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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 9 months

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Hi so I wanted to request something I just thought of if that’s okay! A little meet cute story from season 4 where reader is the midwife who helped deliver Henry and her and Reid meet in the hospital and just hit it off🥺

this is so cute! this strays a lot from the plot of the episode because i haven't watched it forever and don't feel like it lmao

The Lanky Guy in Room 603

She wasn't sure if the long, lanky man curled up in the uncomfortable chair was Jennifer's brother or husband. He looked young; with a blemish-free baby face and a mop of soft brown hair. She could tell it had a slight curl to it and she had to resist an urge to tuck the stray pieces that fanned out behind his ear. Perhaps it was because she spent her days and nights caring for expecting parents, she just couldn't help but want to care for the sleeping man.

Jennifer was watching television, a pained look on her face as she held her round belly.

"You said it would be today," Jennifer groaned, the pain of labor evident on her face, "It's almost tomorrow."

Y/N sat on the stool beside Jennifer's bed, "I know I did, honey." She pressed a damp cloth to Jennifer sweaty face, attempting to cool down her body temperature. "But it seems like this little baby's got a mind of their own."

"Just like her mother."

The voice came from behind her. The sleep man, now not sleeping, unfolded himself from his pretzel-like position on the chair. He joints popped as he stretched his legs. Y/N noticed his socks were patterned. His left foot donned socks with gray tabby cats and a navy blue background. His right foot donned pumpkins on a lavender background.

Jennifer smiled, thanking Y/N for the damp cloth, as her companion checked her vitals. He peered at the numbers, probably attempting to decipher their meanings regarding his wife's health.

"Your wife is perfectly healthy, sir. You''ll have a healthy, sweet, baby within the next day. I'm sure of it."

Jennifer chuckled, "He's not my husband. Spencer's my....."

"Co-worker. Very proud godfather of her soon to be born baby girl?" Spencer injected, still reading the vitals.

"I'm concerned about JJ's vitals. Are you sure that her lab work is updated? It needs to reflect the high stress nature of her job. And her blood pressure? It was last checked thirteen minutes and twenty seven seconds ago. And does the satellite birth center have enough blood in the bank. On average a laboring mother may loose about...."

"Spence," Jennifer, or JJ as the man named Spencer called her, "I'm going to be just fine. The baby is going to be just fine. Please don't harass the midwife. Or I'll have to switch you out for Penny instead."

"You know if you wanted to get stuff done, you should've picked Hotch or Emily," Spencer countered, "I'm just going to be a nervous wreck."

"You're going to be fine. And think of it as practice for when your wife is pregnant. You'll be a pro by the time that rolls around."

Spencer chuckled dryly. His cheeks blushed crimson as he checked the clock. "It's now been fourteen minutes and thirty four seconds." He whispered under his breath.

"Are you and your wife expecting as well? It kinda smart for her to send you here for a dry run?" Y/N commented, making light talk with Jennifer and Spencer. Through her couple of years a midwife, she learned that many laboring parents and their companions need to have their minds occupied.

"N-no, no wife," Spencer said, his lips formed a tight smile as he looked at Y/N and then back to Jennifer, "We have a very time consuming job. Dating is hard. And family life is even harder. It’s common for many families in the BAU to end with divorce between the two partners.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Spence,” Jennifer quipped as a wave of labor pains came over her.

“I don’t mean you and Will,” Spencer backtracked, “You’re not even married to him.”

Jennifer rolled her eyes at Spencer, and Y/N got the sense that the Spencer and Jennifer shared a sibling-like relationship. It made sense, she supposed as she watched Spencer continuously checked Jennifer’s vitals. He hovered like a mother hen, but made no attempt at physical contact like the husbands usually did.

“Distract her,” Y/N whispered to Spencer, “And don’t talk about how her marriage is statistically likely to end in divorce. That’s not the way to comfort a mom that’s about to push a 8 pound baby out of her vagina.”

Spencer shut his mouth quickly, returning to Jennifer’s side. As Y/N walked out of the room, she noted that the soon to be godfather asked her if she needed anything.

***

“Y/N!” Nurse Lorraine said from her perch. “That tall kid from Room 603, the one that looks like he’s about to faint? He’s looking for you.”

Room 603? Y/N checked her chats, shuffling through the pile of laboring parents.

Ah! That would be Jennifer Jareau. And her very eager friend/co-worker/godfather of her child.

“Oh, Spencer? He’s a sweetheart. Trying to help her. He could teach those husbands a thing or too.” Y/N said, as she typed away at her computer.

“He’s not the husband?” Lorraine questioned, her tone making Y/N stop typing.

“What are you doing, Lo?” Y/N sighed with exasperation. “You’re meddling. And it’s not a cute look, I’m afraid.”

“It’s been how long since that idiot of a man dumped you for his unpaid intern? Todd? Taylor? What was his name again?”

“Tyler. He was an ass. I don’t think I’m ready to get myself back out there. He really did a number on me.” Y/N lamented. She took a sip of her third coffee of the day. It was a distraction from tearing up or worse, actually crying in front of Lorraine, the hardass nurse who makes Attendings cry.

“Y/N, honey,” Lorraine sighed, “Don’t waste your youth or your beauty on someone who doesn’t deserve it. I’m not saying that man in 603 deserves you, but he’s holding his coworker’s hand as she’s delivering a baby that’s not his. All because her boyfriend is stuck at work in New Orleans. He’s a good man. And he’s looking for you. And he blushed when he asked for you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Lorraine’s gossipy tendencies. “How do you know all that? I’ve been with him all day and I hardly can get him to tell me his name. Beside the snide comments about me not checking the vitals enough.”

“See! He’s protective over people he cares about, even if talking to the gorgeous nurse terrifies him. I can lock you two in the supply close if you’d like. I mean the piles and piles of extra large padsicles and bed pens aren’t very romantic, but maybe romance isn’t what you need right now.” Lorraine quipped.

Ignoring Lorraine, “I’m going to see what he wants from me.” Y/N said, recoiling because she knew Lorraine would twist her words into some sort of sexual innuendo.

“Go get’em, Tiger!” Lorraine called from the Nurse’s Station with a mischievous glint in her eye.

***

“Spencer?” Y/N whispered, noting that Jennifer was sleeping in her bed, “Nurse Lorraine said you wanted to speak to me.”

Even in the dark room, minus the glow of equipment monitoring Jennifer, Y/N could see his light blush. He was cute. She thought that before Lorraine even broached the subject. She though that when she silently wondered if he was Jennifer’s husband or not.

He was cute. Handsome, even.

Spencer couldn’t be more than 26 or 27. He had brown eyes that were kind and warm. Spencer looked gentle, and that was evident by the easy way he cared for Jennifer.

“I wanted to make sure I was doing it right,” Spencer confessed, “I’m not really good with all this,” he waved his hand around the room to show what he meant, “My mind can only focus on the possibilities of what can go wrong. I’m not cut out for this.”

“For what being a companion? A godfather? Spencer, Jennifer clearly cares for you and wants you in her baby’s life. She sees that you’re kind and caring and gentle.”

Spencer cracked a smile, warming Y/N heart. She hated it. Yet she liked it. And that only made her hate it more.

“Thanks.” Spencer said, taking a sip of his probably now cold coffee.

“You know there’s an excellent microwave in the nurse’s lounge room. Lorraine bullies enough attendings that I can totally sneak you in there to warm up your coffee.” Y/N offered, “Jennifer needs sleep. It’s the best thing for her right now. Besides, I can teach you how to swaddle a baby and change a diaper.”

“I know how to deliver a baby,” Spencer said, “It’s a lot messier than I thought.” He said with a shiver.

“Are you in healthcare?” Y/N asked they walked to the nurse’s lounge. It was so late that most of the families were either sleeping, in labor, or being discharged. “You certainly know a lot about medicine. And for the record we do have plenty of blood in stock. But we’re looking for donors every third Tuesday if the month.”

“Not technically. Well, not the doctor you’re thinking of at least. I have three PhDs. In mathematics, chemistry, and psychology. It’s….a lot I know,” He offered a small smile, “People either think I’m like some super genius or a freak. But not. I’m just….me.”

“Well I happen to think that you’re pretty awesome just being you. I can’t technically say it, but you and Jennifer are my favorites of the night. So it’s only my duty as a L&D nurse to make sure you are the best baby swaddling godfather in the metro area.”

“Now that’s quite the title to live up to. Do we use real babies or dolls to practice?” Spencer inquired.

Y/N giggled as she reached into the supply closet, “I’m in the business of delivering babies. Not kidnapping them, Dr. Spencer……?”

“Reid.”

“Reid.” She nodded, handing him a baby doll to practice with. “If it was twelve hours earlier I would be making you wrap my burrito to practice.”

“I think I’m going to equally as bad as wrapping a burrito as I would be a baby.” He confessed.

“Fear not, young grasshopper, your teacher is here.” Y/N teased, grabbing Spencer by the arm to the table where she ate lunch every day with Lorraine and Hector, her favorite to nurses on the floor.

She laid out a blanket and a baby on the table as her and Spencer stood side by side. “So fold the corner of the blanket down for the baby’s head to rest. And the you gently lay the baby down. Now wrap over the left triangle to the baby’s middle.” She watched as he followed expertly, “Good! Now fold up the little triangle at the baby’s feet. Make sure it’s snug, but not too tight.”

“It’s easier than it looks,” Spencer said as he folded the last part of the blanket and held up a swaddled baby doll.

“Now try when it when a baby is screaming at you and you’ve been on your feet for ten hours.”

“I’ll sit to my day job,” Spencer joked, “But call me if you ever need a swaddling partner.”

Y/N’s face heated at the thought of calling Spencer, of talking to him beyond this night when he friend was about to give birth.

“Where did you learn how to deliver a baby?” She asked, hoping to divert the conversation.

“I read about it.” Spencer replied.

“In college? Did you take a human biology class on pregnancy as well?”

“Uh, no,” Spencer said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, “I read about it. I read it today when JJ was getting admitted.”

“Getting admitted takes like 30 minutes? How on Earth did you read about human delivery in 30 minutes?” Y/N asked with awe on her face.

“Actually, it took 31 minutes and twelve seconds. Which is 2 minutes and 39 seconds faster than the average,” He blushed when Y/N raised eyes meant his comment only added to her questions, not answered them, “I have a very good memory. And I can read fast.” He explained.

“Oh,” Y/N said, taking out two mugs from the cabinet, “that explains the three PhDs and how you hounded me about vitals before. You’re brilliant. And a very good friend.”

“I don’t get brilliant often. Genius, yes. Freak, yes. Strange, yes. But brilliant isn’t usually reserved for me. I think my quirks out weigh my strengths and thus that changes how I’m perceived.”

“Well, I don’t see a freak or a stranger,” Y/N told him, “I see a man who’s probably 6’3” that crammed himself into a tiny plastic chair and has been fetching ice chips and throwing down with the toughest nurse to get his friend a blanket. That’s not a freak. Or a weirdo. Or anything besides a good, gentle, kind man. I don’t really know you, but it’s my job to watch people here. I watch all these husbands who don’t dote on their wives as they push a whole baby out of their bodies. They complain to them about how long it took to find parking, or that they had to pay 10 bucks for a decent cup of coffee at the cafe, or that the chairs hurt their back. I haven’t heard you say that once. You’re good, Spencer. There’s a reason Jennifer wants you to be her baby’s godfather.”

Stunned, Spencer’s lip twitched into what resembled a smile. He bit his lip as his eyes scanned the room.

“Thank you,” Spencer whispered, “it means more than you know.”

“Good. You seem like the kind of person that deserves to hear good things. And plus, I’m sure your wife or girlfriend will be very happy you spent the night learning how to swaddle babies and change diapers.”

“Uh, I’m not committed to anyone.” Spencer corrected, the blush returned to his face, this time it crawled all the way up to his ears. It only increased his cuteness as it increased the way Y/N’s heart pumped blood. Her nervous system was on overdrive and she hasn’t even touched the man. Yet there was something about him that drew him to her.

“Oh, seeing someone casually and don’t want to freak her out?” Y/N offered. “Because I will admit that’s not what you want to say to the girl you have a situationship with.”

“A situationship?” Spencer questioned, shaking his head. “Never mind. I’m not seeing anyone casually or otherwise. It’s never been my strong suit.”

“Seriously?” Y/N said, pouring her coffee and Spencer a cup, “That’s very surprising.”

“Why?” Spencer asked, accepting the coffee with a tight lipped smile.

“Not to cross any professional boundaries, but you’re literally what most girls look for when they want a partner. Especially one that they want to you know,” she gestured to the baby doll on the table, “settle down with. You’re husband material.”

“Husband material?” Spencer asked, clearly beyond confusion. It was like it was his first time hearing that he was desirable to women. An overwhelming urge to tell him just how desirable he was to her overcame Y/N.

She fought it hard.

“You know,” she started, “you’ve got a great job, nice and normal friends, you’re close friends with a woman, but there’s zero sexual tension between the two of you. That means a lot to girls. It means that you can see women as whole people.”

“What else would I see them as?” Spencer questioned aloud. “They’re people. Not props or conquests.”

Y/N threw her hands up in surrender as if she finally has given up. “See, you’re like perfect. Not to mention you’re very nice to look at.”

Spencer gulped a big sip of coffee, but the burning liquid spewed out all over him and the table. Y/N dodged it, spending nearly three years getting out of the way of mysterious liquids from all different patients had certainly paid off.

“Sorry, sorry, god that was embarrassing,” Spencer lamented. “I hope I didn’t get it all over you.” He apologized.

Holding in a giggle, Y/N waved off his fears. “Don’t worry. You’re just fine, Spencer.”

In more ways than one, she thought silently to herself.

“I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. It’s highly unprofessional of me to comment on your appearance.”

No matter how attractive she finds him.

Spencer’s face melted as she apologized. “No!” He practically yelled. “Don’t think that. Please don’t think that. I didn’t mind it at all. It’s just, I’m not used to hearing it. Especially from women that are like you.”

“Like me?”

“Smart. Hardworking. Kind. Funny. Beautiful.” Spencer confessed.

The last one hit a certain part of her heart that went pang. Tyler never called her beautiful. He would call her hot and sexy, but not beautiful. But maybe once he did. But he said she “looked beautiful” not that she was beautiful.

There was a difference between looking beautiful and being beautiful. And she was looking right at it.

“Spencer,” Y/N whispered. “Once Jennifer is discharged from L&D could I maybe take you out on a date?“

Spencer nodded, and she swore she could see his eyes light up at the possibility of something between them.

“Sure. Isn’t there a blood donation clinic next week?” He smiled and took a sip of his coffee, “I promise I won’t spew coffee all over you when you compliment me again,”

***

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veeluvss · 12 days

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Nice Try

jemily implied smut

jj tries to top after being bottom for so long

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cross posted to ao3 (capvenusprentiss)

“That’s it, that’s it baby girl. You’re okay,” Emiy said as JJ orgasmed all over her fingers. “That’s my girl. You did so good.'' Her words were encouraging as JJ panted, her eyes shut tight and her back arched. This was everything to Emily, seeing her girl cum all over her fingers - it was like heaven on earth for the grey–haired woman. JJ calmed down as Emily watched the emotions across her face. She laid against the bed and Emily pulled out her fingers, presenting them to the younger girl. Her mouth was open obediently, wanting nothing but to taste herself like the good girl she had to be for Emily. She sucked Emily’s fingers with vigour and Emily smiled, loving the feeling. “Oh my good girl,” Emily praised and ran her fingers through JJ’s hair. “You’re so good for daddy hm?” “Hm,” JJ mumbled around her fingers, looking up at her girlfriend with her big, blue puppy eyes.

Emily removed her fingers and JJ lay on the bed, smiling and trying not to yawn. She was sleepy now. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” Emily said softly and spread JJ’s legs again. Emily smiled at the mess before running into the bathroom. JJ lay on her back, blinking up at the ceiling, thinking it over. She really loved Emily, loved being her sub - serving her and being used like a stupid little fuck toy. But she wandered if she was capable of fucking her and being on top- if Emily wanted to lose that control her her sometime. Of course JJ had fucked Emily. She’d licked her out, rode her face, but she’d never worn the strap. She wondered what it felt like, to pound into Emily beat after beat and watch her face and entire facade crumble. She wondered if Emily ever thought about it, wished JJ would take control sometimes instead of always being so needy.

Emily suddenly appeared above her and she squealed before hiding her face behind her hands, blushing madly. As if Emily caught her thinking about THAT. “Heyyyy, no,” Emily teased and pried her hands away from her face. JJ whimpered and kept her eyes shut tight so she couldn’t see Emily, so she couldn’t get more embarrassed (if that was possible). “What’s my pretty thing thinking about, hm?” Emily asked, stroking JJ’s hair. “You,” JJ muttered back. “Me? What about me?” JJ whined and wiggled up the bed so she could cover herself in the blankets but Emily grabbed her waist and pulled her back down.

“I’ve got to clean up your mess, take it easy, wiggle bum,” Emily teased and began wiping her down with a hot cloth. “Do you want to shower?” “Not a shower day,” JJ huffed. “Can’t wash my hair yet.” “Do you want a bath?” JJ perked up at the thought of a nice hot bath, with candles and bubbles and salts. She nodded and shot Emily a nice big smile.

“With snacks?” She asked hopefully. “If you ask nicely,” Emily teased and JJ giggled. “Can I have snacks in my bath daddy?” Emily smiled at the question and felt butterflies in her stomach. That was why she did this. She adored being in control of her JJ - looking out for her and taking care of her - spoiling her and protecting her at all costs. “Of course baby, come on,” she stood up and grabbed JJ’s robe from the side. She held it out for her girl to be wrapped up in.

As Emily walked to the bathroom, JJ watched her from her spot on the edge of the bed. Watched the way her hips moved and her hair bounced over her shoulders in its messy ponytail. As she leaned over the bath to reach the taps, JJ imagined her over the bed, spanking her arse til it was red raw the way Emily does to her if she misbehaves. She giggled at the thought of it, unable to even take herself seriously.

