#and also could get in a lot of legal trouble if money starts changing hands but like youre not thinking about that youre just being stupid

[look-at-the-soul]

Every little thing you do- Part 3

Tommy Shelby x reader

Series master list

A/N: I’m sorry I couldn’t post this past Saturday something came up, so next part will be posted on next Wednesday and so on until I go back to post each Saturday. ♥️ Thank you for reading and engaging in this little idea! It means a lot!

Word count: 3,038

After listening to the doctor assure her that the baby was fine last week, Y/N had a lot of time to think and digest all the major changes she was about to face. She couldn’t help but stay up at night and cry endlessly on her own, but after a few days Y/N had finally made a decision. It wasn’t easy, but like her grandmother had said, she didn’t have many options.

Polly had also talked to her with her heart on her sleeve. She had assured her that in the end, women did well with or without a man by their side, her own husband passed away after getting too drunk, Tommy’s father wasn’t the best example to lead a family, Y/N knew too well how their relationship ended up, Ada had married Freddy only for him passing away too soon and she had raised Karl on her own.

She was right, but there was a huge difference, regardless of the useless men in their lives, they still had their last name as support. It didn’t mean anything, but legally it granted them more rights than being a single mother. The injuries on her back had been healing, she was now able to wear her regular clothes and even though she still flinched at times from the pain, it felt nice to move around more freely.

At least she had a place to sleep and food to eat, so at the moment she got it covered. She needed to save as much money as she could though, she had to think of the future.

Staring out the window, she noticed Tommy parking outside, so she rushed downstairs.

“Tommy,” Y/N greeted him. He had been to London, but barely stayed for a night. “How was your trip?”

Tommy hesitated for an instant. Under different circumstances he would’ve shared the new business Mr. Churchill had mentioned at their meeting, but he thought Y/N already had enough in her plate to add anymore pressure. He was still deciding how to manage everything with the Russians and until he got clearer instructions he’d try to keep her out of it.

“Good. I still need to go back next week though.” He followed Y/N into the kitchen, placing a small paper bag on the table. “Brought you something.”

Y/N filled two cups of the tea she started earlier and as she was about to take them to the table, Tommy rushed to get them from her hands.

“I can walk around with them, Tom. I’m only pregnant.” Y/N chuckled at his sudden protectiveness.

“Yeah, what if you feel dizzy? You could burn yourself.” He added worryingly.

But Y/N was busy drooling over the bread Tommy brought.

“Well?” Tommy gave her a long look as he added sugar to his tea.

Y/N looked up at Tommy with her mouth full, the bread was so good!

“Oh! Right… I just wanted to ask if you’re still good with the idea of me living in Arrow House? I don’t want this to cause you troubles with someone.” She took a deep breath and stared down at her hands.

Tommy blinked a couple of times in confusion. “Problems with who? What do you mean?”

It was hard to put her feelings into words, the right words as a matter of fact. Lately she had been having lots of big feelings, lots of things to be afraid of…

Y/N moved nervously. “I’ve never been noisy about your personal affairs Tom, and I don’t want to be in the middle in case you’ve a-a you know… a woman in your life.” She admitted, her voice trailing off by the end.

He squinted his eyes, not quite believing what he just heard. Then he started laughing, a loud, genuine laugh. “This is ridiculous, you’ve nothing to worry about.”

Only then, she dared to look at him, to read his expression.

“Is this what’s keeping you from accepting? Y/N, look,” Tommy took a few steps towards her, his hands found their way to her cheeks to make her look at him. “I’m going to help you no matter what. Just tell me if you accept or not, I’ll take care of the rest.”

They have had each others back over the years, and now it wouldn’t be different.

“I do need to ask you for a favor though.” Y/N folded her arms. “I will need that job you offered me as secretary a while ago.”

“But you’re pregnant.” He protested.

She was already shaking her head. “I don’t want your pity or charity, I need to work.”

With a sigh, Tommy found himself nodding in agreement. She was stubborn and wouldn’t stay still for too long.

“Deal. Although if you feel sick…”

“I’ll take it easy, I promise.”

This time, it was Tommy who pulled her in for a hug, grateful because Y/N accepted the help he was offering genuinely.

“What made you change your mind from your initial decision?” He asked with curiosity.

Y/N took a sip of her tea, feeling grateful after noticing her stomach was taking it nicely. “My grandma helped me see it through. This is the most decent offer I’ll probably get.”

“So you’re accepting because it’s your only option?” Tommy teased.

“Shut up.” She shoved him slightly on the shoulder.

She still needed to send a letter to Lady Winchester to let her know she wouldn’t be able to return to work. Until now she had lied and said she got sick and didn’t want to risk her, but she needed to digest this upcoming change first.

Later that week, Y/N had officially moved into Arrow House. She didn’t own many things other than her clothes that her grandmother managed to take from her house, her hairbrush and a small bag that Polly gave her. So here she was, on her way to an unknown future full of uncertainty, but with a little baby growing inside her. And the incondicional support of the people who were so close to her heart.

Everyone in the Shelby family had been nothing but kind and welcoming to her, offering to help her carry whatever she had on her hands, telling her how they would welcome the baby with a peaky cap and defend her from cruel comments.

Her eyes danced around, she still gasped at the sight of the spacious foyer, the only difference she noticed is that it now had more furniture and different curtains.

“Mary.”

“Good evening Mr. Shelby, may I take your coat?” A maid welcomed them, moving fast to get the coat from him, she then pointed at the briefcase. She even had uniform!

“This is Miss YL/N, she’ll use the guest bedroom I asked you to prepare.” Then he turned to face Y/N. “Mary will help you with everything, please make yourself at home.”

“Nice to meet you.” Y/N admitted with a smile, but deep down she was in shock to see that a maid was practically guessing Tommy’s every move.

“Of course Mr. Shelby.” The maid gave her a subtle look, but didn’t ask any more questions. “Follow me Miss.”

Turning around, Tommy changed his mind. “Actually… Mary take her suitcase upstairs, Y/N come with me.”

Feeling overwhelmed, she followed him, crossing a huge room, Tommy explained her it was his office, he was holding the door open for her to walk in.

“An office! Look at this place… it’s bigger than our kitchen and living room together.” Y/N couldn’t believe this, she took her time to take everything in; the impressive desk, the endless bookshelves -some where still empty-, the fireplace. “You got a painting?!”

Tommy looked down, understanding her surprise. “Is it too much?” Sometimes it all felt surreal to him.

Y/N didn’t think it was her place to point wherever it was or not too much, he could do whatever he pleased with his wealth.

“It’s just I’m not used to all of this.” She shuddered.

There was something different sparkling in his eyes. It was like she was watching the boy with big dreams and killer smile all over again.

“Yeah… me neither.”

Tommy took a long puff of his cigarette, but Y/N wrinkled her nose.

“Are you feeling sick?” He noticed the sounds she made, she was holding her stomach with one hand.

“I think it’s the smell of the cigarette.”

“Shit.” Tommy opened the window and curtains to allow some fresh air to get in and then he stomped his almost untouched cigarette on the ashtray. “Better?”

“Thanks.” She then chuckled. “Sorry I don’t want to be a burden for you.”

“Hey it’s fine, it’s just a cigarette.” He waved at the air to keep the smell from concentrating in the room.

A knock on the door caught their attention, Y/N even jumped in her seat a little.

“Mr. Shelby, dinner will be ready shortly.” Mary announced.

He nodded and asked for a glass of water for Y/N.

“This feels so surreal if you ask me.” She made a funny face that made him laugh.

“I guess I’ll get used to it.”

Pouring some whiskey into the new glassware set he got, he thought about it.

“Look at us.” Y/N said absently, her face moving towards the ceiling. “Who would have thought you’d get a place like this and I’d be expecting a child without a male support.” She rubbed a hand on her still non-existent bump.

Tommy clicked his tongue and gave her an offended look. “What about me?”

“You know what I mean.” She added after noticing his eyes fixed on her.

“How about dinner?” He offered his hand to Y/N. “Let’s see what the chef prepared. Ey?”

Earning another chuckle from Y/N guided her towards the opposite end. A huge table set just for them.

“There’s another painting!” Y/N pointed through gritted teeth.

A huge portrait of Tommy hanged immaculately on the wall. She could barely keep up with the things going on in her life, but it seemed to be surprise after surprise with his own news.

“Just ignore it.” Tommy suggested taking his place at very end, right under the painting. “I needed to spend some money.”

Rolling her eyes at him, Y/N joined him unsure. “Where should I sit then?”

Patting the place next to him, Tommy stood up. “Right here, next to me.” And he held the chair for her, like a true gentleman. A gesture no one had ever made towards her.

“Are you sure I can’t sleep downstairs? I’ll take me forever to walk down… image how I’ll roll down once I get all heavy?”

The image of her swollen stomach invaded his mind for a second, Tommy stopped with his hand holding the glass midway, until he shook his head a little.

“You always love to exaggerate it, it’s not so big.” He added as come back.

“It’s huge and you know it.” She added just before the maids brought their plates.

Y/N was about to take a bite of her food when she noticed something.

“Tommy.” She whispered, making Tommy lean forward. “Do they have to stay there and stare? This is awkward.”

Tommy laughed freely.

“Mary, would you give us a moment?”

“What if you need-”

“I’ll call you.” He interrupted.

She was surprised to see them following Tommy’s requests in a heartbeat. They were eager to please him in every possible way.

“This is insane, they’re watching your every move.”

Tommy chuckled unsure of what to say, he was still trying to adjust to this new lifestyle, trying to be part of a select club to fit in the upper class.

“Well I’m paying them a ridiculous amount of money.”

“You know what I mean.” She stated smirking.

He did, of course he did.

This was the kind of things people like he and Y/N could only dream a few years ago.

“Just enjoy it, you’ll get used to it.”

He smiled at his friend, understanding her confusion. A major change like that in his life didn’t happen overnight, it took time and a lot of effort to built the fucking empire he now owned. It was about damn time that he started getting a small luxury like that property or the service for the place.

Y/N had to admit the food was delicious, she had never tasted anything better than that meal.

“I’m really proud of you.” She expressed as they finished. “It’s like you made your dreams come true, you made it out of Small Heath not from the back door, you made it through the main gate.”

Tommy swallowed hard, Y/N was the only person that had celebrated with him the small victories just as the big ones. He was lost for words, to realize that she felt proud of him meant more that he could express.

“Would you like dessert?” Mary asked folding her hands.

Turning to face Y/N, Tommy realized the way her eyes sparkled. “Just one for her, please.”

She groaned. “This is going to be a problem, you’re going to make me put on some weight with all of this food.”

“Well you need to feed that baby.” Tommy leaned his elbows on the table.

“You don’t even know how grateful I am to have you in my life, you’re saving our lives.” She touched his arm.

“That’s what friends do.” He chuckled as he saw her mouthwatering expression over the plate.

A few moments later, Tommy walked her towards her bedroom.

“This is insane, a small living room inside my bedroom?!” Y/N couldn’t believe how spacious it was.

“There’s the walk in closet, and this additional wardrobe, the vanity… everything you might need.” He added pacing around, slowly. Hands hiding in his pockets. “I think you will particularly enjoy this.”

He then pointed at the window seat. Y/N gasped in surprise, she hadn’t noticed it.

“Woah… Tommy.”

When she turned around, Tommy noticed the tears in her eyes.

“Hey what’s wrong?” He stepped closer.

“You’re just so good to me, I can’t thank you enough for providing a roof to sleep under.” Y/N sobbed.

Her vulnerability broke him. It tore him apart to realize how hard this was to her. His arms found their way around her immediately.

Emotions coming out in the form of tears.

“Y/N… talk to me.”

“It’s just…sad to see my own family doing this to me. The days I spent at Watery Lane, they never went to ask how I was doing.” A sudden sob interrupted her explanation. “To check if I needed something.”

He didn’t know what to say, her family’s message was clear and he could only imagine how she was feeling.

“But you’ve my family,” he offered rubbing her back, “we’ll be with you every step of the way. Try to forget about it, you need to be calm.” He then took a step back, but kept touching her arm, “Think of your baby.”

That seemed to do the trick, because his words made Y/N smile.

“You’re so right.” Y/N took a deep breath. “Scott made his choice and so did my family. From now on it will be this baby, me, Grandma, you and the Shelby family. That’s all I need.”

A half smile appeared on her face. He knew the process wouldn’t be easy, it’d take her some time to rebuild herself, but she had the determination and courage to carry on with whatever obstacle life decided to make her face.

A flash back ran through Tommy’s mind, he went back to the warehouse and he could still hear Scott’s pleads for his life. The blinders had been playing with him for a while and Tommy took his time. But when he faced him, Scott’s eyes were fully swollen, an ugly lip cut and several bruises all over his face.

“You thought you could fuck off like a rat?! Ey?!” He shouted in his face, yanking his hair so Scott could be face to face with him. “Thought it would fun to mess around with Y/N?”

A twisted smirk appeared on Scott’s lips, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Tommy so he moved his hand back and hit him hard across the face with his fist several times.

“This is for fooling Y/N.” Tommy announced and kicked him.

“And this for not taking responsibility over the baby.” He kicked Scott between his legs this time. “Fucking coward.”

