop. He tries to push it all down, to go back to something resembling normalcy. His eyes close and he drifts to sleep, only to wake up again with a scream stuck in his throat. He realizes he’s too tired to actually scream, even if he wanted to. Time gets fragmented. A wink can take an hour. An hour can feel like a week. Blood rushes through his veins. He needs to escape, but there’s nothing chasing him, nowhere to run to. Anywhere he goes, he will be there. He can’t escape himself. The thoughts come to him, taunting him. Birds start chirping outside, announcing the dawn to come. He hates them. They sing his sleepless night. They mock his failure to sleep. He sits up, shaking. It’s there again, just… there, at the edge of sight- some blur of clashing colors that vanishes as soon as he tries to focus on it. There’s nothing there, boy. Your mind is too tired to make sense. You can’t trust that rusty tangle of cables you call a brain.

Part of him wishes Raul would wake up. Wishes he could tell him how fucked up he’s feeling. Wishes his roommate will somehow find the exact words to make it all better. Oh, you sound like a kid longing for mommy. How pathetic can you get? As the first rays of sunlight slither through the window, he gets up. He needs to be out of his room. Anywhere else will be better. Oh, you idiot. Anywhere is the same. He shambles down the hall, collapses on the couch. Broken. Broken. Broken. The word gets stuck in his head, an endless loop shutting out all hope. The ice is cracking, little broken boy. You’re going under.

“Hey. Did you sleep on the couch?”

Shaun wishes that was the truth. Raul is looking at him with a degree of concern that feels both frightening and somehow insulting, like Shaun is transparent, all his fucked up thoughts plain to see. Don’t. Look. At. Me.

“No. I just… I…”

“Hey. Shaun. It’s okay. Did you manage to get any sleep? At all?”

“No.”

“Shit.”

The silence grows heavy between them. Maybe it’s a male thing, Shaun half-thinks. Maybe Raul is particularly ill-equipped to help. Maybe Shaun was deluded in his desperate hope. His friend won’t help. He can’t help. No one can help.

“I think… there’s something wrong.”, Shaun manages to get out with a shivering voice.

“Well, of course. I… Maybe you can just not turn in that final… it wouldn’t be, you know, great, but it wouldn’t be the end of the world. Maybe you’ll have to retake that course, but…”

“It’s not just the final.” Shaun says, oddly feeling the absence of an anger he knows he would normally feel. “It’s something else. Something… I don’t know how to explain it…”

“Just do your best, man. Lay it on me.”

“I think I might be going crazy.”

“That’s a big, you know, like a big-big statement”

“Yeah. I know, but…”

“And not sleeping is not always a sign of madness, right?”

“Sure. Whatever. Raul, listen. It’s not just the insomnia, okay? I’m being serious. I’m… seeing something.”

“Something? Seeing what?”

“I… I don’t fucking know, ok? It’s just, like… a blur of swirling, clashing colors, except they’re not there if I look at them. I know I’m making zero sense, but… I don’t know how else to describe it. It’s this color that’s not a color, and it’s watching me. I feel how… petty it is. How cruel. And it’s always looking at me, always there, all night, just… watching.”

Raul is scared now. It’s obvious to Shaun, no matter how much his friend tries to hide it. Eyes darting around the room. His tell-tale leg bouncing. He’s afraid. Not of Shaun, not of the being haunting him, but for Shaun. It feels worse than anything else, and yet even the self-pity Shaun experiences is strangely… dull. Like a shadow of a feeling. 

“Look, man, just… stay here, okay? Rest up. I have to… I have to go to work, but when I come back we’ll figure it out. I think I have some pills somewhere that…”

“No pills, please. I…”

“What, could they make you feel worse? How? Look, they’re just normal anxiety pills. A lot of people take them every now and then. You need to sleep, man!”

Shaun can’t fight him. He shakes on the couch as Raul opens drawers and looks inside bags, until he announces his triumph with exaggerated, theatrical gestures. Shaun figures Raul is trying to pretend things aren’t so bad, and failing badly at it. Fine. Pills it is.

Raul leaves. Shaun shakes, covered in sweat. The pills kick in quickly, sending him into more restless not-sleep. He blinks hours away. He wants to scream and cry and end it all. The only thing he can do is stay there, on that damn couch, shaking.

IV

A hand on his foot rips him from a nightmare. There’s a mixture of feelings inside Shaun: a faraway, muted safety, almost as if that single hand was the one thing holding him together lest his chest explode; at the same time, a profound misery and some remnants of anger try to surface once he realizes who the hand belongs to.

“Hey.”, says his sister.

“Why are you here?”, is all Shaun can muster. Rude. Petty. Pathetic. Lucille should be acing tests. She should be doing whatever it is perfect fucking people do. Instead, his sorry state has brought her here. Wasting her time. She really is wasting her time, isn’t she? You’re not worth her time.

“Raul texted me. Said you were sick- didn’t go into detail but he seemed really freaked out. Did you see a doctor?”

“I’m not sick. I’m… I’m not okay, but I’m not sick. No point in seeing a doctor. They wouldn’t be able to help.”

“Okay… it’s a… psychological issue. So what? There are doctors for that too, you know. And… I mean, do you want to talk about it?”

“What’s the time?”

“Sorry?”

“What time is it, Lucille? Is it night already? I have no fucking notion of… it’s just… the fucking pill Raul gave me, it made me all loopy. I’ll… I’ll be fine, okay? But… is it night?”

“Why? What happens at night?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know. But it’s worse at night. The thing, it- nevermind.”

“The thing? What thing? Look, I get it. You don’t want to talk about it, and you certainly don’t want to tell me about it, but there’s nothing to be ashamed of, okay? Whatever it is, whatever you’re… sensing, or seeing, or feeling… you can tell me. If you broke a leg, would you be embarrassed to see a doctor? This is the same. The brain is an organ and it can-”

“Look, Lucille, I appreciate it. I do. But I’m not dealing with a bone here. People don’t… you know, when you have a cast on your leg. And anyway Raul should be home soon so he…”

“Yeah, he, um, he’s gonna crash with some friend tonight”

You scared him. He can’t stand being near you, you crazy freak.

“Don’t worry. I’ll stay with you, if you’ll let me”, says Lucille. Oh, good. Girl is going after all the good Samaritan points. Shaun is too tired to argue, but he’s not about to spend a night with the living embodiment of everything he has failed to be. He gets up, dizzy- fucking couch. He hates the couch. Hates that he spent all day on it. Hates that Lucille saw him that way. Hates her. Hates himself. And yet only the last part feels truly real. The rest is less an emotion and more a secondhand telling of an emotion, or an emotion described by a particularly lazy narrator. A silhouette of where an emotion should be. He gestures at the fucking couch.

“You can… there. I’ll… just go to bed”

He shambles back to the room. Closes the door. He needs to be alone. He needs to rest. He needs to get his head straight, somehow. He needs to show Lucille he’s not some pitiful, crazy, charity case. If only he could calm his mind, have some proper sleep…

He’s on the bed. Did he fall? No. No, he was pushed… by… colors. Pushed by colors? That’s insane. A scream dies in his throat as a weight pins him down and a single second of pain assaults him, like syringes in his neck…

Then, peace. Simple, complete, blissful peace. His heart rate slows down. His breathing steadies. He feels as if he’s floating. Light. It’s okay. Everything is okay. Everything will be okay. His heart slows down more and more. Good. Things start going dark. That’s fine by him too. 

Suddenly, his peace is ripped away. The figure towers over him, flushed, rejoicing. Colors that slowly start making sense. The ugliest Hawaiian shirt he’s ever seen. Then, the Shirt Man smiles, his pupils like needlepoints. 

“Still not enjoying my tunes, asshole? I saw you, staring at me. Yes, you freak. Freak. I’ve felt that fucking brains of yours. Didn’t have to twist too much, didn’t I? Mr. Too-Good-For-Your-Music. Mr. Too-Classy-For-Your-Shirt. That’s what you thought, wasn’t it? What? Too sexy for this shirt? Too sexy for this shirt? Right Said Fred, ninteen-ninety-fucking-one! You uncultured swine! You fucked up freak! I barely had to break you! You were already broken! I like that you’re bro-ken…”

Shaun is too weak to move. Shirt Man is dancing. Shaun can’t tell if the creature is screaming or whispering. He seems to be doing both. Darkness crawls from the edges of his vision. He wants to scream for help. He can’t. Too tired. Too late. Failure. As usual.

“And now you die. Die-die-die! It’s shutting down. I can hear it, you know? It’s slowing down- your heart. Your breaky-achy-heart, bozo! No tomorrow… no tomorroOooow…”

Somehow his singing hits every note but the right one. Shaun can’t help but notice. It’s all so ridiculous. This is how he dies: serenaded by an off-key creep in the most offensive shirt ever manufactured. A smile almost forms on his pale lips.

“What’s so funny? I’m funny? Funny? You’re dying and you find it funny? No, no, no, you’re mocking me! Still! Still! You’re dying and you’re mocking me! So cruel! I gave you my gift of illumination! I made you see the world, feel the world how it truly is! And I’m giving you an exit! And you mock me? I give you all a boy could give you! Oh, tainted fuck! No. No, no no. I take it back! You don’t deserve an exit!”

Shirt man bites his own arm, and pushes the bloody wound on Shaun’s mouth. Shaun’s out of it, almost like he’s watching a reaction video of someone watching the scene. His lips part, almost by instinct.

“Yes! Do it! Feels good, doesn’t it? Celebrate good times, come on! Celebrate forever and ever and ever, you pathetic clown! No rest for the terminally classless!”