“JJ, seriously, what are you thinking about?” Emily asked, almost concerned. JJ was clearly deep in her own thoughts and after such a scene, she needed to ensure it was healthy. “Hm?” JJ hummed, looking up at the mention of her name. Emily left the bath running and came closer to her girlfriend. She kneeled down in front of her and rested her hands on her outer thighs, brushing her blackbird tattoo. “What are you thinking about?” Emily asked. She reached a hand up and caressed her girlfriend’s face. “Just you, like I said,” JJ smiled. “Nothing bad Em.” “What about me then?” JJ blushed again and giggled like a school girl. “Come on, tell me,” Emily practically whined and her bottom lip jutted out, making JJ’s giggling escalate. “It silly,” JJ chuckled and looked away. “It must be if it’s making you giggle so much,” Emily teased and tickled JJ’s belly a little. JJ laughed and grabbed hold of her hands, tightly securing the tickles. “Tell daddy, Jay. You know you’re allowed to express your thoughts and desires,” Emily said in a firmer tone. JJ sighed and still refused to look at Emily. “Do you ever think- no, hm,” JJ began and then stopped. “Do I think, what?” “About me topping you sometime?” JJ spat the question out as fast as she could. Emily let a wide smile form on her face, not wanting to laugh. “I haven’t thought about it before, no,” Emily replied, as calmly as she could. “Is it something you want to try?” “I’m not sure,” JJ muttered, lowering her head. “Hey, it’s okay. We can if you like.” Emily knew it wouldn’t work out but if her girl wanted to give it a go then they’d give it a go. “I want to,” JJ admitted. “I just don’t think I’d be very good at it - but but I want to try.”

“Then we can try it. Tomorrow?” “Tomorrow,” JJ smiled. She was glad she didn’t have to take control today, she still wanted her bath. “Bath and snack time then, come on princess,” Emily smiled and stood up. JJ smiled. She was a princess. Emily’s princess.

The next day came around and JJ was giggly all day. They arrived home and Emily immediately went to take charge of their night but a stern look from JJ stopped her. “Oh yeah,” Emily groaned. “Take my shoes off Em,” JJ said and sat on the ottoman. Emily laughed and shrugged, this was going to be entertaining. “I do this anyway,” Emily said. “Yeah, well- I want you to do it now,” JJ replied and held up her foot. Emily laughed again and began taking off JJ’s heels and setting them nicely on the side. JJ stood up then and, being a few inches shorter than Emily, stood on her tiptoes - Emily tried not to smile at the sight as JJ put her finger under her chin. “Go wait for me in bed like a good girl,” JJ said and Emily nodded, letting the smile out. “Yes boss,” Emily teased and ran upstairs. JJ giggled and kicked her feet happily, this was exhilarating.

JJ entered the bedroom, and Emily was laying on the bed with her clothes on. “I said be ready for me!” JJ said, looking over at Emily with a pout on her lips. “Hey, no pouting,” Emily warned and sat up. “I am ready for you.” “No, no- your clothes were meant to be off,” JJ groaned and turned around, composing herself. She was meant to be in charge. “Jay?” Emily asked, checking on her girl. JJ turned back around with a sudden fierceness. “Take off your clothes and be ready to take me properly. I don’t want you to step out of line again young lady-” JJ said. It felt foreign on her tongue and she couldn’t help but smile - what was she doing? Emily giggled and began getting undressed. “Yes boss,” she said. “It’s daddy to you,” JJ said, walking more in the room and Emily burst out laughing. JJ swatted her with her discarded t-shirt. “Quit laughing at me,” she groaned. “You’re too cute.” “I’m not cute. I’m hot and sexy and domineering,” JJ said. She began taking off her pants in front of Emily and the older woman groaned, she couldn’t even grab her and tell her off for teasing. She had to watch her girl undress so slowly in front of her and just watch…

To Emily’s surprise, JJ grabbed the strap. It made her smile but she didn’t want to laugh again, although it was an enduring laugh. She loved that her girl was trying. She watched her struggle to get it on and thought about asking her. It wasn’t until JJ threw the strap down in a huff and sat on the bed that Emily moved closer. “JJ,” Emily said softly. She wrapped her legs around JJ so her back was in her front and the blonde quickly wiped her eyes. “Okay, tears, okay,” Emily said more to herself, acknowledging them. She held her girlfriend tighter. “I can’t do it,” JJ whispered, kicking the strap with her foot. “Can’t do this. I’m pathetic.” “Hey JJ no, we don’t use those words about ourselves,” Emily warned and moved around so she could see her girlfriend’s face. Taking the opportunity, JJ put her head on Emily’s shoulder. “I’m sorry I- I can’t do it. I can’t take charge, it's not right,” JJ admitted. Emily stroked her back and kissed her head. “And that’s okay. We tried it and it didn’t work but our usual dynamic does.” “But-” JJ whimpered and stopped herself, not wanting to voice her concerns. “But what princess?” “But what if I’m not good enough for you?” “Not good enough? JJ you’re more than good enough for me. Is that where all this came from? JJ I adore you, I love the way things are. If you weren’t good enough for me something would have changed a long time ago,” Emily said. “But what if you want things to change now-” “I don’t Jay. I really don't. I don’t want you to top me, especially if it’s something you don't want to do, really.” “I wanted to! I wanted to try it. I’m just not good at it.” “Maybe you’re not the best top but that’s because you’re just meant to be on bottom, Jay. My sweet little princess, let me top you. Let me take control. You never, ever have to.” “Don’t you wish you didn’t have to be in control all the time?” JJ asked, still cuddled into her girlfriend's side. “At work I do, but here, with you - looking after my sweet girl who just deserves all the care in the world. Plus, you’re just as much in charge of me outside the bedroom,” Emily teased and ran her fingers through JJ’s hair. JJ smiled a little and nodded. “I guess I am.” “I love you JJ,” Emily muttered. “I love you, Emily.” They shared a tender kiss before Emily stood up, she grabbed JJ before throwing her on the bed and climbed on top of her. “Now, what do you call me?” She asked, leaning over JJ. JJ giggled loudly and gripped Emily’s bare waist, taking in the marvellous body on top of her. “Hi, daddy.”

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 2 months

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Here's a silly idea if you wanna try it, no pressure!

How do you think the bachelor's/bachelorette's world react to the Farmer casually mentioning a blue man who leaves notes for them around town as challenges who also keeps cameras around town to watch them?

They do not elaborate, the Farmer just moves on like they talked about the birds lmaooo

Oh, man. I found the idea itself so funny that inspiration immediately kicked my ass 🤣 There's already been more than one mention for Qi and about his weird obsession with Farmer, strange quests and, God forgive me, about "snake milk"... Sheesh 😅

Thank you so much for the ask! ☺️ (hope I translated this correctly. Or feel free to ask again!)

SDV bachelors/ettes react to Farmer, who casually mentioned Mr. Qi:

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"You gotta drink less so you don't see shit." It's unusual to hear Shane say that, but even he doesn't remember drinking so much that he saw some hallucinations like "blue men". He'd let Farmer's words pass his ears and now was beginning to wonder if he should let his dear niece near that weirdo. Challenges, cameras everywhere... yeah sure.

The doctor's instincts hit right away and Harvey will run after Farmer to see if they have a fever. Cameras in the whole Stardew Valley? Dangerous quests in Calico Dessert? Sorry Farmer, but Harvey won't believe it and will insist they go to the clinic for a check up, or at least rest at home. You can’t ignore rest, you know, because it affects both physical and mental health...

"So I'm not the only one who noticed it." Wait, what? How does Sebastian know? "Found a weird note with your name on it when I was in the mines." Hold on, what was a local emo doing in the mines? And why is his arm in bandages? "Hm, let't change the subject, we were talking about blue stranger, weren't we?" Wait a minute, Seb!

Alex probably won't even listen to what the Farmer is saying. "Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever you say, weirdo." The athlete may not be a genius, but even he can realize that there's no benefit to anyone putting cameras in Pelican Town for, like, what? Fun or whatever? To keep tabs on Farmer? That's stupid. Don't be stupid, Farmer.

"Wait, seriously? Yo, no kidding." With a lifestyle like Farmer's, Sam immediately believed in their words even without the details. However, the interest and desire to organize a quest with his friends to find the "secrets of the Valley" quickly faded away as the skateboarder's stomach rumbled. He would just forget the whole thing later.

Honestly, Elliott is completely confused. How should he react to what his friend Farmer has just said? The writer thinks it's complete nonsense, but because of his manners and his unwillingness to be confrontational or rude, Elliott will simply try to change the subject.

"Absurd", Abigail thought, but somehow the Farmer's words stuck in her mind. Considering that the purple-haired girl was just looking for an excuse to procrastinate duties, her ass began her own adventure of finding cameras. And she found one right away! And a strange note from someone named "Qi"! Wtf, hey Farmer, tell again about that weird blue dude!

"Ok, let's think: why would someone follow you around 24/7 and give you weird tasks?" For some reason, Maru was very much interested in Farmer's casually thrown words, trying to make sense of them. It's unclear, really, where this interest comes from, but maybe the young inventor wants to spend more time with Farmer. Even if the conversation is kinda strange.

Penny did her best to keep her smile from looking too forced. Wishing to remain polite and not to be rude, the red-haired teacher simply thanked Farmer for the conversation and went about her business, trying not to think too much about their words.

"The blue man? Oh, has Clint been drinking that Joja soda again?" No, Emily, that wasn't Clint, and he only turned blue once (and that was probably from worry, not from Joja cola). She would have forgotten about Farmer's words, but she also could swear that Sandy had once mentioned a similar person paying the rent in Oasis. Hmm, maybe Emily should ask again...

When Farmer told Haley about the strange blue man and other oddities, the blonde paused and wondered: if she should really have even listened to the words of a person who just a couple days ago had been rummaging through trash cans and eating raw seaweed? The answer was obvious, and Haley forgot about it as a misunderstanding.

Leah only shakes her head. "Whatever you say, Farmer." She doesn't want to be rude to them, but all this talk of cameras, dangerous quests, and a mysterious man hasn't impressed her one bit. If Farmer keeps this up - they'll always be considered a weirdo.

#stardew valley #sdv #thanks for the ask!#sdv sebastian #sdv harvey #sdv sam #sdv shane #sdv elliott #sdv alex #sdv penny #sdv emily #sdv haley #sdv abigail #sdv maru #sdv leah #sdv headcanons

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Learning to Trust, Part 5

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Words: 1757

Series Summary: Things with your boss were becoming complicated, but they became even more complicated when an Unsub sought you out and began targeting you. Can a relationship that hasn't even officially begun survive this?

Garcia set up a mobile system in the conference room so that she could verify and cross reference as you tried your best to piece together everything you could remember about the woman. Reid sat on one side of you, listening intently, and occasionally interrupting to ask a qualifying question. Emily was writing things on the board that stuck out more so than other details.

Rossi was still trying to find more on Hiálmar - combing through some books that were so old their pages were yellow and crumbling. Reid would have read it faster but Rossi had a hunch. You couldn’t shake the familiarity of it still.

“Ana was there before me,” You confirmed when Reid cut in, asking if you had gone to school together, “She was older then I was, maybe 21 or 22 when I first met her.” You could see her face like she was in the room with you now. Pale skin and bright blue eyes, long blonde hair she nearly always kept in a tight french braid. She had a strong brow and jaw. She never smiled, not with her lips, almost like such a display was beneath her. But she did smile with her eyes, and over the years you had missed that.

“She was my friend,” Your voice was slightly strained as you spoke before you cleared it, looking away from Reid and Garcia. Your eyes landed on Aaron instead. He had been relatively quiet since you’d found Paul’s body and your last message from whoever was doing this - and it was beginning to eat at you.

Aaron met your eye and held your gaze for a moment, his eyes were slightly probing. He was checking on you. You offered him a tight smile and he nodded slightly. Much was said for two people who spoke no words.

“Is Ana her real name?” Garcia asked, “Is there a last name?”

“Lundgren,” Your voice felt foreign on your tongue. Aaron moved around the outskirts of the room towards Rossi, glancing down at the man’s current work - attempting to give you the impression of privacy as you spilled your guts on the floor. “That’s her real name.” You knew that.

The smell of bread filled the small studio of the cabin. You were currently assimilated into an organization that was holed up in a fishing village in the North. Ana’s gentle singing filled the room as you laid on the sofa, staring at the woodgrain of the ceiling. For a moment life was peaceful here with your friend.

The singing quieted and Ana approached you, placing the bread on the table, already sliced and steaming, along with a small bowl of homemade butter.

“You’re a gem,” You smiled, lazily reaching for a peace, “You love this shit don’t you?” Homesteading, as she called it. You grew up in a city, this was a new lifestyle for you.

“I do,” Her eyes crinkled and you smiled, unable to help it. “My ma did a lot of this when I was a girl,” She told you, eyes glistening at the memory. You two had become close friends during the months you spent with the organization. Little contact was held with the rest of your team, some monitoring from afar, some elsewhere in the organization.

But that didn’t mean you talked about your families. “Sarah,” She spoke, garnering your attention again. Sarah. The name you’d given yourself when you joined the NIS - someone else entirely. “Do you ever worry?” She asked and you considered the question. Of course you worried.

“Sure,” You agreed, biting into the bread to give yourself another moment to think, “Worry about plenty of things - are you worried?”

“Sometimes I think,” She stopped. You knew what she was about to say. Not really - but you knew it was something you shouldn’t know - something you didn’t want to know. When joining this team you had all had to take an oath to leave your personal lives behind. You were no longer sons or daughters, friends, brothers, sisters. You were a team who was set to do a task and to do that task as efficiently as possible, there was no room for anything like that. In order to look humanity in the eye so closely - you were told to abandon your own.

“I know,” You agreed, smiling tightly, “Me too,”

“My name is really Ana.” She looked at you, her eyes dull and watery. You didn’t like this Ana. “My last name, it’s Lundgren.” You palms felt sweaty, why was she telling you this, she shouldn’t be telling you this, “If I die you tell my ma, okay?”

“Her mother’s name is Ulla. She’s passed but might help you track her down.” You pulled yourself from the memory, looking at Garcia who looked at you gently. “Ana is bottom of my list for suspect,” You told Garcia, like you were trying to reassure her, reassure yourself.

“Then why are we starting with her?” Morgan asked.

“Of those left, she probably knows me best,” You explained, “And,” you paused, “I’m worried she’s most likely to be the next target, if we can track her down, maybe…” you didn’t need to finish, he understood. Preventative.

It was late when Garcia got a tentative contact number, half past one. She had an address as well, a family friend in Southern Pennsylvania.

“I will call the local PD and request a wellness check,” Hotch stepped forward and you stood to meet him.

“No, if we freak her and she goes into hiding no one will ever find her,” You assured him, “Let me try and call her first,” He looked at you seriously, and you could tell he didn’t think it was a good idea, “Please,”

“Call. Once, if she doesn’t answer, leave a voicemail and I am calling the local PD. Then everyone,” He looked to you pointedly, “Is getting some rest.” He had his no business Hotch voice on, and a glare to match. In another world under different circumstances you’d be fawning over the handsome display, you may even argue to rile him up a bit more. But right now you were tired - emotionally - physically - and he was right. You hoped he was right.

You dialed the number from a secure line and hit call before placing the phone to your ear and counting the rings. One. Two. Three - voicemail.

“I’ve been sent to voicemail,” You told the room.

“Sent?” Garcia asked, typing furiously at her computer.

“Please leave a message after the beep,” The robot told her before a ‘beep’ emitted from the phone, you were silent for a moment before you swallowed and spoke.

“Hey,” You breathed, “It’s me, call me back at this number - please - we - Kod röd, fara sång i soldat.” Another beat of silence and you hung up before looking at Aaron, “You can call the local PD. If she listens to that message she’ll call me back - if she doesn’t.” You shrugged slightly before turning and walking from the room. Not bothering to say anything to your team as you went - though you could feel their eyes, those pitying looks - on your back as you walked towards the elevator. You hit the down button, and someone stopped beside you. You knew who it was. You waited for the elevator in silence before stepping in together - he hit the button for the floor of the parking garage and you rode the elevator together in silence.

“I’m sorry,” Aaron finally spoke and you looked at him surprised for a moment.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” You reminded him.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t be sorry it’s happening,” He reminded you, and your lips threatened to tug into a smile momentarily.

“Thank you,” You sighed and he nodded his head, “I’m sorry,” It was his turn to look surprised.

“For what?”

“Bringing this to the team.” The elevator doors opened and you stepped out into the dark - nearly empty parking garage.

“No,” His word was firm and final, he stopped to face you, a hand going to your elbow and squeezing. “You’re not going to blame yourself for this - not if I have anything to do about it.” You stood there for a moment before your eyes began to burn.

“It is my fault,” You told him, almost feeling an anger bubbling within you, what did he know? He didn’t know what you saw, what you did, what your nightmares replayed over and over, “These people - for years Aaron they were my world for good or bad.” He looked sad, his hand tightening on your arm and tugging you slightly closer as a stray tear threatened to escape.

“You were a child who was recruited into a government organization, you were used.” His words feld sharp and you flitched. Aaron saw and the fact that anyone - at any moment could come down that elevator and stumble upon the pair - didn’t matter anymore. The man pulled you forward fully, guiding you into a hug, wrapping firm arms around you and holding you tightly to his chest. You broke. The tears fell forward dampening his dress shirt as you sobbed into his chest. Sobbed hard. Sobbed for your childhood, sobbed for the girl you were, sobbed for the years you lost. Sobbed for you now - having to deal with this all again. And when you had no more tears left you hiccupped into the man’s chest - catching your breath.

The whole time Aaron had stood firm and strong and held you in his arms allowing you to get it all out. He had one arm wrapped tightly around you, keeping you to him, and the other hand rubbed reassuring circles in your back the entire time, even as you calmed yourself down.

But now you didn’t move to step back. You smelled his cologne, masking his sweat and the scent of coffee. Now you were embarrassed. For breaking down so dramatically and in front of Aaron Hotchner nonetheless. If you stepped back now, you’d have to face him.

“Are you alright,” He whispered and his chest rumbled in front of you.

“Yes,” You whispered, finally pulled back from him, but his arm remained around you, not letting you go far, “No, well, better.” You laughed, “Sorry, thank you I needed that.” He smiled gently and nodded.

“Never apologize to me for crying, alright? You’re allowed to.” You nodded. You believed him - for the first time someone had given you permission to feel vulnerable around them, and you believed him.

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THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING GILMORE GIRLS: S3/EP5/8 O CLOCK AT THE OASIS (PART 3) Aka SweaterPaws, Fake Fish, The Best Okuh Ever, And Jess Mariano Is A Waterlogged Infant Kitten

Parts 1 & 2 and all other episodes can be found in my pinned post.

This scene of Rory overhearing an answering maching message from Dwight's irate wife combines two of AmyShermanPalladino favorite things: answering machines and (the voice of) Alex Borstein (Celine & Drella on GG, Suzie on Mrs Maisel. Also Lois on Family Guy). Gilmore Girls Producer: Attention, Gilmore Girls crew! It has come to my attention that our budget will not cover both Outdoor Landscaping Scenes and Fishtanks. Sacrifices will have to be made.

