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Marketwatch: Real vs Fake Growth with Startups
What are we talking about when we talk about real vs. fake growth markets? Well, so far in 2023, assets such as equities, bitcoin, and bonds that were significantly down in 2022 showed decent growth within the first month of 2023. So, in contrast, things like USD and commodities are down slightly this year which is very interesting because they have been the mainstays for the last couple of…
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a wonder | daniel ricciardo x fem! reader
summary; after an interview, fans notice daniel’s liking towards new interviewer, y/n l/n. soon after, the interview blew up with comments and edits of fans shipping the two. it continued for months until a wonder finally happened.
fc; lissie mackintosh
warnings; mentions of insecurities, age gap
notes; requested! i want my own daniel ricciardo
masterlist !
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[caption 1; messy hair after a windy day 🌬️] [caption 2; fit check 🧚♀️]
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and the dress looks lovely on you 😁
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you can call me danny or whatever else you prefer 😉
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only around gorgeous girls named y/n😁
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oh danny
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so are gorgeous girls named y/n happen to be free next friday??
yourusername
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why?
danielricciardo
wanna take you on a date, pretty girl
yourusername
danny, you’re like 10 years older than me
doesn’t that bother you?
danielricciardo
nope!😄
so i was thinking of a nice dinner
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what are you waiting for then, sunshine?
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you are older than me
and i’m not like your exes 😕😕
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no one will catch us
besides i don’t care about any of that
just one date, and if you’re uncomfortable then i’ll drop this
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just this once 😊
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oh, sunshine, we both know this will be more than a one month thing 😁
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you never disappointed me - part two
part one part two part three part four
➻ synopsis: luke castellan x aphrodite!reader ; percy and beckendorf's plan to set you up with luke is in motion, but you're extremely resistant to any advances (10 things I about you AU)
➻ word count: 3462
➻ warnings: swearing, ooc/kind of loser!luke, ooc silena, she/her pronouns used for reader, sexual innuendos
➻ thank u so much for all the love on part 1 I am such a happy gal!!!!! also, have my first day at uni tomorrow (so pls wish me luck) and sorry if updates slow down!
TAGLIST: @myxticmoon @wicca-void @leeknows-wife @thekittyxo-blog @number-onekidqueen @instabull
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It turned out that getting you to go out with Luke was harder than he’d originally anticipated. Eager for the whole ordeal to be over and for him to be 50 dollars richer, he’d hopped down from his spot on a fallen log and hurried to meet you by the volleyball courts when your match ended. You, unaware of Luke’s agenda, were fanning your face to combat some of the sweat that had accumulated, quickly tightening the messy ponytail you’d tied. Luke watched you in your own world, unbothered by anybody watching you, unlike the rest of your siblings. Sucking in a quick breath for confidence he approached you.
“Hey there, girly,” He smiled, “How’re you doing?” You looked up at him, inquisitive for a moment but ultimately unimpressed.
“Sweating like a pig actually, and yourself?” You were barely looking at him, skulling an impressive amount of your water bottle quickly. He stared at you, not expecting to be dismissed so easily. He recovered smoothly, not prepared to give up so soon.
“You really know how to get a guy’s attention, huh?”
“My mission in life,” You shot him a cloying smile, now giving him your full attention, unable to help being slightly interested by his boldness. “But obviously I’ve struck your fancy, so you see it worked. The world makes sense again.” You‘d figured out his motives now and had no interest, so began the walk back to your cabin. He followed, much to your dismay. Couldn’t men ever take the hint?
“So I’ll pick you up Friday then?”
“Oh right, Friday, uh huh.” You kept your eyes ahead, dodging a few younger kids as Luke trailed after you, annoyingly optimistic still.
“The night I take you places you’ve never been before,” He said, and you looked at him in disbelief. The ego on this kid!
“Right, like the makeout clearing in the forest? Do you even know my name, Castellan?” Luke could tell that you were mocking him, but he still had high hopes.
“I know a lot more than you think.” He smiled then, a lopsided thing that would have been somewhat charming if you’d actually bothered to look. Instead you were already walking away, calling out a “Doubtful. Very doubtful,” over your shoulder as you picked up into a run, presumably to go tell Clarisse about the bizarre experience you just had. Luke watched you go, dumbstruck in the middle of camp.
Percy and Beckendorf watched the exchange from the porch of the Hephaestus cabin, the latter putting his head in his hands dramatically.
“We’re screwed,” He groaned and Percy winced slightly.
“I’m sure it’ll all be fine, dude. Luke has faced a lot worse than a teenage girl.”
When you sat at dinner that night, desperately avoiding the eye contact Luke seemed desperate on initiating, you almost told Silena about your bizarre day. You’d opened your mouth to start the story when you realised that she’d only be encouraged by Luke’s antics, pressuring you into going out with him for her own benefit and quickly shut it. She’d noticed your odd behaviour and searched for meaning in your face. Panicking for something to replace the conversation, you zeroed in on the necklace sitting nicely on top of her camp one.
“Where’d you get the pearls?” You asked, already dreading the answer. Silena only confirmed your fears, claiming them as your grandmother’s with a coy smile.
“So what? You’ve just been hiding them the last three years?” You were always closest with your grandmother, and you were sure she wouldn’t leave her favourite pearls for Silena over you.
“Daddy found them in a drawer just before summer.” Silena shrugged as if you weren’t sitting across from her, cheeks a blotchy red in your upset. “Besides, they look good on me.” Your hands itched to hit her as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ears, knowing exactly how much she was pissing you off.
“Trust me, they don’t,” You spat, quietly glad when Silena stalked off in a huff, amongst the first to leave the meal. You didn’t know how much longer you could argue with her before starting to cry, which you really didn’t want to do in front of the whole camp. You thought you were safe for the rest of the meal when Drew began speaking instead.
“You could try being nice sometimes, you know, people wouldn’t know what to think.” You rolled your eyes aggressively.
“You forget, I don’t care what people think,” You replied, taking in a spoonful of food.
“Yes you do. Everyone does. You know, with a new look you could have some serious potential.” You ignored her last statement.
“No, I don’t,” You emphasised, “You don’t always have to be who they want you to be.” You knew that wouldn’t impact Drew in the slightest, but you hoped it might resonate with some of your younger siblings — encourage them to nurture their internal beauty rather than accept the vain stereotype Aphrodite children were forced into. You pushed yourself out of the bench you were sitting on, needing a break from your insufferable siblings. As you dumped your dishes where they needed to be you saw Luke beginning to follow you and turned to make dead eye contact. Knowing you’d only scream at him (or worse) you gave him a dangerous look, accompanied with an almost imperceptible shake of your head. Not enough for anyone else to know you’d even acknowledged him, but enough to tell Luke to back off. He was smarter than you thought, as he held up his hands in a show of surrender, redirecting his action to innocently collect up his own dishes.
You may not have had any interest in knowing the boy, but you did appreciate that he knew when to back off. Or so you thought.
You were proven not-so-free from Luke Castellan the very next morning. It was the Aphrodite cabin’s day to check all the storerooms, and you’d volunteered to do the one which held all the weapons and armour near the sword fighting arena. You knew none of your siblings would come near if they could help it, mostly against weapons and the violence that surrounded the area, so you’d get a whole morning alone. It was peaceful attending to the chore, and you were allowed to use some of your Aphrodite eye for beauty. Of course, stacks of swords and assorted weapons could only be made so pretty, but you enjoyed organising them into neat rows, making it look as nice as possible — not that you would admit that to Silena or you’d be in her vanity chair receiving an unwelcome makeover in seconds.
You were just admiring your own sword, which you’d taken the time to polish while you were taking care of the others, when you felt a presence behind you. You didn’t react, assuming it was just some camper coming for a weapon, until he spoke.
“Nice sword, vintage hilt?” You tensed as Luke’s voice infiltrated your peace.
“Are you following me?” You disregarded his statement, an unimpressed frown present on your lips.
“I was training in the arena and needed to polish my sword. I saw you come in a while ago and not leave, I came to say hi,” He explained, and you raised an eyebrow. You weren’t friends, why would he come for a chat?
“Hi.” You promptly turned back to your task, shoving the cloth into the intricate designs of the hilt.
“Not a big talker, huh?” He persisted.
“Depends on the topic. My sword doesn’t exactly whip me into a verbal frenzy.” That wasn’t strictly true — the sword was a gift from your mother, with gold twisting around a blood red ruby in the centre of the hilt. After you’d made it clear that you weren’t going to just sit around during your time at camp she gifted you the sword, her way of saying that if you were going to fight, you should at least look good doing it. You’d had several conversations with Clarisse gushing over the intricacy of it, and profusely thanked Aphrodite for the gift in your offerings. You didn’t quite care to share this with Luke, being a relative stranger.
“You’re not afraid of me, are you?” He asked, and you were somewhat taken aback by the earnest tone of his voice.
“Afraid of you? Why would I be afraid of you?” You couldn’t help the incredulous laugh that crept into your sentence.
“Most people are.” He gestured subtly towards his scar — gnarled and twisted against his otherwise tanned skin. You put a hand on your hip, resigned to conversation now.
“Well, I’m not.”
“Ok, maybe you’re not afraid of me, but I’m sure you’ve thought about me naked.” You were pretty sure Luke was going for smooth or charming, but you thought in this moment he was entirely lame. The wink didn’t help his case.
“Am I that transparent? I want you, I need you. Oh baby, oh baby.” You put on your best Drew impression, nasally and whiny, before handing him the cloth he needed to polish his own sword and turning to leave. There, quickly approaching the door, was Ethan. Seeing you he put on a disgusting smirk and blocked the doorway, effectively caging you into the storeroom.
“Gods, what is it, asshole day?” You asked, not caring that both boys could very clearly hear you. “Do you mind?” You gestured to his blocking the exit. He simply looked down at you, clearly doing his best to appear sexy (and failing miserably).
“Not at all.” His stupid smirk was going to kill you, and not in the good way. You scoffed, giving him a last chance to get the fuck out of your way. Then, sparing a fraction of a glance back to Luke pretending to mind his own business, you slammed the hilt of your sword into his foot, wishing it was the blade instead. You watched him crumble to the ground, holding his foot with both hands.
“You bitch!” He yelled, voice cracking pathetically in the middle. You forced your smile to stay contained.
“Oops,” You feigned innocence, one hands covering your mouth strategically. “You might need some ambrosia for that…” With that you side-stepped him, eager to leave the situation. If you’d have looked back, you would have seen the gleeful, disbelieving smile on Luke’s face, probably the biggest one he’d worn in a while. Although he didn’t get the date he’d entered for, he was beginning to think you were a little more interesting than you let on.
“Did you just cripple Ethan?” Silena shrieked as you entered your cabin to grab your things. “He’s a model, you can’t do that! Has it escaped your notice that you’re completely psychotic?” You pretended to think for a moment, then shrugged nonchalantly.
“Guess your long walks on the beach are gonna have to wait,” You sighed dramatically, leaving Silena to wallow in her pity alone. It wasn’t like it was really your fault — if Ethan had learned how to respond to words or learn the meaning of ‘move’ he wouldn’t have gotten himself into that situation in the first place.
Meanwhile, Ethan and Luke were having a similarly emotional conversation after Luke had — very reluctantly — helped Ethan over to the infirmary to get his foot checked out.
“When I shell out fifty, I expect results.” Luke sighed, could this boy get any whinier?
