#cause anything real will never happen’. and then everything is too real. and dion is just trying to have a bath and he’s trying not to

[milkybishop]

"- but with whom can you sit in water?"

and who can hop in the bath with you to make a show of not caring about your tattoos, and how can you not find it hard to hide your disdain at the attempt.

because either this is a trap you have blindly walked into again . . . or he really does love you and could have loved you all this time. and despite all that-

you cannot turn from the path that you are on.

[scammydoesstuff]

So about that 'Blue Bloods' episode…

I recently saw something come across my dash regarding Alex Brightman’s guest appearance on the season 11 episode of 'Blue Bloods' (The Common Good) and it reignited the vehement response I had to the episode as a whole. And, since I have this blog now, I figured…fuck it. I need to rant about it.

So that's what this is.

Take what I say with a grain of salt, of course. This show is so clearly not for me and I acknowledge that, but I went to school for and got my degree in creative writing and so much of this episode pissed me off from a narrative perspective and I just really need to talk about it. Putting it under a Read More, though, so you can ignore me if you’d like while I rage to no one in particular. Apologies in advance if you choose to read on. I'm super long-winded. Luckily I don't have pictures and this is more of just a lot of text, so…it could be longer?

So, to begin, I’ll freely admit that I’d never seen an episode of 'Blue Bloods' before this and I’ve not watched it since. I mean, if the rest of the episodes are as badly written as this one, I have no interest to either, but I digress.

Overall my main problem with the episode was how desperately it avoided ‘showing’ over ‘telling’ and, as a visual medium, that’s kind’ve a big deal. We were told pretty much every detail that was presented to us. These people love to hear themselves talk, but do little to actually show things as they happen and I believe a part of that has to do with the focus of the show itself, which is definitely unique to this brand of television. By that, I just mean that it’s not the format I might’ve expected from a show like this. Most cop shows give a lot of focus to the cases, and the intrigue you get with the characters is how they apply their own skills and knowledge to solve them, with the hi-jinks they get into along the way being more of a bonus.

This is not that kind of show.

No, 'Blue Bloods' as a show is way more interested in the cops and their familial ties than it is about the actual job that they’re doing, as shown prominently with the political plot of this episode which was also very focused on the relationship between Tom Selleck’s character and his daughter and the wholly unrelated dinner scene where they talk about lent for 2 and a half minutes and acknowledge nothing else that happened in the episode. This show doesn’t care about the job of being a cop so much as it cares about the cops themselves.

Which would be fine if I gave a shit about cops, but I don’t.

You could argue that the mentor plot is the exception to that, but that entire situation had no real consequences for the cop in question, Jamie, abusing his power. It was entirely focused on how the situation affected him and how it was fine that he’d nudged this kid to get information which ultimately led to the arrest of Dion's brother, and Dion quitting the program. Hell, if Jamie had, in his final scene with Dion, owned up to his abuse of power and left the program — to then urge Dion to rejoin so that he can have that positive outlet in his life without him there — I would’ve been way more okay with it, but Jamie faces no consequences past ‘I don’t wanna see you anymore’, which I was never convinced he actually cared about in the slightest. There's nothing cathartic about it, it's just shitty and left me feeling frustrated at the lack of consequences for the cop.

But hey, you prolly don’t wanna read me going on and on about those parts. You prolly wanna know why I hate it despite Alex’s plot — which I fully expected to love because he’s perfect and gorgeous even when he’s playing a bad guy and he was just so adorable in his lil suit and they let him keep the scruff this time, and he was all handsome an— I need to stop. That could go on forever.

Anyway, to put it simply; it was bad, but I'll definitely explain why.

Now, I don’t think any of the guests in this episode necessarily did a bad job. They still acted well enough for what they were given. I just think they had a shit script that wasn’t interested in that story line. I mentioned at the top of this that this show cared more about telling than showing and that’s a huge problem when you want me to buy a character being the culprit in your murder plot. I need evidence, not anecdotes. Cuz, yeah, by the end of the episode, I didn’t buy for even a second that Ralph did it. And it’s not because he was played by Alex who is just charisma incarnate. I can believe him playing a bad guy. I also watched his 'Law & Order SVU' episode where he scared the shit outta me. He can play a creepy and violent character very well, he just wasn’t convincing to me as a bad guy in this show.

And here’s why!

First of all, he confessed at knife point. That confession would be thrown away IRL. It’s the same problem with using torture to get information. If a person’s life is threatened or they're being harmed in some way, they’ll usually say whatever it takes to get you to stop threatening them/causing them pain. Same deal here. You can’t convince me with a confession like that.

But they didn't seem to be interested in convincing anyone as far as I could tell. They just expected you to believe it because, ‘no, didn’t you hear? He said he did it, so he did it.’ They had so many opportunities to portray this character as the shitbag that we’re told he is. Hell, great way to really implicate him? Give him a female assistant that Donnie Wahlberg and his partner overhear / walk in on him berating for something small like getting him the wrong coffee or something. Then have them talk to that assistant later on and her mention some weird behavior from him on the night of Andrea’s death. It's cliché, but it's more than what we got.

Or you could have him talk to Meghan in a super condescending voice when he approaches her after her interview later on. Or, hell, have him refer to the murder victim in a condescending way even as he talks about her death. But no. The most we get out of him is that he's maybe a little snarky and smug when talking to the cops, but that’s not enough to convince me he’s a bad dude. Frankly, his producer buddy came off as more of an asshole, if I'm being honest. Just cuz (we’re told) his character did shitty things to her in the past doesn’t mean he’s still shitty. Show me he’s still shitty. I wanna see it and I know Alex is capable of a performance like that.

Second, it’s also just…obvious to make him the culprit if we're to believe everything we're told about him. He and Andrea are described as having had beef a little while before the murder with him being abusive mentally and physically. He’s known in the community to be a misogynist and an abusive person overall. He’s the obvious suspect, but if there’s anything that Scooby-Doo taught me, it’s that it’s never the most obvious person. Like, once in a blue moon, sure — but it’s rare.

So yeah, I don’t believe that Ralph did it. You wanna know who I do think did it?

Meghan.

Alright, so bear with me. This'll prolly sound a little conspiratorial, but hear me out:

She had the motive. She confirms in the beginning of the episode that she’s also a female gamer like the victim, but that she was ‘no Andrea’. Andrea was her competition. They were (supposedly) friends and stuck together as female gamers, but Andrea was still competition. With her out of the way, Meghan’s able to rise in the ranks, if even a little bit.

She had a scapegoat in Ralph — again, the obvious suspect given his tumultuous relationship with Andrea sometime prior — and an obvious grudge against men in their community in general. And, don’t get me wrong, men in gaming can and often are hella toxic — I’m not, in any way, denying that — but she got way more emotional when talking about the men in their community than when she was talking about her supposed friend lying dead in the adjoining room.

Speaking of the adjoining room, how did she not hear the murder happening? It couldn’t have been when she was down in the bar, cuz we see Ralph there too in the crappy CCTV footage that was supposed to show him being an asshole, I think (hard to really see). Was she just fucking around somewhere else when it happened? She doesn’t mention as much that I recall (correct me if I'm wrong on that, of course). And Andrea was strangled to death. I would assume that there would’ve been a struggle with that. Are you seriously telling me she wouldn’t hear that in her adjoining hotel room? Those walls aren’t that thick. I find that kinda hard to believe. And that she wouldn’t have found her till the next morning after that, also strikes me as a little odd.

Going off on some previous points, she shows very little grief over her friend’s death. Not just in the intro scene, either, but later on as well. (Side bar: that intro scene itself was very misleading. Don’t lead with a murder plot if it only takes up less than 10 minutes of the overall runtime, kay?) The show did a pretty bad job at indicating the passage of time, but it’s implied that the convention is still happening when Meghan gets the confession out of Ralph, so it would’ve had to have been the same weekend, or possibly the same week (though most conventions I’m aware of don’t last that long — it’s usually a weekend thing, at most Thursday-Sunday — but it could be similar to AGDQ, which seems to last about a week). So, if this is only a day or so later, why would someone who is supposedly grieving over their dead friend do interviews like nothing is wrong? Wouldn't you, like, reschedule or just politely decline and say you need time to process the shock? Like, when we cut to ol’ Donnie Wahlberg calling her after her interview, she doesn’t look upset — as I imagine she might if they’d likely asked her questions about Andrea / her feelings about the murder — and she seems cool as a cucumber when she asks Ralph to go somewhere private. In fact, the look on her face indicates pretty clearly that she’s planning to do something. Specifically, not that she's scared, that she's angry.

Finally, she’s the one who’s attacking Ralph when Donnie Wahlberg and company arrive on the scene. She doesn’t seem to have any marks on her indicating that he made any move to harm her (again, correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't remember seeing her with any marks / cuts), but he’s got a clear, bleeding cut on his face. She attacked him first and was going in for the kill.

Or…was she? Cuz right before Donnie Wahlberg pulls her into that bear hug to stop her from the attack, she doesn’t do a great job of actually trying to kill Ralph. She was close enough that a quick dart at him would’ve probably been enough to at least injure him pretty significantly — maybe even fatally — and would’ve surely led the cops to pull them apart to secure him, but she kinda just hops around a bit and screams before lunging for him. That’s a really weird way to attack when you actually want to kill someone.

But, then again, I don’t necessarily think she did want to kill him. I’m convinced she wanted that confession, but that she also wanted him in jail and was playing the part of the super sad and hysterical victim who was just so overcome with her grief that she wasn’t in her right mind. I think that’s what they were going for in regards to her character in general, but it came across as less sincere in the performance and more like the character was putting on an act. They then cart Ralph off while comforting her — despite the fact that she disobeyed a direct order from police, which should lead to her being detained as well! — and that plot ends.

So, she gets what she wants in the end. A person she despises is now in police custody, her competition is out of the way, and the publicity she might get for bringing that ‘murderer’ to justice might eventually lead to her own career getting a nice boost. I dunno, it just strikes me as her having a great reason to have initiated this over Ralph just being a misogynist who 'was really trying to kill Meghan and just got the wrong girl'.

So yeah, with what the show presented to us, I believe Meghan’s the real killer. Again, if they’d done more to show me that Ralph was a bad dude or that she was more affected by her supposed friend’s death, or if they'd just given that plot more room to breathe to show those things, I might’ve been more inclined to buy the narrative they were pushing but…as is, I don’t believe it.

That’s pretty much all I wanted to say on the matter. I had a lot of issues with the domestic abuse plot line too, but they barely gave that 5 minutes of the overall runtime, so does it really matter in the long run? This is just…my thought process of the only part of the episode I watched for and how disappointing it was for me. And yes, I timed each section of the episode to figure out how much time was given to each of the 4 plots, plus the dinner scene at the end, but not counting the intro theme, and the murder plot got just over 8 minutes, of which Alex was on screen for half of that time. He got less than 5 minutes of screen time. It was definitely worth it just because he’s wonderful and I just like seeing him on these shows, but from a narrative standpoint, it felt pointless.

Okay, I’m done. Thank you for coming to my TED talk. Unless y’all wanna talk about this some more, cuz I’m so down for that.

[walpurga-nacht-academy]

Djinn’s Bride! ~A Celebration of Love~

Part 4

[Walpurga Nacht Academty]

[Prefect Meeting Room]

Rosa: [cough] Is- [cough] Is this for real?!

Cass: [cough] Th-There’s- [cough] so much smoke in here! My- [cough] My eyes are burning…

Agatha: [cough] Annoying… [cough]

Blanche: Wait- [cough] the smoke is clearing. 

Diana: …

Rosa: E-EH?! Isn’t- Isn’t that a-

Diana: A djinn.

Rosa: He-He’s huge!! And is that smoke?!

Blanche: Djinns are elementals that take the form of smoke to facilitate easier travel. They do not have a body per se, but they are still capable of interacting with the material world.

Marcia: …

Rosa: Isn’t that kinda like cheating?!

June: HEY!! YOU SHITTY GHOUL! WHY ‘HE ‘ELL YA GONE AND DID ‘HAT, HUH?!

Vita: Hm~? My apologies, beanstalk. It seems that I am incapable of understanding that horribly awkward accent of yours. Perhaps speaking less like a swine might help, hm~?

June: YOU FUC-

[ROAR]

[GROUND SHAKING]

Cass: Eek!

Rosa: Woah, woah, woah! Wh-what’s going on?!

Blanche: Th-The noise!!

Diana: … Ugh.

June: It’s too fuckin’ loud!!

Vita: My~ What a great pair of lungs this creature has at his disposal~

June: Don’t ya smile, ya freak!

Agatha: Don’t… threaten… Big… Sis… !!

June: Haaaaaa?! Ya want to get pummeled, ya shit?! Outta my way ‘fore I-

Rosa: I-It stopped! 

Blanche: … Finally.

Cass: Mi-Miss Dion! Are you alright?! Um, you suddenly collapsed-

Blanche: I’m fine, Cassandra. No need to worry. It was merely the noise.

Cass: Th-That’s such good news to hear!

Rosa: Eh? Diana? Are you ok? You’re holding your head.

Diana: Mm. Just wasn’t expecting that. But now it’s fine. I got it memorized.

Rosa: Me-Memorized? Huh? 

Diana: Mm.

Rosa: … I-I don’t really get it, but you seem to have things under control! Still, that roar really freaked me out. Seriously, what the hell is up with that lamp, Marcia? You just said it wasn’t magic, but then it suddenly started spouting smoke and now this djinn came out? That’s way too- Marcia? Marcia? Hey! Are you listening to me? HEY!

Marcia: … [mumble]

Rosa: Huh? What was that?

Marcia: … a djinn…

Rosa: Eh? Don’t tell me you’re just realizing it?!

Marcia: It’s a djinn!!

Rosa: Ye-Yeah! I noticed! So what are we-

Marcia: AND I WASN’T THE ONE WHO SET IT FREE!

Rosa: .... Huh…?

Marcia: Shit! I can’t believe I missed a chance like this?! Aaaaaaaah!! This is so frustrating!!

Rosa: …

Marcia: Senpai, switch with me!! I’ll give you anything you want in exchange for that lamp!! Name your price! I’m begging you!

Rosa: SHE ACTUALLY DID IT! SHE’S PROSTRATING HERSELF ON THE GROUND! HAVE SOME DIGNITY AT LEAST, MARCIAAAAAAA!

Marcia: You moron!! Dignity means nothing in the face of such things! I’m throwing it all away! So, please, senpai!

Vita: Oh my~ How exciting~ To see you kneel before me like that certainly sends a shiver down my spine~

Agatha: Hehehehehehehe… dumb… chowder… finally… learned… its… place… Hehehehehehe!

Marcia: That’s right! That’s right! I’m just dumb, lowly chowder that should be trampled over! Oh, great senpai! Great sinister presence! I’m not worthy to stand before you! So, please, just the lamp and I’ll be gone!

