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Oh My God || Hazel Callahan
Listen- I believe in loser hazel and I find her to be perfect- I know this isn't my best fic but I've been in serious bottoms brain rot
dialog prompts:
"Hold my hand" "Absolutely not"
Characters: Hazel Callahan x Reader, the whole club
Word count: 2359
Hazel Callahan was your mortal enemy. Did she know? Probably not. It was honestly beside the point. Because what mattered was that bitch seemed to have it out for you since the start of high school. First, it was taking your topic for a history project. Whatever- no big deal. Then all the “accidents” spilling coffee on your backpack (she had given you money for a new one but still), tripping you in the walkways, and hitting you in the face with a volleyball (multiple times). After that, she got the better parking spot for senior year, and finally, the great big plump cherry on top, she took the lunch table you had practically reserved since freshman year.
At the end of the day, the whole ordeal may be a bit over-dramatic… but that table was perfect. In the corner, you could either hide or have a great undisturbed lunch with your friends. Hazel had sat there one day with Josie and PJ. which was weird in itself because they never had eaten in the cafeteria before and you didn't even remember them being friends.
For how much you didn't care about Hazel Callahan- she sure took a lot of your attention.
If anyone else had done any of those things- you probably wouldn’t have thought anything about it. But this was Hazel Callahan who despite your best efforts you could not stop crushing on.
The stolen table was a very recent development. As in on Monday and it was now Wednesday. You sat at the next best table with Sylvie and Krystal, watching as Hazel feverishly wrote something in her notebook as PJ seemed to make a grandiose speech.
She had no right to look that attractive while sitting in your spot. You groaned and face-planted into your crossed arms on the table.
“Are you good dude?” You rolled your head to the side to look at Sylvie and then let out another frustrated groan.
“Everything is awful and I hate it here.”
Krystal patted your back while Silive sighed, “You know what you need?”
“Hmm?”
“To hit something.”
You laughed from inside your arm fortress, “Okay Sylvie- what should I hit? A fucking tree? Jeff? A Huntington player?”
“No, you should join the fight club! It’s for women empowerment- I’m trying to train up to deal with my stepdad ya know?”
You lifted your head and gave your friend a questioning look. “Fight club? For women empowerment?”
Sylvie and Krystal both nodded excitedly.
“When and Where?”
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Of fucking course.
When you walk in behind Krystal and Sylvie to the gym, the first person you see is Hazel.
Your body immediately fills with rage. At this point, it’s starting to feel like you're more angry at yourself for crushing on someone you barely even know. But you believe in self-love so you plan to continue projecting your anger onto someone else.
Everyone was milling about and chatting, you left your bag on the bleachers by everyone else’s and followed your friends to the middle of the gym.
Stella-Rebecca caught your eye and waved, which you gladly returned before PJ stomped as hard as possible on the floor to get everyone's attention.
“What time is it?!” She screamed and was answered by a chorus of “3:15”s
“That’s right you sluts! It’s time to get down and dirty!”
You couldn't help the look of mild disgust that passed across your features. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. After al, Sylvie made some seriously questionable choices- you thought you could trust Krystal though.
“Alright cunts- who wants to start us of-” PJ started by being cut off by Hazel who whispered something to her and then directed PJ’s attention onto you with a point of her pen. “Well look what the cat dragged in.” PJ gave you an unimpressed look which made you roll your eyes.
“I can leave if this is a closed cl-” You started to point behind you to the door but Josie stopped you by waving her hands
“No- no you're more than welcome. PJ just gets a little into it- you know flashbacks to juvie and all that.” Josie gives a reassuring (and awkward) smile.
You pursed your lips and nodded, “Cool.” out of the corner of your eye you could see Hazel giving Josie a thumbs up.
“Well, Since you’re fresh blood let's see what you got,” PJ says while smiling at you.
“Okay,” you shrug. “I really don’t know what I’m doing though so don’t expect much.”
PJ just brushes you off, “Don’t worry. It’s mostly just instinct.”
You nod and step into the center of the circle of girls. Okay, maybe this was a stupid fucking idea.
“Let's see…” PJ looks around the circle, trying to decide who to pair you up with. “Hazel- why don’t you hop in.”
Hazel looks nervous, but she still nods and enters the ring, giving you a small smile and nod.
You look at her blankly, “Now what?” you ask.
“Now you hit each other.” PJ claps her hands together, “Fucking beat each other the fuck up!”
“What-” You can’t finish your question because Hazel deals a hard hit right to your gut. “Fuck!” you double over in shock before gathering yourself again. “What the fuck.”
Hazel looks a little confused but motions to herself, “Hit me now- that's how this works.”
You give her the best “what the fuck” look you can convey before settling into a fighting stance. You thought there'd be a little lead-up or something.
You swung and got in a decent hit to the side of Hazel's face. It left a stinging sensation on your knuckles but you tried to shake it off.
The two of you exchanged a few more punches and kicks back and forth before Hazel managed to catch you completely off guard and-
BAM
Your ass hit the ground hard. “Fuck!” you couldn't help the curse from leaving your lips. You let yourself unfurl onto the ground and stared at the ceiling. The girls around you clapped as you tried to catch your breath.
“Good fight,” Hazel said, reaching one of her hands out towards you on the ground.
You just looked at her, “Yeah. Good...” Suddenly your head hurt a lot more than it did a minute ago. “Fight.” This was definitely a stupid fucking decision. Maybe this is what killed you. RIP the girl who got her lights knocked out but the girl who was both the love and hate of her life.
You tried to sit up but the world was kinda spinning.
“Hazel, how hard did you hit her?” Josie asked as she joined Hazel looking down at you. Hazel looked like a lost puppy.
“I didn’t think it was that hard- are you okay.”
You laughed not handling the embarrassment of the situation well, “I am so good actually.” You went to stand up but stumbled before your legs gave out putting you back on the floor.
Hazel tried to grab at your hand to help you up but you retracted your hand on instinct. “Hold my hand.”
“Absolutely not.”
Silvie barked out a laugh- “damn rejected!”
Hazel looked at you- her big blue eyes filling with hurt. Fuck. You didn't want to have to see those sad puppy dog eyes. You took hold of her hand and let her pull you up. If you thought the world was spinning when you were sitting, now it was like you were on a tilt-a-whirl. “Shit.” you couldn't keep yourself upright and leaned into Hazel so you didn't fall back to the ground.
“Uh- I’m gonna take her to get some water.” Hazel sounded very concerned but you giggled. This was so embarrassing. Not only were you weak in front of your enemy- but also your crush. “Oh my god, I think I broke her!”
PJ scoffed, “You just gave her like a concussion- she’ll be fine.” You nodded to agree with PJ.
“Oh my god oh my god oh my god…” Hazel mumbled as she walked you out of the gym.
“I’m so so sorry.” She continued to apologize to all the girl's bathrooms where she propped you against a sink. “I didn’t think I was that strong.” She gathered some paper towels and got them wet, dabbing them to your forehead.
In all honesty, you feel fine now. The dizziness was gone and replaced with a dull ache. But you were kinda enjoying Hazel being all over you.
“It’s fine. Don't worry about it.”
“If you want to hit me I get it- I deserve it.”
You laughed, “Yeah you can say that again.” You needed to practice biting your damn tongue.
“I’m so sorry- I can’t believe I did that- I always do something stupid around you. I didn’t mean to hit you that hard- I just can’t like to focus with you around and I’m sorry-” Hazel continued to ramble and you started to zone out a little before saying the only thing running through your mind.
“You stole my table”
Hazel stopped talking and looked at you. “No, I didn’t”
“Yes, you did.”
“What are you talking about? I’ve never stolen anything let alone a table- I don’t even know where I would’ve put-”
“No Hazel, my seat. In the lunch room.”
She just stared at you and blinked.
“You stole my spot- where I have sat every day for the last and you spilled coffee on my backpack and hit me in the face with volleyballs and… and… and now you gave me a concussion with your fists.”
Hazel groaned and moved away from you holding her face in her hands, “Oh my god you must think I hate you.”
“Well yeah!”
Hazel just groaned again. “I just like you.”
“Oh yeah sure- wait- what did you just say?”
“I just like you okay,” She kicks the floor and starts to pout, “You’re just like really cool and like always around and you make me nervous.”
“Oh my god.”
“I know- i’m sorry- I knew you hated me cause of all that stuff”
“Oh my god-”
Hazel made more inhuman nosies as you started to laugh.
“Hazel what the actual fuck- you like me? You like me? For how long?”
Hazel stopped with the noises “I don’t know? Like freshman year? Why?”
“Despite all of the mishaps, and how much they pissed me off- I could not stop crushing on you… since freshman year.”
Hazels jaw literally dropped, “What, no way?”
“Yes way. Why didnt you just like talk to me?”
“Well everytime I did I would somehow manage you hurt you.”
You shook your head and laughed lighty, “thats actually fair, I can’t blame you for that.”
She cracked a bit of a smile, relief from the last few seconds flooding over the both of you.
“This is crazy.”
You laughed, “it is. And to think all it took was you punching me to the ground.”
She groaned, “god I really am sorry-”
“It’s fine- definitely worth it.”
She smiled, “now what?”
You shrugged, “I don’t know- we’ve wasted almost four years it seems like so theres no point in wasting any more.”
She gave you a dopey look and figeted with the rings on her fingers.
“Hazel come here.” She followed your instructions obditally and stood in front of you- close enough that you could feel the gentle wind of her breath.
You placed your hands on her shoulders, not entirely sure the right way to go about this- and maybe this was moving a bit fast and the common sense had gotten knocked out of your head but at this point you were kicking yourself for not making a move over the entrieity of your highschool career.
Her eyes were open, glued to your lips.
“Gotta start making up for all that lost time.” you leaned forward, barley brushing your lips together, when you pulled back Hazel stood completely still with her eyes shut tight. You smiled to yourself. “Do you want to..” Hazel keep her eyes shut but nodded.
You leaned again, this time trying to add in some movement. It was painfully obvious that neither of you really knew what you were doing. Hazel seemed to have a sudden surge in confidence after accidentally (maybe?) bitting your lower lip which drew some type of sound from you. She stepped forward, pushing you aagint the bathroom sink and putting the two of you in a much more intainte position.
Despite the awkwardness and surprise, it felt nice- or good? Something like that. You stopped anazlying everything and instead focused on the fact that their was a very attractive girl running her hands down your back and letting your shirt cover her finger tips as she explored you.
The second you started to thank whatever god was a above that it was after school hours so the building was essentially vacant- the door brust open, followed by two very loud “fuck”s.
Hazel rushed back away from you, her face already blushing a bright pink.
PJ and Josie stood in the doorway- matching faces of shock painting their features.
“No fucking way Hazel is getting puss before us.” PJ rolled her eyes.
“Uh- sorry we just uh- you know- wanted to make sure you were good.” Josie was doing a horrible job hiding her uncomforatbleness as she questioned you with a thumbs up.
You bit your lip to stop from laughing and gave her a thumbs up back, “Doing great in here. Thanks- but if you wouldn’t mind leaving-”
“Oh yeah! Yeah! For sure- we’ll let you two lovebirds get back to it.” Josie did a half bow before turning and pushing PJ out the door.
You laughed as hazel just looked mortified, “we’ll continue this later, I think we should get back to the club though- kinda wanna see you lay some bitchs out.”
She took a deep breath and patted down her shirt, before looking in the mirror and fixing her hair.
You gave her another thumbs up before the two of you left the bathroom to go back to the gym.
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Silly Songs With Killian - a CS Modern AU One-shot
You can blame @sotangledupinit for this silly, but sweet, little story! She posted a prompt on Discord which caused my muse to jump to attention, and I wrote it in two days. If you're not familiar with the Veggie Tales videos, you'll still be able to enjoy this, but do yourself a favor and check out the songs on Spotify here. You don't have to be a kid to enjoy them and I guarantee they'll make you laugh!
Special thanks to Kit for making young Henry look even younger for the pic set, Mary for being my beta, and Krystal for being a second set of eyes for the Silly Songs lyrics and also for the pic set I created. It pays to have wonderful fandom friends!
Summary: After a frustrating and exhausting day, Emma Cassidy is relieved when her little boy, Henry, is entertained by a gorgeous musician at a restaurant, giving her a chance to sit back, relax, and enjoy the music (and the view!) It gets even better when the singer, Killian, sings some of Henry’s favorite Silly Songs from his favorite videos, Veggie Tales.
Rating: T
Words: 3946
Also posted to Ao3 and ffn
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It’s been one hell of a day. It wasn’t supposed to be this exhausting, but of course my ex, Neal, had to complicate things.
I was looking forward to going wedding dress shopping with my future sister-in-law Mary Margaret and her other bridesmaids, sipping champagne and giving my input on each of the possibilities. It was going to be so much fun.
And then...remember the saying that was popular many years ago - shit happens? Well, Neal can be used interchangeably with shit - they’re one and the same.
It was his scheduled weekend with our three-year-old, Henry, which was one reason why Mary Margaret chose this day. Then on Friday, almost an hour after Neal was supposed to pick Henry up at my apartment, he sent me a text: Something came up. Can’t make it this weekend. Tell Henry I’m sorry.
Apparently he turned off his phone after sending it, because he didn’t answer any of my increasingly volatile texts - eighteen of them, to be exact - or phone calls. I had to sit Henry in front of the television so I could go into my bedroom to leave some choice words on Neal’s voicemail.
Fortunately (or unfortunately for my sweet little boy) Henry is used to being let down by his father. In the eighteen months since we called it quits, Neal has skipped out on more weekend visits than he’s kept. I guess being a lying piece of shit takes up way too much of his time and he can’t spare any for his son.
Also unfortunately, all of the people who usually babysit for Henry were unable to watch him. Most of them were included in the shopping trip, my brother David was busy because he was painting the living room of the house he and his fiancée just bought, and Ruby’s Granny was off bowhunting with her new beau. (Bowhunting with her beau has been a running joke ever since she left a week ago.)
So instead of enjoying a carefree day of shopping with Mary Margaret, Belle, Ruby and Elsa, I had to keep an active, inquisitive toddler entertained in one bridal shop after another. We were all relieved when he finally fell asleep in the third shop, until the manager woke him up by screeching about how he was going to drool on the green velvet upholstery. That cost her any business she might have had from us (though in all honesty, her gowns were all hideous and looked like something only the Wicked Witch of the West might wear.)
Eventually, Mary Margaret said ‘yes to the dress’ in the fifth shop late in the afternoon, then we all decided to get an early dinner at a nearby restaurant that serves kids’ meals and has outdoor seating. If Henry has to spend one more minute inside today, I think he might have a complete meltdown.
After placing my order and getting Henry situated with the provided coloring sheet and obligatory four crayons, I hear someone speaking into a microphone and look over to see a guy standing on a small stage with a guitar. A very, VERY attractive guy.