“Yeah, I’m on it,” He said through gritted teeth, resisting the urge to hurt him.
“Watching that bitch obliterate my foot doesn’t count as a date. If you don’t get any, I don’t get any, so let’s get some,” Ethan said, running a hand through his ridiculously styled hair. Luke couldn’t believe his nerve. First of all, obliterated? He would be left with a bruise for a few days, if anything. Secondly, this whole things was Ethan’s idea, Luke had never given any indication wanting to ‘get some’, especially not with someone so clearly resisting his advances. Just as Ethan left, giving the Apollo girl treating him a douchebag smile, Luke hardened his resolve.
“I just upped my price,” He said, loving the way Ethan’s eyes widened like a cartoon character. “A hundred bucks a date, in advance.”
“Forget it,” Ethan grumbled, moving to leave again.
“Forget her sister then.” The two boys stared at each other, one significantly more amused than the other. Luke knew he had the upper hand in the dynamic, something he revelled in. Then, after the intimidation tactic clearly wasn’t having any effect, Ethan reached for his wallet, Luke admiring the crisp fifty he was handed.
“You better hope you’re as smooth as you think you are, Castellan.” Luke just watched him go, confident tilt of his head conveying his outlook on the situation.
Luke had taken his usual spot overseeing combat training, but his usual thoughts were long gone. Instead, he was entirely preoccupied with you. He didn’t know how to get you to go out with him when you could barely entertain a conversation, and he twirled his cigarette between his fingers as he pondered.
Percy and Beckendorf saw his internal conflicts, slowly moving closer to him under the guise of a very chaotic fight between the two. Finally Luke gave them attention, knowing Percy’s skills would never have him running all over the place like that. He raised an eyebrow, a sign for them to get on with whatever they were angling at.
“We know what you’re trying to do, for Beauregard,” Percy said, and Luke appeared almost startled.
“And we want to help,” Added Beckendorf helpfully, shying away when Luke’s eyes bore into his.
“And why would you do that?”
“Beckendorf here has a major crush on Silena—”
“Gods, what is it with this girl? Does she sweat nectar?” Beckendorf opened his mouth to protest when Percy spoke over him, knowing it would be more beneficial to let Luke lead.
“Look, I think we can both tell that Charlie’s love is pure, well-intentioned, better than, say, Ethan White?” Luke sighed, catching on.
“I’m in this for the cash, that’s it. Who Ethan wants to bang is of no interest to me.”
“There will be no banging!” Beckendorf cried as Percy pushed him behind. He was no use in a delicate situation like this.
“Ok, Luke, it’s just that we’re the masterminds behind this whole thing. We set it up so Beckendorf can get the girl — Ethan’s just a pawn.” Luke paid closer attention suddenly, intrigued by the chess match he’d been pulled into.
“So you two are gonna help me win her over?”
“We’ll do research, find out what she likes. We can be your guys on the inside.”
“In a strictly non-mission type of way,” Beckendorf added helpfully, nervous of the legends he’d heard about Luke’s failed quest. Luke chose to simply ignore that comment, and Percy filled the silence before he could get angry about it.
“Let’s just start here: the Apollo cabin is throwing a party on Friday night, it’s the perfect opportunity.”
“I’ll think about it,” Was all Luke said, a clear signal the conversation was over. Percy and Beckendorf returned to fighting, slightly more regulated now they had gotten what they’d wanted, and Luke brought the cigarette back up to his lips, new thoughts clouding his mind.
Meanwhile, Ethan had found Silena where she was known to hang out by the rocks near the lake. He was hovering next to her, providing snatches of shade as he performed pose after pose, claiming he had a modelling job lined up when he left for the year.
“So which do you like better?” He asked, moving his hands fractionally to the left of his chin.
“The second,” Silena giggled, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear. “It’s more… pensive.”
“Damn,” Ethan kicked the sand softly. “I was going for thoughtful. So, you going to the Apollo party on Friday?”
“Maybe.” She produced her best coy smile, looking up at him from behind her lashes.
“Good, ‘cause you know I’ll only bother if you’re there.” Silena smiled, getting up from her spot on the rock.
“Bye.” Her voice was airy in the way she knew drove boys mad. She walked away leaving Ethan wanting more, her specialty. You scoffed, catching the end of the exchange. You and Silena made momentary eye contact, tension thick between the two of you.
As Beckendorf approached Silena, fishing for more information about you, Ethan had caught you in his sights and wasn’t going to let you go so easily.
“You sister is so cute,” His voice infiltrated your bubble in a way that made you want to hit him so desperately. “Doesn’t have your bite though, a feisty woman is so sexy.” You knew he was just trying to get a rise out of you, but it was so close to working.
“Come any closer and I’ll show you just how feisty I can get,” You snapped, braid almost whacking him in the face as you turned to face him. You could have sworn Ethan looked afraid for a second before he covered it with bravado.
“One day you’re gonna realise that all of this hostility is just your sexual repression. Don’t worry, babe, I’ll be waiting with open arms… And legs.” You almost threw up.
“Gods, can’t you just leave me alone, asshole?” You yelled, trying to push past him to get anywhere else.
“C’mon, don’t be a prude,” He whined, and you were really close to taking him to the ground — not in the way he wanted.
“You heard the girl,” A voice called from behind you, and instantly Ethan took a step back. “She wants you to leave her alone.” Luke appeared behind you, a respectful distance away whilst still making his intentions clear. Ethan shrunk back into himself, making a lame excuse as to why he had to leave, hurriedly fleeing the beach. Reluctantly, you turned to face Luke.
“I’m not going out with you just for that,” You said plainly, daring him to try again.
“You think that low of me?” He laughed, dark eyes sparkling with mirth. You forced yourself not to notice. “I don’t have to want something from you to know that Ethan White isn’t worth your time.” It was your turn to be embarrassed at that, feeling slightly narcissistic for assuming that was the purpose of the conversation (it was, but Luke sure as hell wasn’t going to ruin his chances because you were in a mood, justified or otherwise).
“Oh.” You stared at his shoes. “Well, thanks, I guess.” You moved to leave but Luke stopped you, hand not quite touching your arm, unwilling to have it bitten off.
“So you do have a heart!” He joked, signature grin on his face. You wondered why you were seeing so much of it lately when he’d been so dour since his quest.
“Ha! You wish.”
“Don’t try to hide it, Beauregard, you’re warming up to me.”
“I’d sooner fuck Mister D,” You replied, actually taking your leave.
Luke watched you go, chewing his lip between his teeth. There was more to you than you let on, he was sure of it. He wouldn’t say it was any fondness, but he was starting to have a curiosity attaching itself to this scheme, and he knew that going out with you would satisfy it. He should have known having any personal stakes involved — sentimental or otherwise — would get dangerous.
Your own thoughts had barely budged on Luke. He was still a pain in your side and you figured you knew what kind of guy he was — not the type you had any interest in. Still, you couldn’t deny that you were appreciative he’d saved you from Ethan (and the inevitable washing up duty you’d be punished with when you beat him up), so maybe he wasn’t quite as despicable as you’d initially judged him to be. Close, though.
part three
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Too Much for You
Day 3: Collaring (Bob Floyd x F!Reader)
(For the 2023 Kinktober event that I created on my own because I am boring and basic and am trying to keep it simple this year...found here!)
CW: Smut (Oral, m!receiving; oblique talk of other sex acts; oblique talk of power dynamics in the bedroom); 18+ only.
Word Count: 2865
AN: This was requested by the lovely @callsign-frostbite!
The Hard Deck is often segregated by cliques, like a high school lunch room: the fighter pilots post up by the pool tables and piano, the fixed wing aircraft pilots claim the stretch of the bar with the dart boards and juke box. The bar proper is the neutral zone, but the two groups rarely mix.
Bob Floyd falls in with the fighter pilots because he’s the back-seater for one, but he feels like he might fit in better with the darts-and-jukebox crowd. They are more sedate, seem more confident in themselves. There’s less of a nightly dick-measuring contest.
It doesn’t hurt that you’re part of the darts-and-jukebox crowd: the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, poured into your uniform so it fits like a glove. You move with that same quiet assurance as your fellow fixed wing pilots, but you’re like a bright point of light, always pulling Bob’s gaze to you. You’re fascinating to watch: when you’re playing darts, when you’re leaning over the jukebox, when you’re dancing a smooth two-step to the songs you pick.
Hangman is the one who first notices Bob’s puppy-dog staring, follows the WSO’s blue-eyed gaze across the Hard Deck where you and the other pilots drink and converse. Hangman nudges Nat, who whispers in Rooster’s ear, who beckons Javi over, and within minutes, the whole crew is watching Bob watching you.
Hangman is the one who first tells Bob not to bother.
“She’s not the one for you, Baby on Board,” he tells Bob while he clasps his shoulder, jostles him a little in his seat. “You need a shy gal. A homebody who will greet you at the door with fresh-baked cookies. A Betty Crocker-type.”
Nat scoffs, shakes her head. “You make him sound like a complete square.”
“Well…” Hangman trails off, shrugs with a wide smile. “I mean…”
“He’s not a complete square, Bagman.” Nat crosses her arms, and she squares up to her fellow fighter pilot. “And anyway, what’s wrong with her? She’s cute.” She tilts her head in your direction.
It’s Javi who has the dirt on you, which sounds like so much of the usual Navy outlandish gossip. He leans in close and tells Bob all about you.
“Her call-sign is Nix,” he says, and he keeps his voice low, as if you might hear over the din of the crowd. “Because she flies one of those Poseidon recon planes. But she’s a complete freak, man. I served on a carrier with a guy whose roommate’s brother dated her. She’s totally into that freaky bedroom shit. She’d eat you alive.”
Bob swallows hard, but he can’t help the flush that breaks out across his cheeks…or the faint throb of lust that drums along with his heartbeat.
“What do you mean, freaky stuff?” It’s Nat who asks the question; his pilot turns and watches you with frank interest now.
Javi shrugs, takes a sip of his beer. “BDSM stuff.” He looks at Bob, gives him another shrug. “Sorry, man. She’s too much for you.”
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After the fact, Bob bristles at his teammates’ collective verdict.
Bristling leads to simmering, which leads to outright resentment. The days pass, and Bob teems with indignation. How dare Bagman? How dare Javi? How dare any of them make assumptions about him? Sure, he’s quiet and unassuming and a back-seater, but it grates on his nerves how they act like they know him that well.
They don’t know him at all.
Even their dumb nickname for him: Baby on Board. They forget that he passed the same rigorous training they did, that he graduated from Top Gun just as they did. He’s a goddamned grown man, and they treat him like a boy.
The two cliques at the Hard Deck rarely mix, but halfway through a Friday night, Bob taps into his latent courage—the courage his teammates fail to recognize—and marches over to where you stand by the jukebox. He can hear Hangman behind him, trying to urge him back before it’s too late, but you catch sight of Bob’s approach out of your peripherals and turn to watch him. You neither frown nor smile; your expression is exactly neutral. Bob digs deeper into his hidden reserve of courage, and he holds out a hand.
“I’m Lieutenant Bob Floyd,” he says, and he hopes his teammates can see how he doesn’t stutter, how he meets your gaze levelly because he’s a goddamned man and not a boy. “I heard you fly the new P-8 Poseidon.”
“I do.” You hold your hand out to shake his, and you gift him a smile that seems guarded. “Though it’s a few years old now.”
“Still new by military standards.”
