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drprettyboyspence · 4 years

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Lilapsophobia

Dr. Spencer Reid/reader

Summary: The reader is the newest member of the BAU and she just happens to be terrified of tornadoes. Her best friend and secret crush Dr. Spencer Reid helps her when she starts feeling overwhelmed on the jet. Takes place during the jet scene in Season 7 Episode 7 “There’s no place like home”

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warnings: minor description of plane crashes, nothing else to my knowledge!

a/n: The jet scene from this episode is one of my fav scenes and I wanted to write from the perspective of someone feeling a little anxious due to the nature of this episode. Hope you like it!

lilapsophobia (n.) - the abnormal fear of tornadoes or hurricanes, considered the more severe type of astraphobia, fear of thunder and lightning.

The jet shakes once again and I take into consideration the winces on the faces of the team, even Hotch. That’s how I know this is bad, Hotch’s straight face almost never breaks. I glance out the window to my right, the sky outside so gray it almost appears green, only reminding me of the constant warnings I received as a child, “If the sky is green during a thunderstorm, go down to the basement and don’t come out.” Great, if only my family could see me now, about as far from a basement as I can possibly get, 35,000 feet in the air. The clouds are swirling in huge arcs outside the jet and each second it seems the wind is getting stronger against the flimsy wings. We’ve been summoned to Wichita, Kansas, responding to the recovery of two young boys found in the rubble of recent tornados. I’m the newest member of the BAU team, the youngest too, joining the team at only 24 years old. The whispering had started almost immediately, finally Dr. Spencer Reid had met his match, Agent Y/n Y/l//n.

I had been extremely nervous to meet the famous Dr., scared that he would see me as competition, that I was trying to take his place, or that he would look down on me. I could not have been more wrong, Spencer and I have become the best of friends in the months I’ve been working with this team and secretly, I have a bit of a crush on him as well. That’s something I refuse to tell anybody, not even the girls of the BAU, who I have become extremely close with as well. The clink of water glasses shaking on the table brings me out of my memories, forcing me to direct my attention to Spencer who has begun speaking,

“You know, if this unsub is using tornadoes as a forensic countermeasure then Kansas certainly is the ideal setting. Tornadoes do pose a significant threat, during this year’s super outbreak back in April there were 336 confirmed tornadoes in just several days resulting in over 300 lives lost.” Great, that makes me feel so much better. I glance at Spencer in shock, how does he say stuff like that in such a calm manner, all I can picture is this plane falling out of the sky right about…

“Hey! Tell us something good mama.” Morgan says as Garcia’s face pops up on the screen. I don’t think I’ve ever envied her more than I do right now, safe on the ground in her bat cave at Quantico, thousands of miles from any type of tornado. I try my best to focus on the information she feeds to us through the monitor, having uncovered valuable information about the two victims that will help us solve the case. I know I need to use my brain, this isn’t the time to let a silly childish phobia get in the way of my job, even if, as Spencer just said, tornadoes do pose a significant threat. Garcia clicks off after Emily says something about the unsub fetishizing the missing limbs, what I would give to press a button and be transported to safety. The jet shakes the most violently it has yet and Rossi grimaces, grasping onto the side of his seat tightly as I hear the click of Spencer’s seat belt, the knowledge that the brave genius is feeling anxious only making me feel worse. Rossi begins forming a cross over his body, prompting Spencer to remark

“I didn’t know you were a bad flyer.” Well Spencer neither am I but something about being 35,000 feet in the air in a small aircraft with the genius next to me spitting out facts about the danger of tornadoes might just make anybody a bad flyer.

“I’m not, I just hate turbulence.” Rossi responds and I can already sense what’s coming next, cue the statistics from Dr. Spencer Reid that are sure to make exactly no one feel better about our current situation.

“You know, turbulence very rarely causes planes to crash.” Oh well that’s good at least, I think as I loosen up my grip on the seat slightly.

“That does me absolutely no good at the moment, thank you.” Rossi sassily responds. I’d laugh if I wasn’t so terrified in this moment. I usually find Spencer’s outbursts cute but right now I’m too on edge to hear one more fact about the probability we are all going to die a fiery plane-crash death.

“What we really need to worry about are micro-bursts.” Oh no. Rossi and I share a quick panicked look as we both know what’s coming. “The sudden downburst of air associated with thunderstorms, but a small craft like this if we hit one of those at the wrong altitude, boom, pulverized.” I feel as though the room is spinning when he says that, how does he seem so calm?