Finally she admits to herself that Dean is a serial killer. And casual swearing from Rory? Wow, what a delight to hear.

!!!SWEATER PAWS ALERT!!!!

What do the kids say? Unbothered. Moisturized. Flourishing? In my lane? Something like that. It's clearly a school day (since Rory is in her uniform) while it appears to be a rare day where Jess hasn't been scheduled to work in the Coffee Mines before school. Speaking of school, he's walking away from school instead of towards it and is not carrying any school supplies or a backpack. He looks happy. Just vibing in his ugly oversized clothing. Hopefully he looks up every so often so he doesn't walk face first into a lamp post.

Or that.

Blue Crush was a 2002 movie about a girl who surfs starring Kate Bosworth. Get it? Cause Rory is covered in water?

Hey. Eyes up top, Pal.

The floofy hair. The prominent draggy lip. The five o'clock shadow. Salty enjoys naming things she can see.

How many of Jess' books have been ruined with water? 2 so far. The answer is 2.

And now...ladies and Gentlemen...I present the greatest Milo Okuh Ever Okuh'D:

Get you a man who will risk soaking himself and pretend he didn't assist you with turning off a sprinkler so your boyfriend Dean won't fly into a jealous rage over it. It brings a tear to ol Salty’s eye. The episode wraps up with Lorelai attempting to end the Peyton Sanders nonsense by apologizing to Emily and taking the blame for the entire incident. Silly Lorelai, she didn't consider "What would Emily Gilmore think?" first and foremost before agreeing to go on one date with a random guy. I mean, Lorelai declining a second date with Peyton could have caused Emily to lose rank in her Tea Party Circle with Peyton's mother or some nonsense like that, according to a ridiculous story Richard just told Lorelai earlier in the episode. Let me be clear here, in case the message got a little lost- I am 100% siding with Lorelai here. She should not have to grovel like this over something so meaningless.

HOGWASH. Stop this right now Lorelai. Emily is standing just a few feet away and you're in a kitchen filled with many sharp knives and cooking implements. I'll look the other way. She even agrees to go on a second date with Peyton just to pacify Emily even though she just made it painfully clear how miserable it would make her to see this dude again. Emily is quite pleased seeing Lorelai's state of misery. Well, like I said earlier, you do only have a very small window of time before David Bowie stops performing forever, so go for it I guess. Take the tickets, then drop Hamm. Drop him like Rory dropped out of Yale. I have a final comment: Although by the end of this episode we don't see Rory at school, one would have to presume that after the sprinkler incident she either had to get on the bus and go to school sopping wet or go home and change and blowdry her hair and risk being very late to class. Either she gets reprimanded for showing up to school late or she gets reprimanded for the wet uniform and hair so she's screwed no matter what. If he didn't take an ounce of pity on Rory for her Hit By A Deer story, do you think Headmaster Charleston would buy some fantastical tale from Rory about her tardiness being due to a sprinkler, sweater paws, a neighbor with a board game fetish, and Dean the unabomber?

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prologue. the things you do for the ones you love

summary : when you were asked to be your sisters maid of honour you never expected to fall in love with the best man. warnings : nothing ig? words : 1.5k a/n : this is my first series on here and i'm really excited to share it with you guys!!

it was just as you had left it. the blue shutters on the windows registered their bright brilliant hue and the unchanged silk curtains billowed in the soft morning breeze. the same abstract ornament sat on the steps leading to the front door and even now you were uncertain of its name let alone what it represented. your parents still owned the very much identical vehicles to the one you had as a child.

that thought was comforting. that nothing had changed. although when you were brought back to reality of it all everything was going to change. and it was inviteable.

"y/n!" called a voice that you had missed. your sister emily descended the steps with a fast pace that you were in fear of her falling.

"hi" you say letting out an exhale as you speak. emily smiles at your newfound presence in the drive of your childhood home.

there was an awkward moment when both of you were unsure of what to say or do next but then you felt her arms pull you close into an embrace. your arms snaked up her back to the same position where she held hers on your own. taking a deep breath in you notice something, that scent, the identical one that she used to wear all throughout high school.

you could've stayed like that forever but in remembering why you were here you pulled back and dragged her left arm forward to meet your gaze.

it shone and sparkled in the sun and just by that you knew that your future brother in law would be bringing some prosperity into the family.

"i mean....wow. it's gorgeous". emily shies away and pulls back her hand to her own control.

"you think so? i don't know maybe it's a bit flashy but you know a girl can't be picky". she admires the ring for a moment as though she has never seen it until now and this action makes you chuckle. sarcasm was something that emily had acquired from a young age right after she had begun to watch friends. your mother, throughout her teenage years had to witness the endless puns and jokes although after a long day her words were sometimes mood lifting.

"i missed that laugh"emily admits and this makes your heart warm.

"i missed you". and it was true, you had missed her. at first you were reluctant in coming back because your last visit had been over a year ago and even then it wasn't a joyous occasion with your father's degrading comments. your father hadn't always been so supportive when you had informed of your aspiration to study fashion. you guessed that was another reason that your sister desired your presence, or that you hoped.

"so....how's life? well i mean besides getting engaged and all. how is everyone?". emily nods as she takes a look down at her stained converse, whist tucking a strand of her brunette hair behind her ear.

"i mean mum is good. me and daniel have been staying here for the past weeks and yeah i mean she seems to be doing fine but i think she misses dad.".

you don't try to hide your annoyance with this. you noticeably roll your eyes remembering the countless work trips he would take that would leave your mother to her lonesome. those times you would aspire to be on your best behavior because you could see the bags under your mother's eyes from just a few hours spent with her daughters. it hurt you that your father was still pulling the same old stunts.

"he's still working?"you ask because most people at his age would be either sitting in a retirement home or perhaps on the golf course without a care in the world. your father had never been most people.

work had always come first for him. and you couldn't even understand why. maybe someday you would understand but you would never put your occupation before family.

"i ask myself the same question all the time."

"tell me about daniel".

you hadn't heard much about your sister's apparent "love of her life" according to your mother. the way you mum spoke of him made you wonder if it was possible that she loved him more than emily.

"he's great, perfect. i think he would be just your type" emily says with a straight face.

a rush of nostalgia hits you having heard those words countless times when there was a new prospect of a boyfriend. although they never seemed to last, for you anyways. emily always set you up with guys she knew or a friend of a friend and maybe if you had tried you wouldn't be single at 30 but here we are.

"are you seriously setting me up with your fiance?"

"now who said anything about setting you up?" emily gives a tight lipped smile, "just a suggestion".

"yeah but in all seriousness, he is a great guy and i'm lucky to have him". she looks down at her converse once again as she speaks and with her hair covering her face you can't tell whether her cheeks are flushed but you presumed so.

"who knew you were all soppy?".

at this emily raises her head and silently gasps and then remains with her mouth agape as if she was going to answer back.

with a blunt "shut up" she rolled her eyes but you could tell that you were right. you had always been the hopeless romantic but it looked like you had swapped. you now were not too keen on a serious relationship, not anytime soon anyway. in your opinion relationships just added to the weight that you had to carry around everyday, the worries.

"so where is daniel now?".

"him and mum are out shopping. those two are attached to the hip most of the time. weird right?"

"haha yeah weird"

"you'll meet him tonight."

"tonight?"

"yeah...tonight, you know?". jazz hands. "tooonight".

"what's tonight?

"my engagement party"

"oh shit yeah sorry. oh congratulations by the way".

"who knew you were funny?"

"i did"

"c'mon let's go inside i want to show you what i did to your room."

"about tonight....i didn't really bring-"

"i have a dress"

:::

your room was just how you had left it. the same vanity with pictures of your friends from highschool, clothes strewn across the floor and your posters on the walls. it was like you had never left.

you smile as you lift up a picture of you and emily at the beach a few years back. your smiles were wide and you both had your arms around one another. back then you didn't have a care in the world, but now you couldn't say the same.

emily comes bursting into your room with a bundle of dresses in her arms. once she sets them down on the bed she comes over and tuts when she spots the photo in your hand.

"i remember that day, we were so happy, dad had just got promoted and him and mum were over the moon-"

"we had never seen them so happy" you say interrupting her.

grabbing the picture from your grasp emily pulls you from your past.

taking you by the shoulders she says "no getting sad".

you nod giving her a small smile. she gives her own nod of approval before gesturing to the dresses she brought in.

"take your pick".

you raise your eyebrows when you pick up a dress that could hardly count as a dress.

"really?"

"what?! it's all the rage in paris right now".

you poke her in the ribs which makes her squeal.

"girl we gotta get you a man" emily states as she starts looking through the clothes herself.

"and this is the way to do it?".

"sure!".

you scoff but before you begin to throw another comment you spot something that catches your eye. the material is sparkly and glittery just like a disco ball.

"this one" you confirm.

emily turns around and gasps when she sees what you have chosen.

"perfect, who knew you had taste y/n?".

"um clearly not you"

"haha. anyways back to the boy thing".

you groan at the subject. dating had been a tough subject for you as of late. it had been less than a year since you had broken off with your toxic ex. you still held trauma from him and your sister knew this but she took this as a reason to get out more.

"i bet soms of daniels friends are single" she says, pondering as she tries to recall.

"oh actually he said that one of his friends was recently divorced.....".

"ems im not going to date a 40 year old".

she laughs at my comment. like really laughs.

"he's our age silly".

"oh".

"daniel says he hasn't been with anyone since the breakup.....just like you".

"your point?"

"you'd be a good match".

"ugh whatever."

there's a silence.

"wait what's his name?"

"oh um bu- barnes or something i dont know?".

your eyes widen. it couldn't be could it? your eyes falter to one of the pictures on the wall. you in the middle beside you neil, marrissa and....james. james barnes.

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@jonsa-valentine "Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights The air is crisp and warm, the sunlight streaming down through the clouds that lazily roll on by, the blue sky the best of backdrops. They have come a long way, he thinks, from days of war and cold, of days of pain and suffering, of loss and death… Now, he cannot recall the last loss they endured, save for good old Agatha that they’d lost a few years after the war had finally ended for good. It was a lucky thing, a wonderful thing, to live in a world such as theirs, a world in which he truly thought might never come to be.

Laughter interrupts his thoughts and he inclines his head, looking down over the battlement, catching sight of the children in the courtyard at play. Two young boys, with heads of dark curls, though one has a touch of red when the sunlight catches it in the right way, laugh and wrestle in the fresh mud, which will certainly have their mother aghast when she finds out. Across the way, their keeper, the ever faithful Brienne, watches helplessly, shaking her head as the golden haired man at her side chuckles fondly. “Get him, Robb!” Another voice calls out over the laughter and he turns his gaze elsewhere, to see the tawny haired boy of a few years older, not his son by blood, but his ward and adopted son Samwell, cheering on the older of the two boys wrestling. It wouldn’t be long, he knows, before that same boy would be joining into the fray.

He sighs, shaking his head as a grin curves on his lips, the sight of his two sons playing reminding him of his own days of youth, long gone now, but certainly not forgotten. Once upon a time he and another boy named Robb would have wrestled in that very same courtyard, dirtying their clothes and upsetting the Lady of Winterfell. Those days, so many years ago now, still sometimes feel like yesterday, when he really thinks about it.

“They’re at it again, aren’t they?” The voice breaks into his thoughts and he turns back, surprised to see the young woman approaching him where he stands. “I thought you were resting,” he admonishes as she comes closer, hand to her swollen abdomen, her face tired but her smile gleaming. She slides into place beside him, leaning on the battlements edge to look over, watching the boys at play, sighing heavily when she takes note of their muddied clothes and disheveled hair.

“I was, but I knew they were up to something.” Call it a mother’s intuition, but she had felt it in her bones that her beloved boys were causing a ruckus of some kind- and certainly, the muddy footprints in the great hall were proof of that. “Besides, I will have plenty of time to rest in a few days time,” considering her time was near, she knew it would not be long before she would be propped up in her bed with a newborn to snuggle. She turns his way as his hand slides into place over her belly, the child within her kicking at the touch, as if the babe knew their father was near. “She is eager to meet her father,” Sansa says with a smile, having been referring to the child as a girl for the last few months. Jon knows better than to argue, she’d been right about both boys, after all.

“And her father is eager to meet her,” he replies back, leaning in so he can press a kiss to her lips. Her hand slides over his, still pressed to her belly, and she feels the overwhelming sense of love she always feels in moments such as this one. To think that just five years before, they had been locked into a war, fighting with dragons and lions and the undead, uncertain if they would live to see these summer days come to pass. The days of cold and unrelenting winter were over and their children would hopefully never know the pain that she and Jon had known in the years leading up to their births.

This new life of theirs was full of everything she had ever wanted in life as a child- love and happiness. Jon provided for her in every way a man could, giving her love, giving her children, giving her safety and warmth. “I’ve lost you…” he murmurs, his voice close to her ear and she jumps, returning from the confines of her mind and back to the present.

“I was only thinking… How very lucky I am…” She says softly, tilting her head, blue eyes finding his Stark gray, eyes she sees in their oldest son each and every day. “Back then… I never thought we would have these moments… Have this life.” Jon grips her hand and he’s sober, for was he not just thinking those very same thoughts?

“I am the lucky one, sweetheart,” he insists, thinking to himself how there could be no man in the world as lucky as he was…. He had a beautiful wife, a woman who brought him love and made his home, well, home. A woman who gave him wonderful sons, who was about to birth him a third child. A woman who loved him beyond words, beyond measure, a woman who had been at his side for more years than he could count now. His life had never been complete until she returned to it, until he had her to protect, to love, to hold.

They both hear it then, the laughter faded to shouts, angry boys replacing their once happy ones. As usual, some disagreement as occurred, as it so often does in a household of rowdy, young sons.“Come, let us get our boys before they tear down the castle,” Jon sighs and she laughs, allowing him to lead her by the hand back inside, to where they will take to the stairs and down to the main floor, where they will find their boys and calm the tears and curb the anger.

Jon can’t help but to feel happier than he’s ever felt before- this was where he was always meant to be. Despite how long the road was, it was worth every moment, every battle, every tear, that it took to get here. He wouldn’t trade this life of theirs for anything or anyone.

It was theirs and it was perfect.

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Hazbin Hotel: The Contract of Blood Ep. 5

*Hey guys! We're back with another episode/chapter of Hazbin Hotel: The Contract of Blood. This is published on March 16, 2024. If you guys like the episode/chapter, don't forget to vote and comment! That would be appreaciated! Warning: vulgar language. Enjoy!*

Episode Five: Heaven Without A Name

The last time Charlie visited Heaven, it went to shit and the extermination moved closer. But this isn’t the case this time. This time, she’s only here for the holy bullets.

Charlie, Vaggie, Bella, Nora, and Cherri enter through the portal to Heaven’s gates. However, this time, Charlie seems more nervous about it until she feels Vaggie’s hand in hers.

“Okay, guys,” Vaggie reminds the group, including Charlie. “We’re only here to get the holy bullets. Nothing else.”

“And holy grenades,” Cherri responds with a mischievous smile.

“Wait, how are we going to get the holy bullets without the angels kickin’ us out?” Nora asks with a brow raised.

Vaggie shrugs. “We’ll just have to play it by ear.”

Up by the gates, there’s an angel with blond hair standing behind the podium. Charlie and Vaggie immediately recognizes the angel as St. Peter.

“Uh, hello?” Charlie replies, catching St. Peter’s attention.

“Oh, shoot, it’s you again,” St. Peter responds with a shocked tone. “Is it about the hotel again?”

Charlie and Vaggie exchange glances at each other and plaster grins.

“Uh, yeah, sort of. Uh, Sera got a call from Lucifer,” Vaggie replies.

St. Peter glances through his scroll. “Huh, I did have you guys under Charlie Morningstar. So, uh, yeah, come on in.”

The gold gates open, letting Charlie’s group into Heaven. As they enter Heaven, they are met by the familiar young seraphim angel, blue eyes wide in excitement.

“Oh my gosh! Charlie!” the seraphim gasps in excitement and rushes to hug her.

Vaggie tenses up when she watches her girlfriend hugging Emily.

Once Charlie and Emily break up their hug, Emily notices Vaggie.

“Hi, Vaggie!!!” Emily responds while hugging Vaggie.

Vaggie tenses up more, now awkwardly hugging Emily back.

Emily releases Vaggie and notices the two teen girls. “Oh my gosh! Who are these two cuties?!”

“Uh, Emily, this is our adopted daughter, Bella,” Charlie introduces with a grin.

Bella waves shyly.

“And this is her friend, Nora,” Charlie adds.

Nora cocks her head up as if to say ‘Sup?’.

Emily gushes at Bella. “Oh my goodness! You are so freakin’ adorable! Where did you guys find her?”

“Uh, outside of the hotel,” Vaggie answers awkwardly.

“Oh my gosh, poor thing. I’m glad she found a friend,” Emily responds. She looks to notice Cherri. “And who are you?”

“Cherri Bomb,” Cherri responds with a smirk.

“Aww, he talks so much about you,” Emily replies happily.

“Who?” Cherri asks.

“I mean, he goes on and on about how you look pretty and how he feels bad he hasn’t asked you out. He also describes your body in such a detailed and explicit way that I don’t think I could ever recover from,” Emily responds while rubbing her chin and examining Cherri up and down.

“Who is the fucking creep talking about me?” Cherri barks at Emily, ready to punch her.

“Oh, Emily, I think I found the candy ssstore,” a familiar voice replies.

The group turns around to find a familiar black snake in a white and gold suit and white top hat.

Charlie gasps and covers her mouth while Vaggie widens her eye in shock.

Cherri lowers her fists, recognizing the snake instantly.

“Holy shit, Sir Pentious?” Vaggie utters his name.

Sir Pentious gasps happily when he recognizes the girls and opens his arms wide. “It’sss me!!!”

Charlie smiles tearfully and bolts to Sir Pentious and tackles him into a hug. Sir Pentious almost falls over, but he’s able to lift her up as Charlie sobs.

“You’re okay,” Charlie croaks. “And you made it! I’m so proud of you!”

Sir Pentious puts Charlie and rubs the back of his head nervously. “Yeah. I have no idea how I even made it up here.”

Vaggie approaches Sir Pentious, patting his shoulder. “It’s good to know that you’re still alive.”

Bella and Nora approach the snake with curiosity in their eyes.

Emily approaches beside Charlie. “I almost forgot to bring up that your hotel works!”

“That’s insane,” Vaggie responds with a smile.

Sir Pentious notices the young girls. “Who are they?”