Cass: Mi-Miss Pyroeis!

June: HEEEEEEY! YA DUMBASS STAND UP! THE ‘ELL YA DOIN’?!

Marcia: SHUT IT! 

June: ?!

Marcia: I’m not letting this sort of opportunity pass me by! Those wishes are gonna be mine!

June: … Ya really askin’ for a beatin’, ain’tcha? ‘Hat’s fine by me.

Cass: Mi-Mi-Mi-Mi-Miss Himalia! Ple-Please don’t fight right now, um!

June: Don’t hold me back, Cass! I’ll pummel ‘his one and ‘hen the shitty ghoul’s next!

Vita: My, you certainly are like an enraged bull. Not surprising, considering your level of intelligence~

June: YA BI-

Diana: ENOUGH.

All: !!!

Cass: Mi-Miss Arrow…

Marcia: Di-Diana…

Diana: Vita. June. Fighting among ourselves makes us better targets.

June: …

Vita: …

Diana: We have other problems now.

Djinn: Oh? You’re talking about me? Yeah, I think you’re talking about me. About time, I’ll say! You really took your time getting me in this story, didn’t you?

Blanche: Story? Just what-

Djinn: But nevermind that! It’s all water over the bridge! Or water under the bridge? You know, I can never keep these things straight at all! You’d guess 100,000 years in a lamp would make you better at remembering stuff, but let me tell you, it sure doesn’t! Hahahahahaha!

Cass: Um…

Djinn: A-ny-way~ Can’t tell you all how glad I am to be finally out of that thing! I mean sure, the place’s great and all, and the landlord’s a real sweetheart - handsome, to boot too, not wanting to brag - but the room service sucked since you have to do everything yourself! Get it, ‘cause you’re all alone in there?

Rosa: …

Djinn: Wow, tough crowd tonight, isn’t it? What, a kappa sucked out your sense of humor? HA! Kappa joke! Get it?! Hilarious, right?

Diana: …

Djinn: Yeesh. Got a warmer reception by the Moss Fairies up in the Mountains. HA! Though let me tell you those girls can partaaaaaay! Wooo, most fun I had that entire century!

Agatha: … Annoying.

Djinn: Woah, woah, woah! That was seriously rude! Didn’t your parents teach you better? I sure hope you’re not the one who summoned me if you’re just gonna act like that. Speaking about that~

Rosa: Woah! Way too close!

Cass: Eek!

Djinn: Which one of you loooooovely ladies just so happened to wake me up from my nap, hm?

Rosa: Eh? Ah, that was…

Marcia: SENPAI! PLEASE! I REST AT THE FEET OF YOUR GLORIOUS SELF AND BEG FOR MERCY!

Vita: Oh, if ‘tis be the case… Hm~ Very well~

Diana: …

Blanche: You’re just going to hand it over like that?

Vita: What a distrustful gaze~ Do you think me so heartless that I would viciously ignore such an earnest cry?

Agatha: Big… Sis… is… really… kind… hehehehehehe...

Rosa: Aaah, that’s somehow really hard to picture…

Agatha: That’s… because… the… amoeba’s... brain… is… too… small...  

Rosa: Why-

Marcia: YAHOOOOO! Alright, alright, alright! After everything that happened… all the hardship… all the hard work… I’m finally getting my well-earned reward! Aaaah, it’s like I’m floating with overflowing happiness~

Rosa: She’s definitely gone…

Blanche: It seems so…

Marcia: Djinn!

Djinn: Hm? What’s up?

Marcia: Yo-You’re kinda more informal than I imagined… But nevermind that! You asked about your master, didn’t you?! Well, here she stands!

Djinn: Oh? It’s you? 

Rosa: Hey, is it just me or does this guy sound kinda disappointed?

Djinn: Hm~ I was hoping it would be that buxom, long haired one over there, but I guess a tomboy with short hair works well too~

Marcia: A-Ah, the standards for Masters are kinda… Uh, nevermind! I’ll have my three wishes now, please! First, I want a super huge vault filled with money that keeps filling up no matter how much you take out of it! Next, I want a potion that can cure any ailment in existence and give you eternal health! Then, I want-

Djinn: Oh, about that… No can do.

Marcia: Hu-Huh?! What do you mean “No can do”?! You’re a djinn, right?! You fulfill your Master’s wishes, don’t you?! 

Djinn: Well, normally, yeah…

Marcia: Then what’s the problem?! I’m your Master, aren’t I?!

Djinn: Hm, I guess I have to settle for you… But, you’re wrong about the wish-granting thing.

Marcia: … What? 

Djinn: Sure, us, djinn, usually do that sort of stuff. Granting wishes. Making people rich. Getting them the date of their dreams… However, I’ve decided to leave all that behind!

Marcia: …

Djinn: It’s all become so passe, you know? It’s more the stuff your grandparents would do, and I’m just not about that. So, I said screw it. After all, you’ve only got an eternity, right? Why waste it on a soul-crushing job? 

Marcia: …

Rosa: Mm, is it just me or is he making sense here?

Blanche: Rosalia…

Djinn: That’s it! You get it, strawberry shortcake! I gotta be a free man! Make my own choices!

Blanche: Is that so… ?

Djinn: Oh, yeah! That’s why I decided to pursue comedy instead!

Rosa: Eh?! Really?! Me too!

Djinn: No way! Guess it was fate that brought us together, cutie pie!

Rosa: Eh! Th-That’s way too close!

Djinn: So, tell me a little about yourself! What do you like to do? Besides being drop dead gorgeous~!

Rosa: Ugh!

Agatha:... Gross.

Vita: My~ It seems that our dear acquaintance fancies himself a bit of a charmer~

Marcia: …. No way.

Vita: Hm~?

Marcia: No way…

Cass: Mi-Miss Pyroeis? 

Marcia: NO WAAAAAAAAY!

Cass: Eek!

Blanche: !!!

Djinn: Hm?

Marcia: You’ve got to be kidding me! What kind of twisted joke is this, huh?! To have the rug pulled from beneath my feet just when I was about to reach the promised paradise! What sort of being would take such pleasure in this cruelty?!

Vita: Fufu.

Djinn: Hey, hey, girlie! I feel like that is a dig at me, ain’t it?

Marcia: Dig?! This is more a questioning of your entire existence! If you were just planning on being useless from the beginning then why’d you even come out of that lamp, huh?!

Blanche: Marcia! Calm down.

Marcia: I refuse to! This sort of trauma can’t be overlooked just like that! Aaaah! I’ve never wanted to become more like the paint on the walls than now!

Blanche: She’s completely stopped making any sense…

Djinn: Woah, just chill, won’t you? Can’t believe I’m getting a reception like this from my own Master. Talk about bad management, huh? Sure, you ain’t getting those wishes. But who cares?

Marcia: I do!! I very much do!! It’s my whole reason for existing! Now I’m just a spineless jellyfish carried by currents! What’s the point in even existing like this, huh?!

Cass: Mi-Miss Pyroeis!

Djinn: Yeesh. That’s a bit over dramatic… Listen here girlie, you’re not getting those wishes. You’re getting something even better!

Marcia: … Huh? Really?

Djinn: Oh yeah! Drum Rolls please!!

[Drum Rolls]

Djinn: You’re getting the ultimate, most coveted, chance of a lifetime opportunity ooooooooof…

MARRYING ME!

Marcia: … Eh… ?

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH?

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[onegayastronaut]

Dark Hero (Hope Mikaelson x Reader)

Requested by anon:   Hi, I’m new to your tumblr but I’ve literally binged every hope Mikaelson fic you’ve wrote bcz I’m Danielle Rose Russell’s bitch 😂. Could we get a hope/reader where you get kidnapped and hopes dark side comes out to find and save you?

Words: 2131

Hope smiled as she looked down at your sleeping form. Being in a relationship with you was something that she never saw coming. Everything from your nerdy rants about your new favorite book to sitting on the couch watching movies together, you gave her a semblance of what “normal” teenagers would spend their time doing. It has been over a year since you’ve helped her turn her humanity switch back on, and she couldn’t be happier with how her life has turned out so far. Hope kissed your head before making her way towards the kitchen to get you your favorite food. Today was going to be a great day because there were no monsters to hunt, and she could spend all day with you.

The smell of freshly baked cookies was what initially woke you up. That, along with the thought of having the entire day with Hope made you so excited that you nearly sat straight up.

“Someone’s excited to wake up today.”

“Wait, did you get all this food for me?”

“Well, some of the food is for me also. Don’t be silly.” Hope sat down next to you and put the food on the bed. “What were you thinking of doing today?”

“Since we have the day to ourselves, I was thinking about going to Mystic Falls for the day and hanging out. Then when we’re tired, we’ll just come back here and watch Netflix until one or both of us pass out in front of the computer.”

“Sounds good to me. Now take the rest of the food with you, I want to get a head start on going to town.”

Driving anywhere with Hope was fun for you because not only did you get to spend time with your favorite person in the world, but you also got to bug her with singing along to your favorite songs. There were more than enough hopeless romantic songs for you to sing along to, and the sight of Hope pretending to be irritated by you only served to egg you on. You were on a heartfelt rendition of Celine Dion’s “Because You Loved Me” when you saw Hope frown at something on the car.

“What is it?”

“Shit, I forgot to put gas in the car last week. We’re going to have to pull in on a gas station along the way if we’re going to make it to Mystic Falls.”

“That’s cool, we can also grab snacks to eat before we make it in town.”

“Are you sure about that? Don’t want you aspirating on a peanut while you’re singing.”

“Play nice babe. You know you love the sound of me singing these love songs.”

“You know I do. Now don’t talk to strangers, I’m going to get some gas for our car.”

“Don’t forget about the snacks!” You settled back down in your seat and thought about the next song you wanted to sing. Hearing the car door close behind you made you turn around, and you saw a man in a suit and tie sit down. “Hey man, I think you’re in the wrong car.”

“No, as a matter of fact, you are exactly the person I hoped to see.”

“What the hell?” You didn’t get a chance to ask anything else as the man pressed a cloth against your face.

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“Well, I got your favorite chips, some soda for the road, and even some of these weird dried fruits. I never know if they’re any good or..not.” Hope looked around for you, which was strange because you never wandered off without telling her where you were going. What made this more alarming was when she saw your phone sticking out from the edge of the seat because you never went anywhere without it in your hand.“(Y/N)? (Y/N), where are you?” Hope got out of the car to look for you. “(Y/N)!”

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Ric sighed as his phone rang. This was his one day off, and it seemed as if he just couldn’t catch a break. However, when he saw that it was Hope, his back straightened off his chair. She never called him unless there was a real emergency. 

“Hope? What is it?”

“(Y/N)’s missing! She’s missing and I can’t find her! I’ve tried casting a locator spell but nothing’s showing up.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll talk to Emma to see if she can help with locating (Y/N). Where are you now? I’ll come to get you and figure out our next step.”

“There’s no ti--” Before Hope could finish her sentence, a bright light seemed to flash in her eyes, causing her to close them tightly. Random images of you passed out in the back of a car caused her heartbeat to quicken as the headache increased in intensity. The necklace that she gave you for your birthday was glowing, which not only gave her a sense of which direction you were going in but also told her that you were in danger.

“Hope? Hope? Are you still there?” 

“Dr. Saltzman, she’s in trouble. I don’t know who took her but I know which direction she’s headed in. I have to go now.” 

“No, Hope! Wait for everyone else to get to where you are before you do anything!”

“There’s no time. I have to go get my girlfriend.” Hope’s heart seemed to jump out of her chest, and she had to take a minute to get her mind in order. She might as well be useless to you if she couldn’t think clearly and save you from whoever had taken you. Waiting for Dr. Saltzman and the other students would not be the best choice as they might stop her from going through whoever she needed to in order to make sure you were safe.

Driving down a long stretch of road was lonelier than she ever thought possible. Not having you singing in the car next to her made everything seem too quiet, and it only filled her with more urgency to find you. The person who took you away from her was going to be very sorry for putting you in danger.

Knowing the direction that you were in is not an exact science, but Hope already knew that. The first place that she stopped at was a dingy motel that was situated in the middle of nowhere. It seemed as if the place wasn’t even open for business, but it was where the spell led her. After peeping through several windows, Hope finally came across a woman sitting on her own in the main courtyard.

“Ma’am? Excuse me, but have you seen anyone come in and out of here recently?”

When the lady turned around, it was obvious to Hope that she had been compelled. “A gentleman handed this to me earlier today. He told me that you would know what to do with it when you saw it.” The lady handed Hope a white envelope and walked away. 

Hope frowned but opened the envelope anyway, knowing it might lead to finding (Y/N). Inside, she found a picture of you and a note saying “You know what you must do to get her back. Come when you’re ready, my location is on the back of the picture.” Hope closed her eyes and opened them to read the note again. She knew that whoever wrote this note knew about the period of time when her humanity switch was turned off, and apparently, she had to do it again if she wanted to see you again. Hope didn’t want to disappoint you, but she knew she didn’t have another way of seeing you again.

Hope didn’t remember much about the drive to the location written on the picture, but that was what happens when you turn your humanity switch off. She knew that at the moment, there was no other choice, so she just had to go along with it. The location turned out to be a derelict building that has definitely seen better days, but she knew from your scent that you were definitely there. Hope could also identify the scent of another person there, but she couldn’t quite place who it was. The door slammed open as soon as Hope uttered a spell, and she walked into an empty warehouse. It didn’t take long for her eyes to fall on you, and she immediately ran over to untie you from the chair.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” A man stepped out into the light. “Those ropes have a special spell attached to them that only I can break. If you try to break them, they’ll strangle her.”

“Let her go.” Hope’s eyes brightened as her fists tightened. The only reason why she hesitated was the fact that you seemed somewhat aware of the situation that you were in. If you weren’t there, she would have snapped this man’s neck without hesitation, but she didn’t want you to see her that way. “Please just let her go.”

“Not until you tell me what you did to my family. Not until you confess the things that you did to me and all the other families while you were running around taking lives.”

“Don’t do anything he says, Hope. Don’t listen to him.”

“I’m going to get you out of this, (Y/N), don’t worry.” Hope turned to the man as she wracked her brain for a spell to get both of you out of this situation. “Honestly, I don’t remember you or your family. I don’t know what happened to them, and I can’t give you an honest answer as to whether or not I killed them. My humanity switch was off then, so chances are that I might have hurt them and not even remembered it afterward.”

“You’ll remember, I’ll make you remember!” You could hear the man gritting his teeth from where you were sitting, and you struggled to get yourself out of the knots that he had tied around you. However, it seemed like every time you tried to move your arms the ropes pulled tighter, making it hard to breathe. Before long, it seemed as if there was a thin mist coming from the ropes, causing them to burn your arms. “Your girlfriend over there is going to lose her arms if you don’t start talking!” He didn’t get any further as Hope muttered something unintelligible and the ropes fell off from your arms. All you saw was a blur as Hope ran up to the platform and held the man up by his throat.

