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elzemayne · 4 years

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Show-Off

Pairing: Hawks x Reader

Genre: Mutual Pining; Fluff

Warning: None

Word Count: 928

Summary: Hawks likes you and his bird-brain wants to show it

Requested by: @raine-needs-help You know how male birds show off to female birds? Like they make themselves look pretty or dance or sing? I have a headcanon that whenever Hawks' crush is around he'll try to show off to impress them lol Like spreading his wings out to make him look cooler, even in public or in small spaces lmao Can I get an imagine of him doing that? (And maybe other things to impress the reader, if you can think of any) Also gender neutral reader plz, if that's an option :>

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You typed furiously on your phone as you waited for the elevator to arrive and take you to the top floor where the top ranked heroes were scheduled to have interviews and a photo shoot. As one of the event coordinators, you wanted to make sure today went perfectly.

“Hey there,” a friendly voice called out to you from behind. You glanced up, only two see the number 2 hero waving and making his way over to you. You shot him a smile as you tucked your phone away.

“Morning, Haw – I mean, Keigo,” you said, quickly correcting yourself.

You remembered the last conversation you had had with Hawks in which he had repeated told you to call him by his first name. It still seemed strange to you since you didn’t know of very many other people who called him that, but it made also made you a bit happy to know that you were deemed special enough to be this familiar with him.

“Nice catch, kid,” he said, shooting you a trademark smile as he stood beside you to wait for the elevator.

It took you a moment to realize that even though he was standing beside you, his wings were outstretched far enough to reach your back and maybe even farther. Your eyes floated towards the crimson feathers almost hypnotically and you found yourself wondering if his wings had always been that big.

That’s when you frowned upon the realization of your thoughts.

“Wait, why are you waiting for the elevator? Can’t you just fly up there and make a grand entrance?” you asked, amusedly. Hawks let out a light laugh which sounded like bells pleasantly chiming.

“Sure, I could, but come on – what would be the fun in that?” he stated, casually, putting his hands in his pockets coolly. You tilted your head a bit and bit your lip.

“You’ve been busy, right? I’ve seen you on TV a lot lately,” you stated, clutching the notebook in your hands just a bit tighter as you watched hawks casually bring a hand to the back of his neck.

“Yea, it’s no big deal,” he stated, flippantly. “Just saved some people and took out a couple of villains. All in a day’s work for the number 2,” he added, winking at you.

You felt the heat rise to your face and were about to respond when the elevator dinged and opened in front of you. A few people exited, glancing at you and Hawks and whispering excitedly, so you gave them a smile before stepping into the elevator.

Unbeknownst to you, Hawks had planned this since the moment he spotted you in the lobby.

He knew that he probably should be more focused on his work, but it was just too good of an opportunity to pass up on. The idea of being alone with you for more than even just a minute sent Hawks immediately in the zone and he was more than prepared to show you all that he had to offer. He knew he had caught your attention with his wings in the lobby and he was only tensing them at that time.

Now it was time for the real show to begin.

“Sorry, Y/N, guess I should’ve just flown up, huh?” Hawks said, feigning ignorance as he the doors closed.

He stood beside you and puffed out his chest, making his wings expand as much as they possibly could within the small space until they were practically enveloping you. He tried to act casual, but he couldn’t stop his eyes from staring at you, wanting to see your reaction.

You were startled at first, admitting that your previous thoughts were true – Hawks’ wings were much larger than you had previously thoughts. You watched in awe as the wings expanded around the four walls, stretching and swaying slightly, and once again you felt almost hypnotized by the rhythmic movements of the feathers. It was as if they moved up and down with each breath he took.

Each of them was so detailed and beautiful that you forced yourself to resist the urge to reach out and touch them. As the elevator hit a bump, you realized that you had been so awe-struck by his wings you had forgotten to respond.

“Oh! Y-yea…I mean no, no it’s fine,” you spat out, nervously, turning to face Hawks. “This is fine,” you whispered, feeling your heart beat faster as you felt yourself get lost in the sea of red that surrounded you on all sides as you realized Hawks was staring at you intensely.

There was a moment of tension between the two of you when the elevator suddenly dinged loudly, causing you to jump away from him just as the doors opened. Hawks smirked slightly, letting his wings shrink back slightly to let you out of the doors before following you into the hallway. He could practically hear your heartbeat pounding in your chest and knowing that he had made you have such a reaction made him puff up with pride as he forcefully contracted his wings down once more.

The two of you were quickly approached by staff workers from the event and they enthusiastically directed you where to go next. Hawks glanced over at you now and again, watching you smile and nod at the women. He knew that he had impressed you and he found himself wondering if his preening would manage to have a lasting effect on you at all.

If not, he would simply have to try harder next time.

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vcidgalpin · 4 years

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Pack Mentality Pt 2

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Season 1 Masterlist

Word Count: 1904

A/N: Apologies are finally given, and common ground is found. Aka what happens between those who don’t go on the double date. Also why are the only gifs for this episode of Allison?!?

Warnings: Fluff lmao

“You are a terrible bowler!” Stiles bursts as we descend the stairs, as if he’s been holding his words in all lunch.

“I know! I’m such an idiot,”

“It was like watching a car wreck. First it turns into the group date. Then out of nowhere comes that phrase-”

“Hanging out.”

“You don’t hang out with a hot girl. It’s death. Once it’s hanging out, you might as well be her gay best friend. You and Danny can start hanging out.” I scoff.

“Gee, thanks guys.”

“No!” Stiles squeaks out, not able to stop his words coming out so fast. My eyes widened at how defensive he got. He clears his throat, “I mean. You’re not- bad looking. It’s just, you- Scott likes Allison and- God why do you always have to be here, I feel like I’m walking on eggshells all the time.” Ah there he is, the rude Stiles I knew and definitely didn’t miss.

“What, just because I’m a girl, you think I’m sensitive. And if this is you holding back on being rude to me, I would hate to know how horrible you actually can get.” A scowl remains on my face like a tattoo as we walk down the corridor.

“How is this happening? I either nearly killed a bus driver or I didn’t. I ask Allison on a date, but now we’re just hanging out. I make first line, but the team captain wants to destroy me. And now? Now I’m gonna be late to work.” He rushes off, leaving me and Stiles behind.

“I’m sorry.” Stiles finally breaks the tense silence. I’m almost not sure I heard him correctly.

“I- Thank you,” Unsure of what to say, I turn to him, my face softening. “I’m sorry too.”

“What do you have to be sorry for?”

“I haven’t exactly been the nicest person to you either? Remember the night of the game?” Stiles nods. “I hate to admit it, but when we didn’t argue, I actually kind of enjoyed your company. I know we were sort of busy, all over the place looking for Scott, but it wasn’t half bad being around you.”

“Wow,” Stiles seems dumbfounded, clearly unable to articulate anything. “Never thought I’d hear that from you… You enjoyed my company, huh?” A smirk grows on his lips and I punch him in the arm.

“Shut up,”

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Scott had gone to Derek for help, even after mine and Stiles’ clear argument against him doing so.

“So what did he teach you? How to roll over? Beg? Give him your paw?” Scott clearly wasn’t up for Stiles’ jokes, so I lean forward so my head is in between the front seats.

“Did he tell you how to remember?” He nods, “And do you think we can trust him?” Another nod. I sigh before continuing, “Okay. Let’s do this.”

We pull up to the chain link fence that surrounds the school parking lot. Scott gets out the passenger side and approaches the fence. Me and Stiles follow him, and we move closer to the fence before Scott stops us.

“Just me. Someone needs to keep watch,”

“Can’t one of us come? Do two people really need to keep watch,”

“I’m always the guy keeping watch. Why is it starting to feel like you’re Batman and I’m Robin? I don’t want to be Robin all the time.”

“Nobody is Batman or Robin any of the time.”

“Not even some of the time?”

“Just stay here. Both of you. And try not to kill each other, please?” He asks through gritted teeth. We slip back into the Jeep, and I play with the strings of my hoodie, bored. The car stays silent, and I think hard at what to say to break the thick atmosphere.

“Why do you like Lydia so much?” That’s not really what I wanted to talk about, but I realise that only after I’ve already said it. Lydia is one of the things I know we have in common, so it seems like fair ground to cover.

“Um… Cus she’s perfect, I guess. She’s beautiful and complicated, I don’t know. I just do.” Yeah, he doesn’t really seem to know her past her looks and how she wants others to see her.

“How much have you really talked to her?” Stiles seems to think hard about this, and comes out blank. He plays with his fingers, refusing to give me an answer, which gives away everything anyway. It goes quiet again, and I can’t think of anything to say this time. I watch his fingers as he fiddles with them, my mind drifting. Before I can follow wherever it was going, I hear him clear his throat. He is staring at me, squinting his eyes, as if he is analysing me. Heat fills my cheeks and I look down, playing with my own hands in my lap.

“What were you looking at?” Stiles asks, genuinely confused.

“Nothing. It doesn’t matter,” My voice barely raises above a whisper. ‘What is up with me today? Why is this boy that I basically hated until earlier affecting me so much?’

“Clearly you were looking at something,” He presses on, leaning closer to me. My breath catches in my throat at his proximity. I met his relentless gaze, making a solid effort to try and maintain eye contact, and not look elsewhere on his face. A beeping horn scares the crap out of me and the two of us headbutt one another. Rubbing my forehead, I look out the front window, seeing Scott flip up and over the fence. I get up and move to the back of the Jeep again, letting Scott get in. We speed off, Scott still huffing in panic.

“Did it work, did you remember?” Stiles asks, still flooring it out of there. Scott nods,

“I was there last night. And the blood- a lot of it was mine.”

“So you did attack him?”

“No, I saw glowing eyes that weren’t mine. They had to have been Derek’s. I think I was protecting the driver.”

“Why would Derek help you remember that he tried to kill the driver?” I ask, confused. Nothing was making sense.

“It’s gotta be a pack thing,” Stiles suggested, and then my mind suddenly caught up to me.

“Wait. This has happened to me before. The foggy memories, needing to go back to the place to remember, it happens when your alpha calls you out against your will,”

“Well. Terrifying as that is, that also means you aren’t a killer. And it also means-”

“I can go out with Allison,”

“I was going to say that you won’t kill us, but that works too.”

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Scott, Allison, Lydia and Jackson all are out on their double date, or hang out or whatever, leaving me and Stiles to have to find something to do. We decide that we don’t have much to do except hang out with each other, so we head over to Stiles’ house. He shows me around downstairs, and then we go up and he shows me his room. I’ve never really been in a boys room before, his is cleaner than I would’ve predicted. He falls down onto his bed, while I remain near to the door, leaning on the frame. It feels weird being here after only just becoming friendly with the boy, so I get stuck in place. He props himself up on his elbows and tilts his head at me.

“You can sit down, you know,” I walked over, sitting next to him on his bed. Continuing to look around his room, I came across a corkboard, flooded with printed out articles and ripped out book pages about werewolves, wolfsbane- everything.

“You really are a nerd, you know that?” I laugh at his slightly offended expression as he scrambles up to follow my gaze. “Hey! I’m just- passionate. What are you interested in, huh? You can’t call me a nerd and then not spill on your guilty pleasure hobbies.”

“I like running. Like track and stuff, I guess. I was pretty good before I got bullied off of my old team and moved here.” Stiles looks sad at my confession, so I try to make him laugh. I’m gonna regret saying this,

“I also really like Star Wars.” His mouth falls open and his eyes fill with a hint of something I can’t quite read. “What?”

“Are you kidding? I love Star Wars!” He points up to the shelf near to the bed, and low and behold, all the films are stacked together. “You wanna watch one?”

“Sure,” I agree, and Stiles gets up, grabbing ‘A New Hope’ and his laptop. He sits, with his back against his headboard, so I move to sit next to him.

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Blinking my eyes open, I hear soft sighs of breath coming from above my head, air gently blowing against the top. Going to stretch, I find that one of my arms is trapped under something heavy. Rubbing my eyes with my free arm, I start to adjust to the darkness of the room, the only light coming from a laptop screen. I slowly move my head and instantly go red at what I see. We had fallen asleep. I’d fallen asleep on his chest, with my arms wrapped around him. Trying to carefully pull my arm free, Stiles stirs. His slow movements suddenly jolt into spastic ones. He frees my arm sitting up quickly, and I can see the pink tint to his face under the glow of the screen.

“Sorry,” He finally mumbles out. He coughs, clearly his throat and turns to switch his lamp on, closing the laptop and moving it out of the way. Checking my phone, I show the time to the boy. Grabbing his own phone, he suddenly stiffens in place.

“What’s wrong?” Stiles shows a notification on his phone, ‘Garrison Meyers, age 56, has succumbed to his wounds’ an hour or so ago.

“Scott will be home from his date soon, I think you should tell him,”

“Do you want to come with me?”

“Can you just drop me off there, I think I’m gonna go to bed,” He nods and we get up, him grabbing his keys. As we head out, we run into the Sheriff. Clearly noticing mine and Stiles’ bed hair etc. he squints his eyes at us both.

“How long have you two been here?”

“A bit after school got out I guess. Anyway, I really need to go see Scott,”

“You are aware there is a countywide curfew, right?”

“Yeah, I am.” Stiles states, as if that means nothing to him. His dad just sighs, giving up. Before we leave he speaks up.

“Stiles, if you are going to have a girl round, could you please just, let me know first,” I nearly choke on my own tongue at this insinuation. Stiles starts blushing again and stammers for words,

“No- We- Dad we aren’t- It’s not-” The Sheriff just lifts his hand, dismissing whatever ‘excuse’ Stiles was going to come out with. We rush out the house, leaving some distance between the two of us, clearly still drowning in embarrassment. Stiles and I don’t really talk much in the car ride to Scott’s/mine. I thank him for the lift before hopping out and quietly sneaking into my house, hoping my parents don’t grill me on breaking the curfew.

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uselessmonsterboy · 4 years

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Lit so another DM prompt thing lmao here we go yall--

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He hadn't… well, he doesn't remember ever having a sleepover before. It felt like something that might be considered juvenile at this point. Did 16 year olds have sleepovers? Was there a limit to when it could be called a sleepover? He didn't know and it was kind of stressing him out but regardless he had said yes when Shinsou had invited him, as well as a few other friends, to stay the night. It was… Yagi had seemed beyond delighted when he told him he had agreed to go. So it had to be a good thing.

Right?

Which brought him to where he was now standing. In front of a small but neat home that had the light on outside the door in welcome. Shinsou had asked if he needed directions but Izuku assured him he knew the city like the back of his hand and that he just needed an address. He could kind of hear a few muffled shouts and laughter so he assumed he might be late. He still was not great at exacts of time but his generals were rock solid.

After taking a deep breath, he walked up to the front door and knocked. The door practically flew open and revealed a tall woman with lavender hair who was grinning already, her apron had flour all over it, with her eyes alight with more energy than he would readily associate with Shinsou at any given moment. Overall Izuku was suddenly feeling very overwhelmed that he may have actually gotten the wrong house, somehow.

“You must be Midoriya! Hi! I’m Mama here but anyways, come in! Hitoshi and the others are upstairs.” She stepped to the side in such a way that Izuku had to duck underneath her arm to get in. He didn’t respond and felt a little guilty about that but he was just very nervous and wanting to not be around strangers right now all of a sudden.

He barely made it through the entry hall when another strange voice called from a room out of sight.

“You better not be overwhelming some poor new kid again out there! Get back in here and finish the dough!”

The woman whisked past Izuku and down a hall to the side with a wave and loud dismissive noise.

“Mama please listen to haha and help dad with dinner.” Shinsou’s voice was a relief as Izuku saw him lean down from presumably the turn that was the stairs. “Hey, Mido, sorry about my parents. They can be a lot sometimes.”

“Just sometimes?” Izuku said with a small huff of amusement, stepping a little faster and holding onto the straps of his bag a bit more than necessary. Shinsou gave him a small and friendly shove as soon as he was within reach.

“Hush. Come on, I gotta make sure Kirishima doesn’t wreck my poor dog in his excitement to have said dog in the room.”

The night went on after that essentially the same as it would have in the dorms but just… in an actual home. A few hours later and a bunch of nice smells coming up the stairs from the meal that was being made. The food was great and the five of them were essentially left to their own devices as they ate, Shinsou’s parents vanishing into some other part of the somehow both massive and small house. It was fun. Izuku didn’t know why that part felt like a surprise to him. As if they would somehow sniff out he had never done this before and mock him for it. Friends don't do that. He figured he should know that by now but it still… it was still a surprise every time for him.

By the time it came for them to all settle to sleep there was an absurd amount of pillows and blankets scattered across the floor of Shinsou’s room. There was not a speck of floor actually visible under it all, actually. Everyone was unpacking things from their bags and Izuku pulled out what was at this point just something he viewed as a big blanket and started to unwind it to get to it’s contents.

“Dude what in the world is that massive thing?” Kirishima leaned over and touched the soft yarn with an amazed tone. Izuku fought back the blush as he felt the way everyone went to inspect it.

“What a stark green and black mix!” Iida lifted a stretch of it and it honestly had Izuku feeling mildly protective of the gift.

“Guys don’t just grab his things.” Shinsou sighed as he leaned down over where Izuku was sitting a little stiffly and gently swatted at Iida’s hand.. “Geez, never thought I would see the day I corrected Mr Proper.”

Iida made a choked noise as the overstep was realized.

“Where did you get it?” Uraraka asked from the door where she was just returning from changing.

“I- Uh- It was a gift….” Izuku pulled it all into his lap, wanting to spread it out to refold and wind it back up but feeling oddly out of place suddenly.

“Handmade?”

Izuku wasn’t really registering who was saying it at this point but he nodded, skin feeling static with anxiety. Maybe he shouldn’t have come after all.