“Oh, Pentious,” Charlie replies excitedly. “This is our adopted daughter, Bella. And this is her new friend, Nora.”

Bella smiles and waves at the snake while Nora gives a peace sign with her fingers as a form for her to wave.

Sir Pentious’ eyes sparkle. “Oh my God, they’re so adorable!”

Cherri has been staring at Sir Pentious the entire time, not sure if she’s in a dream or not as she moves around to get his peripheral vision.

Pentious glances up at Cherri, blushing at the sight of her. “Uh, hi, Cherri. I--”

“You son of a bitch,” Cherri responds and charges to him as if she’s going to attack him.

Before Pentious can shield himself from her attack, she leaps up to him to hug him, her legs wrapped around his hips and her arms over his shoulders. Pentious seems shock at the sudden affection from Cherri and awkwardly hugs her back until it melts into a hug back with a content hiss.

She breaks away from him to look into his eyes. Before any other action is taken, she slams her fist onto his shoulder. He winces a bit.

“That’s for killing yourself, ya bastard,” Cherri growls.

“B-But I wass trying to help the group, I thought--I didn’t think Adam isss going to kill me that quickly--mmph!” Pentious’ rambling is interrupted by Cherri’s lips crashing into his. He instantly melts into it until Cherri breaks away.

“And that’s for the last kiss you give me,” Cherri responds with a soft smile.

Pentious’ subconsciously sticks his tongue out for a moment until he pulls his tongue back in with a blushing face. “Oh, uh, it was a spur of the moment.”

“Uh-huh, and you feel bad for not asking me out,” Cherri replies teasingly.

Pentious blushes even more. “W-Well, if you want to go out on a date while you’re here, I know great placesss to eat.”

Cherri chuckles. “I would like that.”

Pentious puts Cherri back down on her feet.

Cherri holds his hand and looks at the others. “I’m gonna ditch y’all. Let me know when you guys are leaving.”

Cherri and Pentious walk away as Pentious starts talking.

“Oh! They also got a lot of cool vehiclesss that they use for transssport--!” Pentious brings up, rambling on and on as Cherri listens with her cheeks turning red.

Vaggie chuckles at the new couple. “Well, how about that?”

Emily looks at the remaining group. “So, what are you guys here for?”

Charlie wipes a proud tear at the sight of Pentious and Cherri going through the golden streets together. “We’re, uh, shit, I forgot.”

“We’re here for, um,” Vaggie leans over to Emily to whisper. “Holy bullets.”

“Oh yeah, I have no idea about holy bullets. Maybe Sera knows. C’mon,” Emily responds, leading Vaggie, Charlie, Nora, and Bella.

Nora glances at Bella to notice a sad look on Bella’s face. She nudges her shoulder gently to get Bella’s attention. “Something on your mind?”

“Hm? No,” Bella replies, lowering her gaze on the ground.

Nora notices this and looks up at the women. “Hey, uh, I need to use the bathroom. Is there a nearby bathroom around here?”

“Yes,” Emily responds kindly. “There’s a public restroom a couple blocks away.”

Nora smirks and nods. “Thanks. Can Bella come with me?”

Charlie and Vaggie exchange glances at each other and then back at the young girls.

“Uh, sure, just as long as you both stay together and come right back. Heaven is a huge place and you can get easily lost and--”

“Yeah, yeah, I got a good sense of direction,” Nora shoos away Charlie’s warning. She wraps her arms around Bella. “Peace.”

Nora and Bella walk towards where Emily pointed with Bella glancing back at Charlie and Vaggie in confusion before sticking by Nora.

Vaggie arches a brow. “Eh, are you sure we let them go by themselves? Maybe we should go with them.”

“I’m sure they’ll be fine. They’ll be responsible, I’m sure,” Charlie reassures her girlfriend. However, it doesn’t Charlie’s reassurance when Nora pulls Bella into a block before reaching the bathrooms, disappearing in front of the ladies.

“Okay, now I’m suspicious,” Vaggie responds while attempting to chase after the kids.

“I’m sure it’s fine--”

“Ever since Nora became friends with Bella, she has been acting weird and I don’t think she’s a good influence for Bella,” Vaggie states her concern to Charlie.

Charlie rubs her arm. “I’m sure they might spend some time as friends.”

“I swear to God if Bella does this rebel teen thing, I’m gonna blame Nora--”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, baby. We have to trust Bella to make the right decisions. Even if Nora doesn’t make the right decisions, Bella might be the one who can help her come to her senses,” Charlie reassures again.

“I still don’t like Bella being friends with someone like Nora,” Vaggie says.

Emily leans over to the women. “If it helps, we might help you guys track the girls so that you guys can know that she’s safe. Sera has a way of doing that.”

“That would be wonderful,” Charlie responds while looking at Vaggie. “What do you say?”

“Sure,” Vaggie replies. “As long as Bella is safe.”

Emily nods. “Come on then.” She leads Charlie and Vaggie through the streets to find Sera.

~.~

Nora looks over her shoulder to make sure that they weren’t being followed while looking at Bella. “Okay, so what got you down in the dumps?”

“Huh?” Bella responds, looking away shyly. “Nothing. I’m just...deep in thought.”

Nora looks at her from head to toe. “Yeah, I’m not convinced. But I ain’t gonna push further.”

“Thanks,” Bella says sadly.

Nora and Bella are walking side by side with a silence before Nora notices a paint shop with paint cans. She smiles like an idea came to her and she nudges Bella’s shoulder softly.

“Wanna know what I do when I’m sad?” Nora asks Bella.

Bella tilts her head.

“C’mere,” Nora responds while gesturing Bella to follow her. The girls hurry to the alleyway and approach the wall. Nora throws her green backpack off of her, opening it up to reveal a lot of used paint cans. She shakes them in front of Bella.

“Watch this,” Nora replies with a smile, spraypainting yellow and red on the wall.

Bella watches in fascination as Nora starts to use different spray cans to make a beautiful graffiti art of a blue-skinned woman with yellow and red accents.

“Wow,” Bella gasps in fascination.

“I know right. Why don’t you give it a try?” Nora asks while tossing the blue spray can.

“I-uh-I don’t know.”

“Go on. Give it a good shake and spray on the wall here.”

“Aren’t we going to get in trouble?”

“What are they going to do? Cast us down to Hell again?”

“And ban us...and Charlie and Vaggie.”

“Your moms?”

“Yeah.”

Nora frowns and looks around to make sure there weren’t any angels around. “Are you still processing the fact that you’re adopted?”

“Yeah...it all happened so fast. I didn’t think they would adopt me so quickly. I wasn’t even looking for an adoption. I just want--” Bella clenches her teeth, holding the spray can tightly.

Nora tilts her head. “Want what?”

Bella frowns and looks at her cuts that were healed from the days she spent with Charlie and Vaggie. “You better swear to me that you won’t say anything to anyone. Not even to Charlie and Vaggie.”

Nora smirks. “Don’t worry, your secrets are safe with me. Besides, I don’t tell my parents half of the shit I’m doing. So, I’m sure I’m qualified to keep your secrets.”

Bella looks away and starts to make a line on the wall. It isn’t as good of art as Nora’s, but she stops and starts to sob.

Nora straightens up, losing her smirk. “Hey, what’s going on? You okay?”

“They’re still alive.”

“Who’s still alive?”

Bella glances at Nora. “My real parents, Nora. I told Charlie and Vaggie that they’re dead. I just said that so that they wouldn’t bring me back to my parents.”

Nora blinks in shock. “Wow. Uh, holy shit. Is that why you’re feeling sad?”

“That. But...it’s also that I don’t feel like I belong with them. I mean, it’s not Charlie or Vaggie’s fault. They did everything they could to make me feel at home. But, being the daughter to the princess of Hell, I mean...I don’t think I ever get adopted by royalty.”

Nora smiles and shrugs. “Hey, that means you can get away with some shit.”

“Not really,” Bella replies. “They’re so welcoming and so kind...I’m afraid that I’ll be a burden to them one day. Or I’ll do something that makes them think I’m burdening them.”

“Pssh, I doubt it,” Nora responds, spraying paint at the empty wall across from the one she tagged. “They seem like they love you very much and would do anything to help you. Maybe when the time comes, maybe you should tell them.”

“But they’ll be mad at me.”

“Charlie seems real chummy. I worry more about Vaggie,” Nora replies.

Bella tenses up. “Can we do something else but spray-painting?”

Nora perks her ears and smiles. “Sure.” She put her spray cans away in her backpack and put it up. “What do you have in mind?”

Bella rubs her arms. “Maybe have a look around in Heaven? Do some exploring?”

Nora nods. “Sure.”

Nora leads Bella through the streets of Heaven, looking around for the next mischief they can get into.

Bella’s eyes widen to find a violin at the music store with a bright grin.

Nora sees this and notices a guitar. She smirks and decides to sneak into the shop. When the shopowner is not looking, Nora shoplifts the guitar for herself and then the violin for Bella.

She sneaks back out of the shop and hurries to the side to hand Bella her golden violin. She brings out a guitar for herself and comments, “Eh, I need a new one. My old one broke.”

Bella softly smiles at Nora after she gave her the violin. “Thanks. Oh, there’s still a tag--”

“I got it.” Nora rips the tag off of both the instruments and throws them to the side.

Bella hugs her new violin and starts to play it, the musical notes attracting nearby angels. Before Nora can tell Bella to stop, the angels start to dance to Bella’s violin. Nora smiles at all the angels dancing in the streets and looks up at Bella playing the instrument passionately.

Nora’s cheeks reddens at the sight of Bella playing the violin. A soft lovesick smile grows across her face before getting out her guitar to play along with her. Before they can get into the music, they hear the shopkeeper angel step out of the instrument shop.

“Hey!” he barks at the kids.

Nora twists her ears back and then picks Bella up to fly off before they can be further questioned.

Nora flies at the street corner far from the instrument shop near the zoo with all the exotic heavenly animals were at. Bella jumps in excitement and takes Nora by the hand, leading her into the zoo. Nora takes out her phone and snaps a picture of the animals around the zoo.

When Nora is about to snap a picture, she sees Bella petting the giraffe, unafraid of it. She lowers her phone and smiles at Bella. When Bella glances at Nora, Nora instantly looks away from her shyly, her face growing more red.

Bella takes Nora by the hand again with her two top hands and leads her away from the animals and into the street.

Nora notices the clean window revealing Pentious and Cherri eating in the restaurant while the date. She leans over to whisper an idea into Bella’s ear, who jumps in excitement and nods.

Both Bella and Nora sneaks up to window.

“Yeah, the guy never knew what’s coming to him,” Cherri replies. “He picks up the bomb after I threw it and he just blew up into pieces!”

The angels seem freaked out around them about the graphic detail that Cherri mentions, but Pentious laughs.

“How sstupid iss he to pick up the bombs?” Pentious questions wiping away tears in his eyes. “Doessn’t he know that they detonate?”

“I know! So stupid!” Cherri replies while laughing. After their exchange laughter, Cherri asks, “I haven’t heard anything about your minions. How are they? Did they make it up here with you?”

“I-I don’t know. I misssss them, Cherri. I misssss them terribly.”

Cherri frowns. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’sss okay. Emily getss to hear me complain about not having my minionsss daily,” Pentious responds with a wave of a hand.

“You guys are just friends?”

“Oh yeah. Don’t worry, she’sss way younger than me.”

“Good to know,” Cherri responds while hearing violin music.

Both Pentious and Cherri glance out of the window to see Bella playing her violin as if she’s serenading Pentious and Cherri with the notes from “Careless Whispers”.

Pentious blushes madly along with Cherri as they glance each other awkwardly.

Nora is below the window sill, trying not to laugh so hard at the little prank.

“You can’t play that kind of music here,” the angel cop responds.

“Shit,” Nora grumbles to herself as she picks Bella up and carries her away from the restaurant.

Cherri and Pentious exchange glances again. Cherri leans forward and gives him the bedroom eye as she examines his body from head to toe. Pentious becomes more flustered with a small gulp.

Moments later, Nora manages to shoplift a couple of plate of cupcakes and shares it with Bella. They hide from the angels roaming through the streets while eating some sweets.

After they eat some cupcakes, they continue exploring around the streets of Heaven to find something else to do.

Nora notices a mall full of clothes. She brightly smiles and nudges Bella, to get her to look. They both smile in excitement, hurrying around the mall to look through the clothes. As they are looking through the clothes, Nora notices a video-game shop in the mall, but it doesn’t have the violence and gore games she likes usually. She rolls her eyes and looks to find Bella taking some of the shirts, skirts, and dresses into the dressing room to try them on. Nora decides that she rather watch Bella try on dresses than look through lame video games that were only pure and non-violent.

Nora sits on the bench, listening to Bella getting the clothes on. She hears the door open to see Bella coming out of the dressing room with a purple blouse with dark purple spots on them. She has a white skirt that has purple flowers on them. She also has a dark purple bow on her head as well. Her fluffy tail peeks out from underneath the skirt, revealing itself to Nora.

Nora blinks in surprise at the tail and smiles giddily at Bella, giving her a supportive thumbs up with a bright blush on her face.

Bella and Nora manage to shoplift the clothes they want and sneak out of the mall as fast as they can. They look around for anymore mischief before ripping the tags off of the clothes they shoplifted.

Nora and Bella spot a bridge and walk over, watching the river gleam in the heavenly light. Nora glances to the side to find Bella smiling, compared to how she was earlier.

“You feeling better?” Nora asks Bella.

Bella glances at Nora, rubbing the back of her ear. “Yeah. Thank you.”

“No problem. We should do this more often once this trip to save your friend’s soul is over,” Nora responds. “If your moms don’t catch us.”

Bella huffs a laugh. “Yeah. I hope they don’t get mad.”

Nora shrugs. “If we’re lucky, we might get a slap on the wrist.”

“And be banned from Heaven forever.”

Nora smirks and leans on the golden rail. “Well, it’s not our fault that their security sucks.”

“You know, I haven’t had this much fun before,” Bella replies, watching her reflection in the water.

“Glad to be a service,” Nora says with a flirty wink, causing Bella to blush when she notices. Nora blushes as well. “I-I mean, it’s really no problem. Besides, it’s not like I have many friends I hang out anyway.”

“Why not? You would be a great friend.”

Nora snorts. “Most kids in Hell don’t think so. Hell, my big sister always say that I’m some sort of a ‘jigsaw puzzle piece’. Whatever the hell that means.”

Bella softens her gaze. “Have your parents hurt you?”

“Pssh, no. Never. They just...ya know, focus on other things. Like their stupid restaurant, my baby brother, my sister...any other person but me. Even themselves.”

Bella frowns. “I’m sorry.”

“Eh, it’s fine. I get away with a lot more shit,” Nora responds with a fake smile. She notices Bella’s sympathetic gaze.

“Is there a reason they ignore you? Is it out of punishment?”

Nora shakes her head. “What? No. They just don’t pay attention to me, that’s all. Do your real parents do that shit?”

Bella looks away sadly.

“Oh shit, uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up the scars--”

“It’s fine,” Bella responds. “At this point, I’m sure they don’t care about where I am.”

Nora looks to find the old bandage wound on Bella’s leg. “Did they do that to you?”

“Hm?” Bella glances down. “Oh no, their hellhounds did.”

“Shit, man. I think if you tell Charlie and Vaggie this, I’m sure they’ll beat down your real parents for you.”

“I think Alastor would.”

“I don’t doubt it for one second. That guy creeps me out.”

Both of the girls exchange giggles. They smile dumbly at each other until they notice and whip their gazes away from each other.

“Want to cause more shit?” Nora asks.

“That sounds fun,” Bella replies excitedly.

“C’mon!” Nora urges, taking Bella’s four small hands and leading her across the bridge to cause more trouble.

~.~

Emily manages to lead Vaggie and Charlie to the Heavenly Counsel building. She stops to hear them arguing.

“What’s going on in there?” Vaggie questions.

“I think they’re arguing about something,” Emily answers. “There might be a chance Sera is in there.” She opens the door to find the many angels arguing sensely with Sera at the top, sitting in silence.

Emily watches the angels go silent when they notice Charlie and Vaggie behind her.

Sera gasps in shock to find Charlie and Vaggie behind her. She hovers down towards them. “Emily, what are they doing here?”

“They need help, Sera,” Emily responds.

“We’re in the middle of a meeting,” Sera replies.

“Look who’s fucking back,” A familiar voice announces.

Vaggie and Charlie turn their attention to find a familiar exterminator angel standing before them, short gray hair and black halo over her head.

Vaggie narrows her brows at her. “You.”

Charlie’s eyes turn red with white pupils, her horns coming out from the side of her head.

Sera glances at the angel. “Lute--”

“Four months after Adam is dead and you have the balls to come right back here,” Lute growls at Vaggie and Charlie.

“Sit back down in your seat!” Sera responds firmly.

Lute hesitantly sits back down in her seat. But she keeps her glare at Charlie and Vaggie. “You come to propose your stupid hotel idea again, princess?”

Charlie growls at Lute.

Emily rubs her arm nervously. “That’s the thing. Her hotel does work. There’s one sinner from Hell who ascended here.”

The angels start to mutter amongst each other.

Sera clenches her teeth. “Emily, we’re supposed to keep that a secret.”

“They need to know the truth, Sera,” Emily responds back.

“Really? The fucking hotel works?” Lute questions.

“Watch your language!” Sera scolds Lute.

“This isn’t fair, Sera,” Lute responds. “You chose to exterminate these sinners and yet you treat one of them redeemed like he hasn’t done anything wrong. You’re forgetting that he just came from Hell. And you’re keeping that from us. What is with this corruption?”

“Corruption?” Sera questions, a brow raised. Then her eyes narrow at Lute. “Corruption!”

The music starts as Sera faces the counsel to sing.

“I’m foreign to being wrong.

But it’s about time that I admit it.

Sinners are still in Hell with only one redeemed.

Her hotel must have worked if he ascends.

Why don’t we all change our hearts and minds

And see things from a different point of view?

The angels lean in to listen to what Sera had to say while Lute sits back with her eyes rolled to the sky. Sera continues to sing with a determined voice.

“What makes a soul worthy of Heaven?

What makes a soul damned to Hell?

They say the path to Hell is wide

And the path to Heaven is narrow,

But who are we to decide who goes up or down?”

Charlie and Vaggie widens in shock at Sera’s song with Emily smiling wide to see Sera standing in between her friends and the Counsel of Heavenly Angels. Sera takes a deep breath and sings the chorus.

“We exterminate, persecute, and kill.

They slaughter, torture, and burn.

If we continue with the extermination,

Then what makes us different than them?

Doing what is required is nonsensical

When Heaven is changing amongst us.

