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callsign-dexter · 4 months

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"911 what is your emergency?"

Request: hi I was wondering if I could please request a TK x daughter with the angst prompt starter “you were supposed to leave”?

totally your choice 💜

Starter- You were supposed to leave.

Pairings: TK Strand x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst

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A/N: Thank you to the person who sent this in!

“Remember I need your guy’s permission slips for our field trip to Laboratory and Field Investigations. I also need another parent to go because this is a huge lab and we will be splitting up.” Mr. Vencie said, he was your science teacher and you absolutely loved him because he always made class fun. You, Y/N Strand, are just a junior in high school. You didn’t like school but science had quickly become your favorite subject thanks to Mr. Venice. There was instant chatter has the bell rang signaling the end of the school day. Normally you would head home but you were given specific instructions to head the fire station that your father and grandfather, TK Strand and Owen Strand, worked at.

“So, what are your plans after you leave?” Your best friend, Harper Wells, asked as you both walked out of the school.

“I was planning on going home but I was told I needed to head to the station, something about people coming to work on the house. Dad, Carlos, and Gramps don’t want me there alone and they’re both working.” You said, Carlos is your father’s boyfriend and you love him dearly and he loves you just as equally. You called Owen, Gramps just to get on his nerves because he didn’t look that old but he acted like it sometimes.

“Your dad is hot.” She said not afraid to let you know that pretty much all the time.

“And gay.” You said with a roll of your eyes.

“Hey, it doesn’t hurt to look.” She said and you laughed as you reached your Jeep that you begged your dad for. “You think he will be chaperoning the trip?” She asked and you shook your head.

“No, he has to work. I think Carlos may go though.” You said already preparing for what was about to be said.

“Hey, he’s hot too.” She said and there it was.

“Yea ok Harper.” You said and she just smiled because she knew that it got on your nerves sometimes. “Listen, I got to go. I’ll text you later.” You said and then hugged her and she hugged you back.

“Be careful and let me know when you get to the station safely.” She said as she released you from the hug.

“You know I will.” You said and then you both were saying bye to each other and getting your cars and driving home. You got into your car and sat there for a minute while you pulled out your phone and opened your text messages and opened the group chat that you had going with your father, Carlos, and grandpa.

School just let out. Heading to the station.

You waited for a response and immediately got them back.

Dad: Be safe. We will see you when you get here. Love you!

Gramps: Don’t get pulled over… but I’m sure Carlos would get you out. Love you.

Carlos: I would absolutely do that. I love her too much. Let me know when you get there safely. Love you.

Love you guys too. I will be safe. Gramps I’m going to break every single road law.

Gramps: Y/N Y/M/N Strand

You just laughed and began your drive after starting your car up. It was only a 30-minute drive to the station. You arrived in no time and parked where your Jeep next to your grandpa’s truck and killed the engine and made your way inside with your backpack on your shoulder and keys in one hand. Everyone knew who you were even the ones that normally didn’t work with your dad’s crew so nobody asked why you were there. As you were walking you noticed that the ambulance wasn’t there and it didn’t surprise you. You walked further and saw Judd. “Hey, Judd!” You said and he turned around and smiled.

“Little Strand! How are you?” He asked coming over and hugging you and you hugged him back.

“It was good! I have a field trip coming up to a science lab.” You said and he smiled and released you from the hug.

“That sounds fun. Your dad, Tommy, and Nancy got called out but should be back shortly. It didn’t sound like anything serious.” He said and you nodded.

“How is Grace?” You asked and he smiled. Grace was like a mother figure to you; she helped you with girl problems and when you had boy problems but your dad was surprisingly good with that. Your mom hasn’t been in the picture since you born. She and your dad had hooked up while they were both on drugs and she had stopped them when she was pregnant with you, she did have a soft spot for kids and babies, but when you were born, she gave up parenting rights to TK who was off of drugs and getting help. You had stayed with your grandma at the time while he got help but once he was clean, he was 100% about taking care of you and you quickly became a daddy’s girl. Now at 17 years old your bond with your father was strong and you could care less about his sexuality just as long as he was happy so were you. When he got dumped by his boyfriend before coming to Texas, he was heartbroken but he stayed strong for you and continued to be a great father to you.

“She’s good! She’s wondering when your next girl date is, she’s missing you.” He said and you smiled.

“I’ll have to shoot her a text later.” You replied and he smiled.

“She would love that.” Judd said “Your grandpa is in his office.” He said and you nodded and started that way. As you were walking you saw everyone else in the kitchen. “Hey!” You said with a smile and everyone turned to look at you.

“Little Strand!” A course of voices shouted out and they came over to hug you.

“How was school?” Marjan asked

“It was good. We have a field trip coming up that I need to talk to dad about chaperoning or maybe getting Carlos to do so.” You said and they smiled.

“Where is it?” Mateo asked and you turned to look at him.

“Laboratory and Field Investigations.” You said

“Oh, that sounds fun.” Paul said and you nodded.

“Science is a favorite of mine especially since the teacher I have makes it fun.” You said “Sorry to cut this short but I need to talk to Gramps.” You said and they all snickered, they encouraged it. You headed to his office and when you got there, he wasn't doing anything so you knocked and he looked up and waved you on in. “Hi, Gramps.” You said with a smirk and he groaned playfully but got up and walked over to you and hugged you.

“Hi, Sweetheart.” He said and then released you from the hug. “Your dad will be back soon.” He said and you nodded.

“Yea, Judd told me.” You said and then went and sat down on the couch and pulled out your phone shooting off a text to Carlos letting him know that you had arrived along with one to Harper. “Hey, Gramps?” You asked looking up at your phone seeing that he had gone back to his desk and he looked up.

“What's up?” He asked

“I have a field trip coming up soon and need a chaperone. Do you think Dad will be able to get off?” You asked, sounding hopeful but knew the answer.

“Depends on the day. When is it?” He asked

“Friday.” You said and he nodded thinking.

“I think we'll be working. Maybe Carlos can go with you.” He said and you nodded.

“That was going to be my next person I ask.” You said just then your dad walked in and that made you smile and get up and hug him. “Hi, Daddy.” You said excitedly which made him chuckle.

“Hi, Baby Girl. Good day at school?” He asked and you nodded and stepped back.

“Yes. Speaking of school.” You started

“Uh oh. What did you do?” He asked smirking teasingly and you pushed him slightly “Kidding.” He said and then you both went and sat down on the couch and Owen came over.

“Oh hush. I have a field trip coming up and we need an extra chaperone. Gramps said that you all would be working.” You said and he nodded.

“He's right but Carlos would love to go with you. He loves hanging out with you and doing stuff with you.” TK said and you smiled and nodded, you really loved Carlos too. “You can ask him tonight.” He said

“Ok!” You said and didn't have a moment to say anything else because the bell rang signaling for all trucks and ambulances to go and you hugged them both and got cozy on the couch. While they were gone you did your homework and played on your phone. There was no telling how long they would be gone for.

It was Monday night which meant that your day was getting off today and that meant he had 3 days off but would have to go back to work on Friday. When he got off of shift, he got into his car and you drove behind him going home. When you got home you saw Carlos’ Camero was in the driveway and you both parked in your undesignated spots. You both walked in to the cooking filing the house and your mouth watered, that was one thing about your dad and Carlos they could cook and it was the most delicious food ever but its another story for when your grandpa cooked. Carlos looked up and greeted the both of you with a smile. “Hey guys.” He said as he stirred something on the stove you walked over and he pulled you in a side hug.

“Hey.” You said

“Hey babe.” TK said and walked over to kiss Carlos.

“We’re having enchiladas tonight. I hope you’re both hungry.” He said and both you and your dad nodded.

“I’m ready for some good food. Let’s just say it had been rough with food for the last couple of days at the station.” He said and you and Carlos chuckled and TK grimaced.

“Grandpa cook?” You asked and he nodded.

“You two go wash up and change. Supper will be ready in 30 minutes.” Carlos said and that is what you both did. 30 minutes later all 3 of you were sitting down for supper and talking began. Typically, they kept work talk at work and didn’t bring it home but sometimes there was a slip up but you enjoyed hearing about their days.

“Carlos.” You began and he looked up at you as if saying ‘go on’ “I have a field trip to a science lab coming up on Friday and we need another chaperone. Dad is working and so is Grandpa. I was wondering if you would be able to go.” You asked shyly. You didn’t like asking much but you had too.

“Of course, I would love to go with you. It sounds like fun and I get to be with you.” He said and the biggest smile appeared on your face and one appeared on both his and TK’s face. “Where is it?” He asked.

“Laboratory and Field Investigations.” You said getting excited.

“Oh exciting.” He said and TK said at the same time and you smiled and continued to eat. The rest of dinner was in great spirits and everyone was happy.

Over the next couple of days, you were preparing to go on the field trip. You had turned in your permission slip that your dad had signed and told Mr. Vencie that Carlos would be the chaperone for the trip, he was beyond excited to hear that since he was a cop and could handle out of control situations.

Friday rolled around and you were riding with Carlos to school. When you got there both of you walked in and went to the meeting place to check in. Once everything was good to go Harper found you and you both began to talk. Everyone got on the bus and you sat close to Carlos not wanting to be away from him, the bus ride didn’t take to long it was only a 20-minute drive to the lab and you were getting excited. Carlos talked with the other chaperones about anything could and you could tell they were drooling over him you just smirked and nudged him and he would playfully roll his eyes at you “You’re too much liked your father.” He would say and that just made you laugh.

Everyone gathered out front of the building and Mr. Venice gave orders and told everyone to get into groups with a chaperone. You were quick to side with Carlos and Harper was too. Once everyone was grouped the tour began, something was making you uneasy and you didn’t like this feeling but you were enjoying the lab so you didn’t say anything. The further the tour went on the more had the feeling but still didn’t say anything.

The tour was almost done when there was an explosion very close to your group and was so powerful that it pushed you back into Carlos and you both went down. You had hit your head on a metal pole and that had your ears ringing and blacked out for a moment. When your senses came back to you the building was filled with smoke and some fires had broken out. “Are you alright?” Carlos was asking you but your ears were ringing and that made him concerned he has been kneeling over you having gotten up but you could see some soot and some cuts on his face but nothing too major. “Y/N.” He said and it was slowly becoming clearer and you turned to him “Are you ok?” He asked again and you nodded having heard him this time around.

“I think so.” You said as he helped you sit up.

“It looks like you have a cut on your forehead and doesn’t need stitches. Anything else hurt?” He asked and when you went to get up your ankle screamed out in pain and you hissed.

“My ankle.” You said and he nodded and looked down and when he touched it you were ready to kick him but didn’t.

“Can you walk and try to help everyone and get them out?” He asked and you nodded as he helped you up. You pushed the pain down and limped checking on people and telling them where to go. You also had gotten your phone and called 911.

“911 what’s your emergency?” Grace’s voice came through.

“Grace it’s Y/N Strand. There was an explosion at Laboratory and Field Investigations. I’m on a field trip.” You said

“Are you ok? Are you hurt?” She asked

“Yes, I am but I’m ok. Carlos is here with me.” You said

“Is anybody else hurt?” She asked

“Yes.” You said

“Ok, I’m dispatching the 126. Y/N?” She asked

“Hmm?” You asked surveying the area.