“Hey, I have a spot you can use to sort it back into your bag.” Shinsou stopped the questions with the offer and held a hand out to Izuku. A moment of hesitation and Izuku was taking the hand and pulling his things with him, following Shinsou quietly.

The side room Shinsou brought him too looked like it may have been a second bedroom turned study at some point. There was enough room to lay out his attempted sweater and he glanced at Shinsou nervously before setting it out.

When Shinsou still didn't make any comment, even as the entire knitted thing was laid out, dropped stitches and four arm holes, as well as some additional actual holes, completely visible, Izuku started trying to find something to say. He knew he didn't need to but still, the need was there.

"I-" He started but got cut short.

"Midoriya. It's okay." Shinsou offered one of his lazy smiles. "It's a gift from your parents you got now, right? That's nobody's business but yours. You don't have to explain everything you own. Just take a breather and we can go back and get some sleep."

Izuku felt his face get unfairly warm with how flustered he got at the idea of people calling Yagi, Aizawa, or Yamada his parents. He didn't say anything else for the rest of the night, something his friends readily took in stride even after they all said their apologies he didn't really understand the need for. The next morning they got woken up by haha leaning in and telling them breakfast was ready and that they could all get rides back to the dorm when Shinsou's dad left for work in the afternoon. Apparently it was on the way.

The dorms were rowdy as usual when they all got back. Everyone went their different ways to unpack back into their rooms and Izuku beelined straight to where he usually would meet up with Yagi after using his Quirk to just brush at the edge of his chronic pains. It was something they had come to use as just a quick notice system of just Izuku looking for his mentor. He didn't have to wait long until Yagi was sitting next to him on the bench quietly. They watched some clouds move by for a few moments.

"Did it go well?" Yagi asked, hands folded neatly in his lap.

"They said they liked the sweater you and Aizawa-san made." Izuku patted his own thighs lightly, needing the motion to stay steady. Yagi laughed next to him.

"Generous to call it that. … Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah. Had fun even if Shinsou's parents had energy to rival Yamada-san when he's mid show." Izuku settled into the bench, sliding down a bit, and sighed. "I was worried but I know I overwork things for myself a lot."

"You have been doing much better, though. I'm proud of you, Izu-kun." Yagi knocked his knee against Izuku's and he returned the action.

"Thank you. I'm trying."

"I know, my boy."

#mute tones #illegitimatechildofyours #useless monster scribbles #long post #i know that like this has fucking nothing to do with the sweater but still #also @ shinsou: wow how come you get two moms and a dad?

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crystxlclear · 4 years

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you’re just like an angel (your skin makes me cry)

a sudden desire oneshot

masterlist // sudden desire chapter one

pairing: marcus pike x original female character (coraline meyer)

words: 4.4k

synopsis: coraline and marcus go to a halloween party. pining ensues.

set in the future, in comparison to the current sudden desire timeline, after coraline accepts that suggestion

warnings: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF SWEET SWEET FLUFF, mutual pining (more so from marcus, unintentionally, though?), alcohol consumption/slight alcohol intoxication, established relationship

author’s note: you don’t need to have read sudden desire to understand this! (but please do)

this was meant to come out on halloween but i am a terrible procrastinator. but i mean this was too cute not to post? so i hope you all accept my extremely belated spooky-season offering. expect more of this sweet beautiful soft fluff when we get more into sudden desire, when we get to the baby-making stage (i gotta make up for the lack of smut somehow). This is really nothing of significance or particularly interesting, except i just wanted to write something halloween-ish

also it’s kind of obvious and i have mentioned it here and in previous sudden desire chapters but daniel is coraline’s brother and kimmy is his wife/cora’s sister-in-law, they’re in the next chapter!

not beta’d because i have no friends to read it lmao

Coraline doesn’t usually go out on Halloween. Those evenings are usually spent curled up on the sofa, cocooned beneath her comforter, watching the entire Scream series back-to-back. It had become somewhat of a ritual, those films. Sat in the comfortable dark while she practically quoted the film back at the TV screen. An annual event since she was ten, when she’d managed to convince her dad to let her watch the first three films while her mom was out with friends. Her DVD copies were almost two decades old, now.

It must have taken something, or someone, special to break a habit so ingrained, a years-old routine.

That was the moment Daniel Meyer knew, beyond all doubt, that Coraline Meyer looked at Marcus Pike as more than just a friend.

Sure, she denies it. Sure she’s too damn stubborn to admit it, even to him. But for someone to pull Cora from her Scream-filled Halloween night bubble, it must take a lot. He isn’t blind, either. He’s seen the looks they give each other - those fleeting looks, a flush of red creeping to their cheeks whenever they glance between each other for a moment, that soft lingering smile on her face when she arrives at his house after a day spent with him - and he’s spent hours in his living room listening to her recall stories and gush about him like he hung all the stars in the night sky.

Daniel Meyer knows his sister well enough to know that she only has eyes for him.

He’d been surprised when she’d rung him that Thursday morning, bright and early as the sun continued to rise high in the sky, proclaiming that she was, in fact, coming to their Halloween party. That surprise had disappeared, however, the second she’d mentioned Marcus was coming, too. He’d laughed and she’d asked why but he wouldn’t tell her, amusement peaking the moment he heard his name. It’s brilliant and he should have known, really. Of course, he should have known.

...

Coraline tugs awkwardly on the costume. It’s cheap and uncomfortable and she’d bought it last minute from some poorly-lit store in the city. It’s that cheap, plastic-like material that clings to your figure in the most unforgiving places, places it shouldn’t yet somehow moulds to. She’s just glad she didn’t pick one of the skimpier ones she’d tried, the ones that rested far too high on her thighs and squeezed her torso so tightly it felt like she was wearing a corset. She felt like she was about to burst straight through the thin material. Instead, she’d gone for the far more family-friendly option.

Skimpy outfits aren’t a good idea for a family Halloween party.

Though, even in the most modest costume she can find, she’s still pretty sure that she looks utterly ridiculous.

But that’s part of the charm though, right?

The costume she’s settled on is slightly more modest than the rest, now that she’s fished out those stupidly expensive thigh-high boots she’d bought for a red carpet event once, that rise just high enough to conceal the ridiculous amount of leg on show. Any other night, she wouldn’t mind in the slightest, but they tones the outfit down enough that she’s positive she won’t offend the eyes of the conservative parents whose kids run around with her nephews.

It’s not a big deal. She doesn’t particularly care. She only cares what Marcus thinks.

If he likes it, who cares what anyone else thinks.

The least-revealing costume in the store happened to be that of a special agent or a spy or something like that. It’s a little... on-the-nose. Still, she figures it’s fitting.

The dress’ weird vinyl material that creaks and squeaks whenever she moves and there’s a pair of flimsy plastic handcuffs strapped through the belt loops along with an already half-worn away sheriff’s badge that shines dully under the soft light of her bedroom. It’s cheap - anyone can tell that - but the whole thing has been last-minute, Marcus trying his hardest for a solid month to persuade her to abandon her tradition and come to the party with him. Only for him. Only him.

She truly does love Halloween. And Fall is her favourite time of year. But she’d spent all week at Halloween parties with her castmates and friends - late night all weeks, far too much alcohol, far too many times hearing The Monster Mash playing insistently over loudspeakers - and, come Halloween night, the only thing she wanted to do was order pizza and indulge in her yearly marathon. She’s done that elaborate costume stuff all week, a thousand different costumes adorning her body, and pyjamas sound far more inviting. Halloween night is for relaxing, she thinks. If it weren’t for Marcus Pike, it would remain exactly that.

She’s still fussing over the ever-rising hem of her dress and thinking of just staying home when the doorbell rings, loud and imposing, almost scaring her as its shrill chimes cut through the soft music playing over her speakers. She huffs out a sigh of resignation, giving up on any hope she has of making herself feel better about what she’s wearing.

Marcus is standing at the door with a bottle of red wine in hand and a smile on his face. That smile falters when he sees her, for just long enough for her to think about running back upstairs and changing into something different. His parted lips finally form around the words his awestruck brain is fighting hard to form: “You look… -good.” It’s all he can muster. And he sounds pathetic.

“... Thanks?”

He shakes his head clear, that initial shock of seeing her looking so damn good dissipating the second she notices his wide eyes and drops her head back as she laughs. The long line of her neck sparkles under the warm flickering candlelight of her living room, thanks to that body lotion she wears. “You look great,” he insists.

She bites her lip as his eyes scan her figure from head to toe. She catches his eyes but she doesn’t mind one bit. She’s doing the same thing. And it’s infuriating because she’s unable to stop.

Of course Marcus looks good. Of course he does, because he always does. Even in sweats and a t-shirt, when she bursts through his door at 7am, coffee in hand, far too wide awake for the early hours of a morning. When he’s still half-asleep. He still looks good. He even looks good now, in a cheap vampire’s cape and plastic fangs. Perhaps it’s the all-black, his shirt stretched taut across his chest or the leather jacket he wears that fits him so well.

Or, maybe, it’s just the slightly goofy grin he wears when he sees her laugh, dressed in her costume and swinging her handcuffs on the end of her finger, and the way his lips puff out a little when they fall over the edge of the fake fangs.

She means to tell him just how good he looks but he speaks before she can.

“I brought wine.” He notes. He lifts the bottle - she’s pretty sure it’s expensive, but she knows absolutely nothing about wine - and she squints at the label, a half-hearted attempt at pretending she knows what all those words mean. She has no idea.

She doesn’t even need to invite him inside, he just follows when she turns and makes a beeline for the kitchen. “Daniel will never let you inside with that,” she calls over her shoulder. Her eldest brother has hated wine since his wedding, when his best man had thrown up on his shoes outside the hotel that night, after one too many glasses. It was partly Coraline’s fault, though; they’d been drinking and laughing at the bar the entire night, the bartender plying them with drink after drink until someone hauled them outside to get some fresh air. Daniel had been pissed that his best friend and the smart and suited man behind the bar had been supplying his nineteen-year-old sister with copious amounts of alcohol, though he quickly forgave them at breakfast the next morning when their hangovers were so bad, they had to wear sunglasses indoors.

“Lucky for you-” She pushes up on her tiptoes and reaches to the back of the kitchen cupboard. She can feel the breeze on the back of her thighs and she hopes to god that her skirt doesn’t push up too far and reveal too much. A few moments clattering around blindly, she returns to two feet with two wine glasses. “-my brother is used to me being late.”

Marcus is already fishing for the corkscrew in the cutlery draw before she's even turned around. He swiftly pops the cork and is there waiting when Coraline sets the glasses between them.

“Here’s to being late,” he proposes, holding his glass up for her to clink after he pours them both a generous glass.

Here’s to being late.

...

They do turn up late. Two-hours late, to be exact. A little too tipsy. Or, at least, Coraline is. She’s in that semi-blissful state, caught somewhere between content happiness and that point where he knows she usually starts to cry, before the giggles force their way out and she’s hiccupping through adorable sobs of indistinguishable hysteria.

He’s only seen her like that once after a particularly bad fight over the phone with Scott. And, while she’d insisted that the whole thing was hilarious, he never wanted to see her like that again.

But, at least for now, they’re both smiling.

And Marcus isn’t sure how anyone can be mad at Coraline when she’s smiling.

It seems like the rest of the street is having parties, too. The entire row of closely packed townhouses and luxury condos are humming with life; pop songs and fluorescent lighting fill the street. It feels like they’re in a movie, endless decoration spilling to the sidewalk, waterfalls of orange, black and purple. Everything is garishly bright and confused, all mismatched shapes and colours - surrealism, like a Dali painting, exaggerated and unusual and unnatural. It’s strange to see the neighbourhood like this, with its usually-pristine gardens, turned fantastical.

The smell of the Potomac River drifts along the street, swirling in the gentle late-October breeze. It dances with the charred scent of fireworks that lingers low in the air, cinnamon and herbs, and the smell that lingers before the rain. It intertwines to make Halloween, in all its ghoulish glory. Yet, despite it all, the only thing he can smell is her perfume. It lingers on the breeze.

Coraline walks just ahead of him; she’s skipping down the street, light on her feet, her black heels cutting a rhythmic beat through the hum of the street as it comes alive. There’s been a smile on her face since they left her apartment, that bright blissful buzz of wine pulsing through her veins, and she looks no different from the kids and the teenagers that weave through the cars lining the street. She’s been holding his hand since they left, too. Tightly, like if she lets go, he’ll disappear.

But he would never. He could never leave her.

She’s his best friend.

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” she calls back to him as they near Coraline’s brother’s house. It’s the same as the rest of the houses on the street: lighting flashes through the windows - orange and white and purple, casting shapes across the front yard, the yard that’s draped in Halloween decorations - and the soft hum of music pumped through the half-open front windows.

She turns to watch him, walking backwards, still holding his hand. He’s taller than her, even in her heels, so she glances up at him with a pout on her red lips. There’s a little bit of awe in his chest as he watches her navigate the cobblestones blindly, not even faltering on her heels once. She wears Halloween so well. She makes the party store costume look better than it has any idea being. Those that pass - kids, teenagers, their parents, varying degrees of effort in their costumes - watch as they walk, when she pokes a long nail at his chest. “You’re to blame.”

“It’ll be fun, love.” He poses.

She raises a sceptical eyebrow. “Oh, really?” Coraline turns to glare at him. “Dressed like this?” She gestures to herself and the dress she feels completely ridiculous wearing. “I don’t think so.”

“But that’s the point of Halloween.”

She notices the way his brown eyes sparkle beneath the moonlight.

Cora hums in contemplation. “I still can’t believe you talked me into this.” She repeats, but there’s a hint of a smirk on her lips.

“You’ll get over it.”

...

Three hours into the party and Coraline disappears. One moment, she’d been swaying with her nephew, Elliot, to Fleetwood Mac, grinning and giggling as she spun him from side-to-side in her arms. Marcus had watched her from the refreshment table in the corner, engaged in a half-idle conversation with Cora’s sister-in-law, Kimmy, as she cleared the dirty plates and refreshed the chips. He thinks she noticed him watching her but she’s far too polite to say anything if she did. She just seemed to hum knowingly and sweep away towards the kitchen as he watched Coraline twirl gracefully to the soft melody of Dreams.

She’d brought a jacket with her, the cold creeping in right as they’d made to leave the house, and the loose fabric brushed against her legs as she swayed on her heels. The breeze that wandered through the open living room window billowed beneath it. She looked ethereal like that; all beautiful and glowing and bright, basking in the vibrant flashing lights and overly-gaudy Halloween decorations that don’t quite fit the gentle songs that float through the room. Coraline had been deep in conversation with a seemingly endless stream of Daniel and Kimmy’s friends and there had been a tense set to her brow as a consequence. Now, she looks jovial and carefree and relaxed. The wine they’d drunk before they arrived - and the bottle she and Kimmy had been sneaking in the corner of the room, giggling like school girls as they filled their cups whenever Daniel wasn’t looking - probably helped her on her way but it’s refreshing to see her like this. Happy.

So much for someone convinced she wouldn’t have fun.

Marcus turned to grab another drink as the song finished, fading away into the next, and within a moment she was gone, lost in the slowly thinning crowd that danced through the living room. The two-year-old that had previously been in her arms was halfway across the room, tugging on his father’s Batman costume. The crowd that seemed to part for her and her giggling nephew had thickened again, spilling over the dancefloor where she’d spun moments earlier.

He finally finds her perched on the kitchen counter, swinging her legs back and forth idly, staring out at the Potomac River as the moon sparkles across its surface. There’s a paper plate of chocolate cake perched on her knees, stolen from the one Kimmy had taken from the buffet table earlier in the night. She prods at it absentmindedly with a fork, smearing the purple and orange frosting across the plate like she’s painting on a canvas. Pale moonlight scatters across her face; her eyelashes cast gentle arching silhouettes beneath her eyes and sloping shadows across the soft lines of her cheekbones.

She doesn’t hear him at first. The music, Creep by Radiohead, plays in the living room. He knows most of the words to the song because Coraline has played it on vinyl so many times in the late evenings of summer, when the windows are open the whole way and the curtains billow in the breeze. Her brother has good taste, just like her; the pleasant nostalgia of eighties rock pouring through the speakers. It’s muffled by the closed door of the kitchen, slightly broken door that he’d offered to fix the first time he’d been for lunch jammed shut to allow her some peace and quiet.

He enters as quietly as he can but the music spikes through the doorway when he opens it and draws her attention away from the glittering ripple of the water. She smiles fondly when she sees him, for a moment, and her head turns back to the view from the kitchen window.

“You okay?” He asks. He settles in front of her, leaning back against the island opposite her. “You wandered off.”

She doesn’t seem upset. Her expression is soft and content. “I’m alright,” she insists.

The kitchen is quiet.

The world seems so far away.

Everything that has happened before and everything that might happen after that moment doesn’t matter.

Everything will be alright.

Coraline huffs out a laugh and closes her eyes, tilting her head back to let the cool breeze of the open window sweep over her bare neck. “Just needed a bit of quiet. It’s a little-“ She makes a motion with her hands, almost like she’s strangling someone. Somehow, it makes sense to him. “-full-on in there.”

Marcus watches her. His dark gaze flickers across her face as she carries on kicking her legs gently back and forth, manoeuvring himself so the toe of her boot doesn’t slam into his shin. The world just carries on around them; the party continues in the living room, the music continues playing and everyone else moves on with their lives as Marcus and Coraline exist in that quiet moment where nothing but each other matters.

There’s a brief beat of silence filled by gentle guitars and soft lyrics.

She’s watching the water in awe. He’s watching her the same way.

You’re just like an angel, your skin makes me cry.

“Cake?” She offers out half-heartedly after a moment’s contemplation, soft green eyes drawing back to his face. An affectionate smile tugs at her lips.

