#a small homicidal murder bean

[squadrah]

got inspired by the awesome dilf post, so please: la squadra as milfs???

I'M SOBBING, here we go I guess!! I'm dialing this one to eleven!!

Risotto: She's giant in every way so everyone else appears quite small next to her. She's usually in the kitchen or her kitchen garden, picking fruit from her trees without needing so much as a stool to reach most of them. Rumor has it she once slapped a wild bear in the face with her chancla to defend her family, and if asked about it, she will modestly look away and murmur, "Anyone else would have done the same." (The bear never came back, by the way.)

Formaggio: You can tell she used to be a hardcore punk: she still sports a buzz cut, with red lipstick and golden hoop earrings to add some bright colors. She's top heavy and proud of it, so she makes sure to show ample cleavage and likes to wear leather jackets. She loves to go out and constantly organizes outings for her friends and family; has never missed an event, and has never left an event without drinking something. A dangerous flirt.

Prosciutto: She's extremely overcommitted, and how she hasn't gone insane yet from micromanaging everything from work to her entire family's smallest concerns is a mystery. Her children are still affected by her leaning in and papping their cheeks, and the impression is even stronger on covetous strangers. Only ever lets her curly hair down for evening parties, at which point she basically transforms into into a femme fatale. Pegs like a battering ram.

Pesci: Always overcome by severe gender dysphoria whenever she compares herself to her more feminine peers, but she makes do with cute and novel ways of styling her scant hair, nice patterned tops and trouser skirts. She's often shy, but sometimes has her bold moments that suggest she could be a real firecracker if properly encouraged. Does a lot of heavy lifting that reveals ridiculous core strength and flexibility. Loves dancing and rhythm games.

Ghiaccio: The only one in yoga class who wishes you were allowed to scream out loud, and the only parent who, if their child takes up a sport, will take up that sport herself both as a form of support and as a means of bonding with her child and people her age. Is a health freak and makes kale smoothies, but since her legs look great in tight pants and her tits are rock hard, she's clearly winning. Has probably never had an orgasm, so there's a good challenge.

Melone: How is she still alive, and why does she still look like a barely aged scene girl? Nobody knows, not even her, but she's happy to lounge on her designated bean bag chair in cute pajamas and her laptop always on. Be careful around her: her brain is oversaturated with niche Wikipedia articles and she'll tell you all about them as soon as you're near enough to hear, and you might in ten minutes find yourself painting her toenails while she's reading your horoscope.

Illuso: Oh, she is the ultimate Karen. Luscious hair styles, immaculate manicures, the latest mom fashions, and a holier-than-thou smirk that instantly makes the manager homicidal. Knows her coupons and discounts more than the Bible but she's dressed to the nines every Sunday flashing that mass stipend to let everyone know she's more generous of heart than they could ever be, then whines at the barista about her order. Teases her children mercilessly.

Sorbet: That one esoteric plant witch who loves her orchids more than her own children, and would become a certified hermit if she could. Since she's stuck with her family, however, she stalks around her home like she's embodying Morticia Addams, and talks to everyone in a dry and ominous tone. Watches too many murder mysteries and cooks mushroom stew right after. You are welcome to indulge her obscure opera obsession, but watch out.

Gelato: The whimsical happy-go lucky mom that every fanciful child dreams of, the type who builds blanket forts in the living room, thinks that everyone deserves a little treat always, and actively assists whenever anyone around her wants to try something new and possibly dangerous. Has nearly burned down her house a dozen times but she keeps toasting marshmallows in bed with a blowtorch. Hope you have insurance if you decide to engage.

#jjba #la squadra #risotto nero #formaggio #prosciutto #pesci #ghiaccio #melone #illuso #sorbet #gelato #squadrah headcanons #squadrah original #still crying at this ask i hope yall like it!!!

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

I have just suddenly remembered my Kidclipse and Toddlunar AU, where Eclipse was a small child the entire time, and he designed Lunar and Bloodmoon to be toddlers so he would be the big brother. Kidclipse is basically 5, Toddlunar and Babyblood are basically 3.

Nobody realized he was a kid until the first time Sun went into the mindscape to talk face to face. And was confronted with a small child whose voice is so much squeakier without Sun’s voicebox filtering it. He came out of that spell panicking because that was not a scary villain, that was a traumatized child lashing out.

The months after that feature Kidclipse working through his fear of Sun and Moon, and his guilt about Babyblood (and July 16th) and Lunar (who’s birth went pretty similar to canon in that it freaked Sun out and messed up Moon’s head for a bit, causing Glamrock Freddy to be called in)

Kidclipse had a panic attack when Golden cast the suppression spell for the first time. He cried the whole time. And his voice was hoarser than usual when it finally wore off. Nobody really noticed, since that’s when they thought he was an evil adult.

He had another panic attack when Sun saw him in their mind, because he was freaking out about them knowing how small and weak he really is and scared they’d lock him away again. He got cuddles and affection out of it instead.

Priorities immediately shift from getting rid of Eclipse to getting this child his own body so they can actually raise him. Moon does most of the parenting until Kidclipse’s body is done.

Instead of the maternity chip, Kidclipse sabotaged Sun and Roxy’s relationship the old-fashioned way, with threats and bullying. He tied Roxy’s hair to pole once. He did it solely because he was sharing Sun’s body at the time and didn’t want her cooties.

Besides Roxy, he otherwise mostly acted like canon SaMS Eclipse until Sun saw him in their mind. He almost blew his cover several times though.

He still has Moon’s brains in his tiny child brain, so he still turns the barrels into deadly weapons. And doesn’t tell anyone. They fins out when Sun almost accidentally shoots a kid. Kidclipse and Gregory are great friends.

Kidclipse was grounded once for giving Gregory a disintegration gun. He’s also been grounded for installing swords in Babyblood.

Golden gives Kidclipse therapy when he babysits, because the entire family is too allergic to therapy tp actually book an appointment.

Toddlunar is the only one who acts like a normal child. Kidclipse is a snarky brat who likes to turn barrels into lasers and bombs, and Babyblood are the most violent and bloodthirsty toddlers anyone’s ever seen.

Glamrock Freddy was the second person to find out about Toddlunar. His sheer dad energy had Kidclipse confessing pretty quick, and apologizing for building a baby brother inside Moon’s head without permission.

Toddlunar just strolled up to Monty one day and declared them best friends, and Monty, under threat of Moon cutting them off from his bank account, had to go along with it instead of punting the toddler. Which quickly became “if anything happens to this child I’m destroying the world and then myself”.

July 16th still happened, but the twins are pint-sized, and mad about it once they realize they are not Sun-sized in the real world. Mass murder was so easy in Sun’s huge body, but the body they.manifested was tiny and can only kill rats. The new body was only a bit bigger, but much better for homicide purposes.

Monty get to babysit Babyblood during Daycare hours, because nobody trusts them near soft, fragile, tiny, blood-filled human children. Especially after Kidclipse gave them swords.

Kidclipse didn’t tell anyone about the Babyblood until October, because he was worried Sun and Moon would be mad at him. He made the mistake of telling Toddlunar, who spilled the beans by the end of the day.

KC, Moon, and Monty try to rediract Babyblood’s homicidal urges towards specifically assholes. It takes time because they are very small and need to learn how to take down adults for that.

When Killcode gains sentience, he immediately claims the four as his own, and has to coparent with Sun and Moon, his brothers.🦇

Oh right! I remember that. Reminds me of the one where they found out about lunar because eclipse panicked realizing his baby brother was alone in moons head and told moon so he wouldn’t mix him up with a virus or hurt him and because lunar was a baby and he needed to get in there to comfort the scared baby

#sams au #not my au

[iamstartraveller776]

Next to You 5/?

Summary: (Modern AU) Killian had taken one look at Emma Swan and knew she was every kind of trouble a man ought to steer clear of if he wanted to keep his sanity. Beautiful, vulnerable—probably with a heart-rending backstory—but hiding it admirably behind a tough exterior. She was an open book to him, and he’d read one just like it before. The last thing he needed was to have her as a flatmate. Unfortunately, he was outvoted.

Rating: T

Previous Chapter (Also on AO3)

A/N: Still here, still lumbering along with this story. I’m getting ready to move in about a month and a half, and this is helping me deal with stress. Thank you to those who have stuck it out with this story!

WARNING: Some mentions of child abuse. I tried to keep the descriptions mild, but I don’t want any reader to feel blindsided if this is a trigger for you.

CHAPTER FIVE: Remembering and Forgetting

There have been only two times in Killian’s life when he right and truly wanted to commit homicide.

First was when he was a lad, not quite grown into his nose and ears, and Silver was beating Liam within an inch of his life over a missing bottle of liquor. One that Silver had forgotten he’d imbibed himself the night before. Killian tried to stop the bastard from meting out his drunken ire on his innocent brother, but his feeble effort only earned him a bloodied mouth and ringing ears. He ran for the pocket knife he’d pilfered from a dock worker when Silver dragged the boys to the shipyard for their usual dose of slave labor. Killian was going to put a final end to their tormentor.

His memory was forever burned with the image of Liam’s purple, swollen face, his blue eyes pleading as he shook his head just before Silver kicked him in the ribs.

Liam lied at the hospital, told the doctors he’d gotten into it with a couple of bruisers. As soon as Silver passed out from his usual nightly libations, though, the boys snuck out with a change of clothes and a few expired tins of beans. They never looked back.

The second time came more than a decade later when Milah’s estranged husband made good on his promise that no one should have her if he couldn’t.

Killian hadn’t known when he met the dark-haired lass that she wasn’t as free as she pretended to be. There was something beautifully fractured about her that his soul immediately recognized, though he couldn’t give it a proper name. She encouraged the brash scoundrel he’d become, and he fed the wildness that was hidden inside of her. They were indifferent to the shambles they left in their wake. After all, the world had never given a damn about either of them.

He’d called this feral intensity “love”—he still did—but he understood now that what he’d loved even more then was the feeling of invulnerability.

Then one night Gold showed up in the stoop of their small flat, demanding a private word with Milah. The next time Killian saw her was at the morgue, the victim of a car wreck. No matter what the incident report said, he knew her former husband had been the author of her demise.

Again, Liam had been the one who’d kept Killian from chasing down the bloody villain. But he’d had to put an ocean between himself and Gold in order to keep good on the promise he gave his brother.

Today, that familiar, visceral need for murderous vengeance curled tightly in Killian’s sinews as he sat quietly in a courtroom, listening to Emma’s deposition. She’d dropped by the pub at closing last night and, after a few sips of rum, told him that she was to take the witness stand the next afternoon in a trial months in the making: the case against her former foster parents.

“Will you be there?” she’d asked, not quite meeting his gaze. “I mean, if you’re available.”

“Of course,” he said. No question. He was no longer certain there was ever a question when it came to her.

Her testimony, born under the gentle questioning of the DA, was onerous. Killian hated the quaver in her voice, the way her gaze cut anxiously to the graying couple seated at the defense table as she recounted the atrocities that eventually drove her to run away. The padlocks on the refrigerator and pantry to prevent her and the others from eating anything but the gruel they fed them. The closet in the basement where she was shut in for hours at a time as “penance” for imagined slights. The excessively strict rules that were impossible to keep. The deadbolt on the outside of her door to lock her in every night. The spurious accusations, the derogatory names screamed at her in the name of “casting out devils.”

And worse. So much worse.

When the defense counsel began his cross, Killian had to battle the urge to leap the railing that divided the gallery from the attorney tables and blacken the arsehole’s eye. Every question was clearly meant to paint Emma as the hellion whom the Parkers, purportedly upstanding members of their community and church, failed to rehabilitate.

