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[mihyasnorthstar]

also…… would anyone be interested in sending in mini requests for writing warmups? i’ve been itching to write since last night and would love some inspiration…… :’3

[aaronhotchstuff]

scenes i’ll probably never reach (2/?)

Hotch and Phoebe (Part II)

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x OFC (Phoebe Scott)

Word Count: 913

Warnings: language (let me know if i missed any!)

Summary: Agent Hotchner just returned from a month of medical leave and after his first case with Dr. Scott, who was assigned to his team by his superiors without his knowledge, he informs her of his plans with her transfer to the BAU moving forward.

A/N: HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO ONE OF MY GREATEST LOVES, AARON HOTCHNER!! it’s already november 2 where i live and to celebrate, i thought i’d post a drabble of my hotch fic, sharp objects. i ended up writing two scenes and i’m posting them both!! i hope you enjoy them and please leave some feedback, thank you <3

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“What?”

“I’m restarting the clock on your certification. I’ll be overseeing your training from now on,” he repeated in a much more authoritative tone ― if that was even possible ― and didn’t break eye contact. Hotch just watched as confusion filled her eyes and her lips went ajar.

Phoebe eventually scoffed. “I got that, sir. I meant...” she paused and gulped, composing herself so as to keep her professionalism, “Why? There’s no need for me to do it all over again for five hundred hours. Didn’t you speak with Morgan? He told me I was doing pretty good―”

“I’m not Morgan, Dr. Scott,” he interrupted. It sounded as though her name rolled off his tongue like poison, and he practically glared through her soul. “Yes, his evaluation of you will be greatly considered but at the end of the day, I’m team leader. I am the one responsible for this team. I’m the one who makes sure that everyone uses their skills and qualities in a way that best benefit this team as well as the bureau, and that they work well with everybody else. I’m the one who decides whether or not you can keep up with my team, do the work the way that we’ve always done it and actually do it well. I’m the one who decides whether or not you really belong here,” he finally paused, his words almost a warning. “I get the final say.”

Silence covered the already tension filled air as they stared back at each other, unsure of what the other is going to say after Hotch’s speech that felt a little dramatic (and redundant since she used to be the unit chief at her old office and knew exactly what he was talking about), but perhaps justifiable.

“If you did well with agent Morgan, then it will be in his report. I would, however, like to see you in training for myself, seeing as I already didn’t get to―”

“Do you?” she interrupted him this time, her expression blank as he raised an eyebrow at her. “All due respect, of course,” she added, almost with no regard whether her sarcasm was evident, “Do you get the final say?”

Hotch simply pressed his lips together.

“If you really have the final say, I wouldn’t even be here and we both know it,” she continued as though it wasn’t her boss she was talking to. “Here’s another thing we both know that you won’t admit; the brass wouldn’t have put me here if they didn’t think I belonged here. I’m more than qualified to have a position in this unit, agent Hotchner. I know you’ve been through quite a lot recently, and I know it seems like they took advantage of your absence by assigning me to your team without your say so, but I hope you’ll be professional enough that you won’t take your frustration out on me and give me the chance to prove to you that I deserve to be here.”

Phoebe kept her face straight as she finished her own speech; the momentary hint of pleading in her eyes caught by Hotch. They continued to stare at each other, although weirdly enough, this one felt a little less antagonistic.

She really didn’t want to be in the BAU; not at first, at least. It was just as dangerous as her last assignment, but she knew this would’ve cut off most of the time that she spent with her son, and Phoebe couldn’t afford that. Especially since he needs her now more than ever. But time went on and it felt like sign after sign was being dropped off her feet that it was time for her to come back, and when one in particular came directly from Danny, she knew she couldn’t not try it out.

And with how well things were going with the team (excluding Hotch), she has no regrets.