“Hope, no! Don’t do it!”

“He threatened to harm you. If I don’t kill him now, he’ll just keep coming until he gets what he wants. I can’t let him do that.”

“If you kill him, you’re never going to forgive yourself. Please don’t do it, Hope.”

“No, what he did is unforgivable.” Hope tightened her grip on the man’s throat, and you knew you had to do something before she did something that she couldn’t take back. The only thing that you could think of when she was in this state was to get in front of Hope in an attempt to make her come back to you.

“Hope, Hope, look at me.” You tilted her face to look at you. Hope had always hated the fact that you were taller than her, but you loved kissing her forehead whenever you had a chance to. “Hope, please let him go. I know you’re angry right now, but I need you to be here with me.” Much to your relief, Hope let the man down and turned to you.

“I’ll let Dr. Saltzman deal with him.” Hope’s hands traced the burn marks that the ropes had left on your arms. “Though right now I think killing him will make me feel good.”

“You know you don’t really want to do that. How about taking me back to school so you don’t feel like killing everyone in sight?”

“There are some people at school that make me think that keeping my switch off might not be such a bad idea.” Hope held onto your hand tight enough to stop the blood flow to it, and she let go as soon as she saw you wince. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I know what you mean, but I still think it’s best if we go back before you get in trouble with Dr. Saltzman.”

“Okay, but what about me?” The man in front of you now seemed a lot smaller now that he was on the floor.

Hope marched over and gave him a kick strong enough to send him into the wall. “I think that should keep him there until Dr. Saltzman gets here.”

[artificialqueens]

Lemon's Misadventures in Dating, Chapter 4 (Lemon x Rita) - Mermelada

A/N: Bonjour hi! Here is chapter four, trigger warning for panic attacks and anxiety in this one. I promise one day I might attempt some actual smut… maybe. Thanks again for all the lovely feedback and comments, I love you all!

With soft hands against her stomach and the warmth of gentle breathing on the neck of her neck, Lemon hadn’t woken up in such a serene way for a while. She wiggled deeper into the other woman’s embrace, tangling their legs as they spooned. The past few days had been completely out of the ordinary for the young dancer, meeting two, very different women and having an amazing time with both. She had lost count of the number of orgasms she had had, yet it was this silent, calm cuddle which left her feeling most content, inadvertently reminding Lemon of what she missed most from her last relationship.

Things with Rita had started out similarly to her date with Kyne, although this time it felt like Lemon was the one doing all the talking. But rather than looking disinterested, Rita leaned in, focussing on every word, asking short questions to keep her talking. She later realised, however – after two amaretto sours and a shot of tequila – that Rita wasn’t quiet or introverted at all; she was, for some reason, genuinely interested in Lemon’s life. They spent a good three hours at the bar, discussing which animals would be best at which sport, debating which was the best Céline Dion song of all time, and making up life stories for the other patrons. Her thick accent was just the tip of the very sexy iceberg that was Rita, her curves stealing the show in black skinny jeans and a red blouse, her bleached blond hair swept back in a half-up do. After a quick detour to a hot dog stand across the road, the pair made it back to Rita’s modern and spacious apartment, which Lemon noticed was in a very fancy part of town she seldom visited. They wasted no time in doing what they had planned to do all along, which led to the peaceful morning where they now found themselves. As the sunlight crept in through a gap in the curtains, Lemon could feel the body behind her start to stretch out.

“Good morning”, she mumbled sleepily, turning around to face her companion. She came face to face with a line of small bruises along the Québécoise’s collarbone, which she tenderly kissed as she blissfully remembered how they got there. “Did you sleep well?”

“That was the best sleep I have had in a long time” smiled Rita, wrapping her arms back around Lemon’s waist and lightly kissing her on the forehead. “I don’t normally have such a big workout before bed, it obviously helped! How about you?”

“Your bed is so comfy, I slept like a baby” mewed Lemon contentedly, snuggling back into Rita’s embrace.

Gently tracing a finger up and down the blonde’s naked back, she hummed her reply. “It’s funny when people say that, because babies do not sleep.”

“Huh, I mean what are you, a doctor or something?”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“I’m a doctor.”

Lemon pulled her head back abruptly to look the now puzzled woman in the eyes, her face contorted in shock. “What?! Since when?!”

“Since I graduated med school, I think.”

“Why didn’t you tell me last night?”

“I did!”

“You said you worked in a hospital, those don’t mean the same thing!” Lemon didn’t quite understand why this revelation had caused such a reaction in her, but her mind was going into overdrive. Rita’s an adult. She’s an actual fully-grown, fully-functioning adult with a real job, and look at me: I’m completely worthless. I bet she regrets everything, I told her so much dumb shit last night that she could easily use against me. Maybe that’s why she asked so many questions, to find out just how much of a mess I really am. She’ll go into work tomorrow and tell all her grown-up colleagues about the dumb child she hooked up with and they’ll all have a good laugh about the fucking dumb dancer who doesn’t even dance anymore because she’s so shit. I’ve made a huge mistake. I need to get out of here now, I can’t stay here, I’m going to throw up, I’m…  

“Hey, Lemon, sweetie, look at me.”

Rita moved to kneel beside Lemon’s head on the bed, carefully placing a hand on her shoulder. Lemon didn’t even realise how long she’d been silent for or how unsteady her breathing had become, let alone notice the tears which had formed in her eyes or the fearful look which had taken over her face as her inner voice ran out of control. She was frozen. The shorter-haired woman looked worried and she began to gently move Lemon into a more upright position, adjusting the pillows behind her. “Let’s breathe together, Lemmy, okay? Now let’s breathe in, two, three, four, and out, two, three, four…”

The pair continued breathing together, never breaking eye contact for what felt like hours to the younger woman. Rita’s voice was low and soothing, and her touch warmed Lemon right to her core. Eventually, her breathing levelled out and she closed her eyes, not able to stop the sobs which escaped them.

“I’m so sorry.”

“What for? You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“I feel so stupid, I don’t know why that happened, I’m sorry.” She threw her head into Rita’s chest, clinging onto her for dear life. “It’s just… I don’t normally do one night stands but that’s what I wanted last night to be, but you’re being so nice to me and you don’t deserve that. But I know that’s what you wanted too, but you definitely didn’t sign up for me crying in your bed this morning. And you’re an adult with your shit together, and then look at me!”. Rita simply let her ramble through the tears, holding the petite girl in her arms and combing her fingers through her hair. Slowly, she started to shuffle back down the bed, taking Lemon with her, and pulling the duvet back over them. The Québécoise planted tiny kisses on the top of the head of blonde hair still snuggled into her, before bringing her hands up to wipe her wet cheeks with her thumbs.

“Firstly, sweetie, never apologise, please. Brains are really, really, stupid things, they do stupid shit all the time. That’s why I hate brain surgeons, they’re all stupid.” Lemon giggled as she closed her eyes and rested her head once again upon Rita’s chest. “Secondly, I’m really not that old, and my shit is nowhere near together. I’m on Tinder too, remember!” She continued stroking Lemon’s long hair, massaging her scalp so lightly that she thought she could fall asleep at any point. “And one night stands are allowed, you’re not a bad person if you have one, right? But remember you don’t ever have to do anything you don’t want to, okay? If you’d said, we could have just watched a movie or gone home after the bar, I’m so sorry if I made you do something you didn’t want to.”

Hearing the other woman’s voice break  was Lemon’s cue to turn around and grab Rita’s hand tightly, noticing that now she too had tears falling from her chestnut eyes. “Hey, hey, crying is my thing, okay, so stop that!” she smiled, managing to prise a brief chuckle from Rita. “You didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to! In case you didn’t notice, I had a fucking good time! I hope you don’t regret it now?”

Rita laughed again, messily wiping her tears with the back of her hand. “It was tolerable”, yelping as she earned herself a playful kick on the shin. As she extended her arm around Lemon’s shoulders, she wiggled around to find the comfiest position, snuggled into Rita’s side like a koala, head resting between her breasts. “May I ask an honest question, Lemmy?”

“Of course, shoot.”

“Why are you on Tinder?”

Lemon tapped her fingers against Rita’s soft stomach. How much information was she supposed to give? After all that had already happened this morning, she decided that she really trusted the platinum blonde beside her.

“I was with my girlfriend for three years, we lived together, I thought we’d be together forever…” Once again feeling the all-too familiar sting in the corners of her eyes, she stopped and looked at Rita, expecting some form of encouragement to carry on, but of course, the other woman was far far too patient and understanding.

“Don’t worry, sweetie”, she hushed as she stroked Lemon’s shoulder, pulling her in again for a hug. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to say any more.”

“What about you? If you don’t mind sharing,” whispered Lemon from her safety net of Rita’s arms.

The tall woman sighed. “It’s stupid, really. My friends made me download it.” She glanced at Lemon, who nodded for her to continue. “I fell for a colleague, we just got on really well, you know? And not just because she speaks some French or we are the only two queer people in the ward. But they say you shouldn’t sleep where you eat, so they tried to help me find someone else.”

“It’s shit where you eat, but I knew what you meant” smiled Lemon, laughing and recoiling as she felt Rita’s hand make contact with her bare ass. “Sorry! Sorry! So has it worked?”

Silence filled the bright bedroom, broken only by the sound of Rita inhaling through her teeth. “Well, I have met some people, including some very nice people, and there have been some fun times.” Her smile was small, her lips hidden inside her mouth, so Lemon noticed that that definitely wasn’t the end of the answer.

“But…?”

“But…” sighed Rita defeatedly, running her hand along Lemon’s arm, “I still have to see her every day. And talk to her, and work with her, and eat lunch with her, so it is not so easy to forget her.”

They lay together in the same position for a while, neither knowing what to say next. Rita continued to gently stroke Lemon’s arm, and Lemon traced light shapes across Rita’s chest as she listened to the subtle thud of her heart. The writing was already on the wall for any future relationship between them, but Lemon couldn’t face any more serious talk. Besides, they were both still naked in bed together. 

“So if you think brain surgeons are so stupid, Dr Rita, can I ask what your area of expertise is?”

“Nephrology,” smirked Rita, taking in the confused expression in front of her. “Kidney stuff. I love the kidneys!”

“You weirdo!” laughed Lemon, feeling yet another jovial slap upon her right ass-cheek. “Why would anyone want to do that?!”

“Because I love kidneys, I just told you! And I get to play with the big, cool dialysis machines all day!”

The pair smiled warmly at each other, foreheads meeting in the middle of the king-size bed, limbs slotting together as if they’d done so a thousand times already. Lemon placed a wet kiss on the tip Rita’s nose, then her lips, then her chin. “You are insane, your Tinder profile should come with a warning!”

“Would you still choose me if it did?”

“Absolutely.”

[hockeylvr59]

Atypical Summer || Auston Matthews

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: You guys should know the drill by now, I have some weird dreams and eventually the muse is strong enough to write down. This came out of the blue last night but it was vivid enough for me to run with it. Hopefully, you enjoy. Eventually, I will consistently write about someone other than Auston Matthews, but that day is not today.

Warnings: maybe a swear or two...also this had zero proofreadings so all mistakes are mine (I need sleep though so oh well)

Word Count: 4,217

It was finally the first day of your last year of school.

You’d said that before when you graduated from undergrad but this time you were serious, law school was the end of the road in your education. Adjusting your bag on your shoulder you smiled and nodded at your classmates as you made your way into the law school building. You could hear everyone chatting about what they’d done over the summer: the work they’d done, the trips they’d taken. It was all very typical and your summer was anything but. Yes, you’d also completed an internship. Yes, you’d also gone to visit your family. But that was where the similarities ended.

See you were supposed to intern with a firm located on the East Coast.

Instead said East Coast firm had sent you and another intern out to Arizona to work on a massive document review for pending litigation.

You had started the summer completely single with no plans of that changing any time soon.

The massive diamond currently located on your left ring finger (as well as the matching rose gold band that was on its way from the jeweler) made it obvious to anyone who saw them that that status had changed.

Your summer had been completely atypical and you really couldn’t even explain how it all happened.

___

You’d been partnered up with Alex on the first day of your internship. The firm liked to have its summer associates work in pairs in order to show what it would be like to be partnered with another attorney on a case.

A week later you were on a flight to Arizona, the firm having assigned the two of you to go over the hundreds of documents that they had received from discovery of a multi-million dollar products liability case. The company being sued was headquartered in Arizona and would give full access but all documentation had to remain there. Hence the trip across the country.

The firm was paying you both a travel stipend in addition to your weekly salary but the day after you’d been assigned Alex had stopped you in the hall to suggest that you stay with her and her family and save the hotel money to pay for your bar exam prep course or something. See Alex grew up in Arizona, and her house was only twenty minutes from the company where you’d be spending your summer. To sweeten the deal she threw in that her brother had a house with a pool not too far away and it was open for the two of you to use basically whenever. And at that point, there was no way you weren’t going to agree because the extra couple thousand dollars in your pocket would go a long way as a broke grad school student.

You didn’t realize exactly what you’d gotten yourself into until you had climbed out of the uber and entered the house, immediately being welcomed by the smiling face of Alex’s mom. You knew that face from somewhere and as she pulled you into a hug and you looked over her shoulder at the framed photos on the wall it all hit you at once.

You were standing in Auston Matthew’s childhood home and you were going to be staying with his parents and siblings for the next two months. As Ema Matthews pulled back from the hug, Alex introduced the two of you and the matriarch of the family insisted that you just call her mom.

It was clear that Alex had noticed the look of shock on your face and as she guided you upstairs to the guest room where you’d be staying she waited silently while you processed your thoughts.

“How...how did I not make the connection until now? Why didn’t you say something?” You sputtered causing Alex to laugh before flopping onto the bed.

“I figured you had figured it out already. And it’s not a big deal.” She was right that it shouldn’t be a big deal but for some reason, it felt like it was. Embarrassment flooded over your cheeks because you had spent so much time already talking about hockey that it was clear you were obsessed. All you could do was praise the gods that you hadn’t made a comment about how talented and attractive her brother is.

Your atypical summer had begun.

____

Your birthday fell toward the middle of your time in Arizona. And you’d thought about saying something to Alex or Ema but the weekend before your birthday they’d all started talking about their plans for the day in question and the last thing you wanted them to do was cancel things for you.

So Ema and Brian headed out to visit a massive flea market before going out for dinner and a movie. Alex was going on a date with her boyfriend and Breyana was going to a sleepover with some of her girlfriends. That left you home alone, curled up in bed with a Mike’s Hard Black Cherry Lemonade and some history documentaries. Not the ideal birthday but it would have to do.

Around 7:30pm there was a knock on the door to your room and you stirred from you documentary daze to murmur a response figuring that maybe Alex had come home early. Instead, when the door cracked open, it was the large frame belonging to Auston that appeared. In his hand was a cupcake with a single candle in it and he smiled almost shyly at you as he approached.

