#'what the fuck miranda what did i say? Why are you crying? What happened?' one would think he'd have learned by now
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Oliver freaking tf out when im crying as we talk is an favorite thing
#miranda talking shit#'what the fuck miranda what did i say? Why are you crying? What happened?' one would think he'd have learned by now#But nope... Still have to stop everything and ask. Buddy my dude... This is how i am... Idk what to tell you#My tears start coming before i even have time to think sometimes. They just ... Come i cant identify why half the time#We talked about ambitions and shit again and thats always an hard one for me bc... My only dream/ambition#Is to... Be comfortable with myself and accept myself plus share life with someone#I don't have a dream job or something... I just ... Wish to do something i wont dread and hate#Meanwhile hes like bro...i wanna be rich lol. And hes trying to challenge me and im like... Dude...#And i know i still have it so ingrained in me to do everything everyone else wants of me... Im trying to be my own self#But like... How do you undo 20 years of always filling others wants and needs? I have come up with this dream just a few years ago#Genuinely before that i had nothing. I know im weak and pathetic and not my own person but im trying to be but its not easy#Its why i dont ever feel ill be good enough to date anyone. Bc i dont have grand ambitions and I'd never be able to give someone#An good life in that way. I just want to live and share boring normal things with someone who loves me and if they have an ambition id help#Support them. But it's ... Pathetic and probably very unhealthy but thats what i genuinely think i want. A gentle life and love#I am always told im so passive and not strong willed enough and its like yoo i know! Bc i started to develop my personality to be#As passive and adjustable since i was 4 so i would be less in danger and then i just kept it up until i became an adult...#'youre such a deep (feeling) person. Its sad you dont WANT more' yeah i know... Tryst me i wish i was more solid in my opinions and thought#But thats probably gonna take me many years...#Negative#????
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Tim: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, it's “intelligent” and “really cool”.
Tim: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.
Bruce: Real life should have a f***ing search function, or something.
Bruce: I need my socks.
Jason: You seem familiar... have I threatened you before?
Danny, opening a Capri Sun: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.
Danny or Jason: I have one foot in the grave but in a kind of fun flirty way, the way one might slip on a fishnet stocking.
Jason: Get in, loser, we’re committing vehicular manslaughter!
Tim: It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit though, fire is fascinating.
Baby Jason: Did you just call me a shrimp, you a**hole?! I'm still growing, dammit!
Jason: I have no respect for Santa. Don’t sneak in through the chimney and undermine my authority by bringing my family presents. Walk in through the front door and fight me like a man.
Tim to Damien: Could you maybe just like… stab me… right in the gut. Just REALLY twist it in there. ‘Cause that honestly seems less painful than this conversation.
Danny: Yum, thanks!
Kidnapper: *puts more tape over their mouth* I said stop eating it.
Steph: I love sarcasm! It’s like punching people in the face, but with words!
Damien: I wish I was a cat, but not in a furry kinda way, more like a “I can sleep all day and hit people with no consequences” kinda way.
Danny: *in a jail cell* What about my Miranda rights!? You’re supposed to say I have ‘the right to remain silent’”! NOBODY SAID I HAD THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT!
Tim: *in the cell next to them* You have the right to remain silent, what you lack is the capacity.
Jason: Lol. Heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you’ll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this.
Damien: What did you do Jason?
Jason: A Mistake.
Damien: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated!
Jason: Killed without hesitation.
*Tim is comforting Dick when Damien stayed the night at the Kent farm*
Tim: Stop crying because he's gone. Start smiling because Damien is someone else’s problem now.
Dick: Damien, when’s your birthday?
Damien: Why? So you can look up my natal chart? So you can figure out my weaknesses? So you can destroy me?
Dick: …So I know when to wish you a happy birthday.
Dick: Nice rock.
Jason: Thanks, Damien gave it to me.
Damien: I threw it at you!
Jason: Isn't he the sweetest?
Bruce: Where are your parents?
Random black hair, blue eyed child he found: What are parents?
Bruce: You're coming home with me.
Jason or Danny: The next time I open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy.
Damien: I don't follow the rules. I follow dogs on social media.
Bruce : Like they say, "If you can't beat them, curl up in a ball and protect your organs."
Damien: Of course I have a lot of pent-up rage, you fool! I've been the same height since I was twelve!
Dick: Why aren't there friend pick up lines? Pick up lines to make friends like-
Dick, to Danny: Hey, that's a cute outfit. You know where it would look better? On nobody else, because you're a beautiful individual.
Damien, to Jason : Be my friend or I'll set your entire family on fire.
Tim: There are two types of people.
Bruce: You three, explain right now!
Damien : It was Danny.
Tim: It was Danny.
Dick: It was Danny.
Danny:
Danny: …fuck.
Tim: Do you think I'm plastic?
Jason: No.
Tim: Phew. Oka-
Jason: Plastic, at least, has some use in life. You're not plastic.
Danny: Gatekeep, girlboss, and what's the other one again?
Damien : There isn't another one. You're crazy.
Danny: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.
Danny: Damien is late again.
Jason: How did this happen? I called him at 8 o’clock this morning and pretended it was 11.
Dick: I printed up a fake schedule for him saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon.
Tim: I set his clock to say PM when it’s really AM.
Danny: Oh boy. We may have overdone it.
*Damien bursts through the door*
Damien : WHAT TIME IS IT?
Tim: Well, if you're not at least a little bit gay for your friends, then what kind of friend are you?
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Sloane & the Lords incorrect quotes from the 12beesinatrenchcoat incorrect quotes generator (which I love w my whole heart) and this generator (a lot of these are her and Karl :3)
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Sloane: You love me, right, Karl?
Karl: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.
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Karl: I can explain.
Sloane: Can you?
Karl: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.
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Karl: *Kicks the door down looking panicked*
Sloane: What did you do?
Karl: Nobody died.
Sloane: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!
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Donna: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated.
Sloane: Killed without hesitation.
Donna: No.
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Sloane: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Karl's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get him out...
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Sloane: Karl and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's-
Karl: Sentences.
Sloane: Don't interrupt me.
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Sloane, throwing their head into Karl's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!
Karl, lovingly stroking their hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.
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Karl: All in all, a 100% successful trip.
Sloane: But we lost Angie…
Karl: All in all, a 100% successful trip!
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Miranda: What makes you think it's okay to watch Hannibal given its subject matter?
Sloane: Sometimes, I watch television shows for entertainment purposes.
Karl: Because I condone murder and cannibalism.
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Sloane: Fruits that do not live up to their names; passionfruit, grapefruit, honeydew and dragonfruit.
Sloane: Fruits that do live up to their names?
Karl: Orange.
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Sloane: Why is it that I always lose things as soon as I need them?
Chris: Actually, it's not that you lose things when you need them. You lose them a while before. It's just that you LOOK for things when you need them.
Sloane: Okay yeah thanks Chris, that's great but WHERE'S THE FUCKING FIRST AID KIT?
(This is where I mention my sisters resident evil self insert is with Chris and she has such a lovely story line for them but we’re not siblings in it sadly for my own plot device but anyway that’s why Chris is in these)
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Sloane: Guess what I'm about to get!
Karl: On my nerves.
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Miranda: Deep down, I'm sure I was always pretty okay with you.
Sloane: Thanks, Miranda!
Miranda: It wasn't a compliment
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Karl: When I see initials carved into a tree with a heart I think it’s so romantic. Two lovers on a date... one of them carrying a knife for some reason.
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Karl: Hi-
Alcina: Leave before there's a terrible misunderstanding between my foot and your ass.
(Aka a dumbed down version of a scene that actually happened)
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Karl: I couldn't do this without you, Sloane.
Sloane: Sure you could. Not as stylishly, of course.
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Sloane: Can I ask a dumb question?
Karl: Better than anyone I know.
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Sloane: I think I need a hug...
Karl: Good thing I'm hug shaped!
*45 minutes later*
Sloane: You... you can let go now.
Karl: No, I absolutely cannot.
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Sloane: I think I should be allowed on ghost hunter tv shows.
Karl: I think that would be dangerous for the ghosts.
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Karl: As top in this relationship, I think we should-
Sloane: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.
(He has not known a moments peace-)
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Sloane: Are you ready to commit?
Karl: Like, a crime or a relationship?
(Incorrect quotes guessing scenes from the story again)
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This got out of hand I’m sorry
#re8#resident evil#karl heisenberg#self insert#incorrect quotes#chris redfield#donna beneviento#mother Miranda#Alcina Dimitrescu
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i was tagged in this mass effect questions meme by @imakemywings and, although i do like answering posts like this, i'm pretty sure this was the same one that was going around to try to silence any criticism of the demaster before its release. with that in mind, i couldn't resist taking the opportunity to put in a few more critical questions to balance out the positive ones. EDIT: apparently i'm wrong and this is a new meme, and just has similar wording/questions to that other one. but i've kept my extra questions because why not lmao
I've been a fan since: christmas day 2017, when i bought andromeda on sale. i wasn't planning on playing the trilogy because of the lack of gay romances, but then i saw thane and, well. y'know.
Favorite game of the series: me2 or andromeda
Favorite gender for Shepard?: mshep my beloved <3 love being able to play a male video game protag (in a Shooty Sci-fi Game no less) as soft and loving and respectful of everyone around him. paragon mshep and his respectful caring friendships with his crew just make me very happy
Earthborn, Colonist or Spacer?: spacer
Paragon or Renegade?: paragon, i can't make myself choose evil options in video games
Biotics or Tech?: biotics
Favorite class: vanguard
Favorite companions: irikah and thane
Least favorite companions: liara
My squad selection: me1 is garrus + tali, me2 and me3 is any combination of irikah + thane + garrus, andromeda is liam + jaal
Favorite in-game romance: thane/irikah/shepard forever. like, the themes? these two people who have been so thoroughly broken down by their experiences and their trauma, who have been clinging to each other and trying to ensure a future for their son without really thinking about themselves beyond "when we go out, we'll go out together," meeting this person who makes them both realize that there can be a future for them too?? who makes them see the beauty and possibilities in the galaxy again, makes them remember why they fell in love in the first place and makes them dream of a future (however brief it may be, due to thane's illness) for themselves and this wonderful person? like. fuck. they're my everything
Least favorite romance: thane/shepard without irikah.
Other pairings I like: obviously thane/irikah is my lifeblood and my reason for getting up in the morning. their love is the most important thing in the world and in these silly space games
Favorite NPCs: kolyat, anderson, and conrad verner
Favorite antagonist: i think kai leng had lots of potential and deserved better development. i wish he'd been introduced in me2, it would have helped with a lot of his writing problems in me3 if he was an established character in the games instead of seemingly coming out of nowhere unless you happened to have read the books.
i also think shepard's clone was a really interesting character concept and i wish they hadn't died. my shepard's clone has a whole-ass character arc postcanon
Least favorite antagonist: the geth. bioware did a great job of making them super creepy and soulless, every time i see one of those things i just wanna grab the shotgun
Favorite mission: priority tuchanka. literally the perfect mission, the absolute peak of good writing in this series. you finally get to cure the genophage, mordin gets maybe the best-written character death in the series, wrex calls my shepard his brother, and there's a giant fucking thresher maw that fucks up a reaper. what more could you possibly ask for
Least favorite mission: priority thessia.
Favorite loyalty mission: tali or jack. also mordin's makes me cry every time. so does miranda's, mostly just because of Same Trauma™
Least favorite loyalty mission: jacob i'm so sorry they did that to you, what the FUCK
Favorite DLC: i know almost everybody probably chooses citadel for this and despite a few problems with it i do really love it, but in the name of choosing a more interesting/less predictable answer i will say that i also have a soft spot for leviathan. surprisingly effective horror, can't describe the feeling of sheer stomach-churning dread i had playing it for the first time when my shepard was going down in that diving mech.
Least favorite DLC: overlord is just. so much. bioware certainly made some Choices when they made that one and i could write an entire essay on it
also i haven't played arrival and never will, like i totally understand that the Point is that it's the trolley problem on a massive scale. but i really don't want my shepard to be the one diverting that particular trolley. if you find it compelling and consider it part of your shepard's canon that's totally cool and valid!! but i'm just not really comfortable having it in my shepard's story.
Control, Synthesis or Destroy: destroy. bioware there's no way i'm letting you kill my shepard. like sorry edi, i love you and i wish you didn't have to die, but i mean. come on.
Favorite weapon: m-22 eviscerator my beloved
Favorite place: gotta be boring and say the citadel wards. i am not immune to beautiful idyllic centers of galactic civilization having shady neon-lit underbellies. same reason my favorite star wars planet is coruscant
A quote I like: gotta go for comedy on this one, it's technically cut content and can only be accessed in-game if you use the save editor, but thane's "my bones are aching..." makes me lose my mind every time i hear it or think about it. it's so weird and out of nowhere
i'm not tagging anybody but if you wanna do it, feel free to say i tagged you!!