“Dr. Scott,” he sighed, finally trailing his eyes away from her as he sat down in his chair then leaned forward, hands intertwined on top of a couple of files. “This is your chance,” he informed her as his eyes found hers again, and what she had to do just so he wouldn’t hear her breath hitch. Fuck, she thought, I’m so fucked. “But if you don’t think I’m professional enough, or if you just don’t want to train under me―which is the only thing stopping you from certifying as a profiler―you can leave.” Hotch told her sincerely and even shrugged a couple of times, but she just looked at him in surprise. Did he seriously just quote me? “I’ll be more than happy to recommend you to whichever unit you’d like to transfer―”

“No!” Phoebe exclaimed, embarrassingly too loud and too eager that she had to subtly clear her throat and compose herself. “No, sir,” she repeated with a shake of her head, much more professional this time. But she couldn’t stop herself from letting out a small smile, “Getting rid of me isn’t gonna be that easy.”

Hotch smirked slightly, something so subtle that Phoebe just barely missed it as he dismissed her. She gave him a brief nod before she left him in the comfort of his office, and once the doors clicked shut, he couldn’t help but continue his paperwork in amusement.

Dr. Phoebe Scott belonged there, all right. The Behavioural Analysis Unit was like a huge puzzle with a missing piece, and she fit perfectly.

[visenyatargaryn]

Once, she had been a wife, a mother... someone who had finally found their happily ever after. However, that all came crashing down once the bombs fell and her once beautiful life turned into ashes before her eyes. After being the only survivor from Vault 111, Evangeline made her way into what was now known as the Commonwealth with one mission in mind:

To find her son and get revenge on the bastard who murdered her husband.

With the ongoing search, Evangeline eventually found herself in one particular neighborhood where she would meet a peculiarly dressed ghoul who—unbeknownst to her, would become the one to drag her out of her ever-growing darkness and back into the light. However, will it be enough to find her son? To save him from the clutches of the Institute? Or will she forever lose the last thing that brought happiness to her?

CHAPTER ONE|| Welcome to Goodneighbor || G || 1575 words || ao3

After getting herself into trouble and barely surviving a trap set up by a band of raiders, Evangeline finds herself at the doors of Goodneighbor—a place known for its infamous reputation. However, instead of finding help... she instead finds herself in a sticky situation where one wrong word or movement could be her last.

The cold steel at her throat burned as the blade pressed harder against her skin. She felt a slight trickle of blood run down her neck from where it had nicked her.

Evangeline was pressed up against the wall of one of the older buildings that surrounded the area. Her attacker, a brute of a man who had cornered her when she entered through the gates—had taken advantage of her vulnerable state of being. Out of the corner of her eye, Evangeline saw where her shotgun now lay after he had tossed it aside, but not before butting her with the buttstock. She was sure her lip was busted as she could taste the slight trace of copper in her mouth from the impact.

“Now, I’m only gonna say this one more time,” the man growled as he held her up against the wall. “Either you hand over em’ 200 caps as I said, or things are gonna get much, much worse for ya.”

Evangeline stopped herself from laughing at such an absurd thing to say. How much worse could it possibly get for her? She was already living in a fucking nightmare. Her old life was destroyed, turned into ashes after the bombs fell. Everyone she loved and cared for was dead, all except her son Shaun—who had been taken from her. She was impossibly alone in a foreign world where everyone and everything wanted to kill her.

“Fuck you, asshole,” she snarled.

He leaned in close to her with a smile that made her skin crawl, so close that she could smell the foulness of his breath. “Heh. You outta be careful what you say, doll. You’re in no shape to fight, and maybe I’ll just drag you back in one of these here alleys and have my fun. Then I’ll take them caps once I’m done with ya.”

Disgusting pig. If she had not fucked up her leg or lost too much blood – she would have made him regret ever taking advantage of her in the first place. Instead, Evangeline could do nothing like some goddamn helpless damsel in distress because she could barely muster the strength to even put up a fight. She hated him, but more so, she hated herself. Evangeline hated herself for being so damn stupid. She hated herself for even getting into this mess. If she had not let her guard down—if only she had not played the hero. So many ifs… she realized, but it was all too late to think of what she could have changed and face what was currently happening.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a raspy voice yelled out—melting the man’s face into a scowl.

“Whoa, let me stop you right there,” the voice ordered. The blade at Evangeline’s throat released enough to allow herself to turn her head in the direction it came from. Her breath caught as she saw what manner of creature was approaching them.