“Miss Swan, if the living conditions had been as terrible as you’ve described, why didn’t you go to the authorities?”

“Isn’t it true that you had difficulty with every foster family you were placed with?”

“Were you or were you not arrested and convicted of theft not long after you left my clients’ home?”

“Is it possible that you’re confusing the Parkers with another foster family you resided with? After all, it’s been almost thirteen years since the incidents you say happened.”

And a dozen others, each more callous than the last.

If the man hoped to shake Emma, though, it wasn’t bloody working. Instead, she squared her shoulders, answered each thinly-veiled allegation in a clear tone, eyes turning to flint. Earlier, she showed the jury the frightened, defenseless child she’d been once, but now they were getting a taste of the courageous woman she became in spite of her horrid experiences.

Emma Swan didn’t need a savior. She was her own bloody hero.

The judge called for recess after the DA redirected a few clarifying questions to shore up Emma’s testimony, and the vise in Killian’s chest eased a little. He waited for her in the corridor, throwing a contemptuous look at the Parkers as they were ushered out of the room by their equally deplorable counsel. Clean and pressed, the older couple didn’t wear their barbarism as openly as Silver had, but Killian didn’t miss the dead gaze the husband gave him, the crazed manner in which his wife clutched the golden crucifix hanging from her neck.

Killian wasn’t a man of faith. God had always seemed disinterested in him, and he was content to return the favor—or lack thereof. But of the few delicate memories he had of his late mother, she’d been devout in her belief in the eternal. And he was confident that her kind nature, her compassion for others was a far truer representation of pure religion than these wolves in sheep’s clothing.

“Hey,” a familiar voice intruded on his musings. “You stayed.”

He glanced at Emma as he tried and failed to muster even a hint of a smile for her. “Aye.”

Her eyes followed the trail of where his had been, and for a brief second, he saw the terrified adolescent peering out from behind her mask of tough lass. He wasn’t conscious of the step he took in the direction of her former caretakers until she put a hand on his arm.

“They can’t hurt me anymore,” she said with a shake of her head. “And I’m going to make damn sure they can’t hurt anyone ever again.”

Killian nodded, despising that he couldn’t do more than give her a show of solidarity. “What now?” he asked. “Home and a round of The Masked Singer?” The offer seemed a dismal comfort in light of what she’d just endured, but these were uncharted waters for him. She was uncharted water.

Emma blew out a sigh. “Honestly?” she replied. “I just want to forget everything for one night.”

Relief swelled in his lungs, and he grinned. Because forgetting? He was something of an expert at it. “Your wish is my command, love.” He spread his arms in a flourishing bow, glad of her responding snort. That was something, at least.

~

He liked watching her dance a little too much.

They’d stopped by the flat so she could change out of the more conservative outfit she wore to court. Mary Margaret was there as always—Killian didn’t know why David didn’t move her in already—and soon their plans became everyone’s plans. The lass was texting the usual suspects before Emma finished agreeing to the idea, and Killian had to quell a ripple of disappointment.

But perhaps he didn’t mind the development quite so much now. Because he wasn’t likely to have taken her to a club after a game of quarters at the pub. And she likely wouldn’t have felt free to swivel her hips with such delightful abandon while he stared on unabashedly.

“You leave them alone for a minute,” David yelled next to him over the loud, thumping music.

“Aye,” Killian returned absently. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the group of tipsy women at the edge of the dance floor.

When Mary Margaret backed into Belle and shook her arse at the other lass, David cursed. “I don’t think I can take much more of this.”

“I’m right with you, mate,” Will said from the other side of the booth.

Killian made a sound of agreement, too mesmerized by the way Emma threw back her head with laughter to comment further. With alcohol swimming warmly through his veins, thoughts he shouldn’t think were taking up residence in his head. The salacious ones were hardly surprising. He was, in fact, a red-blooded man. But there were far more dangerous notions brewing in his inebriated mind.

Like the one that suggested his heart hadn’t died with Milah after all.

“That’s it,” Will grumbled after Belle pretended to spank Mary Margaret. “I’ve had enough.” He rose, making a determined beeline for the normally soft-spoken accountant. David was hot on his heels.

Killian was only able to enjoy playing the voyeur for a minute or two longer before Emma realized the others had paired off, leaving her the odd woman out. Even Ruby had found herself a fetching lass to take a spin with. The only one missing from their party was Robin, who’d begged off some time ago after getting a text. Doubtless some urgent issue at the homeless shelter required his attention. There was no rest for the righteous.

Emma made her way to the booth, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy. Killian probably should have resisted when she reached for his tumbler. It was clear she’d had more than enough for the night, but as ever, he couldn’t deny her.

She downed what was left of his rum in a single gulp, features pinching adorably at the burn. “C’mon, Captain,” she said, reaching for his hand and giving it a tug. “You can’t sit here all night.” She wasn’t slurring her words, not quite, but they were a bit loose around the edges.

Making a mental note to get her some water the next round, he let her pull him to his feet. “Captain?” He raised a brow.

“You know, ‘captain’ like your pirate ancestor.” She attempted to make a hook shape with her hand while the other covered her eye. “Argh, let’s dance, me matey!”

Killian laughed as he followed her into the center of the undulating crowd. He couldn’t see the others, but when Emma pushed up against him, he promptly forgot their existence.

If watching her had been gratifying, moving with her was absolute rapture. He was instantly lost to the sensation of his arm around her waist, his fingers playing at the hem of her top as she rested the back of her head against his collarbone. The pale expanse of her throat, glistening under the flashing lights, was mere inches from his lips. Exertion, alcohol, and lavender stained every breath he took. He would gladly drown in her if she’d let him.

She spun in his arms, looping hers around his neck as she smiled brightly up at him. He was sluggish in returning the expression, though, disoriented from the press of her very feminine body against the planes of his. All manner of indecorous images flashed through his mind, and he shook his head to chase them off, forcing a laugh.

Emma’s smile faded. She stopped moving, gaze turning intense.

“What is it, love?” He worried that he’d somehow made her uncomfortable.

She searched his face as if it held the secrets of the universe. “Killian, thank you for today.” Her voice was barely audible over the music.

He was tempted to make a quip—tap a finger to his lips and cheekily imply how she might express her gratitude—to dispel the sudden heaviness between them. But there was a peculiar gravity to this moment. As if it mattered in a way no other had before. So he gave her a somber nod instead.

“Always.”

Another weighted beat passed and then she pulled his head down, crushing her mouth against his. Her kiss was a new dare, and he happily answered the challenge. The cage he’d carefully kept around his unrequited desires fell apart. He sank into the softness of her lips, into the candied rum on her tongue. This was a taste of paradise, and he needed more. By the way her nails scratched across his scalp, she seemed to agree.

Finally.

Too soon, she broke off the kiss, resting her forehead against his. He didn’t want to open his eyes at first. But he had to see, had to know that this wasn’t some liquor-induced hallucination. Yes, she was here. Solid. Real. A dozen half-formed responses knotted in his throat, and he could only breathe her name.

She stepped out of his embrace, eyes growing wide. That expression of near horror shattered the bubble that had surrounded them, the noise of the club coming into sharp focus. “I…have to go.”

“Emma!” Killian tried to reach for her, but she slipped out of his grasp, swallowed by the throng.

After a half hour of fruitless searching, he settled back into the booth in the hope that she’d return.

She didn’t.

NEXT

(please don’t come after me with pitchforks and knives)

#cs ff #captain swan #cs ff au #cs fanfic #cs fan fiction #my fic: next to you #next to you #ouat

[aleesblog]

Five Most Infamous Fictional Psychiatrists

Wall Street Journal

The Dice Man

By George Cockroft, writing as Luke Rhinehart (1971)

In this novel, a character named Luke Rhinehart is a middle-aged Manhattan psychiatrist suffering from depression. Disillusioned with medicine and with life, he finds freedom in the roll of the dice. One roll dictates that he carry out his deeply disturbing fantasy of raping the wife of his close colleague. When he knocks on her door and tells her what he plans to do, he’s taken aback by her compliance. He’s disturbed further when, after two agreeable hours, he realizes that he has changed in some indefinable but significant way. He extends the laws of chance to his clinical decision-making, which alleviates his deep-seated fear of failure and allows him to begin viewing his work as something of a game. He advises a female patient diagnosed with nymphomania to find work in a  busy Brooklyn brothel. To a slender young woman from Greenwich Village who likes talking about herself he says, "In summation, that as human beings go you are mediocre in all respects except in the quantity of your fortune."

The Silence of the Lambs

By Thomas Harris (1988) 

Hannibal Lecter is a serial killer who—before his conviction for nine homicides and subsequent commitment to the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane—was a highly respected forensic psychiatrist. He has an unerring capacity to strip people of their mental defenses and an intelligence that defies metrics. A cultured man, he’s endowed with a glacial calm and an iron will. We’re told that Lecter’s thoughts are no more bound by fear or kindness than “Paradise Lost” author John Milton’s were by physics. Hannibal abhors bad manners and enjoys eating the flesh of the intolerably rude. He delights in describing to Clarice Starling—the FBI trainee sent to seek his assistance in solving a case of serial murders—how he savored a census taker’s liver, which he cooked with fava beans and washed down with a glass of Amarone wine.

Super-Cannes

By J.G. Ballard (2000) 

Lured by tax concessions, a Mediterranean climate and a Euro-corporate lifestyle, dozens of multinational companies have moved their business into Eden-Olympia, a business park populated by a highly paid elite of senior managers, administrators and entrepreneurs. The flawed and dangerous antihero of this dystopia of technology is the staff psychiatrist Wilder Penrose, an “amiable Prospero” with evasive eyes and an eager smile, who steers his clients’ darkest dreams toward the daylight. Wilder’s vision is to create an intelligent modern city that promotes advanced health screening, up-to-the-minute gadgetry and the replacement of the civic with the commercial. But as the novel proceeds, it becomes clear that Wilder is more concerned with exciting the base instincts of those in charge. He explains to the book’s protagonist, Paul, that ever since he organized the drug and vice rings and a leather-jacketed “bowling club” whose sorties into the outside world leave Arab pimps and Senegalese trinket merchants bleeding in the gutters, the park’s chief executives no longer complain of stress and burnout and profits have soared.

The Alienist

By Machado de Assis (1882)

A young doctor decides to settle down and set up a medical practice near Rio de Janeiro. The corrupt local council, dazzled by Dr. Bacamarte’s impeccable credentials, welcomes him and gives him carte blanche to study mental illness free from oversight. As Bacamarte diagnoses more and more people as being mad, the town’s barber leads a revolt against him. Justifying his actions, Bacamarte explains: “Till now, madness has been thought a small island in an ocean of sanity. I am beginning to suspect that it is not an island at all but a continent.” After he has locked up more than 80% of the town’s population—including his own wife—Bacamarte suddenly suspects that it is the remaining, seemingly well-balanced minority who are crazy. Rectitude, patience, loyalty and modesty, he now believes, are the true signs of mental illness. And as the most rational individual in the region, he is now compelled to diagnose himself as mad, spending the final 17 months of his life in solitary confinement. The author of “The Alienist” was an epileptic with considerable experience of real doctors. This 80-page novella is steeped in humor, in addition to being a tale of professional power run amok.

