#“’give this rose to either *other girl* or piper’

[thecaptainsgingersnap]

Okay now I have to ask, from that list I made or absolutely any other ideas, so you have any thoughts on crossovers between our ocs? 🥺

Omg! Hold onto your hat! This is gonna get weird!

Roni Tanner

Mia Queen- I feel like they could develop like kind of a sister-y relationship when the Gambit goes down since Oliver is kind of the brother Roni never had and she feels a duty to look out for his kid sisters.

Rose Smythe

Annika Webster- I see potential for superhero girl shenanigans! And also meddling and matchmaking attempts!

Kelsey Doyle- they seem to have similar vibes and I feel like they would be wonderfully chaotic together!

Kris Smythe

Sadie Maddox- I think these two could get along and maybe cause a little trouble together

Carli Tanner

Ophelia Wayne- she seems like exactly the kind of boss bitch Carli would love to have in her corner

Ruby Fitzherbert

Finley Rider- I feel like we could play up the angst with this. Sisters separated by circumstance and whatnot

Piper Pan

Finley Rider- I also see a lot of potential for mischief and shenanigans here

Winnie Pan- another possible awesome sister duo! I see a lot of adventure potential with these two

Regina Grimhilde

Violet Kingsleigh- I feel like these two could have similar paths of being sent to Auradon with ulterior motives then (presumably) realizing things aren't what they've always thought

Bobbi LaCosta

Jane Forester- I see a whole"best friend's brother" situation developing with them and Dean

Charlotte Howard-Danes- I'm seeing bonding over dancing and flighty absent moms!

Sam Gleason- with the way Miss Patty kind of mothers Kirk, I assume she does something similar with Sam. I see that leading to a sister/bestie bond

Lila Lupin

Gemini Black- I think these two could have a very interesting friendship. Their personalities seem like they would compliment each other will

Athena Prewett

Bobbie Fortescue- This could be an interesting pair. Both war orphans (well half orphan on Athena's side), both cousins of people directly In The Drama, both separated from their families by their sorting. I see kindred spirits here

Phoenix Dumbledore- I just wanna see what these two would get up to since the Beauxbatons stayed with the ravenclaws.

Venus Malfoy- Athena would be the friend supporting her to rebel against her parents.

Stella Knight

Atalanta Jackson- As the two girls closest to Jason I feel they're constantly tag teaming to keep him alive 🤣

Cassandra Aelius- People think Stella's kind of crazy for trying to tell the future using the stars so I feel like she would at least listen to her prophecies even if she doesn't always believe them

Alexa Cantwood

Crystal Solace- I feel like we've discussed these two before and I still want them to be besties

Elyana Chase- we're always here for half sister adventures!

Stella Beauregard- I think that these two would be friends. I also think Stella would see Alexa and Lucian and be like "Ugh you guys are disgusting" because that's how cute they are

Victoria Blofis- She seems so chill and I think that could have that kind of friendship you can only have with people you've known through all your awkward phases.

Gwen Macintosh

Brandy Hayes- I'm seeing these two being like parallel "one girl field agent" type of friends who can bond by laughing at/bitching about their teams together

Xenia Hart- I'm guessing she's Harry's daughter so I see them being best friends since babyhood and the ultimate agent team when their grown up. We'd either have to give one of them a new codename or we could play with the hilarity of two Guinevere's on top of the two galahads

Rikki Lane

Chloe Grace Routledge- I see these two acting as literally ALL of John B's impulse control.

Cody Maybank- These two and Kie would be terrifying together. I can already tell. I don't know why though.

Jo Clark- Rikki would totally be sympathetic to Jo running to the Cut to get away from her problems. They would bond over being kook defectors and Rikki would offer to let Jo stay with her or borrow clothes or anything

Sharon Henderson

Beth Munson (Thompson?)- I feel like Sharon would be like the Dustin to Nancy, Beth, and Barb's Mike Lucas and Will. The one who joined the squad late (sixth grade) but blended in flawlessly

Cara Henderson- can you say ultimate big sister duo? From what I can tell, Cara would be the athletic sister to Sharon's need sister and I love that!

Samantha Mayfield- They would totally team up to kick monster ass.

Sidney Hopper- These two and Jonathan would have totally been like the three musketeers growing up so I could see a besties turned worst enemies and back progression with them.

Stacy Byers- Similar to Sidney, I'm seeing a "sisters in all but blood" situation

Roxy Winchester

Ainsley Winchester- Roxy always wanted a sister so I think she would love Ainsley. I can see them trying to be the peacekeepers of the family and rolling their eyes at the boys constantly.

Deborah Winchester- these two would have either been best friends or constantly at each other's throats after John found Roxy. Either way, I think they would have loved each other. I could see them being a formidable hunting team to rival their brothers.

Elle Winchester- the adopted sisters with the secret pasts? I love it!!! Potential for lots of drama and shocking reveals!

Esther Cott- I'm not sure exactly what these two would do together but I feel like they would make interesting friends

Drea Jones

Ana Andrews- Total parallels for their brothers. They have the brain cells. Do not get paid enough for this shit.

Charlotte Jones- The female role model Drea needs in her life. Sister Bonding (TM). Will fuck you up.

Delaney Carlyle- Chaos. All the chaos. I like it!

Fallon Parris Jones- You know that part in The Parent Trap between Annie and Hallie realizing they're twins and the end of camp? I feel like that's these two when Fallon comes back to Riverdale

Harper Harrison- These two would be great friends. Drea is totally the kind of friend to learn sign language along with Harper so they can talk shit about people without anybody knowing. Also was Riverdale High Drama Department's designated choreographer, she would talk about musicals all day with her

Kris Keller- As Kevin's best friend, I could see Drea becoming a regular fixture in the Keller household to the point where Tom will walk into one of the twins' rooms to find Drea sprawled on the floor with her sketchbook and just be like "yeah sure why not?"

Lyra Lovell- Creative dancer girls!!! Will spill blood for Jughead Jones. Exhausted by Gladys Jones.

Tanya Conway- As someone who loves a good mystery and, thanks to Archie, never really believed Svenson was the Black Hood, dress would totally help Tanya prove her dad's innocence.

Roni Stark

Alessia Stark- We could do some interesting things here with both of them having the serum used on them. Plus I've never considered Roni having a big sister. Could be fun!

Adelaide Stark- Roni would absolutely ADORE Adi! She'd be the cool aunt who took her on trips aunt bought her whatever she wanted. She'd also be the one to bake cookies and make pillow courts for movie marathons.

Aris Stark-- Much like with Adi, Roni would be Aris's ultimate supporter growing up. When the boys go to space and the girls are left behind, Roni tries to guide Aris through developing unexpected superpowers. She's been there herself so she should be able to handle it, right?

Athena Stark- Ultimate Aunt Roni would help her ambitious niece get anything her little heart desired

Ava Potts- Ava describing Roni "my aunt who's not really my aunt bursts into flames. Sure why not?"

Cora (& Orion) Royce- Roni would totally love this little girl and her determination to help protect her family. She'd do everything she could to help her

Zora Wright- I could see these two being great friends

Cora Hargreeves

Alice Hargreeves- Cora likes to think she was the empathetic sibling growing up. She tried to include Viktor as much as possible and would have treated Alice no different. When they grow up and find themselves the most stable of their family, they're have to be the brain cells to help keep everyone focused to stop the apocalypse

Andromeda Hargreeves- Cora would try to help Andromeda develop her powers by levitating small objects around her for her to try to catch. She doesn't blame her for leaving and welcomes her home

Audrey- They would totally bond over music and being the "artsy" siblings

Cassie Hargreeves- Oh this could be fun! Cora's psychic but she has a lot of trouble with that part of her powers do when cause around he uses Cora more for her telekinesis. Then when caddies gone he would push her more to have visions.

Cleo Sullivan- Anyone who can work with Diego on a regular basis and not kill him is immediately a friend of Cora's. She'd be glad to have another girl around who knows how to fight

Kamaria Hargreeves- We love a long lost sister in this house! I see a lot of room for shenanigans here

Max Carmichael- Cora would either love Max or she would annoy the hell out of her. I'm not sure which. Maybe both

Mira Hargreeves- "My thirteen year old brother and his eighteen year old daughter just fell through a time portal to stop the apocalypse. Sounds about right." -Cora Hargreeves

Mireille Labonair- Cora would probably be wary of anyone who agreed to work with her father but once she got past that, she'd love that Luther had someone who made him happy

Odessa Hargreeves- Cora would hate having her sister resent their family but she wouldn't her.

Poppy- Cora would love Poppy! She adores Grace so having a sister like her would be awesome. When they grow up she would love getting to finally show her the world!

Sierra Nearing- Cora actually works at Griddy's after leaving the Academy. Sierra would probably be her first real friends and I love that! Cora would show her all the sculptures she works on when she's not at the diner. Curiously, her shifts never line up with her siblings' visits so she still doesn't know Sierra knows them beyond what's she's told her. Even Diego and Klaus who she actually sees regularly.

Vienna Montgomery- As Diego's designated favorite sibling, Cora would have met Vienna and immediately love her. They would be great friends and cora would only be mildly surprised but not unhappy when Vienna shows up to the funeral.

Virginia West- Cora would absolutely love Ginny! Books are some of her favorite things and watching Ginny literally bring stories to life would be like magic to her.

Wilhelmina Hargreeves- Cora might resent Willa a little bit for leaving, but she still loves her and understands why she did it. When she comes back for the funeral, Cora is glad to see Willa just like all the others.

Mickey Daniels (& Melissa van Aren, Emily Kirkpatrick, and Amy Turner)

Alyssa Solomon- If there's one thing Mickey Daniels loves, it's a challenge. Befriending Alyssa Solomon has proven to be one of the bigger challenges Mickey's encountered. The girl has secrets on top of secrets. Lucky for Mickey, secrets are her chosen trade.

Annalise Goode- Mickey's part of the welcome committee for new students so she'd be totally excited to meet Annalise! I could see them being like workout partners and training together

Leia Gallagher- Mickey would think it's so coul that Latoya is a direct descendant of Gilly! They'd probably spend a lot of time talking about places they've travelled and having parental figures who are always away.

Sami Upton

Abbie Hudson- These two would totally have been best friends growing up! They would have spent all their time practicing gymnastics moves and driving Finn and Noah crazy. They probably would have decided to join Glee together just to try it and both fell in love with it.

Christina Hummel- Sami doesn't agree with the way the football team treats the Hummel twins. She also doesn't do much to interfere for fear of losing her own social standing. As an original Glee member, she's been friends with Kurt and at least frenemies with Christina since freshman year.

Joy Schuester- Sami would totally be the friend Joy would look at when Will does something crazy/stupid/embarrassing like "Do you see what I have to deal with???" Only for Sami to sheriff and start laughing like "I'm sorry I can't help you, but this is hilarious."

Kendall Pierce- Sami would love Kendall because she too would see no reason to choose between cheer and Glee. I could see them being kind of a mirror for Quinn and Britt

Ok finally done!!! Wow that was a lot.

[queerquintessence]

the tAGS IQHKAUQKQYAAKA. yeahh the theme is pretty chad. hajqtatajgqw.

listen umm, lets say, someone i like, their bday is soon.. what should i do?? asking for a friend.

it’s very ~aesthetic~ ahabshendvekrhje

hMmm

*hey there delilah starts playing*

i d k i’m not good at crushes uMM idk ahdjehkrhe

get them v good present ✨ ✨ maybe like something they enjoy? or an inside joke between you two if you have any ahskdhsksj

idunno if they’re having a birthday party then show up looking ✨ snazzy ✨ and steal their heart with your charming good looks and charisma 😌💅✨

and chad energy. bring the chad energy. always

#chadsthetic #😌💅✨ #the first time i had a crush it. it did not go well #it’s a VERY long story ahskdhsksj #i mean it wasn’t bad but BOY IT SURE WAS INTERESTING #i got excited and decided to tell like. 9 people. that i liked this dude #and they decided to play m a t c h m a k e r #omg at one point they gave him this fucking plastic rose and said #“’give this rose to either *other girl* or piper’ #jajhskshwkehs #and they made a petition that the entire class signed #saying whether he should be married to me or this other girl. #the entire class said me. #i wasn’t even in that class #this was 6tu he was e #HJAHAJSHRNS #omg OK sorry i’m ranting but YEAH fun times #oh and one time he and i were walking in the hallways talking #and these two girls behind me (we were friends) #p u s h e d m e #into him #i hit his shoulder ✨✨ #and he ran away #hJHjahsjahdjdHSJAHJEHWJ #okokokok rant over #i have so many stories from that pmg #ok #yes #jenn tag 🔻

[cobrakaisb]

modern day romeo and juliet

requested: yes by @gpiggy98​

summary: you’re in miyagi-do. hawk is in cobra kai. that doesn’t stop you from having feelings for him though. (for the purpose of this imagine hawk and moon never happened)

word count: 1,725 

“i just don’t know moon. what if he doesn’t even like me?” you asked your friend as the two of you set up for the party that she was having. moon gave you a weird look, “why wouldn’t he like you?” she asked. you scoffed at her words, because how could she be so blind? “i’m in miyagi-do moon! he’s in cobra kai! this could never work!” you exclaim, slamming the red cups down on the table. “it totally can! you guys will be like romeo and juliet, except without the suicide part,” moon said and you couldn’t help but laugh at the carefree girl. “yeah i guess,” you mumbled, organizing the cups into neat piles. “you really should tell him y/n,” moon said softly, her hand resting on your shoulder. 

you sighed, if only it were that easy. obviously it’s hard to confess your feelings to any boy, but this was different. you would be confessing your feelings to hawk, a member of your dojo’s rival dojo. but there was more to it. 

your crush on hawk started before he was hawk, way back when he still went by eli. you thought that his sweaters were cute and his sweetheart personality only strengthened your feelings. your crush on eli had all sprouted when the two of you were partnered up for a project in history. the two of you spent so much time together because of the project that you got to know one another really well. once the project was finished you found yourself crushing even harder on the sweet sweater wearing boy. it just so happened that the end of the project coincided with the end of the eli era. now you found yourself attracted to him because of his bad boy attitude and newfound confidence.    

even though your dojos weren’t exactly on a friendly basis, you still found yourself crushing on hawk. your feelings were only getting stronger, and you knew that eventually you’d have to come clean. you just weren’t sure if you could. you always got butterflies in your stomach when he looked at you, even when he was trying to beat you up at the mall food court. not to mention that you could barely speak a word to him without blushing and stuttering. you could feel the nerves building up just thinking about interacting with him.

“come on! people are going to start arriving soon!” moon said, grabbing your hand and pulling you inside her house. you giggled at her actions, but followed her nonetheless. 

by now the party was in full swing. you were standing in the living room, talking to demetri when you noticed hawk sitting on the couch, looking at moon and her girlfriend piper. demetri followed your eyes before looking back at you. “i’m going to go talk to him,” he announced, walking up to the couch. “demetri i don’t-” you started to say, but it was too late because he was already sitting down next to hawk. you watched their interaction from the sidelines, ready to have demetri’s back if anything went down. however, things seemed to be going fine between the former friends. until hawk poured his drink onto demetri. 

“still a pussy,” he said, throwing the cup at him. that was so hot, you thought. you quickly pushed those thoughts aside. “and you’re still an asshole!” you shouted, causing everyone to look your way. why did i say that?, you screamed internally. “what’d you say princess?” hawk asked, walking over to you. “i said you’re still an asshole,” you repeated, trying to be confident, but the stutter in your voice gave it away. hawk smirked at you, stepping closer to you. “and what are you going to do about it princess?” he asked, and you couldn’t help the blush that rose on your cheeks from his use of the pet name and the lack of space between you. you opened your mouth to say something but no words came out. “that’s what i thought,” hawk answered, walking away from you. 

you huffed at his words, following him out of the living room and into the kitchen. hawk was standing at the counter, making himself a drink. you stood next to him, reaching for the jug of lemonade to pour into your cup. “what’d you come to finally do something about me being an asshole?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow at you. “no, i just wanted a drink,” you stuttered, looking around at the different alcohol options that moon had. “go with vodka,” he said, grabbing the bottle. “vodka lemonade smacks,” he continued, pouring some into your cup. “thanks,” you mumbled, smiling at him. hawk smiled back, gesturing for you to take a sip. you did, and your face immediately scrunched up at the taste.

hawk laughed at your facial expression. “i’m glad that my suffering is amusing to you,” you said, putting the red cup down. “i need water,” you mumbled, searching for a bottle. “oh come on princess, i barely put any vodka in there,” hawk teased. you scoffed at his words. “yeah okay,” you said, taking a sip from the water bottle you found. hawk chuckled at you. “stop laughing at me,” you whined, shoving him lightly. the laughter soon died down between the two of you, and you were left staring at each other. 

now’s your chance. “listen hawk i have something i’ve been meaning to tell you,” you whispered, looking down at your shoes. hawk’s eyebrows furrowed at your words. “okay,” he said, but it sounded more like a question. you took a deep breath before meeting his eyes. “i like you hawk, alot, and i was wondering if you’d want to go out with me?” you confessed. hawk stood there silently. he was about to say something when he noticed his cobra kai friends walking into the kitchen. suddenly he scoffed at your words and you looked over your shoulder, understanding settling in. “actually, forget i said anything. i’m just gonna go now,” you mumbled, and hawk didn’t try to stop you from leaving. 

you were sitting on the steps out front of moon’s house, trying to keep your tears at bay. “i shouldn’t have said anything. obviously he wouldn’t want to be seen with a miyagi-do,” you mumbled, putting your head in your hands. “is that really what you think?” hawk asked from behind you, and you tensed at the sound of his voice. “that’s what happened right?” you asked, looking over your shoulder at him. hawk sighed, sitting down next to you. “look y/n the cobra kais were there and i couldn’t, i mean what was i even supposed to do?” hawk said unsurely. “it’s okay, hawk, i get it. you can’t be seen with a miyagi-dork right?” you said, looking at him. 

“no that’s not it at all! i mean yes that’s part of it, but that’s the least of my worries right now,” he replied, looking at you. “what?” you asked, confusion clear in your voice. “you’re too good for me y/n, way too good for me. i’m a horrible person. i trashed your dojo, shit i beat demetri up over a fucking yelp review, yet you still want to go out with me, after everything i’ve done. i don’t deserve someone like you, okay? and you don’t deserve to date someone like me,” hawk explained. it was silent between the two of you after his confession. “trust me, it’s better this way,” hawk sighed, getting up to leave. 

“i love you!” you shouted, standing up on the steps, turning to face his retreating figure which stopped at your words. “i’ve loved you since we worked on that history project together. before you flipped the script and were known as hawk. i loved you when you were eli, and i still love you now. my feelings for you aren’t going to change, no matter what happens. no matter what you do or what everybody says, i’m always going to be stuck loving you!” you shouted, looking into his eyes. hawk stared at you, walking towards you. “you don’t mean that,” he whispered. “but i do,” you whispered, reaching up to cup his cheeks, and hawk leaned into your touch. 

the two of you stood there in silence for what felt like the one hundredth time tonight. hawk slowly started leaning in, and you found yourself meeting him halfway. the second your lips touched, you felt fireworks explode in your stomach. the kiss was slow, and you knew that this was hawk’s way of telling you that he felt the same way about you. when it became difficult to breathe the two of you pulled apart, foreheads touching. “i love you too y/n. i’ve loved you since i was eli, and that’s never going to change for me either,” he breathed out, pulling you closer to him. “and i want to give us a try,” he whispered, your hands falling to the base of his neck. “let’s give us a try,” you agreed, as hawk placed a gentle kiss on your cheek, bright smiles taking over your faces. 

“hey y/n i’m going to take off -” demetri began, but he abruptly stopped when he saw how close you and hawk were. your eyes widened as you realized that you and hawk had been caught by demetri. “demetri listen,” you started to explain, moving out of hawk’s embrace. “no y/n! what the actual fuck? are you seriously making out with hawk right now?” demetri shouted, causing other people’s heads to turn. “i-” you started nervously, but you were once again interrupted, only this time it was by sam. 

“what’s going on?” sam asked, walking up to the three of you. “y/n’s been making out with hawk,” demetri said, pointing at you accusingly. sam looked at you, betrayal written all over her face. “sam listen-” you started to try and explain yourself again. “there’s nothing you can say y/n. you did what you did, and you’re gonna have to deal with the consequences. don’t bother coming back to miyagi-do,” she warned, giving you one last glare before walking away with demetri. you stood there in shock, did you really just get kicked out of your dojo for kissing the boy you’ve had a crush on since forever?

a/n: should i make a part two to this??

#cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai imagine #hawk cobra kai #eli moskowitz #hawk cobra kai x reader #hawk imagine #hawk x reader #eli moskowitz imagine #eli moskowitz x reader #cobrakaisb writing

[ilikefandoms]

Family Dinner - Robby Keene

Request - Hi, it's me again. You could write something in which the reader and Robby are in a secret relationship and Daniel notices that boy's passionate gaze and is curious to know who the mysterious young woman is who was leaving him like this, then asks him to invite her to a family dinner . It turns out that Daniel didn't even imagine that this girl was the golden student of Cobra Kai, almost as relentless as Tory and Samantha's number one rival. Throughout dinner, the reader does her best not to provoke a scene, even with Sam's indiscreet insinuations about her being a bad person and to make matters worse, a conversation about sexual orientation arises in a very prejudiced way from Louie and she is extremely offended after a prejudiced comment about bisexuality (she is bisexual, Robby knows and accepts this), Daniel ends up being faster and goes after her, the two talk very cute (almost father and daughter) and the two end up giving each other very well . Anyway, after all that mixture of emotions that was the night, Robby takes the reader home which leads to a lot of affection and kisses on her part (deep down, under that badass exterior she is just a big monster of affection ❤). Sorry if it took too long hahaha.

Pronouns used - She/Her

A/N -  Disclaimer: I do not agree with anything that Louie says in this, it is purely for the storyline. I also kinda made Sam look like a bad guy...sorry Sam.

Warnings - Louie being a biphobic asshole, language

Word Count - 1593

You and Robby had a somewhat 'secret relationship'. You had both decided not to tell anyone, considering the rivalry between your respective dojos. Anyway, you were enjoying spending time with Robby alone.

Daniel had begun to get suspicious though. He had noticed that Robby had been acting different than usual, smiling at his phone, and getting home later. Daniel had made the fair assumption that Robby was in fact, seeing someone.