At first glance, he reminded her of those old zombie films she used to watch as a child—with melted skin that made him look like a living corpse. Most people would cower away out of fear or even disgust for merely coming across a ghoul, but Evangeline refused to do the same. She refused to see them as monsters or freaks that the people of the Commonwealth had labeled them as. To her, ghouls weren’t the stuff of nightmares that kept you awake at night—they were human… well, a more radiated version, of course, but human nonetheless. Taking a closer look, she registered the rest of his appearance. He wore a large, tricorn hat paired with a long, red coat that had seen better years. Tied around his waist, she noted was ole’ glory herself. Evangeline couldn’t help but smile at this strangely dressed ghoul.

“How many fucking times must I remind you?” the ghoul asked, with a touch of irritation in his tone. “Someone steps through that gate the first time; they are a guest. You lay off that extortion bullshit!”

The man in question spat on the ground, giving the ghoul a murderous glare. Evangeline sensed that he had no love for the ghoul—who appeared to be the one in charge of this place. However, she also saw this as an opportunity to deal with her attacker, who was currently distracted and paid her no mind. All she needed was the perfect moment to make her move.

“What d’you care? She ain’t one of us!” he snapped back.

“Doesn’t matter, Finn. What does matter is that she’s a newcomer, and we don’t treat newcomers like this now, do we?” he questioned the man, without a change of tone, but merely repeating its primary emphasis from before. “I said, let her go.”

Finn sneered at the ghoul, looking not all too pleased with the order. At first, Evangeline thought he would refuse and slice her neck open right there on the spot. However, when she felt the blade leave her bare throat, Evangeline let out a breath of relief. It appeared that Lady Luck was on her side for once, it seemed.

“You’re getting soft, Hancock,” the man who had been called Finn, stated as he turned away from her. “You keep lettin’ these outsiders walk all over us; one day there’s gonna be a new mayor.”

Evangeline noticed that he now held the knife loosely in his hand. However, she knew there was only one chance, and if she messed up… she dared not think of what would happen if that would occur. Not wasting any more time, Evangeline grabbed the knife from Finn’s loose grip and thrust the blade into Finn’s neck. She watched as he staggered forward before turning back to face her—his eyes fuming with anger.

“Shit,” Evangeline swore to herself, realizing just how much she fucked up. Before she could react, he had his meaty hands wrapped around her throat, choking the life out of her. Evangeline made a weak attempt to free herself but failed miserably. Her vision began to blur as black spots started to appear—she was going to die, Evangeline realized, and there was no one left to mourn for her.

“You fuckin’ bitch!” he snarled. “You’re gonna fuckin’ pay for that, you goddamn—"

Suddenly, his grip around her neck faltered before collapsing onto the ground in front of her, where she then saw the handle of a knife protruding from the back of his head. Looking back at where ghoul stood, whose name was Hancock, she saw that he was the one that threw it—and ultimately saving her life. Without warning, Evangeline’s legs gave out from under her as a wave of relief coursed through her. However, to keep from falling, she supported her back against the wall, sliding down instead of landing on her ass.  

She wanted to cry—to scream but refused to let the weakness overcome her. It was no secret that Evangeline sometimes wished that she should have died along with everyone else in that vault. Instead, she had been the only survivor and was left to live through the hellish nightmare she was thrust into. The pain and misery that overwhelmed her nowadays were practically unbearable, and Evangeline just wanted it all to end—to be able to feel peace once more, if only for a moment.

Hancock stepped over the body and crouched next to her, frowning. “Easy there, sister, you’re safe now. You hear me?”

Evangeline opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. Safe. Was such a thing even possible? She didn’t know. Ever since she walked out of the vault, there was no such thing as safety. Every day she was either being shot at by raiders or being ambushed by molerats. There was never an end to all the fighting she had to endure on a daily basis. Evangeline looked over to where Finn—whose lifeless corpse now lay still on the cold, hard ground, and back over to the ghoul who had saved her life. If not for him, she would have met the same fate. The thought alone caused her to shiver.