“Be careful.” She said

“I will.” You said and then hung up the phone.

As you were making your rounds you would look up at Carlos every now and then but when you went back to checking on people you saw Harper lying unconscious on the ground. You limped over to her and kneeled down.

“Harper?” You asked and shook her slightly and that roused her and she was slowly opening her eyes. “Are you ok? There has been an explosion.” You said and helped her sit up.

“I think so.” She said and you helped her up and started to walk outside. Carlos was right behind you and when you got out most of the building had been evacuated and people were being tended to. You could really see the smoke and the fire from the outside. Carlos turned to you.

“Stay here.” He said and you nodded and waited outside after 10 minutes he hadn’t come out and you needed to go back in you needed to help people, it was in your blood. You started to walk that way when Harper stopped you.

“What are you doing?” She asked

“I can’t just sit around and do nothing. That’s not who I am.” You told her and then hurriedly walked towards the building just as soon as the 126 pulled up meaning that your dad was pulling up. You walked into the building and was met with smoke and that made you cough. You got to one part and ran into someone and it turned out to be Carlos and he turned to you.

"You're not supposed to be here. You were supposed to get out." Carlos said to Y/N, she was just like her dad and grandpa always running into danger and not away. You shook your head.

“I need to help.” You said and he sighed.

“You’re just like your father and grandpa.” He said and shook his head and then began telling you what to do. You got more people out but you heard someone hollering and instead of sticking with Carlos you went to that voice. “Y/N!” He yelled but you were already gone into the black smoke.

“Can you hear me?!” You yelled out.

“I’m here!” The voice said you followed it and it led you to a door you tried to touch the handle but was burnt in the process.

“Hold on! Back away from the door!” You said and prayed they listened and you raised you foot and used all the strength you had and kicked the door and it actually worked.

“Thank you! We were trapped!” They yelled out over the alarms and fire.

“You’re welcome! Is anyone injured?” You asked and they nodded.

“My partner. She was blown back into the wall and hit her head. She’s bleeding pretty badly.” They said and you nodded and looked around.

“Take your jacket off and press it to her head. The pressure will help. Let’s get you out of here.” You said and they nodded and did as they were told and the three of you slowly made the trek out of the building you were close to the entrance but you heard something “Get her to an EMT more specifically Tommy Vega, Nancy Gillian, or TK Strand.” You said and they nodded and you headed back in. You followed the sound to another room and saw that someone was trapped and you tried to get to them but it was hard and your ankle hurt and so was your head. When you got them, you kneeled down. “Sir? Can you hear me?” You asked and he nodded.

“Yes, I can. My leg is trapped.” He said and looked over and it was.

“I’m gonna try and lift it.” You said and he nodded and when you began to lift it, he yelled out in pain but it was working. Once it was up, he scooted himself away and out.

“Thank you so much.” He said and you smiled.

“Let’s get you out of here.” You said and he nodded and you helped him stand up it was getting hard to breathe.

“How are you so calm and know what to do for a 17-year-old?” He asked and you smiled but coughed and so did he.

“My dad and grandpa taught me. He is a paramedic and my grandpa is a firefighter.” You said and you could see the exit but something was creaking both you and the man you were helping stopped and looked up the ceiling was about to collapse. “We need to go!” You shouted and he agreed. You both barley made it out before it collapsed though your shoulder was hit in the process. When you were out and saw daylight you both sighed in relief. You were safe enough away from the building when you saw three very familiar figures hurrying over to you as another paramedic from another station took the man off and away from you.

“You were supposed to leave.” TK said and you looked down.

“I know but people needed help.” You said and he sighed and brought you into a hug.

“You did well. When two people said that a 17-year-old girl helped them and told them to ask for us we knew it was you.” Your dad said and kissed your head and then released you and looked at you. “Let’s get you checked out.” He said and you nodded and he threw and arm around you and helped you limp your way to the others.

“You scared us.” Owen said finally speaking up after you had come out and helping TK lower you down onto the back of the ambulance. Your dad started to clean up the cut on your head.

“I’m sorry.” You said

“You’re safe and you helped a lot of people. We can’t be mad at you.” You dad said and everyone nodded.

“TK is right. You were so brave.” Carlos said and you looked up and smiled.

“Alright, I want you to go to the hospital and get your head and ankle checked out.” TK said

“But dad-“ You began but one look that only a parent could have when their child was doing something bad you shut your mouth.

“This is not up for discussion. As your father I want you to get checked out.” Your dad said and you nodded and then he leaned over and kissed your forehead just as soon as Nancy and Tommy walked over they greeted you and your dad explained everything and they nodded as if you were being loaded onto a gurney.

“Carlos go with her. I’m gonna finish and help here.” Owen said and he nodded and got into the back of the ambulance with you and Tommy and Nancy got up in the front. “I love you, Y/N.” He said and you smiled.

“Love you too Gramps.” You said with a smirk and he groaned but smiled and closed the doors and hit the back of it and you were on your way. As you made your way to the hospital your dad and Carlos fussed over you and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You just smiled, happy everyone is ok and you were going to be ok and you had your dad and your soon to be step-dad with you, you knew it was coming it was just a matter of time. “Dad, Carlos?” You asked and they looked at you.

“Are you ok? Is anything wrong?” Carlos asked and chuckled and nodded your head.

“I’m ok and nothing is wrong. I just wanted to say I love you both so much.” You said and they smiled.

“We love you too.” They both said at the same time. You smiled. You were going to be ok.

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ao3feed-torchwood · 5 months

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The Silver Torchwood

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52591651 by noodleleg This book includes the Torchwood crew and my OC Silver (destined to become a solar system) this follows her through side adventures which don't quite fit with the plot of my previous books in this series. There are are also X READERS in this book and probably will be incorrect quotes. Words: 14848, Chapters: 5/?, Language: English Series: Part 4 of DOCTA WHA?! Fandoms: Doctor Who, Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who (1963), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Torchwood, Doctor Who: Past Doctor Adventures - Various Authors Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, The Master (Simm), Eleventh Doctor (Doctor Who), Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Twelfth Doctor, Original Time Lord Character(s) (Doctor Who), Missy (Doctor Who), Gwen Cooper, Toshiko Sato, Owen Harper, Kate Lethbridge-Stewart, Fourth Doctor (Doctor Who) Relationships: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, Tenth Doctor & Jack Harkness, Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness, Jack Harkness & Team Torchwood, John Hart & Team Torchwood, Gwen Cooper/Rhys Williams, Gwen Cooper & Jack Harkness, Gwen Cooper & Jack Harkness & Owen Harper & Ianto Jones & Toshiko Sato, Owen Harper/Toshiko Sato, The Doctor (Doctor Who)/Rose Tyler, The Doctor (Doctor Who)/Original Female Character(s), Twelfth Doctor/Original Male Character(s), the mistress/original female character, The Master/Original Time Lord Character(s) (Doctor Who), Eleventh Doctor/Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Humor, Humour, Comedy, Science Fiction

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hawthornehoe · 1 year

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hello! my name is vic!

this is my video game based writing account!

i am 16yrs old (but i will write smut)

you may request characters in my asks.

below, are the characters (with media) i write for.

i will write x reader content (mainly x m!reader and x nb!reader)

handsome jack ( bl2 / pre - sequel )

timothy lawrence ( pre - sequel / bl3 )

roland ( bl1 / bl2 / pre - sequel )

mordecai ( bl1 / bl2 / bl3 / tales from the borderlands / pre - sequel )

brick ( bl1 / bl2 / bl3 / tales from the borderlands / pre - sequel )

lilith ( bl1 / bl2 / bl3 / pre - sequel )

zer0 ( bl2 / bl3 / tales from the borderlands )

axton ( bl2 / bl3 / pre - sequel )

maya ( bl2 / bl3 )

wilhelm ( bl2 / pre - sequel )

rhys strongfork ( bl3 / tales from the borderlands )

zane flynt ( bl3 )

fl4k ( bl3 )

moze ( bl3 )

vaughn ( bl2 / bl3 / tales from the borderlands )

august ( tales from the borderlands )

max caulfield ( life is strange )

chloe price ( life is strange / life is strange : before the storm )

victoria chase ( life is strange )

nathan prescott ( life is strange )

shawn diaz ( life is strange 2 )

finn mcnamara ( life is strange 2 )

steph gringrich ( life is strange : before the storm / life is strange : true colors )

alex chen ( life is strange : true colors )

john hancock ( fallout 4 )

rj macready ( fallout 4 )

paladin danse ( fallout 4 )

grusha ( pokemon scarlet / pokemon violet )

larry ( pokemon scarlet / pokemon violet )

alistair ( dragon age: origins )

zevran aranai ( dragon age: origins )

king cailan ( dragon age: origins )

cassandra pentagast ( dragon age: inquisition )

cullen rutherford ( dragon age: inquisition )

solas ( dragon age: inquisition )

iron bull ( dragon age: inquisition )

cole ( dragon age: inqusition )

krem ( dragon age: inquisition )

grayson hawthorne (the inheritance games series)

jameson hawthorne (the inheritance games series)

will newman (five feet apart- book vers.)

augustus waters (the fault in our stars- book vers.)

nick carraway (the great gatsby- book vers.)

owen harper (doctor who) [ immortality : owen harper masterlist ]

#bl1 #bl2 #bl3 #tales from the borderlands #bl x reader #borderlands #borderlands 2 #borderlands 3 #the inheritance trilogy #the inheritance games #gay men #aesthetic #writing #booksbooksbooks #books & libraries #fanfic #fanfiction

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svnkissedskies · 2 years

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DILEMMA, imagine

Pairings: Owen Harper x GN!Reader, Torchwood Team x Reader

Warnings: TOO Many Ass Jokes, Cursing, Enemies to Lovers (sorta, first time writing), Self-indulgent (sorry..) Hurt/Comfort, and Typical Torchwood Babble.

Word Count: 1k+ (1026)

Note: I'M NOT DEAD!! I ACTUALLY wrote something!! It's my longest imagine and for a character I've never written for before aaa! Anyways, I've missed you all sm - enjoy!!

If there was one thing you despised more than Owen-fucking-Harper’s ever-standing smirk, it was the chase.

The chase that came after every meticulous rift alert. The chase of which pursued any unfortunately homicidal creature that was hurled into the bustling city of Cardiff – yes, it was your job, but whatever.

You hated it.

Even worse, you hated it more than that doctor’s stupid husky voice and unbearable coy. You were certain he’d exaggerated himself just to set your skin on fire and spark your nerves – that’s what they were, right?

Every run, even if less than worth some unimaginable length or a runner’s try, left your heart tumbling and filled your vision with twinkling black and white glitter. It singed your lungs and left you heaving for air. It numbed your legs and left you struggling to keep your balance, if at all.

You especially hated the whole “struggle for balance” bullshit. The first time it happened, you were falling into the arms of the man who irritated you like no other. Go figure, his words to follow mirrored a rather cheap and nauseating pick-up line; “Look at you, sweetheart, you’re falling for me”.

Of course, lines like that were thrown to all your colleagues, but they practically trailed you. Little similar spats to Gwen or Tosh, sure, but to you - oh.