He had not-so subtilty brought up the question in conversation, taking Robby aback. Robby had admitted it though, and Mr Larusso had asked to meet this ‘Mystery Girl’, and asked Robby to invite you to family dinner.

So, here you were standing outside the Larusso’s house, having just texted Robby that you were here. You didn’t want Sam answering the door. 

Robby opened the door, “Hey babe, why didn’t you knock?”

“I didn’t want Sam or someone opening it to see me,” you shrugged, “I’m just nervous I guess, what with mine and Sam’s rivalry, with Cobra Kai. Everything,”

Robby wrapped his arms around you, “It’s gonna be ok, alright. If it ends up being too awkward or whatever, we can leave,” he reassured.

“Thank you,” 

He kissed your cheek, “Anytime. Ready to go in?” you nodded. Robby placed his hand in yours, and you walked in.

The Larusso’s house was beautiful, it had off-white walls, a mixture of hardwood and patterned flooring, and large windows. It was probably one of the nicest houses you’d ever been in.

“Hey Robby,” Amanda Larusso approached you, “This must be your girlfriend. I’m Amanda,”

“Y/N,” you said.

“it’s so great to meet you, Robby’s told us so much about you!” She said - even if this wasn’t true.

“No he hasn’t,” you said, with a weak chuckle.

“Okay, well... that’s true, but I hope to get to know you more today. Okay, we are eating outside today as it is a lovely night. Everyone else is already out there, make yourselves at home, and dinner will be ready in a few minutes,” she said, smiling.

You both thanked her, before heading outside to where everyone was talking. “Hey everyone,” Robby made your presence known.

“Hey Robby!” Daniel greeted, before laying his eyes on you, when his smile faded. It was no secret that you were the Golden Student of Cobra Kai, you had even been known to take Miguel and Tory in fights, and of course...Sam.

“What is she doing here?” Sam exclaimed, gesturing towards you.

Your grip on Robby’s hand tightened. You had expected this, so you decided to stand your ground, “I was invited,” you asserted.

“Who would invite you here?” Sam asked with narrowed eyes.

“Sam,” Robby said, in an attempt to calm her down. 

It was at this point that her eye’s travelled down to where yours and Robby’s hands were enlaced. “Don’t tell me you’re actually dating this bitch,”

“Sam!” Daniel scolded, and just before an argument could come out, Mrs Larusso arrived, holding trays of food.

“Am I interrupting something?” She asked, her eyebrows raised.

“No, mom. We’re fine,” Sam said, partially through gritted teeth.

**********

There had been evident silence since dinner had started, it was starting to get annoying, how Sam was giving you death glares from across the table. Anthony was doing the same, although he was just probably copying what Sam was doing.

Amanda then decided to break the silence, asking you a question “So, Y/N how did you and Robby meet?”

“We met at the skate park. Robby was tried to do a new trick, but it went wrong and his board ended up flying in my direction, he apologised, we started talking, and...here we are,” you replied, giving her a smile.

“Oh that’s sweet, and from what little Robby has said, you do karate?” she questioned.

“Yeah, I do,” you said, purposefully not saying your dojo’s name - even if Sam and Mr Larusso knew, you wanted to keep the dojo rivalry to a minimum.

“She’s top of her class as well,” Robby added, “She can easily beat me in a fight,” 

“Only because you fight dirty,” Sam uttered underneath her breath.

You ignored her, “I wouldn’t say easily,” you protested, “But, yeah I can totally kick your ass,” you said, letting out a small laugh. Sam rolled her eyes

“Wow, that’s really impressive. What dojo do you go to,” Mrs Larusso asked.

“Oh, um, Cobra Kai,” you said, somewhat trailing off towards the end.

“Oh. Okay, is this why this dinner is being so awkward?” she said, and no-one answered, “Obviously it is,” she mumbled.

“Aren’t they the dojo that dislocated Robby’s shoulder?” Louie asked.

“Technically that was just Hawk,” Robby defended.

“Still doesn’t excuse their shitty teaching methods,” Sam said quietly.

Your hand balled into a fist. Her snarky comments were starting to fuel your anger. Robby placed his hand over yours, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles - an action that he knew calmed you, and gave you a reassuring smile.

“Y/N, are you new to town? I can’t recall seeing you anywhere,” Amanda questioned, seemingly ignoring her daughters comments.

“Yeah, I only moved here 6 months ago. My mom got a new job,” you explained.

“Oh, what does you mom do?"

“She’s a real estate agent,” you replied.

“Oh, that’s cool,”

**********

Conversation slowly picked up from there, although that didn’t stop Sam from making remarks. It was like she was trying to get people to think you were a bad person, saying stuff like ‘Dad, I’m glad that you taught me and Robby the right way of karate’.

It was honestly taking a toll on you, you had to work hard to make a good impression, and not act out and make a scene.

“Mom, did I tell you that Moon has a girlfriend now?” Sam asked her mother.

“Oh, that’s lovely,” 

“Yeah, it’s this Piper. She’s nice,” she explained.

“Moon is the girl that was dating that Hawk guy?” Louie butted in.

“Yeah,”

“Was she just gay all along then?”

“No, she’s just bisexual,” Sam said, furrowing her eyebrows at Louie’s question.

“Sam, come on. Bisexuality isn’t real,” you fists balled as Louie continued, “People are either gay or straight, you can’t like both, that’s just... unnatural,”

“Fuck this!” You yelled. You rose from your seat, and stormed out of the back yard.

“Louie, what the fuck?” Sam, and Amanda said in unison. Robby sat there glaring at Louie for a few seconds, before standing up to go after you. Daniel put a hand on his shoulder, and muttered an “I’ll go,” and went after you. Meanwhile, Amanda was kicking Louie out of the house, using language she would never use in front of her kids in any other sort of situation.

Daniel ran after you. “Y/N! Wait,” 

“What do you want?” you said, wiping tears that had escaped. 

“Look, I’m sorry for what Louie said. If it’s any consolation, Amanda is shouting at him, and kicking him out,” he stated.

“You can’t control what he said. It’s not your fault,” 

“I know, but I’m still sorry, and I’m also sorry for what Sam has been saying. I know you two have your rivalry...thing, but it shouldn’t have come up,”

“Yeah, thanks,” you nodded.

“You did well for handling it as well as you did, had that of been me, I would’ve thrown hands,” he said, impressed.

“Oh, trust me I wanted to. It just doesn’t give off a good impression if you beat the shit out of the people your boyfriend’s living with,” you chuckled.

“Yeah, well I guess not,” he smiled.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” you asked, genuinely confused.

“What do you mean?”

“Well like, I’m a part of Cobra Kai. I’ve been in fights with your daughter, I’m not what people call the best ‘influence’ on people. Need I say more?” you said

“I see your point, but Robby trusts you. I’ve seen him improve since you two have been together, he seems happier, and if he trusts you, then I do too,” he explained.

“Thank you Mr Larusso,” you said, smiling at him.

“No problem kid,” he smiled back, “Now, if you want to stay for dessert, we have ice cream,” he offered.

“I think I’d just rather go home, if that’s okay,” you said.

“That’s totally fine, alright? I’ll go get Robby to take you home?” 

“Yes please,” you said, “Thank you,”

“Your welcome. I’ll see you soon,”

“Bye”

Robby came out a minute after Daniel had left, and immediately hugged you, “Are you okay?” he mumbled.

“I will be. I just want to go home,” you replied. 

“Okay, lets go, yeah?” he asked. You replied by nodding your head, yes.

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You and Robby had arrived at your house, and he walked you up to the front door. “Can you stay with me?” you asked.

“Yeah of course,”

You both made your way up the stairs and into your room. You grabbed some comfy clothes, and changed in the bathroom, before coming back to Robby.

“Are you feeling any better?” he asked.

“A little. Can we cuddle?” 

He just laid down in your bed, and opened his arms for you to lay in. You positioned yourself in his arms so your head was on his chest, listening to the steady sound of his heart beating.

Robby kissed the top of your head. You shifted your head to look up at him. He kissed your lips.

You knew that this boy would be the death of you.

@blackoutgirx

#robby cobra kai imagine #robby keene x reader #robby keene imagine #robby keene #robby cobra kai #cobra kai fanfic #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai imagine #cobra kai #daniel larusso #sam larusso #amanda larusso #miyagi do

[lovelyllamasblog]

Well I'm still not done with @sayuricorner's EAHxTW AU yet so here's some more. Rook's nicknames for the transfers. I was inspired by Floyd's nicknames for them. Masterlist here.

I was a bit confused by the wiki since Rook uses "Monsieur" and the English word (i.e. Ruggie - "Monsieur Dandelion") or full French for some (like the dorm leaders) so I used both for convenience sake. Most are just their last names in French. Others are based off their stories/personalities.

Also, I used Google Translate for these, so apologies for any misspellings.

More below the cut.

Lizzie Hearts - "Princesse de Coeur (Princess of Hearts)" (He had originally been calling her "Queen of Hearts/Roses" but since her mother is still alive, she had him stop and address her by her proper title.)

Maddie Hatter - "Mademoiselle Chapelier (Ms. Hatter)"

Cerise Badwolf-Hood - "Mademoiselle Capuche (Ms. Hood)" (She was always wearing her hood in the beginning, but wears it less later on.)

Ramona Badwolf-Hood - "Mademoiselle Loup (Ms. Wolf)"

Coral Witch - "Mademoiselle Sorcière (Ms. Witch)"

Holly O'Hair - "Mademoiselle érudite/Princesse érudite (Ms. Scholar/Princess Scholar)" (She loves to read/learn.)

Hunter Huntsman - "Monsieur Chasseur (Mr. Hunter/Huntsman)" (It can be used for either one.)

Ashlynn Ella - "Mademoiselle Pantoufles/Princesse des Pantoufles (Ms. Slippers/Princess of Slippers) (Her family story revolves around footwear and she is obsessed with them.)

Blondie Lockes - "Mademoiselle Journaliste (Ms. Reporter)" (She's always trying to find something to write about for her blog/web show)

Raven Queen - "Reine des Reines/Princesse des Corbeaux (Queen of Queens/Princess of Ravens)" (Being the Beautiful/Evil Queen's descendant, it's only fitting that she receive the highest of honors (in Rook's words). The other is a play on words on her name.)

Holly O'Hair - "Mademoiselle Coiffeur (Ms. Hairdresser)" (She is the (un)official hairdresser at NRC.)

C.A. Cupid - "Mademoiselle Ange (Ms. Angel)" (In reference to her wings giving her an angelic appearance.)

Melody Piper - "Mademoiselle Muse" (She's always listening to/making music.)

Faybelle Thorn - "Mademoiselle Épine/Princesse des Épines (Ms. Thorn/Princess of Thorns.)"

Briar Beauty - "Mademoiselle Beauté/Princesse de Beauté (Ms. Beauty/Princess of Beauty)" (Silver already has "Monsieur Sleepyhead", so she just gets her last name in French.)

Daring Charming - "Monsieur le Prince (Mr. Prince)" (He's always acting princely and heroic towards others, especially girls.)

Darling Charming - "Mademoiselle Chevalier/Princesse Chevalier (Ms. Knight/Princess Knight)" (He figured her secret as the White Knight pretty early on after "he" started appearing in Twisted Wonderland.)

Dexter Charming - "Monsieur l'Érudit (Mr. Scholar)" (Like Holly, he's interested in learning and is a quick study, unlike his brother.)

Duchess Swan - "Mademoiselle Primadone/Princesse des Cygnes (Ms. Primadonna/Princess of Swans)" (She's a talented dancer and he's seen her dancing on the school's lakes at night. The other is a reference to her name/story.)

#my post #someone else's au #ever after high #eah #twisted wonderland #crossover #nicknames #rook hunt #twst

[hanniiesuckle17]

Milk

A/n: This was not requested but I hope you feel better piper <3 I love you! This is for you :) (This is not thoroughly edited like always)

Tag List: @distrikt9​ @mini-meanhoe​ @leggomylino​ @hanstagrams​ @desertofdessert​ @hoes4hoseok​ @yangomangos​ @jeonqqin​ @geminirules​ @crscendoforsung​ @mrsunshine999​ @jisungsjheekies​ @hannie-squirrel00​ @cotccotc​ @kodzu-ken​ @skzwriternet​

Warnings: just fluffy shy seungmin

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: After moving into a apartment building, Y/n finds a new friend in the stray cat in the alley behind her. She doesn’t realize someone has been admiring her kindness to the animal from afar. Sometimes a small act of kindness leads to a happiness that can last a life time. 

Genre: fluff, romance, strangers to lovers, neighbor!au, fem reader

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Living in a tiny rundown apartment building was not my first choice. Nor was it my second or third or fourth or fifth or two hundredth. But being a struggling student living on my own for the first time didn’t leave me with many other options. The room was cheap and had all the amenities I needed. There was a bus line to the college only a short walk away. An added bonus was the fried chicken place just a few blocks away from the building. 

But, the heating often cut out. My landlord was less than kind. The couple living above me procreated like rabbits and the ceiling did nothing to muffle the noise. The neighbors next door were quiet for the most part. I had yet to meet the tenants in the rooms on either side. 

With the spring semester just around the corner, students flocked to the class registers. Spots filled up quickly leaving me with early morning classes. What a bummer. I was not the biggest morning person. I preferred to stay up at night and sleep until I physically couldn't anymore. 

Sleepily pulling my shoes on, I grabbed my backpack and walked out the door. The sun had just risen and a still orange pink glow was cast over the small cramped street. A small sound had me turning my head towards the alley next to my apartment building. 

Having a few minutes to spare before my bus arrived, I peeked around the corner searching for the sound. Just as I was about to turn around, a cat peeked its head out from behind the building’s dumpster. It slinked around the metal container, its thin body shifting from side to side as it walked. 

“Hi, there little guy!”

Slowly and carefully I approached the stray. It had spotted gray and white fur practically clinging onto its bones. It watched me with fear in its dull blue eyes. The small creature flinched as I reached out my hand for it to smell. It eyed me for a few moments before backing away and hiding under the dumpster. 

“Okay bud...that’s okay. When I come back I’ll bring you a little treat!”

As I was walking away, a sound from above made me jump. Looking up I saw a window on my story close, long slender fingers pulling it in. Thinking nothing of it I turned around and made my way to the bus stop. In my mind I made a mental note to pick something up to give to the little cat in the alley. 

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The shop bell rang as I exited the establishment. It was already beginning to get dark and the streetlights were casting a yellow golden glow in circles on the cramped street. Plastic bag in hand I walked back towards home, the scent of fresh fried chicken floating up to my nose. 

As I approached the building instead of going in I walked passed and turned down into the alley. The street lamp cast a small glow allowing me to see through some of the dark shadows. 

“Here kitty kitty! Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Hearing a can roll across the pavement I saw the thin feline emerge from under the trash container. Its ears twitched and its nose rose in the air smelling the fried food I carried. Crouching to its level I stayed in the lightest part of the alley and pulled out a piece of the fried chicken I had picked up only a few minutes ago. 

Intriguided by the food, the cat slowly inched its way to the oustretched snack. It sniffed the chicken before it’s pale pink nose brushed over my finger taking in my scent. Staying perfectly still I let it nibble on the chicken for a moment. “You’re too cute.” Seeing the cat begin to struggle with the food, I pulled it back and starting tearing it into pieces for him. 

“What should I call you little guy?” 

The cat’s fear of me seemed to have disappeared as he snacked on the chicken. Hesitantly, I reached out and stroked his head only receiving a tiny flinch from the animal. “You’re quite small aren’t you?” The cat continued to eat the chicken with vigor. Grabbing a bottle of water and a paper plate from the restaurant, I poured some for the cat to drink. “How about Makki?” 

The gray cat already looked much happier than when I had first seen him this morning. As I reached out to stroke his fur, he did not flinch away. “Do you like chicken Makki?” He let out a gravely meow before turning back to his grand meal. 

My fingers felt the grooves of his ribs as I pet his side. I smiled feeling Makki’s rough tongue over my other hand. My attention was dragged away from the cat when I heard the scuff of a shoe not far away. At the entrance of the alley looked a boy maybe my age. His body faced the building but his eyes stayed trained on me over the black mask he wore. 

His shaggy brown hair had a golden glint under the street light. His hands were tucked firmly in his jean pockets giving him a cold sort of look. Lifting my hand from Makki’s back I shyly waved to the boy. As if he came out of a trance, the boy walked away from the alley on his resumed path. 

Choosing to ignore the awkward encounter (I admit that it would be weird to see a girl just sitting in an alley with a cat), I watched Makki finish off the pieces I tore. He rubbed up against my legs and let me scratched his ears. 

“Okay, Makki! I’ve got an essay to write. I’ll bring you some breakfast tomorrow, okay buddy?” With a sad meow, he tried to follow me out of the alley but sat at the entrance and watched me walk into the building.  I watched him list his head from the alley and gave him a little wave goodbye before going in for the night.

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After a few months of taking care of him, Makki was basically my own. Every morning and every night without fail I would stop by and spend time with Makki. When I could afford it, I brought him chicken. He seemed to always love that. 

As finals inched closer, I couldn’t see him as much as I wanted to. Studying took up most of my nights and I was forced inside my tiny apartment, headphones only half blocking out the noise from the faulty pipes and my upstairs neighbors. 

One night I glanced over at the clock seeing it was only 10:00 pm. “I have some left overs I’m sure Makki would like.” Aware that I needed a break, I got up and stretched before heating up some leftover dinner for my little cat. Slowly he had gotten to a healthy size and I could no longer see his ribs under his spotted gray and white coat. I didn’t have to keep feeding him, but Makki seemed like my only friend as of late. 

Grabbing a bowl and filling it with water I ventured downstairs and into the lobby. A slightly familiar face was entering the building doors, keys in hand. He looked up, our eyes meeting. Those dark, almost black, eyes looked familiar, reminding me of a puppy. The brunette’s eyes widened in recognition seeing me. The boy from the street. He had a handsome face, the light locks highlighting the angles and tone of his features. In all honesty he was more than likely the most handsome man I had ever seen. 

He looked me up and down before his soft eyes fell onto the dishes in my hand. When his eyes returned he gave me a small smile and a hesitant wave. Without another word he walked past me up the stairs. 

Using my shoulder to open the door, the cool spring night air greeted me. My shoes scraped against the downhill pavement as I turned the corner into the alley. To my surprise, Makki sat in the middle of the backstreet, drinking from a saucer full of milk. Beside the bowl was a plate with little pieces of fried food. Inching closer, I saw it was fish. 

Someone had already fed him.

“Hey, buddy!” Makki greeted me with a friendly meow brushing up against my legs. “Looks like someone already fed you, huh?” I asked in confusion. No one had ever shown interest in him before. Why had they started to take care of Makki now?

Pursing my lips, I set down the dishes and watched Makki eat and drink, petting him occasionally. “Their supper is a little but better than mine, huh?” He only responded my digging in more to the fish. “I’ll bring you chicken next time, Makki.” I watched him eat the food before the slender cat climbed into my lap, begging for me to pet him. 

It was getting late and Makki was practically falling asleep in my lap. I had already asked my landlord if I could bring him inside, but Mr. Kwon hated pets. Carefully putting Makki on the makeshift bed I had made him out of a thrown out chair, I brushed myself off before looking at the mostly clean dishes on the ground. 

Logically, whoever fed Makki would have to come back for the dishes. Finding a semi clean piece of paper and grabbing the pen in my pocket I wrote a little note to the kind soul who helped out my little cat. ‘Thank you for taking care of Makki! It means a lot. - Apt.306B’. Placing the note in the dry milk saucer, I left the alley to go back to my essay. 

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For the next few nights every time I went down to fed Makki, a bowl of milk and usually a small plate of food was already there. Curiosity eating me up, I decided to catch Makki’s mystery feeder. 

The next night, forgoing my term paper, I parked myself at my window overlooking the alley. Finally the sun went down and I watched from my slightly air conditioned perch for the kind soul feeding my feline child. Just as I was losing hope a head of light brown hair rounded the corned into the back alley, a bowl of milk in hand. 

“I GOT HIM! YES!” I cheered. “I got you! I got you!” I sang dancing around. Rushing out the door, I took the stairs two at a time just to burst out the lobby doors onto the street. Out of breath but with a smile I rounded the corner, hand holding me steady on the brick wall of the building. 

“So it was you!” I said happily, scaring the boy crouched down next to Makki. Those same dark puppy like eyes looked up at me in surprise. He seemed at a loss for words, frozen, long slender fingers over over the cat’s head. “I never would have guessed! I mean that day in the lobby, maybe, but it just didn’t cross my mind.” 

The boy continued to stare at me, less in shock now, but the expression I could not decipher. “Um...I’m from apartment 306.” I smiled seeing Maki next to the boy drinking the white treat. Giving him a kind smile, I reached out my hand for him to shake. 

Shyly, he took my hand and shook it. “Yeah...I know.” Under the yellow glow of the street light I looked over his handsome features once more. “I’m...uh...I’m 304.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. After all this time, this was how I met my next door neighbor. “Finally I get to meet you. I’ve been wondering who was living next door.” The boy seemed to relax, letting out a small laugh. “What’s your name?” 

He seemed surprised as I moved to sit down next to him. Makki climbed into my lap and on instinct I started scratching his ears. “Seungmin, Kim Seungmin. And you?”

“Y/n L/n.” 

I laughed as he awkwardly moved to shake my hand again. “He’s really a good cat.” Seungmin said petting Makki’s gray fur. I nodded and turned to see Seungmin already looking at me. 

“Why did you start feeding him by the way?”

The handsome boy shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. “This is going to sound way creepy. I swear it was a coincidence.” Urging him to continue with a smile, I continued stroking Makki’s head. Occasionally my arm brushed up against Seungmin’s as it moved. “I actually saw you from my window. Then we ran into each other on the street that night.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question Seungmin.” I would be lying if I said that his smile didn’t make my heart skip a beat. It melted even more seeing him pet the almost sleeping cat in my lap.

“Yeah about that.” His long finger reached up and scratched his brow before returning to Makki’s ears. “That night I just thought you were really, really pretty. I liked seeing how kind you were to the cat and watching you play with him.” His hand accidentally brushed mine and his cheeks reddened. They darkened even more when I didn’t pull away.