Now we have a choice, do we change with it or not?”

Sera watches the angels judging and arguing while Charlie sings shyly.

“Listen, Sera, I don’t know how a soul gets redeemed.

Pentious made the ultimate sacrifice for love.

Uncle Ozzie talks about the kind of love you create

That will get Angel Dust out of his contract with Val.

Does that mean that love is the only way to get redeemed--?”

The music tenses up when Lute stands straight up from her seat with anger. She sings with harshness.

“What are we even talking about this time?!

Your little psycho maid killed Adam!

Your dick-sucking whore is still in Hell

And tied to this fucked-up contract he signed up for!”

“Lute--”

Lute continues to sing despite Sera calling her name, a glare thrown at Sera.

“No, I won’t shut up about this!

Don’t you understand that you’re giving these fuck-ups a chance

To ruin what Heaven was made for?

Her girlfriend is a weakling.

Her little hotel friends are off doing some shit.

Her father has fallen because of his lack of care

For what’s good and evil!

Sera starts to sing beautifully to talk to the counsel.

“What makes a soul worthy of Heaven?”

Lute sings along with Sera, facing the counsel.

“Only one sinner is redeemed for some reason.”

Sera croons calmly.

“What makes a soul damned to Hell?”

Lute growls during her verse.

“That whore has one chance in life but he fucked it up.”

Sera croons again.

“They say that the pathway to Hell is wide--”

“Are you forgetting that Hell is Forever?”

“And the pathway to Heaven is narrow--”

“This discussion is senseless and pointless.”

“But who are we to decide who goes up or down?”

Lute slams her fists on the table, belting out angrily.

“Why are you not heeding the orders of the Counsel?!”

Sera hops onto the globe, standing in the center of the Counsel with a newfound determination.

“If Hell is forever, then Heaven is unattainable!

If we remain in the sky while we cast judgement on others,

Does that mean we can’t be judged for our actions?

Doing what is required is just a poor excuse to take away lives

That might have a chance to change their ways.

Heaven is changing, maybe it’s time we change with it.”

Lute stands on the table, standing taller than Sera with a glare.

“Heaven is always going to be the same!

Hell is always going to be the same!

One sinner redeemed is not enough!

What are we going to do about Hell’s overpopulation

If we have to wait for sinners to be redeemed one at a time?!

Doing what is required is a necessity we need for a long time!

Why are you changing your views for this demon princess?!”

Sera flies to Lute, glaring into her eyes and casting fear into Lute’s eyes.

“Don’t you talk back to me.

I give the final say in this.

No more exterminations!”

Emily, Vaggie, and Charlie gasps in shock while the angels talk amongst themselves in confusion of this final decision.

“What?!” Lute barks in more anger.

Sera sings firmly.

“No more yearly killings.

Let’s work to rehab the sinners!

Let’s work to redeem those who wants to be here!”

The angels talk more loudly to each other in shock of this new decision.

Charlie and Vaggie brightly smile at the final decision.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Lute barks.

Sera snarls at Lute for cursing.

“Watch your language now.

We must set a better example now.

Since Heaven is changing--”

Lute sings angrily.

“Heaven is only changing because you’re letting demons like her in!”

Sera croons.

“I think it’s time for you to go and cool your head--”

Lute blurts out in the next verse.

“I bet you’re aware that Lilith is still here!”

The music screeches to the end, letting Charlie widening her eyes shock. Her red eyes and horns disappear.

“Wait, Lilith--?” Charlie questions.

Lute crosses her arm. “You didn’t know? Shocker. Your mother has been hiding up here for the last seven years like the coward she is.”

Charlie shakes her head in denial, having flashbacks of her faceless mother carrying her away from her father. “That can’t be true. I mean, I know she’s in hiding, but--”

“But your mother is a fucking coward,” Lute growls at Charlie. “She doesn’t want to be slaughtered among her people, so she came up here.”

Charlie glances at Sera. “Is this true?”

Sera frowns and nods. “She made a deal with Adam to stay up here. We don’t know if it’s out of cowardice or what.”

Emily gasps. “You could’ve bring her to her mother--”

“Yeah,” Charlie insists. “Let me see her, please--”

“Psh, you think she wants to see an abomination like you?” Lute scoffs. “How cute. She’s cast down to Hell because of your father. You think she wants to speak to someone who reminds her of her punishment?”

Vaggie glares at Lute when she notices her girlfriend getting teary-eyed. “Come on, babe. Let’s find the kids and get out of here.”

She helps nearly sobbing Charlie away from the Counsel and opens the door to find the angel cop holding up Nora and Bella by the shirt collars.

“I found these two troublemakers tagging the buildings, shoplifting, littering, loitering--” the cop stops his sentence when he notices a teary-eyed Charlie and a pissed-off Vaggie.

Nora and Bella clench their teeth.

“Shit,” Nora mutters to herself.

Bella looks away in embarrassment.

Charlie picks Bella out of the angel’s hand, which surprises her.

“Momma?” Bella mutters quietly.

Charlie sobs and carries her kid away from the building. Vaggie glares at Nora, taking her by the arm and catching up with her girlfriend.

“Babe,” Vaggie calls, catching up to her girlfriend with Nora in her hold. “Babe, are you okay?”

Charlie cradles Bella like her own child, which shocks Bella.

“Am I in trouble?” Bella asks.

“Oh yeah, you are in trouble,” Vaggie responds. “But we’ll talk about it once we get out.”

Charlie still holds onto Bella. “She calls me Momma.”

Vaggie sighs and pats her girlfriend’s shoulder. “C’mon, babe, we have to make them think that they’re in trouble.”

Charlie’s lips wobble.

Vaggie sighs and leans onto Charlie’s shoulder. “It’s okay, babe.”

“Why is she crying?” Nora asks in a brash tone.

“None of your damn business. You’re in trouble too, you know,” Vaggie growls.

“Figures,” Nora mutters under her breath.

Bella looks around for someone. “Wait, where’s Cherri?”

They hear laughter as they look to the side to find Cherri walking towards them with Pentious.

“I have a great time. Thanks for showing me all the weapons,” Cherri replies with a blush on her face.

“Of course! Assss a gift, I give you thessse,” Pentious says while giving her a couple of boxes of holy bullets. “Thisss is what you came for, isssn’t it?”

“Fuck yeah, thank you!” Cherri replies happily.

“And your favorite,” Pentious says before giving Cherri a box of holy grenades. “Usse them wissely.”

“Of course.” Before Cherri leaves, she carefully puts down the boxes of holy grenades and holy bullets and jumps up to kiss Pentious on the lips again. Pentious holds her and kisses her back, their kiss turns passionate before he lets her go. “I would love to have another date with you.”

“I’ll have to get Sssera to approve the vissitation for you to come up here,” Pentious replies with a lovesick smile.

“Good, because I want to see you again,” Cherri replies before picking up the boxes of holy grenades and holy bullets. “See you later.”

Pentious waves Cherri goodbye with a sad smile. “Bye.”

Cherri walks to the girls without noticing Charlie’s teary eyes. “Sup?”

The rest of the girls wave Pentious goodbye and walk back out of Heaven’s gate.

Pentious wave back at them, unaware of Sera and Emily behind to watch them take off.

~.~

Valentino comes back to Porn Studios from his trip to find that Angel is nowhere in sight. He starts to text Angel’s phone and leaving voicemails until he hears vibration from Angel’s dressing room. He storms into Angel’s dressing room, finding it empty with a hole in the ceiling. He calls Angel’s phone again until he hears a vibration from his dresser. He opens the dresser drawer and finds Angel’s phone in there, ringing. With a growl, he throws the phone across the phone, shattering it.

“Where the fuck is he?!” Valentino screams.

This alerts Velvette and Vox into the dressing room.

“Geezus, what the fuck is wrong with you now?” Vox questions.

Valentino turns to glare at his friends. “Angel left his fucking phone here and went out with this...Husk guy!!!”

Vox blinks in shock. “Shit, really?”

Velvette groans. “Val, we can worry about Angel Dust later--”

“No we can’t! I have to find Angel and when I find him, I’m going to fucking kill his little boyfriend!” Valentino screams in anger.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Orais’ voice chirp from behind the three V’s. Orais walks into the dressing room, using his telepathic powers to fix the phone up. “We check to see if Angel is there, he’s not here. He might be with this Husk guy or he might be somewhere else. Angel is not our concern. Not yet at least.”

Orais puts the phone down on the dresser desk. “Remember what our plan was?”

“Take down the king and his heir to the throne first,” Velvette recalls. “And then capture the seven rulers of the seven rings.

“And how do we do that?” Orais asks the others.

“Uh, uhh--” Vox tries to remember.

“We pick out their weaknesses.”

The black crows show up in the dressing room, forming it to be Morrigan.

“Did you find anything, darling?” Orais asks, kissing her hand.

“Lucifer’s in Imp City while his daughter is in Heaven,” Morrigan responds.

“What a coward,” Velvette responds.

“Angel Dust is with Lucifer, Alastor, Nifty, and the I.M.P crew. I believe Angel asked the crew to kill you, Val,” Morrigan replies.

“WHAT?! I’m going to--!”

“Don’t,” Morrigan stops Valentino by controlling his blood streams. “You’re going to make yourself an open target by going after Angel Dust. No, we got a better plan.” She releases her hold on him, causing him to gasp.

They walk out of the dressing room as they talk amongst themselves.

“Sooo, we’re not even going after Alastor and Angel Dust?” Vox asks impatiently.

“Patience,” Orais responds. “Alastor will get his comeuppance. We just need to find a puppeteer controlling his strings.”

Unbeknownst to them, Rosie, with black eyes and pale face, stands outside of the studio set and overhearing the conversation.

“And Angel Dust will belong to you, Val,” Orais replies to Val. “You three need to be patient.”

“Hey, I found some bounty hunter to hunt ole Luci down! Check it out,” Velvette says as she shows on her phone of the websites of bounty hunters and there is a picture of a cowboy imp with the name ‘Striker’ underneath his picture.

“Hire competent people to get Lucifer and his group. The queen however is hiding out, so we won’t be able to find her,” Morrigan instructs the V’s. “We need Lucifer and the other seven rulers of the seven rings alive.”

“That will be easy to do,” Velvette replies.

Rosie listens in the conversation, a frown present on her face. She gives some thought and looks away from them in determination, walking away from the doors leading into the studio set.

To Be Continued...

#charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel: the contract of blood #vaggie hazbin hotel #the vees #cherri hazbin hotel #sera hazbin hotel #emily hazbin hotel #sir pentious #cherrisnake #friends ocs #hazbin hotel lute

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ameonds-dragonn · 1 year

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Heyy! I decided to make a pt2 of my Tom story I posted this week. Just a for warning, I haven’t seen world on fire actually. Only clips on YouTube and tik tok, so sorry in advance. We take all the Ewan crumbs we can get :((

Warnings: hospital for a quick scene, Tom(yes he’s a warning), cussing, smut, angst, again WW2 events from the show. Marriage proposal(😉.. yes I’m marrying our smartass sailor off soon!)

Tom had been gone for 4 months, he wrote for the first couple months when he could. Wish he was on land, maybe he would be able to get his letters mailed.

Lois and Bonnie went off to sing for the soldiers, last I heard they were in Sweden. Xavier got shipped to France, father was commanding in Norway. Tom was somewhere in the sea, probably in trouble for his smart mouth. He always wanted to his voice to be heard, wether it was stupid or something he thought of. I used to roll my eyes so far into my head when he would say something to Lois about Harry. Lois was his favorite person to piss off, he acted like a little boy every time.

I had been working days and days, it helped me to not think of all the people I love are gone. On my days off, I would go see Douglas and talk with him over tea . Some days we would just sit in the kitchen in silence. He cried once talking about the kids and their mother. Tom never mentioned his mother much, I never asked. Lois had a picture of her one day, when I was over. She was beautiful, Tom got her blonde hair, but Lois was a carbon copy of her.

I was over at Tom’s for the weekly meeting with his dad. “Have you heard from Tom?” Douglas asked.

“No, too far from actual land to come up. For the first week, I thought he was ignoring me” I smiled.

“He would write if he could, love” Doug smiled

“I know. Did he tell you how he got in a fight with another sailor?”

Douglas rolled his eyes and shook his head, “No, but that doesn't shock me. Why?”

“Something about calling someone of the same rank sir. Tom ran his mouth talking about how he would call him something that a mother wouldn’t say. That wasn't enough he told him his probably would say it” I rolled my eyes

“He reminds me of myself, but I was never picking fights for the hell of it” Doug replied.

“I always thought Lois took after you”

“The war calmed me down”, he grinned

Eventually, Doug got tired and needed his nap. I headed home to see how mother was.

“I’m home” I closed and locked the door

“Get in here”, Emily pulled me to the living room

“Em, what is it?” I whined as she gripped my arm

Mom had the tv on and was crying

Subs around where Tom was supposed to be at got hit last night. His sub made it to shore, but they were shot at. My chest tightened, my breathing got out of control. “Have they announced the deaths?”

“Yes, Tom isn’t on it. Maybe he got rescued by some Allies” Mother replied.

“Right right” I started crying

I would listen to the death calls every night for his name. Each time he wasn’t on it.

A few months later,

Xavier came home and father soon followed, we were a family again. Emily’s mental health was better again, she was doing good in school. I was losing my mind, worrying about my blue eyed boy. Doug had received a letter that said Tom was shot that day. And Frenchmen took him to a hospital, he had been released not long after. But he wasn’t here in front of me, he could be dead in a ditch or decided to marry a French whore.

I was sitting at the nurse’s station, going over my charts for my patients.

“Excuse me?”

“Fill this out and someone will be with you for triage” I said too focused to look up

“Triage to see my girl?” They scoffed

Hold up! I know that scoff, Tom!

I rounded the counter to hug him, “You came back”

“Ooff! Of course I did, I promised you didn’t I?” He hugged me back.

“Didn’t mean you listened to me” I smirked

Tom pulled me out of his chest, but held me to look at me. “I think you’ve got even more gorgeous since the last time I saw ya”

“Don’t know how, I’ve been losing my mind for months now”, I sighed.

“I’m back now, so stop worrying”, he ran a finger down my cheek.

I couldn’t believe it was real, I had to be dreaming in my bed. I buried my face into his chest again to get his scent. He laid his chin on my head and rocked us.

“Y/n, Dr. Willis. Oh he made it back” Alice said.

I sighed, getting out of his arms, “What does he need now?”

“Don’t worry about it, I got it” Alice smiled.

“Alice” I watched her as she took a chart and

walked down the hall.

Tom snickered

“Shut up”

“Took her ten minutes to get pissed at me” Tom said.

I sighed, “I got another hour before my shift is over. I can’t exactly have you being my shadow, so go hang out in the waiting room”

Tom kissed my cheek before walking to the waiting room.

“Y/n” Dr Wills called out

“Yes sir?” I smiled

“Is that tall blonde your boyfriend?”

“Yes”

“Go clock out early, be our secret” He smiled

“No it’s fine, sir really” i replied.

“Y/n, when I came home from the first war all I wanted was my wife. I know how much you’ve worried about him. Now go clock out” He held my shoulders

“Thank you, Dr.Willis!” I smiled

“Go before I change my mind and drag you to the OR” He winked.

I nodded and went to clock out

Tom was smoking, flipping through a magazine

“Did I get you fired? Baby I’m so sorry” he stood up

“No, I think Alice told the dr you were back. He knows how much I worried about you. That and he told me he would drag me for a surgery if I didn’t leave” I grinned

“Well then, let’s go” He grabbed my hand

We were walking towards his house

“You and dad talked while I was gone?” Tom asked shocked

“Yes, other times we sat in silence with each other’s company. By the way you had the cutest little ass when you were a baby” I teased.

Tom blushed

“It took me two years to get you to blush. Awh Tommy don’t be embarrassed” I elbowed his ribs playfully.

“Mhm easy, that’s the I got hit at” He winced

“Fuck, I’m sorry”

“It’s okay, love” he rubbed my hand with his thumb.

We walked more

“Did Dad really show you my baby pictures? Or just my ass?” Tom light a cigarette

“Oh yeah. I saw you and Lois in the tub, when it was your 6th birthday party and you lost your front tooth. When you were 9 and thought flexing your muscles in your underwear was a good idea”, I snickered.

“My muscles were good when I was nine thank you! I’m asking Emily for baby pictures sometime”, He pinched my hip

I stopped for a second “What? No, you’re not!”

He turned around and smirked, “Ya coming love?”

I walked forward, “You’re lucky I missed you”

He opened the door for me, it was empty, but the light in the kitchen was on.

“Wanna take advantage of the flat being empty?”He laid his chin on my shoulder, holding my waist.

“Don’t know how much time we have, Thomas”, I smirked.

He seen a note on the counter and read it

We decided to go to a late showing of Gone with the Wind. Dinner is in the ice box

“That’s a two hour movie”

“Really? That’s good”, He took my jacket off

He captured my lips with his and clipped my nurse’s hat off. “Mhm, I’m not screwing you in the kitchen” I pulled away. We walked upstairs, occasionally stopping to make out on a hall. Tom ran his hands down my ass, I whined. “Jump” he mumbled in between a kiss. I jumped in his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. My top of my nursing dress was half way off, exposing my bra to him.

He slammed the door shut with his foot, walking to the bed. Dropping me gently on his bed, I looked around. I haven’t been up here in months, the thought of walking up here to their room was a knife in my chest. “You okay”

“Yeah I’m fine, Tommy”, I smiled

Tom was peppering kisses on my neck, I was unbuttoning his dress shirt. Got his shirt off, I started to undo his pants. Something chirped, it was nighttime. Ain’t no way birds are chirping this late,, I looked over slightly. There was a yellow canary in a cage on a table.

Tom was leaving love bites on my chest, i tugged his hair a couple times, signaling him to rise up. “It’s just us here love”

“Then why is there a canary looking at my tits?” I cocked my eyebrow.

“Oh her”

“Oh” I mocked him

“She’s my buddy, we survived the war so I brought her back” He smiled.

I just blinked at him

“I’ll put a sheet over her, if it makes you feel better”, Tom nosed my right boob.

“She’s being quiet, just continue” I sighed.

Tom was getting close, i could see his hips slowing down. He put my legs over his shoulder, angling him deeper. “Oh god” I whined at the sudden change.

We were so into each other, we didn’t hear the front door open and close. Or Lois walking up the stairs. I was getting ready to cum, when Lois gasped. “Fucking animals! Gross” Lois slammed the door, screaming. Tom snorted and continued moving his hips. “Shut up!” I smacked his chest. “I don’t know why she didn’t think we weren’t gonna touch each other. Christ sakes!” Tom rolled his eyes.

