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In case you haven’t already heard about the blog exposing-the-fakes, let me update you. It’s run by a girl who goes by the name Diana Leigh and claims she’s 21, lives in LA, and, most bizarrely, personally knows 5sos. She gives out false and sometimes worrisome information about the boys. For example, she tells people Michael self harms. How would he feel if he saw that; someone he’s never met convincing her 2,000 followers of something so serious? Although it could be accurate, she isn’t someone who would know. The only people who do are Michael and those who are actually close to him. The fact that she’s going around promising it to be true is only doing damage. On top of all that, she’s hinting towards the fact that she’s Ashton’s “secret girlfriend”. Those are just two of her lies. They don’t end there, but listing them all would take forever.

I wouldn’t be concerned about this situation if no one believed her, but for some strange reason — even though she’s never provided any solid proof whatsoever — a lot of people do. Like I mentioned before, she has at least 2,000 followers. Fans are putting their faith in her and genuinely thinking their questions and wishes will get to 5sos through her blog. It’s messed up and has left me feeling uneasy for a long time now.

So, I’m here to hopefully shut her down for good.

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ITV: Get ITV's The Halcyon a Season 2!
The Halcyon is a British TV series created and written by Charlotte Jones. Produced by Left Bank Pictures and shown on ITV. A period drama set in 1940 during World War II through the eyes of The Halcyon Hotel staff and clientèle. The show delivers a realistic representation of London in the 1940's with...

PLEASE PLEASE sign this petition. An ITV series called The Halcyon has been canceled after only one season despite its mass popularity and demand. We fans are pissed.

 Description: “The story of a bustling and glamorous five-star hotel at the center of London society and the world at war”

But this series is so much more than that:

Firstly: POC and LGBT Representation

  • It has an interracial (Indian and White) same-sex male couple: Toby Hamilton, the second son of the late Lord Hamilton who owned The Halcyon hotel which is now owned by his brother, and Adil Joshi, the Indian bartender/cocktail maker at the hotel to which experiences a racial slur thrown at him in one scene. (Spoiler alert) Both survive at the end of Season 1. Honestly, this couple was so beautifully written and groundbreaking for a period drama and their story still had much to be told. As a couple, they were treated as fairly as the straight couples in terms of screen time and that is rare within shows. Not to mention that due to the time period, the couple has to keep their relationship a secret, addressing the homophobia of the time. Unlike Downton Abbey which had Thomas Barrow treated less well (I love him though), these two are not. Toby has constant pressure from his mother to find a girlfriend and was more or less bullied by his father for not being good enough - so Toby’s realisation of what he wants and who he wants to be with is very beautiful. I don’t want to give away too much about Adil’s history but it is something that is mentioned briefly but is interesting as it concerns immigration (very applicable to today)
  • It had another interracial couple (a black man and white woman), Betsey Day, a cabaret singer at the hotel who is constantly degraded and judged by the conservative society because she “sleeps around” but never lets that get her down; she is in a band with Sonny Sulivan, a black male pianist who I think (it isn’t clear, but his accent suggests it) may have emigrated from the West Indies. He is the possibly the sweetest character who does something (not going to say what it is) for Betsey but doesn’t let her know it was him and doesn’t expect anything in return. Sonny and Betsey also keep their relationship secret, not because it was against the law but because of the judgment from society. (Spoilers) In one episode, they are found out by a man who wants to sleep with Betsey and the man is very racist towards Sonny. Sonny is a selfless character who is honestly the sweetest guy on tv ever not to mention Betsey and Sonny have amazing banter together. Their relationship too was beautiful but it is unclear whether both survived. Another reason why we need a season 2.

Not to mention it has many background POC (here are a few examples):

Secondly: The dealing with Social Issues

  • Sexism - As I said, Betsey is called a “whore” on many occasions and this “reputation” she seems to have is something that Sonny is shown not to care at all about. It also has one episode in which one of the male guests tries to force himself on one of the chambermaids, Kate and when she scratches him to get away, he hits her. Since the man is a wealthy and powerful man, his assistant tries pay her to keep her quiet. One of the young men working at the hotel called Billy confronts the man, the man says that she wanted it to which Billy says no she didn’t and what he did was wrong.
  • Homophobia - The obvious is that homosexuality between two men was illegal and so Toby and Adil can’t be open about their relationship. The villain in the show (who I am not going to spoil) finds about their relationship and blackmails both Toby and Adil and calls Adil Toby’s “disgusting little boyfriend”.
  • Racism - Both Adil and Sonny are main characters and are both called racist slurs. In the case of Sonny, he was confronted by a group of white men and called an “ape in a suit” and other things to this extent. None of the other main characters that know about this incident support this racism.
  • Anti-Semitism and Xenophobia - There is an Austrian-Jewish refugee who works in the kitchen who experience extreme bullying and xenophobia from the Head Chef because he believes that him being Austrian means that he is German. The Head Chef gets fired for this. The refugee storyline is prevalent to today. Another example is the late Lord Hamilton’s mistress Charity Lambert was a Nazi sympathizer, anti-Semitic and wanted to try and sway Britain to join Germany.

Thirdly, the female characters are great:

The series has both young and older female characters

  • Emma and Betsey's’ female friendship is amazing
  • This villainous woman, Lady Hamilton, who is complex and both love and hate

Fourthly, Matt Ryan playing an American man:

  • No need to explain

Lastly, it’s beautiful and well written, good ass show but the finale of season 1 left so many unanswered questions and we need more. I could go on and on about the many reasons but please sign this petition and watch the show (if you want). It would be much appreciated.

Please put your penis away

Request: Number 76 with Tom? If you’re comfortable with it?

76 please?

Summary: Your boyfriend Tom went out drinking with Harrison, and comes home plastered.

A/N: omg this is my first Tom Holland drabble…. cuz ya know they’ve all been Peter Parker.. WHICH IS FINE I LOVE WRITING.

Originally posted by spiderster

A knock echoed off the door of yours and Toms house. It was 2 in the morning and you’ve been waiting patiently for Thomas to arrive home safely from the pub. Since you weren’t a big fan of drinking you chose to stay home and let Tom and Harrison have a fun night out. 

  You set your book down on the coffee table in front of you and sped walked your way to the door. Upon opening it, you let out a breathy chuckle as your boyfriend stood before you with his arm propped up on the door frame putting his body weight against it. His eyes were squinted half shut, and a goofy grin played over his lips, “ ‘ello darlin’,” he greeted, his accent much thicker than usual. 

     You shook your head at him and moved out of the door way for him to enter. He stumbled in slowly but surely, “How was your night out?” you asked as he kicked his shoes off. “Oh it was great. BUT I think I did something I shouldn’t have,” he slurred,

“And what might that be?”

“I can’t say. I wont say.” he raised his voice a little, worry rushed over him and he wanted quickly to change the subject, “Did you eat all my croissants darlin’?” Tom asked as he wandered aimlessly around the main floor of your house.

Slight suspicion crept over you at what he admitted moments ago, “Tom, there was never any croissants here to begin with,”

He swung around swiftly to face you, nearly falling on his arse as he did so. He grabbed for the wall and his face dropped at what you had told him, “Whaaaat? I was really looking forward to some croissants,” he mumbled.

 You sighed and extended your arms out to him, “C’mon, lets go to bed babe,” you tell him. The wide grin he entered the house with returned to his features. He attempted to brush away the loose pieces of hair that fell over his eyes, but they only tumbled back down. He stumbled his way to your arms and held you close to his body, “I love it when you call me babe. Keep calling me that,” he beamed.