It was almost as though his whole cavalier facade went out the window whenever he’d stand anywhere near you. Some alien affection or concern for your well-being would be weaved through whatever he’d say, tacking any patronizing pet-name he could muster up on top, as if it’d protect any sliver of his callous front’s dignity.

It was absolutely ridiculous. Like you’d honestly ever even –

“Did you sleep alright without me?”

“How’s the coffee, love?”

“Oh c’mon darling! Admit it, you love me.”

– fall for it.

You never really were the only person to notice. Jack’s too-pretty blue eyes were certain to shuffle between you and Owen, holding a look that said he knew.

What exactly did he know anyway? There wasn't anything that went on between you and that weasel, well, as far as you could tell. But you should be able to, shouldn't you?

I mean you should because —

“Y/N!” the Captain’s voice elicited into the still air, breaking you from your - dilemma. “This weevil won't be catching itself! What's the hold up?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you nodded briskly. You heard his deep blue coat swish in a pick-up of wind, most likely turning down some corner of the street as you picked your hand off a brick wall.

From the looks of it, you’d been subconsciously bracing yourself against the wall, but hell if you could remember. You snorted with a shake of your head, pulling your gun into the hug of your dominant hand as you took on Jack’s shadow.

Your comm buzzed twice, soft in the bed of your ear, and you couldn't help the groan that left your lips, earning yourself a bark of laughter from the blue-eyed man just yards ahead. “What’s the matter, N/N? Afraid of a wee ol’ Weevil, huh?”

“Harper, you wanna talk about that wee ol’ Weevil from the hunt last weekend?” you babied your voice, eyes rolling. “Wasn't that where - oh yeah! You whined your ass off like a-”

“Alright, alright - enough!” Owen spoke gruffly with a sigh. “But your defense - which might I add, had all too much mention of my very nice ass-”

“I never said it was nice-”

“I’d say it’s rather “pleasant to look at”, not so much nice,” Gwen chuckled, a faint crackle whisking over the comms.

The doctor cleared his throat. “Your defense had nothing to answer what I asked.”

“What was it again? I can't quite recall,” you hummed, arching a brow.

“Alright, settle down kids. There's plenty of ass to go around,” Jack smirked, winking at you as you caught up with his slowing pace.

“Who’s exactly?” Tosh teased from her setup at the Hub.

Ianto’s voice came next, most likely from somewhere near the technical genius. “Jack, I’m not so sure your comm’s caught up . . .”

“Well, Ianto’s ass for one! Are you kidding?” the Captain beamed, finally drawing his barrel gun and making stride, motioning for you to follow.

“That's harassment, sir.”

“There!” Tosh exclaimed suddenly, rapid typing filling the quick hush and silence. “Weevil! Running Southbound, 27 on Sambles - ”

“Thank you,” you muttered quickly, cutting your comms as you jet off with Jack, the two of you were closest; Owen and Gwen just two streets down.

Big mistake.

Leave it to you to screw it up for yourself. Sure, Weevils were as dim as they were lethal, senses unparalleled to most other aliens come to Earth. But, God, could those fuckers run!

With a mere mile under your belt, you started to stumble and cough against the pin-pricks in the back of your throat.

Blinking, you shake it off and claw at the skin of your thumbs to push yourself forward.

No one can know.

No one can know you weren't as healthy as you pledged to have been when you joined Torchwood.

No one can know . . . but him?

You don't remember it, but suddenly you're cradled in his arms, trying to blink away smog as you mutter incoherently.

When it clears minimally, you look up and meet his cinnamon-brown eyes, full of worry as he talks you - or perhaps he's comforting you, shushing you maybe, if you're reading the soft shapes of his lips correctly - but you can't hear him past the shrill ringing in your ears.

Three senses, however, don't fail you; one, you don't even bother to try and use.

The first tastes like copper on your tongue, leaving you cringing as you lick your drying lips or trying to swallow away the bitterness of a taught throat. The second feels as though his hands have never left you, one with a thumb pressed to your left radial artery as the other brushes gingerly through your hair - soothing.

Finally, with a pop, the bells pass.

And what you hear surprises you:

“I’ve got you.”

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 3 years

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Unwell (Jack Harkness X Reader)

Characters: Jack Harkness X Reader

Universe: Dr Who, Torchwood

Warnings: Sickness, yelling

Request: I basically was just wondering if you could maybe do one with Owen Harper x reader where reader is on the Torchwood team, and one day they just seem to be really all over the place, like they're late to work while they're trying to catch a creature, like a weevil or something, and then she falls behind the rest of the group and gets tired out easily, (pt 2)part 3 for the jack fic was basically just that when they're done and back at base jack shouts at the reader for acting strangely before he realises that y/n is genuinely really sick so he looks after them, makes sure they're okay and apologises for shouting at her, etc? if not its really fine :)

“What the hell was that!?” Jack yelled before you could even sit down. You knew why he was angry, and you knew he had every right to be- you’d been chasing after a Weevil, but you’d grown exhausted and stopped, leaving it to the others to try and catch up and catch it- with no luck.

You found your way to the nearest beat down couch, throwing yourself onto it, dropping one of your arms over your face to block out the lights, though there wasn’t much you could do about Jacks’ booming voice. You knew he was angry and he understood, but right now you wanted him to just shut up and cut you some slack.

You’d felt like crap all day. Several times you nearly went home, however you told yourself that since you hadn’t physically been sick, that you weren’t sick enough to go home, even when the others had noticed you were under the weather. Admittedly, right now you wish you had said something, informing Jack that you weren’t in best shape and ask to go home, since then you wouldn’t be getting yelled at for not keeping up, however now it was a little bit too late. “I’m sorry-”

“Sorry? Sorry doesn’t cut it, Y/N!” He yelled, storming over to you, stopping in front of the settee. “Because of you, it got away, and hell knows where it is now! Do you even care?” He yelled at you, and you tried to sit up to properly address him, until you felt a hand on your shoulder, looking up to see Owen. He silently pushed you to lay back down.

“Jack, give them some slack, they’ve been really unwell all day, even if they tried to not say anything about it.” Owen asked of the captain. “They probably should have stayed here or gone home, but they’re too busy being a team player to put themselves first.”

“What?” Jack asked, still huffing from his yelling fit. You slowly rolled over to your side and sat up, keeping your head down, closing your eyes as the room span, the palm of your hand absentmindedly resting on your forehead as if your head was too heavy for your neck to keep up itself. “Why didn’t you say anything?” He asked you.

“Because I didn’t want to let you guys down!” You snapped, standing up, walking past Jack, and grabbing your coat. “I’ll go home, I’m sorry for being a burden. I won’t be back in until I’m better.” You stated before heading out the door.

Jack stood in shock, looking at the door that you’d left through, before turning back to the rest of the team, who looked rather sheepish. It was clear that they were aware you were unwell all day, which only made him feel worse since he hadn’t realised himself. “How bad have they been?” He asked.

“I saw them fighting the urge to be sick a while ago. I tried to tell them to go home but they insisted they were fine for the time being.” Gwen answered.

“Same.” Owen added. Jack huffed, running a hand through his hair. “Actually- I should go make sure they actually get home- in that state they’re in they’re probably running a fever and it’s cold outside-”

“I’ll do it, call me if anything pops up.” Jack quickly dismissed, rushing out the door after you. As he came outside, he looked in all directions for any sight of you, with not much luck. He tried to remember where you actually lived, and how you said you’d get home, and with little notes in his head, he took off looking for you.

He eventually did find you. You were at a bus stop waiting for a bus, sat on one of the awkward seats, leant over, holding your head. Jack could really see it now. You looked on the brink of passing out, and he stepped in front of you mostly in fear you’d lean too far forward and fall into the road. You groggily looked up at him, seeing who it was, sighing and leaning back against the glass of the bus shelter. “Look, I’m sorry Jack. I shouldn’t have even come in today…”

“And I’m sorry for not noticing and proceeding to yell at you for understandably not being in a position to work at your usual best.” Jack apologised just as quickly. “You know you’re an important asset to the team, but you need to look after yourself. What if the Weevil had attacked you? Or we were chasing after something else?”

“I know, I know, won’t happen again.” You assured him.

“Good. Now come on, I’m helping you get home.” Jack told you, pulling you up to get on the approaching bus.

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

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torchwood-imagines · 3 years

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Owen Harper x male reader - romantic date night (if that's okay) :)

sorry this isn't very long and i guess the reader is more gender neutral than i originally intended but!! i hope you like it still!!!

-mod panda

You rang the doorbell to Owen's flat, as he'd invited you there for tonight's date. You were wearing your nicest clothes and you were relieved to find out he'd dressed just as nicely when he opened the door to greet you. He always looked really nice in a suit, even if he rarely wore them.

At first, you'd assumed he'd only asked you to meet at his flat to drive you somewhere, but he invited you in instead.

His flat was surprisingly clean as he led you to the dining area — you suspected he'd only pushed the mess in a cupboard or under the sofa without actually tidying up, but you didn't really mind. Food from your favourite takeout place was laid out on the table, and you wondered if Owen had asked Ianto where the restaurant was.

You sat down in front of each other and started eating. You talked about whatever was on your mind, work, hobbies, your lives before Torchwood. It was a bit strange, eating takeout at home while wearing such nice clothes, but it was also infinitely more intimate than any date in a fancy restaurant could've been. It simply felt right.

#owen harper #torchwood #torchwood x reader #request #asks #owenharpersboyfriend #mod panda #m!reader

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theoraekensnotsosecretlover · 7 years

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Owen chuckled to himself as he helped you walk - or rather, stumble - down the darkened streets towards your home. Jack had forced everyone to come out for “a few drinks” to celebrate (though no one quite new what they were celebrating), and needless to say, you had had more than a few drinks.

You were drunk off your ass.

You giggled to yourself as you stumbled again, being saved from falling by Owen’s grip on your elbow. You turned your head to look at your arm, seeming shocked by the hand there, and then looked at Owen, gasping in a rather comical way.

“OH!” Owen shushed you, trying not to show his amusement. You shushed him back, bursting into a fit of giggles after wards. Then you looked at him again. “Hello,” you said, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

Owen sighed. “I’m taking you home, Y/N.”

“Oh,” you responded, nodding in understanding. You idly patted his hand. “That’s very nice of you, dear.” And then you went back to stumbling a long and giggling to yourself.

When you both reached your house, he dug his hand in your pocket to get your door key, while you laughed at him. You stumbled, despite the fact that you were standing still, and he barely managed to catch you before you fell.

After he had unlocked the door and helped you into your house, he put the keys back in your pocket. He didn’t bother turning the light on, instead leaving you through your house in the dark, and guiding you towards the bedroom.

Your night clothes were folded on the end of your bed, and Owen sat you down on the edge of the bed beside them.

“Get changed, I’m not looking,” he said, turning his back.

He heard the telltale sound of you getting dressed, and sighed, relieved that you had listened and that he didn’t have to dress you himself. Who knew if you’d be okay with that when you remembered it in the morning, though he highly doubted you would remember anything about the night you had just had when you woke up.

“I’m readyyyy,” you chirped, and laughed. Owen laughed too, and then helped you get into bed, pulling the covers around you.

You fell silent, closing your eyes, and Owen found his way to your kitchen, and got a glass of water. He then returned to your room with the water and a couple of painkillers, and set them down on your bedside table.

