#without credit so if i stole it from you i’m *sorry*

[leona-hawthorne]

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december 28th. mattheo riddle — grandpa glasses.

mattheo riddle x fem reader

summary ; how could you possibly resist teasing your boyfriend when he looks like he stole dumbledore’s glasses? you can’t! words ; 866 warnings ; fluff, established relationship, one sexual joke/innuendo

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You hadn’t noticed it at first. Mattheo was sitting on the worn leather armchair in the corner of the common room, the dim light from the nearby lamp pooling over his shoulders, with a book propped open in his hand. That wasn’t unusual—he read more often than most people gave him credit for. But your attention wasn’t on the way he looked so deeply engrossed, nor on the slight furrow of his brow as he followed the words on the page. No, your focus was entirely on the glasses perched on his nose.

He glanced up at the sound of your footsteps coming closer, dark curls falling into his eyes as he tipped his head toward you. “What?” he asked, frowning slightly.

You blinked, a slow grin spreading across your face as you perched yourself on the cushioned armrest. “You’re wearing glasses.”

He sighed, closing the book with one hand and setting it on the side table. “I was reading. They help.”

You blinked at him, trying and failing to suppress the amusement in your eyes. “I—sorry, I just—since when do you wear glasses?”

He rolled his eyes, his expression settling into something between amusement and exasperation. “Since always. I just don’t wear them around you because you’re distracting enough without me being able to actually see. What, you don’t like them?”

“No, it’s just—” You moved closer, eyes narrowing as you got a better look. “Why do they look like you stole them off of Dumbledore?”

That did it. His expression cracked, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips. He tilted his head, as if inviting you to keep going. “Dumbledore? That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

“Not really,” you said, your grin widening. You reached out, tapping the rim of the glasses lightly with your finger. “These look ancient. Did you find them buried in the Chamber of Secrets or something? Be honest.”

Mattheo rolled his eyes in the most exaggerated way possible, but there was a lightness in his expression that made it clear he didn’t mind your teasing. “They’re just glasses, love. Not enchanted relics.”

You tilted your head, studying him. They kind of suit him. 

“They’re cute,” you admitted, watching the faintest flicker of surprise cross his face before he masked it. “Really. You look good in them.”

Mattheo scoffed. “You’re making fun of me.”

“I’m not!” You slid down from the armest and onto his lap, peering at him with mock seriousness. “It’s just… they’re giving Dumbledore. Like, if Dumbledore went through a hot, brooding bad-boy phase.”

His eyes snapped back to you, a glint of amusement flickering in the brown. “Did you just compare me to Dumbledore?”

“I mean, I’m not wrong,” you teased, gesturing vaguely in his direction. “It’s the glasses. Very grandpa chic.”

“Grandpa chic?” He crossed his arms with an exaggerated sigh, the corner of his mouth twitching upward despite himself. “You’ve got a real gift for compliments, you know that?”

“Oh, come on. You look adorable.” You shifted closer, poking lightly at his arm. “Adorably blind.”

“Adorably blind,” he repeated, his voice flat, though the playful gleam in his eyes betrayed him. “You’re hilarious. And for the record, I’m not blind. I just need them for reading.”

“Reading glasses?” you repeated, biting back a laugh. “Wow, Mattheo. You’re really leaning into the ‘dad’ aesthetic, huh?”

At that, his eyes darkened in that way they always did when he was about to say something completely inappropriate. The smirk grew into a full-blown grin. “Dad aesthetic, you say? Would you like to help me complete the look? You know, make me an actual dad?”

Your laughter died abruptly, replaced by a scandalized gasp. “Mattheo!”

“What?” He shrugged, feigning innocence. “It was just a question.”

“It was not ‘just a question,’” you said, swatting his arm lightly. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“I always know what I’m doing,” he quipped, leaning back against the chair with a satisfied grin, his hands caressing your thigh. “The question is whether you’d be down for it.”

“Mattheo Riddle,” you said, your voice stern despite the warmth creeping up your cheeks. “You are impossible.”

“And yet, you love me.” He reached up, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face. The teasing edge in his voice softened, replaced by something quieter, more intimate. “Even when I wear grandpa glasses.”

You rolled your eyes, though your heart betrayed you with its rapid fluttering. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Cute?” He raised an eyebrow, his hand coming up to your waist to pull you closer. “I don’t do ‘cute.’”

“Okay, fine,” you said, your tone light and teasing as you leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re very… ruggedly handsome.”

“Better,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth. “Though I still think you’re avoiding the question.”

“What question?”

“About making me a dad,” he said, his smirk returning in full force.

You groaned, pushing yourself off of his lap. “And you’ve ruined it. Again.”

“I ruin nothing,” he called after you as you walked toward the dorms, your laughter echoing in the small space. “You love every second of it.”

And annoyingly, he wasn’t wrong.

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[iluvloganhowlett]

I HATE YOU .𖥔 ݁ ˖

in which logan leaves for a mission unexpectedly for almost a year and still expects to be welcomed home upon return

warnings: angst, no happy ending (oops!), a little violence, mutant!reader, that’s it fr

reader has same powers as logan bc they were both experiments at the same time

i also switched up the timeline slightly so pretend logan isn’t a grumpy old man and is more so how he was in x-men (2000)

i also saw some other story that was kinda like this one but i couldn’t remember who’s it was so if anyb knows drop it so i can credit

part 2

“why are we here again?” wade questioned, stuffing a handful of cheetos he stole from a vending machine a while back.

logan only glared at him, “because. i left her for 9 months, the least i can do is come home and show her that im alive.”

wade shrugs, “who even is this ‘she?’ is she hot?”

in seconds, wade finds himself pinned against the wall of the hallway, logan’s claws only centimeters from his neck. “she’s my girl, you don’t get to talk about her being hot,” logan growls, retracting his claws and releasing wade.

“well damn wolvie! don’t get your panties in a bunch, im not stealing your girl! unless the charm is just too much for her then-“

“do you ever stop fucking talking outta your ass?”

wade only sighed, halting to a stop as logan did the same. “137,” logan muttered, looking up at the 137 sitting next to your door.

as logan rose his hand to knock, the door was swung open. logan’s eyes widened. he thought he’d gotten himself back into the right headspace to see you again, clearly he’d been mistaken.

the way your low-set brows rose up at the corners in anger, your long lashes drawing his eyes straight to your deep brown ones. your plush lips curled in slightly and your hair flowed down your back smoother than water.

wade whistled, “hey hot stuff-“ before he was cut of with a punch to the nose, dragging him down to the floor.

logan still had yet to say anything, admiring all the parts of you he’d missed.

however he was cut off with a groan, looking down at your claws that had made their way through his abdomen and back out, retracing back into your forearms.

“what the hell are you doing back here? and who’s the red sex-toy lookin’ thing that i j punched?”

as much as logan wanted to laugh at your dig at wade, he knew how to read the room. and frankly, he was still to stunned. “y/n? baby?”

“don’t call me that,” logan’s eyes widened, “you don’t get to call me that after disappearing for 9 months without notice, lo!”

logan couldn’t help but admire your use of his nickname you created even though you’re pissed at him.

“listen. i know, okay? i know and im sorry but if you let me in,” logan stepped closer, “i can expl- ah fuck!”

you’d stabbed him again in the same spot, pushing his body against the hall with your claws. “no you listen to me, logan. and you listen to me good. i’m not letting you come into my- our house after going awol for fucking forever and coming back with some random gay in a red suit,” you pulled your claws out of him but didn’t put them away this time.

your face softens, eyes moving rapidly between logan’s. he knew you better than anyone, he could see the way your eyes shifted from angry to vulnerable and the way your eyebrows lifted; you were a mini him, despite you being the same age.

“i thought you died, lo. i spent the past months thinking the only person i had and loved was fucking dead,” your eyes welled up as you backed away from logan, putting your claws away alas.

“i’m sorry, doll. im so sorry you have no idea,” logan’s calloused hands grazed your forearms, thumbs tracing the spot where your claws rested.

you sighed, holding back the urge to give in and hold onto him as long as you could.

“but you dont understand-“ you looked away, only for logan to lift a hand and cup your face in it, forcing your glossy eyes to meet his.

“you’re right, james! i don’t understand! so jesus fucking christ enlighten me.”

logan was taken back at your use of his real name, lip parting slightly. his heart ached more and more every time he watched your bottom lip quiver. he knew you were trying to keep up your strong facade, but were beginning to fail.

“i had a mission to go on. i had to save the world, baby!” your brows curled back into anger, and logan knew you thought he was bullshitting. “cmon, angel, stay with me. the asshat over there in the red, he dragged me into this. so if you’re gonna kill anyone for this, have it be him. i just- i need you to let me in.”

you shook your head. “lo- just-“ you stuttered, scavenging for words. “but why didn’t you say anything? you couldn’t have called? sent a letter? hell, baby i would’ve been happy with a fucking pigeon!”

“i didn’t have access to that shit.”

“for 9 months?”

he took a deep sigh, “yes, for nine months.” his tone grew louder. “because if i hadn’t left you for those 9 months there would be no more you for me to come back home to!”

“get out of my damn building, logan.”

“what?”

“leave! i want you and that goddamn red thing to get as far away from me as you fucking can and stay there.”

“y/n-“

“bye logan!”

you slammed the door in his face, leaving him standing there in utter disbelief.

logan’s claws retracted, “FUCK!” he screamed through the hall, leaving a giant claw park across your door.

he looked down at wade, who was watching from a safe distance on the floor. he put his claws away, grabbing wade by the fabric of his suit and dragging him onto his feet.

“get up, you heard the girl; let’s get the fuck away from her.”

logan was breathing heavy, more than ever before. it was like his heart couldn’t catch up to everything he was feeling in the moment. the last thing he wanted to be doing right now was walking out of your apartment building and leaving you, but he was weighed down by so much anger and hurt that he wasn’t exactly in control of himself at the moment.

“well,” wade started, “you handled that well.”

and before he knew it, wade was stabbed into a wall. “ow?”

logan growled, “i’m coming back for her.”

wade only let out a long laugh, stopping logan in his tracks.

“what the fuck are you laughing at? you should’ve heard the joke she made about you! she said you look like a sex toy-“

“i’m not laughing at that, you ape. i’m laughing at the fact that you’re coming back to her! look how it turned out the last time you ‘came back.’ “

“you don’t know what you’re talking about, kid. i’m coming back, whether she likes it or not. i’m not losing the love of my life after all i did to make sure i wouldn’t lose her.”

“i-“ “and next time im here, you won’t be.”

so! should i make a part 2 WITH a happy ending when he does come back??? 🫣🫣

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[littlenahsstuff]

Sugar, Spice, Not Nice

Bridget x Demigod!reader

Requested by @ladyqueenxoxo

Synopsis:You are hades niece. No one knows you are a demigod or that you are staying with Hades. You hang around his group but don’t fit in at all. You try your hardest but sometimes you crave the sweetest things in life. You are handpicked to mess with Bridget in order to prove yourself. No one knows you are dating her either.

Warnings: not proofread! Bullying. Uliana’s an asshole. I’m not sure how much I like this one, but the endings nice.