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No one is asking for the tour to be stopped, by formal apology we literally just mean that they acknowledge the situation and just say sorry. It can literally be a post on bstage. That's it. We're not asking them to cry or go live or something big. They don't need to go back to sk to do that. They can have an online meeting with their pr team. There are so many ways this can be done if they want it to be done. And other companies not acknowledging such situations doesn't mean shit to us. Like the other anon said, Hongjoong asked us to tell them when they are wrong. Which means that technically he meant that they would not let such situations be swept under the rug, is it really too much to expect an apology from the members? Wouldn't you want one if it was your identity that was being mocked, even if unknowingly? It's literally as simple as saying sorry. That is it. The fact that the kpop industry expects idols to apologise for dating and being happy but not for hurting people is so hilarious to me.
ghawd i'm imagining san miranda sings his way out of this mess
ngl it SEEMS like people are asking for the tour and ateez's whole schedule to be halted to deal with this issue. some even said smth along the line of ateez should be going back to sk to deal with the issue in the middle of their taiwan schedules. I so totally get people wanting ateez to take responsibilities esp san or yunsan, but damn those demands are ridiculous. their schedules is jam packed already, they're not gonna be getting rest and you somehow want to squeeze in a meeting with the pr team. what do you want them to sacrifice ? sleep ? meals ? this is literally kq prioritizing, considering the situation and deciding which can be handled by the company so that the boys can still function normally. you and i will never know how hard it is to tour around the world and perform for HOURS whilst still having to deal with things like maintaining physique, diet, and schedule briefing. like oh my god this is such a logical issue and it's gonna sound very unimportant or miniscule but it's such an important thing to take note, with kq being the ones releasing the statement, they're ensuring that the idols won't have more mental burden that could affect their mental health. you know what guilt can do to people right ? okay so imagine being dead tired and then having to release a personal apology that exposes your vulnerable side and wearing your mistake on your fucking forehead whilst still having to give it your best for the next 6 months. I'm currently a travelling EO and last week i had to deal with an issue in my event and even though my parents owned the event, the mental burden and absolute shame i felt even after the issue was resolved and the event ended weighed so heavily that for days after, i lost sleep even in my zombified state thinking of ways i could've handled the situation or things i could've done to prevent the situation from happening. And it wasn't even a mistake i did. so i can't even begin to imagine what san is going through. Honestly? I believe he want to put out his own statement but ofc circumstances that you and i can't even begin to understand prevents him, circumstances that we can't start to imagine.
yesterday i saw this clip of trevor noah talking about how fans seem to be comfortable with celebrities and what his brother said that really stuck out. us fans have been managing and establishing a relationship with celebrities but that relationship is one sided, that's why we tend to get easily entitled and i see that in the way you said "hongjoong asked us to tell them". while we made personal relations with them, they didn't do it with us, they don't know us personally but they're still treating us as best as they could. I'm not saying that "oh kq did something, just be happy with it" i'm saying acknowledge that kq took this step, they so totally did not seeep things under the rug as seen from previpus "controversies" and how they seem to not be reccurring with the boys. honest to god, i personally feel like they don't owe ANYONE the absolute perfect knowledge of every single culture nor do they owe anyone personal apologies because who among us know EVERYTHING ???? if we can't even be held accountable for the same thing, why do we expect it from them ? bc they're "global idols" ?? no, they're global-scaled kpop idols, they're still people who are learning new things.
you can't expect me to answer how i would feel if my culture is mocked bc i won't know until it happen and by god i hope it doesn't and it won't. another anon mentioned that this is such a westernized issue being pushed to eastern context and yeah i get it. like the anger and the disappointment is not just from this one incident with ateez but it's an accumulation of recurring incidents by other unrelated parties that exploded bc this "hits close to home" (for a lack of better words).
and no, the kpop industry does not expect idols to apologize for dating, some fans does. no one in the kpop industry is penalizing romantic relationship. idk how you actually mean it, but you're so wrong for that. and dating and having a slip up can't be compared bc dating is very much intentional and what san did was a mistake that if you see the video did not mean as mockery on his part.
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The four Lord's accidentally hurting their s/o during an argument
Alcina Dimitrescu
She was BEYOND PISSED
You had gone to hangout with her brutish brother, Heisenberg
Again
Without her knowing
She didn't mind, as long as you told her
But it seemed like you made it a POINT to leave without doing so
"Alcina, I'm a grown (man/woman/person) I can go as I please!"
"Oh forgive me for treating you like a child! As your behavior has shown me!"
She stood tall and stiff, arguing with you
And you stood (as tall as you could), glaring at her with defiance
Alcina was sheathing and unsheathing her long claws behind her back
Trying not to slice her beloved's head off
But when you got like this, it was rather difficult
You threw your hands up, in anger
"This is the shit, Heisenberg, is talking about!! You use your height to talk down on everyone!! And it-"
She swung her hand to shut you up
And.... well it did shut you up
Her claws had been out
Slicing your midsection open, effectively gutting you
Before you could hit the ground, the Draculina caught you
And rushed you to her chambers, where the maids started to care for you
She never left your side, holding your hand
Once cleaned, sewn up and bandaged, the chambermaids left your both alone
There she sat for days, for her it felt like months, years... and eternity even
You finally woke up and looked at her
For the first time in almost a century, Alcina let herself be human
Large, fat tears where streaming down her face
Though she made no sound and you couldn't see her eyes
You knew by how hard she tightened her grip on your hand
That she was relieved and desperately sorry
"Im sorry too, you know... I should be more careful about your feelings. And-"
She cut you off
This time with her lips, forgiving you with no words
Angie and Donna Beneviento
On very, very, very rare occasions would you and Donna argue
And this was such a time
You had wanted to go into the village
But Donna, insisted you stay home, just for a bit
This, for whatever reason, pissed you off
"Your so goddamned controlling, Donna! Is it a big fucking problem for me to want to be alone, just for a few hours!?"
She never would say anything back, she didn't have to
The pollen would do it for her
Through narrowed eyes, she made you see the worst
Your angry ranting stopped
You saw your family's deaths replaying
Right. In. Front. Of. You.
Your mother crashing in to a dark river, your brother slashing his arms, bleeding out, and your father going mad, setting the family home on fire, letting himself burn alive
You knew none of this was true, but.... it felt so real...
You fell to your knees, weeping, but making no noise
Letting the tears fall, you sat back pulling your knees to your chest
Donna and Angie both knew it was going a bit too far
"Great!! Now (he/she/they're) broken!" Angie fussed
Donna made the illusion dissappear, feeling bad about what she had done
You were curled up, holding yourself
Angie, was already at your side, uncharacteristically, trying to soothe you
Donna kneeled on front of you, wiping your tears
You all sat like this for hours
Finally, you calmed down
"Donna-"
She shushed you, pulling you into her arms
You hugged her and Angie
This is how you all forgave one another
And it always worked
Salvatore Moreau
He never liked it when you got like this...
You could be come so rageful
And it scared and confused him
All he asked was "Darling? Will you help me decide which experiment to send to Mother?"
And you exploded, throwing things and yelling at him
"EVERYTHING YOU DO IS FOR MIRANDA!! WHAT ABOUT ME!? IM TIRED OF THIS SHIT!!"
This continued, until you threw a knife in his direction
It just barely missed hitting him
This caused him to explode as well
Like Donna, he rarely argues but that was the last straw
You stopped your rampage to watch his
He finally turned into his MASSIVE other form
And rushed off
You realized that you were to blame for this
So you followed him to the Reservoir
Watching him let out his anger out in the water and surrounding area
Him, not knowing you followed, bashed into some of the rocks
Causing them to fall, on top of you
Luckily, you jumped far enough away, not to get completely covered
You screamed as your leg got caught in the rockfall
Moreau hear it, transformed back and rushed to you
Uncovering the rocks, and pulled you to him
Quickly he made a tourniquet and gently pulled you to safety
"Im sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were there, my Precious..."
He continued to whimper apologies to you
You cut him off, "No... im sorry, I shouldn't explode like that..."
You both sat in comfortable silence, knowing that this would happen again
Probaly
Karl Heisenberg
You both were HEATED
You simply asked him to help you out a bit with some chores
To which he exploded
Throwing harsh and colorful words at you
"Ungrateful lazy bitch." Was hastily thrown at you
To which you retaliated with, "Piece of shit garbage."
Not caring about the floating debris, you tried to leave
Which Heisenberg blocked your way, a bit too aggressive
Not bothering to look at what he did
One of the flying slabs of metal sliced open your arm
Almost cutting it off
Though Karl didn't look at you, but your screech made him whirl around
Anger gone, when he saw your blood pouring out on to the floor
He rushed to your side, ripping his shirt into makeshift bandages
As he was wrapping you up, you started to pass out due to bloodloss
For the first time, in the longest time, Heisenberg felt himself panic
"Y/N! Stay with me, please!! Dont-"
You lost consciousness
He stood up and pulled you into his arms and rushed to Dimitrescu Castle
Kicking the large door in, he demanded that Lady D help
She was about to refuse, but saw the tears streaming down his face
And an eyeful of you bleeding out
She quickly snapped at her chambermaid's to help you
A few hours passed, with Heisenberg pacing outside of the room where you were being cared for
When the door opened he pushed past the maid, to your side
You looked at him, wanting to hit him
But softened up seeing this rugged man crying and apologizing for his outburst
You couldn't get him to shut up
And he held your hand like a life line
You petted his head with your other hand
Once he calmed down, you started to laugh
Karl looked at you like you lost your mind
"What the FUCK are you laughing at!? I almost took your gotdamn arm off!! I-"
"I... i..." You wheezed, " I forgot why we were arguing."
Karl looked up thoughtfully, "Damn. So did i."
He leaned forward and gave you a kiss
"Still... im sorry."
#resident evil 8#karl heisenberg#resident evil village#salvatore moreau#donna beneviento#lady dimitrescu#resident evil#angie and donna#angie beneviento#@yeetusdeefetus#angie and donna beneviento x reader#karl heisenberg x reader#lady dimitrescu x reader#salvatore moreau x reader
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Hello! Have a nice day! Could you please write something touching for Lord Heisenberg who accidentally made his highly sensitive beloved cry using the prompt #32 from the prompt list? Thank you so much!
Sure! I'll do my best!💖Sorry if it’s kind of short
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Pushed Over the Edge
You poke the bear hard enough and Heisenberg lets you have it.
#32 “Are you able to forgive me?”
Heisenberg was known to have a short temper. In fact, he was known to blow up at any given moment. This was one of the things about him that frightened you. He tried to control his temper around you, but sometimes he couldn’t stop himself from blowing up.
You should’ve known better than to push him after that meeting with Miranda.
It also didn’t help that you were a bit sensitive. Kind of ironic, that man with a short temper would be with someone who was highly sensitive. However, you guys were making it work. Heisenberg was yet to blow up on you.
Until that day.
He was already in a bad mood due to a failed experiment. Nothing seemed to be going right for Heisenberg that day. Then Mother Miranda calls in, saying she needs to speak to all the Lords ASAP. He left in a mood, and you knew he was going to come back in a mood.
“That. Fucking. BITCH.” Was the first thing you heard when he arrived back followed by the slamming of doors. Actually, it sounded like a lot of stuff was being broken.
This happened a lot when he threw his fits.
You could hear him yelling about Miranda, and the other Lords (mostly Lady Dimitrescu). Apparently, she had gotten on his nerves as well. Heisenberg had a short fuse she must’ve noticed and took advantage of it. However, most of his anger seemed to be directed towards Miranda.
“I can’t believe she had the fucking audacity to ask that of me!” He shouted while literally flipping a table. You flinched a bit, but slowly made your way towards the noise. With some hesitance, you opened the door.
“Ask...what of you?” You asked gently, not wanting to upset him further. Yep, the room was an absolute mess from his torment.
“None of your business.” He growled and you winced at the aggression. You knew you hit a nerve. So, why did you keep pressing?
“I just want to help.” You tried again, and this time, you saw him tense up completely. You stayed where you were, not knowing what he might do to you. However, he soon unclenched his fists.
“I don’t need your fucking help.” Heisenberg angrily said and you took a deep breath to calm yourself. He wasn’t mad at you, you tried to keep that thought in your head.
“But-” Your attempt to console him once more snapped him.
“Just get the fuck out!” Him nearly hitting you with a piece of flying metal was your breaking point. You couldn’t stop yourself from crying but tried your best to hide it in case that irritated him anymore.
“I-I’m sorry.” You started out before doing what he asked, and quickly fled. Heisenberg watched you leave, blood still boiling from what he had to listen to earlier.
However, after a few minutes, he began to realize what he did.
“Shit...” He muttered to himself while placing a hand to his face in distress. Heisenberg always tried to control his temper around you because he understood both how sensitive you were and that his anger frightened you.
Now, here he has gone and made you cry.
Heisenberg was literally the worst at apologies. Mostly because he’s never had to give them to anyone but you. I mean, he’s never been sorry for anything in his life. But he had to try, or else it will look like he meant what he said. So, he set about to find you.
Assuming you would actually forgive him.