“So uh...it’s your birthday right?” He questioned and when you nodded confused as to how he knew that he ducked his head. Sitting on the bed at your feet he handed you the cupcake and murmured for you to make a wish, delaying the question you wanted to ask.

Blowing out the candle as Auston sang happy birthday to you in Spanish softly you smiled, the first real smile all day.

Twenty minutes later you were snuggled into a chair out by the Matthew’s fire pit, Auston having built a fire after asking if you minded him hanging out here with you. As you both nursed drinks, a beer for him, and another cooler for you, he admitted that he’d looked you up on Instagram and had seen your mother’s happy birthday post to you.

It was slightly creepy but at the same time he was the only one here to acknowledge your birthday without you having to say something and since you’d only spent a little bit of time around him it was a gesture that meant the world.

The sound of Auston’s laughter as you talked and joked by the fire wasn’t a sound that would leave you any time soon and as you crawled into bed you knew that this birthday definitely ranked at the top of the list for recent birthdays.

Of course, as soon as Ema found out that they’d missed your birthday, the rest of the Matthews insisted on taking you out for dinner and buying you a cake. There was no doubt in your mind that you had been lucky to meet Alex and to be invited into this family.

It wasn’t your typical birthday but you were certainly blessed.

___

This summer had flown by faster than you could believe, well at least the time when you weren’t pouring over thousands upon thousands of pages of document review. Even that had been fun with Alex by your side, the two of you playing music and chatting about this or that while reading. But as another work week ended, you’d finished the last day of your internship and were scheduled to fly out the following Tuesday.

Arriving back at the Matthews with Alex, you were both surprised when the moment you walked in the door, Auston was tossing duffle bags your way and telling the two of you to go pack and be quick about it. Once again you were confused, but Alex’s expression suggested that you should just go with it and as you dug through the drawers of the dresser in the guest room you couldn’t help but ask where you were going.

“Vegas.”

The words came from almost directly behind you and caused you to jump, having not expected Auston to be standing in the doorway to the guest bedroom.

“We’re going to Vegas?” You inquired, disbelief lacing your words.

“Would you just finish packing. Yes, I’m taking the two of you, well and Alex’s boyfriend, to Vegas for the weekend. You know...to celebrate.”

Arizona was honestly the only west coast placed you’d visited before and so you couldn’t help but be excited to experience the bright lights of Vegas even if drinking and gambling weren’t really your favorite activities.

You’d flown out that night and when you arrived you all went out to dinner before retreating back to your rooms to get some sleep for the following day.

Being the only vegas virgin among the group you insisted on doing something touristy during your time there. After walking the strip you’d dragged them all to the Mob Museum and though he’d deny it you were pretty sure Auston had fun there looking at artifacts and hearing stories. Again you’d had dinner as a group before Auston handed you and Alex tickets to a show, Celine Dion, and you couldn’t help but squeal. The guys would claim that the show was torture but again you had a feeling they enjoyed it.

It was after dinner that you parted ways from Alex and her boyfriend who wanted to go do their own thing. Auston had overheard you telling Alex that you’d never gotten drunk before and before you could stop him he was dragging you out to a club and feeding you drinks. Drinks in which you couldn’t even taste the alcohol and that made them dangerous. You remembered drinking and then dancing with Auston but then everything after that became a blur.

When you stirred Sunday morning, a heavy arm was draped over your waist and the sunlight streaming through the window was glinting off something and making your head hurt. As you slowly blinked yourself awake more fully, you realized that the arm around your waist belonged to Auston and that the glint was off of a ring, a ring that graced your left hand.

Immediately you jumped up and scrambled off the bed, drawing the blankets with you to cover your mostly naked form. The loss of the blankets made Auston stir and when he awoke it was to the sound of you crying as your brain frantically raced to process what the hell had happened.

You watched him run his fingers through his hair and as he did so the sun caught the metal that was placed on his own left hand causing you to throw a hand over your mouth as you slumped to the floor in disbelief.

“Oh my god...what the hell did we do?” You whispered, panicked. “We have to get an annulment.” It was then that Auston began to stand and his action caused you to realize that he was only wearing boxers. “Oh my god...did we have sex?” Your frantic thoughts continued to spill out along with your tears and they didn’t stop until Auston had pulled you back to your feet, his arms wrapping tightly around you. You didn’t understand how he could be calm and despite his whispering that things would be okay and that you’d figure it all out together, you couldn’t calm yourself, your heart racing.

“We didn’t have sex.” He insisted hoping that by answering one of your questions he could get you to breathe normally. “I don’t remember everything but I do remember coming back to the room and just passing out.” Unknowingly a sigh of relief escaped you. Yes, it appeared that you had gotten married while drunk, but at least you hadn’t lost your virginity while too out of it to even remember.

Hearing your sigh made Auston’s brows furrow and you softly whispered an explanation causing his eyes to go wide. He didn’t respond verbally, though his body language relaxed. After a moment, you felt his fingers twisting the ring around your finger and your mind jumped back to the stupid, drunken mistake you’d made. The two of you barely even knew each other, this wasn’t something that could happen.

Once again you murmured that you should get an annulment as soon as possible but for some reason, Auston tensed at your words. “Or we could try this.” He mumbled causing you to twist your head so hard you pinched a nerve. Immediately, the million reasons that this was a horrible idea flew into your head but before you could voice them Auston stopped you.

“You have a spa appointment with Alex. Go down, get a massage, try and relax, and take some time to think with a clearer head. We can talk about this later, a few more hours won’t make that much of a difference.” His thumb reached up to wipe at your tear stained cheeks and he kissed your forehead softly before stepping back. Gently he reached over to slip the ring off of your hand, freeing you of its weight and meaning for the moment. “I’ll take care of this until you get back.”

A two-hour deep tissue massage did leave you feeling more relaxed, your muscles having been turned to goo. But if anyone had asked you to recall a word of what Allie had said to you, you’d be shit out of luck. Your massage was followed by a mani/pedi and when you returned to the room Auston was waiting for you.

The two of you spent the entire afternoon talking and arguing. You’d started out convinced that you had to get an annulment. But Auston had shattered every single one of your arguments. You argued that the distance wouldn’t work. He argued that you only had a year of law school left and that you could just as easily practice in Ontario as you could the States. Granted the systems aren’t exactly the same but his point that it wouldn’t take that much more to join him in Canada was still valid. You’d argued that you had nothing but debt to bring to a marriage while he had more money than you could fathom. He’d simply responded that you were easily the most frugal person he’d ever met and that he had no real concerns about you having access to his money. He’d even insisted that once he had convinced you to give this a shot that he was going to add you onto his credit cards and bank accounts. Again you’d fought him but finally conceded when he backed down to just adding you to one of his credit cards for now. Finally, you’d argued that you weren’t going to do this if there was even going to be the temptation for him to stray. That it would be hard enough being married long distance, and you weren’t going to be made a fool because he was shacking up with other women behind your back. That was probably the hardest point for him to convince you of but somehow he managed and the two of you agreed that you were going to stay married, to give a relationship with each other a go, even if this was going to be the most unconventional marriage ever.

By the time the two of you were finished arguing you were exhausted and so Auston kissed you softly before insisting that you lay down for awhile while he found and talked to his sister. You tried to insist that you should tell her together but he declared that it was something he needed to do by himself.

So you had attempted to nap, though sleep wouldn’t come and you instead found yourself just staring at the ring Auston had slipped back onto your finger when you agreed that being his wife wasn’t the worst thing in the world. It was absolutely stunning. The round cut diamond was surrounded by scallops filled with smaller diamonds and the rose gold band almost had a twisted look containing a few more diamonds before it tapered off to the flat metal. You couldn’t remember picking it out which meant that Auston must have and even drunk the man had good taste.

With Auston down telling his sister that the two of you had gotten married and intended to stay married, you decided that you should probably bite the bullet and call your parents. They were shocked and disappointed, you could hear your mother crying and it broke your heart, but eventually, they agreed that you had to make your own choices and if you were certain about this than they would do their best to support you. Though you weren’t sure when you could arrange for Auston to meet them you did promise that you would face time them with him before you left Arizona so that they could at least talk to him for a bit.

As you hung up with your parents, the door to the hotel room burst open and Alex jumped on the bed with you for a moment before pulling you up.

“Come on. We’re going shopping.” She insisted. You couldn’t believe that those were the first words out of her mouth and when she noticed you just staring at her she stopped and wrapped her arms around you. “Convincing you to stay married to him might be the smartest damn thing my brother has ever done. I’m so happy for the two of you and I’m here for whatever you might need.” Letting out a sigh of relief that she didn’t appear angry, at least with you, you slipped shoes back on and grabbed your phone and wallet so that she could lead you to wherever it was you were going shopping in Vegas. “I always wanted a big sister.” She added. “Though I never thought Auston would actually give me one. Are you sure you want to be married to my annoying little brother?” She teased and when you could only blush she smiled.

“Somehow he’s convinced me to give this a chance. I don’t know Alex...I’m scared that it could go horribly wrong but what if he’s right and it all works, is it worth that risk?”

“You’ll never know unless you try.”

___

After shopping with Alex, the four of you caught your plane back to Arizona, your engagement/wedding ring making its way into your bag once you’d landed. Auston had slipped his wedding ring onto the chain he wore around his neck for the moment and you couldn’t help but notice that he kept touching it while he drove. Dropping you and Alex off at his parent’s he promised that you’d see him tomorrow and before you could go inside he inquired about your ring size because he wanted to get you the wedding band to match the other because evidently, one right wasn’t enough. Because you knew that if you didn’t tell him, his sister would find out and relay the information you informed him that you wore a size 8 and he nodded, sneaking a quick kiss before letting you head inside.

After sleeping in the following morning, you were informed by Alex that you needed to go put your new dress on because you were all going to Auston’s for the day. You assumed that it was simply so that you could spill the news to the rest of his family that you’d gotten married….but you assumed wrong.

Stepping into Auston’s backyard you were shocked by the amount of people there. Auston was chatting with some of his friends and some of the business interns that were working out of the company you’d spent the summer trapped in littered the backyard.

Handing you a bottle of water, Alex leaned close to whisper in your ear. “So this was supposed to be a going away party for you...but uh I guess it’s going to be that slash a wedding reception instead.”

“Oh…” You murmured taken off guard. Before you could start to panic, Alex was stealing your phone and after adjusting a few settings she handed it back.

“You’re dj...get to it.”

After that, it didn’t take long for you to settle into a comfortable patio chair with Alex and Breyana next to you as you blasted music through Auston’s yard and sang along with the lyrics. Though you had relaxed a little, you were focused on hiding your ring because the dress you were wearing prohibited you from wearing it around your neck like Auston was his. You were also anxiously awaiting the arrival of Ema and Brian.

Shortly before they arrived a few other familiar faces wandered into the backyard. Hearing someone scream Auston’s name you twisted to see Mitch and Steph making their way across the yard. Just as you were processing Auston’s best friend’s arrival, Patrick Marleau and Christina joined the group across the yard and suddenly you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Eyes wide you looked at Alex.

“What did you do? You asked her, nearly whimpering. Alex at least had the courtesy to look like she might be regretting her decision and you handed her your phone before standing up to slip into the house. You needed a moment to catch your breath away from all of the people. When someone knocked on the door a few minutes later you expected it to be Alex or even Auston, instead, the door opened to reveal Breyana.

“Hey...are you okay?” She murmured and when you groaned in response she slipped into the room closing the door behind her. It didn’t even cross your mind to hide the ring and when Breyana saw it she squealed in excitement, practically pouncing on you. “Oh my god?! Are you serious?? I mean Alex told me something had happened in Vegas but she wouldn’t tell me what and…” Her words blathered on for a moment before finally making sense again. “You and Auston got married! Oh, I’m so happy for you. I couldn’t have picked someone better for him myself.“ It didn’t seem to faze her in the slightest that this had happened completely out of the blue, there was nothing but joy and happiness pouring off of her and thankfully it was somewhat contagious. Hugging her tightly you took a few deep breaths before standing up.

“Thank you.” You stated, softly hugging her once more before the two of you headed back outside, ring more consciously hidden.

It was clear as soon as you stepped out that Auston had been looking for you and when he saw you he quickly pulled you into his arms, kissing you soundly. The moment you separated to breathe it was clear that he had told his parents and while you were worried about what they’d said, Auston didn’t give you time to dwell on it, pulling you closer to his chest as the music shifted to some love song. Your brain didn’t even process what song it was as Auston gently guided you through a slow dance, your first as a married couple.

The rest of the afternoon and evening passed with only happy, contented feelings settling in you. Auston led you around to his friends, introducing you as his wife and seamlessly steering all chirping to himself instead of to you. Pictures were taken of you with your new sisters, with your new husband, and your entire new family. They may not be your typical wedding pictures and you were sad your family wasn’t here but it was something, a memory you hoped you’d always be able to treasure.

As the sun began to set, most of Auston’s friends and his family, your family, left for the evening with promises to meet up for brunch before your flight left. Left to settle around the fire was Auston’s Leaf family and before long it felt like you fit right in with that group as well. Having helped raise your sisters you could talk with Patrick and Christina about the boys and you found that you had similar tv taste as Steph. Mitch was impressed with your hockey knowledge as well as the fact that you had been playing World of Warcraft since it originally came out. It wasn’t Fortnight but he claimed it was a start.

For the first time sober, you fell asleep in Auston’s arms and though you were sad that it would be the last time for a while, you sought comfort in the fact that he was yours and it was just the first of many.

___

Drawing yourself back to the law school you moved silently to your classroom and took a seat in the middle of the room. Thinking about this summer made it all feel like a dream. But then you’d look down at your left hand and realize that it was all very real. It wasn’t your average summer, it was your last as a student, but the first of the rest of your life.

Ring:

Reception dress: 

[bearholdingashark]

Music Shuffle Ficlets (Cablanca Edition)

I’ve been struggling with writing motivation lately, but wanted to write something so I put my music on shuffle and wrote ten ficlets one song for each. I’ve put the actual stories under the cut for length (they’re about 1300 words in total), but the songs were: 

On The Street Where You Live -- My Fair Lady

Poison & Wine -- The Civil Wars

Come Fly With Me -- Michael Buble

Secrets -- OneRepublic

Gone In The Morning -- Newton Faulkner

Fix You -- Coldplay

Love Makes The World Brand New -- Galavant

Taking Chances -- Celine Dion

Sober -- James Arthur (As an FYI, this one is a little steamy, but not crossing that smut line. :D)

Do I Wanna Know? -- Arctic Monkeys

On The Street Where You Live -- My Fair Lady

Benoit drove up the driveway to Marta’s house and it was amazing how different it felt from when he was investigating Harlan’s death. She hadn’t changed much on the outside of the house, but somehow knowing that Marta lived here now, that it was not a Thrombey household any longer, seemed to make all the difference. 