We got cleaned up and dressed again, my hair was a mess. The curls I wore for work were destroyed. “You look fine”

“Not like I got fucked and his sister walked in. She probably told your father” I rolled my eyes, putting my heels back on.

“He probably heard us, you were better about being quiet this time” He zipped his pants

I blushed, “Shut up and walk me home, Bennett”

We walked downstairs. Douglas and Lois were on the couch. Doug had his paper and Lois was acting like she was reading.

“Did you have a good day, Y/n?” Doug asked as we took the last step

“Uh you know normal day, Mr. Bennett”

I chewed my lip, Tom was taking forever putting his jacket on.

“Mr. Bennett? I thought we were past formalities, dear?” He asked, laughing.

“Right. Good night Doug. Goodnight Lois” I replied back, pulling at my cuticles.

“I’ll be back, I’m walking Y/n home” Tom finally spoke up

“Hurry back. Goodnight Y/n” Douglas walked into the kitchen. I rubbed my hand over my face as he got up. Lois snorted

“Learn to knock, Lois” I spat back as we walked out

Tom’s shoulders were shaking from him containing his laughter. I cut my eyes up at him. “It’s not like Lois didn’t see what she already has”

“The war didn’t kill you but I’m thinking about it” I laughed at my dryly

“Oh I was jokin, baby” he sighed

“Come on and walk me home” I rolled my eyes

“Thanks for walking me home” I squeezed his hand as we made it to my house.

“No problem, love. Just being a good boyfriend” Tom kissed my hair

I hummed

“Okay good night, Tommy. I’m glad you’re back, I love you” I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him. “Love you too, baby” Tom moved to kiss me back.

“Y/n, it’s midnight! Get in bed”, Emily yelled out her window

“Keep your voice down, stupid!” I yelled back

“Better get in there, warden is waiting” Tom said

“Wish I was the only girl. See ya later”, I gave a side hug before walking inside

Tom’s pov

I watched Y/n get inside and I was gonna leave but Emily hollered at me

“She’s back now. What is it?” I asked

She smirked, “When are you gonna propose to my sister?”

“Soon as I get a ring and I get your father’s blessing” I scoffed. She was 15, why did she care if I was married to Y/n.

“Haha! You need my approval too. It’s hard to get” Emily cocked her eyebrow, like her older sister does constantly at me.

“You ask the father not the sister” I blew out my smoke

“Fuck tradition. You better catch daddy on a good day” She smirked.

“Goodnight, Emily” I waved as I walked down the street.

“What does blessing have to do with me marrying Y/n? Stupid kid” I sighed

Y/n always said her father was a protective dad and had his moody days. He won’t let Y/n marry me, I’m a jailbird. Y/n could have any bloke and she goes with me, why?

Lois was already in bed, the curtain was pulled between our beds.

“She home?” Lois asked

“Yeah. Her little sister said something stupid to me” I sat on the bed, taking my boots off

“What then?” Lois rolled to my side

“When I ask Y/n to marry me, I don’t just need her father and brother’s approval. I need hers too or I’m not marrying Y/n. What a crock of shit, she’s 15” I scoffed.

Lois giggled, “She just loves her sister, Tommy”

I sighed and got into bed

“Night Tom”

“Night Lois. Missed your annoying ass snores”

I was gonna marry Y/n, no matter what. Emily will have to deal with it, the father is the only blessing I need.

#ewan mitchell #tom bennett x reader #world on fire

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lunalover62578 · 13 days

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Separated but Together

By Avery and mostly Kris (AKA @scaramarii)

Prologue

I wasn’t really there when my parents divorced. I just remember my mom yelling at my dad. I’m Amelia by the way. I’m twelve years old, and a witch in training. I know it sounds crazy, but let me tell you the whole story.

Chapter 1

We were friends for a while. Now we’re stuck together in a magical forest , but it’s not like we want to be. For you to figure out what happened to us, we have to go back a while.

It was mid-August, and school had only started a couple of weeks ago. I was very popular. Not for long though. I was getting ready for my first period class.

“Hey, Amelia! How are you doing,” she yelled across the hall. I hate when she does that. Emily was still my friend, but there were things about her that just ticked me off sometimes. The way she yells for me, she listens to me sometimes, and she breathes a little loud.

“I’m good, but why do you have to yell?” I found it annoying how loud she was.

“Why not?” she asked.

“Whatever.” And then, all of a sudden, the bell rang.

“See you after homeroom, Amelia,” she said.

“See you,” I said back.

My homeroom teacher is Mrs. White, while Emily’s is Mr. John. I like Mrs. White. I mean, she’s nice and sweet. What’s not to like? She even baked us cookies once, which was super sweet. But Emily told me that Mr. John is mean and strict. She says that sometimes he will put people in detention for a whole month if they don’t follow the rules. It was brutal. I went to the classroom and the first thing I saw was a substitute teacher. It was Mrs. Johnson, one of the MEANEST substitutes I’ve ever had (I had her as a substitute in third period once). She made us stay quiet the whole time she was there, and if we dared to make a move or sound, she would slap a ruler down on her desk. It’s SO annoying,

We did attendance, and morning announcements, and then just sat there blankly, doing nothing. Then I got bored, so I passed a note to my other friend, Hazel. I wrote, “Psst, do you want to play hangman?”

She passed me a note back saying, “No, and we should not be passing notes.” And I got a little annoyed at her for that.

But suddenly, somebody came into the room. She looked really cool. She had white silverish hair, but it looked metallic. Her clothes were black, but the sleeves were see-through with metallic dots on the sleeves. She was wearing a black skirt, and black tights.

“Hello Mrs. Johnson. I am Mrs. Grace, and I am going to be your sub instead.” The whole class cheered. We were finally getting rid of our mean sub.

“EXCUSE ME?” Mrs. Johnson looked livid. Hazel and I held back laughter.

“What? Do you think this is a joke? Frankly, you look like one.” Mrs. Grace had a smug smile on her face, though her storm gray eyes bore into Mrs. Johnson. “I imagine that your father thought that your mother cheated on him with an alien.”

Mrs. Johnson's face pinched in an odd way.

“Really? You dare disrespect me?! You look like a teenager with that outfit! If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were sixteen!”

Mrs. Grace’s eyes darkened, so they looked less storm gray and more sea-during-a-hurricane blue. Weird. She suddenly whipped out a piece of paper that she shoved on the desk. As Mrs. Johnson read it, her face took on a look of shock and rage.

“Fine.” She stood up and stormed out of the classroom, slamming the door behind her. Mrs. Grace looked amused.

“Well then.” She spread her arms. “Are you not going to introduce yourselves? I saw that your other substitute had the attendance papers, and I sort of need those.” Her pupils glinted white and her iris’ flashed purple. I looked at Hazel and saw a look of confusion on her face.

“Did you see that?” I asked her.

“See what?” “Her eyes. They were-” suddenly, I was interrupted.

“Girls in the back, would you introduce yourselves first?” Mrs. Grace said after writing her name on the board.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Her eyes are normal. I’m sure of it.” She didn’t sound so sure.

“Whatever,” I whispered back.

After I introduced myself to her, Mrs. Grace looked surprised. When class ended, she said “Amelia? I’d like to see you for a moment.” I wondered what I’d done wrong. Was it what I had said about her eyes? Or did I miserably fail an assignment? I did that a lot.

“Yes ma’am?” I kept my head down.

“Look at me when you talk to me.” I looked up, and Mrs. Grace didn’t look mad or concerned. She looked amazed. “I take it you saw my eyes change? Don’t mention that to anyone else. Non-magic folk aren’t supposed to see that.”

I stared at her. “What?”

“I’m a witch. Not a teacher. That paper was just a trick. I’ll show you who I really am tonight. And I’ll show you who you are. Bring your friend Emily.”

I started to protest, but I remembered the times when I caused something weird to happen. And frankly it was a lot “Alright.”

Chapter 2

As I waited for midnight, I stared at the text I’d sent Emily. She hadn’t seemed to believe me until I sent her a picture of the note Mrs. Grace had sent me. The clock hit 12:00. I opened my window (my room was on the first floor) and jumped out.

Emily was waiting outside, her red hair pulled up in a ponytail. She looked annoyed. She was wearing a black hoodie and black leggings, and had a backpack slung over her shoulder.

“What took you so long?”

I sighed. “My mom. I had to pretend to be asleep until she went to bed.” Emily rolled her eyes. “You’re not a kid anymore.” “Technically I am. We’re wasting time, let’s go.”

“Fine.” As we ran to the forest outside the town, I saw a purple light.

“That way,” I said, pointing towards the light.

“What? There’s nothing special about that way,” Emily complained as I dragged her along.

“Sometimes there is something special about things, normal people just never see it.”

Emily sighed.

As we approached the light, I saw Mrs. Grace’s silhouette approaching. Her eyes glittered like a snakes. She smiled thinly and creepily.

“Hello.” She looked pale in the moonlight

“Hi…” I said. Emily just stood there, mouth open wide, mesmerized by Mrs. Grace’s outfit and beauty

“Amazed huh?” Mrs. Grace said, her smile looking creepier. She seemed to notice how she looked eerie with that smile, and stopped. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Emily said, still looking shocked.

“You know me as Mrs. Grace, but really, my name is Yoru.” Her gray eyes had a serious look to them.

“No way.” I stared at her in shock as Mrs. Grace- no, Yoru- tilted her head at Emily and I.

Yoru looked amused as Emily’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. “Woah.”

Yoru smiled and laughed. “You shouldn't be so surprised,” she said in a mysterious tone.

“It’s not her fault,” I said defensively. “She’s just surprised.”

Yoru tilted her head. “Alright then.” She waved her arms, and the clearing was filled with light in every color you could imagine. Then Yoru said, “So you wanted to learn how to use your powers. Right Amelia?”

I stared at her, wondering what she meant. “What?”

“You have powers,” Yoru said.

I sat there feeling like I looked as amazed as Emily did. “No I don’t,” I said, trying to find any bit of information in Yoru’s expression. But her face held no answers.

“I’d better show you my powers,” she said, ignoring what I just said. She touched a crystal necklace I hadn’t seen before. Now right before my eyes, I saw it glowing, sparkling, and sparking magic. Then after moments of nothing the glittering stopped suddenly.

“Come on! I got you tuned up yesterday!” Yoru glared at her necklace. She touched it again, and it lit up again. “There we go.” She waved her arms, and suddenly, colorful crystals sprouted from the ground. The wind picked up, blowing sparks across the clearing. The moon seemed brighter.

“Oh my gosh,” I said. Emily looked just as shocked as I felt.

“She- you- how-?” Emily didn’t seem to be able to say anything.

Yoru grinned, but it didn’t look creepy, like it had when Emily and I met up with her. “Magic.” She knelt down to pick up a small orange crystal that was shaped like a more angular water droplet. “Oh, that’s perfect.” She pulled out a string, turned the crystal into the necklace, and tossed it to me.

“What’s this for?” I tugged at the string, finding that it was slightly elastic.

“You’ll need it to control your magic.” Yoru snapped her fingers, and the gems disappeared, except for the necklace I was holding. “Well? Put it on. It’ll be easier to find out what magic you’re good at with it.”

I slipped the necklace around my neck. I felt an odd sensation in my fingers, like my hand had fallen asleep. I suddenly noticed a bunch of little glowing orbs, circling Yoru like a kettle of vultures. “What are those little things around you?”

Yoru gently picked one of the orbs up. “Oh, these? They’re like little light birds. The average human can’t see them. Your friend can’t see them either, but she’s a different story.”

“What does that mean?” Emily squinted at the witch, as if trying to see the light birds.

Yoru laughed. “You’re not a normal human, but you aren’t a witch either. If you want, I can bring you to the magic village so someone can explain it to you.”

Emily’s hands immediately went to her ears. They were incredibly pointy, which I guess I should’ve mentioned earlier, but I’d been busy dragging her out of a pit of- never mind. If I keep talking about that, I’ll just go on a side-tangent and forget what I’m talking about. “Does it have something to do with my ears?”

“Maybe.” Yoru pulled a phone out of thin air with a purple flash. She looked at the screen for a moment after unlocking it. “Huh. I must have taken longer to explain things than I thought.” She looked back up at Emily and I. “You two should go home now. Come back here tomorrow. I’ll try to explain more then. I’m sorry we couldn’t have more time to talk.”

Before I could even protest, Yoru drew a circle in the air, and in a swirl of crystal shards and purple light, she was gone. The gems and light also disappeared, putting Emily and I in an average dark clearing at midnight.

I looked at Emily. “She did not take that long to explain things.”

Emily shrugged. “Maybe she’s hiding something.” She pulled her hood over her head. “Anyway, I don’t wanna stay here for too long. This place is creepy. See you tomorrow?”

I nodded. “Bye Emily.” I watched as she pulled a flashlight out of her backpack, turned it on, and dashed out of the clearing. But I didn’t follow her. I wanted to stay, and try to do something magical, despite having no training whatsoever.

I tapped the jewel on my necklace. It glowed a vibrant red with yellow swirls. Sparks danced around the clearing. “Show us what you can do,” they seemed to be saying.

Feeling like I’d just drank my moms tea (she likes to put a lot of matcha powder in it for some reason), I waved my arms, copying what Yoru had done to create the gems. My fingers tingled, as if they’d fallen asleep.

All of a sudden, I was holding a ball of fire. It didn’t burn me. It just stayed in my hand, dancing around my fingers. I’d love to say I wasn’t afraid, but that would be a lie. I was panicking. I thought that it was going to burn down the clearing, burn me in the process.

Then the flames went out. I stumbled, realizing that I felt exhausted. The sparks were gone. Holy crap. I did not just do that. I shook my head. Maybe I’m dreaming. There’s no way this actually happened. I took a deep breath. Maybe..?

I closed my eyes and imagined my bedroom. After a few moments, the air shifted. I opened my eyes, and lo and behold, I was home.

I took the necklace off and set it on my nightstand. I closed my window, and went to sleep.

Chapter Three

When I woke up, I immediately checked my nightstand. Sure enough, the necklace was still there.

There was a knock at my door. I grabbed the necklace and shoved it under the bed. “Come in!” I kicked the pendant further away from where anyone could see it.

“Good morning Amelia!” A word about my mom. She’s probably the nicest person I know, aside from Hazel and Yoru.

“Morning,” I replied, still thinking about what happened. My eyes darted around the room, and then I saw it. One of the little light birds was sitting on my windowsill. I tried to make it look like I didn’t see it, but clearly, I failed.

“Are you alright?” Mom looked at the windowsill, but she obviously didn’t see the light bird.

“Yeah, I’m just tired.”

My mother raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yep.”

“Alright.” Mom smiled gently. “Your friend Emily is waiting for you. She said something about wanting to talk to you on the way to school.” She left the room and closed my door.

I ran over to my window, and picked up the light bird. As I looked at it, I realized that it really did look like a bird. It looked up at me, and chirped. “Why are you here?” I whispered. “Where did you come from?”

The bird chirped again. This time it sounded like a question.

“Are you asking a question?”

Another chirp. It sounded like the bird was asking me what its name was.

“You want to know your name?”

“Chirp!” I took that as a yes.

“Ummm…” I thought for a moment. “Wisp?”

The bird shook its head.

“Ember?”

“Chirp!” Another yes.

“You want to be called Ember?” I let Ember fly onto my shoulder.

“Chirp.” Ember seemed to have an attitude.

After I waved Ember out of my room (he came back) and got dressed, I went into the living room, where Emily was sitting on the couch.

“Hey Amelia!” Her ears were covered, which I wasn’t used to seeing.

“Hi Emily.” I dashed into the kitchen, dropped a piece of bread into the toaster, ran back into the living room, and sat down next to her. “Why are your ears covered?”

Emily’s voice lowered. “I saw Yoru this morning. She told me that people who wanted to catch people like me were around, and that I needed to cover my ears to stay safe from them.”

My eyes widened. “You’re kidding.” But I knew she wasn’t. Emily liked to joke around, but she would never joke about something like that.

Emily shook her head. “Oh, and she wanted me to tell you-.” Before she could finish her sentence, the toaster dinged. I got up, grabbed my toast, and went back to talk to Emily.

“You were saying?”

“She wanted me to tell you that she can help you figure out how to use your magic.” I almost choked.

“About that, I kinda figured out how to use it.” I explained what happened after she left.

“Woah.” Emily tapped her fingers against her thigh. “So you’re telling me that you just managed to hold a fire without burning anything?”

“Yep.” I swallowed the rest of my toast. “Something tells me that I can do more.”

“Well duh. You-.” I covered Emily’s mouth because she was being too loud.

“Quiet! My mom’s in the house!” I stopped covering Emily’s mouth.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

“Girls! You need to go to school.” My mom poked her head around the corner, her dark brown hair falling around her face.

“Alright! Bye Mom!” I slung my backpack on my shoulder, and dragged Emily out of the house.

“Your mom’s nice.” Emily moved her hair so it would cover her ears again.

“She’s strict when it comes to sleep though.” I touched the ribbon in my hair.

Emily’s eyes widened. “Amelia?”

“Yeah?”

“Your necklace just appeared.”

I looked down, and sure enough, my necklace was around my neck. The angular teardrop shaped jewel glittered cheerfully. “What the heck?” I didn’t take it off though. Instead, I slipped it under my shirt, in case the people hunting Emily went after me too.

Emily shrugged. “Let's just go.” She grabbed my wrist, and strode on.

As we approached the entrance to the school, Ember suddenly appeared on my shoulder. I scratched his chest feathers, and pulled a granola bar out of my backpack. Right after I unwrapped it, Ember's mandible unhinged, and he devoured the granola bar in one bite.

“Holy- what was that?!” Emily’s face was as white as a sheet.

“I forgot you couldn’t see him. Emily, say hi to Ember.”

“Squawk!” Ember pecked at the ribbon in my hair.

“It’s one of those light birds, isn’t it?”

Ember twittered indignantly.

“Can you even hear him?”

Emily shrugged. “Nope.”

“Good. People would probably think they were going crazy if they heard an invisible bird chirping.”

I pushed the doors open, and rushed to the lockers, Emily in pursuit.

“Hey Amelia, hey Emily!” Hazel was leaning against her locker, her hair done in a messy braid.

“What’s up Hazel?” Emily fiddled with her lock.

Ember chirped.

“Is there a bird in here?” Hazel tilted her head.

Dang it. Ember, be quiet.

“What do you mean?” I glanced at Ember. He looked proud of himself.

“I just heard a bird.” Hazel spread her hands. “Either I’m going crazy or there’s actually a bird.”