It didn’t take long to find you. You were sitting outside, but still in the safety of the factory’s fence line. However, he could hear you crying from where he stood at the doors.
This was the one thing he was probably nervous for.
Walking towards you, he figured that if he could try to get you to smile or anything, he would be okay. He can’t lose you. That’s all he knows, and he’s hoping beyond hope that you will let him explain.
“It’s kind of cold out. You alright?” He asked with that smile as if nothing happened. You just looked over your shoulder at him with a frown on your face.
Speaking of faces, yours broke his heart.
It was red from the biting cold and covered in tears. Tears that he placed there. Heisenberg now felt it in his heart to make things better. Heck, he will do anything to see you smile at him again.
“Look, Y/N...,” Heisenberg walked towards you a bit before sitting beside you. It broke his heart a bit when you flinched, “I’m...this is never easy for me...I’m sorry.”
You looked over at him. Heisenberg looked like a mess, whether it be from his tantrum earlier or apologizing, you didn’t know. All you did know, was that he looked beyond guilty.
“Are you able to forgive me?” He then asked while handing you, well, it looked like some torn up weeds. Maybe there was a flower in there. Seriously, it looked like he just leaned over and tore up a clump of grass.
You started to giggle a bit.
“I’m trying to be sincere, and you’re laughing at me.” Heisenberg brought his hand back a bit, but you grabbed him by the wrist and took the vegetation from him.
“No. I’m just finding it adorable. Your way of apologizing.” You said while gesturing to the clump of whatever it was in your hands. For once, he looked flustered by your actions.
“But yes, I think I can forgive you.” You ceased your laughter and smiled for real. Heisenberg slowly smiled to himself before placing an arm around you, that smirk slowly growing on his face.
“Miranda wanted me to kill you.” He admitted after a while. You gave him a shocked look.
“She believed that you were a distraction to me, so she asked me to kill you. I wouldn’t have it. That’s why I was so mad earlier.” Heisenberg told you. Now you can understand why he didn’t want to tell you.
“Thanks for telling me. Sorry for trying to pry earlier.” You said while leaning into him after a strong gust of wind blew by.
“I’m sorry for yelling. Next time, I’ll go over to Moreau and take my frustration out on him.” He said with a smirk, and you slapped his chest.
“Be nice to him. He doesn’t know any better.” You said with a laugh, “But if you do, bring him some plants as an apology.”
“Hey now, those are some quality plants.” He defended his apology gift to you while helping you to your feet. You laughed as he laughed, shielding you from the breeze as the two of you went back inside.
It was good to have the old Heisenberg back. The one that laughs instead of yells.
Even if his laughter was directed at the mockery of others.
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Idk if this is how you request things or if it's just asking, BUT-
How would the Lords react to an S/O that's usually the chillest person that you will ever meet (not to be confused with a pushover because they are not), they've never seen them even mildly annoyed when something bad happens. But then something happens and, turns out, the S/O is utterly TERRIFYING when they're mad.
Hope this makes sense!
Aw man I'm gonna feel awful scaring Moreau and Donna :(
Alcina
You're relaxing on a beautiful morning. The sun is shining through the window just enough to warm the room but not hurt your eyes. You hadn't even changed out of your sleep wear. "How are you feeling, my dear?", a sweet voice rang from the doorway. You were sitting in your favorite chair near the window. You turn and smile at her. She walks over and rubs your face in her large hand before leaning down and giving you a soft kiss. "I'm feeling amazing. And you?", you grab her hand before she pulls it away and you place a kiss on her knuckles. "I'm feeling alright. There's a new maid here. She's a bit slow. I'm giving her until tonight to finish dusting the entire castle or else she won't see another sunrise." It was almost comedic how dark her words were as you both stared out the window and gazed at the beautiful scenery. "Come on Alcina.", you stand up and place your hands on hers, trying to hold them despite the size difference. "Give the girl a break. It's a huge castle AND it's her first day.", you knew your words would probably change nothing. Alcina was rather cruel, but you looked past it. You tried your best to make the nervous maids comfortable whenever they arrive.
"We'll see how she does." She gives you one more kiss before leaving the room. You sit back down in your chair, enjoying the warmth of the sun for a little while longer. You lose track of time, minutes maybe even hours go by. Suddenly, there's a crash not far from the door. You jump and stand up, no longer comfortable after being startled. "What in the name of Mother Miranda?!", you leave the room and look down the hallway. The new maid stood there with a terrified look on her face. In front of her was one of the paintings Alcina had on her walls, now with a broken frame and a hole punctured. Your blood began to boil. It was a painting of you, her, and the girls all together. It was your favorite. "How in the hell did you manage to do that?!", you begin to stomp towards her. She cowers and struggles to find her words. "I-I-I was just dusting! It fell and I-I didn't mean t-", you cut her off. "How the fuck did you knock such a large painting over just by dusting?! DO YOU THINK YOU'RE ALLOWED TO MAKE SUCH STUPID MISTAKES HERE?!", you unravel. "I-I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!", she almost begins to weep. "SORRY ISN'T GONNA SAVE YOUR ASS!"
"MISS DIMITRESCU PLEASE HELP!", she cries out. You freeze, realizing that the lady herself is right behind you. You turn to face her. Her eyes are wide with shock. She has never seen you like this before and never even knew you had this type of side to you. She was impressed as much as she was terrified. "(Y/N)? Are you alright my love?" She had no idea what to do as your seething slowed down. "Why don't you go back to the room, yes? Settle down a little and deal with her later.", she places a hand on your back helps walk with you back to the room. Once you're there, she bends down to whisper in your ear. "I don't know where this side of you has been this whole time, but I am so amazed by you. And also a little frightened."
Donna
The Beneviento house was usually a calm place despite its creepy aura. You and Donna are both quiet and chill people. Never once have you fought or even raised your voices at each other. It was pleasant.
You had planned a nice dinner for the both of you. You wanted to try out a new recipe and surprise her, so you made your way to the kitchen to get started. "Okay, what first? I guess I'll need a pot.", you go rummaging through the kitchen and you find the pots stacked within each other inside one of the top cabinets. You groan and stand up on your toes, grazing the pots with your fingers. It didn't take much to cause them to tumble down, crashing on top of you with a loud sound that followed. "Aw shit.", you sighed and picked up the knocked over pots. A small but annoying pain began to throb in your head from where it made contact with a pot. What you didn't notice was you forgot to pick one of the pots up. It remained unnoticed. "It's fine.", you say to yourself as you maintain your composure. Next, a cutting board and knife. You turn around and begin to walk forward to find the cutting board, but you slam your toe into counter. You wince in pain and grab your foot. "SON OF A BITCH!", you yell.
You calm yourself, still wanting to have a pleasant meal with Donna. "Alright. Everything's fine." You step forward and kick the pot that you had forgotten to pick up. It caused your freshly kicked toe to ache even more. "OH COME ON! GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!", you scream and swear as you throw your arms up in pure rage and shock.
"...(Y/N)?", a gentle voice whispered from the doorway, causing you to whip your head in that direction. It was Donna. She looked absolutely horrified and almost looked like she could cry. "Is.. is everything... are you alright?", she worried. "Yes. I'm sorry. Just got a little pissed off.", you took a deep breath to calm yourself down, feeling bad for scaring the poor girl.
Moreau
You were sitting on the dock together, looking into the water as your feet swung back and forth above it. It was a sunny day and you two decided to spend it outside. Your hand slowly made its way over to his. His feet stopped swinging for a second as you entangled your fingers. "I don't know what I'd do without you, (Y/N)." his words were bitter sweet as a gentle smile formed from his lips. "Oh, Sal. You don't have to think like that. I'll always be here for you.", you kiss his cheek and continue to relax as you sway your legs.
"There it is! There's the beast!", a voice yelled from not so far away. You both look in the direction of the voice and see a few young village boys. Possibly between the ages of 13 and 16. Moreau had become some what of a scary story for the villagers. A tale that kids spread on school court yard and bring up during dares. But, you've never seen a kid brave enough to actually make it far enough into the reservoir to actually see Moreau. Now, there were about 3. All of them stood and pointed, shocked and terrified.
"Hey beast! Come get me!", one kid teases. You glare at the kids as a newfound rage begins to boil inside you. "Let's go back inside.", Moreau says before standing up from the doc. The sadness in his voice was heartbreaking. Suddenly, one of the children gathers the guts to pick up a rock and throw it as hard as he could. His aim was off, but not by much. It slammed into the wood near Moreau's feet, startling him. "Take that you devil!", he laughs. "THAT'S IT YOU LITTLE SHIT!", you begin sprinting in the direction of the immature brats. Two of them run from the direction they came from while the one who threw the rock was frozen in fear. You took the opportunity to grab him by the collar of his shirt. "Listen here you little waste of space. I'm gonna give you 3 seconds to turn around and run for your goddamn life. If you or any of your little snot-nosed friends come around here again, they'll be goddamn fish food. Do you understand?" The kid was too scared to speak and instead began to nod rapidly. You let him go and watched as he ran as fast as he could, screaming the whole way.
You walk back to the shack and find Moreau standing in the same place he was when you took off. His mouth was agape and he looked almost as scared as the kids. "You alright Sal? I made sure those little shits won't be coming around here anymore." "Yeah... I didn't know you could be so... scary", he says. "I'm sorry. But those kids were being cruel. I had to do something.", you say. "Well... it was awesome!", he smiled. "But also very scary!" You laugh which helps sooth him a little.
Heisenberg
"Screw driver.", is all Karl said with an outstretched palm. He was working on some type of mechanical heart for his experiments. He wanted you to lend a "helping hand" even though he could easily do it all by himself. He did this because he wanted to be around you, he was just too stubborn with too big of an ego to simply say it. So here you were, handing him every little tool he asks for.
"Do you want the big one or the little one?", you say with a hint of boredom in your tone. "Aw c'mon don't sound like that! Isn't this exciting? It's like you're working on it with me! Also, hand me the big one.", you do as he says and hand him the big screw driver. "I just don't get it. You literally have powers. You can easily do this by yourself and have been for so long. Why do you need me to help?" He pauses for a second and looks over towards you, his brow slightly furrowed. "I don't NEED you to help. I just thought it would be nice for you to help out. Plus, you're the one always bitching about me constantly working. Well, here you are! Helping me work! So, either suck it up or you can leave." His harshness had no real ill will in it. He was just confused and a bit too ignorant to consider his words. But, he was testing your patience. He continued to use the screwdriver until handing it to you without saying a word.
"Hand me a screw.", he demanded with his hand facing palm up again. "Which size?" "They're all the same sizes, dumbass." You feel your blood begin to boil. "They're different fucking sizes! This one is smaller than this one!", you hold up two screws that are obviously different sizes. This makes Karl angry. Not because you were right, but because you seemed upset over something that seemed so insignificant.
"If you came here just to yap in my ear, then I don't think I need your assistance.", he huffed. You put the selection of tools and supplies he was making you hold on the table he is working on and ball your fists. "You're the one who told me to do this in the first place!", you yell. "Yeah, because you won't stop bitching! Non-stop you're always compla-" you cut him off before he can finish. "SHUT UP!", you yell. The room goes silent. "YOU SAY I'M BITCHING? HAVE YOU HEARD YOURSELF? JESUS FUCKING CHRIST KARL YOU BITCH AND MOAN ALL THE TIME! I'M DONE TAKING SHIT FROM YOU!" He wanted to be angry, but he couldn't. He felt something much more overwhelming. Was he.. intimidated? He didn't move from his seat. All he could do was look up at you with a confused expression. What now? What is there to do? If he pushes you further, what would happen? He was actually too scared to find out.
You take a deep breath to calm down before speaking. "Now, if you want me to help with your shit, I'll stay as long as you keep your mouth shut. Can you possibly manage to do that?" He gulps nervously. "Yes ma'am."
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A Direct Order (18+) || A. Hotch x Fem!Reader
Hello my loves! I hope those of you that had a long weekend were able to enjoy it :). Combining two similar requests for this one!
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from @all-hallows-reid (which has maybe deactivated?? I can’t find u bestie): How about fem!reader secretly dating Aaron (with a twelve year age gap). She takes a stupid risk and almost gets hurt. Suffice it to say he’s not happy, and punishes her accordingly on the jet or when they get home.
and from @mrandmrshotchner: Disobeying a direct order and Hotch punishing reader for it
I hope you both love this one!!
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Sir kink, spanking, praise kink, degradation kink, penetrative sex.
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“I see the girl,” you whispered into your comms device from the back row of pews at a church in Mittburn, Iowa, nearly 200 miles away from where this child abduction case had started. “He’s concealing a hand behind her, could be a weapon,” you relayed to the team. The church was mostly empty, the service having ended. A few parishioners and the priest were still milling around, and your unsub, Phillip Rishi, was leading seven-year-old Abigail Torres to the altar.
“Agent, do not engage-- Rishi is devolving and we don’t know what he’ll do. Wait for backup.” You heard Hotch, although you wished you hadn’t.