He shakes his head. “I’m good.”

“Thank god.” The smile widens to a grin and she puffs out a small giggle. “You would have broken my heart if you’d said yes.” She hums as she brings a forkful of the cake to her lips, savouring the sweet taste on her lips. Her tongue darts out delicately to chase the remains. Her lipstick leaves a red spider web across the fork.

He won’t, but he’s never wanted to kiss her more than in that moment. The world stops for a moment when she meets his gaze as she does it, peeling her eyes away, cheeks flushing slightly. He won’t, but, god, he thinks she’s lovely. He won’t kiss her. Kissing her on the cheek or the nose or the forehead, that’s different. It’s familiar. It’s welcomed with a smile and she does the same to him, sometimes. Kissing her for real. That’s entirely different. He doesn’t kiss her unless she asks him to. Until she wants him to.

Whatever makes you happy. Whatever you want.

“That good, huh?”

She nods. “I don’t know where Kimmy buys it from but it’s incredible.”

“Hmm, maybe I will take some.” He reaches for her plate but she tugs it away, a mock-offended expression on her face.

“Hey!” She pouts. “Pretty sure that’s theft, Marcus Pike. Don’t make me arrest you.” She chides, patting the plastic handcuffs that rattle against her belt.

“I’m pretty sure I’m the only one with the authority to actually arrest someone,” Marcus attests, quirking an eyebrow in amusement.

“Not tonight.” She hums, tapping a nail against the badge that rests against her chest. She tilts her head and a bright smile crosses her red lips. She wears that gentle glow of wine across her cheeks, all pink and rosy. Coraline reaches up to card her fingers through the curls at the back of his head. Marcus sighs at the feeling of her nails scraping across the scalp at the nape of his neck. She leans closer for a second, so close that he can feel the warmth of her breath fan across his cheeks. Her eyelashes dip as she traces patterns across his scalp and dances the digits over her other hand up the bare expanse of his arm, prickled in goosebumps from the light scrape of her nails. There’s a blissful haze that passes her expression when she glances back out across the moon-drenched river. His breath hitches in his throat whenever she touches him like that. Whenever there’s intended intimacy behind it. That comfort that settled between them long ago.

Coraline doesn’t even realise she’s doing it, sometimes. It feels like second nature, now.

She can feel her cheeks burning at the thought of it all.

She pulls her hand away from him all too soon. Marcus thinks about chasing her hand, pulling it back to hold him again with the lightest of touches. But he lets her go. Again. The moonlight casts silver shadows across her face like some kind of goddamn angel basking in the light. Instead, he just watches her as she picks the paper plate of cake back up, brings up another forkful and smiles in delight at the taste.

“Oh, really?” He answers in response to her earlier words, realising he’s spent far too much time watching her than he should. His hand brushes the outside of her knee before it comes to rest on the kitchen counter beside her leg. It’s unintentional. At least, he thinks.

You’re so fucking special. I wish I was special.

“Cora-“ He calls to catch her attention again. She turns her head to face him, her eyebrows raised a little in expectancy and surprise. “-you’ve got some frosting-“ Marcus swipes at the side of his mouth, where Coraline has a spot of purple frosting clinging to the corner of her lips, blemishing the otherwise-perfect red-paint.

He steps forward again, reaching his thumb up to swipe the frosting away. She watches his movements at first, before her gaze focuses intently on his face and the dark-eyed gaze that follows the slow movements of his thumb. When he moves to pull it away, to wipe in on a piece of kitchen towel, she reaches for it, pressing the frosting-covered pad of his thumb against her lips.

She grins around it when her eyes widen, swiping her tongue over the soft flesh, before pulling it back slowly. There’s a ring of red lipstick around his thumb. Her voice is low when she speaks, in tone and volume. She peers up at him through her lashes. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t know what she was doing. “You can’t let good frosting go to waste.”

He wants to swear. He needs to. Because all he can think of, right now, is kissing her. Again. He wants to taste the frosting still lingering on her tongue and he wants that red lipstick to stain his lips. He wants her hands in his hair, tugging and twisting as he presses his mouth to hers and he wants to feel her smile against him when the way she pulls him closer makes him groan.

He wants to feel all that he can barely have. He wants the memories that linger when he’s in bed without her at his side, when their insane agreement isn’t in action. He wants more than fleeting moments. He wants it all.

But he’s just being selfish.

And, besides, she doesn’t want that, either. Not now. Not here.

“Do you want to leave?” It’s intended to be an innocent question. But, with all those thoughts and those hidden desires, with all those feelings he isn’t positive are anything more than shallow, unrequited and completely ridiculous and the swipe of her velvet-soft tongue over the pad of his thumb, it sounds loaded. He’s breathless. He groans to himself and steps back from her.

Coraline doesn’t fail to notice the way his fingers skim the bare expense of her outer thigh when he moves. She half-wonders what he’s implying with it. She never knows what’s intentional between them anymore. She thinks it probably has meaning; she had his thumb between her lips just moments before. She isn’t even sure what she was implying.

“We can get pizza.”

“Pizza, huh?” She hums in contemplation, but there’s no decision to be made. In her mind, she’s already said he’s a thousand times, and she’s been ready to say yes since the moment they stepped through Daniel’s front door. As much as she loves Daniel and Kimmy and her niece and nephews, nothing sounds better than pizza on the couch with Marcus. “What kind of pizza?” She toys, musing the image over in her mind, finishing off the last mouthful of cake, already missing the sweet frosting.

But, intentional or not, goosebumps prickle across her skin.

He’s leaning closer, now. He can’t help it. She draws him in with that damn smile. “Veggie.”

Her favourite.

“Tempting.”

“Very tempting.”

“From the pizza place on Pennsylvania?” Her eyes light up at the prospect. Her back straightens and they’re looking each other in the eyes.

Marcus brushes a thumb across her knee. Coraline tries her best to hide the shudder that threatens to pull through her at his touch. Heat pools in her stomach and her chest and her breath hitches in her throat. “Where else?”

She groans, small and breathy, pushing its way from her mouth, almost like she’s been winded. Her eyes close over. Her eyelids flutter. Her head is swimming from the wine she’s drunk, head buzzing with that pleasant intoxication as the alcohol sweeps through her. She can’t help it. She can’t stop it. But she can’t tell whether it’s a response to the promise of her favourite pizza or the feeling of his warm palm against her leg. She doesn’t particularly want to know. But she brushes it off as the wine. It makes more sense.

It’s a little embarrassing.

Her eyes open again and he’s still looking at her, expectation and gentility in his gaze. “And garlic bread?”

He smirks in amusement. “Whatever you want, Cora.” His thumb brushes over her knee again. “Whatever you want.”

She grins. “How can I say no to that?”

“You can’t,” Marcus insists. He steps back from the counter and she slips off, smoothing out her dress and shucking her jacket around herself as the wind casts a shiver across her skin.

“Can I at least change first?”

He exhales a laugh through her nose. “Nope.”

“Oh, Marcus, come on!” She groans. His hand slips into hers; her delicate fingers curl around his, her palm soft against his work-calloused hands. “I look ridiculous.”

“It’s Halloween, love.” The pet name makes her legs feel weak. His voice is low and affectionate when he turns back towards her. He ducks his head and kisses her cheekbone. He lingers to whisper in her ear: “And you look hot.”

#sudden desire #sudden desire oneshot #oneshot #marcus pike #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x oc #marcus pike x fem!oc #marcus pike x original character #marcus pike x female reader #halloween #pedro pascal #original character

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tigerdrop · 4 years

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LMAO well okay. i think that my interpretation of his behavior will probably bug some people judging by a lot of posts i see flying around lately but yall asked, so

so like right from the jump, tommy reads as a, like, naive and good-mannered person. and, you know, he is a little naive! he gets bought out with fucking beyblades. but hes also very insistent that he knows what hes doing a lot of the time, even when gordon is being condescending as all shit and implying that hes a child. (see: the line where hes like “im not playing in the water! im testing the viscosity!”) and im inclined to take that at face value - presumably you dont get hired at black mesa without at least being on the level of, you know, a 27 yr old fresh out of MIT, like gordon freeman

and in that light, i think its really easy to read a lot of tommys behavior as straight up passive-aggressive/condescending towards gordon. gordons like, a decade younger than him, and hes going around cracking jokes about how tommys basically two kids in a trenchcoat. like, some examples:

whether or not tommy calls him “mr freeman” or “dr freeman” is a little inconsistent, but a lot of times tommy will be calling him “dr” right up until gordon makes some condescending comment toward him, at which point he switches to “mr”. it was probably not intentional at all, but its really funny and kind of demeaning

theres a moment where theres like, a laser/electricity/whatever, and tommy says “it cant hurt you if youre smart!” when gordon worries about it hurting him. it would hurt gordon, tho. this reads as a fantastically backhanded burn to me LMAO

theres another bit where theyre all just straight up calling gordon stupid. (he is a little stupid for being such a puffed-up MIT boy.) tommy will also sometimes just completely ignore gordon when gordon says something demeaning to him, like hes just turning away and thinking “i am not getting paid enough to deal with this guy”

tommys clearly spiteful at times: when they get fucked with the the military, tommy immediately jumps to suggesting they take one of the soldiers hostage, and when theyre robbing the casino in the payday stream, hes like “ive already lost 20$, let’s rob this place”. its not much of a stretch to interpret him as being spitefully condescending to gordon, too

anyway the point i am getting at here is that its not like wildly inaccurate to read him as just wanting some fucking respect. gordons really, really bossy and talks down to them a lot and sometimes literally talks to tommy like hes a dog. id think that just about anybody would get fed up with that

in that vein, please consider: tommy finally getting stern and reminding gordon that he is a 37 year old with a goddamn doctorate (maybe even multiple!) and that its dr coolatta, thank you. sure, he might like gordon, and they might be friendly towards each other, but gordon ought to show some fuckin respect for once instead of being so demeaning all the time. and, you know, gordon having a really embarrassing reaction to being put in his place for once

some other tidbits that dont really go along with this but that i feel compelled to point out anyway

tommy swears! he says “fucking” almost right away! and he doesnt stutter very much if at all. i think that, like the “gordon feetman” thing, the whole schtick of him never swearing and stuttering a lot is like a fanon thing that got latched onto really hard fsr

hes, like, really fast, and one of my friends headcanons him as having been a track runner at one point, which fits really well IMO

tommys probably an excellent researcher if he makes a point to reference how many OSHA codes and wikipedia articles hes memorized, which makes it even more funny/painful how much gordon lays into him for being childlike

tommy makes the sweet voice colors rhyme what they actively do some of the time, but definitely not all of the time. i know it can be fun to try to come up with clever rhymes for sweet voice, but the pedantic and obnoxious poet in my brain is begging ppl to just not force it if it sounds awkward. if youre gonna do it, you oughta make sure it actually rhymes, and that it scans correctly, too. sorry this is insanely nitpicky but it drives me Nuts and ive had people wonder why i would make one of benreys sweet voices orange when it doesnt rhyme with anything. it doesnt have to! dont worry about it!

#asky #this is like the most obnoxious thing ive ever posted probably. sorry #in the end none of this shit really matters and u can do what u want and interpret however u like #Its Just My Onion #careposting

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Off The Deep End

Warnings: none for this chapter. Starts with fluff, ends with angst. But shits gonna hit the fan lmao

Spencer pulls up the comforters in an attempt to cover his ears from the horrendous alarm that was enveloping his room.

“Make it stop," he grumbled into an empty bed.

"It's been ringing for a little more than an hour now," he heard his favorite voice from the attached bathroom of their bedroom, "it's about time you woke up, don't you think?" She peeked through the doorway, rolling her eyes with a smile at her sleepy husband.

"I have a better idea," Spencer mumbled sleepily.

“Oh?”

"You come into bed with me." He propped himself onto his elbow, barely managing to pry his open. He glanced over to the digital alarm clock on the bedside table which read 6:15 in bright red luminescent lights.

He inhaled a sharp breath slowly sitting up in bed, stretching his arms widely. The covers fell back onto the bed as he stood up and made his way into the bathroom.

"Excuse me," Amelia looked at her husband from the mirror. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his head on her shoulder. "Occupied." She giggles as he kisses the nape of her neck.

“Can you join me in the shower?” He asked his wife, looking at her big brown eyes through the mirror.

She turned to face him, smiling sweetly, “I'm already dressed, babe.” She puts on her earrings. “Sorry.” She apologized laughing at his disappointed sigh.

“You don't have to be at work ‘til 8. That's enough time for a second shower.” He rests his forehead against hers. He gives her a look up and down, thanking all the Gods he could think of for giving him an eidetic memory.

Her style was modest and girly. Floral prints and pastel colors. Lots of dresses and skirts (which she loved to twirl and spin in).

She quickly gives him a peck on his stubbly cheek, and squirms her way out his arms. “Get ready quickly. Breakfast will be ready in 20, and I would like to eat with you before I leave for the day.”

Pulling the buttons on his cardigan close, he rushed into the kitchen when he heard the bacon sizzle.

“Lia,” he grumbled, quickly stuffing a few raspberries in his mouth before she could stop him, “you spoil me.” He kisses her cheek.

She gives him a toothy, childlike grin.

She loved being appreciated and praised. It made her feel giddy. And, when she felt like that, she gave this adorable smile, which was one of the many things Spencer loved. Her two front teeth, and side canines displayed themself through her smiling lips.

“Should I do the omelette?” Spence offered as he set the table.

“I was thinking of no eggs today.” She answered, pouring pancake batter onto a second pan. When he gave her a questioning look- eggs being her favorite in the mornings- she just shrugged. “The smell has been setting my stomach off for a few days now.”

After he poured the duo Orange juice, the two quickly ate, cleaned, and rushed out the door. Both said their ‘I love you's’ and parted their separate ways.

Amelia, being a preschool teacher, had very simple hours. From 8am, until 2 in the afternoon. After that, she was home, and usually waiting for her husband's arrival.

Spencer didn't have such a predictable schedule. Sometimes he would come home around 5 in the afternoon. Other times, if he had paperwork he wanted to wrap up, he would stay late till nearly midnight. And, of course, if a case came up, he could be gone for days.

But, regardless, whatever his schedule may be for the day, he always, always, made sure Amelia was aware of it.

Today was no different. She got home from work at about half past two. She had a feeling in her stomach. One of much excitement. A part of her wanted to wait for Spencer to come home, but a bigger part wanted to find out before him. That way, she could surprise him if she was right. And, if she wasn't- well, at least, that way, he wouldn't be disappointed also.

She tossed her handbag onto the couch of her apartment, and made a beeline for the bathroom.

After a total of three minutes, she's on the bathroom floor, one hand over her mouth, her other hand holding tightly onto a plastic stick and her eyes flowing with tears.

Happy tears.

She couldn't believe her eyes. There it was. The pregnancy stick she had bought nearly four months ago, finally in her hands reading exactly what she was hoping for.

Two solid lines, screaming, that she was going to be a mother. She wanted to call Spence straight away. She wanted to scream it off the rooftops and to the world. She wanted to call her best friend, and her mother and sister-

But first, she obviously had to tell her husband. But, not like this. She couldn't say news like this over the phone. No, she had to surprise him.

So, that's exactly what she planned on doing. Very quickly, and very happily, she got to baking. And whisking, and piping. Soon enough, she had a dozen cupcakes baked and frosted.

Some pink with blue sprinkles, some blue with pink sprinkles. She had a few topped with candles which she planned to light right before Spence came home.

Which reminded her-

Amelia paused the music which was blasting from her cell phone, and dialed her significant other.

One ring, two ring , three r-

“Hello?” She heard his voice answer.

“Hey,” she smiled widely. “Still at work?”

He hummed, “Yeah, just about wrapped up. I should be home soon.”

Amelia's stomach was storming with butterflies and she was scared, thinking, somehow, that her husband would unveil her secret through the phone. “Hurry,” she bit her bottom lip, “I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh?” She heard his voice perk up, “Is this a family friendly surprise? Or, should I just come straight to the bedroom?” She could hear a smirk playing at his lips.

“Why don't you just hurry home, and you can see for yourself.” Amelia teased.

Amelia must've fallen asleep watching television, because, one moment, she's watching The Real Housewives reruns at 3 something, and the next, she's waking up feeling lost in sleep at almost midnight.

She feels discombobulated for a moment until she realizes she was waiting for her husband before her unplanned nap. Confused, she looks around her quiet, empty- very dark- apartment.

Sitting up on the coach, she grabs her phone and dials Spencer's phone, simultaneously turning on a nearby lamp.

He said he'd be home soon. She thought to herself. She swallowed hard, her sleep making her mouth dry.

No rings. Straight to voicemail.

Yawning, she goes to her contacts, and dials the next best number she can think of.

After two rings, she hears an all too familiar male voice. “Hey, Amelia.”

“Hey, Derek. Sorry for waking you.” She knew she didn't wake him. She could hear the television in the background.

“Nah, mama, it's cool. What, Boy Genius not letting you sleep?” He laughed. Amelia could hear Savannah asking Morgan who's phone call he was on so late at night.

“Um- actually, that's why I called. Boy Genius isn’t home yet.” Amelia stood from the spot she was in for the past few hours, “I spoke with him earlier, and he said he'd be home around 3-ish.” She fiddled with her fingers, and an uneasy feeling in her stomach.

She could feel the confusion on the other line as Morgan quickly made an excuse, “You know, he probably turned his phone off and didn't realize it. That man is basically a caveman when it comes to technology. You know that.” Amelia started pacing her living room floor, “Don't stress, I'll call him and figure out where he is.”

The worried wife bit her inner cheek, “Thanks, Derek. Again, sorry for bothering you and the missus.” She felt guilty.

