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arrowflier · 3 years

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I wish you would write a fic where...Uncle Mickey buys Franny her first legal beer. 🙍‍♂️👩‍🦰🍻🖤

Ooh, yes!!! Thank you thank you I love this idea. Here goes:

"You ready for this, little Red?" Mickey asks as he holds open the door to the fancy North side bar.

"I'm not that little anymore, you know," Franny points out, laughing as she brushes past him and reaching over to shove at his shoulder. He blusters, tries to slap her away, but one stride and she's already out of reach. She’s taller than him, now, having inherited a height that puts her closer to Ian and Fiona than her own mother, and it’s so easy to take advantage of when it comes to her Uncle Mickey.

"Still can't believe you picked this place," she remarks as she enters the room more fully, and searches for a pair of free stools.

Mickey walks past her, aiming for the end of the long bar where a couple of beanie-wearing, bearded hipsters were just clearing out. They're moving a little slow, but they pick up the pace when he stops and stares at them, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. He nods when they scatter, then kicks a stool out for Franny and takes a seat himself.

"Yeah, well, you're legal now kid," he says as she settles in. He raises a hand to catch the attention of the bartender. "Gotta go somewhere you're gonna get carded, doesn't count if it's your damn uncle who's been sliding you beer under the bar since you were 10."

Before she can respond, the bartender is there, a handsome man twisting a dish towel between his hands as he gives them a nod and a smile.

"What can I get for you folks?" he asks.

"Two beers," Mickey says shortly.

"Alright," the bartender agrees. "Well, we've got a few options on tap, some nice local microbrews, and a new strawberry cider that's pretty popular. What exactly are you looking for?"

As he talks, Mickey's face progresses through a series of expressions that Franny is intimately familiar with from years of seeing him in public (or seeing him interact with Uncle Lip). She knows what's coming, so she gets there first.

"Just beer," she answers dryly, and is rewarded with an almost proud look from her favorite grumpy uncle.

Their bartender catches it too, and winks at her. "Two just beers, then, comin' right up."

He grabs two glasses from beneath the bar, pulls them pints from the closest tap, and slides them on over. Franny catches hers easily, but Mickey grabs her arm before she can bring it to her lips. She glances at him, confused, but his eyes aren't on her.

"Yo barkeep," he barks, and the man spins to face them again with an easy grin that falters as he meets Mickey's hard eyes.

"Uh," he tries. "Everything ok?"

Franny would like to know that, too.

"No, everything ain't ok," Mickey grouses. "You gonna give the kid a beer just like that?"

The bartender looks confused, and Franny doesn't blame him.

"Uncle Mick," she says with a roll of her eyes, "You literally just ordered for me." She gives the bartender a comisserating smile. "Give this man a break."

"He should still do his damn job," Mickey tells her.

"Hey man, sorry," the bartender interrupts, hands raised. "Let me guess, the big 21?" He directs that last to Franny, who nods.

"Well, I don't know if I believe that," he challenges with a raised brow. "Think I'm gonna need to see some ID, hun."

Mickey smirks at Franny when she gives him a look what you've done expression. She digs out her license anyway and passes it over, watches the man scrutinize it, then accepts it back gracefully and stares Mickey down as she finally takes a long sip of her beer.

The bartender doesn't leave, though, and Mickey's smirk falls right of his face when he reveals why.

"Gonna need yours too, big guy," the bartender says with a grin, leaning forward over the bar.

Mickey's brow rises, and Franny thinks hers must, too.

"The fuck?" Mickey asks.

"Well," the bartender starts, "I thought you were her old man, but if you're not..." He shrugs.

Franny stifles a laugh at the sight of Mickey's face as he grumbles and digs in his pocket for ID. The bartender takes it from him, their hands brushing.

Franny narrows her eyes at the stranger when he takes a minute too long to peruse the details. The man starts to idly flip the little card back and forth, eyeing her uncle through his admittedly long lashes, and she almost chokes on the next sip of her beer.

"Hmm, pretty young to be her uncle," the bartender muses aloud.

Mickey looks confused. "Uh, not really man," he offers, reaching a hand out for his ID. "Gonna give me that back, or fuckin fondle it some more?"

The bartender giggles.

"I don't know," he says with false uncertainty, tapping Mickey's ID against full pink lips. "Think I might have some follow-up questions." He flashes white teeth at them. "You know," he continues, "after my shift."

Mickey looks completely lost, so Franny steps in.

"My Uncle Ian might have something to say about that," she offers with a giggle, taking another sip from her pint glass.

"Yeah?" the bartender responds. "And why should his brother get a say?"

Franny can't hold it back anymore, and snorts into her beer, shaking with laughter.

Her Uncle Mickey finally seems to be catching on, an award-winning scowl forming on his face.

"My brothers are all in jail," he shares gruffly, watching the bartender's eyes widen. "Ian is my husband. And last time a guy came on to me in this place, Ian laid him the fuck out."

"Wait, what?" Franny asks, beer glass smacking down on the bartop. The bartender is backing up, tossing Mickey's ID down with frantic apologies, but she isn't paying attention to him anymore.

"Nothing kid," Mickey says lightly, waving her off, but she isn't deterred.

"Nuh-uh," she says with a shake of her head. "You gotta tell me now. You guys have been here before?"

He groans into his own, still-untouched drink. "It was a long time ago, kid. Before we got married."

Franny stares. "No way," she breathes out. "Are you telling me this is the place where--"

Mickey sighs. "Where he proposed, yeah," he admitted. "After we knocked out each other's dates." He took a moment to glance around the room. "Surprised the place is still here, really."

Franny desperately wants to hear more, but they're interrupted by a different man behind the bar, this one wearing a manager's lanyard and twisting his hands together nervously.

"Are you Mickey Milkovich?" the new arrival asks cautiously.

"Yeah," Mickey answers slowly. "What's it to ya?"

The manager gulps audibly. "I'm...I'm going to have to ask you to leave, sir," he manages to spit out. "I'm afraid you're still banned from this establishment."

Mickey starts to curse, and Franny almost falls off her stool laughing. When they're escorted out a moment later, she claps a hand on his shoulder.

"Only you, Uncle Mickey," she gets out between chuckles. "Only you."

He shrugs her off with a grumble, but she can see him smiling.

#fic request #daily speedwrite #background gallavich #mickey milkovich #franny gallagher #uncle mickey #fanfic #working through requests one a day #feel free to keep them coming

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party-gilmore · 3 years

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19 year old Dean sneaking out of the motel with clumsily smudged eye makeup and lipstick that Rhonda assured him via text would actually be pretty perfectly on brand and her sequiny borrowed clothes hidden under his dad's big jacket.

He doesnt understand why she told him to dress like this, but the panties thing was pretty nice, so he's willing to trust her... it helps that Dad was so damn wasted he knew there's no way he'd wake up while Dean was on the way out. Getting back in might be a different story, but he's got a change of clothes stashed in the Impala if he needs to swap out before sneaking back in.

Once he gets there, once Rhonda shows him a world he didn't even know existed right under his nose, it becomes more of a tradition. In fact, it becomes the only tradition he feels like he can share with these other people, these... these other queer people.

It's the only connection, the only experience, the only part of his strange hunter's upbringing that he feels like lines up with their own stories. The only part of their culture he feels like he can share, like he can actually be a part of.

Sneaking out, flashy skimpy gender bending clothes hidden from overbearing parents under layers upon layers, changing somewhere along the way or even in the tiny little restrooms of whatever skeevy dive is playing the movie in tonight's town of choice, sharing That Look with the other boys swapping their getups in the same dingy toilet, the confidence building as he strips layer after layer, tearing down his own defenses of Flannel and Denim and Dad's Jacket to raise a wall of freedom and expression and self love, and it always scary every time but in a good way, the way he feels at the top of a roller coaster, gripping the lap bar and so, so ready.

Then after, lingering in the afterglow of the camaraderie and companionship, the same feeling of mutual dread creeping across the little gaggle of young adults he finds himself drawn to as they start the slow trudge back to real life. The layers going back on. The Flannel. The Denim. Dad's Jacket.

The envy as they watch a lot of the older folks and even some of the younger ones - a little bit more every year, as time goes by - laughing and smiling and sparing a quick moment for a mournful but understanding glance in the direction of those who have to build their walls back up before getting into their cars. Heading back home as they are.

Unafraid not to change back.

He never talks about it. Not even when Sam mentions offhand about a show he attended once in college. Just makes a snarky comment about corsets and Tim Curry that has Sam punching him hard in the arm with a reprimand about being bigoted. That's fine. Dean would still rather that than have people know the truth. Not yet, anyway.

He doesn't talk about it to Cas, either. It's not just because it doesn't seem like it would be up the guy's alley, although he was admittedly tempted when putting together his list of things show the falling angel all of what humanity has to offer. He doesn't doubt that even if it's not the guy's cup of tea, Cas would still find it to be beautiful in some way. Probably like, as a tableau of humanity at its purest, most free, or some sappy shit like that.

No, the reason Dean doesn't tell Cas is because it's still too intimate of a thing for him, and with this... whatever it is that's been slipping between, growing stronger with each pass around, he's afraid that letting Cas into that part of his life would leave him tumbling to quickly, too recklessly, into something he knows he's not ready for. Besides, he hasn't been to a show in years anyway. Not since hell.

But then one day.

One day Jack is sitting at the kitchen table, nervously admitting that he's been talking to some kids in town, and he really likes them, and... and not just the girls. Not just one of them either. The whole group. And he doesnt know if that's weird or not and he doesn't know what to do and he doesn't know if that's normal... do other people feel this way? Are there other people out there who are... like me? Or is this... a nephilim thing. Am I the only one.

And for a moment Dean wonders if it would be weird, taking his kid to go see it. But then he thinks about some of the older couples he'd met and talked too, who'd been excited to introduce their kids around Dean's age. Like taking your kid out to a bar for their 21st. A moment to show them a world they could be a part of, as they grow into who they are. To help them find their place in it.

Dean rarely ever let himself wish for things to be Other Than They Are, trying to be enough of a realist to not get stuck in wistful what ifs and maybes. But in those moments? Those moments he found himself wishing for a parent like that. Not that Rhonda's introduction to it wasn't pretty damn great, but the thought of it being a parent, a... a dad, showing him a world he could be a part of and saying 'it's okay, I'm part of it too, go enjoy it but know that I'm here with you when you need me,' it was... well.

Dean clears his throat, realizing just how long Jack's anxious silence had gone on while his brain rattled around in the past.

"Hey kid, how uh... how about we catch a movie tonight? That older theater, the one that's... not the Regal, what's it called... uh, whichever. They're playing Rocky Horror tonight."

Jack's head tilts at the apparent subject change, in the way that reminds Dean so much of Cas, and for a moment he almost calls down the hall to invite the angel along.

But no, he settles back into his original plan. This is a Him And Jack kinda thing. This time, at least.

"A horror movie?"

"Haha, no, not quite," Dean grins, standing and ruffling the kids hair. "C'mon. I know none of my old stuff fits me anymore, so I'll need new gear anyway. I'll take you to pick out an outfit. Bring your ID."

#supernatural #bi dean winchester #queer jack kline #i just have a lot of feelings about rocky horror and what it means for me okay?#dean winchester #jack kline

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kjack89 · 3 years

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E studying late in the library, R as the late-night security guard

The only sound that came from the far corner of the second floor of the library was the steady, and occasionally emphatic, clacking of laptop keys as Enjolras hunched over his laptop. He only paused to grab a sip of coffee or swipe a notification from Twitter off of his phone screen, and as the time crept past midnight, he showed no sign of slowing down.

At least, he showed no sign until, without warning, the lights turned off.

Enjolras looked up, his face lit only by his laptop screen. “Hello?” he called, but no one answered. “Is anyone there?”

Again, there was no answer, and Enjolras glanced at first the time on his phone screen and then at the document he was working on, which was no closer to being done than it had been when he had started working on it some two hours prior, and he groaned. “God damnit,” he sighed, standing up and grabbing his phone and, after only a moment of hesitation, his coffee.

He made his way to the stairs, guided by the dim glow of the exit sign. Luckily, the lights were on in the stairwell, and Enjolras made his way to the ground floor. The lights were also off on the first floor, and Enjolras scowled before catching sight of a light from an office behind the circulation desk.

Enjolras stalked over and rapped his knuckles against the desk. “Hello?” he called, peering into the office. There was a man in there, lounging in his chair, and Enjolras raised his voice. “Excuse me?” The man did not look up and Enjolras scowled in irritation before practically bellowing, “Excuse me!”

The man startled upright, blinking owlishly through the window at Enjolras before standing and making his way to the office door. “Can I help you?” he asked mildly, which caused Enjolras’s blood pressure to skyrocket.

“Someone turned the lights off,” he said stiffly.

The man raised one dark eyebrow. “Pardon?”

Enjolras ground his teeth together. “On the second floor,” he said. “Someone turned the lights off.”

Leaning casually against the doorway and crossing his arms in front of his chest – Enjolras tried not to stare at how his t-shirt stretched across his chest as he did – the man then had the audacity to smile at him. “I’m sure they did.”

“Right,” Enjolras said, tearing his eyes away from the tattoo on the man’s bicep. “Only, I’m trying to get some work done and that normally requires, y’know, light.”

The man nodded. “One might think.”

Enjolras counted to five in his head to try and stop from yelling. “Are you going to turn the lights back on?”

The man tugged at the collar of his university t-shirt as he considered it. “No.”

“What?”

“No, I’m not going to turn the lights back on.”

Enjolras stared at him, his mouth hanging open, before drawing himself up to glare at him. “And why the hell not?” he demanded.

The man shrugged. “Library closed at midnight.”

Enjolras blinked. “Since when?”

“Since we’re operating under summer break hours,” the man told him, sounding far too amused, and Enjolras scowled again.

“It’s May.”

The man smiled lazily at him. “Your grasp of the calendar year notwithstanding, the semester’s over, so the library is no longer open 24/7.”

Enjolras tried very hard not to seethe. “So you’re kicking me out.”

The man shrugged again. “I mean, I’m not gonna bodily remove you from the building or something, but yeah, I am gonna ask you nicely to leave, and if you refuse, I’ll probably have to call campus security.”

Enjolras’s brow furrowed. “You’re not campus security?”

“I’m library security,” the man corrected. “There’s a difference.”

“What’s the difference?” Enjolras asked sourly.

“Slightly less fascist,” the man said cheerfully, and Enjolras almost smiled. Keyword being almost. “Also I’m a student, and mostly I’m here to make sure folks swipe their IDs when they come in and to stop folks from walking out with books they haven’t checked out.”

Enjolras cocked his head. “And what’s the punishment for that?”

“Normally me escorting them to the checkout counter so that they can check them out.”

Enjolras huffed a dry laugh. “I’m not getting the vibe that you have a lot of authority here.”

The man chuckled. “That’s because I don’t.” He hesitated before adding, “My name’s Grantaire. And you are…?”

“Not sharing my name to prevent you from sharing it with campus security,” Enjolras replied coolly.

Grantaire grinned. “That’s a mouthful, your parents must’ve really hated you.”

Enjolras smiled slightly as well. “I mean, they did, but not for that reason.”

Grantaire took a step towards him. “If I promise not to report you, will you tell me your name?”

“How about you turn the lights on the second floor back on?” Enjolras countered.

“They’re on a timer, and I don’t have the means of overriding it, so unless you want me to stand up there holding my flashlight up for you to read by…”

Enjolras smirked. “Now that is a tempting thought.”

Grantaire gave him what Enjolras imagined he thought of as a pleading look. “C’mon, tell your name. I can go through the records of ID swipes, but I’d really rather not have to take that kind of time.”

“Why do you want to know my name so badly?” Enjolras asked.

“Because I have a feeling I’m going to be seeing a lot of you this summer,” Grantaire said archly. “Besides, I like to know the name of the cute guy I’ve been flirting with for the last fifteen minutes.”

Enjolras opened his mouth to scoff, or to tell him that this wasn’t flirting, or to do any number of things to rebuff the implication, but instead, what came out was, “Enjolras.”

Grantaire blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“My name is Enjolras.”

“Enjolras,” Grantaire repeated, a slow smile crossing his face. “Wow, your parents really did hate you.”

“Almost as much as yours,” Enjolras shot back, “naming you Grantaire.”

Grantaire laughed. “Like you said, mine did too, but not because of the name.” He hesitated. “Why don’t you work down here?”

Enjolras blinked. “What?”

“I can’t turn the lights back on upstairs, and the only lights are going to be in stairwells or around emergency exits, or here, at my desk. As comfortable as I imagine studying in the stairwell would be, I’m pretty sure I can rustle up another chair for you.”

The offer took him by surprise, and Enjolras hesitated, trying to find a good reason not to and coming up short. “Are you going to watch TV all night?”

Grantaire shrugged. “Maybe. But I can put some headphones on if it’ll bother you.”

Enjolras’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t you sort of need to pay attention to the security of the building?”

“Yes, because I’m sure all of the students who have gone home for the summer are planning to break into the library,” Grantaire said dryly.

Enjolras laughed lightly. “Well, when you put it like that…”

Grantaire perked up. “So is that a yes?”

Enjolras hesitated for only a moment more before jerking a nod. “Let me grab my stuff.”

Grantaire grinned. I’ll be here.”

“I’m sure you will,” Enjolras muttered, turning around to grab his things from upstairs. He knew that he should just go home, or maybe move to Starbucks or the student union, both of which he was pretty sure were still open 24/7.

But if he was being honest, he was mostly just working to have something to do while he waited for Combeferre and Courfeyrac to get back to campus. And besides, whether or not it was flirting, if Enjolras was being entirely honest, he hadn’t entirely hated the conversation he’d had with Grantaire.

Even if Grantaire was two steps away from being a fascist cop.

His mind made up, Enjolras gathering his belongings and made his way back to the circulation desk, letting himself behind the desk and joining Grantaire back in the office, where, true to his word, Grantaire had procured another chair. “Voila,” Grantaire said, grinning up at him, and Enjolras set his stuff down on the desk, glancing at the computer screen, which was paused on an advertisement.

“What are you watching?” he asked.

Grantaire glanced at the computer as if he’d completely forgotten he was watching anything. “Oh, uh, Brooklyn Nine-Nine.”

“Seriously?” Enjolras demanded.

“Yeah, well, it’s quite popular—”

Enjolras snorted. “Sure, it’s copaganda repackaged into a sitcom, what’s not to love?”

Grantaire whistled lowly. “Wow, you must be fun at parties.”

“I make it my business not to attend too many parties,” Enjolras retorted.

Grantaire looked amused. “I’m not entirely sure that’s the comeback you think it is.”

Enjolras had realized the same thing, and flushed slightly. “Seriously, though, don’t you understand what role shows like Brooklyn Nine-Nine or Law & Order or—”

“Or Chicago PD or NCIS or CSI when it was still airing,” Grantaire continued, nodding officiously.

Enjolras glared at him. “My point,” he said icily, “is that these shows have engendered in the American public a tacit complicity in the ever-expanding and increasing militarization of our police.”

Grantaire nodded. “They sure do.”

“You agree with me?” Enjolras asked.

Grantaire raised an eyebrow. “That surprises you?”