“Good evening, everyone,” he says, and my jaw drops at the sound of his British accent. “My name is Killian and I hope you enjoy the music tonight. I do take requests. Feel free to sing along or dance in this nice, open area in front of me.”
“Oh, wow!” Belle gasps. “He’s very handsome, isn’t he, Emma?”
My jaw snaps shut and I turn to look at her. Seeing her sly smile, I teasingly say, “Why are you asking me? We all have eyes, you know.”
“Yes, but we all have significant others, too,” Ruby adds, which is completely unnecessary but, sadly, also completely true.
While my self pity begins to set in, the guy - Killian - strums his guitar and launches into the Eagles classic “Take it Easy”. Henry, who by this point has scribbled all over the coloring sheet, somehow managed to break his crayon into at least four pieces and, judging by the color of his teeth, took a bite of it as well, looks up with bright eyes. Since I allowed him to kneel on a chair instead of trying to strap him into a booster seat, he takes advantage of it and hops down.
Before I can chase after him, he makes a beeline for the open space in front of the admittedly gorgeous singer and begins jumping around in what passes for a three-year-old’s version of dancing. I sigh and start to get up, but Mary Margaret stops me with a hand on my arm. “Let him go. He’s been very good all day and deserves to burn off some energy. Besides, he’s only a few feet away and we can see him clearly from here.”
It doesn’t take much convincing for me to heed her advice. If someone else can entertain Henry for a while, I’m not going to complain.
When the song comes to an end, Killian acknowledges the smattering of applause and plays the extremely recognizable first chords of “All Right Now”. Henry doesn’t miss a beat, throwing himself around like a rag doll while all of us at our table, as well as most of the other diners, laugh delightedly at his exuberance.
By the time Killian is in the middle of his third song, “Old Time Rock and Roll”, our food arrives and I face the dreaded task of dragging my son back to the table to eat. I nibble at my fish and chips until the song ends, then dash to the makeshift dance floor to cajole Henry. When he shows the expected resistance, Killian chuckles and helpfully says, “Go with your mum, lad. I’ll play a slow song that’s not as much fun for dancing.”
True to his word, he croons the song “Everything I Do, I Do It For You” as Henry acquiesces and comes back to his seat to shove French fries into his mouth as fast as possible. It might not be a good song for Henry’s style of dancing, but Killian’s smooth voice singing the beautiful lyrics is sending pleasant chills down my spine.
Another song with a slow tempo follows, during which my little man polishes off his fries. But when Killian starts “Footloose”, all bets are off and Henry is back on the dance floor with a chicken nugget squeezed into both of his chubby fists.
After we finish our meals, Belle, Ruby and Elsa leave to spend the rest of the evening with their boyfriends. Mary Margaret lingers, telling me she’ll stay to keep me company, because she’d rather not have to help David clean up his painting mess. We don’t want to take up a table, so we move to some empty seats along the edge of the patio from where we can still see my little dancing king.
“You’d think his battery would run down soon,” Mary Margaret comments.
“Are you serious? That kid is like the Energizer bunny, plus he’s been cooped up in stuffy dress shops all day. My money is on the singer wearing out before Henry.”
She’s uncharacteristically quiet for several minutes. When she finally speaks, she says quietly, “He really is very handsome and seems like a nice guy.”
Her statement is out of left field and I’m confused. “Who?”
“The singer - Killian,” she clarifies.
I narrow my eyes at her. “What’s your point?”
“No point. I was just making a comment,” she shrugs, all innocence.
I don’t believe her. Mary Margaret is the queen of set-ups and wears the crown proudly. She introduced Belle to Will, Ruby to Jefferson and Elsa, well, she introduced Elsa to Victor, but that didn’t work out very well. Elsa met Graham on her own.
“I’m not looking for someone to date, Mary Margaret. I’m still dealing with my idiot ex and trying to concentrate on raising my son not to follow in his father’s footsteps.”
“I understand, but…”
And it’s at this point I resign myself to the fact she’s going to spout some argument that’s going to weaken my resolve not to date.
“If Henry had a really good male role model in his life, it would help you in raising him to be a gentleman.”
“Seems to me David does a pretty good job of that, in case you haven’t noticed.”
“I know,” she sighs, “but between working, getting the house ready and planning the wedding, his time with Henry is very limited.”
“The house will be ready before you get married and the wedding is in less than five months. After the honeymoon, he’ll have more time.”
“Oh, but then we’ll have children of our own, and you know how much time that takes.”
“Is this your way of telling me you’re pregnant, Mary Margaret?”
‘’What?” she gasps. “No! I’m just saying…”
“I know what you’re saying and I hear you. If the right guy comes along, I wouldn’t be opposed to dating him, but I’m not gonna try to force something to happen.”
“Wouldn’t it be nice to have a date for the wedding, though?” she presses.
“Henry will be my date. He’ll be very dapper in his little tux.”
“But…”
“No buts, Mary Margaret. I don’t want to be set up with someone just so I don’t look pathetic at your wedding.”
We both fall silent as we watch Henry continue to dance in front of the bemused musician. Glancing at the time on my phone, I realize he’s been at it for well over an hour and isn’t showing any signs of slowing down. It’s beginning to get dark and I know I’ll have to wrangle him into the car before too much longer for his bath and bedtime.
I feel a little sorry for Killian, though. Nobody else has taken him up on his offer to dance, despite his repeated invitations. In fact, most of the diners aren’t paying attention to him at all. I hate to take his number one fan home, especially when I’m able to sit back and relax while listening to some seriously good music.
“I’m going to take a little break and then I’ll be back,” Killian announces, lifting the guitar strap over his head.
“Well, I guess that’s my cue to take Henry home,” I say to Mary Margaret.
“I suppose so,” she agrees. “Let me say goodbye to him and then I have to be on my way, too. According to his text, David is anxious for me to see how the living room turned out.”
We both stand up and move toward the stage, but I stop in my tracks. Killian is squatting down in front of Henry, listening to him with a huge smile on his face. I don’t know what Henry is saying, and I’m not sure Killian will be able to understand it anyway. Henry has an extensive vocabulary for a three-year-old, but I listen to him with ‘mom ears’, which means I can actually decipher what he’s trying to say.
When we reach them, Killian looks up at us and whatever I was going to say flies right out of my head. From a distance, the man is handsome. Close up, he’s nothing short of breathtaking. Carefully trimmed scruff covers a jawline sharp enough to cut glass, his cheekbones would put every male model to shame, and his dark hair is swept back from his forehead with a few rogue strands hanging down enticingly. Even his slightly pointed ears are adorable.
But it’s his eyes that shut down the functioning part of my brain. To say they are blue is like saying the sun is a tad bit warm, and the way the waning light catches them makes them shine like sapphires. I’m aware that my mouth is hanging open like a fish on dry land, but I can’t seem to make it form actual words.
“Hello, Killian. We’ve been thoroughly enjoying your music tonight, even if we haven’t been showing it as much as this little guy.”
Thank God for the natural chattiness of Mary Margaret.
Killian reaches out to ruffle Henry’s sweaty hair, then stands up. “I’m very happy to hear that,” he says in that beautiful, lilting accent. “I was just telling young Henry here that I’ll play some special songs for him after the break.”
I finally find my tongue. “Oh, but I was coming to tell Henry it’s time to go home.”
My little con artist turns his baby browns on me. “Please, Mommy. I be a good boy, I pwomise.”
That’s just great. Now if I take him home, I’ll have to forfeit my Mom of the Year award.
Mary Margaret laughs. “Well, Henry and Emma may be able to stay, but I really have to go.”
Why did she emphasize my name so much? As if I don’t already know.
She hugs Henry and me, tells Killian goodbye, and winks at me as she passes by. Even without trying to set me up, she’s setting me up.
I look back at Killian, who finishes chugging a bottle of water and grins at me. Reaching out to take my hand, he shakes it and says, “It’s nice to meet you, Emma, and little Henry.”
“Nice to meet you, too, Killian. Thanks for entertaining my son tonight.”
“It’s been my pleasure. I love how uninhibited kids are, and how joyful.”
“Well, his day certainly didn’t start out joyfully at all.” I shouldn’t have said it, but I’m still boiling about what Neal did to his own son, especially when this stranger seems so happy to spend time with him.
“No?” Killian questions. “May I ask what happened?”
I glance down at Henry, not wanting to bash his no-good father in front of him. He’s happily lining up little stones he collected along the edge of the patio, oblivious to the conversation going on above him.
“He was supposed to be with his dad this weekend, but he canceled. Again. So Henry was stuck shopping for wedding dresses with us all day.”
“I see.” He ponders for a second. “Would that wedding dress be for the lovely lass who just left…or someone else?”
“Yeah, it’s for Mary Margaret. She’s engaged to my brother.”
“I’m very glad I was able to make Henry’s day better, because his dancing did the same for me.” We watch Henry play, babbling to himself. “He seems like a happy little lad,” Killian observes.
“I do my best, but as a single mom, I make a lot of mistakes.”
“Don’t be too hard on yourself, Love. All parents make mistakes. It’s a good thing kids have perfect aunts and uncles,” he says with a smirk.
“So, are you an imperfect father or a perfect uncle?” Am I really flirting with him right now?
“I have two nieces, so that would make me the latter.”
“Do you get to see them very often?”
“Aye, they live just a few miles from me, so I spoil them as often as possible. They’re my brother Liam’s girls.”
“Doesn’t sound like you’re originally from the U.S., if you don’t mind me saying.”
He chuckles again, rubbing his finger behind his right ear. “We were born in England and lived there until I was fourteen, then my father took a job here so we moved across the pond.”
“That explains the accent.”
He nods and checks his watch, blowing out a breath. “I should probably get back to my set. Will you allow young Henry to stay for a few more songs?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Sure. What’s another fifteen minutes in the grand scheme of things?”
A genuine smile splits his face. “Excellent! I think he’ll particularly like the next three or four songs I play.” He looks around and grabs a nearby chair from an empty table, setting it down beside me. “Won’t you please have a seat, Emma?”
“Such a gentleman,” I say, sinking onto the offered chair.
“Oh, I’m always a gentleman.”
Somehow I don’t mind him flirting with me.
He steps back on the stage, slips his guitar into place, and positions himself in front of the microphone. After giving me a wink, he announces in an overly accented, squeaky voice, “And now it’s time for Silly Songs with Killian. The part of the show where Killian comes out and sings…a silly song.”
I burst out laughing at the very familiar words. Henry is addicted to Veggie Tales, the wacky shows featuring talking fruits and vegetables. I love them because they teach good moral values; he loves them because they’re hilarious. His favorite part of every video is Silly Songs with Larry the Cucumber, which we watch over and over and over again. Apparently he conveyed this obsession to Killian.
Killian closes his eyes, somberly strums his guitar, and sings, “Oh, where is my hairbrush? Oh, where is my hairbrush? Oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where, oh wherrrrrrrre…is my hairbrush?”
Henry is jumping up and down like a kangaroo on a pogo stick, shouting, “Mommy! Mommy! It’s the Lawwy song! Keeyin is singin’ the Lawwy song!”
Wiping tears of laughter from my eyes, I look around at the half-dozen people at the tables, who are looking at the musician like he’s lost his damn mind. Bunch of sticks in the mud. Lighten up.
But Killian isn’t bothered by their response, or lack thereof. He smoothly transitions to another of Henry’s favorite silly songs. “Oh, everybody’s got a water buffalo. Yours is fast, but mine is slow. Oh, where’d we get them, I don’t know. But everybody’s got a water buffalo, oooooo.”
Henry is beside himself with excitement. He’s running around in a circle, waving his arms in the air in his best impression of a rabid chimpanzee.
Killian moves on to sing a few lines of “I Love My Lips” (I can’t help thinking I’m quite fond of them, too), followed by “The Pirates Who Don’t Do Anything”.
By this time, the diners have relaxed, laughing and clapping along with the crazy tunes. Meanwhile, my son has finally worn himself out, collapsing in a small heap in front of the stage, looking up at Killian adoringly.
“...and we’ve never been to Boston in the falllllll,” Killian concludes with a flourish and takes a deep, dramatic bow.
I dig into my purse and pull out a twenty dollar bill. I always try to watch my budget, but I’ll skip getting a chocolate caramel latte for a few days to compensate. It’s worth it for what Killian did for Henry tonight.
Walking up to the stage, I drop the bill into the tip jar, smiling up at the singer. He’s between songs, so I say, “Thank you so much, Killian. You’re my hero for entertaining Henry tonight. It was great and he loved it, didn’t you, kid?”
Henry jumps to his feet. “I weally did, Keeyin! I love Lawwy songs!”
“What do you tell him?” I prompt.
“Thank you, Keeyin,” he says obediently.
“You’re very welcome, lad. I play here again in three weeks. Perhaps you can stop in and see me again?” He’s talking to Henry, but he’s looking at me.
“Can we, Mommy?” Henry pleads.
I know we probably can’t. This restaurant is all the way across the city from where we live, plus it’s pretty expensive. Mary Margaret footed the bill today, but twelve bucks for a kid’s meal is a little steep and I won’t pay it. I don’t want to say any of this though, because my tired son is walking a thin line between lingering happiness and an emotional collapse. So I use the parental standard, “We’ll see.”
Taking Henry’s hand, I say, “Thanks, again, Killian. Have a good evening.”
Something that looks like slight panic flashes through those gorgeous eyes of his and he speaks into the microphone, “I’ll be back in five, folks.” He slides his guitar around to his back and steps off the stage, placing himself directly in front of me. “Emma, if I may be so bold, and if you’re not already dating someone, would you consider going out with me?”
“Wh-what?” Apparently, getting asked out by the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on renders me a bit stupid.
He lightly wraps his hand around my wrist and pulls me further toward the side of the patio for some privacy. “Even though we just met, I would really like to get to know you better.”
“But…but you don’t even know my last name.”
“What is it?”
“Cassidy.”
“Mine is Jones, so now we know each other a little better already.”
I stare at him, trying to think of a single reason why I should say no to him. “I…we…um…Henry and I, we…uh…we come as a packaged set.” That’s the way, Emma. Use your kid to try to scare him off. And you did it so gracefully, too.
“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m really quite fond of your son. That’s not a deal breaker,” he states firmly. He still hasn’t let go of my wrist and now he’s rubbing his thumb over it. I find I don’t mind at all.
“I…”
“Mommy, potty!” Henry announces.
Oh, geez. Killian has to get back to his set and Henry has to pee. I’m running out of time.
Dropping Henry’s hand, I rummage through my purse, trying to find a pen. “Got a piece of paper?” I ask, mid-rummage.
Killian dashes to his guitar case and pulls out a piece of sheet music, returning with it just as I locate the elusive pen. He plants his foot on a chair and slaps the paper down on his knee so I can scribble my number on it.