“Go on,”

“One day you stopped coming. I figured something came up because you cared about the cat so much. So, I just tried feeding him. I got scratched more than a few times in the beginning.” Seungmin laughed, instinctively rubbing his arms where Makki must have nicked him. “Eventually he warmed up to me and I saw why you loved him so much. Then you left me that note. It was by far the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Well you certainly are not what I expected to find when I wanted to search for Makki’s secret milk source.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever bought so much milk.”

The two of us laughed and continued to sit and talk in the alleyway. “Thank you again, for feeding him while I had term stuff.” Seungmin shrugged and looked over at me. 

“It was nothing.” It was hard to stifle the laugh at his attempt of being nonchalant. “You know, I could talk to Mr. Kwon about letting you bring Makki into the building...” 

My eyes widened and I instinctively hugged my cat to my chest. “Really! You would do that? Wait- how would you even do that. That man has zero soul. Like no soul at all. Completely soulless.”

He chuckled at my joke, brown hair blowing gently in the night breeze. “I have my ways. If I do...would you do something for me?” His bright smile lit up the night watching me nod excitedly. “Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow?”

Seungmin seemed to hold his breath waiting for my answer. “Are you asking me or are you saying that is your condition for talking to Mr. Kwon?” Seungming squinted his eyes and looked off into the distance for a moment in thought.

“Oh.....you’re right.......You will have dinner with me tomorrow.”

“Woah, slow down there, buddy. I barely know you!” 

“Arrrrghhh,” Seungmin groaned covering his face and lying on the cement in frustration. I couldn’t help but laugh at his vexation. “Why is asking you out so hard?”

“I’m just teasing. Of course I’ll get dinner with you.” With a sigh of relief, Seungmin sat up with a smile. “With a face like that who spends that much milk money on someone else’s cat, how could I not want to go out with you?” Seungmin helped me up from the ground, holding onto my hand even when I was standing. 

“Good. Cause I was very nervous you’d say no.”

“Look at me. I’ve fallen for the milk man,” Seungmin groaned at my terrible joke but kept out hands intertwined as we walked back into the building with Makki under my arm. I had never been filled with more joy than in that moment. 

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Masterlist

#stray kids imagines #skzwriternet #stray kids #stray kids imagine #kim seungmin imagine #kim seungmin imagines #stray kids au imagines #stray kids friends to lovers #stray kids fluff #stray kids scenarios #stray kids oneshots #seungmin imagine #seungmin imagines #seungmin au imagines #rubber ducky youre the one #kim seungmin #stray kids preferences #kim seungmin fluff #seungmin fluff #seungmin smut #kim seungmin au imagines #stray kids reactions #stray kids incorrect quotes #stray kids requests #kpop imagine #stray kids maknae line #felix imagines #jeongin imagines #seungmin oneshot

[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

AUs that live in my head rent free

*multiple ships*

Jercy sports AU where Percy is a basketball player, Jason is a soccer (football) player. They meet at a sports awards show and both get Player of the Year awards in their fields. It's inevitable that they challenge each other to their pertaining sports and laugh hysterically at the attempts. Because their sports seasons are at different times in the year (don't come at me if they aren't in real life I don't give a shit about sports) they go to each others games and every goal/basket scored they point at each other and it's like the whole world narrows to that single moment. They are legendary in the sporting world. When they retire they open up a sports school and recruit fellow friends from other sporting professions. Annabeth is an Olympic gold medalist swimmer, Frank is unbelievable at tennis.

Valjackson childhood best friends AU where Percy's mom and Leo's mom were best friends their whole lives and therefore their children spent a lot of time together. Leo and Percy used to terrorize Sally's sweetshop and Esperanza's workshop. They learnt how to be the cutest troublemakers and could not be separated by the strongest forces in the world. They had girls falling all over them but neither was interested. Despite Percy being bi and Leo being pan. It seemed every relationship they tried to enter into didn't work out. There was always something missing. They realize what it is 2 months before they go to college. Percy gets accepted into one across the country and they both panic at the thought of being separated. They have a fallout and it is miserable for both of them. It takes some needling from their mothers, and giggles over coffee later, before they realize why they're so upset. They both storm our of their houses at the same time, just down the street from each other as it had been their whole lives, and slam together. "I don't want you to leave. I love you. I am in love with you Jackson." Percy chokes, tears blurring his pretty green eyes. "I know. I love you too. But we will see each other again. And I will come back. And we will be together." It seems the fates were on their side because although they didn't promise commitment to each other through the college years it felt unnatural to be with anyone else. So they stayed single, and met during the vacations and loved each other from a far. And when college was finally over they fell into each other so naturally it's as if they had never been separated. Now they live a few streets down from their mothers, who ended up moving in together as best friends who had wanted to do it all those years ago. Family dinners and full of cringy memories and soft looks. They were born already together. They die that way too.

Pipabeth coffee shop AU, where they both work at the cute Cafe on main Street. Piper is new and Annabeth, who is busy and impatient, has to show her the ropes. For the first two weeks they open up shop together. Annabeth is not a morning person. Piper most definitely is. They eventually fall in love in the break room and it is horrible how cute they are. The cafe patrons either give them filthy looks or coo. They're both university students when they meet. It takes them 3 years to get together. It takes them 2 to marry. Piper goes on to become a school teacher. Annabeth opens her own coffee shop. They still do the morning shift together.

Percabeth theater kids AU where percy is the shy accidental lead in the play because he was messing around in the auditorium of the school and the drama teacher heard him sing and demanded he sign ip for auditions. Annabeth is part of the tech crew and cannot help but be mesmerized everytime Percy is on stage. They learn of each other when Percy has a costume emergency during the first dress rehearsal and she's in the wings to help him about 30 seconds before he goes on stage. He gives her roses to thank her and it is the end. They're together from that moment on. Who knows if they last, they live on forevermore in the wings of the stage.

Valgrace teacher AU where Jason is the new history teacher at a high school and Leo, the maths teacher, takes great delight in having his student prank Jason's classroom on the daily. It is especially fun when the blonde comes storming in all red in his golden face and then immediately schools his expression into one of pointed calm when he sees Leo has students. It's always a clipped "Can I please talk to you Mr Valdez." Leo has never been able to hide his grin. One prank goes a little awhol though and Jason's classroom is a mess. Leo helps clean up after school and the tension of three months of back and forth turns electric in an instant. They become the couple the students giggle over. Jason refuses to partake in any affectionate activities during school hours. Leo takes it as a challenge to sneak as many forehead and cheek kisses in as possible. They spend their evenings grading papers and sipping tea. Leo eases his husband's glasses off his face and grabs a blanket before squishing himself onto the couch with Jason. They fall asleep like that many times a month. It never stops.

McJackson theme park workers AU where they challenge each other to the scariest Rollercoasters right after lunch and whoever throws up first has to do park rounds. They're at a tie but Percy is determined to win. So he challenges Piper to ride their two scariest rollers one after the other for half an hour. Piper who can never say no to a dare does it. She throws up so violently Percy has to take over her shift for three days. He brings her soup, and bland toast, and peppermint tea. She laughs at his doting and he mumbles apologies for the guilt of making her bedridden. He says he'll do any dare she asks, so she has some justice. She gives him a glittering smirk and says "any dare?" He should have known then he'd be in trouble but he nods anyway. "I dare you to kiss me." They've been happily terrorizing park guests ever since. And now they both go on terrible rides and get sick and egg each other on. And they are best friends with the added bonus of kissing each other thrown in. When Percy proposes it is so on brand for then their friends groan when they hear the recount. "I dare you to marry me." Piper has never been so happy to complete a dare in her life.

Leobeth as stressed out engineering students AU. They meet in the library when they both go to the printer at the same time and find out its broken. It's 2am and Annabeth just wanted to print her notes so she could start on the grueling process of actually studying them. Leo laughs when she kicks the machine and then fixes it with ridiculous speed. She's grateful enough to throw her arms around him and buy him coffee. They end up studying together often and help each other with theories and concepts they aren't quite grasping. They kind of fall into love, tinkering their friendship just as Leo tinkered with the printer. One day they were groaning over notes and the next Annabeth was kissing Leo because she got an A on her test and she was so happy she was beside herself. He pulls her in for another one and the kiss promised forever. They did everything together after that. Studied, graduated, succeeded. And when they got married Leo printed his vows over her study notes, and gifted her a little printer pendant that she wore on her necklace of beads. Annabeth laughed herself silly and never took it off.

#Jercy #Percabeth #Pipabeth #Valgrace #McJackson #AUs #PJO AUs #PJO #HOO #Ciara just has thoughts and writes them #There is not thinking involved #Valjackson #Crackships keep Fandom alive #Crackships

[2996-sana]

Seeking Arrangement - Rosé

Part 1

The pitter patter of the rain served as background noise for Y/N and Lisa who was sat on their couch munching on some cucumbers, eyes glued to the Kdrama playing on the TV. Y/N let out a dramatic sigh as she watches Ko Moonyoung and Moon Gangtae lock lips for the first time. The sound was not lost on her best friend who shot her a grin.

“Are you going all soft again, Y/N?”

Y/N rolled her eyes at the teasing tone in Lisa’s voice. This was not new as she was always on the receiving end of Lisa’s jokes about her being such a hopeless romantic. Though Lisa found this amusing about her best friend, she thinks there is strength in Y/N’s ability to believe in love after the shit her ex-girlfriend Suzy put her through. Could you really blame her? Being in love was without a doubt one of the best feelings in the world in Y/N’s book. For her, it was an overwhelming yet warm feeling that stretches throughout your whole body once it enters your life and leaves you feeling like you’re on top of the world (but its all fun and games until your partner cheats on you).

Despite this though, she was not in a hurry to find love. In fact, after the tragedy that was her last relationship, she just wanted to lie low and have fun for a while.

“Shut up. You’re lucky you’re in a stable relationship,” Y/N scoffs.

Lisa and her girlfriend Jennie have been together for 2 years now (3 years next month) and Y/N envied the love shared between the two.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. No one can resist you for too long,” Lisa tries to reassure her best friend, wrapping an arm around her.

Y/N grimaced, “Eh…I don’t really want anything serious at the moment. Especially after Suzy.”

Lisa pretends to gag at the sound of Y/N’s ex-girlfriend’s name, “I agree. Have fun and take it easy. You should like…I don’t know…find a sugar daddy or something.” They both chuckle at Lisa’s words, knowing she would never even think about it.

•

It was hours later on her bed while typing out a reply to some guy she matched on Tinder that she realizes how hard it was to find a worthy candidate to waste her time on. These boys lacked substance and were coming at her with the same pick-up lines. She wonders if they all got them at the same Fuckboy Convention. It didn’t help that she rarely matched with girls either.

She groans at the reply that came through.

Wyd tho? U tryna fuck?

“The audacity of these boys,” she mutters under her breath, closing the app.

As she stares at her ceiling zoning out, she remembers Lisa’s words from hours ago. A sugar daddy. She laughs at her best friend’s ridiculous idea. She could never.

Unless? No. It’s stupid. She doesn’t wanna give out any sugar AT ALL.

But she was bored out of her mind. For the past 3 months, she has been cooped up in her bed wallowing in self-pity while listening to the very suspicious sounds coming out of Lisa’s room. There were also only so many pep-talks she could give herself until she grew tired of her own words. It was this that fueled her to sit up and turn on her laptop. After all, she considered boredom as an invitation for her to find something that would raise her serotonin levels. And what is the value of life without a little fun? She owed herself the first few months of her breakup to relax and take care of herself after all the mental damage, but now she needed a little play. She needed both the loud and quiet joys of life, peace with a little bit of wild mixed in. It was needed to feed her soul.

She also couldn’t lie that she craved some sort of human connection and validation. Yeah, she definitely was not proud of that last one.

Y/N stared at the keyboard, not believing what she was able to type into Google.

How to find a sugar daddy?

What she found out during her deep dive in the wondrous world of sugar daddies and babies was the number one site to find one was called Seeking Arrangement.  

So that is where she found herself, blinking at the statement written in bold.

100% Free to Join!

To hell with it, she thinks as she begins to fill out the application.

30 minutes later, she nods in approval as she scanned through the photos she chose. She would totally hit herself up if she was a sad middle-aged man desperate for companionship. As she hits submit, she was met with pictures of men – and surprisingly women, although there were considerably more men – complete with their basic information.

Looking for a woman to spoil.

Looking for love.

Looking for a loving companion.

Looking for a good time.

It was nothing she didn’t expect to find at a sugar baby site but it was the net worth of the men and women displayed on her screen that caught her eye. She was almost tempted to message one of them but couldn’t find it in herself to do so. She rolls her eyes at the thought.

She spent hours researching and signing up for a sugar baby website and she still finds herself being stubborn about making the first move.

Glancing at the clock, she realized that it was almost 4AM. She decides that she was going to wait for someone to message her first instead. Besides it gives off the vibe that she’s hard to get and that’s always a little bit sexy, right?

•

"Y/N! Wake up! I made banana pancakes.”

Slowly opening her eyes and stretching, her foot meets a hard surface. The cold metallic feeling on her foot was enough to remind her of her antics 7 hours ago. She hides her face on her hands, sighing. Why did she think that was a good idea?

Once she was out of her room, she was met with the sweet smell of banana pancakes and nutella. She dragged herself to where the smell was most present and found herself in the kitchen where both Lisa and Jennie sat on the counter. Jennie threw a gummy smile her way while her best friend simply nodded at her presence, busy stuffing herself with her girlfriend’s banana pancakes.

“Vas happenin’, love birds?” she greets them with a faux British accent.

“What kind of dollar store Zayn Malik am I hearing right now?” came Lisa’s reply to which Y/N’s response was to smear Nutella all over her best friend’s face.

“Yah, Y/N!” Lisa whines as she hits Y/N on the shoulder.

Y/N gasps as she prepares to retaliate.

“Children! Stop it.” Jennie scolds the two. She was used to the duo’s playful fighting but she also knew it could go on for hours if she doesn’t put a stop to it.

Both were quick to stop but stuck their tongues out at each other.

Y/N grabbed her plate to return to her room. She glanced at the couple making sure they were preoccupied enough not to notice what she was up to.

You have 11 unopened messages!

A loose grin formed on her face at the notification. Not bad. She hurriedly opened her inbox to find the different men who deemed her worthy to reach out to.

It was all pretty tame, it being the typical greeting. She sighed, already bored. It wasn’t until she reached the bottom of her inbox where a small gasp came out of her. She sat up and read the sender’s name.

Rosé Park. A woman.

She excitedly clicked on the woman’s profile.

It only took the woman’s profile picture for Y/N to realize that this Rosé Park was the type of woman she fantasized about. For starters, she was a brunette and the woman was a blonde. She was a sucker for blondes. Who could resist a good brunette and blonde wlw duo?

Santana and Brittany. Rose and Rosie. Clarke and Lexa. Piper and Alex. Need she say more?

Basically, Rosé Park was a dreamboat. Something radiated from her pictures that Y/N knew rendered her irresistible to both men and women. She could outshine any of these men on the site any day. It also only took her profile picture to realize that the woman was a big deal. Her outfit looked straight out of the pages of a fashion magazine. Why would gorgeous and rich 25-year old Rosé Park want to talk to a normal and boring 23-year old like her?

Y/N composed herself, fighting back a smile, before returning to her and Rosé’s chat.

Hi, gorgeous. I passed by your profile and knew I had to talk to you. Looking forward to your response x

Y/N’s blush seared through her cheeks and for a minute she thought her face was on fire. She suddenly felt awkward, demure, and coy; even going as far as attempting to hide her rosy features behind her slim fingers even if no one else was around to see her. She blames it on the fact that an insanely beautiful woman complimented her. So naturally, it took her at least 5 minutes of over-analyzing every possible response for her to actually send one.

Hi there :) You’re one to talk. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

To her surprise, three little dots indicating Rosé was typing appeared beside the woman’s picture.

Haha, cute.

Hmm what brings you to this site, Y/N?

The woman’s question made her pause. She doesn’t even know the answer to that. Was she supposed to make some shit up?

Um I was bored.

She facepalms herself as she hit send. Really? Your brain cogs couldn't turn fast enough to come up with a more interesting response, Y/N?

Y/N thought she blew it as 45 minutes has passed and no response from the blonde bombshell came. She internally cursed herself for her boring response to the woman. Rosé probably thought she was an airhead.

•

It was 10PM after binge watching another Kdrama with Jennie and Lisa that she remembered being left on delivered by Rosé. Her mood quickly sours as she realizes she ruined her chance at getting to know the beautiful woman. Thinking to distract herself with the depressing fact, she goes to check if any of the men messaged her back. Sure, a man could never fill the void of a woman but she really needed to talk to another human being besides Lisa and Jennie.

Y/N was apparently in for a surprise because what awaited her was a message from the woman.

Well, I hope to provide some sort of entertainment for you ;)

I’m not one to beat around the bush Y/N. I think you’re stunning and a good lay in bed. That’s a really good source of entertainment for the both of us, no?

Jesus Christ. She was not expecting that.

Y/N knew what being a sugar baby entailed but she was still brought to a shock at how blunt Rosé was being and so early on into the conversation. The thought of being with Rosé like that, being able to feel her skin against hers, the godly sounds that it would elicit…

Her private thoughts made herself blush. It seems like if there was anything Rosé was good at it was making Y/N blush. But her unholy thoughts about the woman didn’t create a cute soft pink tint on her cheek like a healthy outdoors glow, it was beet red. Y/N figured that Rosé was probably highly practiced at the art of seduction. Rosé’s looks although a masterpiece sculpted by all the deities that exist… well, nothing so pretty could possibly harm you, right? But it was that combined with Rosé’s choice of words that had anyone she chose to even focus her attention on jumping through hoops to please her. So, she swallowed her pride and forced herself to play it cool, putting on a mask that she thought would appease the woman she really wanted to impress.

I like the way you think, Rosé. I like to think I make great company in bed too ;) Give me a time and place and I’ll be there.

•

That message was what lead Y/N to the 21st floor of Seoul Forest Trimage Towers, one of Seoul’s most luxurious and exclusive apartment complex, standing outside of Rosé’s penthouse two days later.

All the reasons not to go through with it and just leave came flooding in. Y/N can feel the soft panic growing inside her body as she wills herself to breathe in and out, not quite ready to ring the doorbell just yet. But before she could finish her fourth exhale, the door was opened to reveal the woman who has not left her mind ever since signing up for that damned site.

“I grew tired of watching you hyperventilate so I thought I’d do you a favor and open the door for you.”

Y/N almost choked on air as she looks at Rosé for the first time. The pictures on her profile did not do her justice at all. The woman could have graced every billboard or magazine in the city and she wouldn’t even question it.

Y/N did not say anything - did not know what to say. She was conscious of the smirking woman standing before her, dressed in a white dress that stopped just above her knees.

“Do you wanna come in, Y/N?” Rosé’s voice was dripping with amusement, eyebrows raised. Shyness wasn’t usually Y/N’s gig so what the hell was going on?

“Yeah, sure.”

Once she entered the threshold that Rosé called home, she immediately noticed how fancy and expensive everything was. She was immediately drawn to the large window overlooking the whole city. The glass was so clear that it looked like a high definition screen at the movie theatre.

Rosé quickly picked up on her fascination, grabbing hold of Y/N’s hand and leading her to the glass window. “Cool, huh? I picked this unit because of the view. The city below is so far away it's like another world. This penthouse is my cocoon and the window, well, the window shows me as much detail as I want to know.”

Y/N could only stare at their joined hands and then to the woman beside her, intoxicated by her words. “It’s beautiful, Rosé. I’d kill to wake up to this every way. You have great taste.”

“Yeah I do have great taste huh?” Rosé looked her up and down, biting her lip before chuckling. (Y/N swears she saw the gates of heaven open at the sound)  

•

A few hours later after a candle lit dinner prepared by Rosé herself and a bottle of wine, Y/N finds herself straddled in the living room couch being kissed roughly on the neck as pure pleasure runs through her entire body.

“Fuck,” she pants as she feels Rosé grind on her. Unable to control herself anymore, Y/N holds Rosé’s head in her hands and pulls her into a fiery and passionate kiss.

“Someone couldn’t wait,” Rosé smiled against their lips.

With a laugh, Y/N pushed Rosé down on the couch, switching their positions, not breaking the kiss. Y/N’s hands slowly work their way around her body, tugging on Rosé’s dress.

“Off.”

Rosé sat up slightly, allowing Y/N to pull down the zipper of her dress, feeling skilled fingers unhook her bra. Rosé tears it off herself before reattaching their lips. Immediately, Y/N’s hands found itself on Rosé’s breasts as she tugged on her nipples.

Rosé gasps against her lips causing Y/N to pull away, making her way down and sucking on the skin surrounding Rosé’s breasts before soothing it out with her tongue.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you but I’m not complaining,” Rosé giggles but whimpers midway as she feels Y/N’s tongue latch onto her nipple.

“Probably the wine.”

Y/N couldn’t help but think that their bodies fit together as if they were made just for this, to fall into one another, to feel this natural rhythm.

Y/N’s hands drop to Rosé’s thighs, caressing her from above her panties. Rosé moans at the feeling of the soft silk rubbing against her as Y/N’s mouth still busied herself with her nipple.

“Oh my god.”

Rosé grips her hand tightly onto Y/N’s hair as she feels the wetness between her legs. “Take your clothes off. I wanna see you.”

Y/N stops devouring her nipple to pull her shirt off. Rosé drops her hands to the zipper of Y/N’s jeans pulling it down and slipping her own hand in.

“Good to know I’m not the only one dripping wet,” she teases.

Before she could begin her sweet torture on Y/N, she feels hands finally moving inside her panties and her mind went blank.

Fingers toyed with her nub making Rosé bite down on Y/N’s shoulder. Thumb continuing to rub Rosé’s nub, Y/N slipped two fingers in. Rosé moaned so loud that Y/N swears it was enough to get her off.

Pumping her fingers around Rosé, Y/N felt a smirk making its way on her face. She couldn’t believe she was on top of the godly woman seeing her face all scrunched up in ecstasy. She feels Rosé pulling her in for another heated kiss as she picks up her pace inside the woman. With every moan and whimper coming out of Rosé’s mouth, Y/N feels her own wetness.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Y/N mutters under her breath.

She could feel Rosé getting close as the woman’s grinding on her fingers became sloppier and her breaths became more uneven. Burying her face on Y/N’s shoulder, Rosé tries to stifle her moans as she finally comes undone.