It’s fire. It’s a spring in the desert. It’s a lover’s caress. It’s a mother’s hug. Shaun drinks it all in. When the arm is pulled away, he convulses on the bed. Death. Finally.

“There’s nothing left to do but say goodbye…”, laughs Shirt Man.

V    

A blast to the chest. Shaun feels as if he’s having a heart attack- a feeling that vanishes as quickly as it came, leaving behind barely an afterimage as something else, something more urgent, pulses inside him. He can hear something pounding, so close, almost as if it’s beating the insides of his skull.

His eyes open and a tidal wave hits him. The moonlight shimmering on every speck of dust floating in the air around him. The breathing of the neighbor’s dog. The stench of a long-forgotten chip under the bed. It’s all too much. Too much. Shaun wants to just curl up on the ground and let everything wash over him. To just… not be there. 

But he can’t. The pounding is getting stronger. It demands something from him. What, he cannot tell- only that a scent is coming from the living room, beckoning him, conquering every other emotion until his existence is reduced to a constant, meaningless barrage of stimuli. The creaking of his soles on the floor. The almost painful coldness of the door handle. The sweet, sickly perfume of shampoo, applied earlier in the day. The glint of half-formed tears in a pair of eyes. The slushing of blood coursing through veins. And the pounding of a heart, quickly accelerating. There’s nothing else. Nothing to think, nothing to consider. No hope to stop what’s going to happen. Nothing but red.

Elation. Peace. Ecstasy. Everything he could ever want or need, the only thing that matters, that will ever matter. It comes in delightful waves, coming slower and slower to Shaun until his heavenly tranquility fades away.

She looks too white, almost hurting his eyes. Shaun can almost see how cold his sister’s body is. The almost invisible marks he left on her neck. 

No. It’s not real. Can’t be. He refuses. 

He’s standing on a street he has never seen before. How did he get here? Dazed, he looks down. The red is too bright, strident, painful. The coppery smell, overwhelming. No, it can’t be her blood. How long was he… out?

A voice sings in the distance. Where? Shaun doesn’t know. He takes one unsure step, then another. Maybe he should clean up. Maybe he should hide. Maybe he should run the other way. But the song beckons, the night awaits, the city wears a new vibrancy. Step by step, he goes deeper into the maze of alleyways, one hungry shadow among many.

His heart is not beating. He knows it. And yet he can feel the tension in his chest, like the pain from a phantom limb. He can taste his sin like tar in his mouth. He feels hollowed out, and the space of what he once was filled by the dense fog of shame. He follows the song. There’s nothing else for him to do- and part of him hopes and dreads that the silent melody will lead him to another few precious, terrible moments of sweet, red relief.

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[nessbarbecue]

I opened an Etsy shop and I’m selling these little charms!!! If they sell out I’ll order more goods!!! :D

[mysterious-animated-skulls]

More about Marie.

- Adores comics and is making her own fan webcomic on the side focusing on a series she loves. She’s a regular patron at The Tome Tomb.

- Marie’s part of Tempo’s culinary shop union. Specifically, she and other businesses / shops working with and selling food have formed an official group to support each other. Organizing shared events, fair prices, fair wages, mutual advertisement, finding local and reliable suppliers, working out menus, etc.

She was a nervous wreck the first time she attended. All of the other members were older and more experienced than her, and what could she bring to Tempo with her ice cream that wasn’t already covered by the Pepper’s restaurant?

She had an anxiety attac in the middle of the meeting and excused herself to the bathroom. Felt like she had made a huge mistake and embarrassed herself. Mr. and Mrs. Pepper went looking for and comforted her.

Once calm and returning to the meeting, the other members agreed that everything was okay. She was only in her early twenties and new at this thing. They didn’t linger on this, to remove the attention from Marie, and gave a short explanation how their union worked.

- Pepper Paradiso has milkshakes but their speciality are dishes balancing sweetness and spice.

Pinkies sells ice cream scoops over the counter. But their speciality is special menu focusing on ice cream bowls / sundaes with a pink theme, with all shades that can be worked into the sweets as the main color. This also goes for some shades of purple. Other colors / flavors are used for contrast.

There’s a lot of heart-shaped things because of the association with the color - bowls, sprinkles, silly straws, sometimes the ice creams and sorbets. For Halloween, Pinkies once made an ice cream cake that looked like a human heart for a customer’s party.

There’s the Flamingo Sundae, served in a high glass bowl. One scoop of strawberry, raspberry, dragonfruit, and cherry ice cream each, with a pink candy cane shaped to look like the neck and the head of a flamingo. It’s topped with a candied cherry and generous drizzles of strawberry syrup. The candy cane is self made.

Tangent on Halloween:

Marie has a good eye for design and color coordination. She and her three employees who make the sundae have worked out at least two special recurring bowls for Halloween that are wholly in the spirit of spooky things and very pink still. (One is a sundae that evokes a human brain.)

Recently, Lewis has requested a special ice cream cake for his birthday. Or rather, Vivi and Arthur have. He’s still recovering from his accident and bout of amnesia and needs a little bit of comfort.

He’s begun designing these cute little ghost whisps in magenta, pink, and violet, with yellow hearts on their chests. Pinkies is asked to make an ice cream cake in the shape of one of these “Deadbeats”, with some references to music.

[digitalseo1202]

iPhone Accessories You Must Try

If you're an iPhone user, there's a vast world of accessories waiting for you to explore. These accessories can enhance your iPhone experience in numerous ways, from protecting your device to expanding its capabilities. From stylish protective cases to high-quality headphones, and from portable power banks to innovative camera accessories, there's something for everyone. Whether you're a photography enthusiast, a fitness fanatic, a gamer, or simply looking to boost your productivity, iPhone accessories offer a wide range of options to cater to your unique needs and preferences. So, dive into the world of iPhone accessories and unlock the full potential of your beloved device.

Different iPhone Accessories 

Protective Cases: Protective cases are essential for safeguarding your iPhone from accidental drops and scratches. They come in various styles, including rugged, slim, and stylish designs, catering to different user preferences. Investing in a high-quality protective case not only preserves your device's pristine look but also provides peace of mind.

Screen Protectors: Screen protectors are thin, transparent layers that shield your iPhone's display from scratches and cracks. They're available in tempered glass or plastic variants. Tempered glass protectors offer superior protection while maintaining touchscreen responsiveness. These accessories are a must-have for keeping your iPhone screen flawless.

Power Banks: Power banks are lifesavers when your iPhone's battery is running low. They come in various capacities and sises, from pocket-size to high-capacity models. Some even offer wireless charging capabilities. A power bank ensures you stay connected and powered up throughout the day, whether you're traveling or on the go.

Headphones: High-quality headphones enhance your iPhone's audio experience. Noise-canceling headphones are perfect for blocking out ambient noise, while wireless earbuds provide convenience during workouts or daily commutes. Audiophiles can enjoy superior sound quality with premium headphones.

Camera Accessories: To elevate your photography game, consider camera accessories like wide-angle lenses for stunning landscapes, smartphone gimbals for stable videos, and remote shutter controls for group photos. These tools help you capture memorable moments with your iPhone.

Car Accessories: iPhone car accessories such as mounts, Bluetooth FM transmitters, and hands-free calling kits ensure a safe and convenient driving experience. They help you navigate, enjoy music, and stay connected without taking your hands off the wheel.

Wireless Chargers: Say goodbye to tangled cords with wireless charging pads and stations. These accessories are not only convenient but also stylish additions to your workspace. Magnetic wireless chargers provide secure attachment, making charging hassle-free.

External Storage: Running out of iPhone storage? External storage solutions like lightning-compatible flash drives and wireless external hard drives offer extra space for photos, videos, and files. They're especially handy for travelers and content creators.

Stylus Pens: Stylus pens are perfect for artists and note-takers. Precision stylus pens offer a natural drawing experience, while note-taking styluses with palm rejection technology ensure clean, legible notes.

Gaming Accessories: Gaming enthusiasts can level up their gameplay with iPhone game controllers, cooling pads, and VR headsets. These accessories provide a console-like experience and immerse you in virtual worlds.

Fitness Trackers: Stay on top of your health and fitness goals with iPhone-compatible fitness trackers. Options range from the versatile Apple Watch to budget-friendly fitness bands and smart scales for comprehensive health monitoring.

Portable Speakers: Enjoy music anywhere with portable Bluetooth speakers. Whether you're at the beach or hosting a party, these speakers deliver high-quality sound in a compact package.

Keyboard Attachments: Typing on your iPhone becomes more efficient with external keyboards. Keyboard cases and foldable keyboards are perfect for productivity on the go.

PopSockets: PopSockets are versatile accessories that offer a secure grip on your iPhone. They also double as stands for hands-free use and can even hold cards for added convenience.

Wireless Earphone Accessories: Enhance your listening experience with wireless earphone accessories like ear hooks for secure fit, charging cases for extended battery life, and noise-isolating ear tips.

Phone Wallets: Phone wallets combine style and functionality. They not only protect your iPhone but also offer card storage, eliminating the need for a separate wallet.

Tripods and Mounts: If you're into photography or video recording, tripods and mounts provide stability for your iPhone. They're essential for capturing sharp images and smooth videos.

Cable Organisers: Keep your charging cables and accessories organised with cable organisers. These simple yet effective tools prevent tangles and ensure your cables are always within reach.

Privacy Filters: Privacy filters are screen protectors that limit the viewing angle of your iPhone screen, making it difficult for others to see your display from the sides. They're ideal for protecting sensitive information in public spaces.

Phone Grips: Phone grips attach to the back of your iPhone, providing a secure hold and preventing accidental drops. They come in various designs, adding a touch of personalisation to your device.