Satisfied, he turned to go.

“Hello?” Your voice drifted through the darkness, accompanied by yet another giggle as you sat up.

“Hello,” Owen responded, turning back to reenter your room.

“There’s a man in my bedroom,” you gasped, and then burst out laughing. Owen shook his head and couldn’t help but laugh too. “Hey, can I tell youuuuuu … . . a ssssecret?” You slurred your words, yawned, and then giggled again.

Owen didn’t respond, but still smiled at you, highly amused by how you acted when drunk.

“I’d never tell my coworkersss, ‘cos that’d be embarasssssssinggggg,” you continued, and Owen waited in silent anticipation, really wanting to know the secret now. Maybe he could tease you about it at work, though of course he’d never tell anyone if you genuinely didn’t want him to. “The ssssecret is … Oh wait! One more thingggg.”

You leaned towards him, and giggled again. “You can’t tell Owen.” He raised his eyebrows as he realised you didn’t even know it was him anymore. “Promise?” You held out your little finger.

He hesitated. If you didn’t want him to know, he shouldn’t take advantage of the fact that you were drunk to find out your little secrets …

He linked his little finger with yours.

“I have a crush on Owen Harper,” you whispered, and laughed.

Owen stared, shocked. What … ?

You lay down. Your hand, which was still linked to Owen’s by your little finger, dropped down onto the bed. Owen just stared.

Then he stood. “Y/N?” You were fast asleep. “Jeez, tired much?” He shook his head at you. “You’re gonna be so hungover in the morning,” he muttered to your sleeping form.

Then he turned, and as he left your room, and then left your house altogether, he couldn’t help but laugh at your little confession to him.

#torchwood #owen harper #owen harper imagines #owen harper x reader #reader insert #x reader #torchwood imagines #owen torchwood #y/n #x y/n #owen x reader #owen x y/n #imagines #omegas-world

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candyfloss5000 · 7 months

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The lack of Torchwood x reader fanfics is actually making me sad. IS IT TOO MUCH TO ASK TO HAVE FICS ABOUT THE TORCHWOOD GANG?! 🥲

#Torchwood #Doctor who #Torchwood x reader #Doctor who x reader #Jack harkness x reader #Ianto Jones x reader #Owen Harper x reader #Toshiko sato x reader #Gwen cooper x reader #Suzie costello x reader

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lanawinterscigarettes · 19 days

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Torchwood masterlist

Key:

Fluff: ♡ Angst: ♤ Smut: ♧ Headcanons: ◇ May contain triggering content: ☆

None yet, requests are open

#torchwood #torchwood imagines #torchwood x reader #torchwood fic #torchwood headcanons #jack harkness #jack harkness x reader #ianto jones #ianto jones x reader #owen harper #owen harper x reader #gwen cooper #gwen cooper x reader #toshiko sato #toshiko sato x reader

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parkerslatte · 3 years

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Years Passed [Chapter Four]

Spencer reid x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Part Summary: Y/N spends time with Harper on her birthday and the day after her and Spencer enjoy a cosy evening in.

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CHAPTER FOUR: GENTLE CONVERSATIONS

The following weeks were less lonely for Y/N. Whenever Harper was at school, Y/N was either painting or meeting Spencer in the same coffee shop where they had their first meeting. Whenever the two conversed, it felt as if they were in their early twenties again, everything was just natural. Even when it was the anniversary of Owen’s death, Spencer helped her through it. He knew that Y/N would be alone so he invited her to go out for coffee. Although Y/N decided to spend the day with her parents when Harper was at school, she appreciated Spencer’s gesture immensely.

By the time Harper’s birthday rolled around, Y/N was feeling a lot better. With the help of Spencer and her family, she managed to get through the anniversary of Owens’ death without a single tear shed. Y/N was extremely grateful for this, never did she want to be down on Harper’s birthday and luckily this year she never had to force a smile once.

When Harper ran into Y/N’s room the morning of her birthday, she was greeted to the sight of an empty bed causing a frown to appear on the young girl’s face.

“Mum?” She yelled out.

“Come to the living room sweetheart.” Y/N called out.

Harper immediately left Y/N’s room and ran to the living room. A smile stretched across the young girl’s face at the sight.

“Happy Birthday!” Everyone chorused.

Y/N was standing at the front of the group with a wide smile on her face. Harper ran over to her mother and wrapped her arms around her torso. Leaning her head down, Y/N pressed a kiss to the top of Harper’s head.

“Happy birthday sweet girl,” Y/N mumbled just so Harper could hear it, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Harper muttered back, breaking away from the hug so she could give hugs to everyone else in the room.

As the day progressed and Harper began opening all of her birthday presents, they mainly consisted of different art supplies from her family members, knowing that the little girl had already began to follow in her mothers footsteps. As Y/N watched her daughter opening all of her presents she only wished that one person could be there.

Despite Y/N moving on from Owen a few years ago, she still longed for him to be there for Harper’s birthday. Y/N remembered when Owen didn’t come back from the hospital the night he died. Y/N remembered the constant screaming when Harper must’ve realised that her father wasn’t coming back. She was still incredibly young and didn’t understand much but she was still smart enough to know that her dad was no longer around.

“Y/N!” Her mother said, snapping her out of her daydream.

“What?” Y/N asked, momentarily confused.

“I said that me and your father should be on our way,” Her mother said, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m perfectly fine.” Y/N replied.

The look her mother sent back was one of disbelief, “Come with me, I’m sure your father can keep Harper entertained for a bit.”

Y/N followed her mother through to the kitchen where they sat down around the dining table.

“So tell me what’s wrong?” her mother said.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Y/N said.

“I haven’t been your mother for thirty-four years for nothing,” Her mother said, “I know when you lie to me.”

Y/N let out a small sigh, “I was just thinking about Owen, I just wish he was here to see Harper grow up.”

Her mother reached across the table and gently took Y/N’s hand in her own, “If you ever need to talk to me, I’m always a phone call away.”

Y/N shook her head, “I’ll be okay, it’s just really this time of year. Although this year has been better, with you helping me through it, and Melanie, and Spencer-”

“Spencer? Spencer Reid?” Her mother cut her off.

Y/N nodded in confirmation, “Yeah, he came to question me about my neighbour because she was kidnapped,” Y/N began to explain, “He called me to tell me that she was okay and I guess that we’ve just been hanging out.”

“I didn’t know he still worked for the FBI.” her mother said.

Y/N nodded, “Yeah, thirteen years.”

There was a small pause before her mother’s next comment, “Is he still attractive?”

“Mom!” Y/N exclaimed.

“What? I’m only asking.” Her mother put her hands up in defense.

“I mean I suppose…” Y/N trailed off.

“So that means yes.”

“No it does not!”

“Again, I’ve been your mother for thirty-four years, I know when you lie,” Her mother said, “I always liked Spencer.”

“Well you didn’t like him after we broke up and I told you the reason.” Y/N said.

“Yeah but that only lasted a few weeks,” Her mother said, “I missed our weekly reading sessions after that.”

Y/N shook her head in amusement, “Can we stop talking about my ex-boyfriend please?”

“You’re the one who mentioned him.” Her mother said as they stood up and began a slow walk back into the living room.

“I mentioned him briefly, you’re the one who cut me off and started the conversation about him.” Y/N defended herself with a small chuckle.

Her mother laughed with her before reaching out and gently holding her elbow, keeping Y/N in place, “But in all seriousness Y/N, please talk to me, Melanie or even Spencer if you begin to feel down.”

“I will, I promise you that.”

***

After Y/N and Harper bid goodbye to Y/N’s mother and father, the two flopped down on the couch. Harper rested her head against Y/N’s shoulder while Y/N rested her’s on top of Harper’s.

“Mum?” Harper spoke up.

“Yeah?”

“You didn’t get me a present.” Harper said.

“How do you know that I didn’t?” Y/N questioned.

“Because I didn’t open a present from you.” Harper replied.

“That’s because it’s not out here, it’s in my closet,” Y/N said, “It’s quite big so I didn’t want to bring it out. Hiding it in my room was more than enough trouble.”

“Can I open it now?” Harper questioned.

“I suppose.” Y/N said with a smile as Harper jumped up from the couch, practically dragging Y/N up with her.

As they entered Y/N told Harper to sit on the bed and close her eyes, “Now it isn’t exactly wrapped because I had no clue how to wrap it and I thought it would come in a box and it didn’t.”

Y/N opened her closet revealing her present to Harper, “You can open your eyes now.”

Harper opened her eyes and gasped once she saw what the present was, “Are you serious?”

“I mean it’s here isn’t it?” Y/N said with a chuckle.

“Thank you!” Harper said, throwing her arms around Y/N.

The present Y/N bought for Harper was an easel just like hers. Harper had always wanted one like Y/N but she always refused, deeming the easel too expensive for Harper to have her own. However a couple of weeks ago Y/N found the same one she uses at a discounted price so she had to buy it.

“I have no idea where we can put it though,” Y/N said, sitting down on her bed while Harper looked at the easel, “But I was thinking that as we only use the spare room for storage, we can clean it out and make it into our own little art studio.”

Harper gasped, “Can we?”

“If you want,” Y/N said, “We can start cleaning it out tomorrow if you want. We can get a good chunk of it done before you go to Melanie and Toby’s for a sleepover.”

Harper jumped on the bed and tackled Y/N in a hug. A wide smile spread across Y/N’s features as the two lay there. Y/N was so happy to have Harper in her life.

***

The following day, her and Harper were in comfy clothes as they began to sort through everything in the spare room, filtering through what was junk and what wasn’t. There was a lot of junk.

“Can we keep this?” Harper questions.

“What are you going to do with a light up lightsaber that doesn’t even light up?” Y/N questions.

“I don’t know.” Harper says.

“Exactly, put it in the trash pile.” Y/N says before her phone starts to ring.

“I’m just going to take this call, don’t sneak anything out of the trash pile when I’m gone.” Y/N warned.

As she walked out of the room and into her living room, she checked the caller ID. It was Spencer. She answered the call with no hesitation.

“Hey Spence.” Y/N said happily.

“Hey.” Spencer greeted and Y/N could practically hear the smile on his face.

“So what’s up?”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to go and get coffee? We haven’t seen each other for a few days so I thought we could meet up.” Spencer asked, although Y/N could hear the hesitation in his voice.

“Oh, I’m sorry Spence but I’m with Harper right now.” Y/N said.

“Oh of course, don’t worry about it then, maybe we can meet up another time.” Spencer said.

Y/N thought for a second. She did want to see Spencer. The last time she had seen him was about a week ago because he was working on a case out of state. They two exchanged a few phone calls and texts but that was the only communication they had.

“Maybe we don’t have to go for coffee,” Y/N said, “Harper is being picked up to go to a sleepover at six so maybe we can go and get dinner or something like that?”

“That sounds great,” Spencer said, the happiness evident in his tone once again, “What time?”

“Well it depends on what you want for dinner,” Y/N said, “We could go to a restaurant, or you could maybe come here and we can order in and watch a movie?”

“I like the latter option.” Spencer said.

Y/N smiled, “So do I. That means we can have a relaxing evening in.”

“It’s a date,” Spencer said, “Um, I didn’t mean like a date, I meant it like two friends hanging out.” The panic in his voice only increased.