Y/N slowly leaves feathery kisses up and down Rosé’s neck as she waits for her to come down from her high.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N.” she hears Rosé trying to catch her breath. “I honestly wasn’t expecting you to take charge tonight.”

“Maybe I’m just full of surprises,” Y/N grinned, pressing a kiss on Rosé’s temple.

Rosé slowly sat up as Y/N leaves her place on top of her. “I guess you are.”

They both sat in silence as they picked up their clothes scattered on the floor before putting them back on. Rosé was the first one to break the ice as she reaches for her purse on the wooden table. It was at that moment Y/N remembered why she was even there in the first place. Disappointment stabbed through her like a knife. Somehow during the duration of the night, she made herself forget that she was there because of an agreement made online. As if she was there spending the night with a new lover, both milking the feeling of a love that just arrived. The night started out like a sweet melody of a blackbird -- full of promise, freshness, and newness to come. Now it sat like a cold cup of coffee waiting to be drained away. All of a sudden, she felt dirty and used and all she had to blame was herself. Rosé’s words from a few hours ago during dinner echoed through her head.

I signed up because I have no time for relationships. I’m just too busy for that. It saves me the hassle of meeting new people and having to get to know them, y’know?

And truthfully, no, Y/N didn’t know. She remembers Lisa telling her she loves like a puppy - devoted, playful, and trusting. So, no, Y/N didn’t know. She just didn’t roll the way Rosé rolled.

“Here you go,” Rosé reached out with a wad of cash in her hand. “Go treat yourself. You deserve it.”

It was the way Rosé said it, so confident and smug, that Y/N knew that she was not Rosé’s first rodeo. The woman sounded like she does it so often that she just didn’t care anymore.

“How many girls receive this same amount of cash?” Y/N laughs quietly and she hopes it didn’t sound as bitter as she felt.

“A couple a week,” Rosé grins so nonchalantly it makes Y/N stomach churn. “Why?”

“Nothing,” Y/N awkwardly shifts in her place on the couch. “Um, you really don’t need to. I’m not looking for cash.”

Rosé actually looked shocked at the girl’s statement. “I’m a little bit lost here.”

“I signed up because I was bored and curious not because I’m low on money,” she laughs keeping an unamused tone. “I really didn’t expect to reach this far ahead. So, you can keep your money Rosé.”

Y/N got up and started walking towards the door. She was halfway there when she felt Rosé grab her wrist.

“Why do you sound angry? Don’t act as if you didn’t know why I invited you here, Y/N.” Rosé looked at her confused. “We met through Seeking Arrangements for god’s sake. I thought we had a good time.”

Rosé did have a good time. Aside from the mind-blowing sex, she was impressed by Y/N’s ability to be present during a conversation, always having her own two cents to offer, which lead to a lot of fun and meaningful discourse all throughout dinner. She had never met a woman through that website as enchanting and beautiful as Y/N. Y/N was a smart woman who was good at sex and Rosé liked that. A lot. So why is she being difficult?

Rosé saw different emotions flash through Y/N’s face before settling on a look of defeat. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I did have a good time.”

Y/N stepped closer to Rosé. “I loved being here with you and money was never on my mind tonight. Maybe that’s why I reacted that way. I’m sorry. I joined Seeking Arrangements for fun because honestly…I was lonely and bored and looking for some sort of human connection and that’s what you gave me tonight. I just got lucky that you reached out. That was all I needed I promise.”

She offers Rosé a genuine smile before turning to leave once more. “Have a good rest of your night, Rosé.”

Y/N hears footsteps behind her as Rosé opens the door for her, a smile planted on her face. “You’re something else, Y/N.”

Before the door closes, Rosé speaks once more. “It’s Rosie now by the way.”

The last thing she saw was the woman throwing her a wink before the door finally closed.

#blackpink #blackpink x reader #blackpink imagine #rosé x reader #rosé imagine #blackpink scenarios

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Motion Sickness Chapter 196

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“You’re also dating Miss Rose?” Glynda asked. “Aren’t you a lucky man.”

“That’s what everyone keeps telling me. Am I? With everything you know about me?"

"Well…" she didn't have a ready retort.

"Anyway, there just isn’t room in the dorm for everyone. I’ll be buying a house out at Patch and flying in to commute everyday.”

“Is your Mover rating that high?”

“Yeah. It is. And Ruby and Weiss both want kids and there’s no way that will fly in the dorms here.”

“So you’re keeping this job?”

“Looks like it. Ruby and Weiss both want me to so I don’t really have a choice.”

“It does have benefits.”

“They like how safe it is for me. Compared to the sort of work I could be doing it’s really incredibly safe. And the pay is good enough to raise our family, coupled with our savings.”

“But Ruby Rose needs a place to stay while you house shop?”

“An extra dorm, maybe? If one is free. I don’t want to impose and I can make other arrangements if I have to. I’d like her and Weiss to be close though while we shop and plan our wedding.”

“You’re engaged to them?”

“Only recently.”

“You didn’t mention any of this whenever I brought up team RWBY,” Glynda smirked.

“I… tend to keep that sort of thing private. It’s not something I run around bragging about.”

“But you probably could.”

“Look… I could also rip a person in half. Probably shouldn’t do that. Or brag about that just because I can. Probably shouldn’t brag about my relationships either.”

“Those are the same thing to you?”

“Well, they’re both something I probably shouldn’t do. Occasionally the situation merits it. I have two fiancés. That’s pretty slick. They’re both beautiful girls who want my children. They like me more than I like me. That’s nuts.”

Glynda laughed at me. “You poor, poor man. How will you survive a dual pregnancy?”

“Maybe keep my dorm open here…”

“No. You have to pay the piper,” she laughed some more. “I’m glad you have this. I was worried when you told me about your experiences that you had no good things tethering you to this world. I’m glad that isn’t the case. You lost so much. It’s good that you have some bright lights in your life to keep you strong and happy. It’s far too easy to give into despair without something like that. It did weigh on my mind. What would I really do to stop you if the worst should pass? But you have these other hooks pulling you to the world besides your work. I’m happy for you.”

“Thank you…” I trailed off. “I hope we never have to answer the question of stopping me. I hope it never comes to that. But I’m glad that you were preparing yourself. It makes me feel a little safer. That’s one of the perks of this job really. You. You probably stand the best chance of getting in my way.”

“But you don’t think I could stop you.”

“Maybe that will change. But no, I don’t think you can. That scares me.”

“I’ll get you the keys to another dorm next to yours. Best of luck with the house shopping and wedding.”

“Thanks.”

“Miss Rose’s presence won’t impede your work, will it?”

“I don’t think so. Our attempts to find a good antipsychotic are more likely to disrupt my work than Ruby is.”

“But that’s important and you should do it.”

“Yeah. It’s important and I really need to do it. But it’s hard. Have you ever been on that sort of medication?”

“No, not me. I was a little depressed after Beacon fell but not so much that I required medication.”

“Yeah. It’s difficult to describe exactly what those meds are like. They change you. They change the way you think and function. Every aspect of your life just becomes slightly twisted and wrong. The way you remember stuff and feel emotions and think in general just becomes slightly off. And that’s the goal. To find the right twist of yourself that causes you to be more stable. But it’s a fumbling and blind watchmaker. They have your genetics which can show them which meds might work. But you still have to try them and that takes months. It seriously takes a long time to go up on a given med, see if it works, and go back down. And your goal is just to survive and get through the day while that happens.”

“Well, nobody has reported any problems with your teaching ever since you started a new batch. So I don’t see that as a problem. I wish you the best of luck in finding the right medication combination.”

“Thank you again.”

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“You got an extra dorm room?” Ruby asked. “Who is going to want to sleep there? The other two will be snuggling up in this dorm and one other person will be left out in the cold.”

“He obviously planned for himself to be the odd one out,” Weiss interpreted.

“What?”

“Come on. He meant for us to be together and for himself to be out in the cold.”

“That’s so like him. I want to pull my hair out.”

“It’s temporary,” I cut in. “Just while you guys find a house you like out in Patch.”

“So it’s true. You meant for you to be the one out,” Ruby glowered.

“Temporarily,” I reminded. “Come on. There just isn’t room here.”

“I don’t like it,” Ruby said.

“Neither do I,” Weiss agreed.

“Then find a house you like fast and buy all the furnishing you want.”

“What’s our budget look like for that?” Ruby asked.

“Something in the ballpark of two point five million,” Weiss informed her. “That leaves plenty for the honeymoon and wedding and a decent amount of savings. Jaune’s making something like two hundred thousand a year here.”

“Well that should be fine then. We’ll have our pick of houses. We can even build one.”

“If you want to wait that long,” Weiss interjected.

“Oh. That’s true. Jaune will insist on being out in the cold that whole time. He’s such a goofball.”

“I’m right here,” I pointed out.

“Ah? So you are,” Weiss observed. “But for how long?”

“Um…” I trailed. I looked between them.

“You dumb blonde.”

“What am I going to do? Kick one of you two out?”

“We could alternate,” Weiss proposed.

“Don’t be ridiculous. If I can’t alternate spooning you two, you have to see why I have to be the one out in the other dorm. That’s life as a guy. I just have to hold that ‘l’.”

“Goofball.”

“But I’m not wrong, am I? I have to be the one out because the alternative is one of you being the one out and that just won’t fly.”

“And why not?” Weiss pressed.

“You know why not. I can’t kick one of my ladies out into the cold. That’s not okay with me. I’m very much not alright with it. And you wouldn’t have me any other way. That’s just the way it goes. You girls get to be warm and cuddled up and I need to find a way to deal with it.”

“That’s not fair,” Ruby disagreed.

“That’s my job,” I fired right back. “I always automatically get the short straw. That’s the price I have to pay for being engaged to two fantastic girls. You two need to accept that. That’s about as fair as it gets.”

“Ugh. You make me want to hit you,” Weiss decided. “But you like it when I hit you.”

“You’re such a darling. Especially when you hit me. It’s like, wow- how can I even cope without you hitting me in that way you do? Hit me some more, Weiss. Just go to town on me. I can take it.”

“It means I’m mad at you and I want you to stop.”

“Sometimes. Sometimes it means ‘that was clever but I know what you did.’”

“We’ll have to find a house fast then. And set a date for the wedding. And Jaune and I need to get an engagement present for Weiss and Weiss and I need to get something for Jaune. Oh no, we need to get something for Jaune. What do we do, Weiss?”

“I was hoping you would have ideas…”

“He is hard to get things for because he’ll love it no matter what. What are we going to do?”

“Just get me any old thing and I’ll be happy that I’m being thought of at all?” I suggested.

“Shut up, Jaune. This is serious,” Ruby informed me gravely. “No matter what we do he’s going to treasure it.”

“That’s what I thought about you but we managed to pick something out. None of us like material things like jewelry,” Weiss pointed out. “But yes, he’s going to be impossible to shop for.”

“I’m literally so easy. Just get two rings each of which has your name or signature on it and call it good.”

“Ugh,” Ruby managed. “He’s awful.”

“He’s the worst,” Weiss agreed.

“And yet you two are marrying him. Me. Marrying me. Fucking wild.”

“Language,” Weiss chidded.

“Butt,” Ruby reminded. She thumbed her new necklace. She popped the little latch open and closed as she worried it. It clicked and clacked minutely. “Well I don’t know. I have no ideas about what to get for him. This is going to take some serious brain storming. And it can’t be his ring idea because that will just gratify him.”

“He’s seriously horrendous about it. Could you imagine if we actually have to resort to that idea?”

Ruby shuddered.

“What’s wrong with the ring idea?” I asked. “I’d love it.”

“You suggested it. That’s what’s wrong with it,” Ruby pointed at me with venom. “We can’t use it for sure now.”

“She’s right. We can’t. It could have worked but because you came up with it, it just won’t fly,” Weiss agreed.

“I don’t get it. Is this just one of those girl things?”

“No.”

“Kinda,” Ruby informed me.

Weiss sighed. “We can’t let you win.”

“So it’s a game?”

“No,” Ruby informed me.

“A little,” Weiss said. But somehow they seemed in total agreement.

“This is super serious,” Ruby told me. “We have to make sure our idea is original and good.”

“But we can’t take your word because no matter what we get you, you will say you like it. And we can’t take any idea that comes from you because it has to come from us. So it’s kind of a game but it’s a fun and serious game. And you keep entrapping us more and more.”

“So if I come up with more suggestions-”

“Don’t you dare,” Weiss warned.

“Got it,” I said but I didn’t really at all. “I was just trying to make your lives easier.”

“We know. But that makes our job all the more difficult,” Ruby said. “You’d do anything to make our lives easier. You’d love a crummy gift and cherish it forever. So we have no way of knowing if our idea is any good.”

“And you coming up with suggestions just limits the things we can actually do because we have to be the ones to come up with it without your help. It’s honestly a little like why you think you always deserve the short straw. It comes from a gentlemanly place but it’s frustrating to deal with and we can’t even really be mad at you for it because it’s gentlemanly. Do you see?”

“A little better now. I’ll send you guys a list of suggestions.”

“Don’t!” Weiss ordered.

“No!” Ruby begged.

“I don’t know. I sort of like this strange power I have over you.”

“I’ll give you head if you don’t,” Ruby bargained.

“You’d do that anyway. You’re such a bottom. You do whatever I tell you in the bedroom.”

“Maybe I’ll take charge and be in control for once,” Ruby threatened. But she was threatening me with a good time.

“Sure. Yeah. Go ahead,” I agreed. “Whenever you want, sweetheart.”

Ruby’s gaze wavered then fell. “You butt.”

“Don’t bully Ruby. And don’t come up with any more suggestions. You basically eliminated our ability to choose rings as a gift at all,” Weiss informed me. “Just like that. In one fell swoop you demolished so many possibilities. Don’t make our lives any harder by trying to make our job any easier.”

“So if I just started listing jewelry items you would be screwed.”

“Seriously do not. I’ll give you head,” Weiss somehow made that sound threatening. “We’ll both give you head.”

“That would seriously be a good enough engagement gift,” I told them both. “Like honestly I don’t want anything and time spent with you would be priceless. Weiss could sing for me and I would be like, ‘this is enough.’ Ruby could look at me with those eyes and it would be a job done for you guys. I really don’t want anything more than what I already have.”

“We know that too!”

“That’s why you’re so hard to get a gift for,” Weiss explained. “No matter what we do it will be ‘good enough,’ and you know what? Maybe we want to do better than 'good enough.' But we have no way of knowing if it really is better than ‘good enough’ because you belong to us so completely that all you really want is a tandem blowjob or the sound of my voice or Ruby’s gorgeous eyes. We want it to be more special than that. We want it to be something you carry around and always feel to remind you of us. A blowjob just isn’t it. Or Ruby looking at you. Or listening to me sing just won’t cut it.”

“I think that depends on the blowjob. And therapy costs money but listening to you sing is priceless.”

“Aw.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere. Don’t ‘aw’ that, Ruby. That’s how he gets you. He’s just trying to flatter me.”

“Yeah. I am,” I agreed. “And you can’t take that away from me. Because you’re my darling and I want to flatter you. I would be honored if you were flattered by me. It would be my special, privileged pleasure.”

“You’re such an asshole,” Weiss decided.

“It’s shameless how you flirt with me,” I swooned. “Insult me. Hit me. Abuse me. It only shows that you care.”

“I can’t win with you,” Weiss decreed. “No matter what I do you get to walk away from this the victor. I can’t reward you. I can’t punish you. There’s nothing to be done because you take it all in stride.”

“You could come give me a hug,” I suggested. “Let me scoop you up in my arms and kiss your neck.”

“I bet you would like that wouldn’t you. I bet you would just love that.”

“Yeah. I would. I really would. And so would you. Don’t rebel against your desires, Weiss. Would it really be so awful to get swept up into my arms and kissed around the ears.”

“You plague me. Just because I told you not to bully Ruby, you harass me instead.”

“But you’re so adorable when I trap you. It’s like when Ruby blushes. I want it so bad. It ought to be criminal how you enslave me. But no, you walk around as a totally free woman to tease and taunt and make me into a dog. That’s what is really not fair.”

“You give me that power over you. Of your own free will.”

“You give me this power over you. You could deny me. You could deny me and shoe me off. But you don’t. You like it.”

Weiss’s cheeks turned rosy and she looked at Ruby for assistance.

“What? I would also like to kiss your neck. I’d like to watch him eat you for lunch. Don’t expect me to bail you out. Tell us, Weiss.”

Weiss sighed resignedly.

“Look how red she got around her ears,” I pointed out to Ruby.

“Careful. You’ll melt her, Jaune,” Ruby agreed.

“I told him not to bully you and this is how you repay me? You’re supposed to have my back,” Weiss demanded.

“I do have your back. Just not how you want me to.”

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-WG

#war of the roses #motion sickness #rwby #ruby rose x jaune arc x weiss schnee #lancaster #white rose #whiterose #whiteknight #white knight #glynda goodwitch #ruby rose #jaune arc #weiss schnee

[flyingpurplepeopleeater42]

Who's your favourite doctor (from Doctor Who) and favourite companion? (Those are my standard questions every time I come across someone who watches Doctor Who.)

Oh boy (this is gonna be a long post 😂😂)

It's kinda difficult for me to do favourites but I'll try.

I've watched season 1 to 11 from the 2005 reboot so what I am saying is based on that.

First of all , I do not like 9. Idk if this is controversial of sth but 9 is just boring. The writing this season is awful (3 EPISODES WITH FARTING ALIENS ?!?!? REALLY?!??!) with the notable exception of where-is-my-mummy episodes. Even the 9th doctor's outfit is plain and not even close to the other iconic doctor-outfits we had through the seasons. The only thing I adore from that season is Captain Jack. I love him. He owns my whole heart and no I will not elaborate.

So since 9 is out of the way I'll talk about 10th,11th,12th and 13th.

Firstly in terms of writing/story:

11th had clearly the best writing and the most interesting plot in his seasons (mainly the whole River Song- subplot and fantastic monsters like the Angles and The Silence. )

Same goes for 12th with episodes like Hell Bent /Heaven sent or that inception-like Christmas episode etc. (Capaldi's last season was kinda weak so that's why I put him second here)

Then we have the 10th doctor. I liked the Master and every episode Moffat has written but I wasn't a fan of episodes like Doomsday (yeah a lot of dramatic stuff happened but the deus-ex-machina at the end threw me off)Also 10th had really well written companions (I love Donna and Martha)

Finally we have the 13th. WHY CHIBNALL WHY?!?! The 11th season was boring. All the master were human-like things with deep voices and the only episodes I actually liked was the Rosa Parks episode and Demons of the Punjab.(and I liked them coz of their interesting historical setting.The aliens were again shit.)Also 13th had a huge companion-problem. WHY GIVE HER 3 GODDAMNED COMPANIONS?!?!?There wasn't time for any actual character development for any of them. They were just plain stereotypes. I wish that they would ditch Ryan and his Grandfather and keep Yasmin as the companion.(idk despite the shit writing I still love Yaz and I think that Mandip and Jodie have great chemistry)

Now in terms of acting

I LIKE ALL OF THEM.

I love david Tennant coz he even tho he gave the character that playfulness/silliness you could still fill all the underlying anger that came from all the time war related stuff.

I love Matt Smith coz when I look at the 11th doctor I dont just see a young face. I see that 900 year old creature who's been through a lot and is running away from his past. (Bonus: BOW TIES ARE COOL)

I love Peter Capaldi coz he gave us a more angry/disappointed (emo?!?!) Side of the doctor.(Bonus: The war speech at the Zygon Invasion episode is def one of my favourite dr who scenes of all time)

I love Jodie Whittaker too. I believe she captured very well the eccentric part of the character and I am surprised that she still delivered such a good performance given how shitty the script was.

Soo I am done with the doctors let get to companions now.😂

Well

I ADORE MARTHA JONES. SHE IS AWESOME. SHE IS GREAT. I AM IN LOVE WITH HER.

I love Amy Pond too. I just like her character and the whole idea of the girl who waited/ is tired of waiting any more is great. Also the romance with Rory 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼.(plus !!!!!!!!!SEASON 7 SPOILERS!!!!!!!! the Angels in Manhattan episode ripped my heart into pieces and given my current Merlin obsession I seem to I love that🤣)

Donna is HILARIOUS. Catherine Tate + David Tennant = Comedy Gold.

Clara Oswald was great too and worked really well with Capaldi's doctor.

I like Bill Potts too. Her story is kinda needlessly confusing and not that interesting but I cannot help but stan a gay science fiction nerd

Yasmin has the potential to be a great companion but as I mentioned before...shit writing

I don't even consider Ryan and Graham to be companions ...they're just there... just entities that exist in the tardis....def not companions

Finally ......maybe the most controversial part of this post: I do not like Rose Tyler. I do not like how she treats Mickey (I do not like Mickey either but that's besides the point ) I absolutely hate that whole romance between her and the doctor.And overall I find her annoying. (I think Billie Piper is a great actress tho)

Bonus: James Corden's character is lovely and that episode with him , the doctor and the baby trying to stop the cybermen is one of my all time favourites and I believe that deserves a special mention .