   The two of you took your time maneuvering up the stairs and to your shared bedroom. “So what did you do tonight Tom?” you asked trying to bring up what he had briefly mentioned earlier. “Drank, sang, danced, drank some more.” He droned on, “Is that all? You didn’t, do anything you shouldn’t have?” You interrogated,

He stopped and looked at you suspiciously, “I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to get me to admit that I told my best friend that I love him,” Tom accused in a slur. Immediately after speaking he threw his hands up to his mouth to cover it, his eyes widening to saucers, “Oh no,” you heard him mumble. 

Your eyebrows furrow at your boyfriends strange behavior, “What’s so bad about that Tom?” you ask moving closer to him, 


“Because what?”

“Because, I’m not supposed to love anyone else other than you. I-just- i love you,”

Your cheeks warmed up to a rose red color at his words. He has told you that before of course, but you could never get used to the zoo that tramples your stomach at those three words. “Do you love Harrison more than me?” you asked him teasingly, “Well no. Harry doesn’t let me make out with him like you do,” he said so innocently. 

You were practically bent over laughing at this comment, “Just get ready for bed, you dork.” you let out between laughs, turning around you walked over to your dresser and rummaged around for yours and Toms pajamas. The soft thuds of clothing articles hitting the floor sounded in the room. Turning back to face Tom, you found him standing completely naked in front of the bed, slightly swaying back and forth disoriented from the alcohol. “Tom, sweetie, please put your penis away,” you tried to say with a straight face, but you couldn’t help it and let slip a giggle. 

Confused, he looked down to see that he, in fact had no pants on, “Did you pull my trousers down?” he asked in his clear accent, “No,” you giggled in response, handing him a pair of grey sweatpants.

Once he was done climbing into his clothes, he looked at you and pouted, “What’s wrong Tommy?” you questioned him, “You never said I love you back,” he spoke quietly while looking down at his feet. You made your way over to him, planted a gentle kiss on his forehead, and whispered, only for him to hear, “I love you,”

His features lit up and he smiled a toothy smile, “Good,” he giggled. 

You both climbed into bed, and settled in with Toms arm draped over your waist. Silence erupted in the room, and just as you were about to let sleep carry you away, the body laying behind you shot up and bolted into the bathroom running into the wall along the way. Tom spilled the contents of his stomach hopefully in the toilet. This was going to be a long night.

Joe Sugg x Reader - Coat Lending

Joe had a bunch of meetings beginning midday and ending in the evening. I, of course, accompanied him watching my boyfriend being fully focused in excitement for his new projects. It was always adorable how his light blue eyes would widen and face would light up, as he smiled nodding with the people in the board room. I loved going along with him and seeing his element on the business side of his YouTube career, so I always tried to go when I had a free day. But now it was nighttime in London with the cold and frost already catching up to us. We had a car drop us from his management office near the river because Joe and I wanted to do some shopping. Joe clogged a little bit of the day in morning, partial at the meeting and in taxi, so I’d say he’d have 12 minutes of footage.

“The meetings today looks like everything sounds good.” I say looking over at my boyfriend proudly.
“Yeah, yeah I know. I’m really excited, they’ve been wanting to do more things with Caspar too. But I have to get these vlog and gaming videos up. Oh and edit my main channel…” Joe started to ramble with slight concern. I gripped his hand firmer to calm him, “Hey.”
He stopped and began to take a breath, walking slower, he gave a cute bittersweet smirk on his face.
“Stop worrying okay? You need to relax Joe. You’re working yourself too hard.” I tell him carefully as he pulls me into his chest for hug. He’s wearing many layers, a beanie along with a hoodie, yet I can still smell his sweet fragrance mixed with his natural scent. He feels (and smells) like home.
“I love you y/n.” Joe says as he kisses me atop my forehead, “You always know how to handle me.” I giggle as does he, and we point to a Nike store. I buy some new sneakers, then Joe runs to the Adidas one. I roll my eyes, “Adidas is obviously better y/n.” I laugh as both are fine and he knows that, but Joe loves to banter.
After we go to Topman and Joe gets a few more things, I a top from TopShop and Joe vlogs a bit more. It’s now about 7PM and I feel the London frost really coming down.
I had about 3 layers on, but my smaller hoodie wasn’t enough nor the jacket above it. Joe and I walked hand in hand to a part of the London bridge because we figured it would look pretty and be relaxing, but I was shivering. The site of Joe illuminated in front of all the lights on the city were beautiful, but I couldn’t help the fact I was immensely cold. After Joe filmed a bit of me and it for the vlog, he quickly set the camera down as he saw me.

“y/n?!” I turned around looking to Joe and felt the cold air hit my face. “You look freezing! Oh my gosh are you okay?”
I don’t know why but I just shrugged,
“Yeah, fine.”
Joe practically ran over to me the few feet he was away, and touched me by the arms and face. I chuckled a little at his fitness and the surprised look on his face when he felt my cold surface.
“You’re freezing!” He proclaimed and I hid myself grinning from the people looking at us from his loud action.
“Babe, take my jacket.” Joe said very protectively, but the causality of the sweet British accent was clear. His jacket was halfway off in a matter of seconds. I tried to ignore the gesture, “No–no it’s fine…”
Swiftly Joe’s warm long black coat was draped over me with the lion like hoodie. I laughed and Joe smiled at me in satisfaction. It did feel amazing warm and I felt fine again right away.
“Thanks baby.” I say kissing him as he fixes my good admiring me with his pretty eyes.
“You look better in it that me anyways.” Joe flirtatiously says smoothly. He draws me in for a kiss on the lips, on top of the bridge with the pretty view behind us. London might be freezing, but we were hotter than ever.

After a little awhile longer, I tap on Joe.
“I’m hungry, can we go eat?” I ask and he nods.
“Oh yeah. I need to my girlfriend warm
and fed, of course.”
I giggle at his dorky statement and he walks me back vlogging as the two of us laugh and talk to the camera. We reach a restaurant we both like and walk in. I feel warm and fuzzy inside, and it’s all thanks to my favorite person in the world, Joe Sugg.

Bonus Part!

I woke up the morning after we went home, to see a bunch of twitter messages and notifications more than I usually get. Confused I rub my eyes to look and see a sleepy Joe beside me. Obviously he went to sleep later than me as always, probably staying up to edit a video; always working this one. I scoff and when seeing the explanation for my Twitter going nuts, my assumptions are right.

I scroll to see the pictures posted of the one frame where I’m coat-less and the other one not.
“@joe_sugg he’s so slick. bruh we see you giving @y/t/n your coat.”
Even Zoe caught it and replied,
“Ok, but look how cute my brother and his girlfriend are!! @Y/t/n & Joe_Sugg love you two Xx”

I respond with emoji hearts to Zoe and laugh to myself at the numerous reactions. We didn’t even think to mention the coat ending up in the vlog, it was so random but yes, ridiculously romantic.
Leave it to Joe to stay up all night editing and uploading a vlog early, I admire the gorgeous sleeping man in bed and see his coat in the corner of my eye just hung up in his closet. I giggle and put my phone down. I lay back into bed and beside Joe’s shirtless chest as I feel his peaceful breathing. Since when did everything become so perfect?

Alla Prima- Chapter 3

A shorty, but a goody!

Prologue   Ch. 1  Ch. 2

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The flames licked at her, curling around her legs. She felt no pain, though; a surprising softness engulfed her. She welcomed it, spreading her arms wide. The flames grew, nuzzling up her body, filling her with a warmth that had nothing to do with the fire around her.

The flames…moaned? It was the only way she could describe the noise, a low sound coming from deep within the blaze. It sounded almost human, that low roar.

And within that white-hot center emerged a white-hot face. Strong features, sharp bones.Two blue flames stared at her, into her.