Asylum

By Patrick McGrath (1997) 

Peter Cleave, the medical superintendent of an English asylum for the criminally insane, is the narrator of this story. Set in 1959, the tale revolves around the fatal erotic obsession of Stella Raphael, the cultured and restless wife of one of Peter’s colleagues. The object of her passion is the talented sculptor Edgar Stark, who was committed to the asylum for murdering and disfiguring his wife. That doesn’t prevent a relationship with Stella from blossoming once Edgar escapes from the asylum. Stella meets up with him in London and establishes a bohemian life. The scandal forces Stella’s husband, Max, to leave his position as a forensic psychiatrist and work elsewhere, but that doesn’t put an end to the affair. Peter is a rather dry narrator, but there are hints of his deficiencies as a psychiatrist. Infatuated with her, ignoring his duty as her psychiatrist, he pursues her obsessively, to a not altogether surprising ending

[cathygeha]

REVIEW

Cold to the Touch by Kerri Hakoda

Excellent debut novel ~ Hoping this is the first in a series as I definitely want to read more by this talented author!

What I liked: * DeHaviland Beans: homicide detective, detail oriented, dedicated, good at what he does, loving brother and son, Buddhist, has nightmares, protective, caring, grew up in a small Alaska town, works in Anchorage, likes animals, has an interesting backstory, would like to learn more about him

* The plot, pacing, writing, and setting that is almost a character in the story

* The police procedural aspects of the story

* The friction between Detective Ed Heller and Beans and how it changed over the story

* Meeting characters that, if this is a series, will be nice to get to know better in future books: Lieutenant DuBois, Dr. Chuckie Heffner-medical examiner, Isabelle O’Reilly-FBI consultant

* Cam Kristovich: young man who helped with the case

* The strength of the women in the story

* The way all the threads of the story were woven together to find the murderer with no strings left hanging

* That I felt I was immersed in the story and cared how it would end

* All of it really except…

What I didn’t like:

* Who and what I was meant not to like

* Thinking about the pain suffered by those who were killed and also by those that knew and loved them

Did I enjoy this book? Yes

Would I read more by this author? Definitely

Thank you to NetGalley and Crooked Lane for the ARC – This is my honest review

5 Stars

BLURB

American Predator meets Harlan Coben in this taut, ticking-clock thriller in which women are being kidnapped and murdered in a remote corner of Alaska. When the body of a barista is found in the once-pristine Alaskan snow, Anchorage homicide detective DeHavilland Beans is gutted to recognize the young woman, Jolene. He’d bought coffee from her every morning and knew her as a bright college student working her way through school. Devastated by the murder and by the life cut short, Beans vows to find the killer. Since scavengers damaged the body, obtaining any usable evidence is impossible, even with the assistance of wildlife expert Raisa Ingalls, Beans’s ex. When the body of another woman is found, a serial killer is suspected and the FBI joins the hunt. After a third body turns up, Beans is desperate to find the killer—especially when another woman goes missing. With the murderer moving so quickly, Beans and his team are determined to stop the spree and catch the killer before it's too late. Pulse-pounding and vividly depicted, this Alaskan thriller will electrify fans of Lisa Gardner and true crime junkies fascinated by the Israel Keyes case.

#Kerri Hakoda #Crooked Lane Books #NetGalley #Alaska #Police Procedural #Murder #Mystery #Serial Killer #Multicultural Interest #Debut Novel

[mowulf]

You Gotta be Kitten Me

CH 3: Rude!

“Is this… cat food???” Spy scrunched his face with a noise of disgust. “Look, I know we’re cats, but this is just insulting.” He arched his back at Medic and Engineer before he pointedly turned his back to them and sat down, nose up and tail curled around his paws.

Scout, too, made a face at the plates of wet food, though he was brave enough to scoot over and take a bite

only to immediately spit it out and wipe aggressively at his tongue. “Oh that’s wretched!” He looked up at Engineer, expression overdramatically betrayed, and sideways-angry hopped back. “I thought you liked me!”

Sniper cuffed him before approaching the food for a cautious sniff. “I doesn’t smell bad.”

“It don’t smell bad, but the taste…” Scout shuddered.

Sniper gave him an unimpressed look before leaning forward to give a quick lick at the food. He tilted his head, tail twitching, before he finally shrugged and took a seat by the plate. “Dunno what’s got you two so uppity. It’s not bad. Different, but not bad.” Scout scoffed while Sniper got comfortable and started eating.

Heavy hopped onto the table and sat next to Sniper, who acknowledged his presence with an ear flick. “Is good?”

“I wouldn’t exactly call it ‘good’, but it’s not bad.”

“Hmm.” His flicked before he finally leaned forward to take a bite. “Is good enough.”

“That’s the spirit.”

The two biggest cats eating encouraged the remaining cats to approach the other two untouched plates. Soldier took a bite, decided it was edible, and began eating with gusto. Demoman ate slower, pausing periodically to make an unhappy expression or vaguely distressed noises. Engineer and Medic had to wrestle the sock off Pyro who then took one lick and, like Scout, angry-hopped away. Unlike Scout, though, they hopped sideways until they fell off the table.

Engineer laughed as he picked Pyro off the floor and set them back on the table with everyone else. “If you aren’t gonna eat with the rest, then you’ll have to hunt. Cats can’t eat table scraps and people food. Isn’t good for ‘em.”

Spy shrugged and made his way to the edge with a grace only he could possess. “Still preferable to that garbage.”

“Woah, hey, what? No. No! I ain’t eating no dirty-ass mice,” Scout snapped. “Doc, please!” He hopped over and pawed at the doctor’s jacket.

Medic looked him over before finally scooping him up. “Since you aren’t hungry, I suppose I can give you a quick health check,” he said casually, tightening his grip when Scout tried to wiggle loose. “Pauling said she’d come over tomorrow as soon as she could. Hopefully she has an idea of what’s going on.”

“Got it. I’ll make sure everyone’s accounted for in the morning.”

Scout made a few more attempts to get free but quickly gave up and got comfortable. Much easier to do now, given how small he was. He was just starting to get properly relaxed when Medic finally entered the treatment room and made a beeline for the desk. The smell hit him like a brick wall and he retched.

Scout had always hated hospitals. They stank of sterilization and fear. But this? This was so, so much worse. The chemical smell hit him first, burning his sinuses and making his eyes water. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, the smell of blood mixed in with undertones of death and decay.

When he was finally set down on the desk, Scout stumbled and dropped to his stomach while he covered his nose in an attempt to block out the smell. It worked to an extent. Medic, meanwhile, either didn’t notice or didn’t care as he dug through the desk for Scout’s file. A clipboard was finally set on the desk with a sharp clack, followed shortly after by a scale normally reserved for weighing organs. It was the only scale small enough for the cats, unfortunately.

By the time Medic was ready, Scout had adjusted well enough to the smell of the room to start looking around. “Alright, Scout, let’s get your weight.”

Scout looked up at Medic, over at the scale, and back. His tail puffed and he folded his ears back as he silently dared Medic to even try.

Medic dared.

Medic lunged and Scout bolted, but Medic had cared for birds most of his life. Catching small, fleeing things was basically second nature anymore. Grabbing hold of Scout was painfully easy, and he dropped the howling, flailing mass of teeth and claws into the scale with ease. “Scout,” he snapped, grabbing the scruff of Scout’s neck. Scout went frighteningly still. “The sooner you calm down, the sooner we can get this over with and the sooner you can leave. Got it?”

He waited a moment longer before he finally released Scout. Scout whipped around and scratched him with a hiss before he could pull away and Medic hissed in pain. Scout hissed back and hunched on the scale and his tail whipped back and forth. Medic examined the fresh scraped and sighed. They weren’t too bad, considering the wounds he’d seen on the field. Still, they were deep and were he anyone else he would need stitches. Instead he pulled a jar of ointment from a drawer and smeared it over the cuts. It wouldn’t fix the cuts completely, but it would stop the bleeding and reduce them to minor scrapes.

“Now that we’re done with that, let’s get started.” A low growl was the only reply. Lord, Scout was going to be the problem child of the group it seemed. With only a brief pause, Medic grabbed Scout and resettled him on the scale. “Hm.” He knew Scout was small but… 12 pounds? He wrote it down anyway. “Okay, stand over here,” he said as he tapped the desk. Scout gave him an angry glare but obeyed.

“More manhandling,” Medic warned before he pressed his thumbs between Scout’s shoulders.

“Ow! Watch it!” Scout squirmed as he was poked and prodded. He didn’t make a fuss when Medic grabbed his wrist and shoulder and tested the range of motion, but he did take another swipe when Medic pressed his fingers hard to expose his claws. “Be gentle,” Scout growled before licking his sore fingers while Medic hissed and examined the new set of scratches on his knuckles.

“Note to self,” Medic growled, “Clip their claws.”

“Not a chance!”

“Now hold still.” The rest of the physical was relatively easy, though uncomfortable. Medic wasn’t gentle and more than once Scout had to smack him away when he dug his fingers in too hard. But Scout was ultimately healthy, from what he could tell. There were no stiff joints, popped sockets, or broken bones. None of the bones or muscles were malformed. For all intents and purposes, Scout really was just a standard house cat. Well, aside from the overdeveloped hind legs which seemed to be a carry over from when he was human.

Fascinating!

“Alright, Scout. Let’s take your temperature and then you should be good to,” Medic said cheerfully as he rubbed more of the healing ointment onto his hands. Scout perked up at that and trotted over to take a seat in front of Medic and opened his mouth. Sweet freedom at last.

Medic chuckled as he pulled out a thermometer. “Oh Scout. Cat’s don’t take oral thermometers.” Scout’s mouth closed slowly in dawning horror and he lifted an arm. Medic just shook his head. “Try again.”

#This was supposed to be longer #But then I hit that ending and realized nothing else would be nearly as good #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 scout #tf2 spy #tf2 medic #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 demoman #tf2 pyro #tf2 sniper #tf2 soldier #I should make these chapters longer #but I usually just write them in one go after doing a bunch of homework so #Also scout is 100% willing to throw hands #a small homicidal murder bean

[mggpleasedontlookhere]

ricin

summary: you started working in the bau because your boyfriend spencer had convinced you to transfer due to your knowledge of chemistry and background in psychology. despite your accolades, you’ve only worked on three cases so far with the team and hotch doesn’t necessarily trust your intuition yet, but after proving your abilities when solving a case, you finally gain respect. 

word count: 1,111                                                                                                  reading time aprox: 4 mins

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“Wait, so let me get this right. Our guy here is kidnapping both men and women right and left?” Morgan asked, staring at the evidence board in front of him that showed the latest victims of multiple kidnappings and two homicides. “Do you think it it could be sexual? Maybe personal?” He inquired. 

“No, the unsub used a Heckler G36 handgun and it was from a distance. The Heckler G36 is actually what is commonly used in the German Military, which is a contrast to the G3 which is generally us-” Reid explained, falling into yet again another spiel of facts. 

“If you look at the track marks in the dirt, it seemed that the victim kept stopping to look back, the unsub was most likely following the victim” Hotch expressed, cutting Reid’s jabbering short. 

Reid’s expression turned blank as his lips curved into a straight line, twiddling his thumbs against the case file he held in between his hands. I chuckled to myself as I witnessed the redness that began to appear on ‘pretty boy’s’ cheeks. 

“Maybe the victim escaped?” JJ suggested, peering into the photo of the lifeless body that sat deserted in the woods. 

“You may be right” Hotch agreed, tossing the file aside and looking into the crime scene details. “But the unsub’s MO changed from the first murder. Last time he used a blunt weapon” 

“So it is personal?” Morgan inquired again 

“No it couldn’t be. Our unsub left quite a mess” Reid explained. “But, the killer is too organized to be able to leave a scene like that”

“But that makes no sense, how can this guy’s MO change in the midst of a kidnapping?” JJ questioned

I shot up from seat, walking closer to the board looking at the layout of the victims and the missing persons reports. We usually laid them out chronologically in order to keep the evidence organized and concise. 

“Let me see that forensics report Garcia” I demanded, leaving my hand out for Garcia to give me the files. 

