#i walked out on the only episode i sat to watch with my mom & sis bc kate was being so goddamn insufferable

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

going from UK The Traitors to US The Traitors is like dining out at a fucking three michelin star restaurant one night and having a fucking delectable meal and the next day reheating day-old mcdonalds and one of your nuggets has one of those hard bits that make you pause mid chew bc it felt weird

[serenityseventeen]

S.Coups (최승철):

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“The Return of Supercheol.”

synopsis: Choi Seungcheol, well known as the leader of SEVENTEEN, stage name S.Coups, is joining ‘The Return Of Superman’ show with his beautiful two-year-old daughter, Si-Eun. What is it like on the first morning with the new family?

genre: TROS(the return of superman)!au, parents!au, fluff

pairing: father!seungcheol x mother!reader (ft. daughter!si-eun)

a/n: I already made a previous one where he had a daughter so I decided to use the same name hehe + it's been a while since I've actually watched TROS but I only watched Seungjae, Haru, Hao (or Ha-oh), Jam Jam, William & Bentley, Naeun & Gunhoo, and Sian, now I don't watch much of it anymore but I remembered enough to make this :) + don't mind the title of this one, I didn't know what to call it lol

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Si-Eun woke up to the sound of birds chirping.

Her room was dark like usual. She quickly reached for her pink stuffed bunny that was always resting beside her bed with her.

After finding it, she dragged it along with her as she climbed out of her crib and headed for the door.

The MCs that were watching the show called her a smart and strong girl for being able to climb out of her rather tall crib.

Si-Eun walked into the living room with her bunny, whom she named Cherry.

Sunlight was shining through the house but Si-Eun did not see her mother or father in the living room.

Upon seeing the living room, the MCs commented on how large and clean the place was.

Si-Eun looked around to see some cute little pink houses (which were not actually houses) with a camera peeking out of them. She was a bit wary because she could see the people in the little houses.

There was a moment of complete silence before Si-Eun suddenly dashed off. She ran so quickly that even the MCs were impressed. She had left Cherry behind.

Si-Eun quickly opened the door to a bedroom, which was the parent's bedroom. She waddled quickly to Seungcheol, who was still sleeping and tapped his shoulder.

You were sleeping in Seungcheol's arms but awoke when the door busted open.

“Daddy, daddy,” Si-Eun said, her voice cute. To wake her father up, she gave him a quick peck on the lips. “There is someone in the house.”

You sat up and decided to play along. “There's someone in the house?”

You saw Si-Eun nod. Then she pressed her tiny index finger to her lips and made a “shhhh” sound.

Whispering, your daughter said, “If they are robbers, only dad can beat them with his strong arms, right?”

You tried to hold in your giggle. “That's right, let's wake him up.”

The MCs laughed at your daughter's cute words.

You lifted your daughter onto the bed and both of you leaned into your husband's ear. “Wake up, dad~~”

Seungcheol slowly opened his eyes, probably still half asleep.

“Dad, there are people in the house~!” Si-Eun got out of bed, taking her father's ring and pinky fingers with her tiny hand, dragging him out of bed. “Hurry, or else they might take Cherry!”

Seungcheol laughed and the MCs did too while watching the episode. They talked a little bit about your husband too.

You got out of bed and quickly followed after them.

“Dad, you're strong, right??”

“Of course, I'm superman.”

“Okay, then can you fly?”

Seungcheol laughed. “No, not yet~”

Together, he and Si-Eun walked back to the living room, where the ‘houses’ were at.

Si-Eun pointed to the houses when they walked into the living room. “That's them... are they bad people?”

“No, they are not bad people, but you did a good job running to me. You even left Cherry behind, didn't you?” Seungcheol walked over to Cherry, who was laying on the floor and picked him up.

Seungcheol handed Cherry back to his daughter, the natural sunlight flowing through the window blinded his eyes. Seungcheol laid down on the hard floor.

Si-Eun walked over to you, who was in the kitchen after brushing your teeth and washing your face.

“Si-Eun~ tell your father to go help you brush your teeth~” You said.

Si-Eun ran back to the living room and told her father what you said. They brushed their teeth together while looking at each other's reflections, Si-Eun in her father's arms so that she could see herself in the mirror.

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While your husband and daughter ate their breakfast sweetly, you put on a coat. For the day, you were going to leave those two alone, by themselves.

Of course, you felt a bit uneasy, but considering how much time Si-Eun spends with her father, you also felt relieved.

You tied up Si-Eun's hair into cute pigtails and dressed her up in a cute white shirt with a lamb on it and some denim overalls.

When it was about time for you to leave, you went to Si-Eun to say your last goodbyes for the day.

“Where are you going, mom??” Si-Eun asked.

“I'm going to my mother's house. I'll be gone for a long time so stay with your dad, okay?”

“Okay!” Si-Eun happily agreed in almost an instant.

You waved goodbye again and gave both Si-Eun and Seungcheol a kiss on the cheek.

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“Now that mom is gone, what would you like to do?” Seungcheol asked his daughter, who was jumping around with Cherry in her arms.

Si-Eun stopped to think, pouting a little.

“Is there something that your mommy didn't let you do?” Seungcheol asked, taking the hand of his beautiful daughter, Si-Eun. Si-Eun chuckled mischievously and then leaned toward her father's ear.

“Mommy didn't let me go to the playground yesterday because it was too cold,” Si-Eun said in a cute voice. Then she pointed to a large window. “It's bright today, isn't it?”

Seungcheol smiled and patted his sweet daughter on the back. “Should we go for a father-daughter picnic?” Seungcheol suggested.

Si-Eun nodded.

Your husband and daughter ended up going to the park, prepared for a picnic. They ate together and played on the playground together. Not only that, but Seungcheol also helped Si-Eun climb a tree!

The day ended with the two of them going back home and Si-Eun helping Seungcheol write lyrics. Seungcheol also taught Si-Eun to rap a little but in the end, she became a dancer instead.

Si-Eun copied the dances that her father used to perform and they had their own little concert in the house while you were gone.

In the end, Si-Eun was getting tired so Seungcheol picked her up and held her in his arms, talking to her as he wrote lyrics. She fell asleep in his arms.

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“Such a lovely first day! After all that playing, beautiful Si-Eun must've been so tired!” The male MC said, with a small laugh.

“We have to appreciate Father Cheol too, he played with her so well and took such good care of her without her mother there,” The female MC continued. “Their father-daughter chemistry was truly superior!”

“Right, and Si-Eun was so cute! I'm going to look forward to all of their episodes!” The male MC exclaimed.

You were sitting in front of the TV, watching with a smile on your face throughout your husband and daughter's first episode on The Return of Superman.

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Request:

-serenityseventeen

[kiirokero]

Outro: Love Is Not Over (1)

Pairing: Daycare Teacher! Hoseok x Single Mom! Reader.

Genre: Single Parent! AU, Teacher! AU, Hybrid! AU, Fluff, Angst, Adorable Kids, 

Warnings: Don’t know if this counts but mentions of accidental pregnancies and shitty men. 

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Years after a relationship goes south. You are the single mother of a beautiful 6-year-old golden retriever hybrid who you named Yunho. He is the light of your life. Yunho is everything to you, and you’d do anything for him. But you’re a human. Yunho doesn’t care, he will tell you he doesn’t. “You’re still my Eomma. No matter what.” He says. But you can’t help but feel like you will never be enough for him. You can’t be the mother he deserves. You can’t show him the ropes of being a hybrid, and you can’t teach him things the other moms can. But you try. You try your damn hardest. So, when a handsome German Shepard hybrid comes into your life, helping you and guiding Yunho in a way you can’t, you can’t help the cozy home he sets up in your heart.

Chapter Guide:

Previous / Next

“Congratulations! It’s a boy.” 

“I-Is he okay?”

“Yes, he’s very healthy. Do you have a name in mind?”

“Yunho.”

“A very nice name.”

“Oh, he’s beautiful.”

“That he is. I apologize for asking, but you haven’t listed the father on his birth certificate yet.”

“I’m aware.”

“Are you going to?”

“No.”

“You’re aware what that means, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Well then, Ms. L/n, I’ll leave you be now. Press the button if you need assistance. A midwife will be coming to see you shortly.”

      “Eomma, wake up!” A giggly voice called. The bed was bouncing up and down, pulling me out of my slumber. I couldn’t help but laugh along. “All right, Yunnie, I’m up.” Yunho chuckled and lent down to give me my morning hug. “Good morning, Eomma.” He sighed, his fluffy blonde tail wagging in content. “Good morning, lovely. Did you sleep well?” I wrapped my arms around him, bringing him in for a snuggle. “Yes! I had a dream about giant squirrels!” He exclaimed. I let out an exaggerated gasp, “You did?! That’s awesome.” 

      Yunho wiggled out of my grasp and bounded towards my bedroom door. “Come on, Eomma! I’m hungry.” I chuckled and got out of bed. “Alright, waffles or toast?” I asked while I grabbed my sweatshirt, pulling it on. “Waffles!” Yunho answered, racing downstairs to the living room. I smiled to myself, I couldn’t help the warmth in my heart every time I saw my son. 

     Yunho had short hair that matched mine in color. He also had my eyes. I could see little pieces of myself in his face and it always made me smile. I didn’t pay attention to the features he and his father shared, even if they weren’t many. The most prominent feature they shared being his ears and tail, but somehow, Yunho made them uniquely his. 

      He never like getting his fur cut, would always sulk about it afterwards, he likes to keep the fur on his tail long so either him or I could braid it. He thought braids were so pretty, so he would ask me to braid all of his hair, and eventually, he learned himself. His fur on his ears was less long because of my insistence that having heavy ears would impair his ability to lift them. He could lift his left ear, but not the right one. He’s been working on that. 

      So, even if he was his father's child, he was still just Yunho to me. That man didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that Yunho has his button nose or freckles. It didn’t matter because Yunho was Yunho, and Yunho was the light of my life. He would run around the house non stop, bring me little rocks he found in the yard, draw pictures that had a special place on the fridge. Yunho was sunshine incarnate, and I couldn’t ask for a better son. 

      Downstairs, Yunho was sitting in front of the T.V, watching his favorite cartoon. It was about this hybrid boy and his best friend, who was human. Yunho said it was like him and I, that we were like the characters on screen, going on adventures every day. The sight made me smile yet again, and I went to the kitchen to get started on breakfast.  

     I could see Yunho from the kitchen since it was an open plan. Which wasn’t surprising because we lived in a small house. 2 bedrooms, 1 and 1/2 baths. It had a very large backyard that merged into woods. The area is pleasant, a little secluded, but that just gave Yunho more room to explore. The house got a lot of natural light with the large windows, and the air was always refreshing. 

      When I first saw the house, it was like a blessing. It was a little run down, but nothing I couldn’t handle, and it was cheap. A house being cheap should be a red flag, and it was, but it was worth it. The worst problem the house had was the hot water that ran out pretty quickly. In no way was it a luxurious mansion, but it was home, and that was all that mattered. 

     “Yunho! Come get your breakfast!” I called, placing his bright blue plate on the small dining room table we had. I heard his feet patter on the hardwood as he ran to the dining room. “Woah! Slow down, bub.” I chuckled. Yunho gave me a shy smile and sat down, immediately digging into his breakfast. “Is it good?” I teased, wiping away some stray syrup that threatened to end up in his hair. Yunho nodded enthusiastically, giving me a thumbs up. 

      We ate together with comfortable banter. Yunho was telling me about the latest episode of his cartoon, and I was more than happy to listen. The way his eyes lit up whenever he talked about something he loved was enough to make the toughest of men smile. “Eomma, can Hajun come over today?” Yunho asked in a hopeful tone. I thought about it for a bit, “I’ll call Aunt Hyejin and see if he can, okay?” Yunho brightened up and gave a little “okay!” In response.

     After we were done eating, Yunho put his plate in the sink and went back to watching T.V. I washed up the dishes and dialed Hyejin’s number. “Hey babe!” She answered in her usual cheery voice. I chuckled, “Hey sis.” 

      In reality, Hyejin wasn’t my sis or babe, but we were close like that. Hyejin was a Siamese cat hybrid that I met back in college. We were roommates, and we just clicked immediately. We were there with each other through everything. Shitty professors, family issues, breakups, shit men that make your life a living hell. She had her son, Hajun, a bit before I had Yunho, and helped me whenever I needed. 

      She and her husband, Yoongi, a Persian cat hybrid, were there with me through it all. They were the family I never had. Yoongi was like an overprotective older brother, and Hyejin was no different. They even helped me find Yunho and I’s home. We normally went on family trips to amusement parks or aquariums which the boys never seemed to get bored with. We were all one big happy family. 

     Yoongi and Hyejin were like polar opposites. Yoongi was chill while Hyejin was a bundle of never ending energy. Yoongi was quiet Hyejin loved to talk. Yoongi was an introvert, and Hyejin constantly dragged him out to parties that Namjoon, one of our mutual friends, had mentioned to her. It was funny to witness. Especially when Yoongi begged me to go in his stead, which worked 50% of the time.

      “So, what d’ya need? I’m all ears.” She snickered, and I could practically see her gray ears twitch. “Haha, hilarious. Yunnie wants to know if you guys can come over.” I answered. “Yeah, sure! We’re not doing anything today and I’ve been dying to talk to you about something.” She gushed. “Ooo, exciting.” I chuckled. “I’ll see you soon, babes. Love you!” I said I loved her back and hung up the phone. 

     Soon, Hyejin and Hajun arrived and the boys immediately began playing together. “Hey! So nice to see you!” Hyejin smiled, giving me a hug. “You too!” I was equally just as happy to see Hyejin since she and Yoongi had been a bit busy lately. We walked over to the living room where the boys were playing on the floor with their toys. Hyejin and I sat on the sofa and she immediately began talking. 

      “Okay! So, I’ve been dying to talk to you about this,” She started, already bouncing in her seat. “I can see that.” I teased, poking at her shoulder. “You know the job I was looking into? The daycare one?” She asked, and I nodded. “Well~ I got the job!” She exclaimed. My jaw dropped, a smile made its way onto my face. “No way! Congratulations!” I got up and squeezed her in a bone breaking hug, which she reciprocated. 

     “I know! I’m so excited!” Her tail was flicking behind her. “So, when do you start?” I asked, moving back into my seat. “Next week! I’m going to be the second teacher, helping someone named Mr. Jung.” She explained, and she went on to tell me how she got the job and how Hajun had asked if he could go, only to pout when Hyejin told him that he was too old. “I’m happy for you, Hyejin.” I smiled, excited that she was pursuing her dream of working with kids. 

      Hyejin, like me, got pregnant young and unexpectedly. But she was super thrilled. She didn’t care if she was only 20, she always wanted a child. She wasn’t married at that time, but Yoongi stepped up pretty quickly to raise Hajun with Hyejin. Yoongi was a cool dad, pretty laid back. Usually snuck the kids out to go get ice cream or pizza. Not that Hyejin or I minded, he treated both boys with the utmost care. He treated Yunho like his own son. 

      “So, have you met this Mr. Jung?” I wondered. “Not yet, but I had a phone call with him. Guess what? He’s our age.” She whispered, like what she was saying was some big secret. “Hyejin, we’re both 26, it’s not like a young teacher is unheard of.” I pointed out. “I know! But... What if he’s cute~?” She raised her eyebrows in a teasing manner, leaning closer to me. “I could be cupid.” She winked and I rolled my eyes. 

      “No thanks, Hyejin. I appreciate it, but love for me ended a long time ago.” I sighed and Hyejin huffed, dramatically slouching in her seat. “Y/n, just because... he... broke your heart doesn’t mean you should give up entirely.” She pointed out, looking at me with eyes full of undecipherable emotions. “Any man I date would have to be okay with being a father-like figure to Yunho. I’m 26 Hyejin, no guy my age wants kids yet.” I monotoned. 

      I had come to terms with the fact that most men didn’t want to date someone who already had a child. Not saying that it didn’t dishearten me a bit, but it was a revelation I made early on. If someone wanted me, they were going to want Yunho too. It either both of us, or neither of us. 

Yunho was my light, and he deserved a father that could be the things I couldn’t.

[omgrachwrites]

A Welcome Visit - Sam Wilson

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Torres!Reader

Summary: You and your son get a surprise visit from your favourite superhero, making you feel like you’re in high school all over again.

Warnings: fluff, swearing

Words: 1455

A/N: How good is the falcon and the winter soldier though?! I haven’t had the chance to watch the new episode yet! Torres is the cutest, I love him! Hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think, I love you all! xxx

The diner was quiet today, for which you were eternally grateful, one of the waitresses had called in sick so it was just you and two other waitresses in, it was supposed to be your day off. You had owned this diner with your ex-husband, you two had been on the verge of a getting a divorce when he was taken by the blip. When he returned a few months ago it was clear that it wasn’t going to work so you mutually parted ways. Now, the most you saw of him was when he visited your son, James and took him every other weekend.

You smiled as middle school sized footsteps thudded against the floor as James ran from the back to where you were standing behind the counter. You kissed James on the cheek as you ruffled a hand through his curls, laughing when he scowled and poured himself some soda.

“Homework done?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, “you know the rules, no soda until you’ve finished your homework,” you smiled as you folded your arms, leaning against the counter.

James rolled his eyes, “yes mom,” he sighed, like you had asked him the same question a hundred times. James glanced over to the door as it opened and he gasped as his jaw went slack before he beamed at you, “mom look,” he lowered his excited voice, “it’s The Falcon! He’s so cool!” there was nothing but pure awe on his face, “can I go and say hello?”

Sure enough, Sam Wilson aka, The Falcon walked in, in all his handsome glory as he took a seat at one of the booths. You felt a blush rise to your cheeks, you felt as star struck as your son but for a completely different reason. The waitress that you were on shift with wandered over to him to take his order, and you turned back to James who gave you a strange look when he saw the blush on your face.

“No sweetie, the poor man has just sat down; let him have his food in peace.”

James pouted as he began to sulk, shaking his head. You didn’t know Sam personally but he worked for the air force along with your brother, Joaquin. He had been as excited as James when he realised that Sam was going to be working with him. A couple more customers came in and sat at the counter, you chatted with them as you prepared their coffee.

You glanced up when you heard the little bell above the door tinkle and in walked your brother with a wide grin on his face as he went to sit with Sam. Had they just completed a mission together?

“Uncle!” James shouted with glee and before you could stop him, he rushed around the counter and launched himself into Joaquin’s arms. You winced with a sigh; you had wanted Sam to have some peace as he ate his dinner.

“There he is! My favourite little man, you alright? Where’s your mom?” at the mention of you, you ducked behind the coffee machine, your cheeks blazing.

James muttered something that you couldn’t make out, no matter how much you strained to hear it. Unfortunately, you heard the reactions; you heard Joaquin burst out into peals of laughter while Sam let out a deep laugh that made you feel all warm and tingly inside. Despite yourself, you leaned around the side of the coffee machine to see what was going on.