So that's it. I think I am done.🎉

#thanks for the ask💙💜 #how about you? #who's your favourite doctor and companion? #doctor who #11th doctor #10th doctor #12th doctor #martha jones #amy pond #river song #clara oswald #bill potts #yasmin khan #rory pond #captain jack harkness #donna noble

[phoebehalliwell]

Oh what kind of power set do you think Chris and Bianca’s kids would have? Also wouldn’t it hilarious is they had triplets? The Power of 3 all in one go 😅 Like would they have the Telekinesis/Molecular Manipulation/Precognition on top of powers from Bianca? Or would they split like Piper’s or would the mix of their parents powers create something new?

so hmm the way i write the phoenix is that they’re witches naturally born without active powers that basically function like normal witches with two main caveats: they can do dark side without ever become warlocks, like it doesn’t matter how many innocents they kill they’ll always be immune to power’s like piper’s molecular immobilization & they have no power limit. so like what we saw with dr williamson in astral monkey or paige in the fifth halliwell or richard lmao if you have powers you have meant to have it takes a toll mainly mental but if you really stack up it can be physical too. phoenix do not have that. you could literally shove all of the charmed ones’ powers into a phoenix witch and she’d be fine. and then also being a phoenix, just like we see with being a normal witch, is a dominant gene. (like how almost every woman in the warren line married a mortal but like all of their kids were witches. basically every phoenix born is well. a phoenix. u can tell by the birthmark.) i also. i don’t know if they’d have three kids. just because like. you know chris loves his family but i don’t think he particularly like loved his childhood wouldn’t leave it a rave review and then of course bianca was basically raised in a cult so there’s nothing to write home about there either. i think they would want two kids because chris was raised w/ siblings n would want his kids to have siblings, and bianca was like and only child and it kinda sucked so she’s also game. zoinks, i think if they had triplets,,,, i mean goodness gracious me that’d be a lot i think chris would just have like a constant rotation of relatively on the phone like hi it’s me chris help please. i feel like. just given the bloodline like how strong how powerful the warren witches are like. i think both of their kids would be born phoenices, but would come with like. a power preinstalled. which is good lmao because the phoenix themselves have a power back where you can get just about everything you need but they’re also like a cult and bianca wouldn’t really want to raise her kids in that environment so like. They Do Not Have Access To It. i can’t really decide which power tho. i kinda wanna just say telekinesis. it’s a classic. it’s hella practical. but it’s just so commonplace i think i want a more traditional charmed power. i do like. i do like the split of someone getting the primary powers and someone else getting secondary. so like one has telekinesis / freezing / premonition and the other has like molecular combustion / empathy / healing. i’m torn on whether or not to give them more. they’ll both be part-whitelighter, so maybe orbing telekinetic orbing cloaking omnilingualism and part of me says like i don’t wanna make em Too Stacked but like also. magic gets stronger w each generation. they’ll v likely be heading up gen3. so like. i could. but i’d probably just have it be an insanely slow process to unlock each power like they’re initially born no active powers like a phoenix and then by like schooling age they each get one at preteen two at teenager three and then like mid to late twenties four. i think. they’d have to have family names. from the halliwells probably because i don’t think bianca really likes her lineage that much but i think she’s also you know. attached to it. i think the phoenix all carry the last name of their ancestor burned in the salem witch trials (bishop) and since you know they don’t get married or anything really fathers aren’t a big part of the phoenix there’s never really been any need to modify. and i just. i think bianca likes her last name. yes it’s last name of the phoenix - but she is a phoenix. and it does honor her ancestor and she doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with that like what the phoenix currently is is fucked up training kids to be guns for hire but that’s not was they Are you know they are the witches who rose from the flames daughters of the witches you could & 100% did burn women the world wanted dead but who refused to die. there’s power in that name. i think they’d probably hyphenate. i also think they’d both have daughters as the warren line has a female slant as does the phoenix line, so just like statistically they’re having two girls, and as far as names the eldest probably gonna be victoria and victor 100% cries a lot about it and the youngest. hmm. probably leona. eldest victoria piper halliwell-bishop and youngest leona elizabeth halliwell-bishop, elizabeth being the name of the first phoenix.

#once again i've just gone name shopping in ''people involved in salem witch trials'' #for a period accurate name #lots of margaret!! n i might be biased but haha wow what a cool name #but like. So Many Elizabeths #so #charmed #next gen #chris halliwell #bianca bishop #chris x bianca #charmed next generation #💌

[paraclete0407]

Stuff I might never get to do (from books I read after I thought I had mastered the Bible / Scripture)

1.

Theories of ‘political vision’ - ex. Obama’s ‘A Promised Land,’ or from someone I miss, UKPM David Cameron’s ‘For the Record.’  Also records of military careers and the consequences and lessons therefrom, particularly Gen., Prof. Stanley A. McChrystal’s ‘My Share of the Task’ - decades of one meal a day, utterly excellent love-letters and wisdom-writings to his wife, sweeping reports, culminating in the operation that ‘extrajudicially or para-judicially executed’ bin Laden.  I also never forgot the NYTimes photo of the SEAL operator’s back-muscles.  My giant Obama critique, however, was one of those ‘grandfather Hall of Presidents’ books that I want to postpone.

2.

My mistakes and wishes.  Ex. the woman I wanted to marry in early 2011; I had cut off my parents for 6 months and called one night my mom; she got really drunk that night, flirted with foreigners from [ultra-mercenary cram-school that hires anyone], got terrorized by [b/Black man of the type who clearly believes ‘As I am b/Black I know everything worth knowing and can terrorize, antagonize, demonize anyone and anything for the greater glory of my own ego / Chairman Mao].  Culminating in me in the ladies’ room telling her to get up and I told her so, going back to the pub-room and threatening the mercenaries, and finally being ‘mogged,’ masculinity-compromised or eclipsed / overpowered, by the man who was either her surrogate father-figure, rapist, seducee-turned-wrist-breaking-controller, no one really knew, and my ex-father-figure who however either a) failed to bait the trap properly and/or b) failed to communicate the true meaning and message and purpose of his love for me, to me.  But, it was instrumental in blowing what was probably the best job I ever had, and the only job that ever asked me back. 

After that I started honestly trying to live for either a) the younger generation b) ‘just me.’  I also made a number of hard or soft promises to students involving me writing stuff.  Don’t say ‘will’ or ‘might’ to Koreans b/c it kind of spiritually translates in to ‘shall’ or ‘must’ or ‘has to.’  They’re the poor in spirit from what I can tell.  

I also drove around California for a while, missed a job-offer from a Catholic university in [central Korean city], and thought a lot about F. Scott Fitzgerald.  Studied Emmanuel ‘ethics-as-first-philosophy love-of-wisdom-converting-into-wisdom-of-love’ Levinas a bit, read ‘Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother’ and couldn’t sleep

3.

Sundry ‘Teacher Dream(s).’  I’d been hoping in a way that ‘Free Food for Millionaires’ author Min Jin Lee, JD Yale etc, would put this all in her ‘American Hagwon’ but she’s been baking fancy cakes and writing offside / deflective lit. about Japanese gays for like 10 years while NK marched on in real life killing people and Koreans were also dying from numerous causes, running away from home, economically induced suicide, amazing shame- and rape-culture: cashing in.  I remember my last night at the hagwon, a time of bonhomie, when I perhaps might’ve even said, ’Y’know, can I un-resign-in-protest?’  Boss, What’ll you miss most about Korea, Korean women?’  Me (playing the fool), ‘There are Korean women in America.’  Boss, (sforzando), ‘Gyopo women.’

My ‘best guess’ anyway at ‘edubusiness’ was sth I labored at off and on for now like 6 years called ‘Three Kings’ which is partly about a white ex-literary agent family named ‘Foch’ after the French Generalissime who actually won WW1, famous for his ‘moral factor’ theory of war as well as his remark, ‘This is not a peace but an armistice for 20 years.  He makes 400,000 dollars in his 1st year of college by advising his roommate to publish his ‘freshman’ novel with an extreme ‘point,’ not worrying about winning every possible reader, just let me edit all the sign-post-phrases and tell you what I firmly believe you were trying to write, sell this novel for 2million dollars, marry the Korean girl across the hall, forget RU, cultivate life and love with your stylus, and I’ll continue to march on simultaneously trying to promote love while reading everyone and everything semi-against or [angle / thrust-vector to] their grain (for their own good).  Later he starts a school with his two friends, an MD/PhD program dropout from LA and an MBA ex-Samsung Managing Director or something.  But in the end his MD/PhD friend can’t stop thinking about [student’s] amazing breasts and [MBA] friend can’t stop hating and short-selling himself w/r/t marriage and self-regard b/c he’s stuck in the other-always-has-more-money-always-more-money-to-make mentality.  In the end the protagonist resigns in protest from the company he himself designed, developed, planned, etc. but didn’t have the money to call his own after reaching the position of ‘Joint Department Head’ which is kind of like ‘Chief of Staff’ to a president at a much smaller scale.  He’s a devout literal Christian or at least Christianist who wishes the world were Christian and he reflects in the end on the Longfellow poem about the Three Kings who ‘know King Herod’s hate’ and had to travel back to their homelands a different way.  There is also a possibly-to-be-deleted ‘Interludio Meridiana’ where he happens across the molested constantly male-gazed student in Nonhyeon (a neighborhood South of the Han River but not at all like the PSY song), starts to hear Palestrina’s ‘Sicut Cervus’ (listen to it on YouTube - Palestrina’s polyphony philosophy is one of the crowns of human art) in his head, wanders down to the bus depot and finds that his thoughts / creativity etc. have become cathected, chained to, or at least led by memory, and he has joined a ‘chain of being’ that connects the past to the future.  

4.

‘Bethlehem Dream’ - kind of my homage to the forementioned Kim Minju of IZ*ONE, my last favorite pop-star before assuring Christian friend I’d stop following K-pop (I’m against BlackPink and their entire organization).  Connects to all my dreams and theories of education - including my extreme disillusionment with education, and sympathy for anyone made the ‘beneficiary’ of the latest theory or tool - as well my homage to the school that most closely approximates my dream school, Prof,. Pastor, Dr. Chancellor John Piper’s Bethlehem College and Seminary in Minneapolis.  And also, women’s desire to have children / babies, even without husbands, men’s desire to bear spiritual fruit with or without traditional fellowship.

5.

Masculinity in novels.  Not Norman Mailer Philip Roth stuff but novels that can lens reality from the top down and not get addicted to some or other cupidity or method of endearing / charming the audience, which often makes them stupider or causes them to regard hidden truth as an outright lie and/or triviality.  MJL’s ‘Free Food for Millionaires’ was pretty masculine; better is billionaire Michael Kim’s ‘Offerings,’ a novel I wish I could teach someone only I can’t find a good student / reader and maybe I myself missed the point and only thought I got it.

Thinking quitting while ahead - I really don’t know whether adding to people’s minds and knowledge at this point in Time is good or whether writing amounts to feasting the already glutted, furnishing them further excuses for disbelief and inaction and alienating / dividing them from the hungry and poor.  I like a song called ‘Love Song for No. 1.’  Remember talking about a walk in the woods I took, understanding something about the Other’s first language the authenticity of this language and its nativity to their understanding and ‘originary’ or ‘birth-mother’ identity or ‘self-system.’  Not something to tell your Anglo-but-ish-they-were-Teutonic biological parents because they will make like they want to backhand your head off then spend years denying they’re either racist, non-believers, or what I have come to call anti-believers; people who amid ‘Delta Covid Summer’ are trying to destroy the beliefs of others.  Also Dr. R.C Sproul Ligonier Ministries, ‘Forgetfulness is apostasy.’

6.

‘Flowers on Water.’  Kind of my homage to Krystal Jung Soojung of ‘hieroglyphic’ girl-group f(x) and later IMO excellent actress, her best moment perhaps the final episode of ‘My Lovely Girl,’ a shocking and awesome scene that appears to talk about Resurrection and Eternity.  The protagonist is another cynical edubusinessman who is thinking about mass-death, getting mad at mainstream American Christianity for singing songs while people were drowning, and finally on Google Books comes across a teacher-poem from 1881 titled ‘Flowers,’ for a group of rather hapless seemingly American Indian students in California as well as critiques of educational praxis which, in 1881, were identical to what they are today.  ‘God is sovereign in all things’ - such a difficult category.  I abandoned this novel for a number of reasons such as the belief that I might be able to reverse-engineer Brad Thor or something for a quick buck.  Went to Half Price Books (now closed) where they had a picture of the Jackson Five over the toilet in the men’s room.  I read a bit of a one-dollar Brad Thor book about Russia but on the way on home I once started once again dreaming mytically about Korean girls / women as it began to snow and thinking about ‘Lo How a Rose E’er Blooming’ (’Es Ist Ein Rosentsprungen) the German Nativity song which Michael Praetorius composed at least in part in response to the appalling Reformation Wars and out of a hope or wish that remembrance of Christ’s birth could somehow reunite the Church.  This also made me think about a high school I admire / respect and my old friend and his now-divorced wife with whom I many times fantasized about singing and talking with again; and whom I kind of wish I could tell the author of ‘All Quiet on the Western Front’ remarried his first wife eventually but IDK what good it is to give already-dreaming people more dreams either.  

It’s 9:35 AM and my ‘insomnia’ type notebook-postings haven’t made me any new friends in a while.  My last thing is just, if you care about Education or young girls / American women / culture / schools, achievement, heroines, stories, or for that matter Bible-translation or the latter-day odysseys of the nominal Episcopalian Church, with trembling heart, try to reflect on Headmaster Josiah Bunting III’s ‘All Loves Excelling.’  

One of my favorite Christian songs is ‘The Death of King David’

And God said that day shall dawn

to bring that flow’r newly born

from thy stem in fullness growing

in fragrance sweet night and morn

all My people shall adorn

with Breath of life bestowing

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

[the-jade-cross]

The Art of Falling in Love - Chapter Two

Chapter 2 - Nurse Professor Marshall... uh oh!

Hey all! This is part two of my Cavillry Writing Challenge Story: The Art of Falling In love. Chances are there will be 5-7 chapters of this story;) Enjoy!

Echo jumped when Professor Marshall’s large, firm hand slammed a piece of paper down on her desk. She mentally swore when she dropped her pencil and had to fumble with it in order to not drop it on the ground. She looked at the paper to see that it was the homework assignment they had been sent home with the day before… 60%. Oh crap.

“I am assuming that the past week of formula and equation work has done nothing to improve your math standards,” Marshall growled.

Echo stared at the paper. She was never one to faint over a bad grade and her mother always told her that failing a test or assignment does not make you a failure. However, staring at the bold letters in bright red marker on the sheet of paper, Marshall breathing down over her petite seated form, she definitely felt like a failure.

Maybe it was the lack of lunch again that was making her brain tone out, but she honestly didn’t know what to do. She felt weak in the legs, her head was spinning, and her stomach hurt. On her way to drop Piper off at school, her younger sister had informed her that she had forgotten her lunch, so Echo provided her with her own lunch, feeling that Piper’s young, growing and energetic body needed the nutrition more than she did.

“Come up to the board Miss McKenna,” Marshall snapped, walking to the front of the classroom without even looking back at Echo. “Solve the problem.”

Echo fumbled with her things and closed her notebook and pencil so they wouldn’t role around and fall on the floor before weakly getting to her feet and walking blindly to the front of the room. She stared up at the problem. Oh crap! This was one of the problems she got wrong! Well, apparently either 3.14 is not pi or something else in Echo’s evaluation had gone wrong… that’s it! Narrow it down till she can figure out where she went wrong.

Grabbing a piece of chalk, she lifted it up and began to write when suddenly she realized something felt off…. Why was it so hard to write? Oh…. How did the chalk end up in her left hand? Her brain must really be gone! Apparently, Professor Marshall noticed this as well for he was considering the girl with a confused look glinting in his eyes. Echo quickly switched hands but as she began to write, the 3’s began to look like 8’s and the 4’s like 1’s…. wait… how can a 4 look like a 1?

Echo went to wipe her eyes, thinking that perhaps it would help but the moment her hand made contact with her face, everything went black. All she could remember was the scraping of chairs as several girls leapt to their feet in shock, screams and gasps running through the room and distinctly she heard Alice cry her name. She felt her legs finally give way and she waited for the contact of the hard floor on her back or even worse, possibly the corner of Professor Marshall’s desk on her head… it never happened.

A pair of warm, thick arms wrapped around her legs and the other cradled her head just before it would have made contact with the table. Warmth… it had been so long since Echo had felt this kind of warmth… the warmth of being engulfed in someone’s arms… now she knew why the twins loved it when she rocked them to sleep. This body heat was amazing, washing over her whole being and encasing her in a safe cocoon. Instinctively she leant into the warmth, realizing that the warmth was soft, large and firm but the arms around her body cushioned her and the warmth she pressed her face into was smooth.

Alice let out a breath of air in relief when Professor Marshall rose to his full height, Echo safely wrapped in his arms. No signs of blood so that meant that he caught her just before her body made contact with anything. The girl couldn’t help the smirk that crept its way onto her face at the way instead of just holding her in his arms, Professor Marshall had her held so close to him that her face was nestled in the crook of his neck.

“Class is dismissed,” Professor Marshall said with a surprisingly calm tone with very little venom in his tone.

The girls didn’t waste a second in leaping to their feet and clearing the room but not before Professor Marshall had strode out of the room with Echo in his arms. All the students walking briskly down the hallways stalled to stare at the tall, burly professor as he held the small girl in his arms, making Echo look like a little elementary girl in comparison to his huge stature.

“Walter!” a familiar, bright voice called, and Professor Marshall swore underneath his breath.

Of all days of the week, why did Professor Shaw decide to take a vacation and request Substitute Professor Brandon to come in? This was not the day that Marshall wanted to listen to Brandon rant about all the beautiful female professors (Which was only a minor 13% of the professors in the university). Not only that, Brandon was the only professor who did not seem to understand that Professor Marshall hated people calling him by his first name. Even Walt was better than his full first name.

Marshall knew though that Principle Cavill would be giving him an earful later if he hurt Brandon’s feelings and did not acknowledge the incredibly friendly, social professor. Professor Marshall turned with Echo still secure in his arms and Professor Brandon froze in his swift strides to stare wide eyed at the small girl in Marshall’s arms. Brandon might be a substitute teacher and only on campus when needed but he knew a thing or two about Professor Marshall the Vice (anything but Marshall’s sensitivity about his first name) and one of them was he knew that Marshall never made physical contact with anyone other than a handshake. Not even a hug, pat on the shoulder… nothing.

Now, seeing the huge bear-like professor holding a small female student in his arms so gently like she was a china doll but also securely like a mother bear with her cub, Professor Charles Brandon did not know what to think.

“Hey, isn’t that Solo’s top art student?” Brandon inquired, taking a step closer and tilting his head in an attempt to get a good look at Echo’s face which was partially hidden by her hair.

Marshall let out a growl which came out sounding like a rumble in his chest, holding Echo instinctively closer and shifting just enough so that her long strawberry blond hair flopped over her face more to hide it from the curious, prying eyes of Professor Brandon.

“She fainted. I’m taking her to the nurse’s office.” Marshall replied.

Brandon’s eyes widened, “Well that is bad timing.”

“Why?” Marshall asked, rather irritated that Brandon was taking up more of his time.

“Mrs. Bryant takes off around this time and does not come back until after lunch. This is around the time that the Nurse Aide workers are in.” Brandon stated, knowing that Marshall trusted people very poorly.

Brandon’s words struck a nerve and Marshall’s eyebrows knitted together. He did not want to put any of his students in anyone’s hands but Mrs. Bryant who had been the head nurse at the university for twenty years. All those NA students who were helping were either slacking or didn’t know the difference between a dislocated elbow and a broken bone… to be honest though, Marshall didn’t know the difference either.

Marshall sighed, knowing that Brandon wouldn’t have brought up Bryant’s absence if he didn’t have an ulterior motive. Marshall lifted Echo in his arms to gently move her limp head so that it was buried further into his neck, hiding her face from Brandon who had reached forward to push her hair aside to get a look at her.

“I’ll take care of it,” Marshall assured Brandon. “Don’t you have to drop by the library before your class?”

At once, Brandon stopped trying to sneak a peek at the mysterious fainted girl that Marshall had wrapped in his arms and a huge grin spread across the professor’s face at the prospect of seeing a certain attractive librarian. “I’ll see you later Walter.”

Despite being called his first name, Marshall allowed a miniscule smile to grace his lips as Brandon turned on his heel and practically sprinted like a fangirl down the hallway toward the library. Marshall glanced down at the girl in his arms and sighed. There was nothing else to do…

When Echo’s eyes slowly cracked open, she did not recognize her environment. A clean navy-blue ceiling and on the walls, very few photos or pictures. The walls were lined with books, but Echo noticed that most of them were spirals. Echo slowly went to sit up, only to spy the tall foreboding figure standing with his back to her, a large folder of homework in his hand and his phone tucked between his shoulder and his ear as he spoke.

“I know it is the student’s responsibility to inform us if they are to miss class but there is no avoiding it when the student is unconscious. Solo, Miss McKenna is out cold, and I do not know when she will wake up so unless she wakes up in the next two minutes and is ready to pay attention in your stupid art class then you are just going to have to deal with me breaking the news instead of her.” Marshall growled into the phone before letting out a string of curses under his breath which seemed to force Professor Solo to comply. “Thank you for being so understanding. Bye.”

Echo resisted the urge to chuckle at the sarcasm in Professor Marshall’s tone but found that her throat was dry, and her stomach still hurt from not eating lunch. Professor Marshall turned and lifted his blue eyes to notice that her big brown doe eyes were watching him.

“You’re awake,” he observed, setting down his work to grab something on his desk and walk over to her. “You were out for about fifteen minutes. Care to explain what happened?”

Echo shook her head, “I was just not feeling well… I apologize for causing you trouble.”

Professor Marshall sighed, “You do not usually pass out cold just because you are not feeling well. It had to have been something bad to make you faint in math class.”

‘It actually is not as hard as you think’ Echo thought to herself, ‘Just taking your class is enough to make one’s brains burst!’

“Why are you taking math anyway?” Marshall insisted, crouching next to the couch so as to be eye level with her. “Math is not a requirement for art students.”

“I am not studying art,” Echo replied.

Marshall frowned before standing up and sitting on the couch next to her, “You are not?”

Echo shook her head, “I am studying to be a certified Nurse Aide. Math was the only subject I had not completed for the diploma.”

Echo went to speak when her stomach had to choose that opportune moment to fight against her and growled loudly. Marshall lifted his eyes to hers, looking at her from beneath his long lashes and he smiled just faintly.

“So that’s it.” he said in a low voice.

Echo blushed crimson as Professor Marshall rose to his feet and grabbed something from his desk before returning to her side and holding out a wrapped sandwich.

“Eat,” he commanded.

“Is not this yours?” Echo inquired.

“I always bring extra for certain math students who find it a normal thing to forget their lunches,” Marshall told her.

Echo half expected him to have said it with sarcasm but there was surprising gentleness in his voice. Also… how did he know that this was not the first time she didn’t bring lunch?

The girl decided to obey and unwrapping the sandwich, began to eat it, only to find herself engrossed in the rich sandwich of leafy greens and meat. No mayo or dressings… interesting.

She jumped slightly when an ice-cold cloth came in contact with her head and she was surprised to hear Professor Marshall speak in a worried, gentle tone.

“I am sorry.”

He quickly retracted and finding that the cloth he had heated for her had gone cold, he got to his feet and went about warming the cloth back up. When he returned to her side, he knelt down and placed the now warm cloth over her forehead and Echo let out a sigh of contentment. Marshall froze in his actions and Echo lifted her head, thinking she had done something wrong only to find Professor Marshall staring at her with a surprised expression on his face which was something she had never seen.