Now, with Scott lying on his back groaning in pain, Tommy stepped over him, holding him by the shirt with one hand. “And this for telling me to fuck off.”

It took three blinders to make Tommy step back, he was determined to finish him. He had to take deep breaths through his mouth from the exertion and adrenaline rush. His heart was pumping so hard and fast against his ribs.

“I want you out of the city and you better never come back. Because next time I’ll fucking kill you.”

End of flashback.

“You’re safe now.” Tommy helped her gently to sit on the edge of the bed. “You can have a new beginning here with your baby. I can assure you, you’ll get everything you need.”

Tommy offered Y/N his handkerchief.

“You deserve everything good in world Tommy.”

She knew that he meant every word, and most importantly, he’d keep his promises.

“Now have some rest, you’ve been through a lot.” He groaned as he stood up.

“At what time should I be at the office?” Y/N asked when her friend reached the door.

“8:00 o’clock,” he winked, “but I’ll drive you. Good night.”

As she thanked her best friend one more time and wished him good night, Y/N stared at the spacious bedroom. It was unbelievable, a dream she was afraid to wake up from.

Her heart still felt heavy for not having her family’s support, but in some way she felt secure and protected under Tommy’s wing.

And for now, that was enough.

Part 4

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[solcorvidae]

Modern Witcher AU: My Headcanons (part 1??)

This is exclusively for my own Trucker AU/my fic called Hypothermic on AO3! I have other headcanons for other Modern AU's, but I just love them so much and there are so many things that I cannot possibly include into my fic but still want to share (at least right away/in a way that is plot-relevant). -- also, these are in no particular order.

Jaskier lives in a big city and his parents have a ton of money. They are very big on being a "proper and well mannered" family which Jaskier has had a lot of trouble with. He loves his family and they love him, but they butt heads pretty frequently over small and avoidable things.

Geralt, Eskel, and Lambert are not related to one another by blood at all. The boys met in foster care, Geralt becoming attached to Eskel very quickly, and Eskel bonding with both Geralt and Lambert. He felt responsible for the others and they became inseparable. They bounced around together and were between a lot of different homes/placements before they wound up with Vesemir. Eventually the boys officially asked if Vesemir would be their dad, spurring the legal adoption process into motion.

It took a long time for Eskel to trust Vesemir fully, isolating himself almost consistently for months after he had settled in. He trusted him enough to feel safe and relatively at home, but not enough to come out of his shell. He ate an overwhelming amount of dinners alone in their bedroom, not with the rest of the household.

Geralt was teased for his white hair as a kid and decided that he wanted to dye it dark brown like Eskel's when he was in middle school. It turned out horribly and the dye did not take due to the colour/texture. Eskel helped him and felt bad for ruining the poor kids hair even though there was no way to really know (since they didn't do a test strip).

Lambert often forgets momentarily that his family is not by blood due to his young age when they arrived at Vesemir's house for the first time.

Eskel doesn't have any baby pictures that are still intact/in his possession

Eskel and Geralt both had grey eyes as little kids

Eskel's eyes slowly changed from grey to bright green as he got older. Geralt kept his grey eyes for a lot longer than most kids do before they changed.

Lambert had red hair as a little kid and slowly grew out of it. It eventually shifted to an extremely dark brown with red undertones.

Lambert kept his hair somewhat long as a kid/through highschool and cut it short after graduation. He got Eskel and Geralt to help and they did it in their shared bathroom together. It went shockingly well but the bathroom was a disaster. There are candid photos of the whole affair somewhere on Vesemir’s camera.

Geralt on the other hand, had short hair until the Hair Dye IncidentTM and then refused to touch the length after that, letting it grow long. He only went to get haircuts for maintenance and trimming off split ends, never to cut off any significant length. He still has long hair to this day.

Geralt cannot stand facial hair. He will scratch his face raw if he cannot get rid of it fast enough (or if he can’t use a razor that gives him a close enough shave). Vesemir gets Geralt a straight razor for his 17th birthday to help with this. Geralt is determined to keep this razor forever.

Geralt was the youngest out of all of them to go into the family business and start trucking. He knew since he was young that he wanted to work for his father and was determined to do so as soon as he possibly could. He took Data Management and Business 101 in highschool so he could be of help with bookkeeping despite being notably awful with advanced math. He completed driving school and got his full licence at 19 and started work only a few months later.

Unlike Geralt, Eskel was insanely good at advanced maths and took Advanced Calculus and upper year Physics courses for fun.

Lambert lived in the weight room and shop classes in highschool. Everyone tended to write him off as not being “book smart” but he did super well in the sciences—particularly biology. He took it all the way through until graduation, making honour roll several times.

Geralt is crazy sentimental. Jaskier gifts him trinkets, photos, pop can tabs, flowers... you name it and he keeps every single one. He has a charm pinned to his felt cowboy hat; a gift from Jaskier. It’s on the left side not only because it’s proper,but it is also because it’s closer to the wearer's heart. He has polaroids in his sun visor and in his wallet. He lets Jaskier start a pin collection on the ceiling of his work truck, only complaining minimally about the puncture holes they’ll leave behind.

Geralt and his brothers bar off several weeks each winter where they won't take any contracts so they can come home for the holidays. They spend every Christmas and New Years together in their childhood home.

Vesemir has banned the boys from betting cash. Anything under 5 dollars is negotiable, but he enforces the rule with anything of higher value. Too many fights had occurred over the years due to (intentional?) miscommunication and brotherly stubbornness.

[Modern AU Headcanon Masterpost]

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Were my family the assholes for not giving my great-aunt money for her daughter’s funeral? (All names are fake names other than Nan just being a grandmother nickname. This all happened a couple of years ago. Sorry for the length!)

To start, my grandmother (“Nan”) is in her mid-80s and has Alzheimer’s. She mostly still knows who everyone is, but has a very hard time with her working and short-term memory; she cannot live alone anymore and lives with my aunt. She has one living sister (“Joan”), who is in her late 70s and lives several states away from us. It’s drivable but not easily, especially for someone older.

Nan is the sweetest, most patient, and gentle person ever, and Alzheimer’s has not significantly changed this. Joan, on the other hand, has a long history of being manipulative and careless (eg. getting Nan very drunk even in old age), and my family have been no-contact with her for several years. Every time we give her a chance to come back into Nan’s life, she starts fights (occasionally physical) and will scream abuse at Nan’s kids (my dad and aunt). Joan always pitted her kids and my dad and aunt against each other, favoring my dad and openly hating my aunt. She also really fucked up her own kids, one of whom is a very meek, quiet guy who we still see, and the other of whom had addiction and legal problems her whole life (“Mary”).

Mary used to live closer to us, but during a particularly tough time in her life, broke into my grandmother’s house and stole money and jewelry. We are lucky that Nan is financially stable, but she doesn’t have infinite money and some of the things Mary stole were sentimental items from my grandfather, who passed away several years ago. Like with Joan, we had given Mary several second chances. She was a family member, her mother lived far away, and she had problems that were difficult to deal with. After this, my dad put his foot down in the name of Nan’s safety, and we broke off contact with Mary. She eventually went to live closer to Joan.

Mary died a couple of years ago in her late forties. It’s really, really sad. None of us had seen her in several years. Throughout this time period, Joan had popped in and out, sending harassing text messages and berating my aunt over the phone (not about Mary). After Mary died, she contacted my dad and aunt to ask if they could send money for Mary’s burial. Joan and my aunt are not well-off, but my parents are upper middle-class. My parents talked about it a lot and decided not to send money to Joan. Their main reasoning was that they did not want to open up another window for Joan to come back into people’s lives and harass them, particularly Nan. Nan often gets upset when Joan is causing trouble, and we don’t want to put her through that. My parents were also concerned that this might end up with my aunt sending more of my grandmother’s money to Joan.

My brother felt that my parents were being too cold, since the money genuinely was intended for funerary purposes. I get where both he and my parents are coming from: on one hand, Joan is an absolute monster and has been mistreating people her entire life, and Mary did steal from my grandmother. On the other hand, she can’t do any more harm now, she’s family, my parents can afford it, and Joan is too old and far away to realistically physically show up in anyone’s life.

TL;DR: Is it wrong to refuse to help with burial costs for an abusive family member’s (harmful but less abusive) adult child?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[crack-fic-casey]

Plots They COULD have used for the Megamind Sequal

1) Megamind is defending Metrocity, but he's not an official hero until he gets his hero insurance! While a representative from Justice Inc comes by to make sure that Megamind fits the proper hero mold, he, Minion, and Chum have to collect the stuff he sold at his evil Yard Sale before anyone is hurt. While ultimately unsuccessful, Megamind can use his brain-bots and inventions to repair any damage caused more effectively than Justice Inc and continues to defend Metrocity. The CEO of Justice Inc (Iron Man expy, see if we can also somehow reference Kevin Fiege) notes that this could put a dent in their bottom line and make superheroes look bad.

2) Megamind still has the super-serum that created Titan! It can't be replicated, but it's so powerful and volatile that it can't be safely moved or destroyed without risking the city. Roxie suggests giving the power to someone else, but now that Megamind has perspective he's worried about it driving someone crazy. (maybe it's more unstable now that it was inside someone? So it might blow up whomever they give it to.) Metroman just burnt out from being a hero 24/7, what if the next guy turns out like Hal? A new villian is trying to steal it, and Minion and Roxie are tasked with taking it to Metro Man while Megs fights off the new guy. Minion and Metro Man bond over how defined they are by their roles, and if it's truly what they want. There's a joke about Metro Man being legally named Metro Man, and then point out how sad that is. Then draw a line between that and Minion being named Minion. Minion defies Megamind's orders and saves him from the villian, declaring that he wants to be called Chum from now on. He and Metro Man starting meeting for lunch. (…Ship tease Metro Man and Chum?)

3) Megamind is getting overwhelmed by an onslaught of c and d list villians. Turns out the Sinister Syndicate is using him as a starter hero to get supervillians ready for actual acts of villiany. Outraged, he storms down there to get his status changed while Chum and Roxie defend the city. Megamind was never a part of the Sinister Syndicate, and outright drove away anyone who tried to get him to join. Now he's trapped in a maze of bureaucracy, his one weakness. Meanwhile Roxie and Chum, who had made jokes at the expense of Megamind's common sense, are having trouble using his gadgets effectively in actual fights. Forshadow Roxanne getting Titan's powers at the end of the season, but also make it clear that Megamind only makes it look easy. Clarify a little about how I'm ripping off Venture Bros. Supervillians put on a show and make death traps because, if they just start killing people, then the super heroes will also start killing people. So they get together and self-police. They have a system in place to keep things from getting to far out of hand. Megamind is cleared to fight real villains. Introduce his nemesis; the common-sense CEO of the Sinister Syndicate. He's the oppisate of Megamind. Evil is a business, it's all about the money, and there's no reason to enjoy what one does.

4) Roxanne is kidnapped for the first time since she started dating Megamind! The villainous Racer (who keeps changing his name to different racing puns) is tearing up and down the streets of Metrocity, looking for a challenge. Roxanne refuses to be rescued, using her posistion to keep Megs informed and getting a lot of material for her story. Megamind is upset that she didn't want to spend this much time with him when he was kidnapping her. How will this effect their relationship? Megamind talks to Metro Man about Roxanne. Metro Man mentions that fighting Megamind was the closest thing he got to actually talking to people, since everyone put him on a pedastal, and how it stung when his nemesis relationship with Megs also turned into something rote.

5) Megamind and Metro Man get a distress signal from the area of space where their home planets were destroyed. They take a space ship to investigate, only to find an evil collector who puts them up for auction as the last surviving members of their species. Megs and Metro Man reminice about what they remember from their homes and team up to wreck the place.

6) Justice Inc tries to set up their own hero in Metrocity, and Megamind has one week to win the hearts of the people before a vote over weather or not to keep him as City Savior. Roxanne is torn between shilling for her boyfriend or printing an unbiased account of his adventures. Megamind's repeated failures and desperation to be liked give a bad impression, but the city is swayed when it's pointed out that he's defending them because he wants to, not because its a job. Which means he'll do it for free and the city doesn't have to pay Justice Inc a fortune. Megamind is offically on Not!Stark's hit list.

7) Roxanne has to deal with an obnoxious co-worker; a super hero reviewer that rates the effectiveness and style of Megamind in each of his fights. Her accusation of bias are met with his own accusation that's she's very pro-Megamind, despite her decision to be totally truthful in the last episode (which put strain on their relationship.) Meanwhile, Megamind has to deal with an enemy that seems to know all of his tactics! They discover a bug that the villian was using to spy on them, which was secretly placed on Roxie by her Co-worker.

8) A giant monster arises from the deep to destroy America! Megamind has to team up with Justice Inc's top hero team, including Not!Stark and the new guy that was sent to replace Megs a few episodes ago. Megs and new guy bond, and some of the team members warm up to him as he adjusts to not being the one in charge. The team is divided on whether or not they like him, but they're also split on Not!Stark.

#megamind

[theanticool]

It has been a weird year for combat sports. Plenty of great fights and cards, but at least partially overshadowed by promotional shenanigans outside the ring/cage. Many of those outside the cage things are coming to a head in 2024.

