#Mum Bett

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Elizabeth Freeman (c. 1744 – December 28, 1829), also known as Bet, Mum Bett, or MumBet, first Black woman released from slavery under the Massachusetts state constitution (all men are created equal), essentially ending slavery in Massachusetts circa 1781.

Freedman’s suit, Brom and Bett v. Ashley (1781), was cited in the Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court appellate review of Quock Walker's freedom suit. When the court upheld Walker's freedom under the state's constitution, the ruling was considered to have implicitly ended slavery in Massachusetts.

“Any time, any time while I was a slave, if one minute's freedom had been offered to me, and I had been told I must die at the end of that minute, I would have taken it—just to stand one minute on God's airth [sic] a free woman— I would.” — Elizabeth Freeman

Freeman is buried in the Sedgwick family plot in Stockbridge, Massachusetts. Freeman remains the only non-Sedgwick buried in the Sedgwick plot. They provided a tombstone, inscribed as follows:

ELIZABETH FREEMAN, also known by the name of MUMBET died Dec. 28th 1829. Her supposed age was 85 Years. She was born a slave and remained a slave for nearly thirty years; She could neither read nor write, yet in her own sphere she had no superior or equal. She neither wasted time nor property. She never violated a trust, nor failed to perform a duty. In every situation of domestic trial, she was the most efficient helper and the tenderest friend. Good mother, farewell.

Children: Bett (Betsy) "Lil Bett" Humphrey formerly Freeman, died after 1811 after about age 46 [location unknown]. She is listed under her mother's freed slave name since her father's name is unknown. Her mother took the name "Freeman" after winning her freedom and probably gave the name to her young daughter. Betsy married Jonah Humphrey, who then disappeared from the area around 1811. Betsy may have married Jack Burghardt, great grandfather of civil rights leader W. E. B. Du Bois, but this is speculation.

Painting of Elizabeth Freeman, aged 70. Painted by Susan Ridley Sedgwick, aged 23. Watercolor on ivory, painted circa 1812. Photo courtesy of Massachusetts Historical Society, Boston.

Sources: WikiTree, Wikipedia

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🍓 lover // strawberry wine valentine

a mini Valentine’s Day strawberry wine blurb based on fun fact #5 from this post! Words in italics are said in Dutch!

Max has been speaking Dutch to you since the day you met, to varying degrees. He’s called you lots of nicknames in the language, ones you’ve wished you understood.

“Hi, schatje.”

“How was your week, liefje?”

It had taken you far too long to catch on to the fact these weren’t just friendly nicknames. Once you did realize, he moved on to full sentences, sometimes full one sided conversations in Dutch. It drove you absolutely nuts.

Now, on your first Valentine’s Day together as husband and wife, you’re much more practiced in Dutch.

When he wakes up, rolls over, and says “good morning, my love,” in Dutch, you respond with a “good morning, baby,” in English.

Later in the day, you’re out for a walk through a park with him. His hand is in yours, the air lightly chilled, and you lean into him. He points across the grass to where a dog is running around, a giant stick in his mouth. He laughs, eyes crinkling. You’re reminded again how much you love to see him happy like this. How lucky you are to spend time with him like this. He’s yours. You’re his. Valentines, forever.

It’s like he knows what you’re thinking, because he leans close and kisses your temple. You giggle and lean into him. He’s your favorite person in the whole world, you think. Nobody else you’d rather spend time with.

“I’m the luckiest person in the world,” he says. It’s Dutch, but you understand it.

“No, I’m the luckiest,” you say back , and he laughs brightly.

“Your Dutch is getting good!” He says, brushing his thumb against your cheek.

You laugh and continue your walk, fingers interlace. When the wind blows, you barely feel the chill.

Later, he takes you out to dinner at your favorite restaurant, a table for two reserved in a secluded corner. There’s strawberry wine on the table before you even sit down, and it makes you smile wide and soft. He holds your hand through the whole dinner, and you hook your foot around his ankle under the table. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted, really. A life shared with him. The way he looks at you with soft eyes makes your chest ache in the best way.

“The love of my life,” he says, smirking like he thinks you won’t understand. “My pretty strawberry.”

You grin and lean close. The language feels foreign on your tongue, but you’ve been practicing for months, now. “I love you, Max. More than strawberries, even.”

His eyes light up, and then he laughs, squeezing your hand and leaning over the table. He kisses you quickly, a light peck on the lips, his cheeks turning red the way in that you love.

He shakes his head. “You learned? For me?”

You nod proudly. “How’s my pronunciation? Your mum and sister have been helping me.”

His grin widens. “It’s good. Very good. You’re…” he sighs, shakes his head again, this look on his face that you can’t explain. “Fuck, I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you repeat.

You finish dinner with happy smiles and even happier hearts. He suggests strawberry shortcake for dessert. With a smirk on your face, you suggest taking dessert to go. He laughs and agrees, raising his brows suggestively.

On the way home, he turns to you, arm around your shoulders, and says, “Du hast kein Deutsch gelernt, oder?”

You look at him, bewildered. He laughs and shakes you gently by the shoulders.

“Perfekt,” he says. “Weißt du, ich kann es kaum erwarten, dich nach Hause zu bringen. Und ins Bett.”

You roll your eyes at him and elbow him. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t!” He teases. “You love me.”

When he stops on the sidewalk and kisses you, you can’t find it in you to complain about his speaking German. You’re just happy to be his.

translation:

“You didn't learn German, did you?”

“Perfect,” he says. “You know, I can’t wait to get you home. And in bed.”

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Neighbour Ghost x reader 6

2.7k | angst No matter how loyal, guard dogs still have their teeth (part 1) (part 7)

Simon’s steps to your door were heavy, as his heart had been since that call.

Despite his blazing wrath, he was unprepared for the waves of guilt that washed over, the shame that wrestled to drown him. He was unable to protect you from his past – he brought it upon you, even after how much too sweet you’d been, how softly you’d touched him. How could he ever look you in the eye again?

The stray never deserved any of that.

When you gave him a squeeze at the door, he didn’t return it. Still, you tugged him in with the same lovely smile, even when it wasn’t as wide.

“Fancy a cuppa?”

“No.”

Your pretty hand shouldn’t be in his filthy one. Do you even know what I do with these hands?

You sat at the dining table and Simon remained on his feet to your side, eyes fixed on the cup of pu erh before you. His fists clenched and released. You didn’t like pu erh.

At the end of the day, he was still a reaper in dress uniform - one with an unrelenting demon that lurked in the far corner. He could have fucked him up that evening at the bakery. Feel his nose crumble against his knuckles, maybe even the snap of his scrawny neck in his hands.

But no, this happened because he didn't. Like his mum said, you were good for him, of course you were. But was he for you? He was nothing but trouble.

You smiled up at him. Always so sincere, so delicate, making his stomach twist more.

“My dad’s visiting this weekend. I was wondering if you wanted to meet him? And… Um, what I should introduce you-“

Not addicted, he'd tell himself too many times, as if it didn’t sound like a bloody lie to his own ears. You were the beginning of an incurable addiction, a cliff with the bewitching view he was a step away from falling off of.

His gaze left you. “I’m going back home with my mum tomorrow.”

“Oh,” you said, your disappointment evident. “Okay, maybe next time then.”

His heart pounded in his ears as he forced the words out, nails digging into his palms. “We should stop this.”

“What… What are you saying, Simon?”

“This. Meeting you, staying over. I’ll have less time when I become captain. This isn’t going to end well,” he reasoned, but it sounded more like he was convincing himself this was the right thing.

He knew it was, even when it didn’t feel like it, like a lot of things in life. He knew one day he’d be glad he did this. One day, even when right then it felt like the worst thing he could be doing. Would someone, something, rip this decision away from his hands?

“You don't get to say that yet, not right now. I know you're going through a lot.” You reached for his hand. “But we can wait until things settle and we’ll talk-“

He pulled away from your touch. “I've made up my mind. I never meant for things to get this far.”

In the still room, his stare remained on the cup you hadn’t touched since his arrival.

“You knew this all along and you still let it happen,” you said as realisation dawned.

He looked up to meet your hardened gaze. He’d seen you sad, annoyed, angry, but this was the first time your eyes were devoid of warmth. Being the receiving end of that stare was a stab to his chest.

“I should believe people when they show me who they are.” You chuckled humourlessly. “Get out, Simon.”

The world slowed. It was hard to draw his breath as he remained unmoving, like he was chained to the floor of where his sanctuary once was. Despite the arms that ached to wrap around you and never let go, he forced himself to walk away as his blood ran cold.

The door slammed behind him. He didn’t expect a positive response, of course, but it was definitely not the shatter of his own heart.

Still, it didn’t hurt as much as it would have had he waited until you inevitably left him for one reason or another. At least he’d never have to worry about being like his dad, about hurting you, betraying you, if you weren’t there to begin with. Like he’d always known, you deserved better, someone as lovely as you – unlike this stray who would never be enough.

It’s the right thing.

He could give his mum his undivided attention now. She would never leave nor kick him out the door. If he was not wanted, he had to be endlessly needed, used dry until he was nothing but a ghost.

“Who the fuck broke my bloody door!”

Simon and his mum had been waiting for his dad’s return to the house that had turned into a complete mess. Meanwhile, she’d packed as much of her belongings as she could, her luggage in the living room.

“Sign the bloody papers before I make sure you never can anymore,” Simon barked, standing tall next to his sitting mum.

His dad rounded the corner and Simon’s jaw ticked thinking of what he did to you. He let out a weak sigh at the sight of his wife and son at the dining table, a sight he hadn’t seen in over a decade. His eyes softened.

“I don’t want anything from you, James. Please sign them and we’ll be out of here.”

He pulled out the chair across the table and propped his elbows up, face in his hands as he took a deep breath.

“I need to apologise, Melanie,” he began. “I’ve made your life hell, and I know there’s nothing I can do to change that now. I was my fault.”

“She didn’t ask,” Simon said through gritted teeth. He shoved the papers closer when he ached to break the filthy table with his dad’s skull.

“I’m sorry about your last night here. It was unforgiveable, what I did.”

Simon slammed his fist onto the table. He had watched the grand performance too many times. “You’re not fooling anybody with your tricks. Sign the bloody papers. I swear this is the last time I’m asking.”

His mum patted his hand, and he reluctantly took the seat next to her.

“I want you to have the house, Mel. You’ve always kept it too beautiful for a man like me. It’s the least I can give you after everything.” He let out a steady breath, flipping open the document. “I hope one day you can find it in your heart to forgive me for how much I’ve hurt you,” he added quietly.

Was that remorse that settled in his hollow eyes?

His mum bit her lip as a tear slipped. When Simon wrapped an arm around her, she sobbed into his chest.

No words were exchanged as his dad went through the papers, and it remained so until Simon wheeled his mum’s luggage out the door behind her.

“Goodbye, James.” She didn’t spare him another look.

“Simon?” he called in a small voice. “I’m sorry I’m not the father you deserve.”

The lieutenant threw the door shut.

Simon spent the next few days with his mum, Tommy, his wife and son. Since his last visit, Tommy’s got a new job and seemed to be spoiling his son rotten with plenty of new toys, including the shiny red bike outside. Unfortunately, even after over a year, he and Beth still hadn’t had much luck trying for a second child.

Joseph was a brilliant kid with a toothy smile, just like Tommy was, and it always surprised Simon how big his nephew got between each visit. It was a shame he only got to meet his family twice or thrice each year.

“Joe, you’ve been sitting on your uncle’s shoulders all day,” Beth said with an amused smile. “Give him a break.”

“It’s the best seat ever!” His little arms wrapped tighter around Simon’s head, eyes glued onto the cartoon on the telly.

“You need to do your homework.”

“I’ll do it here.” He poked the top of Simon’s head.

He laughed. “I don’t mind.”

She shook her head. “Come on now. Dinner will be ready in an hour. You don’t want to be late.”

“Okay…” he huffed before dragging his feet to his room.

While he flicked through the channels,  Beth went back to the kitchen where his mum was. He wasn’t one to watch the telly apart from football, but his thumb hovered over the button when the Great British Bake Off came on.

He remembered the episode. He’d watched it with you, the only person he ever watched the show with. It was yours, like a secret only the both of you knew.