“I beg of you to make him stop.” Rossi says to JJ from across the plane. Suddenly I feel as though I’m going to be sick, quickly jumping up and stumbling my way to the bathroom, leaving Spencer asking me if I’m okay. Once in the bathroom I strangely feel the smallest bit more stable but all of the stress is adding up and I start crying. I know it’s ridiculous, I’m an FBI agent, I put myself in life-threatening situations every day, but I’m terrified of tornadoes.

“Y/n, are you okay?” I hear the soft voice of Spencer outside the door and I frantically try to wipe the tear streaks off my face to no avail, it’s painfully obvious I’ve been crying. I reluctantly unlock the door, not wanting Spencer to see me like this. He shields me from the rest of the team, FBI profilers are nosy as hell. He closes the door behind him and if I wasn’t so overwhelmed right now I would laugh at the fact that I’m locked in a jet bathroom with my crush right now, our friends on the other side of the door probably wondering what on earth is going on. “Oh Y/n, what’s wrong? Is it that thing I said, I’m quite sure we aren’t going to hit any microbursts. I’m sorry I’ve upset you.”

“No, no, Spence, it wasn’t you, ugh this is so embarrassing, I’m just, uh, I’m really scared of tornadoes, have been since I was a little kid, I’m just overwhelmed, I’m really sorry about this, it’s ridiculous.”

“Y/n, why didn’t you tell me you had lilapsophobia, 1 in 10 people have a fear of extreme weather, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Here, let’s get out of this cramped bathroom because you just know we’ll never hear the end of it from Morgan.” He wipes the remaining tears off my face as I nod, feeling so much better with Spencer here with me. We leave the bathroom and Spencer leads me to the couch, sitting down with me. It’s like he knew I was feeling extremely exhausted all of a sudden.

“Why don’t you try and sleep for a little Y/n, we won’t be landing in Wichita for a while and we need you at your best to solve this case, I can’t function without my partner in crime-solving, you know that.” My eyes are getting droopy even as the plane continues to shake, I feel safe in Spencer’s arms as he begins to stroke the back of my neck, hoping to relieve some of the stress I’m under.

“You don’t have to do all of this Spencer, really, thank you though, it’s so sweet of you, but I should take care of myself.” I say, but it's painfully obvious I’m melting into Spencer’s touch, finally relaxing for the first time since I heard about this tornado-centered case.

“Nonsense Y/n, there’s nothing to be ashamed of as I said before, and I’m never going to stop taking care of you, remember that sweetheart.” He then places a quick kiss on my forehead, not caring about the teasing we’ll receive from every member of the team, even Hotch, and god forbid Garcia if she ever catches word of this, we’ll never hear the end of it, well maybe I don’t care anymore. Just before I fall asleep in Spencer’s embrace I think, for the first time in my life, I’m ready for whatever lies ahead in Wichita, even tornadoes.

#criminal minds imagine #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid #criminal minds #reader insert #dr spencer reid #fluff #criminals mind season 7

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keyofjetwolf · 4 years

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Hi would you like some rage about She-Ra season 5?

If the answer is no, please don’t click below. For real. Really for real. I’m not looking to piss in anyone’s Cheerios. I think if you were satisfied (or better!) with the show, that’s fantastic and I envy you. As I have always said, love what you love. My opinion is mine and means precisely nothing beyond that. If you think you may be even a little bummed reading about how someone didn’t like it, skip this post and go on with your day, I promise you’re not missing anything worthwhile.

IN A SIMILAR VEIN: If -- before, during, or after reading -- you feel inclined to argue with me, I am begging you to please not. I cannot begin to tell you how much I don’t want to be argued with on this right now. I’m still extremely disappointed and cranky, and I’m not much in the mood to have a measured, reasoned debate about my feelings. Much as my opinion has no bearing on you, your opinion has no bearing on me, and as I’m giving you the option to opt out, I’d appreciate the same courtesy. If you want to write your own post on your own blog, go nuts! Just please leave me out of it. I PREFER TO BE CRANKY AT TELEVISION SHOWS THAN PEOPLE.

The rest of you, come on down. I don’t promise coherency, but I DO promise a lot of stuff said in all-caps!

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Hello! Thank you for joining me! We watched the remaining few episodes of She-Ra last night! I hated them! Yaaay!