And with the sudden realization that only happens in dream, Claire became aware that this wasn’t a fire that surrounded her. It was a man’s long red hair that curled around her. A man’s electric blue eyes that shocked her. A man’s large hands that warmed her…

Not a man. Her man. Her artist.

He smiled at her, a mischievous half-grin. It was infectious; she smiled back, unsure of what they were smiling about, but knowing that she wanted to be a part of it.

Her stomach began to rise toward her throat, a jittery feeling that spread throughout. Sweat was beading on her skin. She was hot, burning, as if in a real fire now…

Claire woke with a start, and found that she was, indeed, hot and sweaty. Not the pleasant warmth, but a sickly heat. She ran to the toilet and thoroughly emptied her stomach.

Jamie’s brain was becoming too big for his skull. At least that’s what it felt like. He peeked an eye open, staring through the curtains. Overcast. Rainy. He rolled over, trying not to vomit in the process, and fell back asleep.

Claire watched the chasing raindrops from her window. Her thoughts flew back to that dream; wanting to remember, wanting to forget. Her mind was being consumed by thoughts of him, waking and dreaming. She could not escape him.

Did she even want to?

The rain began to soften, mere tears from the sky. Claire debated. Should she go to the park? Would he be there?

Did that matter?

It didn’t. Although she wished to see him, her time at the park was her favorite part of the day. When she was surrounded by green. It gave her a peace and focus she hadn’t been able to find anywhere else. And she had many tests to grade.

She sat at a picnic table today, papers strewn about it, held down with a couple rocks.

Well, Josh, you obviously have no idea what a chloroplast is. And you’ve known about this test how long? IT IS ON YOUR SYLLABUS.

Claire taught freshman Biology at the local university. It was a required course, not matter if you were Pre-Med or Computer Science. And some answers she received… She shook her head.

Gargantuan apparatus? Did he mean Golgi apparatus? Jesus H. Roosevelt…

The test fluttered before flying off into the wind.

“Christ!” Claire went after the papers, grabbing futilely with open hands. The test floated through the air, skidded the ground, and ascended again. And if she wasn’t so damn frustrated, she might have likened it to a large butterfly. As it were, she didn’t have the patience for poetry at the moment.

Perhaps by coincidence or fate, the papers landed on a pair of laced brown boots. As if in slow motion, she watched as blue stained fingertips reach down and grab her pages. She knew who those blue fingertips belonged to in her heart and soul. And brain. Only artists and cosmetologists had fingers stained in such a way.

Her gazed travelled slowly up his body, to his grinning face. The same grin he wore in her dream last night…


This close, he could see things about her that he had never noticed before. She had a handful of freckles scattered over her nose and cheeks. Or how her canines were a bit long, giving her a vampirish smile.

“Thank you.” She was English. Also something he never noticed. A sharp, clear accent. A church bell at noon.

“No trouble, lass,” he smiled, trying to calm his racing heart. He was a good actor. He could manage a conversation without making a fool out of himself. At least, he hoped so.

“I could have been in big trouble had I lost this,” she chuckled, a much lower sound than he would have expected.

“Aye. I’m sure,” he squinted at the paper. “Josh would no appreciate ye losing his test.”

“Well, he probably failed anyway, so…” She spoke candidly, before clapping a hand over her mouth. “I should not be speaking about a student like that…”

“Dinna fash. Yer secret’s safe wi’ me.” He put a finger over his mouth is a ‘shh’ gesture. She laughed, showing off her wolfy grin.

“I’m Claire, by the way.” Claire. The click of a tongue, a swallowed ‘r.’ He had met a few Claires before, but none of their names sounded so musical.

“Jamie.” Don’t say it. Don’t say it. “Have I seen ye here before?” Damnit, Fraser.

“Oh, probably,” she answered with a flip of her hand. “I’m here almost everyday. I love nature.”

And I love ye.

No. NO.

“Oh, aye. I’m here often as well.” He looked down. This conversation had taken a dive bomb straight to the concrete.

“You’re an artist, aren’t you?” He was surprised to hear her speak. Surprised she was still in front of him, eyebrow cocked.

“Huh? Oh, aye. Yes. I am.” Did she like artists?

“I thought so. I’ve seen you too. You have a sketchbook with you all the time.”

“Ye never know when inspiration may hit.” He didn’t feel the need to tell her that inspiration always hit when he saw her.

“Of course. Well, I’ve got to finish my work. Perhaps I’ll see you around?”

“Aye. Perhaps.”

Don't Mess With Pan's Lost Girl P.1

Warning: none

Word count:1014

Request: nah just a story I’ve been making up in my head and decided to share

A/N: So this is just a story/fantasy that I’ve been building in my mind and decided that it’s ready to put into words there are multiple parts next update should be up by Saturday. This is a Pan imagine, fanfic, smut whatever you want to call it but there is not smut, yet. This is just the intro, Pan isn’t even in this yet, sorry. But this is in the OUAT universe.


I wake up suddenly feeling sick to my stomach and my head pounding. I look around and see nothing but ocean for miles, it’s already night and I have no idea how I got here. I begin to panic causing a wave of nausea to wash over me. I lay on the plank face down throwing up into the dark water. I begin to cry and curl up into a ball on the rough scratchy wood. “I want to go home.” I whispered and cried my self to sleep that night.

I woke up suddenly when I felt I was no longer bobbing up and down. I groggily sat up and looked around at my new surroundings. I was on a beach and not to far up the coast I could hear slurred shouting and cheers I looked to my left to see a dock full of ships. What the hell? I stood up causing a head rush to nock me off balance. I quickly tried to steady myself so I wouldn’t throw up again. Once I was solid on my feet I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. I then opened my eyes and began walking toward the sea side town. As I got closer I could smell the rotten stench of rum and sweat the odor alone caused my stomach to churn. But I continued on hoping I could find an adult that’ll let me borrow their phone. I walked into the town and was confused to say the least. Everyone was dressed up as pirates the men all had beer bellies and the women all wore dresses from the colonial age. They were all sloppy and gross, they all seemed as if they’ve never seen a shower in their life, and the worst part was they were all drunk. My first instinct was to walk through with my head down maybe they won’t bother me but then I looked down at my own clothes. I was dressed in skinny jeans a black tank top and black converse, not the kind of attire for a girl that would blend in with this crowd.

Then I heard someone shout in my direction “Oi!” I looked up and saw a larger drunk women came walking my way, my eyes widened in shock and I almost made a run for it but I was frozen. “You, ‘ello love, you alright?” She asked she seemed generally concerned and i just shook my head. “Yeah unless you want Cap'in to getcha you should not be dressed like that.” She said waving a finger over my body her words slurred and hard to understand through her thick British accent. I cleared my throat,“Uhm, I’m sorry. Captain?” She laughed a high shrill laugh that caused a sharp pain to go through my head. “Cap'in Hook ‘course who'da think?” She asked while linking arms with me and pulling me along through the town. “It’s alright deary I’ll getcha a noice dress and you won’t look like no lost boy no more.” She said her grammar literally made my headache intensify. And what the hell is a lost boy. I didn’t say anything as she pulled me into a run down boutique as soon as we entered she left my side and went hunting for the dress that would, to use her words, ‘The dress that’ll make ya look da most plump’. Minuets later she came back with a pile of red and black cloth. “This should fit jus fine, ‘ere ya go. Go on see how it fits.” She shooed me to a cleared out corner after dumping the heavy load in my arms. She stared at me and I just looked back confused, after a second she let out a huff. “Alright I’ll turn around,” she said spinning in the opposite direction, “but surely there’s nothing to be ‘barrassed bout, a sweet lil tiny thing like yourself.” She said as I took off my shirt I looked down at myself furrowing my eyebrows. Obviously I’m not as “plump” as her but I’m proud of what, little, I have. I shook my head to clear the thoughts. I hate dresses so I left my pants on as I put the large skirt on over them. “Uhm do you think you could help me with this part?” I ask and she turns around taking the corset that I was holding out. “Sure thing deary, but going to have to loose that…thing.” She said pointing at my bra with an odd look. I pouted but unhooked it anyway letting it fall to the floor. She walked behind me and wrapped the itchy cloth around my top half.