Technically, you wouldn’t be breaking a rule if you got up and followed Rishi a little more closely-- and Aaron didn’t have eyes on you, anyways. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. So you slipped out of the pew, kept your head facing mournfully towards the ground, and knelt at the altar, Rishi and the girl to your left. He still had her in front of him, concealing her with his body-- so you couldn’t get a good look at her, to make sure she was okay. You made a half-assed attempt at praying, hoping you were fooling the people around you when you tilted your head at a flash of light-- Rishi had a knife, was tracing the planes of the young girl’s cheekbones, and she was crying.
You gasped, quickly diving across the altar and forcing Rishi off of Abigail. He thrashed as Abigail screamed and ran into the arms of the priest. You wrestled Rishi to the ground, pulling the knife out of his hand and tossing it out of his reach before cuffing him and reading him his Miranda rights.
As you stood back up, you turned around and noticed Hotch bursting through the door, his face making it perfectly clear that he had heard everything that had gone down through his comms. Oh, man. You were totally fucked.
Aaron asks if you’re okay, which you are, and then the two of you don’t speak. You don’t speak on the jet ride home, you don’t speak as you drive the FBI SUVs back to Quantico, and you don’t speak at the office before you leave for the night.
You last for all of an hour after leaving the office before you can’t take it anymore. You throw your go bag in your car and take off towards Aaron’s place, walking up to his door and knocking before you can talk yourself out of it. He looks surprised to see you, but doesn’t ask you to leave, which you take as a win.
“I’m here for my punishment,” you tell him as you slip past him into the apartment, and he rolls his eyes-- not his typical, “my young, playful, sexy girlfriend is driving me crazy” eye roll, but a genuinely disdainful “this young girl is too much to handle” kind of an eye roll. A pang of something you don’t recognize flashes in your chest-- guilt? Betrayal? You push it aside-- that wasn’t what you came here to do. “We’re not the couple that doesn’t talk. If you want to yell, you can yell, but we don’t shut each other out. That’s not us. So go ahead and get it out so we can move past it,” you attempt to sound cool and aloof, even if you are feeling a little vulnerable and desperate.
“You disobeyed a direct order,” Hotch says.
“I did,” you agreed.
“What, and you don’t even have an issue with it?” He asks you, his tone harsh.
“He had a weapon, Hotch. And it was drawn on a little girl. What was I supposed to do?” You shot back.
“You were supposed to wait for backup. We hadn’t profiled that he would hurt her,” he tells you, the strain of contained rage in his tone.
“Is that a chance you would have taken? Is it a chance you would have wanted someone to take if it was your son?”
“It’s not a chance I would have taken-- but I can’t take chances with you, either,” he admits, and his confession hangs in the air for a moment. You realize this is his way of telling you how much he cares about you-- walls too high to be truly vulnerable, he has to shroud his disclosure in an argument. “You could have been hurt,” he tells you.
“I could have,” you agreed. “But I’m here, with you, and I’m okay,” you remind him, stepping closer to him, taking his hands in your own to ground him, remind him that everything had turned out okay this time.
It takes a beat, but Aaron responds in kind, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer, and crushing his lips to yours in a searing kiss. You smile into the kiss, letting Aaron lead you backwards towards his bedroom as you wind your fingers in his hair, letting your forearms rest on his shoulders.
“Were you serious about your punishment?” Aaron asks, his voice somewhere between a whisper and a growl, and you smile.
“Yes, sir.”
You can feel the air shift in an instant, as Aaron sits at the edge of his bed. “Come on, then. Over my knee,” he tells you impatiently, and you feel a rush of warmth in your core as you move to comply. He stops you. “Pants off. Panties too,” he tells you, and you strip from the waist down before climbing across his lap. He lays his hand against your ass and you feel goosebumps form against his tender touch.
“I think five is fair-- do you think five is fair, angel?” He asks, pulling your head up by the hair so you can look him in the eye.
“Yes sir,” you agree-- he always asked before engaging in any sort of impact play, never wanted to give you more than you could handle, and you appreciated it-- even if five did seem like it would be a walk in the park.
He lands a swift spank against your bare ass cheek and you feel it flood your center almost immediately. “One. Thank you for my spanking, Sir,” you let out almost as if it were a reflex.
“Good girl,” he encourages you, rubbing at the tender flesh before his hand comes down against the opposite cheek.
“Two, thank you for punishing me, Sir.”
“You’re welcome, angel. Just a few more,” he encourages you, his sweet words a direct contrast to the sharp pain of his hand coming back down against you.
“Three, thank you Sir.”
“You belong to me, kitten. I need you to take good care of what’s mine, that’s all,” he reminds you with another spank.
“Four, thank you Sir. Thank you for taking good care of what’s yours,” you affirm, and he delivers your last spank.
“Five, thank you Sir,” you breathed out as your hips rocked, incredibly turned on before he had even truly touched you.
Aaron wrapped his arms around you, moving to hold you close for a moment. “There, sweet girl. I need you to help me to take good care of you-- you are very special. It’s my job to make sure nothing happens to you, but I need your help, okay?”
“Yes, sir,” you tell him, reaching out to hold his face in your hands.
“Good. Color?”
“Green, sir.”
He nods, permission granted to continue, shifting to help you off his lap and onto the bed. “Ass up, slut,” he commands gruffly, and by now you’re certain that you’re dripping down your thighs. You’d find out soon enough, you supposed, as you leaned onto your elbows and knees, raising yourself into a kneeling position, legs spread for Aaron. You heard, rather than saw, Aaron disrobing, which only added to your arousal.
You feel the mattress dip as Aaron pulls himself up behind you.
“Oh angel, you’re dripping. Nasty whore,” he smirks, sticking one finger inside of you, but withdrawing it immediately when you rolled against him. “Ah, ah.” he warns you. “Don’t try that again.”
So you hold still, as he pumps one and then two fingers in and out of you. You moan, cry out, beg for more-- but you don’t move.
“Sir, please,” you pant.
“You can move, sweet girl,” he grants you permission, and you start rocking your hips into his fingers immediately, wantonly, letting out a moan that makes Aaron’s cock twitch painfully. You shift your weight onto one elbow, moving one hand towards your center, which Aaron bats out of the way, slapping your swollen clit.
“Fuck!” you cry out.
“I said you could move. I didn’t say anything about touching, slut. Don’t make me tie you up, too.” He warns you.
Half of you hoped that he would, but you were already desperate to cum and you didn’t know how much more you could take. You doubled down on your thrusts into Aaron’s hand, whimpering and panting the whole way. Just as you were about to topple over the edge, Aaron pulled his hand out of you, and you whimpered.
“Sir,” you said weakly. You hadn’t been expecting that, and you wanted to cum so bad you thought you might cry.
“Ah ah. What do you say?” He asks.
“Thank you. Thank you for edging me, Sir,” you panted out, still coming down from your near-miss.
“That’s my good little whore,” he cooed out. “I want you to ask permission tonight, angel. Color?”
“Green, sir.” You affirmed. “I won’t cum until you give me permission.
“Good, angel, good,” he said, lazily rubbing at your clit, and you whimpered. You’d never come like this, but you’d get increasingly more frustrated. “And why do you need to wait for permission?’
“Because I’m Sir’s dirty little whore,” you moaned out, the words turning you on even more as you attempted to grind down on Aaron’s hand.
“That’s right, good girl,” he said, stepping away from you. “All fours, my love,” he tells you, and you roll up to your knees and elbows. You hear a foil wrapper tear, and without warning Aaron is stretching you. It feels delicious, makes you heady, and you cry out as he starts thrusting in and out of you.
“You make me feel so good, sweet girl. You’re such a good girl, taking me so well and making such pretty noises. Do I make you feel good?”
“Yes sir, you make me feel so good,” you affirm, the words coming out in a shaky breath. After a few moments, you feel the coil begin to wind up inside of you.
“Sir, may I please cum?” You ask.
“No, not yet.” He answers simply, like you’d asked him if it had started to rain, or if dinner was ready.
“Please, sir. Please, please let me cum,” you begged.
“Not. Yet,” he affirmed, leaning forward to paw at your clit, which caused you to cry out. “Are you going to thank me?” Aaron asks, but you’re too overwhelmed to understand the question. “Are you going to thank me when I make you come?” He asks.
“Yes, sir, please please make me come.”
“Go ahead, angel,” he tells you, and the rubber band snaps.
“Thank you sir, thank you, thank you, thank you,” you scream as you buck against him. He guides you through your orgasm, gently brings you back to reality once the pleasure has subsided, holding you gently and whispering words of encouragement in your ear.
“I have to clean you up, sweet girl. Is it okay if I get up, or do you need me to stay here a little while longer? It’s okay if you do. You did such an amazing job,” he assures you, and you nod.
“I’m okay, hon. Bring back water, please? And maybe some fruit snacks.”
He rolls his eyes at you, again, but it’s the endearing kind again, and you smile. The two of you would be okay.
After he cleans you up, you head to the bathroom to get ready for bed, and snuggle back into his arms as soon as you're back in bed.
“I was so scared, and I still had to be your boss, first, and I hate that,” Aaron tells you.
“I’m sorry, darling,” you tell him, shifting so that you’re facing him. “It’s something we should talk about-- me transferring.”
“That’s not what I meant. You’re not changing your career path for me,” he is quick to correct you.
“What did you mean, then?” You asked. Surely he wasn’t thinking of stepping down?
“Well, I was hoping… that you might want to tell the team about us? I don’t want to rush you, so if it’s a no, that’s fine and I won’t bring it up again. I understand the professional risks are--” you cut him off with a kiss.
“I only suggested it because I thought you wouldn’t want people to know.” You tell him.
“Why wouldn’t I want the team to know how much I love you?” He asks, and you smile. Yeah, the two of you would be okay.
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This Woman's Work VIII (An Alcina x Female Reader Fanfic)
Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part IX
You allow yourself a moment. Just one. But then you feel anger and hatred for Mother Miranda swirl within your chest. How dare she. How dare she take your child.
You don’t even bother to put on your slippers. You just head out the door of your bedroom. You almost make it to the front door when you hear Cassandra call, “Maman?”
Damn. You were so close, too.
Cassandra walks over to you with a suspicious look on her face. “Where are you going so late at night?”
You might as well tell her the truth. You explain to her what happened and by the end of the explanation, Cassandra looks as livid as you feel. “That bitch..” she hissed. “I’ve always hated the pull she has over Mother. When I am through with her, she’ll wish she had never crossed House Dimitrescu.”
“Cassandra, I need you to stay here.”
“Maman-”
“Please, Cassandra dearest. Listen to me. We haven’t much time.” You gently lay a hand on Cassandra’s cheek. “The more time we spend arguing, the further Mother Miranda and your sister get away from us. I’m going to get help from Heisenberg. You stay here and figure out a way to wake your Mother up.”
Cassandra looks like she wants to argue more but in the end she relents. “Fine, Maman. But you better come back.”
“I will.” Then Cassandra surprises you by giving you a big hug. Out of all your daughters, Cassandra had taken the most time to warm up to you and she was never the most physically affectionate person. You can’t help but be moved as Cassandra holds you close.
Cassandra finally lets go and you give her a weak smile as you turn to the castle door and head out. She materializes into her bug form to warn her other sisters.
However, you had been lying to her. You weren’t going to see Heisenberg. You were going to confront Mother Miranda herself.
Suddenly a memory comes unbidden to you. Something about resurrecting Eva and a ceremonial site..
Blood roars in your ears as it finally dawns on you what Miranda has been planning all along.
“Fffffffuck.”
You don’t think. You just run. You are just in your dressing gown and it is the dead of winter but you don’t care, even as the impact of the cold snow on your feet sends shivers up your spine. Cracks from the cobblestones cut open your feet and as you run you leave a trail of blood as you run pell-mell through the village to the ceremonial site.
Once you finally arrive, the soles of your feet are a bloody mess and your swollen breasts are burning from not being able to feed your baby. You step inside the ceremonial grounds and you see Mother Miranda sitting next to what looks like a sacrificial altar. Ecaterina is suckling contentedly at her breast.
Mother Miranda looks up and a smile blossoms across her features. It would have been breathtaking if you didn’t notice the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Y/N! I was worried you wouldn’t make it! Please come in!”
You step inside. You have so many things you want to say to her but the words die in your throat. You just make strangled sounds.
Mother Miranda ignores this and turns back to Ecaterina. She is practically glowing as she places a small kiss on Ecaterina’s forehead. “Isn’t she just perfect? My daughter. My Eva.”
Ecaterina removes her head from Mother Miranda’s breast and coos. At the sound of your daughter’s voice, you feel a painful twinge as your breasts start leaking milk. You try to school your features in a smile that you know looks ghastly. “Mother Miranda? May I have my daughter back? Please?”
Mother Miranda gives you a pitying look. “Oh, you poor girl,” she says, her voice dripping with condescension. “Are you still operating under the illusion that this child is yours?”