“Nothing to apologize about, Kid. I'll figure out where Pretty Boy is, and when I do, I'll eat his ear off for you.” He snickered, making Amelia smile. “Get some sleep. He’ll be home soon.”

Amelia wasn't tight-knit with Spencer's team, but she were fairly close. They were his family after all. So, it felt natural having to call Derek Morgan when Spencer hadn't come home yet. He was basically Spence’s big brother.

Saying another round of ‘thank you’s and ‘sorry’s, Amelia hung up the phone. Turning to face her kitchen counters, she saw the cupcakes she had set out in wait for her husband. Pink and blue sweets littered the countertops.

She had an uneasy feeling stirring within her. Nothing like the one she had before taking the pregnancy test. No, that was excitement. This, what she was feeling now, was all dread. With every fiber within her, she felt a strong fear.

And rightfully so.

Spencer was on the nose when he said he was ‘just about wrapped up’. After the call with his wife, he was more excited than usual to get home.

Spence and Amelia had what an outsider would call, puppy love. They were young, and openly affectionate. They were in what seemed to be a never-ending honeymoon phase.

Being together for 5 years, three of those as married, Spencer still looked at Amelia as if she was the reason the sun shone every morning, and she was the one who put the stars in the sky.

This was no ‘puppy love’. This was an ‘old couple sitting on a porch watching the sunset love’.

Spencer quickly packed his satchel, and because he was the last to leave the office, shut off all the lights. Taking the elevator down and quickly jogging to his parked car, he throws his bag in the passenger seat, and just as he's about to get in himself, he hears a voice call for him.

“Um- excuse me?” The curly headed brunette looks up, over his shoulder. He sees a hunched over chubby man, standing at the entrance of the parking lot. The two men lock eyes, and the stranger shows Spence a paper map from the distance. “I was a little lost, and was hoping I could just get some directions.”

The FBI agent licked his lips, and stepped a few feet away from his vehicle. “Where did you need to go?”

The chubby man made a smile which was crooked, “Question seems to be where I am now.” He laughed.

Spencer walked closer to the man who opened up the map. “Well, you're here,” he pointed at a cross section between two streets.

“And, now, where would that leave the Fish Market on Drewry Street?” He asked Spencer.

“Well, on Drewry Street, for starters.” Spence gave half a laugh, locating the street on the map.

As he pointed with his index finger, he looked up and saw the man staring intently at him. A smile took place on his lips, and before Spencer could react, or ask any questions, he felt a blunt force hit the back of his head.

Stumbling back with a grunt, the tall helpful man grabbed the back of his head, feeling warm, what he assumed was blood. “What the- agh! Mmpph!” A hand covered the agent's mouth.

In lighting speed, a windowless van pulls up beside the men. The man behind Spencer pushes him into the back of the new vehicle. The once hunched, and seemingly harmless stranger, now stood taller than Spencer. He shut the door of the van, leaving a half conscious, fully confused Spencer lying in the back. He jumped into the passenger seat of the van, and the car sped off with a screech.

Leaving behind only a skid mark on the road, and Spencer's satchel in the car, the van was long gone before any bystanders could take notice.

#spencer reid #spenced reid imagine #spencer fluff #spencer reid angst #off the deep end #og story

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #294

“maybe it’s not too late to learn how to love and forget how to hate”

Is your bed big enough for two people? Yes. What is your favorite board game? I like Battleship. Have you ever been hospitalized for more than 2 weeks? I think one stay at the psych hospital stretched over two weeks, maybe three. I don't remember. When was the last time you heard someone scream? Irl, probably at some point visiting my sister's family and my baby niece was upset. If you include via audio, a couple days ago when watching Egoraptor's Kingdom Hearts 2 stream. He's a Loud Boy. Who was the last person to call you baby? I have no clue. Why did you last go to the airport? I was going home from Sara's. Have you ever showered with another person? Not since I was a little kid with my sister. Is there something you are keeping a secret from your parents? I mean, nothing major. There are small things I don't tell them, though. Are you able to forget people easily? FUCK to the NO. What disgusts you about bathrooms? Sharing a toilet with literally anybody. Have you ever had gum stuck in your hair? I mean maybe at some point, but I don't think so. What was the shortest amount of time you’ve known someone before you’ve dated them? If you’ve never been in a relationship before, do you watch Scrubs? I knew Jason maybe two/three weeks before he asked me out. We clicked so damn fast. Don’t you hate it when people talk about their relationships constantly? It can become a bit much. I have (had?) a friend who did this profusely to the point it was pretty impossible to have an actual conversation, and then she fell off the face of the planet. Being in love is an absolutely amazing thing, but like... that's not all you can talk about. Do you enjoy old movies? Yeah, there are some great ones. Do your neighbors annoy you in any way? Someone a few houses down has a dog that NEVER shuts the fuck up. I don't know how it doesn't lose its voice. What was the last party you were invited to? A Halloween party hosted by my friend Summer a few years ago. It was a good time. Are you honestly happy with your life right now? N O P E Do you find it fun to pray for people? I don't pray, but even if I did, "fun" seems like the wrong word. Generally when you pray for someone, there's something negative going on in their life, so like... I think "fulfilling" is maybe a better word? Has your mom ever crocheted you a blanket? My mom has deadass been working on a massive blanket since she was in her 20s (maybe even a tad younger), and she's at the tail end of her 50s. She works on it less than once in a blue moon. She started with the intention of passing it onto her kids. Do you regret letting a certain guy slip away? Debatable. It's questionable if I ever would have gotten competent help without Jason leaving, and if I didn't, what if he finally had enough when we were already married with kids (that's what I wanted at the time, anyway)? That would have broken me even worse. What show did you want to be on as a kid? Whatever the Nickelodeon one was where you got slimed lol. Do you have regrets? Of course I do. Does anyone really know you? My mom and Sara, at least. What song do you want played at your wedding? It depends on my partner and songs we consider special. Are you a fan of Taylor Swift? No. I do, however, love me some "Love Story." And you are LYYYYYYINNNNNGGGG if "Picture To Burn" doesn't make you feel like a Bad Bitch. Would you ever dye your hair unicorn colors? I would DIIIIIEEEEE to do that in pastel tints. I wish my damn hair took color well... I have literally only had ONE very effective hair dyeing experience, when my friend spent hours turning it red. It stuck for MONTHS. List 3 of your pet peeves. 1.) Turning tragedy into a competition; 2.) making mental illnesses "trendy;" and 3.) elitists of pretty much anything. Do you type fast? Very. What do you like to put on your pancakes? Typically just maple syrup, but I'll put butter on them if given it at a restaurant. Have you ever accidentally drank spoiled milk? I've taken a sip and immediately realized and spat it out. Have you ever had your heart broken? More like shattered into incalcuable pieces. When you were 3, was your natural hair color the same as it is now? No, I was dirty blonde. Have you ever received a scary message from someone online? Yes, I'm pretty sure. What does your first name rhyme with? "Infamy" is close enough, ig, if we're excluding other names. Do you have freckles on your face? No. I did as a kid, though. Who is your favorite Lisa Frank character? Probably the angel kitty (I had a coloring book, even), but they're all SO pretty. I love Lisa Frank stuff. Does your family always have your back? My mom and dad do, at least. My older sister does, meanwhile it's hard to tell with my little sister. She's not very affectionate and expressive of love to the point I question a lot if she even likes me. What type of wedding do you want to have? Gothic! Are you more of a leader or a follower? A follower, within reason. I'm definitely not a blind one. Do you know anyone with a profession in law? Quite a few, actually. Have you ever Googled yourself? Yeah, at some point. Do you have a regular vacation spot, or do you always go somewhere new? We don't really go on vacations. It's not an expense Mom can really afford. Where were you working 10 years ago? Nowhere. ... 5 years ago? Still nowhere. ... 1 year ago? Nowhere. What's the shortest amount of time you've had between relationships? Like a day. I know it sounds bad, but I left Girt already knowing I loved Sara, and I didn't really have anything to heal from. As a child, what comfort foods did your parents make for you when you were sick with a cold or flu? We'd have Saltines, chicken noodle soup (which I never really liked), and ginger ale. What's your favorite art style? Probably hyperrealistic fantasy stuff. What time period is considered to be your country's 'golden age?' I don't know, I'm not a history buff. Have you ever done LSD? I've never done any drugs. Are any of your coworkers currently out on maternity/paternity leave? N/A What is your favorite parody movie? Maybe the Paranormal Activity one. I barely remember it, though. What kind of first impression do you hope others have of you? That I'm kind and friendly and really care about their feelings. Do you have a good sense of balance? NOOOOOOOOOO. I stray like a motherfucker when I walk. Have for many years. It's weird. What is your least favorite ice cream flavor? Strawberry, ugh. Does your car have heated seats? No. What's something that has been in your local news lately? I don't watch it. What's your favorite internet meme? Oh, I have no clue, I love memes lmao. What is the strangest pizza topping you've ever eaten? Nothing, really. I'm not very adventurous with pizza. Can you name any books or movies where all the main characters die? Not off the top of my head. Do you live alone? No, I live with my mother. What’s the grossest thing you’ve encountered in/at a fast food joint? *shrug* Do you swallow chewing gum? No. Do you ever get goosebumps while listening to songs? EXTREMELY easily. Like that is so, so regular, be it from the lyrics, the singer's voice, or just the music. Are there any amusement park rides you refuse to go on? Why? Most, really. I get dizzy way, way too easily and don't want to faint. What is the best roller coaster you’ve ever been on? I'm afraid of roller coasters, so I can't answer this. Never touched one. Don’t you think black jellybeans are icky? Ugh, YES. What was the last thing you measured with a ruler? I helped Mom use the long, flexible kind to measure the couch because she was gonna move some furniture around. What’s the most beautiful place you’ve ever seen? Oh, I'm sure the mountains when driving to Tennessee. I was too young to remember it well, but I can never forget that I marveled over them. Would you rather have a Playstation or Xbox made console? I'm a Playstation gal. What if you were watching COPS and saw your significant other on there? I'm... not gonna lie, if it was Jason for doing something stupid and not, like, murderous, I'd probably cackle. Have you ever tried to write to any celebrities? No. When was the last time you blew bubbles? I ain't got a clue. Have you ever stumbled across a beehive? More like wasp nests. What food(s) make you cringe? Quite a lot, given my extreme selectiveness with textures. More than anything, probably egg yolk. Have you ever played an automated 20 Questions game and beat it? Ha, I actually had one of those! I have, but damn was that hard. Have you been to a restaurant where they cook the food in front of you? Yup, Ichiban. Pretty cool. Do you feel that presidential campaigns make people too competitive? I mean, no. People care about who is going to be the head of their country. Do you find Family Guy hilarious or offensive? Neither. Do you still write letters to people, even though there’s e-mail now? No. Have you ever had an accident involving a microwave? Ha, I'm a travesty of a cook, so yeah. I remember on one occasion I accidentally dialed in many minutes for popcorn and entirely forgot about it. Safe to say I didn't eat it. I've split hot dogs in there, and I'm certain there's more. Do you like the movie Forrest Gump? I adore that movie. One of the best films ever imo. Can you handle heat well? I honestly doubt you'll meet someone who handles it worse than me, especially physically. I have severe hyperhidrosis, so I will literally sweat like a pig in 70* weather. I absolutely cannot handle it. Do you smoke weed? What are your opinions on its legalization? No. Legalize it for at least medicinal purposes. Have you ever had a school shooting at your school? HA, I can promise you my high school must have at some point. Are you usually the first to do something, or are you more of a follower? I don't pay attention to this. What is your favorite way to eat a potato? Fries, yum. Are roses your favorite flower? No, but they're high on the list. Have you ever been to a horse race? No. I think they're abusive anyway. Do you like lobster? No. Have you ever swam in a lake? Yeah. There's one lake I swam in that was so clear you could see pretty far and just watch the fish and turtles. Have you ever convinced someone to show you their private parts? "Convinced"????? That's fucking coercion. I've seen people naked, but not by fucking pressure. What is the greatest treasure you have ever found? My older sister found a cracked amethyst geode once. Idk where it's at now, but I hope she (or we at the house, depending on where it is) finds it at some point, though. My niece has come to love smooth rocks and pebbles, and I think crystals would blow her away, never mind one that size. Do you eat beef? Regrettably. Are you good at card games? I mean, what's the game? I'm not exceptional at any I can think of. What is your favorite musical? I don't like musicals. Did you ever play the Oregon Trail game? Omg yes!!! I LOVED playing it as a kid, especially the 3rd one, I think? Do you watch It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia? No. Who is your favorite country singer? I actually do enjoy Tim McGraw pretty consistently, but I don't actually seek out his music. Do you know anyone who is Mormon? An old best friend was. Do you like grunge? Yeah. What’s your favorite kind of cheese? American. What’s the most historic thing that has happened in your lifetime? Most likely Covid. What’s your funniest story involving a car? It's not hilarious, but once we were behind someone whose license plate said "omw" lmao. What scientific discovery would change the course of humanity overnight if it was discovered? Well, a proven Covid vaccine. Do you think that humans will ever be able to live together in harmony? Nope. What’s the scariest non-horror movie? Idk. What’s the most amazing true story you’ve heard? I'm not sure. What’s the most awkward thing that happens to you on a regular basis? Having to explain my Mark tribute tattoo lmao. What was one of the most interesting concerts you’ve been to? I've only ever seen Alice Cooper, and while it was great, "interesting" seems like the wrong word. Where are you not welcome anymore? Probably Jason's house, at least not by him. Or Colleen's, probably. Idk how she feels about me by now. What’s the most recent show you’ve binge watched? Avatar: The Last Airbender w/ Sara. What’s a common experience for many people that you’ve never experienced? Paying bills. What’s the smartest thing you’ve seen an animal do? I kid you not, our first cat would look both ways twice before crossing the street across our house. (Please do not allow your cats outside.) She'd do it even more when bringing her kittens there too to hunt. Chance was truly incredible. I could really give a lot of examples of her intelligence. I also had another childhood cat (my favorite before Roman) who would respond to a certain clap pattern I'd do if Mom let me bring him inside. Wherever Charcoal was wandering, he'd come running. What’s the dumbest thing someone has argued with you about? Oh, I'm sure it was RP-related stuff as a kid. What’s the longest rabbit hole you’ve been down? I'unno. What’s the saddest scene in a movie or TV series? Possible spoiler warning for a super old movie??? Probably when the main character of Old Yeller had to put the dog down because of rabies. But I cry like a bitch easily, so maybe there's something that tears me up even more or just as badly. What odd smell do you really enjoy? None that are "odd," really. What’s the coolest animal you’ve seen in the wild? I've seen a mink once when fishing with Dad deep in the woods. What’s the best lesson you’ve learned from a work of fiction? Oh, I don't know. I'd have to think for a while & I don't feel like it. What food do you crave most often? Probably ice cream. Who in your life has the best/worst luck? I don't know about best, but my mom absolutely has the worst luck. Which apocalyptic dystopia do you think is most likely? A meteor, maybe? If you had a HUD that showed three stats about any person you looked at, what three stats would you want it to show? I'd want to know if they were criminals or just dangerous. What’s the funniest thing you’ve seen a kid do? Oh, my niece is so funny. One of the things that gave me the biggest laugh (and was most adorable) was this time I was taking family pictures for Ash at a local lake, and Aubree went running into the gazebo, span around totally like in a princess movie, and exclaimed, "It's enormous!" She is such a darling. If people could read your mind, what would they usually find? Just how bored I am, memories of Jason bc trauma, lamenting my disappointment in myself, "why is Mark so perfect," worrying about Sara, thinking of RP character developments... What celebrity would you like to meet? Mark. 100%. I would die to just thank him (if I could get words out, oof) and hug him and try not to soak his shirt in tears lmao. Do you need money to be happy? Don't bullshit me, you wouldn't be happy homeless because you can't afford a home. So to a degree, yes. What's a good idea you've had recently? Hm. What gift would you like to receive? At this current moment, Cloak's (Mark and Jacksepticeye's clothing brand) limited edition "life after death" design for a shirt. It is so fucking pretty, and I love the nature focus. What are you most excited about right now? Honestly? Getting my laptop back. I wanna play WoW lmao. What's your favorite song from a movie? Maybe uhhhhhh was "Supermassive Black Hole" actually written for Twilight? Where would you like to volunteer? I very, very badly want to volunteer to take pictures of animals up for adoption in shelters for like their social medias and stuff. I've asked like the two local places, but no bites yet. What's the last song you listened to? Metallica's cover of "Turn The Page." What's the last YouTube video you watched? I'm watching Gab Smolders play SOMA. Fantastic game.

#survey #surveys #questions #questionnaire #lyrics: ''crazy train'' by ozzy osbourne

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live-laugh-love-island · 5 years

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outside the villa // bobby x mc

a/n: i know there’s a few bobby fics out there but there’s not enough, so imma fix that. also i attempted to use english slang but probably failed because i’m american lmao.

Requests: OPEN

Word Count: 1690

Beep! Beep! Beep!

You groan as you reach over and attempt to turn off your alarm, after aimlessly tapping your phone for a bit you managed to shut it off or snooze it at the very least. Sitting up, you groggily rub your eyes and stretch. As you get yourself ready for the day, you can’t get over how quiet it is in your one-bedroom apartment well with the exception of your dogs snoring. Even though it’s been almost since two months since the ending of Love Island, you can’t seem to shake the old habits. Like, your bed always seems cold despite the dozens of blankets you have. You assume that’s because you’re so use to having someone sleeping next to you. You’re use to the commotion of having everyone scrambling in the morning to get ready. Hell, you’re even use to wearing nothing but bikini for most of the day. Not that you did that cause it’s autumn and you would rather not get hypothermia.