Joaquin had his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking with laughter while Sam smiled and raised an eyebrow as he looked over towards you and grinned. You flushed and offered him a small smile, you seriously wanted to know what James had said to them.

“James!” you called over with wide eyes.

James pouted as he got up from his seat, turning back to look at Sam, “will you please sign my comic book, Mr Wilson?” he asked, at least he was polite.

“Sure, little man,” Same beamed and James excitedly ran into the back.

Joaquin followed James, smirking at you; you stopped Joaquin with a hand on his arm, “what the fuck did James say?”

Joaquin didn’t answer, he only winked at you as he walked past you, whistling all the way, you glared after him, feeling annoyed. You bit your lip and decided to offer some coffee to Sam as a peace offering. Nervously, you wandered over to him, willing the flush on your cheeks to go away as you filled up his cup.

“I’m really sorry about that by the way,” you smiled, “my son doesn’t understand personal space.”

Sam laughed as he gave you a warm smile, “thank you, and it’s no problem. He seems like a great kid.”

You flushed with pride as you ducked your head, “even so, it must get annoying after a while.”

Sam looked puzzled as he shook his head, “I’m still getting used to it, I still can’t believe they’ve made a damned comic book.”

You giggled, “yeah, it came out a couple of years after the blip, everyone thought that you were a real hero,” you flushed when Sam grinned at you, “your comic books are James’ favourite, I’m kind of jealous.”

Sam smiled, shaking his head as he sipped some of his coffee, “they should make comic books about you, don’t you run this place and look after James by yourself?”

Normally, you wouldn’t talk about this with someone you hardly knew, but Sam was so handsome and kind that you couldn’t stop the words spilling from your lips, “it’s not so bad, Joaquin, Torres to you,” you laughed, “helps out where he can and James’ dad isn’t too bad, he’s a good dad.”

“Well, I think it’s really great, Y/N. You should be proud that you’ve raised such a good kid.”

“I think you’re great too you know,” you blurted out, feeling heat wash over you as Sam smirked, raising an eyebrow as you immediately started to babble, “I mean, being a hero, the fact that you’re a hero is great.”

You laughed nervously as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and before you could say anything else, James was running back with his comic book in hand and he gave you a strange look. You had the sneaking suspicion that he and Joaquin had been watching your interaction with Sam; you glared at your younger brother as he threw an arm around your shoulders.

“This is my favourite issue!” James beamed as he passed Sam the comic book.

Sam smiled as he raised an eyebrow at the cover, “damn, I’m gonna have to start reading these,” he muttered as he opened the front page and started to sign it. He was writing for a little while, it looked like he was writing a little message for James, “there you go, buddy.”

When Sam slid the comic book back over to James, James grinned as he read the little message, his face glowing; “thank you so much!” it was so amazing to see him so happy.

“You’re welcome bud!”

“Thanks Sam,” you smiled at him and he nodded, winking at you. You bit your lip and looked back at the counter to see your employees smirking at you, “I’m sorry, I should get back to work,” you smiled, fiddling with your fingers.

“Of course,” Sam nodded.

“See ya later, sis,” Joaquin grinned at you as you made your way back to the counter and glared at your employees playfully to keep them quiet.

All afternoon, you kept sneaking glances at Sam, he was so gorgeous as he laughed with your brother but what you didn’t notice was the fact that Sam kept stealing glances at you too. When it was time for Sam and your brother to leave, Sam walked up to the counter with a grin that made your heart flutter and he paid his bill with one of the other waitresses.

“It was good to meet you, Y/N,” he smiled.

You blushed as you nodded, biting your lip, “it was nice to meet you too, Sam. Thank you so much for being so great with James.”

Sam shook his head with a smile, “it’s not a problem at all,” he slipped you a piece of paper and you blushed when you realised it was his number. You weren’t exactly ready for another relationship too soon but you were going to call him.

“Call me,” he grinned before heading back to Joaquin, “let’s go, Torres,” he glanced at you over his shoulder.

Joaquin threw his hands up in the air, “dude, my sister? Really?”

“You really need to marry him, mom,” James sighed.

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@smiithys @elayneblack @amelie-black​

[spencerreidslove]

Let’s Be Bad

A/N: I was rewatching season 6 episode 13 “The Thirteenth Step” when it hit me. What if Spencer and Y/N were a crime duo being hunted by the BAU? So this idea was born. This fic is my baby and probably one of the longest things I have ever written. There is mentions of aclchol, a couple sexual themes, and normal Criminal Minds case stuff, so be aware. Let me know if you guys want a part 2 with their interrogation and stuff.

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“Buckle up crime fighters, because this one is bad.” Garcia said, standing up at the board. She clicked the remote to show a murder scene, four bodies in total, in a totally destroyed gas station.

“Not only did our bad guy murder four people last night in Chandler, Arizona, the police believe that he also did this.”

Gracia clicked her remote and the picture changed to another scene, six bodies this time, in a drugstore.

“A massacre just outside of Las Vegas, three weeks ago.”

“Three weeks is a long cooling off period.” Rossi said.

“M.O’s the same, though. All shot in the head and then all dragged into a line, store totally destroyed.” Prentiss said.

“With last night’s murder bringing the body count up to 10, the police need our help now. Wheels up in thirty.” Hotch said, standing up from the table.

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“Seriously? You want to go somewhere cold?” Spencer asked as you made your way into a small sandwich shop, just over the Utah border.

“Yes! Imagine waking up on Christmas Day to a white Christmas.” You said, wrapping your arms around one of Spencer’s.

“Where would we go that’s like that?” He asked, looking up at the menu, printed on a board.

“Wyoming. Up in the mountains. It’s nice there. We’ll get a cabin, live up there, together.”

“Alright,” Spencer said, smiling. “We’ll go to Wyoming. After.” He put one of his arms around your shoulders.

“After.” You agreed.

The two of you made your way to the counter, where a man, no older than 20 or so was waiting.

“What can I get you?” He asked, cleaning a spot on the counter.

He looked up and immediately his eyes latched onto yours.

Spencer said his sandwich order, but the boy didn’t seem to hear him. He was too busy staring at you, making you very uncomfortable.

“Hey.” Spencer said, slamming his hand on the counter. This seemed to knock the boy out of his trance.

“Sorry.” The boy said, still not taking his eyes off you.

“Take your eyes off my girlfriend and take our orders.” Spencer said, getting angrier.

“Sorry, she’s just like really pretty.” The boy said. Under his breath he mumbled, “I don’t see how she ended up with you.”

“That’s it.” Spencer said. He reached into his waistband and pulled out his pistol. Spencer quickly shot the boy in the head, and then turned to the other two patrons in the store. He quickly shot them, and then started moving to put them in a line.

This wasn’t the plan. You had only killed 2 days ago, the police would be quick to link you to this murder. But, Spencer sometimes had a temper and when it took over, there was no going back.

You pulled out your own pistol, and shot the remaining store worker who had come out from the back room.

“I’ll line them up.” You said to Spencer. “Go clear the security cameras.”

Spencer nodded and went into the back room. You spent the next few minutes lining the bodies up in a row. When you went into the back room, you saw Spencer toying with the panel that controlled the cameras.

The cameras quickly went blank, and only showed dark screens.

“I’m so glad you’re smart enough to know how to do that.” You said.

“IQ of 187 sweetheart.” Spencer said. “C’mon, let’s get going before the cops show up.”

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“Hotch!” Emily called putting across the parking lot. “You aren’t going to believe this.”

Hotch turned his attention from the local police officer to Emily.

“A witness was next door at the craft store and saw a man and woman leave the sandwich shop together a couple of minutes after the gunfire.” Emily said.

“We’re looking for a man and woman killing team?” Hotch asked.

Emily shrugged. “Apparently.”

“Another witness said he saw the back of the liscine plate from across the street.” Morgan said, coming up to the group. “He didn’t get any numbers but he saw it was from Nevada.”

“Makes sense of their first murder was in Vegas.” Emily said.

“Prentiss, make sure the witness who saw the man and woman gets to a sketch artist. Morgan, see if the man remembers what type of car they were driving, then see if Garcia can find anybody from Nevada who drives that model.” Hotch said, directing out tasks.

“Going from three weeks to a 2 day cooling period is a massive deescalation.” Rossi said. “Something in that shop must’ve set them off.”

“You said the security cameras were wiped?” Hotch asked.

“Yeah, you can’t even access them now.” Rossi said.

“Get then to Garcia, she’s the only person who might be able to get them back and working”.

-

“They’ve found out that we’re a man and a woman team.” You said, calling out to Spencer, who was in the bathroom. You were laying on the bed in a random hotel, watching the news, where a blonde woman was talking about your most recent murder.

“Doesn’t matter. They haven’t linked us to the others, have they?” Spencer asked, coming out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

“They don’t have a clue.” You said.

“Good. For all they know we just shoot random people. They have no clue about the others.” He said.

You smiled as he came over beside you and started kissing your neck. “They’re never gonna get us.” He said.

You laughed a little as Spencer nicked lower on your neck.

“They’re too stupid to know what we’ve done.” You said. You could feel Spencer smile as he continued his kisses lower.

-

“What have you got Garcia?” Hotch asked to the laptop that was sitting on a table in the local police precinct.

“Not a lot, sir. Whoever wiped these cameras is some kind of genius. It’s nearly impossible to get the footage. And I am a cyber genius.” Garcia said.

“So you can’t get any footage off them?”

“Sir, I said it was nearly impossible. I will have this footage recovered wether it kills me. Au revoir!” Garcia said, signing off.

“These sketches aren’t helpful in the slightest.” Prentiss said dropping the pictures on the table. “The witness said she only saw the side profile of the woman and the man had sunglasses on and was faced away from her for most of the time.”

Hotch sighed. “We don’t have enough.”

“Ok, why these people? Why these places? They’re clearly going somewhere, but where is that?” Morgan asked.

“We have too many questions and not enough answers.” JJ said.

-

You were laying across the backseat of the car, your head in Spencer’s lap. You were drinking some kind of random alcohol Spencer had picked up straight out of the bottle.

“I can’t believe we’re here.” Spencer said, stroking your hair and looking out of the window.

“I could’ve waited.” You said.

Your car was parked down the street from your childhood home. It was your brother’s birthday and you knew he would be home. It was finally time to exact your revenge, just had Spencer did.

“Y/N, c’mon. It’ll be good for him to be gone.” Spencer said. “Plus, I get to see your childhood room in all its glory.”

You laughed a little and shoved him lightly. “You got it?” You asked.

Spencer moved as he reachedfor his bag in the front seat. He pulled out a small vile of poison. “Wouldn’t forget it.”

You slowly sat up. “We have a birthday party to attend.”

-

“Oh!” Garcia cried, looking at her computer screen.

She quickly reached over and dialed for Hotch’s phone number. “What have you got, Garcia?”

“I got the footage back! It took a lot of work and a lot of trouble but I got it! It’s already sent to your tablets.”

Hotch picked up the tablet and clicked play on the video Garcia sent him. In the video, a young man and woman were walking into a sandwich shop, talking and holding hands.

“Keep an eye on those customers that just walked in.” Garcia said.

They reached the counter and engaged in a heated discussion with a worker.

“There’s no sound on the original video, so I don’t know what they’re saying.” Garcia said.

The man took a pistol out of his waistband and shot the worker, and then turned and shop the other customers. The woman reached and grabbed a pistol and shop the other employee that had come running out.

The woman began lining the bodies up while the man disappeared into the back room. The woman joined him, and then the cameras went dark.

“Garcia, run their faces, see if anything comes up.” Hotch said.

“Already on it. If they have ever been photographed, I will find their entire life.”

Hotch let out a sigh of relief.

They finally had a break in the case.

-

“I’m nervous.” You said. You and Spencer were standing on the front porch of your childhood house, waiting to ring the bell.

“It’ll be fine. We get in, act all friendly, and then we put it into their drinks, and then we get out.” Spencer said, coming over and rubbing your back.

“Alright.” You said, ringing the doorbell.

There was a moment before somebody came to the door. “Y/N?” A woman asked on the other side of the door.

“Hi, Mom.” You said.

“I thought you said you’d never wanted to come back here again?” Your mom asked.

“Yeah, well things change.” You said. “This is Spencer, he’s coming in too.”

You and Spencer made your way past your mom into the living room where your brother and his wife were sitting.

“Y/N?” You brother asked.

“Max.” You said, addressing him. “Happy Birthday.” It took everything in your power not to slap him. He was the reason for all your suffering.

“It’s nice to see you.” He said, standing up and going to hug you. You flinched slightly, but still managed to hug him back. He squeezed you just a little too tightly.

“And who’s this?” Max asked, looking at Spencer.

“Spencer.” You said.

Max sighed and shook his head. “Never one to elaborate.” He stuck out his hand for Spencer to shake.

Spencer kindly shook it back, giving Max just the slightest smile.

“Happy Birthday.” Spencer said.

You caught Spencer’s eye as Max moved to sit back down. It would be a happy birthday, just not for Max.

-

“We are looking for a man and woman killing team, they are most likely in a relationship and are on a mission.” Hotch said, standing in front of the local PD.

“At this time we do not know what their mission is, but we believe they are on a trip to reach that point. They started in Nevada, and were last seen in Utah. They could be headed for any of the surrounding states, including back to Nevada or Arizona.” Prentiss said.

“They are rapidly devolving, as they went from having a three week cooling off period, to two days. We don’t know when they’ll strike again and have to catch them sooner rather than later.” Rossi said.

“All of their attacks have been in small stores; a drug store, a gas station, a sandwich shop. We believe they choose these places due to personal connection to one. Whoever they are going after probably owns a small store.” Morgan said.

“With that in mind, we suggest all owners of small stores who know somebody who looks like this, to keep an eye out. Do not try to approach them, they are armed and dangerous.” JJ said, from her place outside, briefing the news.

“Everybody keep an eye out and be vigilant.” Hotch said.

The crowd dispersed. Morgan’s phone began to ring.

“Talk to me Babygirl.” He said, answering.

“Well, tall dark and handsome I have some great news for you. I got a hit off the faces from the security feed.” Garcia said.

Morgan put her on speakerphone and the team gathered around to listen.

“Your man is Spencer Reid. Child prodigy from Las Vegas, he graduated high school at age 12 and his IQ tests 187. He dropped out of college at age 16 due to the fact that his mother’s schizophrenia was getting worse. Reid became her full time caregiver until around age 25, when he sighned her up for a new drug test that involved her living in a new campus.

“It seemed to be working, until a year ago when the main Doctor administered a new drug cocktail that was not FDA approved, and ended up killing Reid’s mother and several other patients.” Garcia said.

“Garcia, where’s that doctor now? They might be going to kill him if they both lost a parent.” Rossi said.

“I would say yes, but it seems like they already have. Four weeks ago the doctor, his wife, and son were found dead in their apartment from cyanide poisoning.” Garcia said.

“What about the girl?” Prentiss asked.

“Her name is Y/N Y/L/N. She is from Silverton, Colorado. She was working in a casino in Vegas until around a month ago.”

“Must be how they met.” Morgan said.

“She filed several cases against her older brother Max Y/L/N for physical abuse, but the charges were dropped everytime. From the looks of her hospital records it was bad.”

“They’ve exacted their revenge on Reid’s nemesis, now they want revenge for Y/N. Garcia what’s Max’s address?” Hotch said.

“He won’t be there. On his wife’s Instagram it says they’re going home for his birthday. I’ve sent you that address.” Garcia said.

“We need to get there, and fast.” Rossi said.

-

Talking and laughing with your family for several hours was painful, and Spencer could tell. They had watched you suffer for years at the hands of your brother, and did nothing.

“Why don’t I refill everybody’s drinks?” You asked, standing up.

“I’ll help you.” Spencer said.

After you had collected everybody’s cups, you made your way to the kitchen where you filled everybody’s cups with what they had asked for.

Spencer pulled the cyanide vial out of his pocket, and put a little bit in each cup. When you returned to the living room, you handed everybody their cups and watched as they took drinks.

It would be a few minutes before the poison started to kick in, but you couldn’t wait.

After a few moments, your mom started to choke.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Your dad asked. Then he started to choke. After just a few seconds, everybody was on the floor, choking in pain.

You and Spencer quickly came around, grabbing phones and smashing them with your heels, making sure no one could call 911.

When you reached Max, you kicked his face. “That’s what you get you son of a bitch!”

You kicked him again, and again. Before you could do some more damage, Spencer grabbed your arm.

“We better get out of here, darling. We have a lot of ground to cover.” He said. You nodded and followed him out of the house, with one last slam of the door.

-

“Dammit!” Morgan said, entering the house and seeing that all members of the Y/L/N family were dead in the living room floor.

“They’ve already been here.”

“Hotch, these bodies are still warm, they can’t be far away.” Prentiss said. “We probably just missed them.”

“Hey! We just got a hit from APB, their car was seen headed twoards a hotel a few miles from here.” The local sheriff said.

“Dave stay here and figure out what happened, Morgan, Prentiss, JJ, with me.” Hotch said.

-

You and Spencer we laying on your bed in your hotel room, drinking the same alcohol from earlier.

“You were right.” You said.

“I am about most things. Be more specific.” Spencer said, taking the bottle from you.

“That it would feel good to have him gone.” You said. “I already feel twenty times freer.”

“I knew you would.�� Spencer said. He placed the bottle on the bed side table and rolled ove on top of you. “I know lots of things that would make you feel good.”

Suddenly, there was a pounding on the door.

“Spencer Reid! Y/N Y/L/N! This is the FBI open the door!” A male voice called from the outside.

You and Spencer both looked at each other in terror.

Could they maybe have found us? Your eyes asked.

The door was suddenly knocked open and FBI agents were flooding into your room.

Spencer and you were being pulled apart and cuffed.

“Spencer Reid, Y/N Y/L/N, you are being charged with the murders of 21 people.” A serious looking man said.

“What?” You said. “You have the wrong people!”

“No we’re pretty sure we don’t.” A brunette woman said.

“You have to have the wrong people! We haven’t done anything!” Spencer said.

You were both being hauled up by the agents behind you.

“Anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you.” The agent behind you said, reading off your Miranda rights.

Your eyes caught Spencer’s as you were pulled to separate police cars.

Could this really be it? You thought. It looked like it just might be.

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Ducktales Treasure of the Golden Sun: Three Ducks of the Condor or Now with More Racism!

