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[eyelessfog]

In the shadow rot au, do you have both esmp 1 and 2 characters of the same creator or just one or the other (ex: count fwhip and goblin fwhip)

both!

[railingsofsorrow]

drabble #11

summary: you are caught red handed squinting while reading and your coworkers don't let it slide.

w.c: 682

warnings/content: no warnings just fluff and bickering between friends; annoyance towards dirty lenses (based on a personal experience); secret relationship (implied).

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“pretty girl.”

you were writing something down in a post-it note that you thought was relevant for the investigation before derek's voice came out of nowhere, startling you.

you look up at him, frowning, “why do you have to sneak up on people like that?”

“where are your glasses?” he inquired, narrowing you down with a suspicious look. his arms crossed over his chest as he had the serious stance he usually carried when he was trying to figure someone out. you straightened your back slightly, choosing to go back to your reading since you didn't have a reading speed of 20 000 words per minute and you also didn't want to answer that question.

see, here's the thing. glasses are annoying. dealing with dirty lenses is the worst part of wearing them, because as soon as you clean them up, they get absolutely filthy in the next second. also, you broke your lenses at least three times given your line of work.

so, yes, you purposely forgets them a few days a week to not deal with these issues.

maybe more than just a few days a week.

and your coworkers decided to make a comment or give you a look every time they catch you squinting up at a page.

“hey,” you glared up at derek morgan as he flickered your case file much to your annoyance. “i'm talking to you. where are your glasses? can you even see me right now?”

“shut up, derek.”

“do I need to get you a new pair to leave it here in the office?” he asked with indignation written all over his face. “that's the only way you'll wear them!”

“I don't need to wear them.” you practically hissed at him before he broadcasted the conversation into the entire bullpen. “they're reading glasses, it's not like I need to have them on all the time.”

“the strength of your glasses recently increased to 2. so you do need to wear them if you don't want it to get worst.” spencer dropped his things on his desk, butting in on the conversation as if he had been invited. you scowled, not the slightest amused. he only shrugged.

“see what I'm saying, pretty girl?” derek gave you a look. he resigned with a ruffle to your hair then walked away to make some coffee.

you let out a sigh, fixing up your strands in frustration.

“here.” you looked down at the object placed in your lap. “you forgot it at my place last night.” you blinked up at him, mouth agape.

“i-what?”

“at the bedside table?” spencer gave you a look. the faint memory of your eyeglasses case on top of his bedside table came to your mind.

which was why you couldn't recall where your glasses were at home. you had been late for work and decided to give up on the search.

but they weren't even at your place.

“I cleaned them up.” he added.

“oh. right.” you took the case from him, a coat of pink painting your cheeks. you hoped he didn't expect you were going to wear them. “thank you.”

“thankfully you didn't purposely forgot it at home, right?” spencer softly teased, poking your hip which earned a kick in his ankle.

“shut up.”

he chuckled, stealthily eyeing the bullpen that was fairly empty because it was still early in the morning. he leaned down and quickly pecked your cheek then the corner of your mouth.

“spencer!” you hissed, a warning in your tone as you looked around for any prying eyes.

grinning cheeky at you, he took a few steps back. probably to go to the kitchen to grab the coffee derek was taking too long to bring. “movie night at 8 again?” he mouthed.

with a roll of your eyes, you nod “yes.” you mouthed in return, sticking your attention back to the twenty files to be finished at your desk.

“put your glasses on!” he said out loud on purpose, now attracting attention.

you groaned, hiding your face between your hands.

idiot. an absolute idiot.

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taglist: @lilyviolets

[binniesbooks]

hi fayebae(again), clearly our convo from insta got to my head, once again feeding ur soobin delulu(that's what I'm here for) bf!soobin x reader! (soobin and reader is dating and are living together)

it was mayb a few days before your cycle, which meant that you were hornier than usual. you waited for soobin to get home from work until you fell asleep. let's say your horny thoughts were really apparent as while you were having wet dreams, your moans were also happening in real time. and that's what soobin came back to. you moaning his name, asking him to fuck you deeper.

soobin couldn't hold back his thoughts either, and ended up joining you in bed. he starts leaving kisses along your prominent jawline, which he loved so much, until he reached your mouth, giving you soft pecks to wake you up from your slumber.

you were shocked when you realized that everything happening in your dream was happening to you in real time.

"wanna tell me what you were dreaming of? i heard you moaning my name and I want in on it." soobin said

(you alr know!! SMUT SMUT SMUT LETS GO hehe i hope it awakes smth in you gahh <33) enjoy~

• ENGAGEMENT RING

SB 000 .F23 2024

wc 2.9k

pairings officeworkerbf!Soobin x ovulatingfem!reader

warnings slight fingering, edging, marking, breeding kink, cum play, mention of marriage (+ anything I've missed)

faye's note this would be special for my fellow moas who has sharp features like me. (I think this fic would come out a little bit biased than the others, please don't roast me 😖 I have a prominent jawline, and she's just feeding my delusions these past few weeks 😭😂) I just had to do it. Nevertheless, I hope you still enjoy this one, please just disregard the personalized features 😖😖😖)

"Bin, seriously! My back hurts so damn much," you groaned as you tried massaging your back for the nth time today.

Your body has been aching for a while now as your cycle was nearing. And there were no other symptoms to check, other than your aching lower back and a pounding headache.

Soobin was panicking, again. He doesn't know what to do first. Should he check on the food that he was cooking, answer the ringing phone, or attend to your needs?

You chuckled as you watched him pace around, not knowing what to do.

"Turn off the stove first, loverboy. Then answer the phone." You were now sprawled out on the couch. You tried your best to stretch, straighten, and relax your back. It just felt like you were being torn into two.

"Yes, I sent it already. All right. Let's check it tomorrow." Soobin was speaking to someone on the phone. Maybe his manager?

"Is something wrong?" you asked when he hangs up.

Soobin hums, sitting down on the couch in the free space just above your head.

"I think my manager misplaced, no, probably deleted the file I sent him," he said, gently stroking your hair.

You moved up a bit, making his thigh a makeshift pillow as you nuzzled your face against his abdomen.

"You're gonna go out early tomorrow then?" Your voice muffled with his shirt as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

"Looks like it," he sighs. "Lay on your stomach, I'll give you a massage," he adds.

"Dun' wanna," you pout, burying your face more in his abdomen.

"Come on, little bun," he coos, still running his fingers through your hair.

You eventually gave up. Especially since you were feeling so sore and achy in your lower back. Soobin gave you a massage just enough to ease the pain in your back. Not too much pressure, not too little.

After eating dinner and watching him do the dishes—he doesn't want you to do it, of course—you trudged your way to the bathroom. You wanted a warm bath. And a warm bath should be shared by two, right?

"Soobin," you warned. Soobin was planting wet kisses on your shoulder as you two were soaked in the water. The tub is overflowing as you two move.

"Yes, little bun," he answered innocently as he grinned.

"I wanted to relax," you said, rolling your eyes as you leaned on his chest, your head resting on his shoulder.

"Relax then. I know you're cycle is near, I just want you closer to me," Soobin muttered under his breath as he wrapped his arms around you. Your eyes were closed, relaxed from the steam coming from your warm bath, until you felt a wet, cold, slimy thing touch your skin.

"Hmm, Soob..." Your voice came out soft and whiny.

Soobin continued kissing and licking your shoulder. His kisses became open-mouthed as they traveled up to your neck.

"Fuck, Bin h-hah..." you squirmed, clutching his hand that was wrapped around you, tilting your head sideways to give more access to your neck.

"Ahh!" You yelped as you felt him sucking on your skin. His tongue is dancing across the red mark on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.

"Bin, please..." He knows you want more. He could feel it. Five years of dating isn't nothing, he totally knows you now. What you want and what you don't.