While brushing your teeth you can’t help the overwhelming feeling of loneliness washing over you. Despite having a somewhat friendly demeanor, you have few friends that were busy most of the time. Your family lived quite a ways from you, so you didn’t see them often. And all your buddies from Love Island were scattered so you only met up with them every once in a while. You missed them, you missed the villa and as drama-filled as it was; you missed the show. It was fun while it lasted but you knew it had to end eventually before everyone started tearing everyone apart. You sigh and move on to your hair, you didn’t expect to be so down in the morning. ‘A pick-me-up would be nice’ You thought. As if on cue; your phone chimed and an alert of a new text aluminates your screen.

bobby - heyyyyy Darling, can you buzz me in? it’s freezing and i forgot my gloves D:

Then there was him. Bobby. The man that made your life a thousand times brighter. He lived like a good hour away from you and yet always seemed to visit you at least three times a week. “Now that’s true love!” He always said. Although you guys have never verbally said the L-word to each other, despite officially dating for about three months now, you both knew the feeling was there. It was just a matter of who said it first. You smiled softly, and quickly typed a reply;

mc - Of course babe, give me a minute

Fixing your hair into a quick and easy style, you put on your robe and walked into your living room. You pressed the button that opened the entrance of your building, “Come on up” You said into the intercom, before tidying up your apartment a bit. Bobby has been to your apartment several times throughout your relationship and vise versa but you weren’t sure if he was ready to see the messy side of you just yet. Suddenly a loud rhythmic knock on your door was heard throughout your apartment, waking your dogs up in the process.

Your French Bulldog and Yorkshire Terrier, Scout and Ozzy, started barking as well as running to the door and barking at it frantically. As you walked to the door, you hear a quiet “Oops” from the other side of the door. You playfully roll your eyes and looked through the peephole. There he was, the man that exceeded your standards and supported you unconditionally. “Who is it?” You asked, in a sing-song voice. “Bobby, your knight in shining armor. I’ve traveled through treacherous weather just to reach you, my dear” He replies in an overdramatic voice. You chuckled as you thought of a response, “Oh, how very noble of you Knight Bobby but what have you to offer me so I can grant you access into my fortress?” You ask, as you watch your dogs give up on barking at the door and make their way to their toys.

“I bring groceries, in hopes to make you a warm breakfast on this cold morning your highness” Bobby says. You could almost see the giant smile on his face. He loved when you played along with his antics, you guys tended to do this every time one of you visited the other. Although some might find it childish and silly, you found it fun and entertaining. There was really never a dull moment with Bobby.

“Hm? I don’t know, do you have anything else to offer me?” You ask, leaning against the door. “Well let’s see; I have breakfast, cocoa for hot chocolate, if you fancy a cuppa I have the tea bags for that and if you want coffee I have the beans. As you can see, I’m very prepared princess. Oh and I also have cuddles, so there’s that too” He responded.

Your heart swelled, you have never been treated so well by a guy before. Bobby seems to make you fall for him more and more with each passing day. You open the door with a huge grin on your face, “Cuddles you say?”. Bobby hums and smiles at you. He’s wearing a semi-heavy winter coat with no gloves, and his hands are full with grocery bags which are also causing his hands to be red because of the frigid weather.

You take some of the bags from his hands, ignoring his noises of protest. “You are the best. Did you know that?” You comment, giving him a light peck on the lips before heading into the kitchen. You hear him come inside and close the door behind him, once again Scout and Ozzy come running and start barking at his feet. Bobby puts the remaining bags on the floor and bends down to pet them. “Hey kiddos, did you miss Papa?” He asked rhetorically, as he pet both dogs. Scout tried to jump on his legs but continuously failed, while Ozzy licked his hand.

Bobby loved referring to your dogs as his kids, he liked to call it “practice for the future”. Which you assumed he meant, practice for kids and the thought just made butterflies flutter in your stomach. Kids with Bobby, what a dream. “I’m starting to think you only come here for my dogs” You accused playfully.

He stopped playing with the dogs and glanced at you, then back at the dogs. He cupped Scout’s squishy cheeks and whispered, “Oh no, I’ve been caught”. You laugh and turn back to unpack the rest of the groceries. Bobby stands back up, much to Scout and Ozzy’s dismay, grabbed the remaining groceries and placed them on the counter. He then took off his shoes and coat, placing them by the door and coat rack.

Bobby hummed as he walked back towards you and snaked his hands around your torso and placed his head on your shoulder from behind. You smiled slightly and kissed his cheek, “Morning” You chirped, still unpacking the food. He mumbled a reply, peppering kisses on your neck softly. Somehow he managed to slip his hands into your robe, placing his cold hands on your warm stomach.

You jumped away startled, “Bobby! Your hands are freezing” You exclaim, tying your robe tighter, in an attempt to regain the heat you’ve lost. He laughs, the sound bouncing off the walls and brightening up the atmosphere. “Sorry Darling, I couldn’t resist” He says, closing his eyes and puckering his lips to get a kiss. You huff with fake animosity, walking past him. Bobby turns to look at you, a fake pout adorning his face, “Hey, I said sorry” He says, grabbing your wrist and pulling you close to him.

You blush slightly as your body is pressed against him. You look into his eyes and sigh, “Ugh, I cant even stay fake mad at you”. Bobby grins and kisses your forehead, “Good to know” He replies before kissing your lips softly. Automatically you melt into the kiss and wrap your arms around his neck. His hands make their way to your waist and pull you impossibly closer to him.

As you two break the kiss, you look at him with a semi-dazed expression. He never fails to make your head spin when he kisses you. Bobby makes his way to your neck, his lips hovering over your skin. You can feel him warm breath on you as he moves towards your ear and whispers, “Jump”. It takes a second to process what he said but as soon as it clicks you follow his request. As soon as you jump, Bobby grabs your thighs and hoists you up so your resting above his waist. To be completely frank, you were shocked. You always tended to be the more dominant figure when it came to these things but now Bobby was taking the wheel… and you liked it.

He made his way over to a vacant counter and set you down on it. The brunette pushed your legs apart and settled himself in between them. Bobby then cupped your cheeks in his hands and kissed you again. Your hands found their way to his hair and started messing with it. You felt yourself getting anxious as you pulled him closer to you in order to deepen the kiss. He smirked in the kiss, pulled away and chuckled, “Eager?” He asked, wearing that stupidly adorable shit eating grin. You sheepishly nodded, looking at him your hands still in his hair.

“That’s weird, I could’ve swore Lucas said you weren’t into kitchen bits” He stated, making a fake confused face. You look at him with an unimpressive look, “I wasn’t into it because I didn’t want to do it with him, dummy” You pout, flicking his forehead. Bobby laughed again and you laughed with him because his happiness was just that infectious. “Okay okay Darling, I got it. So… kitchen bits?” He asked, his hands slowly taking your robe off your shoulders. You kiss him deeply before pulling away, smirking at his dazed and blushing face.

“Kitchen bits.”

a/n: that was my first love island fanfic, i’m lowkey proud. sorry if the formatting is weird this is my first time writing on tumblr. likes, comments and requests are appreciated !!

#love island the game bobby #love island #love island the game #bobby x mc #fusebox #bobby love island #fluff #fanfic #we’re all technically mc #mywriting #lovely-bobby-boo

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onthepyre · 4 years

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willow

okokok this is long as FUCK but i finally wrote more about my original characters, willow and andie, who i first came up with long, long ago in a post called roadtrip (which is a bit out-of-whack with the new timeline). this one mostly surrounds willow. there will be more of them!!!

November 28, 2001

The operating room was nearly silent, save for heavy breathing from the woman on the table and pacing from the man across the room. He walked closer to the gaggle of doctors and nurses around the woman’s midsection, only to catch a glimpse of something he clearly didn’t want to see and walk away. The woman stretched out her hand.

“Dave,” she called. His head shot up and he ran to her.

“I’m here, Kim. It’s okay.” He grasped her frail hand in his. They sat for a bit, caught in a moment they’d remember for years.

The doctor lifted a screaming mass from Kim’s abdomen. “It’s a girl.”

The couple smiled at each other. The doctor placed the baby in her mother’s arms.

“She’s so tall,” Dave exclaimed. “Like a tree!”

“Be nice to your baby,” Kim scolded. “She’s just… willowy.”

“A little willow tree.”

“Willow.”

“I like it.”

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April 17, 2007

Her parents thought they were being discreet, but she knew. She was young, but she noticed. She saw that they weren’t sleeping in the same bed anymore; she assumed it was because she was taking up too much space, but there were definitely monsters under her bed, so she had to sleep somewhere else. She noticed they didn’t kiss each other goodnight anymore, but decided they were just tired. She heard their whispered arguments. She didn’t have an explanation for that one.

She didn’t connect the dots until they sat her down on her monster-infested bed and softly explained that Mommy and Daddy didn’t love each other anymore. She could barely wrap her little mind around it. She could understand puzzles and adding and other very hard things, but mommies and daddies were supposed to love each other. That was a fact.

“Things are going to be different, honey,” her Daddy said. “Mommy and me will live in different houses now, but you’ll still get to see both of us.”

She stopped for a moment, then threw herself down onto her pillows and cried.

“But you can’t!” she wailed.

They glanced at each other. There was no way they couldn’t.

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October 14, 2009

The teacher stood at the front of the buzzing classroom. At her side was a girl with a pink backpack, a frilly dress, and a look of complete terror. The teacher asked the class to be quiet.

“We have a new student today, boys and girls!” She announced. “This is Andromeda.”

“You can call me Andie,” the girl whispered. The teacher nodded.

“Andie, then.” There were shouts from the class. One girl, the girl who was tall as a tree, was the loudest.

“That’s a boy’s name!” She jeered. “You’re a girl!”

“Willow,” the teacher said, “if you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all.”

“Anything at all!” Willow shouted.

“Willow! I’m moving your car to yellow!”

“Wait, don’t! I’m sorry, Andie. I’ll be nice, Ms. Davis, I promise.”

But the damage was done.

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May 29, 2013

She took a shaky breath in. This was going to be hard and she knew it. She was used to thinking about her words, but she wasn’t used to meaning them, especially when it came to Andie. She hadn’t been openly mean since 3rd grade, but she still ignored any friendly advances. But there was Andie, oblivious to the regret in the other girl’s heart, and there she was, doing nothing to rebuild the burned bridges. She thought for just a second more, then caught the sad look in Andie’s eyes as she stared at the other kids, playing with their friends. This had to be done.

Andie glanced over the second she started moving. “What do you want, Willow?”

Willow paused, sarcastic remarks swirling in the back of her mind. Instead she said, “I’m sorry.”

They stared at each other. Willow could almost see the gears turning in Andie’s head, so she continued. “I know I was mean to you, but I don’t want to be mean anymore. We don’t have to be friends, but I don’t want you to hate me anymore.”

Andie considered for a second. “Okay,” she said.

“‘Okay’? That’s all?”

“Yep.”

“Okay.”

———

December 9, 2014

She was lonely from the moment sixth grade started. Some of her friends had moved schools, some had different classes, some had just stopped talking to her all together. There were acquaintances and sort-of-friends, but nobody she really trusted. Nobody who really cared.

And then, halfway through seventh grade, as she sat on the cold ground at recess, Andie sat down next to her. Without so much as a glance in her direction, Andie announced, “My dad died two days ago.”

She didn’t respond. She didn’t know how.

But Andie didn’t seem to notice. “There was a wreck. He hit a patch of black ice and spun into a tree.” Andie looked over at her. “Your parents are divorced, right?” She nodded. “Willow, is it bad that I’m okay?”

“What do you mean?” Willow asked.

“It doesn’t hurt. I’m sad, but I’m not grieving. Maybe I will later, maybe I won’t. But right now, I’m fine.”

“I don’t remember anything before I turned six,” Willow said. “That was when my mom got full custody. I don’t remember my dad. I’ve never missed him.”

Those few sentences should not have made Andie trust her. They should not have been the foundation of a friendship. But they did and they were.

———

February 26, 2017

Her hands shook as she opened her messages. She knew she’d be fine, that Andie wouldn’t be upset, but she couldn’t help being scared. She closed her eyes, then started typing.

idk how to preface this but uh??? i think im bisexual

She placed her phone on the table in front of her. She tapped her toe. She glanced at the clock. Her phone buzzed — a message back.

oh shit same

Then another message, seconds later, from Andie again.

was this not the time? sorry lmao

Her response was quick.

hey andie

hey willow

thanks

———

March 3, 2018

She barely noticed the signs at first. She paid little attention to the way her heart fluttered when she got a text from Andie. She ignored the butterflies when Andie walked the room. She hardly noticed how she got distracted by the way Andie said her name.

What finally got it through her thick skull was the time Andie grabbed her hand to show her something and she was so focused on her hand that she forgot to pay attention to what was being said. It was obvious: she had a crush on Andie.

She spiralled fast. Butterflies became daydreams became fantasies. She went from occasional glances during classes to staring within weeks. And Andie noticed.

“Earth to Willow?” Andie waved her hand in front of Willow’s blank face. “What do you think of this meme?”

Startled out of her imagination, she blinked heavily. “That’s funny,” she said, barely smiling.

“Are you okay?” Andie asked. “You’ve been really spacey lately.”

“Yeah.” Willow ducked her head, trying to hide the blush she could feel creeping over her face. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

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The Walking Dead Series Rewrite - Backstory

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 1168

Warnings: I don’t think there are any, but if you see something that should be a warning don’t hesitate to message me and tell me! I would also like to add that I’m in no way, shape or form a writer, so I’m sorry in advanced lmao.

Summary: This is the backstory about you, Y/N L/N, and how your life has been since you were a child, but with a lot of time skips in between, lmao.

Author’s Note: I wanted to create a backstory for this series because I wanted to already show the reader’s life before the apocalypse and how you knew Rick and some others before hand. Also, if you want to be tagged for this series or my other fics, tell me and I’ll add you! Let me know what you think about this and if you want to request something just send an ask!

Growing up wasn’t the best experience for you especially not knowing whether your stay was going to be permanent or you’ll just be dumped on someone else. Your parents were killed in a car accident by a drunk driver causing you to be abandoned in the world when you were just five and foster care was the only option for you considering you had no other family members residing in the US.

Foster care took a toll on you because you saw all other the kids yelling for mom and dad while you were stuck calling the people who took care of you Bob and Carly or Eddie and Martha. You always felt like the outcast and kept to yourself most of the time not socializing with any of your temporary “family,” knowing you’d be forced to leave eventually. Being anti-social wasn’t your forte, you were usually an outgoing and friendly child, but you weren’t about to make friends when you knew you’d move to the next home anyways.

After about five years of bouncing to one home to the next, the system found that you had an aunt who just moved from Italy to Virginia. Her not being the in America prevented you from potentially having a place to call home and once she learned about you she didn’t object to the idea of you staying with them.

Jolene and Chris, your aunt and uncle, were very welcoming. They gave you a room that you could decorate to your heart’s desire, something you never got to do. Jolene taught you how to make home cooked meals and the basic household chores where as Chris showed you how to hunt and operate weapons varying from guns to your own fists. “No one can fight your battles for you, only you can,” he would always remind you.

Not long after staying with your relatives, they adopted you and you finally had a place to call home. You were not the anti-social orphan that everyone defined you to be. Feeling the sense of security and stability cracked open your shell and you finally were able to be yourself. You weren’t lost anymore, you found yourself underneath all that pain of feeling lonely, unloved, unwanted, and judged for being someone you never wanted to portray yourself to be.

When your sixteenth birthday rolled around, you didn’t receive a car like everyone else, instead you got a machete that your uncle had made himself. You were in total awe of your shiny new blade and you’d rather have that than a car any day if you were being honest. He already familiarized you on how to utilize a machete along with every other weapon he could ponder, so he took you on a camping trip for the weekend to put your new gift to use.

Later on, your uncle had gotten a job offer in King County, Georgia before your senior year, so one day you and your aunt were going through the attic when you stumbled upon a box filled to the brim with photo albums dating back to god knows when.

You carefully picked up one of the dusty photo albums afraid it would crumble at any given moment and sat with your legs crossed against one of the already packed boxes. Your fingers gracefully traced over the worn photos and delicately flipped over to the next page.

A smile tugged at your lips when you saw your aunt and uncle shoving pieces of their chocolate wedding cake in each other faces. You were about to flip to the next page when a certain photo caught your eye … a picture of your aunt and uncle with a familiar couple. They were all laughing at a dinner table decorated with wine glasses and you curiously frowned because you swore you’d seen them before.

Your thoughts were broken when your aunt came with a smile plastered on her face and started to make her way over. “Ahh, I see you found my photo albums. I was beginning to wonder if they were in my closet downstairs or up here collecting dust,” she joked.

She plopped down beside you with her legs stretched out infront of her and noticed your gaze fell back on the mysterious photo. “Those are your parents, Y/N.” You whipped your head and stared at your aunt seeing her smile sadly, she then went in the box full of photo albums behind her and gathered an album that had, “In Memory of Y/P/N,” written at the top and there were numerous photos of your parents within it.

Both of you spent hours going through memories and listened to her talk about your parents. You both laughed and cried, and you were reminded that they cherished and loved you and they would be so proud of you. You smiled at the thought of them watching over you.

Once you settled into your new home in Georgia, you started the first day of your new school being the new kid, but that was nothing new to you. You weren’t looking to making friends since it was your last year of high school and you would just go your separate ways once you graduated, but you ended up surprising yourself. Three months after school started, you developed a bond between Rick Grimes and Shane Walsh.

You and Rick were attached to each other’s hip doing almost everything together which earned teasing from Shane and students you didn’t even know existed. They would go on and rant on how you two should just make out and date already, but you and Rick would always look at each other and snicker. The relationship was always platonic and forever will be, so the comments never bothered either one of you. Shane and you weren’t as close as you and Rick, but he was the one who would casually flirt with you and you didn’t mind.