Enjolras shrugged. “I mean, I was expecting even boilerplate pushback about how it’s ‘just a show’ or something like that.”

“Entertainment is as much a reflection of society as it is a tool to shape it,” Grantaire said, propping his feet up on the desk. “Only an idiot would argue against that.”

“And I’m meant to believe you’re no idiot,” Enjolras said dryly. “So then are you just...ok with the militarization of our police?”

Grantaire sighed. “Of course not.”

“Ok, so you acknowledge the role shows like this play, and you are against said role, but you’re watching it anyway?”

Grantaire considered it for a moment. “Yeah, sounds about right,” he said cheerfully.

Enjolras stared at him. “But...why?”

“Because I believe you can critically engage with the media you consume while also, y’know, consuming it,” Grantaire said. “Besides, it’s funny.” Enjolras shook his head slowly but Grantaire didn’t let him speak, instead patting the seat next to him invitingly. “Look, you and I can and probably will argue about this all night, but how about you sit for it? I’m getting a crick in my neck looking up at you.”

Enjolras’s eyes narrowed. “Maybe that’s not such a bad thing.”

“Really?” Grantaire asked mildly. “I would think you of all people would be more in favor of an egalitarian seating arrangement.”

Even though Enjolras glared at him, he nonetheless sat down. “Fine,” he said stiffly. “But don’t think that this conversation is done.”

Grantaire grinned at him. “I wouldn’t dream of it. Besides, I’ve got all night. Are you going somewhere?”

This time, Enjolras didn’t hesitate. “I’m not going anywhere.”

#Enjolras #Grantaire #Enjolras x Grantaire #exr #enjoltaire #ask #answered #hey nonny #les miserables #fanfiction #one shot #modern au #developing relationship #prompt fill #Anonymous

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transthaumaturge · 4 years

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Squirrel Girl is Super Gay for her Roommate and I Want Everyone to Know

A gay infodump of sensible length by Rachel Tikvah

ALRIGHT, SO The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl was the very first comic that I ever read regularly, back when I was looking for more stories with strong female protagonists but didn't really know why. Back then I just thought I really liked strong female characters and not that I was being gay on main, but now I know the truth. The comic had a 5-year run, and it was the first time that Squirrel Girl, AKA Doreen Green, had had her own series. She had a brief run in the mid-2000's where she was established as someone who could beat up Thanos with her bare hands well, more like squirrel hands but was mostly a joke character that happened to be incredibly buff and had indestructible plot armor. USG decided that Doreen's next major life goal would be to enroll in college to become a computer scientist, because her writer, Ryan North, is really into computer science and they basically gave him free rein over Squirrel Girl canon for five whole years. Like, a solid third of the plots are solved with some kind of computer science smarts. It’s really cool. Anyway this is Doreen in one of the gayest solo pictures I could find of her on short notice, which is also one of the variant covers from the actual series:

And this is her college roommate, Nancy Whitehead:

I'm like, 99% certain that Ryan North intended for them to end up as a couple and Disney!Marvel told him no. So he decided to make them AS GAY FOR EACH OTHER AS POSSIBLE without explicitly saying that they were a couple, and it ended up going under the radar. What follows is evidence for that claim. I’m going to put a "read more” after this so it doesn’t clutter everyone’s dashboards, but please read on if you’re interested. There’s a lot of cute gayness after this point. I’m also going to put all of the image descriptions at the end, since they take up a lot of space and I don’t want to break up the flow of the post. Finally, a quick spoiler alert for one arc in the middle of the series and a couple major plot points from the final few issues.

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES

So for a while it was just kind of hinted at that they’re in a relationship, mostly because they were basically domestic life partners for like, two whole years in-universe before the comic run ended. But it really came to a head with an arc that was ran about 2/3 of the way through the series. Some pictures of them being, like, so cute together in general and/or talking about how much they care about each other before I get to that arc, though:

Also Doreen describes her and Nancy's cat as "co-parented" in one of the last issues:

ANYWAY, THE ARC. THE HYPERTIME ARC. So one of the villains created for the Squirrel Girl run (I think they liked making weird shit canon just because they could) was a dude who went by the name "EpicCrimez". He’s a crime streamer. He livestreams his crimes to an online audience. I don't know. *Throws up hands*

He had some kind of laser gun that he built out of scavenged alien tech but didn't really know what it did, so he shot it at Doreen and Nancy for kicks. It shot them into hypertime, so suddenly the rest of the world was moving at a fraction of the pace that they were. They were moving so quickly that they were slated to live out their entire lives over the span of a single weekend if they didn't figure out how to reverse the effects. And...they did. Live out their entire lives together. For the two of them, they were the only two people in the world. There were other people, but they looked like statues unless you spent a very long time observing them. Doreen and Nancy grew old together in a world where they only had each other. This is an incredibly cute domestic scene from a little while after they found themselves in hypertime:

Gosh, I wish I could find more official art from that arc of them just living together, it was so good. But the point is, they were both old by the time that Nancy figured out how to get them out of hypertime. And it wasn't ideal. Their bio signatures were stored in the gun that EpicCrimez shot, and they could essentially "reboot" their bodies from when they were first shot and send themselves back into the regular timestream. But they wouldn't remember anything about the life that they had shared together. Nancy almost didn't want to do it. She raised the possibility of them just living out the rest of their lives together, because she didn't want to forget their life together. This is the conversation they had:

"I don't regret any of it. I don't want to lose it, and I don't want to lose us." "You're not getting rid of me that easily." Every time I look at that last picture, which took up an entire page of the comic, I start to cry. We’re seeing the final moments of two people who love each other more than anything, who were each other's entire lives, savoring their last moments together and wondering what the future holds. Sacrificing the life that they built together so that their younger selves could live a better, fuller one. Dying in each other’s arms, scared but comforted by the fact that they had each other. And then the arc ends, and they can't remember anything, so the status quo is restored. They have some paintings they made of each other while they were living together in hypertime, but they move on pretty quickly without ever knowing the significance of those lived decades. Still, it's clear in the arcs that follow and the adventures they embarked on afterward that they would die for each other. All of that continues until the end of the last arc. Their shared apartment's been blown up at this point by a supervillain who wanted to ruin Doreen’s life before eventually killing her. And in the aftermath of the fight, they're sifting through the wreckage for anything that survived (don't worry, the cat got out in time) when they find the picture that they painted of themselves during the hypertime arc:

They have a really cute conversation about how this chapter of their life is over, but they're going to be okay and they're going to build a new life together. And then Nancy basically tells Doreen that she can't live without her:

And then Doreen says something super queer-coded about how she likes the idea of the world knowing her secret identity now:

On the very last page of the comic, after all of the action is over and the series is about to end, they're talking to each other in what's supposed to be a twitter thread and Doreen asks Nancy a very thinly veiled question about whether she still wants to spend time with her now that her identity's out. She pretends it's about a class project, but it's really not about the class project. Here's how that conversation goes:

With no knowledge of what happened during the weekend when they shared their entire lives together, without ever having heard Doreen say it to her before, Nancy’s heart still knows which words to choose. "...you're not getting rid of me that easily. <3" I believe that the author of the series, Ryan North, did as much as he possibly could to portray them as a couple without saying it outright. And as the last piece of evidence to support that claim, I want to share a response he wrote in one of the series' last-ever letter columns:

"as for more Doreen and Nancy, I hope so too. A Squirrel Girl book without Nancy would feel like--like--like some sort of hypothetical "Super" "Man" book without an equally hypothetical "Lois" "Lane"!" It's easy to write off this analysis as wishful thinking, or as a misreading of the subtext. But when the author of the series says that these two characters are meant to always be together and compares them to one of the most famous couples in any comic series ever, it's clear that there's more to it than that.

Some Additional Thoughts: 1) Doreen and Nancy are both probably bisexual or pansexual, since they both expressed romantic interest in men throughout the series but they’re both clearly interested in each other too. There might be an element of demiromanticism there as well if part of the reason that they’re into each other romantically is because of how emotionally close they’ve become over the years. I want to make sure that that facet of their romantic orientations doesn’t get erased, because bi and pan folks get erased enough as it is. Neither Doreen nor Nancy are lesbians, just super-cool WLWs.

2) HERE’S WHAT THE ISSUE 50 VARIANT COVER LOOKED LIKE

That’s NOT a fun, totally straight way to pose with your platonic gal pal. They’re so incredibly cute together! I have no words! In Closing If you got this far, thank you so much for letting me talk to you about a comic that’s very important to me, and a couple in that comic that I care about very much. I spent way too long making this (six hours and counting), mostly in writing the image descriptions, and I’m very proud of my work but very tired now. Hyperfixation is a hell of a drug. If this resonated with you, please consider reblogging it so that more folks can see it. If not, even a like is nice. I’d also love to engage with people who have their own thoughts, so feel free to leave some comments in the notes if you’ve got an idea/a reaction/any additional cute Doreen/Nancy scenes that you’d like to share with me. At any rate, this post has gone on long enough and I don’t want to ask y’all to read any more than you have to. So have a great day, good morning / afternoon / night, and stay safe. Thanks again for reading! ~Rachel Tikvah, AKA @transthaumaturge Image Descriptions: Image 1: [ID: Squirrel Girl, a young woman with light skin, is posing in front of a brick wall that she seems to have crashed through, leaving a perfect outline of her body. She’s facing away but looking backwards over her shoulder at us and smiling. She’s flexing upward with her right arm and has her left fist resting on her left hip. Her sidekick, a squirrel named Tippy-Toe, is standing in the cutout she left in the wall and is making the same exact pose while wearing a light pink bow around her neck. Squirrel Girl is wearing brown lace-up boots, fur-lined hot pants over grey tights, and a brown fur-lined jacket with sleeves that come up to her forearms and a symbol of an acorn embroidered into the back. She’s also wearing a hairband with fake squirrel ears on it over short reddish-brown hair. She has a large squirrel tail coming out of her hot pants that sweeps down in a curve behind her lower legs. The illustration is drawn so that everything is bathed in the light of a sunset, and Doreen is casting shadows on the wall in front of her.] Image 2: [ID: Two frames depicting a scene between Doreen and Nancy in their college dorm room, with many cardboard boxes still not unpacked and sitting on a bare bed mattress. Nancy Whitehead is a young woman with dark brown skin and short, curly black hair. She's wearing black tights, a white dress-top, and a yellow cardigan over that. Her arms are crossed as she holds her white cat, Mew, against her chest. Doreen is wearing grey tights and a black long-sleeve shirt with a wide collar and white stripes across the chest. She's holding Tippy-Toe up to Nancy with both hands so she can see her better. The following dialogue ensues: Nancy: "A squirrel? But weren't you the one who was all about pets not being allowed in--" Doreen: "Yeah, I know. But this really interesting person I met today told me that obeying an unjust law is itself unjust." Nancy: "...You know, I was worried I'd get a weird roommate, but you're all right, Doreen Green."] Image 3: [ID: Doreen and Nancy are both sitting on a lavender-pink couch in nightclothes. Doreen has short, orange hair. She is wearing a loose-fitting grey long-sleeve shirt and steel-blue cutoff shorts; Nancy has cropped black hair. She is wearing a dark purple top with sleeves that come down to her upper arms, and loose-fitting navy-blue shorts that come down to her lower thighs. Doreen is side-hugging Nancy as she says, with an ecstatically happy smile, “Nancy, you’re the greatest. You know that, right?” Nancy gives Doreen a full smile as she responds, “I’d always suspected it, but it is nice to have it confirmed.”] Image 4: [ID: Nancy is shown from the shoulders up. She has short, curly black hair. She’s wearing large, disc-shaped gold dangle earrings, and a red jacket with prominent shoulders and a yellow collar. She’s fixing the observer with an angry, determined stare as she says, “She knows this man wouldn’t dream about betraying her, or he’d have to answer to me.”] Image 5: [ID: Doreen and Nancy are eating breakfast at the brown, circular kitchen table in their apartment. Doreen’s wearing a skin-tight athletic crop top that’s striped in black, red, white, and blue. Her arm muscles are well-defined and clearly visible as she puts a spoon in her mouth, closing her eyes as she does so. She has a bowl of cereal in front of her, and half a banana in front of that. Nancy is sitting to her left in a pink camisole top that’s also exposing her muscles, scrolling through something on her smartphone. Her hair is in a yellow fabric wrap that’s knotted on one side of her head. A cup of coffee sits in front of her. The clear blue sky is visible through the window centered on the wall behind them.] Image 6: [ID: Nancy and Doreen are facing away from the vantage point, walking towards an Empire State University campus building and holding hands with their fingers intertwined. Nancy is wearing a long knee-length grey coat and black knee-high boots, with a baby-blue side bag hanging from her left shoulder. Doreen is wearing a magenta sweatshirt with the periwinkle-lined hood down, light brown form-fitting denim pants, and black ankle-high boots, with a dark brown side bag hanging from her right shoulder. Trees and bushes hem the walkway in on either side. The building in front of them is dark red, with glass doors and a row of floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor. Doreen is saying “...we’re just going to have to take the long way around.”] Image 7: [ID: Doreen is facing towards the vantage point and is visible from the legs up, standing in front of a pile of rubble in the background. She’s wearing high-waisted light blue shorts over black tights, and a red windbreaker with sleeves ending at her upper arms that’s opened to reveal a white t-shirt underneath. Tippy-Toe is sitting on her shoulder. There are two people facing Doreen, each slightly in frame and silhouetted in black against the light of the setting sun. Doreen is fixing them with an angry, determined expression, resting her right fist at her hip while she gesticulates with her left hand and says, “So! I don’t know about you all, but Melissa kidnapping my friend and blowing up my life and my house and almost blowing up my co-parented cat makes me feel like giving her a piece of my mind. Friends...”] Image 8: [ID: A full comic page. EpicCrimez is looking like a dork in a green and black skin-tight jumpsuit, bright red ski goggles, and a green wig cap with his brown hair sticking out the back in a mullet. He’s standing inside a jewelry store and holding up a fist of expensive gems and pearls-on-strings as holds up his smartphone and speaks into it. He’s facing off against Squirrel Girl, with her allies Koi Boi and Chipmunk Hunk on her right, and Nancy and Brain Drain on the left. The following scene ensues: EpicCrimez: “And for those of you just tuning in, welcome to another successful heist by your boy EpicCrimez, streaming live! Now with 10% more live crime action than any other streamer! Don’t forget to like and subscribe!! I know some of you in EpicCrimez Nation have been forgetting to do that lately. Not acceptable.” Squirrel Girl: “You picked the wrong small business to rob, crime-initiator! Because this mall is protected by super heroes.” Brain Drain: “HELLO” SG: “And also an unrelated civilian friend I brought along too!” Nancy: (Not looking up from her phone) “ ‘Sup.” EC: “Check it out--Squirrel Girl and her miscellaneous friends are here! It’s action you won’t find on any other channel!” SG: “Are you...streaming your robberies?” (Nancy pockets her phone) EC: “Yeah I am! For money reasons! And with you “heroes” in it, I’ll make even more!” SG: (Whispering to Nancy:) “Question: a fight scene just gets him more traffic, which lets him profit from this crime even more--so does this mean we don’t fight him?” N: (Whispering back:) “I feel like letting him go causes more harm, but I look forward to us teasing apart the moral implications of this later.” SG: “Nice.” SG: (No longer whispering:) “I’ll like and subscribe, EpicCrimez! I’ll like fighting crime, and subscribe... to a worldview wherein the strong protect the weak!” EC: “Oh my gosh, are you like wholesome Spider-Man or something??” At the bottom of the page, small text says: “Wholesome Spider-Man, Wholesome Spider-Man/Does whatever a wholesome spider can/Is he tough?/Listen bud/He’s here to hear you talk about your day and tell you it’ll all be fine while taking you out for your favorite meal for dinner because he knows you deserve it.”] Image 9: [ID: Another full comic page. Doreen and Nancy are in their apartment together, and their friends Tomas and Brian (AKA Chipmunk Hunk and Brain Drain respectively) are frozen as they look down at the machine that Nancy is on her knees in front of, working on. Nancy, barefoot, is wearing cerulean-blue athletic pants, a black long-sleeve spandex shirt without shoulders, and narrow-framed glasses. Her hair is partially covered by a yellow cloth head wrap tied on the left side, with black dreadlocks spilling out the side and back. The machine in front of her is made of dull grey metal, about a meter tall and roughly circular. Wires dangle out of a hatch that Nancy is fiddling with. Doreen is wearing a flowing, dark-purple pantsuit with wide, ankle-length legs and a halter top with the sleeves tied off at her shoulders. Her shoes are light-brown ankle boots with a horizontal gap on the bridge of each foot. Her wavy orange hair is parted in the middle and down past her shoulders. She looks incredibly cute. The following scene ensues: Doreen: “What do you think?” Nancy: “I think--come on you stupid screw--I think we’re still years away from this thing working, if it ever does. Who knew time machine construction is really hard, except of course for everyone who has attempted it?” (She wipes her forehead with the back of her hand) D: “Hah! No, I mean my new outfit.” N: (Looking up and checking her gf out:) “Doreen! You look amazing!!” D: “Liberated it from a very expensive department store uptown!” N: (Now standing) “Tony paid for it?” D: Tony will eventually discover he was kind enough to leave some expensive jewelry in trade, yes. I pinned a note to him so he knows.” N: “There really are advantages to being friends with billionaire playboy genius philanthropists.” D: “Right?!” N: (Taking Doreen’s hands in hers:) “It’s a shame we can’t take a picture of you all dolled up.” D: “Not without standing still for a few months, yeah. But I was thinking about that. I picked up something else at another store downtown. Thought maybe it could help us with that.” (Holding up a shopping bag with one hand while still holding onto Nancy’s hand with the other:) “Nancy Whitehead, I thought you and I might take up painting sometime.” At the bottom of the page, small text says: “Tony Stark moves from meeting to meeting, his body accumulating dozens of notes every second. He sighs. Stuff like this didn’t happen before he knew Doreen. But then he smiles, because after all...stuff like this didn’t happen before he knew Doreen.”] Images 10-16: [ID: Several pages worth of comic frames, posted together to depict one scene. Doreen and Nancy are now old women, likely in their seventies or eighties. Doreen has short, grey hair. She’s wearing a tan button-up waistcoat and an orange ascot, brown flats with an olive-green skirt, knee-length and softly pleated. Her tail is sticking out the back of her skirt over the top, bushy and brown but with stiffer, less-dense hair. Nancy has her grey-black hair done up in a ponytail, a mass of tight curls behind her head. She’s wearing thin oval glasses, black dress pants, black flats, and a lavender cardigan with a flower motif along the edges, open to show the yellow-orange top underneath. They’re standing in front of a completed time machine. On either side are tall pieces of machinery, and in the middle is a round, flat metal dais hooked up to everything else with snaking cables. The following scene ensues: Nancy: “So...this is it, babe. The new machine.” Doreen: “Your secret project! Nancy, it looks like you started from scratch!” N: That’s because I did. I finally realized our old machine was never going to work. Maybe if we had a few more decades, but...there’s no time. And given that our backs are to the wall, I took a risk. I disassembled the gun right down to the metal, and examined all the parts. And I did find something: a data chip. Doreen, the gun stored our bio signatures when it us.” D: “What are you saying?” N: “I’m saying my new machine won’t send us back in time, and we’ll still have lost a weekend of real time. But it will restore our bodies to normal time.” D: (Hugging Nancy tight:) “Nancy! You saved us!!” N: (Resting her hands on Doreen’s shoulders:) “Not--quite. There’s a catch, Doreen. Our bodies will make it...but we won’t. Look, Doreen...I’m an old woman. I’ve spent most of my life in hypertime. This wasn’t how I saw my life going, but...I don’t regret any of it. I don’t want to lose it, and I don’t want to lose us.” D: “I don’t understand.” N: “It’s like restoring from backup. Our bodies will be restored to how they were the moment we were first hit. But--that necessarily includes our brains, too. Everything we’ve done since we entered hypertime--our entire lives spent together...we’ll forget.” (She looks at Doreen in distress) D: “I don’t either, Nancy. You’ve been the most important person in my life. But if we do go back--we can do it again. All of it. It might not happen again quite the same way, but--well, like you say...we’ll have all the time in the world.” N: (Their faces inches apart, they both tilt their heads down and smile sadly:) “Twist my arm, why don’t you.” (They both step onto the dais holding hands, and blue energy starts to ripple around them:) “You filled up Spidey’s web-shooters before we go?” D: “Yep. Again.” N: “You and me, saving the world.” D: “Well,” (holding Nancy’s hand in both of her own) "No reason we can’t do it twice.” N: “You know, there’s a chance things could turn out differently, now that we’ll have video games to distract us. In 40 years we might decide we don’t like hanging out after all.” D: (Hugging Nancy even tighter than before as the energy from the time machine starts to envelop them, resting her face in the nape of Nancy’s neck:) “Nah. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”] Image 17: [ID: Doreen and Nancy are sifting through the charred rubble of their apartment as night starts to fall around them. Doreen is wearing faded blue jeans and a navy blue t-shirt with a Captain America star in the middle. Over top of the shirt, she’s wearing a dark reddish-brown leather vest with four metal studs at the four points of the folded-out collar. Nancy is wearing black tights and a light green long-sleeve shirt with olive-green sleeves. The front of the shirt has a picture of Cat-Thor, Cat God of Cat Thunder’s head on it. The following scene ensues: Doreen: “So I know we’re only a few hours into it, Nancy, but I think my identity being public isn’t gonna be as bad as I thought.” Nancy: “Oh?” D: “Yeah, Tony’s given me lots of tips, and it does honestly help to know that my parents are protected by a robot tree with laser eyes and my friends live in a city with the most super heroes per square mile.” N: “Most super villains too, but--Hold on. I think I found it.” (Nancy lifts a picture frame out of the wreckage, charred around the edges but otherwise no worse for wear. It has a painting inside of it of Doreen and Nancy, arm-in-arm, from hypertime. Doreen is wearing the lavender pantsuit from before, and Nancy is wearing a tight-fitting lilac dress.) “...And it looks like you and I made it through just fine.”] Images 18-19: [ID: Two later comic panels from the same scene. They’re wearing the same outfits, but Nancy’s now cradling her white cat, Mew, in the crook of her left arm while she holds onto the picture frame with her right hand. The following scene ensues: Doreen: “Come on, let’s talk about it! If we’re starting a new chapter in our lives, and we can decide what’s in it, what do you want it to contain?” Nancy: “Doreen...” D: “What are the three things you can’t live without, Nancy Whitehead?” N: (Holding up the picture so that Doreen can see it:) “Fine. If you must know, all this girl needs to be happy are cats and squirrels and knitting and computers and friends and secret tattoos and super heroes and lots and lots of love. Also food and shelter. And water. And internet.” D: “That’s more than three things.”] Image 20: [ID: Same scene as before, a single frame with a close-up on Doreen from her chest upwards. Doreen cups her chin with one of her hands and says, “Honestly--I thought about it. I really did. But I realized that where I am now, I’m safe and I’m loved and I kinda like the idea of not having to lie to people anymore, you know? Even if it is just a lie of omission. I want to share my whole self with the world. I don’t want to have to hide who I am anymore.”] Image 21: [ID: Something resembling a twitter thread, with dialogue between Nancy and Doreen stacked chronologically as horizontal boxes. Their respective names and handles are at the top of each of their comments. Nancy is Nancy W. and @sewwiththeflo, Doreen is Squirrel Girl and @unbeatablesg. The following conversation ensues: Nancy: “You think I’d leave you high and dry??” Doreen: “I think I don’t want our lateness harming your grades and therefore harming your post-secondary education or career choices and therefore harming your ENTIRE LIFE?!” “So yeah I think you should switch to someone else, real talk. I honestly don’t mind, I promise.” Nancy: “Please. If there’s one thing I know about you, about me, and about how we spend our future together, it’s this. Doreen Green...” “...you’re not getting rid of me that easily. <3″] Image 22: [ID: A paragraph of text, black text on a yellow background. “As for more Doreen and Nancy, I hope so too. A Squirrel Girl book without Nancy would feel like--like--like some sort of hypothetical “Super” “Man” book without an equally hypothetical “Lois” “Lane”!”] Image 23: [ID: A group picture of Squirrel Girl and friends sitting down on a grassy hill and watching the sunset together. Kraven the Hunter is in the foreground for some reason, looking almost directly at the camera. In the background we see Koi Boi, Mary Mahajan, Chipmunk Hunk, Brain Drain, and Mew the Cat. In the middle of the shot, Doreen and Nancy sit together. Doreen is in her superhero outfit with Tippy-Toe on her right shoulder, and Nancy is in a yellow cardigan and jeans on Doreen’s left. They’re holding hands, fingers intertwined, as Nancy leans against Doreen with her whole body. Their heads are tilted inward towards each other, the side of Doreen’s head touching the side of Nancy’s, as they look off into the distance together.]