Soobin pulled away, rubbing the mark with his finger. "Let's go and dry up, we might end up catching a cold," he announced.

"Soobin!" You screamed when he got out of the tub and grabbed the towels. He was silently smiling to himself. He got you all worked up, only leaving you wanting more.

After slipping on your pajamas, you quickly buried yourself in bed. Creating a huge distance between the two of you, pouting at what he just did.

Soobin stretched his hand out to reach your waist, trying to pull you closer. You swat his hand and place your pillows between the two of you. "Don't get any closer, I hate you," you pouted. Soobin only chuckled at you. He didn't move, and you fell into a deep slumber.

You woke up with a warm feeling on your cheeks. You snuggled closer to what you thought was your pillow, but weren't pillows supposed to be soft? They are in no way hard at all. You couldn't remember a time when you had a hard and warm pillow.

You opened your eyes to meet a shirtless man—your boyfriend. You were snuggled close to him, with his arm acting as your pillow. But his arm wasn't on your waist, it was just laying on his own waist.

"Hey Mr. Bunny, didn't I tell you not to get close to me?" You gently poked his chest, causing him to groan as he woke up.

"Hmm?" Soobin hums, clueless as to what was happening.

"I said, I told you not to get close to me, and you're even shirtless," you nagged.

"Excuse me, Miss Ma'am, you were the one who snuggled close to me, in this hot season at that." He yawns, his voice deep, hoarse, and sleepy.

"Why would I do that?" You questioned, still angry about last night.

"You don't believe me, don't you?" he chuckled, "Check the CCTV."

Your eyes flew towards the CCTV on the corner ceiling, flashing a small red light, almost invisible to bare eyes. You clicked your tongue, you know that CCTV footage could stand as big evidence.

"I hate you, Bin," you muttered, burying your face in his neck as you ran your hands along his fairly toned chest and abs before wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Mhm, I love you too, little bun," he said, planting a soft kiss on the top of your head.

"What do you want for breakfast?" You asked, still feeling his body warmth radiating off of him.

"Little bun, I want some morning sex," he whispered, gently stroking your hair.

"Don't joke around like that. You're not the one to want those types of things." You pinched his waist as he chuckled, wincing from your pinch.

"You need to get up now, you're going out, right? I'll cook something for breakfast real quick." You sat down on the edge of your bed, fixing your hair. Soobin only sprawled his whole body on the bed. "Wake me up when breakfast is ready, I still want to sleep." His lips were pouty as he uttered his plea.

You gently tapped Soobin's shoulder to wake him up. "Bin. Wake up now, you're gonna be late," you whispered. Soobin grunts and only stirs for a bit before continuing to sleep.

"Loverboy, wake up now." You dipped your head down, kissing his shoulder.

Soobin's eyes flutter with your warm lips touching his fair skin. He smiles to himself, realizing you're giving him shoulder kisses.

Soobin turns, pulling you in for a kiss and a tight hug. Getting up to start preparing for the day.

"I'll get going now, little bun. Take care of yourself, 'mkay? I love you, sweetie," Soobin kissed the tip of your nose before closing the front door. You heard the car engine switch up and the faint sound as he drove away.

You plopped down on the couch, watching your favorite show, when your doorbell rang.

It's not Soobin, you're sure. He never rings the doorbell.

You peeked outside from the window, and you saw a delivery guy standing in front of your house. You open the door slightly, keeping the chain lock intact, just to be sure. You don't want your boyfriend to come home and find you dead.

"Ma'am there's delivery for Mr.... Choi Soobin?" The delivery guy reads the package. It was a small box. "Please sign here as you receive the package," he added.

You thanked the delivery guy and watched him stride away before locking your door.

You sat on the couch once again, turning off the TV as you searched for a cutter or a pair of scissors in the drawer just beside your couch.

You carefully cut the package. It's not yours, but Soobin never questioned you, even when you kept opening his packages. At least he knows it's safe.

You opened the small box, and a shiny little piece of jewelry was neatly sitting inside the box. Your initials and his surname were written in small letters, on a pendant.

You smiled, chuckling to yourself as you wore the necklace and took a picture of yourself. Your jawline was prominent as you looked sideways, taking multiple shots to send him.

Loverboy <3

You: I just received a package, loverboy. I love you :* [5 image attached]

Loverboy: Oh, I even forgot that. That's supposed to be my gift to you, but it was shipped so late. It looks pretty on you, little bun. You're so pretty. I love you so much :)

You felt so excited wearing the necklace, however, your shared apartment always felt empty whenever Soobin was out. It was boring. It was plain. It was just a building whenever he was out—a complete contrast to a home whenever he was with you inside.

After you've completed the chores you were supposed to do, eating your late lunch, and sneaking in an ice cream, the food coma kicks in.

You felt so sleepy, so you headed inside your room. "I'm just gonna take a small nap and wait for him," you muttered, scrolling through your phone to shake off your sleepiness.

You stopped scrolling when you saw a video in your gallery—it was Soobin, and it was a mirror shot. He's shirtless, only wearing his work slacks, and you were on his lap, his dress shirt only draped over your shoulder.

And you were reminded once again about last night. How he kept on fueling your heat only to leave you unsatisfied.

Your ovulation wasn't helping either. Feeling a lot more horny than usual. Especially with your boyfriend being as hot as freshly made bread.

You're body felt on fire as you clicked the video, he was moaning as you kept grinding above him. You played it so many times that it even served as a lullaby to you, slowly lulling you to sleep.

You didn't know how long you were asleep. It was only supposed to be an afternoon nap, but you haven't woken up yet. You didn't even notice the sound of the engine turning off in your garage. Nor the click of the key on the front door. And even the opening of the door to your bedroom.

Soobin watched your sweaty figure sleeping on the bed. Your brows are creasing, your fingers are twitching, and you are clutching the sheets. Small whines and soft whimpers are coming out of your mouth.

His eyes caught the phone warning for a low battery. Soobin swiped on the phone, almost throwing it back to the bed with how hot the phone was. The short video is on replay.

"Soobin..." His head snaps towards your figure as he watches you squirm.

"B-bin... More. N-need you..." You were whimpering. Soobin felt his tiredness suddenly melt away as he felt his cock twitch underneath his pants.

"Please... Deeper ohh, fuck..." Your moans were so soft that they made his stomach twist. You sounded so subby.

Soobin sat beside your sleeping figure, gently caressing your cheeks. Carefully putting away your hair strands, that were stuck against your sweaty forehead.

"Mmmph!" Your head turns to the side, as you rub your thighs together.

Soobin couldn't hold it any longer either. He dipped his head down, kissing your exposed and prominent jawline.

This was only one of the things he really loved about you. Your unique features. Your sharp facial feature completely contrasted with your soft heart.

Your breathy moans made the hair on his nape stand up, it felt too arousing for him. Especially how your lips were being caught between your teeth as you kept on clutching on the sheets.

Quickly slipping out of his buttoned shirt, he bends down once again, gently grabbing both of your wrists to pin them above your head as he continues to kiss your jawline. Soobin left pretty marks on the junction of your neck and shoulder, making him more worked up as your moans got more high-pitched.

His lips move back to your jawline, and he pulls back a little to hover above you, giving you small pecks on your lips as he slowly grinds above you. His hard and throbbing cock felt choked inside his pants.

Your eyes flutter open, grunting at the heavy feeling. Your eyes are meeting his pretty ones.

"Wanna... Wanna tell me what're you dreaming about, little bun? Hm?" Soobin asked, staring down at you, brushing his tongue over his red lips.

"You keep on moaning my name, it's making me feel aroused, you know," he grunts, bucking his hips.

"B-bin?" Your eyes widened, realizing this was not a dream. The real deal was already in front of you, no, above you, rather.