It’s the right thing.

Faintly, his mum chuckled at something her daughter-in-law said, and his mind couldn’t help but drift to all the times it was you and her in his flat instead. Sharing stories, laughing, while he smiled at the sight from afar.

It’s the right thing, Riley, I promise.

He turned the telly off and went for a walk instead.

At dinner, the table admired little Joe’s drawings he’d done at school – he always saved them for when his daddy came home. With his precious family beaming, it seemed like the life Simon should have had, the one he always imagined was supposed to be like. But even without the devil trailing behind like an ellipsis, this, somehow, didn’t feel right either.

Despite his smile, his chest was heavy with the rotting carcass of the heart he didn't know he still had until weeks ago.

It’s the right thing, it’s the right thing, it’s the right thing.

Later that night, Simon’s head tilted when he entered the guestroom his mum occupied.

“Have you not packed yet? We’re leaving tomorrow. I’ve still got training on Monday.”

On the bed, she lowered her book and frowned. “I’m not leaving. Manchester is my home, Si.”

“Home is where you’re safe, mum, and you’re not here.”

She sighed, the sympathetic kind, before putting her book away. “My well-being and happiness aren’t your responsibility.”

He scoffed. “‘course they are.”

“I can’t thank you enough for thinking about me, but what’s happened, happened. I’m trying to start over, and that includes not being a baggage to you.”

He blinked. “Mum, what are you on about?” he asked carefully as he sat next to her.

“You need to live your life. You push good things away, Si.”

What… “I don’t. You’re all I’ve got.”

“Always so stubborn.” She shook her head. “Don’t make the same mistake I did, Si. My first love… Your granddad didn’t want us together, and I ended up with your dad. I grew to love him, but it wasn’t what I wanted. I chose easy over real. Sometimes I wonder if I’d been less afraid, what life would be like now.

“I'm by no means regretful, because I got to have my two perfect sons, but you had to pay for my mistakes too, and for that I’m yet to forgive myself. I’m supposed to give you a good life, but I didn't. The least I can do now is not hold you back.

Her hands clasped over his. “So live for me, Si. Don't worry about me. Wherever you go, whatever you do, I will always be your mum. I can’t stop loving you even if I tried. I just need to see you happy, that’s all I need from you.”

His gaze dropped to the ground. “I’m not good enough for her,” he muttered.

“That’s not for you to decide.”

“Isn't it too late?”

“Never.”

“You make it sound so easy.”

“You make it sound harder than it is.” She cupped his cheek. “It won’t be painless, but if she’s the one, it will be worth it.”

Against his mum’s shoulder, he wished his tears would stop flowing, but with the way she rubbed his back, Simon was once more just a little blond boy with the scraped knee.

From the front porch in the chill night, it was shameless how he called you at that hour, when he didn’t even say goodbye when he left. It was shameless how even after you rejected his calls, he still called for the 5th time, or 10th – he’d lost count. But at last, the line connected.

“Luv,” he said breathlessly, palm pressing against his eyes that had barely dried.

“Please stop calling me.”

“No, wait. Please, listen. Don’t-”

“You’ve made up your mind. Begging only reduces me to nothing, so I didn’t try to change it. I owe you nothing, Simon.”

And the line clicked off.

Still sat on the steps, he blinked at the phone in his hand, deciding if he was going to worsen the situation if he called again. It was shameless that he did anyway, but it went straight to voicemail.

Simon might not have had plenty of dating experience, it was shameless really, but he knew he still had a chance if you were mad.

You’d listen when he showed up at your door, still hauling his backpack.

“Luv, please. Please, listen.”

He thought his heart was about to explode when your footsteps approached. The door opened halfway.

“Hi,” you said, not meeting his eyes.

His breath hitched, and he was near to tears. Despite his resolve, he couldn’t get the words out.

“I've thought about it. You're right. I thought I knew what I was getting into, but it was always so hard to see you leave, and I realised it’s only going to get harder.”

No, no, no...

“Thank you for being honest and saving us from further heartache. I know I didn’t have to block you, but I hope you understand my decision to not be in contact anymore.”

“Luv, no. I wanted- I want to try. I don’t care how hard it gets.“

“I care. I want stability, maybe even a family, and I see now we’re not heading in the same direction.” You looked up at him with glassy eyes and a pained smile. “I wish you all the wonderful things, Simon. Truly, I'm so thankful I got to know you.”

He barely made out the words tumbling out of your lips, wishing he was hallucinating.

“Goodnight, Simon,” you whispered as you closed the door.

Even then, you didn’t give him a foul look for his audacity to show his face after biting the hand that fed him. It was the last time you were going to see him, why did you still have to treat him with respect?

He wished you’d have said something mean, even sick. You should have called him names, tell him he was the most ungrateful man there was, that he was just like his dad, so he had something to hate, so the fire could flare up high once more and he’d be safe behind it like he always was.

But it was you. You could stab him in the chest, and he wasn’t sure it would have been enough to hate you. To overwrite how wonderful you’d been to the wounded stray.

His gaze cast down, unmoving at your door. He did this to himself. It was his fault for dropping his cold stare, for smiling, for looking when you weren’t, cracking his jokes, touching your hand and kissing you, for lying down and baring his belly. It wasn’t your fault you didn’t want him anymore after what he’d done.

If he closed his eyes, he could still see the vivid curve of your lips, your soft laugh, the caress of your fingers. The ache for you morphed into an itch that made him want to claw at his skin, to replace the sweetness with bright, searing pain.

Would you please do the humane thing and shoot him so he didn’t have to drown in the storm that brewed in him?

It was for the best, he told himself. It was what he wanted after all, to keep his problems away from you, to keep you happy, even when he wasn’t in the picture. Leaving you was his repayment for being a thankless beast.

“Just because I go, doesn’t mean my heart follows,” he whispered.

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Long Way Down Final-Part Five

Okay here it is. The Fifth and Final Part of a Long Way Down.

Warning- Language, discussions of suicide and depression.

Those triggers are not a major part of the story as far as the details but I do want you to know ahead of time if those subjects would cause you distress.

And you guys are getting all, the feels, the angst, and dad!rry as well as a few unexpected things

Aside from that I hope it meets your expectations.

Word Count 6.5K

While trying to process the words, Harry chokes back tears and feels his heart race. When the news finally registers that Y/N is safe and the search is over he leaps off the sofa and races down the hall. Relief pumps through every part of him as he runs toward the guest room. He's been so afraid of never seeing Y/N again. But now, she's coming home and his heart overflows with happiness. He knows that nothing could ever replace the love he feels for his Y/N - his prayers have been answered

Harry's shouts startle Liam as he crashes through the door. "They found her. They fuckin' found her." he yells as tears stream down his face.

Liam shakes his head and rubs his eyes as he sits on the edge of the bed. “Wha's that?” Liam asks in confusion, trying to make sense of the news. Suddenly, he realizes that they have found Y/N. He is both surprised and relieved. "They found her? Is she okay? Where is she?" He is happy to abandon his much needed nap when he hears the happy report.

“She’s in some small village in Scotland. They said she’s fine. I think she’s fine. I dunno, but we gotta go. Y/N's mum can stay here with the kids. We gotta go. Up. What ya’ just sitti’ there for? We need to hurry and get her."

"Let's go get out girl." Liam stands and slips on the jeans draped over the end of the bed. He walks over to the corner and picks up a sweatshirt from the floor and puts it on. “Well, what are you standing there for? Let's go. I'm ready."

Just as Harry steps into the hall, the door to the next room opens. "What's the matter, love? What's wrong?" Y/N's mother asks.

“They’ve found ‘er," he says.

“Oh please tell me she’s ok.”

He pauses, taking a deep breath before finally giving her the news. "She's alive," he says with relief. Harry nods and smiles. "She is. Well, that's what the detective told me."

“Thank God,” she says. She releases a long, deep sigh of relief, feeling the weight lifted off her shoulders.

“You’ll need to stay here with the kids. Liam and I are heading to get her.”

“Where is she?” she asks.

“Lil village in Scotland.”

“Scotland? What on earth for?” she asks.

Harry shrugs and dashes toward the stairs. "I've told ya all I know. We'll call you when we get there. Can you please talk to the kids when they get up from their naps? It'll just delay us if I wake them up now."

She nods, wiping away tears. "Yes, of course. Please hurry. Tell her I love her."

"'m callin' Jeff to get a plane ready," Harry calls out as he runs down the hall, and up the stairs. Once on the second floor he darts into the couple's bedroom. He grabs his phone and hits Jeff's contact. He demands they get a plane ready ASAP, so they can fly to Y/N.

As he speaks to Jeff he shoves on his sneakers, clips back his bangs, and brushes his teeth- all in a matter of a few minutes. As he scans the room, he wonders what Y/N might need. It appears from his discussion with the detective that she had all of her belongings with her. He says to himself, "You got me 100% from now on, baby." After emptying his Pleasing tote of its usual 40 tons of stuff he grabs some clothes, his keys, wallet and other essentials tossing it all in the bag as he heads down to the living room.

When he arrives downstairs, Liam is waiting for him. "I've called for a car. They should be here soon. Good thing everyone was on standby, otherwise this could've been a logistical nightmare," Liam says, emphasizing the urgency of the situation.

"No it wouldn't. Would've driven us m'self if I'd had to. Oh, Liam, man I've never felt better in m' life. Y/N's comin' home. 'm gonna love her like no man has ever loved a woman. She's gonna get sick of me I swear it." His anticipation causes him to jump up and down with excitement. His smile is wider than Liam has ever seen it.

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Harry is so frantic to get to Y/N that he nearly shatters the glass of the sliding doors as he runs into the hospital. He is desperate to find his wife and unable to wait for the elevator to arrive he rushes up the stairs. As sweat dampens his forehead and an intense sense of urgency propels him forward.When he reaches the second floor he pulls the door open with force.

"I'm sorry sir this floor is closed. You'll have to take the elevator to the next floor," a police officer says to him.

"No, it's ok. She's m' wife the woman you all are protecting. Y/N Styles, she's m' wife." He repeats with growing resolution, "Y/N Styles is my wife and Detective Reeves knows I'm here."

Before Harry can proceed, Detective Reeves approaches him. "It's alright, he's the husband."

Harry stands tall and speaks firmly, "Yes, I've come to take her home."

The two officers nod. "Sorry, sir."

"It's alright, thanks for looking after her," Harry says.

"You can come this way, Mr. Styles." Reeves walks down a desolate hallway."Let's step into the waiting area," he says.

"Where is she? Wanna see Y/N. You said she's ok, right?" Harry adds with a hint of irritation in his voice.

In response, the detective motions towards a couch. "Please have a seat, Mr. Styles. I need to speak with you about your wife." Harry sits down, his patience wearing thin. He knows something is wrong and he needs answers.

"Where is she? Wanna see m' wife. What's happen'?" His voice quivers with worry. "Tell me, Detective. What's going on with my wife?" Is she okay?"

As he nods his head Reeves replies, "She is indeed, but I still need to speak with you before you see her."

Harry stands and paces the tiny room. "Tell me, ya worryin' me."

"I know you're anxious," Reeves continues, "but I need you to stay here for a few minutes so we can talk."

He throws his hands in the air and asks, "Why can't I see her?"

"I understand how you feel. I know you're eager," Reeves says calmly, "but I need you to trust me and stay here while we talk things through."

"Spit it out then."

"Sir, it appears your wife wasn't truly missing in the traditional sense. Do you remember when we first spoke, and I told you adults can leave without a trace, and it's perfectly acceptable?"

"Yeah. What do ya mean?" he asks. "What are ya sayin'?"

"I'm referring to a concept called voluntary disappearance. It's when an adult chooses to leave their current life behind and start a completely different one elsewhere. It's not a crime and it's not illegal. It's a personal decision to break ties and start anew."

'I don't understand what you are sayin' when you say start a new life. I am growing more and more impatient with you," Harry says.

"Once the doctors give you the okay, I'll let you talk to your wife about it in depth, but it seems that she really did leave you. It seems she wasn't happy and didn't want to be there anymore. It was determined after lengthy discussions with myself, my partner and the medical staff that she had personal reasons for leaving. As for the details, you'll need to speak with your wife."

