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hwallazia · 2 months
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LOVE LANGUAGE
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pairing: jung wooyoung x choi san x fem! reader
word count: 2,8k
tags: smut but the fluffiest (still, mdni!), slice of life, comfort, non idol au, polyamorous relationship (woosan x reader), fingering, begging, sooo much praise, dirty talk, suggestive language, nicknames (baby, princess, darling, good girl, sweetheart...), just the three of them being stupidly in love <3
synopsis: after a long, tiring day at work, all you want to do is come home to your boyfriends and cuddle with them. Of course they fulfill your wish, but with something more. A little surprise for you.
| a/n: I know all the smut one shots or drabbles I’ve written have the same tags. it’s just that I can’t bring myself to write idk something more hardcore? ㅠㅅㅠ I just write whatever comes to my head but with my preferences, which is vanilla sex essentially with a looot of nicknames and praise. next time I’ll try to do something a bit rougher and more passionate. ♡
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You’re having a hard day.
You’ve already lost count of how long your boss has been talking to you, reminding you how much he hates mistakes in a company like his. His eyebrows furrowed together as a sign of frustration. You’ve honestly forgotten what you had originally started talking about. The more the man continued speaking, the more entangled you became with his words. After being scolded by your superior, you sit down in your desk chair and take a sip of your already lukewarm coffee. A gesture of disgust curves your lips
You sigh, leaning back in your seat. It’s too much to bear for it being eight-thirty in the morning, you repeatedly think about how much you want to yell at your boss to fuck off. He’s had you like this for weeks, busy with projects that don’t even concern you, but rather the other team his stepdaughter is on.
Of course, he wouldn’t make her work like he makes you work. Baggy eyes? In her lover’s daughter's eyes? Over his dead body. Your blood boiled every time you scanned her carefully every time she entered a room, almost always surrounded by three girls who followed her like fans, more like stalkers you think, smiling as if she was a celebrity, while you were trapped at your desk, doing her job.
You remember that time when you deigned to complain to your boss about this situation. “You get paid to work, not to complain. Go back to your desk” were the only words he said to you. Choking with all your strength the desire to suffocate him with your own hands, you replied with a “Yes, sir” with your hurt pride held high.
At some point in the morning, Miss Everybody-loves-me walks by your desk, her finger pressing to the surface of it as it runs over it, collecting dust particles from her fingertips. In her other hand resting her Starbucks drink.
“New project?” She says, showing a row of white, perfectly arranged teeth.
You shake your head, “It's the same one from the other day,” You reply, “Yesterday.” A tone of annoyance highlighted in your voice.
She nods repeatedly as if she understands you, as if she is being empathetic with you. Hypocrite. “My bad. I really thought you’d have it ready by today. You know, because the executive meeting is tomorrow and—.”
“Yes,” You say loudly. Of course you already know that you have to have it ready for tomorrow, it’s for that same reason that you haven’t been sleeping properly the last few days. Because you’re busy doing the work of the bitch who was in front of you, talking to you, “Yes, yes. I already know that piece of information. Thank you.”
“Just stopping by to remind you.” A giggle slips past her lips, the desire to want to smack her growing bigger and bigger, “Keep up the good work! Bye.”
She presses her longest fingers against her lips and then peels them away, sending you a flying kiss. You’re grateful she left, you can’t hold back the urge to finally shut her up with a good smack on that stupid smile of hers. A low “shit” escapes your lips as you watch her turn around and face your desk again, still not leaving you alone. “Oh, by the way. I hope you liked the coffee. Before I left my place, I saw that there was still that cup of coffee that I hadn't finished a few days ago. Four days have passed? I don’t know, nor do I remember. Anyway, bye.”
You finally watch as her anatomy disappears as she walks further. You turn and bitterly scan the coffee mug resting on a small oak table not too far from you. Your fingers hold the mug’s handle and throw it right into the trash. You want to scream at this exact moment, and the only way you find to relieve your miserable morning anger a little is to scream into the sleeve of your blazer.
The morning passes with difficulty and you smile for the first time today when you take a quick look at your watch and realize there are only two minutes left until you finish your workday. You had successfully completed the project and its presentation for the meeting you have the next day. At least your day was productive—after all.
Those are the longest two minutes of your life, but when they are finally over, you almost run towards the exit of the large building in which you’ve spent almost eleven hours of your day locked up.
In the blink of an eye, you’re already parking your car in the garage of the apartment where you live with your other two boyfriends. You know they were already home, probably cooking, watching a movie, or playing. As usual.
In about five minutes you’re already inserting your key, the sound of the locks and their mechanism working correctly to unlock the door being the only thing you could hear. Once the door is wide open, you cross the threshold and kick off your heels which have trapped your feet from a long day at work. You feel like you’re floating when you finally touch the warm floor of your apartment, and you trudge to your room, finding San leaning against the bed’s headboard, smiling at finally seeing you after a long day. A book resting on his right palm and his glasses decorating his beautiful face. The sigh that leaves your lips is inevitable. A soft smile is placed on your lips.
“Sannie.” You murmur, your arms outstretched for him to wrap you in a hug as you walk towards him.
“My love,” he crawls to the edge of the bed where he reciprocates your hug.
Your cheek resting against his flat chest, his hand gently caressing your hair. Through your nostrils, you can perceive the combination of that lavender shampoo you bought him a few months ago and soap. He smells so good, you thought to yourself. Him cooing at you like you were a baby is an image you want to keep in your head forever. You swear you can give into his arms as the tiredness starts affecting you.
You manage to hear the sound of a door opening. Then you turn round and find your other lover, Wooyoung, his hand drying his damp hair with the help of a small towel. However, you can’t see him, because your eyes have closed involuntarily while you enjoyed San's loving hug.
His eyes shine when he sees your figure. “There’s my girl.” He approaches you and San. His lips make contact with your other cheek.
Finally separating from San, they can ask you how your day was.
You sigh to look them in the eyes. “Terrible. Everything was so overwhelming today.” You pause, “Too much paperwork, too much.” You repeat it a second time, this time even more exhausted.
“Mm,” San murmurs, “Do you want to talk about that?”
“Not really. I just want—”
Wooyoung interrupts you to say, “Did that bitch have anything to do with it?” He says referring to Bora.
A loud gasp leaves your lips as you remember that she’s also been part of your day, “You have no idea what she did to me today,” You tell him what happened with your coffee. A soft giggle comes from San, the same person you just denied wanting to talk about your day.
“That bitch. How dare she?” San lets out an annoyed ‘mhm’ when he hears him speak. Your chivalrous San never uses that kind of insult to refer to women. He never actually insults women, “What? She deserves it. Look what she did to your girl today!”
“Our.” You correct him, a smile decorating his lips as he hears you say that.
“Yes, that. Ours.” You cup his chin and pull him to your lips to place a kiss on his cheek. His smile growing even bigger as San shakes his head at him.
A sigh leaves your lips, “To be honest, I just want to take a bath in the tub.”
“With bubbles?”
“And massages?” San adds after Wooyoung.
You can’t contain your smile, your boys’ hearts melting at the sight of you, “You guys want to bathe me? Really?”
“As if we haven’t seen you naked already,” Wooyoung speaks, your palm crashing against his side in a poor attempt to hide your embarrassment.
Your boyfriends guide you to their spacious bathroom. San heading to the bathtub while Wooyoung rummages through the drawers, looking for the bubbles he mentioned to you a few minutes ago. Your body collapses in slow motion against the cold porcelain of the tub, San holding you securely in his arms like a baby.
“You’re home now. You don’t have to worry about anything else, okay?” He places a quick kiss on your forehead, “Let us take care of the rest.”
Tiredness barely allows you to give him one of those smiles that your boyfriend falls in love with so much, “Found ’em!” You turn to meet Wooyoung with a victorious smile on his lips.
It takes several minutes for the tub to fill almost completely. When it does, Wooyoung undresses in a flash and climbs into the bathtub, keeping you company. San was still sitting behind you on the wide edge, his hands working your scalp so you don’t even have to worry about washing your hair.
You hum under his touch, your body gradually relaxing. Meanwhile, Wooyoung starts putting bath bombs of your favorite scents. The delicious aroma of vanilla and coconut invading your senses.
You feel San’s laborious hands leave your hair and subtly dry it with a towel. Now his hands move down to focus on your shoulders, his fingers exerting gentle pressure against your skin. Again, you hum as you felt him work that area.
“We know how hard you work every day. And how hard you try, and we love you so much for that.” You’ve already lost count of how many kisses San has pressed against your forehead, “That’s why we want to take care of you,” He paused briefly, “Tonight and always.”
A genuine smile forms on your lips. You really had no idea what you’d done to deserve two great boyfriends, so caring and affectionate. Your love for them can’t be described in words and neither can theirs for you. You melt after hearing their words, only being able to utter a soft ‘thank you’, hoping they understand that that ‘thank you’ was much more than the meaning of the word itself.
Wooyoung’s hand brushing against your skin as it goes down is what takes you away from the sweet words of the man behind you, his eyes never disconnecting from your gaze. You finally understand the way your boyfriends want to pamper you. And you’re not against their intentions at all.
“Just relax, my love.” Wooyoung whispers, “I’ll make you feel so good.”
Heat flushes through you as he drags his hand even lower, your legs unconsciously opening a little more, your cheeks turning a cute red. You hum when his fingers caress your folds softly, leaning your head against San’s forearm.
“Young-ah,” His name is nothing more than a simple breath of air in the silent bathroom, “Please.”
“What is it, princess?” San’s low voice resonates inside your ears, “Tell us what you want.”
“P-please,” You beg, “Touch me.”
“I am touching you, love.”
You let out a minimal desperate pant. “Come on. Don’t tease, Woo”
“I’m not teasing, babe. I’m just doing want you’re telling me to do, aren’t I?” He scoffs. Your hips slightly rocking against his hand looking for some friction.
You let out a long sigh and with that your last trace of bashfulness, “Please. Put your fingers inside me, Woo. Please.” You give him your best doe-eyes, you know it worked when he emits a 'fuck' under his breath. 
Wooyoung dips his middle finger into your heat, the sound of your stickiness being drowned out by the warm water, how wet your cunt is being a secret between your boyfriend and his fingers. Thanks to the habit of doing this almost every week, he now knows where to touch, when to increase his pace, and above all, how to drive you crazy with just his long phalanges.
You don’t know when your eyes closed, but you know it was because of the satisfaction that was overtaking you. You unconsciously raise your hips in an attempt to get his fingers even deeper into you. 
For a moment you think San was enjoying the view in front of him with fierce eyes, hungry for you. You imagine him lightly pumping his cock behind you, a sight for sore eyes.
That is until you feel a pair of hands rest on your breasts, skilled fingers touching your nipples, varying in a pattern of touching and pinching them.
“I’m—” You can’t even formulate a coherent word, everything just being overwhelming in a good way, a very good way. 
Wooyoung hits the soft, right spot and you tremble beneath him, your back arching beautifully. Your lips vocalize a precious moan, “Wooyoung, baby. Don't stop.”
“Fuck, your moans are so pretty,” San says as he reclines and attaches his lips to the side of your neck, leaving cute lovebites that will surely turn purple by tomorrow morning. You’ll have to take care of that, but later. Right now you’re trying to hold onto the last piece of sanity you have left.
“Definitely our favorite sound,” Wooyoung replies, his fingers pumping into you faster, “Are you close, my love? Gonna cum on my fingers?”
His husky voice just pushes you even closer to the edge, “Yes, yes!” San sucks sharply in the right place as you cum. A long moan leaves your lips as you tremble beneath Wooyoung, him helping you ride your orgasm the best way possible.
Your eyes shut the moment you come. A few seconds later, you feel movement in the waters, as if someone has left and entered again. You think it’s Wooyoung, who came out to get a towel and dry you off, but when you feel a hand, different from the one that had been touching you until a few seconds ago, caressing your inner thighs you open your eyes meeting San’s.
“Hi, beautiful.” He admires your blissed-out expression for a moment, “Can you give us another one?”
You whimper, trying to hold yourself together, “I-I don’t know, Sannie,” You try to say “no” since you’re still sensitive and kind of overstimulated, but you just don’t want to admit it. Somehow you turn to your shy self again. It only lasts a few seconds though. His fingers make their way into your arousal and a hot, loud moan escapes from your lips.
He starts pumping his fingers into you at a fast pace, barely bearable for you. His movements cause you pleasure and pain at the same time, after all, you haven’t fully recovered from your previous orgasm and your boyfriend is already pushing you toward the abyss of pleasure again.
“Oh, princess,” He murmurs with the sweetest voice, “You’re being such a good girl for us.”
Wooyoung now is occupying the sit San was in, behind you. He reclines and murmurs right into your ear, “Come for us, darling. Just let it go. We’ve got you.” His voice is so unrecognizable, so fucking deep.
Your visual field begins to be covered by small black dots that get bigger and smaller, overstimulation causing this effect. Your body trembles in a sudden rush of heat, finally releasing into the now lukewarm water with a loud, long moan that sounds more like a cry. The small tears caused by pleasure slide beautifully down your cheek, dripping down your chin and mingling in the water. Your body feeling as if a fresh wave of water has washed over it.
“Mm,” San starts, “The only bad thing about doing this in the tub is that I can’t taste you, but honestly seeing your face as you come undone for us is more than enough.” He presses a kiss against your slightly open lips. Your blissed-out gaze making them fall even more in love with you.
“I... I love you both, so much. Thank you for doing this for me.”
“You deserve to be loved and pampered for everything you do for yourself and us every day. You’re amazing and we’re so proud of you.” Wooyoung mentions.
If you had the strength to cry right now, you would. However, sleep is taking you over so you can only mutter, “You both mean everything to me.”
You really have no idea when you fell asleep, but it’s okay. You know perfectly well that your boyfriends are going to set everything up and snuggle you in bed.
Wooyoung watches as San sees you with all the tenderness in the world. He was about to tease him saying that he was going to scare you if he kept looking at you so intensely, when he heard a cute, low snore.
“Did she fall asleep?” Wooyoung asks.
“Like an angel.” San replies, still admiring you.
“Well, let’s get her into a pair of pijamas so we can cuddle with her in bed.”
They both dry themselves off before taking you out of the tub. Seeing you so adorable and soundly asleep makes them share one of those looks of theirs. 
Yes, they have a big, painful boner with no relief, but tonight was all about you, so they decided to put their needs aside and focus on you and making you feel good, loved and important. Because you are, because they’re willing to give their lives for you if they had to. 
Because you’re their everything and they love you more than the word itself could mean. 
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addictedtotlou · 9 months
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Meet Me At Our Spot
PART 2
Pairing: Joel x fem!reader
Summary: Joel deals with what happened to you on patrol.
Word count: 3.394
Warnings: age gap, mentions of injury, anxiety, panic attack. Let me know if I missed something!
Author’s note: Hi! I’m finally posting part 2! Thank you for the support on part 1 and I’m sorry if it took me so long, BUT this is not the last part! I originally planned for this story to have 2 parts, but there’s going to be a part 3 and I hope it won’t take me so long to write. Reblogs, comments and likes will be appreciated! Feel free to send me requests or anything you want! I hope you’ll enjoy it, let me know if you want to be tagged in part 3.
I also want to thank @tieronecrush​ for the advices, you’re such a nice writer but mostly a super nice human being, thank you again sam!!
PART 1
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You’re squeezing your closed eyes, aware that these are your last moments. Your body feels heavy and your right arm is wet. It’s like your ears are plugged and the sounds around you are muffled, as your heart is beating like crazy.
“Fuck! Joel’s gonna kill me.” It sounds like Tommy’s voice, but you’re not sure. You’re waiting for your destiny to take you, to put an end to the fear you’re still feeling, but it doesn’t. 
You keep hearing the sound of your heart and slowly you open your eyes. Your gaze is met with the beautiful blue sky, there’s no sign of clouds and the sun is warm on the soft skin of your face, damp with a light layer of sweat.
You then see Tommy towering over you, he has a worried look and his brows are furrowed together as he’s examining your body, scared that he would find something bad.
You try to move your fingers, then your hand and eventually you sit up. You are fine.
They did not kill you. In fact, your eyes dart in front of you only to find the two raiders’ bodies laying lifeless on the ground. 
All the terror you felt vanished in a second, replaced by a sense of relief. 
When you heard the shot, you were so scared and ready that you fell to the ground because you thought one of the raiders shot you, but they didn’t. It was Tommy who shot and killed them.
“Are you okay? Does it hurt somewhere?” Both of Joel’s brother’s hands are placed on your shoulders, he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you, he wants to make sure that you are not injured. Joel had made him promise to look after you, to bring you back safe and he almost broke that promise. 
Maybe he did, because he notices the fabric of your white t-shirt stained with a dark red liquid. “Shit.” He quickly inspects your upper arm, holding the sleeve to your shoulder, only to find a medium size cut on your skin.
Once you seem to have gone back to your senses, you follow his gaze and find the cause of the burning pain that you are feeling. 
Your eyes widen a little at the sight of blood on you, your blood. 
“Jesus Christ, Joel’s gon’ get so mad.” You part your lips to whisper. 
You already know what he’s going to say, to you and Tommy. He’s going to scold you both, especially you when you will tell him that you got off your horse. 
And isn’t it ridiculous that the first thing you thought when you saw that you are injured is what Joel is going to think and not that you’re hurt?
He will probably tell you that you will not patrol anymore, but does he have the right to? Is he entitled to that, given that he’s keeping you a secret from everybody? He shouted at you because you’re frustrated and hurt due to the situation you’re in. He called you a bitch, because you were mad at him and not talking to him. 
The lack of respect from him is what you least expected, not once has he disrespected you, apart from hiding you. 
“Wait here,” Tommy says, moving his eyes around your face to find yours, “if someone comes close, you shoot ‘em, got it?” And he places a gun in your hands, its material feels so cold against your skin that you get a shiver through your spine, despite it being summer.
He only gets a slight nod from you, briefly looking at him. So, he runs back to the abandoned house he was checking before to try and find something to stop the blood with.
After a while, he comes back sprinting, scared to leave you alone for even a second. He has what looks like an old cloth in his hands, he kneels next to you and focuses on your wound. He gently dabs it in an attempt to clean it up, which causes you to scrunch your nose in pain, and then wraps it around your arm to stop the bleeding. 
His touch is delicate and you can sense his eyes look up at you from time to time. He sighs when he realizes that he can’t do more than that and that you will probably need stitches.
“Come on, we gotta get goin’. Let’s go back.” Tommy helps you up and you walk to your horses. 
“Do you think you can ride back?” He asks, clearly answering its own question by looking at the rest of the blood still spread across your right limb. 