Your smile relaxes, and you drop your hand. “Very true. Are you a pilot?”
Bob shakes his head, tells you he’s a weapons specialist officer, and the conversation flows naturally to your respective aircrafts, the systems on each, and if Bob admired you from afar, he likes the obvious love you have for your airplane even more.
He spends the rest of the night with you, and the hours fly by like nothing. He leaves with your number, and the feeling is better than even the confused look on Bagman’s smug face—that quiet, unassuming Bob Floyd pulled the number of an unattainable fellow pilot.
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If you’re into freaky bedroom stuff, it doesn’t make an appearance right away. You and Bob take your time—it doesn’t help that you’re both active duty. There’s a stretch of time, just as your burgeoning relationship is on its shaky new legs, where you’re both deployed on separate missions.
Bob thinks it’ll be the end of the thing between you, but somehow strengthens your relationship. Absence making the heart grow fonder, all that cliched stuff. When you’re finally both back stateside, you make it official: Bob Floyd the WSO and you, the pilot who flies surveillance missions—an official couple.
Your first month as a couple, it’s that awkward period where you’re just figuring each other out in the bedroom. It’s clumsy at first but passionate, the two of you abandoning any pretense of coolness for the ardor that you have for each other.
Bob loves all of it: the time he spends between your thighs, coaxing orgasms from you with his mouth. The time you spend on your knees doing the same for him. All of the varied positions, you riding him, him riding you. The quickies and the love-making where you spend entire hours reveling in each other’s bodies.
BDSM stuff, Javi had said. Bob only has an inkling what that may mean. He imagines whips and chains, a gimp mask, tears of pain. He is open to nearly anything you might want to do, but the idea of pain in the bedroom makes him wary. He doesn’t want to hurt you, even consensually. If it is something you demand, he might have to end things.
The thought tortures him. Each day, he falls more in love with you. Each night, he is slow to fall asleep at the unspoken fear that you may be too much for him and the inverse: that he may not be enough for you.
Bob should have remembered that the Navy is little more than a hive of gossipers. People tell tales, and truth get twisted in the retelling.
Javi and his buddy’s roommate’s brother. Your alleged ex. It was a ridiculous game of telephone. The topic kinda comes up organically over dinner one night, talk about exes, and it leads to Bob blurting out his fears. That he’s not adventuresome enough for you. That when you inevitably ask him to tie you up and whip you, he won’t be able to satisfy you.
The look on your face is priceless. You gaze over your plate at him and ask, “huh?”
He can’t turn back now. He swallows hard, his mouth suddenly dry. “BDSM stuff,” he clarifies. “I don’t…I don’t think I’m into that.”
“Bobby—”
“But I’ll try.” He cuts you off, and he feels sick to his stomach to have brought his silent fears to light with so little finesse. “I’ll try, sweetheart.”
You set your fork down with a quiet clink, and you reach across the table and take his hand. When he chances a look at your face, you don’t seem angry or disappointed. Instead, you smile at him softly.
“You can’t believe everything you hear,” you tell him.
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Javi and the gossipmongers in the Navy are half-right: you are not into BDSM.
You are into playing with power dynamics.
Bob gets an education in an entire spectrum of sexuality he’s never even considered before. He’d be ashamed—embarrassed, maybe, as he usually is when it came to frank discussions about sex—but you’re an amazing teacher and, well….he finds that perhaps he’s into playing with power dynamics too.
And you’re both switches. You’re both capable of being dominant or submissive. The possibilities are endless. Bob’s mind boggles at the surfeit of scenes the two of you could play out, and it boggles further to find that those scenes make him fall more and more in love with you. It always felt hokey, talk of how sex was a way to build a connection. Bob never had it before, but now?
Now he has it.
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The day goes poorly for Bob: Hangman continues to live up to his nickname, and his rivalry with Rooster spills over to the rest of the TOPGUN pilots. Bob and Nat get paired up with Jake during a dog-fight exercise, and they lose over and over because the man is incapable of teamwork.
Bob can’t control Jake.
Bob can’t even control the plane. He has to cede control to Nat, and he’s usually fine with it, but he feels extra helpless as a back-seater during exercises like this.
But Bob, if he asks nicely, can control you—so when he gets home, frustrated and irritable, he asks if he can be in charge.
You gaze at him a long moment, and your eyes get steadily darker as your pupils dilate.
“Of course,” you tell him.
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Bob in charge: he makes you change into the sweet powder-pink lingerie he bought you. A casual cotton dress. He has a housewife kink, he’s found, and he likes to play around with the dynamic of pretending you’re waiting at home for him.
Lingerie, dress. He also helps you put on the collar, a deceptively simple silver band of metal. Not too tight. There’s a little hook at the end for a leash, but neither you nor Bob ever use it. The collar is just a visual reminder of who is in charge, and who is being led.
Bob in charge: he orders you onto all fours. He sits on the couch, freshly showered after his shitty day. He leans back, splays his legs wide. He crooks his forefinger at you.
“Come here, kitten,” he says.
It’s as simple as this. He gives you an order and you obey. He’s in charge; he tells you to crawl to him on hands and knees and you do. You kneel in front of him, your hands on your thighs, your eyes fixed to his face in an expression of adoration. You wait for his next order.
There’s no frustration like with Hangman. There’s no fickle controls like in the back seat of his and Nat’s plane. There’s no dog-fight practice where they lose Maverick in the sun, where they have to do hundreds of push-ups on the tarmac until Bob’s arms burn and his cold fury simmers.
“What do you want?” he asks.
“I want to make you feel good, sir,” you answer, and your voice has a deference it normally doesn’t. Bob feels the tension of his day bleed away bit by bit, then all at once.
Bob in charge: he orders you to put your mouth to him. He’s already half-hard, but he loves the feeling of your warm mouth on him, coaxing him to full life with your worshipful tongue laving him, suckling against his sensitive tip until he’s hard as iron and throbbing in your mouth.
He lays a hand on the back of your head, another tame display of dominance, but he doesn’t force you. He shifts it to cup the side of your face as you take him to the root, your nose pressed against the sparse, coarse curls at the base of his cock. Keeps his hand there as you bob your head, as you take deep breaths through your nose.
You’re reverent when you’re submissive. You always take your time. You cup his balls lightly in one hand, and when you feel them start to draw up—a sure sign his orgasm is approaching—you back off a bit. You release him from the warm confines of your mouth and draw the tip of your tongue over the prominent vein that runs along the underside of his cock. You lick the tip of him, suckle there again until he’s breathing harsh, punched-out breaths. Then you engulf him again, hollow your cheeks and actually hum against him, and the tip of him bumps against the back of your throat until your eyes water.
A lone tear breaks free when you blink, and Bob shifts his hand, brushes it away. He taps you on your chin lightly.
“Eyes on me, kitten,” he orders you, and a moment later, you look up at him.
You look beautifully wrecked: eyes wet and liquid as you gaze at him, your eye makeup streaked and ruined. Your lovely mouth stretched wide around his cock.
“You look pretty as a damned picture,” he tells you, and it’s true. He holds you in this position for a beat, wants to commit the image to memory. He wants to carry this moment with him for future frustrating days—when TOPGUN is grueling, he wants to remember that he has this to come home to.
Not just a gorgeous woman on her knees with her lips wrapped around him, either. You’re that, of course, but you’re more. You’re also the woman who orders him around, who calls him a “good boy,” who cups his face the way he’s cupping yours right now. You’re also the woman who ties him to the bed and teases him relentlessly. You’re also the woman who spends long, lazy Sunday mornings with him, making love in a languid, sleepy way that feels like heaven.
You’re also the woman who flies a spy plane, a lieutenant in your own right, a no-nonsense aviator who commands respect with your quiet competency in a field full of blowhards and jackasses.
Bob releases his hold on your face. He slips his hand down to your throat, and he hooks his forefinger around the metal collar, now warmed from being against your skin.
He tugs it gently. “I’m close,” he warns you. “You gonna take everything I give you? Swallow it down, kitten?”
You pull your mouth away long enough to answer. “Yes, sir,” you tell him, and you sound just as wrecked as he does. He knows what this game does to you. He knows your powder-pink panties are slick with your own arousal, your pretty little pussy likely twitching and clenching around nothing, waiting for him.
He nods, and you bend your head to him again. Your mouth is wonderfully warm, surrounding him, and you pick up your pace. Your hand on his balls squeezes him gently, and he feels his orgasm—delayed several times now—thundering towards him. His hips judder upward, involuntary, chasing the feel of your wet, sucking mouth, and you gag lightly against the action but you never stop.
You never stop once he’s given you an order.
A moment later, the heavy tension in his belly snaps, turns to light and heat that crackles along his spine to the base of his skull, crackles down to where his balls pull up taut in your hand as he comes. He groans out your name, swears as he pulses in your mouth, and each throb of his cock is answered by you swallowing against him, the slim column of your throat working to take everything he gives you.
And you clean him up at his order too, your tongue shyly running over his softening cock, and then your hand tucking him back into his sweatpants before your eyes find his face.
“Thank you,” he tells you. He hooks his finger under your collar again, gently leads you from the floor and onto his lap, and he wraps his arms around you. He presses his head into the side of your neck and sighs out the lingering bit of his frustration from the day, but he’s completely relaxed now. Once he’s recovered, he’ll repay you, but for now, he wants to bask in his post-orgasm glow with you on his lap and in his arms.
And he thinks back to Javi’s words, all those months ago. She’s too much for you, he’d said. Which turned out to be completely untrue: you’re just enough for him. You’re perfect for him.
#bob floyd#bob floyd imagine#bob floyd x reader#robert floyd imagine#robert floyd x reader#robert floyd#top gun maverick#kinktober 2023#tropes and tales
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True Detective: Night Country, Ep. 4
Look at me, watching an episode the same night it aired! Some thoughts...
How dare you try to make me feel bad for Hank. Fuck that guy.
Prior needs to grow a pair and tell Danvers to fuck off sometimes. He's a doormat and she's taking advantage. I mean, I get he wants to be a good cop, but dang, kid.
Okay, so, Navarro's bloody ear is a misdirect, right? Because she got her head kicked in by three idiot rednecks?
Also, please note it took all three rednecks to kick Navarro's ass, and she got up and drove herself to get help. After finding out about her sister. That gal's got fortitude, man.
If the bloody ear isn't a misdirect, then... there's definitely a disease or something, right? Everyone's getting symptoms, so that's a disease. I assume the cold has something to do with curtailing the disease, which is why Otis is still alive and living outdoors?
We're four episodes in, and I'd like an explanation as to what the hell is going on with Danvers and her step kid. Did I miss something? She got married again after her (first?) husband and kid died? A little clarity here would not go amiss.
Why is Danvers so against her step kid getting involved with her own culture? I could see telling her to wait until she's older to get tattooed, but the way it is now just seems racist, and that seems like kind of a shallow explanation for this show, you know?
Something I noticed: When Rose saw Travis' ghost, he appeared to look like a normal, live person. Navarro and her sister are seeing people who look like obvious corpses. Don't know if that means anything, it's just a thing I noticed.
Two episodes left, I think. I'm looking forward to some answers.
Don't forget, the next episode drops this upcoming Friday, not on Sunday, due to the Super Bowl.
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From now until April 2nd 2023 Fujii Mihona will be selling a variety of things on her BOOTH page as part of the virtual event, NEOKET4. Featured in this pretty solid line up are a variety of physical items from GALS!! and Ryuu-ou Mahoujin such as mirrors, acrylic keyholders, acrylic stands, t-shirts, can badges, tapestries, pillows, and more (including an umbrella which sold out almost instantly).