“Alright, so w-why,” I began but was cut off with a tight tug causing me to let out a sharp gasp. “Why is this necessary?” I ask letting out heavy breaths trying to get oxygen to my lungs. “Well Cap'in ain’t to fond of lost boys.” She explained tightening the death trap even more. “I’m, ugh, not a… lost boy” I said my words staggering through heavy breaths. “If ya are or not don’t make to much a difference to Cap'in. You young and you dressed like one.” She said as she finished lacing up the corset. “There ya go how ya feel?” She asks I take deep even breaths letting my lungs get used to the restraint. “Yeah I’m fine. I’m good.” I said turning to face her. “Ya look good too.” She said winking. I picked up my shirt and bra and followed her as she walked to the other side of the boutique she picked out a pair of black heeled boots and handed them over to me then a big black satchel. I removed my converse putting them in the satchel with the rest of my clothes and put on the boots. I wobbled a bit as I stood up, even though the heel is only about 2 inches. “Alright deary time for me to show ya ‘round.” She said linking arms with me once more.

More love than imagined

Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad x reader

Words: 1651

Warnings: Non really. Pretty happy. Possible fluff?

A/N: This is my first ever poly fic (or fic for that matter). I’m not polyamore so I was a bit out of my league. I hope you like it and if you decide to comment be nice.

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Hamilton Poly!Hamsquad x reader

”Oh come on! You can’t simply be so oblivious to the fact that I basically did this all by myself!” you nudged Herc to his side earning a light groan from him and multiple laughters around boys. You were still a bit nervous around the boys. Polyamorous relationship was as foreign as the Chinese writing. You had decided to give it a chance.

5 months ago…

When you had first met the squad you were extremely nervous. You had first met John at the opening of your art exhibit at this little gallery in the heart of New York. He had heard about you from his co-worker and as an art enthusiast he had no second in thinking whether to go or not.

You had outshined at the opening and the speech you had prepared went perfectly. By the end of the night John was completely smitten. He came to you right before the end of the party and introduced himself all shy and blushy. He was adorable. You smiled at him and as he asked for your number you already had it ready written on a napkin.

You and John met the next day and as you were walking down the street with your freshly brewed coffees he had gathered enough courage to tell you his relationship status. Truthfully, you were a bit taken a back but you quickly recovered from that. You had always been open to everything and you quickly told John that it sounded nice. He granted you a big smile and asked if you wished to see his boyfriends. You were surprised (again) but agreed to meet them the next day at their apartment.

John’s POV

As I had told Y/N about my relationship with Lafayette, Hercules and Alexander. I was so nervous and I felt butterflies down to my stomach and I was just about to flee when she said that it sounded nice. I was overjoyed. I had told the boys about her and now she was so openly accepting. It felt amazing. Of course I knew that this didn’t mean anything yet but there was this one part of me that felt so certain. Lafayette had grown tired to hear my blabbering over Y/N so had asked me to bring her by.

We made to plans to meet at the apartment the next day and I was so excited that I basically skipped to home. I rushed the stairs up and opened the door as fast as I could ever had. “Hey!” I shouted from the door. I saw Laf and Alex were on the couch. Alex writing as usual on his laptop and Laf watching some French television series. “Hi. How was your day?” Alex asked without rising from his seat. “Amazing! We went to get coffees with Y/N and then we walked back to her atelje! I told her about us and she’s coming over tomorrow! I want you to meet her!” I chanted and gave Laf and Alex kisses to their cheeks as I was making my way towards the kitchen. “How did she take it?” Alex had raised his gaze from the screen now interested in the conversation. “She took it really well actually. To be honest I never doubted it. She is so nice and sweet!” I said and blushed a bit and quickly turned my back or the teasing would be endless. “She seems to be very nice from all that you have told us.” Laf said and I just hoped that tomorrow would go well. I hoped it so much.

Your POV, second person

You were nervously smoothing out your hem and held a bottle of chardonnay leaning against your hip. John had sent you their address. You had took a cab from your apartment. You walked the stairs up and gave the wood of the door a timid knock. I heard movement from inside and saw John open the door. He had a huge smile across his face and it mirrored itself on your face too. He leaned for a hug and you allowed it and gave him a hug. He squeezed you assuringly. You gave the room a scan and saw three men behind his shoulder. You parted and you gave him the bottle of wine. “Here. I thought I should bring something and I recalled that you said you liked chardonnay. This is my favourite” you smiled. “It is! I like this one too and so does Laf!” he seemed so excited that it made you smile even wider. You had always been quite nervous to meet new people. during the many years of art shows and other that kind of encounters you had gained some sort of confidence but with three pairs of unfamiliar eyes staring at you, you felt your confidence leaving your body. John took you by your hand and let you to those men.

“Hi.” You said timidly and waved a bit while your arms were close to your body. They gave you awkward smiles and held out their hands as you shook them. Alexander as he introduced himself was first and his hand shake was firm but gentle. “Hercules Mulligan, pleasure” said tall and muscular man and his eyes were kind and warm. ”Pleasure is all mine.” You said and gave him a warm smile. Lastly there was a tall, lean man. He was either stressed or pissed so your handshake was a bit more timid that with Hercules. “Lafayette.” He said with a very clear French accent. “Nice to meet you” you smiled and he smiled back. So he was stressed.

You arranged yourselves around the couch and placed snacks on the small table. The conversation went smoothly, they asked you about your art and you asked Hercules about his tailoring and Alexander about his writings. You felt relaxed and you enjoyed your time with the boys. They each made you laugh.


You had spent a month with the boys in the friendzone and during that time something happened to you. You had never even dreamed about falling in love with multiple persons at once and that was odd enough but you never thought that even one could love you but now you had four. Four amazing persons in love with you. You had no clue.

One night you decided to have a talk with the boys and without you knowing it, they needed to talk to you too.

You hailed a taxi to get you to their apartment. You were nervous and quietly nibbled on your thumb. “You okay?” The driver asked. “Yeah. Just meeting somebody important.” I smiled back at him. “I bet he is extremely lucky to have you visit” he said and winked. I smiled back at him and wondered what he had said. ‘I think I’m the lucky one. If I am…’

The cab pulled over at the curb and I handed him a bit extra and thanked him for the ride. I rose from the car and took three deep breaths. This night would change everything. Either for god or bad. Here we go. you nodded to yourself and took the first step.

You knocked on the door and Lafayette opened the door. “Hello Y/N. Comment allez-vous?” He asked and gave you a friendly smile. “Good, thank you.” You said voice trembling just a bit. He led you to the couch. “What’s the matter?” He asked with concern in his voice. It warmed you from the inside. Knowing that someone cared for you. “I need to talk to you. Is everyone here?” You asked and twirled the hem of your shirt nervously between your thumb and index finger. “They are. Give me a moment I’ll call them down.” He said and rose from the couch and walked to get them. You sat on the couch thinking through what you’d say to them. It had been only them for so long and you were mentally preparing for a broken or awkward friendship.

