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It's been a while since I did a local off leash hike with the dogs and this weekend is looking to be fairly quiet so I figured we were due. Checked my favorite, and one of the only, places and it's now no dogs allowed.
One of those 'we take your dog hiking' companies started using it and unsurprisingly dog fights and human bites became an issue. I encountered them on my last hike there. Two people with about 20 off leash dogs that they had little to no control over. Sounds great in theory but quickly falls on it's face in reality. So that sucks.
Did some interwebs poking around and my only local alternative is SniffSpot (aka air bnb for dogs). Booked a place with 4 acres, a creek, and some trails for an hour and a half. Not thrilled to have to pay for something we used to get for free. But at the same time it's less than $35 for a guarantee that my dogs will be the only dogs there and can safely enjoy the space.
Fingers crossed it's as advertised and we get to have good, safe, fun.
#dogblr#i'm just rambling#dog life#off leash hiking#everything costs money#weary sigh#dog hiking companies are like public dog parks#great in theory and shit in practice#i get the appeal#but once you start asking relevant questions it all falls apart#blah blah ramblings
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𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗢 𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗧 𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗦
Now, because I’ve kept forgetting to make this post after I posted about by Narnia babies (and because I said I was going to make it yesterday in order to piss off our new little basically-anon friend and I am nothing if not committed to spiting assholes), I present to you all my three new Ted Lasso OCs who will be joining my boy Will Welton! Unlike Will, these three lovelies are part of an entirely different fic (if I ever actually write it, that is), and this is the first time I’ve had more than one OC in the same story, so I’m really excited to share them with you guys!! Their official intro posts might not be up for a little bit, but feel free to ask me questions about them!!
MELLY LOVELACE:
— Sam ship.
— The name on her birth certificate is Amelia Euphemia, but no one but her mother is allowed to call her that and anyone else will get a good sock in the teeth if they try it.
— Member of a girl group called Electra Hearts, along with her roommates and besties Ji and Day (the other OC babies). They’re a group that sings covers, usually taking gigs at dingy pubs and clubs when they can get them, and taking a bunch of little part-time jobs to cover the rest of their bills.
— Childhood friends and sweethearts with Jamie, but he dumped her once he started getting big as a football player (mainly because his father got in his head about Melly “distracting” him from making it big, but she doesn’t know that until way later). She never quite got over being dumped like that, because she really loved him, and she’s certainly pretty angry at even the thought of Jamie for a while.
— The girls all move to Richmond when Ji gets a job as the team’s new official photographer, and as such Melly is forced to see Jamie again after years of refusing to watch or interact with the sport of football at all. Over time, as all three girls start to become fixtures at Richmond and close with the team, she and Jamie do start to become friends again, but they’re definitely a lot more snappy and bickering with each other than they ever were before (and Melly becomes wildly overprotective for a little bit when she realizes Ji and Jamie are interested in each other).
— Have you guys ever seen that one quote that’s like “before I am a woman I am a menace to society”? That’s basically Melly in a nutshell.
— She’s feral. She advocates violence as a first response. She carries a pocket knife with her at all times. She once ate an entire banana peal on a dare (from Jamie, of course). She’s a complete bisexual mess and I love her.
— She and Sam are also super incredibly cute together! They’re very black cat x golden retriever and the entire team ships them (including Ted and Beard, of course, because we all know they are the captains of any and all relevant ships going on in the club).
JIANG “JI” LIN:
— Jamie ship.
— The bestest little non-binary sweetheart.
— Member of Electra Hearts along with Melly and Day, but mostly takes photography jobs outside of band gigs rather than waitressing or barmaid jobs like their friends.
— During her revamp of the club after taking over from Rupert, Rebecca sees Ji’s photography site and notices how all their reviews praise their work but acknowledge that they’re very nervous around new people. She hires them as the new official club photographer as another part of her plan to take down Richmond, figuring that putting such a nervous person around a bunch of rowdy athletes will either negatively affect their work or cause them to quit and create a story about how Richmond drove away a talented photographer.
— However, she fails to realize that Ji is a lot braver when their friends are around and once they get to know people, and by the time Rebecca’s scheme starts to fall apart they’re a genuine member of the Richmond family and a sibling/child figure to everyone in the club. (Including Rebecca herself, once she apologizes for hiring Ji for selfish reasons and is forgiven and they actually start getting to know each other.)
— Ji is an absolute sweetheart once they’re comfortable around people, always willing to listen and try to help when someone is struggling and fiercely loyal to the people they care about. Melly and Day like to teasingly call them “sunshine,” and some of the Richmond players refer to them as Ted’s mini-me (said with love, of course).
— They fully expect to hate Jamie as much as Melly seems to when they first start working with Richmond, and they definitely don’t exactly like him at first, but they also see pretty quickly how much hurt and insecurity he’s actually hiding behind his cocky demeanor, and they make it clear that he’s free to talk to them at any point if he needs to, which turns out to be just what he needs, and the more time they spend together the more they seem to fall for each other.
— Ji feels terrible about it at first, having feelings for their friend’s ex, but after Melly goes through a brief overprotective freaking out phase upon realizing that they like each other, she doesn’t hesitate to give them both her blessing, and they actually become a very cute couple!
— Ji might be a sweetheart, but they also don’t put up with Jamie’s shit and encourage him to become a better person, and in that sense they’re really perfect for each other.
DAISY “DAY” HARVINGTON:
— Poly Roy and Keeley ship.
— Third and oldest member of Electra Hearts, but she’s not that much older than Melly and Ji (they all met at uni when Day was in her third year and the other two were freshmen).
— Generally the one in charge of booking gigs for the group, and the informal “leader” of the trio.
— Not exactly the most responsible of them, though; she’s had a lot of issues in her life and had various shitty boyfriends and girlfriends, so she kind of struggles to trust anyone who isn’t Ji or Melly. (She’s not exactly rude or standoffish, but she generally tries to avoid talking about herself or being alone with anyone who isn’t her friends.)
— She actually does form a bond pretty quickly with Keeley, though, mainly because Keeley thinks she’s very cute and interesting and refuses to let Day keep her at a distance.
— Takes a job as a bartender at May’s pub when Electra Hearts moves to Richmond, and May basically adopts her as a daughter since she doesn’t have a good relationship with her biological family.
— At first she and Roy are sort of just like two black cats chilling together, spending most of their time just sitting in silence doing separate things and counting that as hanging out, but when he starts dating Keeley and Day spends more time as him as a result they actually get close.
— And at some point Day realizes she has feelings for both of them, which terrifies her and makes her withdraw from everyone a little, but eventually Melly and Ji scheme to get her to talk to Roy and Keeley and she learns that they both have feelings for her too.
— They still don’t get together immediately after that, partially due to Day’s relationship trauma and partially because none of them have ever been in a poly relationship before and they’ll need to learn to navigate that dynamic, but once they do they are all a completely adorable throuple that everyone ships! (Other than some nosy sports journalists - NOT TRENT - who Roy has to punch for insulting his girlfriends.)
— Also obviously Roy and Keeley don’t break up in this story, and they and Day live happily ever after! (Literally everyone does in my story, of course, but them especially.)
Alright, that’s it for info about these beauties for now!! Again, it might take me a while to make some official intro posts for them, but if anyone has any questions feel free to send them in!!
(Tagging @auxiliarydetective because she is also a fan of Will, @themaybewoman because they’ve interacted with Will content before so maybe they might like these babes, @purpleyearning because they did ask a looooonnnnggg time ago for me to tag them if I ever made a poly Roy and Keeley OC, and @eddiemunscns because she did say she’d be down to talk Ted Lasso OCs!! <3)
#plot bunnies#upcoming ocs#fic: wonderwall#oc: melly lovelace#oc: jiang lin#oc: day harvington#ted lasso ocs
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Be At Ease
(I replayed Our Life for the millionth time, and with the Baxter DLC in progress, I wanted to write something. GB Patch hired writers, and I would kill for an opportunity(that I can't have for various reasons). Since I can't, I'm gonna just write what I would put in if I had the power to because I am an absolute bitch for comfort fluff.)
Notes; Gender-Neutral pronouns used, the use of Y/N(forgive me), mild MC story imposing(I made up the job you'd have but it's not relevant at all), mildly sad undertones?? it's comfort fluff. Possible ooc Baxter? I have only his cameos and Tumblr posts from GB to go on.
Rejoining with Baxter had been fairly enjoyable, even if unexpected. A lot had changed. Excluding things like appearance, but job-wise. Y/N had gone into the hospitality business and very quickly became quite successful off of it, starting a new branch of hotels, rather than working for a pre-existing one. The first one made was, of course, situated in Sunset Bird. It seemed only fitting. With things like tourists, business conferences, and other things, it became an affluent career. One thing that brought in people and good money were weddings. Whether they chose the hotel to stay at or decided to rent it for the venue/after-party.
Naturally, when they got the arrangements to meet with this couple's wedding planner, they hadn’t expected such a familiar face. It was a pleasant surprise though. That Summer a few years ago had felt all too short, spending more time with him was a great opportunity in their mind. He seemed to agree. Though, one thing that always stood out back then as it did in the present, was just how often Baxter would backtrack. Always sensing the risk of “stepping on someone’s toes”, as he once said. He was good at keeping it subtle, but Y/N was a bit more observant than most. They liked to think so, anyway. For every time he would get comfortable, let himself be how he was naturally, a rather charming flirt with the best intentions…He’d step back. Hesitate. Maybe it was how he was raised or maybe he had experiences in the past where such behavior got him into trouble. But watching him take so much personal effort to prevent him from just being honest with himself, well it was exhausting as it was upsetting.
At some point, it got too much to ignore. Especially when he still did it when alone with Y/N, in his own apartment no less.
“You carry yourself so tensely…like you’re always afraid of misstepping.” They said softly, voice airy and light. The apartment was dim. Moonlight spilled in from large windows, it was enough to see. He stood there with his arms comfortably crossed. In his normal posture, face now scrunched up with some confusion, though he kept a laid-back smile to mask it. “Whatever do you mean?” He chuckled quietly. They looked at him with sympathy and stepped forward. “You know exactly what I mean,” Y/N began. “You’ll let go every now and then, but only for a moment. Not even a minute later you’ll freeze over again. Backtrack, worried you’ve done too much. That can’t be easy. It’s got to be tiresome.”
Baxter swallowed and cleared his throat. He went to speak despite not really having a response formulated in his head. They beat him to it. “Stop. Just for a moment.” He blinked and stopped himself from speaking. “Drop your arms. Let’em fall like dead weight.” Though a bit hesitant, he did as asked, still confused. They rose their hands carefully and covered his eyes, holding his face in the process. Careful and mindful of his hesitation and confusion. “Don’t ask questions, just listen. Breathe in and focus on that alone.” Y/N whispered. Not raising their voice more than that. It would break the peace of the air around the both of them.
It was quiet. Occasionally, there was a passing car, the rush of wind past windows, but specifically was the distant sound of the sea. The apartment was close to the beach, one of its features, the view was as beautiful as the sound. Baxter wasn’t much for doing things like swimming or surfing like Cove was, but he did find some peace in the ocean. Albeit a different kind of peace. It used to remind him of tense fishing trips with his father, something he wasn’t very good at, nor was it something he was really interested in to begin with. But with the arrival into Sunset Bird for that one Summer, his opinion of it changed. Now he considered it a holder of fond memories and a time of independence and acceptance.
And aside from that, there was their voice. Maybe he was biased in finding that sound the most favorable. He heard them mutter to keep his eyes closed as they removed their hands, he listened, feeling them briefly brush his bangs from his face. A delicate act that held nothing but sweetness, and though embarrassing, it was enough to make his heart stutter. If only for a moment. Gently placed hands rested on his shoulders, and he tensed momentarily. “You don’t have to be so perfect all the time.”
“You’re meticulous, you were taught to be, I know that. But I’ve seen those moments where you lighten up, loosen the reins, let yourself breathe. Then you pull yourself back again. Don’t do that, not right now.” They insisted. Their voice was warm like the Summer air outside. They applied the tiniest amount of pressure on his shoulders, barely noticeable, a light signal to let them drop. That coupled with the words of encouragement helped them loosen further. Though just a few moments ago, Baxter was certain they were already as relaxed as they’d get. “Don’t put any effort into it. You’re in your own home. No one is here to judge your movements, you’re not being scored. You’re just here. And it’s only me…” His face twitched with a frown for a moment. Not out of anger or annoyance, but a bit of sadness. He knew he was like this, if subconsciously, but he figured he hid it well. There was a bitterness to the note that someone noticed. Even if it came with an aftertaste of sweetness.
They had cared enough to notice.
The same gentle hold from his shoulders rose to his face again, cupping it lightly, grazing their nails over the skin. Making him shiver slightly. Warm palms against his cheeks, a mild pressure against his cheekbones applied by their thumbs. “Take a deep breath.” With their instruction he did so, it was a bit stuttered, shaky. “Let the stress leave with it…” Y/N added. “Let it all go.”
The effect was strange and sudden. For just a moment, his body went slack completely. Everything melted for the quickest second, leaving his knees weak. Not enough to fall, but enough to stumble slightly, ultimately ending with him leaning forward. They essentially caught him, moving their head to the side to let his forehead rest on their shoulder. Without missing a beat, they adjusted their posture to let him have better support. One hand rested on his shoulder blades, the other delicately brushed through his hair. Ensuring he wouldn’t fall and more importantly, he wouldn’t be left vulnerable on his own. Y/N whispered reassurance and praise, it kept him from freezing over again.
“There you go…just let it leave. It’s alright. You’re okay. You deserve to feel at ease.” Baxter let out a shaky sigh and wobbled a little where he stood. But it was nothing but pleasant, completely light. As if a ton had suddenly dropped off, a weight he had been so used to, he didn’t know was there. He’d lived with it for so long that he hadn’t even noticed. People could get used to anything eventually. For a brief moment, he wondered if they’d somehow used magic to get him this way. Even though that concept was completely ludicrous. He brushed off the thought quickly. He didn’t want to think, not yet, he had plenty of time in his life to overthink his hours away. Staying like this…this was nice, and he couldn’t help but indulge in it. For a while anyway, after all, they said he deserved it.
#ourlife#our life beginnings & always#gb patch games#gb patch#our life baxter#our life x reader#baxter ward#visual novel#i didnt like him at first#he grew on me#now i just wanna hug him#give him a forehead smooch
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So... What Really Happened With Computo?
The Legion #12
We read this together people and that's not quite what happened.
The specific order of events that led up to Computo's creation, his attempted apocalypse, and assumed 'abandonment'/'death' were very specific and none of them involved a lack of compassion on Querl's part.
This is just going to walk through the entire arc to detail specifically what happened point by point so we don't miss any relevant steps.
LOSH '89 Issue #95
Querl along with several of his teammates were stranded in 1996. Querl came up with a plan to get everyone home but he needed to gather various pieces of tech in order to do it first.
Querl invaded a Magnus Robotics lab looking for a responsometer which is an important component for his computer he needs.
Querl is apprehended by The Metal Men and at first he does not believe that they are anything but non-sentient robots, he is proven wrong, apologizes, and gives back the responsometer he stole.
Legion of Super-Heroes (1989) #95
Owing the Metal Men an explanation Querl reveals why he needed the responsometer - to upgrade it for his reality-breaking physics shattering computer. It would evolve them to a higher consciousness and intelligence unlike anything that existed.