“I’ll see you later Spencer.” Y/N said with a chuckle.

“I’ll see you too Y/N.” Spencer said before Y/N hung up the phone, a small smile creeping onto her face.

***

After Y/N bid goodbye to Harper for the night she couldn’t help herself but look down at her appearance. She was wearing paint stained clothes and her hair was a mess. Looking at the clock on her wall, Spencer would be arriving in less than an hour. Y/N didn’t know why but she wanted to make herself look at least a little presentable. Flipping through her wardrobe she came across a dress that she had only worn a couple of times but it was the most comfortable dress she had probably ever worn in her life.

After getting changed to make herself look presentable, she scans the house. It wasn’t necessarily messy, more of organised clutter. The minimal bit of tidying she did before Spencer arrived was pushing her easel back towards the wall so it was out of the way and re arranged the pillows on the couch so it looked comfortable and inviting.

As soon as Y/N placed the final pillow there was a knock on her door. Straightening out her dress, she headed over to the door. She smiled as she opened it and she was greeted by the smiling face of Spencer Reid. He looked a lot more casual than she had seen him whenever they met up. He was simply wearing a black sweater and jeans and a jacket on top - something she didn’t think she had ever seen on him.

“Hi,” Y/N greeted as he stepped aside to allow him into her house, “Make yourself at home. I’m sorry about the clutter, I tidied up the best I could.”

“It’s fine, my apartment is probably worse.” Spencer said, taking a seat on the couch.

“I wasn’t sure what you wanted for dinner so I held off on ordering until you got here,” Y/N said taking a seat next to him on the couch, “I was thinking chinese if that’s something you wanted?”

“It’s perfectly fine with me.” Spencer replied.

After ordering, the two put a movie on while they waited for the food to turn up. As they were sat on the couch Y/N couldn't help but find everything about the situation familiar.

“You know what this reminds me of?” Y/N spoke up, turning her attention away from the movie.

“What?” Spencer questioned.

“Every date night we ever had when we first started dating because neither of us had any money.” Y/N said.

Spencer chuckled, “Yeah it does. And I swear that we watched the same three movies over and over again.”

“That’s only because you were picky.” Y/N said, smiling.

Spencer placed his hand over his chest, looking offended, “I was not!”

“You so were!” Y/N said, “You would pick out every inconsistency and explain why certain things wouldn’t work or how they didn’t make sense.”

“That’s because they didn’t make sense,” Spencer said, “I was only pointing out something that should’ve been pointed out while making the movie.”

Y/N sighed and shook her head playfully, “You sure were a romantic weren’t you Spencer Reid.”

Spencer blushed slightly as there was a knock at the door. Y/N got up to get the food and handed the delivery person the money, plus some extra as a tip.

“I’ll pay you back for my food.” Spencer said.

Y/N waved him off, “No you don’t have to,” Y/N said, “This just means that next time dinner’s on you.”

Placing the food down on the coffee table in front of the couch, Y/N stood back up, “let me just go and get something, I’ll be back in a moment.”

Heading into her kitchen, she grabbed two wine glasses out of the cupboard and a bottle of wine. As she made her way back into the living room, Spencer had sorted their food out so it was all set out in front of them on the coffee table.

“So we didn’t order drinks but I have a bottle of wine and two glasses,” Y/N says, “If you don’t want wine I can get you something else.”

“Wine is perfectly fine.” Spencer said as Y/N handed him a glass.

As she poured the two glasses, she couldn’t help but begin to feel like this was becoming more and more of a date. From the way they were positioned on the couch, every time either of them moved their legs would brush against one another.

“Did you know that Back to the Future was almost not called Back to the future?” Spencer spoke up.

“What was it nearly called?” Y/N asked out of genuine interest.

“Spaceman from Pluto.” Spencer answered.

Y/N let out a loud laugh, “That cannot be true!”

“Look it up.” Spencer said

“I don’t think I need to, you always know the weirdest facts,” Y/N said, “And I love it when you share them.”

Spencer smiled slightly while taking a sip of his wine, “I’m glad you like to listen, usually people tell me to stop.”

“I don’t see why,” Y/N said, “I love hearing you ramble on, I learn things while you talk about something you are excited about. It’s a win win situation really.”

Spencer smiled before he turned back to the television screen and continued watching the movie.

***

Once all of their food was finished, the two remained on the couch as the credits to the movie played but neither of them made the move to stop it. Both of them were on their third glass of wine and they were feeling the effects of the alcohol they had consumed. Finishing off the remainder of her wine, Y/N slumped back against the couch.

During the night, Y/N and Spencer found themselves inching closer and closer to one another. So much so that the sides of their bodies were pressed up against one another. Tucking her legs underneath her, Y/N pressed her body further against Spencer’s as they sat in a comfortable silence on the couch.

Y/N wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol acting or not but Spencer wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his side so her head now rested upon his chest.

“Your sweater is really soft.” Y/N commented, giggling slightly.

“That’s why I wore it.” Spencer replied.

“Where did you get it? I wanna get one.” Y/N said.

“I don’t know, I got it years ago.” Spencer said, his hand brushing lightly up and down her arm.

“I might just have to steal yours then.” Y/N said.

“No,” Spencer protested, “It’s my favourite sweater.”

Y/N positioned her head so she could look at Spencer, “Then you should wear it more often, it looks really good on you.”

Spencer blushed at her compliment, “Really?”

“Really,” Y/N said, “You just look so cuddly in it.” She moved her arms so they were now wrapped around Spencer’s torso as she attempted to pull him even closer to her.

Spencer looked down at her with a soft smile on his face, “I missed you.”

“What?” Y/N asked.

“The first time we went out for coffee I realised how much I missed talking to you,” Spencer says, “It’s been thirteen years but it felt like we were both in our early twenties again.”

“I missed you too Spence,” Y/N said, “The first few months after I left I missed you so much and there were multiple times where I wanted to call you but I stopped myself. After I moved to England and met Owen I guess any type of feeling I had for you disappeared. But now, I’m glad that we’re friends again.”

“Me too,” Spencer said, lips brushing her forehead, “I’m glad you’re in my life again, this time I don’t plan on letting you leave too easily.”

“I wasn’t planning on leaving you again Spencer Reid,” Y/N said, “Once you become my friend, it’s hard to push me away.”

“Good, because I don’t want to push you away,” Spencer said, letting out a yawn, “But I should get home now.”

“No,” Y/N protested, “Stay here. It’s late anyway and I’m pretty sure we are both quite tipsy now so you shouldn’t go.”

“Okay,” Spencer said, giving in too easily, “Where can I sleep?”

“Well currently the guest room isn’t a guest room anymore and this couch is too small for you so you can take my bed.” Y/N said.

“No,” Spencer said, “I’ll take the couch.”

“No,” Y/N said, “You’re a guest, take my bed.”

“I forgot how stubborn you can be.” Spencer mumbled.

“Why don’t we both take my bed?” Y/N offered.

“Only if you don’t mind.” Spencer says.

“Of course I don’t,” Y/N said, “It can be like a sleepover. Harper’s at a sleepover now you’re sleeping over.”

Spencer let out a quiet laugh before the two stood up from the couch. He followed Y/N through to her bedroom as she immediately began to strip off her dress which made Spencer evert his eyes immediately.

Y/N didn’t know where her sudden confidence came from but she turned around to Spencer, “This is nothing you’ve never seen before.” She joked.

Getting changed into a large t-shirt, Y/N crawled into her bed. Spencer still sat on the edge looking around hesitantly.

“Well are you going to lie down or not?” Y/N questioned, “And are you seriously going to sleep in jeans.”

“I don’t have anything else.” Spencer said.

“Are you wearing boxers?” Y/N asked.

“Yes.”

“Good enough.”

“Are you sure that you’ll be comfortable with that?” Spencer asked.

“Yeah it's fine Spencer,” Y/N said, “No take your damn jeans off and join me in bed because I want to feel your sweater again.”

Spencer smiled before taking off his jeans and getting into bed next to Y/N, something that seemed so familiar yet so distant. As soon as he lied down, Y/N immediately cuddled up to him.

“This is okay right?” Y/N asked.

“It's perfectly fine.” Spencer mumbled, getting comfortable with Y/N in his arms.

“Goodnight Spence.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

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Daryl Dixon X Reader - Boy or Girl

Title: Boy or Girl

Words: 455

Warnings: Fluff, prison era

A/N: This is an excerpt I cut from my upcoming Daryl fic but I loved it too much to get rid of it completely. (This is also a repost because it wasn’t showing up in the tags)

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You and Daryl had spent the last few hours working on baby names. It was a little early and you didn’t know if it was a boy or girl, but it helped calm you down from the event of the last few days. The two of you were curled up on your bunk, your head on his chest and his arm around you and on your belly. Your fingers were intertwined, his thumb rubbing gentle circles. Your belly had a slight bump, and Daryl had a hard time keeping his hands off of it, not that you minded.

“What about Alanna? If it’s a girl?” You asked him.

“Alanna’s nice.” You laughed and looked up at him.

“Doesn’t seem like you like that.”

“No, I don’t.” He shook his head and you saw a smile. “Emma?”

“No thanks. Knew an Emma and she was a bitch. Lily?”

“Never liked names after flowers. Too cliché. Harper?”

“Maybe,” you said. “Lucy?”

“Too old-school.”

“You’re right. It is old-school. What about Isabella?” You looked at Daryl and he smiled softly.

“Isabella. I like that name.” He looked at you. “Isabella if it’s a girl?”

“Isabella if it’s a girl. Now onto the boys!”

“Owen’s a good name,” Daryl said after a moment.

“I like that. But what about Michael?”

“Nah, sounds douchey.”

“Peter?” You said.

“Maybe. I like Hunter.” You looked up at him, a teasing look on your face.

“I think you like that ‘cause you’ll say you took Hunter hunting.” You knew you were right when you saw the faint pink on his ears. You snorted out a laugh and buried your face in his chest.

“Stop teasin’,” he muttered. That only made you laugh harder, clinging to his shirt.

“What about Jack?” He said. “I’ve always liked that name.”

“Jack,” you said, laughs subsiding. “I like that too. Got any more?”

“Nah. So which is it gonna be? Jack or Owen?”

“I like both of them. Got anything we could flip?” Daryl shook his head and you racked your brain.

“I got it!” You said excitedly. Reaching for your gun, you took one bullet out and gripped it on your fingers. “If the point is facing the wall, we pick Owen. If it’s facing away from the wall, we pick Jack. Sound good?”

“Hell yeah.” Grinning, you set the bullet on the ground and spun it. Watching it closely, it felt like it was spinning forever until it slowly spun to a stop, the point facing away from the wall.

“Jack,” you breathed. You giggled and pulled Daryl in for a kiss. You were both smiling and you were filled with giddiness.

“Jack or Isabella. Either way, our baby is gonna have a kickass name.”

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No Matter what - Owen X Reader

This was requested by @captainsandclotpoles who wrote the following:

“I'm so happy you're doing Torchwood imagines!! We need more Torchwood fic on tumblr :) i'd love anything Owen x reader, I love the concept of them together at Torchwood and always being super protective of her whenever they go out on missions but never telling her it's out of love for her until she's in some near death experience and he thinks he's losing her... Whether or not she lives is up to you 😉”

You had been working for Torchwood for just under a year now. That made you the newest member, for three months you had been Dating Owen Harper. You loved him dearly and things had been really sweet for you.