They all came to the living room and you rose up. Laurens was trying to give you a hug. It broke a bit of your heart but you asked him to sit down with the others.They all adopted anxious looks on their faces, it hurt your soul. “So umm… I know that I didn’t inform you that I was coming over but I really had to. So let me have my little monologue. So…” you took a deep breath “I’m quite sure that I’ve fallen for you. All of you. This is very new to me and I’ve never felt anything like this and fills me up in away I never knew I could be filled with love. John, you found me. You are my shield. You make me feel protected in every way. Hercules, your warm eyes made me feel happy and warm from the first time you laid them on me. You are my rock. Alexander, oh how I adore your imagination and ambition. You are my sight. every paragraph that you write creates worlds. Lafayette, you are my heart. In conclusion you are my heart. That’s it. That’s all I can say to you. That’s all I am.” You sat/collapsed onto the coffee table. The confession had took all of your strenght. You had laid outa all that you were and had. You raised your gaze to look at them. They all looked… astonished. They weren’t pitying. They weren’t sad or mad.

John was the first one to move. He rose and walked over to you. You didn’t have a chance to say anything when he bent down and hugged you. Soon the others followed and you ended up in a giant group hug. You started to cry and next up was all the guys comforting you and even kissing you on your cheeks and making you laugh. This felt right. This felt home. This was your home.

Wow, I apologize (Felix x FemReader) fluffy short

Originally posted by pewdiecringe

(( gif not mine ))

(A/n): would you look at that, I write for Felix too

Request:  Hallo! I’m sorry if my English is not good. Can you do German!Reader meeting PewDiePie for first time? And she gives him awkward handshake and feels really upset?

Warnings: cringe holy shit


‘Ah, are conventions always this crowded?’ you thought excitably. If you were honest, having the area be packed full of other like minded people made you all the more happy.

You were really all here for the same reason. To meet the ones you hold close, and have a memorable time. It was simple, yet very dear to you.

On the plus side, there wasn’t much of a way you could mess anything up- you were confident in that hopeful fact.

So there you stood, in an eager line of people waiting to be allowed entrance into the PaxWest building.

Time went fast for you. It felt like an optimistic wave passing by your human politely.

The very first thing you did once through the main entrance, was check your timetable. There was a small panel you had been looking forward to- you certainly did not want to miss it.

That event was saved for later in the noon, it seemed, so you decided to instead take your own tour around the meet and greet booths- as a way to kill time. You might chance your luck in seeing some of your well liked idols.

To the location, you walked beside yourself with subtle joy.

You trailed around some tables for a bit, smiling brightly when you saw the faces of fans light up quite nicely as they came face to face with someone they have looked up to for so long.

Eventually, you found yourself stumbling upon a booth you recognized as Pewdiepie’s. You remembered briefly seeing many of the Swedish gamers videos and liking him instantly because he was quite funny.

And admittedly, a little cute.

Awfully surprised he didn’t yet have a girlfriend, you suddenly felt subconscious.

Stopping solidly on flat feet- you stared blankly at Felix as he interacted with his fans and friends. You might have loved to go up, and speak to him as well. But, you felt held back by your voice.

More specifically- your accent.

But, gradually something- you weren’t sure what- pulled a long smile onto your face. You let it sit.

It may have either been the way he so calmly conversed with his people, or the kind expression he held high. But regardless, you wished to talk to him.

Without much other memory, you were once again in a waiting lineup. Except, the situational difference was that this atmosphere didn’t convey a giddy excitement.

You were warm.

But again, just as easily, time went fast and so did the line.

Suddenly, what you heard was:

“Hello~! How are you?”

The words sounded funny and had an accent curled around them as well. You must have reached the front of the line already.

Your (e/c) eyes wandered up, until they were paired with two blue ones.

Smiles now cased both yours, and his face.

“Hello..?” he asked again, followed by a slow chuckle.

Ah shit. You didn’t think this through.

You didn’t want to speak until it was really necessary. That was okay? Right-? Yeahh, that was aloud.

So instead, you smiled wider- in a very sweet way and kindly offered your hand.

Felix chuckled again funnily and cocked his head a bit. He as well, reached up.

But he went for a bro fist and you, well you wanted just a handshake.

You both stopped- and so did everything else. Looks like you found a way to fuck up.

“Sorry,” you mumbled timidly, reshaping your hand into a fist to cater to the male’s request.

But of course, God twisted his will, and he changed himself to suit a handshake instead- accidentally bumping your head in the process. Your duo was stuck looking down, trying hard to fix some horrendous mistakes.

This shifting went back and forth for several long seconds. Awkward chuckles being tossed around making everything just a tad more cringy.

Alright, this seems necessary.

“Ahh,” you winced slightly before speaking, retracting your hand in a soft movement “I’m sorry.”

A thick German accent rolled clear from your mouth, given a gentle feminine touch from your features and tone.

“I didn’t mean to be this cringy- or, well, cringy at all.” you started to drabble a bit, looking up at Felix’s face with sad eyes.

“I know that you don’t like handshakes, sorry about that. I just didn’t want to talk much because, well, reasons. But sorry- for this I mean. And sorry for–”

Felix laughed once again, this time with a sweet twist. He sighed in a gentle exhale and reached to lightly grasp your hand.

He bowed smoothly, about as smooth as a swearing gamer could, and kissed your knuckles. There was an undertone of awkward hesitation, and you realized he probably had to tell himself to be bold.

But you found it oddly adorable.

“It’s alright.” he beamed at you.

“I find it cute- the way you are apologizing.” he went on, standing up right. The swede’s smile could put the full moon to shame.

You were starstruck.

For the last time, the man in front of you cocked his head and reached to cup your lower back. He pushed you forth, out of line so that he may talk to the next person.

“See you soon.” was the last line he spoke to you.

That was completely, and utterly, unexpected by you. You might have never imagined someone you barely knew would flirt with you and– give you a slip of paper? Yeah.

You were right. He slipped it into your palm as he grabbed your hand.

As you stumbled dumbly away from the Pewdiepie booth, you unscrambled the small paper and inspected it.

Certainly not for the last time today, you grinned brighter than ever before.

“ What a lovely voice you have. Please, I would love to hear it more. Meet me afterwards

- Felix  ♡ “


(A/n): was that two hours? did I post it in two hours- I wan’t counting

Take a Chance: A Modern Magical Fairytale

Second in a trio of lesbian fairy tales for Abby. Inspired by this post for @blimeyhermione. Sorry it took so long, doll. See the other two here and here.

Ava Monroe was not a particularly outgoing girl. She was a notorious homebody, with a deep love of books and cuddling. She had always wanted to be a famous writer. It was the one extroverted wish in her tremendously introverted heart. To be adored for her words and the creation of worlds.

She was a good writer, with a flair for the romantic, but exposure was hard to come by when you feared rejection more than solitude; when you created more colorful lands in your imagination than existed in the real world. So Ava started wishing. She wished every night for a publisher to take a chance on her—on one book. That’s all she would need, she was sure of it. And so, she waited, she wrote, she submitted, and she wished. And, unlike our mundane reality where that might not be enough, something magical happened—with just a little nudge.

Ava was home after work, sitting with her tea in her hands and her feet tucked underneath her on the couch. She heard a knock at her door. She looked at it for a moment, and then went back to watching the movie. She wasn’t home for whoever was there. She hadn’t ordered food, and no one was supposed to come over, anyway. The knock came again. Ava rolled her eyes and increased the volume. And then, the air crackled with energy and a flash of lightning came from under her door. Ava yelped in shock.

“Mortal, if I must knock a third time, you will not like what happens to the door. Open it,” came a clear, lightly accented voice. Ava shivered. She steeled herself and stood. She padded quietly to the door and opened it the tiniest crack, to see who it was.

