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the-chicken-or-the-banana · 3 years

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I always wondered how the foxes would react to finding out that it was andrew that "hit on" neil first (specially Kevin, since he was just standing right there while that happened)

(now, i don't think they would willing just talk about it but if one of them slip up...)

Btw: i absolutely adored the goodbye kisses series

AHHH sorry for being so MIA lately but i'm absolutely loving this! also i'm realizing that i'm very bad at actually getting to the point so enjoy a shit ton of irrelevant exposition :)

read it on ao3 here

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Kevin didn't understand why they had to come to the zoo. It was smelly, there were kids screaming everywhere, and he'd nearly been stepped on three times in the past 10 minutes. He much rather preferred exy to this.

Team bonding sucked.

He trudged along beside Aaron as Dan, Matt, and Nicky actually tried socializing with the new Foxes. Normally, Kevin would jump at the chance to talk about exy with these recruits, but also, normally he didn't feel like he'd just just rolled through a flaming dumpster filled with screeching, pooping monkeys.

Kevin let out a sigh as they passed some sort of mildly interesting snake exhibit. He nudged Aaron, who was on his phone with a red face, which meant he was either texting lovey-dovey things to Katelyn or blasting an idiot in his Ochem class. You never really knew with him.

"Aaron."

Aaron just scowled at him. Kevin sighed again. Conversing was always so much more exhausting than he anticipated.

"Snakes."

"What."

"Do you want to... see the snakes?"

Aaron blinked in confusion. "Okay?"

Kevin led them to the snakes.

There, they shoved past some families and made it to the front of the glass enclosure.

"Well?" Aaron asked. "Now what do we do?"

Valid question, Kevin thought. He hadn't really considered what they were doing. He just wanted to see snakes.

He told Aaron as much, who rolled his eyes aggressively and went back to his phone.

Kevin felt a tap on his shoulder and twisted around, coming face-to-face (well, more like chest-to-face) with some sort of tour or information guide.

"Hi!" she smiled all too brightly. Kevin wanted to cover his eyes. "How are you enjoying the exhibition?"

"Um," Kevin gulped eloquently, then remembered his media training. "Oh yeah, it's great!"

"Awesome," she beamed. "You know, there's a snake feeding session in about 5 minutes if you and your son are interested."

Kevin's face contorted in confusion. He whirled around, assuming some tiny, lost child was latched near him, but when he turned back, the lady — Sandy — had her gaze intensely focused on the only other small person near him: Aaron.

Oh dear.

Aaron seemed to come to the same conclusion as Kevin did because his eyes widened comically and he hissed "I. am. not. his. son."

Sandy blinked owlishly. "Little brother then?"

Aaron threw his hands up. "I am 21! Leave me alone." He then proceeded to stomp out of the enclosure, dragging Kevin along and leaving a very flummoxed old lady behind them.

"I can't believe it," Aaron kept muttering. "Your son. Your son! I hate life."

Kevin was a bit miffed that he hadn't actually been able to see the snakes, but he figured Aaron's plight was slightly more significant than that.

After a few moments of silent walking (Kevin) and angry grumbing (Aaron), Kevin realized he couldn't see any of the Foxes anymore. He glanced around, instinctively searching for Andrew.

"Hey, do you know where Andrew and Neil went?" Kevin asked.

Aaron scoffed. "They're probably making out somewhere."

"Who's making out?"

Aaron and Kevin both gave unholy screeches as they turned around to find Nicky standing between them, a wide, innocent grin on his face.

"What the fuck," Aaron complained. "Don't do that again, you bitch."

Nicky waved him off. "Shut up. Who's making out? Might be able to close some bets."

Kevin rolled his eyes. "We just can't find Andrew and Neil anywhere. Aaron seems to believe they're off deflowering a zoo Port-A-Potty or something."

"Well then, we wouldn't want to interrupt them, right?" Nicky winked. "Anyways, we're all going to the butterfly exhibit right now so y'all have to join us. I'm not taking no for an answer."

It seemed that they had no choice, so after sharing a resigned glance, Kevin and Aaron trudged behind an overly enthusiastic Nicky while he babbled on about some parrots that he saw. It really didn't seem as interesting as Nicky was making it out to be, but Kevin didn't want to say anything lest he was expected to participate in the conversation too.

They finally reached the butterfly exhibit where the other Foxes were waiting for them. They entered as a mass of loud, mildy buff, smelly athletes and got more than a few glares from the parents of young children who moved out of the way.

But in all this movement, the path cleared and Kevin found... Andrew and Neil? He was about to turn to Aaron and tell him that they evidently not making out, until he noticed how still Andrew was standing and the glee on Neil's face.

Nicky's gaze caught onto them a second later, because he squealed and grabbed Kevin's arm, jabbing his finger at the sight.

"Oh my God," he whispered. "Is that a butterfly on Andrew's nose? That is adorable."

Kevin squinted, and yes, that's exactly what it appeared to be. Nicky's outburst had caught Allison's attention, and she began marching over to Neil and Andrew, the rest of the Foxes in tow.

Kevin could already tell this was going to be a mess.

When they finally reached Andrew, Aaron was the first to speak. "What the fuck?" he asked flatly. Andrew glared at him. Slowly, as to not move the butterfly, he raised his hand to gently flip off his brother.

Nicky immediately started cooing. "Aww, don't worry Andrew! I think you look adorable."

Andrew began slipping out a knife.

On Allison's left, Kevin saw Dan practically shaking with laughter as she pulled out her camera and snapped a picture.

Neil opened his mouth, probably to tell off Dan but Nicky rushed in to talk to him.

"Soooo," he waggled his eyebrows. "I didn't know you could see the future, Neil."

Neil stared at him blankly and turned back to Andrew as he pulled out a map, but Nicky rallied on.

"Like, you must have been able to predict that one day Andrew was going to be this adorable. That's why you asked him out, right?"

"What?" Neil asked distractedly. "I never asked him out."

Kevin blinked in surprise. After a moment's consideration, he realized that considering how utterly oblivious Neil could be, it really was no shocker that Andrew had to ask him out first.

"Wait wait wait," Matt shook his head. "So Andrew asked you out?"

Neil waved them off as he continued squinting at the map he was holding. "Yes yes, just go ask Kevin, he was there."

All eyes turned to Kevin. Kevin was very lost.

"What the fuck," Aaron repeated. "I'm so confused."

"Me too," Kevin muttered. "Me too."

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After their long day at the zoo was over, the Foxes finally began the trudge back up to their respective dorms. The younger Foxes dozed off immediately, but the older Foxes gathered in the girls' room to drop off the bags they had borrowed for the trip.

In all the commotion, no one really noticed Andrew and Neil leaving together. But right before they slipped out the door, Renee caught sight of them.

"Good night, you two!" she called. Neil turned around and gave her a tired wave, his body slumped on Andrew.

"Wait!" Nicky scrambled off the sofa. "Before I forget: Neil, how did Andrew ask you out?"

Neil blinked sleepily. "Well," he slurred. "He asked if he could blow me."

The room went silent.

Andrew heaved a sigh and dragged Neil out the door, leaving seven wide-eyed, very much awake athletes in their wake. Slowly, everyone turned to Kevin.

"You!" Allison weakly jabbed a finger in his direction. "You knew about this!"

Too late, Kevin realized what Neil's statement meant. Andrew had asked out Neil in front of Kevin. By offering sex. Nothing could have possibly ruined Kevin's night as much as this information had.

He met the Foxes' eyes slowly. Even Renee looked a bit surprised at Neil's admission, but she was clearly biting back a smile. "Trust me," Kevin groaned. "If I had known this had happened, I would have won myself so many bets."

"Damn," Nicky sighed. "I wish Erik and I had such an iconic story. Who knew the quiet, stabby cousin was such a horny gay bastard?"

"I," Aaron announced hotly. "have never wanted to forget a conversation more than this one."

"But Aaron. Andrew asked to blow him."

"Nicky, I swear— "

"OH MY GOD. They're probably having sex right now! Kevin, could you— "

Aaron put his head in his hands. "Please shut up now."

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ssajj · 4 years

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Alright

You forget to take care of yourself while battling through medical school. Spencer tries to help. 1.6k, f!reader

Warnings: mentions of poor self care, very vague description of fainting.

A/N: literally wrote this in an hour, so I hope it's okay lol

"You're still up?" Spencer asks, opening the door to your shared apartment.

You rise onto your feet, ignoring the black dots that spot your vision. "I thought you weren't getting back for another hour or two," you say, wrapping your arms around him and laying your head on his chest.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head. "JJ got done with the sheriff earlier than she thought. How come you're still up?"

"Homework," you groan.

You're in your second year of medical school, and if you're being honest, it's kicking your ass. Most of your studying is done when your boyfriend is at work. He used to try and help, although you put an end to that. He was just so smart, so quick to memorize the material you've been agonizing over, that sometimes it'd send you into a tailspin. You never wanted to tell him that, though. Not when he was being such a wonderful boyfriend. Lately, he's been worrying too much and usually tries to pull you away from your textbooks and notes. It's terribly hypocritical of him. You're both a lot better at taking care of each other than yourselves.

"It's three in the morning, bub," he chides gently. "Let's go to bed."

Violently, you shake your head. "I have an exam soon!"

"The brain stops working correctly once someone is overtired."

"I know."

"And you're overtired."

You sigh. "I know."

Before you can protest more, he bends a little and sweeps an arm under your knees, using his other arm to wrap around your upper body. You squeal, your arms going around his neck. "When did you get so buff?!"

He laughs, shifting you around so you're settled more comfortably. "I told you, Morgan and JJ keep making me work out with them."

"Remind me to thank them," you say, getting another laugh out of him. It's cliche, you know, but his laugh is your favorite sound in the world.

It doesn't take him long to carry you to the bedroom. Gently, he deposits you on the bed, kissing you again on the forehead. "I'm going to go clean up your books and then come back, okay? Get ready for bed."

You're asleep before he's even out of the room. When he comes back, he pulls the blankets over your body, changes into pajamas, and crawls in after you, pulling your body against him.

When you wake up, it's to the fire alarm going off.

"Everything is fine!" Spencer yells from the kitchen. You blink a few times, adjusting to whatever the hell is happening. Even in your sleepy state, everything does not seem fine.

You get out of bed, putting on your slippers before making your way into the kitchen. There, you can see Spencer batting at a cloud of smoke coming from the stove top. "Spence, what's happening?"

"I burned the eggs," he says, sounding so genuinely upset about it that it confuses you. "I was trying to make you eggs."

You help him clean up the eggs, wincing at just how burnt they are. It's hard to say how Spencer even managed to do that, but you don't mock him for it. He's been worrying about you, so you know he was just trying to make you feel better.

"Come back to bed with me?" You ask, one of his hands in yours.

He's terrible at saying no to you, so he doesn't try. Instead, he follows you, curling against you once you're in bed. Frankly, he's just glad that you want to sleep. "I love you."

"Love you more."

"Impossible."

The next day, he's called away again. You're a little surprised. As chaotic as his schedule is, you usually get him for a few days after a case.

"Take care of yourself, okay?" You tell him, kissing him softly.

He nods. "You too. Please."

"You seem distracted, kid. What's going on?" Morgan asks, sitting next to Spencer on the jet. Even during their debriefing, he only seemed half aware of his surroundings. Morgan didn't understand his brain, not in the intimate way you did, but he had a good idea of how easy it was for Spencer to get lost in his thoughts.

"Hm?" Spencer hums, looking up at Morgan. "Oh. Just thinking about Y/N."

Morgan snorts. "Shocker."

"I'm serious!" Spencer protests. "She's so stressed out about medical school. I'm worried about her not taking care of herself when I'm gone. She just puts an unhealthy amount of pressure on her shoulders."

"That reminds me of someone I know."

Spencer looks confused for a second before catching a look at Morgan's raised eyebrow. "Shut up. I just- I don't know how to help her. I'm gone too often to encourage her to rest, or to put down the textbooks, or tell her that I think she's amazing when I see her doubting her ability."

"She'll be okay," Morgan reassures. "And you'll be able to check in with her once the case is over. For now, though, we need that big brain of yours focused on the case. Okay?"

"Okay."

Back at the apartment, you've spread all of your study materials on the floor, having given up on keeping it contained on the coffee table. Your back is aching and you've been on the verge of tears all day. Focusing is difficult, especially since all you want is for your boyfriend to hold you and make everything better.

But that isn't how you operate, so you take a deep breath and get back to work. By two in the morning, your body feels heavy and your mind feels full. You also forgot to respond to Spencer's nightly text, which just makes a wave of guilt crash into you. It's too late to text him now, so you set a reminder in your phone to text him when you wake up.

This time, Spencer is gone for a week and a half. Four times, you forget to say goodnight to him. Twice, you're so distracted that you don't answer your phone when it rings. Your entire life has become your textbooks, especially after you bomb a pop quiz on Wednesday. That sends you into a downward spiral, one you aren't recovered from by the time your boyfriend comes back.

"How was the case?" You ask him, ignoring the way your mind feels fuzzy. It's probably been too long since you got a proper night's sleep.

He's peering at you. "It was okay. What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Y/N," he sighs, kneeling in front of you where you're sitting on the couch. He's holding your hands. "Please take a break. When's the last time you've been outside?"

You frown. "You hate going outside."

"I prefer to be indoors, but I understand and respect the benefits of spending time outdoors." He pulls you to your feet. Somehow, you don't stumble. "Come on. Let's go walk around the block."

He grabs your shoes for you, and you have to sit down again to put them on. Once you're outside, you do have to admit that the fresh air feels amazing on your face.

"You're really quiet today," you say as you walk.

He nods. "I'm worried about you and I'm not sure how to help."

"You don't need to-"

"Y/N," he interrupts you. "You...you help me all the time. I don't even think you realize how much you help me. You always listen to me when I go off on a topic you probably aren't even interested. And you come up with excellent questions and responses. I feel more comfortable with physical touch than I ever have, because you're always so gentle and kind and respectful of my boundaries. You make me feel good about myself. When something is wrong, all I can think about is how I know seeing you will make me feel better. My mom adores you. But I know you're struggling and I can't-" he cuts himself off, taking a deep breath. "I want to help you the way you help me."

And in a fantastic bit of timing, your vision goes black as you fall to the ground.

You wake up in a hospital bed. "Spencer?"

He startles, rising from where he was slumped over in a chair. "How are you feeling? I need to call a nurse. But. How are you feeling?"

"Tired," you mumble. "What happened?"

"You fainted. The doctors said you were overly exhausted and suffering from mild dehydration." Spencer's tense all over, his hands flexing at his sides.

Ah, shit. You fucked up.