“Here,” the ghoul said, as he took off his coat and wrapped it around her—which smelled slightly of cedarwood. Evangeline was taken back by such kindness, especially in these parts. Ever since she had come out of that vault all those weeks ago, nobody had treated her as such. It seemed that everyone was only out for themselves and cared nothing about those in need of a helping hand now and then.  

Wrapping the coat tighter around her, Evangeline had not realized how cold she was from the blood loss. To make matters worse, the pounding within her head had become agonizing, and the world seemed to spin around her. All of a sudden, Evangeline felt the sensation of being lifted up. Sure enough, the ghoul—Hancock, had her in his arms, gently but firmly holding onto her. As he carried her, she rested her head against his shoulder.

“Just relax, sister, I got ya,” Hancock said, reassuringly. While being carried, Evangeline closed her eyes as she felt the warmth radiate off of him. She knew it was crazy, but perhaps this is what safety felt like. Even if it was in the arms of a complete stranger—one who could have turned an eye when she needed help. He had saved her, though, she reminded herself, and that was something Evangeline would never forget.

“Thank you,” Evangeline murmured into his coat before being engulfed in complete darkness.

[bbangwrites]

your favorite | kim donghyun

pairing: kim donghyun x reader

genre: coffee shop au, barista!donghyun

word count: 413 words

Warmth engulfs you the moment you step into the cozy coffee shop. The place has turned into a second home to you, having spent so much time there to study for classes. You even had a favorite spot: next to the wall and close to the back, but where you could still see the counter and the people working there.

More specifically, so you could see a certain barista, who was not only very good looking, but has been nice to you since day one.

But you didn’t come to study today - in fact, you were so tired from classes that all you wanted to do was drink a warm cup of coffee and relax.

Sitting at your usual table, your glance at the counter, expecting to see the barista’s familiar face, but he’s nowhere to be seen. You grunt, dropping your head on top of your arms over the table. Maybe a ten minute nap wouldn’t be so bad.

Not long after, you wake up with a hand on your shoulder and the soft whisper of your name.

“Huh?” You mumble, rubbing your eyes and looking up to see none other than Kim Donghyun, the cute barista, smiling down at you. You jolt from your position, cheeks turning a faint shade of red. “D-Donghyun, hi! I’m sorry for sleeping here, I shouldn’t have-”

“No, please, don’t apologize!” He chuckles, retreating his hand from your shoulder. “Here, I made your favorite.”

He places a cup in front of you - a cappuccino, your usual order every time you come around to have study sessions. 

You fight down a smile, biting your lip as you place your hands around the cup. “You didn’t have to, you know.”

Donghyun shrugs. “I know. I just thought you needed it.”

Another barista calls his name, and he answers coming! before looking at you again. “Enjoy your coffee, okay?”

“Thank you for this, really.” You smile.

“It’s nothing, trust me.” He turns around and starts to walk away. 

Halfway through, he halts and jogs back to you, a tentative smile on his face.

You frown, but before you can say something, he comes closer and bends down, his mouth close to your ear.

“By the way,” he whispers. “The coffee is my treat.”

Your heart leaps against your chest as you watch him retreat and give you his brightest smile before turning around and going back to the counter.

You swear Kim Donghyun will just be the death of you.

[claymorekicked]

vampire Drew McIntyre

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it

1. Okay, so Drew is a vampire, but also a vampire hunter. He only hunts the vampires that go out of their way to kill people.

2. The reason he’s a vampire hunter is because him and his family were attacked by a group of vampires. His family was killed and he was left to die. But instead of dying, he turned. Let me tell you, after he turned, he did not take it well. Didn’t take it well at all. Part of him wanted to take himself out so it’s one less vampire in the world, the other half told to live on for his family. You can tell which side was stronger.

3. So, Drew lives off of animal blood and blood packs. Don’t ask him how he gets those blood packs, he won’t tell you.

4. Drew is almost 500 years old and has multiple houses in multiple states that he moves between every 20 years or so. He doesn’t want anyone getting suspicious of him. He’s also has a shit ton of money saved up. 

5. Even to this day, Drew has yet to find the leader of the vampires that killed his family, and he’s still determined to find them. He has killed plenty of underlings and a few higher-ups, but nothing more than that. But he has made a name for himself with how successful he’s been with killing vampires.