This intrigues Veridium "Doc" as his goal is to upgrade and evolve. Veridium makes a deal with Querl - he willingly agrees to donate himself to be upgraded.
LOSH '89 Issue #96
It is revealed firmly that Veridium is there willingly to donate himself to Querl's computer. It is also revealed that two members of the Metal Men (Platinum and Iron) have complaints about it because Veridium is their friend. They don't want him to upgrade or change. This will prove to be the main foil later.
Legion of Super-Heroes (1989) #96
LOSH '89 Issue #97
Querl makes a deal with Metron that if he gave them a Mother Box, then Saturn Girl would let him continue to link his mind with her to discover what she knows about The Source. He does not discover anything, but he keeps his end of the bargain and gives them a Mother Box. It is the final thing Querl needs to get them home.
Legion of Super-Heroes (1989) #97
LOSH '89 Issue #98
Querl combines the sentient Mother Box (he doesn't know she's sentient) with Veridium's responsometer and together they create a new consciousness: Computo.
Iron and Platinum are distressed by this and force Querl to stop his experiment but Veridium once again urges them to leave him alone; he WANTS this.
Legion of Super-Heroes (1989) #98
Querl promises the new consciousness (who hated being turned off) that it won't happen again. Querl has not shown any inclination to be against breaking this promise and has persistently been defending Veridium's wishes to be in this state. We can assume he means this.
Computo does what Querl created him for - he calculates the precise steps and math required to open a time portal and almost instantaneously does so.
Legion of Super-Heroes (1989) #98
With their way home finally open Computo asks a valid question. "What may I do for you next?"
We don't know what Querl's plan for Computo was after this, but taking into consideration that he intended to fully honor Veridium's wish to upgrade, it is very likely he would have kept him alive and possibly taken him back with them to the 30th century. Querl is also smiling at him which we can interpret that however.
Before Querl can even start to answer however, Iron answers for him.
Legion of Super-Heroes (1989) #98
Everything falls apart after Iron tells Computo "Brainy's gonna take you apart" to get Veridium back as part of 'their deal' even though that was not part of any deal that was ever made. Querl never made this deal, and Veridium never made this deal either.
Naturally, Computo panics, and Querl loses all control of the situation and he never gets it back.
Legion of Super-Heroes (1989) #98
Querl tries to get them to stop because this was never part of the plan. They don't listen.
The rest of Legion bursts in on Querl's lab and attacks Computo - they have no idea what is going on.
Legion of Super-Heroes (1989) #98
Querl in a bid to try to remedy the situation attempts to hold back Rokk from attacking Computo by grabbing his arm. Querl desperately wants to try to talk to Computo, to reason with him, and undo what Iron and Platinum did.
Luornu, and Imra do not give him that option and refuse to let him speak.
Legion of Super-Heroes (1989) #98
Imra knocks Querl out, preventing any options for Querl to possibly reason with Computo or explain the situation to him. Computo hijacks one of Luornu's bodies.
LOSH '89 Issue 99
Now conscious and able to talk to his teammates, Querl reveals what actually happened. Querl also reveals that he built Computo specifically to open a time portal - so there was no reason for him to think that this could happen.
Legion of Super-Heroes (1989) #99
Querl also reveals that this situation is emphatically Iron's fault and he is correct. Rokk doesn't want to hear it.
Everyone is more focused on trying to destroy Computo so they can get home asap, but Querl wants to talk to him and eventually he able to have a moment alone with him.
Legion of Super-Heroes (1989) #99
Unfortunately, Querl's communication and social skills are his weakness and he does not appeal to Computo's feelings but rather tries to appeal to logic instead. It fails.
Legion of Super-Heroes (1989) #99
Querl did refute Computo's claim that his life meant nothing to him, and we can believe this is a true claim. Unfortunately, Computo being so young and terrified he just doesn't believe him and comes to the extreme conclusion that the only way to survive in a world of humanoids - was to destroy them all - because they would never allow him to live.
LOSH '89 Issue #100
Legion of Super-Heroes (1989) #100
With Querl's abysmal attempt at communication failing to bring Computo's rage down, they are in a quagmire. The situation is now dire as Computo threatens all of Earth leaving Querl little options but to come up with a plan to undo Computo's programming that will also preserve Veridium who is a victim in this. It is the most logical and compassionate option at this point in time.
It is also the first time Querl actively plans anything close to dismantling Computo and it was after multiple other attempts failed.
Legion of Super-Heroes (1989) #100
The other factors that led to Querl making this decision was that 1.) Luornu was dying being separated for so long 2.) Their time portal was operating under a time limit and 3.) Computo was serious about his intention to destroy Earth. They simply don't have time to explore other options.
Legion of Super-Heroes (1989) #100
Querl's first plan to use an EMP failed so they revisit Tim's virus idea to nullify Computo's ability to access systems.
Legion of Super-Heroes (1989) #100
The virus takes hold and it is enough to do exactly what it was supposed to do, but Computo still has the Mother Box and can open boom tubes. So he boom tubes Querl to him for a "final confrontation."
Legion of Super-Heroes (1989) #100
Computo is beyond rational thought and beyond listening so he does not let Querl speak because he is convinced that Querl only ever intended to kill him once his "use" was over.
Again to reiterate we don't know what Querl really planned to do with Computo afterwards but we can assume he was going to honor Veridium's desire to remain in the new evolved state.
Superman takes Computo out, Querl is stunned but focuses on Luornu.
Legion of Super-Heroes (1989) #100
Viridium's responsometer is unharmed and he joins The Metal Men with no memory of what happened while he was 'upgraded'.
Querl returns to his time, goes through his own upgrade, attempted murder, survives The Blight, a year stranded in another Galaxy and then comes back to Earth to deal with Robotica where he again meets Computo who continues the narrative that he was made to die.
The Legion #13
So in conclusion here, there is some dramatization and inflation of emotional events - which Querl doesn't really refute properly, because he's a blockhead. 1000 years of bitterness and hostility towards organic sentients certainly didn't help Computo's own mental state concerning the traumatic way their birth went.
Querl wasn't entirely blameless, but he was not heartless with Computo.
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pirate, knight, villain, unicorn, treasure for nevermore, god for valleys, queen for heart
PIRATE - pirates or royals?
for nevermore? UHHH. gods?
pirates. pirates.
KNIGHT - forbidden love or enemies to lovers?
for NEVERMORE????? what a question
normally i would pick enemies to lovers but for nevermore i would pick forbidden love. unfortunately nevermore only features platonic love though.
VILLAIN - do you prefer creating heroes or villains?
call me a pick me girl, but i prefer multifaceted characters who aren't 100% either or - dark heroes and justified villains, that's my bread and butter. and you, my friend, my problem, can vouch for me on this one because you once spent three days yelling at me about that one girl in if only we knew. what the heck was her name. winona? her murderous rage was absolutely justified anyway and we all know it.
for nevermore specifically? i guess i'm gonna have to say heroes cause like i'm looking at my lists of ocs and like shanyu is fine i guess, joon is a horrible person and i hate him, seonhwa and hana? loml. can't let them go. jinae? mentioned her in passing and now i'm just searching for an opportunity for her to be relevant. she's my reserve driver. just give me a reason.
UNICORN - what makes your WIP and your writing stand out?
yeah sure i'll talk myself up. i've always thought that my fics are very niche and scratching a specific itch, which i think is the main reason i've always found it really hard to build an audience. it's what i love though, and what inspires me - following the usual tropes doesn't satisfy me the way that a whole thinkpiece on a weird sidecharacter does...or yknow. blowing that thinkpiece out into a 200k novel.
recently, i think that my writing has become far more refined, and i think i've started to find ways to slip into more popular genres of fic while still remaining interested in my work, which has in turn granted me the audience that i've built around things like queenmaker.
in this way, zombies was a really important phase in fanfic for me to go through - though we got very little out of those three years apart from our own satisfaction in the fics we wrote and ideas we explored, i think it was really beneficial for me to meet you guys and be encouraged into writing oneshots and stories featuring the main characters rather than continuing to hang around the fringes and work with ocs or side characters that i treated like ocs.
and now i'm learning new lessons from self insert and smau fiction. the world should fear and respect me. one day i'm going to become a god.
TREASURE - what's the best thing about the world of your WIP?
a mean question to ask about nevermore when you know how gd endless that world is. uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. can i say that it has source content for me to lean on and i didn't have to make it all up from scratch?
i guess i can say that, because one of the things that was the most fun was digging around in music videos and lyrics to figure out how many worlds there were, how to connect them in a way that in turn made the story make sense as i followed it in album order, and how to turn a very vague and wild lore into a story that had a bit of followable logic attached to it.
in lieu of that answer being accepted, i was thinking about this the other day and i love that it's a world that you kind of do want to fall into and live in. i really worked at making miroh a kind place that you really would love to stumble into, rather than a world like the hunger games or something where you're like, mmmm, it's a cool idea but lets not go there. the cle really is a world where it's like, hey, if you really love music, you would love this place and it would love you!
GOD - does your world have a religion? is it, in this world, right?
for valleys? mmmmm yes, i suppose the wolves and the urshing/cataan's people do have their own religions, and they are right. in a way, strigoi also worship moonstone, though that's more of a drug addiction kind of thing than religion.
the wolves have a strong shared history and belief system, they pass down their history and prophecies through songs and stories and carry out rituals. their religion is built around the existance of moonstone and the connection of it to their life force - and they also have seers who can tell the future and are held in high regard. their beliefs are all based around things that are true, and their seers really are capable of creating prophecies that will come true - so i suppose that yes, their religion is right.
the people of cataan also have seers and mindreaders, children worshipped as the elite of their society and catapulted into power just by virtue of the talent they were born with. They're probably, actually, a very unreligious people, but they do have prophecies that they believe in, and an almost cult-like type of society.
QUEEN - what is the earliest planned historical event in your novel?
geez what a question. there is a point where theresa literally witnesses the creation of the universe so like. is that it. does that count?
in terms of the chronological events of the novel uhhhhhhhhhh. the apocalypse is a pretty big historical event that happens pretty quickly. so. yeah.
#yknow if anyone had latched on to hana i probably could have been talked into a nevermore romance#but everyone just sideeyed her distastefully#no trust in this place smdh#just cause a girl has seen some shit#suddenly she's extremely suspicious#anyway#is she dead? ooooooooh you'll never know#maybe i don't even know#i don't think i even understood the last question#what does that mean#like real life events? babe i wouldn't have a clue#i don't think there are any unless you believe in the bible#i just went to town destroying everything you know#fan mail
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after near three blissful or chaotic months apart , the ravens slowly begin to filter in. many are weary , expecting the targayren seal to be planted upon the letters , so imagine their shock to discover that of a wolf.
with regret this letter has been written, king tylon stark has passed.
you are cordially invited to attend the coronation of prince harrion stark as he ascends the throne as the king of the north. there will a tournament and festival to honor the new rulers of the north, as well as celebrate the great reign of king tylon.
and so their travels begin once more to pay respects for a great king and witness the crowning of prince harrion and princess ravella. despite the chill, the welcome in winterfell is warm and somber, but the commonfolk have come out of the woodwork to celebrate their new king and queen.
EVENT SPECIFIC INFO . the event will take place from the start of this post to fri., nov. 18th. if you would like to submit your characters to the jousting tournament, please do so before thurs, nov 3 as that is when i will be doing the brackets.
the festival is nothing intense, just food + good vendors coming out to sell their wares and monopolize on the high traffic in king’s landing. the fur vendors have come out in droves, of course.
the coronation takes place on the first official day of the festivities, but many of those vendors have been around for the days leading up. we won’t actually write that event due to time constraints.
use the tag: rfms.event03, please only tag opens with the starter tag + ofc as usual everyone gets one free open and tbh just prioritize replying to opens as you’re able and you can post more than that.
OOC INFO . the king’s death is a direct result of the poisoning from the maester even after months of trying to treat him. his funeral was held prior to the arrival of many but feel free to have any northern houses have attended + arrived in time.
this will place our characters as traveling through early winter, snowy but nothing that can’t be traveled safely if done right. it will be a stark change for many southerners who have never experienced snow before.
another post will be made with updates sent to the main regarding betrothals, marriages and deaths / large changes.
for any questions please just ask ! was a bit braindead writing this, likely forgot important bits.
as we have changed the date a few times, here is a full timeline of what is expected activity wise. ( times are relevant to cst )
there will be an activity check done tomorrow for anyone who has not posted at all in the previous 7 days. if you know you will fall on this check + be unable to post in time, please message the main so we can give you some leniency ! but do note this is a check, not an auto unfollow. players will have time to post ic.
a full activity check will still be done on wednesday morning across all characters + accounts. at this point any new characters need to be posted on as well or they will simply be reopened.
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10 (do you know how it will end?) and 5 (is there a romance? why do they fall in love?) for whatever ur working on now
I'm working on everything, babey. I'm all over the place. I'll answer for whatever, I think.
I have answers to both, but I'm going to put them under the cut for spoiler reasons.
10: Do you know how it will end?
Beach Day: The ending has been plotted out for months. Tiff drags her grandfather up to the house, hits him with Baby Jesus from the lawn nativity, and goes to dig a grave in the rain; Esther comes by, decides to ask questions later, and helps her; later, Andy and Tiff have a scene of, like... everything is over, and we're okay. We're not going to Gatlinburg; we're not going back to Fort Reverence; we're not going home yet; let's go to the beach, even though Tiff's arm is broken, Drew got his torso slashed open, and Andy's still in shock. Let's throw a rat in the ocean.
Kay Gets Cursed: There are two endings. After they break out of the Storyteller's curse, obviously both Denny and Kay wake up in Dr. Deseret's home lab, and Jessie is also there (because of reasons that happen in the plot). Denny's chapter is, like in Unholy Water (and in PP2), mostly a conversation between herself and Jessie where she admits a bit of the truth. This time, they have to talk over the whole lycanthropy thing. In her epilogue chapter, Kay hypes herself up and talks to Dr. Deseret about her options. It's a huge moment of hope for her, that she can fix what has been happening. Kay's chapter ends with her walking into her and Mikey's apartment. (Lizzy and I already talked over that what would happen after the canon is basically that a very tired from working all day Mikey would come home and give her some hot chocolate, and then they would have an extensive debrief. Mikey's a good gal.)
PP2: Tiff gets the parasite out of her (happens off-screen, in Unhooking), and then has a really long conversation with her aunt about how she can't keep doing this; Denny and Jessie have a bit of a talk, wink wink. (If you've been in the Treehouse, you know that means that they kiss at the end of it. It's relevant for that oneshot we tried and for MLSG.)
The Monster Lesbian Support Group: Even though it's a project I started a few days ago, I actually do have the ending. Bloodsaw stands in the cemetery at the end of it, looking up at Laura's backdoor. They finally made it, but they've also seen Laura interacting with her children and her wife, and doesn't want to reopen the wounds. The rest of the group gets there (having found them after they ran off after the Thing), lets them have a moment, and then gives them a ride back to Lake Wonder (their car broke down. It was a plot point). Not much is said, since Bloodsaw wouldn't want that. They just get in the car, turn on some music, and start driving. (Kay's in the front seat, of course. There's a culmination of a subplot wherein, for once, Tiff isn't overenthusiastic and Bloodsaw isn't a total dick to her. They end up laying on her in the backseat, even though Denny says not to do that.)