What did I hate? OH HO HO MANY THINGS FRIENDS MANY THINGS. It’s not just stuff from the final couple of episodes either, I want to clarify. It’s the entire final season, settling on last few episodes like the freshly fallen snow on your front lawn that some frat boys decide to pee their names into. By the time we’d gotten to these last episodes, there was really nothing left for me but confirmation of all the shit I’d come to hate. SO THANKS I GUESS FOR PROVING ME RIGHT

Which isn’t to say there was nothing to enjoy in the final episodes! There was!

5. She-Ra’s Triceps. GET BUFF GIRL. I LOVE how Adora and She-Ra look similar, but very much not identical. Adora’s no slouch when it comes to physical stuff, but they go the extra mile to show us how She-Ra is that much more. HOW RARELY DO YOU GET TO SEE A WOMAN WITH MUSCLES. I’ve been nothing but impressed by the ways the show drew the line between Adora and She-Ra, and however I felt about its handling of other elements, it didn’t let me down here.

4. Sometimes A Family Is A Twink, A Lizard, And Their Imp Baby. I don’t have further commentary on this, and I need none.

3. Welcome Home, Daddy. THIS WAS SO SPECTACULAR. Glimmer had, I would argue, the most realized arc in the story. It was so gratifying to see this as a culmination, not just of her own struggle with her magical power and ability to harness it, but her willingness to do what needs doing, however personally difficult. That was a stumbling point Angelica could never overcome, continually trying to micromanage and protect Glimmer rather than trusting her and recognizing her for the asset she was. Also though, more succinctly: YESSSS BITCH

2. A Shanty! THIS WHOLE SCENE WAS PERFECT NO NOTES. Just the right blend of silly and sincere, a genuine delight as even brainwashed Mermista had had enough of Sea Hawk’s shit, AND so much more clever than it seemed at first glance. THIS IS THE ONLY VALID HETEROSEXUAL RELATIONSHIP IN SHE-RA I AM NOT TAKING QUESTIONS AT THIS TIME

1. Shadow Weaver. SHADOW FUCKING WEAVER. What a complicated, fascinating character, bar none the most interesting in the entire series. I do think they pulled their punch right at the very end with her, but I AM capable of remembering I’m watching a kid’s show, so I can only get so disappointed about it. Mostly, she remained a beautifully morally complex character, and she was one of my greatest personal delights from beginning to end*.

(*) Boy did this show have one single solution for mommy issues though.

THAT WAS ABOUT IT. So let’s get to why we’re all really here, and that is MY SCREAMING OH MY GOD WHERE DO I BEGIN

Nah, I know exactly where to begin.

GLIMMER AND BO JESUS MCTRISKET I AM GOING TO EXPLODE AND SHOWER THE UNIVERSE IN THE SHRAPNEL OF MY HATE

WHY IS THIS HAPPENING

WHERE DID IT COME FROM

HOW CAN I SHOVE IT BACK IN THE HATEFUL SPEWHOLE THAT SIRED THIS BULLSHIT

WHY WHY IS THIS HERE WHY IS THIS IN MY FACE WHERE MY EYES HAVE TO SEE IT FUCK ME SIDEWAYS THIS IS THE MOST UNNECESSARY SHOEHORNED IN HET ROMANCE FUCK A DOODLE NONSENSE I HAVE EVER HAD THE MISFORTUNE TO BEAR WITNESS WHAT IS IT DOING IN THIS OTHERWISE EXPONENTIALLY GAY CARTOON

WERE YOU PANDERING TO THE STRAIGHTS

WHY ARE YOU PANDERING TO THE STRAIGHTS I ASSURE YOU WE ARE COVERED BOTH HISTORICALLY AND FICTIONALLY

ALSO NEED I REMIND YOU THAT YOU HAVE ALREADY ACHIEVED HETEROSEXUAL PERFECTION

NO MERMISTA NO WE ARE NOT ALL JUST LIKE OKAY WITH THIS

Oh my FUCKSTICKS, I could’ve rolled with so much more that angers/disappoints me about She-Ra’s ending if every single thing I feared about this hadn’t proved true.

AND. IT. WAS. SO. UNNECESSARY.

What exactly did pairing off Glimmer and Bo do for the story? For their characters? THIS IS THE PART THAT’S STABBING ME IN THE DELICATE WEBBING OF MY TOES. Because -- COME WITH ME A MOMENT SWEET ANGELS -- because I was under the impression that, oohhhh, I dunno, FRIENDSHIP WAS A HUGE FUCKING IMPORTANT PART OF THIS PASTEL HELLSCAPE

Is it, She-Ra? IS IT REALLY???? When not one but BOTH of your childhood friendship pairings end in romance? When you close out your five seasons with romantic relationships so painfully and specifically sown across the character landscape like an overzealous gardener turned loose on the world?