As soon as he got out of his car and began walking toward the house, the front door opened and a smiling Marta greeted him. 

“Benoit,” she said, moving to hug him when he reached her.

He held her close, but not too long, reveling in the feel of her soft warmth against him. 

She pulled back, her smile still wide and easy, and yes it had everything to do with this beautiful woman that made the house feel so much more welcoming.

Poison & Wine -- The Civil Wars

Benoit glanced at Marta out of the corner of his eye as he looked around the study. For not being able to lie, she was very good at pretending she had nothing to do with Harlan’s death. He wasn’t sure what her involvement had been yet, but he wanted to keep her close until he did. 

It had to do with the case, and nothing to do with the strange draw he felt toward her. There was something about Marta Cabrera, something that made him want to find out more, to solve her like one of his puzzles. 

She was beautiful to be sure, but there was something more to her. He didn’t think her kindness was entirely put on. She was complicated, as all people were, but her complexities drew him to her, made him want her close. 

Come Fly With Me -- Michael Buble

Marta grinned as she and Benoit walked down the crowded street. It was their first real vacation together, all their other travel had been for cases. When the idea of a vacation had come up, she’d known she wanted to take him to Cuba, introduce him to her relatives, and show him more about the places that made her who she was. She wanted him to know everything about her, and know everything about him in turn. They had a tour to Benoit’s old Southern haunts already planned. 

She gave his hand a squeeze. 

“What is it?” he asked with a curious smile. 

“I’m just happy you’re here with me,” she said, with a shrug, her smile feeling like it would never leave her face. 

“I would not want to be anywhere else, darling.” 

Secrets -- OneRepublic

Marta looked up into Blanc’s impossibly blue eyes. She had been trailing after him all day, trying to hide the truth at every turn, her nausea almost unbearable at times. She was just so tired of the running and the hiding. 

She needed to tell him the truth and she needed to tell him now. With a deep breath, and hoping like crazy she wasn’t making a mistake, she opened her mouth. “I need to tell you the truth.” 

He looked at her with those piercing eyes and she had the feeling that what she was about to tell him wasn’t going to be a surprise. 

“I think that would be a good idea, Watson,” he said, his voice level. 

With a nod and the thought that this would have been different with any other detective, she began her tale. 

Gone In The Morning -- Newton Faulkner

Benoit settled into bed, the room dark as he wondered if she would be in his dreams again tonight. Marta Cabrera had been featuring in his dreams the past few nights and he’d found himself looking forward to their nightly adventures. 

The dreams themselves were innocent, although he still felt a slight sense of shame. He dreamed of them solving cases together, spending time at his place and hers, domestic scenes that his heart ached for. 

But when he woke, she was gone and he was alone again. He had seen her in person only last week, and they kept in touch, but he found himself wishing for the reality of his dreams. 

Fix You -- Coldplay

Benoit reached out his arms as tears began to fall down Marta’s cheeks, and without a word, she fell into his embrace. He held her tightly as he rubbed his hands across her back in what he hoped was a soothing gesture. He didn’t know yet what exactly had caused her tears, but as it was only a month after Harlan’s death and everything that had come with that, he could make a few educated guesses. 

He didn’t want her to feel the pain, but knew there was nothing he could do to take it away. All he could do was be there and hold her when she let him, all her to rest in his arms as she knit her heart back together. 

He would be there to do it. Until she told him to leave, he would gladly be a safe harbor for her to weather her storms in. After several minutes, she pulled back, wiping at her eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” she said, sounding embarrassed. 

“Don’t be,” he said simply. “Whenever you need comforting, you can call on me.” 

Love Makes The World Brand New -- Galavant

Marta couldn’t help her wide smile as she walked out of her house. It was an overcast day, but it looked beautiful and she couldn’t keep her mood down. 

She knew it had mostly to do with the fact that Benoit had told her loved her the night before, and she had been so happy to know her feelings were reciprocated. 

Alice had already teased her about her mood that morning, but Marta hadn’t been able to find it in herself to be annoyed. Benoit loved her, what did a little teasing matter?

Taking Chances -- Celine Dion

Marta bit her lip as Benoit gathered his coat and shoes. He had been over to check on her see how she was faring with everything that had happened. 

She still didn’t know him very well, but she felt like she could call him a friend and she trusted him. And she didn’t want him to go. 

“What if you stayed tonight?” she asked, it all coming out in a rush as he turned to look at her. “You could stay in one of the guest rooms. There are so many and it’s late. I don’t like the idea of you driving back at this hour.” 

She could barely look at him, sure he would see everything she wasn’t saying. She wasn’t quite ready to move to more than their fledgling friendship, but she also knew she didn’t want him to leave. 

A soft smile curved across his lips. “I would like that.” 

Sober -- James Arthur 

Benoit held Marta close as they swayed around the living room, the lit fireplace the only light. It felt sacred here with her at this late hour and even though they hadn’t had anything to drink, he felt intoxicated, filled with the fel and smell of her. 

She looked up at him and they moved towards each other at the same moment, their lips meeting in the middle. She opened her mouth to him and he moaned. He was dressed more simply than he usually was and she slipped her hand under his shirt, the feel of her hand against his bare skin heavenly. 

Soon, all pretense of the dance had stopped as they slowly removed each other’s clothing. Her mouth against him, her bare skin under his hands felt like worship. 

Do I Wanna Know? -- Arctic Monkeys

Marta woke slowly, reality replacing the sweetness of her dreams. She frowned as she realized that’s all it had been. She and Benoit had been over at her house, cuddling on the family room couch. It had been so vivid, she could still feel how his body had feit against hers. 

She blew out a breath as she looked up at the ceiling. They had been moving towards something, but neither of them had been brave enough to make the first move. She wanted to be with him. This was ridiculous. 

She didn’t know for sure if he returned her feelings, but she knew now that she wanted the answer, no matter what it was. Reaching out for her phone on the nightstand, she opened up her messages. Maybe he was free tonight?

[mysteli]

in my blood (jake x mc)

A/N: This is probably the saddest fic I’ve ever written but at the same time I’m like insanely proud of it so i advise you get some tissues because this fic is just too real...

This fic was inspired by the song In My Blood By Shawn Mendes but also Ashes by Celine Dion. They’d make this fic a little more emotional if you listen to them while you read, at least it did for me.

Warning: ANGST (sensitive subjects) 

Words: 3158 

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Summary: After a tragic event, Logan and Jake must help each other come to terms with what the world has hit them with.

ENDLESS SUMMER FAN FICTION IN MY BLOOD

Fuck... no. This can’t be happening. This can’t be the end of something so life changing. One moment it’s the craziest thing to happen to Logan but she loves it enough to appreciate it. Then the next second passes and she’s lying isolated against the tiled bathroom wall, a loss looming over her shoulders. She can’t process this. She can’t accept but she also can’t fucking deny it. It’s true. It really happened. And she can’t do anything to change that. 

She’s not to ready to let her mind wrap around all the facts. This started off as such a happy time of her life and the best part was she was ready. Jake was ready. They wanted to start their own legacy and forget about all the fucked up moments of their own past. That wouldn’t matter once this new miracle came into their lives. They would have forgotten about it all and found something new to focus on. But no. Now it’s gone. One vital part of their future has disappeared before their very eyes. It’s something they’ll never have the chance to even lay eyes on because the world had to go and take it away like it fucking takes everything away. 

Logan can’t do it. She can’t summon any strength to move on from this. Maybe she’s overreacting. Maybe her mind is taking her to the worst places because that’s what she doesn’t want to believe. She runs her hands through her platinum blond hair and lets her head collapse back against the bathroom wall. Her mind is running around all these dark places and possibilities but how the fuck is she gonna find the will to tell Jake about any of this?

She can’t even admit it to herself so why the fuck would she wanna admit it to her husband? He’s been so supportive throughout everything she’s done, no matter how bad. This entire situation might not even be her fault yet she still can’t help but feel like she has to blame herself. She’s the one carrying the miracle anyway. Well... she was.

Just the thought of that only brings more tears to Logan’s ocean eyes, which are already sparkling with tears and the light in them has dimmed so much that there’s a fair chance it may never return. Not after this. Never again. It’s too damn painful. She can’t say it out loud. Hell, she can’t even think it out loud. Fuck this. Fuck everything. She isn’t ready. She’ll never be ready. 

Blood surrounds Logan, turning this whole scenario into what appears like a crime scene. And Logan chooses to see herself as the culprit, even if the loss of her victim was nothing more than an accident. This was gonna change her and Jake’s goddamn life. They could have had a chance to change and just the thought of that genuine smile that crossed Jake’s lips when he heard the delightful news will be forever be engraved in Logan’s mind, appearing like more of a guilty conscience than anything else. Only gives her more reason to blame herself.

She’s dressed in one of Jake’s solid black hoodies and it’s scattered with the blood from the incident earlier. Just the memory of the piece of clothing hugging her body only reminds her of Jake and how disappointed he’ll be when she’s forced to tell him the truth. Logan hasn’t even dared to go to the hospital or anything. It’d be even more painful to hear it from someone she didn’t know but... to hear it from Michelle, the concern and honesty in her voice was enough to keep Logan a little calmer but it didn’t make hearing it any better.

Logan hasn’t gathered the strength to move from the bathroom for a good thirty minutes and all that time she’s been begging, pleading and hoping that none of this is real. It’s just a goddamn dream and one moment, she’s finally gonna wake up and... the baby will still be there, a sign of life ready to be brought into this horrifying world but it would be special. If only she wasn’t so weak. If only she could just learn and accept this. What if it happens again? What if this means that her and Jake have an inability when it comes to making a child? Either way, the outcome is gonna hurt emotionally and mentally. 

Jake will be so damn disappointed. Disappointed in the world. Disappointed in her and worst of all disappointed in himself. He doesn’t deserve to feel like that and when he does, Logan will feel nothing but guilt because Jake doesn’t deserve this pain and Logan is the one hitting him with it. An agony he shouldn’t be burdened with. He deserves nothing but a life of peace and tranquility. It’s because Logan’s in his life. That’s what it is.

Suddenly, the sound of the front door to the apartment creaking open alarms Logan out of her intense trance and her shattered sapphire eyes widen when a revelation washes over her. Jake’s home. Oh shit. Not now. She’s not ready. She still hasn’t gotten this in her head and she needs time before she... no. She can’t fight this. She needs to tell Jake. That’s what will trigger acceptance surely. Hopefully. 

Tears stream down her cheeks, no matter how much she tries to hold them back. She shakes her head violently, trying to make this whole situation disappear and fucking wake up from this nightmare. 

Heavy footsteps slowly thud against the wooden floor and Logan wipes her tears away with her sleeve and she hears Jake’s concerned voice calling out to her. 

“Princess?” His voice is so flooded with anxiety and the fear of his tone sends shivers all the way through to Logan’s heart. Her already fragile mental state is being all the more fragmented as each second of pain rolls by. “Baby? Come on Lo... where the fuck are you? You’re scaring me, darlin.” 

By then, Logan doesn’t have the strength or control to stay silent anymore. She’s had enough time to process. Now she just has to tell him and get it over with. Goddamnit. He was so excited about this and now it’s gonna be all over once those dreaded words leave her lips.

“Jake...” Her breathing comes off heavy and she clutches her stomach when a sharp pain suddenly erupts inside. After a few seconds, it passes. “Fuck... I’m in the bathroom.” She calls out to him and she senses that he definitely caught on to the utter fear enveloped in her tone because of the fact that he starts rushing towards her location a millisecond after she speaks. 

A sigh of relief escapes when she catches sight of Jake entering the bathroom but her breath soon gets trapped in her throat when his cerulean eyes widen with worry at the damaged sight of her. He’s stunned by everything. The blood. The anguish in her expression. The fact that she’s clutching her stomach. Her tousled hair. The tears in her usually bright ocean eyes. Her chapped lips. Just all of it. It’s painful to even look at. 

Taking in the scene, Jake hurries to sit beside his hurting wife, tilting her chin up just as her gaze falls to the ground and forcing her to look up at him honestly, no matter how much she just wants to look away and pretend he isn’t there. It’s too damn much. 

“Princess... what the hell happened? Are you okay? Is the baby...” Jake pauses for a moment, glancing down at Logan’s stomach and back up as soon as his eyes are threatened by water. His panicky state soon takes over and he wordlessly wraps his arms around Logan, seeming to have an exact idea of what’s happened and it hurts him. It really does.

Just as his hand grazes Logan’s shoulder, a shiver erupts within her body and that’s when it finally hits her. That realisation that she’s been pleading for. 

“Jake... I lost the baby.” She’s relieved to finally be able to say it out loud but it’s agonising and her heart sinks at the same as Jake’s expression but he chooses to sustain a composure for Logan. He swiftly wraps Logan in a hug, the grief and loss being poured out in that long moment. Everything Logan has been keeping inside finally comes rushing to the surface and Jake lets her cry into his shoulder, her face buried in his chest. “I’m... sorry.”

“Don’t you fucking dare be sorry, Princess. This ain’t your fault.” Jake assures, a slight shakiness to his voice which is completely understandable. He just lost a kid for fuck’s sake. “You couldn’t have known.” 

“But Jake I could have...”

“No.” Jake stops her before she can engrave the idea in her mind that all of this happened because of her. But it didn’t. All the good things happened because of her and all the bad things were caused by the world. “These things happen, darlin’. We got no control over stuff like this.” He whispers into her hair, kissing the top of her head lovingly.

Logan melts into his embrace, the thought of the entire situation still haunting her mind however. “But baby... this kid was ours... and I was responsible for keeping it safe...”

“Stop it.” Jake urges, looking Logan dead serious in the eyes, as he presses his lips together to hold back his own tears. “This is not your fucking fault. We just got unlucky, Princess. This was just a flaw in the system. You just gotta get back up and... carry on, no matter how hard it is.”

“But what if I can’t do it?” Logan questions, a look of desperation hinted in her strong gaze. 

“Do what?” 

Logan sucks in a sharp breath, trying to avoid the rock planted in her throat. “Carry on... what if this isn’t just a flaw and I’ll never be able to give you the true family you deserve?” 

Jake is suddenly flooded with worry and he starts to think the worst of what could happen. “Princess... no. You can’t think like that now. Besides, the only things I worried about right now is you.” Jake examines his wife for a moment, unsure what he should do but he knows he needs to take care of her. “Do you want me to take you the hospital? Just in case.”

“No, baby. They’ll just tell me things I’ve already heard and I can’t bear to hear them again.” Logan mutters under her breath. Everything she says comes out as a heavy whisper because that’s all her voice will let her do. 

“Are you sure? I’m just thinking about your health, darlin’.” Jake whispers back, using his fingers to smooth out her platinum tousled hair and even wipe some of the tears that never seem to stop falling from her eyes. 