“Do you see anything Y/L/N?” Hotch asked

“Po...ssibly” I hesitantly replied, moving the victims pictures out of the sequence they were placed in. 

“What are you doing Y/L/N?” 

“With all due respect sir, I’m trying to find an answer for you right now” I retorted, earning a few snickers from Morgan and Reid. 

“What if...what if the first homicide was his first attempt?” I hypothesised. I looked at the team to see them all gawking at me with baffled expressions. “I mean what if this first victim was his first attempt at kidnapping” I elaborated. 

“But that doesn’t corroborate with the timeline that was given to us. The first reported missing person took place 2 days before this victim was found” Hotch contrasted. 

“Yes that’s true, but look at the forensics report and the conducted autopsy” I pinned the two reports to the board, hastily reaching for a dry erase marker. “It says that in the forensics report, there was a residue of 4 moles of N-acetyl-glucosamine. Although, forensics ruled that out as an environmental waste due to the forest herbs. But if you look over here” I pointed at the autopsy recordings, “4 moles of N-acetyl-glucosamine and 11 moles of mannose were found inside the victims esophagus, meaning that-” 

“It’s Ricin” Reid concluded, finishing my sentence for me. I gave him an affirmative nod, thanking him for the support and continued to explain my theory. 

“I-I don’t get it Y/L/N” Hotch confessed. 

“Ricin is a toxin that takes days, sometimes a week, give or take to have full effect on an individual. It’s usually found when manufacturing Castor beans and also is-” Reid began 

“made up of polypeptide A and B making the toxin virtually lethal, even in small doses” I finished Reid’s sentence, earning a sly smirk from him. “Most importantly, now that we know his method of abduction, we also know his location”.

-

“I’m trusting you on this Y/L/N” Hotch expressed warily, following the team into an abandoned barn that was hidden in miles of forest shrubs and tall trees. 

“I know it’s here sir...I have a feeling” 

“Let’s just hope that feeling’s right Y/L/N” 

Hotch talked into his walkie talkie, signaling the first team to clear the main floor. Men began filing into the double doors, surveying every corner of the lot. 

“Nothing here sir” was heard from Hotch’s monitor. He sighed heavily, returning his gun back to it’s holster before facing my direction. Disappointment was etched onto his expression and I began to feel a heavy weight form in my stomach. 

“Damn it Y/L/N-” 

“Wait- sir, there’s a basement down here” 

-

“Good job today Y/L/N” Hotch complimented. I have him a nod of gratitude, yet I still felt unsatisfied by his comment. He began to walk away, but then suddenly decided to make a 180 to face me again. “I’m...I’m sorry kid, I should’ve had more faith in you” He apologized with an expression of remorse. He laid a comforting hand on my shoulder, whilst looking at me with a light smile. “You’re going to be a great agent someday”. With that he left, walking towards the van while Reid and Morgan came up to me. 

“Hey there princess, great going today” Morgan complimented. I simply blushed and shook my head, “It wouldn’t be a good case if it wasn’t for you guys” I confessed, smiling as the case was finally over after a grueling week. Morgan came up to give me a hug, patting me on the back before leaving to the van. “It’s great to have you on the team kid”

Spencer took this as an opportunity to come up behind me and snake his arms around my waist. “You did so well Y/N” he praised, pulling me back into his chest as he buried his face into the crevice of neck. 

“Thanks Spence, that means more than you know” I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder as we watched the rest of the team pack up the investigation. He placed a sweet kiss on my forehead, emphasizing the great difference in our heights, before taking my hands in his. 

“You know I still can’t believe that YOU figured out the chemical residue left behind at the scene before ME” He exaggerated. I giggled in response, shoving him lightly to the side as we walked hand in hand back to the van. 

“Scared of a little competition Dr. Reid?” I teased, grinning at him. 

“Not at all agent Y/L/N” He replied. “Especially since I’m the one with three PhD’s and three Bachelors” He slyly added. I groaned, rolling my eyes as he began to flaunt his intelligence once again. 

“Shut up Spence before I poison you with Ricin” 

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A/N: if you’re familiar with my other writing regarding timothee, this must be bizarre to see, but please bare with me considering im actually in love with matthew gray gubler

#spencer reid imagines #spencerreid #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid icons #matthew gray gubler #mgg #mgg fanfiction #mgg fluff #reid #spencer #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff

[anna-justice]

Lost or Found - 7

Summary: As Jay, Hailey, Kim, Adam and Kevin start their junior year in the wake of a tragic summer, the past year of their lives comes back to haunt them. If you enjoyed Pretty Little Liars, this is for you! *UPSTEAD/BURZEK High School AU

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7 - What Hurts the Most ...

Within seconds, a missing persons case turned to homicide, leaving Hailey sitting at her kitchen table in shock. “What?” She stuttered, her aunt and uncle gave her sympathetic looks. 

“We wanted you to hear it from us and not the news.” Trudy explained.

“She’s dead?” Hailey wasn’t sure where reality ended and her imagination began. She had been thinking of theories to explain her disappearance for weeks now, who could have done it, whether or not she was in hiding, even thinking that it was maybe her all along. But never during any of it did she think that Erin was actually dead. “How do they know?” Her voice was quiet, she didn’t recognize herself talking.

Randall sighed, “I don’t have all the information, but from what I heard, they said that the body had been decomposing for a while now. The only way they know it’s her is by an already existing fracture in her left wrist and the fact that the bracelet she was wearing said “Erin” on it.”

“We think you should stay home today, there is no telling who will try to talk to you about all of this.” Hailey nodded, her gaze never lifting above her hands. She wracked her brain for any alternate reality, that this was all a set up and Erin was making the biggest show of her life, but all she could find was worry. Jay. She needed to talk to Jay.

She excused herself from the table and mindlessly headed for the stairs. She pressed the contact and then the call button, he answered on the first ring. 

“Hi.” She said when she heard the line click.

“Can I come over?” She could hear the pain in his voice.

“Of course. I’ll see you in a few minutes.” He hung up without answering and a few minutes later Hailey was answering the front door.

She had never seen him like this. He was swearing sweats and a long sleeve t-shirt, his eyes were bloodshot and Hailey found herself wondering how he got there in one piece. When their gaze met he broke again and Hailey rushed out the door wrapped her arms tightly around him, holding on for dear life. 

It was raining, of course it was, the sound of raindrops hitting the awning above them was white noise. Jay had buried his face in her neck, which to all outside parties, looked extremely uncomfortable given the height difference, but Jay was the most relaxed he had been since he heard what had happened. 

Hailey eventually convinced him to come inside, earning sad looks from Trudy and Randall as she attempted to get him up the stairs. Unlike Hailey, they had known Jay since he was a little boy and watching him in this much pain along with their niece was heartbreaking. 

A little later, Jay sat on the edge of her bed, Erin’s phone in his hands. “She’s dead Hailey.” He said, saying his first words since he arrived. “What is all of this for if she’s dead?” 

Hailey took the phone from him gently, placing it on her night stand. She took a seat next to sit, “I honestly have no idea.” Hailey snuck a glance at him, looking for any signs of him falling apart again. “Are you going to be okay while I change my clothes?” 

Jay nodded slowly and Hailey jumped up to change, heading into her attached bathroom. She wiped a stray tear from her cheek. She couldn’t break down right now, she could do that later, right now he needed her. 

When she exited her bathroom in leggings and an oversized shirt, she found Jay sound asleep on top of her comforter. She sighed and grabbed the extra blanket she kept for cold nights, throwing it over him. Suddenly, Erin’s phone buzzed on her nightstand.

Blocked ID: Don’t believe everything you see on TV, real life is a lot more complicated.

Hailey turned the phone all the way off and put it in the drawer. They needed a stalker free day. She cautiously laid down next to Jay, keeping a safe distance and let sleep consume her once again.

…

Adam saw it on the morning news, and as soon as he did he bolted out his front door. He hadn’t heard from Kim yet and he was hoping he could beat the news there. He knocked frantically on the front door, only to be met with Mrs. Burgess’ sad eyes. 

She gave Adam a kind smile before nodding towards the stairs, giving him the okay to go find Kim. He could hear her sobs before he even made it to her room. He pushed the door open, “Baby?” Kim was sitting on her floor, back against her bed, hugging her knees to her chest. She didn’t even look up at him. Adam sprang into action, he sat down in front of her, placing his hand over hers. Kim cried harder, she had someone there to rely on. 

They stayed there for what seemed like forever, Kim wrapped in Adam’s arms, he even shed a few tears. When she had finally cried herself out, she reluctantly pulled away. “I thought we were going to get her back.” 

“I know.” Adam said.

Kim took in a shaky breath. “What do we do?”

Adam was usually the guy with all the answers, but at this moment he had no idea what to say. He didn’t know how to comfort his girlfriend, he didn’t know how to make it better or how to make it hurt less. It wasn’t a secret that he wasn’t the biggest fan of Erin, he thought she was controlling power hungry. Two of the most important people in his life let their entire world revolve around her. 

Sure, she had her moments, but the majority of the time she was guilting Jay about something or having Kim tag along on her torch trips. It was like Erin was a bright, massive star that was mistaken for the sun, but it wasn’t. So, instead of getting warmth and life, eventually she left you cold and dead inside. 

“I don’t know,” he said honestly. 

Somehow, he got her off the floor and onto her bed.  “Are we going to be okay?” 

Adam wanted to tell her what she wanted to hear, that it was all over and they were safe. But he couldn’t, because Erin was dead and whoever killed her was still out there, and they were coming after them next.

…

The next few days were absolute agony. There was a small service, burying a inhabited casket this time. They had all decided to stay home for a few days, none of them were feeling particularly studios. Hailey had reluctantly given Jay the phone back that night, and it had been silent ever since then.

The gang had decided to get together away from the prying eyes of their parents, which is why they found themselves sitting in the middle of an elementary school playground in the middle of the night. And unfortunately, without any alcohol. 

It had been a laid back night, there was no talk of any stalkers or murderers, and the only words spoken about Erin were fond memories. “I remember this one time freshman year, it was right after we started dating, she insisted that we go to one of those movies in the park, but it was like November so it was freezing!” Jay explained, a smile gracing everyone’s faces. “My mom drove us because she was afraid of Hank scaring me. And then later we were awkward cuddling watching some stupid movie and me getting cocky, I go in for the kiss and then someone coughs behind us. Of course it’s Hank, and I freeze, but do you know what she does? She kisses me!” They all laugh loudly, “I have never been so scared in my life.”

The harsh reality of the situation sets in too quickly, because she was gone and now, he had been way more terrified than he was that night. “I wish I could’ve gotten to know her longer.” Hailey says, breaking the silence. It was true, she and Erin were not that close, but they never really got the chance to be. This whole situation was really awkward for her, she had known Erin, so she felt the loss, but she wasn’t feeling it like any of them. 

“Me too,” Kim said, giving her a kind smile. 

The night proved to be too good to be true and not five minutes laters, Erin’s phone buzzed.

Blocked ID: Did you miss me? It’s the mystery’s turn to be a little less mysterious, spill the beans on why you really came here. It’s time to mourn Hailey’s secrets.  

Hailey’s eyes went wide. “Hailey, what do they mean?” Kim asked.

Hailey could feel her heart ready to leap out of her chest. This could not be happening, she never wanted any of them to know. “Um,” She stuttered, trying to formulate a lie. But it was pointless, she didn’t have a choice.

“Hailey?” She felt her eyes flood with tears, she couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze.

“I-I didn’t want to tell you guys this.” She rushed out, lifting her eyes and letting them shift over the four people in front of her. “Erin was the only one that knew.” A lone tear rolled down her cheek. “I didn’t move here for a change of pace.”