Custom Skins and Decals: Custom skins and decals allow you to personalise your iPhone's appearance. Choose from a wide range of designs and materials to make your device truly unique.

Bluetooth Trackers: Bluetooth trackers help you locate misplaced items, such as keys or wallets, using your iPhone. They're a convenient way to keep track of your belongings.

Car Mounts with Wireless Charging: These innovative accessories not only hold your iPhone securely in your car but also charge it wirelessly. They're perfect for long road trips and navigation.

Smartphone Microscopes: Turn your iPhone into a powerful microscope with specialised attachments. Explore the micro world and capture stunning close-up images.

Phone Stand and Docks: Phone stands and docks keep your iPhone upright on your desk, making it easy to view notifications, videos, or use FaceTime hands-free.

Screen Cleaning Kits: Keep your iPhone screen smudge-free with screen cleaning kits. These kits usually include a microfiber cloth and cleaning solution for a crystal-clear display.

Selfie Sticks: Capture the perfect selfie or group photo with a selfie stick. Many models come with Bluetooth remote controls for easy snapping.

Smartphone Gloves: Stay connected in cold weather with smartphone gloves. These gloves have conductive fingertips that allow you to use your iPhone without removing them.

Flash Rings for Selfies: Enhance your selfie game with flash rings that provide flattering, evenly distributed light for perfect selfies, even in low-light conditions.

AR Headsets for iPhone: Augmented reality (AR) headsets take your iPhone experience to the next level. They enable immersive AR gaming and exploration of virtual worlds.

Why are iPhone Accessories Important?

Protection for Your Investment

iPhones are valuable devices, and protective accessories like cases and screen protectors shield them from accidental drops, scratches, and cracks. These accessories are essential for safeguarding your investment and ensuring your iPhone remains in pristine condition for longer periods.

Enhanced Functionality

iPhone accessories can significantly expand the functionality of your device. For example, power banks keep your iPhone charged on the go, while external storage devices provide extra space for photos and files. These accessories ensure that your iPhone is always ready to perform various tasks.

Personalisation

iPhone accessories offer a chance to personalise your device to suit your style and needs. From custom skins and decals to designer cases, these accessories allow you to make your iPhone uniquely yours, reflecting your personality and taste.

Improved Audio Quality

High-quality headphones and portable speakers enhance the audio experience on your iPhone. Noise-canceling headphones provide immersive sound, while Bluetooth speakers offer rich, clear audio for music, movies, and calls.

Photography and Creativity:

Camera accessories, such as lenses and gimbals, elevate your iPhone's photography and videography capabilities. They enable you to capture stunning images and videos, turning your iPhone into a versatile creative tool.

Productivity Boost

Keyboard attachments and stylus pens are accessories that transform your iPhone into a productivity powerhouse. Whether you're typing documents on the go or taking detailed notes, these accessories make tasks more efficient.

Entertainment and Gaming

Accessories like game controllers, VR headsets, and gaming earphones enhance the gaming experience on your iPhone and these are provided by apple shop. They provide greater immersion and control, making gaming more enjoyable.

Health and Fitness Tracking

Fitness trackers and smartwatches compatible with iPhones allow you to monitor your health and fitness goals easily. They track your steps, heart rate, sleep patterns, and more, helping you stay on top of your wellness journey. For all iphone accessories it is available at JB HI-FI shop.

Convenience in the Car

Car accessories like mounts, Bluetooth FM transmitters, and hands-free calling kits make driving safer and more convenient. They enable you to use GPS navigation, enjoy music, and make calls without taking your hands off the wheel.

Environmental Considerations

Some iPhone accessories, such as solar-powered chargers and eco-friendly cases, align with eco-conscious values. By using these accessories, you reduce your carbon footprint and contribute to a greener future.

Key Advantages of Using iPhone Accessories

Enhanced Protection: Accessories for iPhone like cases and screen protectors safeguard your device from scratches, cracks, and accidental drops. This protection prolongs the lifespan of your phone and helps maintain its resale value.

Improved Functionality: Accessories like power banks, external storage, and keyboard attachments add new capabilities to your phone. You can extend battery life, increase storage capacity, and enhance productivity.

Personalisation: Many phone accessories, including custom skins, decals, and PopSockets, allow you to personalise your device's appearance. You can express your style and individuality through these accessories.

Better Audio Quality: Headphones, earbuds, and portable speakers provide superior audio quality, enhancing your music, movie, and gaming experiences. Noise-canceling headphones also reduce external distractions.

Enhanced Photography and Creativity: Camera accessories such as lenses and gimbals improve your phone's photography and videography capabilities. They enable you to capture professional-quality images and videos.

Productivity Boost: Accessories like external keyboards and stylus pens make tasks like typing, note-taking, and drawing more efficient. This is especially useful for students and professionals.

Convenience on the Go: Car accessories, including mounts and hands-free kits, offer safe and convenient solutions for using your phone while driving. GPS navigation, music playback, and hands-free calling become hassle-free.

Health and Fitness Tracking: Fitness trackers and smartwatches sync with your phone to monitor your physical activity, sleep patterns, and heart rate. They help you stay motivated and make healthier lifestyle choices.

Environmental Considerations: Some phone accessories, such as solar-powered chargers and eco-friendly cases, align with environmentally conscious values by reducing energy consumption and waste.

Entertainment and Gaming: Gaming accessories like controllers and VR headsets provide immersive gaming experiences. You can enjoy console-like gameplay and explore virtual worlds.

Organisation and Cable Management: Accessories like cable organisers help keep charging cables and other cords organised and tangle-free, ensuring a neat and clutter-free workspace.

Convenience for Travel: Portable accessories like power banks and wireless chargers are ideal travel companions, ensuring your phone remains powered and ready for use on the go.

Improved Communication: Accessories like wireless earphones with noise-canceling capabilities enhance the clarity of calls and reduce background noise, improving communication quality.

Safety and Security: Phone wallets and Bluetooth trackers help keep your belongings secure. Phone wallets eliminate the need for a separate wallet, while Bluetooth trackers help locate lost items.

Durability and Longevity: Well-designed accessories can prolong the lifespan of your phone by protecting it from wear and tear. This can reduce the need for costly repairs or replacements.

How Different Types of iPhone Accessories are Typically Used

Protective Cases and Screen Protectors

Protective cases are designed to fit around your iPhone, providing a buffer against accidental drops, impacts, and scratches. They are easy to install and come in various styles and materials, such as rugged, slim, or stylish designs.

Screen protectors are thin, transparent layers that adhere to your iPhone's display. They protect the screen from scratches and cracks, preserving its clarity and responsiveness.

Power Banks

Power banks are portable battery packs that you can connect to your iPhone via a charging cable. They provide additional power when your iPhone's battery is running low, ensuring you stay connected on the go.

Headphones and Earbuds

Headphones and earbuds offer an immersive audio experience. Wireless options connect to your iPhone via Bluetooth, allowing you to listen to music, podcasts, or take calls without the hassle of cords.

Camera Accessories

Camera accessories like wide-angle lenses, gimbals, and remote shutter controls enhance your iPhone's photography and videography capabilities. Wide-angle lenses provide a broader field of view, gimbals stabilise your shots, and remote controls help you capture images without touching the screen.

Car Accessories

Car accessories such as mounts, Bluetooth FM transmitters, and hands-free calling kits make driving safer and more convenient. Mounts hold your iPhone securely, FM transmitters enable wireless audio playback in your car, and hands-free kits allow you to make calls without taking your hands off the wheel.

Wireless Chargers

Wireless chargers eliminate the need for cables by using electromagnetic fields to transfer power to your iPhone. Simply place your device on the charging pad, and it will start charging wirelessly.

External Storage

External storage devices, like lightning-compatible flash drives and wireless hard drives, allow you to expand your iPhone's storage capacity. You can store photos, videos, and files externally, freeing up space on your device.

Stylus Pens

Stylus pens are used for precision drawing and note-taking on your iPhone. They are particularly popular among artists and students, offering a natural writing and drawing experience on the touchscreen.

Gaming Accessories

Gaming accessories like controllers, cooling pads, and VR headsets enhance your gaming experience on the iPhone. Controllers provide better control over games, cooling pads prevent overheating during extended gaming sessions, and VR headsets offer immersive gameplay.

Fitness Trackers

Fitness trackers and smartwatches compatible with iPhones help you monitor your physical activity, heart rate, and sleep patterns. They sync with fitness apps on your iPhone, helping you stay motivated and healthy.

Portable Speakers

Portable speakers connect to your iPhone via Bluetooth and provide high-quality sound for music, movies, or conference calls. They are ideal for outdoor gatherings or when you want to amplify your audio.

Keyboard Attachments

Keyboard attachments, such as external keyboards and keyboard cases, are used for faster and more comfortable typing on your iPhone. They are convenient for tasks like email composition or document editing on the go.

PopSockets

PopSockets attach to the back of your iPhone, offering a secure grip and acting as a stand for hands-free use. Some even have compartments for card storage.

Wireless Earphone Accessories

Accessories like ear hooks and charging cases enhance the functionality of wireless earphones. Ear hooks provide a secure fit during workouts, while charging cases offer extended battery life for your earbuds.

And More

Other accessories, such as phone wallets, tripods, cable organisers, privacy filters, phone grips, custom skins, Bluetooth trackers, and smartphone gloves, each serve specific purposes, adding convenience, protection, and functionality to your iPhone.

FAQ’s for iPhone Accessories

1. Are iPhone accessories compatible with all iPhone models?**

   - Compatibility can vary, so it's essential to check the product specifications for each accessory. Some accessories are designed to work with specific iPhone models, while others are more versatile.