6. He’s also trained himself to withstand sunlight. He obviously can’t stay out for the whole time the sun is out, but he can go a few hours without showing any negative side effects. But after that period is up, he’ll power will weaken and his skin will start to burn.

[skcrs]

the other side 1 || the kid

A/N: man, am I excited to share to with you all! Not sure how many chapters this will have, but please let me know if you’re enjoying it or I’m just wasting my time with it.  song: the other side - parachute

description: ignore episode 10 for this one! You’re a very important person to the kid in his timeline and he finally gets to see you again after 27 years in captivity. the only problem is, you have no idea who this handsome man is. 

Word Count: 720 warnings: none yet, but later chapters will be smutty and possibly violent.

masterlist 

[Chapter Two]

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Chapter One

“Shit,” you say, checking the time on your phone and realizing you’re about to be seriously late for work. Being a waitress at the Castle Rock café wasn’t the most glamorous job in the world, but it was one you couldn’t afford to lose. Your father, the only family you had, had been killed the year before in a hit and run accident. It left you with not only a tremendous amount of grief, but also made you responsible for living on your own at the age of eighteen.

You were lucky enough to find a job at the café not long after the accident. After all, Castle Rock was a small town and news of your hardships spread fast. It was a week after his funeral that the Manager had come to your home and offered you the job, wanting to help alleviate your financial burden during your time of need.

So here you were, thirteen months later, late as shit and about to lose the only job you’ve ever had. What a great way to show my appreciation, you thought, throwing on your coat and running out the door. The town was small enough that you could walk to work and back, which you were thankful for. A car payment on top of the ones for the house would have been too much for you.

You reached the intersection that led to main street where the café was located and hugged your coat tighter against you. Winter seemed to come earlier and earlier as the years went by, and with it the biting wind that reached every bone in your body.

You had just crossed the street when you spotted a man sitting on the bench outside of your work. That wasn’t at all out of the ordinary considering guests would often enjoy their coffee out on the sidewalk. What was odd about him was his lack of shoes, heather gray sweatpants/sweatshirt, and the blue shade of his lips, indicating that he had been sitting there in the below freezing temperature for quite some time.  What the hell?

Cautiously, you approached him. “Hey, uh, do you need help or something?”

When his eyes rose up to meet yours you were forced to take a step back at the intensity you saw. It was mixture of excitement and relief. Both of which confused and scared you. A stranger had no business looking at you in such a way.

“It’s you,” He began. “I can’t- you’re really… t-they told me you worked here, but I didn’t…” His eyes had moved to roam over your body as his sentence trailed off, making you feel even more self-conscious. The man slowly rose to his feet and you were momentarily startled by how tall he was. You were only shaken out of your awe when he moved to touch your face and you instinctively took another step back. He looked disappointed by your recoil but not a bit surprised. “I’m sorry. I… forgot.”

“Do I know you somehow? Who is 'they'?” You were certain you didn’t. How could you forget such an angelic face? “I’m sorry, you must be mistaken.” He had to be. There was no way you were the person he seemed so familiar with.

You were about to offer him a cup of coffee when his reply didn’t come right away. The guy was odd and very confused, but you couldn’t just leave him out there in the cold. Maybe you could give Sheriff Pangborn a call while he warmed up. He would know what to do.

You opened your mouth to speak when you heard him say your name softly, making you pause. “What did you say?” You had heard him clear enough, but you were too startled to say anything else.

“Your birthday is in august,” He said instead of repeating your name. “You were born on a Tuesday. It rained so much that your parents never made it to the hospital.” He stopped to smile slightly as if amused by a memory you had no knowledge of. “You were born at the auto-body shop down the street.” He nodded in the direction of the shop, making you glance at it only to immediately return your eyes to him when he spoke again, the color draining from your face. “I know you. You’re my wife.”

[towyns]

“It would have been easier had it been another boy meets girl ; but Anne Boleyn is a hardworking, temperamental girl who wants nothing to do with the guy who hurt her sister, and Henry Tudor is a man determined in his pursuit.”                      achieving the together-coloured instant : a modern tudors au