Part of your arm is numb, a few drips of blood travel to your forearm, even though you put a bandage, and you clean them on the part of the t-shirt that’s covering your stomach, making it all look way worse. 
“I don’t know, I barely feel part of my arm because it hurts so much.” You sigh and then hiss when you try to replicate the gesture you would need to do to hold the bridles. 
“But please Tommy, don’t tell Joel. Any of this.” You plead him with your eyes, knowing damn well that he’s probably already waiting for you behind the walls, he will see the blood on you and he will lose his mind. 
He’s going to bury you with all of his ‘I told you not to go’, or ‘It was a stupid fuckin’ move to get off the horse’.
You really hope he’s not waiting for you there, for once you’re hoping that he’s so mad at you that he doesn’t want to see you or be near you. Maybe you hurt him too much with your words that he doesn’t want to be with you anymore. 
Maybe, maybe, maybe.
You’re so exhausted of all this uncertainty. You were terrified when you thought you were going to die, but it was the only time after so long where all the negative thoughts were gone. Your mind felt light. 
And now they all come crushing back on you, the pain you’re experiencing only worsens them.
Your injured arm is carefully placed around Tommy’s waist, you’re both on his horse and you’re holding yours with your free hand, guiding it using the bridles. 
The closer you get to the gated town, the louder the thump of your heart is.
You push your teeth to your bottom lip, turning it white as you analyze the people you see entering Jackson.
He’s not there, he’s not waiting for you to come back and he’s not going to see the state you’re in.
You finally take a breath, relieved. And then you lock eyes with him. Fuck.
He knows immediately that something is wrong, you can read it on his face. His jaw is clenched and his stare fixed on you. His body is now tense, he’s not moving smoothly like he was seconds before.
He’s helping building some type of construction for the Fourth of July celebrations. His broad shoulders are more accentuated, covered by a black short sleeved t-shirt. He’s kind of a vision, similar to what he would look like in his previous life, on a normal day of work. 
A small piece of wood that he was handling falls to the ground as his hands are now closed in tight fists.
You’re trying to decifrate what his eyes are telling, is it fear or anger? Is a sense of not having control over things taking over him? Did his bottom lip tremble a little or did you just imagine it?
“‘M pretty sure she said no, dude.” Joel’s tone is firm and resolute, raising his eyebrows followed by an intimidating look directed to the guy who’s been trying to hit on you all night, in a corner of the Tipsy Bison. He’s been eyeing you the whole time, making sure things didn’t get out of control until he saw frustration painting your beautiful masterpiece of a face.
You and Joel, after your first close encounter on the stairs of the Tipsy Bison, often bumped into each other on that spot that you now both share, talking until the early hours of morning, it seemed that you could mitigate each other’s anxiety and discomfort. 
It basically became a fixed appointment, you would meet each other there at least once a week, without even agreeing on it. You would just find him there o he would find you there.
And with time you became close, he opened up to you on things he had kept to himself until that moment and you could see his vulnerable side. 
How his index finger scratched the inner part of his thumb multiple times when he was telling you something particularly tough to say out loud. 
Or how he naturally looked down while trying to speak at times when he couldn’t get the words out, his voice coming out after a few seconds once he found the right way to express himself.
And you too confided your worries to him, how you struggle to keep your anxiety at bay sometimes, how difficult it is when it hits you suddenly even when you’re having a peaceful day.
And these meetings quickly became a pleasurable escape from reality for both of you, you both find comfort in being just in the presence of one another, that’s why some nights you didn’t even talk, you were just enjoying being there together.
There was one night in particular that you constantly reminisced. You had a stressful and tiring day, it felt like what happened twenty years ago crushed on you again for the first time and you were reliving all the losses and battles you had to go through. 
So when you found yourself on the stairs of the town bar, with the back of your hand resting against your chest, you were praying that Joel would show up, because you couldn’t feel the air filling your lungs.
And thankfully, he did. 
He had his usual walking pace, head down and hands hidden in the pockets of his jeans. He was humming a song to himself, until he looked up and saw you.
“Hey, d- What happened?” Joel immediately closed the remaining distance between the two of you and enveloped your trembling body with his muscular arms. He’s kneeling in front of you, despite his bad joints, and he’s trying to get words out of you, but the heavy feeling pressing on your chest is impeding it.
You part your lips to talk but nothing comes out. Your whole body feels like a burden and the only way to describe what is occurring is that it seems like your world is ending for the second time. 
You’re gasping for air and tears wet uncontrollably your cheeks, your fingers are gripping on Joel’s flannel covering his shoulders.
“I j- I just had a b-bad day and..” Talking is impossible right now, you need to focus on your breathing as the man in front of you is instructing.
“I’m here, babygirl, it’s okay. I’m with you, I’m here.” He whispers while moving his hands to cup your damp cheeks, his eyes are fixed on you and they are veiled with apprehension.
It was the first time you felt his touch on your skin and the warmth he was radiating slowly brought you back to a more relaxed state.
It was 10 minutes of Joel whispering sweet and encouraging words to you while you were having one of the worst low moments ever. You then didn’t know if your heart was still racing because of the panic attack or because of Joel. 
What you knew is that you were falling for him, if not already, and you wished that he felt the same.
“Thank you, Joel.” You mumble, slightly intoxicated by the drink you had, and you gift him a small smile. He just nods and you look down on the now empty glass, you play with it, almost making it fall to the ground, so you carefully place it back on the table, away from you. 
A playful grin adorns your face and Joel chuckles silently to himself witnessing your actions.
“I was headin’ home, you want to walk with me?” His hands are placed on the top of the chair next to you and you can sense his gaze burning on your naked shoulders. 
The first days of September had been particularly hot, even in the evening, so you took the opportunity to wear a cute white and blue floral long dress that Maria gave you on your birthday. It has a split that started from the middle of your thigh and the sleeves are downed to the middle of your upper arms. 
The gentle breeze of the night is blowing softly on your skin as you and Joel head to your house. You exchange a few words but you keep quiet most of the walk and you catch him glancing at you a couple of times when he thought you were looking at the starry sky.
You never walked the steps of your front porch so slowly, you want to stay with him some more minutes, or hours, but you’re too proud to confess it to him and you didn’t have enough drinks to low your guard.
“G’night sweetheart, I guess.” Joel clears his throath and you try to hide the best you can the disappointment over something that didn’t happen and that you’ve been hoping for for weeks. 
“Goodnight, Joel.” You whisper, almost to yourself, reaching your door and fumbling with the keys to open it. 
“Wait! Wait a second.” Joel turns back to you and you freeze, is he going to finally kiss you?
“May I..” He sighs and looks at the ground, finding the words, “I know it sounds weird, but can I check your house to make sure ’s nobody there? He scratches the empty patch in his beard as he’s almost pleadingly waiting for your consent.
You honestly didn’t expect it, but your heart softened at his request. He wants to make sure you’re safe in your home and that’s probably slightly better than a kiss.
“S-sure, go on.” You manage to open the front door and swing to the side of it to let him in, following his figure as he carefully inspects every corner.
You’re patiently waiting for him outside to check the second floor too, you get goosebumps as the temperature is lowering and you gently caress your bare arms with the back of your hands, looking at your surroundings covered in the dark of the night. 
“’S all clear.” Joel’s voice makes you jump, letting out a brief squeal, which causes your cheeks to blush lightly and you look down to avoid his gaze.
Joel snickers at first, amused by you. He slowly raises his hand to catch a strand of hair that has fallen in front of your face and secures it behind your ear, but the tip of his fingers rest on your soft cheeks and then they move to your chin, making you look at him.
“May I?” His voice is low but steady, his gaze traces your features over and over again. And when you nod with a quick smile on, Joel closes the distance between you, catching your lips in a tender kiss. He does it patiently, trying his best not to show how long he has been waiting to do it. 
Meanwhile you do your best to show him how much you’ve wanted this as your hands finds a resting spot on the back of his head, playing with his hair. 
Joel is holding you close with his fingers pressed to your waist, both of you finally admitting your feelings towards each other wordlessly.
“Ouch!” You hiss, turning your head to the side, looking at your injured arm being covered in a clean bandage, after a middle age woman put stitches to close the wound. 
The infirmary is quiet and it looks nothing like an infirmary, which is good because it doesn’t transmit that coldness that hospitals used to do. It almost looks domestic.
The lady who took care of your injury is now instructing you on how to treat it, when the door to the room you’re in flies open. 
“Joel, d-“ you can hear Tommy’s voice in the background, filled with frustration and annoyance.
You unintentionally grip the soft linen of the bed you’re sitting on between your fingers, realizing that you will inevitably have to face Joel, something you’ve been dreading. 
With a nod of comprehension, the nurse leaves the room to give you some privacy and you’re left alone with him.
“What happened?” He is standing right in front of the bed, his lips pressed together and his jaw still tense. He doesn’t dare to look away from you and his cold stare makes a confrontation even more difficult.
“You already kn-“ Shaking your head, you let out a brief sarcastic laugh, keeping your gaze on your hands. He probably already forced Tommy to tell him, so why is he asking?
“Please, tell me what happened.” His tone is suddenly softer, as if knowing exactly what happened from you could somehow appease the mix of emotions he’s feeling.
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“It was a stupid fuckin’ move, ya know that?” He sighs as he moves his head from left to right, his eyes pointed up to a corner of the ceiling and then back on the ground. He has his hands on his waist before he lets the left one fall beside his body and the other one passes on his face a couple of times, as he walks to the chair beside your bed and sits on it. 
“When I saw blood on you, I just” He sighs again, his eyebrows furrowed, “I thought I was about to lose you.” He finally admits looking up at you. He doesn’t have that stern look on his face anymore and you feel more at ease.
“I can’t, He continues in a low and deep voice “I can’t lose you, I don’t want to. You’re everything that I’ve always hoped for, you’ve been so good to me.” His right hand is slowly reaching up to hold yours resting on the mattress, intertwining your fingers.
You’ve missed his touch, his voice, him in general. You’re internally debating if you should keep being mad at him for how he treated you or if you should let yourself go a bit and give in.
You feel tears starting to fill your eyes, everything that you’ve gone through today and the past days crushes on you again.
“And I’ve done nothing but treat ya like a dirty secret.” He clears his throat and he lowers his head, continuing his speech “But I’m doin’ this to protect us. People, they a-“ Joel closes his eyes for a split second. He doesn’t know how to say it, he doesn’t want to say it. But he has to, he wants you to be happy. 
“You deserve someone who’s able to kiss you in public, hold your hand. Someone who doesn’t want to hide, someone who’s not a coward.” You can say you might have heard his voice tremble, tears are now free falling from your eyes as you process what he’s saying and what he means.
“I don’t think I can give ya those things” Joel eventually whispers, his gaze his on you just for an instant, he silently sniffs a couple of times, still holding your hand tightly.
You suppress a sob that’s threatening to leave your lips, blinking to free your eyes from the tears that are gathering there.
“I want you, Joel. I don’t want anybody else.” You whisper too, looking at him. Both your hearts are beating so loud that you swear you can hear them fill the room. 
“We can make it work, fuck what people think.” You talk again and Joel shakes his head. 
“People talk, they.. I won’t stand them talking ‘bout you.” He fidgets with your fingers, trying to find the right words.
“I don’t..” Joel unwillingly leaves your hand after caressing it sweetly, not even looking at you when he keeps talking, “I don’t think we should keep doin’ this.”
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Hi Froggy,
I hope you've been well! I wanted to reach out and first say that you inspired me many years ago to rescue a corgi! She was a grump, I think she may have taken her name (Elphaba) too literally. She recently crossed the rainbow bridge, but she was such fun and a joy. I hope our pups are playing together, somewhere peaceful.
I have a question unrelated to stumpy Corgis. I'm a veteran birth doula and an aspiring birth photographer! I've been trying to research cameras, lenses, and all sorts of technical stuff. I'm leaving towards purchasing the new Nikon ZF, because of the purported low-light capabilities.
Lenses are throwing me completely.
Do you have any guidance or resources to help a newbie like myself? Not really looking for an in-depth answer (I know how complicated things can get), but maybe a general push in the right direction?
If you don't want or can't answer, no hard feelings! I enjoy just seeing your posts on my dash and I hope the rest of your year is amazing and calm!-Steph
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My budget is pretty flexible, since I am an independent contractor the expense would be tallied towards my taxes. But that being said, maybe $1-3k? I know it's important to invest more into lenses!
Usually, I am in a hospital, and lighting is extremely variable. I would be shooting mostly in low-light before baby is born. During delivery and after there is usually a spotlight or fluorescent lighting. The low lighting is exactly why I was looking at the new ZF, but if you have suggestions on that too I'm happy to hear them!
It's very cramped when the baby is born, most medical and support staff are clustered around the laboring person.
Warning! A lot of birth photos will have baby crowning or blood. It's a messy business, so I don't want to trigger you if you're sensitive to those sorts of images.
I will not be able to be directly next to the laboring parent, more than likely I'll be a few feet away, possibly behind the parents or standing on a stool.
After the baby is born, I'll be able to get closer to both parents and baby!
Here's a portfolio that is close to what I would like to provide (once again TW for blood and crowning):
https://www.sarahginderphotography.com/birth-photography-north-new-jersey
I cannot thank you enough for any help or advice, this whole endeavor is like learning a new language!
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Note from Future Froggie...
I went way overboard on this response, as usual. I have decided I'm going to break it up into 3 parts.
First, an encyclopedia of lens terminology.
Second, a camera and lens buying guide.
Third, practical advice for shooting in cramped rooms with tricky lighting conditions.
While this will be geared towards the original ask, I think this could be helpful to a lot of people. So, let's learn about lenses!
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Lenses throw everybody, just because there are so many options. It can be overwhelming to look at a picture like this and wonder what will suit you best.
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It's a lot of pressure too, because lenses are more important than the camera in a lot of ways. Interchangeable lenses are probably the biggest advantage big cameras have over smartphones these days.
But I think I can help get you up to speed.
The following terms are photospeak you might hear in camera and lens reviews and if you aren't familiar with them, it can make it difficult to figure out what camera and lens to purchase.
I tried to put these in an order that makes sense, but some terms relate to other terms and you may have to read the list twice to make sure you understand how everything mushes together.
Froggie's Encyclopedia of Lens Terms
Lens Mount
Every camera has a specific lens mount. Sony calls theirs the E Mount. Nikon has the F Mount (older) and the Z Mount (mirrorless). So you need to make sure the lens you are looking at is compatible with the mount on your camera.
Mirrorless cameras all upgraded to a mount with a "short flange distance." Going without a mirror allows the lenses to be closer to the sensor.
Long story short... Short flange distance = easier lens design = sharper/lighter lenses.
However, if you want to use older DSLR lenses, there are adapters for Nikon and Canon that allow you to do that.
Aperture
"Aperture" is an opening at the front of the lens. It gets bigger to let in more light or smaller to restrict light.
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Wider apertures have a shallower depth of field, causing blurry foregrounds and backgrounds outside the plane of focus. Smaller apertures expand the focus area to keep more stuff from being blurry, but they let in much less light and are difficult to use in dark environments.
Aperture can be a creative decision or it can be a technical decision or it can be a mix of both. If you need a blurry background, use a wider aperture. If you need everything in focus, use a smaller aperture. If you need more light in a dark scene, open it up.
F-stop
"F-stop" is a number representing how big the aperture is. A lower number is a bigger hole. Higher number is a smaller hole. It is helpful to memorize f-stops as they are not easily divisible. Cameras generally allow third stops, half stops, and full stops.
These are all a "full stop" apart.
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Stop Down/Open Up
When someone says to "stop down" a lens, they are telling you to make the aperture smaller or use a higher f-stop number.
If they say to "open up" they are saying to make the hole bigger or lower the f-stop number.
Depth of Field (DoF)
Depth of field refers to how much of the photo is in focus. Things in front of the plane of focus will get blurrier and blurrier and things behind the plane of focus will get blurrier and blurrier. A shallow depth of field means only a tiny sliver of your image will be in focus. A deep depth of field means almost everything will be in focus.
The wider the aperture, the shallower the depth of field.
The smaller the aperture, the deeper the depth of field.
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Focal Plane or Plane of Focus
The focal plane is the sharpest point within the depth of field. You can imagine an imaginary section of 3D space where things within the depth of field are sharp and things outside are blurry. The farther away from the focal plane, the blurrier they will get. But the focal plane is not always dead center of the depth of field.
Typically, at close distances, things will be sharp half in front of where you focused and half behind where you focused. As things get farther away, that changes to more 1/3 in front and 2/3 behind. The ratio changes even more at greater distances, but the 50-50 and 1/3-2/3 ratios are typically what photographers try to remember.
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Shallow Depth of Field
The focal plane is something you need to be very aware of at close distances with a wide aperture—as the depth of field can end up as a tiny sliver.
Let's say you are only a few feet away from a baby and you have the aperture set at f/1.2. You focus on the nearest baby eye, and then you notice its ears and nose are out of focus.
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The plane of focus and shallow depth of field are causing this issue. This might be a worthy compromise if you are in a dark room and your ISO is very high and you are worried about too much noise.
However, if you can use a flash or some kind of lighting, you can stop down your lens and increase that depth of field around the focal plane.
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Bokeh
Bokeh is the quality of the blurriness. Some people are more obsessed with how good the blurry parts of the photo are more so than the in focus parts. Bokeh is typically judged by "bokeh balls" which are just out-of-focus lights in the background. While I like attractive bokeh balls as much as the next photographer, I will admit this is one of the sillier aspects of photography.
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Field of View (FoV)/Angle of View
This is how much stuff you can fit in frame at a given distance. Wide angle lenses can fit more stuff in at a shorter distance and telephoto lenses can fill the frame with stuff that is farther away. The focal length of the lens determines the field of view. The focal length is designated by millimeters and the field of view by degrees.
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Focal Length
Technically, this is "the distance between the lens's optical center and the camera's sensor."
In simpler terms, this is how you determine the field of view of a given lens.
A short focal length, like 10mm, will have a wider field of view. You have to be very close to your subject to fill the frame with them.
And a longer focal length, like 500mm, will allow you to fill the frame with your subject from farther distances.
Typically all lenses are designated by their focal length. If someone says, "Hand me the 50" they mean a 50mm lens.
35mm Equivalent
Not every camera has the same sized sensor. So when we talk about lenses, we need a reference to help us understand how a given lens will behave. A 50mm f/2.8 lens does not have the same field of view or depth of field when placed on different sensors. So, we need a standard for comparison.
The standard that is used is the "full frame" sensor which is roughly the same size as a 35mm piece of film.
Anything smaller is considered a "cropped sensor."