After what seemed like forever, Professor Marshall drew away and returned to his work, keeping his back to Echo. When the girl finished eating, she moved the blankets from her lap only to find Professor Marshall standing over her, holding out his hands. Echo slipped her small hands into his much larger ones only to feel her hands being encased by pure warmth as he drew her to her feet.

Echo went to thank him when she realized how close they were standing. Of course, unlike in the movies their faces were not close but at least a foot apart due to their difference in height but Echo felt her eyes glued on his blue icy orbs. Marshall’s head was tipped toward her, letting several stray curls flop over his forehead and Echo was sure her brain was not the only organ of her body bursting at the sight. Echo found her mouth dry again and her lips instinctively parted which seemed to draw Marshall in, his eyes glued on her plump pink lips that were partially moist from her licking them and he swore in his head when she bit down on her bottom lip in nervousness. He quickly released her hands and took a full step back before turning back to his work. Echo snapped out of her other reality into the real reality and walked toward the door.

“Where are you going?” Marshall inquired sternly, his old self back.

“Professor Solo will be disappointed if I do not show up to class,” Echo told him. “Thank you, professor,… I am sorry I caused you trouble.” Professor Marshall went to tell her that she was no trouble, but the girl had exited and closed the door behind her. The moment she was gone, Marshall approached the door and touched it… why did his heart break when she closed the door on him? Sighing, he pressed his forehead to the door. When she had sighed at the touch of the hot cloth on her face, Marshall had felt his face heat up and his heart had pounded in his chest faster than it ever had before. He wondered what she sounded like if she was cornered by him like a kitten cornered by a dog. Would she mewl or would she hiss? He groaned and slapped the door with his hand, startling poor Professor Kent who had just been about to knock on Marshall’s office door but upon being startled out of his life by the sound, Kent decided it was best to leave the bear to whatever agony he was dealing with.

Marshall turned around and went to sit down at his desk chair when he noticed the pillow and blankets, he had wrapped Echo in, tucking the ends around her like a nest and adjusting the pillow at least four times before he was satisfied that she would not get a neck cramp. Now, the three blankets and pillow were neatly folded and sitting at the end of the sofa in his office.

Sighing, he sunk down on the sofa before picking up one of the blankets and pressing it to his nose. His sharp senses picked up the faint smell of vanilla and nutmeg and he found himself sighing. What was this girl doing to him?

*************

“Legs up ladies!” Coach Sy bellowed, making the earth rumble with his voice.

Professor Marshall had to grip Professor Kent’s shoulder to steady the poor man who had been so engrossed in his homework grading that he was not prepared when the bleachers shook from the coach’s bellow.

“Remind me again how you always convince me to come out here to do evening grading?” Marshall demanded of Professor Kent.

Clark smiled at Marshall and patted him on the shoulder, “Because we are childhood friends Walt, and you know that if I was out here alone, I would end up in the nurse’s office every day.”

“Why pray tell? Because you would pass out from crying so much due to my absence or you would get a football through the face?” Marshall teased sarcastically.

Kent went to reply when a girl’s scream caught their attention immediately. Marshall looked to the field, waiting to see Coach Sy rushing to whichever girl was in trouble… but there was no sign of Syverson. Jumping to his feet, Marshall rushed down to the field and the crowd of girls parted to reveal Coach Sy on the ground, his eyes closed and sweat coating his face.

“He just fell down!” One of the girls cried.

Marshall got to his feet and touched Syverson’s head. It was hot and he was breathing heavily. Grabbing Sy’s warm, he looped it around his neck and lifted the large burly man up with some difficulty before walking toward the building.

“Kent!” he bellowed, shaking the bleachers again. “Get the girls inside. I am taking him to the nurse’s office!” ‘And this time I will not be taking a detour to my office’ he thought to himself.

When Marshall reached the nurse’s office, he was delighted to fight the hallway free of students so he didn’t have to worry about having people throw questions at him but that meant there was no one to open the office door so he attempted to balance Coach Sy with one arm while grabbing the handle but that failed when suddenly the door opened and there stood Echo.

Marshall went to ask her if she was alright, thinking she was there because of another fainting spell, only to catch sight of the navy-blue scrubs she wore, the analog watch in her wrist and her hair pinned back from her face.

“Miss McKenna?” he inquired.

“Coach Sy!” McKenna cried, rushing forward to help Marshall support the burly coach.

Marshall was rather perturbed that Echo did not acknowledge him or answer him but then he remembered his mission when Coach Sy let out a distressed groan as the two laid him down on one of the hospital beds.

“What happened?” Echo asked in a surprisingly calm tone, startling Marshall since she didn’t scream, cry or rush around like any other girl would.

“He just fell down,” Marshall explained as Echo touched Sy’s forehead then lifted his chin back and listened for his breathing.

“It’s heatstroke,” Echo said finally. “He is the fifth today. This heat is hitting everyone really hard. We need to wrap him in ice to cool him down.”

Marshall watched as the girl went to a cabinet and drew out a large human bag. She then turned to Marshall.

“I need your help,” she explained.

Immediately Marshall obeyed and helped her slip Coach Sy into the plastic bag before helping her shovel ice into the pockets of the bag to cool Sy’s body temperature down. When they were done, Echo zipped up the bag and went about attaching an IV drip to coach Sy’s arm to offer him hydration. Marshall watched her constantly as she worked gently and efficiently, always stopping to make sure Sy was comfortable.

When she was done, she took a seat next to the bed where Sy lay and began to administer cool cloths to Sy’s forehead. Marshall never took his eyes off her as she worked steadily. He felt a deep twist in his stomach every time Echo’s hands came in contact with Sy’s forehead. He wanted her so badly to touch him… but why was it that whenever he moved to touch someone he couldn’t? Like he couldn’t cross the bridge? Why was it that whenever he touched her was it always a necessity? Like having to carry her to his office and helping her to her feet? Why couldn’t he bring himself to touch her for no reason at all… just for the sake of touching her?

The reason Marshall could never really directly touch people in general other than a required handshake was because as a child, his mother was single and never held him… never kissed or hugged him… he became cold and whenever he did try to touch someone… they would disappear. He had no assurance that if he touched Echo she would not disappear.

“I did not know that you worked shifts here,” Marshall observed when the two of them fell silent while waiting for Sy to wake.

Echo shrugged, “Luckily the hours I work are not incredibly busy, so I have time to study while I am working.”

Marshall glanced around the room and sure enough, on the nurse’s desk were her math textbooks, notes, spiral and pencils. Marshall suddenly felt a deep pain of guilt, knowing that he hadn’t made it any easier for her by pestering her every day in class.

“Why did you choose to change your major?” Marshall inquired.

“I am not the first student who has changed their major,” Echo observed.

Marshall frowned which made Echo hang her head, embarrassed for talking back.

“I mean, why did you give up your dream major to study nursing?” Marshall insisted.

Echo sighed, “It is not that I do not like nursing… I guess my interests changed.”

Professor Marshall considered the girl steadily. He found her answer very hard to believe. Being friends (By default, not by choice) with all the other professors, Marshall heard about all the prime and favorite students and of course, Professor Solo never failed to rant about his prize student: Miss Echo McKenna. When Marshall learnt that Echo would be in his math class, his first thought was that perhaps she was taking the class because she needed the extra credits but from what Rachel and Solo told him, that was the least of Echo’s worries since she had above required credits every semester.

“But why are you working hours here?” Marshall inquired. “if I remember correctly, your sister was working here. You should be concentrating on your studies.”

Echo had the deep desire to point out that she was concentrating on her studies and that she had no choice but to take Amazon’s shifts but then she remembered that the professor did not know about that and the kindness in his tone indicated that he was just concerned about her… or was he just concerned about her studies? Probably the latter.

“I try professor,” Echo replied in a quiet voice before rising to her feet and going to pour a glass of water.

When she returned, coach Sy had woken up and was blinking around him in confusion.

“You had heat stroke,” Marshall explained. “You are in the nurse’s office.”

Sy nodded but grumbled something about ‘being the worst time to be a sissy and faint’. Marshall smiled softly to himself at Sy’s sarcastic personality. Echo returned and helping Sy sit up, she held the cup of water while he drank. When he finished, Echo touched his forehead to check and smiled.

“You are cooling down. You’ll be ready to go if you stay in the ice for another twenty minutes and then rest for an hour. No outside work for you today,” Echo told him gently.

“You forget Miss McKenna,” Sy grumbled. “it is my job to teach sports.”

“And you forget coach that there is something called an indoor gym,” Echo said, planting her hands on her hips and speaking in a firm, commanding tone. “And as your NA, you have to take your health into consideration.”

Both professor Marshall and coach Sy stared at the girl in shock and Marshall fought the urge to smirk at Echo’s bossy mother tone but then went to scold the girl for speaking rudely to the coach when Sy let out a chuckle.

“Well, I’ll be. Now I know why Bryant wanted you to work here. I’ll work indoors Miss McKenna but only for today,” Sy complied with an amused smile.

Echo smiled and nodded her head, “Fair enough, but if you work outside, be sure to not stay in the bright sun too long and drink plenty of water.”

Coach Sy nodded and leant back to enjoy the cold compress wrapped around his whole body. Marshall stared at the coach in surprise but also felt a jab of annoyance at the smile that Echo had reserved for the stubborn coach.

Just then, the door of the nurse’s office opens and in walks Mrs. Bryant. She takes one look at the coach, professor and Echo before smiling.

“Thank you for taking the shift Echo,” Mrs. Bryant said kindly. “You are free to go now.” Echo smiled before removing her scrubs that topped her jeans and t-shirt before grabbing her backpack and making for the door. “See you tomorrow Mrs. Bryant.”

The girl left but not before smiling and waving to Sy and Marshall, closing the door behind her.

“That girl should not be wasting her life working,” Coach Sy observed. “She has the makings of a mother.”

Marshall smiled but his eyes glared at Sy warningly even though Sy wasn’t even looking his way. Mrs. Bryant chuckled. “I whole heartedly agree but it seems she already has that taken care of.”

Marshall snapped his head in her direction, his heart plummeting, “She is dating?”

Mrs. Bryant shook her head, “Echo has never dated a day in her life. I mean, she was left to raise her younger sister after her parents died and when her sister Amazon gave birth to twins, Echo took up responsibility for the twins when Amazon refused to.”

Coach Sy snorted. “Isn’t Amazon the student that Professor Holmes has been complaining about? Missing all her classes and not even turning half her assignments in?”

Mrs. Bryant nodded, “She has also been skipping work and I called Echo to tell her that Amazon would be fired if she did not attend shifts more regularly, so Echo offered to take Amazon’s place. Honestly, Amazon is spoiled because she has such an innocent, generous sister. She never cares for her own children and the twins are more Echo’s children now than Amazon’s. The girl even drives her little sister to school every day and back home. It is a miracle Echo is not failing her courses.”

Marshall frowned. Maybe that was why it was so hard for Echo to improve in her math. Slowly rising to his feet, he excused himself before stepping out of the nurse’s office. When he was sure there was not a single student or curious professor within earshot, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number.

It buzzed twice before it was answered, and a bright voice came on. “Hey! Marsh old man! What are you up to? Not bursting any students’ brains are ya? Oh wait… you teach at that all girl’s school, don’t you? Please tell me you haven’t burst any ovaries plus the brains… chances are the girls are too scared of you… so what can I do for you?”

Marshall sighed when his friend finally decided to stop ranting happily. “I need you to look into something for me.”

“Sure thing! Person, place or thing?” the person inquired.

“Person. The name is Amazon McKenna. She is a student at West Bridge University. Early twenties.”

“Okey dokey,” the other voice muttered after a moment. “What exactly do you want me to look into?”

“She has been skipping classes and work and laying all the work on her younger sister. Find out what she is doing. Check her social media, activity, is she into drugs or alcohol, suicidal, anxiety attacks. I want everything that could be a possible answer to her behavior,” Marshall said firmly.

The person on the other side was quiet as he wrote down the information. “Quick question Marsh. Are you curious about the girl because you have a thing for her or is it the younger sister that you have a thing for? Or is this just your detective side shining through?”

“I am a professor. I do not have a detective side,” Marshall huffed.

The other person chuckled. “Sure, sure, whatever. I’ll look into the girl. I will call you if I find anything. Give me a week at the most.”

Marshall nodded, “Thank you. I’ll talk to you later Ethan.”

With that, he hung up.

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Dancing In The Dark or Jealous Rage

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This Passage contains potentially: swearing, violence, blood, angst, whump, fluff and smutty content.

Summary: Kirby goes with the girls out to a night club while Roddy is away, jealous escapades ensue after he gets back and hears about her antics.

Kirby's POV:

I woke up the following morning (The 24th) alone, no sign of Rod, I was confused until I saw the clothes laid out and a note on top of my leather jacket.

'I've gone to do some work in Pennsylvania. Don't worry, I'll be back later this week. Love You, Mo Chridhe. Roddy.'

"Mo Chridhe, that's, that is Scots for … yeah, Scots Gaelic for my heart … Aww, Roderick you romantic eejit."

I went about my usual morning routine and the rest of the day was thoroughly uneventful, but the night, oh the night was fun, or at least it was when it started.

Billie had suggested we go out for drinks and have a good time, and so we did.

About three Espresso Martinis in I started to loosen up.

"So," Vickie inquired, "How's Piper?"

"I'm not sayin' nothin'"

"Oh, c'mon Kirbs," Sam begged, "Tell us."

"No, mind your own business."

"Kirbs, ya gotta tell us at some point." Holly added, the alcohol making her New Jersey accent thicker.

"Alright, fine, but don't tell anyone." I warned

They nodded in agreement and let me continue.

"When we came back to New York, we started dating and one thing led to another and we 'made love' but regardless of all that, I think he's the one."

"So, you'll marry him?"

"If he asks, Vic, if he asks."

Holly butted in, "I need to get you around other men, you know, to see if Piper's the real deal."

She took me by the arm and dragged me, drink in hand, over to a gaggle of men, all of whom looked like they were either construction workers or American football players. Holly let go of my arm and sat on one of the guys laps, whispering something I couldn't hear before getting up and walking off.

I felt like a piece of meat being thrown to a pack of tigers, it didn't take long for one of them to take the drink from my hand, place it on the table and lead me to the dancefloor.

Now, you must know, I'm not one for dancing, I'll sway to a relaxed beat or head bang along to some rock but, dancing with someone who I don't know in a provocative way isn't my thing, but without hesitation this guy started hitting on me and trying to get up close and personal.

It took all of my mental strength not to sucker punch the guy in the face and walk back to the hotel, I held out for as long as I could. hours passed without me realising and I had gotten quite tipsy, Vickie walked me back to the hotel and dumped me on the bed in the pitch black of the room, closing the door behind her and her footsteps quickly faded out of hearing range.

The next day (25th January 1984) was much like the previous, get up, morning routine, grab some coffee, wait to see if I had any matches booked, hear nothing from Damien, go out with the girls that night for some 'fun' but to me that 'fun' was ever so slightly turning into heart-breaking torture.

Any time I danced with these random guys in clubs, I wanted to be able to slow dance with Rod, to hold him close to me as the music played in the background. I didn't get as drunk as the night before and got back slightly earlier, trying to call Roddy to hear his voice, but he didn't pick up. I went to sleep alone again and had a nightmare once again.

I woke up on the morning of the Twenty-Sixth to the sound of the door opening and closing, hearing a distinctly Scottish voice whisper out the phrase 'Mo Chridhe'.

"Rod, is that you?"

"I didn't mean to wake ya, it's just, well," His voice faltered, as if he didn't know what to say, "Billie stopped me in the hall and told me everything." He sounded hurt.

"I tried to call ya. I tried to be the first to let you know what we had done." I got up and took my sweat-stained shirt off, tossing it to the floor and heading to the bathroom, still half asleep.

"Ya did? Ya went out and danced with strangers two nights in a row while I was gone and thought a phone call could patch things up?"

That set me off, I rushed out of the bathroom to confront him, "I fucking hated doing it! Both times! I wanted to reel back and sucker punch those bastards in the face! Roderick Piper, would you fucking listen to me! I am your girlfriend! I am YOUR fucking woman! Would you just fu-"

A rough but passionate kiss broke the stingingly lonely silence from him, his hands caressing my arms and holding me close. I hadn't realised I was crying until then, I hadn't realised he had let a few tears slip himself until he pulled away and wiped his eyes.

"I'm sorry I ever brought it up. I know ya wouldn't do anything without a good reason and I'm so, so sorry I left without telling ya before I did."

I sat myself down on the edge of the bed, wiping the tears from my eyes and feeling Rod put his arm over my shoulder.

"Schultz told me to buy you roses, ya know. An' I told him I didn't think ya liked roses, I told him that I thought ya would like chrysanthemums instead."

I let out a small 'uh huh' and Rod continued.

"I also told him that when we got back I was gonna take you out for some blueberry waffles and a hazelnut cappuccino, cause I know how ya like those an' we could be together and just relax an-"

"Roddy?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Can you dance?"

"I'm not a great dancer, why?"

"Well, can you just sway to the rhythm of a song?"

"With you, absolutely."

"Thank you, f'anwylyd."

"Anytime, mo chridhe."

He kissed my cheek and my temple, whispering out a gentle 'I'm sorry' before using his other hand to make me face him and kissing me gently but lovingly. He got up, pulling me off the bed and turning the clock radio on and increasing the volume.

"And now, a big hit from last year, this is Big Country with 'In A Big Country'."

'I've never seen you look like this without a reason'

Rod twirled me around in his arms, a smirk already on his face.

'Another promise fallen through'

I could hear Rod mumbling the words in unison with the radio.

'Another season passes by you'

He twirled me back around, stepping closer and intertwining his fingers with mine and curving his other arm around my back.

'I never took the smile away from anybody's face'

Rod had stopped mumbling the words and started humming along.

'And that's a desperate way to look'

The sweet smile on Roddy's face made me smile lovingly in return.

'For someone who is still a child'

He cleared his throat, spinning me away from him before pulling me close to his chest.

"In a big country dreams stay with you" Rod sang in unison with the radio.

"Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside" I joined in.

'Stay alive, here we go'

"I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered" We sang in unison with the radio.

"But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered"

"I'm not expecting to grow flowers in a desert"

'But I can live and breathe'

Rod misstepped and fell backwards onto the bed with me landing on his lap.

'And see the sun in wintertime'

"Are ya alright Roddy?"

'In a big country dreams stay with you'

"I'm fine, sweetheart, are you okay?"

'Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside'

"I'm okay. Everything's fine in the world again."

'Stay alive'

I stood up and helped Roddy off the bed, turning the radio down slightly and humming before singing along.

"In a big country dreams stay with you"

Rod soon joined in, going back to a simple two step and trying not to stumble again.

"Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside"

"Stay alive"

"So take that look out of here it doesn't fit you"

"Because it's happened doesn't mean you've been discarded"

"Pull up your head off the floor, come up screaming"

A knock at the door quickly silenced the two of us and Rod turned the radio off completely, giving me a quick kiss on the lips and walking over to answer the door. Upon seeing the frame of the guy leaning against the wall, I sighed heavily and Rod looked between me and this nobody.

"Hey, I was told this was Miss Kay's room, who are you, her brother?"

"Wrong, Idiot. I'm her husband."

I wanted to interrupt Roddy but held my tongue, trusting that he knew what he was doing.

"Yeah, right, small fry, and I'm the Pope, move outta the way." the guy's mood shifted from confusion to anger.

"No really," Roddy pressed, his voice getting more gravelly with rage, "I'm her husband ya slovenly low life, now fuck off before I hurt ya."

The guy got further into Roddy's face, "What are you gonna do, limp dick."

Rod smirked, "Limp dick, huh," He mocked before poking the guy in the eyes, "Bye-Bye, asshole," He finished, slamming the door in the guy's face.

We could both hear the sound of the guy saying 'fuck that' and running down the hall.

"'I'm her husband'?" I raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Well I'm not gonna say 'She's my girlfriend'. Being your husband has more impact."

"Ya could've just called me over and kissed me, Roddy."

"Who was that guy?"

"Some fuck from one of the nights you weren't here. Ugly motherfucker too, surprised he knew where to find me…" I trailed off, knowing exactly who had told him where I was, "That little Greek bitch."

I stormed my way up to the door, only being stopped by Roddy mere seconds before I could leave the room.

"Woah, woah. Calm down there, Giantess. We don't want a massacre now, do we?"

I breathed out a heavy sigh and Rod pulled me into a hug.

"C'mere baby girl," He rubbed his hand up and down my back to soothe me, "Calm down baby, I know it may be aggravating to have someone ya trust try to split up a good thing, but just calm down."

"But she told them where we, or at least I am, Rod. I can't trust her after that. Especially after her trying to set me up with one of the ugliest motherfuckers I've ever seen."

"What about me?" He said pulling away and sitting on the edge of the bed

"Well, you're," I stopped, searching my mind for the right words, "Well, you're just, you are so handsome. You've got the most amazing blue-hazel eyes, and your hair is such a rich brown, and you're built, y'know, your musculature makes you look strong but not intimidating, however that may just be a giant to normal person thing. Oh, and your voice is calming to me, except when you're cutting a promo. I mean I would object to your choice in shirts, but only because the idea of other women seeing how muscular you are through the way your shirts cling to your body gets me a little pissed off."

"I make you get jealous, really?" he teased.

"Don't you dare." I warned, trying to stop him from aggravating me further.

"Does the idea of women fantasising about me gets you riled up with fury?"

"Rod, don't do this."

"Does the idea of me posing with another woman in my arms anger you?"

"Roddy, shut up."

"How about the idea of me kissing another woman while drunk?"

"Roderick. You shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you."

"What if I laid on the beach with just a towel coverin' my crotch, in full view of a bunch of ladies, how does that make you feel."

"I warned you, three times now, don't you go getting me angry, boyo. You'll see how vengeful I can be, Roddy," I pondered for a moment before changing into a knee-length amber coloured dress along with my spiked black heels, my leather jacket and a thin layer of apricot scented lip gloss and headed out, "Bye Roderick."

"Wait no, baby, come back."

I closed the door and fast-walked down the corridor, heading towards the stairwell, hearing Roddy open the door just as I started down the stairs.