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Requests (5/23/2021)

Hi lovelies! I’ve been getting so many requests & I’m working hard to get all of them in the queue. Thanks for sending them my way! I’m writing to let you know that the queue is now full until the end of June. I was able to get every requests from my May 8th post in there except for a few. Requests from May 8th for captions featuring Katy Perry, Jenna Fischer, Marisol Nichols, Addison Rae, Ariana Grande, Erin Kellyman, Taylor Swift, Billie Eilish, Jhene Aiko, & Kirstin Maldonado will be posted in early July.

But there have been an absolute ton of requests since then too, yay! So I’m listing all the requests that I haven’t gotten to below. If you made a request but don’t see it below that might be for a few reasons. 1) I’ve written it already and it will be posted in June. 2) It’s one of the requests I posted on May 8th so I won’t talk about it here. 3) I considered it a demand not a request (for example, I received two that said “Anything with,” that wasn’t really a request just telling me to do it. Sorry if this bothers some of you but it is an issue with me so make sure you word your requests AS requests). Either way, thanks for the love, lovelies! :D

Anonymous said:

Could you do one with either Kelley O’hara or Alex Morgan from the USWNT about a guy soccer player watching the US win the world cup and then want to be them or something like that?

I actually know who both those are (shockingly enough, I don’t really follow sports) so sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Could you do lorengrey captions? She’s so hot

Sorry sweetie, don’t know who that is. :(

Anonymous said:

Hi I just had an idea for a game you could do. It could be where someone has to say as a boy what they’re like physically in stages. So first stage is hair color for example, second stage could be height, third stage could be body type, etc. An example would be if I was a black hair, short height, thick body type, I would match up with someone like Nicki Minaj. Just an idea which you could extend on. Hopefully it makes sense. I appreciate you!

I actually have a game like this mapped out called “Build a Sissy” where you choose age, hair color, and bra size, but it would take a LOT of work to make so I haven’t written it yet. Maybe some day though. :)

Anonymous said:

I would love to see a Tori Kelly caption. Her hair and body are not typical but beautiful for a white girl. I say that last sentence respectfully. I think having a caption with her would be great

Sure thing! Tori Kelly is a cutie. :)

Anonymous said:

Ok I'm not sure if u'll know these 2 cuz even I had to look them up for the names but anne dudek and maitland ward theyre the 2 blonde sisters from white chicks not sure if uve seen it but if u can could u make a caption for them please?

I DO know who they are! I’ve been thinking about doing a White Chicks caps because there’s a lot of cute looks in that movie (especially for Busy Phillips who I just love) so sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Could u do Yvette nicole brown from community? Id like to see some big girl love

Sure thing!

Anonymous said:

I already know that this request is probably gonna be a No but I still have to ask whats the ruling on GCI enhanced celebrities like Taylor swift from Cats? Or is that too much like "Furry" stuff. Now I'm Feeling this will be a No for multiple reasons

So it is not an issue with CGI “enhanced” celebrities but for Cats it is because I do not have a Furry fetish and I get uncomfortable thinking about writing caps for it. But I write caps with “manips” all the time (photoshopped images of celebs) so I’m not ruling out CGI enhanced celebs all together.

Anonymous said:

Can you do one of Lindsey stirling? And for the story can it be a guy trying to learn Violin but he cant seem to focus he even tried hot female teachers but it didnt work then he gets a male teacher than he starts focusing and wanting to please the teacher he becomes a sissy sorry its a long request

Sounds fun, sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Hi big fan and I think you’ve been doing amazing work. Is there anyway you could do a story about a guy who loses a bet to sorority girl and is forced to get his nails painted and turned into a girl? I love the idea of having a boys nails painted against his will. I’d love one with Selena Gomez but if you think another celeb would be better I leave that cumpletely to you.

Totally! This sounds fun. :D

Anonymous said:

Can you do thelma and Louise?

I’m assuming you mean Geena Davis & Susan Sarandon from Thelma & Louise so yes. Yes I can. :)

Anonymous said:

Can you do a caption from the movie bridesmaids? Like when theyre all trying on dressess or something?

I haven’t seen Bridesmaids (I know I know) but I can try something. :)

Anonymous said:

it would be super cool if you could do some more games! They’re my fav

Glad you like them! As long as I’m not on hiatus, games will be posted every second Saturday. I’ve already got two set for June. :)

Anonymous said:

Hey huge fan of your recent work and super excited about new caps!! Do you think you could do one about a college guy who drops out in pursuit of being a stand up comedian, but the comedy club needs a female comic so they turn him into a girl? I was thinking maybe Nikki Glaser, she so funny and sexy. Thanks can’t wait to see all your new stuff!!

Oooo, Nikki Glaser is great. Sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Can you make a caption about a guy who makes fun of curvy and thicc women, where the women get their revenge and turn the guy into Nia Jax?

You got it!

Anonymous said:

Hi Me again on the topic of the assembly line worker caption sequel if you do it i just an idea for the story like before depicting the sissies "first time" but you can have it be that the coworker doesnt know and is telling everyone about the chick he slept with last night and the sissy is just thinking "if only they knew"idk i thought it was good anyways thank u again

So this message is in reference to a sequel caption that was requested & that I did write and will be posted in June. I’m sharing it here to let the anon know that I wrote the cap BEFORE I got this second request so there will be a followup but the story will be different. I hope that’s ok.

Anonymous said:

Hi idk if u watch wrestling or not I see u have some captions of wwe womens wrestlers but im not sure have far ur knowledge of it is? Could u do a caption of Rhea Ripley if u know her?

I have never seen a single episode of WWE, I do not watch wrestling, and yet somehow every time someone requests a wrestler I know who she is. Don’t ask me how because I do not know. Anyways, yeah I can do a Rhea Ripley one. :)

Anonymous said:

Could you do a caption about a janitor for sissy co. That finds out the strange goings on at work and tries to blow the whistle on the whole operation but is caught and turned into a sissy maid for the sissy co. Corporate office abit specific I know but ive been thinking on that awhile however u do it will be perfect thanks

You got it!

Anonymous said:

Could you do katheryn Hahn from wandavision specifically the 80s look with the Big hair and aerobics outfit

Oooo, sounds nice. I’ll type that up for sure. :)

Anonymous said:

Hi big fan of your caps!! Do you think you could do a cap where a football player wants to go to the NFL but gets hurt, so they turn him into a female commentator, maybe Lauren Rutledge? If you don’t know her, she’s been a college football reporter for awhile and was also a former Miss Florida. Anyways I just think any guy would be lucky to be turned into her and I love your caps keep up the great work!!

Me: *googles Lauren Rutledge to see if it’s who I’m thinking of* How do I know who this is? Anyways, yes I can write this. :)

...for some reason there are no GIFs of her though so I’m just gonna move on.

Anonymous said:

Hi I'm the one that requested the LONG list of celebs I'm still really sorry about that I didnt realize how many it actually was till I looked back so I wanna retract some for your sake tell ya what if you havent done any already just do the ones that are specifically marked (as in the ones detailed by movie or show theyre in) the ones that are just names you can leave out i knoe its still alot but hopefully that takes some weight off of ya sorry again

You don’t have to be sorry! Like I said, in the future I’d ask that folks limit requests to no more than 3 celebs at a time but you didn’t know that. I’d never said that before. I typed up every celebrity and they’re going to be sprinkled in during June. Hope you like them! :)

Anonymous said:

Hello ^^ I love your work. Can u make a caption with the name "jules" and Ariana Grande please? Thank you

Sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Hey, not really an ask, but something I needed to share

I'm the one that asked for the Stephanie Beatriz caption from a whole back, and I absolutely loved how it turned out. Each time you roll out a new caption is like a small thrill to me and I read them right as they're released.

Now this wouldn't be an ask if I wasn't asking something, right? Well, next month sees the release of the "In the Heights" movie, and there's an opportunity there to do a series of captions using stephanie Beatriz from that same movie.

In conclusion, I love your captions so much, you're amazing!

Awww, this is such a sweet message. Thank you! And YAAASSSSS! Ever since the first trailer for In the Heights dropped I was like, “I must write a caption with her in this!” So you can imagine how fun it’s been waiting this entire time. *eye twitches*. We’ll have to wait until the movie comes out for me to be sure I can find a good image but this IS a caption I want to write. :)

Anonymous said:

Hi I just recently came across your blog and fell in love with it!! The caption with the football player being turned into Bella Thorne is one of my favorites!! I’d love so much if you could do a sequel or something to that cap it was so amazing and I need to know what else happens to “her”. I’m not sure if this is possible or if you even do sequels but this cap was great and I look forward to all the others!!!

Glad you like it! I’m always looking for sequel captions to write on Throwback Thursday so you’ll get this for sure. :)

Anonymous said:

Hey big fan! Do you think you could do a caption where a short guy gets made fun of by all his girl friends for how short he is? Ariana Grande is fairly short and I think a caption of her (of age of course) would be awesome

You got it!

Anonymous said:

Can you do one with the bella twins as two guys who fought over the same girl then the girl turns them both into look alikes of her but then they start fighting over the same guy

Yep!

Anonymous said:

Do you know suzy berhow? Or angie Griffin? If so would love a caption of either of them please

Sorry sweetie, I don’t know who those are. :(

Anonymous said:

Would appreciate more Sia captions please when u get the chance

I will remember that. :)

Anonymous said:

Can make some Winnie Harlow caption please? I adore her style

Sorry lovely, I don’t know who that is. :(

Anonymous said:

How about instead of removing the captions with Demi in them ,the images of Demi were just replaced with another celeb and if Demi is mentioned by name in the caption then that could be edited to mention a different celeb. I respect Demi's decision I do but lets not lose some well made captions. Also if you could please make a caption where Amy Adams feminises a fan and raises them as her daughter and Kristen Stewart makes you her submissive wife that would be appreciated. I'm a fan of them.

So about the Demi Lovato captions: I understand your feelings but I’m still going to delete the original captions. Because of how my captions are made I can’t just go back in & swap out an image or edit the text, I have to remake it from the ground up. I am hoping to do that with some (maybe all) of the Demi Lovato captions & re-publish them, but I’m still going to delete the originals.

I can do the Kristen Stewart one for sure and I’ll TRY to do the Amy Adams one I just am not 100% sure I can find a pic for that but we’ll see. :)

Anonymous said:

If it’s possible before your summer hiatus could you do a caption with Amanda Crew (silicon valley, sex drive)?

I will do one with Amanda Crew but I can’t commit to doing it before the hiatus.

About the hiatus: I don’t know when it’s going to be. I want to TRY to make it to at least July 18th because I have a specific game in mind I want to post for 5 years of Celebrity TG Captions games, but after that I have no idea. I’ve been writing caps for a longer stretch of time since normal since I’ve switched to a part-time blog so I might burn out at any second but for right now I’ve still got some juice.

#Not a Caption #Requests #Request

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MIRACLES HAPPEN

DAY ONE: TANGERINE

A/N: Y’ALL! I WAS DUPED! @teakturn puts out a 25 Days of Christmas every year and my dumbass said I would do it too. But I decided to add a little diversity to the culture and we’re doing a Chrismukkah adventure this year on this blog! This is picking up after this request that I got earlier this year. None of this shit is proofread because I am literally just writing by the seat of my pants so read at your own discretion. I will probably end up rewriting this entire mini series in the future. But enjoy it now. If you wanna be tagged, lmk! Also, I know that in In Sight I said there was a cure for COVID. Swap that out for a vaccine y’all. Viruses can’t be cured.

Word Count: 2300

DAY ONE: TANGERINE

December 18, 2022

“Baby you ready?!” Tre called into the house as reached into the basket on his way to the garage. He came up empty handed for the keys to his Lexus. Opening the door to the garage, he saw Sol sitting in the passenger seat of the running car.

Tre walked over to his baby as Sol smirked at him.

“You late again,” she said.

“I’m never late,” Tre said opening the door and climbing in, “You just early as always,” he shot back as he put the car in reverse. Sol playfully rolled her eyes. After two years of being together, this was always their running joke. The first time they’d met, she’d been pacing back and forth awaiting his arrival. Even after finding their own groove, she still found herself being the one waiting for him- but, he always made it worth it so it was hard for her to complain.

Tre pulled out of the driveway and clicked the remote to shut the door. Out of instinct, his hand went to Sol’s thigh when he put it in drive. “Did you grab my yarmulke?” Tre asked as he threw her a glance.

“Please don’t insult me. This ain’t my first feast Nemo.” the indignant manner which she spoke had her and Tre struggling to keep in their bouts of laughter. “Yes, baby. They’re in the backseat.”

“Good. Good. What’s the other name for them again?” Tre asked as he merged onto the nearly empty highway. A five a.m call time could be a blessing and a curse.

“Kippah” is the Hebrew word for the male cap and “kippot” is the Hebrew word for the female cap.” Sol answered on autopilot as she mused on their situation. She was still taken aback that they’d been contacted by Black Juice to begin with. She’d been following them ever since they’d done that feature with Drake talking about how his own Jewish faith influenced his career path. Although she wasn’t as active in her Jewish faith as she’d wished she’d been in recent years it was still a huge victory to be acknowledged by the leading Black Jewish media network. Okay so maybe they were the only Black Jewish media network. But that definitely meant they were in the lead! She wasn’t stupid to think that this kind of opportunity would have come without Trevante in her life. But, she wasn’t gonna knock it either.