So here are some things to be on the lookout for in combat sports in 2024.

1. The UFC antitrust lawsuit: Cung Le and the fighters will be going to court come in 2024 barring a Hail Mary from the Zuffa legal team. The outcome of this case, whether it’s the UFC paying hundreds of millions of dollars to the fighters directly or being forced to have less restrictive contracts, could change the entire sport as we know it. It’s the most important thing happening in MMA. As we move closer to the case, I really hope more of the MMA media (outside of Bloodyelbow) starts talking about it more.

2. PFL-Bellator merger: for as pessimistic as I have been about this, I really hope the PFL team manage to get this thing off the ground. They’ve got a new deal with ESPN that includes some shoulder programming. They’ve got one of the hottest names in combat sports right now with Francis Ngannou (also that one Paul brother). They’ve got a good roster that has a bit of depth to it now. I want them to succeed, I’m just not confident the team that tried to sellout MSG on NYE can figure it out.

3. ONE Championship - MMA, $$$, and BS: despite putting on amazing fights, I have to imagine 2023 will be another year where ONE operates deeply in the red. With rumors of their investors in Qatar, growing tired of losing money, ONE needs to start making cash. I can’t imagine their recent addition of $40 PPVs will be the cash cow they need, but it’s showing some desperation for liquidity. But that’s not the only trouble bubbling with the promotion. ONE put on something like 20 kickboxing bouts and most of their MMA champions fought at most once, or not at all. The focus on Muay Thai and a handful of grappling “super” fights has come at the cost of MMA fighters and kickboxers. So much so that a handful of them are openly complaining and were attempting to leave the promotion before legal action was taken to keep them in house. ONE has booked a couple big MMA bouts for 2024, but without booking of younger talent there’s really no infrastructure to build future challengers. And that’s concerning for a promotion that wants to run cards in the US and potentially land a big TV/streaming deal.

4. K-1 ReBoot - More J-Kick disappointment : K-1 ReBirth aka ReBoot has been a disaster. While the first event produced a new exciting Chinese Light Heavyweight challenger and was main event Ed by a terrific fight between Kaneko and Kumara, the card was streamed on the Quintet YT channel because something kept it off DAZN and FITE TV. And while Rebirth 2 was fire start to finish, the card was only accessible via VPN and ABEMA as their international streaming rights still had not been settled. If K-1 wants to be a globe trotting promotion that does business in Europe, China, and the US, they need to sort all this out.

5. PBC post Showtime: Showtime Boxing is dead after almost 40 years of business, meaning one of the last bastions of boxing on US TV. It was recently announced they will continue with PPVs being broadcast thru Amazon prime (and traditional providers) but it’s unclear how many events they will hold and if this will exclusively include PPV? Word is they are shopping around for another partner but this has understandably been a big blow for the entire industry. 2024 is an odd year for PBC, especially if they have to trim down their roster because they can’t get everyone fights.

6. Glory Kickboxing - What next?: Glory kind of limped thru 2023. While they had some highs, there were a lot of events and stuff that fell flat. Relying on heavyweights is always a gamble like that I suppose. But the guy they got to fight for the welterweight title against Endy Semeleer last week had like 3 fights to his name? So in an effort to build contenders and momentum, they’re bringing back the one night four man tournaments of Spike era Glory. We’ll see if that works for them. They also have that big heavyweight Grand Prix coming up apparently so we’ll see.

Feel free to add your own

#kickboxing #one championship #ufc #pfl #Bellator #boxing #pbc #opinions

[dm-clockwork-dragon]

What are your thoughts concerning the OGL 1.1 possibilities, and your work? Will you stick with 5/5.5e, or be looking at a new system?

Hoo Boy... this is gonna be a can of worms.

I have had the chance to actually read the OGL 1.1 (or what is to my knowledge the most recently sent out version), and I will link that here for anyone who wants to read the Actual Document, instead of sensationalized headlines and youtube reactions.

There's certainly some stuff n there that will be a pain in the ass - attaching a copy of the OGL to the end of all my content, and Making sure to document things better incase by some miracle I ever start making money off of this stuff. But buy-in large, it's not going to affect me, and I think that there is a lot of misinformation and panic going around the community, because so many of the people blowing the whistle aren't familiar with how to read legal documents, or haven't had the chance to read the new OGL for themselves.

I could be wrong on that, and I'm not coming out in support of the changes or anything. But after reviewing the document with the help of a legal eye, I don't think it is going to be as world-ending as people are passing around.

For one, a lot of people misunderstand what the OGL actually is. It is not a blanket document that covers all content. While it does dissolve the old OGL, it does not dissolve the Fan Content Policy, which is what most homebrew produced by individuals actually falls under. It also isn't the only License Agreement WotC issues - it's just the default. Despite the reactions of some third party publishers like Kobold Press, there is nothing stopping those who bring in more $750k gross a year (because it is $750k, not $75k, like I have seen thrown around in a few places) from reaching out for an individualized, custom license, and the wording of the new OGL actually encourages that. The big 25% in royalties is primarily a tactic to force that, actually. And even then, royalties are only paid on revenue beyond $750K, so if you bring in $750,001, you would owe exactly $0.25, on the $1 extra you made. WotC is also giving publishers a full year without any royalties, while they figure out their own licensing agreements or change models - it's not an immediate demand for money.

The other big concern I see going around is that this OGL effectively gives WotC ownership of any content produced under it. It explicitly does not. The clause people are up in arms about gives WotC a non-negotiable License to content created under the OGL, but it expressly leaves copywrite and ownership in the hands of the creator. that's a big distinction. While WotC may not be require to pay anyone royalties for content published under the OGL, they are required by law to credit appropriately, which opens them up for a whole host of legal trouble if they try to steal everyone's content like is being rallied against. If their goal was simply to steal our content, they would not have included this distinction

This same clause (or actually a substantially more broad one, which does give WotC ownership and Copyright), is actually already a part of the UELA on DMsguild and DriveThru RPG. While the wording is scary, and I would certainly like to see WotC better define the terms and intent here, the reality is that such clauses are pretty standard fair in situations like this, and primarily used by companies to prevent frivolous lawsuits from every creator who publishes something similar to what the license holder already had in the pipleline.

It's important to remember that this OGL is only as strong as WotC's intent and ability to enforce it. Hasbro is a big company, with a lot of weight to throw around, but that weight also gets in the way. They aren't going to come after individual creators for the same reason that Bethesda doesn't viciously hunt down everyone who mods skyrim - it's just not profitable to do so. This OGL is primarily targeted at big name publishers who have been abusing the lack of constraints on the Old OGL to make everything from full sourcebooks to royalty free merchandise and tv shows. (I big reason we are seeing it now, in fact, is that the critical roll TV show we were supposed to get from netflix is locked up in a legal battle over this).

At the end of the day, I'm probably going to receive a lot of hate for not jumping aboard the bandwagon here to roast WotC on a spit. But I am also not giving them my support. There are plenty of things I don't like about this update: It's incredibly vague in some areas, and especially does a poor job of defining what constitutes use of licensed or unlicensed materials. For example: If I reference a core spell not included in the SRD, or put it on the spell list for my warlock patron, am I violating the OGL? The Terms in this OGL would suggest so, but I highly doubt that is the intent, since that ruling would prevent creators from including things that encourage people to buy more content form WotC.

My main point here is that I think a lot more people need to actually read the document, and that I don't see this as any sort of game-ending event for D&D. But I've also seen this shit coming since I started, and personally built my "Brand" and business in such a way that the new OGL is going to have very little affect on me or my content, so I may be incredibly biased. Mostly, I just want people to do their own research, rather than jumping on the bandwagon of cancel culture. This could potentially have a lot of far reaching ramifications, but I don't think they are the ones people are up in arms about.

And if anyone thinks I'm the devil for asking them to read and form their own opinions...  Well the 15th century catholic church would agree.

#ogl 1.1

[lovemesomesurveys]

What does your mother do for work? If she’s a homemaker, any specific reason for this? She’s a shift lead at Walgreens.

What about your father? What does he do? He works at a car shop.

How do you like your coffee? With flavored creamer, or half and half with sugar.

If you’re of age, what’s your favourite alcoholic drink? None. I don’t drink anymore. It’s been almost 10 years since my last drink.

Do you smoke? If so, did you start when you were 18 or were you younger? Nope.

Did your parents approve of your smoking/alcohol use before you turned 18? I never did any of that before I was of legal age.

Do you have siblings? If not, skip the next few questions. Yes, I have two brothers. 

Are you eldest, in the middle or youngest? I’m the middle kid. 

How big an age gap is between you and your siblings? 10 years between my younger brother and I, 6 years between my older brother and I. 

Do/did your siblings cause trouble? Nah. 

If your siblings are old enough, what do they do for work? My younger brother works at the HR department at the university he graduated from and my older brother is currently a caregiver for our family friend.

Have you ever been jealous of your siblings? Not jealous, but envious. Well, maybe a little jealous initially when my younger brother was born. I was 9 okay lol.

Do you still live with your parent/s or do you live alone/with a partner? I live with my parents and younger brother. 

What do you think about growing up? 10/10 don’t recommend. I want to be a kid again. 

What about having responsibilities? Bleh.

Do you know how to cook? If so, what’s your favourite thing to cook? What about baking? I only cook ramen. I can make the easy bake Pillsbury sugar cookies and cupcakes/cake from the box, ha. 

Do you ever drink tea? Sometimes. I started having peppermint or chamomile tea before bed sometimes for a bit prior to be admitted to the hospital. 

Have you ever followed any of these fad diets that go around? No.

What do you usually order at your favourite restaurant? Garlic parm and lemon pepper boneless wings.

Do you prefer a proper restaurant to a fast food place? Give me the fast food, ha. Or takeout from restaurant. I like eating at home. 

Is there an arcade anywhere near where you live? Yes. 

Have you ever played pinball? If so, an actual machine or on a computer? Nope.

What’s your dream vehicle? What about your dream house? I don’t have one.

What is the biggest dream of your life? Get healthier and travel.

If you could travel to another country right now, where would you go? England. 

What is a country you’d never ever visit? Hmm.

Are you good at taking care of your finances? I think so. My bills get paid.

Have you ever had any trouble paying your bills? What about your rent? Fortunately, no.

What do you think is the best thing about being an adult? What about the worst? Having a hard time coming up with something good about being an adult, ha. It hasn’t been fun for me for awhile now. I miss my childhood. 

Is there a person in your life, who wastes their life somehow? Me.

What is something you need to do, but you keep postponing it? I can’t do anything right now.

Do you think life should just hand things to you? Or should you earn the things you want and need with hard work? No, I definitely don’t think things should just be handed to me. I complained a lot about my situation and didn’t do anything to change it. I knew I had to put in the effort, yet I didn’t. I wish things magically got better, but they didn’t. 

Would you rather live off government benefits or earn your own money? I’d like to earn my own money, but I do also have government assistance as someone who is disabled. 

When you take a survey, do you skip questions? If so, what kinds of questions? Yeah, sometimes. I don’t like getting into certain topics and some questions just don’t apply to me.

What type of a survey do you skip altogether? Shuffle surveys. It used to be bolding surveys as well, but I do them sometimes. My favorite kind are ones like this. 

Why, do you think, people write lyrics as the title for a survey? Why not? 

If you have a Facebook, what do you use it for? I spend like a few minutes scrolling through my feed and then I’m over it. 

If you have a Twitter, what do you use it for? I rarely go on there anymore, but I sometimes will just to vent or ramble or scroll through for a bit. 

If you have a Tumblr, what do you use it for? Surveys of course as well as for fandom related stuff. 

If you have an iPhone, why? I like it.

If you have an iPad, why? --

If you have the latest electronic gadgets, did you pay for them yourself? No.

Do you always put your litter in a trashcan? Yes. I can’t stand when people litter, like why?? Throw your trash away!

When you walk/ride your bike/drive your car, are you careful? I definitely would be if I rode a bike or could drive. 

What is the rudest thing a person could do or say to you? Have you ever been that rude to someone else? Hmm.

Do you think your parents are proud of you and what you do with your life? I know they’re proud of past achievements and even now I believe they think I’m doing my best and trying, but I personally feel like such a failure and disappointment. I didn’t do anything after graduating with my degree and then my health went to shit and now here I am in the hospital for poor decisions I made. What’s there to be proud of? I’m blessed to have a loving, supportive family who doesn’t make me feel that way. It’s just how I feel and see things. 

Which would you rather be, famous or a “nobody”? Why? I’m a nobody and that’s fine. I don’t want the attention and people following my every move, all up in my business. 

Do you need to have the latest fashion in clothes and accessories? No.

If you have a job, do you get along with your co-workers? --

What kind of hobbies do you have? Would anything in the whole world make you give up any of those hobbies? Surveys, reading, coloring. I really wouldn’t want to give up any of those things, they bring me some joy and entertainment. And distraction.

Have you had/do you have any pets? I’ve always had a doggo. I’ve had a couple hamsters and a little fish tank full of fish as well. 

If you aren’t already, would you ever get married? I really don’t see that ever happening. 