Kevin nodded, “I figured you would have left if you could have, after what happened.” 

Hailey sighed, she might as well start at the beginning. “My dad is not a good guy and after both of my brothers left he got way worse. He would hit my mom and then he started throwing me around to get a rise out of Andrew, he’s 21 now.” Jay sucked in a breath and Kim covered her mouth with her hand, Adam’s arm tightening around her. “After he left, Nick tried to fill his shoes and protect mom and I guess me, and it worked for a while but…” She swallowed hard, fighting back the tears. “He graduated and went off to college and I can’t blame him for wanting to get out of that hell hole. But it was like there was years of pent up aggression because of them and one night my dad just snapped.” She couldn’t hold it back anymore as she relived the worst time of her life. “For months it was just a slap every once and a while or screaming matches, but my dad got really drunk and came home convinced that my mom was cheating on him.” Hailey took a few deep breaths, completely oblivious to Jay’s jaw clenching so hard that it was threatening to break. “I jumped in front of her and he-he put me in the hospital.” She was sobbing, and Kim launched herself out of Adam’s embrace and pulled Hailey into her. 

“I’m so sorry Hailey.” She said into her ear as she cried.

Hailey pulled away, suddenly very aware that everyone was staring at her in disbelief. “Uh, after that, my mom sent me here to live with her sister.” 

“Did she press charges? Did you talk to the police?” Jay questioned, snapping out of his daze. He was angry, too angry for Hailey’s liking. 

Hailey stepped back into Kim. “N-No, she’s still with him.”

“What?” Jay yelled. 

Kevin placed a hand on his back, “Jay, man, chill, she’s okay--”

“No!” He spat, shrugging off his arm. “She’s not okay!” He gestured to Hailey, waving his arms mindlessly through the air. 

“Jay!” Adam shouted, trying to get his best friend’s attention. 

Hailey could feel her breathing speed up, she was panicking and she knew what that meant. “I-I’m sorry, I sh-shouldn’t have, I-I--” She took off running towards where they had parked their cars. 

“Hailey!” Kim called after her but she didn’t stop. 

It was hard to breathe and it wasn’t from the running. She bent over the hood of Adam’s car, praying to anything to make it all stop. Her lungs burned, her chest hurt and she could barely see through the wall of tears. She wanted to come here and never have to think about that night again, but now the few people that she never wanted to tell, knew. And they were already giving her the sad eyes and the pity looks and she wanted to erase all of it. 

A hand touched her shoulder and she shoved it away, screaming as she jumped back. When she recovered enough from the scare to look up she was met with Jay’s glossy eyes. He looked sad, hurt even, she had been afraid of him. She hadn’t flinched or screamed like that in months and his face gave away that he probably knew that. “Hailey, I’m sorry.” He said, his voice breaking off at the end. 

Hailey wiped her hands over her eyes and snifiled, trying to get herself together. “Kev, will you take me home please?” She asked, walking past him.

“Hailey.” Jay said again and the pain in his voice felt like a knife to the chest, but she couldn’t face him right now. 

She got in Kevin’s car without looking back, knowing that if she looked at him she would fall apart all over again. The ride home was silent and long, the only words they exchanged were a simple “goodnight,” as she got out. 

Hailey stood in her bathroom, staring at the shell of a girl looking back at her. She imagined the bruises that once stained her tan skin, the tears began to fall again, but this time she had no one to judge her. She slid down the wall behind her, burying her face in her knees and for the first time since Erin’s funeral, she felt completely alone.

#jay halstead #hailey upton #upstead #upstead au #kim burgess #adam ruzek #burzek #burzek au #kevin atwater #erin lindsay #hank voight #trudy platt #randall mcholland #chicago pd #chicago pd au #one chicago

[theoutcastrogue]

Crime in Aztec life

[by Frances F. Berdan]

Aztec court in session: four judges with their assistants behind them, facing the litigants (Codex Mendoza, 1541)

We do have some information on what was considered correct, moral, and lawful in Aztec society, and especially what was not. Many behaviors and attitudes, such as laziness, vanity, gluttony, lasciviousness, and boisterousness were considered socially improper, but not criminal. Long (and what must have been tedious) harangues highlighted these scurrilous behaviors. Drunkenness was a ‘borderline’ offense – it was strictly prohibited outside of prescribed social and religious contexts, viewed as the root of much crime, misery, and dereliction, and punished severely in the manner of a crime. As a general rule, anything done to excess tended to mark one as a marginal citizen. Such approaches to life were considered fertile ground for more serious criminal offenses directed against other individuals, the aristocracy, the state, or the gods. These included homicide and other forms of interpersonal violence, treachery, embezzling, bribery, fraud, various styles of theft, supplying or selling stolen goods, adultery, and flagrant infringements on the exclusive sumptuary rights of nobles.

The Aztec social scheme had room for distinct social categories defined by anti-social roles associated with these misbehaviors. For instance, murder may be perpetrated through sorcery (by transforming shamans, or ‘owl-men’) or through more mundane means by identified murderers or highwaymen (the latter rash and disorderly, the former treacherous and stealthy). Similarly, theft could by achieved through stealth and by casting spells over unwary victims (by solicitors or by ‘dancers with the dead woman’s forearm’), or by outright pilfering by those skilled in the ways of thievery. Judges, attorneys, and solicitors were prone to embezzle and accept bribes, and tax collectors were in an especially favored position to enjoy the fruits of extortion. Lively trade in bustling market-places, and a developing preoccupation with the accumulation of material wealth prompted opportunities and motivations for counterfeiting, theft, and dealing in stolen goods; market-places were also ripe ground for known troublemakers, agitators, brawlers, and those who might incite others in vocal or physical displays of dissatisfaction.

The laws pertaining to all criminal acts were strict, the punishments swift and severe. Sanctions did vary along class lines (with, for instance, more severe punishments for nobles than for commoners in matters of drunkenness, and somewhat greater compassion for nobles in punishments for adultery). Sanctions also varied according to context: for instance, punishments were most severe if crimes occurred in the market-place. Such public flaunting of disorderly behavior could, certainly, not be tolerated, and it so happened that the laws were strictest where the opportunity was greatest (for, say, passing stolen goods, counterfeiting cacao bean money, or just outright pilfering). Surely the market-place was a particularly opportune arena for criminal action.

In the matter of counterfeiting, cacao beans were the smallest monetary ‘denomination’ as well as an exclusive beverage. They were also the most easily falsified form of money (as opposed to, for instance, cotton cloth and small copper items). Those who dealt in cacao beans (who may or may not have been the growers) could counterfeit them through a rather tedious and meticulous process: they would cut off the outer husk of the bean; remove the chocolate; replace the innards with sand, pulverized avocado pits, or wax; and re-seal the husk to deceive the unwary purchaser. It seems like a great deal of work for so little reward (and may actually have encouraged collective work, although this is undocumented), yet it was apparently common practice with many skilled practitioners. It was surely far easier for market-place sellers to defraud by falsifying measures and by mixing in poor quality produce with the good (again a popular practice). Market-place constables were constantly on the alert for such deceits, and false measures were destroyed when found and their owners severely punished.

Context was always a consideration: a thief was punished more severely if he or she stole maize from the lands of subsistence farmers as opposed to those belonging to temple or palace, although theft of other noble goods was dealt with severely. It was thought that individual farmers would be less capable of shouldering such a loss than would priest or noble. Theft of maize must have been fairly common, as there were also laws requiring farmers to plant maize along roadsides – this was ‘free food,’ and designed to discourage theft from legitimate fields.

Some offenses (such as stealing, adultery, unlawful drinking, and witchcraft) reportedly were met with a death penalty (by strangulation, stoning, or similar means); where they were not, repeated offenses were treated harshly with death or slavery leading to sacrifice. And being jailed while awaiting sentencing was no mean matter, as the jails themselves were little more than slatted wooden crates. [...]

An Aztec thief (Florentine Codex, 1545-1590)

While many documented unlawful acts are phrased in the singular, with individual criminals center stage, we do know that multiple actors were involved in nefarious schemes and acts of cunning. For instance, any bribe-taker must conspire with a bribe-giver, stolen goods must be obtained and passed from person to person, and some acts of theft required more than one perpetrator. Take, for instance, those who stole from maize bins: it is reported that two men were required to burgle such a granary, one burglar hoisted up by the other. The man on top entered the bin, removed the maize, and tossed it down to his criminal companion. The law clearly distinguished these roles: if caught, the man who entered the bin was punished by enslavement while his comrade was not (for ‘he who incited another to this theft,commonly was he who went up and entered into the granary’). We know that the law sometimes treated different criminal contributors the same, and sometimes differently – differently in the case of the grain burglars just mentioned, and the same in the case of murderers and those who supplied the means for the homicide (a ‘supplier of poison’ was equally liable as the poisoner in such a murder, a midwife or doctor just as liable as the mother in an abortion). Specifics of the law aside, these examples do suggest some small amount of collusion or conspiracy on the part of multiple persons in committing premeditated crimes against others.

In a more definitively collective vein, violent roadside ambushes by numbers of highwaymen (or others) were not uncommon, and were frequently directed at wealthy traveling merchants or haughty tax collectors. This typically occurred outside the merchants’ or tax collectors’ home city-state, and at times was reason enough for a declaration of war between polities. These ‘highwaymen’ certainly gained materially in their ambushes, but also involved their own ruler and citizenry in tense political and military dramas. It is not clear if such ‘ambushers’ were independent operators – like pirates – or secretive agents of their city state – in the manner of privateers. In either case, they were small, organized, and probably ephemeral groups with an illegal goal in mind. And the tax collectors and merchants themselves were especially attractive ‘marks’ for such attacks. Tax collectors were extortionate in their demands on subject peoples. Merchants were repeatedly accused of overpricing, of demanding expensive goods in exchange for cheap ones, and perhaps of offering loans at exorbitant interest rates (and were generally despised, if one reads enough of these documents). The possibilities for some sort of collective illegal action by both tax collectors (embedded in a bureaucratic hierarchy) and merchants (organized as guilds) are quite real.

~ Frances F. Berdan, “Crime and control in Aztec society” in Organised crime in antiquity, ed. by Keith Hopwood (The Classical Press of Wales, 1999)

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[nat-writer]

Hey, there. I need to say that English it's not my first language. I hope I write it the best I could. Hope you enjoy it!. (Follow me in fanfiction: natydont)

It was a moonless night and she could easily see the stars across the sky. She was leaning on the roof of the base. Her eyes were still sore from crying over the Sonny and Bean murders. Because that was it, homicides. She sighed heavily feeling the urge to cry again, although her eyes were already dry from having done so much during the day. Moblit was concerned, but he knew the difference between the "leave me alone" with a tantrum and the "I need time" when she really didn't feel like talking to anyone. Living in a world full of ignorance, fear and hatred were not easy for her, but she hadn't thought about the bad things that were happening around her for a long time. Indeed, they had just suffered from Titans attacks very recently, but having captured those two 'friends' to study their class had given her a spark of hope. Erwin had also placed her trust in the search for some clue that would lead them to the path of truth. Where the Titans came from and how to kill them.

Her eyes, supposedly already dry from crying, became wet again as the pain in her chest deepened. She could hear her mother's voice in the distance.

You have to live, Zoe.

“Hey, four eyes”.

Hanji held her breath when she heard the voice of the leader of the best squad and looked away from where the voice came to quickly wipe his tears. She wasn't in the mood for him to scold her for crying over Titans, not now, when she thought that with Eren alongside with the possibility of becoming a Titan, she might understand them better and finally have a new clue. Something. Whatever. Why was the world taking away her hopes again?

