#hey hi howdy sorry for dying

[yoinkschief]

I've been writing a lot for Strip/Mafia lately,,, I'm so excited to start writing for Tord hehehe

This is a mostly Tom-centric story and I really wanna show their differences through writing and I can't wait to - I'm sure my partner knows what I'm talking about and I'm so so so excited to share it with you guys I hope it's good and I hope it's sooo cool when it comes out LOL

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Howdy's rainbow suspenders.

thank you for coming to my Ted Talk-

[disoriented-in-wonderland]

Farmer!Yandere X Reader

After inheriting a house and grocery store from your grandparents after their passing, you are welcomed to the town of Sunset Pines with open arms by a few of the residents.

One of these residents being your helpful neighbor who owns his own farm right next door!

But little do you know about the secrets biding behind his puppy dog eyes or the odd timing he has whenever it seems like you're in trouble or need a helping hand....

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Tw: Creepy yandere behavior, stalking, etc.

18+ readers ONLY

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Oh.

You're outside today. 

The farmer watches as you tend to the small garden in front of your house, tearing out the overgrown weeds surrounding the dying peonies left behind by your grandmother.

You pause for a moment and scrub an arm over your forehead, squinting in the direction of the sun.

No doubt you're probably working up a mighty thirst by now.

You're probably dripping with sweat from how hard you're working.

He wishes he could get closer.

Just one whiff of your scent is all he needs to get by.

Maybe he'll dig those dirty clothes out of your hamper when you've tossed them aside. 

He's taken a few things off of the clothesline that you've made use of—though nothing too noticeable—like a few pairs of your undergarments here and there. 

But unlike the hamper where used clothes get tossed aside, the clothes line only offers up clean laundry.

Sure, he likes knowing which detergent you use.

But something with your unfiltered scent? Something that smells purely of just…you?

He'd probably lose his mind if he managed to get something like that, and he's determined to do so, opting to sneak into your house on your next work day.

He knows he'll need the rest of the day to rut into whatever it is that he takes from your hamper.

Shirt? Shorts? Pants? Underwear? 

It doesn't matter.

As long as he can smell you.

The farmer's sorting through plans in his head when he sees you get to your feet and place your hands on your hips as you survey the garden. 

There's still plenty of weed and he watches as your shoulders droop.

The farmer runs a hand through his hair with the glove he uses to tend to his own crops and approaches you with a high pitched whistle. 

“Well, howdy hey! What're you doing out here on this fine summer's day, neighbor?”

You startle and jump a foot in the air. 

The action reminds him of his skittish barn cat—A calico named Peony—and much like her, you relax when you realize it's just him.

You dust your hands off on your shirt. “Oh, hi. Um, sorry. I didn't realize it was you.”

He loves that you're already so comfortable around him.

He'll work harder to make sure you feel the most at ease when in his company. 

“It's no problem at all. I'm the one hooting and hollering on your land. Now what do we have here?” He asks, like he wasn't just watching you tend to your garden and plotting to break into your house. 

“Oh, I'm just doing some gardening. Nothing special, really.”

“ ‘S that so?” He peers over your form, itching to get closer but trying to remember what his grandmommy told him about being a proper gentleman.

No touching without consent. 

But what he wouldn't give for you to give the go ahead.

“Well, how about I lend you a hand and maybe get you something to drink. You look parched.”

“Really? You'd do that?”

The sun makes your eyes sparkle and he's absolutely smitten with how you're looking up at him like he's the only man in the world.

He wants more. 

All of your smiles for him and him alone.

He doesn't want you to smile at anyone else this way.

“Of course! I'm your neighbor after all and we've gotta look out for each other.”

“Thank you so much. That honestly means the world to me.” You say and you've got him blushing and beaming himself as he kneels in front of the choked overgrowth. “I'm going to go inside for a minute, I'll be right back, okay?”

When he nods, you head up the rickety porch steps and…

“Shi- shoot!”

The farmer peers over to see your foot lodged clean through the wood. You try yanking your foot out and his eyes widen with horror.

“Careful now!” He's on his feet in a hot second before he's up the steps and at your side. “We don't want you breaking your ankle or accidentally have you scrape yourself on a rusted nail.”

He's gentle as he helps withdraw your foot from the hole.

When he ensures you're not hurt, playing down the literal terror in his heart at the thought of you getting hurt, he peers up at you.

“You alright there? That was quite the scare, now wasn't it?” 

An understatement given he wanted to tear this entire porch up and replace each plank and nail to keep that from happening ever again.

“I'm okay.” You sigh and turn towards the hole with a deep frown. “I guess I'm going to need to get a repairman to fix this. Not to mention a plumber for the brown water coming out of the faucet…and then there's the shingles…and my car payments due…”

You're biting your lip, juggling a thousand things in your mind when something…forms in the farmers mind. 

An idea of sorts. 

If he helps around the house and your property…

He'll get more time with you…

A lot more.

And maybe he'll get easier access to the inside of your house…and more of those smiles…

The farmer turns and gives you a wink. “Now, now. How's there a need for that when you've got neighbors, right?”

“Don't worry. I'll take care of it for you.”

“All of it.”

[fkeknife]

wreckage of july

millions knives x reader gender neutral reader 800 words

He recoils. He tries to speak, to curse the stranger for touching him, but the breath comes out wheezing and wet and more through his throat than his lips. “Hey, it’s okay, don’t move,” they say. “Don’t move. You’re okay right here.” Knives realizes his body is dying. The stranger is waiting for his body to die.

this fic is about you finding knives’s horrible corpse in the rubble of july and being like. boy howdy that guy is dead then he moves and you're like. oh sorry that guy isn’t dead YET. better go hold his hand while he dies so he experiences love and humanity in his last moments or whatever (MISTAKE)

read on AO3 if you like or read below if you'd rather, up to you

Night is the worst time for these kinds of things to happen. In the dark, you can’t tell survivors from orphaned limbs, shadows from trip hazards, water from blood and gasoline.

Flame spreads over what is left and casts confusing geometries of light and shadow. Smoke turns the air acrid and unbearable and rich with the smell of burning hair and flesh. The rumble and rend of delayed collapse climbs over the noise of panicked humanity.

The explosion doesn’t kill everyone, and it doesn’t break everything. Maybe that’s the worst part–incompletion. Being among leftovers.

Knives wakes in the wreckage of July, immobilized under rubble. He’s on his side, in the shadow of a wall that’s partially at his back and partially splayed over him, crushing.

He tries to move, to shove a hunk of concrete off his chest, but he finds himself weak. The world shivers. He brings a hand towards his face and struggles to focus his eyes on the bone of his fingers as they drip.

Out of the smoke and sound, something resolves before him; shoes. Then knees, then hands, pulling rubble off him, brushing thick dust from his nose and mouth and turning his face to meet a pair of eyes.

The eyes flash in and out of contact with his—wide and alert and assessing; then tight; then gentle.

He recoils. He tries to speak, to curse the stranger for touching him, but the breath comes out wheezing and wet and more through his throat than his lips.

“Hey, it’s okay, don’t move,” the stranger says. “Don’t move. You’re okay right here.”

Their knees shift before him in the dark rock and gravel. Black liquid climbs the thread of their clothing. It’s his blood.

The hand on his face touches his cheek with a thumb; another hand slides into his slick palm.

Knives realizes his body is dying. The stranger is waiting for his body to die. As he struggles for physical awareness, it slips away. His throat is open, his chest sodden and ripping when he tries to move.

The stranger makes an odd noise when Knives twists. They try to recapture his attention. “Don’t. Don’t. Can you hear me?”

“Just wait it out. Rest.” The reassuring, gentle expression contorts, the voice breaks. “I’m so sorry I don’t have anything for the pain.”

Yeah, the pain. The pain is what makes everything so difficult.

This is stupid.

Knives screws his eyes shut and draws from the gate. He feels it—his chest starts to warm, to knit, then constricts around something and surges with pain again. This time, his voice works better, and he spits out the feeling, liquid and wordless noise.

Somebody starts. The hand around his tightens and releases.

“You-“

Knives remembers he’s with company.

The stranger’s face is blank, backlit with flame and cast with white light from Knives’s skin.

“You’re…” They trail off, eyes flicking across his body.

Knives jerks his hand away from them, trying to focus on the concept of blades and assemble them at his fingers. To strike the stranger down before they can call anyone else over, rat him out.

“…you might actually pull through this.”

The stranger leans back.

“Okay. Okay. We need to get you out of here right now, especially if you’re going to keep looking like that.”

They turn their back to Knives and begin to heave rubble off his legs, levering it sideways. “I’m going to have to lift you off that beam. I’m sorry.”

Yes—that’s what it is, in his chest. Metal and H-shaped and all the way through him.

He starts to push himself up by inches, to prop himself on his arms, but the left, untested, crumples. He slides back to the ground, sweat and wet agony.

When he opens his eyes, the stranger is over him like an animal. He sees the patterns on his skin reflected in the wet dark of their eyes. Knives swipes at their neck, but the blades are gone—or never came together at all—and his fingers rake blood uselessly across their throat. It drips back into his face.

Fingers slip again into his bloodied hand. Squeeze it. They’re warm, warmer than him. He feels the pulse of blood within them. The heat of life.

“Are you ready?”

Yes.

His hand is placed on the back of a neck. The animal leans over him, wraps limbs around him. It cradles him like an awful doll. The movement is in his ribs, in his teeth. Too slowly, not smoothly enough, it pulls him forward and over. His vision slips like a red blanket. He’s clinging to the gate. To consciousness. To power. To the nape of someone’s neck with his fingernails.

At the height of agony, of demand; something shifts.

The gate cracks away from him. And there is only the raw horror and the helplessness of it left. Him, his body, the animal, the dust, his blood, someone else’s.

He loses his grip on awareness, like everything else.

[reds-writings]

Hey!!! I wanted to start this out by saying that your writings for Rust has been nothing short of amazing ! There aren't enough fics out there for Rust, and yours have honestly been getting me through it.

Now, idk if this is the type of ask you were looking for, but with Old Man Rust, especially when he was in Alaska all that time- I've always wondered the details about his time out there (besides the obvious/what we already know). I mean- it's Rust we're talking about, and that poor tortured man...it couldn't have been great.

I know he spent most of his childhood up there alone with his father and such, but this time around? After everything happened? I've always assumed his self-isolation was probably at the highest it'd ever been, especially with how he talked about it.

Idk- I've always wanted to know his thoughts/feelings about so many different scenes/things within the show, but this is definitely one of the biggest ones. Even if you relate it to the jj universe- I think adding a partner adds layers to my curiosity on his experience/thoughts/feelings. I know when you answered that fluff prompt ask, them being away from each other for all that time was talked about; he still loves her very much, and is incredibly troubled about all of it.

Anyways! I feel like I've gotten a bit carried away, so I'll stop before I keep going 💀. You definitely don't need to feel obligated to respond or spend time on this, but know that your contribution to the true detective community on here is greatly appreciated 🥺.

Howdy! I love this ask!! The more detailed the more fun! And thank you so much for the love ahhh!!