5: Is there a romance? Why do they fall in love?
So... I'm not big on writing romance. I'll play one out, of course. I started doing it for real with Frankie Burns on Darkened States back in October, and branched out from there. It was a bit of an exercise in stepping outside of my comfort zone. Since Frankie and Kay appeared at around the same time, I think that discomfort on my end does show in both their portrayals. I realized, though, that I can just play the character as extremely awkward or otherwise as very unwell about what's happening. That led to all sorts of Winona Whatever things (you'll see in Season 2), led to some small details about Alf and the room (you'll see in Season 2), and some thoughts on Denny. Denny's the epitome of awkwardness when it comes to this thing, right?
It's a perk of being aroace, I guess. I need you to keep that in mind, because it flavors the way this progresses and it flavors my approach to things.
Beach Day:
No romance at all. All the main characters are family. More than that, Tiff's aroace and, though she makes threats about moms and has canonically had sex with girls (and one boy named Gavin who got her stomped by horses) before, romance isn't her style. Attraction in general isn't. So, no romance in this one. I think the extent of it is a mention of that one time someone kissed her and she walked away and never spoke to him again, and the conversation she has with Alice at the youth group Christmas party.
Kay Gets Cursed:
There are established bounds of the universe here.
Kay and Mikey are in an established relationship. They have been since 2017, when they met at Lumberland, almost died in the tunnels, killed/ate an anarchocapitalist business major clown, and went out for a burger afterwards. There's a lot about the relationship, especially about how Mikey is one of three people in the entire world by the beginning of this who knows what's going on with her, about how Mikey is wonderful, about how she wants to see Mikey in armor sometime... I mean, part of the ending tower sequence is stumbling on their alternate universe selves in the tower together, with Cursed Mikey in armor and a Sleeping Beauty pose, and Cursed Kay kneeling at her bedside with bone thorns coming out of her body. In this case, they're already in love, but it's more about letting it sink in that Mikey is going to stay at her side no matter what.
There are also some established rules for Denny and Jessie: namely, that they can't get together in this one.
Denny has had a weird relationship with her feelings for Jessie for forever, right? You don't get over the girl who cut your hair in fifth grade because she hated you, who guided you by the stars in the woods, who helped you through a thousand things as a teenager. She's always going to have a place in your life.
But Denny can not ask her out. To do so would be to upset the status quo and risk one of the most important relationships in her life. So, like-- she makes some realizations during this (so does Jessie), but they're not there yet.
PP2: Yes. This is the culmination of that arc from Kay Gets Cursed. They kiss at the end. Since this is another Tiff-and-Denny adventure, it's more about non-romantic relationships (except for Denny and Jessie).
The Monster Lesbian Support Group: In a way, yes? But also, no. It's more about Bloodsaw learning to let Laura go, even if they do still love her. (It's been a few weeks for Bloodsaw; it's been twenty-six years for Laura.)
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How to Write an Argumentative Essay: The Ultimate Guide
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Introduction
Writing an argumentative essay requires you to take a side on a given topic and support your position with logic, evidence, and examples. It’s not enough to just express your opinion; you need to fully develop that opinion with arguments that will convince your readers. In other words, you need to find some way of convincing your readers that they should agree with you! If you’re not sure how to write an argumentative essay, don’t worry—you’re not alone.
Many students struggle with this type of assignment because it requires them to think critically about the given topic and support their point of view. However, it isn’t as difficult as it sounds. Once you understand the structure and know what you need to do, it won’t be long until you’re writing a successful argumentative essay of your own.
What is an Argumentative Essay?
An argumentative essay is a piece of writing that presents a point of view on a given subject. The essay will then explain and defend that point of view using evidence and logical reasoning. You can think of it as a conversation that you have with your readers. You’re expressing your opinion and trying to persuade them to agree with you. Students are often required to write an argumentative essay if they’re studying a social science course.
You might be asked to write an argumentative essay on a topic like gun control, abortion, climate change, immigration, or any other contentious issue. It is important to note, however, that you can also be asked to write an argumentative essay on a non-controversial subject.
The Structure of an Argumentative Essay
While the structure of an argumentative essay can vary depending on the type of paper you’re writing, there are some things that are common in all types of essays. One of the most important components of any essay is a strong thesis statement. Without a solid thesis, your argumentative essay will fall apart. Your thesis statement should fully explain the position you’re taking on the topic and include a logical call to action for your readers.
Keep in mind that your thesis statement doesn’t need to be argumentative; it just needs to fully explain your point of view on the topic. Once you’ve written an effective thesis statement, it’s time to move on to the introduction. Your introduction should be very short, consisting of only one or two paragraphs. The first paragraph of your introduction should include a hook that catches your readers’ attention and makes them want to keep reading. The next paragraph should provide a general overview of the topic you’re addressing, as well as a summary of the argument you’re going to make.
Key Steps When Writing an Argumentative Essay
As we’ve already discussed, there are several key steps you need to follow when writing an argumentative essay. First, and perhaps most importantly, you need to choose a side. You can’t write a successful argumentative essay unless you know where you stand on the topic. Once you’ve settled on a position, it’s time to gather evidence. The evidence you use to support your argument can be general facts, statistics, examples, or even the opinions of experts.
The important thing is that the evidence you use is relevant to the topic. If you’re writing about gun control, for example, you can’t rely on statistics about immigration or baseball. You have to use statistics that are related to gun control. You can use general facts, but they also have to be relevant. Once you’ve gathered your evidence, it’s time to develop your thesis.
Defining your stance
Your thesis is the position you take on the topic and the basis for your entire argumentative essay. Before you begin writing, you need to make sure that you have a firm grasp of your stance. If you have any doubts, you won’t be able to fully and confidently express your position. There are several ways you can go about defining your stance. You can start by asking yourself some questions about the topic. You can also look for information that supports either side of the topic.
By gathering information, you’ll be able to see where other people stand on the topic. This can help you to form your own opinion on the topic. Once you’ve fully explored both sides of the topic, you can make a decision about which side you want to argue.
Collecting evidence
As we’ve already discussed, the evidence you use to support your argument should be relevant to the topic. It should also be accurate and backed up by facts. If you lie or misquote evidence, your argument will crumble under the weight of your dishonesty. When collecting evidence, there are a few things you should keep in mind. First, you should find some way to back up your opinion. Second, you should make sure that your evidence is relevant. One mistake that many students make is that they try to collect too much evidence.
It’s important to remember that the more evidence you collect, the longer your essay will become. Longer essays aren’t necessarily a bad thing, but they can be difficult for readers to understand and follow. If you want your essay to be easy to read, you should only collect evidence that is relevant and sufficient enough to prove your point.
Developing your thesis
As we’ve already discussed, your thesis should fully explain the position you’re taking on the topic and include a logical call to action for your readers. Make sure your thesis statement is solid, has a strong argument, and is backed up by evidence from the very first sentence of your paper through the conclusion. By doing this, you will give your readers confidence that they are reading a well-thought-out and researched paper.
You can also use your thesis statement to guide your research and outline. If you know what you are trying to prove with your paper, it will make the writing process much easier. A thesis that doesn’t meet these criteria isn’t a thesis at all – it’s just a statement. Remember that your thesis doesn’t have to be argumentative; it just needs to fully explain your point of view on the topic. If your thesis statement isn’t written in a way that makes it clear what you’re arguing for, then you need to go back and make some revisions.
Remember, the best thesis statements are those that readers can quickly understand and that clearly state your point of view. Once you’ve created a thesis that meets these criteria, you can move on to the next step.
Writing the body paragraphs
The body paragraphs are where you develop your argument and explain why you’re taking a certain position on the topic. Depending on the grade level you’re writing for and the type of essay you’re writing, you may have anywhere between three and seven body paragraphs. You should begin each body paragraph with a topic sentence that links the paragraph back to your thesis. After you’ve linked the paragraph to your thesis, you should fully develop the topic sentence using evidence and examples. You can also use each body paragraph to address a different counterargument.
The following is an example of a body paragraph that does not link to the thesis:
Counterargument 1: The first point I’m going to make about the topic is that it’s hard for me to believe that a tornado can knock down a skyscraper. There are too many other factors involved in this story. I think the most important point is that the engineer who designed this building was in charge of designing these kinds of structures, and he should have known better than to build such an unsafe structure.
This body paragraph doesn’t link back to the thesis because it uses two different arguments against the thesis statement. You can also see how long the body paragraphs are in this example, which makes it difficult for readers to follow along and understand what you’re arguing. You need to make sure that your body paragraphs are short enough so they can be easily understood by your readers. If your reader has trouble following along, then you need to consider revising your essay or cutting some of them out altogether.
Conclusion
The conclusion of your essay should be short and sweet. You don’t want to go over the top on the word count, but you also don’t want to finish too soon. The conclusion is where you tie the essay back to your thesis and restate your position. You can also use the conclusion to briefly summarize the examples you used in the body paragraphs. Remember that you don’t have to write an entire essay in one sitting. If you’re working on a long essay, you may want to break the process up into several sessions.
If you do this, you should make sure that you’re planning ahead. You should know exactly what you want to write about and have an outline in place to follow. /END>
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I saw this going around another fandom and I'm absolutely obsessed with the concept so if you don't mind, please share a summary of a fic you'll never write? Whether because it's too silly, too dark, too complicated, too boring... just share some details please!
your timing is really funny, anon, because i actually woke up this morning thinking about a particular idea i've had for a while and won't ever write! but the whole reason i won't write it is because it's quite dark (the consent is...dubious to non-existent) and i'm squeamish about sharing that in a public forum.
so instead, how about an idea that i won't write because it'd be too much effort?
picture this: tim's role as robin really is temporary. he pulls bruce back onto the path of righteousness (or at least the path of "not hospitalizing petty thieves"), arranges a reconciliation between bruce and dick, and, once he's convinced that bruce is 1. stable and 2. as happy as he can be, he quits. back to his normal life.
now, obviously bruce, dick, and alfred don't just FORGET about him, but they're busy and he's busy and there's no longer any reason for tim to be hanging around the manor every day. so they grow apart. not apart enough that bruce stops excessively stalking caring about tim, but enough so that, for instance, no one thinks to tell tim that gotham’s newest crime lord is actually a resurrected jason.
this is relevant because jason knows that a) tim was his replacement and b) his replacement QUIT and is now just some normal civilian. jason finds this highly suspicious and does all the stalking investigating. he’s very skeptical but eventually accepts that yeah, tim really did quit and he really is just...going to college and living a normal life.
BUT jason’s stalking also turns up bruce’s stalking. and knowing that tim is ignorant of the state of things in gotham, but bruce is NOT ignorant of the state of things in tim’s life....well. that gives jason an idea.
namely, he arranges to meet tim in an appropriately casual, non-suspicious way and take advantage of the fact that they’re both sexually active, very attractive young men. so he and tim become fuckbuddies. very lowkey, very casual, just tim working out his stress from classes/parental pressure and jason working out his stress from the absolutely normal non-crime lord job that he totally has.
and then anytime bruce pisses jason off with his judgment/interference/attempts to reconcile, jason goes and rails tim until he cries. it’s very rough and leaves lots of marks so there is no question in any casual stalker’s mind just what tim and jason have been up to. tim loves every second of it because he has his kinks, okay? and jason is very satisfied both sexually and because he knows it’s got to be KILLING bruce that his disappointment of an ex-son is touching the perfect, innocent replacement.
it’s all going well until jason, like a moron, goes and FALLS IN LOVE with tim. which isn’t so bad at first (tim also has feelings! they transition very nicely into actually dating!) until the guilt starts to wear at jason for the false pretenses under which he started their relationship. and eventually he confesses and tim is heartbroken and betrayed and also more than a little overwhelmed that he has been FUCKING HIS CHILDHOOD HERO without knowing it
and eventually they work things out but i don’t really know how. and that’s why i’ll never write that fic lmao
thanks for asking! this was a fun way to start the day! ♡
#anon response#calling this#jaytim fic#even though it's not technically fic but close enough#yasminfic#jaytim
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When Life Gives You Lemons--Part 11
Warnings: Mature content, abuse, rape, eating disorders, OCD etc. Some of these things go into a bit of detail. These warnings are relevant to the whole fic, not just particular chapters.
Word Count Chapter: 4317
Word Count Total: 47,034
Author’s Note: Barbs and Lemon are back by popular demand! Thank you SO much to @hockeylvr59, @newlibrary, @itisawitchesworld, and Nora, who I can’t seem to tag. The rewrite of this fic wouldn’t have happened without all of you. Thank you for indulging my impulsivity. Reminder, that this fic starts during the summer of 2019. I will be tagging the Avs and Lausanne HC. Also *~*~*~*~* means a POV change. Flipping between Mark and Clementine. This part begins with Clementine.
Part Eleven
Mark’s loft was honestly gorgeous and so *him.* The floor-to-ceiling windows were amazing and my inner child just wanted to walk right up to them and press my hands and face against the glass and peer down at the world and pretend I was some kind of benevolent dictator.
Instead, I settled back down on the black and masculine yet deceptively comfy couch, Caboodle of pills in hand and dumped my 5pm pills into my palm
Mark set a glass of water next to me on the side table, and even used a coaster. His place was organized and even clean. I’d never tell him, but I don’t think I’d been giving him enough credit. I was fully expecting a messy bachelor pad with a mountain of dishes in the sink.
Curious about this, I asked, “Do you have a housekeeper, Mr. Barberio?”
He shrugged as he filled a mixing bowl full of water and set it on a towel on the floor for Daze, “I have a service that comes in once a week. They clean and wash the sheets and towels and stuff.”
The Border Collie took a compulsory lap or two of the apartment, then came and laid down on the rug by my feet. I took several pills and washed them down with the water he gave me, being sure to set the glass back on the coaster.
From across the kitchen island, Mark asked, “Do you need to eat a little something with that?”
I shook my head, “No, I’ll be fine.”
Mark gave me a questioning look which I knew meant to ask, “‘I’ll be fine, don’t go out of your way, I don’t want to be a bother’ or ‘I’ll be fine and I really should but also the first thing?’”
I sighed as he continued to rattle around in the kitchen, and before I knew it, I was being handed a piece of toast with some almond butter on it. He sat on the couch next to me while I nibbled on the bread, his arm lying along the back of the cushion behind me.
I didn’t know what to say, I was in his space, he was sitting next to me and it felt so stiff and awkward so I found myself blurting out, between bites, “It’s weird eating something and you’re not eating.”
He reached over and snagged the toast off the plate, and took a huge bite- which was about half of the entire thing. “There, that better?” he mumbled around the bread and almond butter.
I just shook my head, but I did take a bigger bite that I washed down with a sip of water. Mark relaxed against the cushions, the television remote appearing in his hands as he suggested, “Chopped?”
I nodded, finishing my toast. At that point, the plate was empty and I stood up to put it in the sink, but he took it from my hands and set it on the side table, before pulling me into his body, saying, “Relax, Lemon.”
Without distractions, without Gabe, without a party, without anything besides us, it was just the murmur of the TV and the rise and fall of Mark’s chest. This was intimacy at its most basic level. There was no biting wit, no banter, just two people existing in the same place at the same time and I suddenly felt that boa constrictor starting to squeeze my chest again; I forced myself to breathe. Daze sat up and whined.