This 8 Days of Miracles was the perfect task she needed as she figured out what the next step was for her career. Now that she’d finally finished her academic portion of her career she wasn’t sure how to proceed. So throwing herself into this project and hosting both her family and Tre’s for the holidays was the best distraction she could ask for. This time always gave her hope and made her realize that any kind of bullshit she’d put up with wasn’t in vain. It was her annual reset. New Year’s be damned. It also made her feel closer to her father and there wasn’t anyone in this world she’d loved more. At least that’s what she’d thought. She felt pressure on her thigh from the number one contender for her heart as Tre gave her a slight squeeze.

“What’s on ya mind Sunshine?” Sol looked down at his hand and couldn’t help but cheese. She still beamed every time he called her by that nickname.

“I was thinking about my dad and how proud he’d be to see me reppin his faith,” Sol said absentmindedly touching her necklace. Tre listened attentively as he grazed his thumb against her thigh in a gentle motion. “ I mean, I don’t know if he could have known that all of the years he instilled in us the value of miracles when we were children we’d still be celebrating Hanukkah after he was gone.”

“I’m sure he didn’t know.” Tre started out slowly. He honestly wasn’t even sure if she’d finished her thoughts, “But, he probably hoped you would.” The phone rang as they turned off the street and into the lot. “STEPH 👷🏿‍♀️💪🏿” flashed across the Caller ID on his dashboard. Tre clicked the answer button on his steering wheel as Sol handed him his badge to show to Nico, the Security Attendant.

“We’re at Security Steph,” Tre answered as he nodded at Nico.

“Okay good. I just wanted to make sure we were starting the day off on time.” Tre and Sol shared a glance.

“Woman don’t start with me. Call time is 5 and it’s 4:39. We don’t play that late shit over here and you know it.

“Well, I also grabbed your favorite donuts from Craft Services so no one else would steal them and I wanted to know how long I had to hoard them for your ungrateful self. I can put them back if you’d like sir,”

“Steph. You can ignore Tre.” Sol chimed in. “We appreciate you and will be walking in the door in exactly 2 minutes. Tre is parking as we speak. We’ll see you soon.”

“Tre, you lucky you have her. Keep her if you want to keep the best managent in town. Bye y’all!!” Steph sang as she hung up. Sol let out a cackle because Steph refused to be referred as anything other than a managent as Tre stood there dumbfounded at how he was being left out to dry. But he knew better than to go against two black women before he’d even finished his morning coffee. He just hopped out the whip and opened Sol’s door so she could do the same.

Once they’d gotten their morsels of food, gone through hair and makeup and snapped a few photos for Black Juice and their own social media accounts, they were back on the road headed deeper into LA. They had a cameraman in the backseat filming their every move, one car guided them to their location and another followed them as they maneuvered through the cars that were poppin up for their morning commutes. Sol was on her IG live and answering any questions that popped up about where they were headed and her Hanukkah festivities. She watched as the number quickly jumped from 5,000 viewers to 13,000 and counting. She wasn’t sure what this many people were doing up at this hour but she wasn’t complaining. Tre’s mama was of course one of them. He was a mama’s boy through and through and she was always there to support him at any opportunity she could. Sol made sure to greet her specifically. Tre bopped his head to some Jill Scott- being careful not to let his yarmulke fall. Sol sipped some hot cocoa from her thermos and sang off key with him. As soon as they turned on a residential street, she felt awash in a new warmth that the hot chocolate couldn’t touch. She shook Tre’s arm enthusiastically.

“It’s time!!” she beamed, “Are you ready?!” Tre chuckled at her immediate change in attitude. The car in front was already parked and the camera crew was out on the sidewalk.

“Yes Sol. I’m ready to spread some holiday cheer. Let’s go make somebody’s day he said. Before Tre could even put the car in park, she was reaching for the handle”

“AHT AHT AHT” Tre barked out loud causing the cameraman man in the backseat to jump,“ Tre was already exiting the driver’s side and pointed his finger at her as he crossed in front of the car “Don’t even try it.” Sol rolled her eyes and pouted as she waited the few seconds for him to open her door.

“Thanks Tre,” she stuck out her tongue. She was like a kid in a candy store and was ready to full out sprint to the front door. The IG live comments were flying.

Okay Daddy Tre! I need a mans to talk to me like that. 🥵🥵

Did this man just bark at her? 🐶

Loook so long as he handles this backdoor he can open any other door that he pleases sis!

Y’all females is wylin as usual.

Sol glanced at them. “Imma need y’all to stay out of grown folks’ business and just enjoy this holiday work we are puttin in okay” She handed her phone to another crew member and grabbed Tre’s hand to drag him to the front door.

She pushed the button for the doorbell but no sound rang out. Tre gave three succinct raps on the door and heard someone rushing down the stairs. The door was flung open by a woman in black slacks and a blinding blue polo emblazoned with a nametag that ironically labeled this young woman as “Tangerine”. She couldn’t be more than 25 years old and the toddler saddled on her hip only added to her youthful appearance.

“Hi Tangerine,” Tre began, “My name’s Trevante and this is Sol,” he gestured to Sol at his side.

“Hi?” Tangerine answered confused at this couple and the cameras that followed them.

“We’re here today with Black Juice, a local Black organization that highlights the experience of the Black Jewish community and we’re doing 8 Days of Miracles,”

“Okay..” Tangerine said not sounding any less confused. “ I’m not Jewish.” Sol took over as she could tell that Tre’s efforts weren’t getting them anywhere.

“We’re here because your friend Kira sent in a letter telling us about how great of a mother you are. She said that you’ve been working two jobs here to support you and your daughter.” At this, Sol smiled at the baby, “She told us that the second job you have is for daycare expenses alone. We wanted to come out here today and let you know that we see what you do and how hard you go to make sure you give your daughter the best. So, we wanted to help you out and give you this. “ Tre gave her the envelope he had in his hand. It read “Day 1: Tangerine”

Tangerine took the envelope as Tre explained. “We’ve paid for your daughter’s child care for the next two years so you can give yourself a break.” She opened the envelope to see the receipt from Tiny Tots Kindercare and didn’t even know what to do.

“I don’t know what to say.” She paused for a moment as what this truly meant registered in her mind. “I can quit this job and actually spend more time with my baby and focus on my candles.”

“Your candles?” Sol asked.

“Yeah. I make candles by hand. I took a few classes and have played with a few scents. Some friends have asked me to make them some and I’ve been waitin to be a little more secure with my money before I start at it.” she answered exhaling deeply.

“Do you have any candles right now?” Tre asked peeking a little further in her apartment. Sol slapped his arm.

“Could you be any nosier?” she chastised with love.

“Yeah I have some. Do you mind holding Layla?” she asked but she practically threw the child into Sol’s arms as she ran to grab her stash of candles. Sol put on her sweetest voice and spoke to Layla about how old she was and if she liked her friends at daycare. When her mom came back Sol could see the sheer joy that she had when showing off her handiwork.

Tangerine went through all six of her candles and their various scents with them and by the end Tre had bought each one. She was floored and couldn’t do anything but cry at the way her morning was turning around. It wasn’t even 7:30 and she’d already gotten 2 years of childcare, a reason to quit her grocery store job and someone who actually wanted to buy her candles.

Before they left, Tre made her promise to hit him up when her site and IG were live so he could get more candles and share it with all of his friends. Sol returned Layla to her mother saying her goodbyes and grabbed Tre’s hand to head back to car. She leaned on his shoulder and he could see the contentment in her eyes. Sol almost forgot her phone before a crewmember handed it back.

She came back to the IG Live trying not to get too emotional. “Look at that y’all! Day one of Hanukkah is off to a start and we’ve already proved that miracles happen! Y’all better stay tuned in over the next week so you can see who we pop in on next. You never know if it could be you! Thanks to Black Juice for giving us this opportunity to turn someone’s ordinary day into something smile about. Y’all betta check them out so you can see the full footage of what we’ve got goin on! Bye y’all!

“Bye y’all!” Tre called out. They answered a few more questions with Black Juice, said their goodbyes and climbed back into their car.

“Can we go back to bed now?” Tre asked as he pulled back onto the main road and his hand founds Sol’s thigh again. Sol laughed.

“I mean if that’s what you prefer we can. I had some other things in mind.” she suggested.

Tre raised his eyebrow. “I swear you see one baby and you always go 0 to 100”

“Look, I just believe in practicing all aspects of having a child! Even the making part.”

Tre threw his head back laughing. “I’m wit it babygirl”

DING!

“That’s me” Sol said. She looked at her phone screen. A text from “Mama Rhodes” popped up. She’d sent some Pinterest looking bible verse again.

This was the third one this week. It dampened her mood immediately and caused her to groan. The text read:

Seeing you with that little girl made me so happy for the good Christian grandbabies that you and Tre will be blessing me with in the future. I thank Jesus for the miracle of you and my baby everyday XO.

“Tre, I got another one from your mom. When are you gonna talk to her?”

Tre sighed. “I promise. I’ll talk to her soon and it will definitely be before your Chrismukkah Extravaganza. Don’t sweat it baby.”

Sol did her best not to think about how pushy his mother was being about this raising Christan grandbabies nonsense ever since they announced they’d be partnering with Black Juice. All she could do is trust Tre and do what she was best at: wait.

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#trevante rhodes #trevante rhodes fanfiction #trevante rhodes x oc #shaekingspeaks #25 days of christmas challenge #25 days of christmas #im going to bed now #chrismukkah #hanukkah #I WILL DO SETH COHEN PROUD #okay bye

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xxsovereignsarayaxx · 4 years

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Supernatural - Road to Revenge Chapter 3

Authors Note: Everything is coming together nicely! I’m really proud of what this is turning into. I can’t thank everyone enough for the likes and re-blogs you guys are awesome! Word Count: 2576 Warnings: None.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

“So Lila...is it?” Dean asked sarcastically, bashing his hand on the metal table as he walked into the room. With the table jarring with the impact of Dean’s hand Nia’s head shot up groaning her eyelashes fluttering as her eyes adjusted to the light in the room. “You’re still with this asshole? She asked me with a grumble.

“You really want to be left in here?” I asked bluntly as Dean walked around the room and positioned himself so he was leaning against the two-way mirror. “No…” Nia replied, rolling her eyes, avoiding to look at me. “What happened?” I asked her.

“Got busted for pick-pocketing.” She replied matching my blunt tone. “You really expect me to believe that? You called me here Ni, you said that there was something that wasn’t right. We’re here to help you.”

My phone started to ring, checking the caller ID it was Sam. Excusing myself and leaving Dean to try and speak with Nia I exited the interview room and accepted the call.

“Hey, how’s Nia?” “We’re not sure she isn’t being very forthcoming, but I can tell she's scared and holding back. I’m just hoping she will open up…”

“I’m sure that Nia will open up once she realises you're really here to help her.”

“Yeah...Me too. How’s the other thing?”

“Rowena is still looking, Charlie and Cas are helping.”

I looked up from the phone and looked through the small window in the door frame, seeing Nia just sitting still, I could hear some muffled words from Dean. Dropping my head I took a deep breath.

“I’ve got to go, like it or not my sister needs our help. I need to be there for her. Let me know if you get a break through.”

“I will do Nik.”

And with that the call ended, putting my phone back into my pocket I smoothed out my jacket and headed back inside the room. Resuming my seat sitting across from Nia she shifts in the uncomfortable seat. “Ni what happened?” I asked her softly, trying to reach out to her.

“For the last time nothing happened! If you're not here to bail me out of here then the pair of you can just get lost!” She snapped bringing her head down to the table. Pushing the chair back so it made a noise I got up, straightened my jacket once more and headed for the door.

“We can’t help you if you don’t speak up.” Dean said gruffly.

“Nikki must still care about you, otherwise she wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t be here. Don’t take her kindness for granted because next time... You might not get so lucky. We’re both here to help you.”

“Nicole must care? Ha! Because you got mixed up with him and his delusional brother, you’re the reason I’m in here! My mom and dad should have left you in that foster home to rot.”

“I get that you’re angry that mom and dad died, I do, but your choices led you here Nia but I’m not going to air my dirty laundry here in a police station or in front of Dean.” I replied sternly, turning to look at her.

“No you don’t get to call them that, you are an outsider. Always were and always will be.”

Nia turned away not looking at either of us.

“If you change your mind you call me.” I told her and walked out of the room with Dean following behind.

“What was all that about? Bringing up your mom and dad like that?” Dean asked with a huff.

“I’ll explain later…”

The pair of us walked out of the police station and got back in the impala. “So what next?” I asked, slumping into the leather seat. Letting out a groan. “We head to the gallery to see what we can find there.” Dean replied.

We arrived at the gallery shortly after 2PM walking up the steps, seeing the mess from the robbery still being cleaned up by the members of staff at the gallery. “Hello, this part of the gallery is closed I’m afraid.” A staff member said.

“I’m Agent Perry, this is my partner. We were wondering if we could have a look around, ask a few questions?” Dean asked, showing his badge following suit. I showed my badge as well.

“Of course.”

While Dean focused on asking some questions I made my way over to where the painting was kept before the robbery. I took a deep breath in and I could still smell the trace of sulphur - So it was a demon after all. There wasn’t much else noticeable so I made my way back to Dean.

Walking into the diner we took a booth near the back of the building. “Did you find anything?” Dean asked, looking at the plastic menu.

I nodded. “There were still some traces of sulphur so that confirms the demon theory, might be worth getting in touch with Crowley to find out what was so important with that scroll.” I replied with a suggestion.

A waitress came over to the table with a chirpy face and a chirpy voice to match. “Hey folks what can I get ya?”

“Bacon double cheeseburger, fries and a soda.” Dean says with a grin. The waitress turns to look at me. “Make that two.” I said with a warm smile.

“Coming right up.” And with that the waitress walks away.

“How was I so lucky in finding a girl like you?” Dean jokes.

“Don’t get me wrong, a salad won’t do you any harm but who can resist a good burger in a greasy diner?” I replied with a chuckle resting my head in my hand.

“I’m going to head back to the police station after we’re done here, why don’t you head back to the motel relax a bit? You didn’t get any sleep last night”

“Are you going to speak with Nia again?”

I nodded.

“But what the hell was that? Her blowing up the way she did.” Dean asked me.

“You know that I was stuck in a foster home for a few years?”

“Yeah but never knew why.”

I felt that I couldn’t tell Dean the real reason, I felt like nothing would be the same. Even though I’ve known him and Sam since I was eighteen. Even now I was ashamed of my upbringing and to this day I would try and evade certain questions about my past. Part of me felt it was wrong, I knew pretty much everything about the Winchesters but if they knew the real me I feared that I would go back to being alone.

“She should have cooled down by the time we’re done here, she might talk to me but I’m not holding much hope though.”

“She knows that deep down you care for her Nik. It’s kinda like how me and Sam are.”

“Thanks Dean.”

“Anything for you sweetheart.”

Anytime Dean called me sweetheart it made my heart swell, I loved this man to bits and who knew that all those years ago of being friends would lead to something a whole lot more. As much as Dean hated it he knew that I would sacrifice my life for his.

Dean dropped me off at the police station and headed back to the motel, he told me to call him if I needed anything. I made my way to the holding cell that Nia was being held in. She looked up and scoffed. “You back here to gloat? Where’s that idiot boyfriend of yours?”

I shook my head. “I’ll tell you again and again Ni I’m here to help you, please just talk to me.”

We shared a sullen silence and then she let out a sigh.

“You mean it? Don’t you?” She replied finally looking at me, her jade coloured eyes started to tremble in fear.

“Of course I do, we may not be family by blood but you welcomed me when I needed that support system. What happened the other night?”

“I was only going to the Monroe Art Gallery to score some watches and the odd bit of jewellery I could swipe without getting caught. But...but then I saw this smoke and at first I thought something was on fire but then I felt like I was stuck in my own head.” She admitted.

Looking at my surroundings making sure that we still could continue talking. “Was it a thick black smoke?” I asked her softly.

She nodded. “Will it come back?”

“I’ll be honest with you, there is the possibility it could…”

My sister looked petrified with my words...

“But there are ways to protect yourself so it won’t happen again. Once I get you out of here we can put a plan into action.” I finished and after that she seemed to be more at ease. “You really know your stuff don’t you?”

“Well it's what I was trained to do…”

After a long debate with the detective that was leading the investigation I persuaded him to release Nia, with the help of Sam who pretended to be my superior, helping her collect her things as we finally walked out of the station. She had a perk in her step. “I can’t thank you enough Coley.” She says as she turns to me.

“I’m always here for you Nia. I promise.” I replied.

“Have you got time for a coffee?” She asked.

I checked my phone and seeing as I had no texts or missed calls I thought why not.

“Sure.”

Me and Nia were sitting in the same diner as Dean and I were in earlier in the day. Two cups of coffee were on the table as Nia added sugar in hers stirring it with a spoon. I always preferred mine black. “So…What do we do now?” Nia asked me.

“First thing is to get you protected for the future, how do you feel about tattoos?” I asked her.

“You should know I was never a fan of needles Coley. But I’m guessing I’m going to need one?”

I let out a soft chuckle taking a sip of coffee, setting it back onto the table lightly. “Most hunters we know have an anti-possession tattoo. Dean, Sam and myself all have one. And with that we are protected, we can’t be possessed.”

“What was it like?” She asked.

“The tattoo? I’ve been shot multi…”

“No…Not your tattoo...Your training.”

“I love you so much Nia but I can’t bring up my past…” I said softly looking out the window.

“You never really spoke about it, I just wanted to know…”

I sighed. “There’s a reason why I didn’t like speaking about it. What I went through…It was cruel and nobody should have gone through it. I was lucky to get out when I did.”

“Do you miss your home?” Nia asked innocently.

“No.”

After the diner I took Nia to the local 24 hour tattoo shop. It was a small little studio and well decorated. Nia was flicking through some of the designs that the artist had.

“Looking at adding to your collection?” I teased.

“Well if I can stand the pain from this I might just do that.” She replied laughing.

I turned back to the counter, pulling out a piece of paper from my trouser pocket. “We’re looking for something like this.”

“Sure not a problem.” The tattooist said.

Forty Five minutes later, Nia had the anti-possession tattoo on the right side of her ribs, and I felt at ease knowing that she was slightly safer against the supernatural. I just now wanted to find the demon that possessed Nia and send the bastard back to hell.

“I’ve changed my mind, this is going to be the only tattoo I have.” Nia said as we walked out of the shop.

“Well it was one of the worst places to get a tattoo so I’m not surprised that you would change your mind.”

We carried on walking down the street, the plan was to walk Nia back to her hotel and then I was going to walk back to Dean and try get a few hours shut eye before we got back to work. Saying my goodbyes to my sister I left the lobby. It was dark night and the streets were illuminated by the street and building lights. A mix of neon and the stars filled the sky. It was a pleasant night, not too cold but not too warm either. I walked a few blocks down to the nearby street crossing, waiting for it to be safe to cross. I heard the clearing of the throat.

“Hello Fawn.”

“Well it saves the effort of summoning you.”

“Squirrel already beat you to it, not often the pair of you are separated. So tell me Fawn.”

“If you already got the low-down from Dean I don’t need to explain myself to you, but I do want the name of the demon that possessed my sister.” I said sternly, raising an eyebrow.

The crossing light had turned green but yet me and the demon stayed put.

“That would have been Actaeon, he’s gone off the rails as of late. Hell bent on making up for his past mistakes.” Crowley said, shoving his hands in his woolen coat pockets.