(this will include some spoilers ahead for the JJ universe pls don't kill me lol)

I love the dissection of Rust's reasoning for returning to Alaska, of all places, after the big fight of 02. My fave idea being that he did it as a form of self-punishment for taking part in hurting his only companions in Louisiana. Applying these events to the JJ universe: the incident with Maggie will still be taking place sadly. But hear me out!!!!

In 02 with the resurgence of the Yellow King/Carcosa Rust easily found himself obsessively spiraling back into the Dora Lange case. With all the frustration and lack of support from the department (and Marty), he resorts back to nastier habits and ways of regarding those around him with JJ!Reader unfortunately being in the crossfire more often than not. It places a heavy strain on the relationship to the point where she reaches a breaking point bc tbh he is not being a very good partner at all (stress and frustration can only be an excuse for so long). They break up with her telling him to practically get it together if he wants them to ever continue but of course, shit just spirals more out of control with his hurt and anger so of course it reaches its crescendo with him having to quit then Maggie using their incredible emotional vulnerability to an advantage which he ends up regretting immediately of course because even if he's not currently with JJ!Reader it's no less of a pathetic form of betrayal.

When the fight goes down and he loses Marty it's one thing. Seeing the reader and the tie between them being severed completely with no one else but himself to blame is just about as close to dying as he'll get in that moment. He shit on her trust once and for all and took a friend from her in the process. He knows that there can be no forgiveness even if he were to beg with whatever last bit of reverence he had or sell his sorry soul.

Alaska is a bitterly lonely time for him and from tidbits he mentions in the show he didn't do much to change that loneliness while he was away. Circling back to before I think it was his way of extreme penance and if it weren't for another resurgence in the case he would've probably let himself die there alone with all the drinking/carelessness and wouldn't have had it in him to feel sorry about it if it happened.

Coming back to Louisiana things have changed plenty with Marty, Maggie, and the reader. I think the way he prioritizes his crumbled relationship with Marty (for both the case's sake and his) versus how he passively regards Maggie in the bar will forever be interesting to me. I feel like he'd be scared as hell to even come near the reader knowing she still harbors hatred and pain but Marty the Meddler drags her back in because he knows the two will never be able to truly stay away from each other. It takes a lot and the relationship may never be exactly what it once was but he'd selfishly rather have her near in some capacity than never at all once he's gotten a taste of her presence after so many years. I can't wait to write all that angst and yearning bc we love tension 🤭

Now that was a ramble omg! Hopefully, I didn't stray too off course!

[deathisararemercy]

Hey so i was wondering if you could do a p2 to the kung fu panda au? Maybe with the second movie as the main recolved arc? If not thats fine i just really liked it lol ^^

Puss in Boots x Kung Fu Panda AU Part 2

Death x Reader

A/N: Howdy anon! I had to brush up on KFP2 for this one, but I'm glad to continue this little AU! Though I did explore Death's relationship with the reader in the original post, I mainly did that with anticipating a part two. So for the sake of having a nice narrative, at the start of this little post, the reader and Death are just acquaintances. Thank you for sending in this request!

You are living your best life as the Dragon Warrior. You're defending the valley, have five awesome new best friends, have one very cool kung fu master as your teacher (who was going to teach you all about inner peace!), and also your parent is still running the best noodle shop in the valley.

Also there's that one wolf guy: Death.

Sometimes he shows up when you're defending the valley, sometimes he doesn't. But whenever you see him, you're both glad to see each other. At least, you think he's glad to see you. Kind of hard to tell since you usually see him wearing his hood.

When you and the Five are sent to stop a gang of bandits, you're reminded that not all wolves are nice.

And you have a flashback of another panda, just like you.

Death appears (again). Normally, you'd be startled by his presence, but you're still reeling from the memory. He's Death, but he can't read minds, so you brush him off and gather the gang to head back home.

Sidenote: Yes, Death was there when your biological parent died. Yes, he could (and would) tell you more about them if you asked. But he hasn't put together the dots that you're remembering your past.

You ask your parent about your past, and now you're a bit shaken, having learned you're adopted and still having questions your parent can't give you answers to, but WHOOPSIES time for a quest.

(*Shrek the Musical Fiona voice*: Skip ahead, skip ahead, skip ahead-)

When you're out sitting on the boat to Gongmen City, you hear familiar whistling. It's Death. Initially, you freak out because now you're wondering if someone is going to die. But he clarifies that no one is dying. Yet. He confesses that he's been breaking a few rules recently, but he wants to check on you because you seem...troubled.

You talk about your nightmare.

For a minute, you're worried you've wasted his time. He's frowning and looking ahead on the river, thoughtful. "Sorry, that was a lot. I should let you get back to work doing your whole Death thing. I just...I don't really know where I belong. And it's not a great feeling. What did I do...for my parents to leave me?"

And the wolf stands up and shakes his head, quietly swearing under his breath. The things he does for love. "Mind if I tell you something?" You nod, curious. "I was there. When your parent left you in that crate." "Oh. Wait...does that mean..." "That doesn't matter right now." "Of course it matters! They could be-"' He grabs your shoulder. "Listen. They loved you very much. Both of your parents. They did what they needed to out of their love for you." "But why? And what happened to them?"

He is conveniently interrupted by the sight of Gongmen City and the Five waking up from sleep. He vanishes into the night.

You and the Five sneak into the city and see all the wolves. You're getting really sick of these guys. You try to get Rhino and Croc out, they can't leave because of the weapon, you run into the wolf boss again and you're all caught.

(Why can't these guys be more like Death? you think to yourself as you're climbing the many....many stairs in Shen's palace.)

And speak of the devil, you spot him in the shadows when you meet Shen for the first time. He looks more that displeased, paws firmly gripping his sickle handles. But he can't interfere in anything can he? Not after doing so much for you recently. You can't help but wonder if you're going to die right then and there in front of the canon. But Mantis saves you all and there goes the canon. Boom!

You try to get to Shen but you have another flashback. Shen escapes, and Death interferes again to get you and the Five out of the tower. You guys were having too many near death experiences for his taste. You all regroup together.

Once again, you are having an identity crisis, and Tigris tells you to stay behind, telling Death to keep an eye on you to make sure you don't do anything that'll get you killed.

Luckily for you, that's not in his job description.

"I don't take orders from anyone. Especially mortals." he sighs. The wolf nudges you with a wink. "Alright then, Dragon Warrior. Go. I won't tell."

Honestly, I think if I were going to give Death an arc this 'x reader' ver of KFP2, it would be the conflict between his duty to let the everything pan out and not interfere before he needs to take souls to the spirit world, and his own desire to engage in mortal life (ie. protect you) and talk to them and learn more about them (ie. you). He's already interfered so many times, and he can tell the cosmic balance was getting a little bit out of sorts. But...

Death decides to stay back during the fight, lurking in the shadows and doing his job properly. But he is shocked when Shen tells you that your parents didn't love you. And he loses it when you nearly die again to Shen.

He carries you out of the river and looks around desperately for help. He's Death. Death can't be afraid of anything or of anyone. Death shouldn't feel fear. But right now...he's terrified. He knows everyone dies at some point. It was inevitable. But was uncertain was whether or not him being there could actually lead to your death. If you died, would it have been because he interfered and got too close?

He follows the river away from Shen and the Five, and he makes it to the Soothsayer. The Soothsayer is vaguely aware that Death is someone from beyond the mortal world, but he rests you at her feet and tells her to help you.

When you recover, it takes both of them talking to you in order for you to recover your memories and achieve inner peace. When the Soothsayer tells you that your present actions define who you are, something resonates with Death.

He joins you, the Five, and the Masters in the final fight in Gongmen. Cosmic law be damned, Death says no to weapons of mass destruction. He's going to let his actions define him and how he approaches his relationships.

Yeah, no. Seeing you make the water droplet technique your own made him fall even harder for you.

And once again, I have a link to swanpit's art because 1. This art is hilarious and beautiful and 2. I think seeing Shen and Death interact like this would be lovely and fits this fic.

But yes. Our Dragon Warrior achieves inner peace and Death is becoming more and more of his own person aside from literally being Death.

Also: on the trip back to the valley, Death tags along. And he may or may not try to indirectly ask you out to dinner. You say "Sure! Let's head to my parent's place!" and his tail is thumping on the boat's deck, causing it to tip a little. Needless to say, he's excited.

Changing timeline things from the first post so that they now occur after KFP2:

At this point, he starts showing up more frequently, during and outside of battles, and he seems more relaxed around you. And you come to learn that his presence doesn't always mean someone's going to die. He just wants to visit. (And after so long observing how people live and die, he has a chance to try living for himself.)

He starts dragging you away from training to get a meal together in town or to go on a nice walk in the mountains.

When Shifu complains, Death shrugs. "Alright then." He draws his weapons, snapping the sickles together and forming his staff. "Let's continue the Dragon Warrior's training then."

Plenty of sparring practice and playful banter between the two of you. It's so much fun for the both of you, and you start tag-teaming during battles. He joins you and the Five in your fights, always sure to use just a fraction of his strength as to not kill everyone in his path. But he reaps souls if need be.

And after all of this, in a shocking turn of events, you are the one to confess your love to Death.

And after all of this, he can confidently reciprocate that love.

[tex-treasure-chamber]

Tex stared down at the caller I.D. on her phone, heart heavy. This was inevitable- of course Steve would call her. Would want to talk about what happened- about what he did. Maybe even apologize. She picked up on the last ring.

"Hey there-"

"Can I help you?" She asks.

"Yes, actually," Steve says, "I'd like to meet up and talk. I think one's due, don't you?"

"News flash, Steve, we're doing that right now." She quips but her tone is hard. He pauses on the other end of the line.

"You know what I meant- face to face. Please? I like doing things the old fashioned way, you know that."

"You do have a proclivity for clinging to the past, I'll give you that." It's out of her mouth before she can think to hold it in, anger churning and curling around itself over and over again like a hagfish.

"Tex, please-"

She forces herself to soften her tone. "Where? When? I have a schedule and I can't change it."

"Central Park, tomorrow, 3 pm?"

"Fine. Bye."

"See you then." He says.

She didn't ask for a spot because she already knew where to find him. They'd picnick'd here, shared kisses and fed the birds, drawn together on this bench under the old oak tree and there he is, looking like his age for once. She's early, but even still, he's beat her to it.

"Howdy." She says. It rings hollow in her own ears.

"Hello," Steve says back, "would you care to have a seat?"

"Not really."

He moves to stand up and she huffs before sitting down next to him.

"Thank you." He says, trying to meet her eyes but she won't look at him.

"What did you want to talk about?"

"I hear you're going up into space," He says after a beat, fiddling with his hands, "you always said you wanted to do that one day."

"Is that what you wanted to talk about?" She asks carefully, "because yes, you're right, I am. Although, I could've told you that, ya know, over the phone. But that's not why you wanted to meet up, is it?"

"No, no it's not." Steve says, and she can feel those eyes burn a hole so fierce into the side of her face that Summers would be proud.

She sighs, tired. "What did you want to talk about, Steve?"

"I.. I wanted to apologize."

She finally looks at him, and when she does, she sees tears welling up in the old man's eyes. She doesn't need to let down her walls to know they're genuine and she turns away, angry at him, and at herself- she can't bear to see an old man cry, even if he was young just weeks before.