Hello all you happy people! And welcome back to my look at Ducktales: Treasure of the Golden Suns!, the pilot episodes that started it all. This look was one of my patreon stretch goals. To explain them in case some of you aren’t familiar with patreon it’s essentially like a kickstarter stretch goal: every milestone I reach in my monthly earnings means a crop of reviews for you guys, with this being 10 and my review of the movie, and the goofy movies in two weeks and September respectively, being the 15 dollar one. So if you want reviews of the OTHER Ducktales mini series Time Is Money and Super DuckTales, then hop on aboard and help me reach my 20 dollar goal so I can keep making these reviews for a living and give you all more. Said goal also includes a Darkwing Duck review eveyr month AND a review of teh Danny Phantom special The ULtimate Enemy so hop on board HERE AT MY PATREON.  Patrons also get exclusive reviews, access to my discord server (Though if anyone would be more intrersted in me making that public let me know), and to pick a short each time I do a birthday special for a character from Looney Tunes, Disney and Beyond. And next month is my boy Donald’s so since you all already sat out goofy NOW is the time. 

So now my very necessary plug is out of the way, i’m very poor, we can get to the review proper:

When last we left off Scrooge and the Boys went on their first proper adventure together, heading to Central America to follow the map from the first episode and running into Dr.Claw  El Capitan and his new best buddy Glomgold. Mild racisim, moonsoons and much better pacing ensued. 

So join me under the cut as my boy Donald returns, some iconic characters are introduced in Webby, Launchpad and Beakly, though this series only made one of them iconic to be fair, and we get some more mild racisim because fuck my life. Onward to the cut! 

So yeah as I’ve mentioned a few times now this episode had a content warning.. which was fair as there is some pretty cringy stuff in here but it had the side effect of me holding my breath until the racisim came up and whapped me in the face. So i’m keeping that tension up for you guys so I don’t have to suffer alone. 

We open at the Mansion. Scrooge is trying to find a governess for the boys, but they keep scaring off all the clients because they don’t like the idea. And for once.. i’m on Scrooge’s side here. Yes I know there’s a sterotype of rich people hiring a nanny to not have to parent. and it’s sadly often true and it’d SEEM like Scrooge is doing that.. but really he just wants the boys to be safe. He’s fully grown to care for them and just wants someone cheap and responsible to look after them while he’s busy and clearly still makes time for them. As someone who is a former nanny, albeit for someone working class, I get that as much as you WANT to spend every moment with your kid you often can’t. I say all this because SO MANY kids movies and shows villianize parents for not spending time with their kid when their clearly just working to support them. There are nuanced exceptions to this and refreshingly Craig of the Creek has outright avoided this: JP’s mom is gone almost all the time due to working as an airline pilot, but while he clearly misses her he never resents her or guilts her over it, he understands sh’es supporting him and goes out of his way to make sure his friends can meet her. It’s really swee.t And while again I get it, this guys a billionare, most examples aren’t, Scrooge still really CAN’T stop working: He has more money than god and like most bilionares REALLY should give most of it to charity or to help with programs instead of hoarding it in a massive bin.. but he’s also got tons of companies, factories, investments... people COUNTING on him to make sure these are working correctly and keep their jobs. So yeah i’ts nice that the show isn’t demonizing scrooge for this or dosen’t even consider it: he’s getting help beacuse he needs it, that’s what’s important. 

So while the boys widdle down the nannies, Scrooge talks to a renowned coin collector. He does show off his collection to the guy, but his main goal is naturally to show him the coin from last time. Turns out that naturally for a five part episode the treasure they lost last time was just a fraction of the real thing and the real titular treasure is a mythical horde even Scrooge, who normally has proved something out of myth is very real 5 times before breakfast, didn’t think existed. 

Something I do love about this five parter is how every treasure hunt has ended up being important each piece of the puzzle leading to the next like any good treasure hunt. As for where this one leads the collector HAS heard of only one other coin like it, up in the Andes Mountains in a mysterious fortress whose mountain habitat and being a fortress makes it hard to get to and the owner is apparently a real piece of work.. but Scrooge isn’t afraid of a little hard work and is ready to go after it.. he just has to find a Nanny first. 

And he does as there’s only one left: Mrs. Beakley, who we FINALLY meet after two episodes. Yeah for some weird reasont his episode choose to cram the rest of the major main and supporting cast into one episode.. it still works, they all still get great introductions it’s just weird to me when you have five episodes to not say introduce Launchpad last time. 

But regardless as I said it’s a good intro.. despite the boys wilding a lasso and a snake.

 Beakly is unphased and even dosen’t remotely fall for them trying to say she got the wrong name. And while Scrooge is a little impressed, he’s even more when she states she’ll work for free... with one condition: Free room and board for her and her grandaughter, Webby, who has been there the whole time and looking cute as a button. Scrooge is unsure but one minute of Webby being adorable later and he’s agreed. She can’t eat much right? He also hopes she’ll help the boys not be douchebags, unaware that their inherent poorly written sexisim means that was never going to work. And why yes I will call it out eveyr time it happens because it happens every time they have an episode together and only gets worse. 

He goes to Gyro for help and Classic Gyro.. is utterly delightful. While I clearly have issues with Classic Scrooge, whose a greedy poorly aged asshat and the boys, who are sterotypes of male children, Gyro? He’s nice, friendlya nd eccentric, using a delightfully wakcky pogo hat thing to think and takes only a mintue to figure out how to solve a seemingly unsolvable problem and only needs a few hours to build his cool looking bird ship, using bird legs to offset the hard to sort out landing conditions. But since it’s a fancy bitch, it needs a pilot and i’m sure we all know where this is going...but since Carol Danver sis busy he has to go with Launchpad. 

Launchpad’s intro is great, cheerful as he does a job testing a plane and naturally crashes it, and when thought dead walks out seconds later unharmed and jolly as ever. Scrooge is naturally terrified of the prospect of flying with him but dosen’t really have another choice “I hope my insurance is paid up.” Scrooge it’s you.. of course it isn't. 

So with that our hero bids a farewell to the boys and ends up unteitonally coming off MASSIVELY unlikeable. No really he leaves them behind for their saftey despite needing help... and then upon finding out Donald is going to be on leave soon in the andes, and just assumes that YOU KNOW, he’d LIKE to go on a dangerous exausting adventure instead of actually get some rest after working in the goddamn navy and STILL dosen’t take the kids along despite having a very tearjerking farewell IN FRONT OF HIM that happened at most a month ago. Granted i’m suprised Donald is getting leave this soon.. but since I genuinely like to look into this sort of thing and the last time I didn’t I was correctly reminded Gulliver’s Travels was a satire.. and found out someone HAD actually watched the Jack Black movie. I only vaugely remember a trailer.. I thinkn it was a trailer? Maybe it was the middle part of a juinor novelzation where htey have all the photos? I really don’t know. I know almost every pokemon on sight but not where I saw pictures of a forgetable jack black movie, what a shock. 

So long story short I DID google it. Here’s what I got

So given clealry more time has passed than we’ve seen on screen, enough time COULD have passed for Donald’s three day pass to kick in. So credit to the crew for actually thinking that out. They still get all the blame though for not only not seeing how bad not taking the kids to see the uncle whose like a father to them a month after he left when he CLEARLY can is bad, but how worse it is that the first break donald gets ina  month.. is spent helping scrooge against his will on a life or death treasure hunt. 

And I get WHY they wanted to try out having Donald on an adventure: he was in most of the carl barks material.... but I also dont’ get it as Launchpad was deisgned entirely to fill in for Donald when needed, we’re only three episodes into the series and this gives the wrong impression Donald will guest star a lot more. In practice while he still did get a meaty 8 episodes on the show including this one, 2 of which were cameos and the pilot only dosne’t count because of the exnteded slapstick sequence, and dosen’t appear at all after season 1, likely because Fenton’s introduction made him reduntant as he was an even more blatant Donald stand-in. It just feels weird to shove him into the pilot movie when we should be focusing on our main cast, epsecially with so many getting intorduced this episode. It woudl’ve made more sense for Gyro to be the third man instead and it woud’ve elmaited Scrooge’s uttelry horrible actions here of depriving his nephews of their surrogate father. 

So Uncle Dickstick leaves with Launchpad to go abduct donald.... and tha’ts not me being funny, that’s what actually happens. Donald is singing out on leave.. with his superior... weirdly doing paper work outside on the flight deck. 

And is angry at Donald because of him taking pictures and stuff and threatens him if he’s not back exactly in time... because look he’s on a boat with a bunch of sweaty men but as the most superior officer he can’t enjoy that so he has to get off SOMEHOW and ruining donald’s life just happens ot be a thing for him. 

So yeah Scrooge straight up naps Donald via claw and Donald is angry, wondering, as you’d expect “What’s the big idea”.. and once Scrooge clairfies he did it.. still asks that because what the fuck. And the episode treats this as comical, as it does Launchpad not understanding Donald.. and don’t get me wrong you CAN make a good “I can’t understand Donald Duck” joke, the 2017 series made PLENTY. But said series also spoiled me as they did it with far more effort, while also still showing just how much it would suck to have everyone around you struggle to hear what you say and never listen to you. They actually cared abotu Donald’s well being where as this one thinks “Gee you knwo what would go great iwth a hard month’s naval work? MORE WORK HELPING YOUR UNCLE GET RICHER FOR NO PERSONAL BENIFIT AFTER HE KIDNAPS YOU”. 

So our heroes.. and scrooge, head to Andes and find the temple and it’s here “Sigh” we met our antagonist. A Conquestador Douche who DOES have a name and it is on the wiki.. but is so generic and unlikeble I’m just going to keep calling him conquestador douche, whose introduced waving his sun coin around while the natives all bow to him because of the coin.

Welcome to the racisim! Admitely it’s not as bad as Treasure of the Lost Lamp, that’s a high bar to clear, but ti’s still not great to have the racist cliche of “character conquers a civilization because of they belivie he’s a messenger for their “silly” god”. And the saddest part is not that I didn’t notice this trope and how bad it was as a kid watching shows like this... but that as an ADULT about 4 years ago when I watched this episode how racist it and this trope in general was didn’t register to me at all. That.. really bothers me that it took me this long to pick up on things like this and i’m sorry for it. 

That’s honestly WHY we need these warnings and WHY i’m so hard on this racisim: it wasn’t necessary, it could’ve been removed and you clearly just didn’t care or didn’t realize it was racist. And even acceptable for the time dosen’t work for anymore: I learned recently that the creators of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, both white, hired black writers..and actually LISTENED, looking to them for personal stories and to check them if one of the white staff wrote something that wasn’t true to the black experience. I know that sounds like the bare minimum but this was the early 90′s, that kind of thinking wasn’t hte norm like it is in most writer’s rooms now.. and sadly not ALL writer’s rooms. Not only that but just today I ran into a MST3K skit that lampooned this kind of bullshit from not long after this episode. People clearly knew better, the writers of this episode just didn’t’t care

 So yeah, I get this was a kids show in the 80′s, I get the writing staff being almost all white.. but they still coudl’ve avoided cliche sterotypes and done something diffrent. It was was still wiithin white people like myselves power to actually think about something other htan themselves and we did not. So i’m never going to stop holding my own people accountable for just how BADLY we’ve fucked up in ways great and small because it still hasn’t stopped , likely never will so I won’t. 

But yeah.... the tribe here are portrayed as ignorant, mindless dumbasses who blindly follow tradition and a clearly corrupt leader. It’s patronizingly stupid to assume just because a belief system is diffrent than yours a person will belieive anything. Religion CAN make people act stupid, the fact many people are homophobic simply because the bible, a centuries old document written and distrbuted by humans that could of been altered by people with a clear homophobic agenda, says they should be. But there’s the very clear very gross implication here that any god but the christian god is invalid and simplifies wonderful and well thought out myths and beliviefs from various cultures into “well they belivie in da sun god because of the shiny coin”. It’s gross, i’m glad it’s stopped and it’s VERY telling that the closest Ducktales 2017 came to this was the most dangerous game night which while a tad cringe inducing at least showed the tribe it used was clever, disposed the person they mistook for a god after it was clear he wasn’t one , and were wholly sympathetic. 

Naturally Conquistadouche orders the tribe to attack Scrooge and it works briefly , though Scrogoe prepares to take on the ENTIRE villiage.. and given this is Scrooge and on this blog we’ve seen him take on an entire town before, and that was a more inexpericed less bastardly scrooge yeah their fucked, and only escape death because the coin falls out of scrooge’s coat when he tries to help donald who naturally injures himself trying to help. 

And since as per white dumbass racist logic, the villiagers thought Conquistadipshit was a messenger of the gods because of his coin, they think the same of Scrooge, this causes them to stop and bow instead and protect scrooge when Conquistadumbass tries to attack our heroes. Their given a room for the night naturally. 

Conquistadick demands they give him the coin and leave, but Scrooge has none of that: he has no reason to leave and has all the leverage so he instead demands to know wha’ts going on. 

Turns out Conquisineart is the decdendant of one of the crew from the ship Scrooge found: their captain rain off with it, leaving two of his men behind, though both had the map to the rest of the treasure and split it: one left for the Arctic, the other stayed and did the whole racist god bit. And somehow despite all the time passing Conquistadoodoohead still has his half and Scrooge aranges a trade for the coin. And why yes their is the obvious problem of “what if Conquistascoobydoo say tells them he’s the true god and attacks scrooge like he ends up doing in the climax”. And Scrooge’s plan.. is to have the plane ready and to run to it, despite Launchpad not being a mechanic and saying as much. Instead of you know... stealing the guy’s coin while he’s asleep or something or just having launchpad, whose bigger and stronger and donald whose not bigger but is also stronger hold the guy while Scrooge steals his sun coin, then simply walks to the plane with the map, the coins and all the leverage. at worst the guy tries to do the same scheme without any coins and as the end of the episode shows, that wouldn’t have worked. He was stupid. Oh and the cherry on  top of this shit sundae is scrooge objects to the guys tyranical rule.. but is okay with letting it keep going if he gets his coin and DOnlad, whose there for the deal, never call shim on it. 

We then get a bit of Launchpad being forced off a cliff to ride a giant Condor...

Look this episode is filled with racisit sterotypes, a generic villian and Scrogoe being awful. I’ll take a fun sequence of Launchpad riding a condor, with Donald providing an assit with his camera  by blinding the beast so Launchpad can ride him properly giving them more leverage now Launchpad is popular. And a deadline to fix things by tommorow. 

The next day Launchapd and Donald have defied logic and their own tendency to screw up and fixed the bird, while Scrooge makes the deal.. and naturally it goes EXACTLY how you’d expect and Scrooge runs, though our real heroes get thigns running. 

That’s when the people arrive on condors to persue, a fight insues yoru standard hero stuff.. not bad but given the racist context I can’t really enjoy it like Launchpad flying a condor.. which had some mild racisim in them making him do that as a ritual clearly deisgned to kill him but i’llt ake mild over pretty damn obvious. Eventually douchebag looses his coins, his ctizens abndon him. Happy end. 

So with the map Scrooge decides to do the logical thing.... have launchpad drop him in the middle of the ocean in a raft and steer there

Launchpad takes Donald home in time and his superior is mad he dosen’t give him a proper salute.. even though he CLEARLY just got home and is diisorented from a crash. Launchpad makes a quip and this episode mercifully ends. 

Final Thoughts:

This episode starts out okay.. but quickly goes downhill fast and steep. There are massive bits of racisim, massive leaps in logic, and massive amoutns of scrooge being a dick.. not his WORST in this series but it’s still bad. It’s just not very good. It’s the second worst episode of Ducktales i’ve seen, only held up by my boys Donald and Launchpad. This was miserable.

Next Time on Treasure of the Golden Suns: Our heroes head to the arctic for another offensive episode to rescue scrooge from his own stupidity.  Next Time on this Blog: We return to Green Eggs and Ham and hop on a train as our raging bitchcanoe mother and daughter duo meat our ambigiouslyg ay duo at last. 

See you at the next rainbow.

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Crisis of Faith

The will of God brings a young and impressionable Trinity soldier to the attention of Commander Konstantin.

Tomb Raider/Rise of the Tomb Raider/Konstantin

Viewpoint: 3rd person female Trinity soldier OC

Warnings: blood, descriptions of violence, PTSD, religious fanaticism, stigmata

Word count: ~2.5k [complete]

A short fic I wrote because I wanted to play with Konstantin’s heavily religious side.

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Death.

Ailish sat up on her cot, freezing cold. She was drenched in sweat and panting heavily. It was pitch black in the gulag and she tried to slow her breathing so she wouldn’t wake her comrades. She listened carefully, there was snoring coming from all directions. Nobody had heard her, not yet.

She was safe. She was surrounded by big men with weapons, nothing could hurt her here. All the prisoners were securely locked up. Ailish reached down and felt the comforting cool steel of her own pistol in its holster.

She breathed in deep and counted 1...2...3... before breathing out again. Her pulse was still racing and she could feel her heart trying to leap out of her ribcage.

Safe. I’m safe.

It had been nearly two years since Yamatai and Ailish still had nightmares. She knew exactly what it was: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. She had heard the guys talk, knew some of them struggled too. She had seen a few get discharged because of it. She’d spent a long time trying to convince herself she was fine. But in fact, she really wasn’t.

She needed air. Ailish quietly got out of her cot and shrugged on a few more layers before making sure her pistol was strapped to her body, just in case. She tiptoed past the guys by the light from her torch, and made her way out to the old guardhouse that was their temporary mess area. She just wanted some space to calm down.

Empty, thank God. The embers of the fire were enough to keep the warmth going. She pulled up a chair and settled in to watch the glow.

She kept replaying the last moments of her nightmare over and over in her head, despite trying her best to push it away. They were in that god-awful pit again, suffocating from the fumes. She checked ahead and yelled Clear! back to her second, Charlie. As he moved past her she heard something big land on the rock of the cavern floor behind them. Charlie swung back around and screamed at her to get down as a God-awful roar filled the cave, rattling her bones. He raised his gun to fire and Ailish shrieked at him stopitsgonnablow-

bang bang

 

BOOM

A flash of white light, then darkness. Waking up in terror once again from the memories that haunted her every night. At least she was alive, she had made it out. Charlie hadn’t, she couldn’t save him. She still blamed herself. The guys had tried to convince her again and again it was an accident, but she should have been there. In her dreams, she’d seen Charlie die a hundred times over, each more horrible than the last.

She had never been so close to quitting as she had after Yamatai. She had composed her resignation letter in her head on the helicopter ride back to civilization, but had never written it. Something told her it wasn’t time yet. She’d spent just over three years working with Trinity at that point and never questioned her beliefs before the clean-up mission to that hellhole. By all accounts it was even worse during the Nishimura expedition. She shuddered, it didn’t bear thinking about, how anyone could survive there for any length of time she’d never know. So many bodies. And in some places, the smell, it was unholy.

It didn’t help her sleep at night, but at least she had got a promotion out of it. The salary was great, which was a major reason for her staying put. Ailish was trying to help her parents put her younger sister through Yale, and every cent counted. Her mom and dad had just been grateful, and thankfully hadn’t yet asked where the money had come from. She didn’t want to have to lie. They’d hit the roof if they ever found out. As far as they were concerned, she was still working as a paralegal in Chicago. God, she missed her sister. She hadn’t seen her in months, and now Ailish was off-grid in Siberia. Freezing cold, snowy, desolate Siberia.