However!

Owen was very protective over you. It started off as only small stuff like keeping you as far away from the front lines as possible during missions. But then it started to feel a little more controlling, you never really spoke to him about it, Until today.

******

“Morning Jack!” You called as you trotted past him.

“Morning (Y/N).” Jack Replied, looking up from his work, “You’re looking as cheerful as ever.”

“Of course.”

“You alright, darling?” You looked over to see your perfect boyfriend stand in front of you, arms outstretched.

“Hello Owen.” You beamed, holding him tight. “I missed you.”

“Jesus Christ, (Y/N). It’s only been twenty-four hours.” Tosh called from her computer.

“Well, now that everyone’s here. We need to talk about our upcoming mission.” Jack spun around on his chair.

Tosh and Gwen joined the group as they stood in a clump around Jack’s screen.

“There’s been a few murders near the City of Swansea.”

“What? Again?” You groaned. “We’ve only investigated like Twenty cases.”

“There is no need for the sarcasm, (L/N).” Jack rolled his eyes, “All of which are to have had some sort of extra-terrestrial link.”

“Anything else?” Gwen asked.

“Nothing of sort. There have been no references between age, gender, height or even weight.”

“My guess is that it was some sort of suicide club.” Owen replied.

“Great, love that.” Tosh sighed.

“So, do we have a plan?” You asked.

“Well aside from investigating the crime scene. We need to get to the bottom of who or what is behind this, because one thing is for sure, we don’t want any more of this spreading.”

The rest of the group nodded in agreement.

“Good now, we leave in ten minutes.” Jack leapt off his chair and began to walk with the other’s walking after him.

“I need to speak to you, (Y/N).” Owen pulled you aside.

“For God’s sake.” You mumbled. “What is it?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t come on this mission. It looks a bit…harsh and I don’t think that-“

“No, stop Owen.” You protested. “I know you don’t think that I’m not capable of much, considering the fact that I’ve been here ten months, but I can do this.”

“No (Y/N), That’s not what I meant.”

“See you later.” You Said coldly before walking away.

****

You looked over the body of a young gentleman. His face was twisted in a disgusted grotesque expression, he lay limply on the floor of his own home, or that’s what you’d like to hope.

“What do you think happened?” You asked.

“Hard to say, maybe gunshot.” Jack replied. “Investigation time: Gwen and Tosh will look outside, Ianto and I will look around here and Owen and (Y/N) will look upstairs, understood? Good, lets go.

*****

“(Y/N), I really need to talk to you about something.” Owen looked up at you.

“Not now, Owen.” You scoffed. “We have a job to do.”

“It’s about-“

“Owen! I said stop, we can talk about this later.”

“(Y/N), I know that you may think that-“

“Shut up, Owen!” You snapped. “We are not talking about this, because I know that the only thing you care about is your-“ the world around you blackened.

“Fucking hell!” Owen screamed. “Jack!”

The rest of Torchwood dashed around to see what the commotion was.

“What the hell happened!?” Jack yelled in panic.

“She wasn’t looking where she was going and she fell.”

“She must’ve taken a tumble because she’s not conscious.”

“She’ll Be alright, Right?” Owen asked.

Jack hesitated. “We’ll, give you some time.”

“To do what? Check her over?”

“Whichever.” Jack said bluntly.

“(Y/N).” Owen knelt over you. “If there’s a chance that you can hear me then I just wanted to tell you, I’m so sorry. I never meant to make you feel worthless or trapped. It was only because, I love you. I love you so much. I love you more than anything in the world. That’s why I wanted to keep you safe.” Tears began to blur Owen’s vision.

“Please wake up.”

Hey my dudes, it's been a while hasn't it? Well I'm back and here it stay! I'm not sure if you've noticed but a lot of my content has been deleted. Most of my requests, my past fanfics have been deleted. My laptop has malfunctioned and deleted a lot of stuff from different apps, it's done the same for my other apps like Instagram and tiktok, so I would just like to ask if you guys have any request that hasn't been written to request again, because everything has been whiped out.

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New additions to the Indian Springs School Library May thru August 2020

Bibliography

Sorted by Call Number / Author.

152.4 O

Owens, Lama Rod, 1979- author. Love and rage : the path of liberation through anger. "Reconsidering the power of anger as a positive and necessary tool for achieving spiritual liberation and social change"--.

200.973 M

Manseau, Peter. One nation, under gods : a new American history. First edition.

304.8 K

Keneally, Thomas. The great shame : and the triumph of the Irish in the English-speaking world. 1st ed. New York : Nan A. Talese, 1999.

305.5 V

Vance, J. D., author. Hillbilly elegy : a memoir of a family and culture in crisis. First Harper paperback edition. "Hillbilly Elegy is a passionate and personal analysis of a culture in crisis--that of white working-class Americans. The decline of this group, a demographic of our country that has been slowly disintegrating over forty years, has been reported on with growing frequency and alarm, but has never before been written about as searingly from the inside. J. D. Vance tells the true story of what a social, regional, and class decline feels like when you were born with it hung around your neck. The Vance family story begins hopefully in postwar America. J. D.'s grandparents were "dirt poor and in love," and moved north from Kentucky's Appalachia region to Ohio in the hopes of escaping the dreadful poverty around them. They raised a middle-class family, and eventually their grandchild (the author) would graduate from Yale Law School, a conventional marker of their success in achieving generational upward mobility. But as the family saga of Hillbilly Elegy plays out, we learn that this is only the short, superficial version. Vance's grandparents, aunt, uncle, sister, and, most of all, his mother, struggled profoundly with the demands of their new middle-class life, and were never able to fully escape the legacy of abuse, alcoholism, poverty, and trauma so characteristic of their part of America. Vance piercingly shows how he himself still carries around the demons of their chaotic family history. A deeply moving memoir with its share of humor and vividly colorful figures, Hillbilly Elegy is the story of how upward mobility really feels. And it is an urgent and troubling meditation on the loss of the American dream for a large segment of this country." -- Publisher's description.

305.8 D

DiAngelo, Robin J., author. White fragility : why it's so hard for white people to talk about racism.

305.800973 D

Dyson, Michael Eric, author. Tears we cannot stop : a sermon to white America. First edition. I. Call to worship -- II. Hymns of praise -- III. Invocation -- IV. Scripture reading -- V. Sermon -- Repenting of whiteness -- Inventing whiteness -- The five stages of white grief -- The plague of white innocence -- Being Black in America -- Nigger -- Our own worst enemy? -- Coptopia -- VI. Benediction -- VII. Offering plate -- VIII. Prelude to service -- IX. Closing prayer. "In the wake of yet another set of police killings of black men, Michael Eric Dyson wrote a tell-it-straight, no holds barred piece for the NYT on Sunday July 7: Death in Black and White (It was updated within a day to acknowledge the killing of police officers in Dallas). The response has been overwhelming. Beyoncé and Isabel Wilkerson tweeted it, JJ Abrams, among many other prominent people, wrote him a long fan letter. The NYT closed the comments section after 2,500 responses, and Dyson has been on NPR, BBC, and CNN non-stop since then. Fifty years ago Malcolm X told a white woman who asked what she could do for the cause: Nothing. Dyson believes he was wrong. In Tears We Cannot Stop, he responds to that question. If we are to make real racial progress, we must face difficult truths, including being honest about how black grievance has been ignored, dismissed or discounted. As Dyson writes: At birth you are given a pair of binoculars that see black life from a distance, never with the texture of intimacy. Those binoculars are privilege; they are status, regardless of your class. In fact the greatest privilege that exists is for white folk to get stopped by a cop and not end up dead...The problem is you do not want to know anything different from what you think you know...You think we have been handed everything because we fought your selfish insistence that the world, all of it--all its resources, all its riches, all its bounty, all its grace--should be yours first and foremost, and if there's anything left, why then we can have some, but only if we ask politely and behave gratefully"--Provided by publisher.

305.800973 G

Begin again : James Baldwin's America and its urgent lessons for our own. New York, NY : Crown; an imprint of Random House, 2020.

305.800973 O

Oluo, Ijeoma, author. So you want to talk about race. First trade paperback edition.

320.9 B

Bass, Jack. The transformation of southern politics : social change and political consequence since 1945. New York : Basic Books, c1976.

323.1196 L

Lowery, Lynda Blackmon, 1950- author. Turning 15 on the road to freedom : my story of the 1965 Selma Voting Rights March. Growing up strong and determined -- In the movement -- Jailbirds -- In the sweatbox -- Bloody Sunday -- Headed for Montgomery -- Turning 15 -- Weary and wet -- Montgomery at last -- Why voting rights? -- Discussion guide. As the youngest marcher in the 1965 voting rights march from Selma to Montgomery, Alabama, Lynda Blackmon Lowery proved that young adults can be heroes. Jailed nine times before her fifteenth birthday, Lowery fought alongside Martin Luther King, Jr. for the rights of African-Americans. In this memoir, she shows today's young readers what it means to fight nonviolently (even when the police are using violence, as in the Bloody Sunday protest) and how it felt to be part of changing American history.

364.973 U.S.

U.S. national debate topic, 2020-2021.

420 M

McCrum, Robert. The story of English. 1st American ed. New York, N.Y., U.S.A. : Viking, 1986.

488.2421 A

Balme, M. G., author. Athenaze : an introduction to ancient Greek. Revised Third edition. Book I -- Book II.

510 C

Clegg, Brian. Are numbers real? : the uncanny relationship of mathematics and the physical world.

530.092 F

F©œlsing, Albrecht, 1940-. Albert Einstein : a biography. New York : Viking Penguin: a division of Penguin Books USA, Inc, 1997. Family -- School -- A "child prodigy" -- "Vagabond and loner" : student days in Zurich -- Looking for a job -- Expert III class -- "Herr Doktor Einstein" and the reality of atoms -- The "very revolutionary" light quanta -- Relative movement : "my life for seven years" -- The theory of relativity : "a modification of the theory of space and time" -- Acceptance, opposition, tributes -- Expert II class -- From "bad joke" to "Herr Professor" -- Professor in Zurich -- Full professor in Prague, but not for long -- Toward the general theory of relativity -- From Zurich to Berlin -- "In a madhouse" : a pacifist in Prussia -- "The greatest satisfaction of my life" : the completion of the general theory of relativity -- Wartime in Berlin -- Postwar chaos and revolution -- Confirmation and the deflection of light : "the suddenly famous Dr. Einstein" -- Relativity under the spotlight -- "Traveler in relativity" -- Jewry, Zionism, and a trip to America -- More hustle, long journeys, a lot of politics, and a little physics -- Einstein receives the Nobel Prize and in consequence becomes a Prussian -- "The marble smile of implacable nature" : the search for the unified field theory -- The problems of quantum theory -- Critique of quantum mechanics -- Politics, patents, sickness, and a "wonderful egg" -- Public and private affairs -- Farewell to Berlin -- Exile in liberation -- Princeton -- Physical reality and a paradox, relativity and unified theory -- War, a letter, and the bomb -- Between bomb and equations -- "An old debt. Albert Einstein's achievements are not just milestones in the history of science; decades ago they became an integral part of the twentieth-century world in which we live. Like no other modern physicist he altered and expanded our understanding of nature. Like few other scholars, he stood fully in the public eye. In a world changing with dramatic rapidity, he embodied the role of the scientist by personal example. Albrecht Folsing, relying on previously unknown sources. And letters, brings Einstein's "genius" into focus. Whereas former biographies, written in the tradition of the history of science, seem to describe a heroic Einstein who fell to earth from heaven, Folsing attempts to reconstruct Einstein's thought in the context of the state of research at the turn of the century. Thus, perhaps for the first time, Einstein's surroundings come to light.