After that, you try harder. You let Spencer help you. When he's gone, he sends you reminders on when to start and stop studying, when to go to sleep, and reminders to drink water. They're all things you already know, but someone checking in on you helps you actually follow through, helping you hold yourself responsible. When he's with you, he peppers you with kisses when he knows you need to relax, picking you up and carrying you around the apartment to make you laugh. Since he has a habit of burning food and you hate cooking, you two get a lot of takeout.

"Hey," you say one day, closing your textbooks and going over to him. "You know how much I love you, right?"

He smiles and buries his face in your hair. "Yeah. And you know I love you too."

Spencer can't fix everything for you, nor can he fix the hell that's med school. But he helps. Knowing he's always here for you helps.

Being loved helps.

#spencer reid fic #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid reader insert #Spencer reid fic #criminal minds fic #criminal minds reader insert #dorothywrites #this might be me projecting but shhhhh

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merakiaes · 4 years

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Claim Me - Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

Pairing: Oscar “Spooky” Diaz x reader

Requested: Yes.

Prompts: None.

Warnings/notes: Not proofread so I apologize in advance for any possible mistakes. Let me know what you think and please send in more requests xx

Wordcount: 2460

Summary: Spooky has a crush on you and comes clean about it by claiming you in front of everyone when another Santo tries to get with you and he gets jealous.

The day of Spooky’s annual end of the summer party had come and the backyard of the Diaz residence was bustling with mingling people.

Most of them except Mario and a few other exceptions were Santos and their rucas, and you were sure you had seen Cesar and his friends lurking around behind the fence a while ago too.

You were neither a Santo nor one of their rucas, but having been Spooky’s best friend since you were mere children made you an honoree guest to pretty much every get-together he hosted.

On any other day, you weren’t a very big party-person. You couldn’t hold your alcohol even if you tried and more often than not ended up either getting nauseous and going home early or passing out before the night was even close to being over.

But tonight… tonight you were looking forward to letting your hair down and having some fun. More specifically, you were looking forward to getting some action after the guy you had been seeing for the past three weeks had ran away screaming two days prior courtesy of your over-protective best friend.

No matter how good-mannered and respected the guys you would be seeing were, Oscar would always scare them away in some way or another.

Most times you didn’t even know what he told them seeing as he always pounced on them when you weren’t present, and when you would ask, neither them nor him would say.

The guys would only tell you they weren’t ready for something serious right now or that they needed some time to figure themselves out and that they promised to call, but shocker, they never did. And Oscar… Oscar wouldn’t tell you shit, only smirk and shrug.

To a start, you only figured it was because he was being an overly protective best friend and that he didn’t want to see you get hurt by falling in love with the wrong person. But when he started putting his nose into your one night stands too, where no feelings whatsoever were involved, you had started to get suspicious.

Either way, it was getting tiring not to get what you wanted because he was being an ass and kept getting in the way, and you were adamant on not leaving alone tonight.

Mario hadn’t wasted any time in making a move on you at the start of the night, and his game was strong. He was charming, good-looking and you had known him for a long time so you knew he would be good to you.

But even though you were only looking for a no-strings-attached fuck for the night, he had just gotten dumped by Angelica and you weren’t about to be his rebound. He needed to sort himself out.

Luckily, he got the hint pretty quickly and left to call Angelica, again, leaving you open for everyone else. And it hadn’t taken long for someone to slide in beside you where you were sitting in one of the sofas.

Carlos was a relatively new Santo, having been jumped in only a few weeks ago. He was Sad Eyes’ cousin so he hadn’t had to do much to prove himself, basically being a Santos legacy.

He was a year older than you but he was shy, not even close to being as brave as Spooky, Mario and his cousin when it came to women. However, alcohol seemed to change that completely as he had been shamelessly flirting with you for the past twenty minutes.

And you were enjoying it, even though you briefly found yourself thinking there was someone you would rather be in his spot.

It was an all too familiar and often reoccurring thought and just like every other time it entered your head, you forced it to the back of your mind and locked it away, focusing on the man sitting in front of you.

“Man, why you gotta look so fine all the time, (Y/N)? I can barely keep my hands to myself over here.” Carlos flirted, his arm resting on the back of the sofa behind you.

You returned his flirty behavior with a smirk, raising an eyebrow. “Who says you have to?” You questioned, touching the collar of his green and black flannel and leaning closer to his face. “You can touch me all you want.”

He bit down on his lip, and you watched as his eyes traveled from your eyes and down to your lips. “And risk getting beat up by Spooky?” He chuckled. “That’s a dangerous game to play, mami.”

Raising an eyebrow, your smirk widened. “You’re a Santo.” You purred. “You shouldn’t be scared of taking a little risk.”

He hummed, leaning even closer, his eyes still flickering back and forth between your eyes and lips. “You make a good point.” He answered, smirking, and finally began leaning in.

You wasted no time in following his example, tilting your head upwards to hurry the process up, but just as your lips were about to meet, there was a tug on the back of his shirt, and just like that he was gone again.

Your glare instantly found Oscar who was now standing behind him, but he didn’t even look at you, glaring down at Carlos who was now looking like he was about to piss himself.

“You, get out of my sight.” Oscar ordered him, and after sparing you one final glance, Carlos stood up and walked off to where his cousin was chilling at the other side of the backyard, leaving only you and Oscar.

The latter was now looking right at you with a distasteful look in his eyes and nodded his head to a more secluded corner, away from all the other people. “You, over there. Now.”

You rolled your eyes at his bossy tone, but he left no time for you to argue, already starting to walk away from you with a cigarette hanging from his lips. You stood up begrudgingly and followed behind him, watching bitterly as he leaned his head down to light his cigarette.

The two of you came to a stop in the corner he had pointed out and he instantly turned to you, staring you down. “You ain’t no zorra, better stop making it seem like you are before you start something you can’t finish.”

He took a drag of the cigarette and you raised an unimpressed eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back against the fence behind you.

“What, you gonna stop me from getting laid now, too?” You asked, clicking your tongue. “Talk about coitus interruptus.”

He raised an eyebrow to match your own, looking awfully amused. “Am I supposed to know what that means?”

You snorted through your nose, narrowing your eyes at him. “It’s a fancy word for cockblocker, estúpido.” You said, but could feel the corners of your lips twitching. “I thought you were supposed to be smart, Mr. Straight-A-Honor-Roll-Student.”

He gave you a playful smile, taking another drag of the cigarette and you watched as he breathed out a thick cloud of smoke, and kicked yourself off the wall in order to walk closer to him. He watched out of the corner of his eye as you leaned on the wall beside him and smirked up at him.

“So are you going to tell me why you’ve been so adamant on not letting me get lucky lately? Because it’s starting to get on my nerves.” You admitted, clicking your tongue again.

Oscar suddenly turned tense, turning his head to the side to avoid your gaze, which only made your suspicions grow.

“I’m just looking out for you.” He answered shortly, shrugging his shoulders and taking a particularly large drag of the cigarette, fiddling with the white stick of tobacco, something you knew that he did when he on the rare occasion felt nervous or anxious about something.

You weren’t stupid. You could take a hint and you could also read him like an open book. You saw right through his bullshit, but you kept pretending to be clueless, crossing your arms over your chest and smirking at him.

“I hardly see how it could be harmful for me to get my needs satisfied.” You hummed, teasing him. “You be fucking hynas every day and you’re as healthy as ever. How is it any different for me?”

“I haven’t been with no hyna for months.” He answered awfully quickly, and you couldn’t deny that this revelation shocked you.

For as long as you had known him he had always gotten around, so to say you were confused as to why that had changed was an understatement.

“Really?” You questioned, narrowing your eyes. “Why?”

You knew why, of course, but at the same time you were confused why he was suddenly going to such extreme extents when he hadn’t before.

“I’ve got more important shit to deal with.” He said, rolling his lips.

This caused you to snort. “What’s ever been more important than getting your dick sucked for you cholos?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

When he didn’t answer, you pushed yourself off the wall and reached your hand out for his cigarette just as he was about to take another drag. He watched with a sour expression as you took it from between his fingers and tossed it to the ground, putting it out with the heel of your shoe.

You then took his chin in your hand and forced him to look at you, taking in the way his adam’s apple bobbled when he came face to face with your mocking smirk.

You raised an eyebrow and held his chin in place. “Why don’t you cut the shit and tell me why you’re really not wanting me to get with anyone?”

He glared down at you, obviously not very happy with the games you were playing and spoke bitterly. “It sounds like you already know.”

Putting on a feign clueless look, you dropped his chin and threw your arms out. “I don’t, that’s why I’m asking.” You said innocently. “Why do you insist on cockblocking me every day?”

“You gonna make me say it?” He asked, eyes narrowed into slits by now. But he wasn’t angry, you knew. He was just uncomfortable as shit from being put on the spot like this, and you were having too much fun with it.

Rather than answering his question you simply raised your eyebrows as to challenge him, and after closing his eyes and taking a long, annoyed breath through his nose, the words finally left his lips.

“Because I love you, that’s why.” He spoke through his teeth, opening his eyes to look at you again. “And I don’t want you being with no other fool.”

Ah, there it was, what you had suspected for a long time now but not been sure enough about to make the first move.

Your smirk fell from your face, your lips instead pulling into a sincere smile. “You love me?” You asked.

But even though you had now turned sincere, a playful hint of teasing still remained in your voice, which only made his glare harden.

“I ain’t repeating myself.” He told you stubbornly, clenching his fists at his sides; another sign of how uncomfortable he was. “This is where you’re supposed to tell me you love me too, or some shit.”

You grinned up at him, nodding. “I could do that, but I’m having so much fun watching you squirm.” He turned his head to the side with a scoff and you aww:ed. “Aw, are you blushing, Oscar?”

He kissed his teeth and shook his head. But he couldn’t keep the smile off his face. He was indeed blushing, his neck and ears taking a red tint as a result of your merciless torture.

He chuckled, pulling his hand over his mouth and chin, muttering under his breath. “Pendeja.”

You raised an eyebrow, leaning against the wall again. “Is that any way to talk to your girl?”

At the sound of your words, he turned back to look at you, a smirk now growing on his face. “My girl, huh?” He questioned, and you smiled, moving forward.

“I’ve always been your girl, Diaz.” You confessed, taking a hold of the collar of his plaid shirt and straightening it out before looking up to meet his gaze through your eyelashes. “I’ve just been waiting for you to grow a pair and step up and claim me.”

You shrugged, a small teasing smile playing at your lips. “But you know, you better hurry your ass up if you want to claim me before Carlos does. He seemed to like me an awful lot back there.”

A glare fell on his face and his hands were suddenly on your hips, pulling you flush against him. “You’re mine.” He seethed, leaning his head down closer to yours.

Your faces were now only inches apart, your arms wrapping around his neck and the feeling of his hands squeezing your sides making your insides flutter and causing your heart to nearly beat out of your chest with excitement and anticipation.

Tilting your head up ever so slightly, your lips brushed over each other’s for the shortest second, but you stopped yourself before they could touch properly, giving him a seductive look and whispering: “Prove it.”

And that’s all it took for Oscar’s confidence to come flooding back, his lips pressing against yours the next second with such intimacy you were getting weak at the knees.

You gripped at the back of his neck and you desperately tried to pull each other closer, even though you were already as close as the physics of space would allow.

Around you, people were whistling and hollering, telling you to ‘get it’. The sound brought a smile to your face and you couldn’t keep the laughter in for long, forcing you to break apart.

Oscar was wearing a satisfied smirk of his own and once everyone had quietened down, he pulled you into his side and yelled out for all to hear, “Anyone put a hand on her and they’ll have me to answer to!” He squeezed your side and turned to look down at you affectionately. “Ella es mi ruca.”

He was still talking to the others when he said the last part, but with the way he was staring down at you, it felt like it was meant just for you.

Everyone made some kind of sound of agreement and went back to their business, and you chuckled, placing a hand on his chest. “Alright, papi. No need to get all macho on them.”

The grip he had on your waist tightened and before you had time to react he had turned you around so you were standing in his arms again.

He leaned his face down close to yours and looked at you with dark eyes. “Call me that again and I’ll show you just how macho I can get, princesa.” He spoke lowly, his accent more evident than ever, and you wasted no time in pressing your lips to his in another kiss; the second one and not by far the last.

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jimmymcgools · 3 years

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good morning / evening / happy timezone! if you feel like it, what are some of your favourite BCS interviews, text or video?

oh man, hell yes! thanks for asking! ♥️

i’ve definitely forgotten some good ones and this is shamelessly biased toward my favourite characters, but hopefully this is a good place to start especially if you’re looking for kim + jimmy talk!

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How They Made It: The Spectacular Fifth Season of ‘Better Call Saul’

a great article with quotes from everyone. home of the famous “these are two people who got a law office for love and got married for business.” quote from peter, and the lesser quoted set-up which i love just as much:

“I think if you were to ask her, the character, ‘Well, why are you getting married?’ she would say, ‘Because Jimmy told me that he lies so he can protect me from having to testify against him.’ Which is a very lawyerly reason. But I think they get married because they love each other.” 🥺

How Rhea Seehorn Became Better Call Saul's Greatest Showman (huge props to @scullysflannel for totally crushing it)

And she’s not ready to do that.

‘Better Call Saul’ Star Rhea Seehorn: ‘It Is A Crazy Ride From Here To The End’

more great stuff from rhea and really interesting commentary on kim+jimmy’s relationship in season 4 (up to 4x07). “But Kim’s filling up every second of every day because God forbid she should just sit with her feelings for a minute.”

Better Call Saul star Bob Odenkirk on Jimmy's strange reaction to Chuck's death

short and heartbreaking interview with bob about jimmy’s headspace in episode 4x01

Rhea Seehorn on ‘Better Call Saul’ Season 3 Finale: Is Kim Finally ‘Breaking Bad?’

rhea talking about the end of season 3.

Bob Odenkirk still has hope for Saul Goodman in penultimate season

i love this one because bob talks about jimmy’s anger and im obsessed with the anger of both these characters

Better Call Saul finale: Michael McKean explains Chuck's shocker

really long and interesting interview with mckean about chuck! most of these interviews have helped guide my fic a lot but my chuck notes are like 90% quotes from mckean in this. definitely worth a read if you’re interested in mckean’s thoughts on what makes chuck tick!

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Conversations with Bob Odenkirk of BETTER CALL SAUL

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this is my favourite bob interview. i think the interviewer asks maybe three questions, and the rest is bob going ham. they did it towards the end of filming season 5, and i feel like he’s completely in the headspace of the character.

highlights include (starting at about 6:00) recounting his email argument with peter over a line reading -- a line that was written as a statement but bob wanted as a question. he says it’s from episode 9, but my big theory is that he’s talking about the “hundred thousand?” from 1x08, because he does a vince impression when he talks about the episode’s director.

and at 16:00 -- “i love the scene at the graveyard. did you say ‘boo-hoo’?”