“Where can I find him?” I asked.

“You don’t find Actaeon. Actaeon finds you.”

“Crowley I don’t have time to play games, what was so important in that painting he stole?” I asked him.

“The Souls of Gabriel has a scroll inside. The angels wanted it which means I WANT IT. Makes sense don't you think? But if you happen to find Actaeon deal with him won’t you darling? Bad boys get punished.” Crowley replied and he snapped his fingers and he disappeared.

Shaking my head trying to make sense of the conversation I continued my journey back to the motel, putting the key into the door opening it and I saw Dean laid out on the bed watching TV. He lifted his head up from the pillow. “Was starting to think you were going to be out all night.”

“Sorry, I should have called. Good news though. Nia is out of jail and tattooed up. Also spoke to Crowley.” I said sitting on the edge of the bed.

After explaining to Dean what Crowley had said. We both got geared up ready to try and find Actaeon. Although we really had no idea where to start but if Crowley was right Actaeon would find us. Which means we had the opportunity to set up a trap. I always still remembered my training and still to this day I always had two thigh holsters which held my handguns and a small silver knife in my boot. Wanting to make sure my hair was tied up properly I headed to the bathroom, I heard my phone ring from the other room.

“I’ll get it.” Dean said, picking up the phone accepting the call and putting it on speaker.

“Nikki? Can you come over to that bar around the corner from the hotel, something isn’t right.”

“Sure…Me and Dean will head over now.” I said walking to Dean.

“Everything ok Nia?” Dean asked.

“I’m just paranoid I guess.”

“We’re leaving now.”

“Thanks Nik.”

The call dropped and Dean handed me back my phone. “Something isn’t right.”

“Even I could sense something wasn’t right there… Nia never calls you Nikki or Nik.” Dean replied as we made a bee line for the door running out to the parking lot.

“The bar is about five blocks from the motel.” I said quickly sliding into the passenger seat.

Dean started up the impala, Baby roared into life and her tires squealed against the tarmac.

We arrived at the bar, it was a run down building. As we entered the door expecting to see it with patrons but it was empty and Nia was nowhere to be seen.

“Nia?” I called.

“Nia?” Dean said again.

Neither of us heard a response.

While Dean checked the perimeter of the bar, I headed to the back checking the stock room. And when I cautiously opened the door. My heart just shattered into pieces.

Nia was dead...

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self-proclaimed-chaotic-good · 5 years

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Apples & Cinnamon (4) - The Calm | Carlton Drake x Reader

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Warning: not much. Slight NSFW? I’m giving you guys a small break from the angst that the last chapter had with some fluffiness and cheesiness.

A/N: This is the second to the last chapter of A&C, folks. Took me awhile to get this up due to the holidays, plus no wifi, plus the document of 3k+ words not saving the first time haha (I died inside, after I stayed up ‘til 5am to finish it ‘cause I’ve had hard time sleeping lately only for it to not save)

Retreating feet echoed through the clinic’s walls after you finished with the last walk-in patient for the day before the clinic closed. You hated being angry and that was one of your best qualities and one of your worst flaws. Because of this, you avoid confrontation until you’ve had enough. The day when you had a late lunch with Anne was an example of that. You admit that it wasn’t a healthy way to deal with things and you knew that you agreed with Carlton that you would share everything. But there was a nagging feeling in the back of your head that Carlton wasn’t sharing everything either.

Maybe it’s because of Carlton’s new project. It’s the biggest he’s ever done, and it took so much of his time, even when he was at home. There was a lot of confidentiality behind what he does, but he used to give you the gist of it without revealing too much. Maybe you’re overthinking things again. Who knew all those years of building your confidence up would slowly break down because of something like this? You reminded yourself that a visit to your therapist was overdue, but you hoped to have sorted things out by yourself first.

“Dr. (Y/l/n),” the receptionist called out, “Someone’s here to see you.”

You sighed, walking over to the front desk from one of the exam rooms. “The clinic is closed for the day, how did they-”

Carlton stood with a bouquet of roses, his arms spread wide as he smiled at you. Your troubled thoughts and the stress of the day were suddenly pushed back after seeing his face. It had been too long, almost two weeks of not having time to yourselves.

The receptionist excused herself, packing her things and made her way to the break room. You walked around the front desk and threw yourself at Carlton, knocking the breath out of him as you held him tight. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you and breathing in your scent. His shoulders relaxed as you leaned into him, embracing your warmth that he missed during his late nights at the facility, only getting a few hours sleeping next to you before you had to get up early for the clinic.

“I missed you,” you mumbled into his chest.

He tried to pull away, but you held on tight, dragging him behind the front desk and towards the privacy of the closest exam room. “I’ve brought you flowers, by the way,” he said, holding up the bouquet again.

You reluctantly released him, grabbing the roses from him and breathed in deeply. “What’s the special occasion?” you asked, knowing your anniversary isn’t for another few months.

Carlton shrugged. “Just wanted to see my girl and… apologize for how things have been lately for us.” He leaned against the counter and crossed his arms. “I haven’t been the best boyfriend lately and I know I worry you a lot. I was too caught up with my research that I hadn’t realized how much I’ve been causing you stress on top of the things you had to deal with at work.”

Your throat started to constrict as he spoke. Of course, he’d be the one to initiate things. You’d always have something in your mind, and he’d be the first one to talk it out. You set down the bouquet and sat on the exam table, crinkling the thin sheet of paper below you.

“You know that every time we run into something, we’ve always managed to fix it, right?” he continued, and you nodded. “I wanted to give you a heads up that the spacecraft is planning to head back home in a couple of weeks, so there’s going to be a long period where we might not see each other at all. I want to spend time with you before that happens, far away from all of this.”

He unbuttoned his suit jacket and pulled out two strips of paper from his inner pocket. His thumb ran over the print before he handed it to you. From the size and the printed design on the front, you could already tell they were plane tickets. You took them from Carlton and read the destination.

“Singapore? We’re really going?” you asked excitedly. You reread the ticket, checking the departure date and time. “I need to send in my request, I… this is going to be my first time to call in for a vacation in a long time. Not since we went to India on our first anniversary.”

“Well, then I’ll have to make every day count, then,” Carlton said, walking over to you. He kissed your forehead as you leaned into him.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” you muttered as you continued to read over the tickets again.

“Like I said, I haven’t been the best boyfriend to you. If anything, I need to step it up and be worthy of you,” he said, holding your face between his warm hands.

You scoffed. “You always have a way with words, don’t you?”

“My way with words did make you so enamored with me at that NYU conference, if I remember correctly,” he teased.

“I can’t believe you were watching me after I stepped on a few feet while finding my seat.” You lowered your eyes and grimaced as you felt embarrassment for your past self.

Carlton chuckled, squishing your face before kissing your lips. “You really know how to catch a guy’s attention.”

“Shut up, Mister Carlton Drake.”

“Then, make me, Miss (Y/f/n) (Y/l/n).” Before you lean in to kiss him, you suddenly remembered that you were still at the clinic when there was a knock on the door.

“I’m sorry, Doctor (Y/l/n), but we’re closing up this area,” one of the front receptionists said.

“Okay, thank you,” you called back, pushing Carlton away and pointed an accusing finger at him. “You, sir, are a distraction.”

“I had to repay the favor every time you come and distract me at my work place,” Carlton said with a smirk.

Not only was it a round trip to Singapore, Carlton also got seats in first class. You bounced excitedly in your very plush seat as Carlton went to grab a drink from the counter. You looked around the area, grabbing the silky pajamas from the table and flipping through the menu of the small TV. Carlton came back with two wine glasses, handing one over to you.

“You are so extra,” you told him before taking a sip of the white wine.

Carlton sat down next to you and laughed. “Well, I was going to get a private jet to fly over, but I figured since you’re very fond of public transportation, the first-class seat will do.” He tilted his head and held his glass up and clinked it against yours. “Anything for you, my dear.”

“So, what are we going to do first there?”

Carlton shrugged. “By the time we reach there, it’ll be morning, so we have the whole day to play around with. Eat some Kaya toast, look at some tourist sights, eat some more, shop around, and then eat even more, then we fall into a food coma, then do it all over again the next day.”

You hummed, swirling the wine around as you pursed your lips. “And are you going to be accepting calls from work?” you asked casually.

“No, I will not,” Carlton said firmly. “It’s just you and me. Okay?”

“Okay.”

After your flight, the day went the way Carlton said it would. Of course, it would. Carlton would do everything to see that his plans go through. Seeing him dress casually, walking around relaxed and smiling, made you wish you had gone on a trip with him sooner. Work had been stressing the both of you out, so a vacation was well needed.

One of your stops was at the Merlion park, a go-to on a Singapore trip. Carlton leaned against the white railing, wearing a white shirt, blue flannel, and khaki shorts, with sunglasses over his eyes. You lifted your phone and took a picture of his side profile, snapping another when he turned to look at you.

“Are you taking pictures of me?” he asked, knowing the answer already.

You shrugged, leaning your back on the railing next to him and smile as you continued to admire your boyfriend. He looked so care free. You raised your hand, tracing his jawline and cupped his cheek, the pads of your fingers brushing against his growing stubble.

“What?” he asked again as you continued to stare.

“I love you,” you found yourself saying. It had been too long since the both you went without saying those three words outright.

He grinned, pecking you on your lips. “I love you, too.”

You’ve enjoyed yourself, you really did, but the nagging feeling kept coming back. You didn’t think it was anything bad, but it was something. It started when Carlton would wake up first, heading outside, then coming back with breakfast. Although, his time outside of the room took longer than necessary to get food. Then, he kept rummaging through his luggage, as if he was looking for something or making sure everything was there.

During the end of the week, the second to the last day in Singapore, Carlton did it again. He took out his clothes and repacked them, feeling his hand around the bottom of his luggage and through the pockets. You sat cross legged on the bed watching him. His phone that sat next to you began to ring, one of the researchers from the facility showing on the caller ID. Throughout the trip, he really did ignore the phone calls, at least in front of you. He even made it a point on telling them to only call once you were back in San Francisco before turning off his phone. They still called, though.

You leaned forward, grabbing a handful of his butt as he was still bent over his luggage. He jerked, spinning his head towards you, an innocent smile on your face. A growl left his throat as he turned and pounced on you, one hand holding your wrists up while the other tickled your sides. You shrieked, trying your best to squirm away from him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and used your weight to flip him over. He landed with an oof, holding his hands out in surrender.

“Why do you keep doing that?” you asked him.

“Doing what?”

“You keep going through your things as if someone stole something.”

“It’s nothing.”

Carlton avoided your gaze, his eyes landing on his phone as three missed calls popped up on the screen. You spotted this, pushing his phone away from his reach. When you made no move to get off, Carlton sighed, placing his hands on your hips.

“You know,” he said slowly, hooking his thumbs under the seam of your shirt and rubbing the skin underneath, “if you’re going to stay there, might as well do something about it.”

You hummed, tilting your head innocently. “Like what?”

Before he could say anything, you start to move your hips painfully slowly over his. He quickly sucked in a breath, his grip tightening on you.

“Sweetie,” he warned, narrowing his eyes.

“When is our dinner reservation?” you asked almost too casually, as if you weren’t grinding on him earlier.

“Not for another three hours,” he said, trailing a hand up your spine, sending shivers through you.

You hummed again, diving down to pepper his face with kisses before trailing down to his neck. He let out a groan, the noise vibrating through his throat as you nibbled by his collarbone. The phone was long forgotten as you continued your slow ministration. You had three hours to spare after all.

The restaurant that Carlton chose rested at the top of a tower, the outer walls were all made of clear glass, allowing patrons to gaze upon the beauty of Singapore, crystal chandeliers illuminated the room, small candles and flower arrangements used as center pieces of each round table. With the rate that Carlton had been going, from the round-trip first-class tickets, to booking an expensive beach side hotel, it was only a matter of time until he would make reservations to an expensive restaurant. Carlton wasn’t one to flaunt his wealth in the form of parties or entourages or use it to play around like Tony Stark did. Instead, according to him, he uses it towards his company and on you.

Carlton kept an arm around your waist as the waiter led the two of you to a secluded area of the restaurant that overlooked the ocean. While you strayed from Carlton’s side to admire the view, his eyes were admiring you. Before the waiter could leave after setting up their table, Carlton whispered something to him. The waiter nodded, announcing that he’ll come back to take their order.

“It’s been a while since we could relax and breathe,” You said, feeling Carlton press his chest against your back.

Carlton rubbed your arms, sliding his hands across your stomach and pulled you in. Kissing your temple, he said, “I hope this makes up for the way I have been lately.”

You thought for a moment. Carlton does try to make up for things when you point them out, most times exceeding your expectations. During your first year together, Carlton had confessed that he wasn’t good at showing his affections, let alone handle emotions properly. It was either expressed in an extravagant way or a very subtle Mr. Darcy way. Eventually, he allowed his instincts to kick in or learn from example on showing you that he cared. Sometimes, he had said, emotions overwhelmed him, and he had a hard time dealing with that. But you’d talk it through, sharing some advice from your therapist when you used to have regular visits and even had tried writing letters to each other. It’s been four years, and while you are still learning to practice self-care and have confidence in yourself, Carlton was also still learning how to express himself better, although he’s a quick learner.

“Perhaps,” you said playfully, turning around in his arms to face him. “You didn’t have to do this much, you know.”

“My princess deserves all of this and more,” he said, making you crinkle your nose at his sudden cheesiness that he probably got from a film. He raised a hand, gesturing to follow him back to the table that was now filled with appetizers, two flutes in the middle next to a bucket of ice where the champagne rested.

“You’re spoiling me,” you scolded him, hitting his arm lightly.

Carlton chuckled, pulling your seat out for you with a small bow. You thanked him, shrugging off your thin coat, which Carlton took and draped it on the back of your chair. He pushed you in, then went to his own seat.

“With the way my job is, I wasn’t able to take you out to dinner in public or even walk around to shop. I’m making the most of our vacation to make up for those times,” he said with a shrug.

Your smile had unknowingly dropped as you stared down at your plate, processing his words. Something was going on. Or maybe you’re worrying again now that everything was going great. Suddenly, all those gossiping conversations from work started floating to the surface of your memory about how he was out of your league, that he’d probably cheat, that your relationship seemed one-sided. Then, your ex-boyfriends came to mind, all of those who couldn’t handle how introverted you were, how being dragged by them into the middle of a claustrophobic party would trigger an anxiety attack, how you liked to plan dates ahead of time and would get disoriented when something spontaneous happens, how it was hard to say anything for the fear causing an argument. Those traits in turn had them cheat on you, or call you clingy, bossy, embarrassing, or stuck-up, then break up with you, blaming you for everything.

“Sweetie?” Carlton said softly when you didn’t answer. He could recognize that look in your eye, that you were on the verge of an attack. “I’m sorry if this was too much for you. We can always walk out, and we can get seafood anywhere on this island.” You shook your head, stilling looking down as your stomach churned and your heart began to race. “What color are you feeling, sweetie?”

“I’m feeling…,” you mumbled, clearing your throat as if it would ease your stomach, “I’m feeling like heavy rainclouds rolling in over the city. Like red flashing party lights in a dark room. Like the deepest ocean, swept into a current.”

“What emotion do those flowers smell like?” Carlton continued to ask, pointing at the small flower arrangement that consisted on trimmed red and pink roses next to baby’s breath and lavender. Those types of questions that may seem nonsensical to anyone else were something the two of you came up with to distract you when you’re not feeling too well, to shift the focus on to something else.

You reached for the flowers, breathing their scent in, feeling your heart calming down. “They smell like joy, calmness, happiness, and innocence.”

Carlton straightened out the utensils in front of him as he thought of his next question. The corner of his lips twitched up. “What smell do I look like?” His hand inched forward, a silent question if it was okay to touch your hand. You slid your hand into his, and he squeezed gently.

You raised your eyes, seeing the glow from the chandeliers and the small candle illuminate his features. “Warm cinnamon,” you mumbled, rubbing your thumb across his smooth light brown skin. “I’m sorry I had to do this when you had all of this- “You gestured to the table and the restaurant “- planned out. It must be exhausting for you.”

Carlton shook his head. “No, not at all. The way that you had to deal with my overnighters, me not being able to give you a proper date until now, me being distracted with work, you having to deal with rumors about me. You’re a doctor, too, (Y/n), and on top of making sure I even remember to eat and take a break, you have patients to take care of. Now, that’s exhausting. You know, I was even going to add a spa in to our itinerary-”

“Stop it!”

“-But the hot tub and the massage chair in our hotel room should suffice, I suppose,” he joked. “We should start eating before the food gets cold.”

You took a deep breath and laughed off the jittering in your body. You were going to be okay. As you grabbed the menu, Carlton shifted in his seat, a small smile still on his lips as his eyes never left your face. When he was sure you were preoccupied with reading, he stuffed a hand into his jacket pocket, fingers grazing over a small item. Throughout the trip he had made sure he never lost it, a small velvet midnight color box, which he hid in his luggage. He tried his best to hide it well, as you were prone to stealing his shirts from his drawer. Next to the box was a folded paper, the creases worn out by the constant opening and refolding it endured for the past month. He wanted to write everything that he wanted to say to you before memorizing it.

When he first saw you, a clumsy medical student, he saw in your eyes intrigue and understanding. You absorbed every word he said, your eyes never leaving his figure on the stage. It was luck, really, when you literally ran into him in the hallway. He wanted to get to know you, so he asked you out on a date with you showing him around New York and him paying for dinner. He supported and encouraged you as you finished school, even when you had a long-distance relationship, with him being in San Francisco and you in New York City. You found a hospital where you could finish up your residency in California before you were able to work at the clinic. When he’d tell you about his research, you’d listen and give your input from a medical and compassionate perspective. You understood his views, his drives, his personality.

He wanted to make you feel special, although he kept messing up again and again, you always gave him chances. That’s why he chose to go all out for this trip. Your time alone with him, away from everything back home, needed to be special. Because you were special. He would live forever with you if he could, but that couldn’t happen. You both knew that the planet may not survive that long. So, he wanted to make a new world, for the both of you to live in, and his latest project might make that happen. But, for now, he wanted you to know how special he feels for just being his. Carlton’s calm demeanor contradicted his heart rate as he signaled for the waiter to take their order, who nodded, having prepared his request before they came in.

Once you finish your meal, he planned to ask you the big question.

A/N: Ooo, the big question. I wonder what it could be. The next chapter is going to be the finale for this series and if you want a hint of what’s to come, read the title. What comes after “The Calm”? As soon as this chapter is posted, I’m going to try to edit that Coffee shop Cassian AU that I’ve talked about before. That series will replace this one once the final chapter is posted. Partners has a long way to go to be finished and I don’t even know how I’m going to finish it.