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[footgrowth9]

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[tulipjapan17]

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#lawyer

[lampregistration3000]

people on homestuck twitter appear to be blowing up today because a big name fan wants to monetize every fandom project and turn it into some kind of a structured job instead of letting people contribute to hobbies they have without making them work obligations like a massive fucking idiot but like hey. i guess thats par for the fucking course over there so what do i know

#im not going to be mean about this on twitter because ive written two ass essays over there already today but like #fandom is hobby. its a hobby. not a job. if youre trying to turn it into a job for everyone you are an idiot asshole king of the morons and #you need to shut the hell up #'pay your workers' fandom does not HAVE workers unless people from the fandom have been HIRED to CONTRIBUTE to the property itself #fandom is a collection of folks who enjoy a property enough to want to make content for it (art or writing or headcanons or even just talk) #and that should and never will be a job for a myriad of reasons. shut up. #i hate twitter. monetizing your hobbies is not leftist its literally a conservative value. #turning all of your free time into capital producing time is literally a capitalist thing #paying folks for their labor is important but labor comes from a JOB and not contributing to a fandom project that is in fact not! a! job! #and is instead a collaboration of people who just wanna make something cool happen. #and also could get in a lot of legal trouble if money starts changing hands but like youre not thinking about that youre just being stupid #about this whole thing #screams into the void

[dduane]

Hello, I apologize if this is an unusual question, but I was curious about how prevalent k/s was back in the earlier trek fandom days? I remember going to a con and stumbling upon a slash zine (which terrified me, as a closeted homosexual myself) but I dismissed it as a weird niche thing. I wasn’t in the fandom back then, and I was wondering how popular slash actually was among fans for it to have become the phenomenon that it is. I know I was always too afraid to delve into it!

It's not an unusual question at all!

Probably the best way to describe the general Trek-fannish attitude toward K/S in the mid-to-late-70s (which is when I got into the fandom) would have been as "An open secret". Lots of people knew that it existed, and knew where to find it.

And there was plenty of it about, in the fanzine format... because yes, it was unquestionably popular. At the cons I attended during the 70s, among the various dealers' tables where K/S could be found (not on the tables, where just anybody could see, but under them...), you'd have had no trouble at all laying hands on zines of K/S art and/or fiction from at least ten or fifteen different sources. And we're talking about a time when fanzine reproduction was a lot more complicated and expensive than it is now, and more logistically challenging. (Particularly, there was concern about mailing zines around in any significant numbers, as it wasn't certain whether K/S art or literature might be adjudged pornographic or obscene... and the USPS could get extremely aggressive towards people who were seen as using the mails to distribute pornography/obscene materials.)

It’s worth remembering, though, that at that time acceptance of homosexuality was a lot less further along than it is now. So discussing K/S with other people was something you undertook with great caution. In particular, everybody who knew much about the subject also knew that Paramount's attitude toward K/S, early on, was fairly unambivalent: they didn't like it. There was therefore a fair amount of attention being paid to keeping K/S material out of Paramount's sight. Nobody would have liked seeing the responsible parties get into legal hot water.

Over time the mood began to shift, at least at the corporate level. It might not be overly cynical to suggest that, not only was Paramount being slowly and more positively influenced by cultural changes, but also that—as they were bought by progressively larger companies— they started making enough money off Trek so as to be distracted from relatively small-potatoes business like the existence of K/S zines. The fannish attitude at that point could safely, I think, be summed up as "Don't rub their noses in it and they'll let us be." And certainly all the time I remained actively engaged with US-based Trek convention fandom—through into the mid-80s and up to the time I moved off the continent—there was still plenty of interest in K/S.

Anyway: that's all I can speak to from personal experience. ...As usual, the question will now come up: did I write any K/S myself? And the answer, for good or ill, is "No." But I did read it, routinely with appreciation... because some of it was really good. (And some of it was hysterically funny. There was one fic I wish I could find again that began with the memorable first line, "Spock was aces at breaking and entering...")

HTH. :)

#K/S

[nofoundboy]

Birthday

Ash Williams x Male reader

Tw: some curses, it's just really fluff and some things of the canon had been changed

It wasn't every day you had a birthday.

It was definitely an event to celebrate considering you were finally reaching the legal age for everything.

You had always been too introverted and shy to make the most of your youth, but now, with a friend like Ash, that seemed to have changed.

Of course, that your immediate refusal to be the center of attention or even the topic of conversation even among your friends had prevented you from even hinting on your birthday.

As a result, the morning of your birthday felt like the morning of any other day. Even though it was the 21st spring of your life, the air didn't feel any different in the slightest.

You woke up feeling a bit overwhelmed. Your loved ones' lives were too busy, so you understood perfectly well that they hadn't remembered your birthday. Your parents, your aunts, uncles and cousins, the few friends you still had.

You got ready to go to work. It wasn't really a place you were crazy about but it gave you the money you needed to finish your degree.

After buying a package of brownies to eat on the way, you started the car towards the S-Mart. Maybe people wouldn't remember your birthday but at least you were counting on seeing Ash and he would make your day with his charming silliness.

Well, you still had a hard enough time admitting you had feelings for him but what else could you do? You didn't wanted to come clean with yourself and tell yourself that you had fallen in love with your best friend. You hated to ruin your first meaningful friendship in years with something like that. Love wasn't something you had a lot of experience with, in fact, the little experience you did have hadn't been good, so you preferred to keep any hint of that word in the farthest, dustiest attic of your mind.

And even if you accepted your feelings, it didn't mean you had a chance with Ash. He was literally an acknowledged heartthrob, he had no trouble at all winning over every beautiful girl who would come into the store.

And you...well, not only were you a boy, but also, you were too shy and in your own opinion, boring to get the attention of someone like Ash.

"Your most exciting days are the ones when you go to the comic book store..." you mumbled through your teeth as you finally parked your car and gobbled down the last of your brownie.

You checked in your rearview mirror that you didn't have any chocolate on your face and finally made your way to the entrance. Your uniform was clean and unwrinkled and although you never knew what to do with your hair, it didn't look out of place among the uninterested and bored faces of your coworkers.

Of course that was where Ash stood out, who seemed well disposed to make the job his...bitch.

You greeted some of your colleagues while checking your shift and headed towards Housewares hoping to find Ash. Greeting him just before starting work had become a tradition of yours.

"Ah, you're finally here Y/N" you fixed your eyes on those white teeth of his and felt his classic pat on your arm. At least classic for you.

You were proud to be the only one close enough to maintain physical contact with him.

No one had explained anything to you. Everyone seemed to be extremely reserved to the point of being afraid to tell you anything. Yet from the whispers of the people you knew that Ash was feared, that he was considered dangerous and that he had gone through something horrible that had left him unwell, distrustful and without his hand.

You didn't want to ask him anything. Not only was it none of your business, but you were terrified at the thought of making him sad or angry with something that could very well just be malicious gossip.

"My bed is very jealous. She wouldn't let go of me" you replied smiling slightly at him.

You expected some kind of amused response from him but today he seemed very distracted. Something unusual for him as he preferred to always be alert, more so than everyone there.

He said goodbye to you with an indecipherable gesture and you decided to continue on your way to the apartment you were supposed to put in order.

Of course, as was your custom, you spent the morning thinking about your friend's strange attitude.

Or that is, until after lunchtime, when he abruptly said goodbye to everyone and left the place without explaining anything at all.

That left you with more concern than you wanted to show, maybe even more concern than necessary but you couldn't just ignore his behavior. You were afraid that he was in trouble or that it was something related to that sordid past that no one wanted to talk to you about.

It was safe to say that you were a model employee, so you took advantage of that impeccable record to leave early.

You had never seen Ash's house, so you preferred to go home and call him on the phone and in case he didn't answer after several times, you would start looking for him in the bars you knew he frequented. If things got tough, then you would go back to the S-Mart and ask the the superior for Ash's contact information.

However, and after a road in which fear and a thousand disastrous scenarios stubbornly populated your mind, you finally arrived. Running as fast as you could with your keys jingling furiously in your hands, you stopped at your apartment, where Ash, his hair still slicked back and his normal clothes on in a hurry was waiting for you with a couple of muffins with a candle in the center of one of them.

"I thought I'd have to wait a couple more hours. My butt was starting to melt into the carpet" he stood up quickly with that smug expression you adored so much.

Had it been other circumstances, you would have let out a goofy giggle at his comment but all you could do in surprise was stare at him wide-eyed.

"Ho-how did you know?" you asked stupidly as you hurried to open the door to let him in.

"A quick visit to the employee files. Don't worry about it" you awkwardly signaled for him to enter with your mind still racing like a Ferrari. What were you supposed to do now? What were you supposed to say besides "thank you"? How were you supposed to walk?

That last answer wasn't answered either, so you ended up tripping over one of your couches.

"Are you okay? I shouldn't have done that?" Ash asked. That threw you off even more as he was never insecure with his actions.

You decided to hide your astonishment and concern as much as possible and finally you both arrived at the table, where he deposited the muffins and you started looking for something to light the candles with. You were still not processing the fact that he had remembered your birthday and had prepared such a nice surprise. Hence why you didn't want to make eye contact, at least until you calmed down.

"It's...thank you Ash, really. This means a lot to me" you managed to say as your hands played nervously with the lighter, finally found. You felt your eyes burning, so you were aware of what was coming.

"You're the only one who remembered. And it's okay, I mean, all the people are busy, right? It's just, well, I'm finally 21 and that's a big age, isn't it? Or so everyone says, I don't feel any different but I thought I would feel different because of the congratulations. And well, maybe I do feel different, and it's because you, whom I love so much, remembered. That to me is...everything, you know?" You were embarrassed by your spiel. Ash had that non-specific look on his face again.

You quickly sat down and lit the candle. That had been awkward in the extreme and it was all thanks to you.

"Make a wish" the smile Ash gave you along with that gorgeous gaze lit only by the candle, framed by those bushy eyebrows gave you the encouragement to put aside your nervousness and stupid ideas. With an equally serene smile, you leaned forward, closed your eyes and made your wish.

When the candle went out, you pushed it out of the way and began cutting the muffins so that you and Ash ate the same amount.

"What did you wish for, a lamborghini with Linda Evangelista in the passenger seat?" Now it dawned on you what was happening to the jet. He was strangely nervous, as you had never seen him before. That's why he hadn't said anything of his own in so long.

"May we stay together" you admitted in a whisper. You didn't want to take it a step further and end with a full statement but you still wanted Ash to know how important he was to you and how much you had appreciated his thoughtfulness. As many times as it took.

Ash leaned over the muffins, with the most beautiful and intense gaze you have ever beheld. He swallowed, still nervous, and kissed the corner of your lips.

Your breath caught in your throat and you could do nothing but sigh.

"Happy 21st, Y/N" he whispered still with his nose brushing yours.

That was enough to unhinge you and give you that needed confidence boost. You didn't do something like that to a friend did you? So before you could begin to spin tirelessly in your mind, your body acted instinctively, holding Ash by the cheeks and pulling him to you.

You closed your eyes and felt your trembling, inexperienced lips come into contact with his. You felt him tense for a split second before being reciprocated with delicious devotion.

It tasted like mint and something you could only define as "Ash flavor".

You felt like Ingrid Bergman in Casablanca, only you weren't a beautiful Hollywood woman. You were a simple guy with more nerves than skills kissing the most particular and handsome man you had ever come across in life.

Shit, his kiss was better than Casablanca's. Ash Williams was the only man you'd think of every time you contemplated a kiss.

"Groovy" he murmured as he slowly pulled apart.

Letting out a laugh, and before the chill of his fleeting absence could get to you, you grabbed him again, this time by the lapels of his shirt. You felt his prosthesis urgently squeeze your back. You were in a terribly awkward position but from the hoarse gasp that escaped Ash's lips, you knew that would be resolved when you moved to your bed.

You could safely say, that had been the best birthday ever.

Well, maybe it rivaled your Star Wars-themed 10th birthday.

#ash williams #ash williams x reader #Ash Williams x Male reader #the evil dead #slasher x y/n #slasher x male reader

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One Last Time 02  —  Pjm. (M)

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst

⇢ Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…

⇢ Song : xxxxx

⇢ Previous : 00   01

⇢ Word Count : 

⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!

⇢ Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken

⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?

Your eyes shoot open, chest heaving heavily as you let out a blood curdling scream. Not this again. The same dream over and over again each night. It leaves you sleepless. The time on the clock on your nightstand reads 3:04 am. Just only four hours ago is when you fell asleep. But a full night’s sleep hasn’t happened for a year so why would it matter anyways.

Once you catch your breath you unplug your phone from the charger and read some of the notifications. From your window, the night-time critters sing their songs along with the persistant owl that’s somewhere around the apartment complex. You’d only noticed him, the owl, just a few months ago when your cat started meowing with his hoots. 

A missed call from your uncle. 

Immediately you unlock your phone and dial the number. Bringing your index finger to your mouth you gently nip on it waiting for it to answer, The rings are agonizing to you. If something has happened you only wish and pray it wasn’t as bad as you think. He’s the only parental figure left in your life.

‘‘ Princess! Hello I was just calling to speak to you earlier. But I realized you are five hours ahead of me and you had probably went to sleep.’‘

His soothing voice calms your emotions making you let out a tiny breath of air. Thank god.