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Those cropped sensor cameras have a "crop factor"—a simple multiplier that helps you understand how lenses compare. And when you use this multiplier it tells you the "35mm equivalent."
Confused yet? Yeah, sorry, it would be easier if camera manufacturers chose metrics that didn't change depending on the sensor, but this allows them to make their cameras and lenses seem more impressive in the marketing.
There are two main cropped sensors for ILCs. (Interchangeable lens cameras.) APS-C and Micro Four Thirds. They have a "crop factor" of 1.5x and 2x respectively. The Micro 4/3 sensor is half the size of Full Frame, therefore it has a 2x crop factor. And when you apply this crop factor to the aperture and focal length you can determine how a lens will behave.
For example, a 50mm f/2.8 lens on a micro 4/3 sensor would behave the same as a 100mm f/5.6 lens on a full frame—as 100mm is 2x 50mm and f/5.6 is 2 stops above f/2.8.
As you can see, the Micro 4/3 lens is not going to do as well in low light. The iPhone boasts an aperture of f/1.8 on its main lens, but when you figure out the 35mm equivalent, it's more like an f/8 lens.
I went to all the effort to explain this because it demonstrates that larger sensors allow you to work in cramped spaces with less light. If you want to use a 50mm in a hospital room, you probably can on a full frame. But on a Micro 4/3 you might need to be out in the hall because your lens is acting like it is 100mm. So the Zf would be a good choice in this regard.
Camera Shake
This is the bad kind of blurry. Humans are not tripods, so when you are handholding a lens, you need to make sure your shutter speed is fast enough to freeze the action of your image. Camera shake is very easy to control on wide angle lenses and very difficult to manage with telephoto lenses.
Reciprocal Rule
The reciprocal rule states that in order to get sharp photos without blurry camera shake, you must set your shutter speed to 1 over twice the focal length of your lens. So if you have a 100mm lens, you need to set your shutter speed at 1/200 to be safe.
This rule breaks down at a shutter speed of 1/50 if there is anything moving in your image. So if a dog is running or a car is driving by, it will have a motion trail, but at least it won't be due to your shaky hands.
Image Stabilization
This is a feature some lenses have that helps reduce camera shake. Image stabilization can counteract shaky hands and let you get sharp photos with a much slower shutter speed. Newer cameras have sensor stabilization which does the same thing. And if you pair up a stabilized sensor with a stabilized lens, it is almost as effective as using a tripod.
Stabilization is measured in stops. You might hear a lens has 4 stops of stabilization. That means you can handhold the lens and not get camera shake with a shutter speed 4 stops below the reciprocal rule. So for that 100mm lens, that 1/200 becomes roughly 1/12. And if your sensor has 4 stops, you could handhold a shot for nearly a second without any shake.
However, at shutter speeds that slow, if anything in the frame is moving, they will probably have motion blur. But for still life scenes, or maybe a sleeping baby, this can be very handy if you don't have a tripod with you.
If being able to handhold at lower shutter speeds seems important, then you might want to seek out a lens with stabilization and pair it to a camera with sensor stabilization for maximum stable-osity.
Lens Compression
Lens compression is kind of a myth, but I think we still call it compression because it is easier to explain to beginners than optical physics. The lens doesn't really compress anything, it's actually a matter of distance and the aforementioned physics. But I'm going to go with the easy explanation for now.
Lens compression is a phenomenon seen with different focal lengths. If you take a photo with a 500mm lens, the background will seem to compress with the foreground. Thus objects in the background will seem much larger in size.
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This also happens with faces.
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Wider lenses exaggerate distance. At 10mm, the lens would only be a few inches away from someone's face.
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From the lens's point of view, the ears are several times farther away from the lens than the tip of the nose. So the lens is like, "Your ears are really far away! And far away things are really small, right?" So the lens gives us a big nose and small ears and makes us look a bit alien.
But at 100mm, the lens will be several yards away.
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From this perspective, the lens feels like your ears and your nose are nearly the same distance away. And the lens is now like, "Things that are the same distance away do not get bigger or smaller." The lens seems to compress or flatten the face, causing a more flattering appearance in the image.
Minimum focus distance
This is sometimes called the working distance. This is how close you can get to your subject while maintaining focus. If you get too close, your camera will just hunt and freak out perpetually until you back up and it can lock on again. This isn't always advertised prominently for lenses, so you need to make sure the lens will be able to focus in the space you plan to use it.
Extension Tubes
Sometimes called "macro extension tubes." These are spacers you put between your camera and lens to decrease the minimum focus distance. In some cases you can even turn a normal lens into a macro lens. These tubes are able to stack and the more you put on, the more into the macro realm you can go. They come in smart and dumb versions. The dumb ones require you to manual focus whereas the smart ones can still use the autofocus system. I highly recommend the smart ones, as they are not too much more expensive.
Lens Imperfections
There are a few imperfections that can plague all lenses and their quality is sometimes judged by how well they mitigate those imperfections. Here are some of those attributes.
Lens Distortion
As lenses get wider, they allow a larger field of view by accepting light rays that are coming from the side of your lens. Let's look at this image again.
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Your lens then has to correct those rays and send them to a square, flat sensor. If you look at the 180 degree fisheye, that entire arc has to be flattened and made square. And as good as optical engineering has become, the wider the lens, the harder it is to keep the image from distorting.
This is typically called "barrel distortion." Minor distortion can actually be corrected in editing software. Every lens has correction algorithms. Though sometimes it is best to embrace the distortion, like on a fisheye lens. Make the distortion a feature and not a bug.
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Chromatic Aberration
This is the fancy name for color fringing. This is a defect in the lens that cause false colors to contaminate certain objects in a photo. Typically this happens around dark skinny things against a bright background, such as tree branches.
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Modern lenses have nearly eliminated this, except for the super cheap models, but if you do end up with fringing, this can be easily corrected in Lightroom or Photoshop. And many lenses even have that correction built in and all you have to do is check a box.
Sharpness
You might not think of sharpness as an optical flaw, but no lens is perfectly sharp. And the quest to make a perfectly sharp lens involves engineering those optical flaws to a minimum.
A "sharp lens" is one with incredible fidelity. Even zoomed in beyond 100%, sharp lenses will show great detail. If you can't get close to the subject and need to crop your photo later, having a sharp lens can make up for the loss in resolution—as you can upscale without much loss in quality. If you plan to make large high quality prints, a sharp lens will help more than tons of megapixels.
That said, if you truly want to get the most out of a high megapixel camera, a sharp lens comes in handy here too. A smartphone may boast in the marketing as having 200 megapixels, but it has a tiny plastic lens. So even though it technically has 200 megapixels on the sensor, the lens will give it the equivalent of maybe 8-10 megapixels worth of detail. People forget, the lens has a resolution as well, and if the lens cannot resolve 200 megapixels, you aren't going to get a 200 megapixel image.
A sharp lens will allow for more detail than higher megapixels. In some cases you need to double or triple the number of pixels to see an increase in detail. Whereas you can put a super sharp lens on a 12 megapixel camera and blow any smartphone out of the water.
And if you put a sharp lens on a 50 megapixel camera, you can almost see into skin pores.
So... sharp = more detail. And more detail gives you greater cropping power for when you can't get close to babies.
Now, I am obligated to say that some photo nerds chase sharpness as if it is some holy grail. They need the sharpest lens so all of their pixels are perfect at 100% zoom even though no one ever looks at an image that close. There are amazing photos that have been blurry. There are amazing photos taken with 50 year old vintage glass. Sharpness is just another tool. If you need to crop. If you need to upscale. If you need to print large... it is a great help. But nearly every lens made for a modern mirrorless camera is "sharp" to some degree.
So, if you need extra sharpness for certain situations, do your research and find a lens that is sharp as can be. But sharpness should be like 8th on the list of priorities.
Soft Lens
A "soft" lens is how a non-sharp lens is referred to. Most modern optics for mirrorless cameras have some degree of sharposity.
Sharpitude.
Sharp...ness.
So you don't need to worry too much about getting a detrimentally soft lens unless you go super duper budget. This is why I usually recommend people skip the "kit lens" unless they absolutely can't afford anything better.
Though sometimes people purposely get vintage lenses because they don't like sharpness and prefer the "character" of older lenses. The imperfections can achieve a different artistic goal. Though this can also be achieved through lens filters... or Vaseline.
I'm looking at you, Barbara Walters.
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Sharpness at the Corners
When I read that in my head just now I said it the same way I do "Panic! at the Disco."
Engineers will prioritize sharpness at the center of the lens since that is where most of the interesting stuff tends to be. But also, the light rays at the center tend to be the most parallel as they head to the sensor, so they don't need as much correction. The rays coming from the sides have to be bent and manipulated to correct for distortion, so keeping things sharp at the corners can be a challenge.
Now, knowing that, and knowing how the aperture works, you can infer that when you stop down your lens and make the hole smaller, all of the light rays are constricted to a smaller area. This makes them easier for your lens to deal with, so if a lens has problems with corner sharpness, you can usually stop down to improve this. So if a lens is soft at the corners at f/1.8, you might be able to go to f/2 or f/4 to get better results.
Vignetting
Vignetting is a circular area of darkness at the perimeter of your photo. This is another side effect caused by the same things as soft corners. When correcting those non-parallel light rays, it causes them to travel an ever so slightly farther distance getting to your sensor. And the inverse square law tells us that light becomes dimmer as it travels longer distances.
This is very easy to correct. Usually your camera has a setting to correct vignetting if you are outputting JPEG files. And if you are shooting RAW photos, your editing software should have a check box to fix the vignetting—usually the same one that fixes chromatic aberration. This is usually called "lens correction" in most menus.
Also, same as with corner sharpness, stopping down your lens will usually fix this optically rather than with software algorithms.
Contrast
Contrast is probably the most important attribute to determine lens quality. Good contrast can make a soft lens look good. But lens contrast is not always consistent. It can get better or worse depending on the lighting in your scene.
The best way to test the contrast of a lens is to take a picture of something that is backlit. A person with the sun behind them is a great indicator. If they have no light on them, the person should fall into inky darkness. But if a lens has poor contrast, they will seem like a faded gray.
Focus Breathing
Focus breathing is a phenomenon where your focal length changes depending on how far away your subject is. It's usually not a big deal and most people don't even notice it, but if you ever do video, it can cause a few headaches. Some people can get annoyed because they feel they aren't getting the advertised focal length on the lens they bought. Like, if you get a 300mm lens and it only goes to 250mm for things super far away, that can be annoying.
This video explains it in detail.
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Lens Types
Prime Lens
A "prime lens" has a fixed focal length and cannot be zoomed. Typically prime lenses are "faster" (wider max aperture) and sharper. Weirdly they can be very inexpensive or the most expensive. They can be extremely lightweight or weigh a ton. And if you want the sharpest lens possible or the fastest lens possible or both, it will be expensive and heavy.
Having at least one fast prime is usually recommended for any professional photographer.
Zoom Lens
A "zoom lens" allows you to zoom. Obviously. But there are few that go below an aperture of f/2.8, so less light gathering and you sacrifice a bit of sharpness. However, if you don't know how much space you will have to work with, the flexibility of a zoom can be invaluable.
Be warned, while a cheap prime lens can still take fairly good photos, cheap zooms are usually pretty terrible. There are plenty of reasonably priced zoom lenses to choose from, but if the price seems too good to be true, I would trust that intinct.
Wide Angle Lens
A "wide angle lens" is any focal length below 35mm. Wider focal lengths allow you to get more stuff in the photo at shorter distances. A theme you might notice with photography is that every benefit has a compromise or consequence to go with it. Wide angle lenses are wonderful if you are in a cramped space. They also make it easy to keep everything in focus. But as you go wider, distances become exaggerated and barrel distortion becomes more pronounced and harder to correct.
Things that are close to the lens seem huge and things farther away seem tiny. One trick to remember is things in the center of the frame will be less affected by distortion. Something to take into account when taking those smartphone selfies.
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If you look, the ball looks huge in frame because it was only a few inches from the lens. Otis was literally smaller in frame than the ball despite only being about 2 feet away. However, he doesn't look all stretchy like the ball because he is centered.
Standard Lens
A "standard" or "normal lens" represents about the same field of view as the human eye. Generally around 40mm to 55mm on a full frame camera (there is some debate on this, but close enough). This is right about where you can take pictures of faces without the unflattering side effects of wide angle.
Telephoto Lens
A "telephoto lens" allows you to stand farther away and still fill the frame with your subject. Usually lenses 200mm and above are considered telephoto. These are often heavy and expensive.
Specialty Lenses
Ultrawide
This is just an extremely wide angle lens. At this point, you just except the massive amounts of distortion and embrace it. These lenses are extremely fun.
Medium Telephoto
These are sometimes called "portrait" lenses as well. They are a little more tele than standard and not quite tele enough for long distance photography. Usually in the 70-200mm range. This is the focal range that allows you to still be close to your subject but you are far enough away to get extra flattering lens compression on faces.
Superzoom Lens
A "superzoom" has an extremely large focal range. It can go from very wide to very telephoto. These are usually not wonderful lenses, although they have improved on mirrorless cameras in recent years. There are a few that could even be used professionally now. But most are just a huge mediocre compromise for vacation pix.
The cheap ones aren't fast, they aren't sharp, and every time you zoom people think your camera is having an erection.
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If you are traveling and you have no idea what you might be photographing and carrying around a bunch of lenses is impractical, these have utility. But the larger the focal range, the more mediocre they get. Typically if the zoom range exceeds ~150mm you will start noticing that mediocrity. So a 70-200mm can be fantastic. But an 18-300mm will be very mid.
Macro
A macro lens is any lens that has 1x or more magnification. 1x magnification is a designation that relates the sensor size to how much of the subject fills the frame of your image. For 1x, that ratio should be 1:1.
So if you imagine a quarter lying on top of an image sensor, that's how big the quarter should be in your photo. 2x magnification would be like if a quarter doubled in size and you laid it on top of the image sensor. And so on.
Beware of lenses claiming to be macro and really only having a short working distance. 0.5x is not macro, but is sometimes advertised as so.
Tilt Shift Lens
This is a very niche lens. Most people know of it from the photos that make everyone look like they are in a miniature land.
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For every other lens, the focal plane is perpendicular. If you move the camera at an angle, the focal plane will match that movement. So what the tilt shift lens allows you to do is angle the focal plane so your depth of field goes in bonkers directions.
Product photographers love this because you can take a photo of an array of products from a 45 degree angle and keep everything in focus.
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This image would be impossible to maintain complete focus of all the objects without a tilt shift lens.
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In this example, without tilting the lens, the tip of the multitool is out of focus.
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And now you can see the camera hasn't moved, but the lens is at a steeper angle. And you'll also notice the entire tool is in focus.
But wait, there's more! Did you forget about the shifting? Architectual photographers can use the shift function of the lens to correct perspective distortion and keep buildings looking straight.
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Will this lens help in the photographing of infants?
Probably not.
But I bet you thought it was cool and are glad I included it.
Recommended Essential Lenses
I didn't know what to call this section. These are just the collection of lenses most photographers will try to acquire as they build out their kit.
Nifty Fifty
This is probably the first lens everyone should buy. Almost every brand has their own version. It is an inexpensive 50mm lens with a sub f/2 aperture. Canon's Nifty Fifty or "Plastic Fantastic" is probably the most famous example. It is only $125 and has an f/1.8 aperture.
This lens may not be the sharpest and it might have a lot of plastic-y, cheap feeling parts, but it is a wonderful way to get started with photography. You can use the wide aperture to experiment with bokeh and shallow depth of field. And the 50mm focal length is probably one of the most versatile. Not too wide, so people look normal, and not too tele, so you aren't a mile away from your subjects.
The Holy Trinity
The "Holy Trinity" is meant to describe the 3 lenses that can handle nearly every photographic task while maintaining professional quality results. Typically these lenses are all f/2.8 and are high quality zoom lenses. The 16-35mm, the 24-70mm, and the 70-200mm.
Most photographers can accomplish just about any task with these lenses in their bag.
Froggie's Holy Hexagon
That said, if I had an unlimited budget I would actually have 6 lenses to cover everything. Beyond the Holy Trinity, I would get a fast prime, an ultrawide, and a macro lens.
A fast prime can see in the dark and has more background blur. The nifty fifty would work great for this.
An ultrawide is one of the most fun lenses you will ever use, even if it distorts everything to a crazy degree and isn't useful very often. It is great for breaking you out of photographic ruts and can really get the creative juices flowing.
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And a macro lens is not just useful for making tiny things big. It also allows you to focus at any distance. Sometimes you just need to get a tad bit closer than your other lenses will allow. Macro lenses are also pretty great portrait lenses and can serve multiple functions.
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And if anyone is interested in sports or wildlife photos, a nice telephoto lens might be a seventh lens to consider.
I think that is the end of part 1.
I hope this was helpful. And I look forward to posting part 2 soon.
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1. Hello lovely people! This blog has given me so much to read! I am so grateful. I’ve been diligently curating my bookmark, yet I still lost a fic.. 😭 In which LWJ knew about WWX losing a core. During Sunshot Campaign final battle, WWX is impaled with baxia saber. WWX is dying, everyone taking turns taking care of him. Wen Qing then has to cut WWX open and LWJ pouring his spiritual power into WWX to form a new core. Please help me find this fic.. Thank you!! @yellowridge
FOUND? The most dangerous thing is to love by KatAnni (E, 113k, WangXian, Golden Core Reveal, Fix-It, Everybody Lives, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence, Hurt!WWX, Found Family, Implied/Referenced Torture, POV Multiple, Implied/Referenced Cannibalism, Panic Attacks, PTSD, Golden Core Transfer, Golden Core Transfer Fix-it, Medical Procedures, Fainting, Major Character Injury, Blood and Injury, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Asexual JC, homophobia doesn't exist here, Marriage Proposal, Marriage, Wedding Night, Whump)
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2. Hello, I've looking for this fanfic all around. It is about Wei Ying being married to Wen Qing, it isnt a happy marriage and they have a-yuan. Wei Ying met Lan Zhan at his new work and they start kind of a relationship, at that point he wants to divorce. There is a line where Lan Zhan says to Wei Ying " i know i was just a rebound but I still love you" @justa-feeling
FOUND! Always Be Closing by betts (E, 30k, wangxian, WWX/WQ, office, banking, divorce, secret relationship)
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3. Hey i'm looking for a fic that talks about lan wangji's headband can you guys help me?
For #3 can the original poster give more detail? Is it the fic where the lan headband is, like, controlling them and making them more docile and wwx puts it inside a magic circle to contain it?