She was startled out of her thoughts by a voice outside. A deep voice, American accent. It sounded a lot like the Commander. She really hoped he wouldn’t come into the guardhouse. He was intimidating, and she’d never been in a room alone with him before. He sounded like he was talking on the phone.

“...and what did the doctor say?”

...

“Okay...Ana, are you smoking?”

...

“Yeah, I know, but-“

...

“Listen, she’s on the move. She may even already be in Siberia. I need you back here.”

...

“Got it, see you soon.”

 

Who was Ana? Was it his wife, girlfriend, daughter? Who was the other ‘she’ he was talking about?

Ailish heard footsteps coming up to the door and the latch lifting. Oh boy, here we go. I wasn’t eavesdropping, Commander, I swear.

He stopped dead when she saw her at the table. Obviously not expecting anyone else to be awake at this hour. He slid the cellphone he was carrying into a pocket and nodded at her before closing the door behind him. “Sergeant.”

“Evening-“ Ailish checked her watch. “Ah, morning, Commander. Sorry, sir. I’ll get out of your way.” She slid her chair back to leave.

“Stay. You were here first.” Ailish sat back down immediately, wide-eyed. “What are you doing up so late?”

“I couldn’t sleep, sir.” Not strictly true but she didn’t want to feel like a little schoolkid telling her superior she had a bad dream.

“Likewise.” He pulled up the chair opposite her and sat down with a sigh.

Something was bothering him, he seemed fidgety. Ailish didn’t really know what to do so she started twiddling her thumbs and rambling to fill the silence. “Gee, the weather’s really turned these past few days, huh? Ha ha...kind of makes me wish we were back in Syria. Although it was almost too hot-“

He cut her off. “Moscovitch, isn’t it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“We’re not on duty, you don’t have to call me sir.”

“Uh- yes. Okay, si- eh...Command- uhmm...”

“Konstantin is fine.”

“Okay.” It felt weird. Ailish wasn’t even sure if that was his first or last name. “You can call me Ailish. It’s slightly less of a mouthful than Moscovitch.”

“Don’t hear that name very often.”

“Yeah, it’s a weird one...my parents have always had this fascination with Ireland. It means ‘noble and kind’ or something like that...I dunno...”

He looked at her for a long moment. Ailish opened her mouth to speak again when a wolf howled up in the mountains. She grabbed for her pistol and her other hand tightened on the edge of the table until her knuckles turned white.

Konstantin saw her reaction and frowned. “Relax, it’s just a wolf, they don’t come down here-“

“Yeah, I know.” She started hyperventilating and bit her lip hard to fight back the tears. For God’s sake, don’t cry in front of the Commander. She hated hearing the wolves at night. Rationally, she knew they were miles away, but the sound still caused her pain.

For a moment she was back on Yamatai, wedged in a rocky crevice listening to the snarling as they hunted for her. The smell of rain, tree sap and decay all around. Her hands shaking as she pointed her rifle at the opening, just waiting for jaws and teeth to emerge around the corner and grab at her.

“Oh, shit.” This was going to be a bad episode. She’d had panic attacks increasingly often and could spot the signs of one approaching. Fortunately they usually hit when she was alone or could sneak away, but now she had no such luxury. Ailish knew this one had her beat.

Konstantin’s mouth tightened. “Language.”

She had time to blurt out “Terribly sorry sir!” before she slid off the chair onto the floor and crawled under the table.

The tears were now pouring out and rolling down her cheeks. What an embarrassment. She’d fought so hard to prove she was equal to the guys, and now she was being a silly little girl.

She felt the Commander’s boot gently tapping her back. “Mos- Ailish? Are you okay?”

“I will be, in a minute.” She panted.

Through the panic she heard the other chair scraping backwards. To her surprise Konstantin crouched and got down to her level under the table, facing her. Was he supposed to do that?

“You’ve normally got it together, Moscovitch.” Oh no, back on a last name basis. She’d definitely messed up. “Want to tell me what’s going on?”

Ailish shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut. “Just need a sec.”

The only sounds in the room were her panting and the low crackle of logs in the burner. She felt his gloved hand on her shoulder.

He quietly spoke. “Listen, I read the Yamatai report.” It was strange, how calming his voice was.

Ailish looked up, misty-eyed. “Yeah?”

He nodded. “I didn’t know they’d be sending a woman.”

“I’m just as capable-“

“Quiet. I’m saying it’s impressive you completed the mission, and even led part of the way, that place sounded like a nightmare.”

“It was.” Charlie, I should have saved you.

“And I am sorry you lost Corporal Collins. I know you were close.”

“Yeah...” she sniffed loudly. Her heart still hurt, so much. “He was like a brother. Charlie would have done anything for me. And I would have done the same for him.”

His eyes softened. “I know what that’s like.”

It meant a lot to Ailish, getting commiserations from a Trinity leader. Normally, you could forget about that sort of thing. Rourke had co-ordinated the Yamatai mission and hadn’t said a word to her when he had met them back on the mainland for debriefing. Dominguez had been silent too, though he had been one of those who had approved her promotion. They could be a heartless, insensitive bunch sometimes.

But she hadn’t expected the Commander to have a soft side. He actually reminded her of Charlie. Konstantin had a scarred-up face but there were similarities for sure. Blonde hair, blue eyes, they walked with the same purpose. He wasn’t bad-looking actually, as long as the light was dim.

Ailish eventually rallied and crawled back into her chair, still breathing quickly. Konstantin sat down too, regarding her with something akin to concern.

“Tell me the real reason you’re here by yourself in the middle of the night.”

She swallowed hard. “I...I have nightmares still.”

He shook his head. “I think you should talk to someone about this. If you’re serious about staying with Trinity. It would be a shame to bail out now that you’re a Sergeant.”

“I’m fine.” Ailish mumbled.

“You’re really not. I know someone who might be able to help, a doctor.”

“No, honestly...” Please no doctors, they might kick her out. She needed the money for Ellen’s tuition, she had to stay.

“I trust her, she’s with Trinity. Her name’s Wilkens. If I order you to see her you can’t say no.”

“Then I suppose it’s settled.” Great, just great.

“Indeed.”

He suddenly pulled his gloves off and took her hand in his. Ailish fought not to pull back out of his grasp. Was this really appropriate? Her free hand was reaching for her pistol when she realised he was just checking her pulse.

“Much better. Almost back to normal.”

She managed a small smile. “Thank you Commander.”

Ailish realised her hand felt strange under his, like a bug was crawling on her. She glanced down and started. “Your...uh, your hand is bleeding.”

Fresh blood was running down between her fingers onto the table. It was creepy as hell, she tried not to shiver. She’d been a bit squeamish about blood since she’d seen a literal underground river of it in Japan.

He didn’t react, just looked straight into her eyes. Ailish didn’t know what he expected her to do. She could still feel it trickling down her skin. Was he not alarmed that his hand had just started pouring blood? She was becoming visibly uncomfortable when he finally answered her.

“They’re old wounds. It happens sometimes.” He held up his other hand, palm facing towards her. “See?” That one was also dripping crimson.

Ailish almost gagged. Ugh, now she knew why he wore gloves all the time, even in the heat of Syria. What was the name for those wounds? Stigmata, or something like that. A sign of divine favour, apparently.

The urge to ask how he got them was overwhelming. Actually, she better not, it was maybe a touchy subject. The Commander could be...violent. She’d seen what he could do when he was pissed off. She had the fleeting thought that maybe he would hurt her, or worse, if the mood took him. Everyone else was asleep, who would know?

He spoke, jolting her back to reality. “Did you pray on Yamatai, Ailish?”

She nodded, not breaking the eye contact. “Yes sir, for my life, almost constantly.”

“And you truly believe in what we are trying to accomplish?”

“Yes sir.”

“Hmmm...”

There was a long pause, he seemed to be having an internal conversation she wasn’t privy to. Finally he nodded. “Keep your faith, Ailish. You have already been tested, and you’re still here. I believe you are destined for something greater, like myself.”

“Sir?”

He smiled at her, but it was cold and calculating, he reminded her of a shark. His eyes were suddenly dark and empty. 

“The name Ailish is Celtic, yes. But did you know it has a different meaning in Hebrew?”

“You know Hebrew?” She asked in surprise. He ignored her.

“Your name means consecrated to God.”

She wasn’t sure she liked his train of thought. Ailish knew he was one of the more devout members of Trinity, but she didn’t know how deep it ran.

“I’m sorry, Commander, I’m not sure what you’re getting at...”

“I want to keep a closer eye on you, Sergeant. You report directly to me now, do you understand?”

“Yes sir.” She nodded, albeit reluctantly.

“And let me talk to Wilkens. We’ll help you, don’t skip out on Trinity yet.” He finally let go of her bloodstained hand. Ailish could smell it, metallic.

Konstantin stood up, pulling his gloves on. “I have a feeling we’re going to need you for something important.”

Ailish was dumbfounded, what had she agreed to? She didn’t like not knowing, but the Commander wasn’t a man you just said no to.

As he opened the door with a blast of cold air Konstantin turned back, giving her that empty smile again. “Get some sleep, Sergeant. That’s an order.”

“O...kay.” The door clicked shut, and he was gone.

Ailish glanced down at the mess on her hand. She felt like she’d been marked in some way.

Stigmata.

What did he mean?

Consecrated to God. What was it that Konstantin, or some other higher power had planned for her?

What was her purpose?

***

Thank you for reading!

~ Anyone who has read Behind Trinity Lines will recognise the character of Dr. Joanna Wilkens, I couldn’t not include her somehow! She is awesome and I love her. All credit to @BrittanyTheScrivener on Ao3 for Jo’s character. Her work is brilliant, if you haven’t read it I highly suggest you do

~ Sergeant Ailish Moscovitch, her family and Corporal Charlie Collins are my characters, all other characters mentioned are property of the Tomb Raider creative team and I take no ownership of them

~ I feel I should mention that nothing in this work is intended to cause offence or be blasphemous in any way. I myself am not religious at all but I am respectful of those who choose to be and anything I’ve written is only exploring character traits already displayed in the Tomb Raider video games

~ I have no current plans to update this with more chapters, it was intended to be a one-shot. I just really wanted to play with Konstantin’s heavily religious side. But if there is interest I might continue the story...what exactly does Konstantin have planned for Ailish? Where does she fit in with the events in Rise of the Tomb Raider? What will Ana think of her? What would happen if Ailish and Lara ever crossed paths? This could get interesting...

[chilling-seavey]

Anything But Mine - Seavey Shark Week

A/N An episode of Modern Family inspired this one… Also this is terribly unedited so I am very sorry lol I just wanted this idea down so it might be all over the place 😶

W/C: 1.8k

It has been mentioned plenty of times that Daniel loved nothing more than his wife and three daughters and he wouldn’t change anything about his family for a million dollars. Well, that can only be said so much once all the girls are teenagers and things start to change. Things starting to change as in suddenly all three daughters and his wife had synced female cycles, meaning one week a month was almost hell on earth for Daniel. But…he wouldn’t change anything for a million dollars. But it got close sometimes.

His first warning sign was the notification on his phone from Florence’s app that her cycle was starting – they had it synced to his phone to for birth control and ‘safety’ reasons but that’s irrelevant here. This little notification meant he had time to emotionally prepare himself for the week. Daniel wasn’t the father or husband who would shy away from problems or lock himself in his room until it was over and he knew very well that these weeks in particular demanded imperative attention and care.

His second warning sign was Penelope’s sudden drop in appetite. Over breakfast she would eat only half her usual serving and then throw the rest out, dragging herself tiredly around the apartment to get ready for school as if she was physically weighed down by a ball and chain. Then would come Clementine’s temper, yelling at anything that was in her way; the shirt she wanted not being clean, not enough cereal for the amount that she wanted left in the box, or even just Daniel putting his dishes in the dishwasher earned him a loud and exasperated “Dad!” from the eldest. Lucy was only almost thirteen so thankfully she hadn’t grown into the worst of it yet, but it was a thin line they walked on.

Daniel watched his girls rush around to get ready for school as he packed his lunch for work slowly, eyes following each girl carefully. Florence joined him in the kitchen, pulling him in for a kiss, “Good morning, baby.”

“Morning, my love.” Daniel smiled softly at her as she started to get her own breakfast ready.

By the time the girls were ready to leave for school, they were behind schedule and were all rushing to catch the subway together in a panic, shouting their goodbyes to their parents as they left. Daniel got to work on time, thankfully, even after Florence struggled to let him leave for a bit, and he got himself settled for the day in his office to review what needed to be done. Work was always a good little break on weeks like that. It was barely lunchtime when the intercom buzzed, and his secretary was saying the elementary school was on the line.

Daniel thanked her quickly and picked up the line with a rushed, “Hello?”

“Daddy.” Lucy sniffled from the other end. “Thank God you answered.”

“Of course, sweetheart. What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“No. I need to be picked up. I tried calling Mom but she didn’t answer…I think she’s out today but…I need to come home.”

“Okay. I can come get you. What’s going on? Are you sick?” Daniel started to pack up his things with the phone balanced between his ear and his shoulder.

Lucy whimpered through the phone and let out a small sob before whispering, “I bled through my jeans.”

Daniel’s eyes went wide, “Oh. Okay. I’m on my way. Hang tight.”

“Please hurry.”

Daniel rushed out of the studio, calling to his secretary on the way past to please cancel all of his afternoon appointments as he ran out the door to his car. He nearly floored it down to the elementary school and headed inside to the main office where his poor little seventh grader was sitting in the corner with a hoodie around her waist and tears on her cheeks. At the sight of him, Lucy jumped up and threw her arms around him tightly.

“Let’s get you home.” Daniel pressed a kiss to her head and signed her out at the front desk before taking her backpack for her and led her to the car.

Neither of them spoke on the drive home and Lucy sat curled up against the window with her eyes closed for most of it. When they got back to the apartment, Lucy went right to her room to get changed and Daniel pulled out his phone to text Florence as he made two cups of tea in the kitchen. Lucy came back out in a fresh hoodie and leggings, her face washed dry of tears, and she sat down at the breakfast bar with a sigh.

“You feeling okay? Not dizzy or anything?” Daniel asked.

Lucy shook her head, “No. Just embarrassed.”

“I bet.” Daniel passed her a mug and she thanked him softly. “But there’s no need to be embarrassed. This has happened numerous times to Mom too.”

“Really?” Lucy’s eyebrows raised nearly hopeful.

“Yep.” Daniel brushed his daughter’s hair from her face from across the counter. “I’m sure she can tell you all those stories when she gets home. Wanna pick a movie to watch?”

She smiled and nodded and they made their way to the living room with their tea and cookies. Lucy chose to watch Les Misérables since it was one of her favourite musicals and she curled up with Daniel as they watched it together. Florence came home a bit later from her lunch date with Callum, apologizing profusely to her daughter for missing her call.

“It’s okay, Mama.” Lucy whispered. “Dad took good care of me.”

“I’m glad.” Florence smiled at the both of them cuddled up together on the couch. She put her few things away and joined them.

It wasn’t long before the oldest two were home from school around 2:30 and they join the family for the last 1/3 of the movie. Of course, Daniel was eventually surrounded by four sobbing women as the film progressed, barely being able to even hear the soundtrack over their crying, but he didn’t dare leave, squished tightly between Florence and Lucy, both of them clinging onto him through their tears.

“This movie is fuckin’ sad.” Clementine mumbled as the credits rolled.

“After everything he just died in peace with his daughter at his side!” Penelope sobbed, curled up beside her mother.

“Cinematic excellence.” Lucy whimpered. “So good.”

“Okay,” Daniel started to get up but the girls pulled him back down, all of them talking and crying over each other about the film.

“Don’t you ever die, Daddy!” Lucy sobbed, wrapping her arms around his middle.

“Oh my gosh.” Daniel gaped. “I’m not dying. It was just a movie. Can we have dinner now?”

“Pizza?” Clementine suggested.

“Yeah, we can order pizza.” Daniel agreed.

Of course, by the time it arrived, Penelope was sent dry heaving into the kitchen sink with her nausea by only the smell of the food and Florence left her to rest on the couch with a warm pack and a blanket while the rest of the family ate. Daniel barely got his usual three slices as his other two daughters stole most of the pizza from the two boxes they ordered, talking loudly over top of each other.

When dinner was over and the dishes were put away and the girls went off to work on their homework, Daniel bent down beside the couch and brushed his hand over Penelope’s dark hair, making her stir and blink her eyes open, “Hey, bug. You feeling okay?”

She shook her head tiredly.

“Can I get you anything?”

“No.” Penelope shifted a little in pain. “But I can’t lay here…I gotta do my English homework.”

“Do you want medicine?”

“Maybe, yeah.”

“Okay.” Daniel stood up again and headed back into the kitchen to retrieve the bottle of pills from the cabinet and unscrewed the cap to pour two into his hand. He returned it and poured a glass of water and took both back to the living room.

“I feel like I’m gonna throw up.” Penelope breathed as she sat up slowly. “It hurts so bad.”

“These will start to help.” Daniel passed her the pills and then the water and she took them one at a time before finishing the water and holding it back to him.

“Thanks.”

“Lucy!” Clementine shouted from the dining room table, making Daniel and Penelope look over at them.

“What?!” the youngest sister snapped back.

“You’re hogging the entire table! I need my textbook here and you keep pushing it away!”

“I need to do my own work too!”

“What work?! You’re twelve.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m less important than you!”

“Yes, it does!”

“No, it doesn’t!”

“Yeah!”

“Nuh uh!”

“Girls! My gosh!” Daniel cut in, walking over to mediate. “Relax-”

“Relax? How can I relax when I’m going to flunk out because my stupid baby sister is hogging all the workspace!” Clementine shouted, throwing her eraser at Lucy from across the table.

“You’re rude!” Lucy crumpled up a piece of paper and threw it back.

“Hey. Hey!” Daniel put his hand between them. “Enough! One of you sit at the island so you can have your own space to work.”

“Get moving, baby sis.” Clementine snapped.

Lucy glared at her and slammed her binder shut before shuffling her things to the breakfast bar with annoyance.

Daniel put the empty glass in his hand in the dishwasher and headed down the hallway to finally put his bag away from work, leaving the girls to their own devices. He was already tired out and it was only the first day of the week, and he set his laptop on his desk with a heavy sigh.

“Tired already?” Florence asked teasingly as she walked out of the ensuite.

“Yeah.” Daniel chuckled, glancing at her before opening his laptop and typing in his password.

Florence wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her chin on his shoulder, “Do you have to do work right now?”

“At least a little bit since I left early today. Why?” Daniel stood up straighter and turned to face her.