"Yes, pretty. The owner of the name you k-kept on moaning, hah..." His hips started rolling again as his eyes caught the dainty chain wrapped around your neck. "You look beautiful, it suits you," he muttered, barely above a whisper.

"Please," you whined, feeling his hardness pressing on you.

"You don't have to beg this time, I'll gladly give it to you." Soobin pressed on your wrists above your head with only a single hand, while the other travels down your body, feeling your curves.

"My beautiful lady." You bit your lower lip as you looked at him in the eye, doe eyes pleading for more intimate skin contact.

"L-let's get married, soon. I n-need you to carry my babies," he stutters as blush crept on his cheeks.

You nodded, wanting to be with him forever and build a family together.

"Are you on the pill?" he asked, unzipping his pants with a single hand.

"N-no," you whispered. "There's a condom in the draw--"

"Can we do it raw? Fuck, please." His hand is now pulling your pajama shorts away. "Please, baby. Let's do it raw, please," he begs.

You felt the swirl of butterflies in your stomach. You haven't seen this side of Soobin yet. It feels new yet excitingly familiar. Being with Soobin, he had always practiced safe sex. Begging you to take the pill every time and always check to see if there's still a condom left.

"O-okay loverboy. Let's have it your way." You smiled at him, nodding.

Soobin lets go of your wrists, making you wrap one hand around his nape and the other on his back.

"You can be as wild as you want, bun."

Soobin slides in slowly, making you feel raw for the first time. It felt so different. You could feel every vein and curve of his cock. His warm shaft felt hot inside your wet cunt. Your head thrown back to the pillow as he pushes, reeling in the new feeling.

"H-hah! Fuck, S-soobin!" You let out a wanton moan.

"Mhhmp!" he buried his face in your neck as he thrust slowly, loving the new and raw feeling too.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, as you pulled him impossibly closer to you as your other hand clawed on his back.

"Hell..." Soobin winces at the pain from your nails clawing against his back. Maybe it was just him, but they felt sharper against his skin. Multiple long red marks are now visible on his back.

His thrusts were painstakingly slow. He was obviously living in the moment.

His lips and tongue wander on your skin once again. Leaving wet kisses and hickeys along your shoulder and chin. One of his hands sits under your head, holding you still. The other carefully massaging your mound.

"Lil bun... Baby..." he whispers, his pace slowly getting a bit faster.

Your answers turned out to be moans, whines, whimpers, and groans. You couldn't form coherent words.

"Will," he pauses, giving you one harsh thrust. "Will you marry me?"

You were lucky you could even let out a chuckle after receiving a harsh thrust.

"W-will you marry me, y/n?" He asked once again, his thrusts became harder and faster.

"Fuck, ahh! Y-yes!" You held his arm tight, jaw clenching at his fast pace.

"Mmmph! Ahh.." he tried muffling his moans by keeping his mouth closed and just letting out breathy moans.

"B-bin, I'm c-close..." You whined, your hands flying towards your mouth to cover it.

"Be loud," he commands, prying both of your hands away from your mouth.

One more harsh thrust pushed you to the edge, cumming and creaming on his cock, as a wanton moan of pleasure and overstimulation washed over you.

The hot and sloppy feeling made Soobin reach his own orgasm, spurting inside your walls.

He sweeps his hair back, still thrusting inside you from time to time, making sure you'll carry his babies.

Soobin pulls out, some of your mixed essences spilling through your hole. Soobin swipes a glob of it.

He then grabbed one of your hands, swiping the glob of cum on your ring finger in a circular manner.

"I'll ask again, will you marry me?" he chuckled.

"You're really dirty, Choi Soobin, but yes," you answered, smiling ear to ear, still catching your breath.

"Let's see who's the dirty one," he taunts as he swipes his finger once again on your seeping hole, making you suck on his digits.

"My pretty and dirty wife," he smirked as you looked at him with eyes full of lust. Deliciously sucking every drop from his fingers.

@binniesbooks 2024

[the-letterbox-archives]

file (0)0-53-000: writer questionnaire

thank you @the-golden-comet for the tag! this one's a writer questionnaire, super fun to do as well :)

how long have you had your writing tumblr/writeblr? a fast and loose estimate is fine!

coming up on two months now!

what led you to create it?

i wanted a place to share stories that i felt wouldn’t become novels, and i just wanted to share my stuff regardless.

what’s your favourite thing about the writeblr community?

how nice everyone is, and how fun the discussions are! i love talking about my characters/wips, and i love hearing about my mutuals wips as well! it’s just a great place to do everything writing-related!

what’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

PLEASE talk to me i love being talked to, love sharing about my stories, and i’m a pretty good listener so it doesn’t have to be one-sided either. either way, love having those conversations!

is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

admittedly i don’t browse my dash often, but what i do see is great! writing, positivity, some memes and fandom content, wouldn’t wish for anything different.

which wips or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

i’ve actually been considering a brand new story to the archives, but from my released content i have to say sunny (school rules) is rotating in my mind right now, as well as the dumaresq kids (the dumaresq poems)! of course, all of my wips are always rattling around in my brain all the time.

how long have you been working on them?

all the stories have been released at stagnated times, i think the first was the prologue of tales from a dying heart and prologue of the rockdove promise, about 2 months ago, and the most recent is the dumaresq poems, the first edition (set of 5) released a couple days ago.

do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

inspiration comes from anywhere for me, i just tend to get an idea, write it without thinking, then plan it from there. hindsight is 20/20, but it tends to go ignored for me haha

how much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

all the time. there is never a moment one story or another is not in my brain.

when someone asks the dreaded, “what do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

that’s tough, because i don’t exactly stick to genres; but i guess i would say i write speculative fiction, with themes of family, purpose, and society, to put it very generally.

name any characters you created. side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you’d like!

i’m gonna stick to characters that have been featured/mentioned in the archives, to keep this list somewhat short;

(tales from a dying heart) lady, sweetheart, crow, winter, pyre, dancer, rook, vex, chalice, hunter, hornet, dove, maestro, muse, opal, aegis, mouse, seeker,

(the rockdove promise) laszlo kriska, danareth, yaromyr kriska, knox penderghast, ezune penderghast, andrei,

(insincere.) ven, sissy, sinon,

(on kingston alley) faye o’callahan, daphne kanelos, missy o’callahan, crayton “old man” bell, arthur blackwood, eleanor blackwood, beau blackwood, gwen blackwood,

(school rules) sunny finch, darcy spencer, johnnie rhodes, angel salvatore, viola alderman, sasha dmitriev, eloise dolores, katherine “kath” fairchild, marion lorraine, imogen parker-blanche,

(dulcinea is dead) sasha beatrix, dulcinea beatrix,

(the dumaresq poems) alistair dumaresq, willow dumaresq, eira dumaresq, austine dumaresq, theophania dumaresq.

who’s the most unhinged?

i think they all are, at least a bit.

… but the answer’s faye.

who comes the most naturally for you to write?

sunny. that evil creature has infected my brain. it doesn’t help we have a very similar sense of humour.

do you ever cringe at them?

i don’t think i cringe at any of them. sure, sometimes the events of the story or their actions upset/annoy/disappoint me, but that’s for the sake of the narrative, and i don’t find that cringe-worthy.

how much control do you feel you have over your characters? do they ever “write themselves,” refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? to what degree? are some less cooperative than others?

it depends, i take parts of myself for each aspect of myself for characters, so when those parts of the given character shine through, it’s much easier to write, and much easier for them to ‘write themselves.’ however, my writing style usually feels like the characters writing themselves regardless. so yeah, stuff can get off the rails in that way, but i wouldn't call that disobedience or uncooperativeness on the character's part.

do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? and do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions? for example, as asks, as replies, as reblogs, as tag notes, as comments on ao3, etc.