2. Do I need to remove my protective case to use wireless charging accessories?**

 - It depends on the case. Many slim and lightweight protective cases are compatible with wireless charging, but thicker or metal cases may interfere with wireless charging capabilities.

3. How do I clean and maintain my iPhone accessories?**

 - Maintenance varies depending on the accessory. For cases and screen protectors, use a microfiber cloth. Headphones and speakers may require periodic cleaning of ear cushions or speaker grills. Consult the manufacturer's instructions for specific guidance.

4. Can I use third-party accessories with my iPhone without any issues?**

- While many third-party accessories work seamlessly with iPhones, there can be compatibility and quality differences. It's recommended to choose accessories from reputable brands to ensure compatibility and safety.

5. Do iPhone accessories come with warranties?**

 - Most accessories come with warranties, but the duration and coverage can vary. Always check the manufacturer's warranty information before making a purchase.

6. How do I know if an accessory is genuine or counterfeit?**

 - Purchasing from authorised retailers or directly from the manufacturer's website reduces the risk of buying counterfeit accessories. Look for official logos, branding, and certification marks.

7. Are there eco-friendly iPhone accessory options available?**

 - Yes, there are eco-friendly accessories, such as cases made from sustainable materials and chargers with energy-saving features. These options cater to environmentally conscious users.

8. Can I use multiple accessories simultaneously with my iPhone?**

 - Yes, you can use multiple accessories simultaneously as long as they are compatible with your iPhone model. For instance, you can use wireless earphones while charging your iPhone with a wireless charger.

9. Do iPhone accessories affect battery life or performance?**

- Well-designed accessories should not significantly impact your iPhone's battery life or performance. However, low-quality or incompatible accessories may cause issues. It's best to choose accessories from trusted brands.

10. Where can I purchase genuine iPhone accessories?**

 - Genuine iPhone accessories are available at Apple stores, authorised retailers, and online marketplaces like Amazon. Buying from reputable sources ensures you receive authentic products.

iPhone accessories are indispensable companions that add value, convenience, and personalisation to your iPhone experience. From protective cases to wireless chargers, these accessories not only safeguard your device but also expand its functionality, enabling you to do more with your iPhone. Whether you're a photography enthusiast, a fitness fanatic, or simply seeking to boost productivity, there's an accessory tailored to your needs. Moreover, the world of iPhone accessories continues to evolve, offering innovative solutions to enhance your daily life.

By investing in high-quality iPhone accessories and staying informed about compatibility and maintenance, you can make the most of your iPhone while enjoying peace of mind knowing your device is protected and tailored to your preferences. So, explore the diverse array of accessories available and discover how they can elevate your iPhone experience, making it more enjoyable, productive, and uniquely yours.

[whitepawn]

I think I just had the closest thing to panic attac. Maybe it even was panic attac I haven’t expierienced anything like this before. I had very unpleasant nightmare about my freind slipping in a tight hole in the ground with rotten body in it. And I just couldn’t do anything to help him. Then I woke up it was about 2:30 am. Now fourty minutes have passet and I’m able to wright it down. My heart was pouting so hard it still hurts so much. I try to comfort myself with every possible thing to do. I turned on garlands and night light, got myself a glass of water and went to bathroom. Now I’m sitting locked up in my room and listening an hour long video with just nice tuns I liked a lot then I was younger. Now I’m just going to let my heart calm down and give it as much time as it needs.

[military1st]

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[vamytas]

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[dreamwritesimagines]

Enamored Extra Scene - 15

[Set in : After chapter 36]

Warnings: Explicit language, drinking, Regency era social norms, mentions of sex

“Remind me again why we are meeting here instead of the gentlemen’s club?”

“Oh come on now,” Anthony told Elias as the barkeep brought three bottles and two glasses to their table.  “You had me drink that god awful wine before your wedding, I have to pay back the favor.”

Elias eyed the bottles suspiciously. “Jesus Christ, what is in them?”

Anthony grinned and wiggled his brows.

“Three words, my friend,” he said, holding up three fingers. “Oxford. Christmas. Holiday.”

A look of realization dawned on Elias’s face and he groaned, slipping a little in his chair.

“Oh God no…”

“Simon went straight home, you and I stopped by an inn before getting to London,” Anthony said. “And decided to get drunk.”

“Mm, couple hours before you left me to go upstairs with a lady of the night?”

“I left you with a lady as well, I didn’t leave you alone.” Anthony corrected him. “But before all that, we came up with quite literally the worst drink combination in the world to get drunk faster.”

“Anthony, I was still drunk when we got to London man,” Elias said. “We had to stop the carriage five times on the way so that we could throw up.”

“Yeah yeah—what was the recipe again?”

Elias heaved a sigh. “Quarter glass of ale, quarter brandy and rum for the rest of the glass.”

Anthony chuckled and started pouring the ale into the glasses before putting down the bottle and grabbing the brandy again. Elias let out a whine, eyeing him as he filled the rest of the glass with rum and pushed the glass in his direction.

“On one hand, if I die of poisoning I would be leaving Cece a widow,” Elias commented. “On the other hand if you die, you can’t marry my sister.”

Anthony nodded. “Sounds about right.”

“Cheers then,” Elias said and clinked his glass with his, then took a sip and groaned. Anthony took a huge sip as well and grimaced, clearing his throat.

“Jesus, this is terrible.”

“I feel like this is worse than that wine,” Elias said before taking another sip again. “Good thing is, we’re going to get drunk very soon so we won’t even notice it.”

“Mm hm.” The drink burned Anthony’s throat as he took another sip and leaned back. “Better work fast.”

“I heard you told my sister to hire a third seamstress.” Elias said, making Anthony shrug his shoulders.

“She wants a long veil.”

“Oh I know,” Elias said. “She basically woke up talking about that thing, and didn’t stop until Aunt Lavinia said ‘Go tell Anthony about it’. Didn’t think she would just say “Alright!” and leave the breakfast table right at that second though.”

Anthony chuckled, that familiar warmth filling his chest.

“And I certainly didn’t think your solution would be that,” Elias said. “One would think you can’t say no to her even before the wedding.”

Anthony tilted his head. “Is this coming from the man who bought his wife a museum as a wedding gift because she liked a painting there?”

Elias snapped his fingers. “You make a good point,” he said. “Still waiting for the paperwork. By the way, I can help you with your wedding gift if you want.”

Anthony waved a hand in the air. “I already handled it.”

“Oh, what did you get her?”

“A house.”

“By the countryside?”

“In Paris.”

Elias blinked a couple of times. “You bought her a house in Paris,” he repeated and Anthony nodded.

“Yeah, she loves it there,” he said. “I figured she’d like one for when we visit.”

Elias gawked at him, then raised his glass slightly. “Well thought.”

“Thanks,” Anthony said and took a huge sip, then sat up straight. “Alright, are you ready?”

“Hm?”

“You know why I brought you here right?”

“Aside from poisoning me?” Elias grinned. “I do have a guess, but you should ask me either way.”

“Will you be my best man?”

Elias heaved a dramatic sigh.

“You know historically speaking, best man’s duty was to defend the groom if someone attacked him?” he said. “Or get involved if someone tried to stop the wedding?”

“Mm hm.”

“I’m the one who might attack you during the wedding in order to stop it from taking place,” Elias pointed at himself. “Goes against the whole point.”

“Your father might attack me or try to stop the wedding as well,” Anthony stated. “It’s not just you.”

“True that, he still doesn’t like you.”

Anthony tilted his head. “Eli.”

Elias smiled before rolling his eyes.

“Fine,” he said. “Assuming my father will be walking her down the aisle, I’d be honored to be your best man.”

Anthony let out a chuckle and clinked his glass with his. “Thank you.”

“I still cannot believe this,” Elias grumbled. “I was serious about her living with us after marriage, you know.”

“That’s not going to happen,” Anthony said and thought for a moment, then took a huge sip of his drink, then motioned at Elias to do the same.

“Hm?”

“You’re going to want to be at least tipsy for what I’m about to say to you.”

“Why?”

Anthony put his glass on the table. “First of all, I want you to know that I do not want to have this conversation with you either.”

“What?”

“…Someone needs to talk to her, Elias.”

“Talk to my sister?” Elias asked. “About?”

Anthony raised his brows and shot him a look, and as soon as it dawned on Elias he made a face.

“Are you trying to make me punch you?”

“Not really.”

“You will only hold hands after the wedding, I forbid anything else—”

“I’m serious,” Anthony cut him off. “Your mother apparently didn’t get the chance and she doesn’t know.”

“And how exactly do you know that she doesn’t know?” Elias asked tersely and Anthony heaved a sigh.

“Are you going to listen to me or do you want to be dramatic first?”

Elias threw his hands up and motioned at him. “Anthony, you’re talking about—”

“I know she's your sister and I know I'd want to punch any suitor of my sisters if they wanted to have a conversation with me about this,” Anthony said. “However, I love her so I can take a punch after you hear me out because this is important.”

“No promises on the punching but alright.” Elias grumbled. “Go ahead I guess.”

“I don’t want her to walk into that room clueless or worse; scared out of her mind because of some gossip she might hear at the wedding breakfast,” he said. “And I would have explained it myself but—”

“You will do no such thing, you’re not even married yet! I swear to God…”

“But as far as I’m told,” Anthony continued as if Elias hadn’t interrupted him. “It’s better if she hears it from a woman first. Tell Cecily or your aunt,” he paused for a moment and made a face. “Or I suppose I can tell my mother but I do not want to have that conversation unless I have no other choice.”

Elias downed his glass and shook his head, then poured some brandy into his glass.

“I’m going to pretend this isn’t about my sister and tell you my feelings on the subject at large,” he muttered. “I don’t think mothers are the best bet here.”