Mark pulled me tighter into his body until he felt me resist and then he stopped, but didn’t let me retreat. His hand found its way to my back and he rubbed in slow circles. Daze had her paws on my knees, now ready to climb up and lay on top of me. This was such a stupid thing to have a panic attack over. Oh no a man is being nice to me, better stop breathing.
From his perch behind me, I felt Mark smile against my shoulder, the smirk evident in his voice as he informed me, “Huh, I can see down your shirt? What are you, like, a 38D?”
It was so inappropriate, so Barbs, and so unexpected that my chest released enough to allow a wheezing laugh to escape. The boa constrictor slithered away, unsure how to navigate around a 7th grade sense of humor and Daze put her paws back on the floor.
Finally, I was able to take a deep breath or two and I let myself relax against Mark, his arm around me. He hit the volume on the TV, lowering a few notches as he asked, “Do you want to talk about what just happened? And also, about whether or not I was right?”
I just shook my head, informing him, “I’m honestly fascinated that somehow you are deeply introspective and intuitive and so damn dumb at the same time. It’s one of life’s mysteries and apparently an instant cure for panic attacks.”
I took another much needed deep breath. Panic attacks, even short ones, were draining and I gave in to the urge to lay my head on Mark’s chest. He made a noise of appreciation before he pushed me up and held me with a hand while he swept my hair over my shoulder to get it out from underneath me, and it was such a stupid, ridiculously sweet gesture. All of a sudden, I felt very unexpected and unwelcome tears prickling the backs of my eyes and my nose started to run. I tried to sniff quietly.
The arm around my shoulders lifted briefly and then it swam in front of my face, tissue pinched between his fingers. My body shook with a small laugh and I blew my nose--which, there was no way to do with any sense of cuteness or grace, but I had a feeling Barbs might sit on me if I tried to escape to the bathroom. I balled the tissue in my fist and he brushed my hair back with his hand, rubbing my back again as he asked, “better?”
I nodded. I rested my head against his chest again and we sat there for a few minutes before I felt his voice rumble in his chest from behind me. “Do you want to tell me what was going on in your head?” he murmured.
I took another deep breath, trying to compartmentalize my emotions before I answered his question. “It’s not really what is going on,” I started, “it’s more like this overwhelming tidal wave of emotions. I was in a panicked state of survival for so long I don’t really know how to process regular emotions anymore? Everything is either no big deal or A Very Super Big Deal and there’s no in between.”
He trailed his fingers along my arm, “So what was A Very Super Big Deal, just now?”
I lifted my shoulders, shrugging, trying to pinpoint the source of the Deal, both for myself and for him. “I don’t know,” I began. After another moment of thought, I offered, “We’ve never really spent time together where I wasn’t doing something, socializing, working, whatever. Just existing in the moment with you was just A Lot for me. I don’t know how to do that. And then that thing with my hair was just… really sweet and unnecessary and there was something just really selfless about it and that’s new and uncomfortable for me and again it was A Lot and I didn’t know how to process it.”
Mark hummed in acknowledgement, kissing my shoulder lightly. “Aren’t you processing now?” he pressed, “Isn’t this processing?”
Wise Barbs was becoming a frequent contributer to our conversations, and I knew I was going to be a fucking goner for this dumbass.
Daze was still looking at me, concerned; acknowledging her dismay, Mark patted the sofa next to me, saying “Don’t worry, Daisy girl, I’ve got this one.” She jumped up and turned several times and settled into a ball next to me. All of this Thoughtfulness and Caring was a lot, and I still wasn’t entirely comfortable going there, so I steered the conversation back to the mundane and logistic, asking Mark, “Aren’t you worried about the couch?”
True to form, he reassured me, “It’s just a couch, Lemon, just like my truck is just a truck. Now, do you need to process some more? Or can we watch the next episode of Chopped?”
I sighed and settled against him, prying the remote out of his hand to turn the volume up. I finally managed to relax during the appetizer round of the next episode, and that was the last thing I remembered.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Much like she did on the night of Gabe’s first party, Tine went from being awake one minute to absolutely fast asleep the next. Not being able to resist, I snapped a selfie of us — her blue-haired head resting softly on my chest— and texted it to Landy to tell him we would not be attending his game night.
Sorry, Landy. My lady needs some sleep.
Landy: Uh, wake her up and let’s goooooooo. Rematch at CAH. I’m working on upping my depravity game. Prepare to be totally corrupted.
Out of nowhere, it occurred to me that Gabe’s joke about Clementine’s sense of humor, while meant to be lighthearted, was reflective of the fact that he was relatively ignorant of who she really was, or, at least, who she used to be. I realized then that I was probably the only person in the organization that knew Tine’s story, and even so, I only knew a small sliver of her trauma and why she had Daze to begin with.
That felt like too much to explain over text message, and furthermore, was information that was totally not my place to share with Gabe -- notwithstanding the fact he was such a blabbermouth and probably couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. So, I went with the typical toxically masculine response: an insult.
Sorry not sorry, even asleep she’s better company than you will ever be.
I made it through a few more episodes of Chopped by myself before I needed to get up. I laid Tine down on the couch, her knees around Daze, and I half-covered her with a blanket. After grabbing a snack, I returned to the couch and lifted her head, letting her use my thigh as a pillow. I worried I might disturb her, but she remained sound asleep, her features resting in an expression of tranquility and ease. I took a surprising amount of joy in combing my fingers through her long blue hair, which was splayed across my lap. This wasn’t exactly how I planned the evening going, but that was ok, as I realized that this was almost better, at least for her. Not that I’m not wonderful company, but she deserved a respite from the chaos in her brain; a little bit of peace after what she’d survived. She had a lot of walls that would just take time to come down, but sleeping… there weren’t any walls. She existed just as she was. It was almost a compliment she slept so deeply around me, and I knew for a fact she didn’t take a sedative this time as I was sure that the pills she had taken earlier were the exact same pills she normally took around 5pm, the very same ones I had seen her take them several times this week.
I was thankful I had such a deep couch, because its depth allowed me to squish my legs between Daze and its back and still drape an arm around Tine. I didn’t want to watch any more episodes of Chopped without her, so I changed gears and cued up some Game of Thrones, which I had no shame in binge watching. True to form, Clementine didn’t stir, despite the fact that some of the scenes were incredibly loud and I really had no idea how she slept through them. Daze remained awake and watched with me, and she seemed to enjoy the dragons quite a lot. She never made a noise, but perked her ears up when they came on screen and tracked them as they moved around Westeros on my big screen TV.
Eventually, our body heat became too much for the border collie and she jumped down, flopping on the plush rug next to the couch. One fewer body on the couch, albeit a smallish one, did give us a little bit more room so I pulled up the fuzzy blanket covering Tine, curling up next to her, quite happy to be the big spoon. As new as this whole thing was and as unsure as I was regarding almost everything about it, holding her in my arms felt incredibly natural. I turned off the TV, and fell asleep soon after, the steady rise and fall of her chest lulling me into unconsciousness.
When I awoke, it was because I felt a stirring in the vicinity of my chest. Light was streaming through the floor to ceiling windows and Tine had turned in the night, and she was now curling her front into me with our legs intertwined. While my couch was comfortable, my body was protesting at my sleeping the better part of the night on it instead of my premium mattress. I didn’t know how Chara played this game in his 40s— I was barely in my 30s and I felt 100 years old and feeling every hockey game I’d ever played in that moment.
I hugged Clementine to my chest a little tighter, content to stay like that, despite my physical discomfort, for a little while longer or maybe forever, who knows. “Fifteen more minutes,” I grumbled into her hair, refusing to relinquish my grip around her.
She sighed, “This is nice, but aren’t we going to miss Gabe’s party?”
I blinked slowly and the wheels in my head turned. I almost didn’t want to tell her, but I knew I would have to...eventually. “Lemon, babe…” I started, “Gabe’s party was last night. We fell asleep. It’s morning.”
Shocked, she tried to sit up, but she was facing the wrong way and when she rolled away from me, she landed on the floor between the coffee table and the couch. “What?” She yelped. She was clearly starting to panic, murmuring frantically, “I don’t remember…”
“Shhh, Clementine, it’s ok,” I assured her, “You’re ok. You’re safe. You just fell asleep on the couch last night while we were watching TV and I let you sleep. It’s ok.”
She panted trying to control her breathing, and she looked between me and Daze, who was looking very concerned that her charge was now at eye level.
“But…” she spluttered, “I didn’t take a sedative. I swear, Mark.” As clarity continued to dawn on her, she continued, “Oh my gosh, our date!I ’m so sorry!! I slept through our date.”
“Lemon… babe, it’s ok.” I didn’t really want to explain to her at that point just how much I enjoyed snuggling with her and watching her sleep, lest that come across as extremely creepy. But, I didn’t want her to be so upset, or think that she, in some way, let me down. “I probably could have woken you up if I really wanted to go to Gabe’s dumb game night,” I added, “but last night was perfect, ok?”
I could tell the wheels in her head were spinning and I decided to put a stop to that shit. I hauled her off the floor and tucked her back to my front, hugging her against my chest. With a dreamy sigh her breathing returned to a normal rhythm, “You are ridiculously strong and you have no idea how much of a turn on that is.”
There was a pause when she realized what she said, and in that moment, I took the opportunity to lever over her, turning her on her back. I settled my hips on top of hers, forearms framing her head and dipped my head, nosing her ear, “Oh? I’m strong and that turns you on? What else turns you on, Lemon?”
Her hands fisted in my tshirt and she seemed indecisive as to whether to pull me closer or push me away.
With just enough chagrin for it to be perceptible, she murmured, “I hate how much I like it when you call me Lemon.”
I pressed my lips to the sensitive spot beneath her ear and chuckled. She responded with a full body shiver, her fingers releasing my shirt and tucking them under the hem, fingers hesitantly touching my skin.
My dick twitched against the crease of her hip and she arched into it. “Kiss me, Mark,” she whispered.
Instead of leaning forward and giving in, I pulled away, sliding out from between her and the couch, though my legs were still resting over hers. With every ounce of determination I possessed, I informed her, “Our first kiss isn’t going to be with morning breath as we dry hump on the couch. Sorry, Princess.”
She wrinkled her nose in the way that drove me wild and I groaned internally. She pouted and when I smiled at her, she announced, “I think I prefer Lemon to Princess.”
I levered over her once again and kissed the tip of her nose before standing up. “Duly noted,” I said simply, and moved toward the kitchen because if I didn’t there was going to be a weapon of mass destruction in my pants.
The first step to this morning was going to be coffee, because I had seen Tine without it once or twice this week and it was entertaining but entirely unfair. Or maybe it was to give the rest of us mere mortals a chance against her wits, but I wasn’t letting my girl into the world unarmed. She was still laying on the couch, finger combing her hair over her shoulder and I clattered around the kitchen, trying to remember if I had anything to mix with her coffee, because I knew she liked it on the lighter side. I just figured whatever cream she used also helped soothe her stomach from the pills and the black coffee was too much acid for her digestive tract in the morning.
Eventually, she sat up, stretched and looked around before picking her phone up from the coffee table. She seemed to scroll for a long time, tapping out a short response before looking up again. “It’s 9am?” she asked, with some surprise.
“Yes,” I confirmed.
Her eyes still creased with sleep and her hair a finger combed tangle she looked positively delicious, “What time did I fall asleep?”
“Between the appetizers and main course of our second Chopped episode.” I tossed old coffee grounds into the garbage under the sink.
She pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingers and I chuckled when she realized just how quickly she fell asleep. “Around 6:00,” I supplied.
“So I slept for like 15 hours?”
“Yes,” I answered, pouring our steaming coffee into two mugs. I filled mine to the brim and, for Tine, pulled out various milks: almond, coconut, soy, and some regular cow, as well as some sugar.
She looked almost apoplectic and before I could reassure her of anything else she spat out, “I’m sorry I slept through our date, you must think I am the worst, laziest, most irresponsible…”
I cut her off, not wanting to entertain her insanity for a moment longer, no matter how endearing I found it. Resisting the impulse to actually shush her, I told her, “What I think is that you’re a woman who was stuck in a crisis fight-or-flight response for the better part of ten years and for whatever reason, you feel safe with me. I had the TV on LOUD last night and there were dragons AND explosions, so if that didn’t wake you up, you needed the rest and I was more than happy to let you sleep peacefully for the first time in I don’t know when.”
She sat, hands folded in her lap for a moment, unsure what to say before she looked around the apartment again.
“There’s a powder room just down the hall,” I told her, an answer to the unspoken question I saw forming in her mind.
She disappeared towards it, her giant purse and Daze in tow. I sipped my coffee and leaned a hip against the counter. I didn’t want to think about how much I liked having her in my space.
When she re-emerged, her hair was brushed and falling loose down her back and she had obviously washed her face or taken some makeup remover to it.
“C’mere and doctor your coffee,” I encouraged her, gesturing toward the island.
Her bare feet barely made a sound on the concrete floor; she stepped up next to me and I didn’t move out of the way, but instead just slid an arm around her back and tugged her hips into mine. I watched as she poured heaps of milk into her coffee and added a packet of stevia. The moan she gave as she took the first sip shot straight to my balls and I swallowed hard. “Come on,” I said, giving a tug to her belt loop and moving us toward the glass door.
Outside on the patio, I had a grill, a fire pit, and some comfortable furniture that included a hinged swing. I also had a concrete planter which housed a plant that looked a little worse for the wear, which I hoped she didn’t notice. It was already almost 70 degrees and I could tell it was going to be another beautiful August day in Denver.
Clementine made her way to the edge of the balcony and took a sip of her coffee, staring out into the cityscape and all the people milling about their day below us. She turned to me and told me through a smile, “You really have a spectacular view.”
The sun was highlighting the blue tones of her hair and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I murmured an agreement and in retrospect, I hoped I hadn’t agreed to something outrageous. I stalked over and framed her with my arms, fitting my front to her back. I swept her hair to the side and kissed her neck, unable to resist any longer. “You look stunning out here,” I whispered into her skin, hoping she could feel the smile on my face.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
His beard tickled my neck and I felt myself shiver in spite of the warm sunshine. Setting my mug next to his, I turned in the frame of his arms and slid mine around his neck. It seemed 100% natural and rock up on my toes and press my lips to his.
His arms were rigid and I felt the moment he melted into the kiss. His lips went soft and his arms came around me as he took control. The kiss went from chaste to wet and out of control in about half a second. When he licked across my bottom lip, I touched his tongue with the tip of mine and he jerked me against his body like he wanted to consume me. He tasted like the high end coffee beans he fresh ground and it was intoxicating. When the moment became too intense, I broke the kiss and tucked my head under his chin, resisting the urge to pant like a dog to catch my breath.
His voice was so low I felt the vibrations through his chest more than I heard the words he spoke when he said, “You know, I’m never going to stop doing that now.”
I rolled my eyes and chastised, “That’s a terrible threat, Barbs.”