When I finish, I lift Henry into my arms and take off to find a bathroom. Before disappearing inside the restaurant, I glance back at Killian. He’s still standing where I left him, a broad smile on his face as he grips the paper in his hand. Raising my free hand, I give him a little wave and he returns it.
After I’ve had time to think about it, I might regret giving him my number. Right now I just have to keep my kid from peeing down the front of my dress.
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A year ago, Killian Jones was my hero for giving me a chance to relax while he entertained my son. Five months later, he was once again my hero by being my date to Mary Margaret and David’s wedding. Today, he’s still my hero because he’s continuously proving that not all men are incomparable asses.
On the contrary, he’s everything I dreamed a man should be, once upon a time. Killian Jones is talented, intelligent, funny, considerate, masculine, caring, loving, passionate, and a great conversationalist, not to mention drop-dead gorgeous (if I didn’t mention that, it would be a crime.) He’s the total package and I’m head-over-heels in love with him.
Oh, and he’s a fantastic role model for my little boy. I usually hate to admit when Mary Margaret is right, but in this case, she was unequivocally correct. He and Henry absolutely adore each other and it makes my heart so happy. They do everything together - read books, play Star Wars with lightsabers, build block towers, climb trees, ride bikes, you name it.
And Henry loves singing silly songs with his soon-to-be stepfather. What more could a mother want for her son? Except, perhaps, a sibling.
Killian and I are working on that…and thoroughly enjoying every second of it.
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Thank you for reading. I hope it brightened your day!
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I forgot that Star Fox was a thing until today and in some weird stupor I wrote a 1.4k word fic surrounding the first skirmish between SF and SW heavily influenced by @rainboopz 's Krystal is Kursed AU
This is a totally self-indulgent hurt/comfort fanfic and I won't apologize for it because I didn't realize how weird star fox command gets and I need to fix it before I explode
Krystal couldn't believe it. Her ship's HUD blared all kinds of damage reports in her face. With no choice, she wrenched the stick and turned away from the battle. She flew back in tatters.
"Days... Weeks... Months of training and flight hours and I still can't down him," Krystal whispered to herself, gripping the joystick so hard she swore she heard it creak.
She used every trick in the book and more. Even when she pulled out all the aces she had up her sleeve, she was countered at every turn. She held up against the rest of Star Fox just fine on her own, but their leader was different. It was cold. It was surgical. For someone who only knew her previous captain as a squadmate, this was the harsh reminder:
Fox McCloud was the deadliest pilot in the Lylat System.
Was he holding out on me?! Did I get weaker? Did he get stronger? How...?
Krystal slammed the canopy with her fist through tears of frustration. As if on cue, Wolf's face showed up in a small monitor. From the red glow on his face, it was clear that his ship was also no longer combat effective. A bit behind, her other squadmates were returning from battle, not faring any better.
"Well, Princess? How does it feel?"
Krystal quickly wiped tears of frustration from her face, too scared to say anything in fear that a sob would come out. Losing wasn't new for her, but this loss had so much more at stake. She glared at the screen without saying a word.
"It fucking sucks," Krystal choked out bitterly, not seeming to care that the entirety of Star Wolf was now fixated on her response. Eavesdropping, Panther begrudgingly smiled, Leon huffed and twisted his face into a frown. She was only a part of the team in name, but this was their unofficial induction ceremony.
Wolf grinned, knowing the exact feeling. He saw it reflected all over Krystal's face.
"Welcome to Star Wolf."
--
During the Lylat Wars, the Arwing was considered a next generation fighter. It was so above and beyond the competition that it boasted a higher kill count than the entirety of the Cornerian Militaty during the war. Even after the Arwing was reverse engineered by the Venomians, even after battles against the supernatural, and even after another war against the Aparoid invasion, the Arwing towered above the rest.
The gap, however, has decreased over time. The Arwing was a successful proof of concept, and everybody in Lylat wanted it. Its newest G-Diffuser system was now commonplace around the most basic cargo haulers. Its nano laminate armor was on all commercial shuttles. Gimble cannons were spacecraft standard issue. Even the Wolfens had all of this and more.
The only edge above the competition was the pilot. The Arwing boasted a 99.9% survival rate, with the near perfect record broken by none other than James McCloud. The reason why Star Fox is where they are is because their trusty spacecraft kept them alive and forced them to learn from their mistakes. Given their track record, Star Fox has learned everything and more when it comes to ship to ship combat.
None of that experience didn't make it any less awkward when Fox met his ex for the first time months and immediately shot her down.
Battles between ace pilots were always one or the other: decisive or extremely drawn out. When the first blasters were fired, from Krystal nonetheless, all moments of hesitation flew out the window. Further chatter included the usual battle call outs and insults, but it was over almost as soon as it started.
Fox peered over the side of the canopy. He watched as four Wolfens flew away from them, heading away from the now-empty battlefield.
"... All ships, turn to solar bearing 0-3-0. Return to base."
"Copy that." "Roger."
Damages were almost a guarantee when facing off against Star Wolf, but it's been a while since Slippy and Falco danced on a razor's edge in a dogfight. Landing on the Great Fox wasn't this tense since wartime.
"Damn. She got me good," Falco scoffed, a bitter sense of pride in his former teammate-turned-enemy. When he left his cockpit, He ran his hand along scorch marks on the main fuselage, scoring near critical hits to the space frame.
"Yeah, no kidding! It's going to take a week to get all of our ships in working order," Slippy sighed as he scratched underneath his cap. His Arwing was in worse condition with a wing tip blown off and a hole where one of its cannons used to be.
Wordlessly, Fox stumbled out of his cockpit and headed immediately to the Great Fox's mess hall. Slippy and Falco's gazes followed him until the doors were closed, and they exchanged a wordless look of concern over their captain, then peered at the last remaining starcraft.
Fox's Arwing was practically spotless minus a single scorch mark over the Star Fox insignia.
--
Following Peppy's retirement and the reduction of the squadron, it meant that Fox had to be on top of his game in every level. Thousands of hours were logged in the simulator, mock battles were held weekly between his squad mates, and he even learned basic engineering from Slippy. Star Fox no longer held the technological edge, and with the increasing pressure from fulfilling new roles and staying relevant in the Mercenary world, it was no surprise that Fox was at his wit's end.
He slumped forward on his chair, watching as the ice melted in his glass of bourbon.
"Hey Slip." He murmured, catching Slippy off guard as he tried to tiptoe around his moping boss. Slippy looked around for Falco, but realized he probably hit the showers (or whatever else the birdbrain was up to). He wasn't too experienced with relationships, so he let Falco do all the talking with anything to do with Krystal. After seeing the rough shape his captain was in, maybe it was time for a lighter touch.
"Heyyy," Slippy said slowly as he sat down next to Fox. His captain's eyes were sunken, his hair was a mess, and once he looked close enough, his inner shirt was inside out. It didn't take a genius to realize that even after all this time, he wasn't quite over her.
"What's up, Fox?"
"Slippy, am I a bad person?"
Slippy's physically recoiled from the question. He may not be the most sociable person around, but he even knew that this was one of the questions that you just don't ask your friends. Still...
"Are we talking legally or morally?" Slippy laughed. Fox returned with a look that would rival the unsettling gaze of a dead fish's eyeballs.
"Oh God."
"Let's talk about something else!" Slippy forced a laugh and pat his hands on the table, stepping yet into another conversation taboo, this time between Mercenaries. But when Fox saw that Slippy was trying to avoid the subject, he sighed.
"I'm sorry. Everything is just... A lot." Fox took a small sip, his face scrunching a little. Alcohol wasn't something he usually partook in, which made his attempt at calming down all the more pathetic.
"Everything including... everything and Krystal?"
Slippy took Fox's flinch as a physical "yes."
"Did I make the right call?"
Slippy took a moment to look at his friend and didn't see his captain, he saw a friend who needed help. He threw rank and hierarchy out the window. This conversation was friend-to-friend now, and he leaned in.
"Look, Fox. I know that you did what you think was right, and... Uh, I don't know. Most of the breakups I see on holo-tv have people not liking each other over time. But, like, it seems like you had too much responsibility to give her any attention she needed and that caused a breakup neither of you wanted."
"That is... Spot on, yeah," Fox sighed at the astute observation. He swirled his drink, this time more alive at the simple act of being heard out and validated.
"Not having Peppy is a lot harder than I thought. He always has an answer for everything."
Slippy smiled at the sound of his friend's name.
"Hey, how about we wash ourselves up, give Peppy a call, and we make ourselves proper drinks? How's that sound?"
"Sounds good, Slip." Fox smiled. Slippy returned the smile, sure in himself that he defused the delicate situation.
"Yo, is your ex a crack shot, or what?" Falco chimed in from behind, coming back from a quick rinse donning shorts and a plain white T-shirt. Slippy glared at him, worried that all the work just went down the drain, but Fox gave him a nonchalant shrug and downed the rest of his drink.
"Yeah. She sure is."
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Partner's Brunch
I know I said the next thing I wrote would be "Two Can Plat at this Game," and I did start writing it today, but then my muse struck while I was out work and I knew if I didn't get this written out that I would lose it forever.
Dedicated to @snailsandpuppy-dogtails bc she loves my partner's brunch headcanon
Summary: Every Saturday the team is away on a case, the partners of team members get together and do brunch. They have decided to invite Penelope to join them, even if she's not dating anyone on the team. Right? (Part chat fic, part dialogue, all chaos)
Word count: 2034
Can also be found here on Ao3
In Profiler Partner’s Brunch Bunch group chat
Kristy: Hey, I was thinking, I know she’s not the partner of a profiler, but should we invite Penelope to join us? I know she must be struggling right now, this would probably help her a lot.
Krystall: You know, I was going to suggest the same thing. She might not be a romantic partner to any of them, but she was their work partner, so she totally counts.
Max: I mean I’m easy. I feel like as the newest member I get the absolute least amount of say 😂
Will: Plus, maybe we can push the romantic partner envelope a bit… since she and Luke aren’t working together anymore…
Kristy: Yes, exactly!
Savannah: Damn, Penelope’s gonna be there now??? And I don’t get to hang out with her because I have the AUDACITY to be living in another state? Unfair.
Kristy: Well, I still have to ask her. Give me a minute.
In a chat between Kristy and Penelope
Kristy: Hey, so Krystall, Will, Max, and I have something called the “Profiler Partner Brunch Bunch” and we all get brunch every Saturday the team is away, and I know you’re not dating anyone on the team, but we want to make you an honorary member, make sure you never feel excluded. We’d love it if you could join us on Saturday. I know it’s kind of short notice, but the idea JUST struck us.
Penelope: Kristy Simmons you absolute angel, I would LOVE to.
Penelope: That sounds like so much fun!!! I would love to.
Kristy: Yay!! I’ll add you to the chat.
***
That Saturday, Penelope was greeted by kisses and hugs from her friends. “This is such a cute idea,” she said as they sat down. “Who came up with it?”
“Well for the longest while I was the only one,” Will said. “But then Beth came along, way back when, and she and I started this, and people have been filtering in and out ever since. Alex’s husband came by when he was in town, Kate’s husband, when she was on the team, Savannah, of course, and then everyone else here.”
“Savannah still comes, occasionally, when she’s in town,” Kristy said. “Andrew does too.”
“That’s amazing! Did Lisa ever come, back when she and Luke were still together?” Penelope didn’t know why she was asking about Lisa, especially since Luke had asked her out just a few days before. She still couldn’t quite believe it.
“No, actually,” Will replied.
Penelope had to admit, she was shocked. “Wait, really?”
“Yeah,” Kristy said. “I mean, we invited her and told her she was always welcome, but she never came. Always had to work, I guess.”
“You know,” Krystall said, “I can’t say I ever met her.”
“Me neither,” Max added. “Although I came after her, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, you did,” Kristy confirmed.
“I’ve never heard anyone on the team mention this,” Penelope said. “Do they know?”
Kristy, Will, Krystall, and Max all looked at each other, thinking. “No, I don’t think they do,” Krystall eventually said.
“Not that we’re trying to keep it a secret,” Will added. “But it hasn’t exactly come up, you know? It’s like our own little support group. It’s nice to talk to people who understand how hard it can be to have your partner gone a lot.”
“Yeah,” Max said. “It can put a strain on any relationship. New, or old, so this is how we cope with that, relieve some of the stress. And yeah, it sounds selfish, because they’re off risking their lives and hunting down the worst in humanity, but it can be hard being the partner of someone who’s gone all the time, it’s just a fact.” She took a sip of her drink. “Plus the mimosas are awesome.”
“A very welcome bonus,” Kristy agreed, taking a sip of her own.
“Penelope, are you okay?” Krystall asked her. “You seem like you’re panicking.”
Penelope thought she had been doing a good job of keeping her emotions from showing on her face, but apparently she was wrong. All that talk about how hard it could be to be with someone who was gone all the time… especially a new relationship… it scared her a bit. She really liked Luke, and she wanted whatever they were starting to work out. “Can you guys keep a secret?”
Her four friends looked at each other, slightly confused, then back at her. “Yeah.”
“Luke asked me out the other day,”
“Holy shit,” Will whisper-screamed. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah. And all this talk about how hard it can be dating someone who’s gone all the time is making me kinda nervous. Actually it’s making me pretty scared.”
“Well that’s a good thing, right?” Max asked. “Because if you’re scared, it means you want it to work out, which means you’re willing to put the work in.”
Penelope was unsure. “I guess so…”
Krystall took her hand. “Sweetheart, you have nothing to be scared about.”
“What do you mean?”
“Because if you want it to work, and he wants it to work,”
“And he does,” Kristy added. “He really, really does, trust us.”
“Then it will,” Krystall finished. “Everyone can see that there’s something between you two.”
“Including me,” Max said. “And I’ve only seen you together once.”
Penelope turned to her, shocked. “Wait, how?”
“It’s the way he looks at you,” all four people she was sitting with answered simultaneously.
“Wow, okay.”
“So, details,” Kristy said, shoving her lightly. “We need details! When? Where? How? And when? Seriously, when? You just left the team, and they’re not even back from their first case without you!”
Penelope felt a blush slowly creep up her neck and cheeks as she recalled that night. “It was at my going away party. He pulled me away for a water break and said, ‘I was wondering, since we’re not going to work together anymore, maybe I could take you to dinner?’ He was really nervous, too, blushing and stammering over his words and such. It was actually pretty cute.”
“Wait,” Krystall said. “I saw that! Oh, that’s so exciting!”
“He couldn’t wait one more second to ask you out,” Will said. “And you wondered how we could all tell he had something for you.”
Penelope blushed and looked down to her drink. “I guess that’s fair.”
“So when are you two going out?” Max asked. “And where’s he taking you?”