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maflojo  asked:

6,8,37. All Pietro please

6.“I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks.”- Pietro

“Piet, Piet, wake up!” You whispered, shaking the speedster’s shoulder. “Y/N, what time is it?” He grunted rubbing his eyes and yawning. “Doesn’t matter.” You grinned, pulling him up to a sitting position, “I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks and lets go!” You exclaimed pulling at his hands to propel him forwards. Running from the room you quickly felt the gust of wind that followed Pietro wherever he went. “Come on slowpoke.” He smirked scooping you up into his arms and running towards the hall and your handiwork. Minutes later the two of you were madly sliding about the room, creating chaos in your wake, with tables and chairs falling as you crashed into them. The high pitched sound of the speaker system turned on caused both of you to crashing to the floor with your hands over your ears. “If you two don’t shut the hell up I’ll be running your asses around the training tracks for the next month!” The Captain’s voice boomed across the sound system, slightly scratchy from sleep. “Language!” You and Pietro both exclaimed before bursting out laughing. 

8.“We accidentally got married in Vegas oops”- Pietro

Waking up with a pounding headache and nauseous feeling in your stomach was not your idea of a good time. Rushing to the toilet you spilled the contents of your stomach and leaned your clammy forehead against the porcelain. Lifting your head slightly you noticed the glint of light flashing from your left hand, diverting your eyes to the flashy diamond ring that now sat there. “Oh god! Oh god… what did I do?” You exclaimed moving your hand round, trying to make it disappear. Walking back into the lavish room you now saw the muscular man that was spread on the bed, sheets wrapped around him haphazardly and silver hair fanned out on the cotton pillows. Covering your mouth with your hands you sank to the floor as tears sprung to your eyes. Seconds later the man that had previously been asleep on the bed was by your side. “Are you okay?” He asked, accent clear in his voice. “Do you remember what happened last night?” You croaked out, looking up into his blue eyes. “Um…no…” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as his brow furrowed. “We… we uh…” You stuttered before showing him your hand. “Right…” He murmured, running his hand through his curls. “I know someone who can help, no need to worry.” He comforted you, cupping your face in his hands and wiping your tears away with the pad of his thumb. Pulling out a mobile he quickly dialled in a number as he pulled you closer. “Stark, we have a problem.” He murmured into the receiver. ‘Yes well there’s this girl…” He said smiling at you slightly. “No Stark.” He snapped suddenly glaring at the wall. “See here’s the thing…We accidentally got married in Vegas, oops.” He said with a nervous chuckle. “Thanks, yes, yes. No don’t you dare tell my sister, yes I know it would be very funny to watch her kill me.” He growled out slightly, sighing, before hanging up. “It’s alright, I’ve got it sorted.” He said kissing your forehead slightly.

37.“A boy needs his father.”- Pietro

“Alex, you stop that right now!” You exclaimed, grabbing the young boy around his waist and hoisting him into the air. “But Mummy I just want to be as fast as Daddy, maybe then I can go with him next time.” He said pouting slightly and giving you the puppy dogs eyes. “Oh sweetheart.” You sighed sitting down with him on your lap. “You know Daddy would never leave you if he had a choice, but he has to go and save the world and keep us safe.” You said, smiling sadly as you ruffled his brown curls. “I just miss him.” Your young son grimaced, wrapping his small arms around your neck and burying his face in your shoulder. “Me too.” You whispered, stroking his back comfortingly. “Come on, Uncle Steve brought you that train set, don’y you wanna play with that?” You smiled at your son as he scrambled from your lap to play with his toys.

A few hours later, after you’d put your son to bed, you were curled up on the sofa, not wanting to go to your empty bed. Closing your eyes you heard the click of the door lock and heavy footsteps walking towards you. “Y/N?” A quiet voice whispered in your ear. Eyes fluttering open you quickly jumped up and into their arms. “Oh Piet, I missed you so much.” You whispered, throwing your arms around his neck and burying your head in the nook of his shoulder. “I missed you too dragă.” He murmured into your hair. “How’s my little boy?” He asked pulling away from you slightly, worry clear in his eyes. “A boy needs his father.” You whispered, stroking his cheek gently. “I know, last mission, I promise.” He smiled sadly, before snaking his arms around your waist. “Better be.” You murmured kissing his lips sweetly.

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Jaebum’s english is a gift worth waiting for 

so at dashcon there was a homestuck Q&A panel and there was a Gamzee that was really quite funny and he had that raspy southern drawl voice for the whole panel and then when the panel ended he stood up to address us and tell us we had to clear the room and he started speaking in a clear british accent and never in my life have I witnessed a room full of people so indignantly confused at a person’s real voice

anonymous asked:

I saw your post under "gay marriage is legal". I agree with their point of view but don't you think that teaching about lgbt people in history, literature, art is a bit too much? If are that interested in who slept with who you will find it yourself but hell there are most important matter that this. Also it's not like teachers accent heterosexuality - at least they don't from where I come from.

It’s not about who slept with who; it is about who fought for lgbt rights. Personally, I was much more confident in my sexuality and identity once I found out how many brave people dedicated their lives to fighting for my rights. My experience doesn’t speak for everyone’s, but one of the most detrimental effects of growing up gay is that I really had very few people around who understood me. I had allies and I knew celebrities who were out, but I always felt so removed from a sense of community. Teaching lgbt history (in particular) would have given me so much more access and perspective into the fact that change happens and that I am part of a movement. I think that’s empowering.

Again, I don’t speak for everyone. Are there people out there who were confident in their identities all along? Absolutely. Yet it’s important to create an understanding of queer history because many of the rights that are debated in recent cases like Obergefell v. Hodges or Lawrence V. Texas were rights that were talked about in the 1960s and 50s. Rights like the right to privacy in your home, and the right to bodily autonomy and civil union – those are the arguments that won cases like Loving v. Virginia. It’s strange that we should take so long as a nation to apply them to the lgbt+ community. Even now, the rights that we fought for are still at stake. There are upwards of 20 states where you can be fired for being gay and transgender. Understanding the history of the lgbt community really puts it into perspective that we as a community must be vocal and unapologetic of who we are, because we’re not done fighting yet.

As for teaching heterosexuality – that’s different. Perhaps schools should teach marriage and divorce rights for women in male-female marriages, or interracial marriage and anti-miscegenation laws in America, and especially in Germany. But heterosexuality as a whole has always been accepted. Being heterosexual has never made anyone the target of hate crimes or the victim of discriminatory laws. My point is about generating understanding for a minority and normalizing terms like bisexual, transgender, asexual, and so on, so that more people can talk about identity intelligently in a country where it is still acceptable to practice conversion therapy, where it is a given that queer teens have a higher suicide rate than the rest of the population, and in a world where the lgbt community faces widespread discrimination. America is not Chechnya, but we would understand who we are as a country, and the world much better if we understood queer history.

I cannot empathize with homophobia, but I do know that understanding is the first step to acceptance. The best way to promote understanding, to promote discourse and well-informedness is through education.

Incidentally, many sex-ed courses in America and the world accent heterosexuality.

MEETING JOSH - a Josh Pieters imagine

You were walking very fast through the supermarket. It may as well have been a run but you didn’t want to draw any attention to yourself. You kept your head down, every few seconds glancing over your shoulder. There were three boys following you; three very large and scary boys. Three boys, one of which you dated and the other two, his friends. You were uncertain as to why they were here but you definitely didn’t want to find out.

As you quickly turned into another aisle, you bumped into a tall and almost lanky boy.

“Sorry! You were going so fast and I didn’t see you!” he said, accent clear but voice soft.