Rhea Seehorn dishes Kim's fate on 'Better Call Saul'

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all these gold derby ones with rhea and bob are fascinating and this one really launches right into it.

such great stuff about kim using silence as a position of power, and kim’s motivation for the chuck takedown (she’s defending jimmy but also she wants to keep mesa verde! “she has her own ego and ambition issues”). and then at 12:30 -- “asking chuck, do you realise that, if this is true, your brother would go to jail? and he’s fine with it. and it’s so disturbing [to kim] that he is that black and white.”

i love about 9:00 in, too. kim gives jimmy “counsel without judgement, which i think is a very different thing than he’s getting from other people in his life.”

as you can see i started rewatching and now i’m helplessly adding more and more rhea quotes to this section. it’s so good and every gold derby one is SO good.

Inside the Writers Zoom with Better Call Saul, hosted by Patton Oswalt

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patton interviewing some of the writers! some great stuff at about 15 minutes about the proposal and the kim flashback.

i’m also forever haunted by mr. peter gould’s twinkly little all-knowing eyes in any interview he’s in. peter tell me your secrets (don’t tell me i want to wait) but tell me

Conversations at Home with BETTER CALL SAUL

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uh this one is just a joy to watch and there’s so many dogs 🐶

hopefully that’s a good amount and not too overwhelming! i’m also looking forward to kicking myself in a week when i think of all the great stuff i forgot to include 😂

thanks again for asking! this was super fun.

#asks #dangerscully #ty to @drjholtzmann for letting me pick her brain too #better call saul #interviews #bts

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Goof Week: Goofy Birthday Shortstacular!

Hyuck all you happy people! And HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOOFY! The celebration already got on track today with a look at the two part goof troop pilot. You can find that here.

That review kicked off GOOF WEEK my weeklong look at all things Goofy, but as is tradition on this blog the birthday of one of the big three wouldn’t’t be complete without a look at their theatrical shorts career. And with this one i’ve covered all three of Disney’s biggest stars having covered Donald last june (and will again next month) and Mickey in September so it’s long overdue that my boy gets a shot and even longer overdue I watched some of his classic shorts.

A large part of why I started doing these is because I love classic theatrical shorts and the reason I love looking at the Disney ones is, unlike Looney Toons or Tom and Jerry, I didn’t grow up with these and Disney never replayed them. At most you’d get one or a small slice of one in a House of Mouse episode. So this is a fun way to dive right into history and see a piece of Disney I’ve only started scratching the surface of.

This is a fun one too. I ended bumping this up to 12 shorts again, and i’m glad as it allowed me to take a look at some of the weirder stuff and we go all over the place: We have dancing, goofy begging for a smoke, goofy devlopnig a split personality that calls him fat a bunch, a prototypical max who is a LOT, trips to medevil times and cowboy times, a tex avery esque noir short, and the lead in short to National treasure. If any of that sounds like a real good time to you, then keep reading under the cut!

Mickey’s Revue (1933)

Goofy was created by his VA Pinto Colvig, who based the character on the local happy go lucky moron from his home town, and after a dicussion with Walt it was decided to roll him into Mickey’s growing supporting cast.

My guess from here is they decided to do a dry run to make sure the character worked with audeinces before giving him a full time roll. Given Goofy’s been both a staple of Mickey’s supporting cast and often more popular than the mouse or even the duck, you can see how that went.

Colvig was awesome. While Bill Farmer is my preferred Goofy, I still tip my hat to the original and it’s clear this was a character he was born t play and it shows: a lot of characters take a short or too to really find their personality. Goofy.. has his early shorts persona straight out of the box> The only weird thing is he’s an ol dman here.. but otherwise his schick here, loudly eating peanuts, laughing a bit too loud and annoying everyone around him with no genuine malice.. that’s Goofy and Pinto really hit onto something and as we’ll see today had a TON of range beyond this.

As for the rest of the short.. it’s forgetable. It’s not BAD, but it’s just Mickey and friends capering on stage. Nothing really out of the oridnary for these early Mickey Shorts, especially since some of them could get really damn creative.

The Whoopee Party (1933)

Now we have Goofy’s first proper appearance, going from joke character in the crowd to full member of Mickey’s friend group.

This one is also just okay, but better than the last: Mickey and friends throw a wild party, with Mickey, Goofy and Horace making the sammiches. Goofy dosen’t do much btu gets a good gag or two, and overall it’s alright. Enjoyabl efor it’s lively animation and not much else.

Goofy and Wilbur (1936) Three years later we get Goofy’s proper debut, a cute short about him using his Cricket friend to fish. That’s not the exestitnal nightmare that it sounds like mind you as Wilbur simply tricks them into Goofy’s net an donly gets eaten when they catch on and Goofy runs to his aid. The short really is more about Wilbur but it’s fair: like with Donald , who was paired with Pluto in his first solo short, they wanted to test the waters before having Goofy carry a cartoon himself. As we’ll see he very well could, but it’s fair to want ot backdor pilot it first and it’s easily one of the best shorts of today’s batch.

How to Play Baseball (1937)

First off while they make a good effort I already know how ot play baseball short...

How To Play Baseball is my faviorite of the Goofy Shorts on Disney Plus, which is a VERY small batch. Especailly since most of Today’s shorts aren’t at all problematic or inapproriate for kids. This one is a gem though. It’s one of the How To Shorts where a narrator goes ove rgoofy trying and failing at an activity though this one’s a tad diffrent.

The How To Narrator teaches us about baseball before narrating the world series game. It’s full of cleve slapstick, high speed animation and plain fun. It’s also part of the trend that would dominate Goofy’s sports career of putting him in whatever roll the shorts needed. Here he’s everyone at once, others he’s his old goofy self, other time sh’es just a normal joe. But Colvig does every version amazingly, so it all meshes and that general goofy design is so appealing it just WORKS. So yeah while i’m not into sports I do genuinely love the How To shorts, as they were my faviorite part of House of Mouse and still are, and the originals are every bit as classic as their reputation says they are.

A Knight For A Day (1946)

This one is the only other one of these on Disney Plus and it’s decent enough. Nothing incredibble or extra specail: Goofy plays a Squire who has to fil lin for his Knight in a tournament and tries to win a princesses hand against another douchier goofy. Simple stuff iwth some fun gags, but it just dosen’t feel all that fresh, especially since Disney already did a much better shorts with knights with Mickey’s “Ye Olden Days”. It just dosen’t feel as fun or creative as that one was btu on it’s own it’s fine. Nothing great, nothing terrible, just fine. First short of the day to feature Goofy’s faceless blonde love interest who in domestic shorts is his wife and by the same extension Max’s now dead mother.

Tomorrow We Diet (1951)

We’ve got three from 1951 here. By this point Goofy had traditioned from lovable bumbler to every man, taking on a more generalized personality to fit into every day slice of life scenarios, using those to brilliantly contrast the goofy animated comedy with the more mundane setting it comes from. And sometimes it’s just straight up sticom humor with the ocasoinal joke you could only do in a cartoon. And sometimes.. you get a version of Goofy who lives in a mirror taunting Goofy over being fat and then trying to keep him on his diet while it’s not clear if thi sis a split personality, a mirror ghost tormenting him that took his form and is doing this so Goofy breaks the mirror and frees him, or his evil doppleganger from another universe.

Yeah .. one of the centerpieces of this short is Goofy’s reflection/split personality/earth 3 doppleganger/some sort of evil genie taunt shim abotu the fact he’s putting on weight startnig by saying “Hey Fat��... because apparently in this unvierse the best weight joke they can come up with is literally just calling someone fat. I bet I know who rules THIS timeline with an iron fist....

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The first half of this short is Goofy being told he’s fat by a bunch of people and the second half is his hallucination/psychotic break/guardian asshole tormenting him with the diet. And I do mean tormenting: He knocks away all of Goofy’s food, then suggests he not even eat his carrot and STARVE himself, which is just deeply unhealthy, and earlier forces Goofy to let him read his book and then tell shim to just diet anyway. Which granted dieting IS sensible.

So yeah this short as you can probably guess by the fact it involves the term “Hey Fat” which was only said by a human being once.. Dick Kinney or Mick Shaffer, the writers of ths short, when one pitched the line to the other and they laughed for some reason and put it in the script. But with that you can wager this short is REALLY outdated> Overating CAN be a problem and fat shaming still exists, but it’s far less tolerated and far less of a thing.

And hell I can tolerate a good natured weight joke, the Critic had some great ones, especially as a fat guy myself... but this isn’t good natured. The entire joke is, as the man said above HE’S FAT.. So as a legit short. it’s deeply unfunny at best, horribly insulting at worst. But as a so bad it’s good short? it’s GOLD. From the whole mirror goofy thing, to the fact fat is seen as a legit insult here or something to just call fat people because that’s what the writers thoguht humans, even in the 50′s talked like it’s just riffably cruel.. though it will obviously depend onthe viewers tolerance for both fat jokes and how creepy the short can be and again as a short it sucks. As something to be mocked for fun.. it’s fat with potential

Father’s Are People (1951)

Hey Kids you wanna see Max and Goofy reenact Problem Child?

Given I did Goof Troop earlier this week and i’m finishing this week with A Goofy Movie, it shouldn’t come as a huge shocker that I wanted to cover the first short with Goofy’s son Juinor, who’d later be remolded into Max.

The short STARTS promising with Goofy having a kid and the hyjinks that comes from having a baby child: Goofy passes out Cigars because Lung Cancer was the preferred way of celebrating having a child in the 50′s, runs himself ragid helping out, which I give the short credit for as “Donald’s Diary” three years later would play a man helping a woman around the house for horror. Here George (Goofy would often go by George Geef in later shorts) pitches in and while he’s clearly exausted he is trying to help with the boy.

It takes a turn though once we jump ahead to a toddler Junior. Seriously a red head named junior... there’s no way that’s a coincidence. Anyways, the problem is unlike problem child, where Junor dosen’t really go after his dad but the assholes around his pushover dad who genuinely deserve it, this Junior goes after Goofy who at wors tis mildly negelectful but clearly loves his boy> He also DOES try to take a brus hto the kid... but it’s hard to be too mad about that as it was acceptable at the time and he dosen’t actually paddle a three year old. It’s like a less horrfying version of donald puttin ga penguin to a shotguns face in that the targeted party dosen’t see the threat and that goofy isn’t some form of sociopath in this short like Donald was there. It’s just not very funny and only worth watching at all for the historical value.

No Smoking! (1951) (Patreon Selection by WeirdKev27)

This is my first of two Patreon selections, my patreon is here if you want to chip in a buck to pick a short for Donald’s birthday next month, by longtime friend and backer of the blog Kev. He suggested this one for the sheer absurdity of Goofy smooking.. and was right on the money> This one is DELGITHFUL.

It works on two levels: it works on the modern level of seeing such an iconic cartoon grapple with trying to quit smoking, first smoknig so constantly a giant cloud appears over him and he has about 80 cigs in his mouth at once, but then trying to quit and being surrounded bycigs before finally DESPERATELY begging for one. As I discovered you really HAVEN’T lived till you’ve heard goofy madly call out “Smoke, smoke gotta have a smoke”.

But while the novelty IS great.. it’s also just a good cartoon. Outside of some blatant racisim at the start, with a native american sterotype introducing smoking to colmbus which feels so wrong to type I need a shower and really puts a damper on the short which after that.. is just really funny. From the smoking through the ages, to the very creative smoking gags it’s just fun.. and it is CLEARLY anti-smoking, showing both the insane amount of cigrte smoker can go through and how mad the addiction can drive you. It’s not bad... though if you can’t stomach the blatant and terrible racisim.. I get that and it’s fair.

Two Gun Goofy (1952)

This is one of two “put Goofy in another setting all together” pieces, both in the same year which tells me they were trying to find new stuff to do for Goofy. Thi sisn’t unheard of in cartoons: Around the same time and before Bugs Bunny went all over the world and thorugh time and space, and Mickey went through the looking glass and had two fantasy shorts, so i’ts not unusual

But what IS neat about these next two shorts is they combined the two goofys: he has his goofy demanor and oblivoiusness from the classic shorts, but still has his deeper, slightly less goofy voice from the everyman shorts and is still treated as an average joe, just one now undertaking genre careers, here a cowboy and next a detective

This short is decent. I’m a sucker for cowboy episodes apparently: either old west style showdowns or having the characters go to a dude ranch or something. So naturally I picked this one and was told Max was in it an dhe is... in a two second cameo when Goofy has a thought bubble after meeting faceless lady.

But this is a really enjoyable picture. not Disne’y sbest but good stuff. It also pairs Goofy with pete which really is a perfect pairing, putting our scowling rotund villian against our skinny well meaning hero. And while i’ts a common gag in a lto of things I do love Goofy accidently beating the shit out of pete as the short finds fun ways to do it. All in all worth a watch.

How to Be a Detective (1952)

This one was a REALLY fun one. Like with westerns i’m a sucker for a good noir parody, even if ironically I haven’t watched much of either genre proper. Add in the fact this is clearly inspiried by Tex Avery’s work and i’m sold on this fun madcap romp with an approraitely more noirsh narrator.

Goofy is naturally a detective and hired by the faceless woman to find “Al” having to contend with both a goon he keeps failing to recognize and The Chief of Police, played by Pete, who keeps telling him “I told ya to stay off the case Goof!”. It’s just the delivery makes it funny any time he says it as does his instance... and the punchline, which I won’t spoil to both that an dthe overaching mystery i sa gem. This one’s on youtube, seek it out, it’s damn fun. Before I go thoguh I also love how Goofy is Given “Goof Balls”. Yes GOOFY GETS DRUGGED and I am here for it

Father’s Day Out (1953)

I couldn’t find any GIF’s for this one, not even one’s in teh same tag that were unrelated so here, have more smoking Goofy. It will never not be funny.

This one is ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhtastic. Goofy is overworked, wnats to rest on his weeknd, and stuff gets in the way. Oh and halfway through he abrubtly has to take Max to the beach. It’s.. not much honestly. It’s like the simpsons if it wasn’t funny.

How To Hook Up Your Home Theater (2007) (Emma Fici Patreon Selection)

You may notice the MASSIVE time jump here. That’s because while Disney still does theatrical shorts nowadays, in part because Pixar’s shorts turned out to be a huge hit, they almost never use the classic cast. This delightful anamoly is one of the few exceptions and was picked by Emma out of sheer curosity. And she picked well this short is fun, feelnig like a big budget version of the House of Mouse How To Shorts I loved so an dhaving a modern yet still ultimatley timeless subject: while the tech featured is missin ga streaming box and 4k, otherwise it really has aged incredibly well and getting all the diffrent modes set up and what not is a hassel we al lcan agree with.

It’s a fun short with lots of good gags and humor as Goofy tries to set up his Home Theater before the big game, and worth a watch. Weirdly not on Disney+ though try explaining that one.

One final note is for whatever reason this was paired up with National Treasure: Book of Secrets.