Now this brings us to the digital works Fujii-sensei is releasing;
An original GALS!! anthology (which is more like a one-shot)
A Ryuu-ou Mahoujin prologue which begins the Chi no Maki arc (with the series gaining an "official" English-language name for the first time, Magic Circle of the Dragon Kings).
Interestingly the description for the GALS!! anthology states in English that it will be receiving an English translation in the future with news to come so stay tuned, I guess!
At this stage there are no plans to release these digital works in a physical form, but if these plans change they will be announced through Fujii's official channels.
All NEOKET4 releases from Fujii Mihona's "Studio Mihonacchi" circle are available for a limited time only, with sales ending April 2nd, so please get in quick if you'd like to order (I think at this point it's way too late to bother saying she was manning her own digital stall this evening, as it's all over... but she was at one point which is awesome).
I had already ordered the one thing I definitely had to buy from this event, which was the Rino acrylic stand (I have a soft spot for Ryuu-ou Mahoujin) but I'll probably also get the digital manga as I really want to check out Ran with dark hair in the GALS!! anthology and omg am I ever keen to read more Ryuu-ou Mahoujin.
Anyway I don't have a lot of insight on this event or these items on a Friday night, I just thought I should give them a quick shout-out because I am always down for a popular 90s Ribon artist to make some noise on Pixiv/BOOTH!
#gals!#gals#gals!!#chou gals kotobuki ran#super gals#ryuuou mahoujin#magic circle of the dragon kings#fujii mihona#mihona fujii#manga news#shoujo manga#merch#merchandise#i absolutely love the cover of the anthology#the fruit pics are just too darn cute#i wish i could justify owning the lil mirrors#but i would 100% break them within 5 minutes of getting them#and i think the ran stand is cute but i cannot justify 6k yen on a stand#it took a couple of days for me to even psych myself up to spend 3k yen on the rino one#and i adore her#so#anyway zzzz#enjoy#go shop if you like this stuff and can afford it#you're supporting releases directly from fujii mihona herself which is a cool thing to do
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I’ve decided to resurrect…
Fic Friday! ❤️ Weekly Fic Recs
Years ago, I did this back in the Reylo fandom, but I’m bringing it back for the Saurondriel/Haladriel fandom because: A) I’m still obscenely obsessed B) I’m all about supporting creators and C) Since I’m not currently writing for this fandom, I want to contribute how I can. 😊
Let’s do it!
This week’s recs are…
As always, please mind the tags on any recommended story for your own personal reading preferences.
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The Classic You’ve Heard Of But Somehow Haven’t Read Yet: Across That Fine Line by @myrsinemezzo
What you need to know going in:
A post-S1 that’s got hype for great reason. After stealing the mithril and Fëanor’s hammer, Sauron spirits away to Mordor with Gal hot on his heels. Once they reunite, things get spicy — we’re talking banter, manipulation (on both sides), a devious and devoted Sauron who’s also terrified of falling too far in love (too late, bro), and a Gal who’s rightfully wary but wants to believe that there’s a way to thread the needle with him. As their journey progresses, so does the depth of their dynamic. Plus! Some awesome inclusions/characters from Tolkien lore. All in all, an absolute must-read.
WIP, Rated Explicit
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The AU You Need to Immerse Yourself In Because, Well, Wow: our souls were made from the stars by SilverWing12
What you need to know going in:
Oh gosh, where to even begin??? This lush, brilliant, meticulously measured slow burn of an AU is something I bask in every update. This story sees Mairon delayed in joining Melkor, and instead, he meets Galadriel in Valinor while she's still a child. Hundreds of years pass in which their friendship grows and grows, building to a point of mutual attraction and affection that is stifling in how well-realized and precarious it feels. The world-building, intentionality, pacing, characterization, and mounting pressure in this fic as Mairon falls deeper into darkness and Galadriel grows more suspicious (though both are clearly in love with each other) is simply luxurious.
WIP, Mature
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The Complete But Never Forgotten Masterpiece: Queen of the Southlands by @formerlyir
What you need to know going in:
Gal doesn’t find out about Sauron’s deception for years, and as a result, she becomes his Queen. The post-S1 ensuing romance, angst, delicious tension and SCORCHING smut is sublime. Get ready for a delightfully unhinged, very devoted Sauron and a Gal who’s rightfully sharp, incredibly brave, and demands what she’s owed. This fic more than sticks the landing at the conclusion — it shreds it. In the absolute best way. I cheered, folks. Cheered.
Complete, Rated Explicit
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The WIP That Will Wreck You (In the Best Way): Litost by @demonscantgothere
What you need to know going in:
It’s no secret that this story, as with every other story I’ve read by Helholden, is wonderful — expect to see their work on this list a few times at least. That being said, I think Litost might be my favorite. It’s post-S1, but by many years, starting with Galadriel being captured and brought back to Numenor as a prisoner of Ar-Pharazôn and his new High Priest of the Cult of Melkor… wonder who that could be? 👀🙃 You guessed it, everyone’s favorite Dark Lord! The resulting twists and turns in this fic continue to surprise, and the angst and longing (on both sides) simmers. The dialogue between these two, when they really communicate, is stellar at getting at the heart of their every conflict. It will pierce you — and you’ll love it.
WIP, Rated Mature
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The Can't Stop Consuming No Matter What Time It Is Fic: Instruments of Salvation by @scriberated
What you need to know going in:
It's Gal who gets hurt when Orodruin erupts, and as a result, Sauron must save her the only way he can — by forging a bond, all while she still believes he's Halbrand, rightful king of the Southlands. As with all of Scriberated's works, the writing is impeccable, the smut is steamy as all hell, and the characterization is 🤌🤌🤌. As Gal and Hal/Sauron's bond grows in strength, so does the pace at which you'll consume this tantalizing treat of a fic. Stop reading because it's bedtime? Doubtful.
WIP, Rated Explicit
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Me at all these fics:
Don't see your story on this list yet? Keyword: yet. Please don't fret! I can only recommend so many each week, but I am always looking for more stuff to read, share, and generally shower with love, so please feel free to reply with your own fics or your personal faves. I have plenty more to recommend... ❤️
Until next week!
#saurondriel#haladriel#sauron x galadriel#galadriel x sauron#galadriel x halbrand#halbrand x galadriel#sauriel#fanfic#fic recs#saurondriel fanfic#haladriel fanfic
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Our War Cry
🌻It is unthinkable that we have come to this day. It is incredible that it is 2022 & here we are, states are beginning to BAN the option for abortion altogether. For those of us who are pro-choice, this is holy-crap scary. I think of my nieces & how I will have to explain to them that the government seems to believe they have a say over what happens to their bodies. I am in…
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#female equality#feminine energy#feminine strength#feminism#health advocacy#health rights#Her Own Gal Friday#march#politics#roe v wade#writers of word press
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Vodka-Lined Tears (One-Shot)
Pairing: Wyll Ravengard x Female Tav
Work Summary:
"Tav was halfway through her drink when she realised that she must’ve made a mistake at some point. Perhaps a series of them."
Female Tav gets spiked at a house party and Wyll comes to her rescue.
College/Modern AU.
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 2755
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Taglist: @mrs-kai-anderson @ang3l1te @missryerye
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Notes:
so basically I've decided to write a series of unconnected modern/college AU one-shots for various BG3 characters. My Gale fic "You Brought Your Worst And I'm Right Here" was originally supposed to be one of them, but I realised that I couldn't fit everything I needed to into a one-shot, so it became a whole series.
I'm a Gale gal so probably most of these are gonna be Gale fics but I've got plans for more fics with Wyll, Shadowheart, Halsin and Karlach too.
warnings for spiking and possible attempted kidnapping/rape
This is set in our universe so tieflings don't exist.
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Tav was halfway through her drink when she realised that she must’ve made a mistake at some point. Perhaps a series of them.
Her first, and biggest, was coming to this party alone. It was a Friday night, and most of her friends were either busy or didn’t feel up to coming tonight. Wyll, who was usually up for dancing even when no one else was, had had a long week of classes and work, and had just wanted to sleep tonight. It was barely 11pm but Tav reckoned he was probably already in bed.
Her second was not being careful enough with her drink. At this point, she was pretty sure that some way, somehow, someone had managed to slip something into it. She had no idea how they’d done it. She had poured it herself, and she hadn’t set it down once. Perhaps she had been distracted while dancing.
In any case, there was something very wrong. She had only had 1.5 drinks and she was feeling dizzy and nauseous. The room was starting to spin. She needed to get out of here because she was sure she was about to throw up.
She stumbled towards the downstairs bathroom, but it was occupied. Desperate, she headed for the front door. There were a few people chatting in the doorway, and more still sitting on the front steps. She pushed her way between them, ignoring the indignant noises they made, staggered over to a plant pot and vomited into it.
There were noises of disgust from all around her. A few of the people shuffled back inside, not wanting to be near her. She retched again.
There was a dim hope that she would be able to throw up whatever drug she’d been dosed with, and then she’d be okay, but as she straightened up, the world began to spin again.
The only thing that kept her from falling was a person grabbing her arm.
“Careful, sweetheart,” came a man’s voice from behind her. “You’re gonna hurt yourself.”
“M fine,” she slurred, trying to pull her arm away. He redoubled his grip.
“You’re not looking so good, sweetheart. Why don’t you come and lie down?”
Her stomach lurched. Was this the man who had spiked her, or just an opportunistic creep? Either way, she had no desire to go anywhere with him.
Unfortunately, her body no longer felt like it was obeying her commands. The man slipped an arm around her waist, trying to guide her down the stairs, away from the party, and her feet moved of their own accord.
“No,” she mumbled, “Don’t wanna…”
She wasn’t sure if he didn’t hear her, or if he was just ignoring her. It was getting hard to keep her eyes open.
“Hey!” A woman’s voice cut through the haze in her brain. The man stopped walking. “Is she alright?”
“She’s fine,” said the man gruffly.
“She doesn’t look fine.” It was another man’s voice this time. “Where are you taking her?”
“Nowhere. Just… finding a place to sit down.”
With great effort, Tav lifted her head. A woman was standing at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed over her chest. She had long dark hair and amber eyes that glittered dangerously. There were two men standing behind her, watching the situation carefully.
Tav made eye contact with the woman and opened her mouth. Her voice didn’t seem to want to work. It took her a few tries, but eventually she managed to gasp out, “Help.” The woman stepped forward immediately.
“Let her go,” she said icily.
The man didn’t react for a moment, seemingly assessing the situation. Clearly realising that this was more effort than it was worth, he let go of Tav, who stumbled forward into the woman. The man turned around, heading straight back into the party.
“Follow him,” the woman hissed at the two men, struggling to keep Tav upright, and they quickly obliged. She turned her attention back to Tav. “Are you alright?” Tav shook her head. “Thought not. Come on.”
With this woman’s help, she managed to sit down on the steps.
“What’s your name?” she asked gently.
“Tav…” It took a lot of effort just to get the word out.
“I’m Lia. Did that guy hurt you?”
“I… don’t know… I think… somebody put something… in my drink…”
Lia pursed her lips. “Is there someone I can call to come and pick you up?”
Tav fumbled for her phone, which was in her jeans pocket. Her fingers trembled as she typed in her passcode, and she hit the wrong buttons twice before it finally let her in.