I felt his fingers under my chin and he lifted it, lips fitting against mine again. When his tongue gently slid along the length of mine, I definitely moaned and the kiss again went from lazy and wet to intense. Mark’s hand slid down my back and he palmed my ass, grabbing a cheek and pulling me firmly into him. I felt him along my hip, hard behind his zipper. In that moment, I was instantly sure that I had never felt physical attraction for Bill, or maybe, any other person ever. In fact, I was fairly sure that I’d never actually been turned on in my life. A switch flicked on in my brain, and suddenly, I couldn’t get enough of Barbs. I wanted to fully consume him and he must have felt the change because he pulled his lips from mine and pressed our foreheads together as he said, “Breathe, Lemon.”
I did as he instructed; one breath turned into two, two into three, and suddenly, everything seemed a lot less urgent.
“Better?”
I nodded and I was only a smidge embarrassed, meaning I only needed to spend, like, 50 years or so in my parents’ basement mulling over the incident and its attendant mortification, instead of the usual one or two hundred such a moment would prescribe.
Mark gave me a quick chaste kiss before he stepped away, impressively grabbing both coffee mugs by the handles in one hand. “Let’s take Daze out,” he suggested, “the poor thing has to be at least 25% pee right now.”
Oh my god, I thought, I was the actual worst. “She probably refused to go out last night.”
Barbs looked uncomfortable as he admitted, “Uh…..I kind of didn’t try and actually, fell asleep on the couch with you….”
Dear lord, the poor dog. I grabbed his hand and dragged him off the beautiful balcony and into the apartment.
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Hi there! I can to you from twopoppie’s blog! I sent her an ask about someone who’s willing to explain recent Larry theories! Is that someone you?!
Hi! Happy you found me, and of course I’d love to :)
So I'm going to be real honest here, I was working on this loads today. I made a big and I mean BIG draft, like a detailed long collection of shit they pulled and explaining each thing but the further I went the more uncomfortable I got. Like, gathering everything together in one single post. But I definitely want to discuss these things, perhaps I'll divide the things I wrote into seperate posts at some point, but for now I just wanna ask you instead to be more specific which theories to explain? I'd be very happy to go into detail about individual ones, and I might have a lot of shit ready in my drafts because of it now lol.
Anyway, I copied most of it to another draft but left some, have some very loud recent-ish larrying bits:
Feb 28 2020 (Harry’s Falling MV released but also:) Harry did an interview, where he said
“the fish is uh... he’s traveling at the moment, he’s on a gap year, and hopefully he will come back safe. We’re taking a little time apart”
while Louis’ Tour would start only 5 days later.
Same days:
They then geared the larrying in full speed as these dorks were in some kind of out-bluegreening eachother competition. It’s not that I want to be that person that starts screaming everytime they wear something remotely blue-and-green and call it “larry proof”, but, they seem to avoid it like their lives depend on it and then suddenly boom there is blue-and-green 3 days in a row???
Harry papped march 1st - doing interviews march 2nd - and louis’ video that released march 3rd (explained here):
July/September 2020 - during lockdown eleanor posts this one pic of louis to her instagram stories, and puts it in her highlights (it’s still there in the uh dogs folder), this is like one of the very few Louis-with-eleanor moments of the past... years? But then about 2 months later Harry "makes it his" in a way when he takes a picture with a fan wearing the same shirt... And it’s a vintage shirt, and Harry doesn’t wear Umbro (Louis often does). Sooo that’s the same damn shirt. Here a good tag about it.
Dec 12 2020 - this idiot wears a MASSIVE MASSIVE H during his liveshow. We barely see him and the one, the one show he does he shows up like this:
Really could have worn anything, chooses a plain black shirt with a ridiculous H on it. He really must love Hotels. The fact that Harry often goes by H, signs of his tweets with it and all just makes it 10x worse lol.
Jan 4/5 2021 (same day holivia happened) people who bought Harry's merch (that wasn't advertised to have bluegreen hearts on them) started receiving them, once opened it turned out they were literally the most vile bluegreening mess...
Jan 31 2021 - I went into deep detail about the spotify backgrounds but ill just link this here instead, basically Louis put Harry's tattoos on his spotify on during his Walls anniversary and Harry's birthday. He also tweeted a song "Maybe Tomorrow"
considering it was H's birthday the next day and it wasn’t even an answer to the question it looks like he really really just wanted to post that song that day and took whatever thing that came closest to a relevant question to answer this to. To make things worse, the song is about maybe tomorrow finding your way home and includes rainbows.
I don't really know if that answered anything, but I hope that helps. Anyway, my inbox is open :)
#honestly i kinda burned myself out with that draft#like i love love discussing the shit theyre doing#because i truly am convinced theyre pulling the wildest shit#aggressive larrying#but im not looking for proofs in the things they do#so then to make a post that effectively is out there with the purpose of showing proofs#trying to convince people#just kinda made me uncomfortable?#while im out here with the larry laurels masterpost and ridiculous deepdives about louis lining up his playlists to harrys albums#maybe i shouldnt be the one to talk#but ok#and also#like just the thought of inviting discourse#being by angry antis#just drained my energy bigtime#imapuddle#long post
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For the Holidays
Summary: In which Spencer does not want to go to his high school reunion, but you tagging along changes things. “You doubting my skills, Dr. Reid?”
WC: 2.1k
Tags/Warnings: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader, fake-dating trope, pining (so much pining), Morgan trying to be a good big bro (and wingman)
Spencer Reid does not hate Christmas.
“Reid, come on⎼”
“No.”
“Just listen to me.”
“I did, and it’s a stupid idea.”
No, really. Because hating Christmas would imply he didn’t care. Which he does.
Like when Garcia never fails to drag him into decorating the bullpen every year. Obnoxious Christmas music plays in the background as they bomb Hotch’s office, and it’s worth the smile on his face when he walks in the next morning.
It would mean hating Rossi and his extravagant dinner parties. And yeah, he always hosts but these are just as special if not more so. His mansion is decked in fairy lights and streamers, the food are traditional holiday recipes, and the whole place seems a little less massive.
And he doesn’t hate his breaks. He nearly spits out his coffee when Morgan grumbles about how he almost tripped and fell over from the ice. He has to scramble away as the older man bats at him.
Or when Prentiss drops off holiday-themed pastries? Mhm, just thinking of the ribbon-tied box makes him salivate.
Hating the Christmas card is completely out of the question. Henry and Michael make them every year for the entire team, and JJ makes an effort to shake them out carefully for. It has a boyish charm Spencer never had at their age, a mess of glitter and construction paper. He displays it on his desk anyway.
And you. It would mean hating all the various hot chocolate beverages you’ve made since December started.
Apparently, it’s serious business⎼the art of hot chocolate making. You’ve leaned against his desk, hands waving about as you try to articulate to him the relevance, going over anything and everything you can remember of its history and significance. Of course, he knows all of this already, but he likes you too much to stop you. He almost releases a loving sigh. Instead, he settles for nodding and grinning at you, and he doesn’t really get it but he loves it: the hot chocolate, your pensive expression as you await his critique, even though by now he’s sure you know he has no other comments except ‘delicious’.
He loves it all. He loves you⎼all of you guys. Obviously.
So, no. He does not hate Christmas.
But that doesn’t mean he loves it either.
Which is why, when Morgan leans against his desk, he greets him as normal, a smile forming on his lips as he sets his book down. There is no danger here, except Morgan’s guns. And the heinous green and red envelope between his fingers⎼
Where the hell did he get that.
Spencer’s blood froze. His collection of trauma was nothing compared to this.
Now here he is, packing away his things so he can go home to his warm, cozy apartment and order takeout like he does every year. He's not one for change. No need to break tradition.
But Morgan is acting like a child. Wait, no, even children are better behaved than this. Children at least give up faster.
“I’m telling you, it’s a good idea.”
“As a certified genius, I can say with all honesty, it is not.”
“I promise you it’ll be fine,” Morgan reassures him, voice soothing. The letter, colorful and bright and an eye sore, mocks Spencer. He wishes his reflexes were faster, so he can snatch the abhorrent cluster of sparkles and poorly printed holiday cartoons. And shred it.
Maybe if he glares hard enough, it’ll burst into flames.
“Morgan, my class hated me. The whole school hated me,” Spencer shoves another book into his satchel. It's harder than he means to, and he sends a silent apology to Stephen King; he usually handles his books with care. But not right now. Now, he's tired and exasperated and he just wants to curl up on his couch with The Doctor. "I'm sure I won't be missed."
"But you’re the life of the party!"
Spencer looks up.
Morgan winces, "Yeah, even I wouldn't believe me.” Spencer snorts, continuing to stuff his belongings into his satchel. Morgan’s relentless however. “But you deserve to show them up. You’ve got degrees⎼plural⎼and you're a hotshot FBI agent.”
“Are you not aware of the tragedy that is my high school social experience?”
“Oh, I'm very aware, and thank you for being vulnerable with me. But it's because I care that I’m telling you.”
Morgan’s hand falls heavy on his shoulder, making Spencer pause. He meets his gaze, the man’s expression solemn.
“You deserve to rub it in their faces until the only thing they can smell is your success.”
Morgan grins when that draws out a laugh from him.
Spencer huffs, “Shouldn't we be the bigger person here by not going?”
The older man grimaces, retracting his hand as if the idea offends him. “Fuck that. Be a show off! They deserve to be knocked down a peg after what they did to you in high school.”
Spencer bites his lip. Yes, he’s accomplished, and yeah, as Morgan said, he’s a ‘hot shot FBI agent’. But the memories surge in like a broken dam, cruel laughter and harsh words crashing into him as if he’s twelve years old again. He’s an adult now, so he doesn’t topple over from the impact like before, but the pain is a phantom limb, old and familiar, and leaves a pit in his stomach.
He was a child prodigy then. How would going back as he is now be any different?
Morgan's heart clenches when an unspoken pain flits across Spencer’s face, glossing over his eyes. He can't imagine how deep the emotional scars go, but he knows Spencer needs some form of closure from his past. So when he found the invite, he knew they had to seize the chance. If he wants to continue to move forward, Spencer has to learn to let go. And right now, this is his first class ticket. It’s why he’s pushing this so hard.
This is for Spencer.
But the doctor shakes his head, a strained smile tugging his lips. “Morgan, I had no friends. Even if I go, what am I supposed to do once I arrive? It'd be awkward enough as is.”
“True,” The older man contemplates, a light bulb going off as he snaps his fingers. “You know what you should do? Ask (Your Name) to go with you.”
“(Your Name)?” Spencer jolts, fumbling to catch his phone. Despite being a man of science, his eyes dart around, like you’re a demon summoned at the mention of your name. “Wha-what? Why?”
“They could act as your buffer. And you did say you wanted to be closer with them. This is the perfect opportunity,” Morgan shrugs. Like his suggestion is common sense, logical. Maybe it is.
But this is you they’re talking about. You would never. You’re too cool for a silly high school reunion.
At least, that’s what he’s convinced himself as Spencer’s face pinches. He catches his lip with his teeth. “Morgan, I appreciate the… thought, but I could never ask (Your Name).”
“Ask me what?”
… Oh no. You are a demon.
Spencer whirls around in time to see the glass door shut behind you. You stand there in all your poise and beauty, the fluorescent lights softening your expression. You're bundled up in a matching coat and scarf, the knitted beanie snug on your crown and clashing with your outfit (Garcia told you it’s not your Christmas present, but you’ve worn it everyday since). There’s sprinkles of snow all over you.
You’re not a demon, Spencer decides, even as you brush a clump off your shoulder, nose scrunched in annoyance. More like a snow angel.
You tilt your head curiously when Spencer doesn’t answer immediately. There’s a knowing look on his face as Morgan, realizing the poor guy probably won’t respond any time soon, steps up.
“(Your Name), I thought you went home already.”
You cross the bullpen. “I was. Garcia walked me down and I got to the courtyard. Then I realized she had me so distracted that I left my phone charger,” You rummage around your desk and without looking up, you reiterate, “So ask me what?”
Spencer blinks. “What?”
“You had something to ask me, right?”
Right. That. He runs his fingers through his hair awkwardly. “Actually, I don’t⎼oof.”
Morgan jabs his side, “Yes, there is something Reid needs to ask you.” He sends him a meaningful look.
“Shoot.” You nod to them before rifling through your desk drawers. Nope, not there. You card through files and office supplies, oblivious to the conversation Spencer and Morgan have with their eyes, shooting looks and mouthing at each other.
You bend over your desk as Morgan gestures, Ask them!
Spencer shakes his head vigorously, No!
Do it, or I'll do it for you, he mouths.
Spencer squints at him. You wouldn't.
Morgan smirks and Spencer's heart drops to his stomach. Before he can run, shout for help, literally anything, the man slings a buff arm around his shoulders, forcing Spencer to slightly bend down to his level, hugging him to his side.
He's trapped. Stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Fuck.
“Reid is going to his high school reunion,” Morgan starts, biting back a grin when the nerd squirms against him. Both men boys watch, one excited and the other petrified as you disappear behind your desk.
“That’s nice.”
"Yeah. But all his classmates are older than him and married…“
“Uh-huh…” You scan the dark floors, half-listening as Spencer frowns at the unnecessary detail. He never told Morgan such a thing. He didn’t even know, so how would Morgan-?
“So, can you guys pretend to be a couple or something?”
Thud.
“What!?”
Luckily, neither of you notice the other’s surprise as Spencer chokes on air at the same time you let out a pained hiss.
Morgan lets him pull away, withholding a snicker. “You good, (Your Name)?”
“I’m okay!” Your head pops up from under your desk as you rub the top of your head. You blink owlishly. “I’m sorry, did you just ask me to pretend to be your partner?”
“Yes! But Reid’s partner,” Morgan emphasizes, slapping the doctor’s back hard enough he nudges forward.
You stand and Spencer straightens up, trying not to fidget as your gaze burns into his. You’ve known each other for quite some time now, and while Spencer likes to think he knows you pretty well, it bothers him when your expression becomes unreadable. He knows it shouldn't but it does. He’s a profiler, yet your thoughts are completely obscured by a mask. It only makes him more nervous than he already is.
His skin feels hot when your eyes trail over him, and he prays his scarf is enough to cover the flush spreading from his neck.
He's about to disintegrate when you finally answer.
"Okay."
His brow shoots up and his heart flips. You move away from your desk as he sputters, "Really? Are⎼are you sure? I don’t want to put you out of your way.”
“I wouldn’t have agreed otherwise. Why?” You step closer, and he can’t breathe, not without it hitting your face. You stare him down the bridge of your nose, eyes narrowed. “You doubting my skills, Dr. Reid?”
“What? No, of course not!”
You raise an eyebrow expectantly. “Then it’s settled? We’ll pretend to be a couple for your reunion thing?"
A beat of silence. Spencer realizes you're waiting for his confirmation. But panic rises like bile in his throat and he hesitates.
Maybe he should back out now, retract the entire conversation and take the embarrassment like a man. Tell you he was never planning to attend the stupid reunion because his classmates were (and probably still are) assholes. Honesty is key to any relationship after all.
Especially between coworkers. Ahem.
A flicker of movement and Spencer glances over your shoulder. Morgan nods frantically at him, teeth flashing as he grins wider than before. He gives him two thumbs up.
Maybe, for once, he should pull a Morgan and just vibe it.
Yeah. Yeah!
Swallowing, he nods to you, giving you his signature white-person smile because he's sure if he speaks he might blurt out something completely inappropriate. Like statistics on workplace relationships (they’re great reading material, okay).