“Ummm…” Emily glanced at me. “I think you’re going crazy.”

Hazel raised an eyebrow. She touched her hair clip, which was a periwinkle rhombus with rounded edges. It changed to a pastel green. She looked straight at Ember.

“Knew it.” Hazel grinned. “I should’ve seen that coming.” She laughed.

“Wait, you have magic too?” I watched as Ember flitted over to Hazel, obviously curious as to why she could see him.

“Yep. I thought I was the only one in the school.” She let Ember hop onto her finger. “So, when did you figure it out?”

“Last night.”

Hazel looked impressed. “Dang. And you already have a light bird? I've been doing magic for two years, and I still don’t have one.”

“So should I just let you two miss homeroom because you’re geeking out over magic?” Emily snickered.

“Frick.” Hazel handed Ember back to me. “We’ll talk during homeroom, kay?”

“Okay.” Ember flew onto my shoulder. “Bye Emily!”

“See you later!”

Mrs. White was back today. She smiled as Hazel and I slid into class, just moments after the bell rang.

“Sorry we’re late!” Hazel pulled a pencil out of her purse, and adjusted a crooked piece of paper in her binder.

“It’s alright. Please take your seats.”

“Yes ma’am.” Hazel and I went to our seats, and Ember immediately hopped onto my desk.

“He’s so cute,” Hazel whispered. Ember chirped, clearly happy with the compliment.

“Yep.”

“I hope Mrs. Grace wasn’t too rough on you yesterday.” Mrs. White was already writing the names of people missing an assignment we’d done with her. “When I met her, she was a little… how do I say it? Scary?”

Scary. That wasn’t necessarily the right word to describe Yoru. Then again, it kind of was.

“She was great,” a kid in the front row said. “But there was someone who tried to be the substitute instead of her.”

Mrs. White raised an eyebrow. “Huh.”

Hazel and I glanced at each other.

I ripped a piece of paper out of my binder. “Do you think Yoru messed with Mrs. Whites memory?” I slid it over to Hazel.

“Yep,” she wrote.

“Dang. I wonder what else she can do.” I thought about that.

Mrs. White turned on the projector for morning announcements. “I need you all to be quiet. Morning announcements start soon.”

After homeroom, Hazel and I rushed over to the lockers to talk with Emily.

“I’m ditching,” Emily said. She grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. “You two wanna come along?”

Ember hopped onto Emily’s shoulder and tweeted.

“I think Ember wants to come along.” I held out my finger, and he pecked at it. “Ow. Ember, my finger is not food.”

Hazel snickered. “So, we’re going.” She swung her locker open, snatched her things out of it, packed up, and closed it. A little after that I asked “Hazel what type of magic are you?” “Oh yeah you're probably wondering about it now?” she sounded sad as she said it.

“Well the thing is….” she continued “What?” I said eagerly “Well I don't really know. My parents who are both magic were both plant magic. But since I haven’t found my power yet. We're guessing I am plant magic” She said quietly. “Oh," I said quietly. SInce I realized this was a tough subject for her. What followed was some awkward silence.

“So where do we wanna go?” Emily said, trying to change the subject. Not so very slyly

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cassieuncaged · 10 months

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WIP Wednesday Friday

Tagged by @emotionalcadaver

No pressure tags: @confidentandgood, @poisonedtruth, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @chadillacboseman, @roofgeese, @captastra, @illiana-mystery, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky and anyone else who wants to share.

In the meantime, have some Maglias domestic baby fluff I've been sitting on for like a year.

TW: lightly suggestive, language, etc.

Emily frowned, watching as the infant cast a fistful of cereal to the ground. She was round and pink, a wisp of red hair growing atop an otherwise bare head.

“Do we have to give her back?” the little girl smiled as a fat fist reached out to hold onto a dark braid.

“Afraid so,” Diana sighed, plucking Rachel from the highchair. She adored babies, wishing her own hadn’t sprouted to three and five so quickly. “But they're over here all the time, Emmy. You’ll see this sweet girl more than you want, I promise.”

“She’s like a real baby doll,” The little girl followed her mother, dragging the chair from the table. It was propped next to the sink before Emily was climbing up to watch Ana gently plop the baby into side of the sink over flowing with suds. A box of Mr. Bubbles sat on the counter before the girl was sneakily pouring more in. Rachel cooed, blue eyes crinkling.

“Don’t go telling Aunt Maggie you tried to dress her in all your doll’s bonnets and hats.” Diana languidly slid her rings off before flipping a curtain of ochre hair over one shoulder.

“Aunt Maggie wouldn’t care.” Emily added sagely, “She told me she used to dress me up when I was really small.”

Before anything could be added to that, the screen door was swinging open.

“Go Packers!” Chris declared, clutching a plump bag of potato chips.

“Uncle Chris!” Emily was quick to hop off the chair before running to the young man’s side. “Did you bring me a present?”

“Emily!” Ana chided from the kitchen, watching as Taylor scooped the girl in his arms. Peeling the plaid scarf from around a tan neck, the garment was tucked around her.

“She’s fine.” Setting her back down on the chair before traipsing over to the kitchen table, “The scarf can be the present. Orange is your color, Emily.”

“But that’s Cleveland’s color,” wrinkling her nose in disgust, “We’re a Greenbay household.”

“Your dad teach you that?”

“Damn straight he did,” King boomed from the doorway, his youngest tucked in his arms. Jamie wriggled a bit before being sat on the ground. Squealing in delight, the boy darted down the hallway with his sister chasing after. “How you doing, Taylor?”

“Bout the same as always,” the men clapped hands before the younger of the two plopped into a chair, “Hope the shop wasn’t too crazy this week.”

“We managed.” King spun a chair around on its legs, sitting backwards, “Think Elias rethought giving you a whole week’s vacation after replacing five carburetors Monday. Went through a shit ton of cigarettes between the two of us.”

“Where the hell is he?” Chris looked around, making sure he hadn’t missed his buddy tucked away in the other room. King barked wolfishly while Diana shot him a look.

“Probably couldn’t get out of bed.”

“Stop being lewd,” the woman reminded him, rinsing the babbling toddler off with a glass of warm water.

“You said they probably skipped dinner plans last night but I’m the lewd one.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Chris chuckled, popping open the bag of chips.

“We gave those two the night off,” turning around from the sink, Diana proudly clutched a freshly washed Rachel bound in a terrycloth towel. The baby cooed, reaching for Chris. Smiling at the surprise, the man held her tight as bright blue eyes assessed him curiously. “Charlie probably isn’t wrong.”

“Of course I’m not wrong,” King rolled his eyes at his given name, “You know that man probably got the best head of his life this morning.”

“Shoosh,” Diana smacked the back of her husband’s head. “I’d prefer not to have that conversation with the kid’s running around. It’s bad enough that Emmy heard me refer to them as rabbits. Now she insists that if they’re rabbits, Rachel’s a bunny.”

“You are cute like a bunny, huh?” Chris grinned at the bundle in his arms, enjoying the pleasant weight of the infant. Incredibly small yet chubby. “Those rabbits haven’t been up to anything in the shop latetly, have they?”

“Not since I caught them in the office a few months back. Still embarrassed about that one.” King shook his head as the three shared a laugh. The sound of car door echoed through the open window, Diana’s eyes quick to see a shade of robin blue behind the gauzy curtains.

“Alright, quiet now.” Ana jumped back to her feet, checking the progress of a casserole in the oven, “I’d prefer not to make either of them blush anymore than they already do.”

Voices could be heard echoing from the front porch, storm door squeaking open. An elderly Major jangled in first, sprinting down the hall to where the children were squealing. Elias limped into view first, leaning on the doorframe. Maggie clung to his side, windburned face burrowed into a sharp neck.

“Sorry we’re a little late,” she chirped, peeling herself from the man, “Lost track of time.”

“Lost track of a lot of time,” Elias chuckled, pushing aviator sunglasses up in tawny waves. King held in a chuckle while Taylor turned beet red, “You make a bet or something?”

“No,” King tossed his head back in a bought of laughter, “Ana told me that would be ‘unseemly’. But I’d be a rich man if I had.”

“How was dinner?” Diana changed the subject, getting two bashful looks when the couple turned to face her.

“We didn’t make it out.” Maggie fought the rush of pink rising up her neck, pushing a ginger curl behind one ear. Ignoring the jests of her friends, the woman stalked to Chris’s side before relieving him of a bundled Rachel.

“Guess that would’ve made you a rich woman.” Elias winked at Ana who accepted a welcome kiss to the cheek.

“I don’t bet on the personal proclivities of my friends,” She squeezed the man into a hug before leaning back, “But you and your wife are painfully predictable.”

“You and Mags don’t have conversations about what we’re up when you watch Emily and Jamie?” King smirked again, enjoying watching the two squirm.

“Can’t say that we do. But I know you and Taylor gossip like old women.” Elias teased before he was at his other half’s side. Sinking into an empty chair, Maggie rocked an excited Rachel while Chris vacated his own seat for his superior. “Thanks. How was vacation?”

“Phenomenal. I’ll have to tell you about it later.” The younger man clapped his sergeant on the shoulder before taking a seat next to King. The two talked about the impending game while Ana watched the couple dote on their daughter.

“Was she behaved okay? Did she take to formula alright?” Bright blue eyes looked up to her friend who grinned warmly. Rachel squirmed in a loose grip to flip to examine the face of her father, who pressed to a kiss to a round head.

“She was a peach. Barely fussed at all. Though Emily really likes dressing her up, thinks she’s a doll.”

“I used to dress Emmy up when she was Rachel’s size.” Maggie grinned sweetly, carefully handing the bundle off to Elias. “She eat recently?”

“Had a bottle about an hour ago and just got a bit of a bath. I’m afraid I’m in love with her.”

“Want to keep her a few more nights?” Elias offered playfully, garnering King’s attention.

“How do you still have energy?”

“This would be to catch up on sleep.” He winked, bouncing Rachel in his lap.

“You’re all making her blush,” Ana cooed, wrapping her arms around Maggie’s shoulders. A large hand reached out to squeeze a small knee, lingering there for a moment.

#writing wips #wip whenever #snippets #maglias #i forgot about this one #it's so damn fluffy

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 1 month

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hi! could you write the bachelor/ettes with a m!farmer that dresses very fem? like— with all the stuff that's stereotypically related to girls?

Heya 👋 Sure, why not.

I honestly didn't know what format to choose. At first it was going to be big stories, but I thought it would be too long to read lol. Thanks for the ask btw! 💕

SDV bachelors/ettes with male!Farmer that dresses very fem:

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Abigail was filled with envy because Farmer is a man who could wear whatever he wanted and not be told by his parents that he "had to dress properly". Amethyst lover still has to listen from mom that "a lady should wear a skirt" or from dad "a lady should this and that". Ugh... Oh, and Farmer looks gorgeous! Damn, Abby's jealous >:/

"You're such a weirdo, what's with the girly clothes?" Alex should have learnt not to say the first thing that comes to mind out loud, but we all have our flaws. Athlete has nothing bad to say towards the Farmer himself, but clearly doesn't understand his taste in clothing. Neither does he understand why Sebastian is always walking around in black clothes. Farmer looks... alright, Alex think. But he just doesn't get it.

Oh, how happy Emily is to have another person in town who loves to express himself through clothes! Everything is harmoniously matched, the fabric is of the best quality.... And most importantly, the Farmer feels comfortable! The blue-haired girl doesn't care that it's "not for a man". Emily can make clothes for Farmer according to his style, if he doesn't mind of course!

In the past, Abby had been teased for dressing like a boy, and Sebby had been insulted for having long, "girlish" fringes.... More than once Sam has threatened to hit the offenders with his guitar if they keep it up. So if Farmer gets harassed too, he shouldn't hesitate to ask Sam for help. Farmer looks cool, by the way!

To be honest, Farmer's fem style of dressing for Penny is rather extravagant. The young teacher is modest by nature and with old-fashioned ideas about how men and women should dress. On the other hand, she admires Farmer's courage to express himself and not afraid to be judged.

There were at least three times in Sebastian's life when some tourists picked on his "fem look", namely his tight jeans and black-painted nails. The local emo even then knew that judging people by their appearance is a complete nonsense, so he would not react to Farmer's atypical clothes in the bad way. And Farmer look cool, though Sebby is not a fan of his style, preferring everything black.

Yoba, is this the latest collection from the same famous designer that Haley always orders clothes from?! She recognises these clothes anywhere. Haley thought the new farmer always wore dirty overalls. And these clothes look so stylish on him! What? Who frickin cares if the clothes are feminine, the Farmer looks great! Slay! 💅

Shane was about to open his mouth and comment on Farmer's, as he think, ridiculous outfit. But then he remembered that it wasn't his place to judge people by their clothes, considering that his everyday clothes were a torn blue jumper with Joja's logo on it, pizza-stained shorts, and ragged crocs. After Emily's clothing therapy, Shane will have a little change of heart. But in general, he doesn't give a shit what Farmer wears, even if it's a trash bag.

"Hey, you look great." Believe me, Farmer, Leah's words are genuine. This woman is always used to being honest with people, and she will honestly praise her friend's appearance. Because a lot of people express themselves in different ways. Leah chose to express herself through creativity, while Farmer chose to express himself through clothes, and that's totally cool.

Harvey marvelled at the fact that Farmer walks around in these clothes and is completely unafraid of criticism..... No, no, don't get him wrong, Farmer looks good! It's just... In a way, Harvey is jealous, because he has to sneak around to aerobics in fear that some of the other bachelors will see him and make fun of him. But you know, just seeing Farmer has inspired the doctor to be braver.

Although in Maru's situation it was not about clothes, she too had to deal with this type of conflicts. Her grandparents told her mom, Robin, that her job as a carpenter was "not for women", while her father's relatives condemned Maru's passion for inventions as "not for young lady". How nice that Maru's parents were supportive and that Farmer has also defied criticism and is doing what makes him happy. Don't listen to anyone and do what your heart desire!

Quite extravagant, but Elliott even likes his style. Farmer definitely has the taste to pick colours and accessories harmoniously. What? Judging? Pfft! Dear friend, when Elliott lived in town before moving to Stardew Valley, the people there also tried to ridicule his clothing choices, calling him a dandy and, pardon his language, a "pompous peacock." Ugh, some people just have no taste! But at least Elliott has excellent clothing taste. And Farmer has it as well!

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv headcanons #sdv abigail #sdv penny #sdv emily #sdv haley #sdv leah #sdv maru #sdv shane #sdv alex #sdv sebastian #sdv sam #sdv harvey #sdv elliott #thanks for the ask!

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countrymusiclover · 4 months

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3 - Beginning the Profile

Part 4

My Genius Prince

Tag list - @the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf

BAU Plane

Everyone had gotten on the private plane after Garcia had managed to track the location of where the emails were sent from somewhere in Indiana. Rosalind had told me that her mother had moved them from there to Virginia after what happened between her and her father. “Reid, you have all the information I received on your girl in your folder. And everybody else that information is on your tablets.”

“So after reviewing the files with Garcia. I know that his weapon of control is a handgun she bought a year ago. She keeps it in her bedroom or the kitchen cabinet if she ever needed it.” I explained to my team members.

Emily and Morgan were sitting across from me where she pulled up a picture of Rosalind. She had her hair down in a braid in the picture that she had out to the public. “It says here that her parents are Amanda and Deacon Maxon. Mother moved her away after her father was arrested.”

“We need to add that her friend now knows she’s missing since she filed a report this morning when she didn’t answer her calls, texts.” Hotch says.

JJ sends a confused look. “Are we really jumping on a limb here over a friend not responding to a text in a timely fashion?”

“It’d be out of character for her to not give her an answer.” I interrupted remembering how close she is with Malia. “Rosalind considers her like a sister. Even when we were hanging out and she messaged her she would quickly message her back.”

Rossi made a face. “Then we definitely need to speak with this friend. Do you have her contact information, kid?”

“I only know her first name is Malia.” I answered him.

Garcia came back to the conversation. “Don’t you worry boy genius for I have the answer. Rosalind posted one picture on the internet tagging one girl named Malia Tames.”

“Wait, let's go back a second. You mentioned that her mother separated her from her father after he was arrested.” Morgan scanned his eyes over his tablet.

Emily glanced at him. “You’re saying that her father could be a connection to the unsub we’re looking for?”

“What I’m saying is what are the odds that her father isn’t the person who kidnapped her?” Morgan corrected her.

Hotch responded. “It was reported that he was arrested after trying to endanger her. It was also reported that he tried to touch her inappropriately at age six.”

“Garcia, tell us anything you can about Rosalind's father.” I told her

The bright blonde on the screen chimed in. “Will do genius boy.” She signed off where I sighed flipping through pages until I looked at my phone Lock Screen. I had changed it to a photo of me and her at the park in autumn a week from Halloween.

It was a cold autumn morning that we decided to walk in the park near my apartment. I walked beside her in a dark black suit with a red tie that I had worn to work sometimes. Rosalind was wearing a cameo green sweatshirt with ripped blue jeans and a pair of peach orange tenna shoes. “So I’ve been curiously thinking about this since you mentioned it. Why do you enjoy Halloween so much?”

“Ohhh. You really want to know why.” I asked her not expecting that type of question.

She loops her arm through mine so we were pressed up against each other instead of just walking side by side. “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t wanna know, Spencie.”

“The cool thing about Halloween is that it’s a uniquely American holiday. I mean, despite its obvious origins in the celtic festival of Samhain and the Christian All Saints’ Day, it really is a melting pot of various immigrants traditions and beliefs. It became a little more commercialized in the 1950s with trick or treat, and today it rivals only Christmas in terms of popularity.” I rambled off without thinking about the question.

Rosalind stared at me giggling out her previous question again. “That’s an interesting fact. But I asked, "Why do you like it so much?”

“Sorry…I’d say because you can be anyone you want. You can be the most popular person or your favorite character if you want and it’s the one time a year nobody judges you for it.” I responded to her where she paused our walk leading me over to an empty park bench.

We sat down together before she said another word. She put her hand in mine that was closest to her. “Hey Spencer, I think you need to know that you are the right guy for me. You don’t have to change anything for me.”

“I wish I’d met you when I was younger, Roz.” I smiled, squeezing her hand in mine.

She tucked hair behind her ear that fell in her view. “I agree with that. Hey how about we do this. Whenever we have something come to our mind we immediately just say it instead of keeping it to ourselves like most couples do?”

“You consider us a couple?” I blinked through some tears not expecting to hear that.

Rosalind scooted closer, moving her hand up to my forearm. “Of course I do. Unless you don’t feel the same way.” She dropped her gaze and I saw her get nervous at the idea.