You stammered, not because of how kind this stranger was or how his voice sounded like what you imagined chocolate would sound like, but because the three boys had caught up to you.

“That was some chase you put up, sweetheart,” the voice of your ex boyfriend sneered from behind you.

Looking into the brown eyes of the boy you had just bumped into, fear could be seen on your face. You mouthed a ‘help me’ to him, praying that he would be as trusting as his eyes depicted he’d be.

“Are these gentlemen bothering you, miss?” he asked, reaching to hold you gently by the shoulder.

“She knows us..”

“I was asking her,” his voice calm but sharp, eyes looking to read your face for some sort of answer.

You nodded before ducking your head down quickly, scared of the consequences of going against your menacing ex boyfriend. That was all the stranger needed, quickly threatening the boys behind you with calling both security and the police. He also pointed out that they wouldn’t be able to get a girl like you by following her like serial killers. You were a girl of class, he said, not one for idiots like them.

Still frozen in your place facing the stranger, you were too scared to turn and see what was going on behind you. You stood there waiting and hoping that they would go and leave you alone. It felt like an eternity, you standing there, eyes glued to the floor and the feet of this new boy. You didn’t notice then but later looking back, his hand on your shoulder had been rubbing light and comforting circles.

“We’ll be back when you don’t have your knight in shining armour to protect you,” one of the three muttered.

Still afraid you remained as you were, until the stranger gently lifted your chin up to look right at him.

“They’re gone,” he whispered.

You looked behind you to see that he was right. They had gone and with them the gnawing sense of fear began to subside. Still afraid they would come back, you wondered what they could want with you now.

“I’m Josh, Josh Pieters,” his voice drew you out of your thoughts, as you turned back to face him. “Are you alright?”

You stood there looking at him. Again, Josh searched your face for some sort of answer.

“Okay, that was a stupid question. Of course, you’re not alright, being chase around by three guys on your own. Fuck, Josh, you’re an idiot,” he quickly rambled.

Though you were still scared, you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at his response to himself. He looked you in the eyes, surprised that you were laughing.

With a deep breath, you nodded, “Yeah, I’m alright, thank you so much.”

Josh smiled down at you before pulling you into a quick hug. You stiffened slightly at the embrace, but his warmth and sweet smell relaxed you almost instantly. His tall figure seemed to almost engulf you. Had it been anyone else, you would have been petrified and yet, he felt safe and like home. Pulling away, Josh let go of you entirely, his hand on your shoulder now gone. And already, fear began to web itself back into you. It must have read on your face because Josh quickly grabbed your hand and gave it a small squeeze.

“Hey, don’t worry. I’ll stay with you,” he said softly, gazing into your eyes in attempt to comfort you.

With another deep breath, you introduced yourself. In doing so, you remembered that you hadn’t been with Josh the entire time. Rather, he was in the middle of his shopping at the supermarket.

Almost as quickly as he had rambled before, you said, “Oh my goodness, you’re shopping! I should let you get on with it. I’m sorry for bumping into you.”

He laughed, just as you had, before explaining that he was just getting some snacks for him and his roommates. You were no trouble. In fact, if anything, you helped him piss off his roommates a little bit. Annoying them, he said, was a daily goal of his.

Still holding your hand, Josh’s telling you this made you start to feel at ease again. You hadn’t ever really felt that safe in a whole while. There was something about this kind person who essentially saved you today that you just couldn’t let go.

“Josh, I know we’ve only just met but in all honesty, I have not felt this comfortable with anyone for a long time.”

“Here, take my number. Text me and I’ll be there for you, just like I was today.”

First of the MEETING series.

anonymous asked:

Could you do one where Reid is starting to fall for a bad girl? Like shes super smart but really vulgar and the rest of the team is like what on earth? ❤😊

OH MY GOD. I loved this prompt so much that this is so long. I really shouldn’t write things this long cause I can’t focus on much else. But I apologize for this being late, I got sick right as college started back up. Thanks so much for this request I really hope you like this cause i had fun writing it and I really like it so please let me know if I did well. 

Title: Too Intimidating 

Author: @loverofdrreid

Warnings: ?? Language, a lot. Someone gets shot. 

Reid always found that cases closer to Quantico were easier thanks to the easy access to labs and back up the team had, and Washington D.C. was about as close as you could get for an unsub with this ego. Everything was explained on the drive to Washington D.C. and the team already had a profile in the works. A family annihilator, an older male, who spends three days with each family before brutally killing each family member. So far, three families have fallen victim resulting in a body count of nine. Each family consists of two parents and a son, who is in-between the ages of eight to ten.

“Is there anything else you can find that the families have in common?” Morgan asked.

“I’m still digging.” Penelope said over speaker phone. “But all the families did live fairly close to each other so I’m sure I’ll have something after you guys meet the lead detective for this case. Stay save my lovelies.”

Penelope clicked off, and Morgan went to put his phone away when Hotch stopped him.

“I need you to call Rossi and tell him to put it on speaker so JJ and Emily can hear.”

“Okay, but why?”

Reid was also curious; after all if it was anything to do with the case he’d just share it with the group when everyone arrived at the police station.

“There is something everyone needs to know about the detective we’ll be working with on this case. She’s the best in her field and was promoted to her title younger than most due to her hard work, intelligence, and instinct. But she was very clear about not wanting to work with the FBI on this case and she’s known to be very extreme and violent. While she may be hard to work with she also knows what she’s talking about, but I don’t want anyone on the team to follow her lead alone. She’s known to get into some dangerous situations.”

Spencer made sure to make a note about that, and to stay as far away as possible.

You paced in front of your chief’s desk for what must have been the tenth time that day. FBI, fucking FBI, that was the last thing that you needed.


“Don’t even start again, Detective (L/N).”

You scowled, and huffed dramatically as you sat down.

“Sir, Detective,” A young officer said getting both of your attention. “The BAU is here.”

“Great.” You mumbled dropping your head into your hands. “There goes my fucking killer.”

“How do you figure that?”

You looked up to match the unknown man to the voice. He was tall, but not the tallest out of the group and you found you couldn’t break eye contact with him. You weren’t sure if it was because he was attractive or because you didn’t want to be seen as weaker by breaking first.  

“Please, try to ignore her, she may have an attitude but she’s the best detective on this force.” Your chief tried to defend you, but you tuned it out. You analyzed the BAU team as they were introduced. Aaron Hotchner, serious man/ team leader, David Rossi, you’ve read his books you know more than enough about him, Jenifer Jareau, smart and looked like she could be good in a fight, Derek Morgan, alpha male who was giving you a bit of an intimidating glare,  Emily Prentice, she stood tall and analyzed everything around her, and Doctor Spencer Reid. He was who first spoke to you, and you didn’t know how to describe him but your mind kept coming back to sunshine.

“Listen,” You said getting the every agent’s attention. “This is my case, and I didn’t ask for any of your help. With all of you running around he’s going to get scared and run.”

Aaron turned to you. “How do you know he’ll run?”

“Because I know how to think like these assholes, I know that this killer is a coward and the second he thinks we are on to him he’ll run.”

Derek crossed his arms, his glare never leaving his face. “What makes you say he’s a coward, he seems pretty confident in what he’s doing.”

You shot your own glare to every member of the FBI and to your own chief. “Pay attention, this creep gets off on playing house with the family members not on torture not on abuse. He kills off the threat of the husband after the first day, and spends the other two with the wife and child. When we find this guy, he’ll be scared shitless because he’s not used to fighting people who actually can beat him. He prefers stalking and a blitz attack, that’s the only way he can take control.”

You notice Agent Reid giving you a look.

“What’s up, Doc?”