Word count: 2.3k

~~~~~

The Vks all sat around one of the courtyard tables. You had to try your hardest not to gag at Hades and Maleficent. It didn’t end well the last time you did. You were lost in thought, thinking about your wonderful girlfriend Bridget.

What kind of sweets will she make today? Maybe I can help her after-

“I’m bored, someone come up with something interesting to do” Uliana demands.

Maybe Bridget will bake-

“Uh hello, earth to Y/n!” Uliana screeches. You immediately focus.

“Oh uh, sorry..” you trail. You know you’ve messed up again based off of the look on Ulianas face.

“What have I told you about apologizing. Seriously for being the only one to care about those stupid honors classes you sure are a grade A imbecile,” she responds and the others laugh at you. You just nod and shrink a little.

“Hey Uli,” Hook starts. He’s looking at you menacingly. “I think the honors girl here needs some sort of extra credit. Let’s give her something evil to do!” The panic is growing exponentially. You haven’t had to actually do anything evil yet, mainly sending some half-assed insults.

Uliana’s grin grows. “Why do you look so nervous Y/n? Scared of doing a little bad? I guess you do need it. The petty thievery and cheating doesn’t cut it anymore.”

“No, I’m just having an off day,” you excuse. You gulp. You’ve also tripped a couple of people and maybe driven Ulianas car as the getaway driver while they stole a hamster from the store. You felt so bad for the little guy. It’s not like you were the meanest but looking back on it you sure as hell were bad a lot.

“Well… in that case” Uliana’s voice gets high pitched. “We should give you something easy! Why don’t you prank Bridget for me. I have yet to do it this year, with the fresh meat and all that.” You get confused and terrified. “You’re new, but Bridget happens to be my favorite target. I always typically set aside the nastiest of my plans for her.” She cackles, making the already cavernous pit in your stomach bigger.

“Oh really?” You say. You can tell any strength in your voice is gone.

“Yeah, so… this year we were planning something a little more personal. We know Bridget takes those stupid honors classes too. That makes you the perfect candidate for this particular prank,” Uliana chuckles darkly. “That brat is always trying to make friends, so let’s give her exactly what she wants. Once you manage to do so you are to hide these magic beans in her room.” She held out the beans and they shimmered. Magic beans were totally illegal and would get Bridget expelled if anyone found it. You twiddle your thumbs as a slight sweat breaks out.

“But- what if-“ you’re cut off.

“Come on y/n don’t be so chicken!” Hook laughs. You look at hades and he sends you back with a raised brow.

“Okay, I’ll do it.” You say. Uliana breaks into a wicked grin. The bell chimes.

“Great. It’s almost first period, why don’t you hop along,” she finishes and motions for you to leave with her hand. You nod, grab the beans, and rush to class.

You decide you have to tell Bridget, even if it might leave you without any friends.

You get to Honors Alchemy 2 just in the nick of time, meeting Bridget at the front. She squeals and gives you a hug. You awkwardly pat her back and look around.

When she pulls away her smile disappears. You take a deep breath.

“Bridget…” you start with a gulp, “I may have gotten myself into trouble.” She gasps.

“Not yet,” you continue, it’s- well. Uliana gave me some magic beans and told me to put them in your room as some sort of prank. I know how evil it is and I’m really sorry.” You said it so fast you had to take a big inhale. Bridget softens.

“Sugar, it’s okay,” she grabs your arm.

“I just don’t know what to do. I mean, they’re my only friends other than you and- well I fear going against- he won’t like- oh.” You pause, realizing Bridget deserves to know of your situation eventually.

“It’ll be okay! But I might be a little confused, who’s he?” She gets that adorable big stare you love whenever she needs help. It makes you melt a little.

“Hades is… my uncle. Only him and Maleficent know. He is technically my guardian while he is on Olympic probation. My dad added me onto the punishment,” you whisper before chuckling bitterly. “I just worry he’ll get even more angry at me when we’re home.” You look down. Bridget stops it with a hand tilting your face to look at her.

“You should never have to worry about that. But wait, dad… as in?” She questions.

“Zeus… I’m a demigod…” you squeak. Her eyes bulge for a second.

“Do you have powers too!?” She almost yells. You shush her.

Professor Merlin clears his throat,

“Ladies, class must begin. I do hope you’ll keep the chatter to a minimum.” He grumbles, not too angrily, however.

“Yes, um could we maybe talk more about this after school? I still have no clue how I’m to go about this,” you request. She nods enthusiastically. The rest of class you focus on getting a good lab grade and do in fact keep the chatter to a minimum. Bridget seems excited the whole time but you just feel awful still for getting mixed up in this mess.

***

When you were done with your classes for the day, you met up with Bridget in her room. You waited nervously before knocking.

When you did she opened the door with a smile.

“Come on in!” She says. She looks adorable in her pink pjs, they fit her personality to a t.

You walk in and she grabs your hands to lead you to her bed.

“So…” she chuckles awkwardly, “do you know what you’re gonna do?” You look down and sigh.

“I had an idea I guess. I was thinking maybe I hide the beans and just try avoiding the group as much as possible. If they say anything I’ll just match their energy and tell them I don’t wanna do the prank or hang out with them. Does that sound good?” You question. Any input would be useful.

Bridget yums but nods, “As long as you’re safe I don’t see why that plan wouldn’t work.” She taps her fingers on her leg.

“Thanks B, I’m a little nervous but everything will work out. Um, anything you wanna know about the whole demigod thing. I’m really sorry for not telling you. I just wanted to be somewhat normal.” You admit sheepishly. She gives you a soft smile.

“Normal is boring, but I understand. Just tell me anything you want to” she resolves. She grabs your hand and holds it.

You take a deep breath, “Well, I age normally, I have these little sparky things when I get really angry but other than that I get hurt the same as everyone else. I don’t really have any more powers than that though. I’m not magic like you are,” you add.

“What about your family,” you get a little bit more sad at that.

“Or, y-you don’t have to tell me!” Bridget fixes.

“No I can tell you. I’m not really allowed on Olympus that much. My mother died when I was really young, hence why Hades is hosting me. He can be chill. He likes doing evil things a lot but he usually doesn’t have a care about anything.” Bridget looks at you and gives you a hug.

“I’m so sorry Y/n, it must still be hard. But the sparky thing is really cool. Maybe I’ll get to see it one day!” She says. You smile.

“Maybe.”

She gasps making you jump a little with how loud it was.

“Hey I have an idea,” she says, “why don’t we go out and get some ice cream!” She squeals and stands up. She pulls you up with a sudden strength, twirling you into her. You both start giggling.

“That sounds very nice Princess B. You know all the ways to my heart.

****

Gapetto’s Gelato was in walking distance in the nearby town. You and Brigette talk about school and a bunch of other random things, giggling and having such a good time. You didn’t even realize you were there.

“Okay I’ll get the ice cream, Strawberry with rainbow sprinkles still?” You ask and she nods.

You go up to the window and go to order it, as soon as you open your mouth you hear very familiar voices behind you. You whip around to see Uliana holding Bridget’s purse way above her head.

“Relax Bridgy, we just want some money to buy icecream! You should understand since you love sweets so much. You should be careful anyways, you might be looking chubby!” Uliana spits, waving it just out of her reach. Your skin prickles. You walk away and shout out a sorry to Gapetto.

“I’ll be back.”

“Uliana come on, just give me my bag. You’re gonna break it!” Bridget stresses. She’s stopped trying to jump for it.

“What, too much exercise? Told you you’re getting chubby!” Hook cackles. Your skin now feels like it’s on fire and you tense up. A faint buzzing can be heard.

“Give. It. Back.” You grit through your teeth. Bridget looks at you, you can’t tell if she wants you to stay out of it or not but either way you’re helping her.

“Oh! Looks like you were doing what you were supposed to, for once. Well, i rather mess with her myself. Your services are no longer required.” Uliana says while another one of her tentacles pushes Bridget hard on the ground.

“The moneys not even in there,” Bridget whimpers. As if lightning courses through your vains you stand up straight and try to hold back. You can feel the sparks forming up your arms.

“I’m giving you one chance Uliana, leave now,” you stomp your foot.

“Ugh, why are you acting like this. Here; take your ugly bag pink piggy,” Uliana says as she hurls it at her. Bridget looks so scared but you manage to catch it by the strap just in time. Uliana cackles. Bridget looks like she’s about to cry and you look down to see it completely ripped.

“Oops… oh well, it was almost as ugly as y-“ before Uliana can finish what she says, you blast a huge lightning bolt at her feet causing her to yelp. “Oh you little shit!” Uliana tries to slam a tentacle into you, you grab it and it spasms away. She lets out another yelp. You hold up your burnt fists at her.

“Try it again fish for brains. I never want to see you around Bridget again. I’m done being your pawn. Bridget is more genuine and beautiful than you could ever be. She’s smart and kind and the best goddamn baker there is and even if she were to get chubby, which she’s not! She would be so much hotter than you on any given day!” You scream. She just rolls her eyes and backs up.

“Fine freak,” she says and walks (stumbles) away with a cackling Hook. You whip around and make sure all of the energy is dispelled. Since you aren’t raging right now it is but you hold out a hand to Bridget. She grabs it and you try not to wince at the sting when you pull her up.

“Woah that was- thank you! No one’s ever done that for me before.” Bridget says incredulously. She pulls you by your arms into a kiss. “I love you- Y/n?!” Is the last thing you hear before fainting.

***

When you awake you are in Bridget’s dorm, feeling sore as shit. Bridget here’s shuffling and immediately rushes over to your side.

“Hey there sugar,” she says softly. “I take it that your powers did this?” She carefully picks up your bandaged hands. You chuckle.

“Yup, cursed with a painful gift. I’m sorry for them. If I had known they were always such assholes to you, I would’ve made her into fried calamari sooner.” You giggle. Bridget smiles.

“Well; I hope you never have to do that to yourself again. But… you were- ARE amazing. I love you so much already.” Bridget kisses you on the cheek.

“Can we cuddle. I feel so much better and I just want cuddles please?” You whine, give her your biggest puppy dog eyes. Despot looking very disheveled, Bridget can’t deny how adorable you look. She chuckles and nods, carefully peeling back your blankets and getting in next to you.

“I’m sorry about your bag,” you sigh.

“Don’t be, I’m a princess remember? I can get another one anytime,” she chuckles. You feel like smacking your head. Of course she can, she’s rich.

“Oh. Well, can we make out until my headache goes away?” You instead ask. Once again, making the puppy dog eyes.

“Of course my heart! How long do they usually last?” She asks. You sheepishly grin.

“A couple of days,” you reply, trying to wiggle your eyebrows.

“Well, we better get started then.” She grips your chin softly and gives you a peck before going into the real kiss. Her lips taste like the color pink and sugar and you can’t help but feeling you only ever need her. Princess Bridget will forever be known as the love of your life.

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You Chose: Rafayel

border credit goes to cafekitsune here on tumblr 🖤

Getting home had been surprisingly tame, the night passing without much issue. 

The morning, however, was the polar opposite, the pain causing you to remain in the same position despite how uncomfortable it had become. You powered up your phone, having allowed it to die last night after your shower without realizing. 

Then came the messages. 

Ding. 

Ding. 

Ding, Ding Di—

You snatch the phone from your bedside table with a whimper, finding that anger wasn’t appropriate when you could barely move. 

So, slowly, you unlock your phone and peer at your texts, responding to each in order until you get to the most recent from a contact that makes you snicker inwardly. 

-0-0-0-

hey

hey

hey 

hellllllloooooo? you aren’t ignoring my texts now are you miss bodyguard? 

have a good night. we can talk in the morning. 

its morning you know. i’ll come over if you keep ignoring me. i mean it!

alright. bet.

-0-0-0-

It only takes your read receipt popping up before you receive an incoming call from Catastrosea, your head rolling as you move onto your back. Rafayel’s voice comes through immediately, beginning with a soft gasp and click of his tongue. 

Ever the dramatic one. 

“At least you had the decency to pick my call up since you’ve been avoiding my texts,” he says, sounding offended, a small chuckle following the words. “Just kidding, I know you Hunters are always off being good samaritans or whatever. But you are still my bodyguard, you know. How am I meant to go to events without my trusty protector making sure little ol’ me is safe?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” you mumble, shutting your eyes again and breathing through the ache building in your temples. “Sorry.” 

Rafayel pauses on the other line. “Woah, you sound….” 

You can hear the ‘awful’ wanting to roll off his tongue, but instead, the sound of rustling is heard along with a soft ‘ow~’ and something falling. You perk up, on high alert until he mumbles about stepping on supplies, a small smile forming on your lips. 

You weren’t the only klutz, apparently. 

“You alright?” you whisper, earning a huff from the line. 

“Are you sure you’re in a position to ask me that? I nearly thought someone stole your phone with how you sound right now,” he says as you frown. 

“In bed,” you respond, not adding the and that’s where I’ll be for the next 3-5 business days for the sake of sparing him concern. 

“What a surprise for someone as active as yourself. Not feeling well?”

You hesitate to answer, the slight rustling sound seeming to remain constant as you chewed on your lower lip. “...just wanted a change of routine, I guess.” 

“Right,” he answered, not believing you for a second but not arguing. “On a scale from cat scratch to completely bodied, what state are you in right now?” 

You laugh, but then you suck in a breath and curl into yourself. “Guess.”

“Completely bodied from that pitiful little whimper of yours. I gotcha,” he says too calmly, and you wonder if he regrets calling right now. He had probably been having a rather decent afternoon considering how jovial he’d sounded, but now he was awfully quiet on the other line. His mood had to have soured, but you had a hard time imagining he cared so much about your life to have it affect his own. 

It was nice to imagine, at least.

Someone was knocking on your door like they wanted to tear it down. You hear a voice as you get closer, yawning as you tap on your door to see a screen pop up, revealing exactly who you thought it’d be, though he seemed to have brought company.

“Don’t scratch me or so help me, you little terror—!”

Your eyes light up as you open the door to meet a familiar pair of eyes. 