After you graduated high school, you decided you wanted to get away from King County even if it meant leaving everyone you cared for. You served four years in the United States Marine Corps before purchasing a home back in King County, Georgia because afterall, it was the place you thought of when you heard the word, home.

A career in law enforcement was always your dream, so when the King County Sheriff’s Department recruited you, you were beyond stoked. You were happily shocked to learn that Rick and Shane still resided in King County and were employed at the department like you.

Rick was married to Lori, a woman you soon became close with, and had a son named Carl, who admired you. Shane was still the player that he was and it didn’t surprise you one bit, you knew it would be hard for him to find someone, but you couldn’t contain the laughter that spilled out of you when he complained about something stupid a girl did. It was like you never left.

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl x reader #darylxreader #daryl #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl x y/n #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x reader insert #series rewrite #daryl dixon series rewrite #backstory #twd fanfiction #the walking dead fanfiction #twd #the walking dead #amc the walking dead #f.

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Jane Eyre - 1996 - 2/5

what even is acting. what even is a script.

wasn't gonna do this one but fuck it's aunt petunia and rogue. here we go.

lots of credits fairo. more credits. damn fukin eh - i hear you're a wicked child! lol hi. now we're talking about hell and where bad people go. 'keep well and not die' ahaha m8. fkn reed putting seed in that she's a liar. teach her at her prospects, don't let her come back, she's a lying little shit take her away from here. he's appropriately scary oh shit she's saying this in front of the priest. damn tear that lady a new one. unruly, obstinate, wicked, deceitful, man these people hate kids who act out. walks in and damn she's on teh stool already - IS THAT THE LADY FROM PERSUASION. damn she just got here and he's telling everyone to not trust her, she doesn't get to eat and has to stand - she's just done hours of travelling fuckin assholes. IT IS THE LADY FROM PERSUASION. shes got dark hair and dark eyes and shes like glaring at everyone like shes onna kill him in their sleep. lol enjoy helen while she's alive. eatin bread and cheese in bed like she's not gonna get crumbs. omg telling these kids how to stand properly what why this lady hate her she's gonna cane her for not washing her hands. bish doesn't even flinch go helen. 'cleanliness is next to godliness' alright crazy. this school is a lot more chill than most of the others - they're laughing and doing what they want as well as learning and playing games. making jane out to be a pro artist. oh no ol mate saw her with her hair out. no dont cut it. 'vanity?' shes out here with naturally long, red and curly hair and he's out here calling her vain? because he recognises it as lovely she must be vain about it? what a fkn dickhole get off your high horse sexist moron pig anus head. what. he's saying her naturally iwgh what i don't even understand his shit - it isn't offending him thats the issue its her naturally occuring sin and vanity (because her hair exists?) that is the issue?? what. lol go Jane. NO. oh fuck go Jane go. this guyyyy. don't do it Jane. chin held high she only does it when Helen nods at her to. DAAAAAAAAMN. took of her own bonnet. if Helen's hair goes so does Janes. they stood together looked at each other and flipped their heads over for him to go snip snip, bish looked shock and actually stepped back in horror. What a bae. Helen's fkn dying send help. fuck this lady should not be working with children considering how much she hates children. o shit where's helen. her beds all rolled up. can hear her hacking away in the distance. yikes that sounds bad. jane be creepin. oh fuck she's a terrible actress even as a kid. who honestly thinks its a good idea to hire her. she lying in her dying friend's bed and she's breathing all over her. isn't anna paquin australian? no? ah new zealand fairo. oh fuck Helen's daed. she's trying to squeeze out tears ahah oh no. she can't manage it. anna go back to new zealand you suck at acting who hired you ever. Riparoonies helen. that was actually the greatest jane and helen moment i've seen tbh. oh damn cool transition as she walked from helen's grave - she went from kid to adult. whats this part down the midde all of them got. Miss Temple fam, persuasion lady, fantastic lady, crying as Jane leaves like her mumma. this jane is long-flat-faced with a long protruding jaw, and very tall and skinny. thornfield looks like its already burned down ahaha. straight up castle here. she's got her drawing stuff as well as her bag. nice friendly ol mate meets her and opens the gates - big ass square this is some game of thrones shit yearh this place is like medieval more than victorian. the middle parted hair and the curled twists behind her head they're pretty much exactly the same in most Janes. all chillin and chatting about this together rather than completely separate. adele actually legit sounds french rather than just pretending? noice. dreary, cold, dark halls. her room is bright and airy with a four-poster bed and bay windows and lots of very nice furniture. river runs beside it; enormous tapestries; main gallery with lots of furniture and paintings and sculpures all covered in sheets with windows open to let in light; the doors are very large and heavy. Janes got a very long neck she looks legit like a fkn swan lmao. ooh a rochester backstory. well-travelled, intelliegent, can't tell if he's talking in jest or in earnest, or if he is pleased or irritated, not a happy man. they're just walking about in his rooms. the sun shines bright but cannot reach them through the thick mist. they're very soft-spoken. god her head is so far forward she's like the alien - long ass neck stretching forward and then her chin and jaw stretching wayyyy forward. wack wack anatomy. it's very dark and dreary. she's off for a walk leaving adele to do like 5 sums. oh she's been here five minutes and they're already meeting. the music is like ... not appropriately intense? he just sorta looked at her, the horse tripped over and then he was on the floor and she's like whoops uh you alright bro. he's outright lying and pretending that he's not rochester his hair is grotty he's got like no hair on top they've just tries to scraggle it. this is so stunted and awkward. i hope it gets better. he's very gentle and she's pretty nonexistent to far. my god very gentle man. what. is he even rochester? that's a german shepherd. noice. playin chess by himself by the fire lol. this movie would be made infinitely better by an actual soundtrack. they're all chilling together again it's interesting - adele and fairfax and rochester and jane. wait she's been here 4 months. it literally didn't show anything about her chilling here. she talked back and now he's grumpy lol. what a terrible start compared to like... every other first convo. isn't she supposed to be not great at piano and yet she's teaching adele -- wait now we're at another convo between the duo. this convo is the other half of --- wait now we're talking sketches? jesus she hmm what are they talking about she's being forward and fuck her chin twists forward as she speaks she kinda looks like the wicked witch of the west. he's judging her drawings like he can do better. this is a mess? the best part about this so far is adele. there's no sense of time. adele is gorgeous honestly. she's pale and gaunt with bags beneath her eyes. wait here's the next part of the conversation. blunt and brusque replies from her. god they're so obviously acting its painful. they have no chemistry because the CONVERSATION IS ALL OVER THE PLACE. they've done it on pruspose to try stretch things out a bit but like plz EY why he scrunch up the drawing wtf. 'and remember the shadows are as important as the light'. dudes. these are private conversations? it would be alright to try it more naturally but they're just not the kind of things you casually say. it's impersonal and there's no intimacy. sit there and watch a kid dance to the sound of a music box. he's so grumpy looking. now snapping at the kid. he's annoying. like a violent dude he feels more like a nice guy quick to snap - definitely kinda unhinged. and now drunk. hmm i don't like it. she told him not to be mean to adele and he rages about her mother, 'you've made adele feel unwanted and unloved' damn this Jane goes for the throat. she's too good for him I can see it now m8. he's a psycho run. red flag red flag. don't like it. lol he wake up like huh.... oh look beds on fire... huh... well suppose i should sort it out... huh... fuck they're barely acting huh. do they even want to be here. how much are these guys getting paid. he's literally a drunk. and has she had a drink in her life? she just went for it? omg so impersonal - isn't he supposed to be already half in love with her by this point? camera angle just flicks forward and back as the conversation goes on and when theres action it just pans back to the widest shot ever lol just show the entire scene why give any emphasis or focus to anything who needs reaction shots and feelings of being in it rather than observing it. fkn ey. he's literally just an angry blitering brooding drunk yikes. he's staring at her tits? these conversations man... he definitely just said jade instead of jane. m8 don't tell me he didn't. there's more intimacy between all the servants and jane and feeling more like an actual squad living together than there is any feeling between rochester and jane. adeles got a frog lol cute. 'you're a fool,' jane tells her reflection. this music is so shit it's bringing everything down. rochester, who's been an unfeeling ass the whole time, holds her hand once and now she's got a big crush on him. she's very spirited - to the point where she could too easily be cruel. like it's not just a repressed forcefulness it's like a hidden rage. can see her going mad and chopping someone up with icy rage and poised pleasure. wonder if i'm in a mood and interpreting this wrong? but honestly. dancing rochester now? instead of singing. adele is glaring at Mrs Ingram who just insulted jane lolol go kid she's definitely the best part. the background people actually make this place feel alive and natural, completely unlike their FUCKING AWFUL conversations. jesus what. god could you have two people less interested in each other? i think this fairfax knows about bertha. there's a 'tapestry bedroom'? lol what does that mean. they're dancing, playing cards, piano, the lot. oh the walls are literally covered in tapestries, that's creepy af. theres so much blood my dude would be dead yo. will hurt like doesn't know how to act. wwait theyve skipped my 'fav scene'?? theyre shaking hands again, wtf is this. wait what shes just met stjohn n he;s the one telling her all about the reeds? petunias dying 'love me then or hate me as you will - you have my full and free forgiveness' - i cant forgive any version that misses that out: its so powerful as part of her character. stalking her while he smokes in the dark what a creeper. 'how cuold you be so stupid!' lol fight him Jane i dont even know how we got to kissing likr the movie is almost 2 hours and yet it feels SO rushed. literally took away all the secret courting and his sneaky declarations. shes a modern woman trapped in an old age. she is so skinny. and with entirely stiff expressions. ew he makes me so uncomfortable. theyre not even trying lol. acting ey acting have u heard of it. just left jane at the altar like bye bitch.shes just in a giant empty ugly room. bertha is a very young and frightened girl but also very sick in the typical long white dress and long dark hair. god this guy is a whingebum. bertha understands everything he's saying. oh yikes lol she just whipped a log from the fire and went after Jane and Jane just put her veil back down with like a sigh turned and yeeted slowly away long ass veil over a white bonnet, silk cape thing in a dark hallway walking all miserable. she's outies lol he's just let her walk out? i love u and i love u. bye. bertha's taken another log from the fire and lit the wedding dress on fire along with the house ahaha. wait he let her leave the house then ran after her on horseback but had to stop after bertha lit the place on fire it started burning and we're actually seeing it happen? interesting. the house is burning, pepople are running, bertha's on the battlements and rochester is going up there to --oh fuck grace poole got yeeted over by bertha oh she's flying ahahaha jumped down to where she threw grace poole. rochesters in the fire. jane's off and racing. it's all happened at once. she went to stjohns, didn't even get dumped in teh marshes but down she goes after chilling in a coach for 3 days. shes been there a month. her jaw is so long and forward its creepy. again one fo the few telling her that she's wealthy from inheritance from her uncle. more backstory. she was deeply loved by her parents, now she's wealthy, lifes looking up but she's all upset after than asshole lol move on and be happy. she's hearing his voice on the wind like please chill. damn 6months. what. um. he's very awkwardly trying to propose? but its like the last half of the conversation with the first bit just cut out. so weird. she looks normal face-on. oh she decides after the proposal to go back - none of that chasing after voices nonsense. whoops that shit burned downnn. doggoooo is still alive. what a good boy. fuck me there's like no anticipation, no intensity, no build-up, no chemistry, it's so dry and cold and heartless. christ acting. act. acting. act. please. act. what is happening. act. she has the neck of a swan ol mate. fucking gross. their words are stilted, and not romantic in the slightest and especially not in their delivery. theyre walking with no kids but the dog but they're talking about the kids. oh my god. that was pretty fkn awful. like seriously not good.

#jane eyre #charlotte bronte #1996 #movies #commentary #review #ramble #shit #ramblingshit #charlotte gainsbourg #william hurt #anna paquin

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Skam Austin episode 1 reaction

I wasn’t planning on writing long-winded reactions to Skam Austin, I thought I might just have fun with the clips as they happened. Because there’s such a different context with this remake as opposed to the French/German/Italian ones, that it’s hard to take in! Julie Andem’s direct involvement, the Facebook factor, that it’s American rather than European. I’m processing this one very differently. I’m not even sure how to gather all my thoughts about it.

But then a few things got my attention so here’s episode 1 a week late. I don’t think I say anything that hasn’t already been said, lmao, unless you want to hear about my high school English unit on The Scarlet Letter.

Clip 1 - Frozen is #relatable

Let’s point out all the signs we see during Poonam’s opening monologue:

“Be a winner, be you”

“Work hard, finish strong”

“Always victorious”

“Shoot for the moon”

a board full of college acceptances

IDK guys, I think there might be a theme about the pressure to succeed here.

Poonam’s monologue and the overall themes about pressure and success may seem generic or #relatable depending on your POV. For me, I found it worked, mostly because it’s funny in how mundane and teenage-y it is and the bit about Elsa from Frozen is so weirdly specific, and I knew a million kids like Poonam in high school. But I do get how Julie could have done something more topical considering the world of shit that is going on in the US politically and culturally, including in our schools. (I don’t know exactly how much of the show was filmed before or after the Parkland shooting and I don’t know if/when/how it will be mentioned, but I certainly hope they address it. That’s the kind of issue that Skam is made to cover: things that are directly relevant to the youth of the culture.)

Poonam is talking super loud and were she not serving up our thesis statement, the teacher would tell her to shut up.

I tried to listen to what more of what the teacher actually says, and it’s hard to make out, but of course she concludes with “draw a connection to something happening in present day” … hmmmm….

I was really confused because the test Megan looks at in class appears to be a state-mandated standardized test, not a regular exam you’d take in class. You can clearly see on her paper that it says 68th percentile, which means she scored as well as or better than 68% of students tested. But Marlon seems to be grabbing a similar-looking paper and he says he got a 99, like … is he in the 99th percentile? And Shay’s in the 100th percentile somehow (which cannot be a thing because you can’t go higher than the 99th, lol)? Is there an actual score out of 100 on these tests? Are they talking about a different test?

I’m not from Texas so I don’t know the format of this specific test, but I took a similar standardized test for my state and this is not how I remember it. Also we didn’t go around sharing our scores on those tests the way we would a regular math test or even the SATs or something. And no one studied for those things.

Meg swaps the numbers around (68 to 86) and he says, “That’s not bad” in a somewhat patronizing way so you know she feels great about it.

The music for the Kittens’ slow-motion walk is very apropos lyrically.

I like Shay, she’s charming. There’s a lot of American “bro” talk and shit like that in the dialogue and it gets cringeworthy, but I think she and Tyler seem pretty natural and I buy them as friends.

Clip 2 - Survival kit

As people have pointed out, The Scarlet Letter is incredibly thematically relevant to Meg’s past. In fact it’s so on the nose that I’d almost say it’s overkill, however that book is so widely taught in American classrooms that yeah, I buy it, it works for me. At least they’re keeping it fairly subtle so far - we notice it because we know the S1 story, a new viewer wouldn’t necessarily realize the connection. And I have seen so many versions of the classroom scene where the inspirational teacher openly talks about the themes of the novel/impact of the historical event/educational topic that just so happens to coincide with whatever’s going on in the protagonist’s life, that yes, this is actually relatively subtle.

Pointless personal anecdote #1: In high school I had one of those stereotypically artsy English teachers and every year she had her students do a mock trial based on The Scarlet Letter, where the goal was to determine which of the main characters was the least guilty. It was a huuuuge project and worth a ton of our grade, and the year we did it, there was tons of drama and crying and name-calling outside of the classroom due to everyone taking this trial 200% too seriously. I drew the team representing Dimmesdale (the minister who fathers a child with Hester Prynne) and miraculously everyone else on the team was smart but chill; we were the only team that didn’t blow up into drama, and we won the trial. I had a great time doing the project, but as time went by I started to think about the point of the trial and whether it was a good assignment, and how our biases crept into the result. Because I remember when kids drew the Hester team, they groaned, because they knew they wouldn’t win. One of the male characters was going to win. Chillingworth might win even though he’s an evil piece of shit and some readers think he straight-up poisoned a dude, but he wasn’t Hester. Hester was definitely guilty because she had sex outside of marriage and had a baby. And if we want to tie this back to Skam, it gets me thinking about how Eva/Meg is the one who loses everything and Jonas/Marlon’s life seems to be more or less intact. The girls lose their friends and in Meg’s case, her hobby/passion, while the boys are OK. Then the same thing happens later with Eva where P-Chris is just a fuckboy but Eva is a slut. Because the girls are the guilty ones.

Megan’s homework mentions the “life-changing event happens to Hester when she is in the forest away from her community. What do you think this says about the role of community in the outcome of her life?” hMMMMMM. The next question is also about the story centering around a “strong female character.”

Shay talking to Meg while stretched out on her back sure is quite flirty.

Meg’s parents are arguing and contributing to making her feel like a loser, building up some of that pressure (theeeeeme). She has a survival kit which implies that this is a regular thing and she feels the need to escape a lot.

I do think Julie is getting in some nice shots of the city and making these teens look all picturesque.

Clip 3 - Sad sad eating alone time

I wish Poonam had a Frozen lunchbox.

I'm wondering what Meg’s and Poonam’s relationship is supposed to be. Are they old friends? Are their parents friends? Are they acquaintances who share a class? Does Poonam just want a sounding board to vent about her busy life? I knew people like that in high school.

Poonam is self-centered in a rather teenage way, not just in talking about herself and being insensitive, talking about how quitting extra-curriculars makes you a loser, assuming Megan doesn’t care, etc. but also how she ditches Megan to go sit with her choir friends instead of like … inviting Meg to sit with her and the choir kids.

There's the THEME!!! of community again as Poonam encourages Meg to be more social, because people who engage in community have happier, healthier, more successful lives. The clip starts with both Meg and Abby alone, but ends with Meg alone and Abby not, because Abby is part of a community and Meg is not.