“I don’t know, we didn’t really get the chance to talk about it yet.” As if on cue, Penelope’s phone went off. A text from Luke. “Actually, that’s him right now.”
“Well, answer it!” Kristy says excitedly.
Penelope unlocked her phone and read the text from Luke. “He says that at the rate they’re going with the case right now, they should be back by Wednesday at the latest, unless they hit a major roadblock, and would I be interested in going out that night, and if not, the next day?”
“Oh my god that’s amazing,” Max blurted. “I mean he wants to take you out on a Wednesday, a night that’s not very popular for dates, as soon as he gets back from a case? He wants to go out with you as soon as he possibly can, which I mean checks out, since he asked you out right away after you left, so it means he’s super into you.” Everyone else stared at her. “What?”
“You sound like a profiler,” Will told her.
“Spencer talks a lot. You learn a thing or two.”
“Well, what are you going to respond?” Kristy asks Penelope.
She spoke as she typed her response. “Sounds good to me! Can’t wait.”
Luke: Me neither.
Luke: I’m really glad you said yes. I kinda like you a lot, so I was really nervous you were going to say and our whole friendship would be *woosh* out the window.
Penelope: Well, I kinda like YOU a lot, so the answer was easy. Come back soon and safe, okay?
Luke: I promise <3
Penelope bit her lip and grinned at the little heart emoticon Luke sent her. Just then, Kristy’s phone went off. “It’s a text from Matt. We’re driving to the family of a victim’s house right now to talk to them, and Luke is looking at his phone and grinning like an idiot. What are the odds he’s texting Penelope?” She looked up from her phone at the woman in question. “Can I tell him?”
“Go ahead.”
Kristy spoke out loud as she typed. “One hundred percent. I’m with her right now and she’s texting him.” A pause as Matt responded, and then, “He wants to know what we’re doing.”
“Is this what High School is like nowadays?” Krystall asked.
“Probably,” Max replied. Then to Kristy she said, “Tell him that we’re doing a Partner’s Brunch and she is an honorary member because she used to be on the team.”
“He says, hopefully she won’t be an honorary member much longer, the way he was smiling at his phone. Now that she’s off the team, maybe he’ll get his head out his ass and actually ask her out.”
“I want to see that smile he’s talking about,” Penelope said.
“I’ll ask him if he can send a picture.” A moment as they waited for his reply. “He says he can't, he's put his phone away and stopped smiling as much.”
“Well then let me fix that,” Penelope said, pulling her phone back out.
Penelope: Give any thought to where you’re going to take me?
Luke: There’s this new place downtown that supposedly has AMAZING vegetarian options.
Luke: And live music and dancing, if that’s something that interests you.
“Damn, who knew Luke as a romantic?” Will asked after Penelope shared these texts with them.”
“Doesn’t surprise me,” Krystall said. “Not after some of the stories David has shared with me.”
Penelope: That interests me very much, Luke.
Penelope: You better hurry up and catch that guy, because I’m very excited now.
Luke: I'll do my best for you <3
“We got a picture!” Kristy announced. She showed her phone to them, and on it there was a picture of Luke staring down at his phone, a grin stretching practically from ear to ear, and he was, without a doubt, blushing.
Luke: Will do, Chica
“What’s with Chica?” Max asked.
“He called me it once years ago because I look like the absolute last person on earth who would have the last name Garcia, and he made a joke about it, and I told him I hate the name, which, I don’t, but I couldn’t have him know that, and he’s called me it a lot since. At first I think it was just kind of to spite me, but now it’s cute.”
Luke: Any reason Matt would have just tried (and failed) to stealthily take a picture of me???
Penelope: I’m out with Kristy, Krystall, Will, and Max right now, and while you and I were texting, he texted Kristy saying you were grinning at your phone and blushing and what were the odds you were texting me?
Penelope: She said 100% and I said I wanted to see you blushing, because I didn’t believe you could. I was wrong.
Luke: WELL I’M BLUSHING EVEN MORE, NOW!!!
“Matt wants to know, what the fuck she just said to him, because he’s blushing even harder and typing furiously.”
Penelope: Matt wants to know what we’re talking about because you’re losing your mind over there.
Luke: Can I tell him?
Penelope: Sure, go ahead.
A minute passed by before Luke texted again.
Luke: BAHAHA HE’S LOSING HIS FUCKING MIND
Luke: TARA ALMOST DROVE UP A LIGHT POLE
Luke: I’M LAUGHING SO HARD, HELP, I CAN’T BREATHE
Penelope: LUKE, WHAT DID YOU SAY TO THEM???
Luke: “Well, Matt, Penelope and I are just discussing where I’m going to take her out for dinner for our date once we get back from this case.”
Just then Kristy burst out into laughter.
“Matt told you that Luke told him?” Penelope guessed.
“Yep.”
Luke: Guess the cat’s out of the bag now
Penelope: Good. I hate cats being bags.
#Garvez#Garvez fanfiction#Criminal Minds fanfiction#Luke Alvez#Penelope Garcia#kristy simmons#krystall richards#max brenner#william lamontagne jr#matt simmons#savannah hayes
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Hey there, Delilah
Hello!
I decided to make a MTaS sideblog because it has been consuming my life lately, even though I have a million other things to do and cozy games to play.
When I first started playing, I thought I might romance Grace or Owen, but then Unsuur hit me like a rock (ha, get it) on the side of the head and Delilah was doomed.
Who wrote his lines? I want to buy you coffee forever and also give you an award. I can't remember the last time I enjoyed a character this much in a game.
Anyway, this is a very basic idea of Lilah and some of her info. I'll make her a pretty profile when I have time, I promise <3
Name: Delilah, but friends often call her Lilah
Age: 25
Bday: Autumn 17
Height: 170cm
- Always in motion, in one way or another. Her family background is surprisingly similar to Mi-An's and she wonders if this is a builder-family thing.
Romance Interest: Unsuur
Best Friends in town: Owen and Grace, shortly followed by Qi, Fang, Arvio and Mi-An, and surprisingly, Ernest.
Rocky and Krystal basically adopt her as an older daughter to pebbles shortly after she arrives. She dotes over Pebbles and is always spending half her time at the salvage co anyway. She doesn't necessarily have a short fuse, but Krystal recognized a "you don't want to see me angry" energy she was familiar with beneath all that sugar.
She uses a special dye for her hair that she developed with Nia when they were in school together using a combination of ground Lapis Lazuli and lavender flowers. She likes gemstones in general and got to know a lot about them since she and Nia took an elective in mineralogy that ended up in this project.
She will talk very fast when she is getting excited, and can often trip over some of her words.
Fiercely overprotective, and not afraid to get into trouble.
Actually more likely than not to get into trouble, because authority and orders just do not work well for her.
Sleep, who?
Loves animals and will always take time to have a short chat/pet with all the ones in town. Her horse, Cinder, is her treasure here in Sandrock.
Is not afraid to put Yan in his place from the moment she gets to town- if he tries to bully Mi-An especially. She generally picks up any litter she comes across, but if its in front of the commerce guild she will give him a piece of her mind. Or maybe, gather all of it until she has two bucketfuls she can dump on his desk next time she's in.
She's at the saloon almost every night, unless she is still out collecting materials until late. She's not always talking to people, but the background noise of voices calms her down.
Her Pa is part of the Corps in Highwind and made sure she had training in combat from when she was little. It also helped redirect her endless energy into something less destructive than tearing down the house to put it back together again.
When she arrived in Sandrock she could cook a grand total of 3 dishes and she would have been fine living like this if Owen hadn't insisted she join in with Grace's lessons, for the love of Peach. (she learns faster than Grace, thankfully)
She likes to visit Zeke and help him in the moisture farm alongside Mi-An.
She thought Pen might be a fun person to befriend when she first got here, but she got tired of him SO quickly once she realized the narcissism wasn't an act or joke, and saw how often he bullied others in town.
I dunno, pls feel free to ask anything :)
I might throw some drabbles with her here and more doodles as they come.
#my time at sandrock#mtas builder#mtas#mtas fanart#mtas oc#my art#my characters#builder Delilah#she kicks ass#the first thing she did was plant coffee because she needs that to live
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So I got a new MacBook Pro yesterday...
And so made this...
My first picset to go with something I wrote! It was a lot of fun to make, as the fic was a lot of fun to write! If you haven’t read it, you can find it here. If you read it, I’d love to know what you think!
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The Baltimore Orioles Effect
Back when the text-generating neural network GPT-2 was released, OpenAI released it in stages, in part for fear that people might use the more advanced models to generate misinformation.
Now in 2022 we do indeed have people passing off AI-written text as human, but rather than being divisive, it’s mostly used to generate cheap content.
For example, a reader alerted me to a website that posts dozens of new articles every day, on subjects that seem suspiciously wide-ranging for a website called "cookingflavr".
Here's how one of them starts:
Should You Feed Orioles All Summer?
May 2, 2022
Orioles fans should definitely feed their love birds all summer long! Not only will they get some great exercise and some delicious Orioles food, but they will also be keeping an eye on baseball.
and later:
Do Orioles Eat Grape Jelly All Summer Long?
Orioles fans know that the team’s home ballpark, Camden Yards, is located in the heart of the Baltimore metropolitan area. And as summertime quickly approaches, Orioles fans are likely to see a lot of grape jelly on the field.
This appears to be another entertaining case of what I'll call the Baltimore Orioles Effect, in which the text from an internet-trained AI blends two very different concepts with similar names. Whatever is generating this text is mixing up Baltimore Orioles (the baseball team from Baltimore) and Baltimore orioles (the birds known to be attracted to grape jelly feeders) to hilarious effect.
Will Orioles Eat Jelly With Ants In It?
The Orioles are a professional baseball team in Baltimore, Maryland. They are a member of the American League East division. The team has won two pennants and three championships. Jellybeans are a type of food that is often eaten by the Orioles. Ants are also often eaten by the Orioles. The term “jellybeans” and “antoids” are used interchangeably to describe the two types of food.
These are almost certainly AI-generated, questions and all. The browser plugin GPTrueOrFalse pretty well confirms that an AI is generating these - based on how well GPT-2 is able to predict the text in each article, they're coming in at an extremely low 0.02% chance the text is human-written.
Another thing that makes this look AI-generated: the questions do seem to meander off-topic in the manner of an AI that is really only paying attention to the last few things it wrote.
In its article on "What is a Hardanger Fiddle?" the text starts by being extremely wrong about this type of Norwegian fiddle ("The instrument is played with the right hand and is usually played with a tune called The Glenlivet.") but then wanders into talking about fiddles and violins in general (also very incorrectly). There is an entertaining interlude in which it goes off-topic to ask and answer this question:
What Does A Lur Look Like?
A Lur is a small, dark, flatworm that lives in water. They are very versatile creatures and can be found in a variety of different habitats. A Lur is typically a solitary creature, but can form groups of up to six. They have a long body and a short head. The body is covered in small, bumpy scales. The head is small and round. A Lur has a long, slimy tail.
It is somewhat understandable that it brought the trumpetlike traditional Norwegian Lur into the article; less understandable that it's being definitively identified as a flatworm. Maybe it's drawing on fishing-related associations with the word "lure"? This does not bode well for AI interactions with people named Robin or Krystal.
And then there's this, found in the page on What to Hang Over Fireplace Mantel?:
How Do You Hang A Picture Above A Mantle?
How to hang a picture above a mantle:
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
Spread the picture on a large baking sheet.
Place a rosette on the top of the picture.
Place the picture on a bracket.
Place the picture on the bracket so that the two ends of the bracket are facing the ceiling.
Place the picture on the bracket so that the picture is level with the top of the mantel.
Place the picture on the mantel.
Screw the picture to the mantel.
Bake the picture for 10 to 12 minutes.
Remove the picture from the oven.
Place the picture on a wire rack to cool.
AI-generated advice is terrible, and can even be harmful. One article seems to blend questions about laser pointers and laser eye surgery, which results in some very questionable laser safety recommendations, while another says that rhinos are tasty. This article's advice is also Not To Be Followed:
What Happens When You Reach The End Of Space?
In the event that you reach the end of space, it would be best to stock up on helium, oxygen, and water to survive for a long time. If you don’t have any of those, you can probably survive by eating dust and rocks.
There's also a bunch of blatantly incorrect information on health-related questions and other potentially serious queries, like how to detect gas leaks. At best it's an annoyance when you're looking for real information; at worst it could seriously misinform, especially if another AI-based feature like Google Snippets starts highlighting its answers.
Bonus content: more of my favorite facts from the cookingflavr blog. Do you know Where do frogs live habitat?
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Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Masterlist ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆.
* = NSFW
Drabble/One Shot:
Little Prince: As Spencer’s condition worsens, he begins to lose the fondest memories of his life. Reader must remind him of the fondest memory they share - the night they met.
Twin Flames: JJ and Reid hostage situation/Rossi and Krystall’s wedding reimagined.
Kiss Her, You Fool!: The story of Spencer and Reader’s first kiss.
Converse: Reader has exciting news for Spencer.
Never Enough: Ever wondered what Garcia wrote on that sticky note in the series finale? Read here to find out. When Reader, the new technical analyst, feels out of place at a party, Penelope’s sticky note and Reid’s kind words do just the trick.
Tag, You’re It!: The BAU’s annual Battle of the Sexes ends in a high tension game of lazer tag.
Ruin My Life: After Reader moves into her new apartment, she runs into the peculiar Spencer Reid.
Lamaze: When Spencer walks into Reader’s Lamaze class, things heat up for a moment, just before the cool down at the true intentions of Spencer’s presence.
Sleight of Hand: Practical Joker Reader makes the unsuspecting naive Dr. Reid the object of her most recent prank - stealing his ID badge.
A Sunday Kind of Love: Reader wakes up to Spencer making breakfast, a seemingly perfect image of a Sunday kind of love.
About Time: Reader’s offer to help Morgan renovate one of his properties makes Spencer jealous enough to confess what he never could before.
Fluff:
2 Truths & a Lie: A game of “Strip 2 Truths and a Lie” help heat things up between SSA Reader and Spencer.
All the Little Things: JJ’s Season 6 departure reimagined - Part 1, Part 2
By the Moonlight/ By the Morning: An unwilling Spencer Reid and an intoxicated Reader skinny-dip/ The morning after.
52 Pickup: What could’ve happened if Austin the bartender and Reid reunited.
Pure Adoration: After Ally is saved by the BAU, Spencer treats her with tender actions that can only be out of pure adoration.
Things We Know By Heart: Reader teaches Spencer how to slow dance in preparation for his wedding. The only problem? Reader’s in love with Spencer, and she isn’t the bride.
I Surrender: The aftermath of Elle Greenaway’s attack in “The Fisher King : Part 1” reimagined.