‘’Hey Charlie.” You sigh. Looking towards your left, you spot Clara purring quietly next to you. You can’t help but to smile while bringing a hand over to rub her head with your thumb.  She’s so small under the shining moonlight from your window.

Her white coat shines brightly amongst her, making you remember the first night you had brought her home. All she did was sleep, and it worried you because you had no prior expierence caring for anything, let alone a small animal. Clara only drank kitten milk and slept back then. Occasionally being awake enough to nip at your fingers whenever you pet or touched her.

Now she’s a bit bigger and walks around the apartment like she owns the place. Quite the little attitude she has, but its too damn cute for you to scold her whenever she does something wrong. 

“ Yes I did fall asleep from after a gathering at someone’s house.’’ You continue on, bringing your knees to your chest after opening the curtain of your window fully.

The moons brightness illuminates the entire room, but not so bright for you to complain though. ‘’ Oh- was it Jimin’s? Tell him I said hell-’’

You bite your lip hard at his name. He doesn’t know and you wont even dare to let him know. Knowing him, your uncle would have a fit and oppose to come back to Seoul to ‘set the record straight.’ to Jimin. That’s the last thing you want to do, cause trouble.

‘‘ It was his brother’s house warming party.” You say, lowering your tone in your voice. You look at the nightstand for a couple of seconds just before opening the top drawer of the wooden, polished piece. Your hands shakily pull out a picture of you two together.

It was taken at  Marne-la-Vallée, France right infront of Cinderella’s castle. That was the day that you and Jimin had to went to Disneyland in Paris, France. You cant help but to think, with the picture in hand, that it was one of the best nights ever. It was also the same night your virginity was taken.

‘‘ Oh.. I know that tone. Are you two arguing at the moment.”

You shrug, “ I mean you could say that.’’

No you cant.

‘‘ Alright alright I won’t talk more of him. Let’s change the subject.” He chuckles deeply into the phone.

‘‘ How’s Europe? Anything new happening on base?”

‘‘ Same old Same old. It’s been what? 2 years since I’ve left Seoul? The food is different over here. They don’t have kimchi pancakes sadly.”

You can only imagine the frowny face he makes at you whenever he doesn’t approve or like something. It always turns out to be funny.

You giggle into the phone shaking your head slightly, “ Of course. You are in Europe Charlie. Where are you getting food from anyway if you are on base?’’

‘‘ I can go off base to a certain mileage when I am off duty. I just have to report back in time. But you do know that you can always come live on base with me...’ He trails off.

Oh boy. Here he goes. He’s always talking about moving you on base with him. Hell, he’s been talking about it since before he had to go to be based in Europe. By then you were twenty years old and old enough to live by yourself. Growing up in Daegu, Korea since you were six, you felt as if Korea was home to you and you definately weren’t ready to leave yet.

Especially, after losing your parents here. Around eight years old, your aunt and mother were on the way to pick up your father from the airport. With your mom and dad also being military and based in Korea with your dad’s bestfriend, your uncle Charlie, your father had been called to take military leave to go and be based in Korea for the National Guard.

On the way back from the airport, a drunk driver had struck the car knocking them off the road and colliding head first into the railing of the bridge. All bodies were reported dead upon collision, including your aunt. Charlie didn’t take the news well at all, and so did you. Only eight years old and still a bit new to a foreign country. It was devistating for you and Charlie. Charlie did what was right and stepped up to be your legal guardian while taking some time off from the military. Till this day, he treats you like his sacred little daughter and you can’t ask for anyone better than him.

 “You are old enough to live on your own and housing is avail-”

You jump at his voice on the line again, being too spaced out from the tragic memory. Before he can go on any longer you cut him off. ‘‘ Im fine with the apartment you left me. Im paying the bills on time and taking good care of it.”

‘‘ Alright fine. But that option is always available you hear me? I will always be ready for you to come with me.’’

‘‘ Okay Charlie” You groan.

‘‘ Alright.. sweetie it’s getting late on this side and it’s already 3 am on your side. Get some sleep okay? Don’t you have a model shoot thingy or something? You have those a lot.’‘

‘‘ Yes i actually do in a couple of hours. It’s been a while since I’ve did a shoot. Please eat and sleep well. Don’t injure yourself.’‘

‘‘ I promise. You promise to do the same right?’‘ He says, rustling movements are in the background.

‘‘ Yes I promise. Good night sleep tight..’‘ You smile as you wait for him to finish the rest.

He chuckles one last time on the other end, ‘‘I’ll always love you, goodnight‘’

Beep Beep Beep

You in a racy light pink lingerie with white duvets and sheets is the concept of your comeback. It’s supposed to symbolize the “Night After’’. Camera’s click and directors yell and praise you in your subtle yet damaging moves and facial expressions. You want.. no need for this comeback to be successful. Not only did your manager schedule this, but she is making sure that they release this same very day.

Nobody in this company’s industry has ever did this before. But you, you are sort of the special one. The special foreigner as they say. It’s not like you don’t like it but you don’t like that they label you as that. Stylists, employee’s hell even anybody who works there treat you as a princess. It’s not bad, but it’s just weird.

‘‘ One last one. Give me a sexy yet innocent look mama.’‘ Elliot, the director says, smiling wide at you.

You slip a finger into your mouth and do a little pout with your lips.

Elliot busts out into a roar of happiness with his hands clapping furiously. ‘‘That’s it mama yes! That’s just what we needed!’‘

Adjusting his microphone earpiece, he turns around to greet and thank everyone, ‘‘ Alright everybody this concludes our shooting! You all worked so hard today. Make it home safe, eat well.’‘

Finally. You sigh out in relief and close your eyes. It’s been a long day. Almost 6 hours of shooting. Three Videos, and five swap outfits for each session of shooting for the ‘’ Night After’’.  As everyone heads out and starts cleaning up you bow your head slightly and thank them.

A stylist brings you a satin robe to cover yourself in. You thank her and put it on just before getting up from the bed and walking towards wardrobe. Once you are done putting on your clothes, your manager leads you straight out the exit. Outside awaits the car that drives you everywhere. Literally everywhere.

‘‘ Tomorrow somebody has put in a special request for you to appear as the main lead girl in their music video. It’s short notice and I told them I would have to bump some things around and notify you. But they are paying us and you good money to be in it.’‘

Money? Sounds like a plan.

‘‘ It’s fine. Who am I shooting for?’‘ You say, fluffing your hair just a little while inspecting yourself in the rear view mirror.

Your makeup is still intact with no ruins and the contacts they had given you suited you very well. A hazel with a slight bit of teal. Suddenly the car moves off into the busy streets of Seoul. You can’t help but to notice every couple that walks along the sidewalks. They seem so happy, glad to be around each other.

On the floor of the car lies your little mini backpack filled with all of your items and belongings. Picking it up, you begin to dig through it looking for some hand lotion to soothe your semi-dry hands. Once you find it you gently start to squeeze the tube.

‘‘ Kim Namjoon.’‘

You freeze. Namjoon? The same Namjoon from the group? Joonie? It’s been well… a year since you’ve seen him in person. Hell since you’ve seen all of Bangtan Sonyeondan together. Except for lastnight when Hoseok and.. that guy showed up.

You sigh already knowing the answer from the question you are about to ask.

‘‘ From…?’‘ You ask then put the lotion back in your bag. Slowly you rub your hands together to moisturize.

Your manager quickly flips through the daily planner, ‘‘ Bangtan Sonyeodan but this is for one of his mixtape songs.’‘

Thank goodness.

‘‘ That’s fine. What time will the car be arriving tomorrow?’‘

‘‘ 8 am on the dot. You need to be there by 8:30. I’ll be tending to one of my other models tomorrow so you will be alone. I can send som-’‘

‘‘ No no it’s truly okay. I know how to manage things myself. Besides, I learn from you.’‘ You reassure her with one of your winning smiles, laying your head on her shoulder.

‘‘ Aigoo what am I going to do with you?’‘

The day ends very well. The movies you’ve been watching have kept you occupied. But not occupied enough for you to keep crying at all the sad parts in the chick flicks. Breakups, someone had died, someone had even just spilled something onto the floor and that was enough to send you into tears.Only because when the main lead boy rushed to help clean it up, it reminded you of Jimin last-night helping Isabel.

‘’What is going on with myself.’’ You blow your nose into a tissue for what seemed like the thousandth time today. Clara lets out one of her meows beside you then goes back to grooming herself.

You place her onto your lap and begin to run your fingers through her fur over and over again. Such a soothing effect to you as you stare into space sulking in your thoughts.

Why is it that you weren’t enough for him? Why is it that every single little thing reminds you of him? You gave him your all and he gave you his but what happened? Where did you go wrong? Cooked, cleaned, satisfied his needs. You guys had even started to plan out what you wanted out of a family. When you wanted a baby and what you would name it. It was fun. The whole relationship was fun. Right until that scandal.

Ding.. Ding.. Ding.. DI-

You unlock your phone immediately to stop that annoying dinging noise. Not surprisingly it’s a text from Jeon Jungkook.

Kookie : Im coming over I’ll be there in exactly 3 minutes.

Kookie: Don’t think about leaving either.

Kookie: Im bringing someone with me.

Kookie: We need to have a serious talk babycheeks.

You roll your eyes at the nickname he’s given you. No matter how many times you tell him you want him to change it, he declines. There’s no point in asking anymore.

Why would he want to talk anyways and who is the person he’s bringing. Eh.. it might just be Ryan they seem to do everything together as a team.

As soon as you step foot out of your bed the sound the door clicking makes your head shoot up. How in the living hell does he know the password to your house? Rage takes over you. That’s something that you hate. When people invade your personal space. In this case, personal home.

‘‘ Jeon fucking Jungkook!’‘ You scream, abruptly stomping your feet all the way to and out your bedroom door. Suddenly you stop at the sight of the two faces staring back at you.

Jungkook’s expression holds a concerned yet upset face while the other just stands there calm and cool. But you on the other hand are way besides that level.

Your eyes must be filled with rage and the expression on your face is no good. How dare he disrespect you like that? Bringing him into your home, knowing the bad blood between you two. Oh, they both have something coming towards them. You begin to walk to them again making each step make the floor shake.

‘‘ Get out. Both of you. One you invade my personal private home..’‘

You grab both boys by their collars, making sure to grip the one on the right’s harder than usual. ‘‘ Two, you fucking invite him over here.’‘ You drag each of them towards the exit. Which is going good until Jungkook rips your hands away from his shirt and takes you over his shoulder.

You’ve had enough of him and his invasive ways. Pounding on his back with your fists, you make sure to scream into his ear. “ Put me the fuck down Jeon Jungko-”

You hiss at the stinging sensation on your ass. Did he just? Jimin stands there awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. You make sure to make eye contact with him and roll your eyes. Something that always had and will piss him off.

‘‘ Hush. I told you all of us needed to have a deep talk about you.’‘

Jungkook plops your frail body onto one side of the couch in which he sits next to you. He motions for Jimin to come sit across from the both of you but you aren’t having it.

‘‘ Don’t you do it.” You glare at him. Jungkook sighs harshly only to pluck your forehead two times. You whine and rub it with your index and middle finger.

Jungkook shakes his head in disapproval, ‘‘ When are you ever going to learn? Jimin sit down now.”

‘‘ Truthfully.. I feel as though I shouldn’t be here so-”

“ Good. Get out you are unwanted.” You snap back causing him to give you one of his long stares with no facial expression at all.

Jungkook glares at you just before getting up to throw his hands in the air full of disappointment. “ Enough! “

Yelling. Something else you don’t like to hear being done at yourself. You finally sit still and quite avoiding any eye contact with the both of them.

He sits back down and clears his throat. Jungkook gives Jimin a look before continuing on.

‘‘ I gathered us here to talk about you..”

‘‘ Why. Im fine. How many times do I have to say it. Im fine im fine im fine im fucking fine!’‘ You exclaim, getting more mad by the second. When will people accept this?

‘‘ Baby.. ’‘

Your eyes shoot up to him and his soft voice. You didn’t want to but you did because his voice to you is like candy that melts into your mouth.

‘‘ Don’t call me that. You have a girlfriend at-least be loyal to her rather than what you did to me.’‘

‘‘ Fuck is anybody going to just sit here and listen? Can we at-least get to the source of the problem? Huh?’‘ Jungkook leans back into the couch clearly pissed by your attitude.

Jimin’s the first to speak and holds a firm eye contact with you, almost daring you to break away from it.

‘‘ Fine. Im just going to cut straight to it then. Why are you so jealous? You aren’t okay at all. I seen the way you looked at us yesterday. You wanted to break down so bad but you didn’t. It looks like you’ve been dropping weight day by day why aren’t you eating well?’’

You’re taken a-back by his jealous comment. Although you are you just cannot admit it. You are jealous. You do want him back. You cant bear to see him with another girl but you. But the fact that Jimin is concerned makes you really hope. Just hope that there is something left of you still in his heart.

‘‘ Jealous? Jealous tuh.” You scoff, leaning into Jungkook’s arms where you rest his head on your chest. You only do this just to see Jimin’s reaction and by the look on his face he doesn’t enjoy that move one bit.