He caught up with me about five minutes later, while I was waiting outside, handing me my wallet and pressing a kiss to my cheek, before whispering in my ear.

"I'm sorry I got you jealous, now can we please go out to somewhere, nice."

"If you're so sorry, you won't try that trick again, right?"

"Oh absolutely, I don't want you to do that again."

I kissed him and started walking down the street, Piper's hand just above my ass and his plethora of sweet nothings once again flowing from his lips. We headed out for the evening and by the time we got back to the hotel, a now drunk Roddy laid down and passed out before I even got the chance to kiss him goodnight.

END OF DANCING IN THE DARK or JEALOUS RAGE

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muses and fcs i wanna use. lmk if you’re interested! 

fcs i wanna use

adeline rudolph

aisha dee

aldis hodge

amanda seyfried

anna diop

antonia thomas

ashley madekwe

brenda song

choi sooyoung

hwang in-yeop

jamie chung

jessica henwick

ji chang wook

john kim

jurnee smollett

kang han na

kang tae oh

kim do yeon

kim tae ri

krysten ritter

lana condor

lee da hee

lee do-hyun

lee pace

lee sun bin

lupita nyong’o

melissa o’neil

mena massoud

michael trevino

ni ni

okamoto tao

park bo young

park so dam

park yoo na

quintessa swindell

rachel hilson

rahul kohli

raymond ablack

rebecca ferguson

samara weaving

song kang

tahirah sharif

timothy olyphant

van veronica ngo

yoo in na

yoon so hee

muses i wanna use (some are more written out than others due to newness lol - down for other plots not listed)

-alisha murphy; 38; fc: billie piper

general practitioner at a small town practice; sweet; married to her job and will drop everything to help someone; surrounds her office/home with different plants; doesn’t really have time for romance but loves love; gives all the advice and never takes her own

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3

-charlotte kwan; 30; fc: jung eun-chae

medical resident; sarcastic/dry humor; straightforward; will stand up for herself and others; slightly competitive; has a good work-life balance

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3 

-chester “chess” mao; 52; fc: lucy liu

works for a supernatural verse if wanted (shapeshifter and/or immortal being)

oddball; works random jobs to have some cash but otherwise lives comfortably (by her standards); likes to help strangers and people in a bind; observant; likes to travel to random/obscure places; isn’t very serious; can sometimes talk in circles rather than getting to the point; loves cats; can be petty when provoked

inspo: phoebe buffay (friends), nick miller (new girl)

plot idea: 1, 2, 3, 4

-cordelia lee; 38; fc: song ji hyo* (alt. park bo young)

works for a supernatural verse if wanted (vampire or magical abilities)

astronomer; lived against her family’s expectations; fell in love at a young age but lost them to unfortunate circumstances; mostly a “spinster” due to it; finds comfort in the nighttime; goes camping; soft

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3

-evelyn wan; 31; fc: go bo-gyeol

interior designer; usually on the quieter side unless she’s talking about her work; type of person to be in love with their best friend and never say anything; homebody; also doesn’t sleep because she overworks herself

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3

-harmony rosales; 26; fc: cierra ramirez

got married too young and is now going through a horrible divorce; ex is an asshole; loves loves, so super sad about her marriage failing; also a marriage counselor; cares about everyone and everything; comes off sophisticated, but is a mess; likes to surround herself with pretty things

plot ideas: 1, 2

-isabelle wollf; 51; fc: rachel weisz

professor of biology and drama; lives in santa cruz; science nerd; goes to play, concerts, and art galleries; comes from money but doesn’t seem like it; disorganized teacher; tends to go on tangents when lecturing/speaking; was in one serious relationship set up by their families

plot ideas: 1, 2

-katharine goodwin; 42; fc: rosamund pike

money launderer; conwoman; pretend heiress essentially; likes to live lavishly; manipulative; will be cold/curt if she doesn’t know them/doesn’t like them; fiercely loyal to people she cares about; willing to get her hands dirty, but prefers not to; doesn’t have family ties

inspo: rio (good girls), mazikeen (lucifer), emily thorne (revenge)

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3, 4

-kayla driscoll; 41; fc: rose byrne

art curator; moved away from her family in australia for her job; paints in her free time; middle child of two sisters; makes bad choices when she’s interested in someone; ignores red flags all the time; always gives people the benefit of the doubt; constantly gives people a second chance

plot ideas: 1, 2

-kim joo won; 31; fc: choi sooyoung

works for a supernatural verse if wanted (fallen angel or immortal being)

enjoys antagonizing people; flirty; doesn’t think about boundaries most of the time; likes having stupid fun; has a difficult time opening up emotionally to others; collects art, clothes, and jewelry; made her money through investments and owning property

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3, 4

-lucinda “lucy” dyer; 46; fc: amy adams

bad at communication; uses physical intimacy as a distraction; black sheep/ostracized from her family; works at a book store; passed law school/exam but decided against her career; smokes and drinks a little too much; witty; comes off standoffish; pretends to not care; lonely; doesn’t know how to ask for help

inspo: fiona gallagher (shamless), camille preaker (sharp objects), jessica jones (jessica jones)

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3

-marlow mao; 40; fc: elodie yung

family made their wealth through shady means; sold out her father’s criminal activity and had to “runaway” essentially; artist; sells her work under a pseudonym; lives in one of those rich, beach towns; personable but private; doesn’t let people know about her past; worried/concerned about her family/her father’s connection’s finding her

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3, 4

-natasha chung; 29; fc: shin se-kyung

event planner for upscale events; temperamental; difficult in relationships (trust issues, jealously, not emotionally available enough, indecisive); doesn’t necessarily trust people in general because her social status/family wealth; can be a tad immature at times personally; badass at work; high-end taste

plot ideas: 1, 2

-quentin dae; 25; fc: nam joo hyuk* (alt. lee young hwa, lee do-hyun)

actual nice guy; carpentry and repairs are his thing; very much a quiet nerd growing up; looks like he has it together, but does not; will highkey freak out and worry during inconveniences; rarely crushes on people and tends to like the same person for long periods of times; is very bad at flirting

plot ideas: 1, 2

-rosaline perkins; 29; fc: elizabeth lail 

architect at a big international firm; moved to paris for a job; found out she was pregnant after a one night stand; didn’t bother finding the bio dad before the move; decided with family support to keep her baby; can either be working in paris or has moved back to wherever else

plot ideas: 1, 2

-sun hee “sunny” park; 29; fc: lee sung-kyung

script supervisor; had a childhood best friend (and crush) that moved away without warning; feels like she’s surrounded by idiots a majority of the time; loves her job but hates it for dealing with people; has worked in the industry for nearly 10 years; super organized; slight control freak; social interactions exhaust her

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

-tara hwan; 49; fc: sandra oh

baker; owns a bakery shop in the city; very confident in herself and her abilities; comes across scary but is surprisingly sweet; likes to end her day with a glass of wine and trash tv; constantly thinking of new baking ideas/designs; doesn’t put up with rudeness or entitled people

plot ideas: 1, 2

-tinsley porters; 28; fc: jodie comer* (alt. adelaide kane, chloe bridges)

doesn’t stick to a job more than a year; like adventure/traveling; gets restless easily; immature at times; child at heart; can be reckless; believes in soulmates; follows treat others the way they’re treating you; avoids problems and serious situations/conversations; orphaned at 3 years old; believer in found families

inspo: peter pan (peter pan)

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3

-winona renwick; 30; fc: poppy drayton* (alt. jenna coleman, amber stevens)

aspiring chef; spent a majority of her time taking care of her father (widowed and an alcoholic) when her mom passed away; lost her mom in her early teenage years; decided to move away for college to live her own life; worked 3 jobs until she found a steady income after graduating; doesn’t know how to do healthy relationships due to her dad; doesn’t want to have to rely on anyone for help or be a burden; passionate when it comes to cooking

plot ideas: 1, 2, 3 

#plot bunny #wanted fc #also just reference for myself #probably going to try and make chara bio thingies again #maybe lol

[need-a-new-hobby]

Lessons Learned

Aaron Hotchner was dreaming about his family; his beautiful wife, Haley, and their beautiful son Jack, on a picnic, little Jack kicking a ball around, Haley smiling at him. He reached out to hold her hand but a ringtone broke the fantasy. Sighing, he reached for his phone instead.

"Hotchner…When?…Did they raise the terror alert?…No, that's probably best…All right, get everybody in now. I'll be there in a minute." He hung up and Haley slowly got up next to him, combing her hair behind her face.

"What’s going on?" She yawned, folding her hands over her face and pulling her knees close to her body.

"Nothing, I just have to go to the office."

"It’s 6:15, and you're talking about a terror alert? It's bad, isn't it?" She rubbed her face and Aaron got dressed behind her.

"I don't know yet."

"Please don't lie to me." She knelt her chin on her shoulder.

"It might be. I may not be home tonight. I mean, I might be home late."

"I know."

"Shoot. I forgot. Tomorrow is the day we scheduled to take Jack to have his pictures taken."

"Don’t worry about it. I'll reschedule."

"No, no, no. Go ahead and take him, and I'll do my best to be there, okay?" He grabbed his belt, tie and jacket.

"Just come back safely," she pleaded.

"I will," he promised her, taking his wallet, gun and badge. "Bye," he whispered before kissing her softly. Her doe eyes followed him out the door.

^-^

The ladies of the BAU were already setting up in the conference room when the men walked in.

"Everybody meet Agent Prentiss?" Hotch asked his team.

"The other day," Garcia piped up.

"This morning getting coffee," Piper voiced.

"I’ve been filling her in on protocol." JJ distributed the case at hand. The woman with black hair and matching suit jacket rose to shake Morgan’s hand.

"We can make nice later," Hotch reminded them and turned to JJ. "What do we know?"

As Garcia grabbed her flamboyant yellow pen, JJ attended to the screen. "The DEA raided what they thought was a hardened meth lab right here, in Northern Virginia, but they found this instead."

Morgan and Gideon stared at the image on the screen. "That could be a dispersal device for a chemical weapon," Derek suggested. "Sophisticated."

"Homeland Security is thinking of Al Qaeda."

"They’ve developed devices that span the spectrum of sophistication," Reid explained, glancing at Prentiss. "Some as simple as soda bottles and paint cans."

"They’re called al ikhteraa, literally 'the invention,’" she said, pronouncing the word perfectly.

"They are," Spencer muttered softly to Derek while shrugging quickly. Piper grinned, despite herself. She’d met the agent this morning and was already impressed by her fluency in languages.

Hotch broke Piper’s thoughts asking,"Do we know what the biological or chemical agent is yet?"

"No, not yet," Morgan replied.

"The cell members bailed out through a tunnel," JJ said, glancing at her file. "The DEA recovered a Nextel 2-way and managed to intercept a message." She placed the message on the table between Reid and Prentiss. As the new agent picked the message up, JJ clarified, "No, that’s not the transcript, it’s in-"

"It’s in Arabic." She proceeded to translate the document ad-lib. "Our friends surprised us and eloped." Garcia looked up at her from the her laptop screen. "We can no longer wait for the wedding as planned." Piper was sure that Gideon couldn’t stop staring. "We can deliver our gift at the next crescent." Emily looked up from the paper at her new colleagues and heard a low whistle from Piper.

"You’ve been holding out on me," she snickered. Penelope just smiled at her. Derek’s forehead was about to stay wrinkled forever.

"I lived in several middle-eastern countries growing up," Emile explained.

"Next crescent?"

"Muslims sometimes use a lunar calendar," Bishop informed the group. "We’d have to look it up-"

"Next crescent moon is in two days," Garcia added.

"So whatever they're attacking, it's happening in less than 48 hours."

"Payment for the Nextel is linked to this man, Jind Allah."

"Literally 'soldier of God.’"

"I don’t like the sound of that," Bishop muttered.

"That’s pretty poor operational security for a sophisticated plot," Morgan remarked.

"Two months ago, Jind Allah was captured leaving the U. S. using a forged Pakistani passport via Richmond International Airport. He's been held as a ghost detainee in Guantanamo Bay ever since," JJ noted.

"So technically, he doesn't exist," said Garcia.

"Soldier of God isn't a name."

"No, it's most likely a name taken on for the Jihad. Extremists claim it's a holy war, yet the words "holy" and "war" never appear together in the Quran," Piper replied.

"Do we know his real name? CIA interrogators have gotten nothing out of the guy."

"They need us to break him."

"We do know from past intercepts that he's a recruiter. He came into this country to assemble the omega cell, a sleeper cell with an unknown mission," JJ sighed, shaking her head.

"We have 48 hours to do what the CIA hasn't been able to manage in two months?" Morgan looked at the team.

Piper flipped through the report and sighed. Under her breath, she murmured, "Easy, right?"

"We could be looking at the first attack on our soil since 9/11," Gideon thought aloud.

Yikes, that’s dramatic.

^-^

"Hey," Hotch greeted Gideon in his office. The profiler was packing his go-bag in a hurry.

"Car here? I told Reid and Bishop 5 minutes."

"I think you should take Prentiss with you to Guantanamo." Gideon looked at the unit chief.

"Excuse me?"

"She could be of help."

"I don't know enough about her abilities," he said raising his shoulders. "There’s plenty for her to do back here." He barely looked back at Hotchner.

"I don't know what she's capable of either, but we've got to find out sooner or later." Gideon walked past him, out the office.

"It’s an interrogation, not a training exercise," he said, looking back at Hotch.

"She’s the only member of the team fluent in Arabic."

"There are other translators."

"Yeah, but they haven't studied behaviour," Aaron persisted.

"She even have her ready bag yet?" Emily watched the two senior agents, slowly lifting her ready bag onto the desk.

"My guess is there isn't much this woman's unprepared for." They glanced at the younger agent. Sighing, Gideon rushed down the steps.

"Car leaves in 4 minutes," he said aside to her as he rushed past.

"Yes, sir," she said, smiling and looking back at Agent Hotchner. Piper glanced at the fellow agent excitedly. She was just glad to have another girl to talk to.

^-^

Dale Turner mused: "Some of the best lessons are learned from past mistakes. The error of the past is the wisdom of the future."

^-^

Emily sat near Gideon and Reid on the sofa, watching them play chess. "Excuse me, sir. I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate-"

"Do not thank me," he cut in.

"Sir?" Reid glanced between the two of them awkwardly.

"It’s not a favour."

"Of course. I know that."

"You’re coming to do a job."

Reid asked his mentor, "Do you think the interrogation of Jind Allah will work in time?"

"Interrogation is the most dynamic form of profiling."

"That’s not an answer," she scoffed. "Sir," Emily enunciated.

"He’s been locked away in Gitmo, he doesn't know we raided the cell's safe house, that’s an advantage for us. The main thing is to get him talking about anything, then his language and body movements will betray him." He focused back on the game at hand. As Reid picked up his pawn, Gideon continued. "It’s like this; you focus on the way your opponent holds his piece, how quickly and firmly he places it." Reid became flustered hearing his mentor and Piper giggle  quietly behind him."Then you watch his face and body. It'll telegraph a player's strategy, his training, maybe his motivations."

"Is that what you need us to do?"

"No, I need you to listen." He glanced at Emily. "You’re fluent in Arabic. I won't know the nuances like you. Every word, every phrase. Be on the lookout for subtext, ulterior meanings." Emily subtly straightened. "Reid, I want you to watch for tells. Non-verbals, micro-expressions. Watch him when he's comfortable and relaxed, then note the behavioural changes when he's under stress."

"You got anything specific for me?" Gideon looked up at his appointed consultant as she handed him a cup of coffee. "Where’s mine?" Spencer mouthed at her. "You don’t get any, you’ve already had 5 cups in the past hour," she reprimanded him.

"Absorb the information we gain about him. I want you to understand who he is, his character, his background, those timelines you make. I need you to create a profile on the spot." Piper nodded thoughtfully. "If we can establish a baseline, we'll be able to read him once I challenge his belief systems. Before I can get him to give up where or how they'll attack, I'll first have to cause him to reveal something of himself."

Piper pulled Emily to the other side of the plane, "Did you see Morgan’s face when you translated the Arabic." She threw her head back as she laughed. "Priceless! You blew them away." She glanced back at the boys before motioning for Emily to take a seat. "Ugh, you have no idea how happy I am that you could come."

"Really?" Emily was confused at Piper’s excitement. "I thought you were close to them."

"Please, Gideon is the only reason I’m here, and this is like my second week."

"But you fit in so well." Emily leaned forward.

"Bah, Gideon will warm up to you." She raised an eyebrow and Piper. "Trust me, the only reason he’s a little icy is because he doesn’t know you yet. I guarantee, you do what you did this morning, you’ll be the most valuable member here."

"So tell me about the team." Piper glanced at her watch.

"Okay, Agent Hotchner, we all call him Hotch, may secretly be a robot. I don’t think I’ve seen him crack a smile or blink. Jason Gideon basically built the BAU. He’s like a genius at this behaviour stuff but he never lets on to what he really thinks. Personally, I think he uses it as a shield from the team but he pours his heart into every case we get, treats each victim like a personal wound. Spencer Reid," she said, glancing behind her discreetly before continuing. "He’s like a super genius, graduated high school at 12, 3 PhDs before he was of drinking age, 2 B.As in psychology and sociology. He has like an IQ of 187 and can read 20 000 words a minute. If that’s not enough for you," she said, pointing a finger up. "The guy has an eidetic memory." She laughed at Emily’s face. "Moving on to Penelope Garcia, the girl has the weirdest relationship with Derek I have ever seen. They have like this rule to never call each other by name. You’ll see. Anyway, she’s like a wizard with technology, it’s crazy. I heard she got the job by hacking into the FBI but I can’t name my sources, obvi."

^-^

"What do you think they’re talking about?" Spencer asked, tugging softly at his scarf.

"Probably about the team," Gideon said softly before glancing at his terrified expression. "Reid, I wouldn’t worry about it. That girl has nothing bad to say about you. Your turn."

^-^

"Derek is like the biggest softie I’ve ever met but never give him any ammunition against you. He is relentless."

"What do you mean?"

"For my housewarming party, Reid got me a potted hyacinth which happens to be my favourite and he wouldn’t stop teasing him until Spence stabbed him with metal tongs." Emily laughed at the mental image.

"So you’re like a family?"

"In every way fathomable," Piper said, sipping on her coffee. They got up to join the boys, partly because they’d run out of things to talk about, partly because Emily was curious to see which genius was going to win.

Emily glanced at her watch. "You should put a lid on your coffee by the way," she said to her new friend.

"Hmm?"

"We’re almost there. Hold on." Gideon fell onto the seat next to him, as did Reid. Bishop and Prentiss were unlucky as they had nowhere to fall. They clung onto their seat and Piper prayed her coffee wouldn’t spill. Unfortunately for the boys, the twist of the plane meant their chess game fell to the floor.

"Gitmo’s runway is perpendicular to cuban airspace, so approaching aircraft have to negotiate a last minute 90 degree right turn in order to land. They call it the Gitmo twist."

"That twist almost cost me my coffee," Piper grumbled. "Hotch wouldn’t have talked to me for a week if he found a stain." Spencer gazed forlornly at the tumbled black and white pieces.

"I was winning," he said wistfully.

"Actually, he would’ve had you in 3," said Emily, casually flicking the hair off of her face. Reid and Bishop both looked at the new agent and then at Gideon, who looked completely neutral.

^-^

As soon as they landed in the detainment centre, Derek had called Piper. She’d let the others go in first while she took the call. "You better not be the harbinger of doom."

"You tell me, sweet cheeks, we have a preliminary profile for you."

"Talk to me."

"The tubes surrounding the device could be the explosive charge and the cylinder's gotta be where they put whatever bio or chem agent they plan on dispersing."

"Bio meaning some kind of disease?"

"Dunno yet, we’re still working on that. It looks like a 4 sleeper cell, they’ve assimilated into the community. Hotch says we’re looking at middle-eastern males in their early twenties."

"Anything else for me?"

"You know it. The size of the device suggests they're looking at significant targets; military installations, government buildings."

"Could be some kind of symbolism. Alright, thanks Morgan, I’ll let the guys know."

"Hey, Pipes. How’s the new girl doing?"

"She’s brilliant and that is all I’m telling you."

"Rude. See you when you get back." She put her phone away and motioned the guard to go first.

^-^

"You must be the BAU boys," boomed the slightly balding man before noticing Bishop and Prentiss. "And gals, pardon me."

"I’m Jason Gideon."

"Andy Bingaman, FBI."

"Agent Prentiss, Dr. Bishop, Dr. Reid," introduced Gideon.

"I'm the intelligence supervisor here at Gitmo."

"You guys having a hard time getting Jind Allah to talk?"

"Not only can't they get him to budge," he started, leading them to the workspace, "but 2 weeks ago, word got out that one of the other detainees was spilling secrets. Jind Allah managed to have a 3 minute conversation with him in the shower line. That night, the other detainee committed suicide."

"Charming," Piper murmured. The agents looked at the multiple TV sets. "Hell of an interrogation strategy," Piper said. "How long has he been kept like this?" The man had chains on his arms and feet and was nude except for a pair of white briefs with dark purple bruises.

"2 months."

"He's reciting the Qu'ran from memory,” Reid noticed. “He's most likely a hafez."

"He must have done it a dozen times since he's come to this facility."

"Some Muslim children are able to do it since age 12," Piper voiced.

"Two months of interrogation, that's all the CIA's been able to get out of him."

"There are cuts and bruises under his right eye socket," Reid noted before Piper asked.

"I have to ask, Agent, what kind of tactics are they using?"

"I control the actions to the detainees, but I can assure you, my protest about their methods has been ignored."

"Let the interrogation proceed normally," Gideon demanded. "I’m gonna interrupt and demand they stop harassing. There a bathroom here?" Bingaman motioned for a security guard to take the agent.

"It’d be easier if I just tell them to stop now."

"I wouldn’t," Piper warned the FBI agent. "That man has been in severe conditions for the past 2 months. He’s more likely to trust Gideon if the reaction is more…" she paused, searching for the right word, "visceral, more believable," she finished.

Go ahead with phase 2 as planned.

Copy that.

They watched the CIA interrogators circle around the detainee, like a falcon does his prey. Bingaman was confused."You really gonna put a show on for these guys?"

"No, not for them, for Jind Allah, he needs to see me as a complete contrast to what he's come to expect from his captors."

"It’s the best way to jump start him into talking," Reid added. "Do you have a glass board by any chance?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, right here, have at it agents."