The Boy Next Door: The boy next door falls in love with the girl next door. Need I say more?
Home Alone: For the first time since living with Spencer, Reader is home alone and left to brave the figurative and literal storm on her own.
Any Day Now: Reader’s pregnancy finally takes its toll on her, leaving both Spencer and Reader to navigate through rough waters from miles away.
Something Borrowed, Something Blue: Despite her engagement to someone else, Spencer grapples with the reality that he’s in love with SSA Reader when he sees her in her wedding dress.
Tequila Sunrise: When Spencer drinks tequila for the first time, Reader takes on the responsibility of tending to the lightweight himself. In the midst of his drunkenness, he confesses a secret he never thought he’d share with another soul - much less Reader.
Be Forever Young: After Penelope’s resignation from the BAU, she attempts to set up her tech protégé, Reader, with Reader’s intellectual match yet much older counterpart - Dr. Spencer Reid.
Angst:
Daddy Issues: While tending to Reid’s wound he obtained in a bar brawl, Reader finds out about his true feelings but not without the hurtful mentioning of Reader’s daddy issues.
More Than You Know: After Reader goes through a life-threatening situation, the only person who can help her is the person that landed her in the situation in the first place - Spencer.
Little Did I Know: The night before Reader’s wedding, Spencer says three little words that change everything - Part 1, Part 2
Bratty: Reid must watch over Camille, who makes Reid’s job anything but easy for him.
Love & Other Drugs: Toxicologist Reader meets her match in the ever intriguing Doctor Reid. Part 1, Part 2
Malchance: First days are always bad, but Reader’s first impression of Spencer is even worse. Part 1, Part 2
Fighting Fire With Fire: Reader must lower her pride when a date goes wrong and the only one who can rescue her is her mortal enemy - Spencer Reid.
Spoiled Rotten: After Spencer went radio silent on Reader while he was in prison, their pride and stubbornness threatens to tear them apart forever. Reader’s forced to mourn the death of who they were and experience the inner turmoil of navigating who they are.
Screenplay:
Again and Again: After you and Spencer’s son Jason (named after Gideon) is born, Spencer makes the tough decision to leave the BAU.
Luck of the Universe: Years after Spencer saves Maggie’s life, they reunite unexpectedly. Maggie thinks it’s fate; Spencer does not. She says they’ll meet again, without intending to because of fate. They do meet again, but it’s when Maggie’s life is in danger and Spencer must save her . . . again.
Scenarios to Fall Asleep to:
Maid of Honor: In Savanna and Derek’s wedding, Reader is Savanna’s Maid of Honor and Spender is Derek’s Best Man.
Smut:
i ♡ u*: Reader and Spencer are trapped in the office during a thunderstorm.
The Unsaid*: Spencer and Reader spend Halloween doing something unforgettable.
Serendipity*: An FBI gathering brings Spencer and Reader back together after years of distance. This one night changes not only their future, but their perspective on the past. Part 1*, Part 2
Series:
Urges and Impulses (u+i) : Reid found her journal on the train - Part 1, Part 2, AUTHOR’S NOTE,
Match Made in Heaven: Following Diana Reid’s death, Scarlett and Spencer bond by remembering Scarlett’s late patient and Spencer’s late mother - Part 1,
Serpent of Eden*: Maybe he stole her innocence. Maybe she never had any . . . Reader’s one night stand with Spencer turns into a school year semester - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3,
The Bones*: Almost a year after Maeve’s death, Spencer reaches out to the recipients of Maeve’s donated organs to reconnect with his lost love. However, when the receiver of her heart, Reader, doesn’t write back, Spencer goes on a poorly-motivated mission to find her. Part 1, Part 2,
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The Way Of The Watch - Fool Me Once, Fool Me Twice 1 - Agent!Din x Reader
Summary: What happens when a blade of honour meets a blade of vengeance?
Warnings: Mention of blood, injury, flashback, nothing too much.
A/N: She’s back with a new series, finally 😌And another AU~ and yes, this is inspired by No Time To Die (the song)
Words: 838 - introduction piece
FMO, FMT Masterlist | Masterlist
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What did you want to be when you were a kid?
A vet?
A doctor?
Maybe you wanted to travel the galaxy, finding new species of animal that no one had discovered before.
Or maybe a spy, for a noble agency that worked in the shadows and protected the innocents from those who wanted to hurt them.
Din Djarin wanted to be an engineer. He wanted to fix up ships and cruisers, tinkering with the engines until they sung and hummed in harmony.
The whole of his childhood, he followed his father around, watching as he turned hunks of metal into working machines again, no matter the damage.
His father could turn his hand to any engine or droid and work his magic, which forever left Din enraptured.
His father had some kind of power and Din had wanted to be just like him.
He mimicked his fathers work, meticulously wrote down the facts he was taught in his little notebook which was smudged with engine oil.
The goal forever sat in his mind, fuelling his dreams and filling his days with new things to learn.
Until it all went wrong.
Until the day the droids attacked.
They swept through his village with no mercy, mowing down the people he had grown up with, those who had been a constant in his life. They waved to him in the street, called him over to ask him to fix little things here and there, and slipped him sweet treats when he went past.
They adored him… and now their blood coated his feet as he ran through the square, pulled by his mother and father before they bundled him in a hiding space.
For what seemed like hours, he hid and listened as his friends were ripped apart.
Listened to the screams, the gurgles and the sound of bodies hitting the floor.
He heard the pounding pulse of sentient feet, tearing apart his home whilst he cowered and cried.
Weak.
A coward.
When the light broke through the hole, he thought it was time for his life to end.
And despite his young age, he was ready for it.
It was fitting punishment for a coward, and he deserved to die and be with his family.
Only… the face that greeted him wasn’t the lifeless structure of a droid.
It was helmeted, a glossy visor muted by dust and smoke, obscuring the face beneath. It was a man, the broad shoulders protected by curved and moulded armour that shone like a beacon in the night.
Enemy? Or saviour?
At this point, Din didn’t care. He just wanted to be with his family again, with his mama making treats and his papa teaching him how to rebuild an engine.
The helmeted figure reached into the pit, coaxing his hand to Din, encouraging him forward.
Din stared up at the man, blankly, a turmoil growing inside his young mind.
Again, the man waved his hand to Din, looking over his shoulder then back at Din, “Come, child, quickly.” A deep voice, but softened, perhaps sorrowful?
Some inner instinct took over Din, because he saw his small hand slip into the mans as if watching someone else.
The helmeted saviour scooped Din out as if he weighed nothing, bringing him up into his arms.
And then they were flying.
Up, up, up - giving Din a full panoramic view of his village - or what was left of it.
Bodies littered the floor like leaves, torn down in whatever activity they were just partaking in.
He couldn’t see where his mother and father were - there was too much blood and smoke, too many of those helmeted people fighting the remaining droids.
The man who’d rescued Din held him tight, the jets on his back carrying them far above it all. “Close your eyes, young one. It’ll be over soon.”
Din’s voice sounded very far away to his ears as he spoke, “Where are we going?”
“To the Watch. To home.”
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An orphan, a coward, a foundling no more.
Now, a warrior. A watcher in the dark, a panther in the shadows, a snake in the grass.
A Mandalorian.
An agent of the Watch, sworn to defend the galaxy from harmful forces, from those who want to tear it apart.
No longer an orphan, no longer a coward.
This is the way of the watch.
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They made you a warrior, moulded you to be a blade in the dark, striking true and striking strong.
They turned you into a believer, in yourself and in the Way.
You swept in with smoke and daggers, drowning the enemy and bolstering the innocent.
But what happens when your blade is matched?
When you step into the darkness, only to find a void staring back at you?
Who do you fight when the enemy is everywhere? Watching every movement, matching every strike - preventing you from saving those who needed it?
What happened when the Way was no longer clear and darkness reigned?
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Summer Love
Pairings: Chanyeol x Y/N
Song reference/inspiration: August by Taylor Swift
Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst
A/N: So I've been listening to Taylor Swift a lot these days and I literally just found out about The Teenage Love Triangle thing in her Folklore album. It gave me inspiration to write this. 😄 It's been a while since I wrote for EXO so here's my first EXO fanfic for 2021! I hope I did Taylor Swift's song justice. Please let me know your thoughts~
You could hear the loud music playing at the club from a block away. You really didn’t plan on going out at all, too tired from your shift at the yogurt shop that you worked part time at. But your friends were insistent.
“God, I need a break,” you messaged your friends, ranting about how work was tiring. If there was one thing you learned about your work, it was that people come flooding in at the shop for frozen yogurt every summer. You couldn’t blame them for it, of course. The heat was unbearable, people would buy anything cold to beat the heat.
“Then let’s go to the club tonight!” Krystal messaged back.
You groaned. You should’ve expected she was going to say that. But the “break” you meant was more of “needing more time to rest” than a “I need a fucking drink.”
You were about to explain to her that you weren’t in the mood to drink but the rest of your friends had already agreed with her. You closed the group chat and massaged your head.
You knew your friends like the back of your hand so you expected them to give you reasons why you should go clubbing with them. Hell, they would probably even make a powerpoint presentation to convince you. And you have to ready yourself for that level of extra, hence, the head massage.
But your friends knew you the same way you knew them so when you didn’t reply after two minutes, they came to the conclusion that you didn’t want to go. You were, after all, the person who always replied instantly — whenever, wherever. Even at work, that’s why they have your schedule so they can avoid messaging you during your shifts.
By the third minute of silence, yes, you counted , a series of messages flooded your phone. As expected, their messages were reasons why you should go to the club with them. One, it was summer so there’s no school work to catch up on. Two, you don’t have work the next day so there’s no need to worry about getting a hangover. Three, alcohol, that’s enough explanation.
You snorted at that.
They listed plenty more reasons but the one that convinced you was that you haven’t seen them in a while since summer break started. So without reading more of their reasons, you replied with a simple, “Ugh, fine.”
When you entered the club, you immediately scanned the area to look for your group of friends. But instead of finding them, your breath hitched as your eyes locked with someone else. He was tall and gorgeous. And hot. Yeah, definitely hot. You shamelessly ogle at his form. From his silver locks to the chain necklaces he was adorned with to the thin white sleeveless shirt he was wearing that was tucked in his denim pants. It was like he wasn’t even trying with his style yet he looked tempting.
And if there’s one known fact about you, it was that you lacked self control.
If you knew you’d find a guy like him that night, you would’ve worn the short black dress you owned or your favorite red satin dress, instead of the gold mini dress you were wearing.
There was nothing really wrong about the dress you’re wearing. It fits you like a glove and it shows a generous amount of skin, but it screams sophistication and elegance. Something that was the opposite of you, but you liked to play pretend sometimes.
But still, red and black were the sexiest colors. Both sexually alluring — arousing, even. And those were what you needed him to see, to feel.
By the time you had shifted your eyes to look back up his handsome face, you saw that his eyes were still traveling over your body.
Okay, maybe gold was fine.
Before anything else could happen, however, Krystal, Lia, and Rose had tackled you in a hug. You wanted to roll your eyes at them. Talk about perfect timing. They started chattering off about how they missed you, oblivious to your encounter with the man.
Before they could whisk you off to the table they claimed, you stole another glance at the hot stranger. His eyes were still on you and you couldn’t stop the small smirk that crept into your face.
Your friends shared stories about what happened to them since summer break started, meanwhile you ranted about your work and how hectic it had been. As the conversation continued, alcohol came and went. Overall, it was fun hanging out with your over-the-top friends.
Every now and then you look at the hot stranger. You were tempted to just get up and go directly to him and just kiss him but not now when he was finally graced with the presence of his friend. Not now when your friends were still there with you.
Not yet.
When your friends got borderline drunk, they stood up and went to the dance floor. You knew then that they weren’t going to come back.
They were always like that when they got a hold of the liquid courage. By the time they’d dance off, they would find a man to spend the night with and not bother to say goodbye. And then the next thing you’ll know, they’ll be updating you on the group chat about how their night went. That’s what always happens every time you all go out clubbing so you were quite used to it.
You waved them off as they made their way to the dance floor. You downed another drink and found yourself looking over at the location of the hot stranger once again.
You watched as his friend got up and left him when he saw your friends heading to the dance floor. He’s probably interested in one of them. Or all of them. You didn’t know. You didn’t care.
Despite the distance, you could almost hear the sigh of relief your hot stranger released. Yes, you claimed him already. When he lost sight of his friend on the crowded dance floor, he immediately snapped his head to your direction. You smirked as he did so.
You made your way towards him. You could tell he was entranced with your body. The lust was written all over his face.
“Hey, stranger,” you greeted as you sat beside him. Your dress had hitched up and you didn’t bother adjusting it. Why would you when he was eyeing your legs like that? Like he’s one breath away to opening them up.
Once he’s gotten his fill on the sight of your legs, his eyes once again traveled the entirety of your body before settling his eyes on your face.
If only it wasn’t indecent to take him then and there, ugh.
“Chanyeol,” he introduced himself as he placed a kiss on your hand.
You hummed and told him your name, “So Chanyeol, I noticed you looked a little bit bored a while ago,” then you leaned in and whispered to his ear, “don’t you want to do something fun?”
He tilted his head so that his lips touched your neck when he talked and then placed his hand on your thigh, “My place is just around the corner,” was his answer.
He gave your leg a little squeeze before offering his hand to help you stand up.
The next thing you knew, he was fervently kissing you after he shut the door to his room. He tasted like cigarettes but also something sweet that you just can’t name. But the taste doesn’t really matter to you, what matters was how he was using his lips. And, god, was he good at using his lips.
His hands wandered around your body while yours trailed over his toned chest and abs. He grabbed your butt and slammed you to the door, bringing his erection closer to your pussy.
You instinctively rubbed against him, moaning at the much needed friction. He brought his lips to your neck and nibbled your sensitive skin.
Then he slipped his hand under your skirt, feeling your damp panties.
“Please Chanyeol,” you moaned.
“Please what?”
“Please touch me.”
“Are you sure?”
You huffed but said, “Never have I ever been so sure.”
He moved your panties to the side and slid a finger in you. “You’re so wet, babe,” he said as he pumped his finger in and out of you.
“Chanyeol, hng, more.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He added another finger while you cursed at how good it felt. He was leaving kisses all over your neck, you were pretty sure you’d be painted with reds and purples by the end of the night.
You were in a daze but you weren’t just going to let him do all the work. Your hands quickly went on to undo his belt and his pants. You freed his hard shaft from the offensive garment and gave it a few strokes. Then you spit on your palm and finally gave the attention his cock deserved.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” he mewled.
You went back to kissing him after his statement. It was like there was an unspoken agreement between the two of you — both of you wanted to get on the bed — so he carried you there, never once pulling away from the kiss.
As your bum touches his mattress, he immediately strips himself of his clothes while you shimmied out of your dress.