YES GIVE ME ANY QUESTION ANYWHERE THEY ARE MY LIFEBLOOD IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY (pardon my rabid dog mentality here, i am very passionate)

what makes you want to follow another writeblr account? do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? do you follow based on wips, or vibes?

when the archives first opened, i followed anyone who liked any of my posts. nowadays, i’m a bit more stingy because sometimes being involved in such a big circle (120 mutuals strong now, i think) can be overwhelming. but generally, i check out blogs that have interacted with my posts or are often tagged in my mutuals stuff, and decide to follow based on that (factors within the blog are usually what wips they do, if they participate in tag games or chat about their characters/wips, and vibes). i also proudly follow-back anyone who follows me.

what makes you decide against following?

people who discriminate/are hateful to minorities/etc., certain political ideologies, and factors like that. i don’t want to judge, but i tend to get weary due to experiences with hate speech and other discriminatory things in my real life. and human rights aren’t up for negotiation, people don’t deserve hatred because of a fundamental part of them, like nationality / gender / sexuality / age / poverty / neurodiversity / etc. i’m a queer, neurodiverse(coded), youth, and that plus my general demeanour can attract the wrong crowd. luckily that hasn’t happened on writeblr.

do you interact with non-mutuals often?

not really, but that isn’t on purpose. i tend to get distracted with archival work, so i don’t check things i’m not tagged in or otherwise privy of, which really is a shame, i should interact with more of writeblr.

do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

yes, sammy. @ominous-feychild knows that bastard is too squishable for my psyche to handle.

tagging @introchasingstars, @honeybewrites, @paeliae-occasionally,

@noxxytocin, @moltenwrites, @tc-doherty, @the-ellia-west, @theverumproject,

@thecrazyalchemist, @laylathewordwitch, @dragonedged-if, @leitereads, @autism-purgatory,

@gioiaalbanoart, @drchenquill, @fenmere, @leahnardo-da-veggie, @melpomene-grey,

@yourpenpaldee, @corinneglass, @agirlandherquill, @willtheweaver, @nczaversnick,

@davycoquette, @glassfrogforest, @princeofhags, @wyked-ao3, @fantasy-things-and-such, + open tag!

[valyrou]

Kinda weird idea but fuck it:

How would Reaper react if he found out Moira experimented on his kid? Kid is like, late teens probably said experiments altered their appearance too(just to drive the pain of it home bc angst).

Sorry if this is confusing, hope you have a wonderful day/night!

A/N: Helloo! This is such a great request :000 I loooove it!!! I hope it’s what you asked for. Also I need to get up in 5 hours and I have not slept yet soooo…

Warnings: mention of needles (if there is anything else let me know

Other info: reader is around 16/17

Overwatch

Father!Reaper x Teen!Reader (Platonic)

He would find out about moiras experiments because he happens to walk past her lab and hear your pained screams

When entering the room he would see you unconscious with various of IVs and needles inside your skin

He would be too freaked out to be very angry, but he would be angry with Moira

Lots of blaming on himself… poor you, you didn’t deserve this… not you

Gabriel ears perked up. What was that? The halls would be quiet at this hour of night. There! There it was again! Reyes followed his ears and almost walked past the excruciating screams that came from one door. One very familiar door. Right as he stops Infront of the door of his colleague the screams pick up again, yet the voice cracks right after and then silence. Reyes was so tired he nearly didn’t realize who had been screaming.

As soon as it dawned on him he swung the doors open „What are you doing Moira!“ the Reaper himself spoke up, voice loud and demanding an answer from the scientist „Experimenting“ was all he got back. Reaper hurried close, looking at his poor child. That mad women had somehow turned your whole right arm a Transparent white, almost ghost like „You Dare to put your hands on them!?“ his voice was venomous and dripping with anger

His angered Look would have killed at least 10 of his men, yet Moira looked emotionless „you offered me your body, theirs should be no exception. Don’t you see what I created, a little more testing and they might bring us just what we need!“ Moira sounded excited and Reyes stomach turned in disgust. He looked away, turning his back to the female ginger while getting his only child, the only human he was capable of loving of the needles.

As gentle as he could, did he remove what caused the altering of your right arm, only then did he realize that your left arm, that has previously been covered by a cloth, looked alike to your right, Transparent and lucid. When every last needle was removed, he carefully picked you up and cradled you in his arms. It didn’t matter to him, how big or how old you were, you would always be his baby and he couldn’t hate himself more, for letting that happen to you.

„This is not over.“ his harsh voice echoed through the lab and hung in the air like a threat. Moira simply sat back in her chair and looked at her files. If Reyes wouldn’t care for you first, he would snap that women’s neck like a twig.. yet he decided otherwise and carried you to his room where he placed you on his bed, tucking you in while pulling a chair to your side and sitting on it. He didn’t sleep that whole night. No he blamed himself for not being there for you enough.. and just how much of a failure of a father he is to you…

He now has to hope that you will forgive him for his mistakes…

[golfurwjbr]

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[lostinlex]

PASCUAL ROMANO and JUANA LLEANZA DE ROMANO vs. CRISOSTOMO PARINAS and CARIDAD DONATO DE PARINAS

G.R. No. L-10129, April 22, 1957

FAMILY CODE - ARTICLE 221

Subject to the necessary legal defenses allowed by law, parents and other people exercising parental control are civilly liable for the harms and damages brought on by the actions or inactions of their illegitimate children residing in their presence and under their parental authority.

CASE DIGEST

FACTS:

Spouses Romano filed an action for damages in the amount of P10, 000 against Spouses Pariñas, the latter being the parents of Antonio who is a minor. It was alleged that Spouses Pariñas allowed Antonio to drive a motor vehicle having a passenger one Editha Romano, and because of his lack of foresight and experience, the vehicle overturned resulting in the death of Editha.

Defendants, in their answer, set up the defense that they never permitted their son to drive any motor vehicle, if on the occasion alleged in the complaint he drove a jeep, it was upon the persistent plea of Editha Romano. They alleged that the accident, if it happened, was due to her fault and negligence.

After filing their answer, defendant also filed a motion asking that Caridad Donato, wife of defendant Crisostomo Pariñas, be dropped from the complaint on the ground of misjoinder of parties-defendants, contending that under Article 2180 of the new Civil Code, the father is primarily responsible for the damages caused by the minor children, except only in case of his death or incapacity when the mother also becomes answerable.

ISSUE:

Whether or not dropping Caridad, mother of Antonio, from the case pursuant to Article 2180 of the Civil Code was proper.

RULING:

The Supreme Court held in the affirmative. It ratiocinated as follows:

The legal provisions on which the action of plaintiffs is predicated are Articles 2176 and 2180 of the new Civil Code. xxx

It appears clear from the above that whoever by act or omission causes damage to another, there being fault or negligence, is obliged to pay for the damage done, and this obligation is demandable not only for one's own acts or omissions, but also for those persons for whom one is responsible.

And one of the acts mentioned therein is "The father and, in case of his death or incapacity, the mother", answers for the damages caused by their minor children who live in their company.

It is therefore clear that the responsibility of the father and mother is not simultaneous, but alternate, the father being primarily responsible, and the mother answering only "In case of his death or incapacity."

Since in the instant case the father and mother is both living and capable, as can be gleaned from the allegations of the complaint, it follows that it is improper to join the mother as party-defendant. It is true that there is sufficient averment in the complaint that both the father and the mother have allowed their son to drive a motor vehicle without proper license or permit thereby imputing acts of negligence to both of them. But from this it cannot be inferred that there is a cause for action against the mother, for under the law her liability can of death or incapacity of her husband. The lower court therefore acted properly in dropping her from the complaint.