Also Meg has to be super checked out not to notice the giant Talent Night posters everywhere, including right next to her. It’s too bad they probably won’t go into this but I feel like she’s depressed on a level that Eva wasn’t, which is likely due to losing not just her friends but also purpose of being on the dance team.

“Talent night is the one night of the year where the entire school comes together to celebrate the foundation of our social hierarchy - sports.” Lol, no it’s not. I guarantee you it’s not, no matter what your school is, but especially not this school where sports appear to be a big deal. Try Homecoming.

Marlon is the worst. The woooorst. It really feels as if he, Shay, and Tyler are a group that Meg is just not in, in a way that I didn’t feel with Eva. Because while Eva was often excluded and was the third wheel to Jonas and Isak, Isak was also in some situations the third wheel to her and Jonas. Megan feels like she’s completely on the outskirts of this group. She’s friendly with Shay but I wouldn’t say that they’re friends, while Eva and Isak had some history and were decently close on their own. Some of the other remakes emphasize this too - in particular Italian Eva and Isak (Martino) feel like great friends in their own right. Plus if Marlon does opt to hang with Megan over his friends, Shay and Tyler still have each other.

But for fuck’s sake, Marlon, why didn’t you ask your girlfriend to get some damn food with you? Unless you didn’t really go for food...

Clip 4 - Conservative

How many times has Meg had to listen to Marlon’s music? Yet when she asks him to go do something with her, he doesn’t want to do it. Dump him.

In terms of Marlon’s comments about sports culture … OK, on the one hand I would say there are bigger issues in sports culture, particularly in high school - for example, how sports gets more funding than any other high school program, just to name one issue. His thing about sports culture being about winners working hard, losers are lazy, is maybe not the most relevant, it’s kind of trite. However, I can see a so-called “woke” teen saying something like that, much like I can see a teenager rhapsodizing about Elsa from Frozen. And I get it, it fits in thematically.

Megan used to be on a sports team (and dance teams often do all kinds of competitions so I’d consider it a sport) and clearly misses it so maybe he should chill. And don’t ask your girlfriend to go with someone else when you know she doesn’t have any friends.

Dump him.

Clip 5 - Talent Night

Besides the dance memorabilia, in her room Meg has a poster for a costume party around Halloween, which is possibly when she hooked up with Jo.

Marlon is the worst!!! Worse than other Jonases!!! At least they canceled ahead of time, Marlon just bails last second to go do something fun he likes. Rude and inconsiderate! He doesn’t even invite her along to the concert (and gives an excuse in the next episode, but dude, if you’re going to CANCEL YOUR ESTABLISHED PLANS AT THE LAST SECOND you should at least ASK).

Plus she really needs an escape from her house at that moment due to her parents’ fighting. Great job, dude.

The B-roll is nice. Again, good shots of the city.

Discussion was happening on @softnorwegians’ Tumblr about the plausibility of Talent Night in terms of location, setup, importance, etc. and I agree with a lot of the criticisms. I absolutely do not buy an official school-sponsored event taking place at what looks like a bar with no chaperones or adults around. Talent Night would probably be held at the school, in the auditorium or gymnasium. Maybe a community center. Maaaybe at a local coffee shop or restaurant, something like that, but that’s pushing it IMO - there would be so many people there that you need a large venue. This doesn’t seem like a small school. My high school did talent shows and there were always tons of adults present, teachers, parents filming their kids.

Also, Talent Night is typically not to fund sports teams! Talent Night is something put on by student government maybe, or if any school group is going to fundraise from it, it would definitely be the arts programs. Or it would be to raise money for charity. Sports teams already have a bunch of fundraisers, also a lot of them are for the individual teams, like swim team will have one, football will have one, etc. I guess it’s not impossible, but it feels a bit contrived. But there are probably some schools that do Talent Night for the sports teams, IDK. (Also, if it’s for the sports teams ... it seems weird to me that the athletes like Jordan don’t seem involved, either on stage or working at the venue? All fundraising I did for the school clubs/activities I was in, I had to do some actual work for the event - sell tickets, serve food, clean up, etc. Lol, here it seems like the sports teams are just hanging out and reaping the profits while random kids earn some money for them.)

Some of the graffiti in the bathroom:

Sk8ers gonna Sk8 (I’m blanking on where this came from originally, I think it was on an IG post or text?)

Alt er love

Daniel + Grace

That last one, believe it or not, is what made me interested in reacting to this show. Because Grace is our Noora, there are hints of our William being called Daniel … and yet, what’s the context of that graffiti? It makes no sense when you think about it. New girl Grace surely doesn’t know Daniel. Is that supposed to be a hint to future Noorhelm, or is it a shoutout to something that won’t happen - like is Julie teasing us?

I mean, Grace and Daniel are very very common names, but the choice of graffiti was deliberate as we can tell from the other Skam references.

Lol @ me thinking Julie won’t do Noorhelm again but let me have this for now.

The Facebook/fandom reaction to Grace is an example of one of the worst parts of doing a close remake. If this were a completely new show and no one knew the plot, the reaction would have been, “Oh yay, Megan met someone nice :) Maybe they can be friends :) ”

But because she is supposed to be The Noora, a bunch of people had expectations for how she was supposed to act and (especially) look, and when she didn’t fit their expectations, complained. First of all, Grace was quite pretty to me so I didn’t even understand the backlash on a superficial level. Second, get the actual fuck out if you think any of these girls aren’t attractive enough to be a part of the squad. This show has never been about depicting the hottest, most physically perfect people. In fact that’s a reason people like Skam, that there are a variety of body types, their teeth, skin, and hair aren’t perfect.

Pointless personal anecdote #2: “Let’s give it up for Natalie on nunchucks” is how I want everyone to greet me when I walk into a room, I’m going to have to start practicing.

Jo is great! So good. “I want to see your dumbass routine.” “Ballet shit?!” That whole bit was awesome. What a true friend.

This was so awkward. Painfully awkward.

General Comments:

The IGs are nice work, I’m sure FB pulled some strings to get the pictures backdated. There are some good clues in them - Meg appearing in the old Kittens pics and the Mannequin challenge, Abby has pictures set in Megan’s bedroom where she has clearly cropped out Megan. Abby and Marlon have pictures of a beach from the same day.

Poonam’s super paranoid text about posting things on IG made me laugh a lot.

I didn’t talk about the acting. It’s ... not great in a lot of places, and sometimes it takes me out of the scene (especially in the Talent Night clip) but it’s not something I want to focus on a whole lot. The cast appears to be teenagers, many of whom have no acting experience, and I’m not totally comfortable being negative about them (NOT saying that no one can criticize their acting, just that for me personally I feel bad doing it). Besides, the fact of it being a direct remake is the more pressing problem for me. As for positives about the acting, I think Shay and Jo are great and have some natural comedic timing.

I am not rooting for Meg/Marlon at all. At all. No version of Eva/Jonas has induced this much annoyance in me. There’s a lack of chemistry, Marlon is more inconsiderate than the other Jonases, and they don’t seem to have much in common.

Unpopular (?) opinion but I have no problem with naming the Jonas character Marlon, or calling him marlonf9000 on IG. It’s an affectionate homage, sure. I guess my only problem with it is that Marlon the character sucks so far and Marlon the actor deserves better.

Man, I don’t even know what to feel about this show at this point. It feels so surreal. I don’t hate it? I’m not angry at it? I’m disappointed that we have to get yet another S1 more than anything. I actually want this show to succeed, believe it or not - even if I don’t care for it personally, I would rather have a lot of other people love it than not.

I also feel stupid for making any type of speculation on what could happen! Because we’re going to come up with these elaborate theories about how Julie could adapt the story and take it in a different direction, and it’s likely to be all for nothing and we’ll just watch an awkward redo of a scene we’ve already seen.

I do want to say good job for increasing the cast diversity. That was a main fear, that Skam Austin would be lily-white, and we’ve already got 5 prominent WOC in the cast (including Zoya) which is terrific.

I don’t take the millions of views on the first clip/first episode super seriously since FB was promoting it pretty hard and I heard something about a three-second rule? I’m more interested in seeing how the viewership on the episodes/clips manifests week by week.

It’s also clear that a lot of viewers were confused by the format and don’t get the concept of real-time clips vs. the compiled weekly episodes, which I can hardly blame them for since it’s not typical.

#skamus reactions #skam austin reactions

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shadows-taller · 6 years

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Shield Farms

Okay so here’s a little something I dug up just recently and thought I’d share with you all. Beats me if I’ll ever finish it but I figured it was pretty good and you all might want to see it. It’s a Stucky AU (what else lmao) about horses and the desert, both of which are things I have personal experience in.

Let me know what you think! Also if you have any ideas for where this should go lol I need all the help I can get.

Steve wakes up in a cold sweat on top of his duvet, again, and resolutely can not go back to sleep. A glance at the clock tells him it’s 2:45 in the morning, a good two hours before anyone else is going to be conscious. He huffs, resigned to a fate of laying in bed until the sun’s light peeks over the desert horizon out his window.

The nightmare had been no different than it was every other night. Bright pinpricks of light flashed behind his eyelids, the heavy roar of gunfire and screaming echoing in his ears. Monty, Morita, Jones, Falsworth, and Dum-Dum. His team, his unit, his brothers-in-arms. Their faces, twisted up in agony, each shot somewhere bad, each losing blood faster than Steve can stop it. He rushes to dress their wounds, along with a field nurse in her own fatigues, and they even get the men out of the enemy's’ line of fire. But the grenade flies in and Steve sees it too late, too late to do anything but turn his back and cover his head with his elbows. That’s always where the dream ends, either with his screaming or silent, terrified shaking.

He usually lies there a while simply to regain control over his emotions.

It’s an hour later when he begins to think about his day ahead. Tony said he’d go check out the new trailer company today, a higher-end service recommended to Steve after their previous driver was pulled over for driving drunk on his way back from Kentucky. The whole mess had been horrible, a PR shitshow if they’d ever seen one. Tony also said he’d check up on Revenant, the stallion Shield Farms was going to breed with Macy’s Day, their best mare. Revenant is a behemoth from a farm across the county, a black thoroughbred with a mean streak in him but the sire of some of the fastest horses in Del Mar. If Steve can land this collaboration with Asgard it’ll be a win on both sides, as more owners will line up to mix genes with both Macy’s and Revenant.

There’s also the whole water situation. Due to the fact that the drought and forest fires have baked the land and soaked up all the water, the State of California has begun regulating how much water places like Shield Farms can use. There can’t be any more dripping hoses, unattended spigots, or dumping of perfectly good washing water. Nat’s handling that one, emailing the State to get special permits during race season when water is needed most. But the government is being very strict about the water usage, which means more headaches for Steve because he’ll have to keep reminding everyone not to waste any water whatsoever, thank you very much. He’ll have to put laminated signs up. He hates laminating things, makes him feel like a third-grade teacher.

Steve’s not too focused on the upcoming dressage show in Escondido, as he knows Wanda and Sharon are working their asses off as always. They’ve won regional titles the last five years, and Wanda even made it to second in Nationals a few years back. They’re aiming even higher this summer, for not only Nationals but International competitions as well.

Steve runs through his list of things to do. Balance accounts, pay bills, check up on the boarders’ payments, hire new trainer…

Hire new trainer. Fuck, that’s right, Hodge walked out last week. Steve was almost glad when that happened, even as dramatic as it had seemed. The guy was a bully to horses and people. It’d been Tony’s idea in the first place to hire him. He’d had a resume a mile long, ranging from working as a mustang wrangler to training at farms like Calumet and Gainesway in Kentucky. But just last week he’d had a tantrum about the construction of the arena (as if there was any way in high heaven to change that), and Steve had very bluntly told him to either suck it up or leave. Gilmore Hodge had chosen the latter.

But now they need a new trainer. A specialty trainer, to boot. Someone willing to work with the worst of the worst.

Thoroughbreds are notoriously moody. They’re bred to be fast, to race, which comes along with it high energy and a larger chance for genetics to go wrong. Breed a gentle mare with a hot-headed sire, you could get one disposition or the other, and vice versa. There’s always foals who grow up to be too excitable and/or dangerous to be used in a prestigious setting, but Steve’s never believed in giving up on anything. Hence the reason why he’s always got a trainer on hand to deal with the reject pile, make them into something someone could potentially buy as a project horse. Or, when Shield periodically invests in a mustang, someone to smooth out the first few weeks before a trainer more suited to the horse’s intended purpose would come in. Get the horse friendly and halter trained, as well as make note of the tics and buttons one shouldn’t push.

In other words, they need a very specific skill set. And nerves of steel.

Natasha probably knows someone, he thinks. She brought in Sam, Clint, America, and Wanda, some of their best people. Steve would still be in some studio apartment in Carlsbad, making just enough on commissions to scrape by, if it weren’t for her. If she hadn’t pulled him up by the bootstraps and forced him to see his own true potential, and that he didn’t have to refuse what was his out of spite. That it was fucking idiotic to refuse what was lawfully his out of spite. He owes Natasha his entire life, and trusts her to know where to go.

Steve looks over at the clock again. It reads 4:00 A.M. and he can just see the beginnings of color in the sky. He sits up and stretches, fully awake now.

His clothing of choice this morning is Adidas soccer pants (a gift from Nat on his birthday last year), a gray tank that fits tightly over his chest, and his running shoes. A morning run is essential to his routine, it gets him going and ready to face the day. Besides, how else will he stay in shape if all he ever does is sit cooped up in his office doing bills? Steve decides to see if Tony knows anyone that could help out with bookkeeping. That could be very useful.

His breakfast consists of granola and strawberries in plain yogurt with some orange juice. No one else seems to be up as he moves around the kitchen, which isn’t surprising. Tony usually gets up next after Steve, around five. Steve’ll already be on his run by then.

His route goes along the entire circumference of the farm, doubling back behind the stables and winding off into the orange and lemon grove. It follows a trail along the irrigation system, then out of the trees and up into the foothills. Steve usually follows the dirt trails back to the main road and arrives back at Shield in time to help out with morning feeding and water-checks.

He sets off from the main house as soon as he’s done rinsing out his breakfast dishes, and jogs down the front steps with his earbuds in and phone strapped safely to his bicep. The peaceful tenor of Jim Croce’s voice sets the mood of the morning; surrounded by glowing mountains and the sharp aroma of sage, Steve is all alone in his thoughts.

Ever since he was a kid, Steve has always loved the desert he grew up in. Southern California isn’t exactly a forgiving place, what with the temperatures that soar above 110 in summer and wildfires that rage for days on end. But Steve finds comfort in the heat, a constant force surrounding him, reminding him like the mountains do of his potential. Pushing him to do more than he thinks he can. Growing up poor meant no pool, no air conditioning, and little more than ice cubes and a box fan to keep cool. Stark claims Steve’s more comfortable in the sweltering midday sun than he is in a cool office for this reason, and he’s not incorrect. Steve prefers manual labor to desk work, and sports an impressive tan across his whole body because of it. He’s always believed in doing things himself and knows it’s the best way to get things done.

He comes to the spot where the trail curves off into the trees, and makes the turn as the song changes to something Hozier.

Steve breathes in the scent of lemon and orange. This grove is, along with the boarding stables and bets from races, one of Shield’s primary sources of income. They sell the fruit to local businesses, from bars to restaurants and cafes, as well as at various farmers’ markets. Banner runs the whole operation, as the guy’s got a thumb greener than the Green Giant’s and is scared shitless of horses. If he weren’t Steve’d offer the guy a position in the general offices, but that involves actually seeing the animals, which Bruce avoids at all costs. He’s in charge of paying the workers they hire to keep up the trees and fruit, as well as coordinating who they sell to. It gives Steve peace of mind, knowing he can go on his run through here and not worry about who’s working on what and whether or not things are going smoothly.

The grove comes right up to the base of some hills, not quite big enough to be called mountains, but still a challenge when it comes to running or biking on them. Steve likes to wind his way through, finding meandering paths that only fit one vehicle or a pair of horseback riders in the rare off-chance that someone comes up this way.

His head is full of music, his favorite Beatles song just beginning, as he rounds a curve and slows down at the sight in front of him.

A rusted blue pickup sits idle off on the shoulder, a faint trail of smoke leading from the engine just barely visible in the early morning sunlight.

Doesn’t have a point of view

Knows not where he’s going to

Isn’t he a bit like you and me?

Steve tugs the earbuds out of his ears and lets them hang over the collar of his shirt as he approaches the truck. Just barely he can hear someone moving around on the gravel, still out of his line of sight but footsteps eerily loud in the otherwise silent area. It’s almost unnerving, this unfamiliar truck on such an unused road at this time of day. Steve braces himself, tensing, ready to fight off some guy with a cleaver or similar.

He comes around the side of the truck to see something he wasn’t expecting.

A man, not much older than him, is muttering to himself something intelligible and running a hand through his long, black-brown hair. He’s pacing, cold eyes fixed on the engine which by now Steve can see is steadily releasing smoke. The guy seems utterly distraught, scared, even, so much so that he hasn’t noticed Steve yet.

Steve clears his throat. “Need any help, there?”

The man stops dead in his tracks and his head whips up, hand retreating lightning-fast from his brown locks. He looks like a deer caught in headlights, blue eyes almost glowing.

Steve nods to the engine. “That doesn’t look too good. I know a mechanic, I can get ‘ya a discount too. Just gotta throw ‘er in neutral and push a couple miles.”

The man swallows audibly, arms hanging awkwardly at his sides. Steve can see defined muscle under his white t-shirt, from his abdomen to his chest to his arms and shoulders. He’s wearing blue jeans as well, work-worn Levis by the looks of it. Steve raises an eyebrow expectantly.