You know what you have at the end? DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID

THIS ISN’T A BEST FRIENDS SQUAD IT’S A DOUBLE DATE THAT NEVER MERCIFULLY ENDS

And again I ask, Why?? What was it about Glimmer and Bo’s relationship that needed them to become romantic? What was LACKING that this was the solution?

THIS IS WHAT MAKES ME LOSE MY GODDAMN SHITTING MIND I AM SO FUCKING DONE WITH THIS INSIPID MYOPIC TRASHBAG OF A CONCEPT

I believed She-Ra’s entire premise about friendship, I believed it wholeheartedly, and I’m so PISSED that at the close of day, narratively, it swept it all the bin. AND YES, YES IT DID, otherwise, WHY IS IT THERE. It serves no story-based need, it serves no character-based need, it has no NEED at all. So is it meant to be a “reward” to Bo and Glimmer for winning the war, as if their lifelong friendship were not reward enough? Is it meant to show they’ve walked through the flames and emerged with stronger, deeper bonds, because of course a relationship can only go SO deep without fucking. There’s no avenue to Romantic Relationship that doesn’t simultaneously point to something lacking in Platonic Relationship, AND I AM FURY PERSONIFIED

I am so tired of this. I’m SO TIRED of this.

And it didn’t need to be there. They didn’t even TRY to give us a good reason. That may be the part that makes me the angriest. Of COURSE they hook up romantically, of COURSE their platonic love would grow into “more”.

Fuck YOU, She-Ra. I thought you were better than that. YOU WERE SO CLOSE TO BETTER THAN THAT

THEN THERE WAS CATRA

I get it, I guess. I mean, I think it’s shittily written, but I GUESS. Honestly, end of day, I just don’t care about Catra enough to really get too angry about it, particularly when as I’m so fucking incendiary over something much more important to me. But it’s also the show’s greatest creative failure, and even if I HADN’T gotten angrier at other choices, it would’ve still cut its own legs out from under it.

Catra’s “redemption” was weak and sad and did a disservice to her and everyone involved. She started self-centered and shitty, and she ended just as self-centered and shitty, only we’re fine with that now. She learned nothing and changed nothing, but also nobody ever demanded it of her, so I can only lay so much at the character’s feet. The problem is ultimately creative, where I think Noelle Stevenson got lost in her own love of the character, and somewhere along the way forgot that if you take them out that far, you have to be willing to walk them the long road back. Compare to poor Glimmer, for fuck’s sake, whose greatest sin was being desperate enough to be manipulated by the character whose entire fucking DEAL is being THE manipulator. How much shit did she get for that? How long was she punished? Meanwhile Catra becomes THE Big Bad for a while, nearly unravels all of reality in a fit of supreme lesbian angst and self-pity, directly leads to the death of the planet’s ruling monarch who also happens to be GLITTER’S MUM and DIRECT FRIEND TO THE SHOW’S HEROES, but that’s fine, you did one sorta good thing one time and even though it was also wrapped in a thick film of self-pity and a final fuck-you at Adora, all is forgiven!

Speaking of, Adora suffers just as much from stunted growth. From the beginning, her thing was control, unable to free herself from the responsibility of everything and everyone. What did we have at the end? Adora as the only one who could save everything and everyone. Yeah, they kept asking what it was SHE wanted, BUT THEN SHE NEVER ACTUALLY GOT TO CHOOSE. NOT activating the failsafe wasn’t an option for her, and while she wound up not having to die to do it, even that wasn’t her choice in the end, it was Catra’s. (Don’t even get me started on her nth hour “You love me?” fuckery when it wasn’t once for one single second shown to be a question of such life-turning importance.)

All of which could be interesting! That Catra and Adora went through all this, came so far to wind up right where they started? AWESOME. LOVE IT. FUND IT. But really all that happens is nobody minds now that Catra’s a self-involved little shit and tee-hee another Best Friends Squad Mission being bullrushed by Adora within five minutes of ending the last one isn’t that funny?

I can’t even dig much enjoyment out of Adora and Catra as a trope subversion (if one of them was a male, their romantic involvement wouldn’t have even been a QUESTION), because the show lost its fucking mind with romantically pairing everybody off in the final five minutes. WHICH BRINGS ME RIGHT BACK TO MY PREVIOUS SCREAMING SO I’LL STOP THERE.