 "Details? Details like what? You know what? Fuck you Reeves." He points his finger at the man, then places his hands in the pockets of his sweats as he clinches his jaw. "Lemme see m' wife. 'm not playin' this game with ya', dancin' round the subject, tryin' to be cryptic. Where is she?"

"I am simply trying to let you know what our investigation has uncovered. You are welcome to see your wife, but it might be beneficial for you to understand the full scope of the situation before you enter the room."

"Go on then, tell me how ya know m' wife so much better than me," Harry says.

"You see your wife seems to be very unhappy. She suffers quite a lot. The woman in that room is much different from the wife I suspect you've known all these years."

Harry steps toward the door. "Where are the doctors? You aren't telling me shit. And how did she even end up here?"

"Said she took a bus, then rideshare to the old lady's house." The detective shrugs. She can explain where she left the car and all that when you talk to her." Reeves walks to the door and opens it. "I'll get the doctor. Please just wait here."

"Sure, whatever." Harry waves his hand.

The detective steps out, but returns within a minute or two, followed by a small woman in a white jacket.

She enters the room and extends her hand and nods. "Thank you for speaking with me, sir." Harry shakes her hand. "I'm Dr. Thomas. I've been here with your wife since she came in last night. I think there are some things you need to know before you go in, but there are also things you need to hear directly from your wife." She wants to make sure Harry is prepared to support her.

"Are you gonna dance as well? Jesus need to take you two on tour with me for all the dancing around you do."

"Sir, let's have a seat." The doctor motions toward the same sofa.

"'m tired of bein' asked to have a seat." But Harry does as the doctor asks, and sits.

She sits next to him, straightening her coat. "Mr. Styles, your wife overdosed. She said that the depression and anguish, as she described it, had become too much for her to continue. I'm so sorry," the doctor said softly, "but now we must focus on helping her through this difficult time. These maladies affect everyone differently, so what depression might look like for you or for me, looks different for her. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah. Yeah, course I understand everyone's experience is different. But depression? Anguish? Where is all of this comin' from? She never let on. How could I have known she was sufferin'?" Harry stands.

"Your wife is suffering from a major depressive episode. It's not unusual for women in her situation to experience this."

"Her situation?"

"Yes, but that's something you'll need to discuss with your wife."

"This is ridiculous. Say what you've got to say or le' me to speak to 'er." Harry walks to the door and opens it.

The doctor follows him. "Mr. Styles, she's very fragile," the doctor says apologetically, "and I must stress that it is essential that you handle her with care."

"When can I take her home?" he asks.

"My advice would be to transfer her to a psychiatric hospital. I know that you have the choice of any facility you wish, so that should be left up to you. I think the transfer would be appropriate sometime tomorrow if she remains stable through tonight."

"Okay." He steps into the hall. "Thank you, doctor. I appreciate what you've done for my wife. I'll see to it we get her in the right place. I'll have her therapist and doctor coordinate with you once we determine where we are taking her. Can I see her now?"

"Yes." The doctor and detective step into the hall, and walk a few doors down, and Harry follows. "I'll be here the rest of the evening if you have any questions. Just have one of the nurses contact me." She and Harry shake hands before she walks away.

"Mr. Styles, our work here is complete, so we are going to make our way back to London. You know how to reach me. While the circumstances aren't ideal I'm happy we found her, and that she's safe. Don't be too harsh on yourself. These things happen."

Harry has the impulse to hug the man but stops and settles for a handshake. "Thank you. Thank you so very much for all you've done."

"Not at all sir. All in a day's work isn't it?"

"I suppose. Thank you." Harry nods.

"Good luck, Mr. Styles." He walks away.

"Harry, just call me Harry."

"Alright Harry. Goodnight."

Harry is excited, but apprehensive about seeing his wife. He looks down the hall and sees Liam talking with officers guarding the stairwell.

He taps on the door. There is no response, but he pushes the heavy door open.

Y/N lays in the bed staring out of the window.

"Hi, Angel. It's Harry, love." His voice is soft and steady as he slowly walks toward the bed.

As he sits in a chair next to her, he sees in her profile that she is awake. As he takes her hand, he whispers, "Love, it's me.". "Missed you. Had me going crazy wonderin' if I would ever see you again.". He brushes her hair away from her face. "I love you."

She remains silent, moves around, but still won't look at him.

"Y/N I don't know what's wrong baby. I know things are rough at home, but we'll fix them. No, I'll fix them. We don't want you to leave us ever again. I'll do anything you want." He starts to cry. "I'm here for you," he promises, his voice breaking. "We'll get through this together, whatever it takes."

Y/N doesn't respond.

"Tell me what you want, I'll do it. We've built so much together, a beautiful family. I thought we were happy, baby. I'm so sorry."

When she turns to him she avoids eye contact."I don't love you."

"How can you say that?" he asks, his voice trembling with emotion .

"You can go now. I told them not to call you." Her voice is cold and dry.

He stares in disbelief, his world crumbling around him. He shakes his head. She has just spoken words he would've never predicted. He can't believe that she is so callous and that she has given up on them without even trying to work things out. With his free hand he pours a cup of water from a small pink pitcher and offers it to her. "Here, have some water. Your throat is dry."

She doesn't accept the water. Even before he came home from his tour, she realized that the connection they once had was missing. She couldn't pinpoint when she fell out of love, but it had been a while. It was time for them to separate so that she could move on and find true happiness. He deserved happiness too, and she wanted him to find it. He was a very decent man, but he just wasn't the man for her. Not anymore."

He shakes his head. "No, baby, no, that's your depression talking. We're gonna get you some help,yeah?" He rubs her hair.

"Stop it." She swats his hand away.

He removes his hand from her. "Sorry, love. It might take you some time to feel better, but I'm home and I'll look after the kids. You can have all the time you need. We'll find the finest place in the world, anywhere, and you go and take care of yourself." He tries to hand her the cup of water again.

She shakes her head. "No, I'm not thirsty."

"Baby, your voice is dry. You need to drink something."

She pushes the water away. She tries to be polite as possible, and she removes her hand from his while saying, "Please Harry, please don't make me be rude. I'm trying to be decent here. Just leave."

He stands, placing the cup on the tray. "Decent? Is that what this is? Desert your babies? Disappear without a trace knowing we were lookin' for ya? I'm here Y/N. I'm waiting for you to let me help ya', but just like the day ya left I'm lost. I don't know what to do." He sniffles as he tries to stop crying , and focus on her, and what she is saying.

She returns her gaze to the window. "Leave. That's what you can do. I'll get the help I need, but I still don't want to be married to you. As for the kids we'll figure it out, but honestly I just need to be by myself. I don't want to wait for anyone to come home, or change a diaper. I can't take the pressure anymore."

"But ya don't have to baby. I'm home now, got all the help you could want."

"Is that what you've been doing since you've been home? Helping?"

"I know I haven't been perfect, but I swear I'll try. Please at least give me the chance."

"Leave, Harry."

"No."

"Harry there's someone else." She looks down at her lap. "Is that better? Someone who doesn't make me feel like a maid or just a fuck toy."

Harry punches the wall. "No!" He grabs his hand, shaking away the pain. "You brought another man into our home, our bed?"

"No. I didn't have sex with him. But Harry, he makes me feel heard and seen. That's something we haven't had for a long time. I want a divorce. Is he the man I'll be with?" She shrugs. "I don't know, but he made me realize there is someone out there who can appreciate me as a complete woman and not just the parts that serve him."

"No, Y/N. You're not getting off that easy. You don't get to just walk away from nearly a decade at the flick of a wrist. You don't just get to leave and not give it a chance, not talk to me about how you're feelin." He wipes his face, then rubs his hurt hand.

"I'm trapped then, aren't I? Have to just keep my mouth shut and act happy. I can't Harry. I've tried and I just can't do it anymore."

"What are you talking about Y/N?" Harry walks back over and tries to hold her hand again.

"I'm a mum and a wife, your wife of all people and I'm not happy." With a shake of her head, she frees her hand from him.

"We'll work on it. I promise." He looks into her eyes, his voice firm but compassionate as he adds, "I need you to believe that I'm worth the effort."

"No matter how much we work on it, I simply don't get to be me. I'm still only a wife, your wife no less and a mother. That's all I am. It's a bitter reminder that, while I'm capable of so much more, I'm still often defined by my roles within our relationship." She closes her eyes holding back tears as she bites her lip.

"No. No, love, you're everything, that's what you are. You are a beautiful and powerful force in this world. You bring light and hope wherever you go, and nothing can stop that."

She rolls her eyes and sighs, fidgeting in bed until she finally sits up. "Harry please leave. You know I'm fine now. I'll get some help finding a place to transfer to, but please let me be. It's okay to stop loving someone. You don't get to be mad at me because of the way I feel."

He shakes his head and walks back and forth. "You know Y/N you are really a piece of work. I felt sorry for ya when they told me 'bout the shape you were in. I really did, but I see now you're just selfish." He looks at the door to check that no one is coming in. "You're bein' a coward," gritting his teeth he points at her, "not taking responsibility for your actions. You're bein' selfish."

"Oh," she says in a voice louder than she intended. She lowers her volume. "You have to be kidding, Harry. That must be a joke. Me?" She presses her hands to her chest. "I'm selfish?"

"Yeah, Y/N tha's what I said. Selfish."

"That's not true!" she declares, her voice indignant. "I'm not selfish!"

"Then what is Y/N? What are you? Those kids need their mum!" Harry shouts this time.

Y/N drops her voice. "No more than they've needed a father."

A twisted expression appears on Harry's face. "Is that what this is about? Tryin' to teach me a lesson at the expense of the kids?"

"Quit being so fucking narcissistic Harry, everything in the world isn't about you! Don't you get enough attention already? This isn't about teaching you anything."

He steps toward the bed. "Oh really? Well, Lola, you remember her, the littlest one? Big beautiful eyes, chubby cheeks, you remember her don't ya? Been sick since you left. Archer, the oldest one, gorgeous boy, ya remember him? Well he busted his foot. No to mention ya leave the whole of the world lookin' for ya." Harry chuckles as he tugs at his lip. "You can't take it anymore. Bullshit. That's what it is. How about your mum and sisters? All of our friends? You've had lots of people outta their minds Y/N"

"You think I don't know the trouble I've caused?" She asks her voice rising with each word. "You think I don't care about the kids? Well, I do! That's why I left."

"Leavin' 'ems not helpin' 'em is it? Wonderin' where their mum has gone, leavin' me to make up lies, promisin' you'll be back." Harry kicks the bed.

The door opens, a young male nurse interrupts. "Alright in here?"

"Yes," Y/N replies.

"Are you sure?" the nurse asks.

"I'm sure." She nods.

"If your visitor is upsetting you I'm sure we can have the officers remove him." The nurse looks Harry up and down.

"No, I'm fine. Thank you," Y/N says.

"I'll be right outside if you need me." He closes the door.

"It's not about you or the kids, or anyone else. Don't you see that? It's about me. It's about what I want." She stands.

"Marriage doesn't work that way, and building a life together doesn't work that way." Harry reduces the space between them, stepping toward her.

She looks at the floor, then at Harry. "Marriage is about two people and if one person is only focused on themselves, then the marriage is not going to work. This marriage is about you, and I'm not angry anymore. You can't help who you are and I can't help how I feel."

Harry grips her shoulders, leaning down to look her in the eye. "I'm sorry," he whispers. "I don't know how to make it work, but I promise I'll try."

"Harry, you can't fix it. I've fallen out of love with you." Tears fill her eyes. "Do you think it makes me happy to make you upset? Of course not. I love you, but I'm not in love with you." She speaks the words that are the kiss of death to anyone on the receiving end. "That's why I took the pills."

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "What do you mean?"

"Death would be easier than leaving. I'd rather be dead than hurt you or the kids. I wish that old lady had let me be." She sighs heavily, looking away.

Harry kneels, grabs her legs and hides his face in her thighs as he pleads with her. "Don't say that. Never, ever, ever say that again." He sobs at the mere mention of her harming himself. "I know you're in pain," he whispers while rubbing the back of her legs. "But I need you to understand that no matter what, I'm here for you. We can get through this together."