My BEST GUESS i sthat it appeals to the kinds of dads who’d watch National Traesure: Book of Secrets as well as kids since it’s an adventure film. Though it now makes me want to see Nicholas Cage voice goofy. Get on it Disney. Not forever though, Bill’s a treasure. Just for a gag like Don Cheadle vocing Donald.. oh god put them together.. and then have them do a movie together I don’t think they have and do not know why.

Final Ranking: As a bit of added fun to close this out and as a new feature for these i’m ranking today’s shorts from best to worst How To Be A Detective How To Play Baseball No Smoking Goofy and WIlbur How To Hook Up Your Home Theater Two Gun Goofy The Whoopee Party Mickey’s Revue Tommorow We Diet A Knight for A Day Father’s Are People Father’s Weekend

For the record despite not being a GOOD short Tommorow we diet is at least intresting, hence i’ts ranknig while Father’s weekend is just a boring 50′s version of problem child. Fathers are People at least has some good gags to set it off.

So thank you for reading and if you liked this review give it a like and consider joining my patreon at patreon.com/popculturebuffet. As a patron you’d get access to exclusive reviews, the patreon’s discord and to pick a short each time I do one of these shortstaculars. Donald’s comnig next month and the deadline is in only a few days to join up for said month so the clock is ticking. Even a dollar a month helps me reach my stretch goals so please i fyou can sign up today and if not, I understand and i’ll see you at the next rainbow

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JUMPING ON THIS BAND WAGGON

Ok here’s my 2020, tw//mentions of suicide and abuse

(Strong start lmao) 2020 sucked ass lemmi tell ya. This year was a fucking train wreck from the start, ur hay I got character development so who cares. Well let’s start with a review, bad things first.

Yall remember when everyone was scared shields of COVID?. Lol. But that’s stating the obvious. When we went into lockdown I was first like fuck yeah summer lol, but then the threat of ‘staying home for the rest of the year’ set in, bing in my first year of sixth form I really understand the stakes of exams next year. So having to stay home for the rest of the year freaked me the fuck out. I literally couldent cope, having to do all classes online was fucking hell, they were never zoom classes either, just ‘lmao do the work and hand it in’ which was near impossible for me. I was also in the constant ‘oh no I’m so stressed but I will do NOTHING about this lmao~’. As the days turned to weeks and inevitably MONTHS, my mental health said buckle up bitches. Days were spent sitting in my room on my phone doing NOTHING, meanwhile this perpetual notion of stress played in my head yet there I sat not having the will or motion to move.

Then my parents got involved. Now THATS when shit went from pretty crummy to awful, now I was living with them constantly I was able to see who they really were with no real filter. And oh god do I have issues, I didn’t even fucking know. Every day was an argument, my mom was the worst, the MANIPULATION, the constant ‘you're tearing this family apart’ or ‘so I’m the problem?’ Or the fucking indecent playing the victim. And I all only just realised, that they have been doing this ALL MY LIFE. Dad got involved but he was just physically violent, only twice tho. The worst part was my work, admittedly yes, I didn’t do everything I was given, but I tried, I really did with what little motivation I had. But with just one ‘oh your daughter hasn’t handed in this work’ I was a ‘lazy, good for nothing failure’ to quote ‘who will never go anywhere in life’ so I’d spend the rest of the day crying while they play the victim bury saupying I was abusing their love and just using them for money. But the next day be like ‘oh I’m so proud of you you're doing so well’ having that statement being completely unrelated to the previous events. This was constant. So that’s that story. I won’t talk much about Black Lives Matter because we all know about how that went. But it really affected me, I found myself crying over the victims multiple times. And the lack of support for the movement my peers or family showed made it fucking worse. Crying was a common occurrence for me now, mental health really taking a nosedive, being too scared to call myself ‘depressed’ or ‘mentally ill’ to any extent because I know I’m faking it and just want validation. That was also constant. Fun times huh.

BUT IT GETS WORSE 🥲, then I had to go back to school, awful to fucking abhorrent now. Year two of sixth form fun right? Sure, if u take away the ‘no free time period’ or the wanting to kill mystery for literally a whole 3 weeks. That was my lowest peak. Ever. I’ve never wanted to kill myself before then, don’t like that feeling. Shocker huh. That mixed with the constant anxiety of nothing is right anymore and also needing to succeed at school all made one healthy dose of ‘.exe has stopped working’ juice. Yet I played the fool, acting happy as if nothing had happened, or was happening at least, and venting by imagining scenes in my head with fictional characters lmao. Telling myself ’u can’t kill yourself because u don’t deserve too and ur just asking for attraction’. Then midterms happened blah blah blah, stress but I’m numb to it now that whole story.

But that’s not to say there wasn’t a silver lining.

Onto the good things finally, yes the year was probably one of the worst years I’ve been through in my life it did not go without its positives. For example early this year I got into borderlands properly, I finally explored the fandom and had a look at what it was like. Albeit a slow process considering I was still predominantly on Instagram at the time, and finding a community of a fandom on there is impossible. I started browsing Pinterest or the Internet for images that would link to my favourite characters, Who were to no ones surprise is the calypso twins. Pinterest led me to artworks and artworks led me to the infamous Lazulizard. Who I cherish all my being. Three weeks later after looking at her entire tumblr blog and stalking her of pretty much all her content (sorry for that by the way) I found border-spam. By this point I didn’t have tumblr and I had no intention of getting it seeing as an ongoing war I’ve had with myself since 2012, declaring I will be the bigger man and never get tumblr, which in hindsight was an awful mindset. Seeing as tumblr is probably one of my favourite places on Earth right now. But after also stalking border spams account, again sorry, and starving her of any content she’d ever posted. I was happy that this fandom although as niche as it is was actually getting content. At the time spam and lazu were absolute gods to me. Being the sole producer of a fandom I probably wasn’t even in properly, having both impeccable writing and impeccable art like good God. I would often think ‘wow wouldn’t it be incredible if I actually got to talk to them one day’, now look at me I’m doing commissions for both of them good God. And to be short joining tumblr felt like a fever dream and it’s probably the greatest thing I could’ve done this year, my parents are wrong, talking to strangers is amazing.

Something notable of mention this year as I actually got to figure out who I am as a person, I was able to find my own style and to find my interests, specifically in what I liked in terms of clothing. I thought I was LOL 2012 goth hipster but no apparently I’m manic Pixie dream girl. Going from pink is the ugliest colour in the world to having it be the only colour I will ever wear. I made some pretty big choices this year like cutting pretty much all of my hair off and dying it for the first time. Thanks strict parents for only letting me do that one now. But like I said I went to a character Ark and you know what I like it. I also played BioShock fallout and horizon zero dawn for the first time this year starting to really feel like a proper epic gamer, good lord kill me, and falling in love with all of them almost immediately. I also figured out on a plant mum and I’m into vulture culture although my parents have to disagree with that one. Asking to buy an Horse and fox skull somehow scared them a little bit can’t seem to figure out why lmao.

So a conclusion, Fuck you 2020 you made me miss two comic cons and I will never forgive you for that shit I am SO mad. But I will give you the benefit of the doubt you did make me meet some absolutely incredible people who I consider my friends, despite going against every single Internet safety law I was ever taught as a child. But you know what who gives a flying shit I love you guys. So that’s what I wanted to say. I want to say thank you to everyone on here and everyone is following me or even interacted me with on that matter. You mean the world to me and I really fucking mean it. Are you going to be nothing but amazing ever since I walked onto this fucking hell hole. And what I go through all of this bullshit again if it means I ended up here? You know what I think I just might. So again I thank you and I hope your year didn’t go as badly as mine, and fuck it bring on whatever the fucks next!

Honourable mention of this year was The time Elisa actually complimented me and I cried a little bit and had a panic attack but you know that’s for another day

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If There’s a Place I Could Be - Chapter Seventy Three

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November 30th, 2001

“You boys have a lot of explaining to do!” Grace snapped at Emile and Remy the second they walked in the apartment building.

“What? Why?” Emile asked. “Everything okay, Grace?”

“There was a woman screaming for the two of you all day on Thanksgiving,” Grace said with a scowl. “I couldn’t get a wink of sleep that morning.”

Remy paled but Emile just grabbed Remy’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “I’m sorry, Grace. I didn’t realize that woman might come looking for us while we were out of town, but I should have.”

Remy was trembling as Grace muttered a dark, “Don’t let it happen again,” walking away.

“Should we file a restraining order?” Emile muttered to Remy.

“Maybe we should just move,” Remy mumbled back.

October 16th, 2002

Remy stared at the ceiling of the bedroom, eyes wide open and mind racing. Emile was curled into his side, sleeping soundly, but Remy couldn’t catch a wink of sleep. He glanced at the clock and watched the seconds tick by for a while, before turning to look at his boyfriend. Emile looked so at peace, and it made Remy a little jealous. He had a small nightmare about his mother and now he couldn’t get back to sleep.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Remy made his way out of the bed without waking up Emile, and padded out to the living room. He glanced outside the windows, just to make sure his mother wasn’t around, and let out a low breath. He was being ridiculous, of course his mother wouldn’t be here. She had gotten the message to leave him alone for the time being, and she hadn’t been back here since...the holidays, where Emile and Remy had been visiting Emile’s family anyway.

Remy moved away from the windows and to the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water. He felt wide awake, but he knew he needed at least a little sleep if he wanted to be functional at work later today...tomorrow? No, later today, it was past midnight.

Drinking the water down, Remy wandered over to the couch after putting the glass in the sink, and curled up on a corner of the couch, grabbing a book to read. The visibility wasn’t great, but there was just enough light through the windows that Remy could read the words on the page.

As he read, he could feel his nerves calming little by little, and the next thing he knew, he could hear snickering above him. He blinked blearily to find it was the early morning, and Emile was standing over him, staring at him with both amusement and bemusement warring on his face. “Comfy?” Emile asked.

Remy stretched and groaned. “Not really,” he said. “But I couldn’t sleep.”

Emile frowned. “What woke you up?”

“I dreamt about my mother again,” Remy sighed. “She had come back here, with Toby in tow, and the two of them were arguing that I should leave you and come ‘back home.’ And I know Toby would never do that in real life, because he cares about me too much, but the scary thing was that my mother could very well do that. And sure, we dodged her last holidays, but what about this year? We’re not heading to your family’s place, we agreed.”

Emile frowned. “I mean, if she shows up we can call the cops,” he said simply. “I know that’s not super comforting, but I’ve been planning to ask you something anyway, and now seems like as good a time as any.”

“Okay...?” Remy asked. A pit of dread was building in his stomach that he couldn’t explain.

“Would you want to move someplace bigger? With more space?” Emile asked. “Obviously, it wouldn’t be right away. But sometime soon. Would that help you sleep easier?”

“I...” Remy was embarrassed at his answer. “Yeah, probably...”

“No shame in that. We can look at townhouses in the area and see if anything jumps out at us,” Emile said with an easy shrug. “Maybe move after the new year.”

“And we wouldn’t have to pay rent anymore, just a mortgage,” Remy said with a small, wry smile.

“Pretty much!” Emile chirped. “Now, I think you need some coffee in your system, and I know you need a shower, so how about we start getting ready for the day and continue this talk when we don’t have to worry about me getting to classes and you getting to work?”

“Okay, okay,” Remy said, holding his hands up in surrender and heading to the kitchen to start the coffee maker. “One quick question, though: how much of the mortgage, in theory, would I be able to cover? Because I can cover half of the rent just fine, but a house is gonna be more expensive.”

“Honest answer?” Emile asked. “I don’t know. It’s gonna depend on the house we get, and the loans we get to get the house.”

Remy pulled a face. “Great. I don’t want you paying for the whole thing, Emile, that’s just not fair!”

“Relax, Rem. I could pay the mortgage and you could pay the bills, if that makes you feel a little more even,” Emile said. “But we’re in this together for the long haul. I don’t mind paying more of the mortgage than you, when it’s pretty clear we’re going to be staying together for a long time, if not, you know, the rest of our lives.”

“Oh, God, the rest of our lives,” Remy laughed. “That’s honestly a scary thought.”

“Why?” Emile asked. “I just assumed that was what we’d do?”

“No, no, it’s what I assume, too,” Remy rushed to assure. “I just...don’t really think about what that means too much, and when I do, it scares me. Not the thought of ‘tying myself down’ to one person, or whatever crap straight people say about getting married, but...the prospect of that not actually happening. What would happen if we didn’t stay together forever.”

“Well, if we both assume that we’re going to stay together, then there’s no worries,” Emile said. “Because I don’t want to leave you and you don’t want to leave me. So neither of us will be forced to leave.”

“I...guess so...” Remy said slowly.

“But if it’s a scary thought, I don’t want to force you to think about it,” Emile waved off. “And you still need to shower before your coffee is ready.”

Remy stuck his tongue out at Emile but went to take a shower. Internally, his mind was reeling, trying to put pieces of this puzzle together. Remy didn’t want to leave Emile, and Emile didn’t want to leave Remy. The fear of them not being together one day was unfounded, so why was he so scared?

As he stepped into the shower spray, Remy hummed and felt his muscles relax. It was a good question. Was it because that while they would stay together, it wasn’t technically permanent? They couldn’t get married, because no one would marry two men to each other. But you didn’t need the promise of marriage to love someone, right? Right. But...love wasn’t permanent, was it? Someone could say they loved someone and then turn around and dump them on the spot just because the spark wasn’t there anymore.

Emile and Remy had worked hard to make sure their sparks turned into a fireplace that kept going even when they couldn’t constantly tend to it, though, didn’t they? They had worked hard at their love. And yet Remy was still scared of losing Emile. Why?

Well...Toby and Remy loved each other as brothers. They had been inseparable for a long time. And now neither knew where the other one was. Remy had thought Vanessa had loved him, until she went off to college. And if he really wanted to go digging deep...Mom always said she loved him and then would turn around and act like he didn’t exist if he did something she didn’t like. Heaven forbid he break one of the rules, too. Then he’d get punished and have his mom say it was “for his own good” and that she loved him still. People in his life who said that they loved him no matter what were rarely telling the truth.

...That was depressing. But it also explained a lot. Remy nearly jumped out of the shower as soon as he was done, hollering, “Hey, Emile! I know where all my commitment issues stem from now!”

Emile opened the door to the bathroom just as Remy was wrapping a towel around his waist and Remy yipped. “Hey! No! Door closed!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Emile exclaimed, closing the door.

Remy walked out, dirty clothes in hand as he huffed. “There’s this great new thing called ‘knocking,’” he quipped.

“We’ve seen each other in less, I thought you wouldn’t mind,” Emile sighed, following Remy into the bedroom as Remy tossed his dirty clothes in the hamper and got new ones out. “Where do your commitment issues stem from?”

“Big shocker, you’re never gonna guess,” Remy said drily, facing away from Emile as he changed and said, “It’s my family. All of ‘em.”