That mental image of him, young, and hers, was dead now anyway. She mourned him. She was still mourning him, and talking to him now wasn't helping, especially with him crying as if he had a reason to when it was her, /her/ who walked away so thoughtlessly spurned. How dare he cry, like he had a reason to.

"Okay," she says, voice shaking.

"I'm sorry."

She watches the words form around his lips, his eyes still shiny with unshed tears, and she clenches her jaw.

"For what, exactly? For abandoning Bucky when you promised him come hell or high water y'all would be in it till the end of the line? For leaving the already broken remains of what's left of the Avengers? Or for abandoning me, for Peggy? " She asks, ashamed to ask and yet...

Not enough to feel sorry for asking. She's fully aware she's being cruel, warring with herself, but her bitterness is strong and so I her anger and she can't stop either of those from leeching into her words.

If he's going to apologize, she thinks, she's going to damn well hear exactly what he's apologizing for.

She stares at him until he looks away and watches him clench his fist several times.

"I've already talked to Buck," he says, voice firm.

"Good on you." She says before she can help it.

"-and the rest of the Avengers can and will manage without me. To be frank, there's nothing much left anyway and I believe you already know that. You are going to space, after all."

'And you're dying' she thinks, but she wisely doesn't voice it. "So what? You're here to apologize about Peggy?"

Something flashes in his eyes. Something raw and potent. Something she'd only ever seen when that name got brought up. Before he can say anything, she barks out a bitter laugh.

"I didn't think so," she says, "and I wouldn't want you to- at least, not apologize for that. So um, what are you apologizing for exactly, when there's noth-"

"I'm sorry I hurt you."

And. Well. She hadn't- no, no, she /had/ expected it. Steve wasn't a monster, he was just extremely self-centered when it actually mattered.

"When did you know you were going to stay?" She asks.

"When... When I saw her." He says softly, fingers now twisting the wedding band. She pretends not to notice.

His words soothe and inflame all at once.

"Ah." A beat. "So it wasn't premeditated?"

"No, no of course not- I saw her and-"

"When did you stop loving me?" She asks.

"I didn't-"

"Bullshit."

"If you would just let me finish," he says, eyeing her as if he wants to scold her but she merely raises a brow. For a second, she thinks of Tony, how he used to encourage her to swear, and her heart shatters all over again for a moment.

"Sorry," she says without prompting, although she isn't and she knows that he knows.

"I just...I loved you, Tex. And I love- loved her," he sounds pained beyond measure and for the first time since sitting down with him she feels the inkling to comfort him but she's still angry- he got the rest of his life with Peggy. What did she get? Nothing but betrayal. She was nothing more than second best to Steve, nothing more than an ill-fitting replacement for Peggy.

He got the time to enjoy a full life with Peggy, and grieve her, and while she understood that he would still grieve her, it doesn't mean she can use that to squash the bile rising in her throat at the mere thought of what could've been. She hates herself for it. Hates how selfish he's made her feel, hates him, in that moment, and yet the urge to comfort still lingers and so she blames it on her Mutation and keeps her mouth and the mental channel between her and him, firmly shut.

There's that, and the fact that he's still talking.

"And, I knew the moment I decided to stay, that I was going to hurt you."

"Yet you did it anyway." She sounds tired even to her own ears.

"I, please believe me, I didn't want to. You're important to me, you always have been," she flinches but he doesn't stop, "but I knew I'd live the rest of my life waiting for this moment- the opportunity to go back, to have that second chance with her. If it hadn't happened..." He took a deep breath, "While I don't regret what I've done, I do regret hurting you."

"Yeah, well. It is what it is, isn't it?" She says, offering a brittle smile, "At least you got your happily ever after."

"Tex-" his tone is a warning but she's not sure what he's planning to do exactly with brittle bones and papery skin.

"You did, didn't you?" She interjects.

"Yes, I did, but-"

"I'm glad for you, Steve." She says softly, and damn if that doesn't hurt to say, but she means it- or at least she wants to mean it badly enough that it sounds genuine when it comes out of her mouth.

The look on his face only confirms that too; he's visibly shocked- just as shocked as she is, and his blue eyes are once again welling up with tears and she watches, rooted to her spot, as fat, rolling tears stream down his age worn face.

"I'm sorry." He says again, brokenly, almost a sob, as he reaches a slightly shaking hand up to wipe away his own tears.

"I know." She says, reaching into her jacket pocket to produce a couple fresh napkins. When he sees them, he lets out a watery laugh.

"Did you bring those for me, or for you?" He asks.

"Doesn't matter, does it?" She asks, carefully and slowly stretching out her hand to dab away what tears remain on his cheeks. He's still crying but she can see the soldier in him rising up. "They're not going to waste, regardless."

When she's done, he gently grabs her wrist and she lets him. "Why?" He asks, taking the tissues from her before letting go.

"Why what?"

"Why are you. Well." He sighs, posture straight, face dry, and ah, the soldier has indeed taken over. "Why are you being nice to me still?"

"Would you believe me if I told you I don't like to see old men cry?"

"Yes but-"

"Because I still love you," she hissed, not bothering to hide the bitterness and pain from her words, "because unlike you, I didn't get a lifetime to process what you did to me, and I don't know, I'm still an Empath, and maybe that's to blame."

"Or maybe," he says, "It's because you're you."

He's looking at her with an all too familiar knowing smile, one that doesn't fit yet completely belongs under the age spots and wrinkles. His eyes still shine like they used to. She frowns and he drops it.

"Tex," he says, "I'm sorry I hurt you."

Before she can tell him anything, he puts his hand up.

"And," he adds, "I don't expect your forgiveness."

Something in her chest sinks. "You. You don't?"

"No." He says firmly. "No I don't. Not because I don't believe you have it within you to forgive me, but because I know I don't-"

"Shut up!" She exclaims, nails digging into her denim clad thigh, "you don't get to make that call for me."

"Please stop, then." He says, gesturing to her hands.

"You don't get to ask me to stop either." She says, but she does anyway.

"What I meant to say," Steve murmurs after a moment of silence, "was I understand you're angry, and I know you're justified to feel this way."

He pauses for an inevitable outburst but she holds her tongue. When he sees she won't, he continues,

"And if you never find it within you to forgive me, I'll understand. If you want to never see me again, or talk to me again, I'll understand."

"Steve-"

"You're going up in a few weeks," he continues, tapping his bag before reaching in and pulling out a book, "and before you go, I'd like you to have this. I've uh, I've held onto it for long enough."

She knows exactly what it is the moment she lays eyes on it and she almost doesn't take it but his hand is shaking so she does.

"What's in it?" She says softly.

"You." He says simply, "it's all you, and the other Avengers, but mostly you. My memories of moments that I... well. I had been planning on capturing it all down and I finally had the- had the time to do so."

She can feel tears threatening to spill forth from her own eyes and she holds it to her chest.

"Steve, I.. I don't- I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive you for what you did to me." She says, daring to meet his eyes. They're full of understanding, and sorrow, and they're blurry and she blinks hard.

"I know," he says gently, "And like I said, I don't expect you to."

"Some part of me hates you, you know."

"I understand that too." He looks like he wants to say more but seems to think better of it and she's not sure whether to be grateful or not.

"I don't, I don't know if I'll- if I'll," she's choking on sobs now, and that's it, she has to get a hold of herself but the words rush out before she can contain them.

"I don't know if I'll ever be able to love someone again."

Steve's hand twitches but he keeps it in his lap and she's immensely grateful.

"You will." Steve says firmly.

"How can you be so sure?" She demands, pulling more tissues out of her jacket to fiercely dab her face.

"Because," he says slowly, catching her gaze and making her hold it, "you're you."

"Please-"

"And because you're you," he says, "I know you will. It's just.." he pauses, sighs sadly, "it's just, it was never supposed to be me. I was never to hold your heart, and, I think deep down, you knew that you were never supposed to hold mine."

She barks out an ugly laugh and opens her mouth but Steve continues so quietly, and so softly, that she listens.

"Even still, you held my hand. May I ask, selfishly, one last thing of you? Would you please hold my hand now? Only for a couple minutes, and let me say, one more time, that I'm sorry? With not just words, but with my own feelings?"

'No' she thinks.

"Okay." She says.

He nods, eyes shining again, and rests his hand in between them. With a sigh, she takes it and lets down her mental shields. She's learned to read emotions passively and not just actively, and relies on that as she tentatively allows him to take her hand in his.

Sorrow courses through her mind, sorrow and grief steeped until potent with age. If she weren't working so hard to keep the emotions at a distance within her mind, she would've screamed with it.

"I'm sorry." He says, and she's not sure if he's apologizing for hurting her now or before. He squeezes her fingers gently. His eyes are closed.

"I know." She says, too afraid to squeeze back but she does, if only a little. "I know you are. I knew before you offered your hand."

"Because you're an Empath?"

"No." She says, trembling, "Because you're you."

Relief and sparkling joy filter through from him, effervescent and explosive, and with that emotional transference, Tex puts up her walls silently, without warning, and just allows him to hold her hand for a while longer.

She briefly wonders what they might look like to strangers, an old, old man and a young woman such as herself. Maybe they see a Grandfather and his Granddaughter.

The thought hurts more than it humors.

Finally, he lets go and she in turn lets him. He's got tears in his eyes once again, but they're grateful and gone before they can fall.

"Thank you," he says, before slowly getting up off the bench and she follows suit.

"Thank you too." She says, and this time, she knows for certain she means it. Her heart breaks still, looking at him, but she's grateful. Her anger, the red tide that it is, has receded, replacing in it's wake an emotion she's not completely sure of but it settles in her chest, heavy but not suffocating.

"Will I see you? Before you leave?" Steve asks.

"If you come to see me off." Tex replies, sticking the sketchbook under her arm.

"Then I'll see you." He says, leaning in and she lets him kiss her cheek. "Until then."

She nods. "Until then."

As she watches him semi-walk, semi-shuffle away, the heaviness in her chest lightens. She's still not sure what it is, but it's there to stay, she knows that much. When he disappears from sight, she realizes that she's not upset about it. It'll go away when it's time, just like she will, in a couple weeks.

Until then, she has other people to see.

She goes back to Xavier's mansion, sees Storm and Logan and the others. Storm holds her close and tells her she's loved, that she will always have a place back at the mansion if she wants it. Logan seethes in absolute, quiet rage for her. His anger wraps around her, envelopes her but doesn't suffocate- instead, it soothes like a blanket against the cold emptiness Steve's left behind. She was wronged. She was hurt. She didn't deserve it. Tex knows she's going to have to cling to this to heal, and privately, she thanks him.

Steve indeed shows up to see her off into space.

She forgives him before she walks into that space ship. She spent weeks over this, over learning to let go of him, and what he did, and she knows she isn't going to take Steve with her to the Stars. No way. Absolutely not. The only thing related to her past that is coming with her is Thor. Everyone else in the Avengers team is either dead or have started a new chapter in their own lives. Standing next to Thor, knowing at least he will remain to take the next step with her, comforts her beyond what words can describe. He's one of her few remaining best friends- she wouldn't want anyone else to go with her into the future.