“I need a restock. Can you be a sweet husband and go to the store to pick me up some?”

Daniel chuckled lightly, pulling her in for a tight hug and peppered kisses over her cheek, “Sure thing, baby. Anything else you need?”

“No.” Florence said. “Thank you.”

Daniel knew what she needed well after nearly twenty years of knowing her but he also took shopping orders from the girls as well, each of them giving specific instructions on what they needed. Daniel had reached the point that he wasn’t embarrassed about anything anymore as he pulled up to the cash at the drugstore with four different boxes of pads and tampons, a fistful of chocolate bars, a tub of ice cream, and an energy drink for himself.

“Girlfriend?” the young man at the cash asked lightheartedly.

“Wife and three daughters.” Daniel answered with a calm smile.

“Wow. Shit must be rough.”

Daniel shook his head as he tapped his debit card to pay for the items, “Nah. I wouldn’t trade it for a million dollars.”

[sleepywinchester]

Fool For You Pt. 5 ⏤ Oscar Díaz.

Summary:  You are back in your hometown Freeridge to take care of your sister Jasmine and your father after being away for six years. You left Freeridge looking for a better life but in that process you had to let go of someone you loved. But you’re back and things are not the same but they sure feel like it.

Words: 2K+

Warnings: N/A

A/N: Hola!!!! Hope everyone is safe at home! This continues the story as a some sort of a series re-write. It won’t be something of all the episodes but the main ones of where Spooky appears. Hope you guys like this and always feel free to leave some feedback is so appreciated it.  | MESSAGE BOX | HAPPY READING!!!

(english is not my first language, might be some typos around)

Title: Ain’t Nobody Business 

Chapters: Uno - Dos - Tres - Cuatro

“There is enough food in the fridge to last you at least two weeks,” you told Cesar as you left the bags of extra things for him on top of the counter. “Clean towels and bed sheets in the closet.” 

Cesar looked around your apartment in silence. His body language told you he was deeply unsure about him staying here. 

“It’s not much but… is quiet,” at that moment Lunch Money started to loudly sound in the background. You turned around to see Jasmine dancing to it in the backyard. Your eyes went back to Cesar, “Ish.” 

He gave you a flat smile, “Thank you.”

“It’s the last I can do…” you told him. 

He furrowed his eyebrows, “How can someone like you be with someone like my brother?” Cesar’s words were cold and filled with resentment towards his brother. You sighed softly holding both arms crossed onto your chest. 

“Oscar is going through a lot right now,” you told him, “he didn’t want this for you. It’s-,” you let out a sigh trying not to say too much, “it’s complicated, mijo.” 

“Everything is always so fucking complicated and I’m not your mijo.”

“Damn,” you scoffed, “for someone who hates his brother, you damn sure act like him.” Cesar rolled his eyes looking away. “That’s just life, Cesar,” you said. “For now, tienes un techo y comida and you don’t have to sleep inside a car by the street or random hostels. You’re safe here.” 

It was hard for Cesar to see the good in this fucked up situation, after all he was just a kid to have all these problems and to be out of a home. He looked at you with sad eyes before sitting on your bed. “I’m here because Monse is making me say yes to this but… thank you, you’re right I hate my brother but you’re good for him.”

“I’ll see you at school,” you said softly, “try to stay out of trouble. Por favor.” 

Cesar nodded and the corner of your lip curved. Grabbing your bag from the counter you walked out of your place with a duffle bag hanging from your shoulder and strolled to Oscar’s. There were a couple of Santos in his front yard as usual. All of them giving you respectful nods as you made your way into the house. 

Oscar got startled by the loud sound of your duffel bag when it hit the floor. He was cooking something in the kitchen. You chuckled at the way his entire body shook. 

“¿Todo bien?” 

Oscar shook his head, “You scared the shit out of me.”

“The big bad Spooky,” you mocked. 

He clicked his tongue, “Shut up.” Once finally in front of him, he held you by the waist and placed a kiss on your lips. “How'd it go?” He looked you in the eye, silently allowing himself to show the worry he felt through his eyes. 

You gave him a look that let him know he was being well taken care of. Since Oscar was a kid taking care of his little brother has been his only job. He might not have taken the best decisions while doing so but making sure he was okay was always his priority. 

“Cesar is at my place and for now he is safe but…” you sighed, “he is a kid, Oscar. He shouldn’t be in the streets. He needs his brother, he needs to be in his home.” 

Oscar clenched his jaw, having a seat in his small dining room. 

“¿Tu crees que yo quiero que el este en las calles?” he told you, his eyes still full of worry. “Es mi hermano y lo amo pero… esto es complicado.”

You sat across the table from him, “I get that is complicated but there has to be a way to make this right. How long until the prophets know he’s staying at my place? Or something worse happens…” 

“Don’t say that,” he cut you off.

“He is not part of The Santos anymore, you can’t protect him,” you told him. “I know his friends are scheming and trying to look for solutions.” Standing up you looked down at him, “You should do the same.”

Oscar arched an eyebrow, “Do you have any ideas?”

“Maybe start with your boss, Cuchillos?” 

His shoulders tensed at the sound of the name Cuchillos, standing up he stood tall in front of you. “Cuchillos was the one who told me to kick him out, unless I have a good plan that benefies her, I can’t speak about it.” 

You caressed his arm trying to soothe the stress away, “We will figure this out… I don’t know how but encontraremos la manera.” Oscar kissed your forehead, holding your face with his hand.

After the small intimate moment you went into his room and smiled at the smell of Fabuloso. “Did you clean?” You shouted from the room.

Oscar appeared behind you, “Si.” He leaned against the door frame watching you place your bag on top of his well made bed.  

“Where can I put my things?” You asked him. 

He smirked as he walked behind you and reached his dresser opening the first two drawers of it. “Here,” he said and then opened the closet, “and here.”

“You really made some space for me…” you were a bit shooked of how much space Oscar had created for you. He was looking at you with sparkles in his eyes. 

“Wanted you to feel at home so…,” he held your hand and walked you down the hall and into an empty room. In there there was a made up desk and chair, right in front of the window. You recognized the room from years ago, it was his mother’s room.

“You,” you turned to look him in the eye, “you did this for me?” 

He shrugged, the small smirk didn’t vanish, “I know you’re going to need a quiet space to work and there’s always people here… I can’t expect you grading papers by the kitchen when there’s a lot of guys just shouting by the window.” 

You tiptoed your way to his lips, giving him a soft long kiss.

“I guess you liked your small office,” he whispered. 

“I love it,” you said, looking over your shoulder at the space, “but I know it was your mother’s room… It looks like it’s never been used.”

“Is because I haven’t,” he said. “When she died I got rid of all her stuff except this,” he reached the desk and grabbed an old notebook from it. “It was her… kind of a diary. It was the only thing that wasn’t toxic..” 

He held onto that notebook like it was the only good memory he had of his mom and maybe it was. You kissed his cheek, “Thank you.”

“Is nothing,” he whispered back. 

“It is,” you said softly, caressing the side of his face. “You are making sure I am comfortable here and that I feel like home. I love that and… I love you.” 

Oscar’s eyes sparkled when he heard the words I love you. He instantly began to kiss your lips. The soft kiss turned into a more passionate one in a matter of seconds. Your body began to get heated. Leaving the notebook back on top of the desk, he then proceeds to lift your body and carry you into the bedroom. 

/ / / 

You were woken up by a chicano rap sounding loudly from the backyard. Letting out a harsh groan you stood up from Oscar’s bed and walked out of the room. The house was empty but it smelled like someone just lit a cigarette, the smoke was still floating around. Following the music you walked to the backyard to find Oscar and Sad Eyes working on the red chevy impala. 

A smirk formed on your face, watching how sexy Oscar looked working on his beloved car. Sad Eyes cleared his throat when he noticed your presence. Your boyfriend's eyes met yours in a matter of seconds, then his sight went down to your body, chucking to himself. 

You looked down and remembered you were only wearing your Selena shirt. 

Oscar got off his car hood and walked towards you, “Buenos dias.” 

The smile on your face was kissed by his lips, “Buenos dias.” 

He pulled back, looking down. “Nice shirt.” 

“I know, right?” You winked turning around and walking back inside to get ready for the day. 

You weren’t surprised to see Oscar’s fridge to be fully stocked and the coffee freshly made in the coffee pot. He was the leader of a dangerous Mexican gang but damn was he domestic as fuck. You began to make breakfast for you and the two cholos working hard outside. 

“¿Que haces ma’? Oscar entered the kitchen sweat spots showing on his grey tank. 

“Making breakfast for us and Sad Eyes,” you said going back to chopping chilli peppers. 

He slipped the tank off his muscular body as he walked towards the bathroom. “Sad Eyes went home to his ruca. I’m taking a shower.” 

“More for me,” you muttered as you shrugged. 

“Heard that!” He shouted from the hallway, making you laugh.

While Oscar took a shower you continued to cook the rest of the breakfast. You made scrambled eggs with tomatoes and chilli peppers, toast and bacon. Once those were done you served it nicely on a plate and poured coffee for the two. 

“Yo, that smells amazing,” he walked into the kitchen.

Sitting down you shrugged smugly, “¿Que? You think you’re the only one who knows to cook?”

Oscar sat down smirking, “No, reina. You do your thing too.” 

“You better say that,” you said as you began to eat.

“Damn,” he said as soon as he took the first bite and continued to eat.

It was nice to see him eat and enjoy your food. When you two were teenagers you didn’t have this domestic feel, not even weeks ago when you were sleeping with each other. He would always cook or you would always have to run out the door. Staying with him was giving your relationship a whole new aspect and to be honest, you liked it. 

“Good?” You had a sip of your coffee. 

“So fucking good,” he said between bites.

You smiled, “It was made with love.” Oscar’s eyes looked up and shot a wink as he continued eating. “Are you driving me to work?”

“Do you want me to drive you to work?”

“Si.” You said without hesitating. 

Oscar licked his thumb, “What about your co-workers and shit?”

You shrugged, “I told you I don’t care what people say. I’m with you and if they have something to say, they better not say it to my face because I’ll react.”

He was so proud and turned on by your sassiness and by how sure of what you wanted you were. “I’ll drive you, chula.”

You were biting on your bacon when he said that, smiling you winked at him and continued to have the rest of your food. 

He drove you to the school, his hand rested on top of your thigh through the short trip. This type of normal was new for you two but it felt good for both. 

“Look at us being official and shit,” Oscar said, “you made me breakfast, me driving you to work. You are staying with me.” He held your hand and kissed the back of it. 

You leaned towards him and kissed his cheek, “I love it.”

“Yo mas,” he said back. 

He pulled over by the school just in the same moment Cesar and his friends were strolling in. All of them instantly spotted the bright red Chevy and began to whisper between them. You also spotted the principal waiting outside the school. 

“Ma’,” Oscar held your hand before you could step out of the car.

You looked into his eyes, “Mhm?” 

“Careful,” he almost whispered. 

You nodded as you gave him a soft smile and stood out of his car. You ignored the stares some of the students were giving you and strolled into the school. As you continued to walk towards your classroom the principal Ms. Gonzales joined. 

“Good morning,” she spoke after clearing her throat.

Taking a deep breath in, you looked at her and smiled. “Buenos dias.” 

“I noticed that Spooky dropped you off at school today?”

“I’m sorry,” you stopped walking and stood in the middle of the hallway.

“I don’t want to seem like I am in everyone’s business-,”

“That’s something everyone says when they are about to get in someone’s business.” 

She fixed her glasses, arching her eyebrow, “Spooky is the leader of the Santos and I don’t like to explain to the parents of the students that one of my teachers is dating the leader of a gang and also teaching history.”

“My personal life doesn’t take any of my capabilities of teaching these kids.”

“Well, it does get in the way of the image of this school.”

You rolled your eyes not believing what she was saying, “Image? Are we in fucking Brentwood? We have gang members as students, there’s no image to keep up. This is Freeridge.”

Gonzales' eyes went wide open after you cursed in front of her face. “Y/N that is not the proper language to use with your boss.”

“¿Y estar de metiche en mi vida personal lo es? I’m sorry Mrs. Gonzales but what I do outside or work or who I date is none of this school or your business.”

Part Seis

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Charlotte Kato x Reader {I Need You} Ch 2

Kato's Pov

When the young girl didn't reply to my initial attempt to speak to her, I tried again but this time I spoke louder. "Did you hear me (Y/n)? I said your Father's death wasn't your fault" There was something special about this girl and I had felt the need to comfort her but I also didn't appreciate her tears pouring down against my skin. "W-Who said that?" I could hear the fear laced within her voice though in a way it was almost cute. "Down here (Y/n) and please stop crying on me" At first the girl didn't move an inch though she was most likely just scared. "T-The pumpkin?... W-What are you talking about?"

"Yes, the pumpkin, or I believe you know me better as Kato. Please turn me around (Y/n)" I had been stuck in that maze for days now while I tried to gain the attention of anyone that would listen but no one had been able to understand me except (Y/n). "K-Kato? T-That's impossible he's just a-a-a-ahhhhh!" Alright, so I didn't fully think this plan through very much since as soon as (Y/n) seen my face she threw me out of her lap. After I had heard the girl speak so highly of me to her little sister, I would have figured she would have been thrilled to find out my true identity but the reaction she showed me was not the one I expected at all.

"W-What the hell are you!?"

"My name is Charlotte Kato and I'm not sure how I ended up as a pumpkin. Though you're the only person that has been to be able to see my face as well as understand what I'm saying. I need your help (Y/n) maybe if I can get back to Mama then she can do something about this" As I watched her wipe away the last remaining tears, she started to crawl over towards me. "You're really him?... I hate to be the one to tell you this Kato but you're nowhere near Whole Cake Island and this isn't even your world. In this world, you're only a character from an anime so I'm not sure how I would even be able to help you. I'm sorr- Wait just a second did you lick me earlier!?"

"Your hand was covering my mouth (Y/n) though you didn't taste very good" When the girl started to glare at me, I realized that probably wasn't the response she wanted to hear but at least it was the truth. "Come along my little Kato let's get going so we can find out how to break this curse you're under"

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A Few Hours Later...

(Y/n)'s Pov

"Is something wrong (Y/n)? You look like you're about to cry and I don't like it" As my eyes shifted over to the pumpkin that sat at the end of my bed, I let out a sign before I replied to it. "I don't have a pumpkin to carve for Halloween anymore. My Mom said she wouldn't buy me another one since I already got you"

"Don't you have the Beri to buy your own?" When I shook my head at Kato, I moved to be closer to him though his facial expression didn't show much. "So, my little orange friend have you thought about how we could break this curse of yours? I'm assuming it's a curse unless you have reason to believe it's something else"

"Well, I've read quite of fables over the years, and usually true loves first kiss does the trick to break a curse though I highly doubt you love me so we'll have to cross that idea off of the list. Do you have any ideas (Y/n)?... Why are you blushing?" As I tried to cover my cheeks from the man's view, I sat up on the bed and held my hands to my face. "H-How do you know that I d-don't love you?"

"Hm, I've never met you before (Y/n) though you seem to know a lot about me. You mentioned that I was an anime character in this world can you please explain that a little bit more to me? I don't understand what you meant by it. Also, your sister is rather rude" When I uncovered my cheeks, I briefly looked over at the mirror to double-check that there was no longer bright red though once I confirmed they were back to normal I turned to Kato.

"Well, an anime is like a tv show that we watch for entertainment here. Though I'll admit there's not much information available about you and you're only in a few episodes sadly but I really like you. Hehehe. I guess I have a special place in my heart for the unappreciated characters. Oh, that reminds me I even draw some fan art of you. Would you like to see it? I'm not the best artist in the world but I think it turned out quite good"

"You drew a picture of me? Hmm, I've never had someone freely draw me before. Sure, I'd love to this drawing of yours (Y/n)" As I went to find the drawing in question, I kept looking over at Kato though maybe it was a hopeless thing to actually think a kiss from my lips would break his curse. "Ah, here it is... What do you think Kato?"

"It's rather well done (Y/n) but why are you drawing pictures of me? I'm not the most attractive male in the world and like your sister said I'm just a pumpkin freak. Why would you even draw someone as ugly as me?" What Kato said had really started to pull at my heartstrings since sure he looked different from the others guys but that didn't make him ugly. "I don't care what you look like on the outside Kato. All that matters to me is what's on the inside. You could be the most attractive person on the planet but if your heart is ugly then the rest of you is to"

"Did you want to kiss me and see if anything happens? I mean it's not going to hurt anything to try it" I thought about the man's question for a second though I slowly started to nod my head as I picked him up within my grip. "Y-Yah, we can try it" My face was probably on fire at the moment but all I had to do was press my lips against his and hope for the best. "(Y/n)! Mom wants you to take the trash ou- What in the hell are you doing to that poor pumpkin?"

I really needed to buy a lock for that door since Yuki clearly didn't know how to knock. "I-I'm just thinking about the design I want to crave into it. Why does Mom want me to take the trash out? I did it yesterday so tell her that TJ has to do it" When Yuki replied back to me, I slowly started to groan as my feet moved onto the ground.

"Yeah, TJ left to his friend's house so you need to do it. I'm sorry Sis I would have done it for you but the doctor doesn't want me to put a lot of pressure on my wrist since the break could worsen" When my eyes drifted to the girl's wrist, I reminded myself that she had strained to during her volleyball game last week. "It's fine Yuki. Tell Mom that I'll be down in a minute I just need to finish up something and please for the love of God learn how to knock"

"Hehehe. It's not like your ever doing anything interesting in here (Y/n)... Unless of course, you have some kind of dirty secret you're attempting to hide from me~" Yuki didn't even wait for a response before she ran out of the room. "That girl is rather annoying but she reminds me of my little sister Flampe. Does she like the sight of blood? Flampe can't stand it though that doesn't stop her cruel ways"

"Blood? Yuki gets hurt all the time but I've never seen her uncomfortable with it. Who's Flampe again? There are so many members of your family that I can't remember you all but I do know a few like Katakuri the really tall guy who loves donuts and tea"

"Hm, don't worry about it (Y/n). Now I believe that you were going to kiss me were you not?" I had almost forgotten about that but since Yuki was gone, I could finish what I started though I was getting slightly nervous about kissing the man. "What's going to happen if this works Kato and you turn back into your human form?" Since this wasn't his world, I couldn't exactly just allow him to leave the house since the government would surely want to experiment on him.