“Wait. Even Toby?” Emile asked, and he sounded genuinely shocked.

“Well, Toby is a reason, but he’s not the reason,” Remy said. “He’s just...one nail in the coffin. But Vanessa said she loved me until she went off to college. Toby said he loved me and he’d never lose touch with me and then we did. And my mother said she loved me all the time and then turned around and treated me like something to be scraped off her shoe and discarded. I’ve never really had a steady sense of being loved in my life. So when someone says they love me forever, my brain says they don’t really mean forever, and I wait for them to drop me like everyone else always had.”

Emile stared at Remy in shock. “That is horrifying and insightful at the same time,” he said simply.

Remy shrugged and walked to the kitchen getting his morning coffee with a happy sigh. “Yeah. But I know the reason, so hopefully I can work past it now, you know?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Emile said. “That’s good. Tangentially related to that: would you ever want to get married to me?”

“If it was legal, yeah,” Remy said. “Sort of cements the idea that we would never leave each other into place. Why?”

“Because I might be low-key planning a wedding to invite all of your family to and promptly assassinate them,” Emile said simply.

Remy laughed. “I know you’re serious, Emile, but please don’t actually kill them? I don’t want to marry you only for you to spend life in prison.”

“Oh, all right, I’ll spare them for you,” Emile said simply. “But just say the word and they’re dead.”

Remy laughed more and Emile actually cracked a smile, which, considering their current topic of discussion, was surprising. “All seriousness, though,” Emile said. “You would marry me?”

“Emile, I’d propose to you if I knew there was a chance we could get married legally,” Remy said simply. “There’s no chance right now so I’m not planning on saving up for a ring, but that doesn’t mean I won’t in the future.”

“And that doesn’t scare you?” Emile asked.

“Hm? Oh, no, it terrifies me,” Remy said. “But I know the ‘why’ so we can work on it together. And once we have the chance to marry each other, I’ll have that existential crisis. For now, I’m just happy getting to be your boyfriend.”

Emile offered Remy a smile. “You know, when we first met I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t be caught dead calling anyone your boyfriend, even if you said you were gay.”

“Well, I would have seen it as a safety issue, especially if that guy wasn’t out to everyone yet,” Remy said simply. “But I’m learning that here is safe. And that’s a good thing, you know? I won’t immediately die if I say I’m attracted to someone.”

“Always a plus,” Emile said. “So. We get a house, we hopefully get engaged and we get married when it’s legal, anything else we should plan for?”

“Should we plan for one of your sperm donor kids showing up at our door?” Remy asked.

Emile burst out laughing. “I don’t think so. The chances of anyone using that sample are so small that the chances of them existing, let alone existing in a bad home life seem infinitesimal.”

“Okay, so house, engagement, marriage. Maybe my own shop. Anything else?” Remy asked.

Emile shrugged. “Me kissing you within the next five minutes?”

Remy grinned. “Only if you’re willing to stand my coffee breath.”

Emile laughed and gave Remy a long, loving kiss. “Somehow, I don’t mind,” he murmured.

#if there's a place i could be #sanders sides fanfiction #remile #emile picani #ts sleep

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ddp456 · 3 years

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My retirement

Hey, all.

Boy, um, I’m sure that title is kind of a shocker, so I’ll do my best to explain myself. And stop me if you’ve heard this story before (or should I say, these stories before).

I created a surplus of materials and examples to go by when making a Gravity Falls/Wendy and Dipper story in the same fashion that I do. But in my heart of hearts, I can tell you all that the souls of these stories, the thing that everyone seems to tell me makes them so real, are based upon three real people.

I grew up a lot like Dipper did. I was a smart kid, but not that smart. I was the one everyone pointed at as a freak. The weirdo of the class. The smelly kid. I had friends; not a lot of them, but in most cases, time and distance separated us, or I drove them away of my own accord. I won’t excuse it by saying I was different; a lot of my pain I caused myself. I would be lying if I said I had proper guidance as well. I couldn’t tell you how many regrets I have.

But as I got older, I met someone special; someone different. They didn’t treat me the same as everyone else. I couldn’t tell you if it was out of pity, or perhaps, they were able to see something that other people couldn’t. And I appreciated it. To be honest, I loved them for that.

“Love,” I know, is a really strong word. It’s probably the most overused and misused word presented by most of civilization, and the majority of mass media. To me, love means to cherish, to want to protect, to wish no harm upon, and if possible, take the blunt of any blow wishing to do so.

I like a lot of people. I love a whole lot less, if that makes sense.

Even as I write this, I do not claim for this to be the correct way of looking at things; I can only tell you the way I saw things at the time.

Such is why I chose to hide my true feelings for the longest time. For all of the healing and solace this person gave to me, the very last thing I wanted for them was to be the monster’s mate. Unfortunately, my private life wasn’t too much better. It was like there was no safe haven I could provide.

Above all things, I didn’t want them to hate me for that.

Then, as always, fate played its hand. The good spark in my life was whisked away and I was forced to deal the rest of the world. But after the lot of a new series of battles and worries, something amazing happened. That little spark was reintroduced into my life.

But I was still afraid; afraid of the new monsters that would use this person to try to hurt me; afraid of a home life that wouldn’t accept them with open arms. I wanted to get closer so very much, but kept them at a safe distance.

That is, until fate struck again.

Pinned up against the wall, at the very last moment I’d believed I’d have with said person, I confessed everything.

Kinda makes you think of a certain two dorks locked in an underground bunker, doesn’t it?

They say with age, comes wisdom, and upon looking back, I understand my youthful folly. I shouldn’t have lied everything at their feet and expect a positive response. They were shocked by my admission, as they had their own feelings and hopes and dreams and heart’s desires.

I believed, because of my fear, I was too late. If I were honest from the beginning, maybe, it might have made a difference.

Despite of the distance and my own hardships, I tried my best to stay in touch with my friend. A lot of times, it was for the better. And a ton of times, it made things a jillion times worse. And I’ll admit; it was my fault. I let my own loneliness get the best of me. The very last thing I ever wanted to do was to creep someone out. Maybe that’s why it bugs me so much when someone jokingly says that about poor Dipper.

In the future, I would apologize for reaching out, only to have a welcome hand on my shoulder in return. “I’m really glad you did.”

As time passed, we did grow closer; not always in the ways I hoped, but I’d be fibbing if I said I didn’t enjoy it. We were constant valentines. They were my first real date; my first real kiss. I’d have calls waiting for me instead of me doing the chasing. For the first time in a very long time, I thought things were getting better.

But once again, fate would have its way...

Even after all these years, I question: how is it that upon telling a loved one that you must part ways (again), they become so upset that they strike you and demand why things are the way they are, if they do not care?

(For the record, kids. You should NEVER let a S.O. hit you no matter what. After all, don’t want to leave a bad example on the way out)

Part of me will always wonder if this is what made things sour between us; that eventually, I became another person that would always let them down, regardless if it were my fault or not.

Little did I know that behind their mild exterior, lived a wild heart that craved adventure and excitement. A group of rowdy and unpredictable friends were more than eager to help scratch that itch. I would be told incredible tales of mischief and wonder and mayhem. And if I were honest, I would say part of me was jealous. I wished it was just us having the adventures. I wish we could have spend the day together at an arcade. Or a carnival.

I’ll say something else I never admitted before. This person has told me countless times in our lives that I was their hero. The truth is that there were several times in my life were I considered them my hero. They were brave and independent and smart-on-their-feet and pretty much everything I wasn’t but wanted to be.

And beneath all that, there was a person who was embarrassed to be sensitive and “weak” and wanted to cry. At that time, I cherished that person more than anything in this world.

Then, I heard about the other stories: the “close-calls.” And that led me to believe that there would come a time where my loved one would go off on one of these wild adventures and never come back.

I wasn’t too far off. I’ll spare you all the rest of the details.

As I said earlier, I like a lot of people, but I love even fewer. So, it was a really long time before I could feel the same way about someone as I did before. In the middle of all of this, I accidentally stumbled upon a show on cable called Gravity Falls, and found a kindred spirit with the male lead, Dipper Pines.

Even more so, I saw parallel lines between my personal plight and that involving Dipper and his crush, Wendy. And while Wendy shares the same adventurous appetite as my loved one, that’s pretty much where their similarities end.

And poor Dipper, man. Oh, the internet was just brutal to that kid. “Robbie is the victim?” Get outta here with that garbage. It was the same crap I’ve heard half my life.

As I explored the GF fandom, I noticed a lot of the best Wendy/Dipper works came from fanfiction. (Thanks google!) And I found my inspiration for stories of my own. I was able to relate my hopes, my dreams, my fears, my doubts; bits and pieces of my real life, even if they are grossly exaggerated. (so, no fighting ghosts, haunted mansions, or cursed arcades for me, I’m afraid)

To my surprise, the first batch of stories received a ton of feedback. Lots of people cheered my interpretation of Wendy and Dipper, and what I hoped they’d evolve into. (I’d give myself a 70% on that estimate)

Did all of these viewers, reviewers, and rebloggers share the same view of the world; about love as I did?

About two years in, little did I know I would get another surprise. I would get a Dipper of my very own.

I wasn’t looking for love. Honest. But upon new experiences and meeting new people, I discovered someone - a special speck of wonder - that became enamored with me. I didn’t notice it at first. I still find it odd that someone can look or think of me in such a way.

But I remember what happened the last time I hesitated. I always said that in the slim chance I would ever get a second chance, I wouldn’t make the same mistakes twice.

I kept my word and enjoyed the best years of my life.

I made up a lot of lost time with an adorable hipster with a similar spirit to Wendy. An old soul, they loved retro culture as a whole: the movies, the music, even the video games. Their literary tastes were also very similar to mine. I couldn’t tell you the last time I had a conversation with someone about books outside of a school setting.

But at the same time, you could see Dipper’s innocence there as well. A tough attitude hid a fragile heart. A hidden brilliance was often overshadowed by a lack of courage and self-esteem.

It was around this time that I noticed new comments on my latest stories. People were saying that I was (inadvertently) writing a stronger and more detailed Wendy. At first, I didn’t understand what they meant. Then, after thinking about it, I finally got what others were noticing.

My Wendy had changed because I had changed. Somehow, I gained a deeper insight on her character and the way she would view certain aspects of her life, I was now a Wendy myself, with a little Dipper that thought the world of me, and for this, I tried my best to make sure they would never feel the growing pains that Dipper (or a younger me, for that matter) would usually face alone. I was their cheering section, their coach, their backup, and I encorporated all of these things into our favorite redhead.

I found it funny that the show would (periodically) use that same angle. I only wish they would have done it as much as I did.

But as with all great things in my life, I royally screwed everything up. And during a time of distress and turmoil, my little Dipper found something better and hitched their wagon elsewhere.

So, by now, you have to be asking, “Why are you telling us bits and pieces of your life?” I do this because I want people to understand why I can’t do this anymore.

Don’t get me wrong. I love writing the stories. I also love the fact that there’s so many people that look forward to each tale, as if it was made by the real Gravity Falls team. To me, that’s a great honor that very little can ever replace.

But at the same time, the series (and especially Wendy and Dipper) is so close to my heart, and in some cases, so indistinguishable from certain aspects of my personal life that it actually hurts. For the record, I haven’t sat down and watched an episode of Gravity Falls since the Blu Ray box set came out, in which I listened to the commentary for a project for Wendip-Week.

Maybe it’s because I know what happens to Dipper and Wendy at the end of the series. Maybe it’s because their fate reminds me so much of my own. It’s a “Chicken or the Egg” question for sure.

This is why DBR3 and Serendipity took so long to finish. At times, I had to force myself on the computer to write 1,000 words at a time. It takes me months to do what I used to do in mere days or at most, a week. I don’t have the strength or the enthusiasm to do it at the same pace. And you all deserve better than that.

I need a break, guys and gals. I need to clear my mind and find out what’s going on inside here. For the first time in years, I have accomplished all of my Gravity Falls related goals. Just to go down the line:

-Published a new chapter every weekday for a month straight in honor of the GF Season 2 Premiere.

-Created a few GF stories based in the first-person perspective. One of them is one of my most popular stories.

-Delivered a DBR2 and DBR3 due to high demand.

-Shaped a two-part Wendy/Dipper story based in the same nature and context of the classic graphic novel, Scott Pilgrim.

-Wrote several extensions to Gravity Falls episodes that I had uneasy feelings about.

-Helped a fellow Tumblr user create a Wendy/Dipper themed full sized Christmas poem in less than 24 hours.

-Tried my hand at a Wendy and Mabel story just to try something different and to see if I could do it.

-Wrote and outlined a 50-page Gravity Falls comic after 3+ years of trying to get it off the ground.

That’s not really a bad resume, not counting all the contributor’s work I’ve done for other Wendip artists/writers or the essays, guides, and projects I helped Wendip-Week design. Even if I still had the energy to keep going, what unexplored territory is there for me to explore?

So what does this mean?

Well, that’s up to you lot, isn’t it?

I would love it if the same fans that enjoyed my stories took up the reigns and show us in the Wendip/GF communities what they could do. Lead the way with new Wendy and Dipper tales! Make it about the past, present, or future! Give us a new way to look at them, or present them in an undiscovered light.

And it doesn’t have to be writing, either. Make a comic. Draw a picture. Heck, do a radio broadcast for all I care. Express your minds, hearts, and soul and create with them just as I have.

(and as a side note; I hope my Deviantart friends take this to heart. The last time I was on the site, the cute/adorable pic/X-rated pic ratio was greatly, greatly one-sided in a bad way)

A lot of people might be asking, “Well, you’re calling it quits. Why shouldn’t we?”

Because if you believe in the messages I put into the stories or the effort we put into Wendip-Week, then aren’t those messages worth spreading? Just because my personal life went to crap in a handbasket, it doesn’t mean the same would happen to anyone else.

A harsh lesson I learned with age is that you can do everything perfectly, or to the best of your abilities, and still fail. The Gravity Falls team loved to instill this over Dipper time and time again.

I want to believe in something better. Don’t you?

And who says I’m gone for good? Maybe I’ll find a new form of inspiration and come up with an unique idea that I just can’t keep to myself, Perhaps Gravity Falls will come back in some form and ignite enough of a fire in me to pull a comeback.

But, until then, I plan on taking a long, well-deserved break. After all, I have a ton of missed Wendip Week submissions to catch up on. I promised myself I wouldn’t check them out until my final story is completed. It looks like that day is finally here.

However, it is the holiday season, and for this, I wish to leave you all with three different sources of inspiration. Maybe it’ll help; maybe it won’t.

1. An inspirational letter from none other than my namesake.

2. A key word of advice from one of the only series that could stand up to Gravity Falls’ legacy. It is a message I wish I could have learned sooner.