She touches his shoulder. "Don't feel obligated to say what you think I want to hear."

"'m not, swear it love. I'd give up everything just to see you smile again. If that means splitting up, then I'll accept it. Walking away from my career, I'll do it. You hold all the cards love."

"Let's be serious Harry you're never leaving your career."

"But I'm willing to make this sacrifice for us," Harry said, determined to make his point clear. "I would. If that's what you want I won't fight you. I'll post on Instagram or Twitter or whatever, and announce m' retirement." He looks up at her. His eyes are full of dedication, sadness, and desperation.

She shakes her head and looks at the ceiling. "No. I don't know why I can't just let it all go," she whispers. "But it's like my heart won't let me. I don't even know how to love you anymore."

"Go, Harry."

"But would you at least discuss it with a therapist before we make a final decision? Please."

"Harry, please go home. Please tell the children I love them, and I will see them soon." Out of habit she rubs his thick, dark curls, holding him to her for just a moment. Tears roll down her face. "Please go."

He releases himself from her and stands. He takes her face in his hands, scanning her eyes for a glimpse of the old Y/N but she's not there. After placing a kiss on her forehead, he says in a soft, gentle voice. "I love you Y/N. I always will. Nothing you can do will change that. I will never give up on us, never." He's determined to be there for her.

With a trembling lip, she steps back and gives him a final nod of her head, her heart aching as she watches her husband walk away.

At the door he turns to her. "Meant what I said. Anything in the world to make ya stay, to work this out."

She nods. "Sure," she says.

"Speak with your doctors, and once you decide on a place I'll make sure it's paid for, but please let's at least talk about it again when you're feelin' better."

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It's been two months since Harry rushed to Scotland to see his wife. It has been two months since she left, saying she no longer loved him. For the last month they have worked with their therapist to try and fix what's broken. Y/N lives in an apartment they own on the other side of the city. The kids remain with Harry. For the first few weeks Anne stayed with Harry to help, but since then he's been on his own with the children. They don't fully understand why their Mummy doesn't live with them. When she sees them it is difficult when Harry takes them back home for both Y/N and the children. There are always sobs in the car as Harry drives them home, buying their contentment with ice cream and toys and amusement parks. However, he know that isn't a sustainable way for them to cope.

With the help of a child psychologist they are adjusting a bit. But the transition is difficult for everyone and their wounds remain deep .Each day is a little bit easier. He works his schedule around theirs, and makes certain he is available to them at any time. He leaves Lola with a trusted friend or Gemma when he can't take her with him. That's usually only for therapy appointments with Y/N. During the day the two older children are in school so his only immediate concern is Lola. He has put all his plans on hold. He's even asked Jeff not to call for the time being. Jeff is one of his best friends, but Harry also knows it's all business in the end. He can't let anything distract him. The three shows in Manchester are around the corner. He's decided to stay with his mum so she can help with the kids while he rehearses and puts the final touches on the show.

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Manchester Night Three

Harry is near the end of his final night in Manchester when he walks to the mic stand.

"Thank you everyone for welcoming me home. As most of you know I grew up not too far from here, and it's always a pleasure coming home. It's been an honor returning to Manchester and getting the chance to perform for all of you these three nights."

The crowd erupts into cheers and barking. Harry gives them a moment before he continues. In spite of the noise of the crowd, he speaks, "Thank you so much for everything, but the evening isn't quite over yet! I have something very special and unexpected for all of you."

Harry and the band have had a tremendous impact on people, as evidenced by the crowd's enthusiasm and appreciation. The cheering and applause are not only a sign of gratitude and admiration, but they also serve as a reminder of the show's success. A clear indication of the joy it has brought to countless people.

"Thank you." Harry chokes back tears, pausing for a moment as he looks at the ground. He clears his throat and continues. "Throughout our show's run, we have had the opportunity to share our message of joy and positivity with people from all walks of life. We are overwhelmed by the amount of support we have received and we are truly thankful for the encouragement and love we have been shown." He stops and looks around, taking it all in, the enormous stadium filled with people who love him, but there is one person missing, the only person that matters. "There should be glow stick necklaces in your seats. I see many of you have them already. Please make sure that you all wear them for the last few songs. Come on then, I want this room to look like a sea of stars. I usually end the show with Kiwi, but tonight we have changed up the setlist. I hope you'll like what I've got in store for you." A cheer breaks out. Harry walks to the other side of the stage.

"But before I do that, I want to share a few things with you." He looks back at the band, giving a half-smile. "I rarely talk about my personal life or business endeavors, but tonight I would like to share a bit of that with you. My contract will end after tonight's last song."

A few in the crowd murmur, mumble, cheer or shout, but most of the fans are quiet as they await his next words. Some are predicting a surprise release of his next album tonight.

"But this time I didn't renew that contract. No one, not even my wife knows that. Instead, I'm taking a break to spend some quality time with my family and reflect on the past as well as consider my next steps, whatever they may be." The stadium falls silent as he continues. However, some decide to boo Harry during such a vulnerable moment.

"I know, and believe me I'm sorry to say that, but it's important you hear it from me, and not the press or social media gossip. As most of you know I have a beautiful family, and I love them more than words, even mine can describe. They are true treasures. A pair of beautiful, sweet, and amazing daughters, as well as a handsome and gifted son. But there's one person who doesn't get the credit they deserve and that's my wife. She truly is a Sweet Creature. Everything that is good and happy in my life stems from that woman. She has been with me for almost 10 years, and that alone makes her a saint." Harry holds back tears as his voice cracks. "While I have been traveling the world doing what I love, she has been at home with our family. However, somewhere along the way I forgot how difficult it must be for her. She always shared me with you without reserve or hesitation. She inspired some of you favorite songs. I also realized just how much I'd missed with my kids. And for those reasons I am embarking on a long hiatus."

The jumbotron catches women and girls sobbing, some holding their hands to their hearts praising him for being such a wonderful husband. His gesture of love and dedication resonates with many, as evidenced by the reactions of the crowd.

"And I hope during that time you don't forget me, and that you love the music I come back with, but I want to take some time to be with my family and hopefully grow as a person as well as an artist. Now, my kids are backstage, and if you're good I might invite them out at the end of the show. " Everyone screams and yells.

"The songs I'm about to play have meant a lot to me recently. After looking through the catalogue of songs I've written or just sang over the years, some really stuck out as very significant right now. So, if you'll be patient for one more moment I'd like to ask some special people to join me on the stage."

As a customized riser comes from beneath the stage, four silhouettes can be seen. The roar and stomping that comes from the crowd can probably be heard in Liverpool.

"I think some of you might recognize these guys, but just in case I'll let them introduce themselves." The crowd begins to quiet down. The stage lights shine down on the four men as they turn toward the crowd.

"I'm Niall." The crowd cheers.

"I'm Zayn." The crowd only grows louder.

"Hey everyone, it's Liam" And the cheers continue to grow.

And finally. "I'm Louis."

The stadium is so loud that the guys can't talk to one another so they just smile and wave at the crowd. The atmosphere is electric, like a thunderstorm that has been brewing for days and is finally ready to unleash its power.

Harry laughs into the mic. "Weren't expecting that were you?" His quip elicits a roar of laughter from the audience, further encouraging their enthusiasm. Everyone seems on the verge of hysteria.

So I'd like to start off with a song that has really hit home for me lately. This one is called "Long Way Down."

Niall begins,

We made a fire Went down in the flames We sailed an ocean And drowned in a wave Built a cathedral But we never prayed We had it all, yeah And we walked away

Harry belts out his iconic, soulful lyrics

Point of no return And now it's just too late to turn around I try to forgive you, But I struggle 'cause I don't know how We built it up so high and now I'm fallin' It's a long way down It's a long way down from here

The voices of the stadium singing along all but drowned out the boys completely. The song continues with all of the boys singing their parts with absolute perfection.

"Now, this next one's even further back in the catalogue, and it's called Infinity," Louis says. Music emanating from the stage even further excites the fans, as the boys grin with joy at being together and sharing a stage with each other. Once again they are in complete harmony as though it had been days and not years since they sang together.

"And I think the fellas got one more left in 'em. Do ya guys?" Harry asks with his signature smile.

They agree.

"This one has been on my mind as I made these recent decisions about my career. Y/N I hope you're listening. "If I could fly". Harry begins.

If I could fly I'd be coming right back home to you I think I might Give up everything, just ask me to

The song is as beautiful as it was the first time the crowd heard it so many years ago. After the final note. Each of the boys nod, and say thank you. The five gather at the center of the stage and engage in a long, tearful embrace. The entire crowd is crying and cheering. Eventually the boys wave and say goodbye one last time before exiting.

"Thank you so much, guys, and to you our fans thank you for loving and supporting us as individual artists since we played as One Direction. I think I speak for all of us, when I say we are immensely grateful for each and everyone of you." The fans cheer and shout.

"Okay. So I promised if you were good I'd let you see my adorable bubs. I think my mum has them backstage. Sarah, would you mind going back and helping bring the babies in?"

Sarah nods, steps away from her drum kit and walks backstage. Harry entertains the crowd by reading signs. Soon everyone is indicating to Harry that there is activity behind him. When he turns around Sarah has Poppy by her hand, and Archer walks ahead of them. "Where's my Lola?" he asks Sarah.

"She's coming."

"What? She can't even walk without help." Harry laughs.

He turns back to the crowd, "Okay baby Styles is somewhere."

He leans down to Poppy. "Can you tell my friends your name?"

"Poppy." She grabs the hem of her lace dress and tucks her face into Harry's chest. The crowd ooh and awws.

Archer pats his dad's leg. "My turn."

"I think he's gonna be the performer in the bunch."

Harry squats as he asks, "And what's your name?"

"Archer, and I busted my foot, but it's better."

The audience laughs hysterically. Suddenly, they scream almost as loudly as they did for the One Direction guys. Harry turns around to see Y/N carrying Lola.

He mouths "What are you doing here?"

She smiles and shrugs. He extends his arms to take Lola. "And this little bit is Lola." He kisses the baby, then gives Y/N a peck on the cheek, not wanting to step across the boundaries they've set for the time being. He puts his arm around Y/N's waist. "And this is Y/N. She's everything I could ever ask for in a wife. She's the only reason I'm still doing this for you, but now it's her turn." He points to the kids. "And their turn. Like I said I hope you don't forget me and are still here when I come back. I don't know how long that will be, but no matter how long it is I'll never forget any of you, or any of this. I love you all. Thank you so much. And with that I'd like to ask the band to join me for a wave and bow."

The band walks forward and in a line they put their arms around one another, some smiling, some crying as they take the final bow.

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Backstage.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asks Y/N.

"Your mum told me there was something I really needed to be here for."

"Does this mean?"

She shakes her head. "Not yet Harry, and I don't know if or when it will be, but tonight was a start."

She hugs him and kisses him on the cheek.

"That's all I need, some hope, at least a start."

"Okay." She nods and takes his hand. "A start."

#harry styles x y/n #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles fan fic #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #dad!rry

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Hi! Could you do Sub!Corey being riden by his BF because Corey had a bad day and just wants to make him feel bette?

ABSO FUCKING LUTELY,,,,IVE BEEN WAITING FOR A COREY REQUEST AAAAAAA

Sub!Corey Cunningham X Male Reader

Warnings: slight degradation

You were sitting on your bed, watching a horror movie because, why not, but then your phone buzzed and a notification popped up, it was from your boyfriend Corey, recently hes been upset because of everything that's been going on with him after the,,,,accident.

You clicked the notification and read it, he was asking you if he could come over, his mum wasn't the biggest fan of you to be honest, so he usually went to your house, you quickly replied telling him that he can come over, about 20 minutes there was a knock at your front door, you rushed to the door, almost falling in the process, you opened the door and almost immediately Corey's arms were wrapped firmly around you, he let out a whimper and pressed his hips firmly against you, you were a bit surprised but you picked him up, he wrapped his legs around your waist and you carried him to your room and you carefully placed him on your bed.