FOUND? Commitment by katikat (T, 401, WangXian, Post Finale, Realization) immediately post CQL finale; WWX finally learns the significance of The Headband ™
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4. For the next FicFinder, will you please help me find this one fic? I can’t remember the name but I remember in the first chapter Wei Ying was selling his tailsmen in town and Lan Qiren invites Wei Ying to study in Gusu. Thanks for all of your hard work! @emmablackwood
FOUND? A Thousand Things by tickertape (M, 108k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiāngs, Developing Friendships, lots of OCs, miscommunication and misunderstandings (they’re idiots your honor), Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Slow Burn)
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5. hi!! thank you so much for all the work that you do, this blog is awesome really ❤️ i was wondering if you could help me find a fic?
basically wwx and lwj come back from a night hunt, and lwj starts acting funny. he suggests that they leave gusu and isolates the two of them and at one point i think even uses tailsmans to make sure wwx can’t leave. eventually wwx realised that lwj has a leftover curse from the night hunt, but lwj doesn’t realise it. wwx solves it by transferring the curse to himself and lwj breaks it.
thank you so much ☺️ @milosdinosaur
FOUND! Clouded by diamondbruise (M, 15k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Getting Together, Case Ficish, Curses, Dark LWJ, It's a curse, Dubcon Kissing, Jealousy, Sharing a Bed, Angst with a Happy Ending, Dubious Consent, no sex in this fic just in general)
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6. Hello!!! I hope you're all having a great day! Love the work you guys are doing! For the next fic finder can you please find this fic where wei wuxian puts hot bricks in the end of the bed to keep warm during winter. and he learns this from jiang yanli when they were kids and he does this in cloud recesses. THANKS A LOT!!!!! @mybestfriendisacinnamonroll
FOUND? 有情人终成眷属 | lovers, finally wed by stiltonbasket (G, 50K, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Post-Canon Fix-It, Fluff and Humor, Junior Ensemble Shenanigans, Adopted Children, Married Life, Domestic Bliss, Confused WWX, Happy Ending, Drabble Sequence) Yes, ch33 of Lovers finally wed
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7. Hey, thank you for finding the fic last time. I looked for it for like months before I asked you.
If u don't mind i am having trouble finding another fic, hope you can help me again. In the fic lwj is a actor and wwx is a reporter I guess. They are in a secret relationship and wwx is a crossdresser. The paparazzi think that lwj and lqy. That's all I remember of the fic. I hope you can find it for me. @mayavsworld​
FOUND? i don't speak spanish, but based on some tag searching it might be ¿Quién es la novia de Hánguāng Jūn? by VicoMejia73 (VicoMejia733) (M, 7k, wangxian, modern, actors au, news media, secret identity, crossdressing WWX, humor, sexual humor, reporter WWX, actor LWJ, shameless WWX, paparazzi NHS)
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8. Hey, I've been looking for this fic but I can't find it. I know it takes place in a gym. Wei Ying has a gay panic and I remember a funny scene when they're getting smoothies at said gym. There's misunderstanding throughout the fic and they also have sexy times in the shower. That's all I remember.
i have #8 in my bookmarks but i can't find it 😭 lan zhan is gay and thinks wei ying has been hitting on him, whereas wei ying is enamored but oblivious about lan zhan. Lan zhan has a house in the french connection, and it's top lan zhan. wen ning was the one who makes smoothies at the gym. why can't i find it😭😭
FOUND? speeding up my heartbeat by plonk (Not Rated, 24k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Gyms)
FOUND? In one of your Fic Finders I saw that there wasn't a match for #8 which took place at a gym with smoothies. It's Such Wonton, Wild and Usual Slips by sunlightrefrain which they made private. I can't find anything to indicate the author doesn't want folks to use the wayback machine, so here's the URL to get it: archiveofourown(.)org/works/31753639
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9. Helloo! I've been trying to find this fic it's post canon and lwj and jc hate each other but jc comes over to cloud recesses to plan something with lwj and wei ying is just desperately trying to get them to get along. Lwj doesn't like jc because he hurt wwx before and jc doesn't like lwj because he thinks lwj is not good for wwx and forced wwx to become a perfect lan sect member.
I remember 9 but can’t find it. Jc was worried specifically because wwx was wearing Lan robes and he found out he had a forehead ribbon I think?
FOUND? the only way out by cafecliche (T, 12k, WangXian, Post-Canon, this is one part character study, one part comedy of errors, and one part fix-it)
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10. Hello, please I am looking for a fan fiction where Wei ying get adopted by xie lian and lives together with xie lian and hua cheng
FOUND? the hearth series by eccentrick (G/T, 65k, WangXian, HuaLian, Found Family, fluff with plot, Fluff and Angst, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Disabled Character, Ableism, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiāngs, slow burn found family, Adopt WWX, Married HuaLian, Post-Canon TGCF, Kid Fic, TGCF Spoilers)
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11. Hi! I’m looking for an immune system(?) fic!
Basically, Lan Wangji is a white blood cell and Wei Wuxian is coronavirus. The different clans are different parts of the immune system. The Lan clan was the white blood cells. There were other clans too but I forgot what position they played.
The way your immune system looks like depends on how creative and active the mind of the body’s owner is. Like some people will have immune systems that look realistic, while others might look more cartoonish. In this fic, this all takes place in yibo’s body and it’s set like historical china where the cells are like cultivators with swords and the germs are like ghosts.
Okay so when Wei Wuxian first enters yibo’s body, There are reports that a few white blood cells were found dead. So they sent Lan Wangji to go investigate. When Wangji gets there, He finds Wei Wuxian sleeping. When he wakes up, they fight and I think they become friends? Lan Wangji visits him a few more times after that I think.
I don’t remember much after that scene but I remember yibo’s body getting better after Wei Wuxian leaves the body. Yibo then decides to become a blood donor for some experimentation for the vaccine. Inside the immune system, they elect a few cells to be sent out. Lan Wangji being one of them who volunteered.
Lan Wangji is the only white blood cell that will work for the vaccine because wangxian soulmates <3 Also when he becomes the vaccine, he turns into Hanguangjun and he’s like glowing gold.
The fic ends with something relating with both yibo and xiao zhan.
This might not be the best description for the fic but thank you for your time and work!! @ybhakau
FOUND? the closest thing I could find was this Twitter Cells at Work! fusion AU comic by @/delrheian (YLLZ! WWX is blood cancer rather than COVID, and no YiZhan framing device seems to be involved.)
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12. Hi! I remember a fic I read at least a year ago, if not two. I remember these few things about it.
- It is not a modern au. Pretty sure it was still the "period" verse.
- Lan Wangji falls to a coma for some reason, and Wei Wuxian and Wen Qing (only 80% her it was her and not some other random doctor) work on bringing him back.
- Lan Wangji keeps dreaming of him meeting WWX at a dreamscape lotus pier, and WWX keeps getting away or smth like that
- The most memorable part is it mentioning how WWX cares for the body of a comatose patient and all the not so pleasant things that entail the task. Not graphically so but it does mention and I immediately took note because very rarely do fanfics details things like that when writing about a bedridden character.
Do you guys have any recollection about having ever seen this? 🥺 Thank you for your time! Really appreciate your hard work! 🥰
#12 sounds like an abo type fic where wei ying was a feral omega who was super strong (instead of going into a sexual heat, it was a murder spree lol) lan zhan was imprisoned and then rescued and i think he was bedridden for most of the fic. i think the summary mentioned that too. wei ying and lan zhan were imprisoned together and lan zhan was doing really badly:( i hope it's found!
not FOUND I Will Not Go Gentle into the Quiet Night by TriviasFolly (M, 89k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Omega WWX, Alpha LWJ, no cultivation au, Vaugely Historical AU?, royal au, War AU, Slow Burn, Attempted Rape, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Murder)
Hello! This is the anon who sent the ask for 12. Coma LWJ. Unfortunately I do not think that's it. I don't think it was an ABO fic at all🥺
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13. Hello, do you maybe know a fic where Jiang Cheng casts a spell so Wei WuXian doesn't exist but then he comes back and no-one remembers him? Thank you for your hard work and have a wonderful day!
FOUND? The Way It Wasn't by KouriArashi (T, 72k, WangXian, XiYao, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fix-It, (eventually haha), Slow Build, Family Feels, Moral Ambiguity, Eventual Happy Ending)
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14. hiiii i'm looking for a fic that crosses over svsss and mdzs, where og!lbh finds wwx during his burial mounds time and decides to train him or something. I vaguely remember that og!lbh was also taking body parts to resurrect shen jiu.
FOUND? Chunshan by alittleliar (M, 61k, OG SQQ/YQY, SQH & SQQ, OQ LBH/OG SQQ, wangxian, rape/non-con, graphic depictions of violence, angst & tragedy, body horror, mental instability, grief/mourning, flashbacks, canon divergence, non-con somnophilia, found family, reincarnation, immortality, gods, WIP) it’s Original! SQQ, as a maimed fierce corpse in the Burial Mounds, who tutors WWX.
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15. hi!! im trying to find a wangxian fic, its canon divergent? and i remember that wwx either dies or goes missing and lwj finds him in a small village/farm? but wwx has no memory of who he is or the past but know somehow that lwj must know him, and lwj ends up staying with wwx; ive been looking for hours please help 😭😭
FOUND! 💙 And They Have Escaped The Weight of Darkness by cosmicmilktea (T, 10k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Amnesia, Memory Loss, Grief/Mourning, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Screw the Cultivation world tbh, The Lan precepts deserves better, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Falling In Love, domestic life, Social justice boyfriends wangxian, Happy Ending) near the end of And They Have Escaped The Weight of Darkness WWX (who has amnesia) realizes that LWJ must have known him before he lost his memory.
15 might have been put behind a mystery work thing if it’s not that. Something about a shrine of forgotten things?
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16. Hey I’ve been looking for this one mdzs fic for a while and was wondering if you could help. It’s where after killing wen rouhan Wei ying and lan zhan are transported somewhere else and later I’m pretty sure they get married and run into either Jiang Cheng or lan xichen, thanks🥰 @fanfic-discussions
FOUND? rays of light (lead the way home) by Silversouledcat (T, 11k, wangxian, fluff, wangxian in love, getting lost for nine years, WIP)
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17. I’m looking for a fic where the story was mainly told through a radio podcast by Nie Huaisang.
Basically, Nie Huaisang was making a dance show and LWJ and WWX were cast as the two main dancers.
WWX thinks LWJ has a crush on WQ or his dancing part would be more suited for WQ (one or the other), but everyone can see LWJ likes WWX. @starcrossedrose​
FOUND? Falling to the Rhythm by Selenay (E, 128k, WangXian, Modern: No Powers, Dance, Strictly Come Dancing Fusion, Ballroom Dancing, Dancer!WWX, Violinist LWJ, Pining While Dancing, Oblivious WWX, Gratuitous Costume Descriptions, Gratuitous dancing descriptions, Slow Burn, [Podfic] Falling to the Rhythm by semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona) could be "Falling to the Rhythm" by Selenay; it’s not a radio broadcast, but there is a production/media framework.
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18. hi!!! this is for the next fic finder! can’t remember everything that happened but jfm sexually abused wwx!!! it was wangxian centered and it had a lot of angst but with happy ending!!!
FOUND? a choice to call our own by renhui (E, 93k, WIP, WangXian, JFM/WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, Childhood Sexual Abuse, Sexual Assault, Forced Bonding, Homelessness, Dubious Consent, Self-Esteem Issues, Soulmates, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Pining while fucking, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Breaking Up & Making Up, Hurt/Comfort, Recovery, Good Uncle LQR, No Sunshot Campaign, Asexuality Spectrum)
FOUND? clean from the war (your heart fits like a key) by sysrae (E, 28k, wangxian, modern, reunions, past XY/WWX, hurt/comfort, panic attacks, past rape/non-con, past abuse, rape recovery, transphobic violence, victim blaming)
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19. hello, ive got a request for fic finder :) i think there's a fic where someone (lan xichen??) is offhandedly referred to as "the best of the gerber babies." i have literally no other context and i don't even know if i liked the fic but the line has been stuck in my head, my best guess is a celebrity au. thanks!
FOUND? live from new york by varnes (E, 87k, WangXian, Modern AU, SNL AU, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, A Family Can Just Be The Staff Of A Popular Late Night Sketch Show, Pining, Getting Together, Happy Ending, Idiots in Love, and they were ROOMMATES, Frottage, Light Bondage, could not be lighter or gentler bondage) Lan Xichen says the line himself in chapter 5
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20. hi!! i'm looking for a modern au fic where wwx goes to some kinda event, i think it was for jyl and jzx, and maybe at an art gallery?? and at the event, he's aggressively hit on by wen chao who refuses to take no for an answer, so wwx seeks help from a mysterious stranger (aka lwj), asking him to pose as his husband/bf. smut may hve been involved but im not 100% sure abt tht. tysm!! @herequeerandtoptier
FOUND? feel it so strong (we don’t even have to say goodbye) by bee_knife (DisasterBiAlert) (E, 6k, wangxian, modern, strangers to lovers, love at first sight, single dad WWX, fluff & smut, happy ending)
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salsedine · 8 months
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Oh no you reblogged it too. :/ Well then. *cracks hands*
Irene Adler, Merrill, Rings of Power Tar-Miriel and at this point I have to ask him: Ishmael from Moby dick. (how many/if you want of course💜✨)
Hello! <3 And these are all great, thank you for asking! But definitely under 'the read more', this is going to be a little long.
Irene Adler
-First impression: talented opera singer that managed to outwit both Holmes and the king that was stalking her AND carve a happy life for herself + her husbands; “The Woman” indeed.
-Impression now: pretty much the same - although with age I've come to appreciate more the crossdressing subplot. You get the idea that it is something that she does quite often and enjoys (especially given the freedom that comes with it). This is also for the -headcanon/idea for a story section, but I hope that eventually some adaptation will explore the potentially queer aspect of it. No, not you, BBC.
- Unpopular opinion: maybe it's not a big deal NOW, but I still consider the aforementioned BBC adaptation one of the worst in terms of characterization. They managed to make it worse than a story written in the XIXth century, congrats!
- Favourite relationship: her canon husband seems to like her as she is- which is nice, so he can stay.
Merrill
- First impression: I almost didn't recognize her from her tiny cameo in Origins, ops. Beside that, as soon as the other dalish started badmouthing her I pretty much immediately switched into 'protective mode'.
- Impression now: she is brilliant! why nobody notices that! By trying to restore the eluvian she is actually doing a keeper's job, and she didn't even get possessed despite doing an internship with a spirit/demon - that's impressive. And sure, sometime she can be a little awkward, but she comes from a completely different culture compared to the other characters - of course she is awkward. It’s like moving from Abbiategrasso to Amsterdam, I’d be a little overwhelmed too.
- Favourite scene: The "I believe in you, Hawke" moment during The Last Straw - everybody is (understandably) a little torn and full of doubts and yet she is the first one to be 100% on your side.
- Headcanon/story: since she cleansed the Eluvian, I guess that it’s almost-canon that blood magic could cure the taint? It’s kind of a shame that her relationship with Anders doesn't progress past his prejudices (and a few admittedly nice but short dialogues), because then you'd have a dalish mage that actually knows how to deal with spirits and can potentially cure the taint AND a possessed mage/grey warden. It’s pretty much 80% of the magical plot condensed in two characters, come onnnn.
(same with the whole 'tranquility' thing, since we saw very early in the game that interacting with a spirit can, albeit temporarily, reverse it. No I'm not over that quest)
- Unpopular opinion: I wish the romance storyline was... better written? I would have been 1000% more supportive lol. No really, they emphasized how much Merrill idolizes Hawke, while I would have opted for a more equal relationship.
- Relationship: beside the romance option, I'd say Varric and Isabela. And special mention to Aveline – I know she is not a particularly popular character but some of her dialogues with Merrill are quite sweet.
Tar-Miriel
- First impression: Cynthia Addai-Robinson could stab me and I'd thank her for her time.
- Impression now: same :P no really, this character has a lot of regality and grace, like some sort of fragile strenght. She really felt like a Tolkien character, so to speak.
- Relationship: not romantic, but I enjoyed her clashes with Galadriel and Elendil, and the overall idealism VS political realism contrast.
- Favourite moment: the whole sequence with the falling white flowers, and her final parting with Galadriel - she looks like a byzantine empress 90% of the time, so it's hard to pick one.
- Story/headcanon: not much of an headcanon, but I hope that they'll show more of her ruling in Numenor.
- Unpopular opinion: I don't think i have any? Are there popular/unpopular opinion about her?
Ishmael
- First impression: The novel starts with him explaning that he sails to fight depression (“with a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship”) so I immediately liked him. And "call me Ishmael"? - he is the one that tells the story and we don't even know his real name. The epitome of the unreliable narrator, and he tells you that himself.
- Impression now: Pretty much stayed consistent – I appreciate how he is the opposite of what people expected from a male character in a seafaring novel: introspective, melancholic and prone to philosophical musings, with an unconventional approach to religion (a lot), not particularly adventurous in the physical sense, and gay.
- Relationship: “Thus, then, in our hearts' honeymoon, lay I and Queequeg — a cosy, loving pair.” What can I add? It’s like a marriage, "until death to us part" and everything- and even after that, since Ishmael avoid drowning by clinging to Queequeg's coffin.
- Headcanon / idea for a story: I don't think I can write Moby Dick fanfiction, really. I’ll leave that to Vinicio Capossela lol.
- Unpopular opinion: I don't find Ishmael’s musings about whales boring? They are definitely not the worst part of the book (that's the XIXth century racism).
+ cute seal bonus if you read all that stuff, congrats!