3. And simply because we NEED more sources of strong females (and something I wish I would have found in time for the Spider-Man essay), here is a tumblr blog dedicated to my favorite Marvel female, who IMHO is as close to an adult Wendy as we’ll get,

I wish you all a happy holiday, and hope that my announcement hasn’t dashed your holiday spirit. I am forever honored by all those I have worked with and by those who took my nonsensical musings and elevated them to something more.

As one of my favorite bands like to close their shows with:

“It's never goodbye, It's just 'till next time."

-ddp456

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concealeddarkness13 · 3 years

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WHG Post Games Lynne Part 2

Trigger warning for blood and torture. Tagging: @ratracechronicler (also thanks for Atwater!), @maple-writes, @nightskywriter, @rhikasa, @pen-of-roses, @aeslin-writes, @the-moving-finger-writes, @knmartinshouldbewriting, @makeitmonstrous, and @timefirewrites!

The day of the interview and the day after the interview, the Shades put me through tests of endurance and mental strength. And they kept talking about how much the transfer of magic would hurt while they smiled. During the interview, my rebellious words had just slipped out, and I heard screams, and I thought I could make out Nesri. That was accompanied with a shock. Wonderful. Churi had been telling the truth.

Two days after the interview, I was supposed to get the magic. Peacekeepers were escorting me to the room where the Shades were going to perform the “ceremony”, as they called it, and I was biting my nails. I hadn’t been allowed to wander, of course, so I had no idea where I was or where the others were being held. I hadn’t even been able to talk to Lynn or Aster before or after the interview. I was completely isolated, and I had no idea what to do.

I glanced up as we passed a man wearing a greatcoat that reminded me of Triel’s. He had a scarred face with a beard and black-gray hair. He wasn’t walking in a straight line, as if the ground was moving under him. Was he drunk?

As I was watching him, I stumbled, and one of the Peacekeepers grumbled and shoved me forward. I fell down (since I wasn’t used to walking well on two legs again) as the other Peacekeepers snickered, and the heat rushed to my face. The Peacekeeper who shoved me stopped, and I looked back to see the man we had passed had put a hand on his shoulder.

He turned, and the man smiled at him. “Good morning, Lieutenant. Excuse me, but I couldn’t help noticing you dropped five days’ pay just back there.”

The Peacekeeper’s brow furrowed. “No, I didn’t.”

The man tsked. “Behavior infraction. I’m assuming you’ve read your handbook, stand-up fellow like you.” He flicked the Peacekeeper’s collar. “Class B breach of etiquette: restrictions on the use of physical force to redirect, slow, hurry, or otherwise manipulate the position of—”

“A citizen of the Capitol, which she is not,” another Peacekeeper cut in, her voice cold.

“She’s property,” another muttered.

The comments made me both want to fight them and make myself as small as possible at the same time. I just bowed my head as the man continued.

“Flickerman said on national television that she was saved from the arena. The law states that any refugees deliberately rescued by officials of Panem are granted the rights of citizenship until otherwise stated and changed according to the wishes of the refugee or the District by which they were saved.” I looked up at him with a frown, as he looked over at me. He offered a hand, and I took it and stood up with his help. Who was he, and why was he being nice?

He looked back at the Peacekeepers. “You five head to the Processing Department. My report should make it there before you do. I’ll escort Ms. Marne to Experiment Room Number 10 from here. I see no reason this shouldn’t go smoothly.” He looked sharply at the Peacekeepers who started to protest even as he smiled at them. “The last thing this administration needs right now in the midst of a media crisis and half-baked coverup is a barrel of monkey wrenches fucking things up.” The Peacekeepers nodded and left.

Once they were out of sight, he started walking the opposite direction from where I had been headed before. I scrambled to catch up to him. “Could you please introduce yourself? Are you a high-up working with the Shades?”

“Yes and no, in that order. Who are the Shades?”

I frowned. “The group I am supposed to be escorted to.” Who was he?

“And I take it you’d rather not be escorted to them?”

“Of course I don’t want to be escorted to them and get their fucking magic!” I paused and my hand brushed the shocker. “But…I have to…”

He ignored that completely. He pointed. “Bathrooms’re that way?”

What the fuck? “I guess… Who are you?”

“District 6 mentor. Okay, pretty much just Rebecca’s mentor. And whatever else the gentry’s put me to use for since technically not losing my Games 30-odd years ago. Hugo Atwater.” He mimed tipping a hat.

I perked up at his mention of Rebecca’s name. But how much did he know about her and her plans in the arena? “Did you know her before she was reaped?”

He fought a smile. “Ah. So, she didn’t mention me. I’m wounded. Yes, we know each other. Well enough to share the secrets about the rather ambitious alliance she was planning.” I sucked in a breath at that. So, he knew. Maybe he also could confirm if they had actually been captured by the Capitol.

“Sharp kid, that one. Worked her way into a specialized trip the gentry cooked up—they have me conducting trains these days mostly. Disguised herself, and there wasn’t a one she didn’t fool, present company included. Once she sets her mind to something, it’s as good as hers, no matter the laws or kneecaps she needs to get through to get it. And, by the by, feel free to turn right at your earliest possible convenience, lass.”

I smiled a little as a twinge of happiness pulled at my chest. It felt like an honor to be called lass. And the way he talked about Rebecca was so warm and friendly, I just felt comfortable around him. I had been around Iri as a child, and this felt similar. I looked over at him as we turned right. “Do you know if Rebecca got out safely? They’ve told me that everyone else in the alliance was captured as well, and I don’t know if I should believe them.”

Worry flickered in his eyes before he shook his head. “These folks are not, in my experience, to be trusted with something so delicate as the truth, my dear. A mutual friend has followed a promising lead into the heart of the Capitol. Either she’s found her Rebecca alive and well, with friends in tow, or she’s raised holy hell. Considering the planet isn’t currently a barren wasteland, I’d wager your alliance is fine. And if they’re worth their salt, they’ll be on their way to prying you from this fix as we speak.”

I breathed out long and slow. That made sense. Triel would have probably raised hell too. Atwater stopped in a room where no one else was, and I smiled at him. “Thank you for your help. But I don’t know if I’m worth the trouble. The Shades won’t stop hunting me if I escape them again. It might be better if I’m left behind.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but yours is not the popular opinion there. If the plans are already in motion, you’re quite outnumbered by people who do believe you’re worth the trouble.” He paused. “Present company included.”

Tears welled in my eyes, and I looked away. They would just be chased the rest of their lives if they helped me. “Thank you,” I whispered. “I needed that.” But why did he even care?

“We can make their job a little easier. If we can make it to an exit—”

There was a pounding knock on the door, and I jumped as Atwater stood up with steely eyes. The door slammed open, and eight Peacekeepers walked in, pointing their guns at us. I glanced over at Atwater, as he adopted a nonchalant stance.

The lead Peacekeeper glared at us. “What is the meaning of this? Ms. Marne was supposed to go to Experiment Room Number 10!”

“As I was just explaining to her and now have to explain to you because someone else farther up the line evidently didn’t do their job which I now have to do, she’s been rescheduled to the Office of Publicity first for a photoshoot. Before and after, I suppose.”

“No, she isn’t.” I flinched at the voice. Churi walked to the front of the group and up to me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me up. “The Capitol wouldn’t dare postpone such an important ceremony.” He grinned over at Atwater. “And now, you’re invited.”

He grimaced. “I don’t suppose you’ve heard of a class B breach of etiquette from the Peacekeeping handbook?”

Churi clicked his tongue. “A shame that the Capitol already pardoned any…unseemly behavior my group decides to do.” He snapped his fingers, and four Peacekeepers restrained Atwater, while the other four surrounded us. Churi kept a hold of my arm as he pulled me along.

He shook his head at me as we walked. “I’m surprised, especially, at you, Ms. Marne. I would have thought we had given you enough incentive to not stray from your path.”

I hissed out a breath as my blood started to boil. I glanced over at Atwater. He had made me feel safe and bolder. I wasn’t going to just take this anymore. I glared at Churi. “I won’t believe your fucking lies.” I flinched as a shock went through me.

Churi laughed. “You poor, dear girl.”

He didn’t say anything else as we walked, and we finally got to the room. Nine other Shades were standing in a circle, facing an open area. Atwater was brought to the side, and a scientist walked up to me. Churi held out my arm, and she took my blood. I started shaking as she walked over to the first Shade, took the needle off the syringe, and handed it to the Shade. Each Shade was holding something glowing.

Churi pulled me into the center of the circle and pushed me down so I was kneeling. He moved back, but three Peacekeepers grabbed hold of me and kept me from moving. I had expected something unpleasant, but this was too creepy. I started breathing faster, and my eyes found Atwater, but he couldn’t help me. Still, he was staring back at me, and there was support in his eyes.

Churi bowed to me. “Thank you for your cooperation. I hope this transfer won’t be too painful.” He was smiling too widely. “There is no need to explain the process. The magic will be transferred now.”

Churi joined the circle, and the Shade holding the syringe let a drop fall into the glowing ball in her hand, and the ball glowed red instead. As she walked forward, I glared at Churi and choked out some words, even as I was shaking. “I will not be your puppet.”

He just laughed as the Shade reached me and pushed the glowing red ball into my chest. Pain. Burning, aching pain. I squeezed my eyes shut as tears flowed down my cheeks, and I screamed. My chest burned. I couldn’t get away. I couldn’t get away.

The Peacekeepers held me still as I tried to thrash out of their grip. I didn’t see the next Shade approach me, but when they touched me, the pain intensified. And kept intensifying with each touch, until all ten were transferred to me. I didn’t know if anyone else was screaming, or if I was the only one. Tears blurred my vision, my throat was raw, and all I could feel was pain. It wasn’t going away. It wasn’t going away.

By the time I was aware of my surroundings again, Churi was kneeling in front of me, his face inches from mine. The Peacekeepers hadn’t let me fall to the ground. He laughed and placed a hand on my face, wiping away my tears. “You are our property, Ms. Marne. We chose you ten years ago. You slipped away from us then, but we always get our property back. You won’t be able to escape again. I wouldn’t expect you’d have the strength to do much after this ceremony anyway. Tonight, we will have a public demonstration of the magic the Capitol so graciously gave you. I’m afraid it will be agony to use the magic so soon after the ceremony, Ms. Marne, but I know you can do it. I will be visiting you later to teach you how to use the magic.” He snapped his fingers, and the Peacekeepers made me stand up. They started walking off, and I looked back at Atwater one last time as Churi turned to him. “I have some words for you before we let you go…”

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A Blind Meeting

Chapter 8

03/28/2020

Finally got the chapter written! Sorry it took me two months to unblock my writers block.

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Teeks, Noir, and I finished with the civilians before running out to the street to see what was going on. From what I could tell Joker was winning. Shocker. I thought as I looked to Teeks and Noir.

"Should we give them a hand?" Teeks smiled then Noir, like always, was first to go. Teeks followed as I walked over analyzing the situation. I spotted Noir jump on top of the Joker's henchman knocking him into second one with all his force then jump to the next until he was caught by the funny man himself.

"You brought a kitty to fight for you Batsy, that's funny." He laughed hard at the tied up man. Joker lifted Noir up to his nose and seemed to be debating on what to do with him.

"You know, it's wrong to pick on children Joker." I spouted smiling at him. Teeks and I stood on top of his vehicle of choice with my arms crossed staring down at him. I heard Robin give a "hey" before a groan from being hit by Batman's foot. "I'd like my companion back please." I asked.

"Who are you? You know what I don't care go play superhero some where else kid." He tossed Noir at me then turned his attention back to the birds. Teeks caught Noir in the air and settle him down on her back. Annoyed by the man and time constraint I throw my yo-yo at Joker's arm yanking him back toward me like a spinning top and have him stand in front of me. I won't lie, I'm glad to be standing on something tall because I can lean over him to see his face perfectly.

"I'm Ladybug and you should have a seat." I twitch my wrist then gave him a swift kick as my yo-yo unwound him down to the ground and sat him down dizzy. Teeks walked over to the Batman untying his bindings as Noir untied Robin. "Good work Captain and Black Fang. I'll leave him to you two Batman." I pointed to the now knocked out Joker as I spoke. I felt something under my foot and leaned down to pick it up. It has sharp edges and is shaped as a bat.

"I'll take that back." Batman said his voice gruff and tired. I challenged it with a smile.

"I think I'll keep it. See you around Bat." My voice was stern and tired. The three of us jumped up to the roof and ran off back to the apartment.

The next following morning I cleaned up and made a big breakfast for everyone. The night felt like more of a dream until someone turned the news on and the details of my suit was said through the screen.

"Woohoo! You kicked butt last night!" Kaalki cheered and zipped around the living room followed by Ziggy and Xuppu. I just laughed before sipping my coffee.

"I know right? 'I'm Ladybug and you should have a seat.' That was gold Bug." Plagg said cheerfully.

"Oh geez Plagg it was nothing. Come on eat your breakfast. I won't be feeding you again until just before dinner." I teased as I started cooking eggs and bacon for myself.

The day went by pretty fast between small amounts of customers and working on my new outfit in the parlor. I was just about finished when Tikki nudged me along the cheek that it was an hour 'til Commissioner Gordon showed up. With a smile along my face I finished up the little detail and got ready.

An hour has passed as Teeks and I waited in the bakery cleaning up the final items of the day. The bell chimed and Teeks gave a quick bark was heard over the running water.

"Hello. I'm sorry but I'm closing early today." I called out from the kitchen expecting to hear the door.

"That's a shame, I thought I'd pick up a pretty lady for a date." Jim Gordon said. A smile crept up on my lips and I quickly dried off my hands. Hurrying out to him. "Nice outfit the apron definitely gives it a homey feel." He gave a small chuckle as he smiled.

"Jokes now hm." I gave a smile with a light laugh as I removed the apron, tossing it into the kitchen then grabbed Teeks leash. "Hope you don't mind I bring Teeks."

"Not at all. Where we are going is really pretty and companion friendly." Jim offered me his hand, leading me out the door to his car. "Don't need to lock your door?"

"No sir, it's automatic." I said then pet Teeks as she stuck her head into the middle of the car.

We arrived to our destination a lot quicker than expected. Time flies when you have a lot to talk about it seems. A valet opened my door for me as Jim held his hand out once again helping me up onto the step then Teeks followed behind me holding her leash in her mouth waiting. Jim picked it up from her and handed it to me, leading me through the entrance to the host.

"Welcome to Le Renard Roux, reservations?" The hostess asked in her sweet voice. The name sounded familiar but I couldn't quite pin it down.

"Yes ma'am, a table for three under Gordon." Jim said. He seemed kind of nervous but I was too. After all my last date didn't go very well. The hostess checked through her list then lead us to an elevator taking us up to the second floor. The feeling of cool air felt nice followed by the scent of flowers and candles. The sound of people chattering around us making me more aware that we aren't alone. Our table is close to the terrace engulfed by the smell of purple Wisterias and Ipomoea Alba.