He looked at you, his eyes practically begging you to touch him, you smiled softly and pressed your lips against his, both your hands on his waist, he moaned quietly as he rocked his hips into the air, needing some form of friction, you chuckled and slid a hand into his pants, he let out a whine when you grabbed his cock, he then grabbed your wrist and looked at you "baby....?" He asked quietly, you looked into his eyes and smiled "yeah sweetheart?" You replied, he then nervously played with his ring before stuttering out "can.... can you um..ride me?" You were surprised by his request but you nodded, slowly sliding off your pants and underwear, he stared, mouth open slightly.

You then took his dick out, he nervously placed his hands on your hips and guided you on top of him, you moved his hands off of you and pinned them onto the bed before sliding his aching cock into you, his back almost instantly arched, you moaned softly, staring down at him before bouncing up and down on his dick, moans slipping out of both of your mouths, you could feel his dick twitching like crazy inside you.

You smirked and pulled his hair slightly, forcing him to look at you, he moaned loudly when you pulled his hair, you then said "are you gonna come soon? Hm slut? You gonna fill me up?" He nodded as he thrust up into you while you were still bouncing up on him, he let out a loud moan as his hips stuttered before cumming into you, you both stopped your movements, he looked at you, confused, you then started jerking yourself off before cumming all over his stomach and chest.

He smiled and you both laid down next each other, intertwined into each others arms, he then gave you a small kiss on the forehead before falling asleep, you carefully slid out of his arms and got a wet cloth to clean both of you up, you then climbed back into bed and admired his face before falling asleep, nuzzling your face into his chest.

FINALLY,,,I DID ANOTHER REQUEST, I hope you liked it!!

#male reader #slasher fandom #slasher fucker #corey cunningham #corey cunningham x male reader

[duskyashe]

NaNoWriMo Day #12

[masterlist]

Prompt found here

(for my regular readers, this is the Harry Potter ficlet I meant to write yesterday)

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The first order of operations, after their great escape from Hogwarts, was Gringotts bank to set up the last of their business affairs. After that, they went directly to the ministry. Fred and George shared a glance while in the elevator. They had some... Business with the family services division.

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A week and a half after the Weasley twins left Hogwarts with a bang, Harry got a letter from them. Well, actually, Harry got two letters, a letter from Remus, which was a clever disguise for the letter from the twins, involving the same passphrase as the Marauders Map, and a letter from the ministry, which was explained by the letter from the twins from Remus.

Dearest Ikle Harrykins,

You should, at this time, have received a letter from the family services division at the ministry. We would have talked to you about this before going through with it, but we thought it best to act as soon as we legally could, instead. We want you to know that we have the utmost respect for your parents, and in no way are we trying to replace them—we'd be very poor replacements, in all honesty, your father was a legend, and your mum was bloody brilliant with a wand—we just want you to have a better home life than the one you do now, and we're tired of waiting for the adults in our lives to step up and step in. We have tried so many times to get mum or dad to lodge an inquiry or sue for custody, but they never took us seriously, and for that, we're truly sorry. They lost out on the chance to gain a truly spectacular—stupendous—extraordinary—yeah, alright, you get it, wonderful son like you. Instead, they'll get the shock of a lifetime, with their twin seventeen year old sons giving them their first grandbaby. Congrats, mum, it's a boy!

Harry, we want what's best for you, but we want you to trust us most of all. We know you struggle with authority figures, and we know there's a very good reason for that. You don't have to call us anything specific, simply using our names will do, but we're open to anything you'd be comfortable calling us. If you'd prefer more of a brotherly relationship over anything paternal, well, we certainly have more than enough practice with that! Either way, we will have to set and enforce certain rules, no matter what, though the what and how would be better discussed in person than over post.

We also want you to be prepared for a potential eruption of Mount Molly when we come to pick you up from the station, we haven't exactly told mum that we adopted you. We've only told Remus, Snuffles, and Bill, who helped ward our shop as part of our deal with the FSD for being allowed to adopt, "Someone of such standing while so young," hope you don't mind.

Anyway, if you want to tell your muggle relatives that you've found alternative housing for the rest of your schooling, you may want to do so soon, or you can simply write Remus back that you'd like your mischief managed and one of us will take care of it instead. Whichever you'd prefer, though honestly, I think Bill is planning on checking out those supposed blood wards on the place no matter what you say, just so you know.

We hope we haven't stepped too far out of bounds. We hope that we haven't broken your trust in us, or think we don't trust you for not talking to you about this before we left. Honestly, we thought of this idea right before we walked into Gringotts, so there wasn't time to talk to you beforehand. While it was somewhat spur of the moment, we do not and cannot regret adopting you, only the lack of discussion between us about it.

Hoping to talk again soon,

Gred and Forge

Before Harry knew it, he was in tears. He was beyond glad he'd taken the letters to bed with him and read them in privacy, or he'd have to explain to Ron and Hermione, or, Merlin forbid, the whole House, that he was fine, better than fine, even. His friends, his brothers, had seen him struggling to stay afloat, and instead of patting him on the head and telling him it was okay, they bloody well made him a life preserver and tied the other end to themselves. He legally never had to go back to the Dursley's ever again, the letter from the ministry confirmed it. Fred and George were his legal guardians, no one could force Harry to go anywhere without their say-so.

Hastily, and somewhat quietly due to the sleeping state of most of his roommates, Harry rushed to find a relatively intact piece of parchment to write his reply. He never wanted anything to do with his relatives again. A sob ripped out of his chest as it fully sunk in. He was free.

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Hey all! Still sick (⁠٥⁠↼⁠_⁠↼⁠) But we got snow this morning, so that was a good surprise! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧ I had a really busy day today, so today's ficlet is pretty short, but I wanted to make sure I actually kept my word (even though I didn't write this the day I initially meant to (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ)

I'm not sure if I'll write any more non-Danny Phantom × DC/Danny Phantom × Batman ficlets (ie anything not of those crossovers) the rest of this month, I might throw in another Miraculous Ladybug × Batman ficlet or two for the practice, but I haven't really read anything not in one of those three fandoms (Miraculous Ladybug, Danny Phantom, and DC/Batman (a lot of Batman fics involve the wider DC universe, but not all of them...)) in a few months and that's making writing anything not in those fandoms more difficult than is helpful when I only have a single day to work on a given prompt 乁⁠(⁠ ⁠•⁠_⁠•⁠ ⁠)⁠ㄏ after November, when I'm no longer limited to just one prompt per day, we'll see!

Anyways, have a good morning/day/night!

#harry potter prompt #harry potter #fred weasley #george weasley #fanfic #fanfiction #nanowrimo 2022 #NaNoWriMo Day 12 #i wish this was real #Harry deserved better #fred and goerge weasley #adopt Harry Potter #and don't tell him in person #to be fair #they also didn't tell their mother #Fred and George became teenaged (17 years old) dads of another teenager (that's Harry at 15)

[beatlepaul4ever]

Who Do You Think You Are - BBC

Emily Atack - Paul & Mike’s first cousin twice removed - with her mum Kate Robbins.

Kate’s mum and dad, Bett & Mike, met and worked together at Butlins in Wales, (and went on to run the Fox & Hounds pub where The Nerk Twins played.)

Here’s a letter from Paul asking Mike to help him and his friends (Len and John) get a summer job at Butlins.

There is Joseph & Florence at the back. Also shown are Bett’s parents (on far right) Annie & Bert Danher. The young boy in the middle is Jim’s brother Joe.

The Irish connection - Rose McCarthy, 23 in 1851 census, born in Ireland & moved to Liverpool in 1930s. Name thought to be mistranscribed or misheard and became McCartney.

#paul mccartney #family tree

[luvrgrl07]

Watching the l word and OH MY GOD I WANT TO DIE ITS SO STRESSFUL I JUSTS STARTED SEASON FOUR AND I JUST WABT TO SCREAMMMM

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!

Tina and Bette are now officially going to court to fight for Angelica and I’m just so pissed bc I’m sorry but Tina was dead fucking wrong for cheating basically twice then essentially trying to start a family while Bette was gone for TEN FUCKING DAYS!

She had that man laid up in Bette’s guest bedroom and had their daughters car seat in his car, invited her to their friends wedding, and then told bette that they were trying to start a family.

Then fucking Shane and Carmen omfg I knew Shane wouldn’t go through with it bc I was pretty sure she was single in gen q but oh my god why she did she leave her at the altar JS TO HO BACK TO CHERIES OLD ASS

AND THEN NY SWEET SWEET BABY DANA WHO DESERVES THE WORLD. I’m so sorry your gone my babe you should’ve lived so much longer. I watch every episode thinking of what it would be like if u were there.

AND ALICE MY BELOVED I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BABYGIRL MY WUEEN. Her and Lara would’ve been so cute together I wish they would’ve explored it more than just two episodes.

AND HELENAAAAA MY LOVEEE she’s basically me bc she’s British and annoying. I can’t believe her mum cut her off but also like girl u gave Shane’s dad $10,000 just bc he said he wanted to get a present.

#the l word #ellie williams x reader #lesbian #wlw post #the l word gen q #shane mccutcheon #bette porter #tina kennard #jenny schecter #Helena Peabody #Dana Fairbanks #alice pieszecki

[notinthislife50]

Chapter 10

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You and Sam sat in a motel room, “you know I’m only guilty my association” you smirked making yourself loud enough so Dean would hear.

“False alarm” Sam sighed.

“See. Nothing to worry about.” Dean gloated.

“Yeah, being fugitives? Frigging dance party.” Sam groaned.

“Hey man, chicks dig the danger vibe.” Dean laughed.

“No, we really don’t " you tried to convince him.

Sam interrupted your conversation telling Dean you were pretty sure you were hunting a Djinn.

A freaking genie?” Dean laughed.

“Yeah.” Sam was seriously.

“You think these suckers can really grant wishes?” Deans tone was light. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. This man takes nothing serious.

“So uh, where do the Djinns lair up? A serious question was finally asked by the older Winchester.

“Ruins usually” you confirmed flipping through the book “Bigger the better, more places to hide.”

" You know, I think I saw a place a couple miles back. I’m gonna go check it out.” Dean nodding his his head in thought.

“Dean not by yourself " you warned.

“Ahh y/n you care what happenes to me " he laughed.

“Listen here you jerk, if you get your self hurt I will break every limb in your body, got it?”

“So violent, I like it” he laughed “I’ll call you in a bit pikachu, love you”

“Yea yea love you too you big moron” you laughed.

You lowered your hand with the phone in it and sighed looking at Sam he gave you the I know look.

“Sam I need to go back. Jo and Ellen are both heading out on a hunt and I promised them I would like after the bar.” You sounded conflicted.

“Go y/n it’s just a Djinn, we will have it taken care of in no time.” Sam comforted.

Dean woke up and found you lying beside him. He couldn’t have been more thankful until he looked around the room. This wasn’t the motel you guys were in a few hours ago.

Dean quietly slipped out of the bed as not to warke you and took out his phone and rang Sam.

Dean?

Sam?

What’s going on? Sam questioned.

" I don’t know where I am.” Dean panicked

What happened?

“The Djinn. It attacked me.” Dean confirmed

“The gin? You’re … drinking gin?” Sam questioned

“Dean, are you drunk? You’re drunk-dialing me?”

“No, asshat. The Djinn. The scary creature, Remember? It put its hand on me and then I woke up next to a very naked y/n, which I’m not complaining..” Dean went quiet lost in thought.

“So” Said a very annoyed Sam.

“So?, well it wasn’t a crappy motel, it was an actual house Sammy with an actual bed” Dean cut off again as he looked in disbelief at the letters in front of him. " Lawerence, I’m in Lawrence?”Dean asked himself. “Wait is this meant to be my house”

“Look, it’s late. All right, just get some sleep and I’ll see you tomorrow. OK?” Sam said hanging up the phone laughing and shutting his book, criminal law and procedure.

As Dean was looking around at the photos of you and him in your supposed living room. He came across one that made him dash out the door.

Back in the real world.

You were busy laughing with a few of the customers when you heard Ash call at you from behind the bar. “Hey y/n, as much as I love lep zeppelin if your phone rings one more time I’m going to throw it in the dish washer.”

“Fuck sake Ash you could have told me the first time it rang” you rolled your eyes.

“Yea but the first few times I was too busy enjoying the song” he shrugged.

“This family makes me want to murder people” you groaned out loud.