Gideon left to make his dramatic entrance while Piper shifted the board into position, grabbing markers and cleaning fluid from her bag, and Spencer started setting up. Emily noticed Piper smiling while setting up. "What’s up?"

"Hmm?"

"You’re smiling."

"No, I’m not. We have a terrorist in a cell, why would I be smiling?"

"She’s answering a question with a question, Emily, she’s lying," Reid tattled.

Huffing, Piper leaned in and whispered quietly. "He thought I was an agent." She grinned and turned back to her board. Emily rolled her eyes as she focused on the detainee on the screens.

^-^

Agent Gideon shuffled into the interrogation room, glancing at both CIA agents, holding an orange jumpsuit. The interrogator that was leaning into Jind Allah’s face straightened. "Who the hell are you?"

"Supervisory special agent Jason Gideon, I’m an FBI behavioural analyst. It's time to show this man some respect."

"You gotta be kidding me."

"You have orders from Agent Bingaman to leave so I can speak with this detainee alone." The two men, having sighted Bingaman, edged out of the room. Gideon slowly placed the jumpsuit on the  chained man’s lap.

"I’m sorry for the treatment you've suffered," Gideon apologised before the man reciting in front of him. "If you don't mind, I'd like to spend some time with you."

The man bowed his head to his hands.

"He’s stopped reciting," Emily remarked. Piper turned from her board and leaned in to see the screen. "He’s sizing Gideon up."

"The man hasn’t been treated with civility in months. The reaction was predicted." They looked back at the consultant. "He’s wondering if there’s some ulterior motive, which is understandable."

^-^

"If I don't mind?"

"I’d like to get to know you as a person, your faith, your ideology."

"To what end?"

"Studying human behaviour is what I do."

^-^

Piper split the board in half and started scribbling Morgan’s information on the cell in one column, started examining the prisoner’s personality in the other, while Spencer scrawled in his notebook.

^-^

"I'd like to believe, with greater understanding one day, we can come to a peaceful resolution of our differences."

"Is that so?" The man smiled.

"Look, I don't know what you've done or what you may have planned to do." Gideon walked over and pulled up a chair. "But unlike the other detainees here, you have the education, intelligence to convey the nuances of your culture. That's what interests me."

"Until, I don't give you what you want. Then you will resort to other tactics."

"I swore an oath to uphold the United States constitution, no matter where I am, no matter who I deal with."

^-^

Piper’s phone rang again. "Sorry, guys. It’s Morgan." She raised the phone to her ear. "What do you have?"

"We found a list of chemicals. Garcia said it’s a list of additives that could weaponize Anthrax."

"Jesus, just when you think the worst is behind you. Thanks, Morgan." She relayed the news to the others.

"Could they get enough anthrax?" Emily turned to Spencer.

"The letter sent to senator Tom Daschle's office in 2002 only contained two grams of purified spores."

"That doesn’t sound that bad."

"Two grams is enough to kill 25 million people if effectively distributed."

"Dear God," Piper said, running a hand through her short hair. They turned back to the video stream.

"Are you willing to have a chat with me?"

"Go ahead. Gideon, let’s chat." Emily leaned forward, resting a hand on a chair.

"What is it Em?"

"He’s from Egypt, Cairo."

"You sure?"

"No, he could be Yemeni, but odds are he's Egyptian."

"What type of name is Gideon?"

"American."

"I often forget that in your culture, you put your country first and your god last."

Emily picked up the radio. "Sir, he was born and raised in Egypt. They pronounce 'J' sounds as a 'G.’"

"You don't consider yourself Egyptian as well as Muslim?"

"Egyptian. In two minutes, you know more about me than those thugs found out in two months."

Reid smiled at Prentiss.

^-^

"They and I have very, very different motives and methodologies."

"And yet your country relies on them to protect you from us."

"Sometimes they're their own worst enemy."

"Who is your worst enemy, agent Gideon?"

"It’s not a who. It's a what; ignorance."

"You’re a very honest man. And you? Must have become a hafez by what, age 10?"

"9."

"You must have had tremendous discipline and dedication to memorise the entire Qu'ran by age 9."

"Perhaps," he said, as Gideon rose from his seat. "We are through already?"

"No, not at all, the sun is about to set. Mecca is in that direction. I'll have a prayer rug and water bowl sent in."

^-^

"What do we have?"

"Hotch and Morgan found the back up location, they’re planning the raid as we speak," Emily started. "For now, all we know for certain is he was born and raised in Egypt, likely in Cairo, memorised the Quran by the age of nine."

"Why?"

"I have a few theories. The more probable one is a life of discipline passed down from his parents to him since generational tradition is a staple of Islamic culture. It could be all he’s ever known. The other is that he was inducted at a young age into a strict Islamist society. But his anti-American sentiment is definitely rooted in loss. That kind of quiet hatred suggests the violent death of someone he cares about."

^-^

"Can I offer you some water?"

"I offer you some first." Gideon drank, then passed the bottle to the man in front of him, just before taking one himself. "They only kept it there to show me what I could not have."

"I’d like you to explain something to me. How can you ignore the fact that Muhammad preached passivity while he was in Mecca? 'Do no violence.'"

"His later message from Medina was perfectly clear. 'When violence come upon you, you must fight back with violence.’"

"He's quoting from the Hadith, not from the Qu'ran. It's called the verse of the sword. They argue that it cancels out earlier teachings," Reid spoke from the radio.

"Verse of the sword. Just someone's spin on the words of the prophet. It's not even part of the Qu’ran."

"But it does say in the Qu’ran, fight and slay the infidels wherever you find them and seize them in every stratagem of war."

"Unless they repent. Establish regular prayers and practice regular charity."

"Is it your intention, Mr. Gideon, to become a man of faith and revert to Islam?"

"I am a man of faith. I have repented, I pray regularly, and I practice charity. I have never committed violence against you, so how is it that my faith would allow you to live and worship as you please, and yours would take my life and snuff it out?"

"You are simply misguided people of the book. But if you revert to Islam…"

"He’s cocky, Gideon,"Piper spoke into the radio. "He keeps repeating the word revert, as though everyone has inherently converted from Islam."

"A billion muslims, one billion muslims manage to practice their faith in peace. For Allah is surely merciful."

"You…inquired about my childhood earlier. I will tell you...that it was a happy one until... one day... A bomb fell out of the sky and levelled the bazaar that I was in with my family. I was only 8."

^-^

"He’s opening up about himself."

"Maybe," Reid said. "We need to verify what he's saying, though."

Piper leaned in over Spencer’s shoulder. "Can you rewind it just a tiny bit?"

She watched it closely this time. "What are you thinking Pipes?" She grabbed her marker.

"Something not fully formed yet. Get Garcia to verify, I’ll get back to you."

"Speak."

"Garcia, I need you to check something for me. I'm looking for a stray bombing in a bazaar somewhere in Egypt approximately 30 years ago."

"Okay, great. That's not too obscure."

"I don't need you to get any details. We're just trying to set a baseline for Jind Allah's truthfulness. I need to know if it happened at all."

"When I know, you'll know."

"Thank you."

^-^

"When the rubble was cleared...half...of my family was dead. It was on that day that I swore my life to vengeance for Allah."

"And for that very reason, those holding you here can never let you leave. Your only hope is to tell me so I can hopefully one day share your struggle with the world."

"Your government won't even admit that I exist. How possibly can you tell my side of the story?"

^-^

"Okay, hear me out." The agents swivelled around to face her, just as Gideon walked in. "There was something bugging me about that story of his childhood. It’s his hesitation." She pointed towards the board. "That’s his story, right. He’s 8, in the bazaar with his family. All of a sudden, bomb falls from the sky and half his family is dead. Right?"

"Yeah," Gideon agreed. "What’s your point?"

"He keeps hesitating in bits he shouldn’t be. The only aspect he doesn’t hesitate about is the bomb. He enunciates," Piper circled some of the words, "with his family. Probably true. But I don’t think he was 8. I think he lost someone in his adulthood, someone he was responsible for." Piper walks over the screen and rewinds the tape. Once its cued, she pauses it. "See that pain. Watch his forehead wrinkle when he talks about the bomb. An 8 year old who loses his parents, that has serious self-esteem issues, but this guy is a leader, he’s arrogant. He says half of his family is dead which would mean he could have siblings except he’s independent, no personal attachments. This man may have memorised the Quran at 9, but his behaviour completely changed when he was talking about his childhood. He was calmer, more rational than he should be."

"Tell Garcia to look for more recent bombings." Reid’s phone rang.

"Hey Hotch, you got Bishop, Gideon, Prentiss, and me."

"We're at cell location number 2. No cell members, no lab, no dispersal devices and we’re still looking for escape tunnels."

"Got it," Reid replied, turning his phone of and turning to the others. "We’re running out of time. The attack's supposed to take place in less than 24 hours."

"So getting Jind Allah to talk is our only chance of finding them," Emily sighed.

"Time I confronted him with the truth. Show him my hand."

^-^

"I'm going to give you the respect of telling you what just happened. A team of agents raided an omega cell location, both of them. Our men are in place in Annandale as we speak. You gain nothing by remaining silent," Gideon informed him as he entered the room. As he spoke, the prisoner’s fists turned to open palms, rubbing slowly against his leg.

"Gideon, something's wrong. This guy seemed relieved by what you just told him." At that statement, Gideon excused himself politely. He walked calmly out the room, then told Reid to call Hotch.

"What’s the problem?" Aaron’s voice was calm and even. Piper felt her heart about to burst.

"It’s a trap. Get everybody out of there. Now! Now! Now!" he yelled into the phone.

^-^

Emily was pacing. Reid was staring at his phone. Piper blinked at the board trying not to imagine the worst, trying not to break down in front of anyone. Gideon kept wringing his hands. Piper’s ringtone jolted her. "It’s Bishop." She closed her eyes. "Thanks Pen." Taking a deep breath, she turned around. "They’re okay. But…" She exhaled shakily. "But they lost a S.W.A.T agent. Kenny. He was a friend of Morgan’s."

"Was anthrax involved?" Emily asked

"No."

"That wasn’t the final target then," Reid exhaled.

^-^

"You look troubled, my friend."

"You killed one of my men."

"I was here with you."

"The second location was a trap. One of my agents was killed in the explosion."

"This is war. We expect casualties. Shouldn't you?"

"He was a good man."

"If he would convert, there would be no reason for him to fear death."

"What do you say to his family?"

"Is he crying, Gideon?" Piper spoke softly. "Look at his hands."

"I say: Where were you to mourn when my son was murdered?"

^-^

"He was lying about the first story. He didn’t hesitate at all here," Piper gently spoke.

"And this time when he mentioned his son," Reid continued, "he looked at his hands, like he had to concentrate to control his anger."

"Which means it must have been more recent." Emily added. Spencer reached for the phone.

"Garcia. What do you have on that bombing.”

"Okay. I'm cross referencing bombings and child victims. Seven years ago, in the heart of Cairo, Egyptian government blamed Hezbollah, but conspiracy theories on the street claimed it was a joint US - Israeli strike that went astray. Your ghost detainee's name is Jamal Abaza."

"How about his son's name? Do you have that?"

"Amir Abaza. 8. Killed in the blast."

"All right. Find out everything you can on that. I'll get back to you soon."

Emily grabbed the radio. "Sir, we know his real identity."

^-^

Garcia spun in her chair, JJ looking on. "Reid, I got something for you."

"You’re on speaker."

"Jamal Abaza's been in the U. S. for a while. He volunteered as the prison imam at the Dearfield correctional center three years ago."

"How could the CIA not know that?" Piper asked.

"They’re focused overseas," Emily replied. "We’re domestic."

"Yeah, they probably sent a request for a domestic information search, and it's somewhere making its way through channels."

"Thanks, Pen, you’re a legend,"Piper praised her.

^-^

"If he was a prison imam," Spencer got up and started pacing, "he must have recruited militant islamic society members. M.I.S is an atypical prison organisation. They pick up an amalgam of ethnicities, those that slip through the cracks, the ones that traditional groups won't accept. It's made up largely of American citizens, citizens with a reason for hating the government," Reid finished

"We’re looking at homegrown terrorists," Gideon noted grimly.

^-^

The four profilers found the two CIA agents sitting with empty coffee cups. "What the hell do you want?"

"The name Jamal Abaza mean anything to you?"

"Abaza was an imam in Cairo. He preached Jihad to his followers, but he fell off the grid seven years ago."

"That’s because when his son died, he took the Jihad name: Jind Allah. He came to America to recruit sleeper cells." At Gideon’s words, the agents stood up.

"You’re telling us that that detainee in there is Jamal Abaza?"

"He was also a prison imam in Virginia three years ago," Reid interrupted. "Are you familiar with the Militant Islamic Society?"

"They’re homegrown?"

"We know the cell that Abaza put together has access to anthrax," Emily added, "but we can't find any reports of any going missing in the States."

"We have protocols that we have to follow."

"You really going to allow a terrorist attack on U. S. soil because of protocols? I told you what I learned in there because you and I, FBI, CIA, right now we have the ability to break through all the protocol and share information."

"Let me see what we have."

"Coordinate with Agent Jareau and Penelope Garcia at Quantico," Gideon said irritably, marching back into the office.

"You think it’ll work?" Reid asked.

"I don’t know."

"CIA’s tough, They play it pretty close to the vest."

"Well, if we don't all work together, more people are gonna die."

15 minutes later, Piper walked back into the office.

"I just got a call from Garcia. Whatever you said must have worked, Gideon, because Penelope found a Dutch firm called Genimmune reported that they may have had a security breach involving anthrax last week."

"May have?" Emily asked.

"Apparently, they’re still doing a security and inventory sweep, but the real kicker is that they may be missing up to 20 grams of lab grade anthrax."

"That could potentially kill a quarter billion people."

^-^

"We have less than ten hours before the new crescent moon rises," Emily worried.

"Nine," he corrected.

"Aren’t you worried?"

"I’ve been with him long enough to trust him." He smiled at Emily.

"Well, you can worry slightly less. Hotch just texted me that they have a lead. Someone called Tariq Muhammed. Dutch citizen, Islamic convert. Traveled here 4 days ago under his original name, Andre Janssen. Perfect for a sleeper agent.”

^-^

Hotch and Morgan stepped out of their vehicle in front of Janssen’s house and walked over to the agents in blue.

"Infrared scanning still shows no one inside. We're doing a soft entry in case it's booby trapped." The agents in biohazard suits barged through the door, separating, many clearing the house quickly, except for one.

"Sir, get in here!"

Half an hour later, their chief walked out to the two BAU agents. "We have 5 deceased males and what looks to be a crude lab, all shot in the head execution style."

"Any anthrax on the scene?"

"Only residue. There's also packing and tags from 4 new backpacks."

"Backpacks?" Morgan looked to his boss.

"They’re already on the move. We're too late."

^-^

"Okay, thanks, Morgan." Spencer looked at his team. Piper was on the verge of breaking. His mentor was staring intently at Abaza. Emily was pacing. "The lead went cold. They were too late."

He saw them all break a little more. Gideon slammed his fist on the table and walked out. Emily said she needed a coffee. Spencer watched as Piper reached her breaking point. She looked at the blue marker in her hand, and flung it across the room. He didn’t even see it bounce off the window and barely heard it clatter to the floor. Before he knew it, the consultant was crying into his shoulder. Spencer didn’t say a word. There was no need. She just needed to be held. He felt her calm down, felt her squeeze for a heartbeat and then felt her step away. "Sorry," she spoke softly, like a mouse. She sniffled and he saw her push the pain away. This was what he hated about his job. The tension hanging in the air, the tantalising steps before a break in the case and seeing the tangible traces of a hard case linger in someone’s soul. "Tell me Gideon has a plan. That we’re not just waiting for a magical sign."

"I think he has a plan."

"5 people are dead, Spence. Because I can’t figure that psychopath out."

"This isn’t on you."

"Isn’t it, though? He said it, very clearly on the plane. Emily was meant to figure out the nuances, you were meant to see the behavioural tics. I was meant to predict it, but he’s just sitting there. Calm and iridescent. As though he doesn’t know that 5 people are dead." She closed her eyes.

"We have time, Piper, just stick it out." She still didn’t open them.

"Calm." She opened her eyes. "He’s so calm, why? He created the sleeper cell, which means he planned it didn’t he?"

"Yeah, so?"

"So we only have 8 hours left until sunset, why isn’t he more worried?"

"Overconfidence, arrogance? You profiled that. Where are you going with this?" He saw your eyes widen.

"We need to overload him. Let’s see what happens if we give him a power trip."

^-^

When Reid and Gideon walked back in the interrogation room, he was still praying. "Have you finished?" Gideon asked.

"As you said, the sun is set."

"Yes. I'd like you to meet a colleague of mine. Dr. Reid." He gave an awkward wave.

"May we speak?"

"Of course. I have a little time." When the agents stared at him blankly, he clarified, "That was a joke. I have all the time. Please."

"A joke, well, we're making progress. Is there no way for this thing to end? This Jihad?"

"The Jihad will end when Allah wills its end."

"Then how will you know that it is Allah's will?"

"When the Jihad ends."

"Right. I have been lying to you. My colleague has been outside watching us as we talked on monitors. Watching your body language, trying to figure you out."

"Were you successful?"

"Somewhat," Reid stated, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Your name is Jamal Abaza. Your son Amir was killed in 2003 in the bombing at the Mahfouz bazaar in Cairo. Since then, you've been recruiting M. I. S. members in prison by convincing them that U. S. economic policies are exploiting third world nations and turned them into extreme fundamentalists by promising a better existence with Allah."

"I would say that you were more than somewhat successful."

"But I did not learn where your M. I. S. cell was going to make an anthrax attack in the U.S. at the new crescent tonight. I have no knowledge of such a thing. "

"Yes, you do, Mr. Abaza. And there is still time." Gideon’s face went slack. He raised a hand to his earpiece. "What?…Are you sure?" Slowly, the profiler lowered his hang, his throat dry. As he slumped away, Reid followed him into the other room. Abaza started praying again, reciting the Qu’ran, only for Gideon to come back in, the news playing in the background

"Something has happened?"

"How could you? You choose to contort Islam into an excuse for a life of violence. You have perverted your faith to justify murder."

"Now we are finally chatting, Gideon," said Abaza, ignoring the three young profilers behind Gideon.

"You accuse Americans of being puppeteers of the third world, yet you used your own people's faith tonight to make them dance for you. Why? Why is it always those who profess to be the most fervent believers in this war? They always manipulate other people to die for them." Abaza stood up, eye blazing.

"Does your president go into battle? Or does he send your children?"

"Tonight… All those innocent people."

"There is no such thing, Gideon. They were infidels. And they were engaged in activities that spread American policies over the entire world. Your incessant need to own things, material things. Your capitalism rests on the back of third world countries. No one's hands are clean. No one is innocent. "

"Those people tonight, they were innocent. They never hurt you," Gideon emphasised.

"They hurt me by existing. Yes, the infidels shall fall at the hands of the righteous. And that is when the Jihad will end."

"So you are ready to murder 4 billion people."

"America has learned nothing from the past. You harden targets like your power plants, but you leave the soft root for our taking. What has happened tonight will affect your economy for years, the way September 11 affected air travel. And maybe the next time a giant shopping centre opens," he said as Emily walked back inside,"people will think twice before going. And maybe next it will be a school. Hey!" he called to the retreating agents.

"You can shut the video feed down now, Garcia, thanks."

"Has the sun not set yet?"

"No," Reid said, closing the door behind him.

"A shopping centre, a mall," Emily spoke into her phone. "It’s a grand opening tonight not long after sunset. That gives you about an hour."

^-^

Back at Quantico, Morgan and Hotch rushed to the elevators right when JJ caught them.

"Grand opening of the USA mall today,"JJ informed them. "It’s the third largest in the country, and it's right smack in the middle of McLean, Virginia."

"Let’s move."

^-^

As Hotch ran into the mall, he yelled back, "Morgan, I'm going to find the security office." In that moment, the profiler was called by another agent, motioning towards a van. The doors opened to the sight of young man in uniform, shot, execution style.

"Looks like loading dock security."

"Should we evacuate?" the agent asked.

"No, no. We'd have mass panic. Let's go."

"Morgan, I've got 4 guys on the east end of the roof. Morgan, it’s the air vents"

Derek put his mask on as he relayed the message to his team. "Move!"

The team moved upwards to the roof, scanning for activity. After a few minutes of walking, Morgan spotted 4 individuals near the air vents. Gaining sufficiently close, he yelled out, "Don’t move! Put the devices down and put your hands where I can see them!"

The member closest to the far end pulled out a machine gun. "Gun!"All he saw was the spray of bullets, three down, and one fleeing the scene. As Derek gave chase, the man turned to face the agent with a gun. Two shots rang out and the man fell through the glass, into the mall below.

^-^

Aaron came home to a seemingly empty house, save for the faint sound of a broadcast. "Haley?" He called out.

"Hey, in here," she replied. "You’re home. Did you see that there was an attempted robbery at the new mall? I'm glad I cancelled Jack's photos. I just decided I wanted you to be there. It's better if we do it as a family. Is everything ok?"

He looked at his baby boy and his wonderful wife. "Yeah, everything's perfect."

^-^

Ralph Waldo Emerson once said in order to learn the most important lessons of life, one must each day surmount a fear.

^-^

On the jet, Emily decided to ask the question that was bugging her."When did you know you were gonna have to trick him?"

"The first time I talked to him." Piper looked up from her Bertram Stoker novel.

"You realised you couldn't break him?"

"Well, I realised he was too smart to have had that nextel phone registered to him accidentally. He drew us there. He wanted our presence at Gitmo to confirm that he was successful.

"And that's when you started moving up the time of his prayers."

"If I'd used an actual clock, he might have caught on."

"So when did you figure it out?" Emily turned to Piper.

"I knew Gideon had a strategy and it was bothering me how relaxed Abaza was. That’s when it clicked for me."

"So it was all a chess game," Reid chuckled.

"We won this round, but you heard him. Jihad never ends."

Reid moved his queen to the corner. Gideon moved his rook into position.

"Mate."

"I quit," Spencer smiled. "Yield. Surrender. Capitulate. I'm gonna take a nap." Piper turned the page of her book.

"Prentiss."

"Sir?"

"You play?"

"Yes, sir, I play." Emily smiled as she moved into Reid’s seat.

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