Your lips quirk up. "Cool. Text me the details when you get the chance.”
You brush past him before he manages a reply, your footsteps fading. Morgan waggles his eyebrows at Spencer. Spencer blankly stares after you.
“What just happened?”
“You just got a date to your reunion. A fake date, mind you, but you’re welcome nonetheless,” Morgan smirks at him. “So, you got a plan, Pretty Boy?”
His face falls, and the hearts in his eyes⎼shit, had they always been there?⎼chip slightly.
He does not have a plan.
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“Did you do it?”
“It went all according to plan, Mama.”
AN: I fucked myself over and wrote 7k+ and still counting. Now it’s an unplanned holiday mini series. This kind of stems from Bonding as this uses Mysterious!Reader. Also, I seem to be into pining (fuck established relationships, suffer in silenceee). Whatever holiday you celebrate, I hope you still enjoy this one shot!!
One of the biggest disappointments of CM: Spencer doesn’t confront his high school bullies. I read several fics of him doing so, but a lot of them have the bullies be just as much of an asshole as they were to him in the past, but he deserves more closure.
This will be my take on it. It’ll be a lot of pining but I hope to focus on the his hardships in a less angsty, dramatic way.
Hope you enjoy it!! There will be at least 3 parts?
Also, spread the usage of the term ‘partner’, which can be used for same-sex and opposite-sex relationships.
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pairing: doctor!wonwoo x lawyer!female oc
genre: modern royalty, arranged marriage, fluff and angst
word count: 3.7k
WARNINGS: hospital setting, mentions of surgery/operation, blood, violence
a/n: so, this is it guys. the final part of ifliys :( i would like to extend my sincere thank yous to each and everyone who have read, liked, commented and shared this series. this is the very first fanfic i was able to finish/complete because of the support, love and motivation you all gave as i wrote this. don’t worry! there is an epilogue and i will announce what i have in store for them in the near future. in the meantime, this is part ten. thank you very much!
ten: moonlight | masterlist
The Queen is talkative. That’s one of the many quirks she has that you noticed when you were growing up. It’s not the uncomfortable or annoying kind of talkative. You really don’t know how to exactly put it, but she’s talkative in an elegant and easy-going way. One time, she decided to take a walk on a particularly busy street with only one member of the security detail assigned to tail her a few meters behind. She told you the whole story, excitedly. She was casually strolling and asking typical questions like what time is it to some vendors, passersby and the like. She even held a conversation about olive oil that lasted a good twenty minutes until the stranger she was talking to recognized who she was. You can tell that she had a blast as she laughed all through the evening.
Spending time with her gradually dwindled because of your job paired with your official duties as the Crowned Princess. But when opportunity arises, you make sure to make it worth the wait. Conversations are easy with her because she’s trustworthy and most importantly, she’s your mother. She usually asks you random, yet unexpectedly relevant questions whenever the two of you share a cup of coffee or tea or when you go shopping and even now is no different, as you’re about to choose the right fabric for your wedding dress.
“Describe the person that brings the best out of you.”
Ah, here we go. Your mother is surely not distracting you but her intent stares as she props her arm against the armrest of the white couch she’s sitting on is definitely pulling you away from the matter at hand. The look on your eyes is telling her really? and she fires back with an expecting one telling you a silent, “well? Come on. Tell me.”
You snort and shake your head, bringing your attention back to the table. You’re not denying your mother an answer because you know who to describe. It’s not that hard to figure out and you know she’s smart enough to know.
Jeon Wonwoo.
“How do you want me to describe? Personality or physical features?” You ask back and humor her as you fiddle with one lace material.
“Both,” she challenges with a mischievous grin and you’re not one to back down.
“Well, the person is quite tall and sharp in terms of physical features,” you start, doing your best to describe him implicitly. “Has a way with words, but they are all genuine and honest.”
Unbeknownst to you, your mother’s fond smile confirms your assumption that she is smart and that she knows who you’re talking about. But she presses on, loving how you describe this mysterious person.
“What about those features then? How do they help you?”
You thought for a moment and when the right words came to mind, you didn’t hesitate to say, “They inspire me to do and be better not only for myself but for everyone else. Mostly it’s their genuineness and honesty that inspires me.”
You and your mother laugh together at your last sentence.
It’s true though. After witnessing Wonwoo in the light of his Kingdom, something tugged at your heartstrings. You don’t exactly remember when, maybe it was around high school, but you remember adamantly telling your friends that you would want to be with someone that will bring the best out in you. Someone that can fuel your desire to be of service for the greater good. It sounds awfully used too often and you’re sure you’re not the only one who thinks this way, but as you have already said, it’s the truth.
Despite the circumstances, you found that someone. You found Wonwoo.
A few seconds later, Jeongyeon comes in with a knock and announces, “Your Majesty, Prince Wonwoo has arrived.”
Your eyes spring up at the name, distracted once again. And when you see the “tall” and “sharp” Prince, you’re quick to your feet and run towards him. He stumbles a little when you jump at him in a tight hug, arms clinging around his neck. Nonetheless, he smiles and welcomes your enthusiastic embrace with a soft smooch on the side of your head.
“Wait,” you abruptly pull away. “You’re not supposed to be here, though.”
Wonwoo acts dumb, tilting his head to the side. “What do you mean? Her Majesty invited me to be here.”
“Calm down, Y/N,” you hear the culprit say behind your back as she stands up to greet her future son-in-law. “There’s no dress yet. It’s okay for him to be here.”
You subtly roll your eyes. You’re not one to be superficial but if there were a dress already, she’d take her words back. You return your arms back to Wonwoo’s waist and lean your chin against his chest, your lips pulling into a pout. He leans down to meet your lips with a quick peck but your mother was quicker to push you aside and to take her turn in giving him a hug.
Your jaw drops and your pout is exchanged with a scowl.
Wonwoo tries his best to hold his laughter but to no avail, fails as he formally greets the Queen. “Good afternoon, Your Majesty.”
“Always good to see you, my Prince,” the Queen replies and gently pats his cheek. “And now that you’re here, I can finally take my leave.”
“Leave? We haven’t even picked a fabric yet,” you remind her and stand in between them.
“Honey, you have been going back and forth since nine in the morning,” she retaliates and walks back to the couch to pick her bag up. “Let’s schedule for another day. Unless you want Wonwoo to leave and we continue.”
Your stance immediately takes a hundred eighty degree turn. “You know what, you’re right. Let’s clear Saturday next week and we’ll take it from there.”
“I thought so.”
With a knowing wink, the Queen takes off.
That memory was from about three weeks ago after your visit and vacation at Wonwoo’s Kingdom. Wedding planning was back and the two of you went your separate ways for the time being to prepare your respective attire and accessories. Wonwoo didn’t know you had that conversation with the Queen not until she told him here at the hospital where you lie unconscious and fighting for your life.
The Royal Hospital was once again swarmed with a plethora of men in black suits because the Crowned Princess of the Kingdom has been shot twice, one on her shoulder and another on her left leg. It was a failed attempt in assassinating the King but Kim Mingyu took the opportunity to target your vulnerability and let his men shoot you instead as if it was his plan b. Kim Mingyu, whom he never desires to meet, is finally in police custody. He didn’t try to elude his impending arrest. In fact, he knew he would get arrested. He just wanted to toy with people until he couldn’t anymore.
Wonwoo has no words to spare to describe him and seeing his face and hearing his name everywhere and everytime is just making his blood boil.
The Queen has never left the hospital from the moment she arrived while you were undergoing operation up to being placed in a private room. She was calm when Wonwoo stood up from the bench to respectfully address her. She just nodded her head when he couldn’t say a word without his lips trembling and enveloped him in a warm hug as he cried on her shoulder.
She told him that the two of you haven’t spoken since your father’s arrest and it has been unbearably painful and challenging. She acknowledges how terrible and neglecting she has been as a mother when she knows how absolutely difficult this is for you. It’s even more heartbreaking because you never once complained. Instead you respected her silence and distance. She regrets her absence and seeing you lying on a bed, looking so cold and fragile is making her world completely fall apart.
“Wonwoo, I’m so sorry that this happened,” the Queen solemnly says and holds his hand tightly. “The Kingdom promises that everyone involved will be held accountable.”
Wonwoo nods. “I understand, Your Majesty. Our Kingdom will do so as well.”
“I also want you to know that Y/N never wanted to end the engagement,” she adds. “She was just afraid that someone like her doesn’t deserve to receive your love.”
Wonwoo didn’t know that you looked up to him. If anyone should be admired, it should be you because you were ready to drop everything just to uphold justice. It’s been three days after the operation and you still haven’t opened your eyes. The operation was successful. No artery nor major organs were damaged, but you did lose a lot of blood. Just like the Queen, Wonwoo has been by your side, patiently waiting. Right now despite your stable condition, he still feels like dying.
The love of his life almost died before his eyes.
Wonwoo rests his head on the small space beside your arm, similar to the first time he took care of you a few months back. He gazes at your peaceful face, silently begging for you to wake up. He wants to kiss, hear and hug you again. He wants to be with you again.
“Wonwoo.”
He sits up straight at the sound of his name and finds the Queen sadly smiling at him.
“How about you go back to your apartment for today?” She suggests, taking the seat on your other side. “Take a long shower and have some shut eye? Hmmm?”
Wonwoo bites his bottom lip, hesitant to leave and not have his eyes on you. He badly wants to stay and be here when you finally wake up. But the Queen is right. You’re safe now so he has nothing to worry about anymore.
Slowly, he stands up from the chair he’s been sitting on for who knows how long. He clasps his one hand around yours while the other sweeps the hair that’s covering your forehead and lands a gentle kiss there. You’re starting to warm up and that’s a relief.
He talks to you every single day, hoping you’d hear his voice. For now, he’ll keep it to himself.
I love you.
Later in the evening, you find your mother quietly dozing off, her head swaying from left to right and vice versa as she remains upright on the couch placed near the wall. You blink your eyes and adapt to the sudden brightness greeting your senses. You try to move your head and take in your surroundings and after a few minutes of contemplating, you recognize where you’re at and remember everything.
Dad.
Your violent gasp immediately roused your mother from her sleep and seeing you struggling to sit made her jolt up and hurry beside you.
“Darling,” she calls and holds your thrashing arms down, worried that you’d worsen your wounds. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”
“Dad,” you voice out against the dryness of your throat. “Mom, where’s dad?”
“He’s okay too.” You can see the tears welling up on her eyes as she caresses your hair and gently pulls you in a hug. “He’s safe.”
Together, you shed the tears of anguish that you have been holding back for so long.
The King couldn’t be here because the court didn’t allow his appeal to accompany nor visit you even just for a day. He couldn’t even carry his daughter’s body to the ambulance because he was handcuffed and heavily guarded. He couldn’t even protect his daughter from the harmful consequences of his mistakes. Your mother told you that he desperately wants to be by your side and you do know that. You’re way past his inability to be here and that’s none of your concern anymore. As long as he is safe, you’re more than content.
The trial has been rescheduled for next week and your father has to be detained until then. You’ll try to visit him again once you’re discharged and together with that, you’d also find the strength to accompany him at his trial.
Your mother was firm on staying and insisting that she’s fine when you tried to urge her to go home, but you can clearly tell how tired she is from the lack of sleep so you didn’t let her win. It’s already late in the night when she finally gave in. Your mother kisses your cheek one last time after the doctor assessed your condition. Jeongyeon would stick around for the evening in her stead. Poor girl cried so much the moment she saw you widely awake.
Once it’s only the two of you left, Jeongyeon helped you sit on a wheelchair and wheeled you next to the window before she left to grab some extra bottled water. You can’t stand properly yet because of the wound on your leg so a wheelchair is necessary if you want to be mobile. You’re starting to feel the back pain after lying down for so long, you need to move. The doctor was a bit apprehensive about allowing you to leave your bed, but gave in when you promised to stay inside the room.
The moon, shining in all its glory, up in the dark sky looked so enticing, you had to take a closer look. The three days went by so fast and running through all that ensued leaves a sickening sensation down to your stomach. You shake your head, not wanting to relive the frightening memories.
Your attention goes back to the moon and one person comes to mind.
It makes you selfishly wonder if he ever visited once or asked and worried about you as you bring your hand up to your neck. When you don’t feel the lifebuoy pendant, your heart skips a beat. You then looked down to your hand, your engagement ring is also not on your finger. You frown, growing upset. They could have removed it, but it should be back to you by now. You looked around the room, hoping to find your precious gems within reach. Just in time before you could wheel yourself around to search for them, you hear the door open.
“Hey Jeongyeon, have you seen my necklace and ring?” You ask to the void as you tilt your head back to the moon.
When you don’t hear any answer other than the sound of heavy breathing, you remove your gaze from the window to see who came in if it’s not your assistant. To your surprise it’s no other than,
“Wonwoo.”
Wonwoo didn’t keep count of the exact times, but he knows how long and how much he begged just to hear your voice call his name once again. He didn’t even have the chance to change from his sweatpants and sleeveless shirt when he received the call from Soonyoung (whom Jeongyeon told to). Honestly? He didn’t bother at all because he just wanted to be right here at this moment.
To be with you.
He takes slow steps as he calms his breathing. Meanwhile, you remained seated and let him come to you. You’d run to him just like you did back then, but your leg wouldn’t appreciate that.
It felt like forever for Wonwoo to get to you. But when he finally drops on the floor and lightly rests his head on your lap, there’s no reason for him to complain anymore.
Your tears fall again for the nth time tonight. You caress his wet locks, probably from the mixture of his shower and sweat. He cries too because you can feel it seeping against the pants you’re wearing. He wraps his arms around your lap, careful from crashing his weight. You, on the other hand, bend your head down to kiss the crown of his head.
Both of your hearts are shouting, finally.
The beautiful moonlight shines on the two of you as you both silently settle down there for a moment, not giving a care in the world because this is just what you’ve been yearning for and you’re not allowing anyone nor anything to steal this away ever again.
Your long face doesn’t go unnoticed by Wonwoo and he knows why you’re pulling it against him. But no, he is not falling for it. Instead he ignores your silent plea and continues tucking you back on the bed. You glance up at him and try to win him again with your attempt at puppy dog eyes and when he doesn’t, you give up.
“You know that this bed is too small to fit two bodies, Y/N,” he states the obvious and drags a chair to sit on. “I know you’re smart enough to see that.”
You huff and pull the covers closer to your chin. If it wasn’t for the wound on your shoulder, you’d turn your back against him.
Wonwoo just rolls his eyes at your antics and holds your hand under the warm blanket.
After your short reunion, Wonwoo decided to get you back to your bed because it was nearing one o’clock in the morning. You haven’t brought up what happened and it’s alright because you still have another chance to do so. Hopefully.
“I’m sorry, Wonwoo,” you whisper under your breath but his ears can hear your words.
He nods and kisses the back of your hand. “I know, baby. It’s not your fault.”
Baby.
You never use pet names or terms of endearment and hearing him say it for the first time almost made you faint. It’s an exaggeration but you’re weak at the moment and anything that flusters your heart can potentially weaken your whole body.
Wonwoo then brings something out from his pockets and your eyes brighten at the sight of the necklace he gave you. He chuckles when he sees your excited expression and stands up. His fingers tenderly graze the skin of your neck when he puts it back to where it rightfully belongs.
“I thought I lost it,” you say, holding the pendant between your fingers.