‘‘ Yes jealous. I mean why else would you put almond extra-

‘‘ Woah. No need to go there. We established that it was a so called accident lastnight.” Jungkook does finger quotes into the air and looks down at you.

You lift your head up and furrow your eyebrows in annoyance, “ So called? So you really believe that I did it on purpose. Wow Jungkook. Escort yourself out.’’

He sighs, wrapping his arms around you securly in hopes of you settling down a  little, “ Honestly it’s not like that. I wasn’t there to see you bake them nor was I watching her eat it. Im just saying that you knew Jimin was coming and obviously his girlfriend was going to come too. It’s a little sketchy is all.”

There’s no fixing what he said. Him adding onto his explanation just made things sound worse than what he’s trying to say. You don’t have time to be ganged up on, nor like it at all. It’s best if they both just leave, to not turn nothing into something.

‘‘ Get out. Now. Before I call and tell Ryan what you said and then she’ll definitely deal with you.’‘ You say, removing yourself from off of him and onto the other side of the couch with your legs crossed.

Mad isn’t even the word to describe yourself right now. You’re just a mixture of all emotions.

Jungkook now looks of sorriness written all over his face. You bite your lip and shake your head while pointing towards the door. He sighs heavily and takes one last look at you while removing himself from the couch. You watch him slip on his coat and shoes.

Jimin gets up from his spot on the couch, ‘‘ I’ll be leav-”

‘‘ Sit down we aren’t done talking.” 

He looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed, sitting back down slowly.

Jungkook keeps his head down as he wraps his blue scarf around his neck. Poor baby, but he shouldn’t of said it. “Please better yourself and talk it out with each-other. Im leaving.”

‘‘ Make it home safely.. Kookie.” You sigh once the door closes behind him. Now you’re here. Face to face with Park Jimin.

The same Jimin who cheated on you. The same Jimin you haven’t seen in a while. You take a few moments to take in his appearance. He seems to have re-gained his muscles that are peaking through his black, longsleeve shirt. His thighs are still thick, just like his luscious lips. Of course he changed his hair color to black. But who knows, he might change it again.

‘‘ You’ve been doing well?’‘ You say, voice low but enough for him to hear. You drop your eyes to your lap instead of keeping intact with his.

‘‘ Yes. But you have not. Im disappointed in you. Why are you doing this to yourself? Don’t do this because of me.”

‘‘ Jimin you don’t know the feeling. You don’t know how it feels to be left wondering why you weren’t good enough for someone. Why they had cheated on you. You don’t understand at all and wont ever.’‘ Your voice cracks on the last sentence and you an feel the lump in your throat become sore.

He bites his lip unsure of what to say next. Those words had hit him good inside. ‘‘ Im sorry. I truly am. But you know the reason why we had to end it. I fucked up bad and the media was making the scandal bigger and messier day by day. It was better to just call it off.’‘

One by one your tears start to drop. You nose begins it’s running trip but you sniffle it back up.

‘‘ You could of denied it. You know you could of made a statement and denied it. But you felt something for her didn’t you? Didn’t you?’‘ You semi-yell, sobs already starting to take it’s way over.

He bites his lip once again and ruffles his fingers through his hair, “ Baby..’’

You wipe your tears with your hands making your face even more puffy from the crying. “ I am jealous. I am I admit it Jimin. But do you know i have been suffering for one year and two months? I can’t sleep at night because im so used to your touch at night. I look at every couple in Seoul and think to myself, Dang they seem so happy. What’s their secret?’’

Jimin sits up, making eye contact with you with tears welling up into his eyes. It hurt’s you more than yourself to see him crying. It always has.

‘‘ Please don’t do that. Don’t do this to yourself. Please get help from someone to try and move on. Please. I don’t like to see or hear you make yourself suffer.’ He begs, getting up from his seat and coming towards you.

Jimin sits next to you, hesitantly opening his arms up to you. Would it be wrong to embrace him? He’s being too sincere, but thats what you want right? You decide to just do it, and lean into him only for him to pull you in closer into his chest.You just lay there crying and sobbing while he runs his fingers through your hair. You shouldn’t be doing this. He has a girlfriend. But it feels so right.

‘‘ What does she have that I don’t? Why couldn’t you love me the same way you love her “  You cry into his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears. 

You’d been waiting for this moment to just let it out. Let everything out.

‘’ Please don’t make this harder than what it is right now. Just try and forget me and move on. Please.” Hypocritcal. How does he expect you to get over him when he’s the one whos holding you so tight right now. Soon enough his sniffles join yours in harmony.

You raise your head up and look him deep into the eyes while you wipe away his tears, “ Don’t cry Jimin. I’m the one supposed to be crying over you. Don’t cry.’’

He takes your hand away from his face and wraps his fist ontop of yours, “Please promise me you will move on okay?’’

You shake your head no, “ I can’t make that promise.”

He doesn’t say anything. He gently cradles you in his arms and lifts you up. You don’t think to where he is going. You just close your eyes and grab onto his shirt firmly not wanting to let go.

Soon enough you feel the cold sheets over your bed. He covers you in the duvet and leans down to your forehead.  A kiss. Your fist is still locked onto his shirt in which he tries to pry it away but you don’t want to let him go. He sighs and raises his arms up as he takes off the shirt revealing an extra plain white wife beater under it. Taking your other hand, he wraps your hand into another fist onto the shirt to where both of your hands are holding onto it.

‘‘ Please better yourself for me baby. Sleep and eat well. “

Is all he says before turning off the lights and walking out your bedroom door.  You can hear him putting on and zipping up his heavy coat but you just don’t make a sound.

The apartment door clicks and beeps letting you know he’s already gone.

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[alltooreid]

Invisible String

Although Spencer Reid and the Reader don’t find themselves in a romance with each other until well into their adulthood, their relationship has been decades in the making. Almost as if something as been pulling them together all these years. 

A/N: sorry for such a long wait but i’ve been struggling a lot mentally as of late. i hope you guys enjoy this one shot!! As always requests are open and heavily encouraged!! And of course this is inspired by the taylor swift song of the same name :)) Also keep in mind although the following scenes are heavily inspired by some scenes in Criminal Minds, elements of them have been slightly altered to fit in Y/N as a character.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Type: a cute strangers to lovers fluff fic!

Word Count: 3.9K

Content Warnings: typical criminal minds case discussion, mentions of child trafficking when discussing this case, but no real detail. slight spoilers for season eight (beginning maeve stuff) and tiny spoilers for season fifteen (briefly mentions max but nothing really important to the plot at all)

“Time, curious time Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs Were there clues I didn't see?”

You had met Spencer Reid 3 times before you had really met him.  

It was almost silly to think about it now. Now that you and Spencer have been dating for 3 years, it was strange to believe there were so many chances for you two to meet years earlier.

When you were sixteen years old, you got your first part time job. You worked at a self-serve frozen yogurt shop called Iced Dreams. You hated it so much. Your manager was a total creep, your older coworkers were rude and condescending to you, since you were one of the youngest people working there, but most of all you hated the uniforms.

Consisting of a very stupid looking hat, bright pink with randomly embrodiered teal patterns, an outdated bright teal shirt, it had been given to you from a dirty bin in the back, and judging by the sewn in shoulder pads, it had to be at least a couple decades old.

So one day, you didn’t wear the hat.

It wasn’t entirely purposeful. You couldn’t find it, you searched your room, you searched your car, so eventually you had to leave without it to prevent being late. Still, as you clocked it and passed the box of extras in the office something made you decide to leave it alone.

You were about 8 minutes into your shift when your manager approached you. “Y/N? Where’s your hat sweetheart?” You hated this man so much. You had gone to your parents time and time again, recounting his creepy behavior towards you and the other teenage girls who you worked with, but they refused to let you quit.

When you had started working there, he used to enforce this ridiculous rule that all the female workers had to wear skirts as part of their uniform, but you had gathered all the sixteen and seventeen year olds who worked there and all threatened to quit if he didn’t change the policy. So you were no stranger to breaking and defying the rules.  

“Yeah I couldn’t find it, sorry.” you shrugged.

He chuckled and reached his hat out to touch your face. You jerked back, you almost wanted to refuse to wear one of the stupid extra hats just so that you could get fired.

“Well, Y/N its policy sweetie. No matter how special you are to me you still need to wear the hat. There’s extras in the office.”

“No way I’m wearing one of those. I bet they have like lice or something.”

He pursed his lips and sighed “Well I suppose that beautiful hair is just too pretty to wear a used hat huh. . . What do you suggest? If you’re working you have to wear it.”

You laughed, “Well you could let me go home.”

He paused, “Why don’t you go sit in the office, I’ll come talk to you in a minute.”

So you did, for about 10 minutes you sat in the office, surrounded by frozen yogurt flavor marking posters and boxes of old uniforms, and each passing minute you feared for the worst. Maybe you were actually getting fired? You really didn’t want to go that far, because, as much as you hated it, you really needed this job.

When your manager finally came to talk to you he held a small salted caramel frozen yogurt, your personal favorite flavor, and a twenty dollar bill. He handed them both to you.

“You seem so stressed Y/N, why don’t you take the day and go get lunch. My treat,” he said, smiling that weird twisted smile that always made your full body shiver.

However you were broke as hell, and no teenager in their right mind would ever pass up free food, so you took it, grabbed your keys and started to leave

Yet as soon as you walked out the back door you dropped your frozen yogurt, cup fully upside down, onto the pavement. You cursed, you hadn’t even taken a bite of it yet, and it looked like he had put coconut flakes on it, and you loved coconut. Still, you had your twenty bucks, and that was a pretty sweet pay out considering you were only clocked in for about 20 minutes.

So you got Chinese food, and spent what was supposed to be your shift in the shopping mall across town, completely and blissfully unaware of the fact the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI was dragging your manager away in handcuffs.

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Young Spencer Reid had only joined the FBI about a month ago. Despite being a genius, and providing crucial information to the solving of cases, he was aware of the most obvious. He was only twenty two years old, and he was scrawny as hell.

He felt this intense need to prove himself, especially to make Gideon proud.

So when they got a case about a the kidnapping and sex trafficking of teenage girls, he saw it as something he could really involve himself in. Based on the profile, it wasn’t going to be a large, strong, confident unsub who Morgan needed to tackle. This man would be ugly sure, but he would be a manipulative mastermind. Reid could work with that, he could prove himself.

He surprised everyone with his sheer work ethic and determination to find this man, and through consistently revising and delivering the profile soon enough they got a hit. A young woman in her early twenties called the tipline and reported her own manager. Insisting he fit the profile perfectly, and described how strangely he treated the minors who worked there, and how he almost exclusively hired young girls, treated them great and then switched as soon as they became legal.

So Garcia did her magically digging, and soon enough the FBI was tearing up a frozen yogurt shop, looking for any evidence of pedophilia. Garcia was even brought along, as she was pivotal to discovering any secret files in his computer.

At first, all they could find were strange compilation videos and under employees skirts. Spencer, and the rest of the team, were struggling to connect how he could get so many videos from an angle like this without anyone noticing or reporting him, until Gideon uncovered an old dusty pair of shoes, in which the right one held a small camera at the toe.

Although this was absolutely disgusting, it wasn’t enough to prove he was running the ring or kidnapping the girls, so Garcia kept digging. Meanwhile, Spencer tried to make himself useful by checking out the back of the store.

That’s where he found your clock-out receipt.

“Hey guys, we might want to take a look at this,” he shouted out.

Morgan grabbed the paper from his hand, “Ok, I don’t get it kid, it’s trash.”

Spencer pointed to the details on the slip, “Yeah but it says here she clocked out 18 minutes ago after only working for 23 minutes and 46 seconds. If this guy is our unsub, this girl could be in a lot of trouble.”

“Maybe she’s still here, has anyone checked out the parking lot yet?”

Spencer shook his head, and followed Morgan out the back door. There they discovered some almost completely melted salted caramel frozen yogurt.

Morgan bent down to investigate, “Yeah, we gotta get this to the lab, but I can tell you right now that there’s clearly more than just coconut topping this yogurt. It also means we have another victim.”

Spencer crouched down as well, “Not necessarily.”

“What do you mean kid? We’re missing a teenage girl and we’ve already found illegal evidence on this guy's computer. She’s in trouble.”

“Well judging the shape and inscription of these pills it appears to be some pretty strong rohypnol, almost certainly prescription grade. And ingesting it like this means she probably would have begun to feel its effects fairly early, I would predict 15 minutes. She clocked out 18 minutes ago, so even if she left exactly at that time she would have certainly crashed her car on the way home. The nearest residence is 8 minutes away from here, we’re in a complete shopping district. There’s only two cars out here and neither have a passed out driver, so I would bet she didn’t eat any of it. Also, the only spoon out here is still wrapped in plastic, “ Spencer analyzed.

Morgan sighed, “Well what do we even do then?”

Before Spencer could answer Hotch opened the back door. “We got him.”

Spencer turned to Morgan, “I’m sure her phone number is somewhere inside, I say we call her and make sure she’s ok. She probably doesn’t even know this is happening right now.”

So he did find your phone number, and although he initially pushed the phone to Morgan, he just chuckled and pushed it back.