She passed her phone to Lia. “Call Wyll... With a ‘Y’.”
Lia opened her contacts, scrolled until she found the name, and hit the call button. Tav slumped forward, putting her head between her knees.
“Hi, is that Wyll?” said Lia into the phone. Tav couldn’t hear Wyll’s response. “I’m here with Tav. She’s not doing very well. I think somebody spiked her.”
Although Tav couldn’t make out words, she could hear the frantic tone of his voice through the tinny speaker. Guilt hit her suddenly and surprisingly. It was late. He’d probably been sleeping. Now he was going to have to come and rescue her because she’d got herself into a bad situation.
Tears pricked at her eyes. Her head was already pounding, and a sudden wave of nausea made it worse. Beside her, Lia was reciting the address of the house they were at.
“Okay. I’m sitting on the front steps with her… Don’t worry, of course I’m not going to leave her alone. We’ll see you soon.”
She hung up and tried to hand the phone back to Tav. Tav didn’t react to having the phone pressed into her hand, so Lia slid it into Tav’s pocket.
A moment later, the two men who had been with Lia before reappeared.
“We lost him,” said one of them, sounding angry. “He gave us the slip.”
“How is she?” asked the other, in a much softer voice.
“Her boyfriend is coming to pick her up,” said Lia.
Not my boyfriend, thought Tav, although she didn’t have the energy to waste on saying it. It wasn’t like it mattered to Lia.
She lifted her head to look at the two men. Lia, noticing her sudden responsiveness, said, “Tav, these are my brothers, Cal and Rolan.” She gestured to them each in turn. We’re all gonna stay with you until Wyll gets here, okay?”
Rolan crossed his arms, frowning, but said nothing.
Tav had no idea how long it had been when she finally heard the sound of a car pulling up. Had she passed out? She couldn’t be sure.
“Tav!” Wyll’s voice was like an oasis in a desert. She looked up to see him jogging towards them, a deep frown on his face.
“Wyll…” Tav couldn’t help but smile at him. That only seemed to make Wyll more worried. He squatted down in front of her and tilted her face to look at him.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“Your hand is warm,” she said dreamily. He just blinked at her.
“I’ll take that as a no. Come on.” He straightened up and held out a hand to her. “I’m taking you to A&E.”
Tav shrank back, shaking her head. She hated hospitals.
“Just wanna go home,” she said.
“She’s sounding more coherent than she was when I found her,” said Lia. “I think whatever it is is wearing off. Hopefully.”
Wyll turned to look at Lia. His eyes darted to Cal and then Rolan, and then back to Lia.
After a long pause, he said, “Thank you for calling me. And for staying with her.”
“Well, I wasn’t just going to leave her alone,” Lia scoffed. “But you’re welcome.”
Wyll turned back to Tav. “I’ll take you home then. Come on.”
She grabbed onto a railing to try and pull herself up, but couldn’t get a good grip on it. As she struggled with it, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her upright.
Her stomach swooped uncomfortably. Wyll was holding her pressed against his side, one arm firmly around her waist. She could smell the faded scent of deodorant he must’ve been wearing earlier, and it was dizzying.
“Wyll?” she said breathlessly.
“Yeah?” He turned to look at her, his expression softening.
“Thanks for coming to get me. I’m sorry for ruining your night.”
“Don’t you dare apologise to me.” His voice was stern but gentle. “Come on. Hold onto me. Let’s get you home.”
Tav didn’t remember walking to his car. She didn’t remember the journey home either.
The next thing she knew, she was waking up in an unfamiliar bed, her head heavy and her stomach churning.
She rolled over to see that a bucket had been left beside the bed. She grabbed it with both hands and emptied the contents of her stomach into it. She didn’t stop retching for a long time.
When she finally felt like she had nothing left to expel, she set the bucket down. Her stomach muscles ached. There were tears in her eyes and sweat gathering along her hairline. She felt well and truly awful.
She sat up, trying to make sense of her surroundings. The curtains were drawn, but she could make out the shapes of furniture; there was a desk piled high with books; a shelf with several sports trophies arranged along it; an open door that led to an ensuite bathroom; family photographs lining the walls. Her heart gave a lurch as she realised where she must be.
There was a gentle knock on the door. After a moment, the door opened slightly and Wyll stuck his head in.
Of course, she was in Wyll’s room. She was in Wyll’s bed.
She’d been to his house before, even seen his room before, but never like this.
“Morning,” she said scratchily, trying to hide her embarrassment.
“It’s more like afternoon, actually. How are you feeling?”
“Like I’ve been run over by a truck.”
“I left you some water and some painkillers.” He indicated to the bedside table. Sure enough, there was a tall glass of water and a blister pack of paracetamol.
“Thanks.” The glass was cool against her skin as she picked it up. She sipped the water gratefully, suddenly aware of how parched she was.
“Probably shouldn’t take the painkillers on an empty stomach. I can make brunch?”
Tav’s stomach rumbled. “God, I could marry you right now.”
Wyll laughed in surprise, eyebrows raised. “I… I mean. I’ll cook you something.” There was a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I make some mean pancakes.”
“Pancakes sound soooo good right now.”
“Pancakes it is, then.” He smiled at her. He looked good, dressed more casually than she normally saw him. He was wearing a white t-shirt that clung to his pecs and sweatpants that hung loosely around his hips.
She was suddenly very aware of how terrible she must look. Her hair was a mess and she’d been throwing up.
“Can I use your shower?”
“Of course.”
“Thanks.”
Once she was in the privacy of his ensuite, she felt like she could breathe again. It was no secret that Wyll came from money, and the neat, tasteful decoration of his bedroom and bathroom were emblematic of that.
The water pressure of his shower was much better than hers. It got hot far quicker too. She stepped under the spray, letting the water wash away the sweat and grime and anxiety that had been accumulating all night.
She didn’t have a toothbrush with her, so she borrowed Wyll’s mouthwash and rubbed toothpaste into her teeth with a finger. It wasn’t the most thorough cleaning, but her breath no longer smelled like alcohol and vomit.
Her clothes from last night weren’t exactly clean. She didn’t want to put them back on after everything, so she wrapped herself in a towel and stepped out into Wyll’s bedroom.
He had made the bed in her absence, and the sick bucket was missing. A spike of anxiety went through her about Wyll cleaning up her sick.
God, if he’d ever liked her, she’d probably killed any potential interest by now. She was such a mess and he was so put together.
On his bed, he’d laid out a clean t-shirt and some tracksuit bottoms that were only slightly too big for her. She decided to forgo underwear – she would wash Wyll’s clothes and return them – and dress herself in the clothes he’d left out.
Leaving his room, she was greeted by the pleasant smell of pancakes cooking. She made her way down the stairs, her hand skimming down the balustrade. It was made of real polished wood. Tav didn’t even have stairs in her flat, let alone wooden balustrades.
Wyll was in the kitchen, as she’d expected him to be. A song was playing on the radio that she didn’t recognise, and he was swinging his hips in time with the music. Tav leant back against the doorframe, enjoying the view of his little dance.
He skilfully flipped the pancake over, catching it in the pan. Tav clapped, and he spun to face her, one hand on his chest.
“You scared me,” he said with a chuckle. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough to enjoy the show.”
“Cheeky.” He set the pan back down on the stove.
“Where did you sleep last night? I feel bad for turfing you out of your bed.”
“Ah, the sofa is plenty comfortable.” He tipped the pancake onto a plate. “Don’t feel bad.”
“We could’ve shared, you know. It’s a big bed.”
“Well, I didn’t want you to think I was taking advantage.”
Tav made a small noise of indignation. “I know you, Wyll. And I trust you. Why do you think I called you last night and not someone else?”
“Well, I have a car.”
She shook her head, frustrated at the obfuscation. “You make me feel safe, Wyll.”
Wyll stopped moving. She watched his shoulders rise and fall with a single deep breath. Then he switched the hob off and turned to face her fully.
“Tav, I was really worried about you last night. I was terrified that someone had hurt you.”
Tav grimaced. “It was scary, but once you were there I knew no one could touch me. I knew I was safe with you.”
“Well, I appreciate it. I’m glad that you feel that way.” He frowned. “I’ll admit, the fact that this happened on the one night I decided not to come out with you made me feel… guilty… I should’ve been there to make sure it didn’t happen in the first place.”
She closed the distance between them and put her arms around his waist. He was startled for a moment, but hugged her back.
“You can be a real lunkhead sometimes, you know that?” she said. “You can’t just let me be grateful in peace.”
“I’m sorry.” He squeezed her.
“Don’t you dare apologise. No apologies.” She pulled back to look him in the eye.
“Sorry,” he said again, with half a smirk playing at his lips. She playfully smacked his shoulder. He just grinned back at her.
“You’re my hero. The brave Sir Wyll Ravengard,” she reached up to pinch his cheek, and he batted her hand away, “riding in on his noble steed to rescue a poor damsel-”
“Stopppp, god, you’re unbearable.”
“I feel like a good deed like that should be repaid with a kiss, no?”
He stared down at her. For a moment, it was like time had stopped. The radio was still playing in the background, but the only sound she could focus on was the slight hitch in Wyll’s breathing.
“Is that right?” he murmured, tilting his head towards her.
“Please.” All of the coquettishness was gone from her voice. She felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff.
“Well, how could I refuse?”
His hand came to rest against the curve of her back as he pressed his mouth to hers. His lips were warm and softer than she’d been expecting.
She leant into him, pressing her chest against his. He brought his hand up to her cheek, drawing her closer to him for one moment before leaning back again.
“God, woman, you’re going to be the death of me,” he said, smiling. “Come on, the pancakes are getting cold.”
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Runaway - Chapter Twenty One.
Ooooh you guys... they’re getting nearer to no longer being insufferable! :D You’ve been the absolute best with your continued engagement, honestly cannot thank you enough! Enjoy, and happy Friday!
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“Just sink your weight down into your heels and squeeze the reins. He keeps goofing around because you’re tense and clenching your legs around his sides, so he thinks you’re telling him to go rather than woah,” Manny advised, he, Ed and Hannah riding out over the property the morning after their arrival, Ed doing a perimeter fence check. He usually drove his truck round, but figured it’d be nice to go on horseback and take Manny and Hannah along, making a note of any compromised areas he could then return to later.
“Okay, I think I’ve got it now. It’s been a while, I think I’ve forgotten how to just chill out,” she replied, squeezing the reins as Ozzie began to slow down, snorting and shaking his head, looking over at Midnight, who responded with a piercing squeal.
“Such a typical mare,” Manny laughed, scratching her neck. “Look at you, doing pterodactyl face, you highly strung beast.” She continued to wave her head at Ozzie, her ears flat back until he looked away, Manny entertained at her antics. Hannah seemed to settle more after his suggestions, finding her confidence, trotting ahead suddenly.
“Ed, we got a split piece over here, looks like it’s been leaned on,” she called, Ed riding over and tagging it.
“Good spot, kid. Yeah, they’ve been leaning right up against that, the fat bastards.” It warmed Manny, to see how quickly his grandfather had taken to her. Carmen was a completely different story whenever she visited, refusing to come anywhere near any animal on account of the fact they were smelly, so she said, and she didn’t want to damage her manicure. One of the first things out of Hannah’s mouth as she’d stood with him the morning before, petting the brood mares and foals was how lovely horses smelled. He was inclined to agree.