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hi! i'm not sure if you've been asked this before but sonic seems very cool and you seem very knowledgeable so i was wondering if you have any advice for getting into sonic? all i know is cool speedy hedgehog with cool friends, rings, colorful emerald things, eggman. thank you if you answer :D
hello yes! id be happy to help!! putting under a cut to not clog ppls dashs ^v^
okay obviously the way most people get into the sonic franchise is through the games, but these also have the biggest hurdle to jump through to consume them (money + proper consoles). here is a list of the mainline sonic games in chronological order (out of universe that is; in universe a few are switched around), and here is a list of EVERY sonic game. try to play any that seem interesting to you! the classic games (1 + CD + 2 + 3&Knuckles) and the adventure games (SA + SA2) are the most essential viewings. the classics are all getting rereleased on switch in june as sonic origins and are otherwise very simple to understand, and the adventures have large cutscene movies you can watch on youtube!
if you like darker and more serious storylines, i say check out sonic 2006, shadow the hedgehog, sonic forces, and to a certain extent sonic and the secret rings, and sonic and the black knight.
if you like more lighthearted cartoony stories, check out sonic heroes, sonic unleashed, sonic colors, sonic generations, sonic lost world, and sonic mania.
note that i make no guarantee of quality because some of these are infamously bad but its okay because liking bad storylines and games is a part of liking this series 💗
okay other than the games theres also animated media you can check out! there were three american animated sonic cartoons in the 90s, Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog (aosth), Sonic the Hedgehog (satam), and Sonic Underground.
aosth is a super lighthearted cartoon thats just about sonic and tails running around defeating robotniks schemes together. its not much in terms of story or meat, so if you dont like eggman, or sonic and tails, then its probably skippable. my personal favorite episode is Tails New Home. all of its on youtube.
satam is the darker cartoon of the mid 90s. its about an underground revolution against the dictator robotnik by the village knothole outside the city of robotropolis. this would get cancelled after 2 seasons, and would get a comic adaptation which ill talk about in a second. all of its on youtube as well.
sonic underground is a nonsense show lmao. sonic has blood siblings in this one and they fight robotnik using magic amulets that turn into magic instruments. a nostalgic favorite for many fans, and its notable for being the only cartoon tails isnt in because the writers chopped up his personality and split it into other characters. again, its all on youtube!
theres also 2 japanese anime adaptations of the series!
the sonic OVA is a 40 minute movie that was originally a pilot for a series, but it wasnt picked up. i personally adore the animation used in it, its adorable and its length makes it fun to watch on the regular. its normally on youtube but currently down i think, so you can watch it on places like dailymotion and vimeo.
sonic x is the story driven anime adaptation from the mid 2000s! it got dubbed by 4kids in the us, but they censored tons of stuff so everybody tells everybody to watch it subbed. theres three seasons, and while i havent seen this yet ive been assured its actually very well written and a good watch. the dub is on youtube, but since again you want to see it subbed, both versions are on hulu. its also on uh. other sites <3
and we're back in the us for recent stuff!
sonic boom is the most recent sonic cartoon from 2014. a cartoon adaptation of series spinoff game Sonic Boom and the Rise of Lyric, everybodys designs and personalities are slightly off, especially knuckles. its not necessarily in character half the time, but its funny enough nobody cares. its like a sitcom with sonic characters and everybody loves clipping stuff out of context. you can watch it on hulu! and other sites <3
THE MOVIES! everybodys seeing the movies. what are you doing if you arent seeing the movies? pirate the first one off paramount+ and then buy your ticket for the 2nd one right now. theyre genuinely good movies and are super super fun to see with friends!!
okay thats it for cartoons! finally, theres multiple comics you can read about sonic.
Archie Sonic is the first, american made comic series with over 500 issues if you include spin offs. this is the satam continuation. its infamous for its behind the scenes drama with ken penders and its terrible relationship drama in comic. it gets good when ian flynn starts writing though. you can read these on any comic sites online, and heres a reading order, since it gets super complicated to keep up with.
Sonic the Comic is the british version of the series. commonly dubbed fleetway sonic by fans, its lore re sonic and eggman is vastly different to the rest of the series. its much shorter than archie, with less than 200 issues. again, you can read these online, and heres a much less complicated reading order.
finally, theres IDW sonic. started in 2017, its a spiritual continuation of archie in some ways due to the returning writing staff after archie ended in 2014. its also a literal continuation of sonic forces, and you should know what happens in that game before reading these. this is most peoples favorite comic run, due to it being the most consistent in story and art quality. its more recent and still ongoing. you can read it online, and heres a reading order as of the issues released when typing this up. thank you tumblr user thankskenpenders for both this and the archie reading order!
thats.. basically it! theres more that i have not mentioned here, but you can do research into the nooks and crannies yourself after checking out any of these and deciding if you like it! i hope i could help and i hope you end up liking the funny animal guys ^_^
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Top 100 Songs Of The Year
1. Find The Keys (Remastered) by The Stupendium
2. Bones by Imagine Dragons
3. A Good Song Never Dies by Saint Motel
4. Eleven Sings A Song (Part 3) by Aaron Fraser Nash
5. Candy Store - Heather's The Musical (Off Broadway Cast)
6. All Eyes On Me by OR3O
7. Moving Up In The World by DAGames
8. Brutal by Olivia Rodrigo
9. Dead Girl Walking (Reprise) - Heather's The Musical (Off Broadway Cast)
10. Build Our Machine (Trio Mashup) by DAGames
11. Enemy (Cover) by Annapantsu
12. Enemy (No Rap/Radio Cut) by Imagine Dragons
13. Devil's Price by Poor Man's Poison
14. Mr Bones by Kroh
15. Cipher by LEMMiNO
16. Teens - Stranger Things s4 Ost
17. California Dreamin' by The Beach Boys
18. Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush
19. The Devil's Swing (Mashup) by Fandroid
20. Welcome Home (Cover) by Cami-Cat
21. A Little Messed Up (TechnoBlade Animatic) by June
22. Stranger Things s3 Recap Song by Aaron Fraser Nash
23. Ready To - BNA (Brand New Animal)
24. Should I Stay Or Should I Go by The Clash
25. Rewired by Gabbie Hanna
26. Brothers In Arms (Cover) by OR3O
27. Feed The Machine by Poor Man's Poison
28. Cells No More by The Stupendium
29. Voices by Derivakat
30. Devil's Train by The Lab Rats
31. Shut Eye (Slowed) by Steeling Sheep
32. Kids (Slowed) - Stranger Things s1 Ost
33. Ballroom Blitz by The Struts
34. Art Of Darkness by The Stupendium
35. Blood And Ink by NateWantsToBattle/ Give Heart Records
36. Meant To Be Yours - Heather's The Musical (Original West End Cast)
37. Beautiful - Heather's The Musical (Off Broadway Cast)
38. Dead Girl Walking - Heather's The Musical (Off Broadway Cast)
39. Smells Like Teen Spirt by Nirvana
40. Monster by Imagine Dragons
41. Get Jinxed - League Of Legends
42. This Is Love by Air Traffic Controller
43. Ashite Ashite by Kikuo
44. Give And Take by Poor Man's Poision
45. Freeze Your Brain - Heather's The Musical (Off Broadway Cast)
46. A Pizza The Action by The Stupendium
47. Desolate Hallway by Advocate Music
48. Cell Block Tango (Edit) - Chicago (2002)
49. I Say No - Heather's The Musical (Original West End Cast)
50. Here Comes Vi/Get Jinxed (Mashup) - League Of Legends
51. Trouble by Gabbie Hanna
52. Thank God I'm Not You by Himalayas
53. You Give Love A Bad Name (Nightcore) by Bon Jovi
54. Teen Idle (Animatic) by MARINA
55. Gospel Of Dismay (Cover) by OR3O
56. Cherry Bomb by Joan Jett and The BlackHearts
57. Revived by Derivakat
58. No One Escapes by Catherine Kelly
59. Cabinet Man by Lemon Demon
60. Why Did I Say Okie Doki? by The Stupendium
61. Kids (Ain't Alright) by Grace Mitchell
62. Max Sings A Song (Part 3) by Aaron Fraser Nash
63. Typical Me by Kroh
64. Spend The Night by TryHardNinja
65. Bendy Beats by Kyle Allen Music
66. Burn by Fishy Mom
67. Bendy's Tale by OR3O
68. Candle Queen by GHOST
69. Orphan Tears (Edit) by Your Favourite Martian
70. Glitter And Gold by Barns Courtney
71. CopyCat (Mashup) by Circus-P
72. The Fine Print by The Stupendium
73. Why Did I Say Okie Doki (Cover) by K.C
74. Detroit Rock City by KISS
75. Playground By Bea Miller
76. Little Talks by Of Monsters And Men
77. 1985 by Bo BurnHam
78. Total Insecurity by Rockit Gaming
79. Sharks by Imagine Dragons
80. Tangled Up by Caro Emarald
81. Seventeen - Heather's The Musical (Off Broadway Cast)
82. Hayloft 1/2 by Mother Mother
83. Everybody Loves Me by One Republic
84. Sunglasses At Night by Corey Hart
85. Yo Girl - Heather's The Musical (Off Broadway Cast)
86. Soldier, Poet, King by The Oh Hellos
87. One Of My Kind by CeCe And The Dark Hearts
88. Its Spreading by Dawko
89. Face Reality by Victor McKnight
90. 2econd, 2ight, 2eer (That Was Fun GoodBye) by Will Wood
91. Apex Predator - Mean Girls The Musical
92. DAGames Official Founders Pack
93. A Cautionary Tale - Mean Girls The Musical
94. Dead Girl Walking - Heather's The Musical (Original West End Cast)
95. House Of Memories by Panic! At The Disco
96. Sic Semper Tyrannis by Creamay
97. Always Wanted by MiatriSs
98. Burning Pile by Mother Mother
99. Fight For Me - Heather's The Musical (Off Broadway Cast)
100. Casino Royale by DerivaKat
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i absolutely love unique tags, and i am desperate to know more about yours 😵‍💫🤲 you mentioned having multiple tags for sam and now for dean. how did you choose them, where did they come from (poems, books, movies, quotes), do you keep a running list to remember them, and which ones are your favorites?
i too adore fancy/unique tags!!! ahhh i apologize if i don't make any sense at all. i don't do meta 😭 i am just. here.
i choose tags based on how its meaning is close to the character. honestly idk what i'm doing, i just venture through poems and songs and even other people's samcore / deancore tags until i go insane. so!
#armed to the teeth but can't make me go to war
from family happiness by the mountain goats (albeit tweaked a little). i stopped using it as much, but it's one of my favorites <3 it's really the most samcoded lyric out of the whole thing, so i ran with it! found it while i was making my sam playlist, which i'm thinking about remaking
#give wings to a stone
from no shade in the shadow of a cross by sufjan stevens! two lyrics from that song are tragically sam coded. </3 this tag is starting to become my general sam tag, but idk. i might need something else. my most favorite :")
#a dark prediction
i don't remember where i got it from ;; maybe i made it up? but it's about how sam feels this overwhelming sense of uncleanness and not feeling pure. the inevitability of something Awful that's going to happen. something like that. <3
#at the altar of god
i made this one up i think? but it's about sam and his faith. idk, it's just very striking. best sam + faith/sainthood tag i could think of. religious trauma and sainthood for this boy forever ^_^
#sacrificial lamb for slaughter
from memory. 🥴 pretty self-explained! second tag related to sam's faith. the jesus parallels...he's the lamb of god!!!!
#only the shadow of a cross
also from no shade in the shadow of the cross by sufjan stevens! THIRD tag related to sam's faith ffs. sam is crucified? oh that's just a normal sunday let's carry on. fav tag as well
#body of proof
i'm not sure where's this originally from, but i took it from the title of THE sam & autonomy fic by askance (doomscountry). if you haven't read it, then do so now!!! altered my psyche. but please, obv, mind the tags. it touches on highly sensitive topics. the body of proof ... the proof of various violations and the lack of autonomy. God.
#bloody and bloodstained
i got it from a post but i LOST IT FFS. basically demon blood addict!sam. i don't really like it jgjfjvjfv it's my favorite arc of him and he deserves something Better
#nothing scares me anymore
direct quote from the show! this tag is about soulless!sam. something about this line struck me so hard. and the way he says it ... idk, it's my most favorite soulless!sam scenes ever.
#they're purifying me
direct quote from the show. obv trials era!sam. i'm thinking about finding another tag for him but argehrghfh. it makes it easier for me to find contents i reblogged of trials!sam.
#he just has strange vibes sometimes
direct quote from the show. psychic!sam!!! thinking about dropping this tag though </3 but he do be having weird vibes
now, off to dean (two tags...sad.)
#god bore you hungry
from belovéd by yves olade. it also applies to sam, actually, but my boy has nothing so </3
#your inside is on your outside
from covet by basement! PLEASE LISTEN TO THAT SONG. it's so samdean coded!!!! but yeah, this lyric is CRITICALLY early seasons dean. love my vulnerable boy who bares his beating heart out to everybody <3 haven't used it yet, but it's my most favorite tag of his so far.
as for me keeping a list, no, i absolutely do not! if i forgot about them or lost them then i'm fucked! i make up new ones! this is a matter of survival! (jk i do lolol)
also, i myself absolutely adore your own tags, so seeing your ask shocked me vjrjfnjejdf
thank you so much for the ask 🍯 ilysm <333 i'm sorry that it took this long ;__; hope this was satisfactory!
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Ten Characters, Ten Fandoms, Ten Tags
I was tagged by @sheirukitriesfandom ! Thanks!
1.) Vanus Galerion (Elder Scrolls Online)
Picking just one character from that game is so hard. Abnur Tharn was an extremely close second, but Vanus took the cake. I don't really know how to explain why he is always top dog without getting too personal, but he made a really difficult time in my life bearable, which means a lot when you're only half alive.
2.) Varric Tethras (Dragon Age 2)
Yeah, everybody loves Varric. I mean how can't you? He is either that supportive best friend you always wanted or he is the reminder of who you always strive to be. Plus this poor child... If you've never taken the chance to properly look up his past, sit down and have a read. He deserves all the happiness in the world.
3.) Wrex (Mass Effect)
I love him. I just absolutely adore him. Everyone says Garrus is the ultimate best friend or romantic option to Shepherd- no, it's Wrex. I will die on that hill.
4.) Abel Nightroad (Trinity Blood)
Abel...did the same for me as Vanus did, and the entire series as a whole is just fantastic. Sadly its a very broken series. The anime is only ok, the manga was never finished in English officially (to my knowledge anyway), but the Light Novels are the BEST way to go, yet they are very underrated and unknown to most.
5.) Dionysus or Mr. D (Percy Jackson)
Honestly wasn't sure if I should include him but then remembered my own wedding invitations featured me holding a staff with a flaming pinecone on top because of him. My Olympian parent in the PJO universe, I ended up reading the series as an adult and around the time my therapy sessions and medicine started to sink in- Mr. D's handle on mental illness just really spoke to me. Plus he's hilarious. If you work in any sort of educational program with kids, you'll understand.
6.) Makos (Neverwinter MMO)
I just think he's neat. Can't wait to see what the future has in store for him, no matter how badly it rips apart my or my cleric's hearts.
7.) Halsin (Baldurs Gate 3)
This man doesn't even have a fully developed story yet, we only know scraps about his past from datamined audio which could be cut and scrapped anyway, and I haven't even played the game. But you ever watch gameplay, see a character, and instantly it just clicked with them? That's Halsin for me.
8.) Crookedstar (Warrior Cats Saga)
Get ready to get punched in the gut by pre-teen years lived in 2010 era! Loved this series as a kid and still do- not the current version, but the original four arcs are still perfection. Crookedstar has always been my favorite. His Special Edition novel is a great read! Don't want to say too much and spoil it.
9.) Starscream (Transformers IDW Comics)
Maturing is growing up and reading the Transformers Comics, after years of the great cartoons. Always loved Starscream for just how terrible he was, but then you read the comics and see just what drove him there and the constant mental hell he lives in now... I'll always love you, Scream.
10.) Aslan (Chronicles of Narnia)
I don't understand why I'd need to explain this. It's Jesus' fursona- why wouldn't I love Him. Plus the books....oh the books are so good.
Well that was fun!
I tag @foxyhearts @godlessbroadcast and anybody else who wants to do this! (I don't have enough for ten tags...)
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America is Not Divided!
Chuds versus Woke?
Nope?
Stephen Jay Morris
3/5/2023
©Scientific Morality
As usual, the corporate news media is full of shit. It’s not about news anymore, it’s about entertainment. I no longer hear the Conservative bowel movement refer to the media as “liberal.” The last time White America was divided was in April 1851. That was the Civil War, people! Next, it was in the 60s, during the Vietnam War. Throughout World War II, the USA was united, although the Conservatives had be dragged into the war, kicking and screaming. They were opposed to dropping an atom bomb on Nazi Germany. Why? Because, the Nazis were fellow White people. However, to drop a bomb on Japan? Well, no problem!
The corporate news media is in love with MAGA. For every move or rumor they generate, you’ll hear about it on the mainstream news. It is exciting drama! Whenever they talk about the so-called red states threatening to succeed from the union, the news media behaves like fans of Taylor Swift—all giddy and jumpy, like 14-year-old, school girls. Marjorie Taylor Greene labels it “a divorce by the red states,” – much like the one she’s having with her husband. They’ll flash a video clip of some fat, White guys in the mountains, dressed in military fatigues, doing target practice with their Walmart guns. Whoa! Watch out! There’s gonna be blood in the streets!
No, there won’t! The only civil war to be had will be found in the Conservative bowel movement. How many fuckin’ times will I have to say it!? The country is not—I repeat—NOT divided! Less than 25% of the nation identify as Right-wing or ultra Right wing. The remainder are supporters of this country. Where do I get my statistics? Not from Right wing or Liberal pollsters. I get them from one of the most reliable sources around: the Southern Poverty Law Center. I think that even the New York Times’ polls are faulty.
It has been said that, of the original 13 colonies, just 7% of the populace supported the American Revolution. Maybe it’s true that the Revolutionaries were few, however, the weapons used by the militants were rifle-muskets. The British military took three weeks by boat to get to America to fight the American colonies’ dis-loyalists.
So, revolution was possible back then, but now? As they say in the Bronx: “Forget about it!” Even with high powered weapons, you couldn’t overthrow a nuclear power like the USA. Plus the fact remains that the Right are fanatical supporters of the Second Amendment; and, look what that got you, you stupid ass CHUDs! Everybody and their mother has a firearm! There are more guns in the USA than in the entire Polish army. Do you think Americans are going to embrace you like conquering heroes? Fuck no, they wont! Loyal patriots—and I mean real patriots, not Evangelical lunatics or White Nationalist pea brains—real, multi-cultural, patriots will be aiming their guns at CHUDS, not “woke radicals.” The government will reward them for every CHUD killed with a Taco Bell coupon! Of course, I kid. However, the remaining 75% of mainstream Americans don’t want to live in a Christian police state run by WASP racists. It just not that appealing.
So, where do I get my news? From shows like Democracy Now, Pacifica Network, Free Speech T.V., The Majority Report, and The Young Turks media; also, from the Anarchist News. Thank the physical universe for apathy since most Americans don’t even watch network news anymore. A lot of White Americans are just too jaded and cynical to care about politics. This drives Right-Wing activists insane. The truth is that America is center Left, and there is nothing that’s going to change that.
Like I said, the civil war is raging through the infighting among the Republican Right wing, extremist ranks: MAGA versus the Rino CHUDS, Gay Conservatives versus the Religious Right, Jewish Conservatives against White Nationalists, Black Conservatives against Black Muslims. And on and on. As Saint Woody Guthrie sang: “All you Fascists are bound to lose!”