#carlton drake x reader #Carlton Drake imagine #doctor carlton drake x reader #venom 2018 #apples and cinnamon #fluff #Riz Ahmed #the last chapter is already finished a queued for next week #I somewhat proofread this #after it didn't save the first time #ugh

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cleaduvalls · 5 years

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i watched all 20 episodes of "spy kids: mission critical" twice in about a week and here are my thoughts (pt 1/5)

these will be divided into 4 episodes per post so they stay about the same length as one spy kids movie

1.1

no theme song. :/

wow specific location

wow. we love lying to our spouses

greg actually kind of sounds like greg??? like ingrids not right in the slightest but greg sounds like greg

oh yeah i call him greg instead of gregorio bc thats Too Many Syllables

i dunno id rather go on an adventure

oh!!!!! ingrids hair!!!!! cute

they look like friggin iron knuckles from cadence of hyrule

how do you..... classify a move

also why would they teach agents to counter a move that they also taught the agents

dont you mean SWAT

is that tom kenny?????

thats not carmen. i dont care WHAT you say. thats not carmen

shes 14???

since when can he build???

since when do they LIVE at the oss?????

thats a ball. not a blob

oh mood

juni your voice is so squeaky

Every Villain Is Lemons

is this a separate universe????? we already know about the third brain program. and you cant claim that people havent seen the movies cuz theyre ALSO on netflix

the experiment wasnt FUTILE it actually went really well. yall are just cowards

you can destroy gold???? like its not DIAMOND

did golden brain go through childhood??? or did he just.... spawn as an adult????

alliteration

take a wild guess carmen

why are you wearing jeans in the DESERT????

"sis"??? who says that

oh boy fart jokes already

little brothers, cuz youre younger, were related, and youre boys

did you mutate the agents too?????

oh i feel you juni

oh boy butt jokes

carmen youre 14. where im from you COULD have a job at certain places

is he... gonna kill them?????

oh!!!! the mimicking is back!!!

theres no way you had taco butte in the last 5 minutes

teenagers?????? the franchise is spy KIDS get it right

there SHOULD be, yall are licensed spy kids

roll credits

juni stop trying to be a lone wolf it never works youve seen all 4 spy kids

i want to be her

are you.... knighted?????? or are you just british

hes like 11 what do you expect from him

ahavschaj acemate

carmens FACE she looks HIGH

finger guns???? hes bi

THUMB THUMB!!!!!!!

TOM thumb thumb!!!!!!

F L O O P!!!!!!!!!

nvm i want to be HER

im sorry how the H*CK did you just say fegan???????????

piercings!!!!!

and i OOP-

aztec???? bc the aztec death spiral??? nice

maybe im a little biased bc floop but shes my favorite

why are the parents here

who calls it a cuddle bear?????? its a teddy bear what are yall on

oh i love carmens socks

i gotta say im living for goldies aesthetic

haha coward

to be fair hes from the outback, they have friggin emus. those things are creepy

:0 sneaky

nice timing

1.2

wow ig there really is no theme song :(

how can he sleep with a TEACUP

i think at some point youd just... fall asleep????

wow big flex

and i OOP-

scorpions so mean i love her

for like 3 seconds that animation looked like a friggin barbie movie

i thought thumb thumbs couldnt hold things???? like thats their whole point

did she hang up on them?????

when your mom said she wouldnt get mad if you tell the truth so you tell the truth and she still gets mad

K A N Y E?????????

oh no they all have died

drowning a chainsaw????????

PLENTY OF PEOPLE

my parents whenever im tired

did you not hear her name shes clearly immortal

stop yelling

at that point he shoudknt have even been able to drink the milk

why are the spotlights on carmen

*2 hours later*

dont put the phone on the desk????? have you not have a teacher give you detention for that????? i have

i think its pretty obvious what he was dreaming about

in the subtitles the u has the dots but hes not pronouncing it right. it should be more "keurp-ka-kay", not just "coop-ka-kay"

everyone has weird dreams????? step off ace

class lasted for 5 minutes wtf

do the three of them share a phone???? thats what it says in her contacts

ok visage thats a little too far

i hate this dude so much

visage shes allowed to be on her phone shes not in class

psi???? like earthbound????

😔

theyre not wrong

STOP YELLING

thats?? not possible?????? youre just weak

why are you saying that out loud

dude stop im dying of second hand embarrassment

wait the sign with the transcribed words doesnt have the ü. so how he pronounced it WAS right they just messed up the subtitles

i thought there was only ONE of its kind why do they EACH have one?????

why did so many people lose????? it seems pretty straightforward

also i love her ringtone

is that tom kenny again??????

thats.... not how it works

he should not have made that

so the big reveal is that it was his mom, but how does he know shes a cortez now?????? she was avellan at that point

take a wild guess

spurious??????? why are you using his first name

i dont???? think you can????????

1.3

the beats pretty good, im tapping my feet

i love his voice

thats not disco thats TECHNO

actually discos probably right. hes german and in germany clubs are called diskos. the music hes playing is pretty clubby, therefore it would be disco

she has spotify premium???? nice

ooooh scorpion has bed curtains!!!!

why do both cortezes have the floor bed???

how can juni hear aces music???? did his headphones get unplugged????? is it just super loud?????

sounds more like kids music than folk music

HOLY CRAP HES LISTENING TO THE WIGGLES (no offense to the wiggles)

yes hes a heavy sleeper we discussed this last time

he has a bazooka you might wanna run

"carmen is not here" me too carmen, me too

glitch chill

oh yay piss jokes

how does so much stuff come out on the floss

she was asleep???????? take it easy glitch

creative name

also the music sounds like it came right out of cadence of hyrule??????? which could be possible bc the girl who voices glitch also voiced link

glitch its clearly a virus

carmen you can go, psi can handle this

hes so protective of his records im dying

BAHAHA she said "worm?" and ofc my dumb ass thought she meant worm as in "oh worm?"

1.4

i had a whole bunch but tumbr decided to delete it and i dont wanna rewrite it so we missed the last 4 minutes of 1.3 and the first 8 of 1.4, sorryyy

it doesnt matter anyway no ones gonna read this

this whole point system was in the fourth movie, get some new plot points

is that really a good idea carmen???

throwback to when i was a kid and wanted to learn australian

oh no they died

JUNI NO YOU SAID IN THE THIRD MOVIE TO N E V E R SPLIT UP

sheilas a great name shut up

listen i see mirages all the time in the summer but how do you see a fake building???? its always a puddle of water

yeah the outback STEAKHOUSE

you sound like youre on crack

oh no he died

one time i ate a bug bc i thought it was some leftover dorito i had stuck in my teeth

hes pretty good at shelters, did you not see the second spy kids???

hey he calles him juni!!!

s n e a k y

what even is heat rash?????

STOP YELLING

nice STEALTH you tell him he has nice STEALTH

#spy kids #spy kids mission critical #mission critical #spy kids spoilers #spoilers #juni cortez #carmen cortez #fegan floop

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kendrixtermina · 5 years

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Disclaimer For Potential Partners (f/m/x)

Writing this down as much to gather my thoughts and go into this with clear priorities as for possible future reference.

My mother always told me that if you wanted everyone to like you, you’d have to be a 50 dollar bill. I have come to accept that I’m more like licorice. Some people aren’t gonna like me but that doesn’t mean that there aren’t others who would appreciate me.

I’d rather you run away screaming NOW than in three years when we’re both invested so Let’s get all this out of the way:

I’m bisexual. Yes, I’ve dated dudes in the past. I’ve had a brief online flirt with an agender person and do think androgynous ppl are hot which I suppose would make me pan in some ppl’s books, at this point the choice in label is purely aesthetic. I’m looking for a female partner right now because I’ve always had a slight preference for girls anyways but a sufficiently compatible non-female would not be refused.

Because ppl have gotten this wrong in the past: Preference is about how likely you are to notice that someone is hot in the first place like in the early stages. It doesn’t mean my attachment to those dudes was any less “real” (or the other way around!) I just flat out don’t care whats in your pants there are other things to be picky about

From since I was young, the message I got from music, books etc is that it’s pretty bad to say “I love you” unless you truly mean it. So I don’t say “I love you” until I’m 100% sure I can do that it good conscience. It seems that it takes me a bit longer to be sure than most people, but it’s not like I’ve conducted statistics on this

I’m not vegan/vegetarian and I’m never going to be vegan/vegetarian

I’m not a pet person

I’m not a sporty person and I’m never going to be a sporty person

Go through my stuff, spy on me in any way or ask me to tell you where I am at all times and its over

I’m an antiprohibitionist and don’t think there’s anything morally wrong with taking recreational substances. Conversely, I’m not interested in that sort of thing as a full-on lifestyle either.

I try to keep an open mind and try everything once but im probably not gonna reorganize my life around new age woo-woo.

So far my folks have liked most my partners, but if our social circles don’t get along I’m comfortable with leaving them separate.

I believe in judging people as individuals first. I don’t wanna hear no paranoid shit about “the muslims” or other stereotypical carricatures but if you’re gonna be “europeans that europeans this” as if im not in the room its not gonna work.

Don’t be fooled by the foreign-sounding surname im a potato through and through. No exotic fanservice to be had here.

Barring unforseen dictatorships, I don’t want to move out of Europe. I like it here. Its full of frustrating dumbasses but so is the rest of the world. Yay for cheese and consumer protection laws! I would consider moving closer to the shore though.

It’s fine if you don’t speak German but you should not hate or dislike it. English is a plus because me, my friends and my family are into internet culture

I haven’t spoken to my father in five years. No, you’re not going to patch this up. You don’t have to ignore him too if you’re not comfortable but you’ll have to respect my choice instead of playing family therapist or throwing platitudes about forgiveness at me.

Im not counting and it depends on your definition but Ive fucked at least 15-20 people, which according to statistics is above average? Always used rubber unless it was long-term and exclusive tho. That might bother some ppl.

That said it has been my conclusion that fucking does nothing that a beer can’t do and that the real quality stuff is what you could already do as a grade schooler when you still thought of all the grownup stuff as mystical. Having ice cream together, exploring new places, having contemplative conversations in the rain, telling each other your fantasies? That’s The Stuff.

Hence while I wouldn’t turn down some fuckage along the way what im looking for at this point is someone to share life and grow old with, like there doesn’t need to be the expectation of further strings but the end goal RN is to find One That Sparks Joy(TM) that will get precedence

I’m not big on material gifts or the ritual part of dating if thats important to you I might not be the ideal candidate, but if its not thats probably good for your wallet

I’m a strong introvert. Sometimes I go weeks without talking to anyone other than my boss or maybe texting my relatives. If you’re very introverted or work alot this might be an advantage. Of course if I love you I will try my best to match up to your attention needs but if you need your partner to text you 15 times every day to feel good I might just not be your cup of tea

That doesn’t mean im not interested in going on or doing new experiences. I very much hope to do that together with you just not 5 days a week - if you can’t give new things wholehearted tries things might get uncomfortable

I like spicy food and all sort of asian cousine, but if you can’t stand the sight of cheese, asparagus and sausage it’s not gonna work either. I can obviously put less chili in your portion.

I tend to talk fast and I find it hard to stop it even if I try, if that bothers you look elsewhere

I cannot stand forced optimism OR over-the top misanthropy or snobbishness. I will gush about things, but I like my dark edgy content and I stand by it. It is an advantage if you like talking about art. If you don’t like morbid humor that might be a problem

No diet talk

No perfectionism

No passive aggressive ppl or ppl that are uncomfortable with direct confrontation. That won’t work, we’d just set each other off even without meaning to and it would just be sad. If Im doing something wrong don’t expect me to notice by magic, tell me to my face so I can fix it. Don’t be hostile out of nowhere and don’t beat around the bush.

im not religious or spiritual. I don’t mind if you are but if you want to have kids and bring them up strongly-immersed in some Abrahamic faith im not sure if this is the right adress

No anti-intellectualism (no snobbery, elitism or smartassery either - as a wise pig once said, “Knowledge is a horizon to strive for, not a prize to hold in your hand” It begins with realizing what you don’t know)

Indifferent about monogamy, but I wouldn’t say that I’m the sort of person who needs non-monogamy either. If you want to we can do it (write me out some list of where you draw the lines so there’s no misunderstandings) but if you don’t it’s no biggie. I don’t care if you fuck 10 other people - for me, respect, honor and loyalty are to do with other things, like, don’t make fun of me and don’t expect me to change because one (1) person said I’m weird or whatever.

Don’t give me diseases tho. I’ll take precautions to extend the same courtesy to you.

Potential character flaws: I can be a tad sensitive, disorganized and defensive sometimes, not gonna sugarcoat it. I have no filter and curse like a sailor. Also I have zero social skills and sometimes I come across as either angry or unemotional when its really the opposite. I find that just as confusing and contradictory as that sounds, I have like zero sense of how I come off. I try to be aware of all of these and do right to everyone to the best of my ability but if you’re sensitive about any of these point someone else might be a better fit

2 kids max. I’m not sure I’ll have ANY at this point, and most certainly not in the next 5 years. IF we decide to have some later I volunteer to carry them though, I probably have good genes, my mom popped out 4 babies in 6 years with nary a complication. Besides I’d rather it was me dealing with the gross pregnancy stuff than someone I love

My favorite bedroom stuff is fingers-in-front-cavity and butt stuff. Mild sleepsex fetish but nothing super pronounced. What I don’t like or just am not very good at is top/bottom play.

So far most my partners have had somewhat stronger sex drive than me but Id argue that I very much have one and ive never refused unless I was in physical pain, severely sleep-deprived or working on some important work-related thing that was due the next day.

It’s important - and science backs me up on this - that you can freely talk to each other in n open, natural and relaxed manner

If you think im weird just do us both the favor and stay away don’t come at me with the attitude that you’re gonna mold me to your desires - even just writing this comes off kinda touchy but im saying this because some people out there really don’t get it. Like my natural tendency is to be open, courious and realistic, but some people see that as free real estate and then it falls to me to be the reasonable one and End The Madness and im tired of that.

Like I want to be able to give love and pour out all my inner romantic shit without having to be afraid of being fucked over I want to be able to trust you with my inner harley quinn as well as my inner phantom of the opera

UGH that sounded a bit tryhard didn’t it? But its the best description i could come up with

Must remember to translate this into mordor speak later

#feelings #love #datefriend acquisition project

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If You Want Love // Min Yoongi (2)

If You Want Love // Min Yoongi ff

soulmate!au

~ yoongi x female reader

~ angst, fluff, smut

chapter index: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 (soon)

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masterlist

summary: y/n was in college, only a freshman.. 19 and majoring in contemporary dance and psychology. Min Yoongi was the quiet music major that didn’t talk much with anyone. She worked in the small book store down the street from her small studio, Yoongi visited the small book store on his weekends he had free...

~ Soulmates are recognized through their soulmate saying their name… Once it is done they are able to feel each others presence and feelings and the feeling of wanting to be with them grows stronger each time they are apart. ~

Orphic

(adj.) mysterious and entrancing

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I sighed softly as I woke up early around seven in the morning. My alarm blaring as it usually did every morning yet this time my routine was different. I had to get ready and out the door before nine. Which meant I got only five hours of sleep last night.. As taking up the extra shift would help pay the bills yet also kill my sleep more often than it usually did.. Yet I guess it was all worth it in the end..

An extra paycheck to pay the overwhelming stack of billings that would soon start to pile up.. Then whatever is left over is used to help get some more food and such into my fridge and cupboard. I smiled softly at the positive thought, those were rare in times like this but it was nice. I sighed as I got dressed into a simple outfit that consisted of a baggy t-shirt and boyfriend jeans. I then slipped on my vans and grabbed my backpack and keys heading out of my small apartment. I had about two hours to get my morning done before I had to be at the store.

Taking my phone out of my pocket then taking my earphones out of my backpack I connected my earphones to the headphone jack and put them in my ear. I hit shuffle on my morning playlist and smiled softly as the music flowed through my ears. For as long as I can remember, music has always been something special to me. It’s gotten me through my toughest and more traumatic situations and some I thought I’d never get through.. Yet here I am…

As I arrived at the small coffee shop only twenty minutes from my work I smiled, this little shop has always been my little escape from reality in a way. The employees are so sweet and the customers as so patient and polite and quiet. It’s peaceful and a good place to go when you want to study or concentrate.

Making my way into the small coffee shop I took a big whiff and smiled widely, I then made my way up to the counter and smiled at the cashier. Which happened to be my friend Lucas, who was in my psychology class.

“y/n, same as usual?” He spoke softly smiling at me. I nodded in return as he started typing into the register. Lucas has known me since we started college together.. We met during orientation and decided to keep in contact since we showed the same interest in psychology.

“So how’s work been lately?” I asked after I paid him and he started working on my drink. He shrugged as he started to mix my drink.

“Same old, same old..” I hummed softly understanding, as nothing really changed around here. It was a small area and there were more college kids just trying to make it then old folk. I mean you had your fair share of frat houses and such but nothing to major ever happened around here unless someone got a scholarship or something like that. Other than that it was pretty quiet and peaceful around here… As he set my drink on the counter he smiled at me softly. I won’t lie, when I say I have a huge crush on Lucas but with the whole soulmate thing i’ve kept it platonic rather than romantic with our interactions. “So are you busy later?” He asked me with a hopeful smile and i sighed shaking my head.

“I wish but I took up the double shift at work since the new guy quiet after just a few weeks.” He looked down letting out a huff. He has been trying to ask me on a date for so long but I keep turning him down and I feel bad but.. I have my reasons.. “That and you know I don’t date Lucas, as much as you a great guy I’m just not interested in dating right now.” He sighed and nodded understanding but still evidently hurt by the rejection.

“Well at least we can hang out sometime or I can bring you coffee while you’re at work since you’re working two shifts?” I thought about it for a moment and smiled softly and nodded.

“Why not, i’m working till two am so yeah a coffee would be nice..” He chuckled a smiled at me as I picked up my drink and made went to leave yet right before I could leave he stopped me one last time.

“Don’t forget the test next week.” I stopped and sighed just remembering it. I looked back at Lucas and he smirked as he knew I would have forgotten by now.

“Thanks for the reminder weirdo.” He smiled and I waved as I made my way out of the small coffee shop. Yet the feeling of someone watching me the whole time started to set in as I walked outside I looked back one last time and locked eyes with a boy with mint hair.. Wait.. is he? He can’t be.. No he isn’t the boy from last night.. He.. I shook my head and continued on my way to work.

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“Min Yoongi?!” I sighed as I made my way to the counter collecting my americano. I smiled as I took a sip of the dark drink making my body shiver from the sudden heat. Coffee was always good in the morning, especially on a cloudy day like this. I made my way back to my table sitting down opening my notebook again as I looked over my notes. My huge music therapy exam was in two weeks and I’ve studying like crazy.. I tried to look for a book on any extra information but I didn’t find anything. I sighed as I looked over my revisions, so much information.. As I looked over my notes and such I heard the chime of the bell on the door of the coffee shop sounds and I glanced up for a moment.

I froze in my stop seeing a girl walk inside, she seemed.. Familiar? I shook my head and looked down back at my notes. As I looked them over I overheard the girl and the cashier talking. I couldn’t help but glance over at them as they talked. She seemed content with whatever they were talking about and he seemed upset. Then I heard a snippet of her rejection and i smirked a bit.

As she then grabbed her drink to leave he seemed to remind her of a test or exam that was next week it seemed and her face changed from content to stressed very quickly. She sighed and called him a friendly name then made her way out of the small shop yet my eyes followed her the whole way. For some reason I wasn’t able to take my eyes off her, like I was drawn to her…?