Sitting aboard Midnight, he felt remarkably content, watching Hannah get excited by the smallest of things, like the sight of a desert iguana basking on a rock, and having his grandfather in mild hysterics at pointing out a cloud that she thought looked like a dick.
“She’s a tonic, that gal,” Ed revealed, Hannah riding ahead a little, keen to be helpful and continue looking for weak points in the fencing. “No bullshit about her, she’s easy going. I feel like I’ve known her much longer than a day, she’s so effortless to get along with.”
Manny smiled proudly at her. “Ain’t she? I couldn’t have asked for a better person to have a baby with.” He then kicked himself internally at his statement, of course, Hannah not being the woman he was engaged to. He had begun to wonder, though, if he did stay with Carmen and this thing he had with Hannah fizzled to nothing, how would she behave as a mother? Would she see how the baby had to come first above her needs? Would she be prepared to go without her regular salon appointments and other such indulgences, because she had a baby to tend to first?
Sometimes, he’d arrive to collect Lola and find that Hannah hadn’t even had chance to shower or wash her hair, she’d been so busy with making sure the baby was catered to and the house semi-clean and organised, and she never bemoaned it. She worked tirelessly and was exhausted a lot of the time, but she thrived, being a mother. He wasn’t sure Carmen ever would. Or maybe he was looking too much into it, and she’d be completely different with her own children? She certainly wasn’t welcoming of Lola. Still.
As it was, things weren’t good between them, Carmen becoming noticeably distant of late. They’d had a huge, blow-up argument the week before, Manny asking her to watch the baby while he took a shower, exiting to find his daughter howling in distress, Carmen sitting there, not interested in even attempting to calm her. She’d never even held her. The incident had pissed him off beyond belief. He felt irritated by it all over again as they continued to ride, circling his shoulders in an attempt to ease the tension he felt creeping over him regarding his situation, one he felt stuck in. He didn’t really know how to move forward with it all, feeling torn.
Much later that day, though, as he and Ed sat on the porch of the ranch, Hannah at the paddock rail introducing Lola to some of the horses, he found a road opened up to him. Or rather, the very person who always did so cut right through his bullshit for him.
“So, boy. How long you been sheathing your shotgun in the baby mama for?"
Manny turned his head slowly, narrowing his eyes. "Do you fucking have to?"
Ed shrugged. “What?"
“Be so fucking all seeing. I swear, you’re omnipotent. I don’t need to say shit and you just read situations like a goddamned book. People talk about the all-seeing eye; I got the all-seeing Ed.”
Again, his grandfather shrugged. “I do when it’s obvious. Body language don’t lie, Manuel.”
“Toss me a light,” Manny grumbled, pulling a joint from his pocket, not immediately able to find his own after a quick pat down. “About a month. Actually, no. Month and a half.”
“And yet, you’re still with that crazy chick?”
Manny took his lighter, sparking it into life, handing it back and taking two big puffs of the strong weed rolled tight within the blunt tube. “Don’t hold out.” His grandfather spoke, making a motion with his hand, Manny passing it to him.
“She isn’t crazy.”
“Liar,” Ed hissed, taking another drag on the joint before handing it back. He didn’t and never had drunk alcohol, tobacco and cannabis his only vices, the latter not too often any longer. “She can’t even acknowledge you have a child. She’s had long enough to get used to the idea. Life ain’t perfect, and it ain’t the baby’s fault, yet from what you’ve told me about the situation when we’ve talked on the phone, she’s acting crazily about it, still. I’m sticking with crazy, because she is, fucking it all up because she’s jealous of a goddamned infant taking the spotlight of your affections away from her.”
Manny shuffled his boot over a weed, sniffing as he took a long drag on the joint.
“And he gives me silence.” Ed beckoned again, Manny handing the joint back. “Ain’t happy with her, are you?”
“Nope.”
“Then why in god’s name are you still with her?” He pointed then, over to where Hannah stood at the paddock gate, Ruby, his beloved mare sniffing Lola, the baby reaching to stroke her soft, chestnut muzzle. “That’s your family, right there. You don’t owe Carmen anything other than the decency to tell her you’ve changed your mind, boy. I might not like her, I think that much is apparent, but for Christ’s sakes, she deserves to know you don’t want to marry her.”
“It isn’t that simple.”
Ed spluttered on a cough. “Bull fucking shit!” His eyes were wide, staring at Manny in disbelief. “You’re not only banging the mother of your child on the side, you’re looking at her with eyes not one ounce short of complete adoration, and yet you’re continuing in an engagement with a woman who you just stated don’t make you happy! Do I have to spell it out? Finish with Carmen and go be happy with Hannah, because she’s the one you want, ain’t she? I’ve known the girl a grand total of a day, and I can tell already that she’s perfect for you. You two, you make sense. You fit.”
Manny took the joint back again, filling his lungs with smoke, holding a husky cough in as he felt his head spin. “Yeah, and what if she don’t want me? What if all I am is a good time to her?”
“Then you’re fucking blind as well as stupid!” Ed was edging onto fury in his assessment of the situation. “I didn’t raise you to be this foolish, because if you’re staying with Carmen out of guilt for cheating on her, or because you’re scared Hannah is gon’ reject you, then that is acting a fool. I taught you better, boy.”
There it was in the sage - if not fierily delivered – advice ranted out by his grandfather. The truth. He both felt bound by guilt and fear to Carmen, and he knew she deserved neither, no matter how much her actions were causing him duress. Her refusal to acknowledge Lola, his continued affair with Hannah, it all pointed at one thing.
His fiancée didn’t have his heart any longer. The woman who held that in the palm of her hand was the woman who he watched lifting their baby aloft in the fading sun, Lola squealing with all the joy Manny saw that Hannah brought to his life, or would bring, if he’d actually let it happen. As he looked out at her, he knew, he had to make it happen. This was his life, and he only got one go at it. This wasn’t a dress rehearsal. He’d met the perfect woman for him, but the timing had been bad. Now she’s returned to his life, he had to act.
“You did, you did teach me better.” Getting up, he left the rest of the joint he’d been smoking with Ed, walking over to Hannah, watching her shield her eyes from the bright, fading sun, orange streaking through the sky, her smile as luminous as those last few remaining rays.
“Look, it’s your daddy. Hey, daddy,” she spoke softly, waving Lola’s hand at him, Manny reaching for his daughter, kissing her head as he held her to his chest. He then looked down at Hannah, reaching for her cheek.
“What are we doing?”
She was confused for a second, not grasping the connotation of his statement. He continued, though. “I mean it, what the hell are we doing?” He leaned to her then, kissing her softly, the moment sadly interrupted by his phone beginning to ring.
“Here, give her to me. I have to go put her to bed anyway,” she spoke, taking Lola back.
“Night, tiny girl. Love you.” Manny spoke, answering the call as Hannah walked back towards the ranch, her head spinning a little, cursing whoever it was on the phone for ruining the moment between them. Once Lola was sorted in her travel crib, she went to go and find Manny, figuring they probably should pick up from where they left off, hearing his voice coming from the bedroom he was in.
“Yeah, yeah I’m having a great time, baby. Okay, I’ll call you tomorrow. Love you.”
His sweet words to his fiancée were in stark contrast to the tender moment they’d shared outside, Hannah paused on the other side of the door, her thoughts going a mile a minute. What were they doing? The more pertinent question, she thought, was what was she doing, getting wrapped up in a man who still happily declared his love to the woman he was engaged to, less than twenty minutes after kissing her.
Still, it took her a beat before she pushed open that bedroom door, ready to confront him.
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memorising their favourite things and treating them when they have a bad day for peterpatterlina plz!
Also tagging @jmrothwell, who asked for this prompt for any pairing, and @innytoes, who asked for it and Reggie/Anyone (it's probably not exactly what you had in mind but I got stuck on Julie being the one who had the bad day)
Julie trudges to her locker, wishing she could simply crawl inside it and power down like some kind of robot. She's really not in the mood…
"Julie!"
…for rehearsal. She bites back a sigh.
Luke and Reggie flank her locker, bouncing on their toes, and Julie just gives them a tight smile, sure that anything she'd say would be too sharp, or it would disappoint them, somehow.
Reggie falters, his own smile going wobbly with uncertainty. Luke, however, is unfazed, and he leans in closer, effectively blocking her from getting into her locker.
"What?" she huffs, crossing her arms.
"We were just thinking that—it's Friday, and we should take a break. Get some snacks, watch some Buffy—"
"Paint our nails!" Reggie chimes in with renewed enthusiasm. "Just hang out."
Julie arches her eyebrows. Her eyes jump from one of them to the other before her gaze finally settles on Luke.
"Really? Reggie, I can maybe believe, but Luke? You want to take a break from rehearsing? For 'girl stuff'?"
"Yes?"
He scrambles to say more as she scowls.
"Okay, maybe that's not exactly what I want. But we know you had a rough day! And we want to make it better. If that means taking a break from music to treat you—then we will. You're more important."
Julie can't help it. She softens her stance.
"Guys…you'd really do that? For me?"
"Course we would, Jules," Reggie says warmly, wearing his widest, crookedest grin. He winks. "Special gals deserve some special treatment now and then."
A giggle escapes before she can stifle it, but Luke drowns it out when he speaks, extra loud in his own brand of enthusiasm.
"Exactly! Plus, Alex and Willie would probably love to replace our usual rehearsal time with a date. It's a win-win."
Julie smiles at the ground, then glances at them through her lashes. "Well…alright."
They whoop and cheer, and she gives them five seconds to bask in their victory.
"Can I get into my locker now, though?"
They freeze, flush, and stammer before finally scrambling out of the way, and Julie's laughter carries down the hall. She has to admit…she's feeling better, already.
"You really know how to spoil a girl," she tells them later, accepting a grape from Luke, who's snuggled into her side, watching Buffy with…minimal complaints.
Reggie looks up from painting her toenails.
"Not any girl. Just you, Julie."
Luke hums in agreement, and Julie can't look at him. The affection in Reggie’s eyes alone is already too much, because…
There's no way they mean that the way it sounds, that they care for her the way she cares for them. It…it can't be that simple.
But then Luke says, "He's right, boss. You're the only one we want to do this sort of thing for. Because—"
"Oh—you couldn't have waited until I was done with her toes?" Reggie asks exasperatedly, because…oops.
She giggles nervously and stops squirming, allowing him to continue without getting any more paint on her skin.
"Sorry, Reggie."
Luke just squawks. "I couldn't have waited? You cut right to the heart of it!"
Julie holds up a finger, stalling the bickering. "Are we calling this a date?"
"That's how you cut to the heart of it," Reggie says through a grin. "I vote yes."
They look to Luke. He shrugs.
"We can take you somewhere, if you'd rather do something more—dynamic."
Reggie hums knowingly. Julie just laughs.
"Is that what you actually want to do?"
Luke splutters. "I—today's about you!"
"Tomorrow, then. How's that sound?"
"Yeah," he says dazedly. "Yeah, okay."
And by the time their official date rolls around…she’s forgotten about the terrible start to her weekend entirely.
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The week flew by and before you knew it, it was already Friday. Your colleagues welcomed you onboard in their own unique ways - some more than others. You were pleasantly surprised by how quickly the new job had become second nature for you as if you had been doing this for years. You felt comfortable around your coworkers.
You couldn’t say you made any friends so far, but you could feel the start of some friendships. Two people that have awfully nice to you the past week are Ingrid Hunnigan and Eric Williams.