She forgives Steve. Truly. She opens the emotional connection between them one last time so he can feel it. He cries again and she holds him, shutting the door to her heart one last time to him. It won't open again. Thor takes a moment to shake Steve's hand, smile more of a grimace as his eyes keep traveling back to Tex. They exchange quiet words she can't hear.

Thor holds her hand as the ship goes up, as Steve becomes nothing more than a small dot, squeezing it gently with a delicacy that belies his immense strength.

The Guardians are quiet if not friendly, sensing there's something painful in the air around her and she's not sure if they're all just observant or if she's accidentally leaking emotion. Tex watches the Earth disappear. She's forgiven Steve. Now it's time for her to find forgiveness for herself. Perhaps she'll find it amongst the stars. Thor's own grief resonates with hers, and she hopes that when she does find forgiveness for herself, that he'll let her share it with him, help him let go. Until then, they've a whole universe to explore and the relief they're searching for is out there, waiting to be discovered.

[mystorl]

Hey Howdy Hey Frendo! Hopefully I’m not bothering you, but sense you seem to be the only other bleed fan on tumblr ( who’s still active) I just want to ask if you have any headcannons, and if so, what are they?

Again sorry if I’m bothering you

Sincerely, Quill

(oh don't worry about bothering me!) Alrighty I got like, a few. So lets jot them down!

Wryn: -One half of me wants to think her hair is dyed and her nautral hair color is the orange hair that player 2 Wryn has, the other half says thats pink is just her nautral hair color.

-She is both super energetic, and a eepy fella at the same time. One second shes out and about, the next snork mimimi.

-She doesn't mind being around kids, but she does mind being swarmed by fans. The Rival: -He is 100% a softy deep down, underneath all that rough and tough ego he just wants to be loved and adored.

-He at least had to have a hand in making all of the core bosses, or maybe even was the one piloting them in the first game?

-Likes Wryn, as a friend. He's not into girls. Valentine: -Probbly grew up in a rich family, and her whole "villian" thing is just her getting some independence from her controling family.

-Unlike most of the cast her powers are indeed non-mechanical in nature. Wryn probbly uses jet boosters in her shoes and The Rival has the whole building robots n stuff, she can just straight up use her weird energy magic stuff.

-Was once hostile to the world, but over time she softened up, mostly thanks to Wryn. (And the two might have fallen in love :>) (and why not a few of the boss/side charaters):

Red Sprite: -She probbly has a TON of birds at home, she just uses robo birds in her fight cus she'd rather not have those ones die.

-Is buddys with The Ninja and Rex Rocket, shes the cool mom of the group.

-Probbly was unintentionally Valentine's gay awakening.

The Ninja: -Almost never talks, so most think their mute.

-Is buddys with Red Sprite and Rex Rocket, but they only come to hang out and play games, not a ton of socilizing.

-Thought of Wryn as "A worthy foe"

Rex Rocket: -Just a ball of sunshine, a little goober that likes rockets. :D

-Is buddys with Red Sprite and The Ninja, he keeps the group together with his optimism and joyfulness.

-Had no idea he was with the villains, Valentine just told him "hey you can shoot rockets all you want if you join us" and Rex was like "YEAAA"

[tempest-toss]

Food for Fools

(please heed tags)

Taking a deep breath, Matthias went to his assigned cubby and looked through his bag, brow furrowed at how most of his items were missing. His phone, charger, and wallet were all missing, and he surmised that all of his comapnions' items were absent too. Thankfully his blank journal was still left in, along with a pencil, so he took them both. Finally with a tossing of the old map in the trash, he made his way to the food stalls.

The stalls were empty but the aromatic whiff of fresh food delighted Matthias' nose, as he could get whiffs of meat, popcorn, and more. As he ventured through he saw what seemed to be Natalie sitting at one of the stalls, eating something with a fork. Matthias approached her, thankful for finding someone he knew. As he got near he tripped on his own shoe and fell down. He sighed, ready to hear her laugh at him for being a klutz, but nothing came out of Natalie's mouth. As Matthias began to stand up he saw a gruesome sight.

Leading from Natalie's stomach underneath the stand was her intestines! They were slowly being pulled out from her ripped open abdomen and steadily being taken under the stall. Matthias looked up sharply to Natalie, finding her face void of any emotion, eyes hollow and gazing into nothing, as tiny strings manipulated her mouth and hand, force feeding her body her own organ.

"Hey suga, how are you doin'?" The voice caused Matthias to yelp as he turned to see the stall owner appear. She was a woman about 40 year in age, dressed like a country woman, making sausages; sausages out of Natalie's intestines. "Ya interested in eating a nice, healthy meal?" Matthias wanted to throw up

"uh, no, sorry I can't eat, i'm a vegetarian." Matthias lied.

"...Then why are you at the sausage stall?" Matthias sweat at being caught in such a flimsy lie.

"Uh, I lost my glasses near the front and thought you were making...uh...donuts!" The stall lady looked confused before giving a genuine smile.

"Oh dearie, ya shoulda said sump'in. Martin has a spare of them eye correctors, jus head down to the end of the stalls and give him a howdy do." Matthias did just that, bidding the woman a wave before continuing onward.

As he continued down, it seemed that all of the attendents had popped up out of nowhere, as suddenly every stall had someone preparing some type of food, with varying degrees of weirdness. A man making popcorn from his dandruff, a woman being mauled by a tiger so she can pour her blood onto a snow cone, and a woman spinning her tears into cotton candy were just a few of the denizens that Matthias passed by as he made his way down the aisle of food stalls. At the end was a young man dressed as a bartender, a stark contrast to the other vendors in front of him.

"What would you like, sir?" The man, presumably Martin, spoke.

"Ah, I came here for some glasses?" Matthias hesitantly asked.

"There's hesitancy in your voice. You don't drink and you don't need glasses. Why are you here?" Martin asked after analyzing Matthias.

"Look, people around me are dying and I just want to get out!" Matthias explained, voice cracking in his urgency. Martin sighed and grabbed a glass to begin cleaning it.

"I know. I was kidnapped years ago and forced to work here. I had a chance to escape with some others and it backfired. I was spared from her torture." Martin set down his glass and spoke to Matthias seriously. "Best bet for you is to find a location and hide there for the next six hours. Go to the Ferris Wheel and scout out some locations, and then pray if you believe in that for some protection."

As Matthias thanked him and turned to leave he heard Martin shout at the top of his lungs "WE'VE GOT AN INTRUDER!" Matthias whipped around just in time to hear Martin give a soft "sorry" before disappearing into the shadows. All the vendors were in an uproar, each brandishing a weapon as the stormed out of their stalls and made their way to Matthias, screeching threats against him. One of them, in their desperate attempt to be the front of the crowd, knocked over a large pot, filling the area with steam. Matthias had a small fragment of time to figure out what to do next

Threat Level: Increasing

Remaining Survivors: 14/16

Injuries: none

Mental state: More Disturbed.

Key Items: Notebook and Pencil

[milkytheholy1]

Marvel Masterlist

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

Dream, Dream, Dream - Wanda x GN Reader

You're eyes flew open, your back hunched over and your breathing heavy. You continued to pant as you regained your sense of awareness, feeling your chest tighten with every deep inhale.

America was by you in a second, a calming hand placed onto your shoulder and soothing words like "It's ok" and "You're ok now."

Are you happy? - Wanda x Female Reader

Minor spoilers for Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness

Apple pie - Wanda x GN Reader

Wanda Maximoff x GNReader. Set during Wandavision, I hope you get confused!

Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver

Adventures in parenting 101 - Peter x Female Reader

Could we get some peter maximoff x reader being new parents and raising a kid in the mansion?

A typical sitcom - Peter x Female Reader

Hey everyone, so I was really in a debate to post this since it doesn't feature much interaction between Peter and the reader, however, some of you said you still wanted to read it so here we go. This oneshot is set during the 80s era of Wandavision and is mainly just a normal sitcom. And sorry, I know it's not gender-neutral like most of my oneshots but it's very rare now, unless it's a request, where I don't do a gender-neutral reader. Sorry if that cause an inconvenience for anyone, but the gender isn't that much of the story save for a few words. Enjoy!

I want a date - Peter x GN Reader

Howdy! So like everyone I've been obsessed with Wandavision, especially in the last two eps (5, 6). So recently I went back and binged the last few X-Men movies and had to write something for my boy Peter Maximoff, please bear with me this is the first time I've ever written for this character and I'm not that well inversed with the X-Men franchise. I'll most definitely write more of Peter in the future as well as all the TMNT requests that I need to get through. Thanks for your patience though, I promise I'll get through all the requests! Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Yelena Belova

Another failed mission - Yelena X GN Reader

Just a quick little oneshot, all fluff, never written for Yelena before but I've been dying to for a while, hope you enjoy!

Kate Bishop

Lodger on the couch - Kate x Female Reader

There's a lodger in the apartment and it's about time he left, but who will do it? The reader, Kate or the lodger himself?

Peter Parker/Spider-Man

Is this the only reason you dropped by? - Peter x Female Reader

Summary: Spiderman visits his favourite civilian.

Meet the parents - Peter x Female Reader

Summary: A meet the parents dinner gets interrupted.

Loki

Not even if you bribe me - Loki x Female Reader

Set during Avengers 2012 ending battle.

Peter Quill/Starlord

I'm Not In Love - Peter x Female Reader

A song brings up memories for Quill as the reader tries to help him though it.

Infinity - Peter x Female Reader

Based on Avengers Infinity War when the Guardians are introduced.

Bucky Barnes/The Winter Solider

I want to learn more - Bucky x Female Reader

The glint of silver shone brightly through the midnight gloom, the raindrops pattering down onto the metal slowly trailing off and dripping onto the hard concrete beneath him. His gun was placed by his side, his hand hovering over it in case they shot first.

Do you regret it? - Bucky x Female Reader

Short story, Bucky and the reader broke up on mutual terms but sometimes the heart wants what the heart wants the question is does Bucky regret it?

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Do you regret it Final

Prom 2.0 - Bucky x Female Reader

The readers prom was a complete disaster so Bucky and the others try to make it up to them.

Part of the beginning is the end - Bucky x Female Reader

Endgame spoilers beware!!!

Date night - Bucky x Female Reader

I don't know where I'm gonna be five years from now, but I pray to god it's somewhere with a beautiful view and beside you.

Last longer - Bucky x Female Reader

Reader takes a shower, Bucky’s at the door and someone loses a bet.

Hurt - Bucky x Female Reader

May I suggest one? When Bucky recently joined the avengers, he starts getting small panic attacks. One day, it’s so bad, (y/n) has to help him out of it before he hurts himself.

Dreams - Bucky x Female Reader

Bucky's mind is plagued with nightmares of his former allies and friends what happens when he isn't alone this time to deal with it all.

[dracona11687]

Wallace starts painting

The dream with the window again. <please Wally this isn’t you! You have to remember!> the house creaked and groaned.

Wally wasn’t sure what he had to remember or what this place was. But it smelled of apples and tasted like blood. He looked down at his hands and they felt right, more than they ever had before. They were felt, yellow, and had one less finger each. But they felt right. He walked away from the window and let his feet carry him. His steps took him to a canvas and a paint set.