“Why?”

“I told Cecily before her mother did.”

Anthony tilted his head. “Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“For the first time?”

“Mm hm.”

“I mean I figured she had an idea, considering how you two were back in Stormview but…”

“Yeah and it’s a good thing I told her before her mother, that woman was about to scar my beloved for life.” Elias took a huge sip of his brandy. “Apparently she told Cecily that it’s a chore that had to be performed throughout the marriage but she could just lie there and focus on something else if it got too unpleasant.”

Anthony grimaced. “Ouch.”

“Cecily asked me the next day if we were doing something wrong because it did not match her mother’s description so as I said, mothers might not be the best idea now to think of it. Apparently they tend to give wrong information.”

“Or no information. Don’t you remember what happened to…” Anthony snapped his fingers. “Morris and his bride? Her mother let that poor girl marry him without any explanation of what would happen, then—”

“She rode back to her parents’ house and asked for an annulment on the wedding night because he wanted to take her gown off,” Elias finished his sentence for him.

“Exactly.”

“Jesus Christ, I guess it could’ve been worse,” Elias scoffed and shook his head. “But I still cannot believe you have the audacity—”

“Just tell Cecily to talk to her,” Anthony interrupted him. “Please.”

Elias gritted his teeth and nodded as Anthony downed his drink to fill it again.

“This conversation never happened,” Elias motioned between them and Anthony raised his glass.

“I forgot about it already.”

“Good,” Elias said. “Now, do you want me to tell you more about how much my father hates you or do you need to finish your drink first?”

[bonny-kookoo]

Heart-Shot: 8 (1.5k)

In which you're met with harsh reality.

Tags/warnings: Inspired by Cyberpunk 2077, Fixer Kim Seokjin, Ex Corpo Jung Hoseok, Android Taehyung, Android Reader, Android Jimin, Mentions of Prostitution, Illegal activity, drugs and drug usage, Discussion of Past Abuse, Night city, min holly, yes that is a warning, Body modifications, graphic description of violence, Blood, Murder, Ripper doc!Yoongi, Ripper Doc!Seokjin, Ex Nomad!Jungkook, Oppression, Minor Character Death, Guns, Graphic Description of Corpses, social anxiety/phobia, panic attacs, ah yes I'm back at it again aren't I, Smut, because of course, protected intercourse you know me, MTBA

A/N: Yes I'm force-feeding Heart-Shot to you because I love this AU and I like writing this. Also I'll be adding the wordcount to the Title if it ever exceeds 1k words. Meaning- if I don't add a number, chapters are a short read with under 1k words.

It takes you a few days to muster up the courage to go to Jimin again.

With the elevator out of order, you take the stairs, making your way past people talking on the steps and police knocking on random doors after having been called. You feel a bit overwhelmed by the unfamiliar scenes, unsure how to act or what to do if he doesn't open the door. How do you even explain your absence? Sorry, but I had to go and kiss someone to finally realize what I actually wanted from you?

"Hey-" Someone asks, putting a hand on your shoulder as you remember the face looking at you. "Hah, see?" He calls out to no one in particular. "Knew it was the fucktoy from last time. Out for a job eh?" The guy asks, successfully caging you in against one of the walls next to the trashcans. You want to argue, but this time, there's no weapon for you to pull out. You have no choice but to just hope they loose interest in you soon. "Oh come on, last time you were so brave." The guy cooes, trying to catch your gaze- but you keep it averted. "You fucktoys are really stepping out of line these days. Shooting your brains out left and right doesn't seem to scare you at all." He says with amusement, as you see him pull out a silver knife from his pocket, holding it, before there's a click behind him.

"Good that I've got something to scare you instead." You hear Jimin's voice, before you can see his shoes on the ground behind the sneakers of the stranger. Jimin is a bit shorter- it makes sense you can't see him. "NCPD got some money on your name, and I'm pissed at you. And also, rent is due, so don't take it personally." He almost sings, before you can finally see him as he steps around the guy, in front of you, where he pushes you behind him. "Don't look." He hums back to you, and you're not sure what he means.

Until a shot rings out, body falling to the ground as blood escapes the wound in the nameless guy's head, spilling on the ground below before Jimin squats down to him, searching his jacket for something rather casually while you're frozen, unable to look away from the glossy eyes of the man, staring at nothing. "Come on." Jimin says rather softly, leading you away from the scene, your eyes still stuck for a moment until you let yourself be led into the apartment you've seen before.

Once inside, Jimin simply takes off his jacket, leaving it together with his gun on the kitchen counter, before he goes towards the sink to wash his hands, way more relaxed than your tense body still standing in the entrance of his home. "Are you scared?" He wonders as he checks in the silver metal of his fridge for any splatters that might've found their way onto his face, wiping them off as if nothing.

"I am." You simply say, voice still unsteady as he nods to himself, pulling out a glass before he fills it with water.

"Good." He says, before he puts the glass on the table, sitting on his couch rather casually. "You should be." He comments, as you finally find the strength to move, unsure if you should stay or rather leave- you don't know what was the right thing to do in this situation. "You keep being reckless for no reason. I don't know when it's gonna click in your mind that you're a walking piece of meat out here alone." He sighs, pushing the glass towards where you sit- a bit further away from him, plenty of space between the two of you.

"It-" You start, before clearing your breath, taking a sip of water to somehow calm you down. "It wasn't for no reason.." You say meekly, and he looks over to you.

"Now you got me hooked. What's worth getting shot over?" He scoffs, toeing off his shoes before he puts his ankle on his knee, casually sitting back- clearly upset with you, if his crossed arms are a sign to go by.

"You." You say, watching as he looks over to you, face serious, and eyes dangerous.

"Not the time for jokes." He says. "Next time you need something at least come with someone at your side. Preferably Yoongi, or Taehyung- guy knows how to smash a skull in if needed." he advises, and you take a deep breath for your next words.

"I have a crush on you." You blurt out, and Jimin's eyes widen suddenly, all seriousness washed away in an instant as all thats left is confusion written all over him. "I've talked to Jungkook about it. Then we kissed. Then I realized I have a crush on you.. uhm.. two.." You drift off, now feeling a bit stupid that you've said it out loud. Until Jimin laughs to himself.

"That kid.." He chuckles, not looking at you anymore. "You're maybe horny, but you don't have a crush-" He starts, but you turn your body, having lost your shoes as well as you sit on your knees on his couch, face determined.

"I do!" You defend yourself. "I know enough to know what the difference between sexual attraction and emotional attraction is!" You say. "I'm not some dumb kid, and I'm tired of being treated that way!" You say, and Jimin looks at you with a mix of amusement- and pity. You don't like it.

"So what." He says detached. "You came here to jump my bones and then? Am I supposed to confess my undying love to you, and all goes well after?" He scoffs, and you can't help how your eyes tear up. "Happy endings aren't real for people like me, lovebug." He says with some bite behind it- but you can also hear something else in his voice. "I can't give you what you want. You said you kissed pretty boy- go and love him- he can give you that romantic fantasy he's put into your head. He won't hurt you- but I will, as a matter of fact." He says with a final tune to his voice, slowly getting up from the couch, before he stops in his steps at your next words.

"Of course you will." You say. "And he will too. And I'll hurt both of you too, at some point." You say, as he looks over his shoulder towards where you sit, before you stand up, your socked feet soundless on the floor as you stand there, in his apartment. "Because we're alive. And I'm happy that I am." You say. "I'm happy you are, too." You say. "Even if you don't feel as emotionally attracted to me as I do to you. I'll always stay happy that you're alive." You say, before turning around to sit on the couch and slip into your boots, starting to tie the laces.

Jungkook was a so much better fit for you, he painfully reminds himself, while he can't get himself to move. He feels as if he would spread mold all over your body from his mere touch, imagining himself to be toxic to the point of hurting you just by thinking about you in any romantic way- even being in your presence was suffocating to him right now, squeezing his lungs, and he hated it.

He wanted you- he craved you, he knew you could never hurt him like you said. He wants to feel loved, he wants to fall into your arms and let himself be held for once, wants to have a person to love and protect- and yet all he does is getting defensive, trying to bark at the danger in front of him, hoping you'll believe he'd bite if you didn't leave. And yet he fears you know him too well already. You know he could never bite. He knows you'd never bite, either.

"What am I gonna do with you.." He muses finally, as you stop your actions, turning to see him walk towards you with his gaze cast downwards, and a small smile on his lips, before he puts a hand on your shoulder, leaning in to steal a kiss from you- plush lips so different on yours as Jungkooks. "So?" He wonders. "Got what you wanted now." He says. "Will you leave me alone now?" He asks, with no actual annoyance behind his words, as you shake your head. "No?" He chuckles, and you turn your body, knees on his couch as you lean up hands on his shoulders, and he thinks you're leaning in for another kiss-

But your arms snake around his neck, body molding into his as you hug him, head against his collarbone as he can swear he felt your breath fan over his skin- that's how heightened his senses suddenly were, eyes wide open before his arms reluctantly return your gesture. He's scared at first, before he lets his head lean down, holds you a bit closer, a bit tighter, his face buried in your neck.

He doesn't know if he can properly love you- but he certainly feels ready to try.

[myownworstenemyyy]

Call and I'll Come Running

yes I just wrote this on my phone after seeing that promo what about it

tw: description of a panic attack, mention of The Shooting, brief bt mention

posted on ao3

Eddie tells the paramedics he's fine, that he doesn't need to go to the hospital. They don't look convinced, based on the persistent trembling of his hands, but they respect his wishes anyway.

It comes back to bite him in the ass the next day when Buck storms into his home, his body tense and his eyes tracking Eddie's every move. 