Rafayel, with a cat in hand, pauses the moment he sees you. There is a flash of something you don’t quite recognize coming from him, but then he sniffs and tilts his head. 

“Woof. You look even worse than you sound. It’s a great thing I’m here. I have a fantastic bedside manner.” 

You lean against the doorway, managing a small smile despite your vision feeling like it was beginning to double. “Really? Because most professionals wouldn’t bark at their patients and say they look awful,” you reply, the cat jumping out of his arms to circle your ankles, purring gently. You feel your spirits lift ever so slightly, leaning down slowly as the cat sniffs your hand before shoving their head beneath it as if asking for your touch. “Just a bit of advice from someone with actual bedside manner.” 

Rafayel brought a hand up to his chin, staring up at the ceiling before nodding once. “Hm, advice accepted, but as for that second part, I’d like to think someone with a bedside manner would know better than to bring me a singular apple when I end up hospitalized,” he sighs, staring down with a mischievous glint. 

“It was the last and best apple!” you defend, feeling a bit of spirit return at the fact you had to constantly defend your poor apple—especially considering he had still eaten it! 

“Yes, yes, I thank it for its sacrifice,” he brushes off with the wave of a hand, leaning down to match your level. “You seem more happy to see the walking weapon than you do me. How rude,” he mumbles into his knees as you snort. 

“Haven’t you ever heard of therapy dogs? Well, cats have the same effect,” you insist.

He follows you when you attempt to stand, reaching out when you stumble with a small wince. Your lip stings when you come to, the realization you have sunken your teeth into it making him tense. 

“‘M fine,” you murmur, but when you turn and nearly trip over your own feet, you hear him whisper something under his breath before feeling something warm against your back. “When did you…?” you ask in confusion, brow furrowing before smoothening out when the small action caused a sharp pain to shoot across from one temple to the other. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Rafayel mimics from your earlier conversation, voice right beside your ear. The frown on his lips deepens as he looks around your apartment, searching. “Looks like I came at just the right time, miss bodyguard. I’m going to lift you, so brace yourself.”

Surprisingly, he actually gives you time to do so, and so you turn enough to grip the front of his shirt as the world goes blurry again despite his slow speed. 

Maybe that head injury of yours was worse than you thought. You had been cleared and even waited to sleep as you were told, but a check-up may not be the worst idea. You did tell yourself you would go to the hospital if anything got worse. 

A hand touches your forehead, and it’s then you realize you are lying on your couch, Rafayel sitting on the floor beside you with an unreadable expression. It felt familiar in a way, though when he caught you staring, he smiled and tilted his head. 

“Admiring me only when you have a head injury? Should I be offended?” 

“You should be quiet,” you say, lacking the heat that would have made such a demand an insult. 

“Oh? I could always leave, but the terror would have to come with me,” he points out, moving to stand as you shoot up to grab him, whimpering as your head and body form an alliance to try and send you back into blissful unconsciousness. 

“Gosh, no need to hurt yourself over a joke. I wouldn’t take them with me,” he teases, but his smile has become somewhat forced as he helps you return to your previous position. You want to say that you would want them both to stay, but the words jumble in your brain as he speaks again. “Stay here, will you? I have the feeling you won’t be conscious long if you keep moving so suddenly like that.” 

The rest of the day is somewhat of a blur, you coming to in the early evening when the medicine finally kicks in. You open your eyes, your sight still dark until you remove the damp towel from your face. There is a soft purring on your belly, your hand moving to pet the sleeping cat gently. The lights are all off, and Rafayel sitting on the floor where you’d seen him earlier. He had some pieces of paper in front of him, a pencil tucked behind his ear as he pursed his lips. 

Not wanting to disturb him, you watch quietly, every scratch of charcoal against paper paired with the soft rumbles of the cat’s snores managing to lull you back to sleep. 

Before you could sink completely, you whisper a small thank you, not seeing the expression on Rafayel’s face grow conflicted, a mixture of frustration and concern unable to be hidden behind jokes and smiles. 

“I don’t want your thanks, I want you to be more careful,” he mutters, the words falling on deaf ears, floating into the air before fading entirely. 

When you wake, it’s the next morning and there’s a note on your coffee table along with a cute cartoon sketch of Rafayel crying and holding his hand while the orange cat licks his paw. 

Thomas threw a fit about me disappearing. We'll be back. I won't make you wait. Promise.

-R

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Amplification: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Summary: A deadly spread of Anthrax is going around infecting and killing people. One of your own is affected that completely tears your world into two. How will you over come this?

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

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"It will become fine dust over all the land of Egypt and it will become boils breaking out with sores on man and beast through all the land of Egypt." - Exodus 9:9

"I want to go back," you say in the elevator heading up to the office.

"Me too. Maybe we can make this a monthly thing. You know, go someplace really fancy for the weekend."

"I'd really like that," you grin and pull him closer. You two are the only ones inside the elevator, so you don't feel bad when you kiss him like you would in the bedroom. "I love you."

"I love you."

"No, I mean I'm in love with you. Every part of you."

"You stole the words right out of my mouth," he laughs.

The elevator doors open and the smile is lost from your face. The entire BAU floor is covered with people from the military. Something is happening but you're not sure what. No one is visually panicking but you can feel it all. Derek and Emily are by the glass doors just watching the chaos.

"What the hell is going on?" you ask and join their side. "Why is the Military here?"

Without stopping to talk to anyone, you head into the briefing room where JJ, Rossi, Hotch, and some strange woman are.

"What is going on?"

"Guys, this is Dr. Linda Kimura, Chief of Special Pathogens with the CDC."

"Hello. I'm sorry to meet under these circumstances."

"What circumstances?" Spencer asks.

"Last night, twenty-five people checked into emergency rooms in and around Annapolis. They were all at the same park after two in the afternoon yesterday. Within ten hours, the first victim died. It's now just past seven in the morning. The next day, we have twelve dead."

You take the files and read through them quickly.

"Lung failure and black lesions. Is this Anthrax? This doesn't kill that fast."

"This strain does."

"What are we doing about potential mass targets like airports, malls, and trains?"

"There's a media blackout."

"We're not telling the public?" Email gasps.

"We'd have a mass exodus. The psychology of group panic would cause more deaths than this last attack. If it does get out, whoever did this might go underground or destroy their samples."

"Or if they wanted attention and don't get it, they might attack again. Doesn't the public have the right to know that?"

"I agree with Emily here. The public has a right to know this," you agree.

"If there is another attack, there's no way we'll be able to keep it quiet. Our best chance of protecting the public is by building a profile as quickly as we can. What do we know about this strain?"

"The spores are weaponized, reduced to a respirable ideal that attacks deep in the lungs. It's odorless and invisible. This is a sophisticated strain. Only a scientist would know how to do that."

"These lesions are doubling in size in a matter of hours."

"It's not the lesions I'm worried about, it's the lungs. We don't know how to combat the toxins once they're inside. The reality is, we may lose them all. The remaining survivors have been moved to a special wing at Walter Reed Hospital. I'd like for your offices to become a small command center."

"We'll be working with military scientists from Fort Detrick," Hotch says.

"General Whitworth is coming here?" Rossi asks.

"He's in charge of site containment and spore analysis. Determining what strain this is will help inform who's responsible."

"My team is in charge of treating all victims," Linda informs.

"Reid and Y/N, go with Dr. Kimura to the hospital and interview the victims. Morgan and Prentiss, there's a hazmat team that will accompany you to the crime scene." Linda brings in some pills for everyone in the room. "This is Cipro. Everybody needs to take it before we go."

"We don't know if it's effective against this strain, but it's something."

You take a deep breath to calm yourself and grab one of the cups. You look over at JJ who is trying to suppress her concern. As soon as she takes it, she leaves and heads to her office to be alone. You know she's worried about her family. If she can't tell the public, then she can't tell her family about the risks.

Before you can go to the hospital, you need the files on all the victims who have been affected by this strain. JJ has all the files, so you and Spencer follow her to her office. She is looking at her phone with a look of concern on her face.

"Do you have the files on the victims?" Spencer asks.

"Did you see this memo from the director? Office phones and emails are being monitored."

"Yeah, they're trying to protect the media blackout. Files?"

"Right here."

She hands them over to him.

"Thanks. I want to see what kind of medical treatment the victims received before we head to the hospital."

There had been another strain of Anthrax that was going around in 2001 where the suspect put the Anthrax on envelopes. It affected a lot of people but it was never this deadly.

"Why do you think the suspect in 2001 stopped sending the letters?" JJ asks about the previous incident.

"I have no idea, but if he hadn't, it would have been much worse."

"The worst part was not knowing when it was gonna be over. You know, feeling safe opening mail again."

"Five people died. Many more were exposed and gotten sick including a baby who was admitted into the hospital after lesions appeared on his skin."

"How did he contract it?" JJ asks worriedly.

"I have no idea. The baby must have come into close contact with a tainted letter or crossed paths with the unsub himself."

"How old was the baby?"

"Seven months."

Fear and panic spike from JJ. She thinks about her own son getting this. She wants nothing more than to contact her family and warn them.

"Did he survive?"

"We gotta go. Dr. Kimura's waiting. I'll call you from the hospital."

"Spence. Did the baby survive?"

"Yeah, but, I mean, that was a curable strain. This thing's entirely different."

"Spencer, you are freaking her out," you whisper. "She has a baby of her own." Spencer goes quiet and decides to leave before he says anything worse. "JJ, listen to me. Henry is going to be fine. Will is going to be fine. I am your son's Godparent, so I say he's going to be just fine. You can't think like that."

"Like what?" she whispers with tears in her eyes.

"Like that. You're going to go home and be with your family who are going to be fine. I love you, but I have to go now. Keep your head up, JJ. They're gonna be fine."

Rossi and Hotch work with General Whitworth and the CIA to figure out what's going on here. The CIA said there are a few overseas terrorist groups with funding and capability for this. The FBI and CIA need to look at anyone who is going to profit from poisoning everyone, especially people who have patents on Anthrax vaccines. Not to mention anyone with access to weaponized spores like people from universities, scholars working in bioweapons research, and employees of labs who keep germ collections.

General Whitworth and his men are trying to decode the strain and learned that the additives used to strengthen the bacterial capsules don't exist at the CIA research labs, and there aren't any known labs to have these substances. He'll provide a list of all scientists in the CIA Anthrax programs just so the FBI can rule out anyone who decides to have a side project.

This unsub is someone who has the ability to manipulate and weaponize Anthrax, so it doesn't matter what General Whitworth's views are on the BAU. Someone above him believes in the power of profiles, so he has no choice but to listen to orders.

You and Spencer reach the hospital with the people who are sick with Anthrax. The public doesn't know what is going on so there isn't a lot of panic going around, but the ones that are affected are struggling very hard. There is only one person who is well enough to answer some questions since most others are either dead or close to being dead. Dr. Linda Kimura leads you and Spencer to Abby Belle's room.

"Hi, Abby," Linda says gently. "Are you feeling any better?" She shakes her head no. "This is Agent Reid and Y/N from the FBI. If you can, will you talk with them?"

This time, she nods. You walk around to the other end of the bed and hold out your hand for her to take. She doesn't know what's going on but what harm would this do? She lifts her hand just enough for you to slip your hand underneath.

"Abby, I'd like to try to do a memory recall exercise with you to take you back to the park, if that's okay." She nods. "I need you to close your eyes." She does. "Yesterday afternoon, you rode your bicycle to the park. How did the sun feel on your skin? The breeze through your hair? Can you describe for me what you heard and the people that you saw?"

"It was warm... windy," she whispers. You allow her words to take you back to that day. The park was in full effect with a bunch of people enjoying the sun. There is a game of men playing football, kids swinging on the playground, dogs running around with each other, people on bikes, and others walking the trail. "There were guys playing football... Kids... I see free... Me seen fee me. Free knee."

Her speech is screwed up from whatever the Anthrax is doing to her, and she is panicking.

"It's alright, Abby. You just rest now," Linda says.

"Me mock fee key me free," she whimpers.

"Just rest, Abby. Thank you."

You, Spencer, and Linda leave her room to give the doctors an opportunity to work on Abby.

"What's causing her aphasia?"

"The poison is infecting the parietal lobe which impairs her speech. Some of the other patients displayed the same symptoms shortly before they died."

"There's nothing that is helping them? Nothing is working?" you ask.

"The only thing that's helping them right now is the morphine."

Emily and Derek reached the park in Maryland which has been closed for observation. Emily is against not telling the public about this, but she isn't in a position of authority to make that call. So, instead of telling people the truth, officials have told the public there is Methane buildup in the sewage system. Since they're oblivious as to what's going on, they believed it.

There is a certain spot in the park that has high levels of Anthrax where the unsub most likely released the attack. The wind spread the Anthrax around the park and hit everyone who was there. It's weird because you didn't think that a park would be a target for anything. Terrorists usually target symbols like the White House, Pentagon, and the World Trade Center. The park is nice but it's nothing like a symbol building.