You were able to remove only your dress when he locked his lips with you once again. He laid you down on the bed, his left hand groping your breast.
When he pulled back, he took his time in scanning your body. You bit your lip to prevent a whine from the sudden lack of contact.
“You’re so sexy, babe. I want to fuck you so badly.”
“Then do it, Chanyeol.” You looked up at him.
The sight was something to behold. Chanyeol on top of you, naked — his skin glistening with sweat, and the light makes him look perfect. His muscles were flexing as he breathed. The sight increased your arousal by tenfold.
You rubbed your cunt to his shaft to grab his attention since he was back to ogling your body. The action snapped him out of his trance and he quickly unhooked your bra and removed your panties, throwing them somewhere in the room. He took your right nipple in his mouth and sucked while he squeezed your left boob. On reflex, you arched your back as he gave attention to your breasts. He shifted between your two mounds. You moaned in delight from the sensation.
Once he was satisfied with his work, he abruptly inserted two fingers to your core. You cried at the sudden intrusion. He expertly fingered you. You closed your eyes and relished on the way he was making you feel.
You felt him shift but he didn’t stop the onslaught to your cunt so you paid no attention to this. You released a whimper when all of a sudden he slipped his fingers out of you. You peeked at him, ready to scold him because he pulled out just when you were about to cum. But what greeted you was the view of Chanyeol putting on a condom.
“Sorry babe, I couldn’t wait anymore. I need to be inside you,” he said, not a hint of regret in his tone.
You gulped as you saw his big, veiny cock. “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he promised.
Then he shoved his dick to your pussy. “You’re so fucking tight.”
You grit your teeth, he was big and you felt so full. He waited a while for you to adjust to his size when he bottomed out.
“Fuck me, Chanyeol,” you begged.
The moment the words slipped out of your mouth, he obliged and pounded into you. His thrusts were so powerful that you couldn’t help but moan and gasp. He shifted a little, the position let him adjust his pace to a much faster one.
Lewd, sinful noises came out of your mouth as he fucked you hard, fulfilling his promise. “Who’s making you feel this good?” He asked cockily.
“Y-you are,” you stuttered.
“Say my name.”
“Cha-Chanyeol. Fuck. You make m-me feel so g-good Chanyeol.”
He was driving you to your climax so fast from his ministrations. You were clenching on his cock the closer you got to your release. His hand found its way to your clit and he rubbed it.
You spasmed as you reached your high. Chanyeol was quick to follow after a few harsh thrusts. After he came, he stood up to throw the used condom and grabbed a wet towel to clean you up. He was so gentle at doing it and you found yourself closing your eyes at how relaxing it was. The tiredness from work and the sex caught up with you. You didn’t even intend to sleep yet, but when you closed your eyes, nothing stopped you from falling asleep.
Chanyeol was nice enough not to kick you out after the sexual encounter. You thank the gods above that you woke up before Chanyeol did, because you knew it would be too awkward if he woke up before you. This was supposed to be a one night stand after all.
You slowly got out of bed, careful not to wake Chanyeol from his slumber. You quickly put on your clothes, well, as fast as your aching body could anyway. You tiptoed out of his room and left.
There wasn’t any need to write a note for him or whatever. Sure, the sex was good, amazing even, but you know nothing about him aside from his name and address. He could be a completely different person when he’s sober, you’ll never really know.
But fate had other plans for the two of you.
It was a week after that event that you saw Chanyeol again. You were driving home, taking in the view of the city. He was walking slowly, seemingly lost in thought, under the streetlights two blocks away from the yogurt shop you worked at.
You debated on whether or not to call him. He looked quite distant and lonely. If you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings, you wouldn’t have thought that it was Chanyeol.
This Chanyeol looked the opposite of the Chanyeol you met at the club. There wasn’t any trace of cockiness. Even the smile you saw that he easily gave away to his friend was gone.
As if your body has a mind of its own, you found yourself pulling up and rolling down the window, “Chanyeol!”
He whipped his head to look at you, shocked. It kind of seemed like he saw a ghost. You chuckled.
“Get in, let’s drive!”
Normally, you wouldn’t be doing this. Chanyeol was a stranger after all, but oddly, he did feel familiar.
He looked reluctant but eventually he gave in. The car ride was quiet. You didn’t mind though, you like the silence so you didn’t attempt to break it.
Initially, you didn’t have any destination in mind, you were just driving aimlessly. You thought you were making random turns but then you realized you were going to the quieter parts of the city and into the location you’d always go to when you were feeling blue. It was fitting, Chanyeol did look like a darker shade of blue after all and no, you weren’t talking about his physical appearance.
You stopped your car by the cliff overlooking the city. There, everything looked small and less overwhelming. When you were there, it always made you feel like your problems were trivial things and it calmed you down.
You stepped out of the car, sat on the hood and watched as the sun set. The sun was giving the busy city a golden glow.
After a few minutes, Chanyeol got out of the car as well and sat beside you, taking in the view of the city. For the first time since you picked him up, a genuine smile had made its way into his face.
“Thank you,” he mumbled, never taking his sight away from the beautiful view.
You looked over at him, his features looked like he was relaxed. His blue faded and changed into a warm yellow. He looked better like that.
“Yeah, no problem.”
The both of you stayed there until the sky had turned black and it was the city lights’ turn to shine.
“Come on, Chanyeol, let’s head back.”
“Right.”
You were a block away from Chanyeol’s flat when he spoke up again. “Sorry I took up your time.”
“It’s fine. I didn’t have anything to do anyway,” you said nonchalantly.
By the time you reached his place, you turned to him, “So—”
You didn’t even get to finish whatever you were about to say when he cupped your face and kissed you. You were surprised but you kissed back anyway. And just like the first time you met him, you ended up tangled in his sheets, begging him to fuck you.
The third time you met him it was probably the hottest day of summer. You were in the mall to cool down. You’d rather be there than use the air conditioner in your room and take extra shifts to pay for the electricity.
You were wandering inside the mall, just looking through different shops and avoiding any crowded area in general.
“What are you doing?”
You got startled at the sudden sound.
“Chanyeol? What the fuck, I almost dropped this mug because of you!” You exclaimed.
He chuckled, “Sorry. It’s just that I noticed you looked a little bored.”
Oh, so he was using your lines now. You raised your brow and crossed your arms, waiting for what he’s going to say next. But the action only emphasized your breasts and of course Chanyeol just had to look.
“Don’t you want to do something fun?”
You smirked, “Only if it doesn’t involve sweating.”
“I can work with that.”
And work with that he did. You ended up being bent over under the shower as he fucked you relentlessly.
The only difference with this encounter from the rest was the piece of paper you found in the pocket of your shorts. Scribbled there was his number and a simple “Thank you.”
You didn’t even hesitate to message him as soon as you found it. He replied in an instant and surprisingly, he was pretty decent to talk with. You don’t talk about the nights of passion, but you do talk about yourselves.
For the first time since you met him, he was shedding his layers, and this time, these layers weren’t his clothes.
The next time you met up, it was intentional. One day he called, “Meet me behind the mall.” He didn’t have to ask twice, you’d go regardless.
By the time he arrived, he was riding a motorcycle. He shook his head as he removed his helmet. Then he ruffled his silver hair.
God, he was attractive.
“Hop in, babe,” he said as he hands you another helmet.
You grinned. It was your first time to ride a motorcycle and you couldn’t stop your excitement from showing.
He drove to an abandoned parking lot and for a moment you were confused. “What are we doing here?”
“Don’t you want to do something fun?” He smirked.
Your eyes widened. You definitely didn’t want to do that here.
He only laughed at your reaction. “I’m kidding! I mean, technically, I’m not.”
Your brows had furrowed. “Huh?”
“I’ll teach you how to ride this baby,” he said as he patted his motorcycle, “It’ll be fun.”
You squealed. “Really?”
He rolled his eyes but he had a faint smile, “Yeah.”
Chanyeol was a great teacher, but you liked to tease him so you purposely acted like you couldn’t understand him. You could tell his patience was wearing thin after two hours of him teaching you to no fruition.
“Okay, okay, let me try. Like, alone now,” you said.
He frowned, obviously unimpressed with your statement. Of course, he’d react that way, it was his baby, you just might crash it.
“I promise I’ll do my best,” you pleaded.
“Fine,” he reluctantly said.
“Thank you!”
You grinned at him as you got ready while he only pouted. But the pout had been replaced with a look of surprise when you finally rode and drove his bike.
And by the end of the day, his motorcycle wasn’t the only thing you got to ride.
The next few times you met up, you always ended up beneath him. But there were also days when he’d take you out — to a diner that was barely visited by people, to an arcade somewhere downtown, to the cliff overlooking the city.
Dates with Chanyeol were fun and weren’t overwhelming at all. He never brought you to places with too many crowds. It was intimate, the moments were shared between only the two of you.
It got to a point where you basically spent everyday with him. You would even cancel plans with your friends, just waiting for his call. Before you knew it, you were falling for him.
What sealed your feelings was the time he brought you to their beach house where you both spent the day swimming and chasing each other around.
“I want you,” he said as the night came.
Wanting was enough for you.
By the time you were both panting after the sexual activity, he turned his back to you and looked out the window, his facial expression as calm as the sea. You thought you had him then. You thought he was yours and you were his.
That is until you saw him at a record shop. You were there first, scanning through sections, looking for the 5 Seconds of Summer CD you wanted to purchase for so long. You paid no attention to your surroundings, too busy with your task.
And then you heard Chanyeol’s name being mentioned by a guy. Curiously, you hid behind a shelf and peeked. Chanyeol was there and you unconsciously smiled at the sight of him.
“Chanyeol, dude, be honest, are you seeing Y/N?”
Chanyeol looked confused. “Who’s Y/N?”
Your heart dropped at his answer.
“Don’t act so clueless.”
“I don’t know any Y/N.” He looked genuinely at a loss.
“Inez told me she saw you and Y/N at the arcade a couple of weeks ago. Did you even break up with your girlfriend?”
Your vision was already blurry when he said he didn’t know you but you tensed up at his friend’s question.
Chanyeol has a girlfriend?
You didn’t bother staying there to listen in to their conversation anymore. Your tears had already started falling so you quickly rushed out of the shop, keeping your head down low.
There were a lot of thoughts running through your mind.
“Chanyeol didn’t know my name… Is that why he only called me babe or kitten?”
“Chanyeol has a girlfriend and he cheated on her with me.”
“Was his girlfriend the reason why he only brought you out to secluded areas? Meeting only behind the mall? Driving to the quieter parts of the city to hang out?”
You were so frustrated at him and at yourself. You let him charm you. You let him worm his way into your heart. You let him make you fall in love.
So much for summer love.
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Rossi/his 3 wives
demon slayer brainrot literally just thinking ab tengen and his three wives
AJHLSAGS ok like all of them?? okokok
i think the story w rossi and his first wife was actually crazy. like that took me out. i wasnt expecting it at all coming from his character but i really really liked it. before they always kind of wrote that their marriage struggled bc of the job but i think it would be so so much more interesting if it really was bc of the child that they lost. sure dave’s always been captivated by his work but i think he was probably like early s1 hotch where he just cant wait to go home and smooch his wifey or whatever. but then after the stillborn things just get tense. they both blame themselves, rossi spends more and more time at work, which usually she would’ve been understanding of but now they use it as an excuse to argue. they still love each other but they just cant handle the tragedy looming over them like that
rossi’s fantastical summer w the diplomat… i mean whatever i guess. its a trope. im not obsessed w it but it probably makes sense for his character. what makes her exciting for ME is that we know she was an international diplomat working in france. and i just think it would be so so funny if an early 20s emily is on a rampage fuckin all her mom’s employees/coworkers and took this middle aged milf on a RIDE. idk when they find out that emily’s fucked one of rossi’s ex wives but i think emily has SO MUCH FUN WITH IT.
rossi and krystall (she’s the only one i remember the name for aksjhg bc they spell her name like four times). when rossi lowkey boasts ab having three ex wives he does it in a way that implies he genuinely did crash and burn in three relationships, so it feels cheap that one was a summer fling and one was a vegas wedding that was annulled the next day. i do think its definitely on brand for rossi, but i wish he had an actually serious relationship with another wife. four wives for rossi!! ok anyway i liked krystall more when she was just a story, like when they bring the actual character in… idk maybe its just bc i still dont understand why anyone (even middle aged women) would ever find old rossi attractive, so i dont like that he seems to rekindle all of his old flames at one point or another. like. rossi fucks a lot but hes not THAT good in bed
#emily HAS fucked mrs. rossi no 2 and i will die on that hillaskjhdlsjkd#its just soooooo funny#asks#david rossi#emily prentiss#endgame spoilers
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I’m Dreaming Of A White Christmas (spencer reid/reader)
Title: i’m dreaming of a white christmas
Request: no
Couple: spencer reid/baker!gen-neutral!reader
Category: fluff
Content Warning: literally nothing, unless there’s swearing (but I don’t think there is this time)
Word Count: 2414
Summary: Spencer is away for a work trip and might not make it home in time for Christmas, leaving the reader alone for the holidays. Until Spencer comes home with a surprise
A/N: i literally re-wrote this and made it work for spencer. it was written from when i hardcore stanned queen (written for roger taylor) o.o so please bear with me. Also, who said it was too early for christmas/holiday one-shots… anyways, thank you everyone for the love and support! check out my masterlist!
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“I’m dreaming of a white… Christmas,” I whispered to myself, mixing in chocolate chips to the plain dough, “Just like the ones I used to know,” I cocked my head to the side before sticking my pinkie into the dough to eat some. I’m sure if Spencer were here, he’d tell me that raw egg can get you incredibly sick. But, he wasn’t here, so who’s to stop me from doing it?
“Where the treetops glisten and children listen,” Bing Crosby continued as I began humming and scooping the dough onto a cookie pan. “To hear sleigh bells in the snow,”
“The Snow,” I whispered before turning to look at the oven. I slid the pan into the oven before making a mug of hot chocolate. The only thing that would make hot chocolate better would mini marshmallows and a God-Awful cheesy Christmas movie (or keeping the Chistmas Music on instead because I’m lazy).
With my mug in hand, I walked back to the living room… Where a small pile of gifts sat on the ground beside the coffee table, waiting to be wrapped by yours truly. In all honesty, I hated wrapping presents… For anyone even. I just can’t wait to see the look on Spencer’s face when he opens his present.
My present wasn’t anything special… Jennifer had taken a candid photo of Spencer and I at one of Rossi’s infamous get togethers at his place. I was sitting on his lap, with his arms wrapped around my waist. We were both laughing, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it was at something Penlope said, or Luke said. It was one of my favorite photos. Thrown into a nice photo frame, it should be his favorite present.