[bydfi]

How I lost all my assets

This story might be interesting for you, but if you ask what about me, my soul is finally broken. I hope it will be a good lesson for you. I was from that type of people who was 100% sure that would be never scammed. But as it turned out it could happen even to me. How it all started. I received a message from an fu**n person in TG where he kindly asked me for cooperation. He promised 2000 USDC for 1 post in my Instagram where I had to tell about his crypto trading bot. As usually I decided that extra money won't hurt and immediately agreed. Then he sends me the link of that bot and asks me to make a good video with it and even showed me some good examples. And yeah, this mf did a great job and prepared really really good, if he was able to fool me so easily and i am more than confident that you would trust him too. So as he said I put it on download after what I went out with my wife. It was too late when we came back, so I didn't even check my mailbox and went to sleep. The next day, as usually checking my mailbox, answering DMs, preparing to make that fuckin' video. And everything happens here. I feel so bad and heartbroken even now when I am writing this, because I remember my eyes at that moment. The file that I've downloaded was actually a trojan (a type of malicious code or software that can take control of your computer) and yes, you will ask "but how", binance asks for verification before any transaction you do. Yes, I agree with you, Binance asks for a Sms and email verification before any operation. But Binance has a big hole that needs to be immediately corrected. This guy opened my Binance tab that wasn't closed on my PC while I was walking with my wife. Then he swapped all my crypto to BUSD with total sum of 193 000 BUSD. After that as I understand he created a NFT from his Binance account which costs just as much as all of my assets. Then he just bought this NFT from my account and all my BUSD were transferred to his account. This process does not ask for any verification. ​ You can this **** NFT here When you buy a NFT on Binance, they do not ask for a verification which is a big bug I have done a lot of work, I have emailed Binance, tried to do everything I could do but - no chance. I will show you the answer from Binance, used Google translate because the text was in Russian \"Unable to identify the owner of the destination address. It is impossible to recover stolen funds because the transactions on the blockchain cannot be reserved\" I have no comments on that, I have no words anymore. Maybe I will tell you the rest when I feel better. And if you know any solution for this, feel free to reach out me. Will appreciate any help. submitted by /u/Mrezzi [link] [comments] http://dlvr.it/Scv1mH

[liarecursive-blog]

more tags, wow.

[blue-labcoat]

Take a Chance: Part I

summary: this is the first part of what will be a five-part series! Garcia and Morgan decide together that it would be a great idea to sign Spencer up for online dating, partly as a joke but mostly in all seriousness. Spencer's appalled when he finds out, but maybe the girl that he matched with is worth meeting.

genre: just fluff, smut and angst in later parts. 2.4k.

warnings: none!

you can find the series masterlist here, and my main masterlist here!

a/n: I got the idea for this plot from big bang theory!

“C’mon, Reid, don’t you ever take some time to just relax?” Morgan chuckled, good-heartedly giving Spencer a small push. “I bet if you took a few days off and actually went on vacation, instead of doing more work, you’d have a lot of fun. If you come out with us, you might actually meet someone.”

Spencer just gave a small smile, rolling his eyes. “I do have fun reading on my days off, actually. And, I don’t want or need to meet anyone. But thank you, anyways,” he replied, shoving the last of several case files into his work bag.

“What’s that all about?” Penelope asked Morgan, watching Spencer leave the bullpen.

“Kid needs to get laid,” he replied.

“Well, I’m sure there’s some sweet, bookworm-y genius girl out there for him somewhere. But for now, I think we just need to let him go home so we can go get drinks. Yes?” She grinned.

A few hours later, Morgan and Garcia were the last two at the bar.

“You know what?” Garcia said, hiccupping. “Reid should totally sign up for online dating. One of my friends was really shy and she never went out, so that’s how she met her girlfriend. They've been together now for four years. Isn't that impressive?”

“Babygirl, the day you convince Reid to try online dating is the day hell freezes over. There’s no way he’d ever do that. He doesn’t even have the right phone to do that.”

“No no no, because I just had the best idea! We can make him a dating profile! Yeah, we can fill it out and answer prompts like he would, and then sort through potential people for him until we find someone really really good, and then we can show him and they’ll fall in love and then I’ll have a new best friend and then they can make little genius babies and it will be so perfect!”

“That’s not a horrible idea, actually. You’re drunk, and we need to get you home, but it could work,” Morgan said.

The next day, Penelope sat down with Morgan to create a dating profile for Spencer.

“Okay, name? Spencer Reid,” Garcia started excitedly, tapping at her keyboard. “For pictures, we don’t have a lot to work with. It will have to be mostly group pictures, but text JJ and see if she has any that we could use. Now, prompts.”

“We need to sound as much like Reid as we can if we want to attract a girl that he’ll actually like,” noted Morgan. “So next time he’s talking, pay attention to some of the statistics or facts or whatever and then we can put something like that.”

“Okay, you have to choose three prompts so I’m going to do ‘two truths and a lie’, ‘I geek out on’, and ‘a random fact I love’. Sound good?”

---

Scrolling through matches on her phone, y/n sighed. Could it really be true that there were absolutely zero eligible guys? At this point, she was ready to make some compromises, but really, if someone was putting a picture like that on their dating profile, she didn’t really want to know what they were like in real life.

About to give up for the time being and get back to grading papers, a profile caught her eye.

Spencer Reid. 27 years old.

There were a few pictures of him with six other people of varying ages, and two of him alone. He was actually kind of cute, with horn-rimmed glasses that were a little too big for his face but suited him anyways.

            Two truths and a lie: 1) I can read 20 000 words a minute. 2) I went to Yale. 3) I have 3 PhD’s.

            The last picture showed him holding a baby, with the caption ‘My godson, Henry.’

            A random fact I love: The Greeks translated puppets as ‘neurospasta’, which literally means string-pulling. Throughout time, they’ve been used as a method to tell kings a story so the subjects didn’t have to speak directly to him.

‘What the hell,’ y/n thought as she swiped right. It couldn’t hurt to take a chance.

---

“Derek. Derek!” Penelope hissed through her teeth at Morgan, waving at him to come over from across the bullpen. Without waiting for him, she scurried back to her office, plopping down in front of her screens and squealing excitedly.

“What’s up, babygirl?”

“I found the perfect girl for Reid! Look,” Garcia said, rolling her chair over a bit so that Morgan could see the screen. “I mean, there have been a few people interested so far, but look at her! Her name is y/n, she’s a PhD candidate and guest lecturer at Georgetown. She’s gorgeous, not that that even matters, and under her proudest achievements she lists owning an original copy of some obscure book, I’ve never even heard of it, but I looked it up and Reid’s mentioned the author before, Isaac Asimov? Anyways, just look! What do you think?”

Morgan bent over to scroll through the profile. Garcia was right, the girl did seem like she’d be a good match for Reid.

“You know this means we’re going to have to tell him, right?” Morgan asked. “I mean, he’s probably not going to be happy that we did this.”

“Well, yes, but he has a right to know! And what if she really is perfect for him, and we don’t tell him? Is it really up to us to mess with the order of the universe?”

“I think we kind of already did that, but I guess you have a point. I just don’t know how the kid’s going to react to this.”

“React to what?” Spencer asked, standing in the doorway of Garcia’s batcave.

Penelope spun around in her chair to face him, attempting (and failing) to hide the multiple screens surrounding her desk. Derek signed, running his hand over his forehead.

“Okay, don’t be mad,” Penelope started. “But, we made you an online dating profile because we thought it might be a good way for you to meet someone, and well…”

“What?” Reid cut her off. “Why would you sign me up for that? I told you guys just the other day that I’m perfectly happy.”

“I know, I know, but look! You matched with this girl and she’s great, I think the two of you would really hit it off,” Penelope continued, pointing at her screen.