It could be symbolic for the unsub like how Ted Kaczynski sent bombs to Berkley where he taught, to Michigan where he went to school, and to Chicago where he lived. The suspect who attacked with Anthrax in 2001 sent letters to two pro-choice senators whose politics he opposed. People like that can't help but attach a personal motive to the places they've targeted, so this park must mean something to the unsub.

In the last two hours alone, more people have come into the hospital seeking medical attention for being sick, and the panic and fear are getting to you. No one knows what's going on, and humans fear the unknown. You're trying hard not to let it get to you but for someone with your abilities, it's hard.

You wipe your eyes before the tears have a chance to fall, and Spencer takes you off to the side.

"Hey, it's going to be okay."

"Is it? How do you know?"

"I don't," he sighs. "I have hope that we're going to figure this out because we always do."

"I wish that'd give me comfort." You look around the hospital and see parents hugging their sick children and people comforting their loved ones. "Promise me you won't do something stupid."

"What?"

"We're the only ones that know what's going on. Please don't do anything stupid. This is your life. I can't bear the thought of losing you. Please be careful."

"Only if you promise to do the same."

"Sorry to interrupt, but this whole thing is baffling me. Seventeen out of twenty-five people are dead. This strain is duplicated every thirty to forty-five minutes. It's poisoning the lungs and causing massive hemorrhaging and organ failure."

"Whoever created this had to at some point go to the trouble of testing it. First, they start with rodents, then advance to larger mammals, and then they do a very small trial run with people. There's no way this was his first human test run."

"We would have heard about a previous anthrax attack," Linda says.

"Not if it presented itself as something else," you state. "Is there anything that happened recently that was kind of like what's happening now?"

"Yeah, actually."

She tells you what happened a couple of days ago and gives you files on the patients affected. Your phone rings and you and Spencer go into an empty hospital room to answer the phone. You place JJ on speakerphone.

"Hey, JJ."

"Hey, you have me, Hotch, and Rossi."

She sounds like she's been crying because she is so worried about her family. She can't tell them anything but she wants to so badly.

"JJ, are you okay?"

She doesn't comment.

"It turns out that two days ago, two people in two separate Baltimore ERs, and one person in a Philadelphia ER slipped into comas and died suddenly. The COD on all of them was meningitis. Doctors didn't test for Anthrax because the illnesses presented themselves as meningitis, but I think it can be caused by Anthrax."

"Did they show symptoms that we're seeing now like the lesions?"

"They wouldn't have if the bodily functions expired as quickly as they did."

"How quickly?"

"They were all dead within three hours of being admitted."

"Wait, the first patient died yesterday at ten in the morning."

"If they inhaled a higher concentration of the strain, it would cause a quicker death through organ failure without exterior physical symptoms."

"What are their names?"

Spencer looks through the files. You can feel JJ's sadness through the phone. You'd love nothing more than to tell Hannah about what's going on, but she's in New Jersey and likely won't be affected. Will and Henry live right in the danger zone.

"JJ, listen to me. I need you to breathe. Henry is going to be fine and so is Will. You're going to go home and see your family. You need to tell yourself this."

"Okay, their names are Gale Mercer who was thirty-one, Martha Finestein who was forty-eight, and Albert Franks who was fifty-two."

"Did they visit the same place on the day they were affected?"

"Gale made a credit card purchase at a bookstore owned by Albert."

"We'll send Morgan and Prentiss out there to investigate."

"Remember, JJ, breathe," you say before hanging up.

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[cloudcountry]

Auburnnnnn hiiii <3

Saw reqs open and decided to haul ass and annoy you

Can i ask for like, Riddle x GN!Reader (or Male if possible bc i wanna imagine my yuu lmao) as a Detective duo?

Thanks <33333

SUMMARY: Riddle and a Male!Reader search for the missing tart.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: you're not annoying me raptor >:((( AND OMG A MALE READER REQUEST IM SO EXCITED WHEN I GET THESE

When Riddle shows up at Ramshackle’s front door right after classes have ended for the day, you’re surprised to see him. Grim nearly causes you to fall on your ass when he bolts away from Riddle, the experience of being collared likely fresh in his mind.

“I hope you don’t mind me intruding, I know you’re a very busy student.” Riddle huffs, looking more upset than usual, “But someone stole one of Heartslabyul’s tarts. I’m sure you understand the importance of such a dish. We simply can’t proceed without it.”

You hum thoughtfully, pretending to contemplate his request. “Well, if you need detective work done I’m your guy.” you grin, “But I’m not doing it for free. A tart for a tart, Housewarden.” You take delight in watching his face burn red.

Riddle does agree, hissing something about how fair is fair and that he’s certain Trey could handle making another tart. Grim cheers at the prospect of sweet treats, and you scratch behind his ear before you follow Riddle out and to Heartslabyul.

You work your way around your main suspects, but all of them seem to have alibis. Trey makes a comment about how it’s really not a big deal, and before you can shut him down for the sake of your tart, Riddle does.

“He agreed to help bring the perpetrator to justice. His service is essential.” Riddle says, and that successfully stops any more opposition.

You look over the list of information you collected, all the alibis of “I was tending to the hedgehogs,” “I was super focused on my new hairstyle!! I didn’t have the time to steal the tart,” “I was with the flamingos with Heartslabyul Student F,” “I was helping the Vice Housewarden in the kitchen,” “I was helping Cater pick out a new hairstyle for the Unbirthday Party tomorrow—” Wait.

“Riddle, I know who did it.” you positively beam, elated that your detective work has led you somewhere, “Can you do me one last favor and get this student for me?”

Riddle always bursts into a flurry of rage when he sees the alibi you’ve singled out, and it doesn’t take any more convincing for him to drag over none other than Ace Trappola.

“Hey, what gives man?” Ace huffs, shooting you an irritated look. You click your tongue and show him your notepad, pointing to his alibi.

“You were helping Cater with his hair, correct?” you ask, lifting a single brow in inquiry.

Ace nods, clearly confused as to where you’re going with this. Riddle, to his credit, listens and waits for you to spell it out.

“I’ve helped Cater with his hair before. He spends thirty minutes blow drying, most of the time with his eyes closed and humming along to the music he blasts. Then, he brushes it out, which takes another five minutes. You would have had to sit through thirty five minutes of Cater paying attention to nothing but his hair. After you chose his hairstyle, you only had to be back in time for him to pick out accessories. Not only that, you’re a notorious troublemaker that has a knack for slipping out of place you’re supposed to be, like Orientation. And lastly, you’ve taken and eaten a tart before, so you have a track record for this sort of thing.” you ruffle his hair, an affectionate gesture to help soften the blow of his punishment, “Case closed, man. Sorry.”

“Ace?!” Riddle yells, face red as steam practically pours out of his ears.

You can only thank Riddle for the tart you’re about to get as Ace is collared. Totally worth it.

[foulfable]

@snuffk1t @thedemoninmywalls

prompt[s]: Melvin & Strade meeting at The Braying Mule for the first time, this was also after Mel got kicked out of his apartment for stealing money from his former roommate.

A/N: sorry if this is scuffed or cringe, i haven’t written since last year and i am using the Notes app. Please ignore any grammar mistakes, i am slightly dyslexic.

Fun game; take a shot every time i say “guy” or “man”, i promise you, you’ll wake up with a hangover.

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The bar was lively, filled with people chattering and a gleeful mood, the sound of glass clinking against the tables was a melody on its own, but it was barely noticeable. But not to Melvin, who opted to sitting in the far corner booth of the bar, who is perhaps zoning out? He was rethinking it all.

How he got to the Braying Mule.

Well- sort’ve. Nikki unintentionally may of helped him avoid jailtime, but Melvin still kicked out for maxxing out her card on his obsession and trying to beat Woundfucker88 in being top Donator to this guys snuff streams. Whatever his name was.

Melvin looked at his hands. Sure, it’s warm inside with people but he was so alone. So alone now. And it was his fault that he was alone. He was looking at the wood grains on the table, and wondering if he should find another job- but what? And how? He’d figure that out later, for now he put his head down and tired to take a nap, the noises of the other patrons filling the air.

Melvin wasn’t really paying attention, because who was gonna pay attention to the emo in the back of the bar who was totally alone and about to take the most comfortable nap of the world?

Well.. we know who.

“Hey there!” This random guy that we totally don’t know the name of said as he sat down in front of Melvin, startling him, the man had an infectious smile on his face and a thick accent.

The guy was tan, his hair medium length and brown, only getting deeper at the tips of his hair- his eyebrows were a bit bushy, and his eyes were golden, a bit hazel, but more on the golden side. The guy had a bit of stubble and a scar on his right[?] hand side. He was wearing this weird green-like color, perhaps sage green, button-up shirt, and a belt and khakis? Can they be called khakis if they weren’t even the color of khakis? What color what that? Melvin doesn’t know, hell, he was contemplating Mcdonalds or eating the free peanuts they had here.

Even if He may be too broke for Mcdonalds right now..

The guy placed a beer in front of the Amber Fox. Melvin raised an eyebrow. “You look down, this one’s on me.” Melvin looked down at the beer the guy placed in front of him. He blinked himself awake and stretched, he didn’t even fall asleep yet.

“Thanks a lot.” Melvin said, taking the beer without any second thought really. He had to stop himself from shotgunning down the drink-. “So.. what’s your name?” The.. man said, smiling and raising his eyebrow.

He looked the guy up and down, he seemed friendly enough. “Melvin, what’s your name, hot stuff?” He said, raising an eyebrow back at the guy. “Name’s Strade.” He was so cheerful, it was.. infectious in a way? Melvin honestly couldn’t tell if the drinks were finally getting to him or if he was just actually into this Strade guy.

“So, what’s your mind, liebling?” Was that German? Don’t think, just talk.

Melvin looked away from Strade “Just- i fucked up. I stole money from my roommate, maxxed out her credit card actually and she destroyed my laptop- long story short she kicked me out and now i’m homeless.” Strade frowned at him. “Yikes, want to talk until it’s off your mind?” He offered to the other. “So you’re completely homeless now?”

Melvin didn’t even look up “Yea, I guess.” “Sounds like a drag.” He smirked at the beastkin “It’s no surprise you are feeling a bit down.” Melvin sighed “Yea, but I’m starting to feel a bit better.” He smiled “I think it’s because of you.” Strade hummed.

“Hey, lebhaft. That’s what going to a bar is for, right?” Melvin looked down at his damn near empty beer. “You drink pretty quick.” Melvin blushed, and no it wasn’t from the alcohol. He looked up at Strade. “I do,” Melvin admitted “Thanks for noticing.”

Strade hummed and leaned into Melvin’s personal space a bit “that’s what coming to a bar is for, right?” Strade said, and Melvin chuckled to himself. “Yea..” he definitely didn’t come here every time he was having a rough time or was bored.. or both.

“So, what’s a handsome guy like you doing here alone, Strade?” Melvin asked, leaning into Strade’s space. The older man chuckled “I was looking for pretty things like you- what is your name?” Oh shit, yea. He can’t be flirting without introducing himself.

“Melvin. My name is Melvin.” Strade smirked “That suits you.” Melvin raised an eyebrow “thank you.”

Strade thought before looking at the other. “Do you want get out of here?” Strade started “Take a drive around town, maybe?”

Melvin couldn’t help but feel excited and agree. “Why not?” And he got up, Strade smirked, something different in his eyes. They walked out together.

The rest was history

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Once again sorry if this feels scuffed or rushed, i wrote these on an iPhone instead of a keyboard.

[j0kers-light]

His Lighthouse: Date Night (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Date Night - Oneshot

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KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A STORY UPDATE!

Hey hi loves! Remember Rules? This is a sequel to that oneshot! I realized I haven’t written a date scenario with Y/n and Joker. Gotta change that 🤭 So sit back and see what could possibly go wrong strolling around a street festival with your reckless lover.

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Your eyes wandered over to the window as the remnants of the sunset faded out of the sky. At this hour Grant Park should be empty but if you remembered correctly, they were sponsoring some kind of nightlife street festival this week to boost attraction to the area.

Suddenly an idea popped inside your head. It had been a while since you and J went on a date. And what could possibly go wrong strolling around a street festival with your madman of a lover?

You smiled to yourself and quickly tossed on a pair of jeans and a flimsy sweatshirt. You grabbed your phone and wallet from the nightstand before leaving your room.

The apartment was quiet as you stepped out into the hallway. You made it to Joker's threshold and caught him pacing and mumbling to himself.

You briefly picked up the words stupid and rules in between your name and sighs. It pained you to see J beating himself up for something that Barbara had already fixed.

You knocked on the open door, startling Joker a bit. He must've been deep in thought to not hear you.

"Hey.. um. I-I'm sorry for lashing out at you. I was stressed because of work and I.. I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

You walked up to Joker and gave him your best, I'm sorry puppyeyed look.

He couldn't hold it against you. He took out his frustration with work on you plenty of times. He was only trying to help relieve your stress by cleaning and made this worse. Both of you were in the wrong this time.

Joker wasn't going to verbally apologize though.

He just opened his arms for you to squeal and run into. A hug from Joker was a rare treat indeed. He hugged you super tight to the point it almost hurt. His actions always spoke louder than his words.

He was only trying to help; you meant the world to him.

Joker placed a soft kiss onto the crown of your head as you felt his deep voice ask. "Are ya going somewhere?"

You nodded and tilted your head back, gazing into pools of jade. His eyes were your favorite color now.

"Barbs restored my files and reminded me there's a street festival going on down at the park. I was wondering... if you w-wanted to go. With me. To the festival. Right now."

Joker snorted hearing you stumble over your words. It was so dorky yet indescribably you.

"Now?"