“I should get on that… Before Spencer gets home… if he gets home in time for Christmas.” I whispered, sitting on the ground behind the coffee table. I set the coffee mug on the coffee table before grabbing the first gift.
“I saw mommy kissin’ Santa Claus,” Michael Jackson's, of the Jackson 5, high pitched voice played through radio. “Underneath the mistletoe last night…”
I picked up my mug and the wrapped photo before standing up. I placed the gift under the small tree and smiled softly, looking at the perfectness of my life. The tree, the perfect tree that I had to fight Spencer to let me put up, was lit up with white lights and decorated with perfect ornaments. The pile of gifts that sat under the tree was slowly expanding, from one gift to eight.
“More hot chocolate,” I sighed deeply, dumping out the chunky, no longer hot, hot chocolate into the sink and turned the tap on to rinse out the dirty mug.
“Something something something, Christmas,” I smirked and shut the water off before dumping the nasty water into the sink and making another glass. The timer on the oven behind me started ringing, causing me to turn around and pull the cookies from the oven.
“Christmas Cookies, for the gift-bringer,” I looked at each cookie before scooping one on to a napkin and returning back into the living room, continuing to wrap the stupid gifts. One for Jennifer, one for Emily, one for Matt, one for Luke, one for David, one for Tara, and two more for Spencer. I returned to my spot on the ground behind the coffee table before taking a bite of my cookie and sipping my hot chocolate. I picked up a small box that contained a present for Luke.
“I'll have a blue… Christmas without you,” Elvis Prestley's voice came smoothly across the radio. My smile slowly turned into a frown and I could feel a certain sorrow grow in my stomach.
“And I'll be so blue… just thinking about you.” I softly sang along before pushing the box to the tree. I sighed and let the music continue on it’s own. The mess, paired with the pile, just kept growing. And I still had a mess to clean in the kitchen from the cookies. I lulled my head back so it was resting on the couch, and I closed my eyes.
“You've always had a pretty singing voice,” A voice came from behind me. I jumped lightly at the voice, because I wasn’t expecting anyone other than me in the house. I opened my eyes before turning around to see who was in my home. I should have just know who it was, because the only person who has ever heard me sing was Spencer.
And, I was right, Spencer was standing in the doorway, holding a red and white bag in one hand and a smaller, wooden box in the other. His hair was pushed under a Santa hat, loose strands of hair were hanging in front of his face. His face was turning a light, rosy pink color because of how cold it was outside. And it honestly took everything in me not to laugh at him.
“You’re home!” I exclaimed as I struggled to stand. Spencer laughed at me once I finally stumbled to my feet.
“You know they won't care if their presents are wrapped or not,” he spoke as he looked at the pile around me. I ignored his comment before running up to him. I threw my arms around his neck and laughed into the nape of his neck. He laughed as he shoved his hands into his pockets,
before wrapping his arms around my back. He looked at me and smiled.
“What are you doing home?” I asked, placing my hands on his cheeks. The palms of my hands were hot as the pressed against his very cold cheeks. He looked down at me with a joyful glimmer in his eye and a smile on his lips. “When did you get in? Penelope was supposed to text me! She was supposed to let me know so I could… So I could clean!” I gestured behind me to the mess in the living room, ignoring the mess in the kitchen.
“We just got in a little while ago, I told Penelope not to tell you,” Spencer smiled at me before pressing his lips to mine. I hummed against his lips and smiled. “Figured I'd surprise you for Christmas,” he pulled away from me and whispered.
“Well, you're just in time. I made cookies,” I stated, going to step away from him but failing when he held onto me tighter. I looked at him and placed my hands on the center of his chest. He looked down at me with a small smile.
“Oh, I missed your baking,” Spencer whispered, bringing a hand to stroke a strand of hair away from my face. I smiled and cocked my head to the side. “But I missed you the most,” he poked my nose. I wrinkled it before sticking my tongue out.
“I missed you too. You were gone for 3 weeks!” I scoffed, reaching for his hand and pulling him into our apartment. Spencer stumbled over the threshold as he followed inside me. I could just hear him mocking me for how well decorated our home was for the holidays. I smiled to myself.
“Emily kept telling me you guys weren't going to be home till well after Christmas,” I pointed out as I reached to grab the two presents I just wrapped. I sat on the couch, the two gifts still in hand, and looked at him. Spencer smiled at me as he placed the bag and box on the coffee table. He sat down beside me and looked right at me. Where as I eyed up the small box on the table for half a second.
“I may or may not have instructed her to tell you that we weren't going to be home till then. I wanted to surprise you,” he smiled at me. I felt butterflies grow in the pit of my stomach. That feeling never went away and I love every moment I have them because when I have them, I’m with Spencer. He’s honestly the only person who can do that to me too.
“Well, if I had known you were coming home early, I would’ve made dinner! We’ll just have to have cookies to eat!” I exclaimed, looking around at the slight mess in the living room from my wrapping of presents. Spencer laughed as he looked around.
“If the mess doesn’t bother you, then it doesn’t bother me,” he whispered once he looked back at me. Part of me knew that was a lie… Okay, all of me knew that was a lie.
“Everyone got you something. I just barely had time to get you something,” he stated as he struggled to get his jacket off. He threw it over the back of the couch.
I smiled as I watched him stick his hand into the bag and pulled out a large box and placed it on the table in front of the wooden one. He then pulled out a stuffed unicorn with an assortment of colored things and placed it on the couch between us, “Well, this one’s from Penelope,”
“I wish she got me something useful,” I laughed as I picked up the gift.
“This is from Matt and Kristy, he said Kristy picked it out so he doesn’t even know what it is,” he pulled out a box. I raised an eyebrow before pulling the lid off. A mug with a blend of tea was sitting wrapped in some tissue paper.
I don’t really know why everyone on the team got me something. It really wasn’t necessary. I suppose I am giving them gifts, so it’s only fair. Along with the mug and tea, and the unicorn, I got a small bottle of whisky from Tara, a fancy cookbook from Emily, as well as a not as fancy cookbook from Jennifer, and the only really practical gift was from Luke, which was a knife and can of pepper spray.
“What about Dave?” I asked as I placed the pointy knife down on the coffee table.
“Uh, well, this is from Dave and Krystall,” He pointed at the box on the coffee table. I furrowed my eyebrows before picking up the box. I pulled the wrapping paper off and tossing it to the ground with the rest of the mess. A brand new kitchen aid mixer.
“He’s out of his goddamn mind, I’ll tell you that.” I rolled my eyes as I looked at the box. I was happy for the new stand mixer, but I wasn’t expecting to get one from a close friend.
“He was buying stuff for Krystall and Joy and asked me if you needed a new one. I was too busy thinking about what I was going to get you… So he didn’t get a real answer,” Spencer cringed as he looked up at me. I smiled and laughed.
“Well, its appreciated either way.” I chuckled as I looked back at the box. I honestly couldn’t wait to use it to make something from one of the two cookbooks I got. “I can’t wait to use it,” I chuckled to myself. Roger laughed.
“I’m not entirely sure why he went so… out there with gifts for you. I told him something simple would have worked,” Spencer looked at me with a smile.
“Probably because I’m his favorite baker,” I looked at Spencer and smiled. He laughed and shook his head. “Well, my present to you is probably better than what you got me,” I smirked before handing over the two gifts to Spencer.
“I seriously doubt that,” he snickered. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. He’s always been secretive, and I’ve always hated it. But he always knew how to surprise me.
“I have something else, but this one’s more important,” I waved of the box with his name that was under the tree. Spencer smiled before looking at the brown paper package.
“Are you sure?” He asked, picking at the seams. I smiled and nodded, getting impatient with him playing with the paper instead of ripping the thing open. “Alright,” he smiled at me, nodding lightly before pulling the paper off the box. He gently wiggled the lid off and picked up the photo.
“Jennifer sent it to me, it’s one of my favorites,” I smiled as he looked at the photo. He smiled as he ran his finger over the photo. His fingers lingered over my face for a moment before he looked up at me.
“It was right after a case. You guys were gone for forever! Rossi invited everyone, significant others and kids included, over for dinner and relaxation,” I looked down at the photo and smiled, “Someone had just said a really stupid joke, so we were just laughing at it. But, we literally couldn’t leave each other alone,” I looked at him and smiled. Spencer smiled back at me before pressing his lips to mine. “It’s my favorite picture,” I whispered against his lips.
“If it’s your favorite picture, then it’s also mine,” He smiled at me, setting the photo up on the coffee table. He grabbed the box and looked at it a few times before looking back at me. “I love you,” he smiled at me, keeping his eyes on me and his voice a soft whisper. Clicking from the lid of the box caught my attention, causing me to look down, but not for very long.
“Wha-what is it?” I asked with a small smile on my lips. He looked at the box and let out a sigh. “I love you too, Spencer, but you’re killing me with this anonymity,” I laughed as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I pulled him closer to me before kissing him again. Spencer laughed before pulling away from me.
“Marry me,” he flipped the box open and lifting it to show me what sat inside. A perfect ring sat in the middle of it. A small diamond was embedded in the center with a pearl on either side. I blinked at him, my mouth opened slightly. I slowly brought my hand to my mouth, nodding slowly. He smiled before sliding the ring on my finger.
“Of course I’ll marry you,” I whispered as I looked down at the ring before looking back up at him. He smiled before pressing his lips back to mine. “Is it even a question?”
“I just had to make sure,”
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Do you think kyungsoo album will have anything about his and jongin relation since he writes a song and most of the songs are love songs
I don't know. Tbh I'm not a "Couple items" or "lyrics meant to lover" person, in other words.. I don't believe in couple items and couple outfits blah blah and the Lyrics written to one another and lovestagram and captions meant to lover etc..
Coz most of the times it's just pure mere coincidence and ppl take it as a moment. Like couple items, most of the times it's just a trendy item that everyone has but shippers tend to relate it to their ship to prove its real and that they're really dating, also Like the Sky post Ji posted on his bubble every kaisoosist and Kaistal shippers and jenkai shippers went down for real for it and went crazy relating it to Ksoo's album theme which has a lot of sky, Kaistal shippers related it to the post Krystal posted with the wide protruding sky behind her , and the Jenkaiists related to Jennifer's latest posts about sky. So what?? Ji is dating all the three of'em?? Are they having a foursome affair?? Are they all dating e/o 😂 So i find it stoopid tbh.
Not everything Ji does or whenever he breaths that means it's for Ksoo Krys or Jenn 🤷🏻♀️ Wake up be logical folks!
Also the captions?? Every Ji or Jenn or Kryst caption on their posts for their shippers it means something, that they're hinting to e/o! No! That's not always true! Idols aren't into all the lovestagram thingy coz they WANT TO KEEP IT LOWKEY NOT TO ATTRACT EYES TO THEIR AFFAIR AND LOVE LIFE 💁🏻♀️
So please not every captions Ji or Jenn or Kryst posts is abt Ksoo or e/o please stop this!
Also those delulu fans who go around in lives and Ask Ji and Jenn and Krys (or any other idol) "Touch ur hair if u love Ksoo" " "Rub ur nose if you miss krystal" "Scratch ur neck Jenn if u still dating Kai" "turn around if kaisoo is real" !! THAT'S STOOPID STOP IT! STOP EMBARASSING URSELVES!
Ofc every person would scratch their neck and touch their hair or rub their nose if it's itchy during a live! I touch my hair and neck all the time while speaking to ppl it's a habit doesn't mean I'm dating Ji! Also turning around?? You cant stay still during a long ass live ofc you will move and turn around and do a lot of stuff! Ur not a robot! Idols ain't a robot. So pls stop this.
I believe in what I see only. Not what I can't see , which is what's on their minds.
Not every song someone writes means something to them or that they lived that experience 💁🏻♀️ Sam Smith only writes about breakup songs and departure of a lover and betrayal of a lover but he was always in a relationship happy and healthy during those times he wrote those songs 🤷🏻♀️ but maybe it was from his past maybe not 🤷🏻♀️ Maybe he never experienced those feelings that he conveyed in his songs.
For example I write fanfics with terribly angsty scenarios and tragic tragedy but I never experienced those feelings not have I ever lived them 🤷🏻♀️
I wrote about Breakups and heart breaks and divorce and death of a lover with much feelings and deep meaning but I never experienced those things 🤣 But my stories are so sad and depressing someone might say I'm a suicidal person while I wrote them when I'm happy or drunk 😂
Anyway it's possible that he wrote something abt Ji 🤷🏻♀️
Let's hear his album first and analyse the lyrics later.
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Fic Year in Review 2020 edition
I was tagged by my wonderful friend @kmomof4. Thank you for being one of my biggest encouragers, along with @xsajx, to write as much as I did last year!
Total number of completed stories: 4 complete stories, plus 6 outtakes for Devastation and Healing, and credit for High Confessions and What Came Next, which Krystal wrote for my birthday, but was kind enough to allow me to add to an already perfect story.
Total word count: 118,481 which includes the 1403 words I added to Krystal’s story.
Looking back, did you write more, less, or about what you expected this year? Well, considering that I swore I would never write another story after an OS that I wrote in 2018 to add to a story by @kymbersmith-90, I guess I’d have to say about 118,481 MORE words than I expected to write!
What’s your own favorite story of the year? That’s like asking me to choose my favorite child! (Don’t tell my kids, but my favorite is my dog Zeke!) I guess I’ll have to go with Devastation and Healing, just because it ended up being 24 chapters and 6 outtakes long, which is far more than I ever thought I was capable of writing. The Prologue for it is my favorite thing that I’ve ever written, and I still don’t know how I came up with it! Plus, it was my first angsty story and required a lot of support from several of my friends (and one friend’s husband!), as well as excellent beta services from @hookedmom, who has been my loyal beta for nearly every one of my stories. I really love the version of Emma and Killian that I created for this story.
Do you have any fanfic goals for the next year? I’m currently 5 chapters into a new story, for which I’ll be posting a sneak peek on January 30 for Captain Swan January Joy. The tentative title is Sowing Seeds of Trust and will focus on homeless Emma. After the sneak peek goes up, I’ll start a regular posting schedule, hopefully.
Most popular story of the year? This is like comparing apples to oranges, because Devastation and Healing (along with its outtakes) got the most hits by far, but it was also 24 + 6 chapters long, whereas the others were all one-shots. Out of those (and I’m not counting Krystal’s story because I only added a short section so I shouldn’t get the credit), Time Alone got the most hits, and The Mystery Carver of Storybrooke got the most kudos. Of course, Snowstorm Confessions hasn’t been up for very long, so it might go surging ahead.
Story of mine most underrated by the universe, in my opinion? I’m going to cheat on this one, because it’s from 2019, and go with Reception Redos and Jellymoons. This was my first MC and it’s all fluff and sweetness, but it never drew the readers that I was hoping it would.