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Hi!! I've read your Shoto scenarios and they're so amazing!! I also saw that you are open to writing for AoT, so could I request a Levi scenario where it's pretty obvious that the reader has a crush on him but he always acts indifferent and cold towards them (typical Levi), but then they end up being injured/putting their life in danger and he sorta just gets really pissed off bc he actually does like/care for them and it's fluffy? Thank you!!
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❃Levi x Reader
Character's origin- Attack on titan
Characters- Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoë
Warning- Injury, blood, ignorance
Genre- ❖->❃
Format- One-shot
Word count- 1590
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A/n- Thank you for the compliment<3!I apologize for being so late (^_^!) . I hope it's to your liking ! Thank you for requesting!
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To say that you liked your captain would be an understatement. You were in love with him and it was so obvious by your actions that even you yourself was sure that Levi knew that you had a crush on him. There was this one time like-
Flashback
"Let me help you. Give me some of them."
You said while taking a stack of books from the captain, who was on a walk back to his office. "How many times do I have to tell you that I don't need your help. " He said while heavily a sigh of irritation. You just lightly smiled and continued making your way to his office, ignoring his cold reply.
Everybody knew you weren't a very social person who would go out of their way to socialize or talk to someone. So, you talking to your captain willingly even when not necessary says a lot.
Present
You were worried to say the least. Levi hasn't been sleeping. It's totally like him to go on for days with only an hour or two of rest but it had at least been 3 days since he had given himself at least a few minutes of rest if not more. You couldn't help but worry about him even after hearing ' I don't need your concerns' countless times.
You sighed, finally lifting your hand to knock on his office door after debating over it.
Hearing a tired voice mumble "Come in" from the other side of the door, you entered.
"What do you want? " He asked in a harsh tone, not lifting his eyes off paperwork as if knowing it was you.
" The last thing I wanna do is to annoy you but you should take some rest you know. You look so tire-"
"Can you leave me alone for once? How many times do I need to tell you that I don't. need. your. concerns. " He replied harshly while slamming his pen on the table.
"I was just trying to-" You started reasoning, but was again cut off by a "Leave."
"Huh? " You asked, taken aback by what he just said. You were used to his cold replies by now but you didn't expect this.
"Leave before I say something that you'll regret. " With your eyes watering slightly, you managed to chock out a little " I'm sorry."before making your way out the door.
Timeskip
A few days had passed since the incident and the situation changed quite a bit. You didn't talk to Levi unless it's a matter of great importance, won't go out of your way to try and help him or tell him to take a break anymore.
The situation on Levi's end was... unsettling. It bothered him to see you ignoring him most of the time. He didn't say anything that drastic that day, or did he?
Timeskip
You huffed, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand while looking at the titan in front of you. "Seriously, when will they end!?"You said in frustration and made a run to attack him with your weapon.
The titan at hand was quite large, and in normal circumstances you would have received the order to retreat or call for help but you didn't. Unfortunately, your gear was almost out of gas too, making you unable to use it. While you were charging at him, a sound from behind the titan, from the depth of forest distracted you, giving the titan a perfect opportunity to punch you with a great force, sending your body straight to the ground. Your head hit the ground. Hard. You felt blood gushing out of your head as black dots started covering your vision. You could hear the heavy steps of titan approaching you and faintly making out a "Y/N! " before slipping into a dark abyss.
Short timeskip
"They hit their head pretty hard Levi. I'm not sure when they'll wake up." Hange told Levi.
He just chuckled sadly and said,"It was my fault. "
Flashback from before the expedition
"Don't be dependant on me and Do Not call me for any unnecessary cause. "
Present
He started making his way towards you when, " Captain! It's urgent! "
"I'm coming. " He said with a straight face, turning to look at Hange and saying, "Take care of them. " before heading out.
2 days later
Your eyes slowly fluttered open to a dark room. You slowly sat up, wincing at the pounding headache and with the feeling of a bandage wrapped around your head.
'What happened again? Oh I remember. That damn titan! '
"My throat is so dry. " You mumbled, looking at the night stand for water, only to come across an empty water container.
'I think I'll go get some. '
It was dark as you made your way down the hallway to the kitchen. Your head was still aching which made it hard to focus on where you were going, causing you to bump into something, or rather, someone. You steadied yourself by placing a hand against the wall and squinted your eyes to try and see who you bumped into.
"What're you doing out of bed? You're supposed to rest and not lurk in the hallways. In the middle of the night no less. "
Just by hearing the gruff voice, you could tell you bumped into him .
His face held his usual stoic expression, lightly lit by the light coming from the moon through the window behind you.
'Just my luck. ' You thought. "I was going to fetch some water for myself. " Saying that , you again started making your way towards the kitchen.
He held your wrist, causing you to look back at him with a slightly annoyed expression, "What? " He was a bit taken aback by the tone of your voice but said nonetheless, "Go back to your room. I'll go get you some. "
"There's no need for that. I can get it myself. "
He tugged you back a little causing your back to press against the window while he still held your wrist all the while saying, "Listen to others for once will you (Y/n)?" You got furious after hearing that, causing your voice to raise a little,
"I have been listening to you the entire time! You said you didn't want me to be dependant on you? I didn't! You told me to leave you alone? I obliged to that! You said to not call you for any unnecessary cause? I didn't. " but the last sentence only managed to come out as a whisper.
"Your life is not an unnecessary cause (Y/n) . " He said, completely serious , while staring in your (e/c) orbs.
Your head towards the ground, you chuckled bitterly and whispered to yourself, "Says the person who'd probably like me dead anyway. " He heard it though. Loud and clear. Pinning your wrist that he was holding to the window while his other hand crept at the side of your neck with his thumb under your chin, causing you to look at him.
His voice deep and serious, eyes digging holes into yours while he said, " Are you out of your damn mind? Don't you dare say that again."
"It's just the truth. "
"It isn't. "
"And how can you be so sure about that? "
"Because I love you. "
Silence filled the hallways, as your eyes widened slightly, pulse increasing. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of each other's breaths given the close proximity between their faces. Until you decided to break it, that is. " You mean that?" "I never say things I don't mean. At least not as serious as this one. You should know that by now. "
"Levi" You whispered unintentionally, noticing how his face was even more closer to yours now.
Your lips brushed slightly against each other until both of you closed your eyes as Levi fully pressed his lips onto yours.
You never thought this would happen, at least not when you were awake but here you are.
The kiss was slow yet filled with untold emotion, love. His hand leaving your wrist only to be placed on the small of your back instead to pull you more closer. Both your hands were gripping his shirt into fists, causing it to wrinkle slightly.
You both pulled away after what felt like an eternity but were actually just a few minutes.
He lightly kissed your forehead before carrying you in his arms and starting to make his way to your bedroom, where he was initially coming before this whole ordeal, to check up on you.
"H-Heyy! What are you doing?! " You Whisper-yelled, more aware of your surroundings all of a sudden.
He didn't give you a reply. Upon reaching your room, opening the slightly opened door with his foot, he gently placed you on the bed.
He placed a hand on your head, bending down a little so that his face was in front of yours, he lightly stroked your hair, as to not hurt you more than you already were.
Likes, comments and reblogs are truly appreciated!
Befor you could say anything, he cut you off ," I know there are a lot of things on your mind right now and a lot of questions too, but I'll them for you tomorrow. You should rest for now. I'll go get you some water." He lightly placed a soft kiss on your cheek before he went out while closing the door behind him. It was only when the door closed, that you muttered a small, " Alright.... " As a sudden warmth filled your body.
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Mercury Roadrunner's Interview about Freddie Mercury with Peter Freestone – Part II
Thanks very much to Mercury Roadrunner (Pavel Strashnyy) for letting me share his amazing interviews! Originally shared here.
Check the tag "MR interview with Phoebe" to see the other parts. Here are the 3 main topics of this interview, beginning of each topic is written in bold:
1. Language skills
2. Music videos, Garden Lodge
3. Celebrity friends, leg damage story, Joe Fanelli, relationship between band members, Freddie's last days
PS: So here is our second part and the first topic is about Freddie’s language skills:
Did he actually know only the English language or did he also know the Gujarati language or any other languages?
PF: When his parents were in Garden Lodge or if he called his mother on the telephone, he only spoke English. I suppose, he must have understood Gujarati, because, okay, in the school he was taught English, but before the school, when he was in Zanzibar and he would have been with is parents, so I would have thought they would have been speaking in Gujarati.
He had about twenty words of German after living in Munich for so many years. He couldn’t speak German, but I think he understood the language, if he was paying attention, because most of the people around him were talking English, so he never really had the need to learn German. Although, saying that, one of his partners, Winnie, was German and did not speak a lot of English, but then he had Barbara to do the translating.
PS: The second topic is about a very special song “Mad The Swine”, which was recorded in 1972, but was released only in 1991 as a B side of “Headlong” single. Why, after so many years, Freddie decided to come back to it and release it?
PF: Freddie knew that “Innuendo” was going to be his last complete album and I think that this song had a special place in his heart, there were something about it, and as far as he was concerned, it never got an airing he felt it deserved and the rest of the band was happy to put it on.
PS: I mentioned the “Headlong” song and you can be seen in some archival footage of making of the “Headlong” video, you help to lay the Queen members on the shelves. What are your memories about that day?
PF: I was just there to help them. When they are making a video, they don’t need someone to take care of costumes, because there is a costume person, there is a makeup person, everybody is there to do something. And so I was there for Freddie, looking after him, and it just seemed natural to help out. And the band would feel more comfortable if that was someone that they know who would help to put them on the shelves rather than some technician turning up and trying to do it. And this moment with selves wasn’t’ planned. That wasn’t in the storyboard, it’s just that they saw it, there were four shelves so they just thought “Well, why not? Let’s do something crazy”. And the idea must have come from the band member, because Rudi would have seen all the possibilities when he was checking out where they were going to be doing the filming, and if he had thought of using the shelves, that would be one of the ideas put in the beginning.
PS: There are also some parts where we can see you in “The Great Pretender Extended Version” video - can you remember anything about it?
PF: It was just a big long laugh. There is not one part of the making of the actual scenes that they are not laughing and smiling. Roger, Peter and Freddie – they just clicked, it all worked. Nobody had to be bigger than the next one, nobody had to take the spotlight, and they just were there, having a good time.
PS: What is your personal favourite memory from that day?
PF: Personally, for me it is watching the recording of the six girls –you know, both of the backing group were girls, they were wearing two different outfits – and watching the recordings, when they were recording the one group of three and then the other group of three, the costumes they got in to and what they did – you couldn’t help but feel really-really happy. They were actually standing on the same platform when they were recorded. And then, of course, they used computer graphics to put two different groups on the screen at the same time. Just watching three of them there on the platform, waving their hands goodbye, it brings back the memories of those groups of backing singers in the sixties.
PS: What are your memories of making of the “Breakthru” video?
PF: I remember that it was probably the hottest night of the year, no sleep, because it was just so hot and humid. They had a huge problem with the opening scene, and they shot that last in fact. But they had a huge problem because when the engine went into the tunnel it caused air pressure so that that polystyrene wall burst out a long time before the engine arrived. So they tried it earlier on and that’s when they found that that’s what happened, and then they had to do playing around with it during the day, there was people doing that while the rest of the filming was going on, and then they had to sort of re-do it and it was the last shot. And the engine was actually already in the tunnel before it started getting up a bit of speed. And it wasn’t going as fast as people think it does, so that it looked right. It was a fun day. Only the band and the actual film crew were allowed on the flatbed, where the band were performing, because of the way it was being filmed, you could easily be in shot, so the less people that were there – the better. John was having a ball, I remember him laughing a lot, he was enjoying himself. And there was a normal carriage, like a dining car, but old, 1930-1940s, and that was where we would have food and drink. And it was wonderful. It’s a working old train line, it’s a tourist thing, but it’s great, it’s really-really nice and it’s not that far away from London. And Freddie was enjoying the shooting. I was surprised when I saw what he was doing on that flatbed, he was leaning over the edge as the train was going along, but again, it looks faster than it was. It really was only going at about 25-30 kilometers an hour. But it’s made to look as though they are speeding along.
PS: And what was the very first Queen video you were presented on?
PF: The very first video that I was involved with was “Save Me”, because it was shot during two shows of the “Crazy Tour”, I think it was at “The Rainbow” and it was shot at “Alexandra Palace”. Because it was the mix of the live action, the cartoon girl, the bird – and that was the hardest thing – to get Freddie to almost catch the bird, the pigeon. They had to re-film it for about 15 times. And it was where David Mallet, the director, fell of the stage into the orchestra pit. Everybody panicked for a few minutes, but then he stuck his head up “Oh, I’m alright”. It was about 2-3 meters he felled. And then followed all the post-production with the girl, with the cartoon, and how they blended the live pigeon to become the cartoon one and all that sort of work – all of it was done afterwards and it was done before Christmas 1979.
PS: And what was the very last Queen video you were presented on?
PF: “I’m Going Slightly Mad” video. I remember the penguin on the couch moment. Actually most of all I remember the way Diana was with Freddie, because she just took such a good care of him, she had special thermal underwear made for Freddie, because right from my meeting with Freddie in 1979 I remember the easiest thing for Freddie was to feel cold. And it only got worse the more sick he got. And she had special thermal underwear made for him that went underneath the shirt and the suit. She just was there for him all the time and it was just wonderful to see.
PS: And did Freddie usually have cold hands or he had normal temperature of hands?
PF: He could have normal warm hands, but often they would be cold. So maybe he could have a blood circulation problem.
PS: Can you remember something about the shooting of “I Want It All” video?
PF: I don’t think I was at that one, because that would have been Joe, Joe Fanelli would have been there, because we sort of took in turns – he would go to one, I would not, I’ll do all the stuff at home, then I would go to one and he would stay at home.
PS: And it was also the same for you take the turns in concerts?
PF: No, I was on tours with Freddie from 1979 till 1985 and then Joe took over from the last part of 1985 and 1986.
PS: And why you stopped going on tours and Joe took that part?
PF: Because Garden Lodge had been completed and to keep the insurance cover someone had to be living there, so I got to live there. I moved in six months before Freddie did. And Freddie moved in in the middle-end 1985. Because what we did was – Freddie was at Mary’s home and Terry and I took Oscar and Tiffany away from Stafford Terrace. Because Freddie was supposed to move in and he kept putting it off again and again, he said “I’ll do it tomorrow”, “I’ll do it at the weekend”, there was always a reason, an excuse, so what Terry and I did – we went and kidnapped Oscar and Tiffany and took them to Garden Lodge. And then, when Freddie went home and he was looking for the cats, Terry said: “No, they are not here, they are at your other home” – and Freddie moved within two days.
PS: And what was it like living with Freddie in Garden Lodge? What are your first memories of start of living there?
PF: At that point I was living above the kitchen. Joe and I had rooms that were above the kitchen, just up those stairs. And it just felt strange just to be living in that house. The thing is, I’ve been living with Freddie for years, because whenever we were in hotels it was always a two bedroom suit, so I knew how he was, what he would do, what he needed in the morning, how the moods could change, that was all standard, that was all normal. The difference was being in the luxury of Garden Lodge, knowing that it was a house, not the hotel, and the fact that he had made us promise, both Joe and myself, that we would treat this place as our home. It wasn’t just work and somewhere to stay because of work – it was our home.
Some houses have energy, they have a feeling, and while Freddie was in Garden Lodge it was a really warm, friendly house.
PS: And the atmosphere in the house changed almost at the moment Freddie passed away, right?
PF: Literally. For me, while he was still alive, even in those last minutes, it was still the same house, but literally within minutes, while we were waiting for the doctor, it just became bricks and mortar, it just became somewhere to sleep, somewhere to live.
PS: You mentioned living together with Freddie in hotels, but do you remember living with Freddie in some flats or houses before Garden Lodge?
PF: We were living in his apartment in New York. The way it was set up there were two bedrooms, sitting room, dining room, kitchen, a maid’s room and a sort of TV room.
And later we lived together for six months in Los Angeles. Recording “The Works”. They rented the big house for Freddie. A nice house, big-big house. It belonged to a doctor, who just constantly rented it out to stars, who needed somewhere to stay while they were filming. Elizabeth Taylor apparently stayed there, George Hamilton was there, lots of different film stars used it. It was a big house in nice big gardens, it had a swimming pool, had a tennis court, you know, it all the things you need.
PS: And it was actually two of you living there together?
PF: Yeah, Freddie and me. And Terry was there too, to drive.
PS: And speaking of Freddie’s New York Times, can you actually remember what was his the most favourite part of the city?
PF: Most evenings he would end up down on Christopher street, which is down near Greenwich Village. Because there were bars around there, clubs around there, restaurants around there, everything was there in that area, in the West Village.
PS: Our next topic is about Freddie Mercury and George Michael; we can see them together at “Barcelona” album launch party and Queen 20th anniversary party – do you remember the interaction between them?
PF: They actually met up at Live Aid, after it finished. We had to stay in the bar, because there were absolutely no way any cars were going to get out of the stadium area, because of the traffic and everything. And that was the very first time that they actually met. Freddie admired him, he thought George had a great talent both in writing and in singing, but there was no special friendship, because Freddie didn’t create big friendships with other musicians. He preferred, so to say, normal people. And also he enjoyed actors and actresses, their company, more than other musicians, because the way he felt, most musicians just wanted to talk about music and he had many more interests. So, yes, if Freddie and George were in the same place, then yes, they would meet up and they would chat about what was going on in their lives, but most of it was always about work. Their conversations would always be like “what was the tour like” and they would laugh, because they would make jokes about what they had been doing. Freddie could make a joke out of any situation. He didn’t tell anecdotes as such, but he could see something and he could make a joke out of it.
PS: As you mentioned Freddie having friends among actors and actresses, could you remember some of them?
PF: Anita Dobson, Debby Bishop, Carol Wood, Pam Ferris, Susannah York. One he would like to have met and she lived literally just across the road, but it never came, was Diana Rigg. And he was incredibly happy when I gave him an autograph from Honor Blackman. I met her and I said “Could I have an autograph, please”, she says “yes, of course, who’s it for?” and I said “it’s just for my friend, Freddie”. And he was overjoyed with it and he kept it in his bedside drawer.
PS: And who was his favourite actors?
PF: Franco Nero, James Mason, Laurence Olivier. And he got to meet him, so that was another of Freddie’s absolute joys. Dave Clark took Freddie to dinner at Laurence Olivier’s house. It was when they were working on “The Time” musical.
PS: And it was actually very last Freddie’s live performance, can you remember something special about it?