Wallace awoke feeling more tired than he had when he went to sleep. He looked at the window and saw that it was still dark. He let out a gentle groan as he stood and went to the mirror in the bathroom. He flicked on the light after a moment of confusion.

His reflection didn’t look right. Even as everything looked as it was meant to. His pale skin paler than normal, his hands with all five fingers, and his messy dyed hair. His pupils were shrunken to pinpricks.

“Nothing is wrong.” He whispered only to himself.

He eyed the clock on the wall. 4:30. He would need to leave in a few hours. He wouldn’t likely be able to fall asleep again. He felt a strong urge to do something, but he didn’t know what. Maybe something with paint, he thought.

He began to hum a soft lullaby as he grabbed the bright red apple, he had purchased from Howdie’s. He sat in silence as he watched the sunrise. He left the apartment with a soft smile and a strange sense of peace.

As he left he saw Barnaby once more in the dog costume packing up the van full of various party supplies and the picture of his character on the side.

“Hello Barnaby.”

“Oh, hey Wallace, you’re up earlier than normal.”

“So are you.”

“Just getting all my supplies together for today’s event. I’ve been hired for a street fair. What about you what’s got up so early?” Barnaby asked scratching the red stubble on his chin.

“Couldn’t sleep, Had a weird dream. Do you want any help with that?” Wallace asks pointing at the large helium tank still sitting on the side of the building.

“You too huh. And nah, I got it covered.”

Wallace nods and begins to walk away.

“Hey where you off to anyway.”

“I was thinking of going to Howdie’s to see if he has any paint supplies or if I would have to get them from a local crafts store.”

“You sure like buying local, don’t you?”

“I like supporting our neighborhood.”

“Well then then let me give you a ride neighbor.”

Wallace pauses, he and Barnaby were good friends, but it would most certainly be imposing.

“Are you certain?”

“Yeah, it’s on the way anyway.”

<You can trust him, Wally. Barnaby is a good dog.> Wallace can hear almost imperceptibly.

He pauses as he is about to get in his friend’s van. He shook his head the clear the odd not voice out and got in. After all Barnaby may be allergic to chocolate and dress up like a dog but he most certainly wasn’t a dog. He was tempted to berate the strange not voice about calling his friend a dog.

The ride was spent in idle chatter between friends about everything and nothing. Wallace waves goodbye and good luck to his friend before entering the small grocery store.

“Hello Howard.” Wallace greets the storekeeper.

“Oh Wallace, I told you to call me Howdie. Did you order anything by chance?” The darker skinned store owner told him.

“No, I didn’t though I was wondering if you had any painting supplies I could purchase?” Wallace asked.

“Sorry, but no. Though I can give you that package addressed to you.”

“But I didn’t order it.”

“Well somebody ordered it for you because the package was addressed to your apartment, but Eddie didn’t feel comfortable leaving a large package out to be stolen and you’re the only Wallace Dearling in the whole neighborhood.”

“But-”

“Wallace just take it. It’s meant for you after all.” Howard scolded before giving Wallace a meaningful look.

Wallace felt and abashed apprehension as Howard Handed him the rather large and somewhat heavy package. The only thing on the return address was Home, Neighborhood by all rights the package shouldn’t have even been able to ship. The address though was indeed for his apartment and under his name. He smiled at Howard. He found himself doing that a lot more, smiling.

“Thank you, Howard.”

The man smiled back as Wallace put a large bushel of red delicious on the counter.

“Could I get these as well.”

“Of course.”

Wallace left the store with a large bushel of apples and a mysterious package. When Wallace returned to his small New York apartment. Wallace frowned as he remembered that today was meant to be his day off and wondered why he had felt the urge to leave. He shrugged and took the strange package to his sofa and began to open it. He gasped in surprise. He most definitely didn’t order this.

It was an old well-worn easel, several blank canvases, and a massive assortment of what appeared to be quality paints, pastels, and brushes. He felt almost overwhelmed.

He set up the canvas and before he even realized what he was doing he was already painting the strokes soft and uncertain. But soon an image formed much like when he worked on a design on a computer. It was strangely soothing and felt right.

[morbidshay]

5/9/24

Hey, Hi Hello, Howdy. How is everyone's Thursday going? That's not rhetorical, I actually wanna know. (me waiting for you to comment)

Here's mine:

I came home from my first Rover stay of the year. It was a nice home and nice people and good dogs. yesterday which was my last day, I noticed myself overstimulated and toward dysregulation. I kept asking myself why I felt that way, and to my surprise "because you're fucked up" was not the answer. I was able to pick out things in my situation that are dysregulating to neurotypical people so must be dysregulating for my neurodivergent brain. Considering that a win.. lets go?.. lets...go?

since I was overstimulated, I had a harder time engaging with my mom. She tends to ignore what I am saying, whether it's on purpose or not, but I also have a hard time accepting answers that didn't read from the script in my brain. however,,, I tried telling her last night I needed some time away from questions, and she thought I was joking. She even mocked the way I was using my hands to talk after I tried to be clearer on my boundaries. Then a while after that she asked why I was in a bad moon all of a sudden. so that was cash money.

low motivation the past couple of days

feel trapped in my home life, I know my mom does too, but she doesn't work on the things she can change. I am cleaning the house the best I can, (mom is a lil bit of a hoarder) but she doesn't put in the same energy. I am literally cleaning up after her.

I am upset at the smallest things recently but more to do with my partner. They are literally heaven sent and they will tell me things out of their day. (That's really important because they are very avoidant) but then I get upset for small details of the story or the way they told the story or the way they feel about the story. In my body and mind I feel as if me applies logic and reason and can talk myself out of it, but then there is this other me, that can only feel emotional towards it. The other me still has the knowledge of logic and reason but cannot apply it. So I am left with my brain saying "STOP IT YOURE FINE" and then my body feeling like it's dying and words and concepts coming out of my mouth that I do not full heartedly agree with. There have even been times after I say something I didn't consent to that I will say out loud I did not mean that, that I do not agree with that sentence. anyway this causes issues because when my emotional reactivity is high, their feelings and situations tip me off so then that makes my partner feel quite shit.

I also feel like when I have feelings, whether I agree with them or not, my other me,,,,needs to start conflict. Like I have figured out I am searching for someone to be mean. maybe so they're the problem or maybe because

Anyway, today was a big long one, sorry for spilling my brain everywhere, thank you if you read it all. It's raw and vulnerable. Keep it real keep it 100, talk to you guys soon.

Song of day:

[astralis01]

Tim Drake X Reader: Dinner

 Request: Tim x male reader . Tim bring his bf to the manner for a family dinner and crazy shit happening in that night.

Requested By: @imgayandilikeit

“You know Master Tim, you should bring your boyfriend to meet us tomorrow,” Alfred said as the whole Wayne family had sat down to eat dinner. A blanket of silence encased them broken by Dick who exclaimed, “Wait, Timmy has a boyfriend?”

Tim looked at his plate and then glared at Dick and said, “Yes, I have a boyfriend. His name is Y/n and he’s very nice.”

Cass signed from the other end We are happy for you while Stephanie slapped him on his back and exclaimed, “I knew it you had it into you to confess to him.”

Bruce, who was sitting silently at the table then said, “Why don’t you bring him over as Alfred suggested. We could meet him tomorrow.”

Damian glared and then smirked and said, “Oh yes, we have to see how much is Drake paying him to act like his beloved.”

Tim got up and screamed at him, “Oh you little-. Wait, I’ll just call him to give you your peace of mind Demon.”

Dick spoke up, “Timmy, you don’t-”

Tim glared at everyone as if daring to object and said, “No I do. Anyway, I need to ask him about the dinner.”

Tim dialled Y/n’s number, still glaring at everyone when the rising stopped. A soft voice was heard from the other side and Tim’s face softened. “Hey Timmy, you fine?”

“Yeah, thought I’d call you to ask something. You free at 8 tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Well, my family is insisting on meeting you. You okay with that?”

“Oh yes. Wait, a minute Timmy.” There were some shuffling sounds heard on the other end and then the voice rang out, “Noice, noice, noice. I’ll be there. Wayne Manor, right?”

“I’ll pick you up.”

There was laughing at the other end and then the voice said, “Dude, I know how to drive and Wayne Manor is the big, famous building. I’ll reach there.”

“You drive like a maniac.”

“No Timmy. I drive like someone who knows to live life to its fullest. We die wild.”

“Please don’t.”

“I’ll try to. See you tomorrow then. Bonne Nuit.”

“French today, huh. Well, then Bonne Nuit to you too.”

And with that, the voice was cut off and Tim said, “Well, does that satisfy you all. Now, let’s eat.” His voice did not leave any room for argument.

Cass signed You two are very cute.

Tim sighed and ran his fingers through his already messy hair and said, “Thank you.”

——————————————————

The next day was a tense affair. At sharp 8, there was a knock on the door. Tim practically skipped opening the door. There stood Y/n, in all his glory with a container in his hands.

“Hey, Timmy. I brought some of my lava cake for you guys. Hopefully, you all do like cake.”

Dick barrelled towards both of them and said, “Oh we do love cake, especially chocolate cakes. Please come in.”

Y/n handed Dick the cake who joyfully took it from his hands and flipped over the couch with the container tightly grasped in his hands.

He then walked over to Tim and said, “Hey babe. Howdy?” and then leaned over to kiss Tim on his cheeks.

Tim blushed and tried to push him away but anyone who was looking at the couple could see that he wasn’t trying very hard. After that, Y/n was approached by Cass and Stephanie.

“You dating Tim?” Cass’ broken English question was voiced out. Y/n looked confused, looked towards Tim and then looked back at Cass and nodded. Cass gave a nod of approval and before anybody could grasp what was happening, Y/n was flipped over. Tim yelled, “Cass” and rushed over to help him up but then Cass stopped him. “You hurt Tim, you get worse,” Cass said.

Y/n got up from the floor, rubbing his head and grinned at Tim, “You didn’t tell me you had such a badass sister,” and then he looked at her and said, “I’m pretty sure my accounts will be gone if I hurt Tim, but thanks for the warning. A formal hello in place. My name is Y/n. Nice to meet you, Cass, I assume.” Cass smiled happily and shook the hand which was given to him.

Then he moved to Steph and said, “Dude, nice to see you here”, and hugged her while Steph said, “Well, it was a surprise that he kept it a secret from me.”

Tim moved from his place and said, “Come, Bruce is waiting for us.” Tim then leaned over to give him a fleeting kiss on his cheeks and then moved his fingers to intertwine with Y/n’s.

The welcoming committee behind them was almost dying with how cute they both were but refrained from saying anything.

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Dinner was a tense affair but Y/n continued to eat so it was a win for the Bat clan and Bruce awkwardly broke the silence, “So how long have you two been dating?” Y/n continued to eat but when he heard that no one was answering he looked up and saw that the question was directed to him.

“Oh, sorry. I thought you asked Tim but we’ve been dating for like 6 months now, I think.” He looked to Tim and said, “This food is delicious. When we were suffering because of our combined horrible attempts at cooking, why didn’t you tell me about this,” while gesturing towards the food on the table as if trying to capture what his words could not say.