“Guys, I can’t believe you’d do something like this! I’m sure this girl you found is great, but I’m really just not looking for something like that right now. Can you just apologize to her for me and leave it at that?”

“I understand why you’re upset, but please, Spencer, just take a look!” Garcia pleads, motioning for him to come over. “We wouldn’t have told you if we didn’t think that you’d really like her.”

Spencer paused for a moment. He wasn’t actually terribly upset – it was an invasion of privacy, but there hadn’t been any horrible repercussions. That he knew of. And, would it really be so bad to meet someone, especially if they were truly as good as Garcia and Morgan had made her out to be? He sighed, walking over to the computer resignedly.

“Okay, so if you look right here, you can see her name, her-”

“Do you mind if I just look, myself?” Asked Spencer, cutting Penelope off.

“Of course! Of course. Me and Derek will just- come on, Derek – we’ll just wait outside. Take a look, take your time!” She squealed, dragging Morgan by the arm out of her office and shutting the door behind them.

Glancing over the profile, Spencer blushed. He had never considered trying online dating before, but maybe… the woman on the screen in front of him seemed like she would be his ‘type’, if that was something that he would have ever considered.

Y/n Y/l/n. 26 years old.

Objectively speaking, she was attractive, but the first thing that Spencer noticed was the answer under the prompt, ‘I geek out on’.

First edition novels! Especially rare ones. Also hundreds of other things, because I’m a complete dork.

He kept reading, a soft smile crossing his face. She had written that she was a PhD candidate, and he found himself wondering what she was studying. Against his better instincts, Spencer decided that he might actually want to talk to her. And maybe, at some point, go on a date with her. There was one problem: he didn’t want Morgan and Garcia to think that this had been a good idea or – god forbid – think that they were right.

Unsure of the social protocols of reaching out to someone for the first time on the dating app, he did his best. His train of thought was that, if he could avoid messaging on the website, he could avoid Morgan and Garcia.

Spencer: Hi there! There’s a bit of a long story behind this request, and it might be weird, but I’d really like to get to know you! I was wondering if, instead of conversing on this website, you could contact me by email or by phone? I look forward to hearing from you, hopefully!

In the next message, he left his personal email and phone number. If he’d gotten such a message from a stranger, he would have probably just ignored it, so he hoped that she wouldn’t feel the same. He was taking a chance.

Glancing once more at the message that he had sent, he closed the ‘Message’ tab, and then logged out of the website. Sighing, he got up and opened the door to Garcia’s office, stepping out into the hallway where they were waiting.

“So?” Penelope questioned, practically vibrating with excitement. “What do you think? Please say you’ll give it a try, Spencer. It could be really good for you.”

“I don’t know, guys,” Spencer fibbed, looking down at his shoes. “It just seems kind of weird, you know?”

Garcia slouched, a pout briefly crossing her face before she pursed her lips. “I guess I can see what you mean. Thanks for looking, I guess.”

“Maybe just… don’t do that again? Please?”

“I’ll try to keep her out of trouble,” Morgan assured Spencer, squeezing Penelope in a side hug and guiding her back into her office.

That evening, Spencer sat down at his ancient computer and opened his emails, checking to see if there was anything from y/n. He didn’t have high hopes, but when he saw her name in an email with the subject line reading Hello!, he nearly fell off his chair. Scrambling, he clicked to open the email, already feeling his face flushing at the thought of her.

He skimmed the email once, twice, and then a third time.

Hi there, Spencer! I will admit, it’s a bit unorthodox to ask me that I email you (do people really email outside of work anymore?), but I guess I’ll just have to trust you and your request. Maybe sometime you could tell me that long story? I noticed that you have three PhDs – that’s quite literally insane! What are they in, and are you in academia or industry? I’m currently in the last year of my doctorate at Georgetown. I don’t know if this is of any interest to you, or even means anything to you, but: I’m studying the synthesis of nucleic acids for my thesis. I tend to ramble about my research, so I’ll restrain myself (at least, for now). At any rate, you seem like a truly interesting person. I have to admit, I find it a bit tricky to communicate over text, or email, whatever. Is there any chance you’d be interested in meeting for coffee in person sometime? I’d really like the chance to get to know you a bit :)

Best, Y/n y/l/n

There was little to no information about her, but Spencer found himself feeling like he already knew her a little. He enjoyed the way she typed as if she was talking. He hit reply immediately, typing out a quick response.

Dear y/n, It’s nice to hear from you! I have to admit, I didn’t really expect a response, but I’d love to tell you the aforementioned long story over coffee sometime. I do have three PhDs! They’re in mathematics, chemistry and engineering. All I can really say about how “insane” that is, is that I love learning, and I read a lot. I currently am working in neither academia or industry – I am a profiler at the FBI’s Behavioural Analysis Unit. Although, on occasion, I guest-lecture profiling classes at Quantico. Nucleic acids are indeed interesting things! Among my colleagues, I’m quite well-known for my rambling, so certainly don’t apologize for also being a rambler! By the way – I hope you won’t feel the need to restrain yourself when talking about your research to me! Getting a doctorate is an impressive thing, and you deserve to talk about it! I look forward to hearing more about your studies. The nature of my work results in a bit of an unpredictable schedule, but as of right now, I’m free this weekend. Would you be available Saturday or Sunday afternoon?

Best, Spencer Reid

After rereading what he had typed, Spencer pressed send and sat back in his chair. He wasn’t sure what he was waiting for – it wasn’t as if she was sitting in front of her computer, waiting for his message. He knew it wasn’t logical to expect an immediate reply, but he couldn’t help wait for just a few minutes before shutting down his computer and heading to bed.

The next morning, the first thing Spencer did was check his email. There was another message waiting for him from y/n.

Dear Spencer, The Behavioural Analysis Unit! That’s quite a mouthful, and (based on a quick Google search) sounds like quite an important job! I’m sure there’s some limit to what you can share with me about your job, but I can’t wait to hear more about what you can tell me! It sounds fascinating. I’m sure you’ll come to regret giving me free rein to discuss my dissertation, but… I certainly won’t argue with you! I don’t want to take up much of your time, so I’ll just get to the point: I’d love to meet you for coffee on Sunday. Let’s say 1:30 at the café on 7th street?

Can’t wait, Y/n y/l/n

Spencer quickly typed that Sunday worked for him, sending the email without a second thought.

This would work. It would be good.

[the-letterbox-archives]

are all the chapters that you post official chapters for the book? I wanna post chapters of my book too but I haven't written them yet (been suffering from chronic writers block for like a year now)....

file (0)0-0-000: ask response

i get that, writer's block sucks. hope you find the motivation to write soon, i'd love to read anything you make :)

to answer the question, yes! every document i've found are official chapters/lessons/episodes/etc. for their respective story, whether or not they are books. the tags stating "official [story title] chapter" is mostly for my own organisation, but it rings true.

[amethystpath-writes]

No Blade

(NOT A PR0MPT)

******

Regarding Hero in the corner with a sweet smile, Villain held out a hand- an offering, if Hero would take it. The poor sap was too busy wielding a knife to reach for aid.

“Darling, I know how intimidating it is to awaken in an unknown place, but do you really think I would bring you here and simply leave you a useful weapon to fend me off with?” Villain nodded at the knife which Hero held clutched to her chest. “It is a decorative knife- goes with my decorative plates. I am sure you saw those platters as well?”

Hero swallowed, then nodded- if only to avoid possible harm. Who knew if this person would hurt her or not when they didn’t even have the decency to tell Hero their name first? They must have been a part of the agency.

“That blade will not hurt me, no matter how deeply you push it.” They kept their hand held out. “I will not stand here forever.”