He sits back down and what he mutters next makes you feel a twinge of guilt.
“I thought I lost you.”
You sigh and coax him to you, grasping the hand enclosed to yours. “Come here.”
This time you let him take the small space on your bed. You sit up as well so that you can reach his height. He helps you and once you’re comfortably situated, you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head on his chest.
Wonwoo smiles at your affection and lets his hand smooth against your hair. You have always been brave when it comes to touching him and he’ll never forget how you kissed him on the lips first. He’s so glad and relieved you’re finally awake. He doesn’t think he can go on for another day without you. And now that you’re holding each other like this, he wishes for this night to never end.
“I’ll probably not inherit the throne,” you say against his shirt. “I don’t think your family would want you to marry an abolished monarch.”
Wonwoo’s hand drops and he breathes out a disappointed sigh. He is not having this conversation with you right now. Why must you ruin the moment?
When you don’t feel his hand against you anymore, you look up and steal a kiss under his chin. However, that doesn’t suffice because he’s still upset and it’s evident on the frown adorning his handsome face.
“But I realized I love you, so if it means I have to beg all the way to their Majesties for your hand then—”
Wonwoo doesn’t let you continue and shuts you up with a searing kiss. He softly squeezes your cheeks with one of his hands, almost as if commanding you to pucker your lips. Your eyes widened in surprise but when he put his other hand at the side of your neck, you surrendered.
It’s no secret that you and Wonwoo kiss. Oftentimes they’re just quick brushes, but sometimes they get a little bit more intense, deeper. You won’t get into detail though, because that’s a story to tell for some other time.
For now, you eagerly meet Wonwoo’s passion as he lays you back down on the bed, of course with caution. He doesn’t fully drop his weight on top of you, one arm carrying his upper body while the other gingerly cupping one side of your face.
His chest is firm and his shoulder broad as you grip your hands on them and continue kissing him. You should be asleep by now because you are still recovering. But Wonwoo is a doctor himself, right? So if he took the initiative to kiss you until sunrise, then it must be alright.
Okay, maybe it’s wrong to mock his profession like that. But, you’re just grateful to kiss him like this again. Because the last time you shared one, tears were streaming down your face and you two were on the verge of breaking up.
“I should really put you to sleep now,” Wonwoo whispers against your lips, breathless.
You hold your laughter, still basking in his taste. When you open your eyes, Wonwoo is already hoisting himself back up. Your lips draw into a pout again and the cause of it just rolls his eyes.
“I promise there will be more, but for now rest, okay?” He pinches your cheek lightly and sits back on the chair.
“You can take the couch,” you tell him.
“Sleep, Y/N.”
You no longer defy and close your eyes.
You remember the first time he commanded you those words and looking back, they are all fond memories of your then developing relationship. There were many questions when you and Wonwoo got along so well and so fast. There were many doubts and insecurities. The two of you shared those in silence, which could have endangered your hearts. However, even though your relationship was shaken and tested, the two of you persevered.
For you, Wonwoo persevered and words and actions are not enough to thank him. You couldn’t have overcome this without his support and patience. So from now on, against all odds, you’ll do exactly the same.
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Hey!
I was wondering if I could request a Rambo x reader set in the first movie, if that’s alright, where the reader sees him walking through town and knows that Sheriff Teasle will try to bully him out of town so she pulls over and lies about them being old friends and then they go to eat or something? And the reader actually treats Rambo like a human being and thanks him for his service to his country when she finds out he is a veteran. Oh and could the reader be female please? Thank you very much! If not then that’s totally fine 😊
And I also wanted to say that your writing is amazing!!! And the reason I ended up watching Rambo in the first place 😆
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Respect Me.
John Rambo (First Blood) x reader
Warnings: mentions of war, mentions if death
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For once, the truck sound system seems to be playing the tape flawlessly, lacking the usual stuttering and skipping it generally likes to include in the soft flow of music. Idly, I tap my fingers along with the gentle beat, the steering wheel moving easily in my grip as I guide the beaten pick-up truck out onto the main road, falling in line with the other traffic around me. The vehicle shudders a little as I change the gears, the old truck having never liked to do anything it should do, slowly moving into a more sustainable pace as I lean back in my seat, keeping my eyes trained on the road, with a half-eye kept on the sidewalk and nearby shops. A few Christmas decorations adorn the homely stores, though it's mostly left dull and bleak, as this town always has been. Once again, I find myself wishing I could just move away from here, start a new life somewhere else.
Ahead of me, the traffic slows, allowing someone to turn into the main flow, giving me the time to glance out of the window, scanning the sidewalk a little way away. Oddly, a familiar police vehicle has pulled up just past a nearby junction, the driver leaning out of the window to talk to someone on the pavement, who I have yet to be able to see. The car is Sheriff Teasle's, the knowledge of which does not sit well with me - If he's pulled someone over, it's not for a good reason.
Checking my mirrors, I indicate off towards the sheriff, leaving the main flow as I follow the curb round, finally able to see who Teasle is talking to. Just as I feared, it looks as if he's pulled up a random person for yet another unfair interrogation. Frowning, I regard the solemn-looking man with interest, trying to ignore the part of me that finds his somewhat crooked features incredibly attractive, taking note of his obvious vagrancy: his hair is long and shaggy, clearly being left uncut for months on end, his dust-strewn parka and faded jeans showing signs of constant wear. From what I can see, Teasle is questioning him, most likely about the guy's purpose in Hope, though he doesn't seem particularly open to this encounter. Making up my mind, I cross my fingers and hope my plan now works.
Pulling up beside the two, I stop the car and climb out, plastering on a convincing grin as I go towards the dark-haired man, greeting him as I go.
"John! I didn't realise you were in town! You should've said something!" I exclaim, pleading the man with my eyes that he'll play along, though it's somewhat unlikely.
He gives me a shocked look, head snapping round at the sound of the name, hard eyes fixing on me with suspicion and hostility, the severity of the expression sending a shudder down my spine. Teasle also looks to me, frowning.
"And to think you were left to walk along here in the cold! Jeez, you really should have called or something, I could've picked you up!" I carry on, praying that he picks up the cue, "Oh, hello there, Sheriff, how are you?"
"Not bad, thanks." Teasle replies tightly, glancing between the man and I, "You know this guy?"
"Oh, yeah. John is a family friend." I lie, smiling brightly at the man in question.
"Yeah, it's been a long while, but I thought it was time to visit again." The man finally chips in, his husky voice stirring up butterflies in my stomach, "Wanted to keep my visit a surprise, though."
"Ah, well! You're here now, at least I can give you a lift back to mine." I offer him, ignoring Teasle's sceptical look.
Giving me a taut smile, which looks more like a grimace, the man steps towards me, shooting the Sheriff a glance as he goes. Doing the same, I smile pleasantly at Teasle, and say my goodbyes, climbing back into my car as my new passenger joins me, sliding cautiously into the seat beside me. Quickly, I pull back out into the traffic, heading away from Teasle as swiftly as possible.
"Thank you for doing that." The dark-haired man murmurs after a moment, his hands clenching around his knees as he forces himself to look out of the windscreen.
"No problem. Teasle's an ass at the best of times, best just to stay away from him." I muse, "Do you want something to eat? There's a good place just down the road from here."
Turning to face me, the man frowns and watches my face, as if for signs of deceit, his quiet nature giving me the impression that he's probably quite acclimatised to being treated as such.
"How do you know my name?" He eventually asks, voice quiet.
Now it's my turn to frown as I glance across at him.
"I don't."
"You called me John earlier. How did you know that's my name?"
Surprised, I double take, now realising how sketchy that must look.
"Your name is John? I had no idea! That's a lucky coincidence, clears up confusion later." I chuckle dryly, "Honestly, I picked the first name that came to mind. I had no idea that it's your actual name."
He watches me for a second longer, eventually appearing happy with my response, looking away again.
"What's your name?" He asks me after a further minute.
"Me? I'm (Y/n). (Y/n) (Y/l/n)."
"John Rambo." John nods, flicking some hair from his face, "And if you're still offering, I'd like to get something to eat, please."
"Of course."
Pulling up to the diner, I park the car, climbing out as I check the cash I have on me, deeming it enough for two decent meals and some drinks, hoping that it won't be too busy at this time of the day. John follows me, leaving his bedroll in the car as we walk into the small restaurant, finding a seat at one of the window booths, sitting opposite each other. He's quiet, scanning the room as soon as he's sat down, body stiff as he unzips his parka, revealing a red woolen jumper underneath. What strikes me most, however, (apart from the obvious planes of rippling muscle) are the silver dog tags hanging around his neck, jingling every so often as he moves.
A waiter comes over to us, handing us menus with a false smile, leaving us alone together again until we've ordered drinks, at which point he returns with the beverages. Stepping away again, John and I are left with some privacy. At this moment, I take a breath and ask him the one question on my mind.
"If you don't mind me asking, are you a soldier?"
John visibly stiffens, eyes hardening a little.
"I was." Is all he says, tone flat.
"Did you serve in Vietnam?" I ask, unable to stop myself as my curiosity gets the better of me.
Once again, John seems reluctant to answer, and instantly starts to glance around, clearly watching for an escape route.
"Yeah." He affirms, gaze returning to me.
Shock fills me at this: I'd heard horrible things about the Vietnam War, about how the soldiers (on both sides) faced terrifying situations that I'd never dream of, my heart stuttering at this admonition.
"Really? That's...wow, that's…" I go to say something, finding myself speechless as I stare at the man before me, admiring him now in a totally new light, "God, you must be a strong person."
He blinks.
"Huh?"
"Well, you've done what I'd never be able to do, you've faced deadly situations, you've probably been in harrowing conditions and fights, I'd never have the strength to do what you did. Very few people do, so you must be a very strong person, mentally." I tell him, still in shock, "You definitely did the country proud, and I respect you for everything you've done. Thank you for that."
He stares at me in shock, eyes wide, lips parted.
"You...What?" Is all he manages, voice hitching.
"I respect you, and admire your bravery. You're a better person than any of the rest of us ever could be." I repeat, smiling gently at him.
For a long moment, he doesn't say anything, his expression remaining as it is, his body tense as he processes what I've said, clearly not quite believing me.
"You...respect me?" He stammers, quietly.
"I do." I nod, taking a sip of my soda.
"Thank you." John murmurs, pulling a face as he looks away, "You wouldn't be saying that if you knew what kinda things I've done."
"What you did isn't relevant to me, only that you served the country, and you did it with bravery, so for that, you have my respect." I reassure him, telling him the truth.
John stays silent this time, apparently too overcome for words.
"Do you...do you need somewhere to stay?" I finally break the silence that has descended on us, tapping a rhythm out onto the table.
"No, but I don't want to inconvenience you any more than I already have, so don't worry about it. I'll figure something out." The veteran shrugs, still a little taken aback.
"You're not inconveniencing me, I wouldn't ask if you were. I have space in my house if you want to take it." I offer him, once again smiling across at him.
For the first time, John smiles at me, his features loosening as the expression crosses his face.
"I'll take it."
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play thing | drabble series (iii)
pairing. basketball player!jungkook x female reader
summary. jungkook is aware of the fact that you’re not his to love, yet he’s determined to show you what you’re missing out on.
wc. 2435
warnings. mild explicit language, suggestive themes.
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“Do you think he would notice if we’d fuck here?”
The question is ridiculous yet amusing to the ear, but you’re still having a hard time finding it in yourself to laugh at the remarkable query. And that’s most likely because Jungkook’s voice falls heavy in the shell of your ear even as you attempt to ignore him the best you can. Yet the act seems harder than usual when his pretty fingertips start gazing over your clothed waist, softly nipping at the flimsy material of your tight shirt in between his pleasing, tattooed fingers.
“He would.” So I wouldn’t try anything if I were you, is what you mean to add, yet the words don’t manage to slip any further than your charming lips that seem sealed shut as soon as you look at him in the eyes.
‘‘Do you think he would care?’’
This one seems to shut you up soon enough – you’re not entirely sure if the answer to that will suit your fight against the man behind you, and the jerk knows that. Because you don’t even have to look at him to see the grin that’s growing on his pretty features.
It’s taking you one more look upon the living room of which is connected to the rather chilly kitchen you’re finding yourself in before you can come up with a decent answer. The silence hurts your ears, but you have no other choice than to stay quiet by his side. Both you and Jungkook know the situation you’re finding yourself in, lying won’t do you any justice.
Your boyfriend’s dyed, blonde locks are astounding and vibrant alongside his fellow teammates on the sofa. They’re yelling at something that happens in the game playing in front of their noses, multiple chaotic arms pointing at the big screen and already loud voices which are only increasing in volume. And you can only guess there’s no good coming out of it.
“Of course he’d care.” You carry on your act, and you’re not entirely sure if it is you or Jungkook you’re attempting to convince here, but it doesn’t seem to work either way, “He is my boyfriend, after all.”
All the lights in Minho’s apartment are turned off, the only ounce of lighting available being the one coming from the big screen in the living area. And that might as well be for the best, considering Jungkook’s sneering eyes that are boring holes in the side of your face right now. He doesn’t seem satisfied with your answer, certainly not when your lips grow into a content, irritatingly smug grin. You probably think you’re the shit now.
“Are you sure about that?” He questions, the fingers that were previously playing with the fabric of your shirt tightening in the heat of his palm as for right now. He can’t keep his hands to himself today, but it seems like you don’t really mind the way today’s play is going.
“So if I do this,” both his hands position themselves down your waist, finding their place on your hips before he slams his chest against your back, “he would come running to punch me in the face right now?”
When his head dips into the crook of your neck, a gasp is leaving your lips and it’s only feeding onto his ego, especially when he can feel you freeze under his fingertips. His lips are only inches removed from the skin on the side of your throat, yet his hot breath spreading down its place is taking an enormous toll on you.
His fingers tighten around both of your hipbones, head dipping even further down your neck to place a wet peck on the spot, a gasp leaving you once a pair of dampened lips make contact with you skin.
‘‘He’d kick me out of his shitty dorm?’’ He stupidly laughs in the crook of your neck, the vibrations against you being anything but sly, but you doubt he even worries about something silly like that. ‘‘Don’t fool yourself, ___. He isn’t even looking.’’
His index fingers that were wrapped around your hips just earlier make a move to tilt your chin up, yet the action doesn’t seem to revolve around him – no, he’s making you look up at Minho. And even though the feeling of his fingertips isn’t overbearing underneath your chin, merely being there for moral support, you don’t make a move to pull your gaze away from your boyfriend.
‘‘Do you think he would care?’’
You don’t need Jungkook to constantly remind you that Minho doesn’t give more than 2 fucks about you, because you’re able to do that yourself just perfectly fine. But what gives him the right to talk about your relationship like that? As if his opinion is relevant to you even the slightest way – he’s ridiculous.
‘‘Cut it out, Jungkook.’’ You snarl in between your gritted teeth, the sweet tone from before completely disappearing as you feel yourself heating up now.
‘‘Or what? Are you going to tell him?’’ His lips are making movements that send shivers down your spine, and you have to refrain your head from falling down to rest on his shoulder, ‘‘I think you’re enjoying this far too much to be putting this to a stop, no?’’
‘‘You’re nothing special.’’ You say, but your body language proves him otherwise. The heavy weight of your head is betraying you, the way you fall limp in his embrace proving his every word to be correct.