PF: Yes, April 1988. I just thought how amazing it sounded. We all heard “In my defence” before, but when he did “it’s in every one of us” as a duet with Cliff that was absolutely amazing. We had goose bumps. And then after the performance we went to Cliff Richard’s dressing room, sitting and talking there.
PS: And you said that Freddie didn’t have many friends amongst musicians, but could you remember something special about Freddie and Elton John’s friendship?
PF: They first met back in 74/75, when Queen were managed by John Reid and in those days both of them were constantly touring so they could rarely meet up. But every now and then Queen would have just done the show and Elton would be performing the next day, so he was already in the hotel and we would meet up and go round, sitting in Elton’s room talking. And then for about a couple of years after Freddie’s diagnosis they didn’t see each other, but then Freddie told Elton about his status and for the last year and a half Elton would regularly come to Garden Lodge. And in Freddie’s last two weeks Elton would ring us, say what time he would arrive, so that he wouldn’t be seen arriving, he wouldn’t come through the front door, and we would let him in through the Mews in his mini, so nobody knew he was there. He had to go to Paris to record, so he gave me all of the numbers: hotel number, the studio number, his mobile number, his assistance’s mobile number, all the numbers, just to let him know when it happen, because he knew it was going to happen. And at the very last time he came to Garden Lodge, he drove in one of his Bentleys and parked it right outside the front door and the press were running over to him asking “why are you here?” and Elton just turned around and said “I’ve come to see my friend”. And that was it, he just came in and they sat and talked. And when Elton came, it was really just Freddie and him in the room, just talking.
PS: And what was the story about Freddie getting his leg damaged in Munich?
PF: Freddie, when he had a few drinks, he would pick people up, just lift them off the floor, to show how strong he was. So Freddie had picked someone up and then someone next to him bumped into his knee and the ligaments tore, because instead of the way it was supposed to bend the knee bend the other way. Freddie then dropped the person he was carrying, he was screaming in pain and we had to go and get it set. When Queen filmed “It’s A Hard Life” in the end of the video, you can see him favouring the leg.
PS: And as you mention “It’s A Hard Life” video, Freddie’s friend Barbara Valentin stars in this video and she was a star in films of Rainer Werner Fassbinder – did Freddie ever discuss his films with her?
PF: Yeah, because she had videos of them. Freddie did meet Fassbinder once. They were in the “Deutsche Eiche”, which was Fassbinder’s favourite restaurant, he was always in it in Munich. And Barbara would take Freddie there every now and then. So Barbara introduced them to each other, they talked a bit, but they were there for lunch, it wasn’t a planned meeting or anything like this.
PS: And what film directors Freddie admired?
PF: Vincente Minnelli, George Cukor, the directors of the 40’s-50’s.
PS: What are your memories of Joe Fanelli?
PF: He was American. The first time I met him his relationship with Freddie was just finishing, this was in 1979. But he stayed in London and worked a lot in London. He was working in different restaurants. He was an amazing chef. And they kept in touch over the years and that’s why when Garden Lodge was finished and someone had to be there, that’s when Freddie thought to bring Joe back. And it worked, because Joe used to go to the gym all the time and he was taking care of himself, which he didn’t do so much when he was with Freddie. He was great. He was amazing on the computer. Computers were just starting, but Joe could write programs and things. Freddie’s favourite programme on television was “Countdown”, which is where they pick out seven letters and you have to make the longest word you possibly can out of those seven letters and then there’s also the numbers thing as well – and Joe created that on the computer for Freddie so that he didn’t wait for it just on the TV. He was fun, and he was good; it was good working with him and most of the time we just got on so well. Garden Lodge would not have been the same without him.
PS: And you mentioned Joe programming “Countdown” for Freddie so Freddie could actually play this game on computer?
PF: Well, no, he couldn’t, but he could sit there and Joe would do the computer. The computer was bought by Freddie for Garden Lodge and it was set upstairs on the musician’s gallery in the big sitting room.
PS: How would you describe the relationship between Freddie and other Queen members?
PF: They were all close to each other, but in a different ways.
Freddie was close with John. John was the new boy, he was the last one to join, he was the youngest, and Freddie just felt protective. He wanted to protect him a little bit for the dangers of rock’n’roll. But then John got married, had Veronica, so he had the security of home, and John was not around Freddie as much, but it didn’t stop the friendship because of what happened at the end. John just decided to finish because Freddie wasn’t there anymore.
With Roger it was a different friendship. And a very good friendship, because both of them had similar personality trait, they both enjoyed a good drink; they both enjoyed a good party.
And with Brian, of course, they were friends, but Brian was much more serious and Freddie was much more of a laughing person than Brian. Brian thought about things so much. But Freddie knew that he would never find anyone better than Brian to help him with the music.
PS: We know that Brian and Roger visited Freddie in his last days, but we never heard of John visiting Freddie.
PF: I don’t think John was prepared to see Freddie looking like he did in the last days, but John came and visited Freddie before those last two weeks. I know that he did come to the house, but I don’t think he could accept seeing Freddie the way he was in those last weeks.
PS: Freddie started to get a lot worse in those last two weeks?
PF: For the last two weeks Freddie hardly ate, he hardly drank. He was taking no drugs that were keeping him alive anymore, he was taking painkillers, and that was it.
PS: What was the reason of Freddie’s last visit to Montreux?
PF: He just wanted to get away from London. He wanted to have a little bit of peace and quiet away from all the press. He had that apartment in Montreux, so he went there.
For the last two-three years of his life he would be there every other month for a couple of weeks. There was no feeling of “this is the last time I’m going to Montreux”, that wasn’t part of his mentality, he only decided that this was the last visit when I called him, because I wasn’t with him, Jim, Joe and Terry were with him at that time, I was in Garden Lodge and I rang him and I said: “Look, just so that you are aware when you come home, that there are press outside the house 24 hours a day. In the nighttime it’s down to about four or five and in the daytime it’s up to about twenty”.
And that’s when he decided that when he went into Garden Lodge, coming back from Switzerland, it would be the last time, because he knew that he would never be able to get out again.
PS: And how long was he there for the last time?
PF: For about two weeks.
PS: And how do you remember him when he came back?
PF: He was sort of happy, but he was a bit withdrawn, because he had made the decision that when he came into Garden Lodge, it would be the last time, that he would never leave it again. He already had decided that, so, of course, he was a little bit more thoughtful, more inward thinking rather than being laughing and all that. But still, even in those two last two weeks there were still times when he would laugh, because he never wanted sad people around him.
PS: What are your last memories of Freddie?
PF: Since he got back from Switzerland on the 10th, he basically stopped eating and drinking. He would have a little bit, but that’s it. So, of course, he was tired, he had no energy. Most of the time he had short sleeps, short sleep –wake up, short sleep – wake up.
In those last two weeks, except for his needs, the only other time Freddie left his room, was when Terry carried him downstairs, on the Wednesday, 20th of November, because he just wanted to look around the main room, he just wanted to have a last look at paintings, at the crystal. He just wanted to spend some more time in that huge room where he felt most comfortable.
The last week of Freddie’s life he was actually never alone, because between Joe, Jim and myself, we would spend twelve hours with him and there was always one of us with him. We did the shifts from eight in the evening till eight in the morning. The last time that I was with him was on the Friday night. And on that Friday night I got there just before eight o’clock. And, you have to remember, that at eight o’clock the statement was released to the world that Freddie had AIDS. The thing is, those hours I was with him, he was the most relaxed I had seen him in years, because there was no secret anymore, the whole world knew. And he would just talk about anything, he would be in bed, I would be sitting on the bed next to him and I would be just holding his hand. The television was on, just for some noise, he would talk and he would go to sleep and talk and go to sleep. And we talked about silly little things, nothing really serious, and nothing like “we knew everything was coming to an end”, there was none of that. He could still talk fine, his mind was together, he just was very-very tired.
But, I think, because the statement had been done, I think Freddie felt that it was time for him to go. Because it was coming up for eight o’clock and I think it was Joe coming in at that point, Joe was coming at eight, and I said to Freddie something like “Look, okay, I’m going now, Joe is going to be here, but, of course, I’ll see you, I’ll see you soon”, he said something like “uhum, yeah, yeah”.
And then he just took my hand, looked me straight in the eye and just said “Thank you”.
And I will never know, whether he already decided that we would never meet again and was thanking me for the last twelve years, or if he was just thanking me for the last twelve hours.
But I have a feeling that he already knew that we would not see each other again.
PS: Do you remember when you for the very first time understood that you are not just working with Freddie, but you are becoming friends?
PF: That really started from the very-very beginning, because we didn’t have to always talk to each other to know what he wanted. I understood him. Because of our similar upbringing in boarding school in India I knew why he reacted in some ways, why he did things, I knew it, it was just instinctive and it made everything very-very easy for him and for me. Maybe it became more intense when Freddie started the time out of Britain, because we were going to be together 24 hours a day, so you have to be friends. And for me, it was the easiest thing on earth to be friends with Freddie. I never thought about Freddie, The Superstar. I was thinking about Freddie, my friend.
SPECIAL THANKS TO VALUREX FOR CONTRIBUTION AND ASSISTENCE
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marsbutterfly · 3 years
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How about a hanji x short reader. Where they cuddle and the reader falls asleep in hanjis arms
Note: I was actually writing a story and decided to mix it with your request. I was feeling very depressed when I started this story and writing it genuinely helped me feel better so I really hope you like it, anon. <3
Comforting Embrace
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Summary: Everybody finds comfort in different places. For you, it's in Hanji's arms.
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A silence fills your room as you lay in your bed. A tight feeling in your chest, almost as if someone has been holding your heart in their hands, squeezing it tightly and avoiding blood circulation. 
Your vision is being clouded by the tears forcing their way out of your eyes, softly sliding through red cheeks and an already wet neck until they fall on your shirt, contrasting against the deep grey cloth. 
Not a sound leaves your body but the bed shakes in response to the hiccups escaping your throat. You wrap your hand around the collar of the shirt, pulling it tightly as you desperately try to catch your breath but failing miserably. 
A few knocks on the door pull your mind away. Placing a hand above your mouth, you make extra effort to stay silent, even if all you want to do is scream at the world and break things. The gentle voice coming from the other side startles you, for you were not expecting her to come over.
“Y/N?” She asks, quietly. You feel as if a dam has broken in your eyes once water comes pouring out yet again. Taking your free hand towards your face, you place it above the other, shutting your eyes tightly in the hopes she would go away, but no such thing occurred.
A creek coming from the door announces her presence, quickly followed by a small amount of light filling your previously dark room. Footsteps make their way closer to you and you can feel a pit forming in your stomach, a mixture of fear and anxiety. 
Her hand touches the blanket, slowly pulling it down and allowing the cold wind to touch your warm face. Your eyes remain shut while you feel the weight of her body touching the bed, your body shifting slightly to accommodate the figure sitting beside you.
“What happened?” Hanji asks softly, placing her lantern on the bedside table. Once you open your eyes, you notice the shadow of her hand floating in front of your face, her soft yet cold fingers brush against your skin, drying the tears that still run down. 
You try to speak but no sound comes out, only a pained breath exhaling your lungs. You shake your head, lightly slapping her hand trying to get her away but that only motivates her to come closer. 
Her arm wraps around your torso, head laying on your stomach while pressing the blanket against your skin. She can clearly hear the sounds coming from within you, closely followed by the sound of your hiccups. Hanji doesn’t say anything, patiently waiting for you to feel ready to share your feelings but, at the same time, making sure you know she’s right by your side.
In a quiet voice, you find the courage to start talking, “I was assigned cleaning duty today.”
You feel her head nodding on top of your stomach, her eyes never leaving your face in a caring way, showing you how interested she is in your words.
 “I thought you loved cleaning duty.” She says, gently placing her hand on your hair, playing with the strands that fall on your face. You reach for a tissue before nodding your head.
“And I do.” You reply, blowing your nose while a few more tears run down your face. Quickly, she brings her body up and reaches for your shoulders, an attempt to get you to sit and press your back against the cold wall. You oblige to her silent request and place a pillow behind you. 
“Then I don’t see the problem.” Hanji reaches for your hand, cold fingers touching your warm ones, her eyes filled with concern as the flames of the lantern dance with the wind, shining behind her while the shadow covers her face.
“I was so cold my hands started shaking and I dropped the bucket of dirty water on the freshly clean floor.” Hiccups interrupt the words as you avert your eyes, but only a couple of seconds pass before her free hand finds its way up to your chin. 
Lightly, she uses her thumb and index finger to change your focus to her, a compassionate smile on her face. Without saying anything, you can tell she’s waiting for you to continue sharing what happened. “Captain Levi screamed at me like I’ve never seen before.”
“Red face and all?” She asks.
“Red face and all.” You repeat her words affirmatively. “I panicked and couldn’t respond.”
Your voice is barely audible and you notice a sad expression taking over her features. She shifts her fingers from your chin to your cheek, her caring eyes never leaving you and the butterflies in your stomach suddenly awaken. 
In a second, you wrap your arms around her body and rest your head on her chest. The sound of Hanji’s heartbeat has always been the most calming sound in moments like this, your heart always getting in sync while her hands gently brush through your hair.
For an instant, you could feel a simple smile curling up on your lips and, as quickly as it came, it disappeared. A sigh escapes the brunette’s lips as yet another tear leaves your eye, landing on the strap of her bra. 
“I’ll kill him.” She whispers, fingers never once stop travelling through your hair. “I will absolutely murder his scrawny little short ass self.”
Not being able to hold it in, a burst of laughter resonates from your body, filling the once dark and empty room. The atmosphere feels lighter as you now wipe away tears of amusement, but suddenly you come to a realization, “Wait… who are you calling short?”
She looks into your eyes for a second, confusion taking over her features as she opens her mouth multiple times, trying to comprehend what you are talking about, “Levi?” and as soon as his name leaves her mouth, she bursts out laughing while a pout takes over your face.
“You just realized we are the same height, didn’t you?” You ask, a long sigh leaving your lungs as she falls off the bed, her body slamming against the hard floor, closely followed by an extremely loud bang. Rolling around as she clutches to her stomach, you prop your back against the wall once again, resting your weight on the half-bent pillow.
“YOU TWO ARE THE EXACT SAME HEIGHT!” She yells, bursting out laughing yet again. You try to keep a straight face but the sounds she is making fills your heart with an immense surge of love and joy. 
A smile curling on your lips while Hanji’s eyes meet yours, the light coming from her lantern contrasts with the brown orbs that stare at you. They emanate the warmth of the sun and, at the same time, it reminds you of the earth beneath your feet, so full of life. 
Shifting your body, you place your left hand on the edge of the mattress, prompting your body up to look down at her, your eyes never leaving hers. 
Laughter dies in her throat once she feels your now cold fingers touching her skin, a shiver traveling through her body as she nuzzles her face against your digits. Slowly, you place them on her chin, quietly moving her face closer to yours.
Your shaking breath comes close to her, hitting her face gently. In seconds, you close the distance between the two of you, Hanji’s lips touching yours in a manner you’ve grown used to, she always causes the butterflies in your stomach to travel further into your body.
As her tongue softly touches yours, the hairs on the back of your head stand up and your heart decides to skip a beat. Gently, she bites your lower lip, pulling it towards her and, in a second, letting it go but not giving you enough time to miss her.
Hanji’s hand rests on the edge of the bed while your palm transfers your body heat to her. Her nose bumps against yours as she shifts her head and you can’t help but allow a simple giggle to escape. Opening your eyes for a second, you notice a light shade of red taking over her cheeks.
A full-blown smile now takes over your features as she continues to plant gentle kisses along your teeth and chapped lips. After a few seconds, she pulls away, leaving behind a painful void but both of you need a second to catch your breath.
“Lay with me.” You say as you look into her deep brown eyes, not a question or an order, but simply a pledge. Flashing you a smile of her own, she stands up, signaling with your hands for you to move closer to the wall, which you happily and quickly oblige.
While putting your pillow down in its original position, you turn to face the wooden surface on the side of your bed as you feel Hanji’s body pressing against yours, hips touching her groin as you destroy any inch of distance between you. Her hand wraps around your waist with care as she nuzzles her face in your neck..
“I love the way you smell.” She whispers against your scalp. You giggle quietly, brushing your fingers alongside her arm, feeling the texture of the usually invisible hair that rests on her skin.
“What do I smell like?” You ask, the volume of your voice matching hers.
“Home.” Is all Hanji says, and that is all you needed to hear.
Paying close attention to her breathing, you feel your eyelids getting heavier. The wind outside rushes through the trees and enters your window, blowing out the candle that once illuminated your room. 
“Thank you for helping me calm down.” is the last thing to leave your lips before the room falls completely silent again. Hanji’s grip on you tightens for a second, a signal that she is quietly saying “you’re welcome”, all the air leaves your lungs as you giggle one final time.
A wave of calmness washes over you as you shift your legs around gently, pulling the blanket over yours and Hanji’s bodies while focusing on the contrast of the cold fabric against your warm skin. The figure behind you lets out a satisfied sigh before adjusting her hips.
Gasping slightly, you take your right hand towards her head, lacing your fingers with her brown locks and carefully detangling them, with barely any success. You can feel her breath touching your bare neck, the smell of her skin surrounding you and you can tell everything will be ok.
Her legs are a few inches longer than yours, to the point where your feet rest close to her ankles. She has never said anything, but you know it amuses her to think about jokes revolving your height, even if they never make their way out of her mind.
A smirk on your lips, you decide to focus on the feeling of Hanji’s body on yours as you succumb to a well-deserved, deep sleep in the arms of the one you love. Any desire to move has left you and all you can do is enjoy her presence.
Tomorrow will be a better day, just by waking up next to her, but especially because you will help her get revenge on Captain Levi for making you cry. She always finds the most caring and hilarious ways to defend you.
And that is what you love most about her.
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thomotomo · 3 years
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the peaky blinders oblivious to male reader practically turning the garrison into a gay bar, despite coming out to the family on many occasions — and the Shelbys just assuming he worked/grew up with a lot of people??
The Garrison Gay Pub
A/N: Heya! I really liked this request, though I struggled to write it :/ I hope you’ll enjoy reading it anyway!
Shelby! Male Reader x OMCs
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Rating: T (sexual innuendos very fast)
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Being a member of the Shelby family had inconvenient, like the risk of getting kidnapped for a ransom but it had also a lot of advantages, like easily get away with something illegal just by your name and the signature clothing of your family. Even though you weren’t very much involved in the dirty family business you were spending a lot of time at The Garrison working alongside your older brother Arthur and keeping the bar when he left to go outside.