Logan simply nods, knocking their foreheads together and sighing shakily against Jake’s lips. He can feel her shivering in his arms and the anxiety immediately washes over him again. It’s her emotions that are haunting her so much more than her physical state. She’s shocked, startled and stunned by what’s happened and she’s finding it unbearable to take in and she’s wondering how Jake is keeping himself so composed. 

“I know you are and... I love you so goddamn much for that. Fuck, I don’t know what I’d do without you, Jake. I’d be nothing if you weren’t here to help me through this.” Logan’s meaningful words give her a little bit of herself back and Jake responds by pressing his lips against hers, keeping the kiss light and slow and hoping Logan will release any agony she feels so it could cure her sadness even a little bit. 

Once Jake pulls away, he exhales softly, looking down at the floor. “God... this is hard to... process.” He’s starting to think the exact same things that Logan thought about. 

Logan bites her lip out of nervousness, forcing herself to cup Jake’s face and she instantly feels like she’s holding the only world she really needs. She notices the conflict going on in Jake’s mind and she can tell he’s struggling. “I know. Why did it have to happen us?” 

Jake rests his forehead against Logan’s and lets his fingertips barely graze her collarbone. The simple action sends shivers throughout her body and it cures her depression a little. “I don’t know. The world hates us, I guess.” Jake attempts to chuckle but only a ghosted breath is released.

Logan notices the confusion in his cerulean eyes and there’s clearly an ongoing debate playing out in his head. “Jake... I know you were excited about this.” 

“Yeah... but so were you. We can always try again in the future, darlin. But please remember there’s no rush. I don’t want you feeling pressured or burdened. We’ll do it when the time is right and that time is when you’re ready.” Jake assures her, planting a reassuring kiss on her forehead.

“So you understand if I don’t wanna...” 

“Of course I do, darlin’. This kind of thing is hard to get over. It scares you.” Jake mutters and Logan lets her hands trail through Jake’s hair, playing with some of the stray strands and it keeps her relaxed in a way.

“God... how are you so amazing?” Logan questions, searching Jake’s eyes for an answer she should already know.

Jake forms a weak smile at that, bringing their lips together a few times before speaking. “It’s ‘cause I got you in my life, Princess.” Jake plants a trail of featherlight kisses from Logan’s jaw to the end of her neck as a way to soothe her. He doesnt want her to break down again because that will break his heart.

“You’re just... perfect. And you would have been a great dad, Jake.” Logan points out, moving one of her hands out of Jake’s hair and caressing the back of his neck. The feeling and her words seem to affect him in a way nothing has before.

“You’d be an even better, mom.” Jake murmurs back, cupping Logan’s cheek and smiling at her faintly.

“I just can’t believe this is happening to you.” Logan suddenly states and Jake is slightly taken aback by her unexpected words.

“What do you mean, baby? This is happening to you too.” Jake corrects and Logan just shakes her head in response.

“That’s not what I mean. You’ve... lost someone else. Maybe that’s why I feel so guilty. You deserve peace for once, Jake. You didn’t ask for any of this.” Logan explains, avoiding Jake’s gaze and hanging her head in shame as the blame creeps back in her head to haunt her again. 

Jake isn’t having any of that again. He tilts her chin up with his fingertips and plants a reassuring kiss on her neck, nuzzling for a moment. “That’s right. I didn’t ask for any of it. But I fucking got it and I’ve spent most of my life dealing with those losses on my own but not this time... because I’ve got you. And we’re gonna get through this together.” Jake mutters into Logan’s neck and she flinches at his touch and his meaningful words. 

She’s never been this crazy about someone before and Jake isn’t the type she would have wanted to fall in love with at first glance. But knowing the man inside the mask has been one of the best parts of her life. He’s taught her so many things and helped her through so much. They’ve fought battles together and there’s no chance they can’t get through this because they have each other and if they care enough, they’ll manage to move on.

Jake plants yet another blissful kiss on Logan’s lips and she savours this one especially as a feeling of relief finally hits her. Their foreheads join once more and they’re silent for a short moment, almost as if they’re grieving their unborn child together.

“Just so you know... you’ve been through a shitload of losses as well... so don’t feel like I’m the only one who can handle this.” Jake assures, whispering sweetly against Logan’s lips and she can’t manage to form a smile but she can let him know she’s grateful with a thankful kiss.

“I know. This is just... gonna be hard because it was our first.” Logan admits, more tears falling from the defence cages of her eyes since she can’t gather the strength to hold them back and mark them as unwanted. 

As her sobs start to grow heavier, Jake wraps his arms tightly around Logan and pulls her against his chest, giving her a chance to let it all out. “Baby... it’s fine. Let it out. Cry as much as you need.”

Logan’s pity party ends quicker than she thought it would and she meets Jake’s honest gaze, noticing how he glances at her stomach from time to time.

“Are you ok, Jake?” She questions worriedly, cupping his cheek with curiosity.

“I just... wanted to get in some last words to the little fella.” Jake confesses, seeming slightly embarrassed as he places his hand behind his head awkwardly.

Accepting his request, Logan gestures to her stomach, a deep breath escaping her. “Please. Go ahead. It might give us both some sort of closure.”

With her permission, Jake leans down and studies Logan’s stomach for a second, trying to avoid the sight of the blood surrounding them. At first, Jake is unaware of what to say but the more he grieves, the more the words come running towards him. Carefully, he presses his hand on Logan’s stomach and she closes her eyes, cherishing this moment and making sure she listens to every word Jake says. 

“Hey there little Mckenzie. Damn... that’s hard to say out loud now. Maybe because I thought one day I’d get to say it to your face.” Jake begins, careful about each word he says and he tries to make the most of this moment. “I’m sorry about how the world works. Your mommy and I would have given you the best life we could, if the world had let us. But you would’ve learned that the world sucks eventually. You gotta claw your way to every opportunity and fight for what you want. That’s what I did and nothing really paid off until I met your mommy.” Jake glances at Logan meaningfully and shoots her a lovingly smile. “She saved me and I’m sorry that she couldn’t save you. Hell, I’m sorry we couldn’t save you. You don’t deserve what happened to you and hopefully one day the world will make up for this by giving us what we deserve. We’ll think about you and we’ll cherish you, little McKenzie. You’re in our hearts forever.” 

‘Family isn’t what’s in your blood. It’s what’s your heart’

[huntertales]

Part Four: All For Nothing. (My Heart Will Go On S06E17)

Episode Summary: After Balthazar changes history and keeps the Titanic from sinking, Fate intervenes and begins killing those who would have died on the ship. Castiel tells the reader, Sam and Dean that Fate is upset with the three of them and the only way they can stay alive is to kill her. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 2,443.

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You didn't realize you were passed out in the backseat of the Impala, your head pressed against the window and your mouth parted slightly open, exhaling quiet snores while in a deep slumber. All you remembered after being kicked out of Bobby's house was getting out before he turned violent. The death of Rufus was taking so much out on him, but Bobby hid his grief behind research and alcohol. His odd behavior caused you and the boys to be stressed, an endless cycle that didn’t benefit anyone. All of you were tired and overwhelmed. Nobody got any sleep over the past week. You didn’t expect all of you would end up passing out in Bobby’s garage. But it seemed that was the case when you felt someone’s hand on your shoulder, jerking you out of a dream you were having.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt someone place their hand on your shoulder to try and wake you up. The dream you were having was a weird one. You were seconds away from being crushed to death by an air conditioner unit that got loose, but before you could meet your fate, you were brought back into reality. You frantically looked around, wondering for a split second if you were dead or not. When you realized Sam and Dean were in the front seat and the Impala was still parked in the garage, you slowly calmed down and sank back down into the cushioned seat. You noticed the radio was on, but what was playing wasn’t classic rock.

“Are...Are you listening to Celine Dion?” You asked, pointing straight ahead to the radio you vaguely remembered him turning on and to a station that didn’t play pop 90s tunes. The man didn’t seem to realize that it was on. He quickly turned back around in his seat. Your lips stretched into a smile when you realized the song, My Heart Will Go On was playing. “Oh. I love this song.

Dean didn’t seem to like it much as you did. He turned off the radio as you slowly moved your aching muscles forward in your seat, deciding to be the one to wake up Sam. You lightly pushed his shoulder, forcing the man out of a deep slumber, joining you and his brother in the process of stretching your body from the long nap you had. You let out a yawn as you opened up the backseat door and stepped out. Dean still seemed groggy with sleep. He managed to push himself up to his feet before leaning himself against the roof of the Impala to rest his head on his crossed arms. You lifted your hands above your head to stretch your body.

“Dude, what time is it?” Sam asked. Dean looked down at his watch to see a few hours passed while all of you took your unexpected nap. You let out yet another yawn as you thought back to the dream you had and how strange it was. It seemed you weren't the only one with a wild imagination. “I just had the weirdest dream.”

"Twenty bucks says mine was weirder." Dean said with a quiet chuckle. "I am not kidding."

“No, no, no. I'm not kidding either. I-I mean, it was..." Sam trailed off for a second as he thought about his dreams before being woken up by you. It was the type of dream that left him scratching his head in confusion as to where his brain managed to come up with such a random concept. "Just bizarre."

"Mine had the actual Titanic in it." You said, thinking yours was going to top theirs. Your lips stretched into a smile as you let out a quiet laugh at the concept, only you suddenly felt yourself grow subconscious when Sam stared at you from the other side with an uneasy look. Suddenly you wiped the corners of your mouth, thinking you must have accidentally drooled while you were asleep. "What? Is there something on my face?"

"D-did it, uh..." Sam began to slowly ask you if you had a similarity from the dream he had. "Not sink, because Balthazar—"

"—had a hate on for Billy Zane?" Dean finished his brother's question when he realized what he was trying to say. You found yourself staring at both of the Winchester brothers with an uneasy look. You slowly nodded your head to answer Sam. "Why are you two having my dreams?"

"Wasn't a dream." Castiel's voice

"Wait, what?" You looked over at the angel, disbelief in your voice at what you heard. You shut the backseat door and began walking over to him to figure out what he meant by that. “You're saying this actually happened?That the whole...Whatever--that was real?”

Cas nodded his head, “Yes.”

"Wait. So," Sam said. "What happened?"

"Well, I insisted he go back in time and correct what he'd done." Cas explained to all of you about the events that unfolded. You stared at the angel with a surprised expression and asked him why. "It was the only way to be sure you were safe."

"Glad you got our back. But..." You fell quiet for a second as you replayed the memories back in your head. If what you dreamed about was real, or what was the potential future, it meant fate got her way. "I'm guessing you had to kill fifty-thousand people to do that."

"No, I didn't. They were never born. That's far different from being killed, wouldn't you say?" Cas posed a question that struck you silent. You guessed he was right on that point. The events of all of this was just a dream at the end of all of this. What might be if things were different. You did realize that things of the titanic not sinking meant things were different. People you cared about were alive. You didn’t know why you asked, but you did. But Ellen and Jo’s fate remained the same. “I’m sorry.”

“Hold on. Uh...So, if you guys went and changed everything back, then that whole timeline or whatever, it just got erased?” Dean quietly chuckled out his question, finding all of this situation a little too confusing to keep up with. Cas shrugged, answering that it was more or less. Yes. All of it was the same, nothing really changed. It all remained as an idea of what might be. “Well, then, how come the three of us remember it?”

“Because I wanted you to remember it.” Cas said. You raised your brow slightly from his excuse and promptly asked him why he would do such a thing. “I wanted you to know who Fate really is. She's cruel and capricious.”

"I'd go so far as 'bitch.'" Dean offered another suggestion to the angel.

“Well, yeah. You're the ones who taught me that you can make your own destiny. You don't have to be ruled by fate. You can choose freedom. I still believe that that's something worth fighting for.” Cas said. His words made a small spread at the end of your lips. The angel hadn’t been around a lot over the past year since you came back from hell. But the both of you were dealing with things that required your attention. Push come to shove, Cas was always there for you. Because that’s what friends do for one another. “I just wanted you to understand that.”

“That’s really sweet, Cas. But I gotta ask, did all of this really happen because Balthazar hated one movie? That’s a little extreme.” You asked him as you raised your brow slightly. Cas answered you that it was. However you found it a bit strange his gaze moved away from you. He stared down at the ground and his feet. “Really? I quite enjoyed it. I saw it three times when it came out.”

“Yeah. Titanic didn’t suck that bad.” Dean agreed. You looked at him with a bit of an amused expression at what he admitted. The movie came out a little after your mom passed. You may or may not had dragged Dean along for a bit of friend bonding time. Sam, however, stared at his brother. Dean’s answer made you roll your eyes. “Winslet's rack.”

“God, you’re such a pervert.” You said. Dean gave you a smirk at the insult, you shook your head and looked forward, expecting to see Cas still standing there, but he was gone. “Wouldn’t hurt for him to say goodbye every once in a while.”

You and the boys had a feeling the hunt you were supposed to be going on wasn’t really going to lead to anything. You headed back into the house, expecting Bobby to be at his desk in the library with his nose buried in a book and a drink of whiskey in his hands. All though, to your happiness, the man was lying on the couch, passed out cold. You crossed your arms over your chest and let out a breath, content settling into the mood at the sight of things how they were. While you had seen things of what might have been, and you missed Ellen and Jo with all your heart, you couldn’t bare the thought of something happening to Bobby. The man was the only you had left.

“I guess things are back to normal, huh?” Sam wondered. You nodded your head. Dean quiet let out a scoff. Normal—What a meaningless word to all of you. It just meant the two people you cared about were still dead.  “Poor bastard. Doesn't even know how good he had it.”

"Yeah, well, what he doesn't know won't hurt him." Dean said. "I say we keep our mouths shut."

"Yeah. I'm with you." Sam agreed. "Should we wake him?"

"Nah." You said, shaking your head. "That's probably the best he's felt all week."

You quietly walked over to the couch where Bobby was sleeping and fetched off a blanket lying across top. Without disturbing him, you laid it across the sleeping man and turned off the lamp. You stepped back and smiled slightly. Sure, this reality might bite, you might have lost people and couldn't change it much as you wanted. But it was what it was. Fate was a bit of a bitch, but you sometimes had to believe she was good for something. If your life didn't end up the way it did, you would never have the family you were given. Even if it might not be at the time you hoped for.

+ + +

You and the boys decided to stick close around while Bobby got a few days to himself. It wouldn't hurt to stop hovering over the man and give him some time to breathe and grieve in his own privacy. He lost a hunting buddy, probably the only good friend he ever had since his entire life turned upside down Rufus was the one who helped him through thick and thin. While they fought like cats and dogs, you knew, deep down, the both of them cared for each other. Eve was still out there along with the way of how to stop her. But it’d have to wait for another day.

The boys decided to go out for hours to have some dinner and drink now that you had some free time on your hands. You opted for the chance to relax on your own terms. Everybody dealt with emotions differently. You chose to sit in a rented motel for the night with your laptop playing the exact movie that almost ruined your life. You always loved the movie Titanic. And it always made you bawl like a big baby. There was no better tragic love story than Rose and Jack. And it had been a long time since you cried. So, you decided to enjoy the movie.