“Levi, what are you doing up at this time? You should prepare for the expedition of a few days and rest as much as you can” –she said while hiding her voice hoarse from crying.

The shorter young man looked at her, assessing the situation. It was obvious that she had been crying, and from what he had managed to investigate with Moblit, she was being careless. She wasn't eating well and was staying away from groups. Mike was worried too, he had said something that her scent was not the same cheerful that he emanated before.

He decided to ignore the question and sit next to her. Hanji still couldn't see his face, she couldn't, she assumed and feared a reprimand for crying over those two monsters she had named it. If you name a monster, you will immediately feel something for it, he thought to himself. He took out a loaf of bread and placed it on her stomach.

"That Moblit can't keep his mouth shut" the scientist mumbled, taking a small bite.

She was very hungry, but every time she thought that someone inside the cafeteria had finished with her dreams, she would get a lump in her throat and immediately left the place.

“Stop being an idiot and eat well. I'm not your father to be taking care of you”.

“And yet, here you are”.

Hanji smiled at him while Levi looked away. As much as people feared him, she knew what a good and sweet person he was. His coldness was just an iron shell so that nothing and no one could affect him, but; After so many years of knowing each other, the young man had opened up to both, Erwin and her and a little to his squad. She was proud of him, so she patted him on the head that Levi quickly slapped away.

“Fuck you, four fucking eyes, I'm not a child and less a dog, don't do that again unless you want me to break your arm”.

She laughed at that and when she took another bite of the bread, the hunger left again. Her gaze was losing brightness and fatigue was taking hold of her again. He immediately noticed and pursed his lips, concerned. They had killed other Titans, but it had never affected her more than now.

“Hanji”.

“Do you think it's worth it?”

Levi looked at her silently. It was the first time in all this time that she had questioned something like this. She looked so lost and hurt. The boy's chest felt like invisible ropes tightening his heart.

"I mean, it's hard to stay optimistic when your own teammates don't believe in you and decide what's best for them in the short term, instead of thinking ahead." She cackled bitterly.

Her partner didn't know what to say. Was it crazy to experiment with titans? Of course, he thought, especially when the scientist took foolish risks, it seemed like more of a game to her than an investigation, and that used to embitter him when she made dangerous decisions. But it was all worth it when she tormented him with her discoveries or when her hypotheses were correct. She loved what she did and had never cared what other people thought as long as she could investigate.

Hanji clenched her hands on her shirt tightly until her fists lost color on her fingers.

“I know it doesn't make sense to many, then why am I so obsessed with the titans? They are so amazing, but I say that and they look at me like I've lost my mind. Some people are obsessed with power and cause much more damage than the Titans. There are those who enjoy torturing or live at the expense of others. It's true that it is dangerous, I never doubted it for a second. That is why I am the one who takes the most risk. I don't force anyone to stay or agree with me. But I thought my peers and subordinates understood that I was doing it to help humanity. I don't deny that it was also to answer my own questions and understand what is happening around me, but someone had to do it. Someone must take risks. We must learn from them or we will die of our own ignorance. But… But they… Sonny and Bean…”. —Tears began to fall down her cheeks, she smiled looking up at the sky. She was pathetic.

“You're right”.

“Eh?”

Levi's response had surprised her. She watched him in amazement. He was looking at the sky too as he wiped his hands from the dust that was still on the ceiling.

“You know very well what I think. I don't agree with having titans alive, every one of them should die... But you're right, you can't fight an enemy that you hardly know. We know their weakness, yes. However, now that we have Eren with us, we realized that you were always right, Hanji. We don't know anything, we are ignorant. And the only person who can get us out of this problem to know what exactly we are fighting against is you”.

Hanji couldn't believe what she was hearing. Levi, the one who had always been against taking risks to capture Titans. The one who got mad at his inventions. He, who thought he would be the last person to bother him something like that. But there he was, agreeing with her. Not only that, but he was also giving her the responsibility of liberating humanity from ignorance. Her heart felt warm and she rose from the ground to hug him. When she felt that he didn't object, she kissed his cheek gently. She broke away and began to eat the bread like a beast devouring its prey.

“Hey, eat slowly. Didn't anyone teach you manners?”

She laughed and continued eating like nothing. She was happy and had just regained her energy. Levi opened his mouth but closed it quickly again. Hanji realized that and knew what he meant.

“I know it wasn't you, Levi”.

He stared at her in amazement. Sure, it wasn't him, but he could feel the stares. After all, he had made it clear how much he hated risking lives unnecessarily with investigations of these titans. Of course, he was a suspect, so why wasn't she suspicious of him?

"It's easy," she said as if she had read his mind. Hanji took his hand smiling at him- “You would never do anything to harm me, less behind my back... You've always known how much they mean to me, and; As much as you have been against, you've never meddled because you trust what I do, you trust in my work”.

Levi was speechless. How could she read him so easily? Erwin; his closest friend still had a hard time deciphering it a few times. But there she was, this crazy woman, reading him as if it were an open book, easy to read. He squeezed her hand and then raised it and kissed it very gently.

“I swear you'll have justice… He or she won't get away with it. Less when it has made you cry”.

Hanji rested his forehead on Levi's head, smiling. She knew that if he said so, he would never surrender until he fulfilled his oath. He was the person she trusted the most.

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[frowzyspeaks]

Dear Police Officers

Dear Police Officers,

When Ralph Ellison wrote Invisible Man, he was speaking for a community of people whose voice had been excluded from history for far too long. His novel depicts the black experience as a nightmare, which is essentially still our cruel reality today. Progress is the ultimate goal of the United States of America, and it has been since the day the land was stolen from the Native Americans (but that’s not my point today). To progress, one must change, and to change, one must understand the wrong doings they have done so that they can further themselves into a better them. Invisible Man is a depiction of Ellison’s time, the civil rights era. Not much progress has been made since then, and it has been almost 70 years. Where is the change?

Tod Clifton. He was dead before he even realized it. His name literally means death, which was a clever use of word manipulation on Ellison’s part. Clifton was murdered after he struck an officer, which is an undebatable sign of a resisting of arrest. But is resisting the loss of freedom over a doll probable cause to be shot down in the middle of a Harlem street? Although he is a fictional character, his presence in the novel represents a much bigger picture than merely just a character in a book that Ellison made up. To blacks, this is a reality.

Tod Clifton was breaking the law. He was selling Sambo dolls on the street without a permit, resisted arrest, and got shot. He was not even given medical attention after he was shot—he was left laying for all to see. He deserved to be charged criminally in court. However, he never made it to a trial or even to the back of a police cruiser. According to Encyclopedia Britannica, it is your duty as an officer to “[maintain] public order and safety, [enforce] the law, and [prevent, detect], and [investigate] criminal activities.” When do you officers decide that it is also your responsibility to convict a man and give him the death penalty—to assign yourself as the judge and the jury? To become an officer, one must attend a police academy, where the correct way to deal with assault and other unarmed situations is taught and engraved. Yet and still, many officers choose the quick route when it comes to black men, and shoot when the situation gets even just a little bit out of hand. Are there no more batons? Tasers? Stun guns? Bean bag rounds? What about the black man has inflicted fear upon officers? Blackness is not incriminating nor intimidating, yet it has been depicted that way for quite a while.

Eric Garner. He was a black man in Staten Island arrested for illegally selling cigarettes, soon put in a chokehold as he begged for breath almost a dozen times, and let out his final words: “I can’t breathe.” This happened in 2014. Why have we not progressed since Ellison’s era? Do we not strive for progress anymore? Are officers becoming more and more incompetent for their jobs, or are black men becoming more threatening? Garner’s murderer was convicted of homicide eventually, but that was only a small step forward in the corruption that is the law enforcement system. Most officers are not convicted, simply because you all are often given the benefit of the doubt before the case is even explained to its fullest extent. This is done by posing black men as an immediate threat, a sort of threat that cannot be dealt with by the court system. You all are painted as the victims because you put your life on the line every day to ensure the safety of the community, but no one seems to think about us. You chose to be an officer and risk losing your life every time you put on that badge and uniform. Our blackness is not something that we chose. We cannot go home at the end of the day and take it off—it’s something we are born with and are forced to live with. Our blackness puts us at risk every moment of our lives, and we cannot even be given the benefit of the doubt when we are dead. This causes our community to live in constant fear that we can die at the hands of anyone and our murders will get away with it, especially if our murderers are the ones who are supposed to ensure our safety—you.

But what is police brutality? Some officers seem to believe that since they are the image of the law to ordinary civilians, that they are above the law. This leads to them acting out of impulse rather than logic, and results in an excessive use of force and sometimes death when dealing with people who are not even posing an immediate threat. Police brutality has been a major theme of the black experience in the 20th century and seems to have carried itself into the 21st century with an alarming amount of cases. When the ones who are supposed to be protecting us are the same people who harm us, who do we turn to? Distrust in the police departments sprung about organizations during the Civil Rights Movement like the Black Panthers, an organization designed to police the police. In modern times, we have formed the movement #Blacklivesmatter. Since then, black bodies have been put on display as examples of how not to deal with the police, yet we seem to do all the other things that white men do when handling police officers. To debate this, police officers usually point out that whites are murdered by officers far more often than blacks and other minority groups, but we only compose a small percent of the population compared to our white counterparts. If blacks and other minority groups were to be murdered at the same rates as that of whites, we would eventually be wiped out.

Learn how to deal with us when we are angry. We are not angry simply because you are a police officer; we are angry because we fear every encounter with you. Rather it is for a broken tail light or a routine traffic stop, we become alarmed every time we are near you. We should not have to tell our loved ones to keep their hands on the steering wheel when being pulled over or to warn you about where we keep our registration and insurance papers so that we will not be shot. Talking back is not us “asking for it,” it is simply us exercising our rights and letting you as an officer know that we have had enough of the injustices and that we are tired of living in fear that our black skin will get us killed. We should be able to have faith that our law enforcement system will protect us, not harm us.

But don’t get me wrong, for every corrupt officer, there are plenty of officers who carry out their duties exactly as they are supposed to. However, we cannot praise cops for not killing; we have to penalize cops who are not correctly carrying out their duties to promote a healthier relationship between the black community and the police force. As blacks, we often believe that you all treat us all the same due to the color of our skin, so in turn, we tend to assume that all cops are going to treat us as if we are criminals. As a community, yes we do have room to improve, but as an officer, it is your responsibility to ease us away from this stereotype. Prove us wrong.

Sincerely,

A Sister

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[espship18]

BTS as Soap Opera Characters | BTS AU

Okay y’all, work is kicking my hiney BIG TIME, but, I wanted to make a part two to my ATEEZ as soap opera characters, so, here we are! Enjoy~ Disclaimer: Please do not take any offense to any of these, characters, it’s all for fun, let’s laugh together (: 

Setting: The majority of the show takes place in a hospital, changing between the police station. The hospital is very old fashioned with a modern technology twist- we’re totally channeling our inner Diagnosis Murder moment right now. 

Jin: Almost as Dick Van Dyke himself, Jin is a brilliant, stunning, and quite witty of a doctor. He’s an ER doctor who specializes in literally almost anything, and he’s the lead character of the show. Along with working at the hospital, Jin will occasionally work with the local police department on different cases ranging from a simple interview, to comments on an autopsy. Given this position, Jin has quite a lot of power and resources. 

Jungkook: Youngest officer in the precinct, but at the top of his class. He’s not so much a traffic cop, he works on investigations such as homicides and also works on cracking down drug cartel's. His intuition is always on point, he’s an extremely well rounded officer, as well as a very well known officer. He works closely with the community to help solve cases and every case he takes on is a career changing case. 