“No way pretty boy. You’re the know-it-all with all that profiling out there, you can call her,” and before he could protest Morgan left, so Spencer was left to call you.

And strangely, for it being the first time he would ever interact with the love of his life, he thought nothing of it.

And that was the first time you had met Spencer Reid.

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The second time was years and years later, when you were waitressing night shifts to make extra money. You had never forgotten meeting Spencer Reid the first time, but this was the first time you would ever see his face.

You were slightly concerned when you got a call from a man, whose name you had now long forgotten, claiming he worked for the FBI. Although you weren’t incredibly surprised to hear your manager committed such heinous crimes against children, you were taken aback by how close you had come to becoming one of his victims.

But that was 9 years ago. In your college days it became a fun story you told at frat parties, but you were 25 now. Sometimes you would think about the incident when you couldn’t sleep, and if you were feeling feisty you would use it as an icebreaker or a “two truths, one lie” statement, but otherwise you didn’t really think about it.

You had plenty of other things to worry about, in fact, that’s exactly why you worked so much. It was so much easier to forget when you were constantly preoccupied with complaining customers and terribly awkward blind dates.

You had just sat this man, incredibly handsome, however it was clear he was on some kind of date. His reservation was for two, and he spent way too much time adjusting his clothes and table setting for him to not be trying to impress someone special. He also brought a gift, which judging by the packaging and shape, seemed to be some kind of wrapped book.

Even though he was 15 minutes early for his own reservation, he still looked really nervous, almost like he already believed she might not show up. You couldn’t help yourself, you had to go talk to him.

“Anyone ever tell you you should model?” you started with.

He looked up “Excuse me?”

“Sorry for being so bold, you just look so familiar,” he weirdly sounded very familiar as well, but you didn’t tell him that. “Are you sure you haven’t modeled? You have excellent bone structure. I bet you could.”

He laughed to himself, “yeah I’m sure.”

“Well your date is very lucky either way. I wish I had a boyfriend as handsome as you. Actually I wish I had a boyfriend period, but that’s a whole other story.”

He chuckled, and although you knew in your heart that you shouldn’t be flirting with him considering he was 15 minutes away from being actively on a date talking to him made you feel something you hadn’t felt in a long time. “What happened with your boyfriend? Do I even dare ask?”

“Well I kind of always knew he wasn’t super interested in me, but I really liked him, so I did my best to ignore his wandering eyes,” you sighed. “That didn’t stop him from leaving me for his coworker though.”

“That’s terrible.”

You smirked, “That’s not even the worst part, he broke up with me over a 27 second phone call. He didn’t even let me respond, he just kind of hung up.”

“I’m sorry, no one deserves that. Especially not you. I’ve only been talking to you for a couple minutes and I can tell that.”

“Oh really? What makes you so sure?”

“I’m pretty good at reading people.”

You smiled, “Well I should probably stop flirting with you now, considering your date hasn’t even started yet. And don’t worry, she’ll show, you’re so handsome she’d be stupid not to.”

He looked confused. “You were flirting with me?”

You laughed, “I thought you were good at reading people?”

He smiled back at you, and it made your heart soar, this silly, pure goofy smile that made you want to replace his date and have dinner with him right then and there.

You walked back to your hostess stand. A couple minutes later you noticed the handsome stranger on the phone. You thought nothing of it until later when a woman came in, clearly nervous, holding a gift bag.

“Can you give this to Spencer Reid for me please?” You recognized the name, the man you were just speaking with had filed his reservation under it.

“Um, yeah sure, aren’t you going to go in? He’s at that table over the-” but before you could finish your sentence the woman was gone. Your heart sank, poor Spencer, how could someone drop their date off a gift but stand them up anyway? That’s just cold.

When you get up to bring the gift to him, he’s already heading out of the restaurant himself.

“Sir? Spencer? Dr. Reid?” he turned his head. “A lady came in and dropped this off for you.”

His face dropped, it almost looked like he was about to cry. “Thank you,” he said as he looked up at you before leaving.

He ran out the door, both gifts in hand and whipped his head around a few times before sighing and speeding off in one direction. Even before you learned what happened after that and leading up to it, you felt terrible for the handsome stranger.

How could you not for someone so clearly distressed? Someone so clearly in love?

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7 years and a divorce later you were spending your Saturday in a park, strangely contemplating love itself. Although you barely remember that night all those years ago when you spoke to Spencer, he did. Vividly. In fact, on this Saturday you both were in a public park, contemplating your many failed attempts at true love.

It was your first wedding anniversary without your husband. Although you had only been married for two years, you still were having a hard time navigating life without him. 

You started to wonder if you would ever find the true love you had been wishing for since your youth. Was 32 too late? Had you lived out all of your opportunities?

When you were little your mother had told you that all soulmates were attached at the left ring fingers, by small, incredibly thin strands of gold string, invisible to the naked eye. She insisted that these strings were constantly trying to pull you and your soulmate together, and that when life was ready for you two to meet, you would. 

Until then, you would have small, mindless interactions. Things you wouldn’t think about, maybe even things that weren’t interactions at all. You would get the same commercial jingle stuck in your head. You would both get an intense craving for the same food. You’d have the same dream. 

As a kid you were obsessed with this idea, you thought it was so romantic, and you fully believed everything your mom told you about it. You always asked her for more stories, and at bedtime you refused to sleep unless she would tell you more.

But now you were sure soulmates, true love even, didn’t exist. The invisible pretty gold strings your mother weaved fantastic stories with were completely fabricated. If they weren’t, you would have seen the clues by now.

Right?

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Spencer Reid was given an assignment from his therapist. He had to spend his Saturday off trying to interact with a stranger. Making friends with someone other than his colleagues may seem like a simple task for some, but it was something the young genius had almost no experience with.

He understood that it was probably for the best. He wasn’t exactly great with relationships of any kind, but especially not romantic ones. It didn’t take a genius to know that a couple of flirtations, a dead girlfriend he had only seen once, and a long time unrequited (or at least he thought unrequited) infatuation with his best friend and godsons’ mother was not a very great track record.

He, just like you, was also beginning to believe that he was hopeless when it came to love. That 38 was too old, that his time to meet someone and have the children he dreamed of had long passed.

But right as he was about to call JJ, to see if she would invite him in on the case Garcia had started to work on, he saw you.

Unlike you, he remembered your face and your interaction vividly. That almost date with Maeve was one of the biggest defining moments of his life, and what are the chances that the waitress from that very night was now less than 30 feet away from him, reading under the green leaves of a tree.

He wasn’t going to say anything, until he saw the book you were reading.

The Narrative of John Smith.

It must have been a sign, for what he wasn’t exactly sure yet, but it just had to mean something. The universe had to be reaching out to him, he had experienced crazier things.

And just as he was about to walk over to you, to close the gap between the gold strings tied around your ring fingers, a child interrupted his train of thought.

“That’s a strange haircut.”

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Derek Morgan and Spencer Reid were finally reuniting after many years. They barely got to see each other these days, but even though he was teaching and working at the BAU, Spencer still was willing to clear his schedule to second Derek suggested they meet up.

Morgan was excited as well, both to see his friend and to hopefully help him get a date. Sure, he had liked what he had heard about Max, but he wasn’t exactly surprised it had only lasted a couple months between her and Spencer. They just seemed too different.

Plus, now he got the chance to play wingman again, and he was ecstatic about that. Spencer not so much.

“I don’t know Morgan, it’s only been a couple months since we broke up. Wouldn’t it be too early to start talking to other people?”

“Pretty boy, you and I both know that the rate in which you’ve had relationships is not even close to the average. You need to balance that out somehow.”

Spencer sighed, he knew Derek was right, but he still felt strange.

“Morgan, have you ever heard of the red string of fate?”

“No, but I’m sure I’m about to hear all about it.”

“It’s an East Asian philosophy, based on the discovery that the ulnar artery connects the heart with the pinky finger, actually that’s where the belief in pinky promises come from. The reason it’s integrated in so many different cultures is that-”

“Kid, you’re losing me here,” Morgan interrupted. “Finish your thing about the string.”

“Oh yeah, sorry. It’s the idea that human relations are predestined by a red string that the gods tie to the pinky fingers of those who find each other in life. Legend has it that the two people connected by this thread will have an important story, regardless of the time, place or circumstances. The red string might get tangled, contracted or stretched, as surely often happens, but it can never break. Essentially, the idea is that although we might not realize it, our lives move in a pre-ordained direction, guided by invisible strings that are woven into the fabric of the Universe itself. And all the while, the red thread connecting us to our distant soulmates is getting shorter.”

“Well it’s an interesting theory kid, but it’s a lot to think about. I mean, we’re in a bar, let loose a little bit. Not every interaction has to be about getting closer to your soulmate. And sure, maybe you’ll meet them one day, maybe even soon. But you’re here now, and just because your one true love may not be, doesn’t mean it’s not worth it to be here.”

Spencer sighed, “You’re right. I don’t even know if I believe in that anyway, maybe I’m just looking for something to explain this all.

Derek patted his friend on the shoulder, “okay pretty ricky, this is how it’s about to go down. I’m going to buy you two drinks. You’re going to take both of them, and go find someone, anyone here to go talk to.”

“Ok, I think I can do that. Who?”

Derek looked around, trying to find who he believed would be the best match for his friend. “How about her?” he asked, pointing at you.

Spencer couldn’t believe it when he looked. There you were, the girl, the one he had met three times before, even if he could only remember two. The woman he knew was some sort of universe sent sign that Saturday he saw you underneath the greenery. The girl he was so close to talking to before he was interrupted by Max’s nephew. The woman who (and he obviously did not know this at the time) he would marry 3 years later. The one who would carefully knit the baby blankets for all of their friends and exes. The one who he would adopt 3 children with. The woman who, he was now sure, was at the other end of his invisible string. The girl he needed to talk to right now.

“Is it just me,” Morgan said, “Or does she look kind of familiar?”

“Yes,” Spencer responded, “yes she does.” He got up quickly and started making strides towards you.

“Wait!” Morgan called, “You forgot your drinks!”

“I don’t need them!” he shouted back. When he sat down next to you, you smiled. It made his heart soar, you had this silly, pure goofy smile that made him want to ask you out right then and there.

Instead he settled on the only conversation starter he could think of.

“Have you ever heard of the invisible string story?”

And you couldn’t help but laugh.

“A string that pulled me Out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons One single thread of gold tied me to you”

- Thank you for reading! Please reblog and let me know what you think :))

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[markosmate]

lady

Pairing; Marko x Emerson!Reader

Summary; Moving to a different state with your younger brothers and mother just to live with your grandfather was hard enough, but falling in love with a vampire and then watching your brother do the same thing? Much different story.

Warnings; strong language

au://  Welp lovelies I had promised you a Marko series in February that I started writing while I was manic, then after writing a good five/six chapters I fell into a deep dark hole of depression and didn’t write anything but sad, worthless poetry about a boy I’m in love with who doesn’t love me back :) But now it’s May, a spark of inspiration and happiness has suddenly hit me and I’ve come back to this series to finally deliver it to you!! I hope y’all like it cause I literally stress cried over finishing it three different times :,)

I’d also like to point out that any kind of feedback at all is so so appreciated. Most of my inspiration comes from feeding off of people’s reactions to what I write. So if you enjoy it or have any recommendations or comments at all please please don’t be shy to send me an ask or DM or even comment to let me know :( Thank you and enjoy!!

Part 2

I wasn’t exactly mad about moving, there was nothing holding me in Phoenix that I would be particularly sad about leaving behind. The only thing that struck a nerve was that it was dumped out of nowhere on me. Suddenly Mom had divorced Dad, let him keep everything, and made plans with Grandpa for us to move into his place with him. A little prior warning would have been appreciated, but regardless when we were told it didn’t change the fact that everything we knew was changing. Sam wasn’t happy about it at all, leaving his friends, leaving Dad. Michael... well Michael didn’t really have an opinion. In my view, he was just indifferent. He didn’t really care where the hell we were as long as he had a motorcycle, a job, and some hot chicks to swoon over.

But here we were, packed into Mom’s truck and driving through a town that I’d most likely have memorized like the back of my hand in a good few days. As the three in the car argued over which station to keep on, I turned my head and leaned my forehead on the window of the car. I watched the beach as we drove along the road, and admired the waves hitting against the sand.

I was ready to drift off until we got to Grandpa’s house when a short, exited yell left Mom’s lips. “Oh!” She grinned happily as Sam landed on a station familiar to her. “Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Oh, that’s from my era! Grooving on a Sunday afternoon!” She sung along with the song as Sam threw his head back and groaned in protest. I laughed at her antics, enjoying seeing my Mom acting so carefree and happy. 

“Alright, keep going, keep going.” Mom and Sam agreed with each other at the same time, Mom leaning over to continue skipping through the stations. Finally, the next station was agreed on and my pounding head thanked the universe for the quiet that I hadn’t been able to achieve the entire drive here. “Hey we’re almost there!”

“Ugh,” Sam scrunched his nose up in disgust after taking a deep breath. I leaned forward to wrap my arms around his head-rest and pull my face closer to the open window. The pungent smell hit me, and I recognized it immediately, low tide, but it wasn’t bad - anything to do with the beach was calming to me regardless. “What’s that smell?”