I knew she had to be aware of my starring as she turned once she was outside the window of the coffee shop and looked at me for a moment. Her face reading a look of confusion and curiosity as she looked at but then she looked away and continued on her way shaking her head. Who is she… I thought to myself as I looked back at my coffee and sighed.

Maybe I will see her again? I shook my head at the nonsense I thought and continued on with my revisions until my phone vibrated in my pocket indicating someone had sent a message. I pulled out my phone and looked down at it, seeing a notification from Jin. He was telling everyone to head back to the dorm to talk about the huge frat party this weekend.. Honestly I hate parties.. I’d rather stay home but I have no one else who hates parties that I can be with..

I answered the text letting Jin know that I would be there in an hour or so since I wanted to finish my coffee. I sighed as I closed my phone setting it on the table and leaning back taking a sip of my coffee. As I sat there I went over my revisions again, double checking my notes over and over again until someone interrupted me.

“Yoongi Hyung?” I heard my name and looked up seeing Jungkook standing by my table.

“Yes Jungkook?” I asked quietly looking up at him as I sipped my coffee. He smiled at me as he glanced to the open seat in front of me.

“Can I join you?” I shrugged and he sat down joining me, his drink in hand. As I glanced down at my notes Jungkook cleared his throat.

“What is it you need kook?” I asked looking up at him using his nickname, to which he smiled again and spoke with a lot of enthusiasm.

“I just wanted to know if you’re going to the frat party Hoseok and Taehyung are hosting this weekend?” I sighed and set my drink on the table looking up at him the obvious annoyance on my face.

“You know I hate parties kook, it’s never been for me.” He pouted and looked down upset and i sighed. Why is it so hard to say no to him? “I can possibly go for an hour if that makes you happy?” I suggested and he looked up at me and smiled big nodding. He always got what he wanted.. So spoiled..

“Thank you hyung.” He said smiling as he got up and left me with my thoughts and my coffee which was almost empty. Why do I always say yes when he asks me these types of things? I wondered to myself as I took another sip of my americano. I hummed softly to myself as I went back to my revisions.

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As I arrived at the small book store I looked around. The streets where empty this morning.. Most people would expect there to be more people out on a morning like this. It was cloudy yet perfect to be out and about. As I pulled my keys out of my pocket my phone started vibrating. Indicating that I was getting a phone call. I sighed and pulled my phone out of my pocket looking at the caller ID seeing that It was Seokjin.. I unlocked the door as I answered the call putting the phone up to my ear.

“Yes Jin?” I asked softly as I made my way to the back of the store to set my stuff down and turn on the power.

“I was wondering… Are you free this weekend?” I stopped for a moment.. I’m working this weekend.. But maybe I can get the day off? I hummed as I set my backpack on the table in the back room after turning on the power.

“I’m working but I can possibly request a day off why?” Jin muttered something to someone else I’m guessing because it took him some time to reply..

“Well there’s this party-” I cut him off before he could even finish his sentence.

“Jin, You know I don’t do parties..” I said quietly as he sighed. He knew I had a rough past when I came to partying.. It never went well for me.. Ever..

“Look, Just hear me out alright?” I sighed and hummed for him to continue, “I’m Inviting everyone, it’s for one of my roommate’s birthday.” I sighed and sat down as he continued on. “You aren’t the only person who hates parties who is going, one of our roommates HATES parties but he will be going so maybe you two can talk?” I sighed but thought it over for a moment.

“I’ll see what I can do, If I can go I’ll call you if not.. Well you’ll know.” He hummed then I heard talking about and Jin groaned in annoyance.

“I’ll talk to you later y/n, I have to tend to some idiots..” I giggled and we said our goodbyes then he hung up and I sat there for a moment thinking about my decisions that I had to make before this weekend.. I mean he did say I’d have someone I can talk to.. But he never said if it was a guy or girl.. Yet knowing Jin it’s most likely a guy.. I sighed and get up from the chair and made my way out into the store sitting down at the register and started my shift for the day.. Which was gonna be all day since I took up the second shift.. Hopefully Lucas can come through with that coffee once I get to the halfway point between the two shifts.. I’m really gonna need it if I plan on making it the whole shift.. Eight in the morning to two in the morning.. I sighed setting my head on the counter. This was gonna be a long long day..

#min yoongi #min yoongi smut #min yoongi fluff #min yoongi angst #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi one shot #min yoongi fanfic #bts suga #bts imagines #bts fanfic

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Shift Series: Bearly Married & Trust the Wolf // I Started Nervous And Ended Wanting More

So… there’s an author I had on my radar whose books I was dead excited for… but was also hella nervous about I feel like I got to know Zoe pretty well back in her blogging days so when she announced she’d disappeared in the blogosphere to write a book I was excited. And then when she emailed over a copy of them I suddenly got all kinds of nervous because what I about if I didn’t like it? Can there be anything worse than trying to break that news to someone? And then it was agreed that if I didn’t like it I’d read and we’d never speak of it again. I’ve probably got her all twisted about it actually because I got these books ages ago and I’ve said no words to her… well, these are all my thoughts. Good and bad. I am not going to avoid any negatives but I am so totally invested in reading the next book in the series so you know it’s not all bad.

Bearly Married (Shift #0.5) – Zoe Ashwood

Source: Author/Newsletter Genre: Paranormal romance My Rating:

Love is a great reason to marry someone, but so is desperation.

Alexandre Thibault needs to marry an heiress: his clan’s finances are decimated, and his cousin is challenging him for leadership. He has even found the perfect woman—a pure-blood bear shifter with a hefty dowry—though he never expected the attraction between them.

Christine Bergeron will do anything to escape her family home, though exchanging the city for the Canadian wilderness isn’t as easy as she’d imagined. Especially when she’s in danger of losing her heart to a man who might never love her back.

But as enemies threaten their family, Alexandre and Christine will risk everything to keep their safe haven.

Bearly Married is a prequel novella and it was released as a freebie for joining her newsletter but she sent a copy across in case I hadn’t grabbed it already. It was such an easy novella to read and whilst it had that annoying problem of leaving me wanting more it was in no way unsatisfying as a novella. It was a great introduction to the characters of Alexandre and Christine who play a more significant role in Trust the Wolf (although you have to wait for them so patience is a virtue).

This novella was the first time I’d read any of Zoe’s writing and like I said at the start, I was all kinds of nervous but I want in with an open mind and the writing style I liked. I didn’t instantly love either Alexandre or Christine. I was trying to figure out their world and everything which was happening and so whilst that was happening I wasn’t certain what to think of them. Especially as they come together in some weird archaic arranged marriage. But as I began to figure out their world and how things worked in this shifter realm I began to like them. Especially as you caught glimpses of how Christine is badass and will not take things lying down when her new husband she barely knows tries to stick in a role without any consultation and expects her to be happy with it. And when Alexandre accepts her push back without blinking an eye and actually praises her for it I figured I was going to like these guys.

They were a cute couple who had some crazy stuff going on considering the shortness of this novella. I lot of story was packed within its pages. I think my biggest grumble is I felt like a lot of the secondary characters didn’t get developed enough and I found myself needing more. I didn’t mind shifter culture wasn’t explained too in depth as this was just a prequel and that was to come, but I would have liked more… but that’s a grumble I have with all novellas. It was enjoyable and it did get me excited to continue with the series.

Trust the Wolf (Shift #1) – Zoe Ashwood

Published: 24th January 2019

Source: Author

Genre: Paranormal Romance

My Rating:

You never forget your first wolf.

Emilia’s first encounter with Jason is memorable: it’s not every day you see a stranger change into a wolf. Her attraction to him is undeniable, but the secret he shares shakes the foundations of her life.

Jason’s need for Emilia unnerves him. It’s his job to report shifters without proper ID, yet he can’t make himself do it this time. The decision bites him in the tail when he discovers exactly who she is. He must keep his distance—or there will be hell to pay.

Their fates entwine when rogue shifters learn of Emilia’s identity and will stop at nothing to get to her. Emilia and Jason will have to fight together or risk losing everything.

But most of all? Emilia must learn to trust the wolf.

I’d enjoyed Bearly Married and I was intrigued by where Trust the Wolf would be going but I was still a touch nervous because a full-blown novel is a different kettle of fish to a novella. I thoroughly enjoyed this book, though. There are no doubts to be had about that. I mean, I am eager for the next book to be in my hands because of the little snippet at the end of the first book… it was nowhere near enough to satisfy my cravings.

I will begin with my grumbles to get them out of the way. They are minor things of the grand scheme of things but it did affect my enjoyment.

First off, I struggled to get a clear idea of what I felt like the main characters would look like. Now, I am not saying I have a specific person cast in a role every time I read a book, but I tend to have some kind of fuzzy image in my head as I’m reading. My fizzy image for this book was fuzzier than usual. Now, this is partially the way I read. I have a habit of unintentionally skimming as I read and so skip things without realising (this is especially confusing in sex scenes when you’re like how did they get in that position?) and so I often find myself going back and rereading a scene and this was something which did happen here. There was a description of characters but my brain did not process it and I skipped bits without realising but other books my fuzzy image still develops... I didn’t get that as much here and it bothered me as I read.

I also had some issues with the pacing, but this again a me thing. I didn’t get totally invested in the book until like 20% of the way and I could see some interesting storyline developing, but before that, I honestly didn’t know where the book was going. But then at 50%, it seemed to have stalled a little and I was like where’s my action? And then action happened, but it hit 80% and I was questioning where the action had gone again and wouldn’t if there would be a book that sort of fizzled out. But then I felt like I was on a bit of a rollercoaster to the end so I suppose I shouldn’t complain. I think I would have liked a more constant pace of story… but then I’ve probably complained in reviews before that the book was moving too fast and couldn’t keep up. I guess I can sometimes be fussy. This one didn’t hinder my enjoyment, but since I was never sure what path the book was going to take I was very aware of the pace of the book and it took me out of the story at times.

Like I said, it wasn’t all bad because I am making grabby hands at the second book and there was plenty which kept me reading.

First off, I liked Emilia. I admit, when I first started reading I thought she knew she was a shifter so it was fun to see her reactions to this whole new world which was revealed to her. And I loved that even when this whole other world was revealed there was never any doubt that she would still want her old life. There seemed to be a constant assumption in the shifter world that once you’re a shifter the human world would be forgotten and shifters would be #1 which grated. It was good to see Emilia speaking some sense and putting folks in their place. I have to say, because I read the novella first I was constantly trying to figure out how it connected with this book and so I sort of called it with Emilia’s heritage (why yes, I did high five myself) but I still wasn’t spot on so I really enjoyed seeing her heritage revealed and how that affected both her but also how other characters (namely Jason) saw her.

I was frustrated by Jason in the book, though. I was there enjoying Emilia’s shock and reactions to shifter society whilst wanting to shake Jason. The man was all kinds of hot and cold (and occasionally arctic) with how he was with Emilia and I just so did not have time for that. It was explained pretty well why he was bouncing back and forth with how he felt for Emilia but damn did I want to give the boy a shake and tell him to sort his head out or get lost because I do not have patience for folks being messed about and there was a touch of that at the start. Thankfully, he figured himself out sharpish before I got genuinely annoyed with him otherwise we would be having a very different discussion about my feelings for this book. It was written well his struggle with himself and you couldn’t hate him too much for it because there were reasons!

I have to say the best part of this book was the relationship between Emilia and Jason but especially the sexy times (without being weird). The romance was so strong, though! Like, I knew Zoe could write good romance from the novella but damn did it shine brightest in this book when she had more time to develop the relationship. From the sexual tension building between the pair in a shifter club to a mutual masturbation scene during their road trip right up to when they actually have their bow-chicka-wow-wow moment later on. All were written well and I may not have been fanning myself, but it was close guys. The romance and sex were written so well and there was no cringing (seriously, I’ve had folks use decidedly unsexy language which throws me right out of a book so this is important to note). One moment which clearly stood out for me was when Jason backed all the way off during a heated make-out session towards the start and the couple had banged into a wall or something and Emilia let out a sound which he interpreted as him hurting her as he was being too full on and she then reassured him that it was good and more would be appreciated. I love little moments like that because they feel genuine, but also I like to see couples in romance discuss their boundaries. I don’t need an alpha male dominating with his whips and chains, I want mutual respect and a demonstration that it’s a partnership. I think that moment both set the tone for their romance together but also demonstrated what kind of romance author Zoe is. She will not be writing overbearing alpha males and unbalanced sexual relationships where the male dominates and the meek woman is just along for the ride. She wrote a woman who knew her sexual pleasure and was not afraid to grasp it with both hands and so what she wants. Why is there not more of that in romance?

Now is it a romance review if I am not complaining about folks not using their words? Yeah, there were moments of miscommunication and withholding of information which was annoying because you just know that’ll blow up in their face later on, but instead of falling into the trap of using that as a plot device to push Emilia and Jason apart it actually brought them together. It made them both question what they wanted from the other but it didn’t break them! And another time Emilia had shifted into a bear and was wondering around and you questioned if the designated bad guys were going to get her because woman wondering around alone, feels like a plot device to get her captured and in need to rescuing (boring, because why would want another example of how women need rescuing when we totally don’t) but nope. She gets told she’s leaving shifter territory and to get her ass back in the opposite direction to stay safe. And she even does some rescuing of her own later on, because Emilia's a badass like that. I just felt like this book was refreshing in not falling into the usual plot device traps which can be boring and have you rolling your eyes.

Look, I enjoyed this book. I do still have unanswered questions, but the kind of unanswered questions you expect to see explored in later books. I enjoyed this book a whole lot, far more than I think even I realised when reading because I write this up into more coherent words (you guys did not see my original word vomit take on this book, it was 2000 words long and I wrote it in like half an hour). I am eager for more, especially from the small glimpse I got of Truth or Bear. I am hoping as I continue on my questions about shifter politics and the story behind the bad guys (called the Guard) and I’m hoping we get to see more of the characters I’ve grown to love in this book. Look, it’s a debut, I am not claiming there is perfection, but it’s showing strong potential for some good stuff. I still need to learn more about the shifter world because from what I saw I do not get why Emilia would want to join (they’re a touch controlling in their government) but I do think there is a really interesting world to explore and I can’t wait to return and see this world from a new perspective.

Have you ever read a book by someone you sort of knew and felt nervous about it? And have I convinced you this a series to check out and give a chance?

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DPS Story: Surgery Day

The sky was still dark when he was getting ready. It had been quite a long time since he had to get up as early as he was, as last he checked the clock, it had shown a bright 5:50 am in its digital readout. He was expected to be there by 6:30 am, his only blessing going out so early was that not even the construction workers were on the road yet to delay anything. He was already outside, having said goodbye to his brother, waiting for his taxi to take him all the way to the hospital, where he would have to undergo surgery.

The ride to the hospital was long and silent. John tried his best to speak to the driver, to stoke up some conversation, both to put his own mind at ease while keeping himself awake, but the driver had little interest to reciprocate the notion. The driver didn't want to be out on the roads this early in the morning, but in John's defense, neither did he.

As they arrived at the front doors of the hospital, John couldn't help but marvel just how quiet it was. Not a soul was in sight, though he had no idea who to have expected to see so early in the morning. He made his way inside and followed the helpful signs on the walls directing him to the central hub, in which other signs indicated different wards of the facility. The clock overseeing the hub indicating 6:20 am. Nothing was open, not even the information desk, his only option was to sit nearby registration to make sure he wasn't late. As time progressed, more people were coming into the lobby, propagating around the seating area with him. He would guess about 10 other people arriving, not one looking like they were hospital staff. He would assume they were also scheduled for some sort of treatment this early in the morning.

As the time rolled along, the metal curtain of the registration desk opened up. Everyone began to line up, some going so far as to inject themselves in the middle of the line as if getting registered earlier was a benefit. Having been the very first to arrive, John was the last of now 15 people to approach the desk for admittance.

“Hi, my name is John D. Oh. I'm here for surgery.”

The receptionist took his ID and forms, giving them a quick scan before handing his card back. “Just follow the others, dear,” she said. “Seems like everyone's getting themselves patched up before the first frost.”

He gave a chuckled to her and did as instructed. John looked around at the others assembled, and began to wonder if they needed the same kind of work done as he did, or if there was something more. He wouldn't ask them, it would be rude to have, but all the same, his curiosity left him intrigued, and distracted.

All assembled were then greeted by one of the Nurses working the OR ward, one of many they would all meet at one point in their venture. “Just follow me, and I will show you to your respective rooms,” she said. As a unit, they followed their leader for only a few short minutes, leading them to an area with a large waiting room, and few changing rooms. “You three, come with me, the others please wait until you are called.” John was one of those picked and was given the last of the three changing rooms close by.

The room was small, with only a few cabinets, a table, a clock, a chair, and a medical bed before him. As he entered, he was instructed to wait until the Nurse returned for further information. It was now 6:45 am, his body and mind were fully awake by this point, and with this awareness came an onset of anxiety. This was the first procedure he could ever remember going through, and while friends and staff were confident of a successful operation, he couldn't help but wonder the possibilities before him, of potential and unfortunate outcomes. He shook his head and distracted himself with what he would do once he was more mobile during his recovery.

By 6:50 am the Nurse knocked on the door and entered, with her a large, warm smile. “Hey, how are you feeling?” she asked him.

“I'm okay, could use a nap or a bagel.”

She laughed a little. “Well, we'll see what we can do for you when you're able to keep down solids, and in terms of a nap that will be provided during the surgery.” John noticed she had with her a bag with some sort of cloth inside. “Inside here is the gown and shoes you'll be wearing before we get into the operating room. Oh, and have they asked about family history, history of reactions to anaesthesia, or if you've been under medication prior to last night?”

“Quite a few times,” John said.

She only smiled and nodded, placing the bag onto the bed. “We just need to be sure you will be fine during the operation. We don't want anything bad to happen as much as you do.” She took a few steps toward the door and turned back to him. “Just place your clothes and belongings into the bag. We'll lock it up for you until you're ready for it again. Otherwise, just get into the gown and knock on the door when you're ready.” And after a flash of a smile once more, she left the room.

As he took of each individual piece of clothing, slowly, his mind was left to wander once more. 'Was he going to be alright' was the forefront in his mind. If he wasn't, was everyone looked after? He could only guess they would be, having enough in his savings for things to be paid off. And he thought of everything that would need to be paid. Even with that certainty given, by this point he was in his boxers and shirt, John still felt nervous about the procedure. He felt himself shake but knew he had no choice but to follow through with it at this point. What would he say, and how would they feel, if they found out he ran away from this? He was now dressed in the gown, his clothes were placed in the bag and onto the bed. There was nothing more for him to do now. He knocked on the door. The door opened, and together with the Nurse, they proceeded to the operating room.

The hallways were chilled, despite the temperate weather outside the hospital walls. John's skin bristled with goosebumps. Polypropylene footwear and a cloth gown weren't the warmest garments he had ever worn. He must have shuttered without his knowledge as the accompanying Nurse side-glanced to him and smiled.

“If you think it's cool in here, just wait 'til we get into the actual room.”

John chuckled. “Well, it's a good thing I like Winter.”

Both patient and hospital staff shared a laugh for a moment.

“Are you nervous?” the Nurse asked. “Even just a little bit?”

“Nah,” Jack said, keeping a hand on the knot of his gown, “this is all routine for you guys by now. I doubt I have anything to worry about with professionals at the helm.”