Eric is a field agent but that doesn’t stop him from visiting the HQ whenever he can.
An honourable mention would be Leon Kennedy himself. You haven’t had the pleasure of seeing him around much. Hunnigan said he left for a mission a couple of days ago and you can’t help but wonder how they usually go for him. She said they’re usually paired up together, but for this mission, another soul has the pleasure of working with him.
Over the week, you personalized your desk. There’s a photo of you and your family at your high school graduation—you’re smiling, probably because you were finally leaving that hellhole—and a succulent plant.
It’s 6 PM and you know what that means. Everything has become routine for you by now. You start gathering your things and shove them in your bag. Everybody else is going out to have drinks, you were as well.
You join Ingrid and the others as they enter a bar they selected, and take a seat around a table. Inside, you find yourself surrounded by six or seven other people. Ingrid says that this particular bar is usually teeming with more people during the evenings but tonight it's relatively quiet.
There is a lot of chatter around you. You chime in with comments here and there, but mostly keep to yourself and drink the cocktail you ordered; a cosmopolitan.
“So, new kid,” Eric says. He calls you ‘kid’ even though he’s only a few years older than you. At first, it annoyed you, but then Ingrid said not to get too upset because he calls anyone that’s even a year younger than him a kid.
“How are you enjoying things so far? Did you have a good week?” he continues. His question prompted everyone at the table to look at you. It makes you feel a little shy.
You nod, “It was great, actually,” You take a sip of your drink and continue, “It’s been a smooth transition for me. Everyone has been really helpful and welcoming.”
Ingrid nods in agreement, “That’s good to hear. We try to make it as comfortable as possible for new recruits.”
Eric grins, “Well, we’re glad to have you on board. We could use some fresh blood around here.”
The group laughs, and you feel a sense of belonging wash over you. As the night goes on, the group orders more drinks and the conversation flows easily. You find yourself laughing and joking with your colleagues, feeling more at ease around them.
Ingrid ended up having one too many drinks and she needed your help to even walk. She has one arm draped over your shoulder and you have one arm wrapped around her torso.
“Let me help you with that” You hear Eric say and grab Hunnigan by her other hand., “Do you gals have a ride home?” He’s now fully carrying Hunnigan.
“No, I was going to call a taxi...”
“I can drive you, no problem”
You wanted to deny it...
“Sure”
All three of you walk to Eric’s car. Well, only you and Eric walk, Hunnigan is being dragged along. You manage to settle her in the back seat and get in next to her. Hunnigan leans her head against your shoulder.
“She’ll definitely have a hang-over in the morning” Eric jokes. You smile.
“Are you feeling okay?” you ask Hunnigan.
“I’m fine,” she says with a grin, “Just a little too much to drink.”
You chuckle softly, “It happens to the best of us.”
The car ride is quiet, with only the sound of the radio in the background. You can feel Hunnigan's breaths slow down as she starts to drift off to sleep. You can't help but smile as you watch her.
“Do you know where she lives?” you ask Eric. You’ve only been to Hunnigan’s place once before to meet her babies; her two cats Treat and Sponge.
“It’s not the first time this happened” Eric looks at you through the rearview.
You nod and rest your head on top of Ingrids. Her usual perfume is taken over by the booze.
As the car approaches her apartment building, you softly shake Hunnigan awake. Her eyes slowly open, and for a moment she looks a bit confused. You can see the gears in her brain slowly turning as the previous events come back to her in blurs of colour and emotion.
“We’re here,” you say softly. Eric gets out of the driver’s seat and opens the backseat door. You get out and gently help Hunigan out.
“I’ll help her get to her apartment. You can go, I’ll find a taxi to take me home,” you say.
You couldn’t be more grateful that it was on the second floor.
After ensuring your friend was safe, warm and comfortable in her bed, you walked out of the apartment building. You weren't expecting to see Eric outside waiting for you as he leaned against his car smoking a cigarette. The smell of smoke filled the air as he exhaled deeply before turning to face you. His eyes were fixed on you, staring intently with a look of confusion and curiosity that made it nearly impossible for you to look away. He seemed tired and worn.
“You sure took your time, huh?” he says.
“Only because I wasn’t expecting you to wait; You didn’t have to wait for me, really”
“Just making sure my dear colleagues are getting home safe” He drops the cigarette butt on the ground and steps on it “And that includes you too”
You get in the passenger side and buckle your seatbelt. Eric starts the car.
You look at his feature closer. He’s tan with freckles all over his face. His hair is dark brown and curly. You quickly look away once you catch yourself staring. You liked Eric, of course, but you didn’t him to get the wrong idea. You would never date a co-worker. Not after your last relationship.
You explain to him where to drop you off.
The car rides on in silence, with only the sound of the engine and nothing else to fill the void. The radio remains off and neither you nor Eric say anything to break the tranquillity. You’re lost in your thoughts, doing your best to keep your eyes open, even though each passing second feels like an eternity. You focus on the road ahead ready to tell Eric the next turn.
After what feels like hours, you finally arrive at your destination. You take a deep breath before turning to face Eric. He’s looking out the window, staring off into the night sky with an expression you can’t place.
“Thank you,” and with that you unbuckle your seatbelt and open the car door. You take a moment to look at Eric again.
“Good night,”
“Good night, kid”
You dive into your purse searching for your keys, feeling the exhaustion deep in your bones and weighing down your eyelids. After what seems like an eternity, you find them tucked away between some old receipts and a tube of lip balm.
Leon arrives home completely exhausted, feeling the after-effects of his recent missions. He's been pushing himself too hard, and he knows he needs a break. He longs to just take some time to himself, to relax and unwind away and not worry for a little while. Maybe a vacation somewhere secluded where can get away from everything.
Thankfully now, he is home. He doesn’t even bother to go to his bedroom and just plops on the couch. He kicks off his boots and gets in a more comfortable position. The lights aren’t even on. The only light is coming from the outside streetlamps and the moon.
He reaches for the remote and turns on the TV. A drama that Ingrid talked to him about is being aired. He only recognises it because she was adamant of showing him photos of the characters she thought were the best looking.
The world and its worries forgotten, he drifts off to sleep, succumbing to the beckoning of slumber before the episode finished. Even after all this time, learning how to relax was still something he needs a lot of work on.
As he drifted off to a deep sleep, his thoughts suddenly turned to you and where you might be at this very moment. The two of you hadn't really spoken since your brief interaction on Monday; if that could even be classified as an interaction.
Leon ended up having a dream that night. A good dream snuck its way through the ocean of lingering nightmares he still gets. A good dream he couldn’t remember what it was about in the morning.
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In Baltimore City, MD: Returned to the shelter: a quiet and gentle 12 y/o senior gal is looking for a life of love and leisure - BARCS, Baltimore MD
Boo Kitty- 12 years, altered female, 8lbs
FELV-/FIV-
Update 12/26: Despite reported inappropriate urination in the foster home, Boo Kitty has been consistently using the litterbox since being returned to the shelter.
12-year-old Boo Kitty has a gentle and peaceful demeanor, and would make the perfect parallel play friend. At her age, she is practical enough to want her own space while calm enough to politely invade yours. When she wants love, she’ll show off her crispy meow for pets. She especially loves having her cheeks rubbed. She loves being brushed and won’t hesitate to ask you to keep going with a gentle touch.
Boo Kitty is a sweet cat that prefers to spend her day in a quiet environment or cuddled up with someone. She’ll stay in the room with you all day and will only roam for a little at night before she comes back to you.
In Boo Kitty's previous home, she felt a bit nervous around other animals and children, so she would thrive as the sole pet in a quiet environment. If you're seeking a serene and loving companion, Kitty might just be the refined lady you've been searching for.
In November, Boo Kitty underwent a full mouth extraction to address her many broken and severely infected teeth, and she's been on methimazole to control her thyroid levels, so we know she has to be feeling much better than she did several months ago. She was also recently returned from foster due to inappropriate urination. A UA showed no signs of infection, so we're continuing to monitor for now.
No senior should spend their days in a shelter, and sweet senior Boo Kitty is of course no exception. She'd love to have a home by the holidays.
Please let us know if your organization can help!
Thank you,
The BARCS Rescue Team
Baltimore Animal Rescue & Care Shelter (BARCS)
New Address! 2490 Giles Rd, Baltimore, MD 21225
[email protected]| (410) 396-4695
Rescue pick-up hours:
Monday-Friday: 10:30 a.m.-6:30 p.m.
Saturday and Sunday: 8:30 a.m.-4:30 p.m
Adoption hours:
Monday-Friday: 2 p.m.-6 p.m.
Saturday and Sunday: 11 a.m.-4 p.m.
Baltimore Animal Rescue and Care Shelter, Inc. (BARCS) | 2490 Giles Rd, Baltimore, MD 21225
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for your domestic eddissy - eddie and chrissy watching movies while it’s storming outside 🥺🖤💞🫶🏻
Rainy Days 🤍
An: thank you for this request! 🥺🥺 I hope you enjoy my darling <3
Rain can be a burden, especially with how hard Hawkins gets hit with the constant gloomy weather
However, Eddie and Chrissy never seem to mind because rain means spending the night in
It’s a Friday afternoon, the bell would ring and they’d sprint through the halls together
laughing dramatically as soon as they exit the premises and become soaked
Stopping at the family video a little bit after, saying hi to Steve and robin if they’re working, and pick out a bunch of movies to last them till the sun is shining
Chrissy chooses her usual favourites; pretty in pink, breakfast at Tiffany’s, and Valerie’s week of wonders
Eddie on the other hand goes for the movies Chrissy wouldn’t watch
He rents out the evil dead, the wicker man, and some new David Lynch movie called blue velvet
After that’s all sorted out, they head back to his trailer and claim the couch for themselves
He spoons her tightly by cuddling her body as she lays on top of his chest
Eddie also gives her a million little head kisses
Of course, the blanket she leaves at his place for whenever she sleeps over is wrapped around the two of them
They also have a variety of snacks scattered around; cookies, chips, and anything that’d give you a sugar rush
Eddie manages to always fall asleep during Chrissy’s movies, but she doesn’t mind because she thinks his snoring is adorable
However, she’s always on the edge when they watch his
“Eddie, it’s too scary, I can’t look,” she’d cry out while trying to bury her face deep into his arms
“I did not date a gal who can’t handle the undead! No hiding,” he’d jokingly reply back, playfully pushing her to face the television
The ravenous thunder that’s coming from outside also makes Chrissy jolt a little
Eddie finds it cute and think she resembles a tiny kitten
When the movies start to become less entertaining, the two of them would just talk
Chrissy would have her legs sprawled across Eddie as he’d run his hands up and down them, and just like that they’d ramble on and on
The rain doesn’t stop, resulting in the couple passing out till the sounds of Eddie’s Uncle returning home from the plant in the morning wakes them
He doesn’t mind though, it makes him happy to see his nephew so in love
Their rainy day activities carry out as a new tradition
It follows with them till they’ve moved out and have their own apartment together
Even as the years go by and the movies they watch have changed, the love they always have remains
Tysm for reading babies 🥺 reqs are open 🤍
#chrissy x eddie#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#grace van dien#joesph quinn#eddssy#eddissy#stranger things#stranger things 4#steve harrington#robin buckley#chrissy cunningham x eddie munson#eddie x chrissy#stranger things headcanons
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Fic Friday! ❤️ Rebel’s Weekly Fic Recs
This week’s recs are…
As always, please mind the tags on any recommended story for your own personal preferences.