Then don’t, Hero thought, and let me go. Or at least explain why in the world she was here, huddled beneath a kitchen counter, holding a useless knife as a weapon. Wait- “A knife is a knife.” Shaking breath, shaking hands, shaking legs, shaking everything. “Why wouldn’t this knife hurt you?”

“No blade can, even if it pierces my heart.”

“And your brain?” Hero wasn’t brave enough to attempt either body part, but still, it was nice to know...as if she would ever tell anyone else how to kill another person.

Villain released a small chuckle before withdrawing their hand. “Not that either. Believe me, I have tried.”

Believe me, I have tried. “You’re the one in the hidden file,” Hero whispered. One image after another came to mind, then, of that dusty flash drive, of the moment she plugged it into her laptop, of the singular folder that appeared, of opening every one of those files. The person in front of Hero now seemed very familiar, and also very helpless. She dropped the knife. “What they did to you...”

Day 1: Subject 000 possesses nearly all human qualities. While some of our crew members claimed the subject had control of retractable fangs, extending from the lateral incisors and canines, we have found no evidence of this in the bodily analysis. Tests remain to be conducted.

Day 2: Subject 000 has shown signs of comprehension of the English language. When asked if it were comfortable, it shook its head. No, we did not think it would be comfortable. The table is metal, and the subject is surrounded by We have taken this response to mean, ‘No,’ but are not certain. Tests regarding language comprehension will be conducted.

Day 3: When faced with a knife, the body of Subject 000 convulsed in a shaking and almost humanly fearful manner. We predict it has been exposed to-

“What they were going to do to you,” Villain returned. The lids of their eyes dropped like a veil, and they nodded once again, this time at their hand, another polite invitation for Hero to take it. She did, and he pulled her up. “You would have been killed. Whatever information you found, you should have left it alone.”

No, Hero wouldn’t have left it alone. Something like that, experiments to the scale her agency was conducting, they deserved to be explored and...and exposed. At the very least, whatever- whoever- was wronged, needed to be taken care of properly.

“Who are you?”

This brought a smile to Villain’s face. “You are the first person to ask me that question in a very long time.”

Who. Hero had said ‘who’ instead of ‘what.’

“Long ago enough that I am no longer sure how to answer that question. I am Subject 000, and my origins, in English, are unknown.”

“You learned our language as the agency observed you.”

Villain nodded. “I knew no language before then. I breathed,” they said, and that was all.

“You drew and exhaled breaths. Did you eat?”

“They tried starving me,” Villain told, “and seemed disappointed that my breathing continued. They extracted my teeth, as well, to see if it made any difference.”

Retractable fangs. “What made them think your teeth were dangerous?” What made Hero think they weren’t? That Villain hadn’t been hiding them all along by some unseen will to remain unseen?

“Humans are fickle-minded. They see what they want to see and nothing else. Nothing more, nothing less, as they say.”

“You seem as though you’ve observed us, and yet you didn’t even have words before us. How could you comprehend what we possess and don’t? How could you comprehend anything?” Hero was becoming closer and closer to rewording her ‘who’ to ‘what’ as the conversation continued, as she understood less and less of the person- or whatever they were- in front of her. They seemed to understand her species perfectly well, but...well, it started to make sense all the desperate curiosities of her agency. Not that Hero would ever experiment on someone as they had been, but she was beginning to understand the urgency.

“I still have a need for survival, just as you do. Just as you know and will acknowledge as a reason to stay in my home, versus running rampant through the streets.”

Hero would have frowned at the thought of someone thinking her so foolish. She wouldn’t run through the streets like a crazy person because if anything this being said was true, then she’d be killed by the agency for discovering their well-hidden secret. A flash drive abandoned in cobwebs and dust. However, Villain was clearly unaware of the hidings of a human being. Humans possessed more intelligence than hiding in plain sight.

Speaking of hiding, “Where are we?” It didn’t seem right for a being as Villain to have such a nicely decorated kitchen or dining room. “And who are you?” Maybe this last question was hopeless, but Hero had just the feeling that Villain knew more than he led on. 

[dreamywriterinthedark]

Losing you: pt 1

Pairing: Spencer x fem!reader

Resume: the team wants you to lure the unsub to get him into their trap. Spencer gets upset because he doesn’t want to lose you.

Category: angst.

Trigger warnings: mention of death.

A/N: okay so I know this is short but it’s to introduce a series I’ve been working on. I hope you like it. 

Update: I switched characters; Linda Barnes instead of Hotch because it wasn’t accurate and I hate Linda lol.

It was Monday, you were still stuck on the same case. It made you regret ever complaining about paperwork because at least there was an end to it. You’ve all been exhausting yourselves to find any lead to stop the unsub but nothing came out of it. To say it was frustrating was being optimistic. Sometimes you wanted to rip your hair out of your scalp, you wanted to set on fire your file, throw the remote at the tv, slap a god or two for being dumb enough to let killers be a thing. You were highly displeased by seeing such atrocious things taking place but isn’t that what your job is about ? You were on the jet discussing the case, nothing out of the ordinary until the victimology came up. The victims had a profile incredibly similar to yours. Anyone who saw you next to one of those victims would’ve thought you were related if not siblings especially with the socioeconomic factors. Everyone turned to look at you, “I’m fine, guys,” you said to make them look elsewhere hoping this is what they were searching for in your face. “It’s not about that…” JJ said.

“Then what is it about ?” you asked. You were still somehow new to the team so you could not exactly communicate with glares just like they all did.

“Oh no don’t tell me you’re actually considering that.” warned Spencer.

“This is our only way, we hardly know anything about him and we can’t just arrest anyone without proof or without the killer’s profile.” JJ reasoned.

“JJ’s right, Reid. This might be our best shot.” added Linda.

“There’s no way! She’s too inexperienced and it’s far too dangerous!” Retorted Reid. Your head started to hurt at all the eyes bounce you had to make. Each time you tried to speak you were getting interrupted.

“Hey!” You shouted. They all turned their heads to you. “This is me you’re talking about! So could someone please tell me whatever this is ?”

“We think you could help us catch the unsub by luring him.” said Tara. “Of course you don’t have to do it if you don’t feel like it.”

“Is this our only way ?” you asked.

“Y/n” Spencer pleaded bring his hands up to you which you ignored.

“Right now? yes it is.” Tara answered.

“Fine. I’ll do it.” you said giving in feeling the need to prove yourself more than ever; this was the opportunity you’ve been wishing for. You felt no fear as you looked straight in the eyes of danger.

“Y/n, you’re not being serious…”

“Oh but I am. I’m ready to take this bastard down.”

Spencer nodded his head in disagreement throwing his hands up mid air in defeat leaving to the back of the jet on a single seat shuffling around in it. He opened up one of his old books, you watched him from afar. He stayed on the same page for at least three minutes which was highly unlike him since he could read up to 20 000 words per minute. You sat across from him, he ignored you. You reached for his hand, he avoided it by retreating his own on his lap.

“Spencer.” you called his name with a voice full of hurt. He looked up from his book clenching his jaw sighing still angry. His feature slightly softened by the look of your eyes that expressed vulnerability, your soul was naked. “I’m sorry, can we talk ?”

“What is there to say ? You’re putting yourself in danger”

“And what else do you want us to do ?”

“There are other ways...”

“There aren’t. He has already killed so many people, somebody has to put an end to this. We need to protect all these women and their families.”

“I know, I just don’t want you to get hurt.” he admitted.

“What’s a scratch going to do ? I have the best team of investigators by my side. What could go wrong, agent 187 ?” he laughed, his voice vibrating in unison with yours.

“Coffee?” you asked.

“I’d love one!”

You joined JJ at the coffee station. “What’s your dress size?” she asked. You proceeded to look back at her in confusion.