You picked up your phoned and sighed at the amount of missed calls, this wasn’t going to be good.

“Sam I’m so sorry” you started

“Y/n I need you to come Deans missing I think the Djinn has him.” He panicked

“No problem Sammy I’m on my way”

Deans world.

As Dean sat at the step of his mums house drinking a beer and looking proudly at the mowed lawn he watched the car pull in in front of the house. He spots you smiling at him and can’t help but smile back. He really does have everything. His smile fades as you step out of car and his eyes roam to your stomach.

“Dean Winchester, you better have a good excuse for leaving your pregnant wife at home and have her worried sick about you” you smile and as you reach him you stand on your tip toes and kiss him. When he doesny respond you step back and look at him woth concern on your face you ask

“Dean are you okay? Did I do something, I know with the pregnancy I’m a bit unpredictable”

“No, no everything is fine " he hugged you trying yo reassure you. But then he caught sight of the other car pulling up.

“I don’t believe it.” Dean smiled

He let go of you and walked down to greet Jessica and Sam.

“Jessica.” Dean exclaimed throwing his arms around her.

" Good to see you too Dean.Can’t breathe, " Jessica gasped.

“Sammy.” Dean smiled wide

“Hey.” Which was all that came from Sam.

As you walked down to meet the couple or maybe more waddled, Jessica threw her arms around you. “Hey y/n, how are you hows the little one?”

“We are all good” you hugged her back and smiled.

“She whispered in your ear “is Dean okay?”

“Honestly I’ve no idea, " you said nervously.

As Jessica broke your hug you were then enveloped by Sam.

“Hey sammy” you whispered.

“Hey my niece or nephew being good” he laughed.

“Well they are a Winchester definitely going to be a little trouble maker” you elbowed him in the side jokingly.

" Look at you. You’re with Jessica, I don’t believe it.” Dean interrupted you both.

“Yeah.” Sam raised his eyebrow. " I see you started off Mom’s birthday with a bang, as usual.”

“Wait. Mom’s birthday, that’s, today?”

“Yeah, sweetheart That’s today. That’s why we’re here.” You nodded

" Don’t tell me you forgot.” Sam scoffed

At the restaurant you all raised your glasses and washed Mary a happy birthday. Dean was like a Cheshire cat. He was happy. As he watched Sam and Jessica kissing he thought he would burst. His thoughts were interrupted by you.

" I was really worried about you last night.” You squeezed his hand.

" I’m good. I’m really good.” He patted the back of your hand.

“Okay. " you nodded “What do you say, later we get cheeseburgers? Me and the baby need some real food” you winked.

“Oh God, yes. How did I end up with such a cool chick?” Dean laughed this y/n really was the exact the same as his other y/n. He kissed your forehead.

“Just got low standards.” You laughed

Dean laughed and kissed you this really was his y/n

" All right. Jess and I actually have another surprise for Mom’s birthday. " Sam stood up and lifting Jessica’s hand he showed everyone the ring

Mary and you both screamed in delight and rushed to hug Jessica. You then turned and squeezed Sam. “This is amazing Sammy, and about time I was just about to tell this woman to leave you, if you didn’t purpose soon” you laughed hugging him again.

Back at Mary’s house you were all seated in the living room. Mary then called it a night and headed up to bed.

Sam then turned to Jessica and asked “are you ready for bed too?”

Jessica nodded in agreement.

“Wait a second. Come on, it’s not even nine o’clock yet. Let’s go have a drink or something and celebrate” Dean protested

“Yeah, maybe another time.” Sam smiled politely

Come on, man. Look at us. We both have beautiful women on our arms. You’re engaged i have a baby on the way if thats not something to celebrate what is?” Dean tried to convince Sam.

Sam looked at you and Jessica " Guys, can you excuse us? I just want to talk to my brother for a sec.”

“Sure.” You both nodded

“Jessica you wouldn’t mind helping me waddle up the stairs” you asked and you both laughed and left the room.

" Okay. What’s gotten into you?” Sam demanded.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean this whole warm, fuzzy ecstasy-trip thing.” Sam continued.

“I’m just happy for you, Sammy.”

“Yeah, right. That’s another thing. Since when do you call me Sammy? Dean, come on. We don’t talk outside of holidays.” Sam pointed out.

“We don’t? Well, we should. I mean, you’re my brother and you and y/n seem pretty close” Dean sounded hurt.

“You’re my brother”? Sam laughed

“Yeah.” Dean confirmed

You know, that’s what you said when you snaked my ATM card, or when you bailed on my graduation, or when you hooked up with Rachel Nave.” Sam argued.

“Who?” Dean sounded confused

“Uh, my prom date. On prom night.” Sam said angrily.

" Yeah, that does kinda sound like me. Well, hey man, I’m sorry about all that. " Dean tried to comfort Sam.

" No, look, that’s all right man, I’m not asking you to change. I guess we just don’t really have anything in common. You know? And the reason why im close with y/n as she actually makes an effort to stay kn touch with not just me but jessica too.” Sam said starting to walk away.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Yes we do. Yes we do. " Dean promised.

“What?” Sam snapped.

“Hunting.” Dean nodded

" Hunting? I’ve never been hunting in my life, Dean.” Sam scoffed.

" Yeah, well, then we should go it sometime. I think you’d be great at it.” Dean tried to encourage Sam

" Get some rest Dean” and with that Sam walked off leaving Dean alone.

You and Dean drove home in an uncomfortable silence. When you got home Dean collapsed on to the sofa. He was so lost in thought he never heard you approach him.

“Dean” you whispered placing your hand on his shoulder handing him a beer. He blinked at you. “Please bulldog, talk to me”

Dean heard the word bulldog and everything seemed to stop for a minute he became confused until he heard you again “baby please Dean are you okay”

“My favorite. You always knew me pretty well.” He said absent mindly.

“Fraid so.” You laughed kissing him on the head.

“Sammy and I don’t get along?” He questioned.

“Well, you don’t really spend a lot of time together. I mean, I just think you don’t know each other all that well, your busy he’s busy, life happens.”

Dean sat in silence looking at his beer.

" For the record: He doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

" I can fix things with Sam. I can make it up to him. To everyone.” He sighed.

“Okay. But Dean you don’t have to make anything up to me. And the thing between you and Sam, we can fix that” you promised taking his hand.

“This isn’t gonna make a lick of sense to you. But I kind of feel like I’ve been given a second chance. And I don’t wanna waste it.” He tried again

“You’re right, that doesn’t make any sense” you were confused

Dean then leant in and kissed you. He almost felt the same rush he always did when he kissed you but there was just something missing.

" You know, I get it.” He smiled

“Get what?” You raised and eyebrow

“Why you’re the one, here and back in our world. You’ll always be the one?”

“Whatever’s gotten into you I like it.” You wiggled your eyebrows, and with that Dean kissed you again, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling ypu in tight to him. You moaned and pulled away. Placing your fore head on to his you scolded “come on! Don’t do this to me now. I’ve gotta get ready for work.” You relenctualy tore your self away from him.

“You got to work now?” He questioned

“I’ve got the night shifts on Thursday.” You shrugged “you should know this by now”

" yea yea You work nights at the, uh…” he paused hoping you would full him then he sees you taking out your scrubs " at the hospital?” He laughs to himself " I’m dating a nurse. That is so sexy” and respectable he thought his Y/n would never be this respectable” he pauses for minute confused. What is going on. Then he watches as y/n changes and gets a view of her ass and all his thoughts are lost. “So we ever use your uniform for us time” he laughed.

“How do you think I got pregnant” you smirked back.

You kissed Dean good bye telling him you’ll see him in the morning and he better have those waffles made this time or you and the baby would kick his ass.

Dean laughed as he settled on the sofa, drinking his beer he flicked through the channels. But he was stopped dead in his tracks when the channel he put on was broadcasting the anniversary of the crash of United Britannia Flight 424.

This gets DEAN’s attention and he leans forward as he continues to watch.

The reporter stated that Indianapolis residents held a candlelight vigil in memory of the hundred and eight people who lost their lives…

Dean shouted at the tv “No, no. I stopped that crash.”

Dean ran to his laptop and started pounding on the keys in front of him he read headlines that relates to the cases he had solved.

Indianapolis Sun, December 5TH, 2005 - FLIGHT 424 CRASHES, 108 DEAD;

Nine Children Comatose

Parents mutilated in bed

GIRL DROWNS IN HOTEL POOL

While he is reading this and sitting in shock he feels a change in the air as he looks behind him he sees a woman in white. A woman who he has seen the past few days but not had the courage to say to. anyone incase they thought he had gone mad.

Deam jumped up and followed the woman in to the bedroom. When she disappeared in to his cloaet he threw open the doors and saw several women hanging inside. As he turns to leave everything disappears.

Back at Mary’s House Sam sneaks down stairs and swings at the intruder only to be thrown on to the floor.

“What are you doing here " sam hissed

" I was looking for a beer.” Dean shrugged.

“That’s Mum’s silver.” Sam accused.

" it’s not what it looks like. OK, I don’t have a choice.”

" Oh really? Why? What’s so damn important you gotta steal from your own mother?

“Sammy you don’t want to know " Dean sighed

Sam huffed out lout " Yeah, I do.”

" I owe somebody money.” Dean sighed

“Oh yea Who?” Sam frowned.

“A bookie. I lost big on a game, I gotta bring him the cash tonight.” Dean lied. Knowing Sam wouldn’t believe the truth

“I can’t believe we’re even related.” Sam shook his head “pathetic”

“Sam, look I’m sorry.”

“What?” Sam asked confusingly

“You know what, i’m sorry that we don’t get along. And I wish to hell I could stay and fix it. But I gotta do this. People’s lives depend on it.” Dean shouted at Sam taking a knife from the box

He turns around and take a knife from the box.

“Just tell y/n and Mom I love them see you, Sammy.” Dean voice

While Dean was sitting in the car, thinking of yhe life he had the passenger door opens and SAM gets in

" I’m going with you.” Sam says before Dean can say anything.

“Just like old times” Dean laughs driving off.

Meanwhile back at your pov you and Sam tiptoes through the warehouse. You find him and a woman hung up by their arms.

“Dean” you yell as you sprint for him.

Sam grabs your arm putting his finger to his lips he “quiet, the Djinn is still here, somewhere” he whispered looking around nervously.

As sam reaches up and starts to cut through the rope Dean winces.

“Careful sam” you scold looking back at him but just has you turn your head. The Djinn knocks you flying across the room and goes for Sam.

Sam turns around and lunches at the Djinn with his knife. But the djinn knocks the knife from sams hand and grabs him around the neck.

As you run to help sam bringing a pipe which you had found on the floor on to the djinn head, the djinn knocks you back again

Sam runs towards the Djinn again and they fight for a moment allowing you to grab the knife and cut Dean down causing you both to land in a heap.

“When this is over bulldog we are so going to talk about all those burgers you eat” panting as you rolled Dean off you.

As Sam and the Djinn continue to fight you take deans head in to your hands.

" please dean wake up we need you”

The Djinn finally gets the upper hand on Sam again , and his holding him by the throat his hand glowing blue moving it toward Sams forehead, but Sam puts up one hell of a fight.

Back at Dean, he stands in front of other Sam telling him all he has to stab himself and he will wake up as none of the real and just as he is about to deal the blow. Mary walks up to him

“Put the knife down honey” she smiled

“Your not real " dean chokes.

" It’s everything you want. We’re a family again. Let’s go home.” Mary touches Deans face.

Dean on the verge of tears whisperes “I’ll die. The Djinn will drain the life out of me in a couple of days.”

MARY But in here, with us, it’ll feel like years. Like a lifetime.” She promises.

" You don’t have to worry about Sam anymore. You’ll get to watch him live a full life” Jessica tries to convince him.

As they all look at you Mary smiles and nods. You step forward and take his face in to your hands.

“Dean I need you” it starts off calmly “Dean please wake up, please bulldog come back, me and Sammy we need you.” You practically shout in his face.

Mean while back at you and sam the djinn has the upper hand on Sam. You leave dean and run up and stab the djinn in the side. He drops sam to the ground and turns to you. And grabbing you by the throat he starts squuezing. As you begin to lose consciousness you whisper “please dean”

The DJINN opens his fist and blue light begins to appear around his hand as he reaches for your forehead darkness overcomes you.