Mother Miranda gently sets Ecaterina down on the altar. Every fiber of your being is screaming to run and get your child, but you know Mother Miranda is unhinged. You have no idea how she will react and she could very well hurt Ecaterina in the process. You can’t risk that.
“Oh, you brought her into the world, of course,” Mother Miranda continues making her way to you. A beam of moonlight casts a lurid gleam on Mother Miranda’s headress. “And for that I will always be grateful. But she simply doesn’t belong to you.”
Mother Miranda stops in front of you. She suddenly catches her face in between her hands, the claws from her gauntlets digging painfully into your cheeks. “Don’t get conceited, you little bitch,” she hisses. “An outsider like you has no place within this family. The Four Lords and I have a bond between us you can’t even fathom. Especially Alcina.” She gives you a wicked grin.
You wish you didn’t give her the satisfaction as the mere mention of your wife’s name makes you inhale sharply.
“Come now, Y/N,” Mother Miranda says. “You can’t possibly think that Alcina loves you, do you? Not in the way she loves me of course.”
You can hardly breathe as Mother Miranda runs her fingers down your cheek, leaving deep gouges in her wake. “Poor Y/N. Not even realizing that you’re just a placeholder. Alcina’s devotion will always first and foremost belong to me.”
You finally manage to speak as you give Mother Miranda a look of pure loathing. No need to hide it now. “Then why did you drug her, you cowardly bitch?”
“Well, I knew she’d be upset after she knew I killed you and took your daughter, but I think eventually she would see reason and that it was for the good of the family.” Mother Miranda’s features twist in a maniacal grin. “Tell me, has she ever called out my name while she’s fucking you?”
“That is quite enough, Mother Miranda.”
You whirl around and see your wife. Her beautiful face is a mask of rage as she advances further into the room. “How dare you? How dare you take my daughter and threaten my wife?! After all my years of service to you?? After everything I have given up for you?!”
“Oh Alcina, don’t be so melodramatic,” Mother Miranda says with a bored expression. “Besides, is that any way to talk to your mother, my favorite?”
Something seems to snap in Alcina. She stands immobile like a statue and there is a glazed look in her eyes.
Mother Miranda holds out her arms. “Come to Mother,” she croons.
Alcina walks over to Mother Miranda’s side. You feel bile rise up in your throat as you see Alcina take Mother Miranda in a passionate embrace. Alcina’s lips move over Mother Miranda’s hungrily and Mother Miranda smiles against them, chuckling humorlessly.
Alcina this is wrong, you scream silently in your mind. You know it’s wrong!
Finally, mercifully, the two break apart. Alcina’s lipstick is smeared all over Mother Miranda’s mouth and it looks like blood. “Alcina, dearest?” Mother Miranda asks loftily.
“Yes, Mother Miranda?” Your heart breaks at the love and devotion shining in Alcina’s eyes as she gazes down at Mother Miranda.
Mother Miranda waves a lazy hand in your direction. “Dispose of her, would you?”
Alcina turns around to face you. “Alcina?” you whisper as she advances towards you. You see no recognition in her golden eyes as she unsheathes her claws. Before you can say another word, she has rammed her claws into your side. She pulls back her claws as you fall to the ground. Blood is already spreading in a thick puddle around you on the floor.
“Good girl,” Mother Miranda praises.”You’ve made Mother very happy.”
Alcina finally seems to come back to herself. She looks over at your still figure and turns to Mother Miranda in horror. “What did you make me do?” she whispers. When Mother Miranda doesn’t answer, she stalks over to her and shakes her violently. “What did you make me DO?” Ecaterina begins to cry.
“What needed to be done,” Mother Miranda replies with no inflection. She gives Alcina a gentle smile and wipes the tears running down Alcina’s face. “Besides, that girl was standing in the way of our happiness. You know I’ve always loved you best.”
Alcina’s breath hitches in a sob. “I know, but-”
Mother Miranda pulls Alcina close in a hug. “Shhh. She was only temporary, Alcina. We are forever. Besides, with her gone we can finally raise Eva together. Would you like that?”
Alcina nods her head slowly. “Y-yes.”
Mother Miranda holds out her hand to Alcina. “All you need to do is take my hand and we can start a new life together.”
Alcina reaches out and takes Mother Miranda’s hand. With her other hand she rams all five feet of her claws through Mother Miranda’s heart.
Mother Miranda coughs up blood and gives Alcina a look of pure shock. “Alcina- I don’t understand- Why-”
Alcina pulls Mother Miranda closer and Mother Miranda gives out a yelp of pain as Alcina’s claws dig further through Mother Miranda’s back. “I don’t want to see you anywhere near my family again,” Alcina says in a low voice. “Do you understand me?”
“You can’t do this to me!” Mother Miranda shrieks. “I’m your mother!”
“You’re no mother of mine,” Alcina replies flatly. She swipes her claws from Mother Miranda, severing her torso from her midsection.
Alcina watches the light fade from Miranda’s eyes and then she rushes over where you are lying on the floor. Blood is flowing freely from the wound in your side. Alcina tears off strips from her dress sleeves to help staunch the blood flow but there is simply too much. Rags of her dress begin to pile up covered in your blood.
“Alcina? Jesus, what happened here?” Heisenberg walks into the ceremonial chamber and when he sees Alcina holding your still form he rushes over.
Mascara is running down Alcina’s cheeks. “Karl, I can’t get the blood to stop,” she sobs.
“We’ll get help. Where’s the little rugrat?”
Alcina points to the altar and aside from a little blood spatter from you or Miranda (it’s hard to tell), the baby is otherwise fine.
Your eyes flutter open suddenly. “Alcina?” you say sluggishly. “Why are you crying?”
“Oh, my dearest darling,” Alcina’ voice breaks as she takes your hand and holds it to her cheek. “What have I done to you?”
Heisenberg returns with the baby in tow. “Alcina we have to go. Now.”
“Karl?” You look over at Heisenberg as Alcina gathers you up into her arms. Your eyelids begin to flutter closed. “I’m so sleepy…”
“No, no, honey, don’t close your eyes just yet,” Karl pats your cheek affectionately. “We’re going to get you some help. Just hold on till then, ok?”
“‘Kay,” you say as you fall into a deep sleep in your wife’s arms.
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Request : Hi, I love and enjoy reading what you write thus I want to pose a request that the Dimitrescu Family with a powerful blood magic S/O who can control people's blood (u know, similar to Skarlet from MK)
Blood Magic, it's one of the powers that I want to experiment with, in terms of writing.
Also, the knowledge/information I have about this is because of Avatar (I haven't played Mortal Kombat in a long time, forgive my broke self.)
I also accidentally deleted the request so it's like this.
I'm really sorry. I hope you enjoy it!
Alcina Dimitrescu / Lady Dimitrescu
As a magician, you were pretty powerful, as a Mage of Blood Magik, though, you were undefeatable.
When you came into the village, the weird parasites in almost everyone's body bothered the fuck outta you. Because why the fuck??
It was just sitting there and eating there soul?? You knew the consequences on messing around with Parasites like those so you wanted to leave immediately but you stopped when you saw Alcina.
This very tall lady who towers over you just stopped the world but then you just realized that you were actually the only one who stopped moving. You quickly turned away but felt it. You turn to her again and see the parasite. It was so deep within her.
"Fuck." You cursed under your breath but then you feel it. Not connected to blood but the energy and mana itself.
"Fucking hell." You use your magic to peek into the Megamycete and grimace.
"Fucking shit." As if third time's the charm, Alcina hears your cursing and looks at you. You clenched your fist and was just glaring on the ground?? What a weirdo.
"Mother, is something wrong?" Bela asks, as she was the one who accompanied Alcina for her little stroll around the village.
"No. Just that woman." You feel eyes on you so you look up to see Alcina staring at you. You huff then turn away.
Being a magician, you aren't actually a people person, you've always hated it when people knew what you were.
Your foes were the only ones who ever actually knew that you practiced Blood Magik... not that they lived to actually tell anyone else.
You try to leave, you really did but all those people. That giant woman, all of it just-
"Leaves a bad taste in my mouth, nothing else." You turn back, trying to excuse your good nature.
You spend days trying different scrying spells, revelation spells and cure spells to see if any would work on the Megamycete and who the fuck is actually using it.
"That fucking bitch." Not only have you seen Alcina's, the villager's and the other lord's memories but Mother Miranda herself. "She wants a daughter? All this for a fucking hell-spawn?" You never did like children yourself, they were too innocent, too goddamn corruptible and too gullible.
You sigh and make your decision. She wants a daughter? You'll give her a daughter. You put on your mask and get your potions.
You'll cure this village of those fucking parasites and diseases or you'll die trying. Most probably cure them.
It took literally a whole day just to get the goddamn parasites of the villagers and Karl, who was the only one of the four lords who volunteered when he heard what you were doing.
The next was Donna, who cried when you actually gave Angie a body. Then Salvatore was next, when you promised to be his friend.
Alcina was the hardest. She thought that if she accepted then her daughters would die and disappear. But you assured her and even showed her that you wouldn't let that happen. She was amazed by the other lords. Donna isn't sporting her scar and Angie is actually alive and in a real body. Karl doesn't have his powers anymore but his intellect is still intact and Salvatore was just beaming.
"How did you-?" You chuckle.
"Blood Magik. It's something that only some practice and even fewer get the hang of. And me?" You ask as the air suddenly gets heavier and everything quiets down as you let out your mana. "I'm the Master of it." Everyone looks at you when just as fast as it came, the tension was gone. You hold out your hand to Alcina. "So would you trust me?" She accepts and cries in relief when she hugs Bela, Cassandra and Daniela in their normal bodies.
Meanwhile, you grimace in silence as your organs will take some time recovering their usual functions... what? Blood Magik needs sacrifices and you would rather do it yourself than exploit other people.
And then lastly, Mother Miranda. You were actually afraid that she would try to fight you and you, with your organs all fucked up and your only weapons are basically your potions, were nervous. But she accepted and as you hand over Eva safely to Mother Miranda, you pass out and everyone panics.
Karl was absolutely fucking scared shitless and befuddled by your physical condition?? How in hell are you even alive?
You wake up three days later and Karl just gave up on trying.
You laugh at him and wheeze.
"I"m basically kind of an immortal too." He just sighs.
The next few weeks were spent inside the Dimitrescu Castle because that was the most comfortable house. The Beneviento House would be good too but Karl just felt that you would like it more in the Dimitrescu Castle. You agree.
As you spend more time with Alcina, you both just slowly but surely fall for each other.
Bela Dimitrescu
Hunting made easier. Brought to her by you and your Blood Magik.
With just one goddamn snap of your fingers and bam, a barrel is full.
This makes spending time with each other, a lot easier and longer.
She would listen to you tell your stories and you love it when she gets excited about books and such.
One day, you finally learn how to create a human body. There was a lot of things to do and spells to practice but you were determined.
And you finally achieved it. It took long enough but then you sensed it.
Mother Miranda stole a baby from a caravan??
"What in hell is happening?" You mumble as you gaze at the village. Then there it was, and it hurt the fuck out of your mana when the people turned into monsters.
"What the fuck!? Shit!" You curse as you feel the megamycete mutate. "Oh hell no!" You shout and use your magik to locate the shit.
"Die, asswipe!" You completely destroy it without batting an eye and you can hear Mother Miranda's shouts of agony.
You pant as you can finally feel the mana in the air be lighter. You go to the castle and as expected, everyone is in a bad shape.
It took months but you got them all back to normal, even most of the villagers.
Bela kept crying as you hug her, finally together with her.
Cassandra Dimitrescu
You met Cassandra while you were surrounded by Karl's werewolves. Dead werewolves. You were slightly out of breath and then your eyes met.
Ethan was about to chase her but you stopped him because she was the same as them.
"Why'd you stop me then?" You shrug at your brother who glares at you.
"We should just get Rose back and not kill anyone anymore." Ethan raises an eyebrow at you.
"What? You literally just killed like a hundred of these werewolves." You use your magik to get the blood off yourself.
"They attacked. I only countered." Ethan sighs as you just walk away. He follows you and as you get to the castle. You can instantly feel their energy.
"What the fuck? They're made of it?" You mumble to yourself. And just as Bela was about to push you and Ethan down, you counter her and made sure to not let her flies disperse.
'Shit. This is hard.' You think to yourself as you dodge both Cassandra and Daniela attacking you.
"Y/N?"
"Rose is in that direction. Just wait for me there." Ethan nods and quickly goes the way you pointed. You use your magik and they all freeze. "You guys are so troublesome." You sigh. "But then again, I suppose all good things are." You use your magik again and locate Alcina.
You made a deal with the Dimitrescu Head. In exchange for normal bodies, she'll have to let you, Ethan and Rose's part go. Ethan's outburst when he realized what they did to his daughter didn't help but you used that.
"You know I'm powerful, right? Trust me, you don't want to test my brother."
You leave the Castle with Ethan, unharmed but with a deal made.
It was the same with the other three houses and before you knew it, your niece was restored and you had to make eight people back to normal... It was hard but when you wake up, feeling groggy and disoriented with all of those people and your family, you think to yourself that it was all worth it.