Taehyung: A grade A detective who we really don’t know much about as the show progresses. He’s got an amazing career and record for himself too!  He’s got a mischievous look in his eye with a lot of information in his brain and resources at his finger tips. He spends a lot of time at work, in fact, we never really see him anywhere else except for working. He can solve a case within a week- that’s how good he is. 

J-Hope: A famous racer in the drag race community in the city. He is a bit of a free spirit, and a little greedy I may say. He enjoys racing for the money and he’s always swimming in cash because the bets placed on him are insane! He’s definitely has the $$$. He also will pick up extra jobs for his company that range from smuggling small doses of drugs to more darker business. He’s also a clumsy character- despite his racing skills, which can cause him problems.  

Jimin: The sweet string bean of the show who’s the fan favorite. The sweet and funny character who has multiple jobs because life is rough, with the personality of a sweet heart. We learn that Jimin’s occupation is as a mail boy for the local hospital and police department. He’s very popular and super friendly, so he definitely knows the office drama and gets word in on what happened to a body from an autopsy or two. His biggest weakness- he’s a little naïve, but we love him regardless!

Yoongi: Another heart of gold character, but he’s very complicated. As a military man, Yoongi serves his country with pride. He’s very good with technology and weaponry, giving his occupation to be working with technology at a state level to strengthen the countries military. He’s witty and so handsome in his suit, and he’s fiercely loyal to his family, who just so happen to be very affluent in the city. We see Yoongi struggle with his emotions in the show too, which helps him but could also harm others.  

Namjoon: The golden character who ties the whole show together. Working as an elevator operator in the local hospital, Namjoon is the character who see’s all and knows all. His character represents the viewer, breaking the fourth wall. Through the show, Namjoon interacts with all the characters, and he knows who’s guilty and who’s innocent. He is also that type of character that people want him to have his own spin off show as his life as an elevator operator. 

~STA

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[bonenkruid]

so my wonderful pal kelly @yikesalert tagged me in this a bit ago, thank you!. in return i tag @hunting-for-pirate-booty @finngualart @princessprouvaire @devilynz @desert-scng and @mychemicalreturn. have fun go wild if u feel like it.

lets go wahoo

name: cillian

nickname: cill, cilli, chillian, egg, bean, noodle, murd (short for murder), homi (short for homicide)

star sign: capricorn

gender: just fucking vibing bro. imagine a small clementine wedge cradled in your palm. yeah. i call myself a man tho

current time: as i type this: 10:38 pm

favourite artist: currently its mcr and all their side projects. but i also love dead poet society an absurd amount

song stuck in my head: lets go vine

last movie i saw: genuinely cant fucking remember. i havent watched movies or tv in so fucking long??? i can only say ive been thinking about rewatching the man from u.n.c.l.e. so many times recently, but still havent done it.

last thing i googled: “de staat 17 oktober”; saw a poster while on an evening walk and realised one of my current favourite artists are playing in october!! so i got tickets. am keeping my fingers crossed about it

other blogs: @anthrophobist: aesthetic, inactive. @ares-three: space, inactive. @cosmic-dilf: cosmic dilf. @gncgerard: mcr. more active than this blog

do i get asks: barely! 

reason for url: james flint in season 4 of black sails.

following: 260

average sleep: on a mathematical average id say roughly 6.5, maybe 7. im just the poster child for healthy sleeping habits

dream job: none. i just want to make art and tend to my vegetable garden.

dream trip: milton keynes for mcr, then bonn for mcr, then paris for the heck of it, then trondheim for black pistol fire, then rotterdam for de staat. im listing this as my dream trip bc some virus had to go and fuck things up for me and my summer plans.

currently wearing: cargo pants, white long sleeved shirt with half the sleeves cut off, black hoodie.

favorite food: this one surinamese chicken noodle dish my mum makes. fuckin glorious shit. or a good indonesian rijsttafel

instruments: i picked up bass precisely 8 days ago, ive never played an instrument before in my life.

favorite song: i think spotify would tell me it’s dear percocet by frank iero

thanks again for tagging me kelly! this was lovely.

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[destieltropecollection]

Destiel Trope Collection 2019 Day 9: Coffee Shop AU

rain is falling, looks like love | @alullabytoleaveby Rating: General Word Count: 5536 Main Tags and Warnings: coffee shop au, student!cas, barista!cas Summary: “Um. I didn’t order this.” Cas shrugs.“It’s on the house. Consider it a thank you for your patience.” Dean snorts. “Thanks, I guess. Although I’ve never been much of a muffin man. Honestly, I’d prefer a piece of pie,” he says with a winning smile. Cas determinedly doesn’t fall for it. “Beggars can’t be choosers, Dean. Eat your muffin.” -- OR: Cas works at a coffeeshop, Dean is a customer, and they're both ridiculously in love with each other.

...And One Awkward Barista To Go | @isolemnlyswear-iamsuperwholocked Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2113 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Alternate Universe - After College/University, Coffee Shop Employee Castiel, Post-High School, High School Crush, Tumblr Prompt, Based on a Tumblr Post Summary: Dean finally got out of his hometown to go to college, but when he comes back on break he passes the cafe where he first met his old crush, Castiel, and old memories make him go inside...because what are the chances he'll even still be there, anyway?

Noveltea & Coffee | @rustling-pages Rating: Explicit Word Count: 50064 Main Tags and Warnings: Magical Realism AU, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining Summary: Dean once thought his literary themed coffee shop ‘Noveltea & Coffee’ would be a better, more satisfying source of income than working as a mechanic. He thought people would come for the good coffee and stay for an even better book selection. He also thought he’d be running it with Sam, but that didn’t happen. Now he’s stuck with a bad mood he’s emoting all over the place, a lovingly created coffee shop no one ever frequents and a soul full of worry for the brother he no longer talks to. When Castiel – a defeated librarian turned accountant – comes stumbling in during a November downpour, things change so drastically for the better, it might as well be magic…

Not So Alone Anymore | @pherryt Rating: General Word Count: 4211 Main Tags and Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, omega!cas, omega!dean, alpha!michael, web designer!dean, Mpreg, abandoned!dean, Misunderstandings, Pining, Confessions, Cas owns a coffee shop, Angst and Fluff, Pups, past michael/dean Summary: Suddenly alone and pregnant, Dean’s resigned himself to raising his unborn pups by himself after Michael skips out on him for greener pastures. Along comes Cas. They get off on the wrong foot but maybe Dean isn’t so alone anymore...

Nobody's Fault But Mine | @peanutbutterjelly-pie Rating: General Word Count: 6139 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe, Fluff, Bakery, Misunderstandings, Mistaken Identity Summary: Castiel just should have listened. He seriously should have. But instead he found himself hypnotized by those beautiful green eyes and he totally missed the most important thing in the process.

50 Last Dates | @reaperlove77 Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1379 Main Tags and Warnings: pining Dean, clueless Cas, Humor, fluff, coffee shop au Summary: It was Dean's guilty pleasure, watching scruffy guy dump his various boyfriends, a real life soap opera. He really, really wanted to get to know blue eyes better, but come on, Dean doesn't date shady. But there's more to the story than he expected.

Autumn in His Eyes | @DesiraeLovesDestiel Rating: Explicit Word Count: 50464 Main Tags and Warnings: Bar Owner Dean/Artist Cas, Humor, Fluff, Angst with a happy ending, Smut, pining, minor character death, Summary: Castiel worked his ass off to escape his family and make a name for himself in the art world and now C.J. Krushnic was one of the most sought-after artists around. After years of abuse from his dysfunctional family, he was finally living as he pleased and answered to no one other than himself. Until his older brother, Lucifer, was arrested and found guilty of multiple homicides. Now the name C.J. Krushnic was synonymous with sex, lies, and murder. Castiel, exhausted and stressed by the constant paparazzi and speculation into his own psyche, goes into hiding, moving into an inherited property of his beloved grandmother’s in the cozy little town of Bear Claw, Vermont-where he meets one Dean Winchester. Dean, though not without his own baggage, is a kind and generous soul who unlocks something in Castiel. Seemingly not put off by his surliness-in fact, Dean seems to enjoy it- the kind bar owner reawakens Castiel’s muse, making him want to open up about his past and who he is. But Dean is too bright to deserve all of Castiel’s dark and the artist is determined not to let them become anything more than good friends. But Castiel soon learns that Dean has other plans.

Bean's | @lemonsorbae Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 6787 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Fluff Summary: When Dean had returned home from his third tour in Iraq, he’d begged the universe for a mundane life. No more guns, no more Arabic, no more shitty showers and MREs; Dean just wanted quiet.

Cakepocalypse! | @mittensmorgul Rating: Mature Word Count: 64145 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Episode: s13e23 Let the Good Times Roll, Baker Dean Winchester, TV producer Castiel, Alternate Universe - Reality Show, 13.23 coda fic and therefore canon, Friends to Lovers, Love Confessions, Angst and Fluff and Smut, but mostly fluff with a dash of crack.. Summary: “What the hell you tryin’ to sell me?” Dean asked, folding his arms across his chest. “Not selling, Deano. Buying. Or at least, renting for the duration of a limited season run,” Gabriel said, as Dean’s frown deepened. “Have you ever dreamed of being a Hollywood superstar?” Dean laughed outright at that and shook his head, turning around to pick up his coffee again. “Man, no way in hell. You got the wrong guy.” Spoiler alert: He did not have the wrong guy.

The Angel Cake Challenge | @almaasi Rating: General Word Count: 8132 Main Tags and Warnings: Canon Universe, Fluff, Romance, Team Free Will 2.0, Day At The Beach, Mistaken For A Couple, Bakery and Coffee Shop, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Public Displays of Affection, Pet Names, Endearments, First Kiss, Closeted Dean Winchester, Coming Out, Openly Bisexual Dean Winchester, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Good Omens Summary: There's a kooky gay couple sitting in this little beachside bistro, at the table next to Dean. Dean's biggest mistake was telling them they looked cute together. Now they've noticed Cas, and they're silently encouraging Dean to be as openly affectionate as them. Dean didn't sign up for this challenge. But now? Hell, he's in it to win it.

Purple Horse in a Coffee Shop | @almaasi Rating: General Word Count: 8437 Main Tags and Warnings: Fluff, Crack, Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Office, Pride Parades, Coffee Shops, Horses, Colorblindness, Pride, Workplace Relationship, Agender Castiel, Asexual Castiel, Wizard Castiel, Bisexual Dean, Prince Dean, Pansexual Sam Summary: Nobody expects to see a purple horse at a Pride parade. So, naturally, Dean Winchester is surprised to meet his office co-worker and long-term crush, Castiel, riding atop a magnificent steed - and dressed in full wizard regalia, no less. Somehow, Cas thinks he (and his decked-out horse) are wearing grey. They visit a coffee shop with their friends and family, trying to get to the bottom of this mix-up - and apparently the purple horse is coming too. “One medium black coffee with two sugars; one macchiato; three small soy lattes; one large decaf with a caramel shot - and ten apples, please.”

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I... I didn't actually realized that I wrote an angst chapter on the last one when I promised a certain bean to calm my angst boner...

HERE'S MY PEACE OFFERING BEANS

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The [Hair color] haired let out a loud sigh as he he pinched the bridge of his nose. His [Eye color] eyes narrowing as he finally looked at the brunet in front of him who had a large grin. "Really Gavin?" The male had said as he saw the said male nodded his head. Another sigh left his lips again as he shakes his head, just awfully disappointed and done for the day. "Really Gavin? What are we, five???" He asked as the brunet rolled his grey eyes. "Oh come on, [Name]!" Gavin said as he gave the male a grin, in return, [Name] frowned at him. "Live a little! What harm could it fucking do?" This was stupid. Absolutely, fucking stupid.