Tim tried to answer but then Damian who was sitting beside Bruce said, “Is Drake paying you to be his significant other because all he does is sit inside and work.”

Y/n burst out laughing and said, “Oh my god. Timmy, your family is pure gold, why didn’t I meet them earlier?” Tim pouted and said, “Because I knew this was going to happen. You were going to team up with my family to bully me.”

Everyone was looking at the interaction like it was some kind of tennis match when Alfred appeared and saved Tim a lot of embarrassment before Y/n could answer Damian’s question and said, “It is nice to know that you appreciate my cooking but could you please repeat what you said about your joint efforts at cooking.”

Y/n looked awkwardly at Alfred and said, “Well, I was doing fine with my microwave and making my food in that when Mr Disaster decided that he was going to try to make something sweet for me and then suddenly I come home to find my microwave destroyed thoroughly because he forgot to do something. could you repeat what you did, Space Case?”

Tim looked at Alfred sheepishly and said, “I was doing it all according to the instruction but then it caught on fire and poured water on it. I did get you a new one.”

Y/n then pointed his fork towards him and said, “Alien, you got me an oven.”

Alfred looked like he was on a verge of a heart attack and then Damian said, “Drake, even with your so-called intelligence, you tried to put out an electric fire with water?”

Tim looked at Dick, Cass and Stephanie for support, all three of them shrugged and said, “We all might have to agree with Damian.”

Bruce then wiped his fingers on his napkin and said, “Tim, you know that you put out an electric fire with a woollen blanket, right?”

Tim groaned and said, “Of course I do now but if Mr Microwave would have told me that before, his microwave would not be destroyed.”

“Tin-man, seriously. I thought you knew,” Y/n said.

But with the introduction to his carefree attitude, stories were exchanged with Tim’s failures to be a proper human being were the highlight and soon Y/n had to head home.

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Leaving Y/n at the gate, near which his motorcycle was parked, Tim said, “You could stay here the night.”

Y/n laughed and pecked his lips and said, “I didn’t pack and come properly enough to stay overnight, but thanks for the offer.”

He drove away, leaving Tim on the grounds of the Manor, wistfully looking towards the direction his boyfriend was gone in while the occupants of the manor looked onto the couple with a smile on their faces.

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Their reaction to their Fem!S/o becoming drunk; confesses their love for, and then trying to seduce them. Then changing their mind and only wanting to give kisses and snuggle while continuing to confess their love.

Kaoru Hanayama:

He would find it a mix of endearing as well as amusing. More so depending on if his s/o is more shy or outgoing.

The shyer they are, he will tease them while holding them.

More outgoing, he will admire their honesty and boldness to openly talk about their feelings.

He finds it cute that they are teary eyed and confessing their love for him.

When they try to seduce him, kissing his face, caressing his neck, chest, grinding into his lap, he gets serious and a bit hot under the collar.

Hands going up and down their body, lifting their shirt off, and playing with the clasp of their pants…

Until his s/o becomes teary eyed again and goes back to confessing their love and saying they want to cuddle in bed for the rest of the night.

He’d chuckle at the turn of events, carrying his s/o to their shared bed and letting them have their cuddly way with him.

Hemming and haa-ing at his partners musings, stating his own feelings for them by holding them a little tighter, and just enjoying their presence.

“ There are no words elegant enough to describe my feelings for you “

Jack Hanma:

He’d 100% be laughing and enjoying their drunken shenanigans.

Since he's so freaking BeEfY, it takes a lot to get him drunk, so watching his s/o get smashed is always a verified good time.

Be ready to be teased relentlessly the morning after regardless of how bad the hangover is.

He knows they love him through their actions, so them taking the time to confess with their words only feeds his ego.

Though hearing them say it in public strokes his ego in the best way. Expect to be pinned to the nearest wall.

So when their confessions turn to incorrigible flirting, kisses, and steamy touches, he’s 1000% down for it.

He’d pick them up ASAP and move them somewhere more comfortable.

This isn’t the first time his s/o got this shit faced and he knows he has a time limit before they return to their lovesick coo-ing.

He’ll be trying to keep the mood going for as long as he can.

Unless his partner tells/shows him otherwise

We do not stand by boundary stompers in this house, no ma’am

When the mood eventually fizzles out, he’s fine to deal with his pent up vibes on his own time.

Being content with having his inebriated s/o ‘s coo-ing and the cuddles they offer.

Opting to Open a few beers for himself, resolved that he’s missed his window anyways.

if there is no sex tonight why not get shitfaced together?

“ No one drives me crazy like you do, never change. ”

Baki Hanma: (aged up to mid twenties)

Baki would be drunk with them.

Serenading each other with sappy love songs

hugging each other while repeatedly trying to one up each other in affection

“ I love you the most”

“No I love YOU the mostest”

“Well fuck you, I love you the morest”

He’s spent his life fighting and becoming stronger, so he hasn’t spent all that much time, if at all, around alcohol and building a tolerance to it.

Like give this man-child some bread please

So when his s/o tries to bring the sexy, it goes over his head.

He’s oblivious to their advances. All he knows is he needs to tell them he loves them more than they love him.

He’d touch their forehead with his, and just stare at them in a drunken haze,

“ Hey y/n, listen I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise. Just stay with me so I can protect you”

Beware of projectile vomit inbound.

Yujiro Hanma:

The absolute EGO BOOST this man gets

If they were somewhere public he is grinning and laughing like the mad man he is.

He’d be running his hands up and down his s/o back, sides, legs. Just enjoying the feeling of his rough, calloused hands rubbing against their much softer skin.

He’s half listening to them after a while, mostly just enjoying his own buzz and feeling them up.

When he feels them grind against him, his full attention is back on them.

He’ll give them a choice to stop here, if they don’t then they should expect to not walk tomorrow.

“ If you know what's good for you dollface, you'll have some water and call it a night. Unless you want to be my chew toy that is. ”

Kaioh Retsu:

Retsu would be loving the cuddles, and general fawning from his s/o.

Although he is concerned about the amount of alcohol they’ve consumed, he can’t help but find the blush on their cheeks to be adorable and in general just admiring them

Welcome to cuddle town

He’s making sure they are hydrated, giving them snacks, and just doing his best to help minimize the hangover that will be coming in the morning.

When they eventually try to seduce him, he becomes rigid.

He feels like he would be taking advantage of them in this state, so he's going to be doing everything in his power to settle them down.

Though he can't hide the deep blush on his face, no matter how much he wants to.

He’d keep them close to his side, still wanting to take care of them

tracing patterns on their back, and telling them stories from his time at the temple, and his travels.

Eventually he’d lull his drunken s/o to sleep, staring at their relaxed expression and be so content and proud to have them as his own.

“ Let’s stay like this, just a little while longer ”

Katsumi Orochi:

He’d be pretty bashful, as he was out drinking with his s/o, Atsushi Suedo, Kiyosumi Katou, and his Shinshinkai comrades.

Having his s/o clinging to him as they confess their feelings makes him feel a sense of pride.

They choose him, out of all the fighters, the men and women around them, they choose to be with him.

Katou and Suedo would be teasing the hell out of the pair.

Now imagine the awkward silence when y/n becomes a little spicy

Katsumi is red in the face, fumbling his words, unable to form a syllable, let alone a full sentence.

Katou is dying from laughter, cracking jokes, and in general just being Katou.

And Suedo is hiding his face, that's his brother’s partner and he (Suedo) is a respectful gentleman after all!

Ignore the gap in his fingies.

Katsumi would eventually regain enough composure to scoop up his s/o in his arms and go for the door.

He’s determined that now is a good time to call it a night for the two of them.

Whether they were able to sober up a bit during the escape or not, Katsumi would insist on carrying them all the way to their shared home.

They just look so cute in his arms, he might explode at the cuteness.

“ Like hell I’ll ever let you go. Now or ever, you're stuck with me ”

[whomst-art-thou-whomst-whomst]

Texts from The Lost Tomb, part 3

I didn’t mean for this to stray into angst but like the lack of updates with Li Cu in LTR?? I had to do it to em.

Wushanju Crew Chat, 11:05pm

Li Cu: what’s up losers I’m outside

Li Cu: someone come on and open the damn door

Wang Meng: Language:(

Li Cu: fine, someone come on and open the damn door please

Snake Eyes Chat, 7:00am

Wu Xie: hey are you awake? Sorry I missed you coming in:) was finishing up some work. How was the end of your first semester? Did that geology paper go well? Did the food budget work out or do you need some extra money next semester?

Li Cu: yeah about your work

Li Cu: heard a little rumor

Li Cu: about you going through some stuff during ur recent trip

Li Cu: some stuff you maybe forgot to mention

Li Cu: and you told me we gotta check in with stuff, so this is me checking in, okay

Wu Xie: oh? What stuff?

Li Cu: idk just like

Li Cu: THE STUFF WITH YOU ALMOST FUCKING DYING FOR FUCKING MONTHS AND THE WAREHOUSE SHIT AND ERJING AND PEOPLE HURT YOU AND WHAT THE FUCK IS A THUNDER CITY AND NOONE FUCKING CALLED ME ABT THOSE PARTS ONCE

Wu Xie: oh. That stuff.

Li Cu: yeah asshat I’m in the kitchen whenever you’re ready to explain your fucking bullshit. Also you’re out of milk wtf how am I supposed to make breakfast here

Main Chat, 11:14am

Wu Xie: okay so it’s possible I fucked up a little bit.

Wang Pangzi: THERES JUST SO MUCH YOU COULD BE REFERRING TO I DONT KNOW WHERE TO START

Zhang Qiling: What’s wrong?

Honorary Wu Chat, 11:30am

Wang Pangzi: KID IM SO SORRY THAT PUNK IS A TRAINWRECK BUT YOU KNEW THAT

Wang Meng: Welcome home, Li Cu <3 not much has changed, ultimately.

Wang Pangzi: IT DIDNT EVEN OCCUR TO ME THAT HE WOULDNT TELL YOU EVERYTHING ABOUT IT ONCE THE REST OF US FIGURED IT OUT

WAIT HOW DID YOU FIND OUT

Li Cu: it’s okay. not your fault, uncle. Doesn’t matter how I found out. Wait wait hold on what do you mean “the rest of us figured it out” who figured it out

Wang Pangzi: SAY HELLO LIU SANG

Liu Sang: …hello.

Wang Pangzi: SAY MORE THAN THAT.

Liu Sang: uh…so you’re Wu Xie’s protégé, huh?

Li Cu: oh well howdy there homewrecker

Liu Sang: Excuse me??

Zhang Qiling: I think someone on the roof is calling me and I should go find out.

Wang Meng: I would also very much like to be removed from this conversation.

Wang Pangzi: AHAHAHAHA KIDDO IVE MISSED YOU

Li Cu: all I’m saying is aren’t you the little creep who’s obsessed with Xiao Ge

Liu Sang: ???

Zhang Qiling: Li Cu is referring to a brief period of irrational thought on Wu Xie’s part, where he mistakenly believed you to be a threat to our relationship.

Liu Sang: what do you mean a threat??