There was other stuff, of course. I think it was a TERRIBLE decision to spend the last season with the focus split between the two groups of rebels, and writing half the cast into brainwashing. I think the Nettossa and Spinnerella stuff was wasted and lacked any punch at all because the show for some reason or another couldn’t be bothered to let us spend any time with them to care. The waste of Scorpia and Mermista especially (to people named Jet Wolf who are me) was fucking CRIMINAL. Speaking of Scorpia, wouldn’t her showdown with Bo have been so much more poignant if they’d had really any kind of interaction before that moment to build from? (Sure, it’s Scorpia, so if you’re going to sell the lack of context with anyone it’s her, BUT ALSO.) Hey, remember Huntara? No? NEITHER DID THE SHOW.

All my details aside though, MY MANY MANY MANY DETAILS, what kills/rages me most about She-Ra was how so much potential from the first four seasons was just flushed away. Whether it was the creative team shooting itself in the foot or corporate pressure and rushing from Netflix, I don’t know. I don’t CARE. This is the show I was given, so this is the show I have, and that kind of fall after that kind of potential doesn’t just irritate me, it makes me SAD. I wouldn’t be this disappointed if I didn’t think it could have been -- WAS -- so much more.

Time will tell if I can separate out the final season from how much I loved those that came before it. I like to hope so, because I did love it intensely and loved whenever I got the chance to really dig in and talk about it.

WHATEVER ELSE I SUPPOSE I WILL ALWAYS HAVE THIS

Again please remember that I am not at present looking to argue or debate my feelings and opinions. I get to just be angry and disappointed, as a treat!

#jet wolf watches she ra #a novel by jet wolf #ANYWAY THAT'S ENOUGH ENERGY SPENT ON THIS CHILD'S CARTOON FOR ONE 24 HOUR PERIOD

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inkribbon796 · 4 years

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Where the Crossroads Meet Ch 4

Summary: As the new town settles, friends are made, and power is transferred hands.

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Chapter 4: Organization

It took hours before the town, which was now big enough to be a metropolis with the new additions to, was calmed enough for people to regain some semblance of order.

Within the next few weeks gangs and mafia syndicates would fall, some to infighting, others to the larger crime groups in the new city, like Dark’s.

The group of superheroes were crammed into Mark, Daniel, Wade, and Bob’s apartment. Mostly because the Sides still couldn’t find where their apartment had wound up, and Jack didn’t want Anti eavesdropping on the conversation.

Logan adjusted his visor, already taking notes. “Well, seeing as Gainesville is currently stuck in?”

“Egoton,” Silver answered confidently.

“Athlone,” Jackieboy Man corrected.

“We’re in fookin’ Brighton,” Bro Average gestured to the city right outside the window.

“In any case,” Logan cleared his throat. “Our various rogues have joined forces. Even if it isn’t in the way we expected them to. For now, until our cities return to their natural position on the globe, we should join forces.”

Marvin was sitting on the couch with Roman, Marvin was just filing his nails as Roman was trying to smooth out some of the chips in his nails with angry grumbling. “Far as I’m concerned,” Marvin commented as Roman frowned at the magician’s perfect-looking nails, “if Jay says yer on the level, nothing I can do ‘bout it.”

J.J was taking a nap in a chair, leaning against Marvin’s side of the couch. His mustache was twitching in his sleep.

“How do you keep them so pristine?” Roman commented with a jealous huff.

“There’s a spell fer that,” Marvin goaded with a very cat-like grin. “If yeh can manage it.”

“Of course I can,” Roman scoffed with a huge smile, scooting closer to the magician, who was already conjuring up a spell book seemingly from thin air.

“I didn’t think it was possible for you to be even more impossible to deal with,” Logic scolded.

“Come on, Lo,” Patton smiled. “It’s always good to make new friends.”

“Yeah, Lo,” Marvin smiled, thumbing through his spell book “We’re friends.”

Logan scowled at him.

“Is there a spell that can let me light my sword on fire?” Roman asked.

Marvin’s smile became sharper, a grin that became even more Cheshire-like when he saw Logan’s disapproving scowl. “Yeah, I got just the thin’.”

Jackieboy nudged Silver, nudging his head to the door, “Hey, can I talk with you?”

“Uh,” Mark uncrossed his arms, looking around the room. “Sure.”

“Won’t be long,” Jack promised.