"Yeah! It's a night festival thingy. Food, music, carnival games and other stuff to promote attraction to the area. Not like we need any but.. um. D-Do you wanna go with me?"

Joker let you go to cover his mouth with his hand. He gasped like a schoolgirl hearing the biggest locker room rumor, "Bunny? Are you.. asking me out on a da-te?"

"See. I knew you'd make it weird." You were halfway to the door when Joker spun you around and stole a kiss.

He bent you almost backwards to chase after your lips and thank goodness you were flexible. He could seriously break someone's back playing around like that.

You were a little winded when he parted ways but Joker replied to you with no sweat. "Lead the way, doll."

It took Joker a minute to don a disguise and find his face mask to cover his scars, but the two of you rode the elevator down to the apartment lobby and walked out without being seen.

A quick jog across the street and further down, the Grant Park event schedulers had opened up the block-long festival to the public.

Just as you advertised, it was a nighttime event filled with bright lights, energetic music, and fun for all ages.

Children up way past their bedtime were screaming and laughing and running around with sticky hands whereas couples scrolled about, oohing and ahhing at the various food trucks and other attractions set up throughout the park.

The night was brisk on your arms but you could manage and for once the stars took centerstage in the sky despite Gotham City's heavy air pollution. Although you knew Joker hated PDA, you wrapped his arm around your shoulder and snuggled up to borrow some of his body heat.

J ran like a furnace and for once, he didn't mind the contact.

His eyes flickered down to your thin sweatshirt and huffed. If you got sick, he was not taking care of you.

He subconsciously tucked you in closer to him.

The two of you spent the first half hour walking around aimlessly, taking in the tasteful art pieces the event had on display. Some were up for sale and J noticed you eyeing a cultural piece longer than the others.

You glanced at the price and quickly ushered him along. You were so modest it was adorable.

"If you really want it doll, I can get it for ya."

You fixed him with an incredulous look. "Really?" You whispered and watched Joker nod.

"Mhm. For freeeee." He snickered when you rounded on him with a whine of his shortened name.

You swatted at his arm. "That's not funny. I thought you were being serious!"

You knew that was his trigger word. He grabbed your face to guide your attention towards his endless green eyes. "Hey. Look at me.." You blinked up at him in awe.

"Say the wo~rd... and it's yourss."

Joker slurred his words and like a flash of lightning, your gaze flickered down to his mouth hidden behind his mask. What you'd give to have it gone so you could kiss Joker properly..

He looked around for any prying eyes and was tempted to rip it off so that he could kiss you, but your stomach growled, thus ruining the moment.

Joker arched an eyebrow at the whale sound and you verbally cringed in embarrassment. "I haven't eaten yet."

My, how quickly Joker's mood could change! One minute he was ready to kiss you, the next he was staring at you with murderous intent. How many times had he punished you for not eating? One too many.

You frantically looked around hoping that something in the immediate vicinity suited your taste buds before Joker dragged you back to the apartment kicking and screaming.

He would tie you down and forcibly feed you, no doubt about it. He'd done it before. One time he fed you too much that you became nauseous and allof his efforts were for naught.

Just thinking about that messy memory had you ready to settle for anything. Thankfully you saw a Falafel stall up ahead and tugged Joker over.

And just in time. He was ready to haul you over his shoulder and leave.

He was still upset but watched you order something to snack on with rapt attention. It looked unappetizing but you popped it in your mouth and moaned at the taste.

He knew that moan very well.

"Is it really thaT good Sugar or are ya mocking me?" Joker purred into your ear.

You flushed hearing his suggestive tone but you popped a piece of Falafel into his mouth while he had the mask momentarily tipped down.

He jerked away, chewing robotically and you laughed at his bewildered face as he processed the strange taste.

"What is that?"

You giggled. "Deep fried chickpeas. It's quite popular in the Middle East. Judging by your face, you don't like it."

He dragged you down to a vendor who was selling refreshments and ordered a strawberry lemonade to wash down the unknown taste in his mouth. You laughed as Joker gulped down two cups until he kissed you and slipped a strawberry chunk into your mouth with his tongue.

Joker smirked as you chewed the fruit in silence. He had interesting ways of shutting you up...

You kind of wanted him to do that again.

Joker fished around in his pockets for something as you continued eating in between taking sips of his lemonade. It was too sweet for your liking but this was Joker's here.

He probably ate sugar straight out of the bag.

Although sweets weren’t his only vice. He found what he was looking for and stepped off to the side to light up a cigarette. You frowned at J for smoking in the park but he'd done far worse in his lifetime. Littering was the lesser of his many greater offenses.

This section of the park was scarce so Joker could enjoy a few minutes to himself and you got to see the plumes of smoke escape his mouth like a roaring dragon.

When was watching someone smoke considered hot?

Joker made the unhealthy habit sexy, especially when he locked eyes with you and exhaled through his nose. Joker practically blended in the darkness yet you weren't afraid when those sultry jade eyes of his glowed so intensely at you. They would be your undoing someday.

You didn't know eyes could be so green until you met Joker. His were so animated they were inhuman at times.

"Ya likin' the show, Princess?"

Curse this man and his plethora of pet names!

You coughed into your fist and distracted yourself by scrolling on your phone while he finished smoking, all with a smirk on his face. You had finished eating and were waiting on J when you got distracted by his smoking.

And he easily became distracted by you. Joker dragged his eyes from your messy curls down to your mix match-colored chucks.

Did you do that intentionally or was it just another careless Y/n decision? The world may never know.

There were so many quirks about you that were purely accidental, so he let this one fall into that category. He finished his smoke (and tossed the bud in the trash under your watchful eye) and ushered you along back to the festival with an arm thrown over your shoulder.

The two of you continued walking further into the park where carnival-like games and booths were set up to entertain the masses.

You eyed a canal of goldfishes and the display of colorful masks hanging above it when a boisterous voice a few booths down startled you.

"Step on up! Knock down three piles of bottles in a row and win a prize!" The vendor waved at a few kids who rose to the challenge but failed on the first try.

Others tried as well but no one got past the second stack.

You and Joker were strolling by when the vendor shouted at J. "How about you sir?! Care to win a prize for the pretty lady?" He dragged his eyes up and down your form and Joker definitely noticed.

Wrong move buddy. Joker was out for blood after seeing someone openly ogle you in such a way.

You grabbed a hold of his arm and tried saving the poor guy's life by removing Joker from the scene. "Let's just go, J.."

He grumbled and stepped forward. The stare down they had was insane. No surprise, Joker won. "How much?"

The booth attendant cleared his throat before answering. "$3 for three tries."

Joker fished out a five from his pocket and waited for the vendor to explain the rules and dole out the balls used for the game.

You stood off to the side as Joker tossed a ball in the air to get a feel of its weight. He then squinted at the bottles stacked a few yards away and hummed to himself. You and the vendor looked on in silence.

You were the one who broke it. "J, you don't have to win me anything. This evening was just to get us out of the apartment."

"Shhh."

Alrighty then. You knew that tone.

Joker was in his 'do not disturb, I'm focused' mode. Once he got like this, he wouldn't hear a word you said until he completed his task.

The madman was laser focused on the task ahead so you rolled your eyes at his snippy tone and watched how this would unfold. You were secretly watching Joker's biceps as he prepared to pitch. You were so distracted that you didn't see the throw itself.

The ball flew through the air like a rocket and hit the first stack of bottles on the first try. The impact cracked two of them and the vendor blinked in shock at the level of strength displayed.

You were in shock too as Joker tilted his head and accessed the second pile like he didn't just destroy the set up.

He had tunnel vision right now. His main focus was how to win this stupid game and shove it in the guy's face. That'll teach him some manners. No one calls you pretty except him.

He imagined the bottles were the vendor's face.

Joker reeled his hand back to hit the second shot. It too fell in one swoop with a few of the bottles falling off the pedestal and shattering as it hit the ground.

You facepalmed at Joker's unnecessary use of force. This is why you couldn't take him anywhere. No home training.

You eyed the booth owner who was looking rather smug before averting your attention back to Joker as the last pile of bottles loomed ahead. This one had a dozen stacked in a pyramid and was the farthest away. Joker was confident in this throw but right before he tossed it, his gaze flickered over to the owner's smug grin.

Something was up. This would be too easy otherwise. J snorted to himself and corrected his aim to hit the back of the wall instead.

Before it got there, the vender spoke up, as if he already knew the outcome. "Sorry pal, you missed. Want to try ag–"

"You hit it J! You won!" You shouted and attracted a crowd who investigated your excitement. No one had won the game yet so it was quite the big deal.

"Huh? That's impossible!" The guy almost gave himself a hernia until he looked over and sure enough, Joker purposely hit the wall to ricochet the ball of it to knock the bottles down from behind.

How Joker managed to notice the front of the bottles were glued together was anyone's guess but seeing your joy as he won was worth the trouble.

His pretty girl was smiling and praising him for a job well done.

You were still jumping up and down as Joker scanned the prizes hanging up and yanked one down. The poor vendor was checking his rigged setup, still in disbelief to care.

"A bunny for a bunny." Joker presented a plush rabbit with adorable floppy ears to you. You instantly fell in love.

"Awwwww! It's so cute!" You beamed. It was almost as big as you with soft brown fur and a delicate bow around its neck.

"Just like you." Joker whispered to himself.

Thankfully you didn't hear him. "Keep the uhhh change." He mentioned to the still confused worker before steering you away from the booth. The guy could use the extra two dollars.

The gathered crowd let you both by as they demanded their money back from the rigged game.

You were walking towards the festival exit and held your prize out at arm’s length in awe. "Thank you for winning him, J! I think I'm gonna call him.. Jack." You laughed. "Yeah, Jack is perfect."

You failed to notice Joker tensing up next to you.

His eyes stared you down like a hawk. How blissfully naïve you were, but he couldn't help but admire your happiness radiating from you like a beacon. It settled his nerves just a tad. There was no way you knew..

He scratched his neck and looked away as you cuddled your new best friend.

"I uh.. hmm. I li-ke that name, Y/n." He uttered. You smiled up at Joker.

"Yeah? It's simple but so profound. A strong name indeed for such a striking fellow."

What were you going on about?

Joker quickly grabbed your hand so you didn't get hit by a car as you blindly walked across the street. Sometimes he hated how ditzy you could be.

Did you seriously value some overstuffed toy more than your own safety? Joker led you across the busy street since your attention was focused on Jack and not on your surroundings.

The second the two of you safely walked into the apartment lobby, he spoke up.

"Striking fellow? Don'T tell me you're talking about this.. thing." He swiped your keycard against the terminal to call the afterhours lift.

The elevator doors dinged open and you stepped inside still holding onto your bunny as Joker walked in and mashed the top floor button.

"Jack is not a thing, J. Don't get all jealous over the very prize you won for me. I can't wait to sleep with—"

"That... That is noT sleeping in the, uhh.. same bed as us. Ugh, I should've picked a different prize." Joker mumbled to himself as you laughed in the small elevator.

It was one of his favorite sounds but he was not jealous over a stupid toy.

Joker's eyes became lidded watching you finally turn and give him some attention. You let go of Jack to pull Joker closer to kiss him. He backed you into the mirrored walls and claimed your mouth for his own. He'd been wanting to do this all night.

The only sound in the elevator was your muffled moans until a soft ding signaled the arrival to the twelfth floor.

"This is us.." You sighed.

Us. The word echoed in the lift and the meaning sat heavy in the air.

"Mhm. We should do, uhh, outings like this more often, my Light." Joker said in between more kisses. He held his arm out to stop the doors from closing but never looked away from you.

"Even the d__n lift wants this night to end.."

You snorted at that. "Our date isn't over yet J. How about we spend the rest of it inside?" You rubbed his scars with your thumb and leaned up to kiss them softly. Joker melted in your embrace from it.

"You.. me.. and a king sized bed.." you pulled back to pretend to think. "..and didn't you mention you wanted to try something new the other day? Something with rope?"

He proposed the idea of shibari to you a week ago but you weren't so sure. Apparently you had time to think it over.

Joker growled and picked you up as if you weighed a feather. He was on a mission, headed to your front door when, in between giggles, you called out for J to save Jack from the elevator.

"Uhhh I'll get him later, or never. I got a real bunny that wants to be tied up." Joker entered your apartment with you bursting with excitement in his arms.

You loved date nights with J.

[kitkat-moon]

okay so you may not be interested in this but hey here’s some information about an under appreciated woman ! (that’s always great)

SO. Alice Ball. She was an African American woman born in the late 1800s and received multiply degrees in different subjects including a masters degree from the university of hawaii, making her the first african american woman to do so (at least from that school). while studying in hawaii, she did research on chaulmoogra trees because it had recently been discovered that the oil from these trees was used as a cure for hansens disease (or leprosy), but the solutions that had been discovered came with their own problems and side affects. but when alice was 23, she came up with her own technique now called The Ball Method which made the oil into a water-soluble solution for injection. unfortunately before she could fully complete her research and share it with the world, she passed away due to chlorine gas inhalation in a demonstration (though her death certificate says tuberculosis). shortly after she died, a man named Arthur L. Dean discovered her work since he was a teacher at the university where she’d been doing the research. he continued Alice’s work and published the findings without crediting her in anyway, completely stealing her work, even calling it the Dean Method. luckily, in 1922, a mentor of Alice’s, Harry Holloway published an article crediting Alice and making it known that Dean stole her work. twenty years later, a chaulmoogra tree was planted in front of the University of Hawaii with a plaque dedicated to Alice Ball and that same year, February 29th was dedicated to her memory (which is kinda unfair but okay..). Then about 90 years after her death she was awarded the Regents’ Medal of Honor by the university of hawaii sorry if this was too much or boring at all- i’ve done several reports on her because i think she deserves more recognition bcuz yeah