You may have seen the movie almost a handful of times but it never lost its magic touch to invest you back into the plot. You spent the next few hours curled up in bed with your earphones in and enjoying the movie until the very bitter end. You knew how it was going to go, you knew it wasn't going to be the happy ending like you thought it was going to be when you first saw it in the theatre. Seeing poor Rose floating on the raft holding Jack’s hand made tears welled up in your eyes as you felt a few of them trickle down your cheeks. You were so caught up in the plot of the movie, you didn't realize you weren't alone anymore before it was too late and you were found in the act.

You felt one of the earbuds being lightly taken out of your ear, causing your attention to shift away from the movie when you heard someone speak your name. You looked up from the laptop screen to see Dean standing over you with a face full of concern. He had come back from dinner just a second ago to see you in a way that made him slightly panic. Only when he looked away from your tear stained cheeks and to your laptop screen, all sympathy vanished. When he looked down at you, you found him staring at you with a look of disbelief as he arched his brow. You shrugged off his judgement as you wiped away the tears.

“What?” It’s a good movie.” You defended yourself against his judgement. Dean chuckled as he sat down on the bed from what you said next. “And I’m not talking about Kate Winslet’s boobs.”

"Yeah. I'll give it some credit. There was something else going for it that I always liked about it." Dean said. You hummed quietly as you took your normal position of resting yourself into the crook of his arm and resting your head against his shoulder. Dean grabbed your laptop and took it upon himself to lose your spot in the movie. You were about to complain that you weren't done watching it. But when he got to the spot he wanted, you found the words stopping at the tip of your tongue. "I don’t know why.”

You shook your head as you tried your hardest not to laugh. You weren't the least surprised to see that Dean pulled up the scene where Rose and Jack got intimate, the hand that came up to slam itself against the foggy window to add more to the scene. “You know you’re a perv, right?”

“Yeah.” Dean agreed with you on that point. “But I’m your perv. And nothing’s gonna change that.”

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1. A Song you’re ashamed of liking >> LMAO you tried it.

2. Favourite lyrics >> *rolls dice* “Every night, in every pore, the scales that do slither deliver me from... Freeze without an answer, free from all the shame; then I'll hide, ‘cause I'll never... never sleep alone.” (The Mars Volta, The Widow)

3. Favourite band/artist >> *rolls dice* Pearl Jam.

4. Top 5 Favourite songs at this moment >> Hmm... Turbo Killer by Carpenter Brut; Blood in the River by Zeal & Ardor; Exist by Avenged Sevenfold; Fundamentally Loathsome by Marilyn Manson; Rotlaust tre fell by Wardruna.

5. Latest song that made you smile >> I don’t remember the latest one, but a song that makes me smile is Feathers by Coheed and Cambria because I think of the ridiculous ass video.

6. An overrated band >> I don’t know what it means to be overrated.

7. An overrated song >> ---

8. Latest song that made you cry >> Probably that track from Interstellar, Cornfield Chase.

9. Artist/band that saved your life  >> Creed, Pearl Jam, My Chemical Romance, and AFI all had their hand in it, I’m sure.

10. If you could see any band/artist live, who would it be >> I’d love to see Wardruna!

11. What song/album/band/artist always brings back memories for you >> The Dear Hunter, Black Sandy Beaches. I was listening to that when the plane started to descend into Colorado Springs the... last time, I think? Whatever time. But that’s what I always think about, how that felt.

12. saddest song you know >> A sad song I know in general, one that makes me really sad just to hear, is A Perfect Circle’s 3 Libras.

13. Favourite song to sing in the shower >> Blood Red Summer, Coheed and Cambria. Or any of the Doomstar Requiem songs.

14. If you played an instrument in grade school, what was it >> I didn’t, I was a choir nerd since the beginning.

15. What song would you like to have your first dance to at your wedding >> I don’t know.

16. 5 Songs to have sex to >> Fundamentally Loathsome, as fucked up a song as it is, it has such a sensual groove that really hits me in the no-no parts, just sayin. Rev 22:20 by Puscifer. Helvegen by Wardruna is a... I think it’s a dirge, actually, but I guess I like the idea of having sex to strange songs. Leave me alone. I can’t think of any others at the moment, but that’s enough insight into my weird kinks anyway, NEXT.

17. One band you’d have get back together/bring back from the dead >> One more Type O Negative album might have been cool. IDK.

18. You’re forced to listen to only one album for the rest of your life, what album is it >> Hm.

19. A song that gets you through shit >> I Know It’s Gonna Happen Someday, David Bowie. Just... *clutches chest*

20. A song to shut everything out >> I’m thinking like... doom or sludge metal here. But I can’t think of any songs off the top of my head, I just know that particular sound works great for shutting out the world.

21. A song that’s a joke between you and your friends  >> ---

22. A song to jam out to at 4am >> Morte Lumina, Dethklok.

23. A song that punches you in the gut every single time  >> The Ghost of You, My Chemical Romance.

24. A song that calms you down >> Love Boat Captain, Pearl Jam.

25. A song that makes you feel alive  >> There She Goes, My Beautiful World, Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds.

26. If you could get any lyrics tattooed, which would you choose >> Oh man, I couldn’t even begin to choose. Do you know how many lyrics I’d have to choose from?!

27. What band/artist would you get your children addicted to at an early age  >> I mean, I think they can get themselves addicted to whatever band or artist resonated with them.

28. Can you play any instruments, if so, which  >> Nope.

29. If you could be a member of any band for one show, who would it be >> I really don’t know, lmao.

30. CDs or Vinyls  >> Vinyls are fun!

31. 25 songs to play at your funeral  >> 25?! That’s way too many, lmao, just play Death is the Road to Awe and call it a day. Then go get drunk. 

32. What are some song titles that you love >> Most of Fall Out Boy’s, lol.

33. If your life ended today, what song would you choose to represent it >> Nope.

34. Can you give me a 10 song playlist on ____ >> I guess this is for if you use it as an actual ask meme, and the person that sends you this one is supposed to fill in the blank.

35. A heart wrenching song >> Ich Dachte Schön, Selig. For me, anyway.

36. A band/artist you’re proud of >> Janelle Monae!!!

37. A song that has a lot of meaning to you >> Nothing As It Seems, Pearl Jam. That song’s been with me through a lot.

38. A song that reminds you of school >> Prayer, by Disturbed, because that was out when I was in high school and I used to watch the video on the school computers all the time. Also, I drew like 16-inch-tall chibi versions of the band from a screencap of the video, and I laminated the David Draiman one and would just carry it around school with me all the time. So, you know, there’s that.

39. A song not sung in your native language >> Percées de Lumière, Alcest.

40. An instrumental song >> The Final Fantasy Prelude song is the first thing that came to mind. :p

41. A classical song >> Elegy, Adam Hurst...? What counts as classical, does it have to be old?

42. A song with no percussion >> Guaranteed, Eddie Vedder.

43. Something you’ve heard performed live >> For the Love of God, Steve Vai. Amazing.

44. Something you’d give ANYTHING to hear performed live >> No Leaf Clover, Metallica.

45. A song from a band/artist that’s from your town/city/state/province  >> Uh, I think Anthony Kiedis lived in Grand Rapids at some point and I don’t feel like looking up bands who are from GR and hoping I know at least one of them, so I’m just going to go with this. Otherside, by Red Hot Chili Peppers.

46. A song made suddenly precious because of a special someone >> May It Be, Enya (for Can Calah).

47. A song made suddenly painful because of someone special >> I can’t think of any.

48. A song that demands lip syncing and a makeshift microphone >> Oh man! So many! But I’ll go with The Emperor’s New Clothes, Panic at the Disco.

49. A song from a band/artist you met/know >> H.O.R.S., Mother. (They’re from NYC. Click through to hear it on YouTube.)

50. A song that you would rock at karaoke  >> No One Knows, Queens of the Stone Age. I cheated on this one, because I have rocked this at karaoke.

51. A song you can’t help but dance to >> Big Freedia’s Empire State remix.

52. A song that makes you want to dance on a table  >> The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret, Queens of the Stone Age.

53. Your 10 song striper playlist >> Oh man, I don’t know if I have 10 songs for this! I’ll have to make a stripper playlist one day and come back to this.

54. Favourite Disney song  >> Hellfire, obviously. It’s me, after all.

55. A song that starts with the first letter of your name >> Lady Grinning Soul, David Bowie.

56. A song from an artist still alive  >> Younger, Seinabo Sey.

57. A song from an artist who’s dead >> Lazarus, David Bowie.

58. A song you love by an artist/band you hate  >> Meh.

59. A song you love with a colour in the title >> Orange Crush, R.E.M.

60. A song you love with a number in the title >> One, Creed.

61. A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about >> Meh.

62. A song that needs to be played LOUD >> Skeksis, Strapping Young Lad.

63. A song that makes you think about life >> These Things, Fuel.

64. 15 Songs that get suck in your head easily  >> Oh no. Here is A song that gets stuck in my head easily: Terra Novum, by Michael Curran, which is the Sid Meier’s Civilization V: Brave New World theme. It gets stuck in my head all the time because one of my tags on my main blog is a lyric from it.

65. A song that you think everyone should listen to  >> Uh.

66. A song that makes you want to fall in love >> LMAO I’m not sure?

67. A song that makes you think about ‘him/her’ >> I don’t know who the ‘him/her’ is supposed to be here... like an SO? Ok then... Noll, kent; Someone New, Joywave; Work Song, Hozier. One for each.

68. A song that you remember from your childhood >> All Coming Back to Me Now, Celine Dion. My JAM.

69. A song that reminds you of you >> Gravity, by Steven Price, for the movie of the same name.

70. Okay what’s the real answer to number 1 >> I AM NOT ASHAMED OF THE THINGS I LOVE. GOT IT?

[wolfeyeslonelynights]

Strip Club III

Liam was seriously starting to wonder when his life became a series of sexual dance offs. Sure once could have been considered random Mason induced insanity. Twice, maybe an odd fluke he had admittedly instigated in petty revenge. But three? Three was starting to feel like a pattern.

And lap dances? Of course he’s watched a few naughty videos, what teenage boy hasn’t? Although those had generally been of the female variety and with a specific task in mind. Now though, Liam felt like the world was turning an odd joke over him. With a name of Theo fucking Raeken.

Because here he was, sitting in a ridiculously tall chair, feeling beyond awkwardly embarrassed while Theo tried not to laugh standing about five feet from him. From the edge of his sex throne Liam could see Mason in a similar position, although his expression was far less humiliated and more eager. Corey at least looked slightly uncomfortable. Leaning forward just as the lime green booty short dressed instructor stepped into the room, Liam hissed under his breath.

“I am never answering your guys 911 phone calls again!”

He kicked his feet, which were hanging about four inches off the ground, in irritation. When Mason replied he didn’t see the grin so much as heard it.

“We needed two more people to get the discount.”

Liam harrumph, knowing damn well that his friend was just being a busy body. Since the club incident Liam had been doing everything he could to not pay attention to anything beyond school and lacrosse. He didn’t answer most texts, ignored phone calls, and even took to actually locking his bedroom window at night. His mother was ecstatic on his grades improvement. Liam was, he would only admit to himself, a grumpy little shit.

“Oh come on,” Theo practically purred at him- soft enough that only their sensitive hearing could pick up- “I’ll make it good for you.”

Liam scowled at the hazel stare sparkling with laughter before Theo was turning to listen to whatever the flamboyant teacher was saying. He just pushed himself farther back into the chair, arms crossing protectively over his chest. It wasn’t that he was denying the reactions and emotions to the chimera; in fact the only reason they hadn’t ended up in Liam’s bed or the back of Theo’s truck after the night of dancing was only because of Mason and Corey’s presence. No, Liam was avoiding the issue because he didn’t want to get hurt.

Watching the teen in front of him, not really a teenager anymore at nineteen, reach up to absently run a hand through his hair, Liam felt shook. He didn’t think the older boy would hurt him in the way murderous asshole Theo would have done- and honestly even then, he had been trying to help Liam; albeit with slightly more horrific and malicious intent. No, he was afraid that it would be similar to the punch in the soul that Hayden abruptly leaving had caused.  

He suspected it would be worse. Not that Hayden hadn’t been important; she will always be his first love, first loss, and a few other firsts. But their relationship had been created on remorse and protectiveness that was formed during a highly stressful time in their lives.

Theo though.. he was a foundation. That saw everything and still was like ‘okay, that was stupid but lets not be too stupid.’ And when It came down to it, when shit got really bad and the body count was growing; Theo didn’t leave Liam behind. Nope, the chimera showed up even when he had no real reason to.  Even when Liam tried to push him away.

“Alright everyone, think of a song you wanna dance to while you and your lucky partner connect to the small blue tooth speakers.”

The instructors bubbly voice broke through Liam’s thoughts. Looking up he caught Theo watching him closely; the usual smirk replace with a thoughtful expression. The sincerity of it made him more nervous. Tightening his arms and shoulders he grumbled “What?”

The chimera dug into his pants, dark gray joggers, for his phone taking a minute to connect it to the small speaking next to Liam’s chair. There was a brief blast of Celine Dion causing Liam to flinch before Theo was able to press pause. He stared up with at the big bad chimera; eyes wide before he was grinning.

“All by yourself huh?”

Liam’s grin grew as Theo looked speechless before the chimera lifted his shoulders in a shrug that tried for nonchalance but was too self-conscious to totally pull it off. Laughing softly he relaxed in the chair. Theo narrowed his eyes on him, while reaching over to snag Corey’s fedora hat.

“Don’t even think that is adequate blackmail Dunbar, because it really isn’t.”

His reply was interrupted by the teacher clapping and telling them to get into their places. Liam ignored the droning on about how this was just for fun and practice before giving a couple claps to set them off on their own. Glancing around he saw that a lot of couples were mostly goofing off to various songs all talking about how it was hot in hurr or get low, too uncomfortable to really get into it.

FKA twings Two weeks started playing loud next to him snagging his attention as Theo easily slid back into a relaxed stance. He had placed the fedora hat at a jaunty angle, upper half of his face shadowed as he rolled his shoulders once. This didn’t seem like a particular lap ‘dancey’ song but then Liam didn’t think much more as Theo slide a leg out in a smooth movement.

The words were breathy as Theo twirled slowly in a way that reminded Liam of a ballet,  hand coming up to grip the back of the hat just as the song crescendo; rolling it down a forearm and popping it in the air at Liam, tank top covered chest rolling deep that sent muscles rippling under the tight material as feet skimmed in rotating steps that had him suddenly much closer to the chair.

He barely had time to toss the hat blindly aside before Theo was there in his lap. Crouched like some damn cat instead of werewolf; hips moving in slow undulated waves, inches from Liam’s chest. Hot hands sliding from the chair letting  fingers grazing skin and shirt before gripping the top of his thighs hard - jolting heat through Liam’s jeans as Theo was sliding down, down, down until Liam could only see brightened eyes at the level of his crotch.