Silver followed him out, just going into the hallway of the apartment, Silver looking around and seeing that it was empty before the two rushed to the roof, where seeing two masked heroes wouldn’t be immediately linked to anyone living in the building.

“So how long yeh an’ yer friends been doin’ this?” Jackie asked.

“Couple ‘a months,” Mark answered. “What about you?”

“Same,” Jackie. “So the pink an’ black ensemble, what’s the deal with them?”

“Dark’s a mob boss from Hell who has my whole city in his back pocket,” Silver explained. “Whoever he can’t bend to his will, he kills. We’ve been making some headway with him,making people less afraid of him and breaking down parts of his network but the fucker just doesn’t die, he doesn’t ever really seem to get all that tired either.”

“Reminds me ‘a Anti,” Jackie told him, “bastard just straight up possessed me one day an’ hasn’t left us alone since. Just has two modes: gets bored and kills someone, or is bothering us so he can kill someone.”

“Just ordinary chaos seems nice,” Silver commented. “Just once I’d like to not deal with Dark’s contacts and their vile day jobs.”

“Well Anti’s a piece ‘a shite too,” Jack chuckled. “Welcome ta the circus, what about the bar shop quartet-looking guy? He got another act ‘sides being mad and gun happy?”

“That’s pretty much it, he can also teleport, is impervious to bullets and can’t remember what he did last week unless Dark’s involved,” Silver warned.

“He an’ Anti are gonna be great friends,” Jackie groaned, the two of them talking on the rooftop for a bit before joining the others.

Dark finally opened a portal into the Manor, his aura happily as it returned to his familiar home. He followed Wil’s aura out to the back patio where Wil was sitting, without pants, on one of the patio chairs trying to drink a martini . . . and failing.

“You have two hands,” Dark told him sharply, “use them.”

“Darkling,” Wil smiled excitedly, summoning up a glass of scotch on the rock and holding it up. “Join me, you look like you’ve had a hard day, my sweet licorice.”

Dark’s glare became scathing, but still took the glass, “No thanks to you, my entire network was split up over several miles. Do you know the amount of people I had to get killed today thanks to you?”

“I’m sure they deserved it,” Wil smiled, waving his hand and more Scotch appeared.

Using his aura, Dark dragged another patio chair over with and angry, metallic screech. He sat down, glaring at Dark, taking a couple long sips.

“I could help you,” Wil offered openly.

Dark let out a noise in-between a huff and a scoff, “You’ve done more than enough.”

“Oh,” Wilford set his martini down. “How silly of me, I almost forgot.”

“What a shame,” Dark groaned.

With that same huge smile that Dark knew he couldn’t stay mad at, Dark set his own glass down. He patiently knit his fingers in his lap and just waited as Wil pulled out an ornate box out of thin air and Dark just stared at it, seeing the magic and aura billowing off of it, Dark could almost feel like it was trying to speak and talk but not in any normal or audible language.

Wilford held it out and Dark took it, turning it over. A smile slowly spread across his face. “Where did you find this?”

“Oh goody, you like it,” Wil clapped. “I found it at the bank.”

“Really?” Dark hummed as he pulled the top off and looked inside to see just a bottomless pit of magic. Carefully, Dark reached his aura in and he could feel . . . something, but couldn’t pull it out. So he reached in with his hand and pulled out a black pocket ledger. Dark sent the box to his safe.

Wil was oddly quiet as Dark looked through the booklet, it had his entire schedule on it, and Dark couldn’t deny the whispering it was trying to communicate to him, even if he couldn’t hear it.

“So,” Wil trailed off. “Am I still in trouble?”

Sliding the ledger into the inside pocket of his suit jacket, then he stood and grabbed his glass again. “Nonsense,” Dark smiled and kissed Wil. “You’re free to go, sweetheart, just don’t mess with the banks again. I hate the clean up.”

Wilford was beaming with happiness, standing up and flexing his suspenders, “I live to please, Darkling.”

“Do you?” Dark smiled, as he opened up a portal into his main office. “Sometimes I think you just like making me angry.”

“Well it’s hardly my fault that you’re so damn cute when your angry,” Wil defended good naturedly.

“Well,” Dark was starting to flip through the ledger, it had his whole week scheduled out, even events that he’d thought were hazy or impossible before his city had changed. “You best keep me from getting adorable then.”

“Never,” Wilford smiled and leaned down to kiss Dark, the Entity returning the kiss as the new town began to slowly reach a new normal around them.

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