"I haven't thought that far ahead but let's just see if this kiss will even work then we can discuss things afterward" That sounded like a good idea so before I could back out from the plan, I pressed my lips against where his carved smile was located. It was the weirdest feeling in the world to kiss a pumpkin though once I had pulled away, I sat him down and waited a few seconds. "I'm sorry Kato it didn't work... Don't go anywhere I'll be right back"

"It's alright (Y/n) if it makes you feel any better your lips are really soft and I liked the kiss"

"T-Thanks K-Kato... When I-I get back we can think about what we can try next" Before the man could say another word, I had already left the room and started to the kitchen where my mother was waiting. "(Y/n) there you are I was beginning to think that you were going to stay locked in your bedroom all day. The garbage is over by the door I just need you to take it to the end of the driveway"

"First of all, my door does not have a lock on it so it's impossible for me to stay locked in there, and second of all, wasn't it garbage day yesterday?" When my mother turned away from the window, I could see she had fresh tears in her eyes. "No matter how old you get (Y/n) you'll always be my baby girl. I know one day soon you're going to leave this house but I'm afraid you won't even say goodbye to me. Please promise me that when that day comes, you'll at least let me see you off"

"What makes you so sure that I'm going to leave this house? I hadn't even decided on the college I want to attend yet and my grades aren't exactly anything special" My Mother only shook her head before she started to walk past me though I did manage to hear her whisper something under her breath. "We don't meet people by accident. They are meant to cross our paths for a reason"

As I thought about what my Mother could have meant I made my way over to the front door before I grabbed the trash bags and headed outside. Thankfully there were only two bags but they weighed quite a bit. "What the hell could she have thrown away? Garbage day was yesterday so there shouldn't be this much trash... Oh, it's the big garbage pickup week isn't it?" As I continued on down the driveway, I finally made it to the end though based on the dark clouds that were approaching from the east I knew it was going to rain soon.

"I should hurry back to the house before the rain starts... though then again it wouldn't be so bad if I did stay out here for a while. Hm, I wonder if Kato would like to join me?" Since we lived in the middle of nowhere, we had this long dirt driveway but I liked the fact that we didn't have any neighbors for miles. "I'll go see if my Pumpkin King wants to play outside with me~ Hehehe"

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End Chapter 2

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A way to honour her- Adrien AUGreste Day 9

So when I was thinking of ideas for this, I thought, seeing ghosts and then I though, dinner on his birthday and then I reached Ghost Whisper episode where we learn about her grandmother, which is this, but focused on the flashbacks more. (Also sequel to yesterday’s story if that wasn’t clear) So I was so sure Melodie (from the ML PV) looked like Aurore though I looked up her design went to Chloe, but this is what I wanted so, yeah. Is a mention of death, though it’s Adrien going to his mother’s room, no full explination of what he sees. Enjoy  @adrienaugust Emilie

My name is Adrien Agreste. Yeah, that Adrien Agreste. I don’t model anymore, as I’m sure you know due to a falling out, I had with my father after I graduated university. But it’s fine because now I own an antique store, I have 3 of the best friends I could ever have and am married to the best person in the world. You might think I’m just like you, but I’m a bit different. Since I was a little boy, I’ve been able to see and talk to the dead. Earthbound Spirits my mom called them. My job is to find out why their still here and try and help them move on. In order for you to understand my story, you need to understand theirs.

                                                   __________

Adrien knew he should be paying attention to Nino helping customers. For a guy who could list you every new camera and piece of DJ equipment in less than 10 seconds – impressive since they all went to school with a living computer – his knowledge of antique items was a little less, even old electronics they managed to get their hands on. Whenever he offered to help, Adrien had him talking to costumers. Usually they were kind enough to teach him a few things. But this time, his attention was dragged somewhere else, to the pictures in his hands. Pictures of his mother. With her birthday coming up, he was starting to miss her more and more. He loved his mother; she was always there for him. Especially since they shared the same gift, talking to the dead. Growing up it could be a lot, ghosts coming to hound him the minute they realised he could see them. it didn’t make for the happiest childhood but his mother always made it better, trying to help. Even after she passed, she stuck around to make sure he was completely happy. The night Luka proposed to him, she knew she could leave then. He still missed seeing her around, though her coming to bug him after every date he’d have with Luka had been something he’d never miss, after the third or fourth time.

“So, what’s this blind date you’ve got planned?” Marinette asked, finally done setting out the clothing section.

“Huh?”

“Usually I’d poke fun at how you never pay attention, but I’ll let it slid this time. Is this your mom?” Marinette asked, looking at the picture in his hands.

“Yeah, she had to be my age in this. Just met dad. That’s her umbrella. It still works.”

“I wish I got to meet her.”

“Yeah, I wish everyone could met her too. She really liked you when she was still around.”

Marinette hugged Adrien and hooked her head onto his shoulder. “what was your first memory of her teaching you about ghosts?” she wondered.

“Well…”

It was before the arguments between his parents about his gift started. People knew his mother would sometimes go to people’s funerals. She told reporters that when she lost her loved ones, many people claimed to be too busy or just didn’t care and she didn’t want anyone else to feel that way. They went to a funeral and she sat him next to a man that she said they’d help before going to the grieving widow. When his mom came to get him to approach the coffin, he saw that the same man he’d been sat next to. The spirit then appeared next to him, telling him he had a message for his wife, the widow. He told him information to help the widow believe him and when he whispered the message to the woman and saw the new calm emotion on her face, he felt happy. He helped give this woman a sense of closure and helped the man feel ready to cross over. It was the first time he didn’t feel like a freak because of his gift. His mom helped him feel that.

“Excuse me?” a young girl stood by the front door, looking a bit skittish. “Is there a bathroom I can use?”

“Yes, of course. In the back.”

“This way.” Nino said, directing her. “She seems nervous.”

“Big mistake sis. The bathroom is always the first place they look.” A new voice said.

A spirit, who looked exactly like the girl who came in, but dressed similar to how Juleka dressed. She looked surprised when she realised Adrien was staring right at her.

“Huh, twins.”

“Duh.”

He had a feeling things were just getting started.

                                            __________________

The girl, Aurore, had her sister, Melodie, spirit attached to her and had been placed in a mental hospital because she felt her. That was mostly due to them being twins and being so close that even after Melodie passed, it stayed the same. Aurore asked Adrien to help get her out of there. Melodie told him it was the only way she’d feel ready to cross over, her sister safe and out of that place. So, he agreed to help. She told him that her boyfriend would be able to convince her parents she was fine. Melodie didn’t seem to think so but, he wanted to help, so he headed back to where Luka was waiting in the car. He stopped however at the sight of a woman being pushed in a wheelchair by someone. It brought him back to thoughts of his mother.

Around the time he was in lycée, she was starting to feel sick. Dizzy spells, weakness, fainting. His father put her into the hospital and wouldn’t let her leave until they figured out what was going on. He’d been able to steal her from her room so they could walk outside.

“I don’t understand why you can’t just have all this done at home. I’m sure if you ask dad, he’ll hire a private doctor.” He had complained as he pushed his mother in the hospital garden. She used to love flowers.

“Oh, I don’t mind this place so much. Got some very cute people if you feel like visiting more often.”

“Mom!” he said, his face had gone red.

“Sweetheart, being here is fine. This place is just temporary. Life is like a big clock and I know what time the clock says.”

“Mom, you make it sound like you’re leaving. You’d better not go anywhere.”

She had turned in her seat and put a hand on Adrien’s. “Sweetheart. I need you to promise me something. When I do go, don’t wallow ok? I’ve helped so many spirits and I need you to be strong enough to do the same, but I won’t be able to go anywhere if you stay sad all the time.”

“But you’d be gone.” He pointed out. “you’re the only one who doesn’t make me feel like I’m a freak. When spirits show up at school, things get so much worse and dad refuses to acknowledge my gift.”

He still remembered how she patted his hand. “He’ll understand eventually. I know he will. Just promise me sweetheart, ok?”

He took a shuttered breath as he looked away from the woman being pushed. He had to break that promise.

                                                   _____________

The day had been full of ups and downs. During the morning, he’d pulled out his photo albums and let Luka see what Adrien looked like back in school. He told him about his mother was at every event he did until she passed, even if it was through video calls if shooting didn’t allow her to come back. Then he’d been called to the hospital to deal with the aftermath of Melodie influencing her sister to realise her boyfriend wasn’t faithful. Her parents, well mother really, didn’t want him coming by, even with the good doctor’s objections. Then he found out why Melodie didn’t like her sister’s boyfriend. The night she died, when her sister was asleep in the other room due to being sun burned, Melodie slept with her sister’s boyfriend. She might have been drunk, but she didn’t understand why the boyfriend even agreed. Then the dad came to the store when he was telling Marinette about the blind date they’d planned for her with one of Luka’s co-workers. After that, he’d been given permission to see Aurore again, but now he had the explanation of what happened between the girl’s sister and boyfriend weighing on his mind. Of course, as he was walking down the hall, he remembered one of the worst moments of his life.

He’d gone to visit his mom only to be told she’d had a hard time resting and had finally fallen asleep. He decided to stay a while in case she woke up. He’d been sitting trying to figure out if the man smoking across from him was a spirit when his mother appeared.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“I just needed a nap. I’m used to running on little sleep.

“Hey mom? That guy across from me, is he?”

“A spirit? Oh no, he’s human. The person trying to talk to my nurse is a spirit though.”

He watched the nurse for his mother walk through the man trying to talk to her go a scold the man who had been smoking.

He pouted, thinking it was the worse thing, that he couldn’t tell the difference. “Am I ever going to be able to tell the difference?” he asked, getting up and walking with her.

“You will. The easiest way is how the spirit feels. They’ll have this rush of emotions you’ll feel. Fear, relief, curiosity, sadness, happiness.”

He remembered feeling his heart stop. “Mom, I feel that right now.” She gave him that smile, the one she had when trying to tell him she’d be fine before she was brough to the hospital. “No. No!”

He rushed to her room and she was laying in bed too still. It still hurt to remember how easily it was to block his mom’s emotions with his own sadness.

He’d broken her promise of not wallowing. He refused to go to school for 2 weeks and his father became frostier. Nathalie tried to push him to keep going but he couldn’t.

“Sweetheart, you’re breaking your promise.” His mother was standing by his bed, frowning down at him.

“There you are! Where have you been?”

“You saw me at the funeral.”

“For 5 seconds by the casket and then you were gone. How am I not supposed to be wallowing? You’re gone and dad’s worse and how are we supposed to keep going on now that you’re gone?”

“Oh sweetie. I know it hurts now but it’ll get better. It’s the same thing you always tell those people you help. Your gift is an amazing thing and you shouldn’t forget that. You’re going to find someone who is going to show you that you aren’t a freak just cause you can see spirits. I want to make sure you’re happy, but sweetie, that first step starts with you.”

He didn’t think he’d ever be happy after that. It wasn’t until he met Nino, Alya and Marinette during a visit to their university that it started to change. Then he met Luka and it got better. He hoped he could do the same for Aurore and Melodie.

                                             _______________

The calm feeling of a ghost passing on swept through him as Melodie left. Her sister was happier and her father was going to do whatever possible to get her out of the hospital. Melodie was finally able to talk to her dad, really talk to him. He and Luka watched as the girl’s father started taking her back to his car before turning to each other.

“I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you do this.” Luka said, wiping tears from Adrien’s eyes.

“I guess it is. Mom always loved helping people because it gave them a sense of relief and after she died, I didn’t want to do it. But with every spirit I help cross over, I’m honouring her memory.”

“She’d be so proud of you. I know it.”

He did. She might have crossed over but he could feel it. “What time is it?”

“A little after midnight.”

“Her birthday. Can’t think of a better gift than helping someone.”

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Wolf Moon Part 1

A/N: Part 1 of the Stiles Sis Fic series based on Season 1 Episode 1. I am writing the entire series out of order (because some episodes are just easier than others). In general, it follows the outline of the show with an added plotline for the reader. And as always, I appreciate your comments and feedback. Check out the rest, and my other imagines  here.

“Y/n, get ready we have to go,” Stiles demanded as he burst into your bedroom.

“Go where Stiles? It’s late and we have school tomorrow...as in the first day of sophomore year,” you replied rolling your eyes.

“We are going to Scott’s house,” he answered throwing your shoes and jacket at you.

“Stiles, we were at Scott’s earlier,” you groaned.

“Yes but earlier, there wasn’t a call on the police scanner that said two joggers found a body in the woods, was there?” he remarked pulling out his phone to call Scott.

“Are you serious?” 

“Dead serious.”

You rushed to put on your jacket and follow him out to Roscoe. This was going to be an interesting night, and you were all for it.

Scott still hadn’t answered his phone, so Stiles came up with a plan to gain his attention. Knowing that the plan was devised by your brother, it was overly complicated. So you decided to sit back and watch. Stiles refused to just knock on the door, he couldn’t ring the doorbell like a normal person. No, he decided to climb up to Scott’s room. You saw Scott come out on his porch with a bat and then Stiles fell down. Scott almost clobbered him with the bat. They both shrieked like little girls.

Scott finally yelled, “Stiles what the hell are you doing?”

This is when you decided to make your entrance. “You weren’t answering your phone,” you mocked your brother.

Stiles shot you a dirty look for that comment, but soon remembered his purpose, “Dude, you won’t believe this. My dad left 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called, they are bringing in every Beacon Hills officer and even the State Police” he recalled.

“For what?” Scott asked.

“Two joggers found a body in the woods” Stiles replied.

“A dead body?” Scott asked in disbelief.

“No, a body of water, yes Scott, a dead body” Stiles answered sarcastically.

“So like murder?” Scott questioned.

“They don’t know yet, just that is was a girl in her twenties.” Stiles clarified.

“So if they have the body, what are they looking for?” Scott reasoned.

“That’s the best part, they only found half…we’re going!” Stiles declared.

You laughed at his eagerness and then waited for Scott to get ready. The three of you headed to the woods. When suddenly it dawned on you. “Hey Stiles, do we know which half of the body we are looking for?” you asked.

“Oh, I didn’t even think of that.”

“Yeah, and what if the murderer is still out there and we run into them?” Scott questioned.

“I didn’t think of that either. We can take my bat.”

“Yeah, cause that’ll save us,” you say rolling your eyes, “Another well thought out plan by Stiles Stilinski.”

It wasn’t long before Stiles pulled into the preserve. “Are we really doing this?” Scott asked as the three of you exited the jeep.

“Come on man, you are the one who always complaining that nothing ever happens in this town,” Stiles answered.

“I just wanted to get a good night's sleep before tryouts and school tomorrow” Scott explained double-checking that he had his inhaler.

“Right! Because sitting on the bench takes sooo much effort,” Stiles quipped.

“Stiles! stop being such an ass, he plays more than you do,” you shot back.

“It’s fine, I’ll bet you that not only do I play more than you this year, but I will make first line,” Scott challenged.

“That’s a good one Scott. I mean I guess everyone should have dreams even if they are pathetically unrealistic,” Stiles answered.

“Okay, change of topic,” you announced having heard enough of the ‘alpha male’ fight for one night, “Stiles where are we going?” you asked as he started to lead you up a hill. You decided to go last, so Scott wouldn’t be left behind when he needed to use his inhaler.

“Just a little further, we are almost there,” Stiles urged.

“Stiles, how the hell do you know where we are going? The police don’t even know where they are going,” Scott demanded.

“I have a feeling,” Stiles remarked.

“I have a feeling” you mocked under your breath, which earned a laugh from Scott.

Stiles suddenly took off at a sprint yelling for you and Scott to follow him. But Scott was in the process of using his inhaler and you had the only other flashlight. When the two of you went to follow Stiles you saw that he had been caught by your dad. You hid in a ditch and listened in. “Where are your usual partners in crime?” your dad interrogated.

“What? You mean Scott and Y/n? They didn’t come. They were too worried about school tomorrow” Stiles answered, “It’s just me in the woods, alone…”

Your dad flashed the light around to confirm that you and Scott weren’t there. And then he left, walking Stiles back to the Jeep. You and Scott sat there a minute and then started to head to the main road. The only problem was that it was now much darker than it had been when you arrived and everything was starting to blend together.

“Do you think we should split up?” Scott asked.

“I don’t know, I mean we don’t know what is out there and we only have one flashlight,” you answered taking a mental note to pound Stiles later for leaving the two of you out here in the dark.

“Okay here is the deal, we can’t be that far from the road. So you walk sixty paces that way and I’ll walk sixty paces this way,” Scott said gesturing. “Then we turn around and come back. We will meet here by this,” he continued, sticking a stick into the ground.

You reluctantly agreed and started walking. After about twenty paces you regret your decision. It was scary before, but at least you weren’t alone. Alone. That was a weird concept. For as long as you could remember Stiles or Scott had been by your side. But now it was just you. And the ½ of a dead body. And the animals. And potentially the murderer. ‘That’s it, this is how I’m going to die’ you thought. Suddenly you heard noises. You secretly hoped it was your dad and his deputies. You were entirely willing to get grounded if it meant that you would get out of this nightmare any sooner. But instead it was a herd of deer that came racing towards you. You screamed trying to run away from them. But one of them collided into you knocking you down. You had no choice but to lay there and wait, hoping not to get trampled.

Scott faintly heard your scream and started towards your direction. He tripped and face planted into the cold ground. When he looked up, he was met with the face of the dead girl. He shot backward and rolled down the ravine, losing his inhaler. As he tried to find it and regain his composure, he heard a low growl. Before he could react something had bit his side. He sprinted away trying to escape whatever it was that attacked him. Without realizing it, he had sprinted into the road and was nearly hit by a car. He pulled his maroon hoodie up to look at the bite, it was already bleeding. Scott then started to walk back towards town. He was lost in his thoughts wondering what the hell just happened when his phone rang. It was a call from you. He answered without hesitation. “Y/n, are you okay? I’m on the road. Where are you?” he asked concern filling his voice. 

“Scott I’m fine, I just made it out to the road too. I called Stiles, he is on his way. Just stay put okay?” you answered. 

“Okay I’ll see you in a bit” he answered. Scott wanted to tell you what had just happened. He was scared and he knew you would know the right thing to say, but he couldn’t. Not tonight, he could tell by the shakiness in your voice that you had already been through enough.

It wasn’t long before he was greeted by the familiar sight of that baby blue jeep. He had never been so relieved to see Roscoe. You were already in the backseat fast asleep. The car ride back was dead silent. It wasn’t that Scott was mad at Stiles, he was just scared. And his side hurt. And he had school tomorrow. And….before he knew it he was home. He went upstairs and pulled his sweatshirt up again. It looked disgusting. He debated whether or not to tell his mom. After all, it could be infected or whatever did it could’ve been carrying a disease. But at the end of the day, he didn’t want to explain how it happened. It couldn’t really be that bad, right? So he flooded it in peroxide and bandaged it up before attempting to go to sleep.

Stiles carried you up to your room and laid you carefully in your bed. He felt so bad for leaving you and Scott out there. But at least you were home now, safe and sound. He took your shoes off and tucked you under your blankets. He went to his room and changed into his pajamas, head racing. There had been a dead body in Beacon Hills. Everything was about to change.