Next thing you know you were waking up in a hospital bed.

“Dean” you whispered looking at the man dozing beside you.

“Hey " he said solmely.

“Is this real?” You panic

“It’s real princess, its real” dean sighed.

“Are you okay” picking up something was off.

“I’m alright” he sighed

“Dean please, tell me” you begged.

" its just we had it all y/n. The house the picket fence the baby”

“But it wasn’t real d,” you tried to comfort him.

“I know but it felt real” his head bowed not looking at you.

“Dean” tears coming down your face “what can I do”

Dean stood up and sat beside kissing your forehead he took your hand.

“Y/n, I know it was just a wish. My mum was alive there was no such thing as hunting, but Sam and I didn’t get along we didn’t bond over anyaqthing. But here he’s my brother he’s my best friend.” Dean spoke.

“And I’m glad that’s the way it is " Sam’s voice came from the door. Making his way over to Dean, Dean stood up and the brother hugged “and I’m glad you dug your way out Dean.”

“Yea Sam I dug out, but I wanted to stay, I wanted to stay so bad weather it was real or not. I’m sick of sacrificing everything of us sacrificing everything” Dean finally cried.

“But Dean people are alive because of us, I know it hurts but it’s worth it. We save life’s Dean” Sam smiled.

“I guess " Dean sounded unconvinced.

As you all say in an uncomfortable silence, you spread first. “Well I’m ready to leave this rock hard bed and get me a drink and some clothes”

Dean and Sam laughed and Dean grabbed your clothes from the locker, Sam made his way outside so you could get changed.

As Dean helped you get dressed he looked at you “you know maybe we should keep the gown. I like how it shows off your ass and plus easy access and all” he smirked.

Your eyes met his and you placed one hand on his cheek.

“I love you Dean Winchester, thank you for coming back to me " as tears rolled down your face Dean hugged you tight. “Ready to go pickachu” he finally asked. “With you, always " you smiled?.

#dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester fic #dean winchester supernatural #dean winchester #dean fluff #dean smut #supernatural fanfic #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester smut #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean x reader #dean x reader smut #dean x y/n #dean x you #dean #supernatural

[herzlak]

Tatort Saarbrücken: Die Kälte der Erde

Three minutes into the episode und der Hölzer hat schon wieder die Schnauze voll

Die sehen aber auch aus wie von der Mafia heut, die beiden

"Ich glaub es hackt!" Ja ich auch!

Schneeengel gone wrong

Face porn Adam Schürk

Biiiiiizeps mit ganz viel bi :)

"Boah du Streber" *winks* *hearteyes*

The H in Hölzer is for (extremst schlecht erzogener) Hundi

Damn Esther you're so gay

Whole lotta gay, der ganze Laden ist lesbisch

Des hat er jetzt davon, der Schürk

"Blondie"

Ufff Pia ist abgeturneddd

Wie die zicken :)

"Hast du deine Niere verkauft?" alter haha

Hat der dem Mordopfer grad Essen geklaut?

Pia darling, man kann sich aber auch in was reinsteigern, gell

ACH das Mordopfer war einer von den Schwulen? Well, that sounds like a ARD thing to do :))

Hach die hassen sich alle gegenseitig, wundervoll <3

SIE SNACKT WIEDER JAAAAA

Die sind so cute die zwei <3

SIE BRINGT IHR MORGEN CROISSANTS MIT

UND ÜBERMORGEN

I believe in Hörnchen supremacy.

"Dein Herz gehört sowieso schon mir"

LADIES THAT'S GAY

Scheiß auf Adam und Leo, ich will dass Pia und Esther zusammenkommen.

Zählt das schon als bi lighting? Ja oder? Ja.

Ja komm, lasst die trust issues nochmal verdoppeln zwischen den beiden!

Ich weiß grad echt nicht, ob Leo und Adam zu Rosa und Jan werden oder andersrum... aber ich hasse es.

Ich mag Alina. Die ist ein bisschen aggressiv. Aber ich mag sie.

Ach, sind die zwei schwul? Bitte sag die zwei sind schwul.

Awww :)

"Wut ist kein guter Begleiter im Kampf" sag das mal Stefanie Reinsperger, die erzählt dir was andres (und sie hat recht)

I believe in Alina's rights, but even more in Alina's wrongs.

"Ich kann aber besser schlafen, wenn ich weiß, dass dir nichts passiert."

Und morgen haben sie ein JVA date <3

"Schlaf gut Tiger." - "Miau."

Und da kann man jetzt gaaaaanz viele Fics zu schreiben :)

Das bin eins zu eins ich, wenn ich Auto fahr

Bis auf das Rauchen

PAHAHA oh Gott ey

Ich dachte Tatort und nicht GTA?

Okay, ich glaub langsam sollt ich aufhören in Alina's wrongs zu believen

"Ist das dein Partner? Ihr passt gut zusammen." SOGAR ER WEIß ES!

Also spätestens jetzt glaub ich trotz allem queer baiting, dass Adam und Leo in ein paar Jahren zusammenkommen

Es endet sicher ganz fürchterlich, aber irgendwas wird passieren

PIA HAHAH

Die sind sowas von gay die beiden, was wird noch was, das dauert nicht mehr lang.

... Bauch Beine Po?

YES! SCHWUL! Nehmt euch mal ein Beispiel, Adam und Leo

Der Schürk frisst Pia die ganzen Hörnchen weg :(

Ja, Adam, wollten wir.

Allein, dass Esther zuerst auf Herrenbesuch tippt, sagt alles

Pia hat Schiss, dass Adam gleich ihre Esther knutscht

"Lass deine schlechte Laune bitte draußen!"

I've had Stella for 10 seconds now, but if anything happened to her, I'd kill everyone in this room and then myself.

"Dann leg das Gartenwerkzeug weg, du Vogel!"

Ooooh ansonsten hilft Esther beim Kochen?

"Gürkchen?"

Die hamse doch nicht mehr alle...

Jetzt frisst der schon wieder wem das Essen weg

Pennt der immer noch bei ihm?

Der... der trägt nen Bademantel?!

"Ab morgen zahlst du Miete."

PENNT HALT DANN ZUSAMMEN IM BETT, GOTT IM HIMMEL

Note: Adam kann nicht ins Bett gehen, wenn er mit Leo zerstritten ist

BOAH ADAM HAHAH

Was ne Arschgeige, der Mann :D

"Gönn dir."

Ayyy fist bump :)

Ich dachte schon die setzen sich ins Auto und fahren wieder-

"Bis ans Ende der Welt..." ich glaub diese Welt hat bald ein Ende

"Deiner Welt vielleicht." :/

Die Frage ist... schläft Leo nach dem Scheiß jetzt immer noch bei Adam?

"Unterwegs verloren" as in von ner Brücke geschubst? An nen Baum gebunden? Wertstoffhof?

Die haben auch ne toxische Beziehung

Ochhh :(

Lol wo hat die Mum eigentlich die letzten Tage gepennt, während es im Wohnzimmer geschwuchtelt hat?

Und wo hat Pia eigentlich Esther gelassen?

Die putzt Zähne-

Lieb die Freundschaft von den beiden <3

Der Vollidiot hat ernsthaft das Geld im Präsidium versteckt?

SCHÜRK DU DEPP

Da ist nichts los in dem seinen Kopf, NICHTS!

Ach du Scheiße...

Ist das der Industrie-WESTERN, von dem alle reden?

Hauptsache er raucht schon wieder

HAHA und jetzt warten wir wieder n Jahr!

#Tatort saarbrücken #Tatort #Spatort

[itsmythang]

Mum Bett was one of the first enslaved black American to sue for freedom and win in Massachusetts. As a free woman she took up the name Elizabeth Freeman. She was W.E.B Du Bios great grandmother. Her case served as precedent in the state that brought an end to the practice of slavery in Massachusetts. Freeman's real age was never known, but an estimate on her tombstone puts her age at about 85. She was buried in the Sedgwick family plot in Stockbridge, Massachusetts. She died in 1829. Freeman was among the first enslaved black Americans in Massachusetts to file a "freedom suit" and win in court under the 1780 constitution, with a ruling that slavery was illegal.

Her county court case, Brom and Bett v. Ashley, decided in August 1781, was cited as a precedent in the Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court appeal review of Quock Walker's "freedom suit". When the state Supreme Court upheld Walker's freedom under the constitution, the ruling was considered to have informally ended slavery in the state. LIFE & TRIAL: Elizabeth Freeman was illiterate and left no written records of her life. Her early history has been pieced together from the writings of contemporaries to whom she told her story or who heard it indirectly, as well as from historical records.

Freeman was born into slavery about 1742 at the farm of Pieter Hogeboom in Claverack, New York, where she was given the name Bett. When his daughter Hannah married John Ashley of Sheffield, Massachusetts, Hogeboom gave Bett, then in her early teens, to them. She remained with them until 1781, during which time she married and had a child, Betsy. Her husband (name unknown, marriage unrecorded) never returned from service in the Revolutionary War.

Throughout her life, Bett exhibited a strong spirit and sense of self. She came into conflict with Hannah Ashley, who was raised in the strict Dutch culture of the New York colony. In 1780, Bett prevented Hannah from striking her daughter Betsy with a heated shovel, but Elizabeth shielded her daughter and received a deep wound in her arm. As the wound healed, Bett left it uncovered as evidence of her harsh treatment. Soon after the Revolutionary War, Freeman heard the constitution read at Sheffield and these words: “ All men are born free and equal, and have certain natural, essential, and unalienable rights; among which may be reckoned the right of enjoying and defending their lives and liberties; that of acquiring, possessing, and protecting property; in fine, that of seeking and obtaining their safety and happiness." —Massachusetts Constitution, Article 1.

Bett sought the counsel of Theodore Sedgwick, a young abolition-minded lawyer, to help her sue for freedom in court. Sedgwick willingly accepted her case. He enlisted the aid of Tapping Reeve, the founder of America's first law school, located at Litchfield, Connecticut. The case of Brom and Bett vs. Ashley was heard in August 1781 before the County Court of Common Pleas in Great Barrington.

Sedgwick and Reeve asserted that the constitutional provision that "all men are born free and equal" effectively abolished slavery in the state. When the jury ruled in Bett's favor, she became the first African-American woman to be set free under the Massachusetts state constitution. The court assessed damages of thirty shillings and awarded her compensation for their labor. After the ruling, Bett took the names Elizabeth Freeman. LEGACY: The decision in the case of Elizabeth Freeman was cited as precedent when the State Supreme Judicial Court heard the appeal of Quock Walker v. Jennison. Walker's freedom was upheld. These cases set the legal precedents that ended slavery in Massachusetts. Vermont had already abolished it explicitly in its constitution.

[ladyaj-13]

Thank you @ronniebox for the tag!

Rules: List ten books that have stayed with you in some way, don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard - they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you.

1. 'Witches Abroad' by Terry Pratchett

My first Discworld. I was immediately sucked in and knew it would be a new love. My dad bought me the book, and I remember starting to read it on a gloomy beach, laughing out loud and getting weird looks from my family. "You mean everyone brought potato salad?!"

2. 'To Kill a Mockingbird' by Harper Lee

An assigned book in high school, but one of the only ones I've returned to multiple times. I say it's my fave when I want to sound intellectual.

3. 'Good Omens' by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett

Came for the Terry Pratchett, stayed (and re-read maybe 10? 11 times?) because it's utter perfection. My actual favourite book.

4. 'Take Six Puppies' by Bette Paul

I don't know how many times I read this as a young child. My copy was almost in pieces, and the dogs on the front were embossed so you could run your fingers over them. I actually can't remember it much now, except the cover, but my God. I loved this book.

5. 'Claudia and the Middle School Mystery' (Babysitters' Club #40) by Ann M. Martin

I must have had about fifty of this series. I absolutely adored them, and used to play 'Babysitter's Club' in the garden. This one was the first book I ever bought with my own money. I remember it very clearly, handing over a £5 note in Wetherly's bookshop and feeling incredibly grown-up.