Most fun story to write? I’ll have to say it was The Mystery Carver of Storybrooke because I wrote it, with @kymbersmith-90‘s help, as a gift for our good friend @kmomof4‘s birthday. Snowstorm Confessions was also a lot of fun because it was for CS Secret Santa and gave me a chance to get to know @girl-in-a-tiny-box.
Biggest surprise: That ANYBODY took the time to read my stories when there are so many excellent authors and CS fics out there!
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Tagging: all wonderful authors who want to reflect on their writing from 2020.
#tag games#fic year in review#2020 edition#jrob64#devastation and healing#the mystery carver of storybrooke#snowstorm confessions#time alone#high confessions and what came next#reception redos and jellymoons
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So... I read Jessica Jung’s Shine!
Hey guys! After so much drama to read this book I finally made it!! And here I am to talk a bit about my impressions with less spoilers as possible. Who’s excited?
So, basically, the book is written in Rachel’s (I will refer to her as non Jessica) POV and talks about her path to stardom into Kpop debut. She faces a lot of obstacles and drama and shows this road is not as easy as some people may think.
When we read the first pages we have the impression her group already debuted and will show drama related to the formed group. But it’s not true. She spent seven years into DB company (non SM) concealing her life with practice and studies. If she hadn’t her family with her (mother, father and Leah/non Krystal), her journey would be pretty lonely. I mention that because she doesn’t have many friends as a trainee. Actually her “enemies” (or frenemies) are more constant than possible friendships in this world. Which is a heavy critic regarding the competition that surrounds Kpop universe. Although it must not be accurate to all idols, considering some may create real bounds. Or can they really? The book questions this a lot and since we see everything through non Sica’s eyes, we are sure those people she’s involved with are far from being her friends.
But, in other hand it makes us reflect about the idols we know and stand. What’s the boundary between their relationships on and offscreen? Are they friends or even family like they preach or just work colleagues? Or they simply hate each other? The last part of the book shows it in a such brilliant way that compensated for the first half of the novel.
Jessica Jung (or the ghostwriter who condensated this, who knows) can be a sublty writer, showing clues that will be important later. Some scenes I found extremely cliché and made me think about give up. But later some of this cliché were explained later and it blowed my mind. So, yeah, Shine can be more than ir reveals on the surface.
The characters aren’t one sided. We see many layers of the most important of them like non Jessica, Jason (who may not be a literal portrait of any idol, really) and Mina (as the antagonist that also may not be a literal portrait of any idol. Or not??). They are, in some sort, believable and if you know how Kpop world works, consider as real people struggling to be on top and doing everything to get there.
Another point that made me enjoy the book was how it was adapted to our era. Even when EXO members talk about their predebut days (Baekhyun did this at Radio Star last year) they mention how communication and diet were restrict and how newer trainees have more advantages than them at that time. It made me think about the time Jessica and the other SNSD girls were trainees with less technology and access like we have now. But she could talk about it well and, if it wasn’t for a lot of details that point for Jessica and Krystal as characters, we could believe it talks about someone else entirely different.
Maybe it’s the point that gets everyone in a positive or negative way. So, is everything she wrote true? Does the book spill tea? I believe there is, indeed, tea, although not the one people are looking for. At the aknowledgments, she thanked someone for listening her “many tea-spilling stories” (maybe the ghostwriter?). But, when I read, I felt the impression the reality surrounding the story was more focused on details regarding the company and many kpop fans are, somehow, aware of, than regarding facts surrounding people.
There are family points that I also believe that happened. At least some of them. E.g: Jessica actually has twin sister friends she met at school. And she also studied in a private school. And something makes me think Leah’s description fits Krystal smoothly (at least her 12 year old version).
The other parts seem too fanficished for me. I know about the competitiveness and secret dating but some things just seem made for the story to get more flavor and to move forward. But as fiction it’s entertaining.
So, do I advise people to read this? In general, yes why not? I feel like the romance construction is a bit off and there are lots of times the script cheates on non Jessica so she can get away from bad situations and there’s also questionable events that look too fictional to be real, but there are good points in it too. Talks about how have family by your side is important to hold you on bad times and support you and how you need to be aware of everyone else.
For a book with a title called “Shine”, it’s pretty gloomy but a needed point of view about the raising marker Kpop became.
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What’s you top 5 unpopular good girls ships?
I am eternally blessed, anon, because all my ships for Good Girls are pretty popular, haha. I’m all about Beth x Rio, Ruby x Stan, Dean x Suffering, Boomer x Grievous Bodily Harm! Even my non-canon ships like Annie x Nancy or Annie x JT are pretty popular!
So instead, I’m offering you five crack ships and I’ve written the scenarios where I think they could work, because I am a glutton for punishment, haha. One of them I actually want to write, but I’m not going to say which, because I don’t want anyone to peer pressure me into writing it, hahaha. (I have way too many WIPs!)
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1. Krystal x Lucy
Okay, SO, I accidentally wrote them into the pornstar au, and ever since the thought came to me, it’s latched on like a parasite! I love the thought of them both having someone in their corner in the way that we sort of know they don’t? Lucy really needed somebody who could fight for her and was more clued into the world than either herself or Max, and Krystal pretty clearly needs someone who’s kind to her. Plus Krystal would edge out some of Lucy’s cutesyness, while Lucy would ground Krystal, and idk! I just think they’d be cute!
Okay, scenario though – I’m thinking the Hill’s have a Christmas party. Lucy and Max have recently broken up and Beth feels bad for her, so invites her to be her plus-one (or, well, plus seventh after Rio and the kids), and the gesture’s a nice one, but Beth is instantly distracted by helping Ruby get the food out or with Jane and Marcus inevitably causing havoc, and so Lucy ends up wallflowering, watching everyone else just - - know each other, right?
And maybe Krystal sees her and maybe she’s a few drinks in already, so it’s not like it takes much to grab another cup of spiked eggnog and tumble against the wall beside Lucy. And maybe it’s awkward at first, because Lucy’s sort of weird, but maybe Krystal kind of likes that, and maybe Lucy compliments Krystal’s ugly snowman earrings, and Krystal really does think Lucy’s reindeer sweater is cute, and maybe Lucy falls a little in love when Krystal sings bawdy Christmas songs, her arm slung over Ruby’s shoulder, and Krystal falls a little in love when Lucy is unfairly good at drunk pictionary, and maybe it feels like they’ve known each other a lot longer than a night (and maybe they want to make sure they will).
2. Mick x Mary Pat.
Okay, okay, okay. Hear me out.
So it finally happens. Rio finds out who Mary Pat is, what she’s done – that she’s Beth’s rotten egg – and y’know, Rio isn’t playing around anymore. He wants to send Beth a message, and what better way to do that than to handle the third person she couldn’t after Turner and Boomer? So he sends Mick off with an order.
And so Mick watches for a few days – keeps an eye on her schedule, her routine, carving out a plan to handle her as smoothly as possible (he’s not Rio after all, he doesn’t hand guns to women he’s just kidnapped, y’know?) – and starts to get a sense of her. Sure, maybe he feels a little bad. She has a lot of kids, y’know? And always seems pretty frazzled, at the end of her rope, but sort of sweet. She goes to church, sings in a choir, makes pancakes from a box, sure, but she adds both choc chips and blueberries which is a pretty good combo, and maybe it’s hard to believe she’s swept up in all of this, but then it was hard to believe Mrs Boland and that sweet girl from Paper Porcupine had been too.
Still, Mick knows what he’s doing, y’know?
He’s not Rio. He’ll finish the job.
So he steals into her house late at night, moving down to her bedroom, intending to take her outside, handle her away from the kids at least, when suddenly a wild Mary Pat appears! Brandishing a huge knife.
Mick staggers back! Alarmed, and Mary Pat thrusts it at him, knowing exactly how long he’s been watching her and what does he think she is??? NEW to this??? She worked with the FBI! Okay, not -- not worked with them, but y’know, an agent was on her case for a while, and Mary Pat is not as stupid as her Uncle Larry told her that one time, and okay, Mick thinks, staggering back into his seat, eyes fixed on the knife Mary Pat is waving around at him.
You wanna talk this out?
It’s the wrong thing to say, because no, she doesn’t especially, and they just sort of stare at each other for a minute, trying to figure out what happens next when Billy wakes up and trots down the hallway, and he’s had a bad dream about the bad man, and for a minute, Mick thinks he’s talking about him, but then Mary Pat says something about how Boomer won’t ever step foot in this house again, and with the way she’s holding that knife, Mick is inclined to believe her.
And then, well, Billy asks for pancakes.
So that’s how Mick ends up eating pancakes with Mary Pat and three of her four kids at 2 in the morning, and y’know, he’s not a total asshole. He’s going to stay and help her clean up afterwards, and maybe it’s sort of nice, now that she’s put the knife down (although it is still in reaching distance, and honestly, he respects that), now that his gun’s back in his pants.
And well, he can’t exactly kill a woman who just made him pancakes, so he figures next time, only next time, Mary Pat’s already cooking, and then the time after that, she’s already set him a plate, and maybe the time after that, she kisses him, and maybe the time after that, he kisses her first, and at least when Rio asks, Mick can just give him a look, because it isn’t like he doesn’t have his own batshit crazy mother of four he can’t kill.
3. Rhea x Phoebe.
So, y’know. Phoebe’s good at her job.
Phoebe knows how to do a stakeout, to keep tabs, to collect intel. She revels in every part of the chase, every part of the puzzle, every part of the game of it all, because she knows that what she’s doing is right, she’s cleaning up the streets! Making the world a better place! But - - okay, she’ll be the first to admit that she already finds her marks exhausting.
Not so much Hill and Marks. They’re sort of fun to keep tabs on (and lowkey, Phoebe really does maybe daydream sometimes about what it might be like to sit on the couch and watch bad reality shows with them, drinking cheap wine and creamy, herb crusted cheeses). Even Boland is kind of awesome when she’s not with him.
Because the thing is, as soon as Boland and the Big Kahuna are together, everything just gets a little - - hm. What’s the word for it?
(”Nothing like watching a crime lord pull pigtails,” Henry had said on one stakeout, headphones on as they’d watched from afar as Big Kahuna had swung in close to Boland, said something that made her flush red and try to stamp on his foot. “Can’t wait until they graduate to passing notes. At least then there might be something we can use.”)
And, well. It’s not like he’s wrong.
So maybe she starts to get bored of watching the highschool antics of them (as has everyone else, she thinks, if the looks on their faces is anything to go by - including the hitman clearly trying to take one, or both of them out [and please, a little part of Phoebe thinks, watching as Big Kahuna drags a finger across the back of Boland’s knuckles, and Boland wait until he’s gone to order the most expensive liquor in the bar to Big Kahuna’s tab]). Maybe that makes her dig a little deeper.
Maybe that’s how she finds herself watching an under-9′s soccer game in a fold-out chair beside Big Kahuna’s baby mama. (She tells her she’s researching, so it’s not technically a lie, even if the cover of starting to coach a team of her own in the fall is a thin one).
And okay, maybe they hit it off. Which is kind of cool, Phoebe thinks, because it turns out Rhea is kind of cool (how she put up with Big Kahuna is a total mystery to her), and y’know, she’s actually pretty? LIke, pretty pretty. And nice, and totally normal, and maybe they get a coffee after the game, and catch a movie on the weekend, and maybe sometimes Phoebe forgets to fish about Big Kahuna at all, but that’s an easy mistake to make, and maybe Henry gives her a Look when he hears about it, but it’s nothing, Phoebe thinks.
She’s just doing her due diligence.
Being thorough, y’know?
I mean, who even knows when information could come out, and Phoebe’s just laying the groundwork anyway, she thinks, watching the line of Rhea’s neck, the purse of her lips, blinking rapidly when Rhea leans across the table, the curve of her breast visible beneath the thin fabric of her shirt, and says: “I know you’re a fed.”
And Phoebe splutters as Rhea keeps leaning forwards.
“I’m not going to tell you anything about him.”
And what can Phoebe say except okay, something in her chest tightening at - - at what, Phoebe has no idea. Just knows that Rhea’s so close she can feel the other woman’s breath on her cheek.
“I just want to be clear about that,” she tells her. “If we’re going to do this.”
And Phoebe blinks, owlish at Rhea, pulse rapid and mouth dry as she asks: “Do what?”
And well, it turns out Phoebe likes Rhea even more when she’s kissing her.
4. Greg x Dr. Josh.
Okay, so maybe two things happen.
Maybe it’s a party of something when Annie finally turns around and tells Greg about kissing her therapist, and honestly, Greg shouldn’t be surprised. This is what Annie does, after all, and telling her off never really gets him anywhere, so he pours them both another drink, and - - sure, maybe another.
Then maybe a few more.
Because it’s just like they’re in this loop, y’know? Him and her. Like she fucks up and it’s not like she expects him to clean up after her (he’s not Beth), but it’s like there’s something in Annie where she needs him to know about it, and that just really gets to him sometimes, because like, Annie’s not his responsibility just because they have a kid together. Besides, he has Nancy now, so it’s not like he needs Annie, and even thinking about Nancy sort of makes him want to go and find her, so then he’s drunkenly stumbling around this party, looking for that cape of perfect blonde hair, and okay, maybe that’s when the second thing happens.
Annie. Nancy. Closet. Necking. Maybe a shirt’s off? There’s a lot of like - - like mouths and hand stuff and Greg slams the door shut and maybe goes and lies on the grass outside for a while.
And okay, maybe it’s not a surprise either. Maybe this is also what Annie does too, but still, he stews on it, and then stews on it some more, and so what if he interrogates Ben for this therapist’s address, because like - - hadn’t Annie been going to him for months? How could this guy make everything worse.
And sure, maybe storming into the guy’s office, drunk on anger this time instead of beer, isn’t the best idea, but he’s just - - pissed, y’know? And maybe he yells at the guy about where he gets off, kissing patients. Making his patients kiss his wife, and okay, the guy’s pale at first, but then is sort of nice, and they sit on the beanbags and talk for a bit about Hurricane Annie, and actually, he’s finished work for the day, so maybe they should go get a beer or whatever?
And maybe later, when Josh drops a nervous hand to his knee and awkwardly closes the distance between them, when Greg’s kissing back, he does sort of wonder if he and Annie won’t always be pulling from the same pool.
5. Turner x Noah.
Come on. We all saw s2. There’s no way Turner didn’t offer a, ahem, hand to help Noah get over Annie.
#oh my god#this got so long#hahahaha#rip me#anyway#these were extremely fun to write#should i tag the pairings?#or should i leave them a surprise?#maybe i'll just tag the characters haha#jimmy turner#noah#greg#dr josh cohen#mary pat#mick#annie marks#nancy#beth boland#rio#phoebe donnegan#rhea#lucy#krystal#my fic#kind of#welcome to my ama#ask memes#Anonymous
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