Wang Pangzi: WHAT DO YOU MEAN TIANZHEN HAD “A BRIEF PERIOD OF IRRATIONAL THOUGHT”

YOUVE MET YOUR HUSBAND RIGHT

Wang Meng: can you please take me off this chat.

Liu Sang: Wait, so Wu Xie told you about me, but…reading between the lines, he didn’t mention the cancer or anything bad that happened? Oh yikes.

Li Cu: don’t change the subject “Liu Sang”

if that is your real name

Like yeah you’re right abt it but still

just saying

heard you got good ears but I’ve got snake powers

kinda

so like no more funny business okay you superhearing harlot

Wang Meng: LANGUAGE, LI CU. IN THIS HOUSE WE SHOW GOOD MANNERS.

Wang Pangzi: LMAO OH DO WE NOW

Zhang Qiling: Li Cu, this is all unnecessary and childish. Please apologize.

Li Cu: you say that now bruh but apparently you weren’t complaining when he was all “idol this” and “idol that”

oh and hey Wang Meng while we’re here can I show you my business class grade report later bc Wu Xie is all “what matters is that you learned and enjoyed the experience” blah blah all eat pray love you know how he gets and I want to actually discuss areas to improve so that when I take over this joint I do better than Wu Xie? Tho that shouldnt be hard lol

Wang Meng: hurtful but accurate. I’ll bring my best red pen:)

Liu Sang: oh my god. I’m too jetlagged to keep up with any of this.

Wang Pangzi: BEST. DAY. EVER. IM SCREENSHOTTING THIS FOR HEI XIAZI.

Not A Homewrecker Chat, 11:52am

Liu Sang: Okay, we started off on the wrong foot.

Li Cu: I agree let’s start over

Start with how your little prank game almost got ppl killed

Liu Sang: And I seriously regret that. But we moved past that.

Wow, he seriously skipped over so much bullshit but didn’t skimp on mine, huh.

Li Cu: AHA so you ADMIT IT

Liu Sang: I’d like to think I’ve grown since then. That I’ve come to see Xiao Ge as a person and mentor, rather than an idol. I count Pangzi and Wu Xie as my close friends. I’m going to be staying here with them right now, I hope you can be okay with that.

Li Cu: see in my head you were going to be a lot less mature about it and I had a bunch of great follow-up insults planned

Liu Sang: I figured. I’d like us to be friends, though. Or at least not enemies.

Li Cu: okay but only bc you don’t know me yet so you won’t judge too much for this and I need to get this out to somebody I’ve been thinking about it for hours and my friends are still in finals and I’m stressing a little bit maybe

Liu Sang: ?

Li Cu: I yelled at dad

*Wu Xie sorry autocorrect

Liu Sang: …uh huh.

Li Cu: I yelled at him earlier. for keeping all that stuff from me. He started crying

Liu Sang: Wu Xie has been pretty emotional since we got back. Not necessarily your fault.

Li Cu: I made him cry right there at the kitchen sink and it felt like maybe the worst thing I’ve ever done

Snake venom and stabbings, no tears

Me saying I wouldn’t have gone to his funeral, all tears

Which I know was shitty to say but I was really mad

Liu Sang: If it’s any consolation, I think Wu Xie can understand the concept of being led by his emotions to make bad decisions…better than most people.

Li Cu: Xiao Ge came in then and looked weird

Like weirder than usual

Like he didn’t know which of us to be more mad at

Liu Sang: A common problem for the iron triangle, I understand.

Li Cu: I just ran out I didn’t have words right then and I feel stupid

but whenever they come back from their walk I’m gonna say sorry and stuff bc i could’ve come home to his funeral and I’m mad about it but also like. I could have come home to his funeral. I can get mean when I’m in a freakout mood. It’s not like I was scared or anything at all I don’t get scared really anymore ever but just like. Freaked out.

Liu Sang: He’s probably going to say sorry, too.

Li Cu: sorry I called you a homewrecker. Didn’t mean to slut-shame either

Liu Sang: I admit that after the initial shock, it was pretty funny. Super hearing harlot, it should be on my business card;)

Li Cu: this situation with Wu Xie is weird but kinda good ya know. And I have these freakouts sometimes that something maybe bad could happen to this situation. So consider this a shovel talk. But like, also not a shovel talk at the same time.

also I appreciate you saving his life and whatnot

Liu Sang: Noted. Now. Coffee?

Li Cu: sounds sick.

Be in the kitchen in 10. You can pick out what we watch for the household tv show tonight. no way is Wu Xie choosing some dry documentary about gravestone rubbings again. Pangzi just watches real housewives reruns and Xiao Ge won’t watch tv after he caught the last half hour of A Walk To Remember. Also i need my phone now to send some $ to Hei Xiazi since I owe him for…providing some intel

Liu Sang: Not even surprised.

[bellasweetwriting]

Hometown

spencer reid x f.reader

(not my gif)

masterlist

plot: the team is dying to meet Spencer’s new girlfriend, not knowing how different you are from him

warnings: my writing, this is a mess in its entirerly idek what I did I had an idea and I just went with it with no plan, oh and pure fluff

word count: 3,5k

"How does she look like?" Asked Garcia to Spencer as he tried to ignore all of the team on his neck, trying to find out the most they can about the doctor's new girlfriend. "Is she brunette? Or blonde? You have a thing for blondes."

"I don't have— why do you guys care anyway?" He tried to defend himself and make them stop asking more questions. "I have a girlfriend, so what?"

"So what?" Repeated Morgan, sitting on top of the paperwork Spencer was filling, making the doctor even more annoyed. "You have a girlfriend, pretty boy! It's a national matter. We are going to find out how she looks like you want it or not."

And that was going to happen sooner than Reid would want to, because when Hotch announced the new case and told them that the place where they were going.

Your hometown.

"Oh crap," Spencer murmured to himself when Hotch revealed the location, making the rest of the team look at him.

Morgan was the one who connected the dots as he knew that Reid's girlfriend wasn't from the city.

"We are visiting Pretty Boy's girlfriend's house, everybody."

He continued to shook his head; this couldn't be happening.

Hotch had to pick up this case on purpose. The only logical explanation for the tragedy that this was for the doctor.

During the whole trip, Emily and Morgan were constantly interrogating Spencer about his girlfriend.

"What does she do? Is she younger? Is she older?" Questioned Emily, but Spencer had his eyes on his book, ignoring their questions. 

"Hey!" Exclaimed Hotch, grabbing everyone's attention. "Garcia booked our rooms in the inn of the town. The sheriff told us that there isn't enough room for us in the police station, and the manager welcomed us to install ourselves in the event hall."

"You spoke to the manager?" Questioned Spencer in a low tone, catching Prentiss and Morgan's attention.

"Garcia did," replied Hotch, looking at his phone.

"It's the manager, isn't it?" Asked Emily with a smile, but Spencer returned to his reading. "We are definitely going to meet her, kid, you can't hide behind your books forever."

"I can try," answered Reid, knowing that Emily was right.

They were going to meet you at some point.

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"Spencer!" Exclaimed a woman as she ran towards the doctor and hugged him. "Long time, no see."

"Hey Amanda, how are you doing?" Asked her Reid, knowing that his friends were watching. "How is your little boy?"

"He's doing great. I want to know how you are. Who are these people you brought with you?" Questioned Amanda, looking at the team behind Spencer.

"It's my team. I work for the FBI, remember? We are here on a case."

"A case? What happened?"

But Spencer wasn't able to answer because he was interrupted by the sound of the door of the kitchen opening. From there, the chef and the receptionist got out, one following the other.

"I am not going to cook for six more people! That's it!"

"For God's sake. For the last time, the manager asked for it, we listen," explained the receptionist, who looked around to see the FBI team watching the scene. "They are here!" Yelled in a whisper, making the chef turn around, tiredly.

"Great. Vegetarians?" Everybody shook their heads. "Good! Then I don't have to change the menu."

"We weren't expecting you to do it. Oh my God, Doctor Reid!" Exclaimed the receptionist, making the chef look at the doctor too. Both men smiled at the sight of Reid. "Long time, no see."

"It's good to see you too," said Spencer with a smile. "May the team and I install in the event hall, Seb?"

The receptionist, Seb, nodded.

"Of course, of course. Welcome to the Florence Inn. My name is Sebastian. I'll be available if you have any questions. Doctor Reid, you know the way?"

"Yeah, I'll guide them. Guys, follow me."

"Do I call the owner to let her know you are here, Doctor?" 

"Oh, don't worry, I'll just say hi if I see her around. Hey, Sergio!" The chef, Sergio, raised his eyebrows. "Is there any coffee for the team?"

"For you, sir Reid, anything, I'll be right back with hot coffee and food for your team."

"Thank you, Sergio." Spencer turned around and smiled at Amanda. "I need to go now. We'll catch up later."

Spencer guided the team towards the event hall, where the tables were already accommodated for them. Spencer knew that the minute you heard they were coming, you did everything possible to made them as comfortable as possible.

"Reid, do you know everyone in this hotel?" Asked JJ to him, and he nodded.

"Mostly, yeah," he replied, "they are good people."

"That actually can help us with the case," added Hotch, "the people here trust you."

Spencer was feeling every second more uncomfortable with this case. He's tried for the nine months you've been dating to keep his work and your relationship as separate as possible.  

Guess they were joining for the first time.

"Ok, we know the unsub is a male and that he isn't choosing these victims randomly," affirmed Rossi. 

"The victimology is all over the place," added Morgan, looking at the physical characteristics of the three victims. "These victims have nothing in common."

"The patron has to go further than the physical, more with the relationship between them," explained Spencer. "This is a man with a project. He is probably not killing for the pleasure of it, more for a particular goal."

"Why do the town people not know about the killings. That woman that said hi to Reid had no idea of why we were here," pointed Emily.

"Probably that's work of the mayor, Mister Downley," replied Reid. "He tries to keep everything that can affect the town's tourism under the table. It has always been that way. And it is actually surprising that they don't know about it. It's a small town. Everyone knows everyone."

"We should interview the mayor and the media," affirmed Hotch, and he always had the last word. "Anyone that is trying to keep this in private could be a suspect."

At that moment, Sergio and his cookers appeared with the food and coffee they promised, making the team stay quiet as they gave out the food.

"Here is your coffee, sir Reid. A quarter cup of coffee every five pounds of sugar." Reid laughed while the chef left the cup in front of him. 

"Leave the doctor alone, Sergio," asked Seb to the chef, making Sergio roll his eyes and leave the hall. "Doctor Reid, Sheriff Christen called. He is waiting for you and your team at the police station. Whenever you are ready."

"Thanks, Seb." The team started grabbing their things to go to the station. "Tell Sergio that the coffee and the food are great."

"Yes, Doctor, and also, your team has the best rooms at the inn. Owner's orders. Do you want me to tell her anything?"

"Just thank you," replied Spencer, grabbing his bag, "thanks, Seb."

"Anything for you, Doctor."

Spencer walked away next to the team, who was staring at him curiously.

"What?" He asked.

"They call you sir, they know how do you drink your coffee, they prepare the best rooms for you and your friends," pointed out Emily as you were walking. "Or they love you..."

"Or, they love your girlfriend," interrupted Morgan.