530.092 G

Gleick, James. Isaac Newton. 1st ed. New York : Pantheon Books, c2003.

539.7 B

Lise Meitner : Discoverer of Nuclear Fission. Greensboro, NC : Morgan Reynolds, Inc, 2000. A biography of the Austrian scientist whose discoveries in nuclear physics played a major part in developing atomic energy.

598.07 T

Watching birds : reflections on the wing. United States : Ragged Mountain Press, 2000.

811 D

Dabydeen, David. Turner : new and selected poems. 2010. Leeds : Peepal Tree Press, Ltd, 12010.

811.54 J

Jones, Ashley M., 1990- author. Dark // thing. Slurret -- //Side A: 3rd grade birthday party -- //Side B: roebuck is the ghetto -- Harriette Winslow and Aunt Rachel clean -- Collard greens on prime time television -- My grandfather returns as oil -- Elegy for Willie Lee "Murr"Lipscomb -- Proof at the Red Sea -- Sunken place sestina -- Hair -- Antiquing -- The book of Tubman -- Harriet Tubman crosses the Mason Dixon for the first time -- Avian Abecedarian -- Harriet Tubman, beauty queen or ain't I a woman? -- Broken sonnet in which Harriet is the gun -- Recitation -- What flew out of Aunt Hester's scream -- Election year 2016: the motto -- Uncle Remus syrup commemorative lynching postcard #25 -- To the black man popping a wheelie on -- Interstate 59 North on 4th of July weekend -- Red dirt suite -- Love/luv/ -- Summerstina -- Ode to Dwayne Waye, or, I want to be Whitley -- Gilbert when I grow up -- I am not selected for jury duty the week bill -- Cosby's jury selection is underway -- A small, disturbing fact -- Water -- Today, I saw a black man open his arms to the wind -- Xylography -- I see a smear of animal on the road and mistake it for philando castile -- There is a beel at morehouse college -- Dark water -- Who will survive in America? or 2017: a horror film -- In-flight entertainment -- Imitation of life -- Broken sonnet for the decorative cotton for sale at Whole Foods -- Racists in space -- When you tell me I'd be prettier with straight hair -- (Black) hair -- Kindergarten villandelle -- Song of my muhammad -- Ode to Al Jolson -- Hoghead cheese haiku -- Aunties -- Thing of a marvelous thing / It's the same as having wings. A multi-faceted work that explores the darkness/otherness by which the world sees Black people. Ashley M. Jones stares directly into the face of the racism that allows people to be seen as dark things, as objects that can be killed/enslaved/oppressed/devalued. This work, full as it is of slashes of all kinds, ultimately separates darkness from thingness, affirming and celebrating humanity.

814.6 G

Gay, Roxane, author. Bad feminist : essays. First edition. A collection of essays spanning politics, criticism, and feminism from one of the most-watched young cultural observers of her generation, Roxane Gay. "Pink is my favorite color. I used to say my favorite color was black to be cool, but it is pink, all shades of pink. If I have an accessory, it is probably pink. I read Vogue, and I'm not doing it ironically, though it might seem that way. I once live-tweeted the September issue." In these funny and insightful essays, Roxane Gay takes us through the journey of her evolution as a woman (Sweet Valley High) of color (The Help) while also taking readers on a ride through culture of the last few years (Girls, Django in Chains) and commenting on the state of feminism today (abortion, Chris Brown). The portrait that emerges is not only one of an incredibly insightful woman continually growing to understand herself and our society, but also one of our culture. Bad Feminist is a sharp, funny, and spot-on look at the ways in which the culture we consume becomes who we are, and an inspiring call-to-arms of all the ways we still need to do better.

822.3 T

the tragical history of Doctor Faustus : The Elizabethan Play. Annotated & Edited by John D. Harris, 2018. Wabasha, MN : Hungry Point Press, 2018.

822.33 Shakespeare

Major literary characters : Hamlet. New York : Chelsea House Publishers, c. 1990.

822.8 W

Wilde, Oscar, 1854-1900. An ideal husband. Mineola, N.Y. : Dover Publications, 2000.

823.914

Vincenzi, Penny, author. Windfall. 1st U.S. ed. Sensible Cassia Fallon has been married to her doctor husband for seven years when her godmother leaves her a huge fortune. For the first time in her life, she is able to do exactly as she likes, and she starts to question her marriage, her past, her present, and her future. But where did her inheritance really come from and why? Too soon the windfall has become a corrupting force, one that Cassia cannot resist.

843.8 F

Flaubert, Gustave, 1821-1880. Three tales. Oxford ; : Oxford University Press, 2009. A simple heart -- The legend of Saint Julian the Hospitaller -- Herodias.

909 S

Sachs, Jeffrey, author. The ages of globalization : geography, technology, and institutions. "Today's most urgent problems are fundamentally global. They require nothing less than concerted, planetwide action if we are to secure a long-term future. But humanity's story has always been on a global scale, and this history deeply informs the present. In this book, Jeffrey D. Sachs, renowned economist and expert on sustainable development, turns to world history to shed light on how we can meet the challenges and opportunities of the twenty-first century. Sachs takes readers through a series of six distinct waves of technological and ideological change, starting with the very beginnings of our species and ending with reflections on present-day globalization. Along the way, he considers how the interplay of geography, technology, and institutions influenced the Neolithic revolution; the spread of land-based empires; the opening of sea routes from Europe to Asia and the Americas; and the industrial age. The dynamics of these past waves, Sachs contends, give us new perspective on the ongoing processes taking place in our own time-and how we should work to guide the change we need. In light of this new understanding of globalization, Sachs emphasizes the need for new methods of international governance and cooperation to achieve economic, social, and environmental objectives aligned with sustainable development. The Ages of Globalization is a vital book for all readers aiming to make sense of our rapidly changing world"--.

937.002 B

Bing, Stanley. Rome, inc. : the rise and fall of the first multinational corporation. 1st. ed. New York : Norton, c2006.

937.63 L

Laurence, Ray, 1963-. Ancient Rome as it was : exploring the city of Rome in AD 300.

940.3 B

Brooks, Max. The Harlem Hellfighters. First edition. "From bestselling author Max Brooks, the riveting story of the highly decorated, barrier-breaking, historic black regiment--the Harlem Hellfighters. The Harlem Hellfighters is a fictionalized account of the 369th Infantry Regiment--the first African American regiment mustered to fight in World War I. From the enlistment lines in Harlem to the training camp at Spartanburg, South Carolina, to the trenches in France, bestselling author Max Brooks tells the thrilling story of the heroic journey that these soldiers undertook for a chance to fight for America. Despite extraordinary struggles and discrimination, the 369th became one of the most successful--and least celebrated--regiments of the war. The Harlem Hellfighters, as their enemies named them, spent longer than any other American unit in combat and displayed extraordinary valor on the battlefield. Based on true events and featuring artwork from acclaimed illustrator Caanan White, these pages deliver an action-packed and powerful story of courage, honor, and heart"--. "This is a graphic novel about the first African-American regiment to fight in World War One"--.

940.53 B

Browning, Christopher R., author. Ordinary men : Reserve Police Battalion 101 and the final solution in Poland. Revised edition. One morning in Józefów -- The order police -- The order police and the Final solution : Russia 1941 -- The order police and the Final solution : deportation -- Reserve Police Battalion 101 -- Arrival in Poland -- Initiation to mass muder : the Józefów massacre -- Reflections on a massacre -- Łomazy : the descent of Second Company -- The August deportations to Treblinka -- Late-September shootings -- The deportations resume -- The strange health of Captain Hoffmann -- The "Jew hunt" -- The last massacres : "Harvest festival" -- Aftermath -- Germans, Poles, and Jews -- Ordinary men. In the early hours of July 13, 1942, the men of Reserve Police Battalion 101, a unit of the German Order Police, entered the Polish Village of Jozefow. They had arrived in Poland less than three weeks before, most of them recently drafted family men too old for combat service--workers, artisans, salesmen, and clerks. By nightfall, they had rounded up Jozefow's 1,800 Jews, selected several hundred men as "work Jews," and shot the rest--that is, some 1,500 women, children, and old people. Most of these overage, rear-echelon reserve policemen had grown to maturity in the port city of Hamburg in pre-Hitler Germany and were neither committed Nazis nor racial fanatics. Nevertheless, in the sixteen months from the Jozefow massacre to the brutal Erntefest ("harvest festival") slaughter of November 1943, these average men participated in the direct shooting deaths of at least 38,000 Jews and the deportation to Treblinka's gas chambers of 45,000 more--a total body count of 83,000 for a unit of less than 500 men. Drawing on postwar interrogations of 210 former members of the battalion, Christopher Browning lets them speak for themselves about their contribution to the Final Solution--what they did, what they thought, how they rationalized their behavior (one man would shoot only infants and children, to "release" them from their misery). In a sobering conclusion, Browning suggests that these good Germans were acting less out of deference to authority or fear of punishment than from motives as insidious as they are common: careerism and peer pressure. With its unflinching reconstruction of the battalion's murderous record and its painstaking attention to the social background and actions of individual men, this unique account offers some of the most powerful and disturbing evidence to date of the ordinary human capacity for extraordinary inhumanity.

940.54 S

Snyder, Timothy. Bloodlands : Europe between Hitler and Stalin. New York : Basic Books, c2010. Hitler and Stalin -- The Soviet famines -- Class terror -- National terror -- Molotov-Ribbentrop Europe -- The economics of apocalypse -- Final solution -- Holocaust and revenge -- The Nazi death factories -- Resistance and incineration -- Ethnic cleansings -- Stalinist antisemitism -- Humanity.

951.03 S

The search for modern China : a documentary collection. Third edition.