“It’s so I can get you something to wear for the undercover operation. The unsub likes to hunt for his preys in specific places so he can get his victims’ profile in the most accurate way possible. So you’ll have to dress up, we’re taking you to a bar and no you can’t order peach wine.”

“That’s so unfair.” you pouted pouring an avalanche of sugar in Reid’s coffee. JJ laughed as she walked away with her bag of cheetos.

[razberrybi]

hello! this isn’t the most timely of postings, but I want to make a series with stuff I wish I knew before applying for/getting into college. the series will be most helpful to lower-income american students, because that’s my experience!  eventually I’ll have more stuff regarding STEM courses & tips for when you do start college.  everything will be tagged #college help by raz.  I’ll get a link for it up and running on my blog.

first off, probably the ugliest part of the process for me: filing the FAFSA, aka the Free Application for Federal Student Aid.  I wouldn’t be able to go to college without it but the process literally brought me to tears.

if I save just one student some unnecessary frustration, then my job here is done! kal @promethes was my inspiration to do this, she’s running something with a similar purpose in a couple months so if you’re interested keep an eye out for that.

finally, if you’re trying to get into college/are just getting in and have any questions, don’t hesitate to send me an ask! 

if you don’t want to open up the link above to a google doc, the text is available under the cut.

Things to know about the FAFSA:

It opens on October 1st every year.  Be prepared to file it right when it opens, the aid is first come, first served.

If you’re going right into college after high school, that means you should apply on October 1st of your senior year.  

If you missed the deadline, it’s open till June 30th the next year, but do not procrastinate this. Please trust me. Mark October 1st on your calendar, know it like your birthday.  This is free money from the gov, don’t miss out.

You need to file for the FAFSA every year you’re in college, it’s not a one-and-done thing. 

To file, you will need an FSA ID for you AND one of your parents (unless you’re not a dependent.  If you’re living with a parent/legal guardian and they provide more than 50% of your financial support, you’re probably their dependent.  That means they claim you on their taxes & get money back on their return). Make those FSA IDs here. Remember the passwords.

These are separate accounts that you’ll need to actually file the FAFSA.  Also, if you have loans taken out they’ll show up here.

When you’re ready to do the FAFSA, use this official website.  Other websites can charge you.  They might not be secure and definitely won’t be any easier. 

Sometimes, income is complicated or parents aren’t always on top of their taxes.  Thankfully FAFSA wants documents from two years prior, i.e., for the 2020-21 school year they’re asking for 2018 taxes.

Try to check that those are filed away somewhere you can access before the Oct. 1 deadline.  Make sure your parents know the government will pay for your schooling if you do this, and you usually won’t have to give that money back.

If your situation changed and you make a lot less than you did 2 years ago, contact your school’s financial aid office. Sometimes they can help with extra aid.

What documents will you need?

Your social security number

Your driver’s license, if you have one

W-2 forms from 2 years prior, and other records of money earned 

Your (and/or your parents’) Federal income tax return from 2 years prior (form 1040, will be different if you’re in an American territory and not one of the states)

Any untaxed income records form 2 years prior, like payments to deferred pension & savings plans, tax exempt interest & child support

Records of taxable earnings from federal work-study from 2 years ago

Record of grants, scholarships, or fellowship aid that was included in you or your parent’s 2018 adjusted gross income

Any current bank statements

Any current business and investment mortgage info, business/farm records, stocks/bonds info

Documentation that you’re a permanent US resident or other eligible noncitizen

If you’re lucky, all these records will be filed in one spot or easily accessible.  Try to access them early just in case.

If you have an idea what colleges you’re applying to, add them to the FAFSA when prompted.  This will help you know exactly how much money they’re giving you sooner.

Because of the whole “parents not being on top of taxes” thing, I’ve always had to manually put things in instead of clicking the button that lets you manually import the info.

It’s frustrating and takes a while, but you will be able to do it.  Thankfully the FAFSA has been getting better with the help available on the page (you can click an info button and it explains most things). 

Still unsure what something means? Open a new tab on your browser and google it.  You need to answer everything honestly, don’t take chances and take your time.

If you do get to auto-import, I suggest you go through the information manually to double check things if it lets you!  I’ve used a similar tool with a tax-filing service and they can get some things wrong.

There are a couple “optional” sections.  I fill them all out except for the section about assets, which I’ve consistently skipped.  I always get max aid doing this, your mileage may vary.

When you finish, you’ll get a number for your EFC, or expected family contribution--how much they predict your family will have to pay for college.  For example, if that number is 000, you’ll hopefully get maximum aid and your tuition will be paid for.

Sometimes, they can’t give it all in grants (money you don’t have to pay back), so some of the money will be made out to you as subsidized or unsubsidized loans.  If you need them, take out the subsidized loans first, these will not gain interest until your grace period ends, typically 6 months after graduation.

I’ve literally never had success applying for random online scholarships and I applied to a lot of them.  The FAFSA is so important if your family is low-income, those grants cover my entire tuition.  The rest of my college, including room/board and a shitton of fees, is covered by merit scholarships directly from my school.  I go to a large, in-state school, and suggest you stay in state if you can’t get into an out of state college that will 100% pay everything for you.  Those colleges, not coincidentally, are also extremely hard to get into especially if you don’t have connections--think the Ivies, MIT, etc.

I recommend in-state because it’s almost always much cheaper than out of state tuition.  Sometimes colleges have programs that will let you go to another state and pay in-state tuition at their partner school, if you’re desperate to move far look for those programs OR find a farther college in your state keeping in mind how good their program is for the major you’re looking at.

Also, fancy private schools might get you some connections or more famous speakers at events but the quality of your education won’t be much better, if at all. 

Look for scholarships that come directly from the school you like.

Merit scholarships are money your school will give you for having good grades/test scores.  How much money 100% depends on the school. Mine had a program where they had different levels of aid, and they calculated which level you fell into based on your high school GPA, ACT, and SAT scores. It’s worth trying to improve your scores on one of those tests if you know it’ll get you more money.  These scholarships tend to renew every year/semester if you keep your GPA up in college. 

For school-specific questions, contact the school’s financial aid office.  For general questions, contact me! Send an ask to @razberrybi on tumblr.

Finally--if you manage to complete the FAFSA wholly or partially on your own, congratulations!! It’s not an easy feat.  In my experience the FAFSA is literally harder and more frustrating than filing your taxes.  Treat yourself for getting it done!  

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9. Which one swears more

[Copy from previous answer ;)]

Hard one xD I'd like to say both have a Scottish tendency to curse, but butt but!!! Barnaby grew up with his grandma who probably slapped him on the mouth if he dared mild cursing, and Indigo had her somewhat strict English mother.

But if I had a tally count, it'd probably be Indigo, cause she's often angrier than Barnaby.

He gets into a stronger cursing habit in his magizoologist training years, it's hard keeping it clean when you work with creature dung on the daily xD

10. What TV shows they watch together, and which ones they hide from the other

I'll keep this around the 90s, just for the sake of hphm timeline.

'Are You Afraid of the Dark?', 'Boy Meets World', 'Freaks and Geeks', '3rd Rock', 'Fresh Prince of BelAir', 'MR BEAN'!!!! Mostly light hearted stuff. And the bulk of 90s cartoons as a whole.

She likes watching by herself things like 'The X Files', 'Star Trek', 'Twin Peaks', she usually watches by herself stuff she thinks he won't be able to follow the plot or get bored.

He likes watching 'Buffy', 'Charmed', 'The Nanny', 'Beverly Hills 90210', the usual "girl" series and he's embarrassed to tell her about it.

14. What nicknames they call each other

Very basic, he calls her Indie, Dee, her name unfortunately doesn't have a variety of nicknames to derive from. And she calls him Barney, Barns, B, and Abernathy when she's trying to annoy him.