You rebuild the village with all of them and actually get closer with Cassandra. She admires your magik and you admire her art.
Before you even knew it, you had fallen for her and even though she hasn't realized it yet, she has fallen for you too.
Daniela Dimitrescu
Being a powerful magician meant most of the world are after you.
That was how you found the village. It was isolated and so it was perfect for you.
As you were strolling along the village, late into the night, when everyone is asleep, you feel a somewhat murderous intent and you smile to yourself. Either you were too careless or someone was really good at hiding their intent.
When something was about to hit you, you quickly activated your magik but flinched when it didn't affect them, so you quickly turned and jumped back.
The person who attacked you was surprised as well that you could react like that.
"What? You dodged??" You sigh.
"I dodged because you were trying to kill me! Who are you?" Daniela smiles at you.
"Daniela Dimitrescu, I live in that castle. And you?" Why did this woman?? can you even call her that suddenly- You sigh.
"I'm Y/N... and something is really wrong with this village of yours."
"What?"
Before you and Daniela even knew it, you were both knee-deep in everything, you even saw the Megamycete together.
And call Daniela, good-natured because by then, she wanted to stop Mother Miranda and help everyone. So help you did.
You just couldn't say no to her, could you?
By the time, everything was over, you were already half-dead and Daniela finally realized she was in love with you.
It was a good thing that you have potions.
A/N:
I'm sorry that I have been gone for weeks now. College started then something happened that made me not want to write at all.
But I'm back, although I may be a bit slow.
I'm so sorry. I also closed off my requests since I'll be focusing on college and completing the Loving You sequel which is 70% done by now.
Comments and thoughts are always welcome!
Thank you for reading!
If you can, please buy me a coffee.
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forget me not
spencer reid x reader
Request: No
Word Count: 3.5k
Warnings: Kidnapping, torture, drowning, murder, drug mention, etc
Summary: You and Spencer don't realize you love each other until it's almost too late
Author's Note: First thing in like fucking forever, so yeah. This was originally a request and then I was at school and I couldn't look at my request so it was way off script, so I just did my own shit, this also takes place in the 5th season, in the middle just after hayley dies.
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"The unsub is a white male between the ages of 35-45. His modus operandi is drowning in the great lakes, he's already struck Superior, Michigan, Ontario, and Huron, so we expect Lake Erie to be next." Hotch says, glancing at his phone every minute or so. It's his third case back since Hayley died, and he's picked up a habit of waiting to hear bad news.
"This unsub has recently developed a hallucinative disorder where every face he sees has an emotional connection. There were no discernable connections between his victims which leads us to believe that his mind is filling in the gaps at random." Reid says, gesturing abstractly at nothing at all in particular.
"This disorder was likely triggered by a recent brain injury connected to the Great Lakes so keep a lookout for any recent accident victims. He was very social until the accident, and after it he immediately became anti-social. He was probably in a relationship recently, but then broke it off, he is not married, but possibly has children, which he will not shy away from using in a hostage situation." Morgan exclaims as he leans against a desk.
"His victims are all over the place, so we advise everyone to be on high alert. There is no pattern to the murders, from a 51-year-old single mother of two to a 14-year-old on vacation." You pause and take a breath, looking back down at your notes. "Someone out there knows this man, so we implore you to tell as many people as possible, our Media Liaison Jennifer Jareau will be setting up a press conference, and it is very important to get this out to as many people as possible."
"Won't that just spook him more?" One of the sheriff's deputy says, with a concerned look on his face.
"Yes, but at this point, he will kill again no matter what, it's better to have the public be informed because he will take another victim, whether we find him during or after is up to us."
He nods, and looks down at his notepad, badly masking his disturbed grimace.
"Thank you and let us know if you have any leads," Hotch exclaims, closing the meeting.
You walk up to Spencer "I bet we're their favorite people right about now." You say, sipping on your coffee.
Reid avoids your eyes and continues to fidget with the chess piece that he probably stole from one of the officer's desks. "What's wrong Reid?"
"I dunno, I just have a really bad feeling about this one," He picks up his cane and walks away. When Spencer has enough he needs to walk away, and as long as he wasn't hurt that was fine with you.
"Reid, y/l/n, Garcia's got something." Morgan raps his knuckles on the doorway and calls you into a conference room. "Hey babygirl, what do ya got for us?" He exclaims, shifting the call to speakerphone.
"A luscious blonde mane and an intense yearning to hold you." Emily giggles a little bit and Garcia can probably feel Hotch's glare "oh come on Derek."
"Sorry baby, keep goin'."
"I have a name. One Larry Todd. 3 weeks ago he was in a boat accident in which he had a severe concussion and was unconscious for 3 days. He immediately broke up with his girlfriend Shelby, which she was very angry about, adieu to her Facebook page. His ex-wife reported that he missed his last two visitations with his daughter Amelia." She takes a pause "he owned a bait shop that's been closed since his boat was destroyed in the accident, and it's listed as his last residency.
"Fits our profile to a tee," Emily exclaims.
"Thanks, Garcia," Hotch says, hanging up the phone call. "Emily, JJ is in the conference so run out and let her know. Morgan and Rossi, go to the bait shop with SWAT, and Reid and y/l/n go to the ex-wife's house; Emily and I will stay here and see what else we can dig up."
Everyone goes their separate ways. The sheriff takes the driver's seat, with you in the shotgun seat and Spencer in the back. You can hear the clang his leg makes against his cane and his foot bouncing.
"I'll take the daughter, and you can have the ex-wife."
"Okay," responds Spencer.
The ex-wife Miranda opens the door sobbing when you knock on it. "Excuse me, ma'am, my name is Agent y/n y/l/n and this is my partner Dr. Spencer Reid, do you mind if we ask you and your daughter a few questions about your ex-husband?"
She continues to sob but lets you in. You look back to see the sheriff playing video games on his phone and you scoff.
Spencer sits down with the crying woman and you politely ask if you can speak to her daughter. She tells you yes and that Amelia is around back.
"Bye, Reid." You blow a kiss to Spencer and walk out the door, shaking a sinister nagging feeling itching at the back of your neck.
You walk across the pavement and open the gate to enter your unsub's former backyard. "Hi Amelia, my name is y/n, I'm a friend of your mommies."
Beginning to grow more suspicious, you pull out your gun and triple-check to make sure it's on safety. If Todd is there you know that he would be fine with sacrificing his daughter for his own goals and you wouldn't let that happen "Amelia? Is your daddy here."
"Boo!" A little girl with pigtails holding a stuffed rabbit jumps from behind the recycling bin and you chuckle, putting your gun away in your holster. "Did I scare you?"
"You sure did!" You laugh. "Wow, that's such a pretty bunny, where did you get it?"
"My daddy got it for me." She said, showing off her gap tooth.
"That's so cool! Do you remember what it was like when he gave it to you?" You kneel to be at eye level with the child.
"Yeah, he was super cuddly, now he's a little more pokey, but that's okay." She says, playing with the bunny ears.
"When did he get pokey, Amelia?" You hesitated, something was off "I just want your daddy to be cuddly again."
"A little bit ago. He used to tell me stories till I fell asleep eeeeeverynight, but then he stopped for a week and when he came back he was like a big lion."
You had a growing sense of paranoia budding in your spine, why was she telling you all this so fast? "What type of stories?"
"He used to tell me princess stories, but after he stopped for a week he talked all about ones about the scary lady who tried to take me away, but then he stopped her! And the boy who was being dangerous so he had to make sure that she didn't hurt me." She exclaimed absentmindedly.
You start to pull your phone out of your pocket until Amelia starts talking again "and just now, he was talking about the bad knight who tried to take me away."
Your jaw dropped and you tried to find the best course of action, but by the time your brain started working it was too late. He walked up behind you and whispered into your ear "Nighty-night."
And then everything was black
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"Hey, mommy."
"Yes, sweetheart?" She quickly wiped the tears off of her face to turn to her daughter.
"Can I have ice cream?"
"Of course sweetheart" she gives me a small smile and gets up towards the kitchen. "Where's that nice agent that came here with Dr. Reid?"
"They weren't a nice agent, they were a bad, bad, bad knight, and they were trying to take me away, so daddy took them instead."
No.
Oh no.
No no no no no no no no.
Where were they? Where was y/n?
I pulled out my gun without a second thought and left my cane behind, I ran as fast as I could without it, and by the time I was in the backyard my knee was burning and they were gone.
~~~
You woke up halfway through the drive. The road switched from smooth the bumpy a million times over, and it smelled like bees. Not like honey, not like pollen, like bees. Just bees. It smelled nice, but you don't want to die smelling bees.
You wanted to move. Move your body, move your head, move your eyes, move anything, but you couldn't move. Nothing could move. There was a sweaty tv shirt shoved between your teeth. Your hands were bound with bristled rope and there was metal all around you and you were certain that this was the back of a van. At first, you thought there must be a blindfold over your eyes, and then you realized that they were just too tired to open.
There was an old country song playing over the radio, a love song about a family in a house. The truck stopped shaking and he pulled the ignition. A growing sense of dread filled your stomach as he walked around towards the back of the truck. He opened the door and you saw his face.
That could only mean one thing- you weren't leaving here alive.
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Within minutes crime scene techs were on the scene, but I knew they wouldn't find anything useful. The only thing that was there was the absence of y/n and our distraught profile.
"They were right here, right here, they were- they were right here, right here." Hotch looked at me somberly, and Morgan rubbed my shoulder with sympathy.
"We need to update our profile," Emily said, there was no time to waste, "we know what this guy does to people, and if he would risk abducting an armed federal agent in front of his daughter there's no doubt they in danger."
"We know Emily," Everyone looks at me kind of funny like I've said something wrong, but at this point, I don't care what anyone thinks of me, "His reason for doing this was for his daughter, he took out anyone he saw as a threat, a motherly figure, someone who could be her older brother, anyone who was a threat and wanted to take Amelia away from him.
"His disorder is fairly undocumented, being exactly the opposite of prosopagnosia, where patients disassociate faces from their loved ones, causes him to feel emotions about people he's never seen before, and his subconscious is assigning meaning to them at random, picking up anyone shows the slightest twinge of distaste.
"y/n picked up more than a twinge, they were there to take his daughter away, so he likely believes they're the mastermind." Everyone looks at me and waits for me to say the thing we all know is coming "he's not going to kill them before they suffer."
As we hitched a ride back to the station my leg was bouncing like crazy and my fingers were tapping the numbers of pi into the leather of the car door. Emily put her hand on my shoulder but I couldn't feel her, y/n missing was the only thing I could feel.
"Garcia I need you to check if Larry Todd owns any vehicles large enough to hold a person, trunks, vans, trucks anything," Morgan says into his speakerphone once we get back to the station.
"Oh god it's true, he really has them?" I can hear the distraught coated thick on her voice "do you think they're in pain, do you think he-"
"Garcia we don't have time for this, does he or does he not have any vehicles in his name." I snapped, I could apologize later when y/n was in a hospital bed.
"No, but you know I'm never one to go to bed early, and it turns out his great uncle died a year and a half ago, but his van was pulled over and given a speeding ticket a few months ago, how much do you wanna bet that's our guy and not a psychopath's uncle."
"Thanks, Garcia," Rossi hangs up the phone and turns to one of the sheriff's deputies in the room, "put out an ATB on that van."
"Okay, I'm gonna go through the medical files again, see if there's anything I missed," Hotch catches my arm.
"There isn't, right now all we can do is wait and look." He pauses "we've sent out patrol cars to look for the van, go out with Morgan, and circle around Lake Erie."
"Hotch, what if- what if we don't find them, or we find them and it's too late, or we find-"
"Right now she's alive, you said it yourself, he's not gonna let her die so easy."
As disturbing as it is hearing that someone you love more than anything is being tortured, I found it strangely comforting. They're alive. They are alive. They are prepared. After Tobias took me they brought me to a CIA torture seminar, just on the off chance that anything happened, I wouldn't break again.
I stared out the window of the passenger side of the SUV. Morgan wasn't talking, he knew what I was feeling, because he felt it before, when it happened to me.
"We've got a report of the vehicle going down sunmist lane" the scanner jumps to life.
I had memorized the map the second we landed; "we're five minutes away" and then, quietly under my breath, I whispered, "I'm coming y/n."
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He held your head underwater for the 7th or the fiftieth time. You can't remember. You can't remember. You can't remember anything other than the water under the dock filling my lungs.
"What do you want with my daughter?!" He screamed at you as he pulled you out again, You vomited up all the water that my body could muster. You didn't know he had a daughter.
You forgot everything you learned to do. You forgot to pretend it was affecting me, You forgot how to hold my breath, You forgot. You forgot everything.
Except for Spencer, Spencer's smile, Spencer holding you, Spencer missing you until that was gone too.
Everything went away but the water.
He kicked you back off the dock again, and for a second you gasped for air, and then you sank, nothing even mattered anyways.