973 M

Meacham, Jon, author. The soul of America : the battle for our better angels. First edition. Introduction : To hope rather than to fear -- The confidence of the whole people : visions of the Presidency, the ideas of progress and prosperity, and "We, the people" -- The long shadow of Appomattox : the Lost Cause, the Ku Klux Klan, and Reconstruction -- With soul of flame and temper of steel : "the melting pot," TR and his "bully pulpit," and the Progressive promise -- A new and good thing in the world : the triumph of women's suffrage, the Red Scare, and a new Klan -- The crisis of the old order : the Great Depression, Huey Long, the New Deal, and America First -- Have you no sense of decency? : "making everyone middle class," the GI Bill, McCarthyism, and modern media -- What the hell is the presidency for? : "segregation forever," King's crusade, and LBJ in the crucible -- Conclusion : The first duty of an American citizen. "We have been here before. In this timely and revealing book, ... author Jon Meacham helps us understand the present moment in American politics and life by looking back at critical times in our history when hope overcame division and fear. With clarity and purpose, Meacham explores contentious periods and how presidents and citizens came together to defeat the forces of anger, intolerance, and extremism. Our current climate of partisan fury is not new, and in The Soul of America Meacham shows us how what Abraham Lincoln called 'the better angels of our nature' have repeatedly won the day. Painting surprising portraits of Lincoln and other presidents, including Ulysses S. Grant, Theodore Roosevelt, Woodrow Wilson, Franklin D. Roosevelt, Harry S. Truman, Dwight Eisenhower, and Lyndon B. Johnson, and illuminating the courage of such influential citizen activists as Martin Luther King, Jr., early suffragettes Alice Paul and Carrie Chapman Catt, civil rights pioneers Rosa Parks and John Lewis, First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt, and Army-McCarthy hearings lawyer Joseph N. Welch, Meacham brings vividly to life turning points in American history. He writes about the Civil War, Reconstruction, and the birth of the Lost Cause; the backlash against immigrants in the First World War and the resurgence of the Ku Klux Klan in the 1920s; the fight for women's rights; the demagoguery of Huey Long and Father Coughlin and the isolationist work of America First in the years before World War II; the anti-Communist witch-hunts led by Senator Joseph McCarthy; and Lyndon Johnson's crusade against Jim Crow. Each of these dramatic hours in our national life has been shaped by the contest to lead the country to look forward rather than back, to assert hope over fear--a struggle that continues even now. While the American story has not always--or even often--been heroic, we have been sustained by a belief in progress even in the gloomiest of times. In this inspiring book, Meacham reassures us, "The good news is that we have come through such darkness before"--as, time and again, Lincoln's better angels have found a way to prevail."--Dust jacket.

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Smith, Petric J., 1940-. Long time coming : an insider's story of the Birmingham church bombing that rocked the world. 1st ed. Birmingham, Ala. : Crane Hill, 1994.

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Birch, Anna, author. I kissed Alice. First. "Fan Girl meets Simon vs. The Homo Sapiens Agenda in this #ownvoices LGBTQ romance about two rivals who fall in love online"--.

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Bradbury, Ray, 1920-2012, author. Fahrenheit 451. Simon & Schuster trade paperback edition, 60th anniversary edition. Introduction / by Neil Gaiman -- Fahrenheit 451. The hearth and the salamander ; The sieve and the sand ; Burning bright. History, context, and criticism / edited by Jonathan R. Eller. pt. 1. The story of Fahrenheit 451. The story of Fahrenheit 451 / by Jonathan R. Eller ; From The day after tomorrow: why science fiction? (1953) / by Ray Bradbury ; Listening library audio introduction (1976) / by Ray Bradbury ; Investing dimes: Fahrenheit 451 (1982, 1989) / by Ray Bradbury ; Coda (1979) / by Ray Bradbury -- pt. 2. Other voices. The novel. From a letter to Stanley Kauffmann / by Nelson Algren ; Books of the times / by Orville Prescott ; From New wine, old bottles / by Gilbert Highet ; New novels / by Idris Parry ; New fiction / by Sir John Betjeman ; 1984 and all that / by Adrian Mitchell ; From New maps of hell / by Sir Kingsley Amis ; Introduction to Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451 / by Harold Bloom ; Fahrenheit 451 / by Margaret Atwood ; The motion picture. Shades of Orwell / by Arthur Knight ; From The journal of Fahrenheit 451 / by Fran©ʹois Truffaut. In a future totalitarian state where books are banned and destroyed by the government, Guy Montag, a fireman in charge of burning books, meets a revolutionary schoolteacher who dares to read and a girl who tells him of a past when people did not live in fear ... This sixtieth-anniversary edition commemorates Ray Bradbury's masterpiece with a new introduction by Neil Gaiman ; personal essays on the genesis of the novel by the author; a wealth of critical essays and reviews by Nelson Algren, Harold Bloom, Margaret Atwood, and others; rare manuscript pages and sketches from Ray Bradbury's personal archive; and much more ... --- From back cover.

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White noise. 2009; with an introduction by Richard Powers. New York, NY : Penguin Books, 2009.

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Grisham, John, author. Camino Island. First edition. Bruce Cable owns a popular bookstore in the sleepy resort town of Santa Rosa on Camino Island in Florida. He makes his real money, though, as a prominent dealer in rare books. Very few people know that he occasionally dabbles in the black market of stolen books and manuscripts. Mercer Mann is a young novelist with a severe case of writer's block who has recently been laid off from her teaching position. She is approached by an elegant, mysterious woman working for an even more mysterious company. A generous offer of money convinces Mercer to go undercover and infiltrate Bruce Cable's circle of literary friends, ideally getting close enough to him to learn his secrets. But eventually Mercer learns far too much.--Adapted from book jacket.

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Hemingway, Ernest, 1899-1961, author. The sun also rises. The Hemingway library edition. The novel -- Appendix I: Pamplona, July 1923 -- Appendix II: Early drafts -- Appendix III: The discarded first chapters -- Appendix IV: List of possible titles. A profile of the Lost Generation captures life among the expatriates on Paris' Left Bank during the 1920s, the brutality of bullfighting in Spain, and the moral and spiritual dissolution of a generation.

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Hurston, Zora Neale. Their eyes were watching god. 1st Harper Perennial Modern Classics ed. New York : Harper Perennial Modern Classics, 2006. Foreword / Edwidge Danticat -- Their eyes were watching God -- Afterword / Henry Louis Gates, Jr. -- Selected bibliography -- Chronology. A novel about black Americans in Florida that centers on the life of Janie and her three marriages.

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Kidd, Sue Monk. The invention of wings. The story follows Hetty "Handful" Grimke, a Charleston slave, and Sarah, the daughter of the wealthy Grimke family. The novel begins on Sarah's eleventh birthday, when she is given ownership over Handful, who is to be her handmaid, and follows the next thirty-five years of their lives. Inspired in part by the historical figure of Sarah Grimke (a feminist, suffragist and, importantly, an abolitionist), the author allows herself to go beyond the record to flesh out the inner lives of all the characters, both real and imagined. -- Provided by publisher. "Hetty 'Handful' Grimke, an urban slave in early nineteenth century Charleston, yearns for life beyond the suffocating walls that enclose her within the wealthy Grimke household. The Grimke's daughter, Sarah, has known from an early age she is meant to do something large in the world, but she is hemmed in by the limits imposed on women. The novel is set in motion on Sarah's eleventh birthday, when she is given ownership of ten year old Handful, who is to be her handmaid. We follow their remarkable journeys over the next thirty five years, as both strive for a life of their own, dramatically shaping each other's destinies and forming a complex relationship marked by guilt, defiance, estrangement and the uneasy ways of love. As the stories build to a riveting climax, Handful will endure loss and sorrow, finding courage and a sense of self in the process. Sarah will experience crushed hopes, betrayal, unrequited love, and ostracism before leaving Charleston to find her place alongside her fearless younger sister, Angelina, as one of the early pioneers in the abolition and women's rights movements. Inspired by the historical figure of Sarah Grimke, the author goes beyond the record to flesh out the rich interior lives of all of her characters, both real and invented, including Handful's cunning mother, Charlotte, who courts danger in her search for something better. This novel looks with unswerving eyes at a devastating wound in American history, through women whose struggles for liberation, empowerment, and expression will leave no reader unmoved. -- Publisher's description.

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Vladimir Nabokov. Glory. United States : McGraw-Hill International, Inc, 1971.

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Orwell, George, 1903-1950. 1984. Signet Classics. New York, NY : Berkley: an imprint of Penguin Random House, LLC, c. 1977. "Eternal warfare is the price of bleak prosperity in this satire of totalitarian barbarism."--ARBookFind.

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Salinger, J. D. (Jerome David), 1919-2010. Nine stories. 1st Back Bay pbk. ed. Boston : Back Bay Books/Little, Brown, 2001, c1991. A perfect day for bananafish -- Uncle wiggily in Connecticut -- Just before the war with the Eskimos -- The laughing man -- Down at the dinghy -- For Esme--with love and squalor -- Pretty mouth and green my eyes -- De Daumier-Smith's blue period -- Teddy. Salinger's classic collection of short stories is now available in trade paperback.

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Thomas, Angie, author. The hate u give. First edition. "Sixteen-year-old Starr Carter moves between two worlds: the poor neighborhood where she lives and the fancy suburban prep school she attends. The uneasy balance between these worlds is shattered when Starr witnesses the fatal shooting of her childhood best friend Khalil at the hands of a police officer. Khalil was unarmed. Soon afterward, his death is a national headline. Some are calling him a thug, maybe even a drug dealer and a gangbanger. Protesters are taking to the streets in Khalil's name. Some cops and the local drug lord try to intimidate Starr and her family. What everyone wants to know is: what really went down that night? And the only person alive who can answer that is Starr. But what Starr does or does not say could upend her community. It could also endanger her life"--.

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Thomas, Angie, author. On the come up. First edition. Sixteen-year-old Bri hopes to become a great rapper, and after her first song goes viral for all the wrong reasons, must decide whether to sell out or face eviction with her widowed mother.

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The Hobbit : or There and Back Again. First U.S. edition; Illus. by Jemima Catlin, 2013. New York, NY : HarperCollins Publishers, 2013.

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Around the world in 80 days. Classics. Trans. by Geo. M. Towle. Lexington, KY, : October 29. 2019.

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Around the world in 80 days. Illustrated First Edition. Translated by Geo. M. Towle. Orinda, CA : SeaWolf Press, 2018.

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Belfry Holdings, Inc. (Charlottesville, Virginia), author. Camino winds : a novel. Hardcover. "#1 New York Times bestselling author John Grisham returns to Camino Island in this irresistible page-turner that's as refreshing as an island breeze. In Camino Winds, mystery and intrigue once again catch up with novelist Mercer Mann, proving that the suspense never rests-even in paradise"--.

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Alomar, Osama, 1968- author, translator. The teeth of the comb & other stories.

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Machado, Carmen Maria, author. Her body and other parties : stories. Contains short stories about the realities of women's lives and the violence visited upon their bodies. "In Her Body and Other Parties, Carmen Maria Machado blithely demolishes the arbitrary borders between psychological realism and science fiction, comedy and horror, fantasy and fabulism. While her work has earned her comparisons to Karen Russell and Kelly Link, she has a voice that is all her own. In this electric and provocative debut, Machado bends genre to shape startling narratives that map the realities of women's lives and the violence visited upon their bodies. A wife refuses her husband's entreaties to remove the green ribbon from around her neck. A woman recounts her sexual encounters as a plague slowly consumes humanity. A salesclerk in a mall makes a horrifying discovery within the seams of the store's prom dresses. One woman's surgery-induced weight loss results in an unwanted houseguest. And in the bravura novella 'Especially Heinous,' Machado reimagines every episode of Law & Order: Special Victims Unit, a show we naïvely assumed had shown it all, generating a phantasmagoric police procedural full of doppelgängers, ghosts, and girls with bells for eyes. Earthy and otherworldly, antic and sexy, queer and caustic, comic and deadly serious, Her Body and Other Parties swings from horrific violence to the most exquisite sentiment. In their explosive originality, these stories enlarge the possibilities of contemporary fiction." -- Publisher's description.

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