"Why didn't you at least call me, Eds?" he asks, gesticulating wildly. Eddie winces but refuses to meet his eye, "I didn't want to worry you over nothing. I'm fine, Buck. It was just a minor panic attac–wait, how do you even know about yesterday?" he looks up at his best friend in confusion.

"The paramedic that tended to you is a buddy of mine from the fire academy. He called me saying he thought he recognized you but didn't want to freak you out even more than you already were," he says like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

But Eddie is even more confused, "How would he even know what I look like? I'd never met him till yesterday," he narrows his eyes when Buck drops his gaze to the floor.

"I-I may have shown him a photo or two of you, me, and Chris at that carnival last year," his cheeks flush and Eddie's heart swells with warmth at the shy look on his face. It's gone a moment later, though, as Buck shakes his head and makes his way over to Eddie's couch, saying, "But that's beside the point, Eddie. So, what–" he clears his throat, his voice much softer now that's settled down a bit "–what happened yesterday? What...triggered you?"

His brow furrows with concern and Eddie has to look away. He hates that look when it's aimed at him. "I was trying on a suit at this shop downtown when–" he releases a shaky sigh "–when a car backfired just outside the door and I...I froze. I felt the pain of a bullet piercing my shoulder–and I know it wasn't real. I knew it wasn't real but it felt real, just like that day."

His gaze slowly travels up to Buck's face but his best friend isn't watching him anymore. His expression is vacant, like his mind is faraway from this moment, reliving that day just as Eddie had yesterday.

Eddie continues, his voice growing quiet, "And I panicked. My lungs felt constricted and I couldn't breathe. My legs gave out and I just...collapsed onto the floor, right there in front of god and everybody." He swallows hard, trying to focus on being in the present and not letting his mind drift to the worst day of his life.

He jumps slightly when he feels Buck's hand covering his, their joined hands resting on Eddie's thigh. "Why didn't you call me?" Buck repeats his question from earlier, though much quieter this time around. It's almost like if their voices grow any louder, the glass bubble surrounding them in this vulnerable moment will shatter to pieces.

Eddie might just shatter with it.

"Because I–you've done so much for me already...for me and Christopher over these past few months, years even. And I knew you were spending your day off with…with Taylor," her name burns like acid on his tongue but he forces himself to carry on, his voice small, "I couldn't do that–disturb your plans–your life–more than I already have." He doesn't add that he was afraid if he called Buck he might hear Taylor in the background or, god forbid, interrupt a certain activity involving a bed and no clothes.

"Eddie, look at me. Please" Buck pleads, his hand tightening around Eddie's. And Eddie can't refuse him anything, can never bring himself to deny Buck anything he wants and everything he deserves. He meets Buck's eyes and his breath catches as the soft intensity he finds there.

"Eddie, you could never be a disturbance or-or a burden to my life, ever. You–and Chris–are two of the most important people in my life. I will never turn you down or be upset about you 'interrupting' whatever it is I'm doing. Honestly, I probably wouldn't even be doing something I enjoy, because I wouldn't be doing it with you and Chris," his eyes widen slightly, like he didn't mean to say that last part but Eddie decides to stay silent, not wanting to ruin whatever is happening right now between the two of them.

"My point is, you've been through so much, Eddie, and not just in this past year but in the past decade of your life. I know you struggle far more than you lead everyone else to believe. And maybe it satisfies everyone else's concern for you...but not mine," Buck looks away for a moment, swallowing hard before meeting Eddie's gaze once more, "I see right through that wall you put up to keep others out. I see you, Eddie." He pauses, his eyes desperately searching Eddie's, and Eddie couldn't hide from him if he tried. 

"I know I haven't been around as much since you returned to work, but I will always be here for you and Chris, no matter what. You call me and I'll come running. Because that's what we do, right? We have each other's backs and we lean on each other when life gets too heavy," the sincerity behind his words has Eddie's throat tightening with emotion. He nods, afraid if he tries to speak, his words will turn into wretched sobs.

Eddie screws his eyes shut, feeling them burn with unshed tears, but a single still manages to escape. Before it even reaches his jaw, a gentle thumb is swiping it away, a calloused hand softly cupping his cheek. Eddie opens his eyes and catches Buck looking at his lips just before his gaze snaps back up to meet Eddie's.

Buck starts to lean in and Eddie thinks he's about to kiss him, but instead he rests his forehead against Eddie's. And somehow this feels far more intimate than a brushing of lips.

"We're in this together, okay? Please don't ever doubt that," Buck whispers and Eddie considers asking what exactly he means by “this.” But he decides against it, and instead whispers just as quietly, "Never."

He's never doubted Buck's promises to always be here for them–for him. It's always been a matter of whether Eddie would let him.

But after today, he knows he's never wanted anything–anyone–in his life more than he does Buck.

[its--me-alex]

Imagine Sam Winchester - missed opportunities

Request: “ Sam and reader having the holidays alone in the bunker, basically anything a holidays fun day would include but my only specifics for this vague request would be some type of snow activity and maybe some mistletoe, it doesn’t snow where i’m from and snow stuff is always really fun!! 

Super sorry if it’s too vague, i feel bad asking for anything too specific and kinda embarrassed even tho it’s anonymous, hope you have a happy holidays :)”

A/N: Please don’t ever feel bad or embarrassed about your requests. Writers like myself are estatic whenever we get one. Also I know it ain’t christmas anymore but here is the story anyways, because why not. It isn’t as holiday-ish as intended but still: Enjoy!

Words: 1,619

Memories in italics

POV Reader:

“Almost two goddam months.I really need to get over this! Seriously y/n, there are more importat things than....” you halted your thoughts hating that you couldn’t get over it.

Looking up you felt an immediate wave of regret. Over there sat Sam, looking on one of this oh-so-boring lore books, being calm as ever, as if christmas eve hadn’t happend. You on the other hand couldn’t even sit quietly next to the younger Winchester without having your mind becoming a mess.

It was the evening of christmas eve. Dean who wanted you to “get your shit together, finally stop to eye-fuck his brother and rather do the real thing” left the two of you to “get some beer”. Unfortunately he got stuck on the road because of some “car problems”, which left you and Sam alone in the bunker to celabrate christmas.

Trying not to remember that Dean told you very specifically to ask his brother out you try to keep your hands steady while you stand next to Sam to prepare your dinner. Looking at him out of the conner of your eye, you saw that he was as collected as always.

“Why would he be nervous anyways”, you asked yourself: “it isn’t as if the two of you had never been alone together”

But you were fidgety anyways, knowing what Dean wanted you to do. “He dosen’t like me that way. Why does Dean what me to embarrass me like that to him?!”, you thought.

“y/n? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, sure just thinking ‘bout stuff, y’know?”

“Oh-okay. Ahm.. I’m done with cutting the vegetables . You?”

You tested the nuddles and said: “Yeah there done.”

You already feared the strange atmosphere, that you expected at the dinner table, but to your surprise everything went perfect. As it was normal for the two of you you had one great conversation topic after the next, half of them making you laught the other half being some deep shit.

After you finished dinner, you cleaned up and decided you wanted to have a glass of whiskey in the liberay.

Sam went there first and you moved back to your room to check on your phone quickliy before you wanted to join him.

Going into your room you screened it, for where you phone is. You found it on your nightstand. While walking back to the liberary where suspected Sam was already waiting for you, you turned it on.

There where endlessly many notifications for misssed calls from Dean. As you just wanted to click on the button to hear what he had to say, eventhought you weren’t sure if you wanted to hear him asking how far you and Sam made it with the talking-about-your-feelings, you saw Sam standing in the door to the liberary looking up.

“Ahm... you alright there Sammy?”, you asked gigerly, competly forgetting about Deans calls.

You just wanted to go passed him, as he grabed your arm softly.

“Well.. Y-you know I... actually ahm”, he paused.

Now extremely curious of what had the fearless and calm hunter Sam fucking Winchester so out of his head you looked up too. Above your heads there was a miseltoe with a small note in Deans Handwriting “Since I know you two I herby give you a push.”

“He’s having a strange humor again, eh?”, you tried to laught it off knowing that you would possibly catch fire if his lips were to touch yous.

“Ha! Yeah, but y’know, he will know if we don’t ... so that”, hawking he took a deep breath and then looked you directly in the eyes.

Suddenly he softly grabbed the back of your head. Everything started to be tingeling and your breathing became eratic as his other arm found his way around your waist to pull you more into him.

Trying to steady youself you put both of your hand on his firm chest, feeling his strong muscles underneath his ugly christmas sweater.

His eyes were still focused on yous as he took a deep breath. You had to swallow hard as he bend down a bit to be on your hight.

All your thoughts were gone and your heart was fluttering so much it almost hurt as you were anticipating his next move.

He broke the tensed silence between the two of you with a whisped: “Is this ok?”

Swallowing hard yet again you answered in a raspy voice: “Y-Yeah”

Slowly, giving you any chance to escape, his face came closer to yours. You reacted by parting you lips slghtly. Then you felt his shallow breath on your face as you both closed you eyes gradually. When you could finally, almost feel his clapped lips on your soft ones ....

BOOM!

Thinking back to the day of christmas eve you sighned heavily. Dean had interrupted you right befor you both could finally have what you had craved for for years. To be fair, there was a problem with witches that couldn’t wait, since they were attacing Lebanon trying to catch children who were feeling “true happiness” to sacifice them to some god of theirs.

Needless to say that you fought them hard, but still some of them escaped far away. It took you until yesterday to kill them all, before Dean decided he would drive throught at night, if that meant he cold spend the next night on his memory foam. Currently he wanted to get some  groceries since all you had was to old by now.