“We do have our best people on today, you're in great hands.”

“Ah great, that makes me feel a lot better about this.” Though in the back of his mind there was still a little uncertainty. Not for the words he spoke, which were not lies by any measure, but rather for the unknown before him. He would mention this to friends and family when he had recovered some, but this was the first time he had anything major done to him in his life. He has gone to the doctor for medications and check-ups, but in terms of a major procedure, be it surgery or other such treatments, his mother could not even recall such.

When they finally made it to the room, John took a quick, though rather unnecessary look around. The technology he had only seen in television and movies were placed strategically around the large room. Overhead lamps and rolling carts already assembled with surgical tools were placed in certain areas of the bed where he would be laying in. Inside the room as well were four other medical professionals, all of which had their tasks already assigned to them.

“These lovely folks are here to assist with the surgery,” the Nurse said with a smile, motioning to other similarly dressed individuals in the room. “They know exactly what they're doing, and will make sure that you are okay, and the operation goes well for the Doctor.”

John gave a brave smile. “It's nice to meet you all.”

An assortment of waves and hellos were given, at least they too were friendly this early in the morning.

“Come over here, John, and get yourself laid down on this surgical bed.”

John approached the bed. It was small, smaller than the Twin XL mattress in his room. Even the frame seemed to be weaker than his box spring. But he knew that hospitals were equipped to deal with men and women of almost his stature, and it wasn't as though he were a large man by any means. He first sat on it and was amazed just how comfortable it felt. Without hesitating further, he swung his legs onto the bed, and the rest of him laid straight down. As small and oddly shaped it was, it supported his entire frame rather well. As a thought, he wondered if getting a small recliner would be better than just a bed; however, these thoughts, along with any other he had at the moment, would need to wait.

“Comfy?” another Nurse asked, a male one, with a soft voice yet muscular appearance.

“I can't argue about it actually,” John said.

This Nurse laughed. “Half the time before the operation, some of the patients will complain about how stiff it feels or whatever, and when they do I'll just say jokingly, 'well don't worry about it too much, you'll be asleep before too long anyway'.”

This prompted a laugh and a few inquisitive statements from the other staff, and just a laugh from John.

“Well in any case,” his original Nurse said, “just lay back and relax, and let us fuss over you for the next few or so hours, how about that?”

John nodded, “I'm in your hands.”

Thus began the pre-operation ritual all but John knew about. One Nurse would tell him that his gown would be adjusted so they had access to his upper torso, for the sensors to be placed, and so there were no obstructions for the surgery. John nodded and agreed. Another Nurse with a colleague approached and mentioned that they were going to attach a sensor on his finger for the heart monitor. John nodded and agreed.

Then another, with the Nurse he became familiar with, approached. “So now we're gonna get ready here. The doctor is on his way, and he says we're good to go with getting you ready for sleep. In the past, we used a gas mixed with oxygen to administer the anaesthesia, but now it is done with an IV solution. It's painless, a lot more effective.”

“Oh good, I'd like to have a pain free surgery for my first time.”

The pair chuckled, “consider it done.”

The Nurses went to work, first acquiring the IV solution and setting it up beside the surgical bed. Then it was securing both the proper vein in which to place the needle into and then inserting such needle into the arm. John felt the tiniest sting of the needle as it was inserted, and while he wasn't aware of it, the IV began to flow seamlessly into his system.

“Alright, we're ready to go,” said his first Nurse, looking down at him and smiling. “We're going to put a mask over you now. It's filled with pure oxygen to help you breathe a little easier. In no time you'll be drifting off to sleep, and before you know it you'll be awake in the recovery ward wondering where you are. The doctor is just preparing himself and will see you when you're asleep. From here on out, we've got you safe in our hands.”

John made one last smile. “Well then, good night.”

“We'll see you in the morn- ah, afternoon.”

The mask was placed onto his mouth and nose. He was instructed to breathe in and out as he had practiced before in other medical appointments. He began to, and as he was given praise for his good work in doing so, he began making some mental observations to distract himself. He marveled how young and cute some of the female nurses were, and yet having years of experience in their field, something that he appreciated. He was even more curious about the male Nurse and his physique. It was not often one would meet someone in the medical field looking like an athlete.

Then he began to do a checklist of everything he made sure of before he left for the surgery. It was far too late to alter anything if he had not done so, and he would not have the ability nor the time to instruct anyone else to ensure the checks were correct. If such checks were even needed at all. He knew this was a routine, and thus otherwise an uncomplicated operation, but being a man of contingency plans, and a past of tragedy, he didn't want to leave anything to chance. He hoped his brother knew to check the necessary places for that plan to go through, but he could not control that.

While his anxiety about the event was fading, a brief feeling of resignation formed. If this was really how his end would come, if it came at all, then he was okay with it. He had met some interesting people and his life and knew that he would be missed by most if not all he had known. He knew it was silly to think like that, and knew he would wake up, he held onto that hope with a passion, but he also made sure to make peace with himself should something happen.

His breathing, meanwhile, remained at a deepened and slow pace, one adjusted that he would normally have done when going to sleep normally. Deep breaths going into the nostrils for 5 seconds, and out through the mouth until there was nothing left. Another observation he thought of was how strange pure oxygen smelled of. It was very distinct, yet something he could not place specifically. Almost a sweet aroma, a very pleasant scent.

Then something happened, something that caught him off guard. As he tried to draw in another breath, he found that he was unable to. He tried again to no avail. This is it, he thought to himself, trying to remain calm as to not alarm the Nurses. He listened to the voices and the instruments around him, and nothing made an indication of his current predicament. Yet as he tried once more to draw breath, he found that his body was no longer willing to do so. And just before he could have done something to show his worry – he fell asleep.

When he woke, he did just as his Nurse predicted: He wondered where he was. The room he resided in was vastly different than the one he was placed in currently. It was a lot warmer too, so he knew he was no longer in the OR ward. He was covered in a thick, white bed sheet from his shoulders to his feet. As his senses were coming back to him – and thankfully his breathing – he could also feel that the sheet was the only thing covering him now. But that feeling was a low tier concern for him.

“Good morning,” came the voice of one last Nurse he would speak to.

“Morning,” John said quietly.

“How are you feeling? Nauseous? Dizzy?”

“Tired...”

“Do you want to sleep some more? I can always come back and see how you are then.”

“Mm no... I'm awake now.”

“Well, let's see how well you are.”

He wouldn't need to stay in the recovery room for longer than he needed to. After a short assessment followed by a couple pieces of toast, they allowed him to call for a ride and make his way home. When he arrived at the hospital, it was still the dark of the night, and now in the early afternoon, it was bright and sunny, if not a little cool due to the wind. He didn't mind it though, as it was a reminder he was still around, and his contingency plan never needed to be implemented. He smiled to himself, as he waited in the wheelchair with his Nurse for his ride. He was glad that it was finally over, and after several weeks of proper rest, things would be back to normal for him. He just hoped he would never have to experience that form of treatment ever again.

#DPS story #hospital #surgery #inspiration #based on truth

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>ID: Set the barre.

@rebatrolls

-- iconicDisquiet [ID] is now trrolling unruffledVanquisher [UV]! --

ID: You simpering hypocrite. ￣へ￣ ID: You know, sometimes I think to myself: am I too harsh on Vadadear? Who is he, ultimately, but some kid of a seagoat, thrashing around in the shallows of life? Why, you might say to yourself, that's terrible, how could anything be so daft as to get stuck there? But ultimately, you can't exactly judge. All you can do is click your tongue and know that, eventually, it'll either asphyxiate, or figure it out. ID: But then you go and prove that, honestly, you absolutely warrant every cruel allegation towards your honesty, common decency, and common sense that I've ever given. ID: Out of all the doctors on the ship, you really go to Ullane. ID: The yellowblood. ID: Is your organisation so poor that they can't afford a higher mediculler, sweetheart? ID: Because frankly, I just don't buy it! UV: Careful. UV: You are sounding a bit casteist. ID: Well, heavens to betsy, we just can't be having that. It's not casteism, sweetheart, to say that the Empire might want someone a little higher to go looking at their little pet projects gear. ID: After all, they're the ones who say it's just not worth the time to go training lowbloods up for that sort of work~ UV: On top of just sounding like a pupa who had candy taken from them, spitting out accusations and hitting the ground. ID: You went and practically wept over me talking to your precious Nanako, and then you swing around and start hitting up my folks. ID: Why, were you just that keen for attention after a whole, long week? Couldn't abide not having my name in your inbox? ￣へ￣ ID: Congratulations, darling, you've got it. And all it took was making a fool of yourself, making a show of digging up the only mediculler on the station who just so happens to know me. UV: I was referred to Ullane. My apologies for not immediately realizing that it was, as you like to say, your Ullane and... Asking for another mediculler, I suppose. UV: To spare your delicate feelings. UV: Would you like to claim that I damaged myself on purpose to see her as well? UV: While you are busy hurling nonsense at me. ID: How in the world do you damage metal fronds in the first place? ID: Did you go and stick them in a blender? ヽ(｀⌒´)ノ UV: I do not think that is any of your concern. ID: I don't actually care, mind. But you're the one bringing up the injury. ヾ(¯^￣๑) And it is awfully hard to break metal. ID: But your incompetence isn't my business, it's true! UV: Honestly Iconic. Do you have nothing better to do with your nights than to stir yourself in to a froth over Ullane treating someone? ID: I just don't know. You certainly didn't have anything better to do than clutch your pearls over my daring to talk to your battery. ID: I'm just amazed, that's all! UV: We both know why I did not want you trying to use Nanako, you can drop the coy act any time now. ID: Would you believe that I just don't have the faintest idea? UV: Any time you say 'would you believe' I know it is a lie. UV: So no. UV: However, if you could perhaps take a moment to realize that the universe does not, in fact, revolve aorund you, you might take a moment to realize that Ullane is a skilled mediculler with plenty of knowledge about biowire. UV: So perhaps you should not disparage her for her caste or think that she does not deserve higher profile clients because of it. ID: ID: Since when is stating the obvious disparaging? UV: You are quite hopeless, do you know that? UV: I went to Ullane because she was highly recommended. My apologies that I did not chose to see someone higher but without the same amount of skill. ID: Well, it's positively lovely to know that you're one of the few finfaces looking for skill over hue. Forgive me if I just didn't innately realise. ヽ(｀⌒´)ノ ID: And I just don't think a basic general counts as high-profile, by the way. Don't get too up on yourself, now. ID: She's worked on far more prestigious folks. Or are you the one being disparaging, now? ╮(╯▽╰)╭ UV: 'It's not casteism, sweetheart, to say that the Empire might want someone a little higher to go looking at their little pet projects gear.' UV: You do a very poor job at backtracking. ID: It's not backtracking. I didn't realise you went out, looking for a mediculler yourself, that's all. ID: Aren't those sort of things usually assigned? ID: ID: You know what, never mind. ID: I don't actually care. ╮(╯▽╰)╭ UV: So you are admitting that you came in here assuming I had been assigned to Ullane. UV: But still decided to contact me, acting aghast, as if I had plotted it. ID: Oh, don't act as if you couldn't just request a new one. UV: Why would I have? Do you think I wished to spend all night turning my nose up at medicullers? ID: ID: Do you even read my text, or do you just look at all of the pink, let your eyes unfocus, and float around whatever thoughts you've got going in that empty pan of yours? ID: More ways to rail on my theatrics, maybe? ID: I'm not here to outline every step of your hypocriscy, Vadadear, even though I'm sure that'd just be a glorious use of your time. ID: More use than you usually get out of it, at least. UV: Honestly at this point, I was beginning to get used to not having to look at any of the pink. UV: And I am a bit occupied with much more important things than you having another fit. UV: Will you be going back to pretending I do not exist after this, then? ID: ID: Well, heavens, I just didn't know you were so keen on my attention that I can't go. What? A week or two without brightening your doorstep? ID: Maybe if you actually do something interesting, folks would pay more attention. ID: Just a tip~ ID: And what important things are you up to? ID: Smashing your fingers under ships again? ╮(╯▽╰)╭ UV: Darkening my doorstep. I was enjoying that you had sulked off to whatever sewer you usually crawl out of. UV: Perhaps you should return there. Since you are busy spewing garbage. UV: Confidential, Iconic. ID: Of course you were. That's why you went and answered the message, instead of your usual little exit strategy, isn't it? ฅ'ω'ฅ ID: And one night, you'll go ahead and learn a new word than just confidential. ID: But y'know what? ID: That's fine. I'm sure I don't even care to know~ And my point's been made, so I'll let you get back to - ID: - well, whatever it is you do, when you're not mangling your hands. UV: Mmm. UV: As long as you try to avoid getting shot at. UV: And your 'point' is as dull as your wit. As always.

-- unruffledVanquisher [UV] has stopped messaging iconicDisquiet [ID]!--

Well! That went better than you’d thought.

All things considered, even you know this is absurd. Stalking is not, despite all of Vadaya’s cruel jibes, actually a hobby of yours! Other people have never been interesting enough to warrant your attention, never mind enough to dedicate it to them. And you do know normal boundaries. In some circles, this sort of thing might be flattering. In most..

.. well. It’s essentially stalking.

You’ll just have to hope that Vadaya thinks of it as the former, that’s all, because you were halfway through this plan when the absurdity struck you, and it’s too late to back down now. Besides! He’d accused you of having no ambition, and having no motives. He’d said you were lazy, coasting on long-passed victories, and unable to emulate them before. He’d said a lot of things.. and everything you’ve pulled together tonight is a sign that he’s wrong, and you were right. He thought he knew you! He doesn’t know a single fucking thing about you, and you’ve got every plan to rub his nose in that fact. It’s not stalking. It’s showcasing your efforts, making him realise the sort of troll that he’s dealing with, even if you have to lead him to the water and drown him to make it set in.

It’s the sort of stunt that you might find endearing, if you were interested in someone pitch.

After you’d finished ripping them to pieces over it. But you’d like to see Vadaya try.

.. you’d really, really like to see him try.

The city of Civitrecce isn’t exactly your favorite place to be. It’s a huge, bustling metropolis filled to the brim with the sort of trolls that you’d like to sink your psi into: cullbait and mutants, highbloods with enough modifications that they could pass as either, hauling aliens behind them on chains and leashes. And the city itself isn’t much of a looker. Oh, there’s white sands as far as the eye can see off on the eastern edge, but that’s the problem with it. All of it’s got white somewhere, from the shining streets to the high-rises blocking out nearly every inch of the sky.

White, and red so bright that it makes you feel like you’re back in Temasek. But you’re not. More importantly, you’re not going to let yourself go and get spooked off of your mission over something as simple as architecture. It’d taken actual weeks of work to pull all of this together: first, in convincing Zhuang that the news of the Shepherd’s coolant implant had been stolen and was being sold was legitimate, and then in convincing him this was something that they could sell back to her, and then in pulling the information out of them after, in slow trickles as they’d sent off their messages, and waited for the responses.

The QPIN had always worked with the Imperial Education Program, long before you were hatched, and long before even the current Queenpin had emerged from the caverns. As one of the largest manufacturers of helming technology, and the largest producer of helms, they shared technology, employees, and most importantly, news. You’d heard the name enough when she and Raphae droned away in her office, more than any other business. You’d seen the name on enough technology, and on enough collars, scarred down to the bone with the name of what company’s ships the helming recruits would serve.

You’d known how Shepherd would take the news, as soon as she heard it. More importantly, you’d known what she’d ask! Your proctor had sat on the message for two, three nights before she’d thanked Zhuang for the notice, and then she’d asked them to take care of it. And why wouldn’t she? She didn’t know anything about this business, not really, but it wasn’t the sort of thing that she handled. She was a scientist and a businesswoman, not a keeper of soldiers.

And luckily, the QPIN turned out to have hooks in those as well.

You’ve never met a Scimitar prior to Vadaya and Rumisa. Oh, you’d read the pages and pages online on them, after you’d first met him, and then in the weeks after. Everything that can be accessed publicly! Everything that can be accessed privately, for those outside of the organisation, because even Raphae’s credentials won’t get you into another program’s personal servers. You’d called them glorified ruffianhilators, when you’d first met him, and really, you stand by that. There’s no point to them, and no reason for their sheer amount of pride; anything they do, then you’re certain you could manage it better.

Maybe not for some of the more headstrong ones, but.. well, you’re just not interested in using your psionics to their full potential. There’s nothing showy about the scale of work that your pan is geared towards. But that doesn’t mean you couldn’t, if you tried, and it doesn’t mean you don’t know what you’re capable of. You’d taken stress tests like the rest of your program, regularly enough to see how far you could be pushed. The body is full of small, vital parts, and places where the slightest tug of psi could set everything wrong.

So one of them can break walls with their scream. It’s not impressive.

And you refuse to be impressed by Zhuang’s pet Scimitar, no matter how much they prompt you. Tenienté Longhaul is a lieutenant general for the Imperial Psionic Corps, a tealblood with a combat history nearly as far as back as the first Ascension. He’s a speedster, a soldier, and a hundred different things that your contact had tried to press on you - but ultimately, the only thing that matters is he’s the one that assigns Vadaya’s missions.

Which is why you’re pacing along the brim of a roof, sipping on some pink and green powdered abomination of a drink as you watch the street. This is the most likely path for Vadaya to head to, you think. The laboratory is three streets over still, the sort of perfectly Modernist abomination that’s only unobstrusive in this hellhole of a city. It’s at the end of a dead end street, with the sea behind it and cliffs that crumble into a sheer drop, so you don’t expect he’ll go trying to climb it.

Especially not when you know the cliffs are wired with defenses for the institute honeycombed through them. He might still! If he does..

Vadaya’s interesting because he thinks he’s smarter than you: not just in books, but ways that actually count. He thinks he’s more competent, more agile, better in a thousand different ways. If he gets shot up trying to be clever, the only unfortunate part will be that you can’t watch it happen.

But it won’t happen. Already, you think you see a familiar set of horns cutting through the crowd, just as brisk as he’d been on Epiphany. And you could lunge down, introduce yourself properly, but.

.. you hate him. You hate this, because now that the moment’s come, your plan suddenly seems so much more ridiculous than it was in your head. What is this, one of Riccin’s musicals? You’ll show up at his mission, this time on purpose, and he’ll be infuriated, but impressed at your.. brass? Your confidence?

The fact that, for all of his showboating of the fact he’s an imperial soldier, that you can set yourself up as his equal just by pulling strings?

Of course he will. Vadaya’s yet to do anything that’ll surprise you, and you think - you hope - that you’re still on track. You’d be impressed! If he isn’t, then that isn’t your problem, is it? It’s his.

And in the meanwhile, you just need to remind yourself of what you tell your pupas: if you’re going to have cold feet, you might as well cut them off. So you drop off the roof as he passes under you, pose as neat as any lunge, and as you fall, you shoot off a message in your pan.

-- iconicDisquiet [ID] is now trolling unruffledVanquisher [UV]! --

ID: Hey there, stranger~

“Fancy seeing you here,” you call down, amused, and you don’t let your trepidation show. “Why, what a coincidence.”

-- iconicDisquiet [ID] has stopped messaging unruffledVanquisher [UV]!--

#[t: id: set the barre]#[prose]

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