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Through Sickness and Through Health

This is a one-shot of Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens. I was inspired by the episode of Martin where he was sick and Gina had to take care of him. Thought it would be cute to do this idea especially because a sick Erik is all men when they are sick. Enjoy. 

RECOMMENDED LISTENING: Its A Man’s World by James Brown

  It was sunny, beautiful bright morning and Y/N was in her home office working on something for the youth center. Erk wakes up coughing and sneezing to no “baby girl” in bed. “PRINCESSSSSSSSS! BAAAAAAAAAABBBBBBY!” She walked from the hall wearing a sweatsuit set and saw her husband tucked in bed holding her pillow that smelt like her hair oil. 

   “Baby, I’m sick”, he says helplessly in need of TLC. She looked at him and said “shit”. She pulled out the “Erik’s Sick Emergency Kit from under the bed and opened the container. She sat him up to put vapor rub on his chest with plastic gloves on and places the thermometer in his mouth to see a hundred degrees. She nodded and kissed his cheek. “I’m gonna bring you some soup, okay?”

   He nodded and said “hurry, baby. I’m lonely.” She smiled and rolled her eyes to make the ginger chicken soup his mom always made when he was sick since he was a child. While it cooked, she brewed some green tea like he liked it and when she turned around, Y/N saw Erik wrapped in a huge blanket that was bigger than his physique. “Erik, my King. Why are you not in bed, baby?”

   He had tissues in his nose and his eyes looked tired; “because I missed you.” He stomped his feet with a sad face.“I was gone for only like fifteen minutes, babe.” He pouted and said, “that’s toooooo looooooonggggggggg.” Y/N took his hand and led him back into bed. “Stay here, N’Jadaka. I will be back. I have to go to our office downstairs, real quick. I will be back, okay?” He nodded and lied back down. She was sitting in the office and on the phone with Shuri as she looked at her laptop at a few emails. “Yes, production is all well, I see. Tickets are sold out and the entertainment is all booked.”

   She heard a cough and looked over her laptop to see Erik. “Hold on, Shuri.” She put her cousin in law on mute and looked at N’Jadaka. “Big Poppa, why are you out of bed again?” “You took too long and I was lonesome.” He stood above her and she said: “sis, I gotta call you later.” She grabbed her laptop, took her husband’s hand and they went back to the room; tuck him in. “Look here, bwoy. I will go and get your tea and soup and I will be back in a few seconds, okay? Don’t make me tie you up with our bondage stuff.”

     She ran downstairs to get a bowl made for him and a cup, feeling paranoid. When she turned to place the stuff on his tray, he was behind watching her. “Lemme guess. I took too long?” He nodded and said, “I’m sorry. You know how I get when ” She smiled at how cute he was and kissed his nose. They were soon back upstairs and she fed him his soup while he had a warm towel on his head. After he ate, she took his hand to the bathroom and drew him a nice warm bath with bubbles. She stripped him down and he stepped in. She rolled up her pants legs and sat on the lip of the tub and began bathing his body.

   “Siri, play James Brown It’s a Man’s World for Mr. Udaku .” The song played and he fell back on her legs looking up at her. “I love you, baby.” 

“I love you, too, my King.”

   Y/N dressed him in a sweatsuit and he soon fell asleep. She sat beside him, looking at him as she continued her work. Y/N felt his arms wrapping around her waist so she placed her laptop on her bedside table and turned on their plasma screen to see that the actual episode of Martin when he got sick played. Erik’s head found its place in her lap and she caressed his ears as he snored. She looked down at him then back at the TV. “My Big Baby.”

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I know this is kind of short but if you wanna see how Erik is when the black reader is sick.

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Blanket fever

Summary: Katara spends the morning in bed while Aang takes care of her.

Word count: 3,555

Author's note: A collaboration between me and @thecaroliner, which turned out really nice and fluffy (I hope!). She helped provide me with some headcanons for this story, along with the ideas I originally had and wanted to write this time. I imagine it takes place shortly after the events in "Imbalance". The ending is dedicated to this scene from "Call the Midwife", where Barbara passes away as Tom (her husband) and Phyllis (her best friend) recite a psalm. I happened to watch this episode the evening after I'd started writing this story and I knew that this would be a perfect ending. Except that Katara doesn't pass away, she just falls asleep in Aang's arms while he reads a book to her.

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Katara turned on her other side, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The sun shined through the window of their temporary apartment, provided by the owner of Earthen Fire Industries, Lao Beifong himself. She propped herself up against the luxurious pillows to have a look outside.

"Brrr!"

She gritted her teeth and fell back in bed, pulling the blanket around herself like a cocoon. Her shivers had only gotten worse by the morning.

She noted the empty side of the bed next to her. Aang had probably got up a long time ago. Not to mention that from the short glance she managed, she'd spotted several nonbenders buzzing around outside the factory. What time was it anyway?

The door leading to their shared bedroom opened with a creak and her boyfriend tried to stumble inside as quietly as he could, all while walking backwards and carrying a tray of food. His face lit up once he spun around.

"Oh, Katara! You're awake."

"M-morning, Aang. What t-time is it? And h-how long did I sleep?"

He put the tray on the small nightstand next to their bed, then perched himself on the edge and scooted closer to her. She hummed when he combed a few loose strands of hair off her face and gave a peck on her temple. His presence alone helped her feel better.

"It's 10 in the morning-"

"Already!?" she panicked, almost wanting to jump out of bed. But his hands came to her shoulders to restrain her and calm her down.

"..and you slept for 12 hours. You seemed so poorly when I woke up early this morning, so I thought I'd let you get some rest."

Katara sighed and shut her eyes again in an attempt to block out the bright daylight shining through the window. She sensed his fingers caress her cheek and, shortly after, a much cooler palm landed on her forehead.

"You still have a fever."

"Really? What was your first clue?" she asked with a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

"Let's see.. You're burning up, your cheeks are flushed.. I can see you shaking like a leaf underneath that blanket."

"Well, you don't look too hot yourself," she remarked, having noticed the slight bags under his eyes.

"That might be because I stayed up half the night watching you toss and turn and moan through your sleep."

Her face dropped.

"I.. I did? Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetie! I didn't mean to keep you up all night," she said, wriggling a hand out of the cocoon to grab his own and offer an apology. Aang chuckled, tucking her back in since he could see shivers run down her bare arm.

"That's okay, Katara. I couldn't sleep anyway. I was worried and wanted to keep an eye on you."

She smiled, sitting up for a second to let him fluff the pillows behind her back.

"Thanks! I appreciate it."

After he'd helped her lie back down in bed, Aang reached for the spoon and plate of jook, breathing on the steaming dessert to cool it down.

"I made you some jook for breakfast. I hope you like it."

He blew on each spoonful, adding a sliver of jam to the side before feeding it to her. Katara licked her lips clean of the sweet red jello, peeking at the center of the plate. He'd dropped a rather huge pile of it in the middle.

"Mmm! Is this strawberry jam?"

"Yeah, I figured that eating plain jook might make you sick, so I added some jam to make it even sweeter. Just like you."

She giggled when he pinched her cheek, after which she allowed him to feed her the rest of the rice porridge. Aang offered her a glass of cold, refreshing juice to drink.

"Can someone let me in, please?"

She quirked an eyebrow when she heard her brother's voice behind the door. Aang scurried across the room to pull it completely open so Sokka could enter. He carried a rather large basin filled with water inside and put it down near the foot of the bed.

"Here you go, sis!"

"Uhh, what's this for?" she wondered, pointing a finger towards the basin. Sokka snaked a hand around the airbender's neck.

"Aang asked me to boil some water on the kettle for your foot bath."

"But.. don't you remember what mom said? Wouldn't that make my fever worse?"

The boys shared a knowing look.

"Not if I control the temperature with my firebending. Sokka and I already thought about that. I won't let the water get too hot. So, you can take the bath as soon as you feel up for it and when your fever isn't rising.."

He ran his hand over her clammy forehead for a second. She wasn't visibly shaking under the sheets anymore.

"Which, I'd say, is right about now. What do you say, sweetie? Do you wanna take a foot bath?"

Katara nodded and let Aang grab her arms to help her sit up. She shifted closer to the basin near the edge of the bed while Sokka walked over and helped adjust the blanket so it'd cover her back and shoulders.

"Thanks!"

"You're welcome, sis. Oh, one more thing! I almost forgot to bring this.."

He pulled her comb out of his pocket and handed it into Aang's hands instead. When she tried to take it back, he wouldn't let her get her hands on it.

"Nuh-uh! Just sit back and enjoy the pampering, Katara. I wanna comb your hair today."

"Sweetie, I'm more than capable of combing my own hair. You don't have to do that-"

"But I want to. You're not feeling well and, as long as I'm here, I'm gonna do everything I can to ease your suffering."

She couldn't argue with that. She locked her arms around his waist and nuzzled her face into her boyfriend's tummy, letting out a content hum.

"And that's my cue to leave you two lovebirds alone."

She didn't pay attention to her brother's teasing until he stepped beside her, stroking her head a couple of times and whispering into her ear.

"I'll come check on you later, okay?"

"Sounds good, Sokka," she murmured to him in a similarly caring tone, after which he really left the two of them alone.

Katara leaned forward and dipped a finger into the water before she felt certain that she could carefully lift her feet in there, too.

"Is it hot enough?"

She lowered them into the water bit by bit, supporting her heels against the bottom of the basin first, then letting the rest of the sole in and finally her toes as well. She sighed in relief.

"Yeah, my feet just need to get used to it."

Aang sat next to her and scooted closer to help her freshen up. She let him pull the beads off her hair loopies and unclip the clip holding the rest of her hair together on the back. It wasn't serving its purpose after such a rough night's sleep. Her brown locks were all over the place.

She pulled the blanket tighter around herself, making sure that her bare arms would remain covered with it while Aang worked on untangling some knots. She never understood how he could run the comb through her hair so smoothly. And he was much more patient with handling knots than she was on a bad hair day. Was it in his nature to be careful with these kind of things, because he was afraid of hurting her if he pulled too hard?

"Do you need me to heat up the water now? It's been a few minutes since we started."

She stirred the nearly lukewarm water around with her feet.

"Yes, but how are you gonna do that?"

"Keep your feet apart and tell me when to stop."

Aang took a deep breath and, as soon as she'd spread her legs to either side of the basin, he puffed out a stream of steam in the center. Katara let him go on for a couple of more seconds before it became unbearable.

"Okay, that's enough!"

Once the remaining steam had cleared, she met her reflection in the still water. She watched Aang's fingers dance through strands of her hair near her temples with the utmost care. He curled a thicker bunch around his finger to slip the bead through it, forming both hair loopies that way. He brought them together at the back of her head and fastened them with the clip.

Her attention turned back to her own reflection when he began brushing her loose hair as a finishing touch. Her fever had fallen, but she could spot a faint tint of red on her cheeks. Her baggy eyes from the restless night seemed even worse than his. She really did look terrible.

"Don't worry, Sokka's gonna cover for us in the council today.. Want me to heat it up again?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. One more time. I don't wanna keep my feet in for too long when I'm feverish."

Aang did like she asked, then placed her comb on the nightstand and got up from bed.

"I'm gonna go get you some clean water, and a towel for drying your feet. Do you need anything else?"

"No, thanks, sweetie. I'm good."

He hurried out of the room for a minute to fetch the stuff he'd prepared. Katara stirred the warm water with her feet while she still could in the meantime. She had to pause for a moment when a sudden coughing fit hit her. Great, now she was developing a cough, too.

"Katara? Did you say something?" the airbender exclaimed from the corridor.

"Nah! It was just a cough," she answered as he returned to his seat beside her, tossing the towel on the mattress.

"You weren't coughing before."

"I guess I must be getting sicker," she shrugged.

"Well, in that case, I just have to take care of you twice as good."

He planted a kiss in her hair to cheer her up, then held a bowl filled with water in front of her nose.

"Here, you can wash your face with this. Maybe it'll help you feel a little better."

Katara heeded his advice, splashing her face with the cold water to clean every inch. She paid extra attention to the corners of her mouth, still sticky from the jam she'd licked off earlier. She patted her cheeks and wiped her forehead several times to help bring her fever down.

Aang handed her the towel once she was done, waiting until she dried her face and then both her feet. While she was busy, he reached inside his sash and revealed a pair of yellow woollen socks.

"I brought you something, too."

"The socks I knit for you during our first winter together as a couple? Aww, sweetie! You shouldn't have.."

He squatted down and grabbed her left foot first, still red from staying in the burning water for so long, and helped her pull them on her bare feet.

"It took me a while to find them among our luggage on Appa's saddle. But I thought these would be perfect for keeping your feet warm after the hot bath. At least that's what Sokka said that you should do."

"He's right."

Katara wiggled her toes in her new fuzzy footwear, admiring the familiar patterns she'd spent hours working on. Aang grabbed her shoulders and coaxed her back into bed.

"And now, bed rest. Healer's orders."

"Who's the healer around here?" she asked with a sly smile while he flipped the blanket over and tucked her in with the dry side.

"You are. But Sokka also said that you should stay in bed and cool down after a foot bath."

She pouted, knowing far too well that her brother was right again. That was the way her mother used to treat colds when she was a little girl.

"Besides, I'm not going anywhere. Next up, a mandatory cuddling session!"

"A what now?" she barely uttered before Aang was already climbing into the bed and snuggling up to her left side.

She started laughing when his arms snaked around her torso, unintentionally tickling her near her ribs. But her own hands moved along a trail she'd treaded several times before, enveloping him in her embrace so naturally once they'd both settled down.

"Are you cosy?"

"Yeah, except that my feet are itching like crazy," she claimed, rubbing them against each other to fight the tingling sensation. It wasn't helping much.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Katara, but could you stay still for a minute? Maybe two?"

"Why?"

"I wanna check how bad that cough of yours is, but I can't concentrate if you're fidgeting."

"Oh, let me help you out a little.."

Aang obliged by lifting his head so she could tug at the straps of her lilac tunic, slipping them over her shoulders to bare her skin a bit more. She helped guide his right ear back onto her chest, above her heart, to be exact.

"Is this better?"

She took the silence, along with the approving hum and nod, as a 'yes' and remained quiet for a while. Her fingers traced a path across the wrinkles of his sash, over the hump of his shoulder, up his neck and stopped on his warm cheek. She tilted her head to get a better look at his face.

"Aang?.. I think you might've caught my fever."

"What makes you say that?"

"You're blushing."

At first, she started giggling when he patted his cheek to check. But then her giggling turned into a coughing fit and she had to take a moment to catch her breath.

"Sorry! I'll stay quiet now.."

He smiled at that. Aang laced his fingers with her own, resting their entwined hands in front of his lips to give hers a gentle kiss. Katara sensed how he slowly let go, sliding his hand down to her wrist and softly pressing two fingers into her skin to take her pulse.

"How is it?" she whispered, tenderly running her free hand over his head.

"Do you want an honest answer?"

"Mhmm," she said, nodding.

"Okay. Even though you have a cough, you're still a pretty good airbender."

She chuckled.

"Is that your way of saying that my breathing is okay?"

"Yes. It's even, you're not gasping for air.. I don't see anything wrong with your breathing. At least nothing worth worrying about for now."

"What about here?" she wondered, slipping a finger under his chin and scratching near the spot where his ear was pressed to her chest. The tickling made the airbender laugh.

"Your heart has a nice little beat to match your pulse."

Katara released another short giggle as Aang laid his hand on top of hers, pressing it flat against her chest. She became a lot more self-conscious when she could feel her heart flutter against her palm.

"You're right. It's going pretty fast. Probably because of the fever."

"True. But it's strong, like a shield protecting a warrior from blows during a battle. It's steady like a Southern Water Tribe boat sailing through sea during a calm, swayed in the rhythm of the slow waves.."

"Oh, Aang.."

"But most importantly, it's full of love.. and kindness.. and compassion.. and hope. I can hear it. It's kind of contagious."

Katara kissed Aang's head while he listened to her chest and poured her over with compliments. Her hands locked around him and gave him a good squeeze.

"Mmm.. Thank you, sweetie. That means a lot."

"You're welcome, Katara. Do you know what would make this morning even better?"

"No.. what?"

He propped himself up on his elbow and planted a kiss above her heart, pulling the straps of her tunic back up on her shoulders. She hummed as he rolled over and reached for the top drawer of the nightstand, shuffling inside until he picked up a book.

"Something to read."

"Where'd you get that?"

"I found it on the bookshelf in the living room. It's a book about legends from hundreds of years ago," Aang said as he fluffed two of his pillows before he sat up a bit and snuggled up to Katara's side again, locking one arm around her to hold her close.

"I started reading this one story last night when I couldn't sleep and waited until you weren't so restless anymore."

"What's it about?" she wondered, lacing her fingers with his on her shoulder and nuzzling the side of her face against his chest.

"This particular story talks about some sort of an all-powerful spirit who befriended a human. I don't know what happens in the end since I fell asleep halfway through. Would you like me to read it to you?"

"Yes, please," she murmured. Aang gave her a kiss on her sweaty temple and began flipping through the pages to find the place where he left off last time.

"Okay, here it is.. Over the span of a year, the all-powerful spirit walked the same path as the human. She followed him everywhere he went, to all the four corners of the world. Just so you know, the spirit's supposed to be a woman and the human was a young man."

"Mmm.." Katara merely hummed, letting him continue after he'd clarified.

"She learned about the ways of human beings, of their darkest desires and lightest dreams. Being so close to one, she saw far more than any other spirit ever could.

She witnessed the beginning of life and the joy of a young child's laughter. The hardship of love and the fortune that came from starting a family. The great sorrow of a mortal's spirit coming to an end in their world and passing on to her own realm. One might say the all-powerful spirit lived through an entire lifetime of a human in just a year.."

Katara let out a quiet yawn and closed her eyes, pricking up her ears until slumber would eventually conquer her.

"..The human she was travelling with stumbled upon communities who proved to her how they could overcome times of crisis if they worked together. How well humans could protect each other, others around them and preserve their natural surroundings at the same time. Destruction and rebuilding worked hand in hand. She felt their inner struggles and took pride when justice prevailed.

In time, her black-and-white prejudice of their species had completely blurred into different shades of grey. There was never an easy solution to any kind of problem that the humans had to face. Much like the spirits, who had shared this world with them for centuries.."

Aang paused when he felt Katara's hand slip out of his and fall down onto her tummy. She could sense him staring at her, pondering whether he should say something or not.

"Katara?"

"Hmm?" she hummed in return, but she didn't open her eyes to look at him.

"Are you sleeping?"

"Almost."

He decided not to bother her anymore and let her get some rest. He dropped the book in his lap and caressed her slightly less flushed cheek with the back of his hand, waiting for her to fall asleep.

Katara didn't say another word for the rest of the morning, after she'd whispered her last request.

"Keep reading. I like listening to your voice. It's so.. serene. And soothing."