There was a pause, Liam trying to not to groan at the picture in front of him, how his body was responding painfully, and then Theo was up and around the back of the chair, a hand moving up his shoulder and neck before a finger tip touched the corner of the his lips, slipping inside enough to wet it before it was gone.

Liam was pretty sure he was silently mouthing words that he would no doubt be mortified if anyone could read. Expecting a fast dance of thrust and jerky movements, maybe something silly like the sexy chicken dance but Theo’s slow actions were ten times worse.

The chimera did something with his feet that made it seemed like he glided around the chair. Not that Liam cared about his feet, his eyes were having a hard time moving from the region of his midsection and face. Especially when Theo stopped right in front of him, eyes locked on; stare intense as his body slowly, excruciating slow that had Liam biting his bottom lip and tasting Theo, rolled until it reached his hips, then he reversed the move until he was straddling Liam’s lap. Rough hands coming up to cup either side of his neck, thumbs lightly pressing against the racing pulse.

Several things occurred to Liam in this moment. A: He was going to be super mortified when he had to stand up and let everyone see the raging hard-on he was currently sporting. B: Theo was crossing a line with that damn finger leaving a tase of him in his mouth that had Liam almost begging. C: Begging for something he actually had no idea what he wanted, but it needed to happened and fucking quick. D: Theo was semi-erect and it seemed wrong to only be halfway there. E: He definitely heard the unsubtle sound of a phone’s camera shutter, indicating that his best friend was going to have to die.

He hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until Theo whispered “Breathe Liam, breathe.”

Looking up he wasn’t sure meeting Theo’s gaze was a smart move. The desire he was feeling echoing in the chimera’s face with a dash of that infuriating arrogance. He didn’t realize he had slipped his hands underneath the tank top, softly brushing the skin on Theo’s side until he noticed the slightest shiver through the body on his. He smiled broadly, opening his mouth to comment when a loud voice burst into their bubble.

“Well! Magnificent performance! Though I dare hazard a guess that you are not an amateur no?” When the instructor was smiling over them Theo quickly slid off Liam, hands quickly slipping in the pocket of his pants. Liam caught his eye, raising a brow in amusement, ignoring the glare sent his way.

He bit back a laugh when Theo turned away from him to mutter a “Yeah you could say that.”

There was a brief pause as the other groups stopped staring to go back to their half hearted attempts, leaving Liam to shoot a dirty look at Mason and Corey’s smirks while trying to get his pants to be comfortable again without bringing attention to what he was doing. Theo was busy with his phone when the teacher called that it was time to switch places.

Liam froze as Theo whipped his head up grinning like the devil.

“Uh no.”

Theo smiled wider, “Uh yes.”

Frantically thinking of a way out because if Liam had to dance like that in a room full of all these people who were side eyeing them in hopes to see if he was as good as Theo. He was going to die. Or puke. Possible both in either order.

Theo didn’t help, simply yanking him out the chair, leaving him to stumble for balance while collapsing back into it as if it was a recliner. Scowling he glanced over to see that Mason’s eager expressions was dimmed now as he too looked over at Liam.

“I, uh, didn’t think this through.”

Feeling his irritation melt away as the need to help ease Mason’s anxiety away, Liam cracked his neck and dramatically rolled his yes.

“You two never think things through.”

Ignoring Corey’s muttered “Like you two can talk.” he pulled his phone out to start browsing through his music. Just because it was a lap dance didn’t mean he had to do everything in Theo’s lap right? Simply thinking that had his cheeks warming. Also, this was definitely not a place to play a song he would one day like to be fuc-

Liam paused at the last thought, face rapidly losing its color as he realized songs were getting nixed because they were ones that he could picture them, jesus him and Theo, having sex to.

“Young man? Are you having trouble picking a song?”

The teacher’s question knocked him out of the downward spiral that his mind had been going. Looking up he saw his friends giving him slightly guilty looks of concern. Theo’s expression was unreadable; stance still disgustingly relaxed in the chair, legs spread apart as he watched Liam have a mini existential crisis. Actually, he smiled up at the mostly naked older man receiving an automatic one back.

“No sorry I’m good now thanks.”

Waiting until the man had nodded and backed away, Liam had flashed a devious smirk at his friends before taking the few seconds to connect his phone to the speaker.

“This better not be that barbie doll song or something stupid Liam.”

Theo’s voice was a warning and a tease and he was going to enjoy wiping that goddamn kissable smirk off his smug face. Instead of saying anything, he simply pressed play and slid out to stop in front of the chimera.

Feeling the same weightless exhilaration similar to when they were just goofing off in the club, he felt the smile linger as he started a few shoulder jerks, legs matching the movements as 3OH!3’s Touchin’ On My blared. Throwing in a few heel steps he waited until the chorus hit before starting to pop lock in earnest; grin growing at Theo’s snort of surprised laughter, the chimera’s body leaning forward as he returned the smile.

When the second verse kicked in, Liam spun fast, hands yanking his shirt up and over before launching it at Theo. Using the distraction he slid on his knees between Theo’s still spread legs. There was an instance, hazel eyes flaring wide, before Liam basically crawled up into his lap. He let fingers trail over pants, pressing closer on the inside of Theo’s thigh. Slightly brushing on something more. He was still grinning even if the chimera wasn’t; mouth tight with restraint as Liam’s nose slid up his neck, continuing up with a brush of their noses, passing until he was standing.

Liam let a few seconds pass, hands pressed on the back of the chair behind Theo’s shoulders, listening to the chimera breathe shallow.

The next time the chorus played, he slid away from Theo - noticing how hands had started to rise like the teen was going to pull Liam back. His own hands were still on the back of the chair, holding fast as he twirled around to stand behind it. Ignoring the song now, he used his arms to tip the chair backwards, Theo tensing as his head fell back to look up at Liam - face paused level with Liam’s erection.

Liam beamed when Theo’s eyes darted from his face to his pretty obvious bulge and back to his eyes again before muttering “Christ almighty Liam.”

Abruptly righting the chair, he walked over to shut off the speaker as the next song started playing. Turning he sputtered when his t-shirt slapped into his face. Yanking it down he scowled at the glowering chimera walking towards him.

“What the fuck?”

Theo waited until they were inches apart, “That song and move is going to come back to bite you in the ass…literally.”

Yeah, it was definitely becoming a pattern. He was in absolute deep shit. Liam tried to hide the pleased smile.

[milkybishop]

i've had very little drive or ideas to draw the last months but the grip these two always have on me. i have such a clear image of being on elena's farm and dion having an en suite and like struggling soo much with being unable to just run away, and that people, especially ortega, have seen his markings.

and like, pre-reveal dion is cagey but he's definitely softer with ortega cause there was that barrier and almost dream-like curtain that dion could go 'i can have this much, cause anything real will never happen'. and then everything is too real. and dion is just trying to have a bath with his casts in plastic and he's trying not to be repulsed by his own body and the fact he can't just escape if he needs. and then ortega is barging in and kinda making a show of how not-bothered he is by dion's markings, which manages to annoy dion more.

i think dion is more..caustic(?) during this time. at first. because he kinda can't accept the reality that ortega is fine with it, and it's very self-sabotagey. that curtain is gone, and so, so is that softness. but of course ortega persists and starts getting to dion proper.

and there's another scene that in my head of like, when dion's starting to walk and jog again, and ortega is around alot for that. and then one day had to go off and he kinda rushes back to the farm and cannot find dion in the house and just like crumples on the porch. and he's just so sure he's gone. and then dion is coming up to the house, post-jog and seeing ortega and immediately realises what ortega thought, like the one time he feels like he could read his mind. and i just wrote down the sentences that were sticking in my head

"and you say "i'm still here". and it doesn't mean anything. you're not saying you won't run tomorrow. you're not saying you didn't think about it. you're not making a promise. but he breaks into a smile like you did."

i don't really have it in me to draw, and most of the time i lose the desire to write when i open the doc, but i love themmm, i love dionnnn

[8bityeol]

Love Potion N.9

AU + Witch!Baek // The best place to find a potion is at the house in the forest clearing. In need of a love potion you ask the local wizard but of course there’s a price to pay.

“How much are you willing to part with?” He asks, sliding a finger through your hair.

Swallowing, you take a step back, but the room seems to become smaller as he closes the new distance. “W-what do you mean?” You ask, blinking far too fast to even fake confidence. If he could smell weakness (he probably could) you’d be burning his sinuses.

“It’s not an easy process you know. It’s tedious.” He says, with a cat-like smile stretching his face. “First, I have to find the ingredients,” He points to the rack of herbs and bottles behind you, “Then I have to mix everything together, and some of those ingredients are poisonous. George’s root? It’s a nasty little thing, it gives you warts-”  

“I’ll do it,” You butt in, thinking he’d at least have the heart to step back.

Unmoving, He presses a finger on your lips, “I wasn’t done Kitten.”  

You mumble a muffled sorry.

“You can’t do it,” He says with a hint of seriousness that causes your blood to still. You wouldn’t be so..so scared if he wasn’t so close and if his eyes were a normal colour for starters. Who in the world has yellow eyes? “You wanna know why?” he continues.

You really don’t, but in this situation, it’d seemed right to nod.  He could kill you easily. A quick slice of the neck or a hurried mumble of some spell, you would been ash in no time and swept away by a simple flick of broom.

“Because you don’t have The Book,” at the mention of ‘The Book’, a flash of purple runs through his irises and from the corner of your eye you can see pages of large book fluttering as if a large gust of wind has just entered. “And only I can use The Book, you can’t. If you happen to use it, I can’t guarantee your life.”

Finally, he moves his finger and much to your disgust or horror, he swipes it across the lapel of his jacket. it wasn’t as if forced him to slap his finger across your mouth! the nerve! but what would you expect from a man who lives alone in the forest, manners yes, but social cues, of course not.

“Anyways, what are you willing to give me?” His eyes pierce into yours as if he was looking into your deepest and darkest secrets, those which you rather die with than let anyone know.

What were you willing to give him? Your voice? but he wasn’t Ursula and it wasn’t as if you had the voice of Celine Dion; it was more like a chicken. Maybe it was your body….no. Anything but that. But what if it was what he wanted. As your thoughts derailed into things unimaginable you could feel the blood rushing to your face.

You can’t bare to look him anymore, considering how close he was, you could see every pore dotted across his clear face. “I’ve got money,” You say.

As if fueled by your nervousness, his grin grows bigger and deep chuckles burst from within him. “Money? not that useless thing!” He says, “I need something more, something worth so much more. Every jack and jill has money. Kitten, what I want isn’t material.”

Your hands fly to your chest, “N-no I can’t!”  

His face stills, “Huh…?” He cocks his head to the side, blinks a few times. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

Barely able to breathe, you squeeze your eyes shut and wish yourself somewhere far. Preferably under the covers of your bed.He hadn’t even been thinking of sex…yet you. Fuck.

“Nothing, I was just…” You say, just able to form the words. “Nothing.”

“You thought I wanted your body.”  Its statement, not a question.

“No, no, no. You’ve got it all wrong!” The words come out rushed and messy.

He narrows his eyes and smirks, he was enjoying this. “With your level of protest, I can’t help but think I am in fact right. You thought I wanted your body … how dirty. Here I was thinking you were innocent.”

“I wasn’t thinking that!” This time you talk through gritted teeth, you couldn’t take the constant teasing anymore.

He tuts you, “Don’t lie Kitten. But let’s clear things up, I’m not that depraved to ask for your body in payment. Not every wizard or warlock is a sex crazed freak, we do have humane thoughts. Understand?”

You nod diligently, “I understand. It was just nerves and you’re really close so my mind couldn’t help but wander.”

he looks down, finally noticing that he’d been practically leaning closer and closer to you. He takes a few steps back until he’s leaning against the island, “Ahh, personal space…sorry. I can’t seem to grasp the concept.”  

Regaining some composure you say: ‘thank you’

“Anyways, what does a young girl like you need a love potion?” He asks, running his eyes over you so quick you only caught it by a half a second.

The answer was simple and humiliating at best, but if it was what was needed for the potion then so be it. You’d already come so far. “My friend. I know there’s something there, I can feel it, but he never acts on it and I’m tired of waiting  so, I’m sure this little potion might quicken things up a bit.”

“Look, I know I’m not a person of great moral standing and all, but, is this really the right thing to do?” He says, “If it’s not meant to be, then why force it? What if you end up hating him? Sometimes, the person who you think is the water in the desert, might just be the mirage.”

You stare at him dead in the eye, “Well if he is a mirage then so be it. I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”

He snorts in amusement, “Aren’t we confident?”

“What is the payment?” You ask, dreading the words that may come from his mouth. He could ask for anything, gods, what if he asked for your soul? is that possible?

He holds one finger up, a wordless hang on. He disappears into another room and after some clangs and clashes…and a meow? He emerges holding a paper in his hand.“Found it!” He exclaims.

He motions for you to sit on the chair facing his desk. The desk seemed to be the only thing kept in order, the parchment had its place, the books had its place and the pens had its place. But the rest of the room was another situation. Vials were scattered around the room, vintage cups were stacked in some far corner. It was a mission in itself to get to said seat.

“OK here is the contract,” He slides the paper across the desk, “It basically says that I cannot be held accountable for anything that could occur after I hand the potion to you. Meaning that if your beloved takes this potion and dies or experiences and adverse side-effects, you have no right to gather up the citizens and come at my door with pitchforks.”

“That’s all well and good, but the payment?” You press.

He leans over the table and flips the page, “It says right here the appropriate payment for the potion you have requested, the love potion, is….your first born child.”

Your eyes widen, surely he didn’t say first born child?

“F-first born child?” A shakiness lines your voice, he nods. “You can’t possibly…I can’t…my first?”

A seemingly sympathetic look overcomes him, maybe its real. you can’t tell. “I know, I didn’t make the rules. It’s the witchcraft council, but on the brightside its only the first one, you and your beloved could have twenty more?”

“There must be some other option?” You ask voice airy and weak, “It’s a simple potion, the price can’t be that high…please.”

He shakes his head, “The potion you deamingly refer to as ‘simple’ has the power to manipulate and overcome free will, it’s as deadly as poison it’s self. Being in love can drive the most complacent person to do th most outrageous thing, love it’s natural state is deadly, but love in this form? it should be illegal. So, is that simple to you?”

The authority lining his voice brings back the fear by tenfold, how you’d managed to get comfortable around some the likes of him was truly

Here’s the thing, if you sign the contract now and don’t pick up the potion then the payment is null and void, no child will be taken.“

You nod slowly and mull over every single word. Are you willing to do it?

A/N

shout out to this would be series ~ that I started but accidently deleted the other parts cause I wrote it on my phone. I’m still heated about it.