"Can we just focus on the case, please?" Begged Spencer as he walked towards the SUVs. "Don't read between unexistent lines, ok?"

"He is hiding something," whispered Morgan.

"Definitely," replied Hotch before entering the car.

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"Doctor Spencer Reid," said the sheriff standing up. He was a man between his fifties and sixties, with a grumpy face and a hoarse voice. "It's always a pleasure to see you in this old town."

"Hello, sheriff," interrupted Hotch. "I'm SSA Hotchner, we spoke on the phone."

"Oh, of course, right. I'm Sheriff Christen, this is my crew. Sorry that you had to install in at the inn. It's just that here we don't have any space. But I assume the owner is glad to see you, Doc."

"Haven't talked to her yet. Why did you call us?"

"Right, we did a suspect list with all the people in town that have criminal records, as you told us. We have thirty-five names, any idea how to shorten that list?"

"Our unsub is most likely in his 30s, obviously male, probably have been charged with robbery. We are not looking for a sexual sadist here since the killings lack any sexual motive," explained Hotch, and the sheriff nodded, telling his deputy. 

Spencer sat down on a chair, waiting for no one else to say hi to him in front of the team. He loved these people so much, but he wanted to stay focus on the case, and he couldn't if he was going to have every person in town recognizing him and greeting him.

You were loved in your home town. These people that learned how to love Spencer grew up with you, and they truly liked the doctor for you. They noticed how he makes you happy, and how, for the last nine months, you've been smiling more.

"Hey, Spencer."

"Howdie, doc."

"Hey," Spencer murmured to the cops as they passed. Morgan noticed this and decided to approach Reid, sitting next to him.

"Why don't you want us to meet your girlfriend? Clearly, she's loved here."

Reid exhaled, looking at his colleague, giving up.

"Fine, but please, don't... don't act surprised when you meet her, ok? Just act normal. And tell everyone."

Morgan nodded, confused. What did he mean with "surprised"? Why would he react that way

"Guys, let's go back to the inn, there's someone I want you to meet."

"We are finally going to meet the famous lady?" Questioned Rossi, and Spencer nodded slowly. "Then let's go."

"Shouldn't we work the case?"

"We are installed in the inn anyway, so just follow me."

JJ and Emily approached Morgan, and he told them what Reid told him.

The team had no idea what Spencer meant with "surprised," and most of them didn't want to know anyway. They were just too excited to meet the girl they've been hearing so many amazing stories about

The BAU arrived at the inn. JJ could notice how Spencer's hands started trembling: he was nervous.

"B-But... But Miss Y/N!" They heard Sebastian exclaim. To the distance, the team could identify the receptionist following a tall woman with curly hair as she walked quickly. It was you. "Miss Y/N, we can't let Mayor Downley have the party here at the inn! He is a messy, messy man. He is going to leave a complete disaster, and you, miss, are well aware that this is not a place for that kind of event."

"God, Seb, have you tried drinking herbal tea in the morning instead of coffee?" You asked him as you chuckled. The sound of your soft laugh grabbed the doctor's attention.

Spencer quickly turned around to look at his friends, desperation clearly showing in his face.

"Here she comes," he whispered.

"That is...?" Started to ask Morgan but was interrupted by the memory of Spencer telling him to not act surprised.

You stepped into the hall, connecting your eyes with Spencer's eyes, immediately smiling.

"You look tired." It's the thing you say, confusing your boyfriend. "Did Sergio offered you coffee? Did you offer Spencer coffee, Seb?"

"I did, indeed, boss."

"I already drank coffee, babe," whispered Reid, trying not to blush. "Y/N, I want you to meet my friends."

"What? Sure, coming in a sec. Seb, could you ask Amanda to tell Charlie to pick up my car? I forgot I came by foot today."

"I saw your car outside, Y/N," interrupted Spencer, now confusing you.

"Charlie brought it this morning, Miss," reminded you Seb, and you nodded.

"God, where do I have the head? Thanks, Seb." You smiled at him before walking towards Spencer. "I've been trying to talk to you all morning, but we keep missing each other."

"Y/N," he said with his calming voice. You liked hearing someone that actually was calmed once in a while, especially him. "These are my friends. Rossi, Hotch, JJ, Morgan, and Emily." He introduced you to them, and you nodded. "Guys, this is my girlfriend."

"It is a pleasure to meet you. I'm Y/N," you greeted them, giggling. "I'm sorry if I seem distracted. My toes are where my head is supposed to be and the other way around. It's just that, you wouldn't believe; Mayor Downley wants to have this found raiser at the inn to distract the people from the bodies that were found. Did you hear?"

"That's why I'm here actually, babe," whispered Spencer.

"Why would you be here to see dead bodies? Oh right! FBI!" You exclaimed as you remember. "I'm so sorry, guys, you've caught me in a terrible day."

"It's alright, Y/N," assured you Hotch. "What were you saying about the mayor?"

"What I was saying about..." you repeated in a whispered before remembering. "Oh, yeah. So the murders in the area are really frightening the people. So our mayor decided, at the last minute, to make a found raiser raise money for the funerals of the deceased. I think it is a runaway where the clothing shop is going to show their last collection. It's a very last-minute thing, and I, apparently, is the only one with enough space to welcome all the freaking town."

"Do you know why the mayor would want to do this?"

"Well, Downley always takes advantage of terrible events in town and throws a party to cease the panic," you tried to explain quickly. "Last time, some people stole from Charlie's diner, and here I was, organizing a silent auction on a random Thursday." You started accomodating Spencer's tie involuntarily. "He wants to be Gatsby, but I'm the one with the mansion."

You always had to be doing something; you couldn't stay still for a second. That's the reason Spencer was attracted to you in the first place. He saw a girl trying to do seven things at the same time while trying to fix five other problems, and he had to help you. Then, he fell for you eloquent and extrovert personality, and how anywhere you went, you made friends.

You two were complete opposites, and both of you truly loved that.

"But don't get me wrong: mayor Downley is a great guy."

"What is mister Downley's first name, Y/N?" You tried to remember it while you cleaned Spencer's shirt. 

You were doing unconsciously, and he knew, but still let you. He knew that keeping your hands busy was the only way you could focus. So he let you touch his hair and fix his sleeves all the time.

"If I'm not wrong, I think it is John."

"There is a Frank Downley in our list," mentioned Morgan.

"That would be his nephew, Frankie. He works at the grocery store, he is the manager there. I went to school with him."

"How was he at school?" 

"Quiet, kind of a loner. Mister Downley would spend hours and hours in the counselor's office, talking to the counselor about Frankie's social behavior. Everyone in school knew about it. I tried to be friends with him, but I think he didn't like me."

Emily took from the case files some pictures and showed them to you. Spencer held your hand as you stared at the photographs of the victims.

"Do you recognize any of these people?"

"Well, of course, we went to school together. Good people. That's Amelie, and that's Jack, and this one right here is Gabriel, funny guy. Why?"

"Y/N," murmured Spencer to you, "those are the victims. The bodies that were found."

Suddenly, for the first time in so long, you stopped moving. Like, at all.

"What?"

"You didn't know?"

"I heard some rumors about one of the victims being my age, but... it can't be. Who would do this?"

"Y/N, I want you to tell us everything about Frank Downley."

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"And that's it, I mean, maybe some of the employers at the inn can tell you more about him. As I told you, I didn't know him that well. He never liked me, or anyone, in fact. He was always alone; he didn't talk in class; he would skip periods every now or then, but I truly don't remember anything more." You looked at Spencer. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright, Y/N, you gave us more than enough to understand him." That calmed voice again. "I bet you are busy with the found raiser stuff. Hey, do you mind if the team and I assist and watch the runaway?"

"You guys are more than welcomed."

At that moment, Charlie appeared and tried to pass between the BAU.

"Sorry to interrupt the Men in Black fan club reunion. Y/N, I brought my toolbox."

"Dirty!" You exclaimed in a joke, making Charlie roll his eyes. "The runaway is going to be in the event hall."

"Where the hell is that?" You sighed.

"I'll be right back. I'll tell Sergio to serve you some coffee, for every one of you," you told the team before looking at your friend Charlie. "Follow me, handyman."

Charlie looked at Spencer.

"Hey, Doc, I tried that physics thing for the dispenser at the diner and worked just fine."

"Glad to help, Charlie."

"Hey, I don't pay you to socialize," you defended as you walked away, Charlie following you.

"You don't pay me at all!" He defended.

The team looked over at Spencer. Your life was so clearly different from theirs, and Spencer knew that the team will realize the same thing.

"Well, there's that," whispered the doctor, standing up. "You already met her."

"Yeah, we did," agreed Morgan, "why didn't you want us to meet her before?"

"She's great, Reid," affirmed Emily, "a little bit unfocused, talks a bit fast, and clearly an extrovert, but she's sweet. And owns an inn."

"And she is gorgeous," added JJ, "why were you so nervous?"

Not even Spencer knew the answer to that question.

"She's different, you know? Her life is different than mine. She's continually moving. It's so difficult for me to make her stay still. She has to be doing something all the time. I've never seen her not talking, or not making random jokes and doing pop culture references I don't understand most of the time. Her life is so fast compared to mine that it's so slow. I don't know, maybe I thought you weren't going to see her the way I see her."

"Who cares what we think, Reid?" questioned Rossi.

"I do. I spend 24 hours every day with you, guys, you are my family. I care about what you think."

Morgan hugged Reid even though he knew Spencer wasn't much of a hugger, but he did anyway. And the rest of the team joined.

"I don't like this," mumbled Spencer.

"Shut up, pretty boy," shushed him, Morgan.

After a few seconds, they broke apart, smiling at each other.

"Let's catch this killer and go home," said Hotch softly, "but we can't leave without getting to know Y/N better."

"Yeah, you are already part of her family; it's time she is part of ours."

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"And that's how Spencer asked me to be his girlfriend. In this exact spot!" You exclaimed, pointing the counter of Charlie's diner. "As I was swallowing my cheeseburger."

"Well, that sounds romantic," commented Rossi, sarcastically.

"It was very poetic, Rossi, don't misjudge," you told him, making the man laugh. "It doesn't happen any day, and less in this smelly diner."

"Ok, out," interrupted Charlie, making everyone complain between laughs. "You are terrifying my costumers and insulting my diner."

"Weren't you hearing, Charlie Chaplin? I was just saying that Spencer asked me to be his girlfriend here. You should be proud that such an important event happened in your diner," you defended as Spencer kissed you cheek. You grabbed your now second cup of coffee and started drinking. "You should put it on the menu."

"That's it, don't talk to me for the rest of the night. You are giving me a headache."

"Mission accomplished then," you whispered with a smile.

"Is he always this serious?" Asked JJ, and you nodded.

"And you haven't seen him on Christmas. He is indeed the town's Grinch."

"They have a Hotch!" Yelled Rossi, making Spencer almost spill his coffee.

"Haha, hilarious," said Hotch with sarcasm, making the team burst into laughter

Spencer slowly leaned in next to your ear and whispered:

"So, do you like them?"

"Yeah, I have no idea why you were so nervous for me to meet them; they are great. You have a really nice family."

Spencer smiled, kissing your cheek softly before looking at the team again with happiness on his eyes.