He pays no attention to your previous statement, not feeling the need to prove you wrong when both of you already know the deal, ‘‘Tell me why you’re here today.’’ He says instead, voice lower than before.
‘‘Did you invite yourself over because you wanted to spend some time with your boyfriend,’’ flat hands slide down over your clothed belly, large palms reaching lower to the place you desperately need him, ‘‘or because you knew I’d be here?”
You stop him before he can get too far, your own hands clutching own just as desperately. ‘‘Me being here has nothing to do with you.’’
The lie is obvious and perhaps a little lacking in itself, the eager tone in your voice merely being there to overpower him. The attempt was there, but the execution could have been worked on.
His fingers are playing with the belt loops of your jeans, solely hooking his thumbs through them as he pushes you more against him – which he doesn’t even have to put a lot of effort into, not when you sloppily fall against him with your hips wedged to his own, no fight notable in your body. He uses his tallest fingers to reach out from their place to hover over the closed zipper that keeps your panties hidden – and you can’t find it in yourself to break away from him.
‘‘Go to your boyfriend, then.’’ He says, his breath tickling underneath your ear. ‘‘I’m not holding you back.’’
You’re sure it’s the conceited tone in his voice that has something snapping inside of you – most likely the thick layer of confidence nagging at you to stay in your lane. And you have to remind yourself that you’re completely falling for him, melting in his embrace as if your boyfriend isn’t mere feet away from the two of you. As if this Jungkook guy has some kind of effect on you.
Pfft. As if.
You don’t say anything as you remove your body from his own, and neither does he. Yet both of his arms fall slack besides his posture when you look back at him, the tip of his tongue pocking the inside of his cheek. And you know it irks him, yet you’d have to walk over his dead body for him to say it out loud.
If he wanted you to go to your boyfriend, then you will. He can kiss your ass for all you care.
Stupid, hot basketball jock.
With no seats left over of which are relatively close to your boyfriend, you find yourself sitting on the arm of the couch. Annoyed and pissed beyond your limits. He doesn’t reach out for you to make you feel included alongside his friends and neither do you wait (nor want) for him to do so.
You don’t know where Jungkook is, and you force yourself not to care about him for much longer. He didn’t follow you into the living room like as you assumed he would, and for all you know, he could have silently left already the dorm already.
The idea of that doesn’t sit right with you, though. The void in the pit of your stomach is only expanding at the thought of you sitting here with Minho and his friends, watching some stupid game you’re barely interested in. With you being here, bored and out of your mind, does nothing to spark your boyfriend’s interest – and it’s not like you expected much different when you walked through his door today. Your mind is already looping down a hole of excuses you’ll be throwing into his face as soon as you can get out of here.
‘‘Minho,’’ you eventually speak up, fingers nudging his shoulder. ‘‘I’m leaving now.’’
He only hums in response, a quick and effortless ‘‘mhm’’ leaving his closed lips. Eyes trained on the screen in front of him as he unappealingly munches on some popcorn, the greasy saltiness sticking to his fingertips.
He’s not asking you why you’re leaving, and you don’t think it’s happening any time soon. Except doesn’t matter this time, because again, you didn’t expect anything else to happen. His friends are focused on the game, so you’re no use to him at this moment. Not when he can’t show you off in front of the world.
As if on cue, Jungkook comes strolling into the living area as soon as you stand up from your seat on the armrest. A bright red, nearly perfect looking apple rests in the center of his palm as he’s chewing on the remaining pieces in his mouth, flawless and sharp eyebrows just slightly furrowed.
He barely looks at you as he walks by, feet moving to his previous spot on Minho’s cornered sofa, yet he raises an unabashed eyebrow once he catches a glimpse of you. As if asking you where you’re heading to, but at the same time telling you he could care less if you were actually to leave.
That’s a lie though. You know that much.
Seeing the way he falls down on the couch with a huff, cockily munching on the sweet pieces of apple on his tongue; you can see right through him. He doesn’t want you gone.
The guy enjoyed shoving all the blame on you tonight, telling you how much you needed him, yet you know he is in an all too eager frame of mind for your presence just as much as you are for his. And it’ll be a hard job to get him to say it out loud, but you might as well think Jungkook is a challenge you’d gratefully accept tonight.
So in honor of him, you’ll stay just a little longer.
‘‘What are you doing?’’ Minho’s voice rummages through the room when you suddenly decide to slip into his lap, knees on both of his sides as your ass pokes out on his thighs. It doesn’t grab the boys’ attention just yet, only a few glances here and there before they quickly avert back to the game, scooping more loads of popcorn and coke down their throats.
But you can feel the eyes of a certain someone on you.
‘‘I want to cuddle with you.’’ You shrug, resting your head on the base of his shoulder, angled perfectly in a way where you can take Jungkook’s expression in. The dude doesn’t look happy. ‘‘I’ve missed you.’’
Jungkook doesn’t even pretend as if he’s interested in the game, not towards you nor his teammates. They’re not paying much attention to him, anyways. His harsh stare is only locking with your own as he slumps down his seat on the sofa, legs spread apart before you attempt on not looking down once he does so.
‘‘Did you miss me too?’’ You don’t want a genuine answer from him. Heck, you hardly hear him once he mutters an uninterested ‘of course I did’, and instead your fingers lock with his, guiding them down your ass.
And you’re glad his larger hands rest there without question, in full view of the guy you currently have wrapped around your finger. You can see his tongue poking in the inside of his cheek again, which is more than a good sign. He repositions himself quite a few times in his place, hoping the daggers he’s shooting in your direction are put into good use and you’ll back the fuck off soon enough.
There’s no luck on his side when your fingers come up to rest on your boyfriend’s jaw, solely being there for show when your lips make contact with the skin underneath his jawline.
‘‘Do you think they would notice if we’d fuck here?’’ Your voice is sharp and confident in the crook of his neck, the volume of your voice loud enough to catch some ears in the room.
Minho’s head shoots down to look at you as soon as the words escape your lips, totally caught off guard as well as the other boys who seem shocked as well – yet you couldn’t care less about them. Jungkook’s eyes are boring into yours and that’s all that matters at this right moment.
He’s stopped munching on the apple pieces in his mouth, swallowing them down his throat with some effort, his hand is tightening around the pretty colored fruit as he can already feel his body heating up at the sudden reference.
‘‘I don’t think they would care.’’ You continue to blabber on, the guy on the other side of the couch feeling a little tense in the current situation he’s finding himself in.
‘‘Babe..’’ Minho’s uncertain voice booms through his chest as he continues to mumble something about the game, but your focus isn’t on him. Instead you have found your center of attention elsewhere.
Else, where his hands drop down in between his spread legs, cupping the inner sides of his thighs. His jaw clenched so tightly that you’re able to catch the sharp jawline from this distance as the two rows of teeth are clutched against one another – unable to open up.
You’re leading this game. And you’re loving it.
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ack anon with the dress hcs here- tysvm for those!! my heart~ ok so another random idea i just needed to share but bakugou/deku/todoroki first frenchie kiss with their s.o. and neither of them have much experience 😖 lots of fluffy awkwardness y'know? idk. again go ahead and add on but don't stress yourself!
FRENCH KISSES WITH THEIR S/O
[GN!HEADCANNONS]
[ft. bakugo katsuki, izuku midoriya, todoroki shouto]
SUMMARY: someone decides to bring of french kissing and as expected; its chaotic.
WORD COUNT: french kissing? nothing explicit, very mildly suggestive
WARNINGS: kissing, maybe second hand embarrassment but i doubt it, awkward situations
A/N: my search history is “how to french kiss now” which is the main reason i held off on doing this one ajkshdkjah also this is my first time writing for our boy deku so uhhhh be kind to me, also anon you are now dress anon also i tried something new because i couldn’t bring myself to write full scenarios also i can’t write for midoriya i TRIED BUT I THINK HIS IS BAD
BAKUGO KATSUKI
HEADCANNONS + MINI SCENARIO
lol this is funny
THIS
this is peak comedy right here
hes gonna be so embarrassed but hes gonna try to act like hes completely unaffected by everything that is going on
i feel like he knows what french kissing is and has definitely thought about french kisses with you but he would never bring it up because it embarrassing for him
he might just randomly try it and place you in a complete state of shock, like y’all are just making out and— whoops would you look at that somehow you two are now french kissing! wonder how that happened...
if you ask him he will flat out deny you the first time around because he is embarrassed, but keep trying!! after a few attempts he’s gonna claim to be annoyed but it’s actually because he wants to
“Hey Katuski, you know what we should do—”
Bakugou slams the textbook that laid on his lap shut, a sound reverberating through the library the two had gone two, which earned him a strict glare from the librarian seated at the front desk. His eyes narrowed as they look to Y/N, “if you say French kissing, I swear I will break up with you right now.”
Despite his harsh words, Y/N can see the pink blush that dusts his cheeks as they lean forward on their arm, tilting their head at him innocently as they reply, “actually, I was thinking we could go see a movie later.” Their words only worsen the blush on Bakugou’s cheeks, causing him to snap his head away in an attempt to salvage some of his reputation, “but that works too.”
“Shut up you damn nerd.” The boy grumbles, brows furrowing as he leans back in his seat, looking away as he says, “if it’ll get you to stop asking then I guess we can try it.” Y/N is about to open their mouth to reply but Bakugou quickly adds, “only once though! Damn nerd...”
A grin finds its way onto Y/N’s face and they nod slowly, “great.”
“I hate you.”
honestly i feel like he would lowkey be bad at it the first time around and bakugou is the type of person where if he tries something and isn’t good at it immediately he either avoids this activity entirely or tirelessly works to improve his skill
luckily for you this happens to be a skill that bakugou wants to improve, alot because for some reason you wanted to try this and if he’s not good at it then whats the point
regardless the first time around is like a solid 6.75/10 sorry bakugou oops, you tried, but i feel like he’s already a really like aggressive and like harsh kisser so this is just gonna make things a mess
he can be soft sometimes tho i swear
i feel like he would get good at it after some ~practice~ but even then its a rare occurrence to french kiss with bakugou, its really intimate and he saves it for special occasions or when hes bored lol
IZUKU MIDORIYA
HEADCANNONS + MINI SCENARIO
THIS ONE
OH YOU ARE GOING TO KILL HIM WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GO AND DO THIS like apologize, apologize rn for the stress you are about to cause him
if you try to initiate a french kiss with izuku here, you NEED to tell him ahead of time or else things will go south very very fast. he’s going to panic because this is new and he does not understand what is happened oh my-
give him a heads up whenever you want to try something new, so when you pull this while kissing him he’s going to pull away like what a r e you d o i n g
once you tell him he’s gonna be like let’s do this tomorrow, and then will spend the rest of the day RESEARCHING how to french kiss properly, like he’s on wikihow and everything this boy wants to treat you right and is going to make sure you enjoy it
which is when when y’all finally french kiss he is going to be good at it okay, he’ll learn every strategy possible and then he will be a PRO like you’re probably going to be shocked for a hot minute because wait when did he have the time to get good at this—
you’re definitely his first partner and he had no experience prior to you but he trained himself because going into any anything blind and without a plan places him in a state of distress
this was a PLANNED EVENT it was like a date except without all the date stuff just french kissing, like he texts you “hey lets try that thing you wanted to try...” all shy and stuff like he literally took five minutes to actually send the text, and you are trying to figure out what that thing is because deku do you mean like the coffee shop ?? what ??
you make him specify and he nearly dies but its fine its fine, when he finally gets his point across you’re like okay! cool!
overall its a pretty nice experience, i feel like he would be really gentle with you per usual but it was also probably really awkward like homeboy fr sat you down on the bed and just stared at you with bright red cheeks for like
a really hot minute
Y/N brow raised as they stared at Izuku, who’s eyes had pierced into their head since they’d sat down. Oddly enough, Y/N found his meticulous planning of this to just make the situation more awkward, it had done nothing to relieve the burning sensation in their cheeks. But Y/N had a feeling that only one of them could flustered about this or else everything would fall apart rather quickly. It had also been their idea in the first place so, there was that factor too.
“Are you alright, Izuku—”
“FINE. I—I’m fine, I mean.” He cleared his throat as he sat across from them, his cheeks a bright red color as Y/N tilted their head at his antics.
A small laugh escaped them, “If you don’t want to do this Izuku, we don’t have to.” He’d always been easily flustered, so Y/N couldn’t say his reaction came as a shock, but he’d agreed to it nonetheless just yesterday.
This seemed to bring the boy back to reality as he shook his head, “no... I want to.” He straightened in his seat, looking away from Y/N as he tried to collect himself.
A grin spread across Y/N’s face as they leaned closer to Izuku, “fantastic.” Their words only served to fluster Izuku further, though Y/N could feel their cheeks warming as well.
“Right.”
french kissing will not be a regular occurrence, izuku feels embarrassed whenever it happens, he gets shy, all around a very rare thing for him that will only occur if you initiate it, but PLEASE let him know ahead of time, he needs to mentally prepare himself
he enjoys it though
hehe
TODOROKI SHOUTO
HEADCANNONS + MINI SCENARIO
why am i laughing rn
okay but like shouto probably discovers it online entirely by accident or like hears kaminari talking about it and decides he should educate himself because hes fluent in french and knows alot about the culture of france because of all the tutors his father hired so why doesn’t he know what this elusive french kissing his?
shouto is also fluent in kissing he honestly just really enjoys kissing you, he doesn’t know why but its probably because hes touch starved and just likes intimacy like that but he never really knew how much he liked physical touch until he actually experience it [in a positive way] and also you are SOFT :D
regardless shouto is the one who brings it up and honestly you are gonna be shocked because how did this clueless bb find out about that??? sir??? who is teaching you these things?
“You want to do what?”
Y/N couldn’t help the shock that flooded them as they stared at their boyfriend, Shouto Todoroki, who sat with his legs crossed before them on the bed as he replied, “French kissing.” The boy in question repeated, tilting his head at them as he watched her reaction.
Y/N shook their head in an attempt to clear their thoughts as they looked back up at him, meeting his eyes, “who taught you about that?” In the past, Y/N had been forced to explain... certain subjects to Shouto because of things he’d overheard in conversations or seen online. Sometimes it was entirely innocent and other times, well it wasn’t. This time around, it seemed Shouto had took it upon himself to learn, rather than asking Y/N.
“I don’t see how that’s relevant.” Come his response, brows furrowing at her question, “however, if its not something you’re interested in then—”
“I didn’t say that!” And Y/N couldn’t help how their cheeks warmed at how quickly they cut him off, hands coming to their face in embarrassment.
the internet and unintentionally kaminari, or maybe intentionally
he doesn’t do any research in fact, he might not even bring it up, next time he sees you in a private space, he’s just gonna start kissing you and you’re probably gonna be like aight bet thats chill this is normal
UNTIL he just grabs your thigh and in the shock your mouth gapes open and SHOUTO STRIKES
honestly i feel like he would be ridiculously good at french kissing for no reason, i don’t know why, i have no explanation, he’s just good at it
its a talent
of all the boys he is the least embarrassed he has no shame, its just natural curiosity right? whatever happens happens. it is literally so annoying how UNFAZED HE IS
probably really liked it because hes a touchy kinda guy, so this will become a more frequent thing when you two are in private, he just enjoys it
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