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The Classic You’ve Heard Of But Somehow Haven’t Read Yet: Perilous Wanderings by Wolftales
What you need to know going in:
The OG Sauron impersonates Celeborn in Gal’s dream fic! Or, at least for me—fairly certain I came across this one first, so forgive me if I’m mistaken, this may have just been my experience. Regardless, SUCH a great, dark entry into the Sauron impersonates Celeborn camp. A quick, 2-chapter read that will stir your emotions and is definitely steamy, to say the least. 🔥 I love how much Galadriel won’t give into Sauron in this, as well as how much she knows how to push his buttons… he’s delightfully greedy and definitely a little unhinged in trying to get her to submit to him. Sidenote: there are so many great one-shots and short fics I’ve read or bookmarked that I almost think I need to do a special short fic edition of this series… thoughts? 👀
Complete, Explicit
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The AU You Need to Immerse Yourself In Because, Well, Wow: Rainbow of Chaos by @yletylyf
What you need to know going in:
Another AU from the amazing @yletylyf! Two weeks in a row, I know, but this AU is so unique and their writing is so great I feel justified. The premise alone had me clicking immediately: a LOTR-era AU in which Sauron still has access to a fair form, and sets out to retake the One Ring himself. Spoiler alert: he succeeds, and the story truly kicks off from there with a repentant (maybe) Sauron and a Galadriel who’s tempted to believe him. Featuring a smattering of favorite LOTR characters so far, including Gollum, Gandalf, Aragorn, Frodo and more, it feels like early stages for this fic, but I’m so intrigued to see where it goes. One thing I love about @yletylyf’s work is their characterization—like Through Peril and Fire, there’s this unique frankness to every interaction; every piece of dialogue, but each one is so potent. It creates this really rare effect and cadence that resonates.
WIP, Teen
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The Complete But Never Forgotten Masterpiece: On the Twelfth Night, or, Epiphany: How Galadriel Seduced a Priest and Discovered the True Meaning of Christmas by @thrillofhope
What you need to know going in:
Okay, I know I’ve now put two authors from last week again this week and I promise I’m not TRYING to do that, my faves are just my faves, and this fic stole my whole goddamn soul this past weekend so I HAD to. I HAD to. (Promise, I will spread more of the love next week. I have all the plans. I have LISTS. Promise.) But seriously, I had this fic open in my tabs for weeks and held off starting it because I somehow knew it was going to crawl into my brain and blow me away and when I finally gave in and started reading it last weekend, I could. Not. Stop. In other words, I wasn’t disappointed. One of my first few modern AUs, this story sees Galadriel attempting to seduce Halbrand, a priest, after a bet with one of her brothers. It’s very Fleabag-inspired in plot and tone and @thrillofhope NAILS it. Hilarious, gut-wrenchingly romantic, and so goddamn sexy it kills, I’m genuinely not convinced the author isn’t Phoebe Waller-Bridge. Like my watch of Fleabag, I'm so glad I got to binge it because waiting for each chapter would’ve been torture.
Complete, Explicit
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The WIP That Will Wreck You (In the Best Way): The Chain {Series} by @hazelmaines
What you need to know going in:
-insert me groaning- This fic, the ANGST. The sublime tenderness. It’s so damn good, guys, so damn good. Originally a collection of one-shots, @hazelmaines recently consolidated into a multi-chapter fic plus a bonus alternate ending story in the series called Negotiation. I recommend gobbling ALL of it up and subscribing. Onto the premise: The Chain starts during RoP and diverges from canon somewhere around episode 5, and sees our lovebirds forming a bond in the Unseen world… and they’re not the only ones paying attention. Without revealing too much, some highlights include everything we missed on the ride to Eregion (👀👀👀) and a ton of lovely backstory from Valinor threaded throughout. The additional context, the missing histories, and the dreamlike quality to all of it paints an incredibly rich history for both Sauron and Galadriel and really contextualizes their building bond. Again, don’t want to reveal too much… but I’m super excited to see where this goes and how it grows. Definitely get caught up if you’re not already reading!
WIP, Mature
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The Can’t Stop Consuming No Matter What Time It Is Fic: Shadow-Bride by eye_of_a_cat
What you need to know going in:
Another favorite from eye_of_a_cat and for great reason—as always, every word shines. A post-S1 epic with a distinct fairytale vibe, as it’s framed as a story told by Sauron and Galadriel to each other many, many years later. The story starts in earnest after Galadriel discovers the truth about Sauron, and then proceeds with Sauron negotiating saving the elves from fading in exchange for Galadriel as his bride. You can guess how she might feel about that… 🤣 From there, they journey to Pelargir, and much ensues—animosity, simmering tension, exchanges of power, and so much more, including a well-rounded cast of characters. Without spoiling anything, I’ll say that this fic constantly has me on the edge of my seat, and the last few chapters had me spinning out a little bit from the surprises. It’s a delicious, tantalizing slow burner and every second is 🙌.
WIP, Explicit
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Me at all these fics:
Don’t see your story on this list yet? Keyword: yet. Please don’t fret! I can only recommend so many each week, but I am always looking for more stuff to read, share, and generally shower with love, so please feel free to reply with your own fics or your personal faves. I have plenty more to recommend… ❤️
Until next week!
#saurondriel#haladriel#saurgal#sauriel#galadriel x sauron#sauron x galadriel#galadriel x halbrand#halbrand x galadriel#galadriel#sauron#halbrand#saurondriel fanfic#saurondriel fic#haladriel fanfic#haladriel fic#trop fanfiction#rings of power#rings of power fanfiction#fanfic recs#fic recs#fic rec
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Arriving to Japan
Part 145(TIS)
You and Sana arrive to Japan, you get your belongings and go to the hotel. It’s a suite with 2 bedroom /1 bath. The first thing you do is call Jihyo and let her know that you have arrived. Dahyun is try next to Jihyo and says that she wishes you the best. You ask to see the kids through FaceTime and they do. You see Jisoo, Ari and Hina having breakfast at the dining table. You call all three of them by name but only Jisoo looks at the camera. After some small talk, you say your goodbyes.
Sana then comes up to you and shows you her confirmed schedule that manger unnie sent her. There will be two important events that you will need to be sana and there would be breaks that he can look for Mina.
Monday- Day off
Tuesday- Sana photo shoot
Wednesday- event half day
Thursday - off day
Friday- back to Korea
You tell Sana that you are going to do your best to be there for her but that Mina is your priority. “I understand y/n, I would like to see Mina too. I can cover for you as much as you’d like but make sure you don’t neglect your duties too” says Sana. “Yes, I’ll try my best to not put you in a tough situation” you say.
“Since we have today off we can go look for her, should we check for home? It’s not too far away from here, maybe less than an hour away” says Sana. “Okay let’s do that you reply.” “Let me take a shower first tho, okay? Says Sana. “Yeah, no problem. I’ll probably take one too after.”
You each go to your own rooms and unpack your belongings. You go to the living room and sit at the dining table and do some busy work for the trip. You hear the shower turn on and wait for sana to finish. When she is done she gets out of the bathroom and heads to her room. You wait a couple of minutes and get ready to take your. As you walk into the bathroom you smell a familiar scent that freezes you. “It… it smells like strawberries.” You begin to panic and lock the door behind you. You look around in the shower and nothing, you look in the bottom shelf of the sink and you find a small pink shampoo with a strawberry picture label. “What the f..k, why is this bear? you say surprised. “Don’t tell me she’s the mystery woman, from before” you tell yourself. You get goosebumps just thinking out it. “What am I supposed to do? I’m all alone with her here for the next few days. Should I confront her? Or should I just pretend I didn’t see anything and wait until we get home? I don’t know what to do” as you pace around the bathroom. You quickly try to put back the shampoo back in its pace and just throw it in and close the drawer.
You think about your options as you take a cold shower. Debating if it’s better to pretend that nothing happened, until you get back to Korea. You don’t want anything to be in the way of you meeting Mina. You then exit the bathroom and head to your room to change and head out with “sana” and find the mother of your children.
You order a taxis and ask them to drop you off somewhere in their neighborhood. You both walk around the area and hopes of finding her but no luck. “Let’s go to Mina’s house and see if anyone is there” you say. “Okay sounds good” says Sana. You walk to her house and nock on the door, but no answer. You knock again and same result. You try to call Mina’s mom but the call says that the person who you are try to call is not available. “Fuck” you say out loud in frustration. “Don’t be mad y/n, maybe they went out and they have no signal” says Sana. “I doubt it, but we can’t do anything about it. Maybe we can come another time” you say.
You both walk down and see an old lady trying to peek through her fence. You walk to her and ask “excuse me halmeoni, do you happen to know where the people would live there are by chance?” you ask. “Who are you to them” asks the old grandma. “We are high school friends with one of their children, we came out of town to visit the area and wanted to stop by” says Sana enthusiastically. “Aren’t you a pretty gal” says the grandma while holding Sana’s hand. Sana laughs and the grandma smiles. “Okay, you two seem like nice children so I’ll tell ya.” “Thank very much halmeoni” you both say. “The family over there went out of town maybe two weeks ago and haven’t come back since. They did mention that they would be back soon but didn’t say when. Maybe this week perhaps” says the old lady. “Thank you very much halmeoni” says Sana. “You’re welcome, you are such a sweetie. Are you single? I have a grandchild that’s around your age and you’ll be a perfect match. Want me to introduce you to him?” says the old lady. “Haha haha, I appreciate the offer but, this guy right here is my boyfriend. Right sweetie!” says enthusiastically as she puts her arms around yours. “Yes, she’s my precious girlfriend” you say. “Ohh what a bad luck. If you ever break up then I’ll introduce you to my grandson” she laughs. “You’re such a jokester halmeoni” says Sana. “Haha alight, why don’t you youngsters visit the local festival that’s going to be happen this week. Y’all have fun.” “Thank you halmeoni, we will. Thank you again for your time” as you both leave.
“What a waste of time” you say. “Don’t be like that y/n, we’ll find her. Be optimistic.” says sana. “Yeah you’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just… I just want to find her and see if she’s okay. I’m scared that Ari and Hina might forget here. They are almost one in a couple of months and I don’t want them to have their mother not there for them” you say in a sad voice. “It’s okay, I’m here for you” as she gives you a hug. “Thank you, Sana. You have been a great help. I don’t know how I can every repay for being a mother figure for my girls. I really appreciate.” “Don’t worry, I’m always here for you and the girls. They are practically like my daughters haha” sana laughs.
“Why don’t we stop by for some dinner before heading back?” asks Sana. “Sounds good, let’s go” you say.
Both of your search for a good spot to have dinner. Once you do find it you call a taxi and head to the place. Both of you enjoy your food and time together. Sana takes a lot of pictures of the food and the surroundings. After your meal you head back to the hotel to rest and call it a night. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day and you’ll need all the energy you can save up.
You both enter the suite and place your left over food in the fridge. You then head to your room and so does sana. You text her that you’ll be calling it a night and that you’ll see her early tomorrow morning. “Good night” say replies.
She on the other hand gets undressed and  wants to rinse her body before going to sleep. She heads to the bathroom and places her towel in the towel rack. She opens the drawer, where she put her toiletries. She notices that something is out of place. She looks at the drawer and lifts the item that has been intentionally moved. She holds it in her hand, looks at it and smirks.
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