The man pulled you out again and kicked you in the ribs; you felt something rip inside of you and you screamed as loud as you could, which was more like a whimper.
"Larry Todd put your hands up!" Two men came behind the man who drowned you, you couldn't remember them, but you could remember the rip in your ribs filling with water.
He shoved you back into the water and you didn't even try to fight this time, you just sank, feet after feet after feet of water. You didn't hold your breath, you didn't care.
A figure appeared above you, and you saw the angel. He had a shimmering brown halo and a beautiful bright face that looked terrified, just like an angel.
And then he pulled you up.
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This might be heaven, but it might be hell. You can tell the room is white without opening your eyes. There's a steady beeping sound to your left and it smells like chlorine.
When you finally manage to open your eyes you wished you hadn't. All you see is lethargy around you.
JJ is drooling in her sleep while Emily is asleep on her shoulder, Garcia is snoring in the corner with her knitting in a pile next to her. Morgan and Rossi are nowhere to be seen, but you can't blame them, seeing people they love getting beat up over and over again never gets easier. You can hear the faint sounds of Hotch arguing with someone over the phone in the hallway.
But worst of all is Spencer. He's wide awake and his foot is tapping like crazy on the ground. There are deep and dark eye bags surrounding his eyes and hints at a beard forming on his face. His cane is tossed uncharacteristically on the ground, and he pays it no attention whatever.
You open your mouth to speak, but when you do a stabbing pain shoots through your diaphragm and you gasp. The second Spencer hears you he shoots up and kneels next to the bed, which must be no easy feat.
"Hey, how are you?" He strokes your hair as gently as he can.
You try to speak but no words come out.
"Do you want some water?" You nod, trying to not feel pathetic. The second the glass of water comes into your eye line you knock it out of his hand and it goes shattering onto the floor, waking everyone else in the room up.
You start to cry, feeling guilty and scared about why a glass of water could've terrified you so much. "Hey, hey, it's okay, it's okay, it's just a bunch of sand made into something you can drink out of, it's not a big deal, don't worry." That calms you down a little bit.
You look around to see the rest of the team cradled around you. "How are you feeling honey?" Garcia whispers as if speaking too loudly would mortally wound you.
You reach up and touch your throat, and it burns. There's more confusion, and then JJ is getting her hand cut on the glass she was cleaning, Garcia was whispering too loudly and Emily was touching your arm, and Hotch and Morgan and Rossi were walking in the room and Spencer was pushing a button on your bed and the monitor was beeping and then you were screaming.
Screaming so loudly, screaming in pain, screaming in fear, screaming in confusion, screaming because you were overwhelmed and sad and scared. "Everyone gets out," Spencer says, and everyone quickly does, he knows you best, and right now, everything was too much.
"Wh-what happened" you whisper, throat and lungs still hurting but since you had screamed the worst part was over.
"The unsub kidnapped you, and tried to drown you, your heart stopped in the ambulance, but they brought you back." You remembered "You had been dunked in the water and brought back up at least 15 times, not including when I brought you out.
"You needed 53 stitches and had a punctured lung when we found you." He pauses "You're safe now, we have him in custody and he can never hurt anyone ever again." You let out a breath that you didn't know you had been holding.
"I'm so sorry," You were crying "I forgot you, I'm so sorry. He made everything go away but the water I'm sorry that I forgot you."
"It's okay, it's okay, you didn't do anything wrong, you were trying to stay alive." He stroked your hair and held your hands gently "He tortured you, when Hankel tortured me all I could think about were the drugs and the pain, you didn't do anything wrong, you survived."
"I survived?"
"Yes."
"Can I tell you something?" You chuckled, your tears had stopped but it was still wet on your face.
"Anything."
"I thought you were an angel when you saved, and now I realize that you weren't my angel, it wasn't magic, and it wasn't godly." Spencer looks puzzled, and you paused to take a deep and painful breath "It was the fact that I am so deeply in love with you, that seeing you love me back felt like heaven.
Spencer stares at you, his mouth closed and his mouth on the floor "You don't have to say anything, just know that-"
His lips are on yours before you can finish your sentence. For a moment you forget about the pain in your throat, the burn in your lungs, and the agony all over your body; it was just Spencer.
You pulled away for breath, your breaths dancing with each other.
"I was so scared" he whimpered in fear.
You stroked his hair gently "I was more terrified than I had ever been. I was so horrified that I would wake up tomorrow and my reason for living would be dead. I was more scared than I had been when I thought my dad killed a kid, I was more scared than when Hankel tortured me, I was more scared when I realized that I loved drugs more than my own life.
"You were the person that held my hand when I was hurting so bad I would forget to breathe, and then you weren't here because you were the person in pain and I realized that I loved you because nothing hurt me more than the fear that I could lose the one thing in the world that made me feel okay."
He takes a deep breath and looks at you as deeply in your eyes as you thought could ever be possible. "I love you too, and I promise you I'll never let you go."
His lips meet yours, and through a kiss, you whisper "I'll never forget you again"
And you knew that you had Spencer and everything is going to be okay.
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peach’s summer book list
i had a lot of fun compiling the list of books i read during the 20-21 winter, so i decided i would do a summer one as well! i still have a lot of books i own but haven’t read, so im definitely not lacking in material
if you didn’t see my winter list, how my book list works is basically like this: i read a book that i own but have not previously read, write a short summary immediately after finishing the book, write down my thoughts on the book, and then provide a rating for the book. i also might include background info on why i read this particular book/feelings about the author, but that depends on the book. that’s how each entry works
without further ado, let’s get started!
1. Grasshopper Jungle by Andrew Smith
okay so i absolutely adore another book by andrew smith (written after grasshopper jungle) called the alex crow. it’s one of my favorite books of all time, so naturally i wanted to see if grasshopper jungle would make me feel similarly. just like the alex crow, grasshopper jungle’s plot is. so fucking weird. it stars austin szerba, a teenage polish kid who lives in ealing, iowa, and is often sexually confused regarding his girlfriend shann and his best friend robby. and in ealing, iowa, austin and robby accidentally and unknowingly unleash an unstoppable army of huge six-foot-tall praying mantis bugs that only want to do two things: fuck and eat. and i just have to say: andrew smith’s got an absolutely dynamo writing style. alex crow is similar, where it’s a book about kind of everything all at once, framed in a moment centering around teenage boys. it’s fantastic, and it’s more than a little gross, and i love it. this book made me feel so many things, and i thought austin was such an amazing narrator and main character to identify with. this book has it all: shitty teenage boy humor, fucked up science experiments, and poetic imagery that will make you want to cry. and explicit lgbt characters.
412/10 andrew smith what do you put in your water i just want to know
2. Burn by Patrick Ness
patrick ness has written a plethora of some of my favorite books (such as a monster calls, the chaos walking trilogy, and the rest of us just live here) so when i saw this one in the store i knew it would be a great one. burn is an alternate history fantasy that takes place in 1957 frome, washington, during the height of the cold war, and it begins with a girl named sarah and her father hiring a dragon to help out on their farm. but there’s not just dragons, farm living, and cold war tensions; there’s also a really shitty small town cop, a cult of dragon worshippers and their deadly teenage assassin, a pair of fbi agents, and a prophecy that sarah’s newly hired dragon claims she’s a part of. i think eoin colfer’s highfire was on my winter list, which also featured a story that included dragons and shitty cops, so when i first began burn i thought it was funny to have two books that had both things. you know, if you had a nickel etc etc. but that’s really where the similarities end because burn is entirely it’s own monster (dragon). burn is entirely invested in its world, and its fascinating. not only that, i had no clue where the book would take me next. there were so many surprises and amazing twists that honestly just blew me away. this book also includes beautifully written complicated discussions on family, race, and love - it features interracial and queer romances as the two most prominent romance plots which was such a nice surprise from a book i wasn’t expecting to have that kind of representation. this book is witty, fast-paced, and a very heartening read - i absolutely adored it.
9/10 dragons and becoming motivated by the power of love and friendship are so fucking cool
3. As Meat Loves Salt by Maria McCann
i hate this book! as meat loves salt is a historical fiction novel which takes place in seventeenth century england, which is going through a grisly civil war. the protagonist, jacob cullen, is a servant for a wealthy household and is engaged to another servant in the house. but due to certain events that are almost entirely jacob’s fault, he flees the house and is separated from his wife. from there, he joins the royal army and meets a kind soldier, ferris, and the two become fast friends. jacob and ferris’s relationship begins to bridge past friendly, and jacob struggles with his homoerotic feelings as well as the growing obsession and violence inside him. also, they try to start a colony. listen, i don’t know how to describe the book because so much happens, but it basically just follows jacob and all the terrible decisions he makes because he is, truly, a terrible person. ferris is kind and good, and jacob is scum of the earth. he sucks so bad. the entire time i was reading this book (which took absolutely so long), all i wanted was for jacob to just get his ass handed to him. i wanted to see him suffer. and it’s not like i just personally don’t like him - i believe the book purposefully depicts him as unsympathetic even though he is the narrator. i did enjoy the very in depth and accurate portrayal of what life would’ve been like in seventeenth century england, and i think it was interesting to read a character that is just the absolute worst person you’ve ever encountered and see him try and justify his actions, so if you enjoy that kind of thorough writing, then this book would be perfect for you. however, i did not see that bitch ass motherfucker jacob cullen suffer enough. i’d kill him with my bare hands.
2/10 diversity win! the worst man on earth is mlm!
4. This Savage Song by Victoria Schwab
i know ive had a friend tell me how great one of schwab’s other book series is, but truthfully i bought this book because the cover is sick as hell and it was on a table in the store that advertised for buy two get one free, i think. something like that. anyway, this savage song takes place in a future in which monsters, for whatever reason, suddenly became real and out for blood in a mysterious event nicknamed the phenomenon. august flynn is one of these monsters, but he takes no pride in that fact and only wants to feel human. kate harker is the daughter of a ruthless man and is trying her hardest to be ruthless, too, but deep down she knows it’s just an act. their city, verity, stands divided, and kate and august stand on either side - but when august is sent on a mission to befriend kate in the hopes of stopping an all out war, the lines begin to blur. this book rules. august and kate are such interesting and dynamic characters, and the narrative is familiar while still being capable of twisting the story around and taking the feet out from under you in really compelling ways. this savage song is part of the monsters of verity duology, and i can’t wait to dive into how the story continues and finishes.
11/10 sometimes you can judge a book by it’s cover
4a. Our Dark Duet by Victorian Schwab
this is the sequel and finale for this savage song and i’d figure i’d update everyone: fantastic ending, beautiful, showstopping, painful.
12/10 loved it and will definitely be keeping an eye out for schwab’s other books
5. White is for Witching by Helen Oyeyemi
oh boy. okay. white is for witching is about a house, and it is about the women who have lived inside of it. when her mother dies abroad, miranda silver begins to act strangely, and there’s nothing her father or her twin brother seem to be able to do about it. she develops an eating disorder and begins to hear voices in the silver family house, converted to a bed and breakfast by miranda’s dad; and she begins to lose herself in the house and the persistent presence of her family legacy. white is for witching switches perspective dizzingly and disorientingly between miranda, her twin eliot, miranda’s friend from school named ore, and the house itself. this story is a horror story as much as it as a tragedy as much as it is a romance as much as it is a bunch of other things. oyeyemi brings race, sexuality, nationality, and family into this story and forces you not to look away. this book is poetry.
(like i mentioned briefly, this book heavily deals with topics of race and closely follows miranda’s eating disorder. read responsibly, and take care of yourselves)
15/10 this book consumed me and i think i’ll have to read it another 10 more times to feel it properly
6. These Violent Delights by Chloe Gong
okay. okay. strap in for a ride. these violent delights is a romeo and juliet style story, taking place in glittering 1920’s shanghai. the city stands divided - not only between the foreign powers encroaching on chinese land, but also between the scarlet gang and the white flowers, who are at the height of a generations-long blood feud. juliette cai, heir to the scarlets, has recently returned from four years abroad and is determined to prove herself ruthless enough to lead. roma montagov, heir to the white flowers, is standing strenuously on his place as next in line due to a slip up four years prior and is desperate to keep hold of his title. and in the midst of juliette and roma’s burning history with each other threatening to combust, an unnatural monster lurks in the waters of shanghai, loosing a madness on scarlets and white flowers alike. this book has it all - scorned ex lovers, political intrigue, deadly monsters, and all set on a glamorous backdrop of the roaring twenties. i absolutely was enraptured by this book and the way it plays around the story of romeo and juliet so well that it easily became it’s own monster, but with the punches and embraces of something classically shakespearan. gong does just an absolutely breathtaking job of fitting this fantastical story amid the larger world of shanghai and the real life historical events that had shaken the city to its core. completely immersive and outstandingly heart racing.