I think this is amazing!! :)

Not what I was expecting when u said an ‘info dump’ but it’s still great!

I’m a little busy so I skimmed through it currently, but I wanted to post it for others to read too! (And I’m gonna go back and reread it when I get the free time bc yes ma’am)

Anyways, thank you! And for all I care you can send me as many as you want of these lol

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Heaven Can't Wait: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: Castiel goes on his first date since... ever. While helping him get ready for that, you have a case to deal with that directly involves angels. What can go wrong?

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

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Having Castiel only three and a half hours away is convenient because you get to visit him when you want without having to be too far from the Bunker. Castiel is settling in nicely. He loves the house you got for him, and he even got a job at a Gas'n'Sip. It's not much, but he seems happy with what he has.

You're leaning on the counter while slurping up a slushie. Next to you are some chips you bought, and you pop one into your mouth while Castiel does his job. The gas station isn't busy, so he's free to talk and hang out with you.

"How do you like it here?"

"It's nice. I'm getting by. There are challenges, of course, but I can handle it."

"Being human isn't all that bad, but I like you better as an angel. I'm going to do whatever I can to help you get your grace back."

"I appreciate that," he nods.

"So, I kind of did something that might have pissed Dean off..."

"What did you do?"

Castiel looks over at two men who are laughing at the coffee stand. One of them stirs his coffee with a stir stick, and Castiel can't help but mimic their actions.

"We were on a hunt, and there was this child whose parents died, and I kind of took him in. Like, to adopt."

"You stole a child?"

"No, Castiel, you should have been there. This kid needs me as much as I need him. His name is Noah, and he's ten. I asked Dean for a week to try and change his mind, but I don't want to force him to do something he doesn't want to do. He hasn't told him to leave yet, so I think that's good. I'd like for you to meet him."

"I'd like that too," Castiel smiles.

The man stirring his coffee licks his stir stick and tosses the stick into the trash can. Castiel does the same thing while watching the two men. You chuckle at his behavior and touch his arm to snap him out of the trance.

"You don't need to copy them. Just be yourself," you whisper.

A delivery man walks through the front door with a cart full of items, and he greets Castiel with a smile.

"Morning, Steve."

You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion, but you don't say anything about it. He drops a load of newspapers on the counter before leaving. Castiel sighs and begins unbinding them for the stand.

"Steve?" you ask and lean against the counter next to him.

"I figured it'd be smart not to use my real name."

"Fair point."

"Sorry, I'm late." You look up to see the manager of the place, Nora, walk in with a tired look on her face. Castiel tenses when she approaches, but he smiles at her nonetheless. "I had to drop the baby off at daycare, then hit every red light on the way here," she looks around the store with a smile, "but guess I shouldn't have worried. The place looks great. Coffee urns?"

"Full."

"Dairy case?"

"Stocked."

"Okay, Steve, last question. Where have you been all my life? You're not like the other sales associates. There's something different about you."

"I can assure you, there's not."

"I know these things. You're... special."

She walks past him into the back room, and Castiel watches her go with a longing in his eyes.

"You should go for it," you say, causing him to jump at the sound of your voice. "You're hot, and she's an idiot if she doesn't see what an amazing guy you are."

Castiel blushes deeply at your compliment. He moves the newspapers to the stand, but pauses when he reads the headline "LOCAL MAN PRESUMED DEAD" with the subheader "Fourth unexplained disappearance in weeks". There is a photo attached to the picture of the most recent victim.

"Look at this. I think this might be up your alley."

You take the newspaper and read the article knowing this is something related to monsters.

"I should probably go and let Dean know."

Castiel walks over to the slushie machine to clean it, but it starts to spurt everywhere on him and the ground. You feel so bad for him, but you know Dean would kill you if you brought him back to the Bunker. You walk over to the machine and touch the side of it so your magic fixes it. After making sure no one is looking, you clean up the mess with your magic as if it never happened.

"Keep your head up, Castiel. I'll be in contact." You lean up and kiss his cheek. "Make a move on that woman. You might thank me later."

You leave his side to start the journey back to the Bunker, and Castiel watches you leave with a small smile on his face. He touches the area where you kissed him in thought. You get back to the Bunker in record time, and it's like nothing changed since you left.

Sam and Kevin are still working on translating the angel tablet, and Dean and Noah are sitting at a different table working over a gun.

"Now that all the parts are out, I want you to put them together as fast but as accurately as you can. Remember what I showed you before?"

"I got it," Noah says, grabbing the gun. He quickly puts the gun back together--faster than you've seen a ten-year-old do. "That easy."

Noah looks a lot better than when you picked him up. After a nice shower, some proper food, and two nights of sleep makes him look his age. He looks happier and more comfortable with you, Sam, and Dean.

"How did you do that?"

"I played a lot of video games. My dad yelled at me for choosing violent games, but I got good at it."

This is exactly what you wanted to happen. They're bonding, which will make it a lot harder for Dean to say no. You didn't want to manipulate him into Noah staying, but you haven't felt this passionate about something since your kids were born. Zeus and Colonel are lying by Dean and Noah just watching them.

"Hi, my babies," you grin and kiss both of their heads. "Did you two find anything?"

There are pictures of red and black drawings with words, cryptic symbols, and numbers.

"Kevin gave us doodles," Sam sighs.

"It's cuneiform. I hit a wall translating the tablet into English, but I found an ancient codex linking the Angel script to proto-Elamite cuneiform. Then, I was able to translate the tablet and the footnotes into Elamite, which is extinct."

"Can you read it?" you ask.

"No one can. Scholars have tried for centuries."

"So, it's a dead end?

"Not quite," Kevin stutters. "Most proto-Elamite is abstract, but I was able to decipher one phrase from Metatron's footnotes. 'Falling angels'."

"Okay, so, the footnotes refer to Metatron's spell?"

"Maybe."

"If we can decipher the footnotes, then maybe we can reverse the spell and put everyone back in Heaven."

Sam gathers more books to look through, and you can see Dean's eyes gloss over in boredom. He'll leave the reading to Kevin and Sam. There's a more pressing issue than deciphering the Angel tablet.

"Dean, can I have a word?" Dean let Noah practice on the gun knowing the bullets are safe. They don't have any gunpowder in them, so the gun won't go off if he accidentally shoots it. You take Dean off to the side and present the newspaper to him.

"I got this from Castiel. I was with him all morning. There are four missing people in Rexford. They're presumed dead but no bodies have been released to their loved ones. Plus, there were reports of a strange substance at the scenes. It's only two hours from here. We can swing by to get Castiel."

Dean gathers your things while you explain to Sam and Kevin what is going on. Dean comes back with two duffel bags in his hands, just as you get done explaining.

"Wait, he said nothing about where he is or what he's been doing?"

Dean doesn't want Sam to know where Castiel is because Ezekiel will leave Sam and potentially kill him.

"This is Cas. In case you forgot, he's not exactly Chatty Cathy."

"So, what are you two even doing? This is barely a case."

"That's why we're going to go check it out. It's only a couple of hours away. We're not going to waste manpower if it turns out to be nothing," you point out.

"In other words, a perfect excuse to bail out on research," Kevin says.

"Yes, Kevin. Exactly," you roll your eyes and turn to Noah. "Stay here. We'll call when we get there."

"I want to go with you. Please?"

"Bring the kid," Dean shrugs.

"Fine. Pack some clothes."

Noah gets up excitedly and rushes to his room to gather whatever he can. He comes back ten minutes later with a backpack filled to the brim with things. The girls are still sleeping, so you'll let Sam and Kevin watch over them along with the two dogs.

Dean wants to keep Castiel out of this as much as he can, so you head to Rexford without him. By the time you get there, you and Dean are dressed in your FBI clothing, and Noah is dressed in the nicest clothing he has. He stays by Dean the whole time, and you watch with a smile.

He really looks up to him, and he hasn't even been with you for a week.

The local sheriff met you outside of the crime scene. Joe, the person who died mysteriously, was staying in a cabin on the outskirts of town. As soon as the sheriff sees Noah, he shakes his head and heads over.

"This is no place for a child, ma'am."

Blue magic swirls at your fingertips, and the sheriff's eyes flash the same color.

"He can be here. Now, why don't you focus on telling us what's going on here? There have been four missing people?"

"Four dead. I just got confirmation."

The sheriff escorts you closer to the cabin but not yet inside.

"Are there any common threads you can think of that link the four victims?"

"Well, Joe in there had the suicide hotline on speed dial. The gal before him was a shut-in. She had enough antidepressants in her medicine cabinet to stock a pharmacy. The first victims were a married couple out of Sugar City. They're pretty much a walking billboard for no-fault divorce."

"Were they all basket cases?"

"If you asked me to make a list of this county's saddest sacks, these four would've been right on top."

"So, you have four unhappy people with one of them being suicidal. Why did you rule out suicide?"

"You're going to want to put these on."

The sheriff hands you, Dean, and Noah a pair of gloves before taking you inside the cabin. The entire inside of the cabin is awash with pink spray paint, and someone wearing a hazmat white plastic suit is kneeling on the floor scraping evidence. Upon closer examination, you realize that it isn't spray paint... it's blood, guts, and everything else that was Joe. You turn Noah away from the danger, but he manages to still take a peek.

"Does this look like suicide to you?"

"Is this blood?"

"If the tests come back the same as the others, it's everything--blood, skin, hair, nails, internal organs, and even clothing fibers. It's like these poor souls got shoved through the world's finest wood chipper."

"What about witnesses?"

"It's the same as the rest. Neighbors reported some kind of a pink flash. By the time we got here, all that was left was this."

"We should go to Castiel. He might be able to help," you whisper as you head back to the car.

"Yeah, probably."

Castiel is only five hours from where you are, but when you get there, you don't automatically walk inside. You want to check in with Sam and see how the Angel tablet is coming along. Right in front of you is the Gas 'n' Sip that Castiel works in, and you can see him talking to someone inside. You take out your phone to call Sam, and Noah tugs on Dean's sleeve.

"Let's play."

Noah takes out a football he stored away in his backpack, and Dean looks at you in thought. What would a five minute break do? Dean shrugs and takes the ball before putting some distance between himself and Noah.

"Hey," you say once he answers. "How is it going?"

"We're almost through the texts over here, but we got nothing."

"Have you tried Professor Morrison?"

"Yeah, he's unreachable. He took a sabbatical to live amongst the Trobrianders of Papua New Guinea. Needless to say, we're pretty burnt."

"I hate that I'm even suggesting this, but you can use Crowley. If we have him chained up, may as well use him."

"It's worth a shot, I guess."

"Just be careful, okay? Don't let Kevin get himself in trouble."

"Noted. So, what about you two? How's Cas' lead panning out?"

"Four victims suddenly exploded. We tried EMF, hex bags, and sulfur. We can't find anything."

"Spontaneous combustion? Maybe the Thule?"

"That's what Dean thought, but he ruled them out. The bodies were vaporized not burned."

"That sounds like a real case. Y/N, I should be there."

"Look, give us a couple more hours, and if we still can't figure it out, then you can come down here. Right now, Dean and I have this. Okay?"

"Yeah, fine."

You hang up and turn to look at your husband. He and Noah are chasing each other on the small field while tossing the football to each other. All Dean needed was time with Noah, and he'd fall in love with the idea of another child regardless of how he came to be.

"Dean, we should go," you call out after giving them five more minutes.

Dean and Noah jog across the street to you, and you place Noah's backpack in the car since he won't need it in here. You grab his hand and walk inside the gas station with your husband.

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[siriuslysatorusimping]

I just read your response to my ask and dude, I really like your reasoning for the open ending.

Hi, I’m Rai and imma trauma dump real quick if that’s chill.

I ended an engagement this year. It was a shaky engagement anyways, but I was in love and genuinely thought I was gonna spend the rest of my life with this guy. And then he stole my credit card. He lied about a bunch of stuff related to money and illness. He lied to his friends about me- said I cheated on him, told people we were married and had a kid, stole money from other people.

I don’t expect an apology or reconciliation from him and at this point I want nothing to do with him. If he pulled a Gojo and showed back up begging to explain, I’d probably fight the urge to spit in his face and tell him to fuck off. And then I’d leave an never look back.

I’ve had relationships that had bad moments that I’d have given anything to try and work out, but if it wasn’t mutual than nothing was gonna come of it.

So your ending on this one resonated a hell of a lot. Rinko’s hesitation and closed off demeanor in the beginning hit a nerve that I’ve still been processing. So while part of me wants happy endings for these idiots always, I really really love this take. I keep saying how real your writing feels, and I think this and your OG works really showcase what a versatile fucking author you are, Kiko 💚

First of all, Rai, WOW. Just, wow. You are incredibly strong and I am so sorry you had to go through all of that.

I hate that you went through all of that because it's so incredibly fucked up.

ANOTHER RANT BELOW THE CUT BECAUSE I GUESS I'M IN A RANTING MOOD TODAY 🙃