“I’d prefer if you just call me Spencer and what you describe sounds like a profile.”

“Well, Doc,” You decided that was the guys nickname now. “Now do you understand why I didn’t need you or your team?”

Agent Hotchner stepped forward. “We are just here to help you catch this man, help that your chief believes that you need.”

You rolled your eyes and started walking towards the empty office they’d be using. “I’ll help you all get set up, even though I really don’t want to, but if this piece of human scum runs I will blame you.”

It’s now been two days since the BAU team has been assisting you on the case. While you’ve been giving them nonstop attitude they have been actually getting you results. You hated to admit it but this asshole didn’t run with all the FBI presence he instead got sloppy.

“Doc!” You shouted running into the room. “Where the hell is the rest of your team?”

“They found the unsub’s address his name is Thomas Whitman, they’re all heading to his place with swat. I was waiting for you so we can go meet them there.”

You waved away his words. “They won’t find him there; you need to come with me. He is already at his next victim’s house and I know where it is. I need some backup.”

Agent Spencer hesitated.

“Listen, the mom is a friend of mine and she made the call before the unsub could take control. The longer we wait here, the longer her and her family are victims. I’m not okay with that, so you’re either coming or not.”

Of course, despite Spencer’s better judgement, he came with you.

“So what’s the plan exactly?” Agent Spencer asked you as you circled the house. Back up and his team were on their way but they were miles away.

“You know, I haven’t really thought that far ahead.” You tried to ignore Agent Spencer’s shocked stare as you sized up the back door. “Your profile says he won’t kill the family until he’s played out his fantasy, right?”

“That’s the profile.” Spencer said about to get into the details and statistics of the possible outcomes.

“Good.” You gave Spencer a little push away from you, and kicked down the door in one smooth motion. Raising your guns you both travelled down the hall towards the stairs. Spencer took the right side towards the kitchen, while you took the left side towards the living room.

A crash towards the backdoor made both of you turn on your heels. You both ran towards the back, and watched as your unsub ran through the door into the backyard. Spencer made it through the door first and aimed his gun. Only the unsub raised his gun faster.

You weren’t even able to process what or why you were doing what you were doing. All you saw was an unsub about the pull the trigger on Spencer. You tackled him just in time, as you felt the bullet tear through you.

Luckily the rest of the BAU and SWAT team showed up and took down the killer before he could try and take anyone else out.

You saw Spencer get up and check himself for injuries, you didn’t blame him, that bullet had his name on it. He saw you a couple feet away, on your back and applying as much pressure as you could while you bled out.

Spencer rushed toward you. “Why did you push me out of the way, (Name)? I have a bullet proof vest, you don’t!”

You tried your best to put on a brave face, but you were hurting. “Relax, I’m probably going to live. I couldn’t stand to see anything happen to you, Doc.”

Spencer yelled for a medic, and you were actually grateful for the team effort.


“Please, don’t speak, you’ll be okay but I need you to save your energy.”

“Doc, this hurts like a son of a bitch.”

The rest of the agents approached you now, and you threw a glare at Derek and Aaron. “I swear to god, if you agents arrested my piece of shit killer and took credit for this I’ll haunt you from the fucking grave.”

Of course, have now dealt with you for two days the BAU learned to ignore you.

You were enjoying some jello from your hospital bed, feeling not so fresh after your surgery. But you were glad that this case was finally over and you could move on to catching other sickos solo.

“Knock. Knock.” The ever clear accent of David Rossi pulled you from your trace. You watched as the rest of his team filled the small room.

“Oh, great. I thought I was done with you damn agents.” You smirked. “Don’t tell me we’re assigned to work together permanently.”

“I don’t think I could ever allow that.” Aaron said, finally after three days, cracking a smile. “We just stopped in to see that the surgery was a success and to say goodbye.”

You gave a mock salute. “Honor working with you sir.”

“You have to admit,” Derek said smirking. “There’s no way you would have solved it so fast without us.”

You shot a ‘can you believe this’ look to Spencer, but noticed he seemed to be distancing himself from his group and moving closer to your hospital bed.

“I’ll admit no such fucking thing, but I am really glad I got to work with this team.”

Emily chuckled. “I might not even mind working with you again, but no getting shot next time, okay?”

You gave a wink. “No promises.” You turned to Spencer who was now standing right next to you. “Doc, it’s been a really ride working with your mind and glad I could save that cute face of yours.”

“Thirty-six point six miles. Which when driving the speed limit is only about forty six minutes. I’d be willing to make the drive, but I don’t know many places so you’d have to decide where to go once you’re cleared from the hospital, that is.” Spencer said without taking a breath.

“Whoa.” You didn’t know where this was going but you liked it.

“Slow down, pretty boy.” Derek said, with the rest of his team shooting Spencer a concerned look.

Spencer fidgeted with his hands and looked around the room nervously before clearing his throat. “Right, that wasn’t clear enough. What I mean to say is: Can I take you out on a date?”

You nearly choked on your jello. “What?”

Derek and David gone wide eyed and both shouted a confused, “What?”

Emily smirked. “Way to go, Reid.”

“Spence,” Jenifer said clearing her throat. “You probably should have waited until we left the room to ask that.”

“No kidding!” Derek yelled.

Spencer gave a shy smile, which kind of made your heart melt. “Sorry, I wasn’t really thinking.”

Derek turned, mumbling confused under his breath. “He ‘wasn’t thinking’, what is happening right now.”

Aaron and David gave you a look, before Aaron signaled at everyone else to clear the room.

David turned back to you after everyone but Spencer left. “Try not to be offended by Derek’s surprise, pretty sure you were just a little too intimidating for him.”

Once they were out of the way, you turned to Spencer smirking. “So Doc, I’m going to need your number if I’m going to call you to set up that date.”

Worldbuilding of Remnant - Language

Note: Implementing something like this into RWBY this late in the game would be pretty pointless or weird to point out. This is just something writers should consider doing in general when making their own universe with their own cultures.

The world of Remnant has multiple continents and has state on multiple occasions to have harsh wildlife and dangerous landscapes such as deserts and mountains. In the real world, before technology became widespread and easy transportation was possible, there was little chance of communicating with other groups or forming nations. Even in one region, putting a mountain in between a similar group would cause dialects to form and languages to deviate.

Nothing like this is seen in RWBY, despite multiple continental divides and land masses. One could argue that oh, they’re an advanced society, so therefore they can all share one language, but one has to remember that Remnant was not created with technology already in place. 

It’s also clear that accents are also not considered, as sometimes characters from the same location will have completely different dialects. Most of the time this is either due to strange voice direction (see: Young Ren, played by Apphia Yu, who was directed to sound vaguely British despite Yu being from LA) or the voice actor simply not dropping their own accent (see: Caiti Ward, an Australian woman, playing Velvet).

It is possible to salvage the idea of Remnant having one common language, as attempts have been made in real life to create something similar , but if that is addressed, the fact that there are other languages also need to be mentioned. Sure, a lot of people speak Esperanto, but we still have English, Spanish, etc. And not a lot of people would be willing to give up their culture’s language in place of something fabricated and new. This could be displayed with the creation of a Faunus language and script. 

Perhaps some Faunus prefer to use their own language instead of whatever is currently spoken in Remnant, because maybe the Faunus, being discriminated against as they have been, did not really get a say in the official language of the kingdoms, or they could simply prefer their own language and take pride in their culture.

This is not to say that it would improve RWBY in general. In fact, creating languages is very difficult to pull off and sometimes results in strange words that look cool on paper but are hard to pronounce in real life (see: anything in the Eragon series). It’s simply something to consider when trying to create an entire series of cultures.

~ Mod (wonder)weiss