17/10 i was chewing on my fingernails for the last thirty pages and will continue to do so until the sequel is released (our violent ends, 16 nov 21)
7. The Antiques by Kris D’Agostino
you ever heard of the american dysfunctional family story? this is most definitely that. at the same time george westfall’s cancer takes a turn for the worse, a hurricane hits the east coast, and suddenly all at once the issues of his health, the hurricane, and all three of his children’s achingly dysfunctional adult lives are crashing into each other. reunited by george’s death, the westfall siblings have to face their grief, each other, and the problems in their own lives they attempted to put on hold while planning their father’s memorial. this is a nice story about grief and loss and love and somehow finding the humor amidst it all.
(this book does include a depiction of an autistic child who does experience several pretty bad meltdowns due to ignorant people around him not understanding how to cater to his needs. im not an authority on what depictions are or are not harmful, but i do believe this depiction is ultimately loving and well-intended.)
7/10 it made me laugh and cry and was generally one of those books that somehow hit you close to home
8. Fierce Fairytales by Nikita Gill
fierce fairytales is a poetry anthology that reimagines classic fairytales from a modern, feminist viewpoint, acknowledging that the line between hero and villain, monster and damsel, are not as clear cut as the classics try to make you believe. this book also includes illustrations done by the author herself, which i think is really cool. my personal favorite story reimagining was the story of peter pan and captain hook, called ‘boy lost’ which looked at how peter and hook’s relationship began and rotted. all in all, i think this collection of stories had a lot of important things to say and said them in frank, easy to understand poetry and prose.
7/10 beautiful message and pretty prose, but at times a little cliche
and that’s all from the summer! my fall semester starts tomorrow, and overall i feel very good about all the reading i did this summer. i even read four other books not on this list for work! so i definitely feel like i made the most out of my time, and im really glad i was able to read so many stories that made me feel a variety of different things
thanks so much for reading this list, and let me know if you read or have read any of these books and tell me what you think of them!
happy reading<3
#book recs#book rec#book rec list#grasshopper jungle#burn#as meat loves salt#this savage song#monsters of verity#white is for witching#these violent delights#the antiques#fierce fairytales#just like my winter list i did write ever review immediately after finishing the book and i think.#i think here you can really tell what my immediate reactions were based on how the review is written fbfjfjd
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So you think Mia and Miranda started dating when they were colleagues (which means that Mia was cheating on her husband) or after Miranda "kidnapped" her?
Did you say you want a full story on how they become a couple? No? Well you’re getting it anyway cause I got carried away. I do that a lot. So here’s the story of Miaranda (all my own headcanons plus a tiny bit of canon. Just a little)
My headcanon is that they met when they were colleagues cause it would give them time to see, talk to each other and start crushing on each other (Miranda kinda noted that Mia was pretty while Mia was longingly glancing at Miranda from time to time) and then they just were kind of lab mates? It just happened, Mia was trying not to get distracted by Miranda but she noticed and just invited Mia round one day to dinner.
And it just started from there, Mia would go over to Miranda’s for a ‘girls night’ have dinner, fuck and it was all great until Miranda started to have feelings for Mia. Miranda does not know what to do with the feeling of love, she denies it and realises this little fun she’s having is distracting her from her work (the woman is a workaholic) so she starts to push Mia away but Mia just won’t leave but at the same time she doesn’t know what to do that is until Miranda finally does it, she pushes it too far and Mia decides to break up with her.
Miranda is glad cause now she can focus on what she needs to do but is also wondering why she feels like her heart is broken but moves on nevertheless. Then you know all that canon stuff like the Baker House Incident happened but Mia never really stopped loving Miranda or thinking about her so the years go by and then obviously Mia and Ethan move to Romania.
It’s been like 6 years since they’ve seen each other by this point, now Miranda is a smart woman so somehow she found out Ethan and Mia had indeed moved into the country (probably got crows everywhere as her eyes tbh) anyway she hears about it and one day when Ethan is out doing whatever he does, she goes to see Mia. Mia is obviously very surprised, she’s seeing her ex-lover for the first time in years (and she’s still insanely gorgeous). Despite everything Mia invites Miranda in for some tea? (Do they have a kettle in their kitchen? They do in my mind cause that’s how you make tea)
Miranda accepts and they just spend time reconnecting (Mia doesn’t exactly agree with Miranda and what she still does but her feelings for her are coming back). Miranda leaves before Ethan gets back and then the next time Miranda visits she asks Mia out on a date and Mia agrees and that basically starts up their whole affair again. Only this time Mia feels a bit more guilty about cheating on Ethan but still sees Miranda (cause feelings and it’s the best sex she’s had in a couple of years).
It’s a couple of months later when Miranda well she’s kinda accepting her feelings for Mia (not completely but she’s getting there) and ask or more suggests that Mia break up and leave Ethan for her. After some thinking Mia breaks up with Ethan, so they break up and Mia decides to find a nice place.
But then Ethan starts telling all their friends and they can’t believe it and this is where Miranda and Mia’s relationship becomes a little rocky (Mia’s being told by her friends that she’s making a mistake and should go back to Ethan) but she starts dating Miranda officially and ignores what everyone is telling her cause she knows her feelings.
Then finally Miranda comes to terms with her feelings, no longer denying them or pushing Mia away, realising she really loves her and wants to spend the rest of her life with her. The relationship gets less rocky (obviously still have like silly couple fights and stuff) and Mia finds out that she’s pregnant and they settle down (with Mia obviously moving into Miranda’s house in the village). Raising Rose together (in my headcanon Rose’s middle name is Eva as a tribute to Miranda’s daughter. Miranda did cry when Mia told her)
#you can tell I love them cause I just ran with my headcanons#mother miranda x mia#miaranda#lilithslittlelover queue#ask answered
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A Better Way
Because I am unhappy with our beloved wife’s death I decided to write my own.
That being said...SPOILERS!!!!!!!!
I wrote this based on and referenced canon events in the game. If you wanna skip this and wait for the game’s official release in a few days I completely understand.
Alcina’s form trembles atop the pile of rubble she created during their fall. Somehow that lowlife Ethan survived the fall as well. Fuck, what does it take to kill that man? Even in her monstrous form, she failed to stop a flimsy little mortal man. Is he really that powerful? Or is she simply the weak little rat Mother Miranda always said she was? The answer is obvious now.
Alcina knows this is it for her. There is no winning or even recovering from this. She’s lost way too much blood and is in no state to replenish herself. She hears him stumble to his feet somewhere beside her and grab his gun. It doesn’t bother her anymore. Even now as she turns to stare down the barrel of a shotgun she knows she deserves what’s to come. She failed in her task.
Everyone that depends on her is now in grave danger and it’s all her fault. Because she wasn’t good enough to protect her family from a single human man.
Her family....
Images of her beautiful daughters' lifeless piles of ash lying abandoned on the floor like yesterday’s garbage hurt her more than any weapons could hope to. What kind of mother let her daughters, her own flesh and blood, get slaughtered because she was too incompetent to take care of a little pest? A failure of a mother. Their blood is on her hands, not Ethan’s.
Mother Miranda will have to make the call to Heisenberg to let him know why Ethan is on his way to the factory. And about them. After everything that this woman has done for her and her family and this is how Alcina repays her? How pathetic of her. And her little brother as well. She’s failed everyone she cared about on this god-forsaken earth.
Alcina sighs as Ethan cocks his gun and inches closer and closer to her. After letting out a long exhale she opens her eyes and stared down at him. He’s in shit-shape but he’ll survive. Suddenly that doesn’t sound so bad. If he can finish the job, at least.
“Do it,” she whispers, and her voice cracks. Alcina will not cry in front of this vile creature; she refuses. “I am nothing without the love of my daughters. I’d rather die than live a day without their presence.”
She could have sworn she saw a hint of remorse flash across his bloodied features before he grounded himself once more. He probably didn’t even believe her. Why would he? All he sees is a hideous beast that needs to slain. Not a broken-hearted mother mourning the loss of her darling children. No one has ever seen them for who they really are. Pity.
Her head hangs and she catches a glimpse of his shadow, his arms raising.
“I deserve this,” Alcina thinks to herself.
BANG!
Karl Heisenberg was sitting in his office, legs stretched atop his desk glazing over files. Pretending to work so no one would bother him. He was so lost in his own little fantasy land that the phone ringing next to him nearly started him out of his chair.
He let out a dramatic groan, knowing full well it was Alcina calling to continue their petty argument from earlier. A chuckle escaped his mouth remembering how he told her to drop dead before hanging up.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and begrudgingly brought the phone to his ear.
“Didn’t I tell you earlier to-“
“Heisenberg!” Mother Miranda’s voice spoke. The man nearly choked on air when he heard her voice.
“Miranda! Apologies, I thought it was Alcina calling me.”
Mother Miranda paused, but only for a moment. Her tone was as it always was; calm with a hint of disappointment. “That is what I am calling about, actually. Alcina failed to keep Mr. Winters under control and he escaped. I can only assume he is making his way over to you now.”
“Alcina and the girls, are they-“
“No longer assets we need to be concerned about. The Ceremony will continue on schedule with or without them, is that understood?”
He was completely floored. His beloved, pain in the ass, older sister is dead. And what of his adorable little gremlin nieces? They’re gone too? How can Miranda possibly expect him to just-“
“Is that understood, Heisenberg?”
He cleared his throat and nodded as if she could see him. “Of course, Miranda. The preparation will continue as-“
She hung up.
Heisenberg put the phone down and buried his head in his hands. He didn’t feel anything. Only numbness. The longer he sat there thinking about them the harder to became to think about the stupid ceremony. Or that human parasite on its way to him.
His anger got the best of him and he slammed his fists down on the desk. “To hell with Mother Miranda.”
He called one of his lackeys in and filled them in on the basics of the situation, warning him about Ethan mostly. Heisenberg was to depart for Castle Dimitrescu as soon as possible. Let the lycans have fun with their new incoming chew toy until his return.
The ride up to the castle was ghostly. He expected to hear the girls’ laughter as he entered the main doors as they always do when he visits. They were always happy to see their dear Uncle Heisenberg.
Cassandra’s ash pile was the first to be found. Simply because it was out in the open by the entrance leading down to the basement. It was obviously her because the smell of her lilac perfume was still infused in her ashes. He kneeled beside it and stroked it gently between his fingers, whispering apologies and words of comfort. Both for him and Cassandra. Then he took an old pendant necklace from his pocket and ever so gently, scooped some of her ashes into it.
“There you are, Cass. Safe and sound with me.”
On a hunch he decided to look around the basement before searching the rest of the castle for Bela and Daniela. He already knew where Alcina was resting. Bela was indeed laid in one of the extraction rooms of the basement. She collapsed behind a pillar as if she were trying to hide or shield herself. Heisenberg did the same thing and scooped up her ashes in his necklace, this time kissing the pads of his fingers and laying them on the ash pile.
Daniela was next. She was in the library, literally on the other side of the door. Heisenberg cursed himself for unintentionally spreading her ashes as he opened the door and nearly stepping on the poor girl. He stayed with her longer because of this, whispering a thousand apologies to her. The way she was laid down made Heisenberg think Daniela tried to escape and came really close to doing so.
A few tears streamed down his cheeks as she gathered her ashes in his pendant. That man will pay for what he’s done. For taking such innocent souls from the world that had so much more in store for them.
His beloved sister was last. She wasn’t where he thought she would be, which he found odd, but taking a closer look around it all made sense. The damn burst behind his eyes and he openly cried for the first time in decades.
“Fuck,” he sobbed, soothing his sister’s large heap of ashes. “I didn’t mean literally, Alcina.”
He grabbed a fist full of ash and clutched it to his chest. “I’m so sorry, sister. I should have helped you trapped that rat when he escaped me the first time. But I won’t let that happen again.”
Just like with the girls, he scooped up some of her ashes in the pendant. But this time instead of putting it back around his neck he gave it a few delicate shakes, mixing the four of them together as one.
“There. Now you’ll always be together; in this eternity and the next.”
He stayed there next to her for the rest of the night. They talked for hours (though it was a one-sided conversation) and watched the stars flicker into existence as the sunset. When there were enough of them out he pointed out the various constellations to her. The entire night went on like this; acting as if nothing had changed since they were children.
The sun was just starting to rise over the grassy green hills. Radiant shades of pink and gold colored the sky like never before. It was almost like looking at heaven itself. Early birds sang their song of the morning as they flew swiftly across the sky to wake the rest of the woodland creatures and the residents of the village.
Heisenberg exhaled a shaky breath. “I better be off, Sissy. Miranda will have my head if I don’t deal with that rat before the ceremony. But don’t you worry, I’ll take care of all four of you once this shitstorm has passed. You’ll be given proper burials and everyone will have a chance to say goodbye.”
He could feel the tears starting to build up again. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you or the girls. You’re a royal pain in my ass, but you’re still my big sister and I love you.”
The ride back to the factory was comforting. There was still a heavy weight on his shoulders, but he never expected it to go away. It will only go away after exacting his revenge. When he finds that man, oh boy is he in for a treat. The lycans should have done some damage to him already or at least exhausted him. Ethan is weak now. It’s time to strike back.
No one harms Karl Heisenberg’s family and gets away with it.
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