And he did. Aang grinned and kissed the top of her head, then tucked her under the blanket so she wouldn't feel cold.

Provided she didn't start shivering again and more beads of sweat formed on her face, he felt sure that her fever wasn't rising. He dipped the towel into the bowl of leftover cold water and pressed the damp spot against her forehead every now and again, which helped keep her temperature down.

He picked up the book and continued reading until he finished the story of this legend, long after she'd fallen asleep in his arms, her mild snores being the only sound that accompanied his voice.

"..And as long as the all-powerful spirit was within him, he didn't need to fear no evil. Because she was his protector. She became a part of his conscience, shining her guiding light towards peace and harmony, helping him return balance to the world.

She was his inner fire when he needed the energy to accomplish his goals. She was his breath of fresh air when he was struggling to find his way out of the smoke. She was his ocean that helped him drift to shore when he felt like drowning in worries. She was his steady rock when his entire world came crashing down.

To defend her was to give him strength. To love her was to give him breath. Through years of training and practising the four bending disciplines, the all-powerful spirit and human formed an unbreakable bond and they could never ever be separated again.

The ancients have spoken her name, but it has since been lost in history books. Now, the human, who shall forever carry her along within their soul from one lifetime to another, is the sole reminder of her existence in our mortal world. The great bridge between humans and spirits. The Avatar."

[tentoriwrites]

Learning Curve: Episode Six

Allies and Enemies @that-otome-potato

A group of affluent young men form a high school gang. Their goal is to bring peace to all the rival school gangs in their area. When an out of place girl at school threatens the peace and gains their attention, everything changes.

Episode Five

The weather was getting warmer, so she decided to take the afternoon watching everyone prepare for the school festival and the city-wide sports competition. Even though the sports competition was a few weeks out, everyone who planned on participating were practicing fiercely. It was a point of pride evidently. So there she sat on the bleachers watching Nobu and Toshi sumo wrestle. Every time she would cheer for Nobu, Toshi would scowl at her. But every time she cheered for Toshi, Nobu scowled at her.

“It’s an impossible place to be in when two friends are competing and you have to choose a side.”

“You can say that again.” She glanced over and found Nobu, young ward, Ranmaru was sitting next to her. She had been so taken in watching the match she hadn’t noticed him. “Mochi?”

“Did you make them?”

“Of course!”

“I would love some then!” She giggled at how enthusiastic he became after finding out she had made them.

“Are you competing in anything?”

“Maybe karate.” She giggled again at his surprised look. “Toshi taught me when we were younger and I’ve been taking classes again lately.”

“Ah… because of…”

“Not exactly.” She looked out at the field. “I have no intention of fighting, but… I also don’t want to be deadweight, you know? I don’t want to be protected all the time.”

“An admirable sentiment. However, I don’t think they will be many circumstances where you’ll have to defend yourself.” He seemed to be believe this statement whole-heartedly. “You have quite a few people who are keeping an eye on you.”

“They have more or less made that room in the restaurant their meeting room… And there seem to be more and more people coming and going lately.” She thought back on it and realized at least one of the Oda gang showed up there every day for the last few months.

“Have you decided if you’re going to the school festival?”

“I don’t have much choice now.” She sighed in resignation.

“Nobu ordered it so?”

“I couldn’t care less about him ordering me to go.”

“I WOULDN’T LET HIM HEAR YOU SAY THAT!” He looked around frantically. Only breathing a sigh of relief when he noticed Nobu was still wrestling Toshiie.

She rolled her eyes at his perceived dramatics and went on. “Kiyomasa told my Mom about it so now she’s insisting I go. Especially since she found the kimono Nobu gave me.”

“But you have reservations? You wouldn’t have to go alone. You have your pick of suitors!”

“It’s not that… My Father used to go to all the school festivals with me… So it’s a bit painful.”

“He’s no longer around then?”

“No.”

“I see.” He didn’t press the issue and she was glad for that. If she started talking about it at school, she wouldn’t not have kept it together. “I think, if I may be so bold to suggest, you should go with Nobu. Not because you would be conceding to his whims, but because his bodyguard is considerably older and very fatherly to all of us.”

“Do you mean Mr. Shibata?”

“Yes! Have you met him?”

“I think so. Is he a mountain of a man? Wears his hair in a ponytail?”

“Yes!” Ranmaru tried not to laugh too hard at her description. “I’m sure he would take right to you.”

“Hmmm… No, I think I’ll just go on my own. My Mom is going to make me one way or another. At least that way I can leave on my own guilt free.”

“I do believe I specified I don’t care who you go with.”

“As long as I go.” She finished Nobu’s harsh declaration for him. “And I am going!”

“You need to go with someone.” He gave her a piercing look. “Crowds are very dangerous and someone needs to keep an eye on you.”

“I don’t need a babysitter.”

Ranmaru and Toshiie looked visbly disturbed by her rebuke. Each moving away slowly. Nobu’s eyes narrowed as he moved in on her.

“Do you propose you’ll use your martial arts to repel an attacker in a yukata?”

“The thought had crossed my mind.” She withered a little but held his gaze. “But the idea is impractical at best.”

“At least you are smart enough to know your limits.” His expression eased slightly as he backed away. “Find an escort by the festival or I’ll stick you with old man Shibata.”

“Nobu, if I may have a word with you.” An unfamiliar voice finally took the attention off her.

“Ieyasu. I wasn’t expecting you.” Nobu addressed a curly headed blond in a school uniform she didn’t recognize.

“That’s Ieyasu. He’s the leader at a school closer to the bay. He’s one of Nobu’s allies in unifying the whole city.” Ranmaru very graciously alleviated her confusion. He went into detail describing the entourage with Ieyasu as well. Just as Ranmaru finished, the young man named Toramatsu walked up.

“Hello, Ranmaru.” He gave Ranmaru a friendly smile and a wave. “You must be the new member we’ve heard about.”

“I have a reputation among gangs now. Marvelous.” She blurted it out without meaning to.

“It’s nothing as bad as the rumors the students were saying about you before, from what I understand.” Toramatsu chuckled as he said so. “Welcome. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you as well.” She looked down at the serious expression on Nobu’s face and decide the conversation wasn’t going well.

“One of our biggest rivals showed up at our school yesterday. They would not give any specifics, but it seems they are going to issue a challenge revolving around sports competition.” Toramatsu explained quietly.

“What kind of challenge?”

“Knowing them, whoever wins the most events gets to continue pursuing unification.” Ranmaru answered her this time. He let out an exasperated sigh. I don’t understand why they cannot just work together.”

 The events of the afternoon weighed heavily on her mind as she walked home. So much so she didn’t notice anyone around her until she ran into them. A very sturdy them.

“Owe…” She rubbed her butt as she sat on the sidewalk. “OH! I’m so sorry!” before she could even think of getting up, she was already on her feet.

“It’s my fault for just standing around on the sidewalk like thaaaaatttt…” The young man’s voice turned distinctly frantic. He practically threw her hand away and bowed deeply. “Please forgive me! I hope you aren’t injured!”

His overzealous apology left her momentarily stunned until a deep laugh caught her attention. From behind the blue-eyed young man was a dignified looking guy with fiery red hair.

“You’ll have to forgive Yukimura. He has a very… profound respect for women.” The red-head explained as he stepped up and offered her his hand.

“Takeda Shingen.”

She offered her name as she shook his hand. “Were you looking for something to eat? I can personally recommend this restaurant seeing as my family runs it.”

Before she could get an answer, Yukimura grabbed her and threw her right into Shingen. Shingen proceeded to wrap his arms protectively around her. She was about to ask why when a rumble like the god of death itself made everything clear.

“You have something that belongs to me.” Nobu growled. It was calm veneer masking a seething anger just beneath the surface.

“I don’t see your name on her.” Shingen answered back challengingly.

“I shouldn’t have to mark my territory for dogs to know to stay off it.”

“What do you have to say about this?” Shingen released his grip a little. “Are you his?”

“That depends on what you mean exactly… We aren’t dating or anything but I guess I’m a member of his... umm… group?”

Shingen laughed at her ambivalent reply. “How can you expect to keep anyone around if you don’t make their status clear?”

“I’m in no mood for a lecture from the old guard clinging with pathetic desperation to the last vestiges of his youth.”

It was clear a fight was about to break out until her little brother through the door open. “Hey, sis! You gonna stand out here chit chatting with your 800 boyfriends or ya gonna get in here and help?”

“IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL, YAHIKO!” the fury of an embarrassed teenage girl overrode all other thoughts as she ran full speed through the door after him.

A moment later her Mother appeared. She looked back and forth at the tense situation. “I have no idea what’s going on out here but you can’t fight on an empty stomach. Your usual room is open so get on in here you lot!”

Begrudgingly, they all sat down in the private room to eat.

“Why are you here?” Mitsuhide broke the silence first with the question everyone wanted to know.

“To issue a challenge.” Shingen answered confidently. “Whoever wins the most contests at the sports days claims the right to unification. The loser stays out of the way.”

“That is what we suspected.” Mitsuhide answered gravely. “We are not inclined to accept your challenge.”

“Knowing you two, you don’t see a point. Pretty confident you can take over everything even if get in your way.” Shingen leaned back in his chair with his arms folded over his chest. “Or, you’re cowards.”

“Like hell we are!” Toshiie was on his feet in an instant.

“Sit down, Maeda.” Mitsuhide ordered him in a stern voice.

“Let’s make this interesting, shall we?” Shingen’s lips quirked up in a smile. “Whoever wins gets the girl and dominion.”

“Hey wait just a second here! It doesn’t matter if he agrees to that or not! You can’t make me do anything I don’t want to do!” she got to her feet as she made her protest.

“She has an excellent point there.” Mitushide conceded as if it were the only point that needed made to end the whole proceedings.

“If we lose, I’ll see to it my family stops paying her tuition. It will be up to you to get her into your school.” Nobu’s quiet, calm voice shattered her whole world. Without saying anything else, he got up and left the room. Everyone heard him pay for his food and leave the building. Still, they all sat there in silence. After a long few moments, she too got to her feet and left the room as fast as she could so no one could see her crying.

Episode Seven: Dark Horses

[maealbert]

Visitation // The Liaison

NEW!

A/N: Episode 7 of The Liaison. Took me long enough to get this posted. A/N 2: So I forgot to post this originally for New Year’s and I had a whole part typed up so now I’m re-doing it with something new. Get ready to see Lauren (Rose) again. Master List The Liaison

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“Mom, have you seen my algebra textbook?” Julianne says poking her head into the bedroom.

“I remember correctly, you left in the kitchen last night.” Lucy responds as she finishes buttoning up her shirt.

“Thanks.”

Spencer steps out of the bathroom dragging a two year along with him. Isaiah clung to his shin not wanting to let go. “Are you sure you’ll be okay going to see Lauren by yourself? I can always take off as well be a consult by phone.”

“No, no,” Lucy says shaking her head. “I’ll be just fine going by myself. She can’t hurt me.”

“I know, I just… I just worry.”

“I understand,” Lucy says wrapping her arms around Spencer’s waist. “But I need to do this on my own. She’s my sister and there’s some catching up we need to do.”

“So she can say she told you so?”

“I don’t care. I just want to start fresh with her.”

“I still can’t forgive her for kidnapping Julianne.”

“It took me some time but she’s my sister, she’s family. Forgiveness is more powerful than resentment. Just keep that in mind.”

Spencer sighs. “I guess you’re right.”

“Aren’t I always?” Lucy says shooting a smirk. Giggling she leans up on her toes and gives him a kiss. “Now get going. You’re gonna be late for work. You know how Emily gets when we’re late to the briefing.”

“Oh that reminds me!” Spencer says snapping his fingers. “Andrew’s stopping by tonight to pick up the screwdriver.”

“Which one?”

“The Black & Decker one.”

“And why? Not that he can’t, but what’s the reason?”

“He’s building a wine rack for Emily after hers got ruined in her parents’ basement after the flood. But he’s giving it to her as a birthday gift, so you can’t say anything to Emily, got it?”

“My lips are sealed. Now leave! You’re going to be late!” Lucy says pushing him out of the bedroom. “Girls! Let’s go!” She calls over her shoulder.

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Stepping into the prison, the doors closed and locked behind her freezing her in her tracks. Taking in a deep breath, she walks up to the counter and flashes her badge before surrendering her gun. The gates buzzed before an officer pulled them open allowing her to go through. He leads her down the hall to the visitation room. Stepping into the room all eyes were on her. Several inmates seated at different tables waiting for their own visitors to come. She looked around the room until she saw her sister sitting at a table in the corner, her back facing Lucy. Walking over over to the table, she takes a seat across from Lauren

.“Alright everyone,” Garcia begins standing up from the table. “Our beloved liaison is currently out to tend to personal business so I will be your little birdie for this case. San Francisco is requesting our help. Police, although not released to the media, is calling our serial killer The Angel of Death. So far four people have been found buried along the riverbank. Two males, two females. All range from the ages of fifty to fifty-five.” Garcia starts to explain as she pulls up the photos of the decomposed skeletons. “Police are still digging around the riverbank for more victims is there is any more.”

“Why do they call the unsub ‘The Angel of Death’?” Emily questions. “Sam didn’t call me about this.”

“According to medical records,” JJ starts to speak as she reads through the case files. “All four victims were diagnosed with inoperable diseases. Tumors, cancer, etc.”

“So our unsub could be ending their lives before they even go naturally.” Rossi says. “If I ever get diagnosed with anything inoperable, God forbid, move me to Hawaii so it’s legal.”

“How long have they been dead?” Luke asks.

“First female, Sheila Wilks, died approximately ten months ago according to the ME. Then Alexander Knicks was two weeks after that and so on.” Garcia answers.

“We’ll continue the rest of the briefing on the jet. Garcia, you’ll be coming with us. Coop will be meeting us at their place in the city.”

“Ahh, Coop,” Rossi says chuckling. “One of the only other agents to defy Strauss.”

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Lucy stared at her sister. Lauren looked so different. Her hair was back to her natural color. Black. Just like Lucy. Her eyes bloodshot, as if she hasn’t slept since she’s been in here. She even had dark baggage under her eyes to match the bloodshot eyes. She looked thinner too. “I’ve missed you.” Lauren spoke as she stared at Lucy. “I bet you didn’t miss me though..”

“I course I did,” Lucy says. “You’re my sister.”

“But I took your daughter. I threatened her life.”

“I still forgive you.”

“I wish you didn’t.. I deserve it.”

“Yes you do. Everyone deserves forgiveness.”

“So I’m assuming you confirmed the truth, huh?” Lucy nods her head.

“I haven’t spoken to Olive since… Her doctor’s still email me with updates on her condition.. They still believe I’m her daughter.”

“How is she doing?”

“Her health is declining… She’s keeps asking about me and when I’m coming to visit. But she doesn’t talk about me as if I’m almost forty. She talks to me as if I’m the little girl she raised. They say that when she talks about me, she only talks about this one memory from when I was five…..”

// Struggling to stay on her feet while she roller skated down the sidewalk, Lucy huffs and lowers herself down to the concrete.It was an early July morning. Saturday morning to be exact. Lucy was only seven years old at the time and wanted to learn how to roller skate. She always watched her older brothers rollerblading up and down the cul-de-sac playing street hockey with their friends while she sat on the front porch dreaming of the day Olive would let her roller skate.Sitting on the sidewalk, she dropped her arms to her side as she lowered her in defeat. She unbuckled her helmet and tossed to the grass beside her. 

“Hey, what’s got you all down little sis?” Josh says as he skates over to her, his hockey stick still his hand dangling by his side.

“I can’t do it.”

“Hey, Josh! Come on bro!”

“Start without me!” Josh calls back. He turns his attention back to Lucy and bends down to be closer to her level. “Mom finally let you out on those old things?”

“She said if you and AJ could learn to skate in them, then I can too.”

“Well of course you can,” Josh says as he helps his sister stand to her feet. “It just takes practice. Don’t give up so soon.” He picks up her helmet from the grass and straps it onto her head. He tosses his stick and gloves to the yard and takes hold of her hands. “Come on, I’ll help you. We’ll start out slow so you can get the hang of it.”

After ten minutes of going up and down the street Lucy was starting to really get the hang of it. “Think you can do it on your own without me?” Josh asks.

“Uh…” Lucy looks down at her feet.

“No, no. Remember what I said.” Josh says lifting up her chin. “Keep your eyes focused in front of you. It’s like riding your bike. Always look up ahead, not down at your feet.” Lucy nods her head. “Now I’m gonna let go.” Josh says taking away only one hand at a time. Soon Lucy was on her own and heading back down the street towards their house. She skated right to the driveway and into the garage straight into her father’s lap. Olive sat in the chair next to him reading one of her books she bought from the local drugstore. //

It was one of her favorite memories of her kids. But sadly the only one she could remember of Lucy. “And Spencer? How is he?”

“Uh..well.. He’s.. Spencer..” Lucy says with a giggle.

“He didn’t want to come?”

“Uh no, the team has a case in San Francisco.”

“So why are you here? I’m sure you’d rather be there than here.”

“Honestly, this is a lot better than what they’re doing there.” Lucy says shuttering. “But how have you been? I know Julianne has been sending you letters. Have you gotten any?”

Lauren nods her head. “Yeah, she’s a very special girl. Very smart for her age too. She filled me in on Christmas. All the gifts that she, Vivien, and Isaiah got from you and Spencer as well as your team. She seemed pretty excited about the new phone.”

Lucy smiles. “Yeah, her flip didn’t last very long.” Lucy laughs. “Hopefully she’ll be more careful with this one.”

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“It was great being able to see you again.” Lauren says as they head back inside the building after an hour outside. “Don’t be a stranger.”

“It’s going to take a lot for me to come inside here.” Lucy says as they follow the guard back to Lauren’s cell. Lucy could never imagine how someone could spend their lives in this cell. Lauren’s cell wasn’t any bigger than her office back at the BAU. Just enough room for a bed, a sink, and toilet. Lauren’s toiletries sat on the back of the toilet. Her sheets were tattered with rips and holes. Her pillow was a nasty shade of yellow. It’s as if nothing’s been washed for years. On the wall beside the mirror above the sink sat a shelf with a few books and a journal. A small wooden box sat beside the books with papers sticking out. Must be where she keeps the letters from Julianne.The clanking of the guards keys snapped her out of her trance. She watched as he locked Lauren inside her cell.

“Tell Jules I said hi and that I appreciate her letters. They help me a lot while I’ve been in here.”

“I’ll be sure to tell her.” Lucy says nodding her head. She says her final goodbye before the guard leads her back to the front area of the prison. Retrieving her belongings and signing out, she makes her way out of the prison and back to her car. She sat in her car for a few minutes trying to recollect herself. Letting out a deep breath she starts to the car and leaves the prison.

Super duper excited to be back with The Liaison. Been a while.

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