Holding my hands up in front of me I did my best to reassure the beautiful girl sitting in front of me. “Rosalind, are you kidding me. You’re signal handily the most beautiful girl I have seen and I really like being around you. I just…I haven’t really ever had a relationship with a girl before.”

“That’s a relief, Spencer. Let’s do it this way, repeat after me.” She raised her right hand but only stuck her pinky out and I followed her action. She looped her pinky through mine. “Spencer Walter Reid, will you be my boyfriend?”

I chuckled, grinning brightly. “Yes.”

She pressed on not un looping our pinkies yet. “Okay you’re turn.”

“Rosalind Ella Maxon, will you be my girlfriend?” I asked her, staring longingly into those bright green eyes she had.

She nodded her head yes excitedly with her verbal response. “Absolutely.”

“Why is your middle name Ella like Cinderella?” I asked her once we removed our pinkies from one another and just sat in some silence watching the leaves fall from the trees around us.

Rosalind laughed, smiling. “Funny you should say that. My father said that he originally wanted to name me Cinderella since I looked so much like her. But my mother liked the name Rosalind better so they settled on Ella being my middle name.”

“Ella is short for Cinderella.” I put the pieces together in my head.

She reached into her pocket, taking out her phone and getting close to my side once more. She gave me the phone telling me to take the picture. “Here we should have the same background now. That way even when we’re away from each other some part of us will be there with each other.”

“That’s a good idea, Rosalind.” I nodded in agreement holding the phone up like she showed me snapping our picture with me having my other arm over her shoulder. She had laid her head on the crook of my neck and we shared the same goofy grin ... .I'd give anything to be back in that moment.

Rosalind’s pov

I couldn’t tell how long we had been in this cabin for. I couldn’t tell whether it was day or night outside since the windows had been covered up. It could have been days, weeks or maybe hours and I still had no clue. My father just sat across from me at this wooden table he had decorated with teacups and some bits of food. “You really should eat or drink something honey.”

“I’ll do that after you untie me or show me that I am not here as some kind of prisoner.” I told him seeing that he hadn’t untied me from the chair I found myself in when I regained consciousness.

He gets up, handing me the cup that had water in it. He sat back down, sending me a look. “You’re gonna put the dress on and then we are recreating the day she took me away from you.” He pulls out a knife cutting the ropes.

I took the long blue dress from his hands, slipping the fabric over my head. “Do you have the shoes with it too?” I questioned him where he held them up to me.

“I’ve been told Prince Charming must always be prepared…May I?” He replied where I nodded, kicking off my shoes. He bent down, slipping the left silver shoe on first then switched and did the same for my right foot. “There you go.”

“Thank you…urgh!” I paused briefly before kicking him in between his legs where he collapsed onto the ground in agonizing pain.

Giving myself the chance I snatched the handgun that he had laid on the table beside me. Frantically looking around the room I saw a set of stairs where I began running up them. Yet when I almost got away he grabbed me by the back of my hair, yanking me down to the ground. “I have been nothing but nice to you and this is how you treat me after all these years!” My father held the knife to my throat. He moved one hand around my throat, choking me a little.

“Mom was right that you need help!” I grunted trying to kick him again but he cut me across the stomach with the blade. I winced when he held the blade against my throat again.

He removed the blade off of my throat giving me the chance to breathe. He turned his back to me so I snatched the gun hitting him in the leg when I slowly pulled the trigger making me jump at the sound. “You little bitch!” My father held his bleeding leg stumbling toward me where we got in a fight on the floor trying to either hold onto or grab the weapon. He got close to getting it from me but I kicked him in the rib and hit him over the head with the gun. Scrambling to my feet I gulped gripping the gun and pushing my way through the door.

Getting outside I saw the truck in the driveway. I grunted seeing blood on my forehead in the mirror. Finding the keys in the engine I grunted driving off, not sure where I was heading. Touching the screen in the car I typed into maps the nearest hospital. “Please…please stay awake.” I struggled to keep my eyes open driving as fast as possible but when I got on the interstate ramp my eyes fell heavily and I turned the car towards the wall and stopped blacking out.

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keanureevesisbae · 10 months

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ 01. jailbreak

Spencer Reid x Elodie Price (asian/pacific islander/moluccan OFC)

Summary: When serial killer Rowan Rancher escaped from prison, it's up to the BAU to not only find him, but also his daughter.

Serie warnings: Mention of murder, blood. Mention of rape (not described). Eventual smut.

Chapter warnings: Mention of murder and blood. Indirect mention of rape. Just a murderer in general already.

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: So, believe it or not, but I am not a genius 🤷🏽‍♀️ So everything Spencer says is either literally copy paste from Wikipedia or I attempted to do math and calculate shit myself. So I hope you like 😘

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Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were - Marcel Proust

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Them

‘We’ve got a situation,’ agent Aaron Hotchner, unit chief of the Quantico’s Behavioral Analysis unit, says to his team, as they’ve all gathered for this case. ‘Rowan Rancher has escaped the prison facility in Texas.’

‘Rowan Rancher murdered twenty four women aged twenty seven to forty one—that we know of—over the course of seven years. His preference was for brunettes with blue eyes, which is a clear resemblance of his mother Megan Rancher. However, victim number twenty five was a man named Wendall Regal. It was actually the first murder he confessed after he was arrested and it was the only murder he didn’t deny.’ Spencer Reid’s eyes go through the file, absorbing the information he practically knew by heart already. ‘Rowan Rancher had a daughter. Rossi, weren’t you the one who interrogated her?’

SSA David Rossi leans back in his chair, looking at one of the pictures in the files. It was a graduation picture of Elodie Rancher, the daughter of Rowan Rancher. ‘I was,’ he answers. ‘She led us to the fifteen burial sites.’

Rossi remembers the pain and hurt he saw in the eyes of Elodie, a fragile seventeen year old, completely damaged by her serial killer father. Because Rowan and Elodie traveled a lot, the burial sites were scattered over the country. Some in Nevada, others in California, a few in Florida, one in Hawaii, more in Maine and the remaining ones in the Washington state, where Rancher finally was caught.

‘I helped her with a new identity,’ Rossi continues, ‘gave her a bit of a boost to start her life. Therapy, more counseling and eventually she stopped updating me I assumed it went well.’

‘Elodie Rancher now goes by Elodie Price,’ tech savvy Penelope Garcia says, pulling a newer picture of Elodie on the screen. She lost the innocent look, the deep dark circles under her eyes and the sunken cheeks. She grew her hair out, the shoulder length waves made way for long luscious locks of black hair. A septum piercing, a few hints of tattoos. While back when she still lived with Rowan Rancher she had almost a girly and angelic aura, she now looks tougher.

Broken.

‘Where do we think Rowan Rancher went?’ JJ asks. ‘Because judging from the enormous amounts of deranged fan mail this man receives, he has plenty of places to hide.’

Rossi shakes his head. ‘No, there was only one thing that set this man off. That made him irritable and that was the absence of his daughter. He’ll use the women who sent him those fan mails and were stupid enough to put their addresses on it to get him closer to who he truly wants.’

‘Elodie Price,’ Derek notes. ‘Baby girl, is she on a lot of social media?’

‘Nope,’ Garcia says. ’She has a tiny social media footprint. The only times facial rec got a hit was because she was partially in a picture of someone else, but this girl is practically a ghost.’

‘Where does she currently live?’ Emily Prentiss asks.

‘Right here in Quantico,’ Garcia answers. ‘She works from home as a translator. English to Dutch and vice versa.’

‘Dutch is a West Germanic language spoken by approximately twenty five million people as a first language and five million as a second language. Actually it’s one of the closest relatives of both German and English and, like the English language, hasn’t undergone the High German consonant shift, therefore it doesn’t use the Germanic umlaut, has largely abandoned the use of the subjunctive and has leveled much of its morphology, including most of its case system.’

While Spencer takes a deep breath to continue, agent Hotchner figures it’s the best moment to divide tasks. ‘I want Prentiss and JJ on the jet to Texas, to help out the local police departments and prison employees to communicate with the public. Rossi and Reid, go pay Elodie Price a visit. Morgan, you and I will stay here and set up a task force in order to locate Rowan Rancher. Garcia?’

‘Yes sir.’

‘I want you to try and trace Rancher’s steps. I want an exact step by step track record of when he escaped, his route and where he can possibly reside.’

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Her

Sometimes I am not too sure whether or not my ability to spot lies from miles away is a blessing or a curse. I’m one hundred percent certain the Starbucks barista who just wished me a nice day, rather wished me and every customer prior and after me would get hit by a bus. The slight tension in her jaw, the dark eyes.

She is not in an excellent mood.

With my Chai Latte with a pump of caramel, I make my way back to my place. I barely leave the safe walls of my apartment and when I do leave, it’s to do groceries, grab a coffee and go to the local independent bookstores.

My life is simple and simple is all I need.

Once back home in my studio apartment, I sit down at my dinner table that serves as my work space for the next upcoming three hours. I’ve finished a lot of my work already, meaning I can either work ahead or call it a day.

Becoming a translator is honestly not the job I thought I’d do for the rest of my life, but translating technical manuals, school texts books and other boring things requires very little interaction with others and for now, that is what I need.

The fear of someone recognizing me as Elodie Rancher is a fear I assume I will carry with me till the day I die.

Three knocks on my door and I stretch out my neck, as if that enhances my hearing. Thinking it’s my senile neighbor Dolores again, I stand up and look through the peephole, before deciding if I’ll be home to deal with her antics again.

But it’s not Dolores. It’s someone else.

Two people. Men. And they both look familiar.

When I open the door, I see David Rossi standing there, the man who helped me gain footing again after my father was arrested back in Washington. ‘Mister Rossi,’ I manage to choke out.

‘Elodie,’ he says, ‘how are you doing?’

All of the sudden, I am seventeen again. Traumatized, fearful and not too sure what to do with my life. ‘Something happened,’ I conclude, not answering the question. ‘Something involving my father.’

David Rossi lets out a deep sigh. ‘Elodie, can we come in?’

I take a step to the side, letting David Rossi and the man next to him inside. He’s tall—like, a lot taller than to my below average height—and says: ‘I’m Doctor Spencer Reid.’

‘I know,’ I say. ‘I listen to your seminars sometimes.’

That piques his interest. ‘Seriously?’

’Yeah,’ I answer, closing the door behind him. Seeing these agents standing in my living room, causes me to nearly shake with anxiety. ‘What happened?’

‘Rowan Rancher has escaped prison.’

Five words, but they are enough to knock all air out of my lungs. My father escaped prison? He’s been incarcerated for eight years, how on earth did he manage to do that? My father is smart, no doubt, but escapism appeared to be something that was part of fiction.

Not reality.

‘Oh,’ is the intelligent answer I manage to muster up.

‘We have reason to believe that you are in possible danger if he figures out where you are,’ David Rossi continues, ‘therefore we want to offer you a deal.’

‘Okay?’

‘You help us with an eventual profile, tracking his steps, since you are truly the only one who knows him better than anyone. We’ll make sure you are in safe hands, always flanked by an agent.’

Deep down I want to say no. I don’t want protection, but knowing the lengths my father goes through to finish what he started, I have to help them.

Otherwise the Rowan Rancher victim count will only increase again.

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‘The Maluku Islands are an archipelago in the eastern part of Indonesia. Geographically they are located east of Sulawesi, west of New Guinea and north and east of Timor. The islands have been considered a geographical and cultural intersection of Asia and Oceania. Actually—fun fact—the islands were known as the Spice Islands, because of the nutmeg, mace and cloves that were exclusively found there.’

Believe it or not, I didn’t ask for this explanation about the Maluku Islands. However, when I said to Spencer Reid my mother was a Moluccan woman born in The Netherlands, it ignited something in him to tell me all about my heritage.

But honestly I am not complaining about said history lesson. While I told the doctor I sometimes listen to his seminars, little does anyone know I actually listen to his seminars to go to sleep. The tidal waves of information that rolls from his tongue in a fast pace, causes me to dive into a deep night sleep. Not because I’m bored, but because I’m calmed down.

‘Sorry, Elodie,’ the man who introduced himself as Derek Morgan says, ‘there isn’t an off switch on this kid.’

‘It’s okay,’ I say. ‘No need to turn him off.’

Back at the Quantico headquarters, I’m quickly adopted by their technical analyst Penelope Garcia, under the close supervision of David Rossi. I’m staring at the last picture of my father, one pulled from security footage ten miles away from the prison. Ever since that moment, it almost appears like he’s a ghost. Evaporated into thin air.

‘It had been my father and I since I was five,’ I whisper, but it’s loud enough for the other two to hear me. ’My mother ran off, unable to live with Rowan, because of his personality.’

Penelope turns to me. ‘And she just left you there?’

‘Yeah. When… When mister Rossi reached out to her after my father was caught, she hung up the phone after telling him I was doomed to fail anyway. She now lives in Australia, has three kids and is the stepmom of a girl who was my age. Who apparently wasn’t doomed to fail.’

Penelope places her hand on my shoulder and whispers: ‘I’m sorry.’

I quickly push aside the thoughts, before I tell them I have to use the restroom. Once done there, I walk passed the bullpen, witnessing Spencer bowed over a map. I push open the door and walk up to him. ‘What are you doing?’ I ask.

‘According to the traceable steps of Rowan Rancher pulled by Garcia, it occurred to me that he travels predominantly east.’

‘Yeah,’ I say. ‘That’s what he always said to me. When in doubt, go east. No idea why, but he just said that.’

‘It is essentially what you did,’ Spencer says. ‘Going from Washington state to Wyoming, then Iowa and then settling in Virginia, is traveling east.’ Spencer continues on to tell me about the landmarks Rowan Rancher will encounter when he continues to travel east, however I say: ‘He met my mother in Columbus, Ohio.’

When David Rossi first found me, I barely could muster up the energy nor the memories to tell him this information. Instead of talking about it, I pushed it down. My mother wasn’t a USA citizen and considering she at first was practically untraceable and then made it very clear she didn’t want to talk about Rowan Rancher, every bit of information about him came back to me.

But I was useless when I was seventeen.

I will not make the same mistake at the tender age of twenty five.

‘They met at the botanical gardens, if I remember correctly,’ I say.

Compared to Spencer Reid, my memory was severely lacking.

‘The Franklin Park Conservatory and Botanical Gardens,’ he recites.

’Yeah, somewhere near the Pacific Island part.’

‘Pacific Island Water Garden.’

‘I think so.’

Spencer Reid tilts his head. ‘We don’t know why exactly Rowan Rancher escaped. In the time he was incarcerated, he only received fanmail, had zero visitors and doesn’t interact with fellow prisoners.’

‘He escaped because he thinks he didn’t do anything wrong,’ I say. ‘Murdering Wendall Regal was different, but according to the way he would think, I only assume he’d think his sentence is done with the eight years.’

I did it for you, baby. No man can do what he did to you. Shivers run down my spine as I hear my father’s voice, covered in the blood of Wendall Regal.

‘I think he just wants to retrace the steps of happiness. When he met my mother, I guess he was happy. When I was born in Miami, Florida during a storm in a hotel room, I guess he was happy.’

‘Can you tell me all the places where you remember your father was happy?’ Spencer asks.

And all I can do is nod, before I go back deep into my memory, hopefully able to help the people catch my father.

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Five days. It took them five days and one female victim before they caught my dad in Miami Florida, near the same hotel I was born. The female victim was one of his fans, one of the people who was stupid enough to write down her address on the fan mail, instead of a post office box. She wasn’t my father’s normal type—this woman was fifty years old, had died red hair and had brown eyes—but she also wasn’t murdered in a manner it would be recognized to be murdered by my father.

The only thing that gave away what he did, was the ERR carved in her skin. Elodie Rowan Rancher. My real name. The name he gave to me. It was him who named me Elodie. It was him who insisted on having a middle name identical to his own name. It was him who laughed at my mom for possibly thinking it would be okay I was gonna have my mom’s surname.

ERR.

I sometimes think he killed because of me. I wondered what I did to make him do that.

My time here at the BAU has come to an end. After saying my goodbyes to everyone, together with Spencer I step into the elevator. I accidentally told him how the 1994 movie Speed with Keanu Reeves is my favorite movie.

‘The movie premiered in Hollywood on June 7th 1994, only to be released to the rest of the United States three days later. It became critically and commercially successful and the fifth-highest-grossing movie of 1994.’

‘It won two Academy Awards,’ I interject. ‘For Best Sound Effects Editing and Best Sound.’

Spencer turns to the side, a wide smile toying on his lips. Those puppy eyes nearly glimmer, almost like he’s delighted that I’m adding information to it. ‘Exactly. The sequel Speed 2: Cruise Control was actually nominated for eight Golden Raspberry Awards, winning the Worst Remake or Sequel category. The Golden Raspberry Awards is a parody award show honoring the worst of cinematic failures. They say it’s due to the absence of Keanu Reeves, who decided not to reprise his role as Jack Traven.’

‘Who is the most awarded actor?’ I ask. ‘Of those awards?’

‘Sylvester Stallone. He was nominated thirty three times and won eleven Golden Raspberry Awards.’

The way to my place is filled with these types of conversations. Including Spencer Reid reciting a good ten minutes of the movie Speed. I knew his brain was mesmerizing, but there is something so endearing about seeing it in real life.

Once we’re standing in front of my door, I say: ‘Thank you, for making these odd couple of days bearable.’

‘Five days,’ he says, because he simply can’t help himself.

‘Five days,’ I repeat. I open the door of my place and say: ‘Thank you, Spencer.’

‘Thank you for your help. Thanks to you I could make a clear geographical map of important places for Rancher, meaning I could better pinpoint the spots he could be, thanks to Garcia’s sightings. Also, thank you for identifying the mark on the victim.’

‘Of course,’ I say, clenching my jaw, trying to push it down. ‘Well, you should go home. It’s been a rough few days.’

‘Actually, the best time for me to go to bed is either at eight in the evening or eleven. Considering it’s nine fifteen now, I have to wait one hour and forty-five minutes before I can fall asleep. However, it still is a thirty minute commute back to my place and if all goes well, I’ve got enough time to read the entire Harry Potter series and the first book of the Lord of the Rings trilogy. I could then read approximately eighty percent of book two, the Two Towers.’

‘Right,’ I say, my head spinning a little because of this load of information. ‘Well, you better get going then.’

He smiles. ‘Yeah, I should.’ He awkwardly holds up his hand. ‘Bye.’

And I watch Spencer clutching onto his bag, making his way to the elevator and for the first time in a long time, I feel a smile on my face.

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