I hate that, for the sake of the pain you went through, you were hurt so deeply that it was irreparable. I hate that you had to endure that pain.

Emotions, or really humans, are so complex and messy. We love so deeply, even when it's someone who doesn't deserve it, because that's just not how love and emotions work. They aren't logical. Our minds and hearts can't just look at someone we love and immediately flip a switch just because they hurt us. It's part of being human. It's part of living. So, I understand where you're coming from on all counts.

Something I also struggle with is the distinction between someone's actions versus who they are. A good person doing a bad thing and vice versa. My mind fights with itself because I am a very empathetic person. I can usually look at a situation from the other person's perspective and understand what led them there. BUT I still struggle with the idea of "you did a horrible thing, so you're now a horrible person." or "you did a good thing, so you must be a good person." because that just isn't true. People are not perfect. They make mistakes. They fuck up royally, and sometimes it's too much to be forgiven, and sometimes it isn't. But people are people. They're messy and damaged and beautiful and sometimes they're literally just assholes who don't deserve the time it would take to discard them (like your ex. Is it too soon for me to say that? He sounds like a pile of garbage, but I feel like that's more of an insult to the garbage)

I'm glad that you were able to get away, to get out, and I hope you're able to find a better happiness without that toxicity in your life 🩷

Thank you for sharing your perspective and experiences! I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day 💕💕😊

[whatachillkillyeri]

@sanazakis imma be as nice a possible

Honey, I hope you know plagiarism isn’t cute. It’s lazy, disrespectful and fucking stupid. Especially when you claim it as urs.

You said and I quote “i've had this in my drafts like forever but i never really had any motivation to finish it so... here it is finally “ had what in ur drafts. Dust?

BITCH IT’S WAS ON AO3 . An app most people on here use too. If you had the brains you would know that shit.

Them authors that you stole from put their sweat, tears and blood on their fics . Going out of their day to make it . And for u to fuck it up. Copying it without no credit. You didn’t even re worded it, just change the characters.

I really hope that this teach you a damn lesson and that you at least apologize and delete them fics.

Also I’m so so sorry for the author’s work that got stolen from her. (Y’all fics are truly amazing and I’m sad that someone had to fuck it up.)

[lizzypotter14]

The Places in Which You Find Love

Conversations that you have with your friends, especially those at night, can provide you with so many ideas for a fic.  This is one of them.  Thank you @swimmingismywholelife for the inspiration, and to @chelseagirl98 for let me bounce my ideas,  Puligirls this one if for you.

warning: fluff

It is great to be back home, and do ordinary things without being mobbed, asked for autographs, or slipping a piece of paper with ‘call me’  and a phone number on it, in your hands or car.  I love the fans but sometimes I just need to decompress after a game, especially a tough one.

Tonight, is just  another gorgeous summer night in Hershey, Pennsylvania. Most of the  day,  I had been hanging out with friends, catching up with our lives, and making plans for my time after nations league camp and games.  The only discomfort of the night was the constant questions of ‘what’s next’ or ‘do you know what your next move will be’ coming from people that suddenly remember me from high school, but never really gave me the time of the day back then.  My real friends, the ones that had been with me from the start, know how uncomfortable that made me and were not surprised when I excused myself and took my leave from them.

Leaving the get together to head home, I made an impulsive decision, and took a quick stop to the McDonald’s drive thru.  The one closest to home has just been recently remodeled and now has two drive-through lanes. As it was Friday night, and one of the few places open after eleven pm, both lanes were quite busy.  I found myself in the right lane ,placing a simple order of large fries and a Coke, which I think I can indulge on before getting back to a strict diet and watching what I am eating. As I started moving forward, the car on my left side moved, cutting me off completely.  The funny thing about the entire situation was that I got cut and still got the horn blared at me.  Shaking  my head, I can just stare at the car approaching the pay window, a slender set of fingers passing a credit card to the attendant and heading afterwards to the next window to receive their meal.

To make matters even more crazy, not only I was cut off by the mysterious driver, but also my order went to them.  The teenager at the window recognized me when I pulled in and, after asking me for an autograph, politely requested me to park in one of the number spots, so they could trade my order with the previous car.

“Don’t worry about it.  I see that they have parked too so I just going to exchange things myself”

“Are you sure, Mr. Pulisic?  It is not a problem for us to do it”.

“No worries.  Don’t want to cause any hold ups during a busy night.  Thanks”.

As I parked next to the other vehicle, I exited the car while the other driver did the same.  A heavy but sweet accent follows the female figure approaching me.

“I apologized as I seemed to have taken your order.  Also, I cut you off and I know it was my fault but I’m just starving and got off from work and…”

“Whoa! Slow down.  You seemed stressed”.

“I…” and that was when she finally lifted her face to properly look at me.  I can see the moment that she realizes who she has been talking to.

“You are Christian Pulisic”.

“Yes, I am.  But we seem to be at a disadvantage.  You know my name, but I don’t know yours”.

Extending her hand towards me, she just said “hi, I am y/n y/l.  Nice to meet you.  And again, so sorry for taking your order, and cutting you off”.

Chuckling, I just stared at her.  She was easy to look at.  Medium length brown hair, caramel eyes, and a ready and shy smile.  This situation was refreshing to be completely honest.

“Nice to meet you too, and please stop apologizing and don’t worry about it”.

“Here’s your order.  I think I stole some fries before realizing that the order wasn’t mine”.

“And here is yours.  If you don’t mind me asking, would you like to go somewhere nearby and eat our food together?” I really don’t know where this bravado to ask came from, but it was out before I had the time to process it.

She just stared at me for a long time, and when I was giving up about receiving an answer, and ready to take it all back, she simply said “lead the way”, and turned around to get back in her car.

I don’t know what is going on with me, as this is as far from character as I am, but I got into my car, and after making sure that she was following me drove towards a park close by.  I waited for her to park next to me before leaving my car and heading to a picnic table.

“Do you do things like this with every girl that you just meet?”

“No.  If I’m honest, this is my first time”.

“Do you expect me to believe you?”

Getting extremely closer to her, I whispered “I do”.

I can feel her staring straight into my soul looking for an answer.  I guessed I passed when she finally sat down, opened her bag, and said, “you sound and look sincere enough”.

“Glad you approved” I said, finally sitting opposite her.

At first, we ate quietly, and slowly we started talking. It was refreshing and unique.  I opened more to this stranger than I had done with my family and friends, and I had the feeling that she felt the same way.  I learned that she was in her last year of college and that this summer she was working, remote, with a sports agency, and when we bumped into each other, she had just come back home from a trip to see a prospect at a Triple A team nearby.

We lost track of time, and before we knew it,  I checked my phone just to see that it was 3:30 am. I couldn’t believe how much we covered in the short amount of time; I feel like I have known her my entire life and we were just catching up.  Do not want the night, or morning, to be over.

“Christian…”

“Just Chris”.

“Chris, we should leave, not that I want to do it. This is the best time I had in a very long time, but I bet this was not in your radar, and you have things to do later”, she said picking our trash and dropping everything in the trash can. 

 “You are right, but can I asked you something before we go?”

“Sure”.

“I would love to have your number and continue hanging out with you and exploring this”.

“I-I will love that too”.

We exchanged numbers and agreed to meet later in the day.

The next couple of weeks passed too quickly for my licking and before I knew it, it was time to head for camp.  Normally, I enjoyed this time, as I get to hangout with some of my favorite people but for some reason, this time felt different.

I found myself hanging out with y/n, the day before leaving and she looks so sad.

“Are you okay? You seemed upset”.

“Not upset.  Sad is the right word.  I had spent so much time with you and your friends, that I find myself dreading the next couple of weeks when you will be away”.

“I feel the same.  I know this is early but, would you… can we…

”Spelled it out, Chris”.

“Would you like to take this, us, a little more seriously?”

“Like…”

“You are going to make me say it”.

“Yes”.

“Cruel but here it goes.  I know this is way too early, and maybe cliché, but I do  not want us to stop seeing each other or stop talking. We can take it as slow as we want, but I would love to give this, us a try”

“Are you sure?’

“Never surer of anything in my life.  Would you go, with me, in this adventure?”

Approaching me slowly, she put her arms on my neck and pulling me closer, she kissed me slowly and deeply.  Can’t believe that an unexpected detour brought into my life one of the best things so far.

@swimmingismywholelife @chelseagirl98 @lovelynikol16 @thoseboysinblue @bracedes @mortirolo @neverinadream @notsoattractivearenti @pulisicsgirl @masonsrem @masonspulisic

[honestandrandom]

HOW HAVE I NOT HEARD ABOUT THIS UNTIL RECENTLY??? IT CAME OUT LAST YEAR AND NO ONE TOLD ME???

Watching this new Transformers movie made me realize that I do in fact still have a huge crush on Bumblebee. I’m so not sorry for saying this out loud. 10-year-old me calling Bumblebee “cute,” and then proceed to have a crush on the sentient yellow robot for years.

I enjoyed watching this movie, and the fact that this is the sequel to the Bumblebee movie that came out in 2018 proved that this new Transformers movie has zero connection to the previous 5 Transformers movies. The Bayverse Transformers franchise is dead, and thank goodness this new Transformers franchise is a complete reboot which started from the Bumblebee movie.

I could never forgive Bay for what he had done to Transformers. I hope the new Transformers franchise would be better than what Bay did. The Bumblebee movie still remain superior to me for a lot of reasons.

As for Rise of the Beasts, it was an enjoyable movie but I still doesn’t like how it took place on Earth. I wish the settings would be on Cybertron because those 3 minutes opening scene in Bumblebee movie was so epic. But I also understand why this movie had to take place on Earth, after all based on the Bumblebee movie’s credit scene the autobots all arrived on Earth.

As for the human characters, well I do not find them unlikable but they just aren’t written so well in my honest opinion. I still find Charlie from Bumblebee movie a lot better actually. And thank goodness for few human characters now because the robots have more screen time which I and most Transformers fans have been wanting for years, but the G.I. Joe crossover would definitely have more human characters in the next movie and I honestly doesn’t like it one bit. I’m still not sure how they would handle the crossover.

This movie also clearly trying to make Mirage as the new fan-favorite autobot but I’m not feeling it at all. The writers definitely tried to give Mirage the Bumblebee treatment but it’s not easy to just dethrone Bumblebee. I liked Mirage and he’s funny but still I couldn’t find something special about him that would make him be the next big fan-favorite character.

The scene where Scourge killed Bumblebee was also a way for the writers to give more spotlight to Mirage by keeping Bumblebee dead for half of the movie. The moment Bee came back to life (thanks to the raw energon that resurrected him), Bee immediately stole the spotlight from Mirage. I don’t think there are characters that could rival the popularity of Bumblebee and Optimus Prime. I hope the writers won’t try to kill Bee again, he’s Hasbro’s money-maker and is way too important to them just like how he is also too important to Optimus, plus his popularity is way too big. Killing him off permanently is a bad decision.

Also, when will Bee going to get his voice back? I need Ratchet to do whatever he can to make Bee able to talk without having to use the radio. I need Dylan O’Brien back to voice Bee just like he did in the Bumblebee movie. His voice is perfect for Bee, really captured the young and heroic character that Bee is.

Lastly, Charlie not coming back in this movie saddens me. I loved seeing her and Bee, and them parting ways at the end of the Bumblebee movie hurts me. I hope they get to reunite in the next movie. Would be cool for her to meet Noah too, and him being so surprise seeing another human who is also a friend to an autobot. The fact that Optimus said to Bee, “I know one who was good to you” after Optimus said he couldn’t trust humans then Bee said that they are his friends, means Bee told Optimus about Charlie. I wish there’s a deleted scene showing Bee telling Optimus about her.

This movie was epic and yet scary because I feared for the autobot’s lives here. I truly wanted them to survive and glad that they did despite the villains in this movie are stronger. I also wonder what happened to Sector 7 from the Bumblebee movie? The last time we see of them, they were still looking for Bee and Charlie due to some misunderstandings but Agent Burns let them go after warning them that his friends are looking for them.

Final one, I swear…I’m excited to see the next installment and hope the crossover will go smoothly. This is the thing that took me by surprise because I didn’t expect it at all. The credit scene with Noah’s friend was hilarious but I guess the friend will join Noah to help the autobots?!

[lothiriel84]

The Serenity of Her Countenance

Mr and Mrs Bingley visit Pemberley. The Darcys do their utmost to restore the happiness of a most beloved sister.

A Pride and Prejudice ficlet. Aroace spectrum!Darcy, alloromantic asexual!Jane.

Jane knew well enough they couldn’t defer their visit without causing her sister to worry; still, she held very little hope of said sister failing to notice the unprecedented awkwardness between husband and wife, regardless of their combined efforts to act as if nothing of importance had happened.

Therefore, she was not at all surprised when Elizabeth promptly stole her away with the excuse of showing her the newly refurbished nursery, and all but demanded to be told the exact nature of their disagreement.

“Oh, Lizzy,” she cried out, her hands instinctively cradling her belly full of child. “I have been such a fool, and I don’t have the slightest idea how to go about fixing my mistake.”

“Whatever it is, I am sure it cannot be all that bad,” her sister gently encouraged her, guiding her to sit on the nearest chair. “And I can scarcely credit you, of all people, for sharing all the blame in this matter.”

“You don’t know what I did!” she shook her head vehemently, feeling her agitation increasing by the moment. “Charles has been nothing but the kindest, most devoted of husbands, and it was unpardonable of me to give him reason to regret his choice of bride.”