"Your waiter will be right with you. Please enjoy." The hostess said then walked off. Commissioner Gordon pulls my seat back a bit for me to sit down then gently scooted it back toward the table allowing me the perfect spot to "see the view". Teeks sat beside me on my left unseen by others unless looked for. As I listened to Gordon sitting down, I put placed the silk napkin on my lap and smiled.

"So, Monsieur Jim, why did you choose the Red Fox?" I asked leaning forward on the table, resting my chin on top of my interlocked hands.

"I figured you might want a little reminisce of home." He gave me a smile with his words reaching out to touch my hand. The waiter came over, pouring us red wine, then took our order. We spent most of the evening talking about my college days and why I chose to live in Gotham. The evening was going great until Bruce crashed it. Jim had gotten up to take an important phone call when Bruce walked up to our table.

"Ms. Dupain-Cheng are you having dinner alone?" He sounded concern and inviting at the same time. Teeks tail wagged a bit when he spoke, but I refuse to give him an interested response.

"Actually no, I'm here on a date. He stepped out for a call. What brings you here Monsieur Wayne." If my tone was either not clear enough to show I didn't want to see him then he purposely ignored me. He dat down in Jim's spot and asked our waiter for a new cup for wine.

"I saw you sitting alone on my way up here to meet with a client and wanted to be sure you are alright." Some reason his voice sounded sad but he tried to cover it up with his over confidence. "Ah thank you sir." The sound of our wine being poured into a glass made me unsettled. I straighten my back more as I face him directly giving him what I hope was a glare.

"I don't believe I invited you to sit down. I'm sure your client will be worried you missed their meeting." As much as I wanted to apologize to him for the night at the gala, he is making it difficult to feel apologetic by interrupting my date. I was about to say something else when Commissioner Gordon stepped up.

"I'm sorry about that Marinette. It seems I need to take you home. Oh hello Bruce." He had turned his attention slightly to the man in his seat. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, Monsieur Wayne said he would pay our bill. Shall we get back so you can get to work?" I stood up taking Teeks leash and then held onto Jim's forearm. We left before Bruce could say anything and headed back to my bakery. Jim let me out, leading me to the door then left placing a light kiss on my cheek. His car roared him down to the precinct and I stepped inside locking the door and head up to my apartment. Plagg and Trixx had the tv on by the time I entered my apartment.

"I guess we don't get a break tonight." I asked listening to the reporter proclaiming that Mr. Freeze was out at the Biolab outside of Joker's territory with Harvey Dent also known as Two Face. "Plagg you, Trixx, and me tonight?" With a happy cheer I transformed with Plagg and fused with Trixx as Noir and Teeks transformed with Nororo and Dessu.

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saiilorstars · 4 years

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Dare To Forget Me

Ch. 20: One, Two, Three Questions

/ Previous chapters /

Fandom: Law & Order SVU

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Original female character

Warnings: Due to the nature of the series’ plots, I do have to rate this as ‘mature’ for constant mentions of rape.

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Chapter Summary: Rafael's mistake brings up a series of questions for both sides that neither seem willing to answer...

There wasn't really a word to describe the anger Montserrat felt. It just bubbled inside her and no matter how many times she yelled, she didn't feel better. She tried coming up with a good description to at least spat it in Rafael's face, but nothing came close. Even as he profusely apologized for letting it slip that she was thinking of transferring, the anger didn't fade. Really, however badly it sounded, she wanted to smack him. It was unprofessional, it was plain childish, but that's what she wanted to do. And maybe strangle him.

My God he frustrated her.

"Montserrat, you have to talk to me at some point, you know," Rafael was following Montserrat down the courthouse hallway. As soon as Heba's first day of trial was finished, Montserrat got up to leave...but she was stupid if she believed he would drop things like that.

"Unfortunately for work I do," the detective muttered once she pressed the elevator button. "But who knows, that might not last too long. Do you want to pass out the date of my last day too?"

"I said I was sorry. You have to believe me when I say I didn't mean to tell anyone about your transfer-"

Montserrat whirled around in a snap. "But that's just it, I don't believe you, Rafael. I've known you for months now and your mouth has never made a mistake like that. It's literally why I hate it! You always know what you're saying - that's your one, annoying talent!"

The elevator dinged as its door slid open. Before Montserrat could even think about getting in, Rafael yanked her away and brought her a couple steps away from it. "I understand what you're saying but I didn't plan it. I was…" Yup, it pained him to admit it out loud, "...upset about your behavior with me." Montserrat's face scrunched, clearly confused on what he was talking about. "I don't understand what's been going on with you and the fact you wouldn't tell me and instead got snappy with me...it got to me."

Montserrat could at least appreciate he was being honest, because she could tell how painful it was for him to admit that one. But that was it. It didn't mean she was on the forgiving phase. She'd done all the yelling possible and he'd surprisingly taken it all. But he kept coming back. "Well, it's like you said when I first started working here: I don't owe you any of my secrets."

How could Rafael say that was before he got to know her without sounding like he cared more than he ought to? Was there a way?

Montserrat shook her head. She shook his hand off her arm and walked back to the elevator. She couldn't trust herself not to shout all over again if she stayed back.

Rafael watched her go with a feeling of distraught. At what point did this happen? So what if she was angry with him? He'd pissed off more people than he could count. And at least they didn't shout in his face as bad as Montserrat had. What the hell made her so special that he'd feel the relentless urge to apologize even when it exposed him to more of her shouts?

"Hey councilor," Sonny called as he crossed the hallway. He was going to act as if he and the rest of the squad hadn't been watching that argument unfold, but he did feel the need to at least cheer one side up. "She's going to get over it, trust me. Kara says so."

"Oh great, so the roommate knows too," Rafael rolled his eyes. He started making way for the elevator as well, preferring to avoid any other sympathetic talks from the squad. "Am I the villain too?"

"No, you're the hero because Kara says she would've strangled Montserrat by now with all her yelling," Sonny said too easily and casually that it actually made Rafael smile for a bit. Alright, so maybe he could do with a talk with Kara Mackie sometime soon.

"As much as I'd love to snap back, I think this time it'll benefit me if I keep my mouth shut," Rafael pressed the elevator button. "Because every time I open it, I just anger Montserrat more. But then again, she's just so frustrating that I can't seem to actually keep quiet."

"Yeah, that's the case with women," shrugged Sonny. "But listen, I think right now it's better to give Montse some space so that she can cool down. She's not listening to anyone right now, trust me."

"I'm a little concerned that, because of it, she might make a rash decision," Rafael's admission made Sonny pause and look at him.

Sonny briefly glanced to the side to make sure no one could overhear them when he spoke again. "Hey I just have to ask, do you and Montse have, like...something going on?"

If Rafael had stiffened, one would've had to have been watching very carefully. Despite the elevator door opening, neither man stepped inside. "Absolutely not," Rafael answered a few minutes later.

"Are you sure?" Sonny knew he was getting himself into a dangerous position. "I'm not trying to pry but...I don't think I've ever seen you this…" his hand gestured to Rafael's current state as a point, "...yeah…"

"I don't appreciate this assumption, Carisi. Conversation's over," Rafael turned for the elevator, though not without giving Sonny a look indicating he was not to follow.

"Running away though…" Sonny couldn't help say just before the elevator door slid shut. He smiled to himself. Kara would love hearing this one.

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There were some people Montserrat could avoid, like Rafael, but there were others that she couldn't. Those would include your boss, and since Montserrat hadn't transferred yet nor quit, she still had to follow Olivia's orders.

Right now the order was to go to Olivia's office.

Now Olivia had thought about this whole transfer thing ever since Rafael explained it to her and the others. She wanted to have the right words to say to Montserrat, but she feared that even with all her thinking and caution she would still come up short.

"Close the door, Montse," she instructed when the detective poked her head inside. "You left the courthouse pretty quick."

A low snort slipped through Montserrat's mouth. "Did you expect anything less?"

Olivia dismissed Montserrat's snap for the greater cause. "I understand you're upset-"

"-that's not the word I'd use but sure," Montserrat took the seat across the desk. "And look, whatever you want to say about it...I'd rather you didn't."

"Well, as your boss, I sort of have to talk about it," Olivia brought her hands together over the desk. "Because if you're transferring, it means I'll have to start looking for your replacement."

Montserrat knew that was true. She crossed her arms while Olivia asked the dire question.

"Are you transferring?"

"...I don't know," Montserrat answered honestly. "God, that's why I specifically told Rafael not to say anything. I'm not sure what I want to do!"

"Well, can I ask why you want to transfer?"

"Honestly?" Montserrat leaned closer to the desk to look Olivia in the eyes. "Because of what you said."

Olivia blinked in shock. "What I said? What did I say?"

"You reminded me that I work at SVU where it's my job to help victims come forwards. How could I work here when I myself am not coming forward?"

Olivia's mouth opened several times, but each time that she did the words didn't come out. She felt a rush of guilt, though. She was the cause of all this mess?

"I'm not blaming you, Liv," Montserrat said once she caught Olivia's reactions. "It just sort of made me think."

"That...that was not my intention, Montse," Olivia shook her head. "I...I only meant that working here should be an inspiration to you. In no way did I ever mean that you shouldn't work here. Every victim handles their pain in a different way."

Montserrat paused to let the 'victim' part sink in. She never called herself that, and for some reason it didn't feel right. Perhaps it was because it brought back the memories she wanted to forget forever. "I'm just not sure what I'm doing, Liv. And it definitely doesn't help when the squad keeps giving me these looks."

"They're just confused about what's going on," Olivia said.

"Well I'm not explaining to them why I'd like to transfer," Montserrat frowned. "I just wish Rafael had kept his mouth shut like I asked him to. At least then I'd be able to think without pressure."

"There's no pressure from my end, Montserrat," Olivia clarified. "You can take as much time as you need to think about this. But, if I may, I think transferring out of the squad isn't the answer. It's really more of a way to run away."

Montserrat sighed. "I know. But I really have no idea what I'm doing here. I'd just like to see my options."

"That's fair," nodded Olivia. "And again, if you need to talk again…"

"Thanks," Montserrat smiled weakly. She pushed herself up from her chair and headed for the door, only stopping when Olivia called.

"And you know, for what it's worth, Rafael really is very sorry about it," Olivia's smile was an odd one, a knowing one, and it made Montserrat's face warm up.

"...good for him," Montserrat said quietly before leaving the office.

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Kara lowered her newspaper to reveal a scrunched up, disgusted face. "This can't be true, is it?"

Montserrat, who sat on the other couch with her laptop, briefly looked up from her screen to see the headline being one of Jimmy MacArthur. Her eyes rolling was now an automatic response whenever it came to that man. "Course not. I don't know why you're reading that trash."

"Well, since you haven't gone back to the courthouse anymore, where else am I supposed to get my information?" she turned the page of her newspaper. "Sonny only tells me so much."

"It's all trash, okay? Heba's saying the truth, the men are not. Shocker," Montserrat's curtness was honestly getting tiring for Kara.

"Can't help but feel like you're saying that due to someone…" Kara briefly smiled but Montserrat outright ignored her in favor of her computer.

Even when someone knocked on their door, Montserrat continued like nothing. Kara rolled her eyes and got up to go answer. She was relieved to find Sonny on the other side, because she was dying without conversation from Montserrat.

"I thought you might like some dinner," Sonny raised the take out bags in his hands. "And I bought for three," he said as he eyed the back of Montserrat's head. The ginger wasn't really giving him the time of day.

"I'm good, thanks," she at least muttered a few seconds later.

"Thanks Sonny, we appreciate it," Kara threw a disapproving look in Montserrat's way, but the ginger missed it.

As Kara brought the bags to the kitchen table, Sonny made his way up to the back of Montserrat's seat and was able to see her computer screen. "Those are the transfer openings then?"

Montserrat instinctively shut her laptop and looked up at the man with a frown. "You know, being nosy is exactly how Rafael got on my bad side. You want to follow? Cos I definitely have more to scream."

Sonny made a face but raised his hands to show he came in peace. From the kitchen, Kara called out to Montserrat. "Don't be mean to my boyfriend just because you're mad with yours!"

Montserrat sucked in a deep breath while her fingers did some sort of dance in the air, as if she were getting ready to strangle someone. However, that didn't stop Kara from continuing on with her game. She came back to the living room with a Chinese take-out box for herself and Sonny.

"This entire thing is ridiculous," Kara planted herself next to Sonny. "And because of it, I'm paying for it right here."

"And us at work," Sonny decided to add.

Montserrat merely opened her laptop again. "Maybe keep your mouths shut, then."

"Look Montse, it does seem like Rafael made an honest mistake," Sonny said, and would go on despite the glare Montserrat was fixating on him. "He's sorry-"

"-that's what everyone says but I just don't buy it!" she snapped. "He always knows what to say and you honestly expect me to believe he didn't tell you guys about the transfer on purpose?"

"What would he gain, Montse?" Sonny asked ever-so-calmly, because the moment he argued he would lose her.

"Her presence," they heard Kara mumble before taking in some rice. Sonny elbowed her on the side. "What!?"

Montserrat shook her head. "He's just so frustrating!"

"Funny, that's what he said about you too," Sonny said.

"Well he is!" Montserrat scowled. "I asked him not to say anything and what does he do? And then he won't leave me alone! God, it's like I'm literally saying I'll strangle him and yet he keeps coming back!"

"He's trying to apologize, Montse," Sonny pointed out, not that she cared for at the moment. "And to be fair, if he hadn't apologized you would be mad about that too." See there, Montserrat had to stay quiet because she knew that he was right. If Rafael hadn't at least attempted to apologize, she'd be furious too. "But even though he's actually doing it, you reject it. And that's frustrating too, according to him."

Kara groaned loudly and settled an irritated look at the two of them. "You two are idiots," she first announced then placed her take-out box on the coffee table. "And you two-" she pointed at Montserrat, indicating she was now talking about her and Rafael, "-are also idiots. Do you know why you're so frustrated with him? And why he's so frustrated with you? It's tension! It's all pent-up tension that won't disappear until you two get a room. Literally!"

It was scary how quiet Montserrat was when she slammed her laptop shut again. Sonny expected an explosion of some sort, but instead Montserrat just glared at her roommate. Perhaps it was just another thing that proved Kara was right.

"You're not funny."

"Good, I wasn't trying to be," Kara completely missed the part where she should take it slowly. "You two are grown adults. You're at that point in your life where it's okay to have a one night stand. And I know that you've thought about it too."

Now Sonny really waited for that explosion. He even shut his eyes for it.

But once again, Montserrat was eerily silent. It was a terrifying silence. "Stop saying stupid stuff," she said slowly.

"Bet you can't say that 10 times fast."

The noise Montserrat made afterwards was not pretty. She got up from her seat, almost jumped up, to argue. "You're not helping me, Kara! God, I'm so confused and instead of being my best friend and helping me you're out here saying stupid things!"