“Ah!” Mom breathed in deeply and turned to share a knowing grin with me, “That’s the ocean air!”

I turned to look at the welcoming sign, taking in the colors and faded lettering. “Smells like someone died.” Sam muttered as Mom tutted at him softly. 

“That’s likely.” I muttered to Michael, nudging his head in the direction of the back of the sign, where in big red spray-painted letters sat the phrase “Murder Capitol of the World.”

“Aw guys, I know the last year hasn’t been easy. But I do think you’re really going to enjoy living in Santa Carla.” Mom tried to remain happy about the situation, but a shared glance with Michael after we both read over the sign revealed there wasn’t much he was excited for.

The rest of the drive only increased my excitement. Hippies galore filled the streets, a large amusement park covered most of the boardwalk, and the rest was filled with small shops and food stands. We stopped for awhile so Mom could give some teenagers rummaging through garbage some money to eat and so Michael could unhinge his bike and ask around for job openings, but before I could even think to step out of the car and get a look around we were already heading into the backroads to get to Grandpa’s house.

Grandpa’s house was farther into the plains than expected, but still only a good fifteen to twenty minute drive away from town. Before Mom could ever fully park the car, I had already jumped out and was looking around the property. Michael pulled his bike up next to Mom’s car, and they all took a good few seconds to look around at all the wood carvings and chimes before turning their vehicles off. I took note of the horses grazing in one of the back fields before walking around the front of the truck and seeing a man laying on his back across the front porch steps.

Sam lead the way towards him before Mom cut in front and marched up the steps to squat beside him. “Dad?” She questioned gently. “Dad?” The three of us leaned closer to get a better look.

“Looks like he’s dead.” Michael remarked.

“Like... really dead.” I quipped in, raising an eyebrow at Mom.

“No, no. He’s just a deep sleeper.” She brushed our comments off.

“If he’s dead can we go back to Phoenix?” Sam remarked, earning a snort from me and a sharp look from Mom. 

Suddenly Grandpa sat up, a cocky smirk apparent on his face. “Playing dead. And from what I hear, doing a damn good job of it.”

Sam rolled his eyes in exasperation before Mom laughed faintly. “Oh, Dad!”

-

That night, Mom decided that it would be good for the four of us to leave the house after a night of unpacking and explore the boardwalk when it’s at its liveliest. I could admit it looked much more enjoyable now that it was dark and a little chilly, the sweaty people that had been occupying it earlier were now less sweaty and more stoned.

Almost as soon as Mom’s car and Michael’s bike were parked, Mom sent us off on our own so she could spend some time staking out a job in one of the family-owned shops. “Do you think she’ll be able to find one?” Sam questioned as the three of us weaved through crowds, trying to find our way to the beach concert. We could certainly hear it, we were just having a bit of trouble actually getting to it.

“One what? A job?” Michael scoffed as if it was hard to believe, still bitter over the fact there was no legal jobs for him to get hired in.

I laughed, elbowing him softly in the side, knowing that this place was exactly his vibe and in time he would most likely come to love living here. Sam was the only one I was actually worried about. “She’ll probably be able to find one. What, with all these missing people, there’s bound to be tons of job openings.”

“You’re telling me. It’s like there’s hundreds of bullet-boards around every corner with dozens of people missing. This place really is the Murder Capital.” Michael remarked as the concert finally came into our line of sight.

“Don’t say that!” Sam pleaded, shoving Michael’s shoulder with his eyebrows knitted tightly.

Michael just held his hand up in surrender and with one last shrug of his shoulders he turned to me. “You checking out the shops? We’ll find you once we get bored.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I agreed, turning sharply on my heel and blindly making my way back into the crowd. The concert was loud, sweaty, and crowded, and it wasn’t even my style of music - the last thing I wanted to do was spend my first night there. I figured it would be much more productive if I were to check out all the shops and stands running up and down the entire area, maybe find some new pieces of jewelry, or even a possible summer job opportunity.

Many places caught my eye, and I made a mental note to check them out the next time I had free money to spend, as it wouldn’t be wise for me to make an impulse-buy when I’m so close to being completely broke. Instead a small stand in the middle of the walkway drew me to it. A piercing stand. One person working on someone already sitting on the chair. There was a large wall selection of different studs, and many different kinds of disinfectants lined along the counter.

I walked closer to the wall, admiring all the different designs they had. I’d absolutely love to get a helix or orbital piercing, but I knew it wasn’t the wisest to spend money doing something like that at a small stand on a boardwalk in Santa Carla of all places. I was suddenly broken out of my thoughts when a voice spoke up directly behind me.

“It’s a scam, you know.” I jumped, hand flying to my chest, and whipping around to look at the owner. A teenage boy, my age, maybe a little older, with long curly blond hair and a grin that could have probably wooed me into his bed by the end of the night had he not literally just scared the shit out of me.

I laughed breathlessly, shaking my head. “What is?”

“The piercings. If you need one done, I could do it for you. But they use the guns instead of a needle which will definitely infect if you’re planning on doing a cartilage one.” He explained with a tilt of his head as he turned and began making his way towards the restaurants. I took that as an invite to follow, jogging to catch up and walking next to him.

“You know a lot about piercings?” I tried to make small talk, not wanting him to get away just yet.

He nodded with a confident smirk. “I did my own, and my friends. Someone had to learn.” I laughed a little at his mock-annoyed tone and shoved my hands into my pockets to appear to be doing something. He suddenly stopped and turned to me, holding out his hand. “Marko, by the way.”

“Ivory.” I accepted his hand and we both shook, hard and firm.

“You’re new.” He nodded as if finally understanding something that had been going on inside his own head. “I would’ve noticed you before if you’d been here all along.”

We dropped each other’s hand and I gave him a quizzical look. “What do you mean by that?”

He barked out a laugh and shook his head. “Nothing rude, you’re just too gorgeous to go unnoticed around here.” Before I could reply, another voice cut in from a few yards away.

“Marko! Marko, man, we’re supposed to meet David in ten!” I looked over to see another punk-looking dude calling out to Marko with his hands cupped around his mouth.

I laughed and look back towards the curly blond. “See you around?”

He nodded in confirmation, sending me one last crooked smile before turning to jog over to his other friend. I turned as well, making my way back into the crowd and away from the middle lane stands. I didn’t make it very far before the body of my youngest brother crashed into my side. I glanced down at him in bewilderment as we used each other to steady ourselves.

“Sam? Aren’t you supposed to be with Michael?” I laughed as he looked as though he’d just had the weirdest conversation of his life.

“Well, I was. Then he saw some girl at the concert and wandered after her so I went to check out the comic store.” He explained, shrugging before letting his eyes wander around once more in search of Michael. I rolled my eyes, of course Michael left Sam behind to go chase after some girl. It didn’t take long to find him, he was only a little further down the stretch of restaurants. He was more towards the end, walking out of the crowd near where the last building - a bar - sat in place.

We walked up behind him, and as soon as I was at his side I followed his eyes to a girl who was walking behind a small child, hand on his shoulder, and steering him in a certain direction. She was pretty - with big, curly hair and a beautiful smile that curled her lips up as her eyes grazed over all the lights of the carousel one last time for the night. I followed her line of sight, trying to place why Michael was following her instead of just walking up and introducing himself, but I immediately realized what the problem was.

She hoisted herself up onto the back of a motorcycle, accepting the help of the blond driver. He had a spiked mullet, dressed in all black, and when he realized Michael was staring at his girl, a cocky kind of smirk crossed his face. His friends parked next him all revved their engines to a start, and I tore my eyes from the platinum blond to see the others. I didn’t manage to catch a good look at two of them, because my eyes immediately looked onto those of the punk from earlier who’d started a conversation with me over pierced ears.

He was already looking at me, and when he realized my attention immediately locked onto him, a predatory look filled the black circles of his eyes and his lips formed into a boyish smirk directed exactly at me. He lifted his hand in a short wave, laughing along with the friend who called him away from me earlier as he shoved Marko’s shoulder in a teasing way. I lifted my hand in a small acknowledging wave back, but was knocked out of my small trance by Sam, who began teasing Michael.

“Come on, she stiffed ya!” Sam laughed harmlessly, gently punching Michael’s shoulder and turning to probably go and find Mom. I broke my gaze away from Marko immediately, turning to follow after Sam and not bothering to look back at all as I heard the bikes pull out and speed off down the road.

“Too bad she left with Mr. Mullet, she was pretty.” I tried to break the tension with Michael, I really didn’t want him to be upset over the lose of the girl, he still had all of Santa Carla’s teenage population of girls to meet.

He cracked a smile and nudged his shoulder into mine. “She really was.”

Once we made it home for the night, I separated from both my brothers and made my way into my own room. It was the smallest of all of ours, but that’s the main reason why I had chose it. It was cozy, and cute. I liked the way it came out once I had finished decorating it.

I couldn’t help but let my mind wander to those boys on the motorcycles from earlier that night. Marko seemed nice enough, even if I didn’t know whether or not I was brave enough to try to pursue a friendship with his more than intimidating friends. Just as I came to the conclusion that I should just get over myself and approach them, a sharp sting of anxiety wedged itself into my gut and nauseous filled my stomach and rose up in my throat. No. I didn’t need to become friends with those boys, there was something off, something I didn’t need to meddle in.

If I saw them again, I’d avoid eye contact and conversation completely. I was never able to understand my anxiety, but I always listened to it when it struck me.

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The Magic of Dirt

I hesitated to share this, because a lot of this is stuff I’ve learned from word-of-mouth or from people I’ve known in-person, and I never like sharing information when I don’t have a source for it. Utterly Wicked by Dorothy Morrison has a section on dirt magic, but I’m not 100% satisfied with it and have some serious problems with that book. 

That being said, I’m going to share what I’ve been taught, but know that some of this may be part of a regional tradition in my area. As always, take what resonates and leave what doesn’t.

Graveyard Dirt

This type of dirt is used for protection, healing, or for hexing. Dirt from the grave of an ancestor can be used in rituals to honor that ancestral spirit.

In some traditions, the nature of the person buried in a grave changes the magical properties of dirt taken from that grave. Note that when you are taking dirt from an actual grave, it creates a connection with the spirit of that person. Any time you use that dirt in a spell, you will essentially be calling on that spirit for assistance. For this reason, it's smart and polite to only use dirt from the graves of family members and other people you knew and had a good relationship with.

If you want to use graveyard dirt for more general purposes, it's best to collect dirt from somewhere that is part of the graveyard but not part of a specific grave, such as just off the path or near the parking lot. 

Note that in many places it is illegal to take dirt from graveyards, and you could get into very serious trouble. Research your local laws before you go taking dirt from the nearest cemetery. 

Even in places where it is entirely legal, proper etiquette is important. It's polite to take only a small amount of dirt and to leave an offering, like flowers or candy, for the spirit(s). If you are taking dirt from a specific grave, always ask the spirit's permission first (and be respectful of their wishes if they say no) and make an effort to clean up the grave and headstone.

If collecting graveyard dirt is illegal in your area, an alternative is to collect dirt from the grave of an animal. If your family buries your deceased pets in the backyard, you have a whole collection of graves whose spirits will probably be open to helping you. Again, take only a small amount of dirt (you wouldn't want to accidentally dig up Fluffy!) and leave a dog treat or other appropriate offering.

Dirt from Other Locations

Dirt from a church or other place of worship can be used for protection from spirits, to purify a space or person, or to bring peace. 

You may get into trouble if you go around taking dirt from local churches. Many Catholic churches have gift shops and holy water fonts -- buying an item from the gift shop or getting a vial of holy water is a less invasive alternative to digging up the church's lawn. These items have the same associations and can be used for the same purposes in spells. 

If using dirt or other items from a Christian church makes you uncomfortable, do not do so. Instead, you could use religious symbols from whatever religion you practice, if you practice one. If you are uncomfortable with religion in general, there are other ways to do magic for protection and peace.

Dirt from a bank is useful in spells dealing with money, finances, and business ventures.

Once again, you may get in legal trouble if you show up at a local bank and start digging holes. (In case you hadn't noticed, this is a running theme in collecting dirt from specific locations.) There are other items from a bank that can be used for a similar purpose, such as deposit slips, pay stubs, or bank stationary.

Dirt from a courthouse can be used in spells for positive outcomes in legal matters and court cases, or more generally for any spell related to getting justice.

One again, you may not be able to get your hands on dirt so other items can be substituted, like a copy of a legal document (make sure you keep the original!) or the pen used to sign said document.

Dirt from a crossroads (a place where two roads intersect, forming a cross) is especially useful for working with spirits, as crossroads are believed to be one of the liminal places where they can more easily cross over. Some traditions use crossroads dirt as an all-around power boost for any type of spell. It is also used specifically to remove obstacles and open up opportunities.

Dirt from your home provides strong protection. Use it in spells to protect your family, and carry some on your person to keep that protection with you. Dirt from your garden has an especially stable energy and can be used to encourage things to grow. 

These are some of the most popular types of dirt used in Southern folk magic, but all dirt is tied to the place it came from, so feel free to get creative! Dirt from a hospital could be used in a healing spell. Dirt from a popular business could be used in a success spell. You get the idea. 

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