Her sister frowned a little, searching her gaze for a long moment. “Jane, last time we visited you, even Fitzwilliam could not help but remark upon how much in love with one another you both looked. What could possibly have happened to change that in such a short period of time?”

Jane hid her face in her hands, and it took her a considerable effort to continue speaking. “I never meant to hurt Charles’ feelings, I swear it. Only, I didn’t consider how my words would affect him, and now he thinks me indifferent, when there is no one in this world I love more than him.”

She only realised she had started crying when she felt her sister’s arms around her, and she went willingly, burying her face into her shoulder. “Oh, Lizzy, if only I could make him understand!”

“Jane, dearest, I feel sure it is all a misunderstanding,” Elizabeth attempted to console her, her hand patting ineffectually at her back. “Though I wish you would tell me exactly what happened to cause such misery to you and your husband alike.”

Accepting her sister’s handkerchief, she went about drying her cheeks, and did her utmost to compose herself. “I’m sorry, I ought to have started from the beginning. You see, Charles was away on business for a fortnight last month, and upon his return – well, you know how it is – and I don’t know what possessed him to ask, afterwards, but I didn’t think too much of it, and I told him the truth – that is, I wouldn’t mind being prevented from sharing a bed with him, so long as I still had his company and his love, and – oh, Lizzy, I had never seen him so devastated in all the months of our acquaintance! He could scarcely bring himself to do so much as touch my hand after that, and there seems to be nothing I can say or do to put his mind to rest. You have no idea how much I wish those words unsaid, and I have been regretting my thoughtlessness ever since.”

Her sister pressed her hands to hers, and appeared to be struggling with her thoughts for a considerable amount of time. “Jane, is he – that is to say, did Charles ever – do something to you that you weren’t comfortable with?”

“No! How could you even entertain such a thought, Lizzie? He’s the gentlest of men, and always so considerate to my every wish.”

“But you do not enjoy his bed?”

Jane opened her mouth to reply, considered, then shook her head somewhat helplessly. “I do not not enjoy it, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“It is not, as I feel sure you know well enough.”

A rather uncomfortable thought started dawning on her, and while under any other circumstance she would have considered it the height of impropriety to even dare to think about asking, she could not see how to go about mending the rift between herself and her dearest husband without seeking some clarity on the entire issue in the first place. “Lizzy, I know it is not at all seemly, but – oh, I hardly know how to put it – I was led to believe that it was only natural for a lady to be reluctant when it came to fulfilling her marital duties, and that it was the husband’s lot to derive all the pleasure there was to be found in the marriage bed.”

“Oh, my dear Jane, let me assure you, that couldn’t be farther from the truth. I don’t wish to be indelicate, but – well, Charles might be inexperienced in such matters, but with the proper encouragement, I’m sure he will be more than willing to learn how best to please you.”

Jane felt herself blushing quite spectacularly, and the heat in the room felt almost intolerable all of a sudden. “I didn’t mean to say – oh, believe me, Lizzy, I do not wish for that at all. I am perfectly happy for him to seek my bed as often as he pleases, but if he were to stop altogether, I cannot see myself regretting his decision. I had no idea that other ladies could be – eager, I suppose, for their husband’s attentions; otherwise, I would have been more mindful of Charles’ expectations on the matter. My – indifference in regard to our marital duties has nothing to do with the love I feel for him, and I wish I knew how to let him see as much.”

Wrung out from the necessity to lay out her innermost feelings in such a way, she welcomed the comfort of her beloved sister’s embrace, and let herself be reassured that all manner of things would be well, eventually. Charles did love her, after all.

.

.

Fitzwilliam Darcy paused just outside the door to the library, and took a fortifying breath to steady his nerves. If he found himself unable to deny his wife anything as a rule, that was doubly true now that she was with child; still, he could not help but wish that his services weren’t needed on such a delicate matter, and one regarding both his closest friend and his wife’s most beloved sister on top of that.

Still, he was scarcely a man to put off an unpleasant duty, and he consciously straightened his posture as he stepped in and closed the door behind him.

“Mrs Bingley,” he acknowledged his sister-in-law with a slight bow, and moved to take the seat opposite hers. If anything, she looked even more acutely uncomfortable than he felt, which prompted him to overcome the worst of his embarrassment at broaching such a private topic with her. “I assure you I have no intention of further meddling with your – and my friend’s – happiness, but as Elizabeth appears to think I could be of some assistance in your current plight, I could hardly deny her the attempt.”

“Mr Darcy, I am so sorry that you felt compelled to – I told Lizzy this was anything but appropriate, but she simply wouldn’t listen. And I daresay Charles would be mortified if ever he were to learn of us discussing – oh, it doesn’t even bear thinking.”

“As a matter of fact, Mrs Bingley, he was the one who sought my confidence as soon as you and Elizabeth left the room the other day,” he gently interrupted her, his hand rising in a placating gesture. “And for all that I would never break his confidence, my wife seems to believe me the most qualified to offer you some – advice, on the matter.”

From what he could tell, his sister-in-law was all but praying the floor would open up and swallow her whole. He couldn’t say his own feelings at the moment were all that dissimilar from hers, either.

“Please, call me Jane,” she stated at length, her voice barely above a whisper. “We are brother and sister, after all. And I can assure I am not so much in want of advice as I am in need of a friend who might reassure Charles as to the depth of my love and devotion for him.”

“I will address you by your Christian name on the condition that you do the same for me. As for reassuring my friend of your continued devotion, I already attempted as much, but I’m inclined to agree with Elizabeth – he might better be persuaded if we were to clear up the exact nature of your own feelings first.”

He saw her blanch at that, and was powerless to do anything but lend her his arm as she struggled to her feet. “You still believe me indifferent to your friend?”

“Not at all, Mrs Bingley – Jane. I was merely attempting to indicate the way you feel about certain – um, activities – which are par for the course once one enters the married state.”

He felt sure that the high colour of his cheeks matched hers by now, yet did his best not to shrink away from her honest gaze. “Oh, I will never forgive myself for allowing my sister to put you in such an uncomfortable position, Sir. What she believed to achieve, I honestly have no idea.”

“I feel like I do,” he forced himself to reply, and was relieved when she allowed him to help her back to her chair. “You see, Elizabeth thinks you and I might have something in common, and from what little she was willing to share of your confidences, I feel inclined to believe her to be correct, on the whole.”

“Whatever can you mean, Mr Darcy,” she  paused, bit her lip, then added, “Fitzwilliam,” almost as an afterthought.

“I haven’t told anyone except Elizabeth – my family probably surmised something close to it, but most of them were wide off the mark – but the truth of the matter is, I had never experienced any desire for closeness or any sort of intimacy with a woman before meeting your sister. Nor have I experienced it ever since outside our marriage bed – if you pardon my indelicacy – and while I wish to flatter myself of it being a reflection of the rectitude of my character, I am given to believe that is not at all common among the gentlemen of my acquaintance.”

Jane was looking intently at him now, and seemed to be considering his words to the best of her understanding. “Do you mean to say you were never in love, or that you merely did not – oh, how is one to put it without offending – wish for their, well, favours, if I may?”

“Both. I had never once fancied myself in love before meeting your sister, and I found it most surprising when I first realised that not only I loved her, but I also – let me be frank for a moment here – desired her, as a man desires a woman.”

His sister-in-law sighed, and shook her head somewhat ruefully. “I am very grateful for your confidences, Mr – Fitzwilliam, I mean to say – but it pains me to admit that while I had in fact fancied myself in love once, long before meeting Charles, I never did experience the sort of – feelings that my sister assures me a wife is wont to feel in regard to her husband. And while I merely put it down to the difference of sensibilities between the sexes, I am now led to believe it to be a deficiency of my own character.”

“Mrs – Jane. Would you agree with my cousins’ belief that I was somewhat deficient for finding the mere thought of lying with a woman a most uncomfortable prospect?”

“Not at all, Sir!” she exclaimed. “I think it does you credit that you only wish to lie with your own wife, and I would still say that regardless of whether or not said wife was my own sister.”

“As I said, it is hardly to my own credit when I have never felt any desire to do otherwise. I would say there is much more honour for a man to resist any untoward desire he might feel for other women, out of love and respect for his own bride.”

Jane appeared lost in thought for a moment, her right hand resting protectively on her rounded stomach. “And where is the honour in a wife being remiss in the desire she ought to feel for her husband?”

“I wouldn’t say that has anything to do with honour. So long as both parties agree on,” he faltered momentarily, had to all but force himself to press on, “the degree of intimacy they are both comfortable with, and they are perhaps willing to meet each other halfway, I cannot see any reasonable obstacle to them having a long and happy marriage.”

“Oh, if only Charles could bring himself to see it this way!” she couldn’t seem to stop herself from crying out.

“Should you give me your permission, Madam, I shall endeavour to explain all of this to my friend presently,” he offered, prompted by a genuine desire to be of service to her – not only in deference to his wife’s affections for a most beloved sister, but as he was starting to see her as the closest thing to a kindred spirit he had ever had the good fortune of encountering.

His sister-in-law hesitated, her gaze suddenly drawn to a spot of the floor close to her feet. “I could never ask that of you, Sir.”

“You need not to. I am offering of my own free will. After all, I am still to pay my penance for the unpardonable way I separated you from my friend at the beginning of your acquaintance. This might go a small way towards atoning for my past sins.”

“Do not say so, Fitzwilliam! Didn’t Charles and I repeatedly tell you you’re forgiven, and you need not dwell upon it anymore?”

He smiled, and shook his head. “Nevertheless. Do I have your permission, Jane?”

“Only if you think you could bear it – I wouldn’t wish you to feel compelled to disclose your private feelings all over again, and before your friend of all people, just for my sake.”

“It is no trouble at all, Madam,” he promptly assured her, and stood to help her from her chair. His sister-in-law turned her once-more-serene gaze on him, and let him escort her back to the music room where both his and her sister were eagerly waiting for the benefit of her company.   

[hetalia-club]

My love, my dear, my friend. I am an aroace I know for sure I can be a partner for you and you deserve better. And I will tell you straight up this point here you life will be better than being with a sorry excuse for a boyfriend you left. J E S U S 😅 I’m not saying you’ve been through the worst but holy shit all those little things that he did gives me a headache. If I knew you personally I would’ve taken you out of there. But in all honesty take care and show him that you WILL be better off without him, and I’ll be rooting for you too dear. Take care ♥️

Ace buddies! :)

The thing is irl you would have never known because he didn't act this way in front of people who were not me or his mom and dad. He would put on this dude bro act. And he didn't act this way at first around me until I lived with him for a few months and then I started to noticed it slowly. My mom knew how he was because I tell my mom everything and she would always say "he sucks" and I would do the "Mom don't say that :(" But she is right he does suck.

But I was a fool and gave him wife privileges too early in our relationship (NEVER DO THIS!!!!)(NEVER EVER DO THIS!!!). And in turn it turned him into a man child. It was almost like he reverted back to being a teenager. Towards the end he just played video games on his 5k PC set up all the time. Literally all the time. If he wasn't at work he was doing that. And it was always some stupid shit no one cared about. He got REALLY into that dumb ass Pinocchio game and told me all about the lore and I pretended to care but I was just thinking "What is blud yappin about..." He bought so many F-ing games. I think he bought a new game every week, would like rapid fire beat it and then just move on to a new one. I had to put my own Steam account on invisible just so he couldn't see when I was on there because he would message me to bring him another beer or some string cheese. (I want you all to know I checked and he's on there playing Starfield as I type this)

He also stole my personality which he will not be able to hold onto now that I'm gone. He was never as funny as I was. I have more originality and humor in my pinky toe than he has in his entire body. So I famously don't talk much IRL. I'm very shy and normally just sit there and mind my business unless spoken to directly. But I would like whisper one liners under my breath to him at parties and group outings. And he would take what I said to him and say it louder and get a big laugh from everyone. I did call him out for that and I said something like "Hey you could at least credit me if you're going to take every funny thing I say and pretend you said it" he got REAL annoyed at that. He was like "WELL FINE! I just won't talk to anyone ever!" Because that was what I said... Which if anything is a fault on him because now his friends are going to wonder why his humor turned so sexual all of a sudden and he stopped saying actually funny things and just started making dick jokes (THE ONLY MATERIAL HE HAS)(That and also quoting American Pie movies & Step Brothers. And he plays it off like his own shit as if no one has never seen them...)(I so bad just wanted to be like That's from Anchorman you didn't come up with the joke about San Diego being the fake word for Whale's vagina you directly quoted that from Anchorman.) But I would laugh every time...Not real laughs they were pity laughs but he either couldn't tell the difference or just didn't care so long as I was stroking his ego.

He honestly somehow transformed from this super hot, former football player, frat bot, silly guy into what I would call a neckbeard, but a closeted one because he only acted that way at home.

The worst crime...He wasn't even 6ft. I put up with all of that and he was only standing at a lackluster 5'10.