6. 'Goodnight Mister Tom' by Michelle Magorian

A lot of kids books on this list...! Another that I read over and over again, so much that the cover fell off. I think it was actually my sister's, but I commandeered it early on and never gave it back, and last re-read only a couple of years ago. As I got old enough to cook, I would fry bacon and cut thick slices of white bread, with a mug of tea, to mirror Willie's first meal at Tom's.

7. 'All Creatures Great and Small' by James Herriot (the whole series)

As a child I gave up on the idea of wanting to be a vet pretty quickly (too many distressed animals), but still devoured book after book about animals (special mention for the 'Animal Ark' books by Lucy Daniels, which I would get off the shelf and mix-up so they could sit next to other 'friends' for a while... I was a weird kid 😄), and discovering this series hidden away in my family's garage was a goldmine. I later got an 'all volumes in one' massive hardback edition. It led on to reading Gervase Phinn's school series and Gerard Durrell's 'My Family and Other Animals' series.

8. 'Strange Weather in Tokyo' by Hiromo Kawakami

A bit of an outlier in that I've only read this once, but it seemed worth including as it really stuck with me. Not the story so much, not a whole lot happens, but the vibe. It inspired me to read much more Japanese literature.

9. 'Past Mistakes' by David Mountain

I'm a bit of a social history magpie (love a BBC documentary), and this book was so readable and full of titbits - all those things you think you know about history, turned on their head. Just what I want out of a non-fiction book.

10. 'Hogfather' by Terry Pratchett

Another Pratchett?! Yes. This one is seasonal.

Wow, wordy. I could have mentioned many others, such as Wild Horses by Dick Francis (see how I snuck this one in 😛). I wouldn't necessarily recommend it, but it was the first 'grown-up' book I read. (My mum gave it to me because it was about horses and I loved horses... possibly I was a bit too young for the sexual content and rampant misogyny she must have forgotten it contained, but there we go.) I'll tag @lemonistas, @londonfoginacup, @incognito-insomniac, @astridcontramundum and anyone else who wants to!

#tag game #books

[springsteens]

🎶 let your spotify predict your 2024! 🎶

shuffle your on repeat playlist and the first twelve songs represent your 2024 tagged by — @hellshee 💜

january: tonight you belong to me (the lennon sisters) this song suggests i might be in a relationship but it's already halfway through january and nothing is happening lmao

february: drivers license (olivia rodrigo) there is absolutely no way i am getting drivers license; especially so soon haha

march: warwick avenue (duffy) if i actually believed this sort of tag games, it would make me worried, because it means the end of some sort of relationship with someone who is important to me

april: 4x4 (miley cyrus & nelly) it's my birthday month and it would be nice indeed to have *a big boyfriend with a big truck* as my gift lmao

may: i try (macy gray) falling in love...?

june: the last time (bette midler) if i really fall in love in may, then in june the relationship turns out to be toxic xd

july: brutal (olivia rodrigo) so in july everything goes back to normal and i'm an insecure, anxious and depressed lily back again in my *forever an upset teenager* phase... which makes sense because in july i'm going to be finally done with my uni after 7 years and i'll have a crisis at my mum's place most likely

august: chasing pavements (adele) i'll keep what i'm thinking to myself because it makes me a bit too sad tbh; it's related to a dream i have but probably won't come true and this song fits very well...

september: the train of love (alma cogan) coming back to my lover...? maybe the one from the previous months lmao

october: ain't misbehavin' (johnnie ray) missing my lover and waiting for them (i guess the comeback from september wasn't long enough)

november: werewolf (fiona apple) why are most of these songs about toxic relationships xd no comment...

december: should i stay or should i go (the clash) we. are. back. with. the. toxic. relationship. lol

tagging (no pressure) — @violaobanion @violetwanderer @ashstfu @gilliandersons @starlessvsaint @melancholic--soull @jubilly @kuuutar @the-makingsofgreatness @caelys

#💞

[calumthoodshands]

Tumblr lässt mich nicht auf dein Kommentar antworten 💀

also, hier: (in Bezug auf das Bett beziehen) hab mal als kind beim Aufräumen alles aufs bett gemacht und dann einfach camping schlaffsack ausm schrank geholt damit ich es bett net abräumen musste. to say the least, my mum was pissed 😅

Meine Eltern hätten mich umgebracht straight up 🥰

#/hj #naja ! #gute nacht #hdl <3 nh #echo <>

[cerriddwenluna]

Week 6 of the @gleedrabbleblog!

This weeks prompt: Hero

I have so many feels about this prompt, we'll see if I manage to write some of them down this week 🤞🏻

Warning: this is a sad one and I made myself cry while writing it 🙈 Extensive headcanons and full song lyrics will be under the break for those interested ♡

1.

"What's that?" Blaine asked while cleaning out old storage boxes. 

"I'm not sure," Kurt says, holding up a VHS tape. "It only has a date on it from just weeks before mom died." 

"We'll watch it together then."

The video opens on Burt pulling an exhausted looking Elizabeth to her feet as music plays softly in the background. He gently cradles her in his arms and they slowly dance across the living room. 

"Did you ever know that you're my hero?" She sings out in a shaky, but beautiful voice. "I can fly higher than an eagle, for you are the wind beneath my wings."

"Blaine, I–" Kurt chokes out with a sob. 

"I know love, c'mere," he says, holding his husband tight. 

Now technically, this is 123 words, but 23 of them are song lyrics, so I'm counting it as 100. It would have killed the story to edit away even more ;) ♡

While I firmly believe Kurt's mum was called Elizabeth, I am a bit more ambivalent about how she actually died. In this case its from an unspecified disease that means they knew her earthly end was coming.

Kurt was too young to fully grasp the enormity of it all, so they gave him a videocamera for his birthday so he could capture as many memories as possible, knowing he'd appreciate it later on.

Anything Kurt does, he wants to do well, and tiny lil' Kurt the videographer wasn't any different. Imagine him walking around with his camera glued to his hand 24/7 and you get the picture.

I imagine adult Klaine being somewhere in their late 20's. They are wildly successful and just moved to their first real family home in preparation for the arrival of little Feta. Cue cleaning out storage and bringing over some stuff from Lima now they have the space for it.

This makes it about 20ish years since he made that video, so no wonder Kurt doesn't remember it. He's been fairly emotional for a while, and very focused on (found) family ties and legacy. Any parents reading this might recognise these pregnancy symptoms ;)

There is a lot more that I could tell about this, so maybe one day I'll write it all out in a short fic 😊

Also, I never knew it till I went to write this drabble, but I now firmly believe that this is secretly what Kurt associates with his 'It's got Bette Midler' tattoo ♥️

Song lyrics for reference:

Wind Beneath My Wings - Bette Midler

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

It must have been cold there in my shadow

To never have sunlight on your face

You were content to let me shine, that's your way

You always walked a step behind

So I was the one with all the glory

While you were the one with all the strength

A beautiful face without a name for so long

A beautiful smile to hide the pain

Did you ever know that you're my hero

And everything I would like to be?

I can fly higher than an eagle

For you are the wind beneath my wings

It might have appeared to go unnoticed

But I've got it all here in my heart

I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it

I would be nothing without you

Did you ever know that you're my hero?

You're everything I wish I could be

I could fly higher than an eagle

For you are the wind beneath my wings

Did I ever tell you you're my hero?

You're everything, everything I wish I could be

Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle

For you are the wind beneath my wings

'Cause you are the wind beneath my wings

Oh, the wind beneath my wings

You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings

Fly, fly, fly away, you let me fly so high

Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings

Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings

Fly, fly, fly high against the sky

So high I almost touch the sky

Thank you, thank you

Thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings

#gleedrabbleblog #klaine #klaine fanfiction #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #burt hummel #elizabeth hummel #week 6 #hero #grief is not a linear proces #so many feels #this might turn into a short story one day #gwen writes #a drabble is 100 words exactly #unless you include song lyrics #because I said so #tw: grief #tw: reference to terminal disease

[ruffiorocks]

Soooo, a little (a lot) late to the party, but I just finished watching The L Word: Generation Q season 2: My takeaways:

• Finnley is a mess and ruining someone's wedding is cliche and a really selfish move. Its not romantic, its not cute and she deserved the punch in the face.

• Sophie gives both Dani and Finn the run around and it's not cool. Especially when she goes and sleeps with Dani again. Then she sings that song for Fin right IN FRONT of Dani!

. Shane is shane, she and Tess are perfect and I hope season 3 (if there is one has them together).

. Angie's storyline is done really well and the actress is really good to. Spoiler! It was so sad she didn't get to meet Marcus, but also very obvious that's what was going to happen. She and her girlfriend are really cute and that Prom Proposal was adorable.

. Alice! YES!! Finally they remembered that Alice is bisexual! They even snuck in a Easter egg with Bette's (past) opinions on bisexuality.

. I really liked Sophie's idea for unsung LGBT+ heroes, but why did we only see one couple?

. Tom is adorable and Perfect, a precious bean who must be protected and I hope he and Alice get more time together and they don't just ruin it by having a rejected proposal and we never see him again.

. Gigi, yeah.... I'm not to invested in her character, but she was good to Dani. I do however feel really bad for how she was treated by Bette!

. Alice's chapter on Dana 😭😭 right in the feels!

. Micah is a great guy, I'm not too sure about his love interests this season though. Mirabel is great and they have a cute friendship, the horse riding scene was cute but I think it went to "I'm in love with you" way to fast and she seemed reluctant and then didn't even tell her family they were dating (while perfectly happy to spill Sophie's drama). We got snippets of her struggles, her mum thinking she won't have to worry about dating, but that's something that could have been explored a bit more. Honestly, I found myself rooting for Micah and his co-worker.

. Tina, oh Tina, was she even there? She just pops up for a few minutes and is gone. She's defined by her relationship with Bette, that it, that's all Tina has. Even when she's being there for Angie, Bette is there. When's she's talking to her fiancé, it's all about Bette. The original series at least tried to give her storylines that weren't completely about Bette.

. Which brings us to Carrie, oh poor, loveable Carrie. Carrie is defined almost entirely by Bette as well. Every scene she's in its either with Bette or its a conversation about Bette. Seriously Tina, marry this woman who quite clearly loves you and can see your conniving ex for who she truly is.

. Which bring us to Bette f**king Porter! My God I hate this woman!! I hated her when I was a teenager and I hate her now! Bette (other than Jenny) is the worst character and I can't understand why people love her so much. She's not changed, she still a self centered, selfish, stuck up arsehole and I can't take to her. From the get go she's just a bully to Carrie who's just being nice. She uses women (Gigi) for sex and then can't be arsed with them later on. The moment something doesn't go her way she turns on Dani, she didn't even give her a chance to speak before she got all on her high horse and was nasty. She practically stalked that artist to get what she wanted, even though she had been told no. That's the thing about Bette, if she wants it, sex or even someone to be in an art show, she feels she has the right to keep going. Also, what is with Bette Porter and sleeping with people she works with?!!! I knew exactly how the therapy session would go and how she would flip out at Angie and I was right. But mostly what I can't stand about Bette is her constant need to have Tina but also other women. She has always been like this, she likes to have control of Tina or at least have Tina as a back up while she goes out and sleeps with other women. She was damn right Evil with what she did in the last episode, playing nice with Carrie on to basically tell her fiancé she's still in love with her. Then to top it off, they had door mat Tina turn up at Bette's door. TIBETTE SUCKS!! I've never quite gotten over Bette trying to force Tina to have sex with her and I never will. Come at me, I don't care.

.oh and Shane?! Telling home wrecker Bette that a VERY drunk woman was having pre wedding doubts (caused by said homewrecker) is a shitty thing to do! Bette took that bait and just thought "I can get what I want now".

. Fin went to rehab! Good stuff!

. Dani? You knew you would be in contempt of court and yet you went drinking and look surprised when you're arrested? Gigi you didn't help here.

. The Nat and Alice polyamory storyline (minus Gigi) felt rushed to me. Nat doesn't even think too much about Alice and jumps straight in. Honestly it felt like the season 2 writers just wanted Nat gone.

. The singing was great, I'll even applaud Bette for her part in Love Shack.

. Finally, Dani's dad is awful!!!

#anti bette porter #shane mccutcheon #l word generation q #l word #alice pieszecki #tina kinnard