Again you were a lucky one, you had originally came out, extremely nervous in fear of getting thrown out or murdered on the spot, instead they accepted you with open arms and you were relieved. Until the night you brought a lad back into the house, you were pretty sure everyone had left and you were heavily making out on the top of a table, it was Tommy who find you and he had looked between you and the blonde-haired guy with something more akin to confusion than anything, until he seemed to suddenly remember which way you swayed and had left mumbling “You can go back to what you were doing.”
It had completely killed the mood but you couldn’t help but laugh at what just happened and the poor boy that was still not decent looked completely lost and a tad hurt by your laugh.
It wasn’t the first and only time it had happened and even if at first it was funny, but with every time it happened you were the one getting surprised, it seemed they easily forgot your coming out, not that you really minded, but in the sense that it always made them stop for a few awkward moments whenever they found you with a guy which broke the mood each time.
One night, after reading an article about a gay bar getting burned and how people inside either burned alive or were beaten up as they were trying to escape, which made you decide that you could do something for the people of the same “unusual” attraction to help/protect them by creating a space they could go to without any fear. You had talked to you latest conquest about it, telling him to talk to people like you to tell them to come to The Garrison the next day.
You had everything planned, Arthur had left you alone to work the next day considering he had a lot of things to do with Tommy (understand here rackets) you had free reign over The Garrison.
You had everything planned, even in case the police would show up uninvited. You spend the day working so everything would be ready for the night to come. The day had been going too slowly for your taste as you’ve been quite excited about tonight and couldn’t wait for the day to end up so you tried to entertain yourself with the clients that were coming and going.
At 8pm the guy you had brought back home yesterday night walked in with a smile and came straight to the bar where you were cleaning some glasses.
“Hey. I told some of my friends about this place, you sure the scorchers won’t come here?”
“Don’t worry about them they’ll leave us alone. And if any arseholes come around and insults us well let’s say they’ll regret it quickly.”
He nodded and asked for a drink which you served to him with a wink. Both of you stayed here, discussing as slowly the room was filled with people. Each new customer that was here for the “other sexualities” first event got a free drink to start the night.
As the hours passed it seemed that the words got on to a lot of homosexuals persons. You felt proud behind the bar, observing everybody feeling free for the night.
Two lesbians were making out in a corner and dark-haired dude flirted with another one. You could feel how everyone was relaxed and it made you completely proud and a soft smile slipped on your face as you looked around.
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After a harsh day Arthur had decided to come to the Garrison, he still had a bit of blood on his cheek but he didn’t care, he really needed a drink.
He stepped inside the bar, ignoring all the hustle around him and going straight for the bar, sitting down and taking off his hat. Immediately a whisky ended up in front of him, he looked up and met your eyes, you were harbouring a grin and he couldn’t help but feel the corner of his lips rises against his will.
“Thanks brother.”
“You’re welcome, you seem to have had a long day!”
“Yeah you could say that…”, he replied, gulping his drink in one go before taking a look around, “There’s a lot of people, that’s good.”
You sighed in relief internally, everyone included you had took a deep breath, looking quite worried as he walked in the bar but he ignored all the people around both of you and quickly enough the atmosphere came back to what it was before, everyone relaxing again.
You stayed up until the early hours of the morning, serving people and discussing with them, though you mainly kept company to Arthur until he left and he didn’t seemed to care about the people around who didn’t seemed to fit the usual population he was around.
At around 4am the bar was empty and Arthur had since long been gone home. You made the patrons that were still here leave and then cleaned it before closing everything.
You stretched, breathing the smell of the early morning which always put you in a good mood, tonight even more as the night was a success, you felt extraordinarily happy that it worked the way you wanted, nobody came and questioned you about it, not even the police.
You walked back home, humming “Dance of the Knights” (yeah anachronistic but I’m obsessed with this song atm). You quietly slipped inside the family house, going to your bedroom, taking off your clothes and then slipping in the warmth of your bed, immediately falling asleep.
The next night, in the midst of all the gay people having fun your mother accompanied by Arthur walked in the bar, looking around a bit surprised. They sat to their usual seats, on a couch in a corner and waited for you to come and asks them for their drinks, observing you  easily interacting with everybody with a grin on your face.
“Well kid you seem to know a lot of people.”
“Yeah, I’ve met a few of them and they brought their friends so I met them and everyone is nice.”
“Good, good.”
They asked for their drinks, you quickly made them and served them. Close from their spot you spotted a gay couple heavily making out, you noticed Arthur’s head went in their direction but he seemed to either ignore them or plainly not see them.
You stopped watching them, acting as if they were normal clients and not your family, they didn’t react much so you decided to concentrate on flirting with the pretty redhead dude in front of you, winking at him.
The night went great, your mother and older brother didn’t stay for too long before leaving to do their things as you stayed with Theo, a guy whom your family hired to help you as Arthur now worked more on the street than at The Garrison.
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Over the next few weeks The Garrison became a prominent safe place for gay people and even though some weird people could be find around it just to take out on “fags” and “dykes” you always took care of showing they shouldn’t mess with the people in here (nor the family owning the bar).
Your family often came around to discuss business and they hadn’t noticed anything, you supposed it was because they worked hard and didn’t have time to really think about it or because you were bringing a lot of clients and money to the bar.
Either way it seemed to be good “deal” for everyone and you clearly weren’t going to complain about it.
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The 4 Types of Manipulation
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A/N: hey hey hey cuties... just thought I’d drop in to tell you I love you and Harry Styles at the Grammy’s, oh and Miley Cyrus in general. Okay that’s it.
Summary: Spencer has to interrogate an unsub, but she has a few tricks up her sleeve.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem Unsub!Reader
Category: Not fluff, but not angst... angsty fluff? fluffy angst?
Content Warning: mentions of murder, manipulation, mentions of sex in the form of flirting, mentions of drug use, mentions of emotional abuse
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Word Count: 2.8K
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Nobody dared to take a breath out of place, every profiler was packed into the room watching with careful eyes at the sobbing girl in the interrogation room through the glass. No one knew what their first step should be, but I guess there’s a first time for everything, right? Winging it was not something anyone in the BAU enjoyed doing, each case needed a thought out plan.
But they’ve seen this unsub before, they know the profile, the history, they know her. So why was she crying so hard that the weight of her head became unbearable, leaving her only option to sob into the crooks of her elbows as best as she could with wrists cuffed to the table?
Nobody knew, except for Spencer Reid.
Emily was hesitant, as expected, to blindly send in one of the best agents she’s ever seen into the room that with each tear shed slowly morphed into a lion’s den. Reid deserved better, she knew that, especially since the last time they dealt with an unsub like this one, Spencer had to be so far out of the loop that the case almost broke him.
He put up a good fight though, and if the determination set in his eyes wasn’t enough to inform the unit chief that she was not winning this argument, his deviance to storm through the door, startling the young woman chained down definitely did.
Why was it always Spencer?
Tears:
“P-please, I didn’t do anything.” Those were the first words anyone’s heard her say since the arrest, even if they were separated by sniffles and choked out sobs. 
Spencer just stared down at her, not taking the risk to further entertain the stuttering girl with wet cheeks and tired eyes.
“I promise I’m not a murderer. You have to believe me, please.” That promise whispered so quietly made with unbreakable eye contact urged him to take a second to reevaluate the situation.
She was apprehended in place of Jacob Hughes, the man they had originally been looking for. There was a chance she wasn’t complicit, a chance she was innocent. Maybe Jacob placed a hair of hers at the latest crime scene because he knew they were closing in.
Or maybe she is just as sick as he is. 
“Prove it,” Spencer said, his tone loud and assertive, leaving no room for argument. She didn’t plan on fighting his demand anyway.
“I- I haven’t seen Jacob for days. He drugged those men, and did h-horrible things. Those poor men.” This struck a nerve, everybody could tell, even the one person in this interaction that wasn’t a profiler. 
Spencer’s shoulders tensed for a millisecond, but she saw it. She saw what her words were doing to him, after all, he used to be one of those poor men she felt so sorry for.
Another loud sob echoed off the concrete walls before she bit her bottom lip and took a deep breath.
“I can’t believe he mur... did that to them. H-how could he?” Spencer watched as the young girl looked up to him like he held the answer to the million dollar question. He studied the way her eyes bounced around his face, looking for something, anything to relieve some confusion when it came to her fiancé.
“Jacob Hughes is what we call a vindictive narcissist and a sadist. He receives pleasure from hurting others, and in this case, drugging and torturing men because he feels he’s been wronged his whole life. The question, however, is why. I know you know, just like how I know you’re aware of his crimes.”
It was a blow so low it could’ve come from hell itself. Spencer regretted it immediately when he watched the way her whole body stiffened at the mention of her knowledge, but he had to be certain no matter the fallout.
“I-I still don’t understand. I’ve never seen him hurt anyone.” Denial, guilt and fear all jam packed into 3 little words that had his heart dangerously close to breaking. The sorrow in her eyes believable enough that Spencer left his standing position between the suspect and the door to sit directly across from her.
She watched his movements with careful eyes, only stealing glances from her peripherals before returning to her cuffed wrists.
“Maybe you’ve never seen him physically hurt anyone, but we know what he does to you.” It was the first and only time Spencer let any emotion, as fake as it was, show in his responses. How could he not try when the girl resumed her sobbing at the implication of her past deception from the man she loves? 
“You know nothing,” she whispered back, her tone laced with defensive anger.
“I know everything.” Was he challenging her?
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Was she challenging him?
“You know what it means.” Yes, he was.
“Do I?” Yes, she was.
The two stared at each other for the entire tone shift in the stuffy interrogation room. The other profilers on the other side of the mirror had no knowledge of how thick the tension had just become because unlike Spencer, they weren’t standing in the middle of it.
Small sniffles were the only noise breaking through the quiet until suddenly, they just stopped.
“Ugh, fine! You win this round. My eyes are starting to hurt from all this goddamn crying. Do people actually cry this much when you arrest them?”
Spencer leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms to clearly convey just how unamused he was with the girl’s antics. She watched him intently, picking apart every move down to the muscle trying to search for any indicators that her little performance worked even a fraction of what she was hoping for.
And she got her wish in the form of the agent’s fingers tapping lightly at his sides under perfectly muscular, if she may add, arms, because any other movement would have been too obvious.
Spencer Reid was getting nervous, because the second her facade faded, he lost the upper hand. She just had to get him trapped in here.
“Oh come on. Not even a ‘good job’? I wasn’t expecting full blown applause, but some appreciation for that show would be nice.” Still, Spencer gave her nothing. He needed her to keep talking, and filling silence was a sure way to make certain she did just that.
“I’ll tell you what you need to know, but first you have to admit that I had you fooled for a second there.”
Lies:
“No.” Unexpectedly, instead of getting frustrated with Spencer’s refusal to play along, she just smiled brighter. This was exciting to her, and it was getting on his nerves.
“What gave it away? Did I look to the left before I spoke or something?” Spencer kept his mouth shut. “Come on, what’s my tell? Enlighten me.”
She copied his movements as Spencer leaned over the cool, metal table slightly, eyes racking over her face, lingering on certain parts for longer than others.
“No.” At this, she huffed back in her seat, leaving the close proximity that would later be used as a secret tool against the doctor before he had the chance to catch on. 
“If you’re just going to shut down every single one of my proposals, then why am I here?”
“You’re here because you’re a suspect in a series of 7 murders in the past 5 weeks.” She perked up at his words, amusement dripping from her features.
“Finally, Doc has something more to say than just ‘no.’ Tell me, was that so hard?”
“No.”
“Ugh!” Rolling her eyes would be giving ammo to the enemy, but the urge to do so was quite strong. In fact, she almost did until she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the one way mirror.
“I’m serious when I say this,” she said, looking directly into Spencer’s eyes so he couldn’t accuse her of lying. “If you take the cuffs off, I’ll answer everything.”
“No.”
“Please! They’re seriously starting to hurt. I put 100% into that performance, and now it’s coming back to bite me in the-”
“Fine!” Spencer stood up carefully, not walking around the table until he was certain the girl wasn’t a flight risk, or worse. When he did finally make his way over, she sat completely still, not taking her eyes off where his fingers grazed hers as the handcuffs unlocked.
A breath of relief escaped her as she rubbed her wrists with the opposite hands, eventually feeling the blood fully return to all 10 fingers.
“Thank you.” It was so vulnerable and raw that it knocked Spencer back for a second. They locked eyes, and something deeper than he was ready for passed between them.
He didn’t know what it was, all he knew was that he hated it so much that he tore his eyes away immediately to return back to his original spot seated across from her.
“Answer me this-”
“I’m gonna stop you right there.” Neither of them spoke for far too much time, and Spencer was growing more annoyed by the second.
“What?” It came out harsh, and mean, and downright cruel, but he couldn’t care less.
“Oh nothing, I just wasn’t going to answer anything. I really just wanted to fix my hair.” And, in being true to her words this time, she secured her hair into a messy bun using the elastic Spencer didn’t even realize was missing from his wrist.
“I’m putting the cuffs back on.”
“No wait,” she pleaded, halting Spencer’s move to get up. “They really did hurt, I wasn’t lying about that.”
“I don’t care.” He made his way over, forcefully grabbing both of her wrists before securing the handcuffs back on. Spencer only regretted his actions slightly when she winced at the metal now back to pressing into her skin.
“Yes you do. It’s your biggest flaw.” Instead of answering, Spencer just returned to his seat, leaning back with crossed arms. He didn’t need to listen to a psychopath tell him his flaws.
“You care too much,” she continued, not minding if he was listening or not. “It gets you hurt, other people hurt. I wish that wasn’t the case. You deserve better, Doc.”
Spencer didn’t engage, opting to gawk tiredly at the suspect, and watch the way her eyes flicker across his features, gauging for a reaction. She wasn’t done.
“Hey, okay, fine. I’m just messing with you,” she laughed, finally breaking her serious facade. “What? A girl can’t joke around while she’s being accused of murder?”
“Accused? Or caught?”
“Accused.” It was final, her tone immediately dropping to a fiery rage. Her defenses were up, and Spencer was never really good at playing on the offensive team.
This time, it was Spencer’s turn to analyze, watching the way the blood rushed to her cheeks with her rising anger level. How all of a sudden her eyes lost their playful glint, giving him the chance to fully see the soul buried deep in them. For a split second, she was completely unveiled right before his eyes.
Spencer, clearly not anticipating just how long the girl in front of him could hold her own, used his last bullet.
He placed the crime scene photos in front of her.
“You know who did this.” It wasn’t a question, he saw it in her eyes. Spencer watched the way they remained stoic even after looking at the bloody walls, and vacant eyes of the deceased.
“No.” Oh, how the tables have turned.
“Who are you protecting?” Her head shot up at his question, eyes flashing red before she blinked it away again. Subconsciously, she started to pick at her fingernails.
“No one.” It was a lie if he’s ever heard one. 
Fear:
“You’re lying. Who is it?” 
“I’m not lying.” She wouldn’t even make eye contact with him. Instead, she gave her undivided attention to her shaky hands confined to the table.
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m not!”
“Enough! Who are you protecting?!” At this, Spencer stood up and slammed his hands against the table with a strong amount of force that she flinched hard enough to further irritate her wrists.
He felt awful, the bouncing back and forth between them should have given him enough indicators that she wasn’t lying out of spite. But he couldn’t back down, he had her cornered and her only way out was to tell the truth.
“No one.” She wouldn’t look at him, even as she whispered. “Please stop.”
Spencer truly believed that he had her in a bind, an inescapable one at that, but it wasn’t the truth. Oh no, what the profiler failed to realize was she had him where she needed him.
“I have no information to give you,” she whispered before tagging along. “I’m sorry.” It was the first time she apologized for something Spencer could have seen as an inconvenience.
He believed her, too.
“I shouldn’t have yelled.” That was his form of an apology. Spencer wasn’t going to go any further with it, even if she was coerced into lying by whoever the true unsub is, she was still getting on his nerves.
Her hands were still shaking at this point, and she wouldn’t meet his eyes. Spencer just slumped back into his seat, settling into the silence between them until ultimately he was either called out of the room, or she gave him another indication that her game hasn’t ended.
A loud sigh bounced off the walls. “I don’t care that you yelled in my face. You think it’s the first time a man’s done that? You’re not special, Doctor.”
“I never said I was.” So the game carries on, but this time, she didn’t smile at his sarcastic response. Leaning back in her chair, she huffed a breath before continuing.
“You really want to be though, don't you?”
Lust:
She was pushing his buttons, trying so hard to dig under his skin till she was unremovable. She wanted Spencer to leave this room with her on his mind for the rest of his days.
She was close too.
“No, I don’t,” Spencer deadpanned, trying to keep a cool tone. If he continued to hand her the ammunition she needed, he would be left defenseless.
“Oh come on, loosen up. I was just joking.”  A smirk grew across her features, a thought crossing her eyes. One Spencer knew would not be in favor of his win tonight. “I could help you with that, you know.”
“No, I don’t know.” He did. Spencer wasn’t going to lie to himself and say that the woman sitting across the table wasn’t extremely attractive; she was. He just would never admit it aloud.
“I have a feeling you like to get rough, don’t you, Doctor?” She asked, sitting up and crossing her legs. The stare shared between the two of them was a mix between passion and anger, meeting in the middle to create a new kind of emotion.
“Is this fun for you?” She left out bait, and Spencer was stupid enough to fall for it. Emily once said that a pretty face slashed his IQ in half.
He couldn’t help but agree.
“Undo these cuffs, and I’ll show you what fun is.” She was toying with him now, and they weren’t going to get anywhere, but Spencer couldn’t find it within himself to get up and leave. She had him by the...
“I’m going to get that confession.” It was like he was five years old again, arguing on the playground with the older kids about how their insults didn’t make sense.
“What’re you going to do, punish me?” She asked, the last words in a hushed whisper. When Spencer’s cheeks grew hotter, and his eyes darker, she knew she had him.
“You do like to get rough! My, my, Doctor, you're keeping me at the edge of my seat here.” She let out a boisterous laugh before really digging the knife deeper. “Is that why you kept the cuffs on?”
Before he could snap back, the door flew open and Emily stood there with a tablet in her hand. “You need to see this.”
Spencer got up to leave, thankful for the reprieve even if he did have to return to the interrogation after speaking with Emily. He almost made it to the door before a voice called out behind him.
“Wait!” She called after him, the cuffs rattled when she instinctively went to reach for Spencer. “Aren’t you going to answer my question, Doctor.”
Playing chess his whole life, Spencer had never once played a game where Checkmate presented itself unexpectedly. He was always at least three moves ahead in his mind, seeing the inevitable end before he even began his gameplay. There was a first for everything, because his last move suddenly arose.
“No.”
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