“Uh, yes. That would - that would be nice, thank you.” A Russian accent rolls off the man’s tongue, thick and silky and deep. Steve nods, hoping the dim morning light hides the heat on his face at the sound of the man’s voice. The man closes the hood, then climbs into the cab to shift the truck into neutral. He hops out with catlike grace, more agile than anyone has any right to be at five thirty in the morning. Together they move to the rear bumper, one on either side of the trailer hitch. Before they begin pushing, Steve holds out his hand to the stranger.

“I’m Steve, good to meet you.”

The man takes his hand and shakes, even if it is tentative. “Likewise. You can call me Bucky.”

Bucky. An undeniably American name, for someone so obviously foreign. Steve wonders if it’s a nickname, or if it’s even his name at all; maybe it’s just the first thing that popped into his head.

He doesn’t miss the uncertain gleam in Bucky’s eyes, or the way he’s the first one to let go of the handshake.

The truck is heavy, as trucks usually are, so by the time they’ve made it to Peggy’s shop both men are glistening with sweat. Bucky’s breath is labored next to him, and Steve imagines his own is much the same.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of two fine men this early in the morning?” Peggy’s British accent floated through the garage, and Steve huffed a grin. Trust Peggy to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed no matter the time of day. He’d known her ever since he got home from Afghanistan, from the moment he’d walked in looking for a repairman for his convertible. He’d been in town with Nat, looking at the old Rogers place (a run-down farmhouse and barn at the time, within eleven months it had become Shield Farms), when his beloved VW had sputtered to a halt right outside Peggy’s door. The rest was, as they say, history.

“We’ve got a pickup problem, Pegs. Was on my morning run and came across Bucky here, who was looking pretty worse for wear. Decided to help ‘im out and bring his truck here. It was smoking like this -” he jerks his thumb over his shoulder, at the engine in question “- when I got there.”

Peggy hums, emerging from behind a tractor with a crease between her brows. She’s got grease on her hands and coveralls, but somehow her face and makeup are as flawless as always. Steve’ll never understand how she manages it.

Bucky’s been silent the whole time. He stands slightly off to the side, arms crossed over his chest.

Peggy looks at him. “What exactly happened, and when?”

Bucky shrugs. “I was driving along the road Steve found me on, and the engine started sp - spewing this white smoke. The engine overheating symbol came on, too. I pulled over immediately and opened the hood. All I could see was the smoke and some liquid leaking, but I’m not experienced enough to know from where.”

Steve noticed Peggy’s brows bounce up at hearing Bucky’s accent. He wants to hear it forever, wants to record Bucky singing Hey Jude or Carolina In My Mind and listen to it for hours on end. It reminds him of fancy hotels in LA, all bright lights and red wine and jazz music. He could drown in Bucky’s voice, lose himself in it. Steve pictures sitting in his living room at home and listening to Bucky read anything, fuck, he could read the dictionary and Steve would listen with rapt attention. He wonders what it’d sound like in the morning, or late at night, or in the middle of -

Steve is pulled from his imaginings by the sound of Peggy’s voice. “- be two or three days before I can get the correct parts, and another after that to get your truck fixed. Is that alright?”

He sees Bucky nod once. Peggy must have diagnosed the problem and gotten Bucky to agree to a price, because they separate, Bucky to the front desk and Peggy to the truck. Steve trails after Bucky.

He’s sitting in a cushioned chair, filling out a form on his thigh. Steve drops down across from him. Bucky doesn’t look up, just keeps scribbling away. Steve wonders, not for the first time, where exactly Bucky is from, and where he’s going that he can afford to stop for four days before arriving. His truck has a New York license plate, but somehow Steve gets a feeling that’s not where Bucky comes from. Maybe his intuition is wrong. It rarely is, though, and this fact is what got him promoted to Captain within his first four years in the Army.

He decides to take a risk, just because he can.

“Hey, Bucky, so, uh, I was wondering if you’ve got a place to stay? The motels around here are nice, as far as motels go, but I’ve got an extra room at my place if you want.”

Bucky looks up from his writing, ice blue eyes narrowed ever so slightly, as if questioning Steve’s intent. He takes a few long moments to reply.

“How much must I pay you?”

Steve immediately shakes his head. “No, no, pal. No need to pay me. This isn’t charity, just thought you might like a place nicer than a motel.”

Bucky contemplates that, obviously weighing his options in his mind. “You are sure?”

Steve nods, crossing his arms. “Of course. You can stay as long as you need.”

At that, Bucky gives him a look, something direct and it makes Steve shift nervously. Does Bucky think he’s taking advantage of him? Steve really hopes not, because not only does he know how dirty motels around here are, but because this could be an opportunity to get to know someone new. A friend.

Just then, Bucky nods sharply. “Alright. I’ll stay with you until Miss Carter has fixed my truck.”

Peggy walks in, almost as if on cue. “You nearly finished, Bucky?”

He goes back to the papers, signing here and there, and Steve watches with a small smile on his face.

#stucky #stucky writing #my writing #mine #stucky fic #stucky au #steve rogers #Bucky barnes #marvel #steve rogers & Bucky barnes #au #writing #fanfiction #stucky fanfiction #please do not repost!#stealing is bad children!

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ukulelewrites · 7 years

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Volleyball Stars

A/N: hella sudden burst of inspiration in the @smols-n-tols groupchat. mainly for the purpose to get @splashinglys to swerve into ong seongwoo’s lane :-)

anyways, you live in a seaside town

hella peaceful, hella chill, you go down to the beach every weekend to read, sleep, hang out, just family fun entertainment

however, there’s one thing that happened every Saturday that got especially on your nerves

b e a c h v o l l e y b a l l g a m e s

You never cared for the sport; there was nothing fun about watching people run and jump around hitting a ball over the net

so you just sat under your little umbrella and read every Saturday as the game happened a couple yards away from you

anyways, everyone knows about the two best beach volleyball players in town, Ong Seongwoo and Kang Daniel

both really talented, really nice, and also really attractive

due to their almost celebrity status in your town, they had fangirls (and boys) that would attend every single one of their games, fanmade signs and all

anyways, Seongwoo and Daniel are best buds, but they’ve always had a friendly rivalry

who was the better striker (Seongwoo), who was more ripped (Daniel), who had more fans (they still don’t know this one)

just friendly bro banter

and tbh they’re greaseballs, so you know before the game starts and they’re like warming up and getting into place, these boys are putting their flirt game on 101%

Seongwoo’s winking at the group of fans and every now and then he’d bite his lip too and everyone just faINTS

Daniel on the other hand is more subdued

he doesn’t outright “hey let me wink and bite my lip and maybe even erotically lick it to win you guys over”

he’s more of a “let me stretch my muscles while lowkey flexing them so these people get a show”

and they’re wearing tanks, but you know right before the game starts they’re stripping off their shirts in sync and i stg four people fainted

anyways, the game’s started and tbh beach volleyball is such a thirst trap?

like seongwoo and daniel are shirtless, jumping upwards and stretching out their arms to reach the ball which ends up flexing arm and back muscles so yeah, everyone’s in for a treat watching these two play

except you, because you have your earbuds in listening to music full blast while reading a book

and tbh that catches their attention because, “hey, how come they’re not watching the game?” but they don’t do anything about it now because they have a game to win

whoop-dee-doo they won the game

and the moment the crowd disperses the boys walk towards you

at this point you had your eyes closed, ready to take a nap, but suddenly the sun disappears

you open your eyes while sitting up and next thing you know you’re staring at rock hard abs

“Uh, hey, why weren’t you watching the game?” Daniel asked

tbh you just shrug and go back to taking a nap and the boys are shook

bc that’s the first time anyone’s been so nonchalant about volleyball and them???

so they make it their life mission to get you to watch a game

this starts with tracking down where you work, and with how small your town is, it wasn’t hard

they easily found you scooping ice cream for little kids at the ice cream parlor

“One scoop of strawberry please~” Daniel called out, putting his arms on the counter while leaning over it to see your face better

and wOW YOU’RE PRETTY

and the boy’s low-key blushing about it; tbh he gets his ice cream, pays and just zooms away to eat his ice cream because if he stayed near you, he’d melt

Seongwoo on the other hand is much more composed, no matter how much he’s fantasizing about how soft your lips are, he accepts his scoop of mint chocolate chip and invites you to their next game

you’re at first hesitant but eventually oblige when he offers to buy you food for the next week

anyways, you attend their game the following Saturday

and these boys are doing the most

like daniel is stretching extra hard bc he knows you’re gonna be watching

and as seongwoo’s flirting with the fans, he stops at you and tucks your hair behind your ear before giving you a smirk

and wOW YOU’RE MELTING

Daniel sees that interaction, so he jogs over to you and places his hands on your shoulders

“wish me luck, Y/N” he says, smiling extra hard when you smile up at him and comply

also, he notices an eyelash on your cheek so he wipes it off of you with his thumb before running off and flashing you a thumbs up

so you have never actually watched their games before, not even a glimpse, so you were 101% not prepared when they started taking off their shirts???

like why is your throat dry????? what is this sudden thirst???

you try to play if off cool but once they actually start playing and flexing their muscles and sweat’s trickling down their abs and forearms, you’re just fanning yourself bc wow it’s getting hot in here right?

the boys easily win and they start toweling off and all that jazz and people eventually clear the beach, leaving you alone with two shirtless boys the start of a bad porno lmao

“so who played better?” Seongwoo asked as he toweled off his hair

“it was me right? didn’t you see my save?” Daniel asked, coming from behind Seongwoo with his towel swung around his neck

tbh you really didn’t know how to answer bc they’re both good????

“uh, I probably have to watch another game to get a better feel of how you guys play,” you said, suddenly becoming aware of how close they were to you

“no observations? anything you noticed would be good for us~” Seongwoo chirped, Daniel nods along

“well, Seongwoo’s a bit more cocky when playing? like he knows he’s good. and Daniel has way more dominance and strength over the ball”

Daniel sends Seongwoo a look, “strong and dominant, huh?”

Seongwoo looks at Daniel, “cocky yet talented, huh?”

The both of them are suddenly a lot closer to you now, “Well, Y/N, why don’t you hang around with us more often, and we’ll see if your observations are nice or not”

And tbh it wasn’t such a bad proposition

wOW i need to stop doing stuff like this,,,,,,,,,rambling about seongwoo and daniel instead of doing homework lmao. anyways, i hope you guys enjoy this thirst trap!

#wanna one #produce 101 #pd101 #kang daniel #ong seongwoo #wanna one daniel #wanna one seongwoo #produce 101 imagines #produce 101 scenarios #pd101 daniel #pd101 seongwoo #wanna one imagines #wanna one scenarios #daniel imagines #seongwoo imagines

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does-bella-like-me · 7 years

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hi can i request all of the twilight saga asks you haven't done yet

Ooooo man here we go. You asked for this, literally:)

1) favorite character?

Basically all of them (except Mike Newton and Lauren AKA gross plot devices), but Renesmee in particular.

2) favorite book?

Breaking Dawn because besides Twilight it’s the only one I’ve reread like 100 times.

3) favorite movie?

New Moon because SOUNDTRACK and there’s some really good filmography in it.

4) favorite book moments?

-Bella realizing that Edward was just trying to tire her our in BD so she will be too tired to try to seduce him hahahaha-every time that Bella tries to/wants to physically fight someone-New Moon Reunion

5) favorite movie moments?

-EVERY TIME THERE WAS A MONTAGE OF PAST SCENES. ESPECIALLY THE CREDIT SCENES IN BD PT.2. I cry every time and the montage during the transformation scene that shows Bella’s present to her birth is so beautiful and the soundtrack oh my.-The sound Bella makes when she hits the rock in New Moon.-How good Bella looks in Eclipse, like how do you make a girl who was already really pretty glow up I don’t get it.

6) books in order from favorite to least favorite

Breaking Dawn, Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse.

7) movies in order from favorite to least favorite

New Moon, Breaking Dawn Pt.1, Twilight, Breaking Dawn Pt.2, Eclipse. (Look Eclipse is just… I lost the book halfway through reading it and I didn’t actively search for it lets put it that way. I eventually found it but it was literally months later)

8) book or movie moments that made you the most mad?

-Literally every Bella/Jacob kiss. (Sorry Jacob ily but..no, just… no.) Especially the like the TWO in Eclipse but also the one that was against Bella’s will was the one I hated the most.-Edward screaming “YOU’VE LEFT ME NO CHOICE” in BD pt.1, like, uhmmm… fuck you boo.-Edward taking out parts from the thing (aka Bella’s truck) so that she won’t see Jacob in Eclipse.-Alice and Jasper leaving in Breaking Dawn. Like I get why but it still felt like they could’ve SAID SOMETHING RIGHT???

9) book or movie moments that made you the most sad?

-New Moon.To be specific, The utter downward spiral that Bella goes through. Also her freaking out when Renee and Charlie try to make her move….-END CREDITS OF BD PT.2 look they’re trying to fuck me up let’s be real.

10) opinions/thoughts on life and death?

So when I first read it (like….. 4 or 5 months ago??? I was really late to the game) I hadn’t read twilight in a long time so I didn’t notice all of the similarities that are there. I actually really like it despite that and the Edward/Beau Edythe/Bella ships give me life. The ending was what it needed to be so that Stephanie Meyer wouldn’t get like hounded to make more.

11) do you prefer the books or the movies?

I love the books for generally being better than the movies but I love the emotional impact of the movies and their soundtracks so I gotta say movies which is an unpopular opinion because the books are definitely better but…. SOUNTRACKS MAN…..

12) favorite character casting(s)?

Probably Renesmee but like AFTER they got the real actress for her and not the CGI baby monster thing they had going there. Also SETH and LEAH I love them so much. Also Jasper and Charlie, both are so pure I love them.

13) least favorite character casting(s)?

Pretty much all of the Cullens lmao but probably Carlisle the most. Peter Facinelli I love you but you’re so old and it makes me forget that Carlisle is like stuck at, what is it 23??? And Esme like… I love Elizabeth Reaser too but again they both look like they’re in their mid 30’s and it kind of takes away from the effect of them looking out of place and being in a strange situation by adopting all of these (supposed to be) teens. Also I don’t really like Taylor Lautner when he’s supposed to be just a normal kid bc again he seems too buff even thought he really wasn’t but as beefcake Jacob he’s great. Look I could go on and on about this so I’ll stop now.

14) favorite songs from the soundtracks?

OOOO BOY THIS IS MY FAVORITE QUESTION. Look I love music, like that’s all I care about 90% of the time and the soundtracks ARE ALL SO GOOD (Esp New Moon). I do have a few favorites lmao-Hearing Damage by Thom Yorke-Possibility by Lykke Li-Roslyn by Saint Vincent & Bon Iver -Full Moon by The Black Ghosts-Spotlight by Mutemath-Shooting the Moon by OK Go(Plus like all of the songs on the scores)

15) what’s one thing you would change about the saga?

I’ve been thinking recently about what about the saga I don’t like the most, and what I could change that would make the most impact and I feel like if the moral of the story was something healthy and actually something suitable for the young adult/teen audience that it’s meant for then that would change a lot about it. There’s always something to be learned from a story and something the author is trying to show society and if there was a bigger focus on a healthy lesson like self love, experiencing trauma but then healing properly and growing from it, or the way humans need platonic, nonromantic relationships and not just a hyper focus on romantic relationships to be happy in life, then the series would’ve been VERY different.

16) (already answered)

17) which character would you be best friends with?

Probably Angela hahaha. Irl I tend to be shy and introverted so Angela and I would understand each other very well.

18) which characters would you probably not get along with?

Well I don’t like to be told what to do with my life. I’m a really independent person who takes friendly advice but it really makes me mad when people tell me straight up what to do, so if Alice came up to me and started trying to change how I live and my wardrobe and such I would NOT do well with that.

19) (already answered)

20) favorite wolf?

Leah could punch me in the face and I would thank her.

21) favorite human?

Angela :)

22) favorite Volturi?

Marcus because I too wish for death on a daily basis.

23) would you rather be a wolf or vampire?

Vampire. I don’t sleep or go outside in the sun anyways so there’s not much of a stretch. It’s gotten so bad that my family calls me a vampire sometimes.

24) what would you want your special vampire power/ ability to be?

Well if Carlisle’s theory holds true and a gift is supposed to be an amplification of some trait one had when they were human (except for Benjamin and Kate like… what???) Then mine would have to be something related to music/singing. Invisibility would be really cool but also a very very insane ability to have. I’d have to think really long and hard before I gave a concrete answer to that.

25) what would you want your wolf fur to look like?

First thought: black like my soul Second thought: Gray

26) would you want to join the Volturi?

No thank you but I appreciate the gesture.

27) if you were a vampire, would you follow a “vegetarian” diet? How would you go about your life?

Yeah I’d be a vegetarian because I’m a not so secret hippie and I don’t like the idea of killing people OR animals, so I’m fucked but I’ll just lower my morals a bit and probably not hunt those poor animals unless i HAD to. As in I’d stretch out time between hunts until it wasn’t a good idea for me to be doing that anymore. Also I don’t really know how I would spend my life, probably just doing the equivalent of watching t.v. and hanging out. Maybe if some dogs liked me then I’d adopt a few but like… short lives. I’m generally against the idea of living forever because I don’t think i could be entertained for that long ever.

28) your opinion on imprinting?

First thought: How convenient…. I don’t know it’s complicated. I enjoy the idea of how easy and effortless it is, like I automatically get someone who loves me??? Cool! But also the lack of control is concerning. Also imprinting on a baby is just. It could’ve been explained better tbh.

29) favorite couples and/or friendships?

-The Jasper/Emmett bromance gives me life. - Edythe/Bella & Edward/Beau just is so pure I love it.

30) (already answered)

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