"Gavin... You're my dearest and closest friend, you know that right?" [Name] had started as the other raised a brow but nodded. The [Hair color] haired male then continued, massaging his temple as he closed his eyes for a minute or so then opening them again. His face in a deadpanned expression. "And you fully know I whole heartedly support you and your dumbass antics but this?" [Name] gestured at the said male. "I have limits Gavin... This is fucking stupid." He bluntly stated as the brunet rolled his eyes again. "Bu--" Gavin started but was cut off by his friend's blunt answer. "No."

Despite already being turned down, the brunet persisted. "Come the fucking on [Name]! Please? For me? Your best friend?" Gavin had said as he looked at the other male and even took his hand and intertwined their fingers. "Gavin, n--" [Name] was cut off by the brunet who looked at him, silently begging. "Please?" Gavin said. The brunet male slowly grinned when he saw the [Hair color] haired let out a sigh then nodded his head, defeatedly. "Fine," the [Hair color] finally gaved in. "Fucking finally!" The brunet had shouted as he jumped let go of [Name] hands. "I'll go get the shirts!" Gavin shouted as he ran who knows where. [Name] only shake his head. How was this asshole is best friend anyways? Wait... Shirts?

"Fuck." The [Hair color] haired cursed out as he just realized what he signed up with. The male sat on a chair as a black haired female strolled in the break room to see [Name] looking blankly at a wall. Tina whistled as she walked towards the [Hair color] haired male and poked his cheek. "What's with you?" She asked as she saw [Name]'s [Eye color] eyes were devoid with emotion other than regret at the moment. "You look dead," she stated as she poked his cheek again until [Name] had grabbed her hand. "Gavin happened," the male replied as the black haired female oohed.

Her surprise didn't last long as she giggled and took her hand off the male's grasp, she then patted him on the back as she smiled at him. "That's what you get when you're with that asshole," Tina said and chuckled when she saw [Name] looked so done and let out a tired sigh. "Why... Why am I in love with that guy again...?" He asked as the female shrugged. "Beats me," the black haired female said as she patted his back one last time and walked away. Not before wishing the [Hair color] haired male a good luck. Leaving the male to alone and wait for the brunet male, silently regretting on agreeing on Gavin's request.

After awhile, the brunet finally came with two shirt in his hand. One black and the other blue as Gavin had thrown the blue shirt to [Name]. "Im back with the fucking shirts! Now, fucking change in them dumbass!" Gavin said as the [Hair color] haired looked at the shirt in his hand. "Really Gavin?" He asked as the said male gave him a glare, making him raise his arms in a mock surrender as he sighed. God, help this man.

"Do we really need to wear the shirts?" The [Hair color] haired male had asked as he looked at the new shirt he was wearing. "I mean..." He had to give Gavin points though, the brunet knows how to pick a shirt and it fitted to him quite nicely. The only problem he had was what was imprinted on his shirt as he looked at his friend who was proudly standing in front of him with the black shirt he had brought on him. "I... I feel flattered for you actually getting me something but..." [Name] trailed off as he looked at his shirt again. The words "Bad Cop" imprinted in red bold letters with a some small accents of he fully knows that the blue and red combination is either Superman or Spiderman.

Gavin was one to be interested in superheroes when he was young. Reasons why he was a homicide detective. The brunet wanted to help and contribute justice in the world. Looking back at the brunet, his concluded that the shirt he was wearing was Superman as Gavin's was black and have grey accents, giving away a superhero who only have those colors in their costume. Also, Gavin's shirt also had the words "Good Cop" in white bold letters. "And why am I the bad cop anyways?" The [Hair color] haired asked as Gavin rolled his eyes.

"Because Im the fucking best cop here. And because fucking Batman!" The brunet asnwered, like it was obvious to the male already. [Name] just sighed as he shake his head. Well, atleast he doesn't gave any case to be seen wearing this though. [Name] watched the brunet continue to brag about him being the "best cop" and it was honestly adorable in his eyes. God, why did he fell for this dork? As Gavin continue on and [Name] just listening to him with a small smile on his face. Someone came in the area.

"Hey, you two still her-- woah!" Tina said in surprised. The two had already stopped talking, well, Gavin did as they looked at the bewildered female. Tina's gaze went from the [Hair color] haired to the brunet. Switching more each second until her brain clicked. A huge grin formed on her lips as she laughed. "What the fuck are you grinning about?" Gavin asked as he raised a brow at the female who just ignored what he had said as she crossed her arms over her chest. A shit eating grin still plastered on her face and [Name] finally realize. The fucking shirts!

"Couple shirts? You guys are so fucking dorky it's adorable!" The bkack haired female had said as she giggled at both the male's faces. Gavin wasted no time cursing her out after what she said with red on his cheeks. Fucking hell, she didn't have to make him obvious! [Name] on the other hand hid his face on his hand, Jesus Christ, why him?

"Fuck off Chen! This isn't couple shirts so you can shove whatever crap your thinking off the gutters! Fucking hell!" The brunet cursed out as he embarrassedly glared at her. Tina found Gavin's curse rather hilarious. She couldn't take this guy seriously right now as he was so embarrassed and blushing red. This was golden, if only she had a camera to capture this moment. 'Oh wait... I do!' Quickly pulling out her phone out of her pocket, she immediately swiped it open and tapped the camera app. Capturing one if the best moments she had ever stumbled upon.

Snap

"CHEN DELETE THAT SHIT!!!" Gavin screamed as he was ready to strangle the female if it wasn't for [Name] grabbing the back of his shirt. "Gavin calm the fuck down." He had said as the brunet glared at him but did so. He didn't back off on cursing the two though. "Fucking Chen and fucking [Last name] stopoing me from murdering that fucking bitch." Gavin muttered as [Name] shook his head and looked at the female, his embarrassment slowly decreasing as it was only Tina who saw them in those shirts. God, he'll die if it was Hank. That old man was on his case on having to confess to the brunet for awhile now.

The [Hair color] haired male awkwardly cleared his throat as he raised a brow at the female. "Is there anything you need Tina? And please delete that picture," [Name] had said as Gavin finally stopped crusing him out and looked at the female in curiosity. Why did she need them anyway? "Oh, yeah. Fowler asked you two to interrogate this suspect from your case!" Tina offhandedly said. This caused Gavin to let another stream of curses out of his mout while [Name] paled. In this shirt? Fuck. "He says now, by the way," the female had said as she walked out the break room, giggling at the photo she had took. God these two dorks are absolutely adorable. And the shirts they were wearing were matching.

As Tina continued to walk, she was passed by Gavin and [Name] who had just realize what she had said, that they were need pronto by their boss. "FUCKING HELL! WHY DO THEY NEED US NOW WHEN WERE WEARING THIS CRAP?!?" Gavin yelled as he dragged [Name] who was muttering quiet curses underneath his breathe. The brunet tugging the male's hand to go faster as he cursed everyone who commented on their shirts. "Nice couple shirts Reed! Fucking finally, you two are fucking together! I can't stand watching you two fucking undress each other with your eyes!"

"FUCK OFF ANDERSON!!!"

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New fics in Daredevil Recs

And here I go again with more Peter Parker recs. Gosh dang it, he’s a smol bean that needs protecting. Follow the full rec list here. 

Matt, Peter Friendship

5 Times Matt Talks to Peter - And one time that he talks to Spider-man. Friendship/Fluff. Peter interns for Nelson and Murdock. Matt becomes rather attached, though he was definitely not ready to find out about the teen’s extracurricular activities. I really need more of those boys fighting crime or paperwork together. Complete.

avocado socks and burnt toast - “Oh, my GOD,” Karen said.

Peter blinked at her. Karen blinked at him, mouth hanging open. Matt sighed, and said, “Peter. Mask.” Said mask was still in the kitchen, where Foggy had wrestled it off of the young vigilante earlier, armed with disinfectant and cotton buds and a vicious need to nurture dumbass super-humans. Peter sank low on his haunches, until only his huge eyes and fluffy hair could be seen over the top of the couch. “Whoopsie.” Hurt/Comfort/Fluff. A fun little piece  centering on Matt’s associates discovering Peter’s identity. Starring a hurt Matt and lil’ shit Peter. Very well written and characterized. One-shot.

Bet Your Bottom Dollar - “Rein in the evil, sugar. Pete, why don’t you go get your dad a cup of coffee before he commits homicide in broad daylight.” (Team Red goes on an early morning, undercover mission to catch a pedophile.). Adventure. Matt’s internal dialogue as he tries to get through this mission. In which Peter is a little shit, like always, and Daredevil has to remind his co-parent that murder is bad. Part of the Dumpster Fires Verse. One-shot.

but how do you know? - “How did you know you were gay, Double D?” Peter asked around Valentine’s Day, when Matt was having an existential crisis over whether to get Foggy an apology/Valentine’s Day present or whether to get two separate presents. (Matt fumbles his way through a gender/sexual identity talk.). Humor/Sexuality. Poor Matt just wants to go shopping and have his latest existential crises in peace, but Peter has questions. So many questions. Well done, and as an LGBT+ individual, very appreciated. Part of the Dumpster Fires Verse. One-shot.

No Lilo, Too Much Stitch - Peter Parker sitting on a couch. D-Y-I-N-G. (It’s okay, Daredevil is there. And Claire. And Tony Stark, but he mostly just worries.). Fluff/Humor/Hurt/Comfort. Stream-of-conscious fic told from an injured and concussed Peter’s POV. Very well done and the whole thing really felt like little shit Peter Parker. One-shot.

small potatoes - The road between ten and fifteen had been a slow descent into bad and then worse. (Matt had a hard time in foster-care. It affects the way he relates to Peter.). Angst. Introspective Matt trying to figure out why he worries about Peter constantly and eventually tying that back to his childhood experiences and how he wants to protect Peter from what he suffered. Both touching, tragic, and very realistic in portrayal of how childhood trauma can affect the concept of self. Also a great way to explore Matt’s background without unnecessary exposition. Part of the Dumpster Fires Verse. One-shot.

Strange Loyalties - Spider-Man gets a little in over his head when he accidentally ends up at the same crime scene as the Punisher. Drama/Angst. Frank saves Peter’s life and is predictably an ass about it. Matt is called in to take Peter off of his hands. Bro feels all around. Two-shot, complete.

The Vigilante Case - Peter Parker is having a bad day. He’s tired, he’s got too much homework, and there’s a price on his head. Money is a very good motivator, and half the city has turned on him practically overnight. But amid the easily-angered masses lies a greater danger, and soon Peter’s life hangs by a thread. It’s a good thing he’s so close to Hell’s Kitchen. He’s going to need a Devil to carry his soul. (Or: the one where Peter is injured and Matt takes him home.). Drama/Hurt/Comfort. Matt finds Peter shot and tries to keep him alive long enough for Claire to get to him. For her part, Claire is stuck trying to keep Matt calm and the kid alive throughout the whole reveal. The story is well written and fairly realistic, I appreciated that Peter’s injury was used to reveal his identity to Matt and vice versa instead of just being for hurt/comfort’s sake. Claire deserves a medal. One-shot.

Wildly Out of Wing - Daredevil’s not a team player. He’s barely cares that there are other people like him, working on the streets to keep their city safe - it’s just not important to him. Course that was before Spider-Man dropped into his part of the city and he figured out the kid was actually a kid. He’s not a team player but damned if he’s letting a kid do this alone - or at all. If he could just get Spider-Man to listen… Fluff/Friendship. After several failed attempts to get Peter to hang up his mask and focus on being a teenager, Matt decides the least he can do is train him to face what’s coming as a vigilante. And be the mentor he wished Stick was. One-shot.

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