Thinking of the devil, Dean came throught the bunker door with two big bags full of things.

“Whoa, Dean! Are we gonna host some party or why did you buy the whole store?”, Sam asked, snickering at the sight of his brother struggeling those two big, heavy-looking bags.

“Ha-ha, Bitch. So funny. There was a sale at the shop from which we get our weapons and ammunition. So I bought it!”, Dean exclaimed.

“Bought “It”?“, you asked curious but still amused.

“Ahm, everything he had. He-he”, Dean ducked his head as if he just now noticed that what he bought might really be a bit too much. Knowing Dean you asumed he really just had that realisation.

As Sam gave his brother the famous bitch-face Dean replied: “You know what: I did the shopping, you do the carrying stuff part. Theres lots still in the trunk.”

Huffing Sam and you realised that descussing this would take longer than to just carry all in.

As you were gettting up Sam reacted by saying “O-oh no. You don’t need to help. I got this. It’s very cold outside.”

“We are quicker if we work together. I’m just gonna put a jacket on.”

As you took a step outside of the bunkers main entrance there stood the impala. It’s shiny black hood looking impressive on the white background.

“Did you knew it had snowed?”

No. But it’s great isn’t it?”

“Yeah!”

After that short exchange you both started to carry in one heavy bag full of ammunition and weapons after the next.

As you just walked outside to check if there was another bag left, you felt something hitting your back.

Turning around quickly you saw Sam standing there and failing to look innocent.

“You shouldn’t have started a fight you can’t win, Winchester!”

“Oh really? What do you what to do about it?”

Reacting to his sassy words you quickly grabbed a hand full of fresh white snow and threw it in his face.

“How about that.”

“Oh you are in for it y/n.”

With that a heavy snow fight brock out between the two of you. You would always dodge his snow, something he couldn’t.  

Just as you wanted to throw another snowball at him, you looked around but couldn’t see him. Right when you wanted to yell at him, that you would go back inside to drink something warm, secretly hoping he would come out of his hideout, so you could throw another load of snow at him, you got tackled from behind. 

Hunter instincts kicking in you throw that (fairly heavy) person off of you, turn around and press them into the ground with your full weight on your arm holding them down at their troat.

“Look who’s there.” you hear Sams voice close to your ear.

“Shit! Sorry Sammy! I didn’t... Sorry”

As you tried to get off of him you first took your arm away from his neck.

“It’s okay. I’m gonna make the best outta it.”

With that he turned you around yet again, so he was laying on top of you. However he was, other than you, very carful to not put his whole weight on you as he reached for something in his pocket.

“When we were coming home earlier, I spotted something that had me reminded of how much I wanted - no still want ... something.”, he stuttered.

As you just wanted to ask whats the matter, he showed you the miseltoe under which the two of you had almost kissed months ago.

“Ever since this evening I was barly able to hunt down those witches. I tried everything y/n, and still... all I could think of was how good you smelled, and how soft you lips looked, how perfect your body felt under my hands, how much I wanted to... “

You stopped him by pressing you lips to his in a loving kiss, just as you had dreamed of so often since you fell for him. And just like you imagined it was perfect. Both of you could only concentrade on this very moment as you both fullfilled you deepest wish of being together that way.

Breathing heavily you answered: “ Yeah, me too.”

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Also check this out:

https://its--me-alex.tumblr.com/post/637948228780933120/headcanons-castiel-how-he-fell-for-you-he-met

[keeper0fthestars]

I AINT DONE YET-- okay..... okay... mmk.. WAIT I JUST STALKED YOUR PAGE okay Ten (DW) or fuck uhhhh UH dare I go there? Din? Ten or Din. Choose.

😰

*softly* D O N’ T-

...DO nOT make me choose

all of time and space with a sonic like that??? And those stupid chucks and that stupid long coat and those stupid glasses AND the chance to meet River???? vs. ...a touched starved single dad in a pre empire honda civic with helmet hair and that voice, who can attac but also protec, who keeps his promises and is always trying to do the Right Thing.

There is room in my heart for both of them. What could go wrong.

[lilteamushroom]

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Charlie x Genie!Reader  Tag list! @prismaroyal​

This was a request from @ironbar36​ 

|| Reader is a genie trapped in hell and she meets Charlie who helps her not get redeemed but overcome they're addiction to fucking up people's wishes on purpose. Charlie asks for a wish. Which is she knows Alastor is plotting to destroy the hotel for sure and wants to know if they can seal him in a magic bottle for the time being. She loves Al but she can't bear to think that her life's work is gonna burn because of him ||

*warnings: swearing

“Charlie do we have to look through all of this old junk?” Angel Dust complained. Angel, Charlie, and Nifty were in the attic of the hotel. Since Charlie bought the hotel and innovate it there was some left over junk left from the last person who owned the hotel.

Books, trunks full of clothes, maps, crystals, silver wear and many other treasures were laying around lost to time.

“Come on Angel! It’s not that bad! Look at all this cool stuff!” Charlie encourages by picking up a box full of silver items. Angel frowned taking the box from her and sat down on the floor. He dug through the box then something caught his eye. An Egyptian perfume glass bottle. Angel would never admit it but her loves this kind of shit. He picked it up but then a sparkling golden smoke started to come out of it. Angel set it down and took a step back.

“What is that?” Charlie asked. Angel threw his hands up.

“I don’t know! I picked it up and it just started to do that!” He yelled. They took a step back, Charlie had Nifty go behind her. A mass of glitter exploded out of the bottle then a person came out of it. They had (y/hair color), smooth skin, (y/eye color) eyes that could kill, silk clothing, that were golden, red and purples

You stretched your arms above your head.

“Man does it feel good to be out of there!” You say breaking the silence.

“The fuck are you supposed to be?” Angel asked standing up. You smiled at him.

“I am the wonderful (y/n)! Here to grant you any wish you want.” You smirked to them. Charlie intervened before anything bad happened.

“Hi, I’m Charlie, welcome to the Happy Hotel!” Charlie said to you offering a hand to shake. You gladly took it and shook her hand.

“Pleasure to meet you Charlie.” You say to her.

“This is Angel Dust and thats Nifty.” Charlie said introducing her friends standing by her.

“Wowie! I have been in that bottle for 79 years! It’s been so long! So I’m in a hotel?” You ask her. Charlie nods happily.

“Yes! This is a hotel that Rehabilitates sinners!” Charlie answered with confindence.

“Ah I see! You want to save people down here so they can go to heaven?” You ask 

“Exactly!” Charlie replied. You pick up you bottle and slip it onto the twine wrapped around your waist.

“May I have a tour of the hotel?” You ask her. Charlie nods in excitement.

“Of course! I would love to! Follow me!” Charlie said happily. you followed her, interested in this rehabilitation idea she has.

“So you can what? Grant wishes or some shit like that?” Angel Dust asks. You nod your head happily.

“I can grant anyone any wish they want.” You say smirking. Angel grinned. “Might have to take you up on that.” He replied. Your winked at him “Your wish is my command.” you say to the large spider creature.

You follow Charlie as little Nifty kept asking you different questions. You arrived to a large room that had a bar to the side. “This is Husk our bar tender!” Charlie says to you. You wave at him. He grunts then takes a swig from his drink.

“This is my best friend Vaggie and the waiter at this hotel!” Charlie said wrapping her arm around the girl next to her. “Charlie, who is this?” She asked. “Funny story, when we were going through the attac, Angel found a bottle and now they are here” Charlie sumed up their meeting.

“Pleasure to meet you, my name is (y/n)” you say to her. You could hear footsteps from behind you. “Oh just in time! Al, this is (y/n)!” Charlie said happily. You turned around to be face to face with a tall man. You squinted at him. “You look familiar.” You said to him. He squinted back. “Do I?” He questioned. You nodded. “I can’t put my finger on where I’ve seen you before.” You say as you tap your chin trying to think of where you have seen him before. “Ooo do you know each other?” Charlie asked.

You took a step back to take a look at him.

Then it hit you.

“Holy shit.” You took a deep breath. “It’s you.” You say backing away. He tilted his head then approached you getting real close to your face.

“And who am I, my dear?” He asked.

“You were alive when I was. You were there for all those murders and the stock market crash in 1929.” You say to him. He laughed adjusting his skeptical. “You remember me?” He questioned. You nodded.

“You name. It’s fuzzy. Why can’t I remember your name?” You asked.

“You were alive when he was?” Vaggie asked. You nodded. “I don’t know why but I can’t remember much of what happened.” You closed your eyes.

THE RADIO DEMON STRIKES AGAIN. The newspaper read. Each murder is left out in places that easily could be seen by the public, they always had a radio next to them playing “Dancing the Devil Away” by Don Voorhees. The bodies were always found with chunks of their body taken out. Almost like someone cut the chunks out. This Radio Demon has everyone in the town one their toes. Locking doors, armed men watching over their families. It worked for a while. Til he striked again. Though this Radio Demon would eventually meet his fate.

“Back when we were alive they referred him as “The Radio Demon.” Just like they do now.” You explain to them. Alastor only stood their in amusement.

“Yes well that is all back when we were alive right? It doesn’t matter now, darling.” He chuckled. “Yeah. Sure” you said to him, obviously not trusting him. You walk away not wanting to look him in the eye. “So Angel, what do you?” You ask. He smiles.

“For a living?” He asked. You nodded.

“I suck dick.” He answered casually. “Ah.” You say. “No judgement here.” You said as you put your hands up.

Later on you pulled Charlie to the side to talk.

“Listen. I don’t know if I could be redeemed. But I like what you have going on here. So I would like help with an addiction I have.” You confess to Charlie. She was smiling knowing she could help someone.

“Of course! What do you need help with?” Charlie asked. You played with your fingers.

“I can grant anyone any wish they want. But I really like to fuck up their wish. Like fuck it up real bad. For the 10 years I was in Hell before I was put in that bottle, I would be messing up people’s wishes. It was so fun watching them get their hopes up then be completely devastated when something went wrong. That’s when it started. And it just got worse. Nifty and Angel already have their wishes. I don’t want to fuck it up. But knowing me. I will. Will you help me Charlie?” You ask her.

She looked like she was going to cry.

“As princess of hell and you are our first patient, you will get extra help and we will do everything we can to help you.” She said to you.

The next few weeks was you and Charlie granting random people’s wishes and not doing harm. It was hard at first but then you realized you could really help people. Charlie really helped you realize that maybe some people here in Hell are worth saving and redeeming. After a long time of this Charlie had a question.

“What up sugar?” You ask her sitting down on the park bench you were at. She looked around.

“I have a wish.” She said to you. This surprised you. “You do? What is it?” You ask.

“This hotel is my life’s work. Knowing Alastor, he will just ignite it and let all my hard work go up in flames. I can’t have that happening.” Charlie started out. She looked at you with serious eyes.

“I need to have him gone. I need to know if you could seal him away.” Charlie asks. You think about it. “I am powerful, but he is definitely more powerful than I am. But if we time it right and get the right materials, I can do it. My bottle won’t work. We need to either make a demon sealed bottle or find something along those lines. Charlie..” you looked at her.

“You’ve helped me so much. I will grant you this wish.” You say to her. She smiled and brought you into a hug. You of course hugged her back.

“We got one chance at this. We have to do it right. Once I get that bottle, it’s all about timing.” You say to her. She nods. She knows how hard this’ll be. Even though Alastor could destroy her life’s work, he is still her friend.

DEAD BODY FOUND 20 FEET AWAY FROM POLICE DEPARTMENT!

This killer is getting ballsy. 20 feet away from the police department? He’s getting bolder with where he’s dumping bodies. Though some witness say they saw someone. A tall and slender man with a bloody microphone. This victim was beaten to death. They had blows to the head, their skull almost completely crushed in. Whoever he is, he has to be stopped.

After some time looking for the right materials, you found yourself in your room with a bottle made out of a mirror. You soaked the bottle in a cauldron. The water had things the victim didn’t like. Sex. Angel donated some of his blood and... other bodily fluids. Dogs. The hair from a Hell puppy. Tea. Green tea bags. Sweet things. Frosting and chocolate. Post 30s technology. Which you ended up using an old smart phone of yours, which you crushed up. You stirred the cauldron letting all the ingredients melt into a liquid. The last ingredient. A DNA sample from the person. Nifty easily gotten a hair from cleaning. When you put in the hair it blazed then the liquid turned pinks and reds. The bottle was placed in the cauldron. You placed the lid on top and put the fire out under it. Yes you were having a fire in a hotel room but you got permission from Charlie so it’s fine. Now that needs to sit for 30 hours. 30 hours. That’s all we had left. You left your room and locked the door behind you. You saw Alastor at the end of the hallway. You put on a smile as you walked down by him. “Hello Al! How has your day been!” You say happily to him.

“Why it’s been marvelous! Thank you for asking!” He cheered. You nodded and continued to walk. He followed closely behind.

“What are you doing, darling?” He asked.

“I’m hungry as fuck.” You answered. He nodded. “I know a good recipe!” You nodded and continued to walk. You had to keep your cool. Does he know? Could he smell the cauldron? You put a smell protection spell on the door so the smell wouldn’t get out. Could he break through that. Stop worrying he doesn’t know. But does he? Keep it cool (y/n). Stay calm. You can’t show fear around him.

In the dining room to get some food to eat. But he was still following you. You turned around.

“Is there something you want?” You ask him.

“No I’m not hungry.” He replied. You almost laughed. Almost. But you shook your head.

“Not what I meant. I mean, I remember being in the area of when you were alive and killing.” You say to him. He doesn’t let his guard down.

“I killed...” he got closer to you. “Because I enjoyed it.” He bent over just a bit “I loved that thrill of energy when taking someone’s life.” He said and got closer to your face.

“You my dear, know how that feels.” He said intensely. “Alastor take a step back.” Charlie said coming into the kitchen. He backed away.

“No need to worry darling! We were just getting something to eat!” Alastor said happily.

“Riiiiight” Charlie said taking your hand into hers and taking you to a different room.

“30 hours.” You say to her. She nods.

—————————————————

25 hours til showtime.

You were sitting on a stool talking with Husk while sipping brandy. He was very grumpy and sarcastic but could be funny. But unintentionally funny.

“So you knew the radio fuck?” Husk asked. You nodded. “Not personally. But when he was alive and killing, I lived in the area that the murders where happening. The amount of people killed could be 25-100. No one really knows though.” You say to him.

“Great I’ve always fuckin wondered how he got into hell” he said.

“What about you, whiskers? How’d you get here?” You ask him. He grunted.

“Don’t call me fuckin whiskers.” He sighed “I was in the Veitnam war, killed a bunch of people and shit. When I came back, I couldnt get over it so I kept drinking to wash the pain away eventually I pulled the trigger.” He confessed to to you. You had never seen this side of Husk.

“I’m sorry that happened.” You say to him. He grunts. “Whatever I’m here now.” He looked at you. “The fuck did you do?” He asked. You gave a breathy laugh in response.

“I worked at a psychic place where I would tell people’s fortune and shit, hence the genie thing. Except I didn’t give them their fortunes. I just told them suckers to go to a certain place at a certain time to meet their “lover” or “a place with high energy” but in reality I would be there waiting for them. That became a way of life. Til you know, I got caught and got the death sentence.” You confessed to him.

“That’s fucked up.”

“Shut the hell up.”

10 hours til showtime.

You were hanging out with Angel and Cherri, playing with his pig, Fat Nuggets. You guys were talking about the latest gossip, and trends happening in Hell.

“Angie why’d it take you so long to introduce me to (y/n)?!” Cherri asked while taking a drink of her Shirley Temple. Angel was drinking a strawberry cream cocktail, and (y/n) was drinking three fingers of rye.

“I dunno never thought about it.” Angel replied. You dramatically put your hand on your chest, “how dare you not think about me.” You say in a very dramatic English accent.

“I’m fucking sorry Jesus (y/n)!” Angel replied just as dramatically. You three laughed from Angels reaction. You were having Fat Nuggets do some tricks then giving him a treat in return when he did the trick right. “I find it funny that Husk is Fat Nuggets petsitter.” You say to Angel. He laughs. “Yeah he actually really likes Fat Nuggets.” You guys hung out for a couple of hours.

3 hours til showtime.

You wanted some time with Charlie before everything went down.

“I wanted to spend time with you Charlie. I don’t know what’ll happen in the next few hours. You’ve helped me a lot” you say to the fair skinned girl next to you. She smiled. One that would stay with you forever.

“I’m glad you wanted to spend this time with me.” Charlie answered you. You wrapped your arms around her and held her there in your arms for a while.

“Sorry, give me a minute. Just in case things don’t go according to plan, I wanted to take this moment to treasure this time we have together.” You say to her. She wraps her arms around you.

“I’m glad we could have this time. It’ll be okay (y/n).” Charlie says to you.

Showtime.

Everyone was ready. Everyone was in place. The plan was that Charlie was going to go over some hotel plans. While he was distracted, you have to go to him and just touch him.

That’s all I have to do. I just have to touch him.

Vaggie was on guard ready to hold him in place if needed. Husk and Nifty were keeping watch to make sure his shadows didn’t cause trouble for them. Angel and Cherri were sitting on the couch, ready to jump in if you needed back up. Everyone is there for you. Everyone is ready.

You approached the man, no. Demon who killed all those innocent people. Cut them up and ate them for power. I reached out to him about to touch his coat when he turned into a shadow and reappeared a couple feet away from you.

“Would you like something my dear?” Alastor asked you. You nodded your head.

“Yeah, wanted to know what your opinion was on this part of the hotel. What about a pool?!” You asked him. His smile grew.

“That is a wonderful idea!” He replied to you. You sighed in relief that, that worked.

He stood next to Charlie. You had an idea. Let him touch you. He doesn’t like to be touched but he invades peoples personal bubble by him touching them. Patience. That’s all it takes. He’s gotta touch you eventually.

He’s avoiding you. Not directly but he hasn’t touched you once even though Alastor is a very touchy person. He knows something is wrong. But he doesn’t know what is wrong.  “My my, the tension in this room is quite strong.” Alastor said with a smile. You nodded.  “I wonder why that is.” You ask sarcastically. He looped around the table next to you. This was it. This was your chance. You moved your hand. You got him. You had his wrist in your hand. Though he hand his black tentacles wrapped around your body. He was slowly starting to melt away, as he started to slip into the bottle. You didn’t under stand why he wasn’t attacking.  Angel, Charlie, Husk, Vaggie, and Nifty were holding onto Alastor. He couldn’t escape now. “Darling, you have me now, but I will get out. Your power cannot hold me forever.” He said as the last bit of him went into the bottle. You put the cap on and made sure a protection spell on it. Charlie wrapped her arms around you. “We did it. We really did it.” She said to you. You wrapped your arms around her too. The others came into the hug too. You all came out of the hug and sat at the table to discuss what happens now.  “The hotel is safe, for as long he is contained.” Vaggie said to the rest of the group. “My power can hold him. Eventually he will get out. Not now, but eventually.” You say to them. “Until then, we should increase our numbers.” Husk recommended. You nodded. “When that happens we will be ready.”  

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