"Oh sweetie," Kara shook her head. "I am helping you, but you're not listening. What is it? You've had boyfriends before-"

Montserrat visibly shook with anger. Her body actually trembled with the fury she felt. For a second, Sonny feared for Kara's life. "-would you stop saying that!? I'm not interested in relationships so just drop it!" She grabbed her laptop and storm towards her bedroom.

Once the door slammed, Sonny felt free (and safe) to talk. "Do you really think that's the way to help her?"

Kara shrugged, clearly not feeling the least bit guilty. She grabbed her takeout box and continued to eat like nothing. "When you've known Montserrat for as long as I have, you get to know what ways work best. And I am telling you that she has some feelings she needs to work out. Poor woman is going to lose it if she doesn't do something."

"Are you sure that's the case here?"

Kara paused just as she was about to deliver more rice to her mouth. Her eyes studied Sonny's face for a full minute, and the strength of it actually made Sonny squirm. "What do you know, Dominick?"

His actual name. That's how he knew she was completely serious and it was the type of seriousness that usually got him in trouble. "Nothing…"

"Mhm, try again. Is it about this problem?"

"...maybe…"

"Spill," Kara pointed at him.

"I...agree with you," Sonny raised a finger to make sure she didn't get ahead of yourself. "I spoke to Rafael and he pretty much said the same as Montse. I think, like her, he's...sort of in denial."

A sarcastic, soft smile spread across Kara's face. "Oh sweetie, it took you that long? Maybe I should be the detective."

Sonny rolled his eyes at her. "I do believe he's sorry about the secret. He didn't mean to do it."

"Oh, I believe that he believes he didn't mean to do it."

Sonny now was the one to give Kara a look. "What?"

Kara made a low noise. "Seriously, just give me your badge right now. I believe that Rafael believes he didn't mean to spill about Montserrat's transfer. However, I think he subconsciously did it on purpose."

Sonny stared at her as if she were going to say it was a joke but when she didn't, he shook his head at her and frowned. "Wait, what!?"

"I think he was so upset that, somewhere deep down, he told you guys as a cry for help." Kara said it so simply as if this were something so obvious it should've been noticed way earlier. "He doesn't strike me as the type to openly say 'help me'."

"I...will give you that one," Sonny had to concede. Maybe Kara was right. Rafael would never openly ask for help if it dealt with Montserrat. A few days ago it took Rafael a whole story just to get him to find Montserrat for him.

Kara started smirking suddenly. "But maybe we can help them out."

"See, I know you're trying to help but I think-"

"Shh!" Kara waved a hand for him to be quiet. "You talk to Rafael and tell him exactly what I said, but, you know, make it sound like it came from your brain and not mine. I think it would piss him off if he knew we talked about him."

"He already knows you talk about him."

Kara glared at Sonny. "Seriously, maybe just become a lawyer already and give me your badge."

"I don't see how we could help, Kara. They're both in denial and, honestly, Montserrat is way too angry to listen even if Rafael decided to try to talk to her again."

"And I guess I have to give you that," Kara sighed. "But still, maybe if you make him realize what he did, it could help in some way. It's better than doing nothing, right?"

"I...guess…" Sonny was now mentally preparing himself for a shouting from his dear colleague.

"And I'd get it done preferably before this weekend as it is Montse's birthday."

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The first thing Dr. Weslin noticed about her patient was the relentless picking of the fingernails. Montserrat's nervous habits were back in town and this time it seemed like things were worse. So, Montserrat told Weslin about everything. It was done in a series of rambles only interrupted by Weslin asking her to calm down.

"So, you're angry…" Weslin purposely trailed off as she saw Montserrat immediately opening her mouth to argue the contrary.

"I'm not angry I'm…" but Montserrat had trouble putting her thoughts into actual words. After all the screaming she'd done, she didn't know where her thoughts were. "I'm upset that Rafael told everyone but then at the same time I'm...relieved? If that makes sense?"

"You certainly have the floor to explain," Weslin reminded.

"Everyone thinks I'm pissed because Rafael spilled my secret but...I think I may be mad at myself that...I wasn't brave enough to do it myself. And, you know, maybe it hasn't helped that I've been yelling at everyone that I'm angry with Rafael but...you know." Montserrat brought her hands to her curly hair. "I'm a mess and anyone who comes in contact with me...God help them."

"You're confused, which is completely understandable," Weslin said as a means to lessen Montserrat's stress. "And I think your friends might understand you better if you put an effort into less screaming and more talking."

"Easier said than done, especially when people just outright frustrate you," Montserrat pursed her lips. "Kara, my best friend, seems to have it in her head that the reason I'm specifically so upset with Rafael is because I...because...because there are some feelings in the mix."

Weslin took that admission as something noteworthy. It was rare when Montserrat talked about personal relationships. She'd been seeing Montserrat for almost a full year now and it was only now that Montserrat even mentioned something romantic-related. The fact Montserrat was choosing now to start was a small milestone for her, indicating that - somewhere deep inside - Montserrat was getting ready to start even considering relationships.

"And what was your reaction to this idea?" asked Weslin.

"Well I first snapped at Kara," Montserrat said quickly but after getting a look from Weslin she took it more serious and expanded. "I mean…" she closed her mouth and tilted her head to one side, "Okay, Rafael is attractive but that's it. I don't think I'm ready for any of that stuff. And I most certainly do not like the fact Kara uses this idea every time I have a problem with him."

"Okay," Weslin nodded. "But you can't also be so defensive about it either. Sit down with Kara and explain to her that you simply do not have those feelings she claims you have."

"Well...yeah…that would...be the obvious choice..." Montserrat looked unsure and Weslin dared to think this whole 'idea' of Kara's might not be entirely wrong.

"But…?"

Montserrat seemed to have caught herself and shook her head. She straightened herself up in her seat and shrugged. "Nothing. I just need to figure out what the hell I'm going to do about this transfer thing."

"May I make a suggestion?"

Montserrat nodded.

"Try to imagine a workspace without your current co-workers. Imagine yourself a new partner, a new boss, a new ADA. And then think if you would be happier there...or in SVU."

Montserrat nodded again with the intention of following through with it. All she'd done so far was only search for new openings in different divisions, but she'd never actually sat down and really thought about what a new workplace would be like. Would her co-workers be like what she now had in SVU? Would they like her? Treat her nice? Or would they treat her as a rookie? Someone who didn't have a place?

#ocapp #svu fics #rafael barba fics #svu imagines #rafael barba imagines #svu #rafael barba #svu imagine #oc: Montserrat Novak #fic: dare to forget me

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Get Well Soup

Wild didn't get sick easily, but when he did it wasn't pretty; headaches, fever, sore throat, puffy eyes, dizziness, nausea, the works.

It started out as a a dull throbbing in his head. Nothing too serious. Little did he know it was the harbinger of much suffering.

It crept up on him like a Molduga; lying in wait until finally the illness reared its ugly head and struck him with such intense force that even the faintest whiff of food made him almost disgorge his stomach contents and before he knew it he was curled up in a loving mom-hug delivered by Sky who was whispering soothing words while he stroked Wild's sweat-dampened hair.

"You know, you don't need to baby me. I'm fine," Wild said as he tried to escape the embrace, though his congested, gravelly voice did nothing in the way of assisting his argument.

Sky shushed him, gently but forcefully pulling him back to his chest. "You don't need to act all tough just because you're a hero. Everyone gets sick every once in a while."

"But I'm fi-"

"Hush now!"

Wild let out a loud, annoyed sigh of defeat. He was too drained to fight back anyway. Despite his insistence that he was fine he was most certainly, in every way, shape and form, not fine. In fact he felt positivity awful; His throat burned like he had swallowed a litre of acid, he was so congested that he had nearly choked while taking a long drink of water, his body ached to the point where he could barely stretch a toe out without wincing and his head pained as if Twilight had repeatedly struck it with his ball and chain. To top it all of Wild couldn't even think about food without feeling sick to his stomache.

"You're insufferable. Why are you the one taking care of me anyway? I'd have thought Twilight would've jumped at the chance to play caretaker. Especially since he's the one always yelling at me for not taking care of myself"

"Oh he wanted to, but I volunteered first. Trust me, I did you a favour. Time sent him to go get firewood instead. Hyrule went too. They should be back soon incase you want to get rid of me," Sky chirped.

Wild inwardly groaned. He just wanted some space. It had only been three days since he'd gotten sick and he was already sick of it, quite literally. Twilight tried to be there for him, but by the grace of Hylia he was out running errands all day and so Sky played nurse for the time being. Though WIld just assumed Twilight didn't want to get sick himself.

"Fine then. I hope you're prepared for Twilight's specialty." He crained his neck to look at Sky's expression, apprehensive at the mention of the feared dish that was still shrouded in mystery.

Because of the condition Wild was in they elected to have someone else be the temporary cook. Twilight offered to cook when nobody volunteered and said he was going to make his 'specialty', whatever that was. Everyone hid their dread and fear, but Wild caught it. Dinner was fast approaching and everyone was famished, so consuming the mystery dish was unavoidable. It was declaired when he joined the group that Wild was the only one that knew how to cook, but despite that Wild was in no mood to suffer the wafting aromas of food right under his nose.

But because cooking had been one of the few activities he would partake in that consumed a lot of his time he found that he had a lot of time freed up from avoiding the task. But nobody would let him do anything! Hyrule practically tackled him when he tried to get up to stoke the fire and Twilight made his bed on Wild's chest to make sure it didn't happen again. Warrior avoided him like the plague. Something about not wanting to catch his germs. Understandable, but he didn't have to make his disgust so obvious. Wind kept giving him understanding glances; being the youngest of the Link's he was used to being coddled, so his sympathy was warented. Other than Sky, Legend was the most motherly out of all of them. He would do stuff like fluff his pillow or play soft harp music to make him fall asleep. It was wierd, but not totally out of character. He seemed to care a lot about people's wellbeing, he just doesn't broadcast his concern that often. Four also avoided him, though unlike Warrior he was more subtle about it. He would keep his things far away from Wild and sit at the opposite side of the fire, but wouldn't mind bringing him something when asked.

Time was something else entirely. He made his concern known, but he was quite strict when it came to eating and resting. He would give him the neutral face of disapproval whenever he volunteered to stay up for watch or crawled out of bed to stretch his legs. Unexpected but not a total shocker. He probably wouldn't have been able to do much stretching anyway given his aching limbs.

Twilight and Hyrule returned from collecting fire wood and Hyrule made his way over, Twilight suppressing his amusement over the scene before him before heading off to do who-knows-what erand.

"How are you feeling," Hyrule asked him as he watched Sky continue to stroke his hair.

"I would feel a whole lot better if I could just take a walk-"

"Out of the question," Sky chimed in, his words spoken firmly and with finality. Hyrule laughed at his friend's misfortune.

"But-" before he could complete his plea Wild released a sneezed so fierce that Sky and Hyrule flinchedaway. He sniffed and looked up sheepishly.

Wild really just wanted his mobility back. He felt suffocated being encumbered by the mass of blankets and being unable to wriggle out of Sky's tight hold.

"Sucks to be you," Hyrule said in between chuckles, "but seriously, Sky's right, you should get some rest. You never sleep anyway. Now you have the perfect opportunity to catch up." He clapped his back then walked off to set his bundle down. Sky made a pleased noise and Wild sighed again. He wasn't made to stay still for so long. He wanted to run around and climb some trees, but Sky wouldn't let him get out of bed, and Time's constant watchful eye kept him still. Not to mention his physical incapability of performing the actions he so longed to do. Wild's heart nearly jumped out through his mouth when he noticed Time staring at him across the campfire.

"I'm going to get Twilight. He should be back with ingredients already," Sky laid him back down and stared at him sternly. So that's what he left to do. "If you so much as lift a finger out of this bed I will have Twilight sit on you the entirety of the night. Do you understand?"

Wild nodded slowly out of both fear and surprise.

Hyrule came back over to keep him company. He probably guessed Wild wasn't going to sleep anytime soon.

"This sucks," Wild said.

"I know," Hyrule replied, "but it's humbling," he said with a smirk.

Wild rolled his eyes.

"I am not looking forward to tonight," Hyrule said miserably. He would eat almost anything, but for some reason he was very unsure about Twilight's cooking.

"What is everyone's problem anyway? Food's food."

"Yeah, but last time Twilight cooked for everyone, you know, before you joined, it wasn't particularly..." he trailed off, trying to think of the right word, then just settled on, "good."

Wild huffed out a weak laugh before releasing a mighty, painful sounding cough.

Hyrule winced in sympathy. "Anyway, I guess I'll just suck it up and swallow," he said as he made to get up, leaving Wild by himself. "Get some rest, will ya?"

Wild decided to heed his advice rather than succumb to boredom and silently dozed off.

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When Wild woke up a light splattering of stars twinkled in a sky that was painted a menagerie of colours. The moment his teammates have been silently dreading; supper time. Twilight was working diligently next to the fire, leaning over a cooking pot, his face twisted in concentration that was both unnerving and reassuring. At least he put effort into it, but why did he have to concentrate so hard?

Wild snickered at his friends' uneasy anticipations. He didn't see what they were so worried about. Twilight didn't seem to have any suspicious ingredients with him. Wild saw fish, pumpkin, and cheese. Maybe he was making some kind of pumpkin stew or something?

"You're going to have to eat too you know," Time said, seeing Wild's smugness.

Wild made a disgusted face at his words. "I'd rather not." He really didn't want to eat. He didn't want a repeat of last time Time force fed him whatever preserved food Wild had stashed in his satchel. The result was pretty messy.

The neutral face of disapproval made its appearance once again and Wild found himself with a bowl of Twilight's speciality. A simple, underwhelming soup. He wasn't picky in the slightest, and though he was sure it tasted fine - it certainly didn't smell too bad- but Wild really didn't want to eat it. The steam billowing from the bowl churned his stomache. But Time stared at him so intensely that he forced himself to swallow a spoonful of the thick soup. He... found it surprisingly tasty.

Everyone else seemed to really enjoy it as well.

Soon enough Wild finished his bowl before everyone else.

"Twilight this is great! What is it," Wind asked, delighted with his meal.

"My speciality," Twilight replied with a smirk.

"Well yeah, but what's in it? It tastes great," Time acknowledged.

"Yeah. I even feel much better. Is this some miracle soup or something," Wild asked.

"Nope. Just a recipe I learned on my adventure. Though it does have some pretty spectacular properties," Twilight said with a wink.

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It's Yeto's soup just in case you were wondering.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #legend of zelda #loz #tloz #zelda #i forgot that im a writer #and writing is something that i do #enjoy if that's ok with you #fanfiction

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emilyxvalentyne · 5 years

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Alcoholic Love CH

A/n: So this is my first ever series so please bare with me. I may not be the best but I’m trying so please leave some positive feed back. Don’t let this flop please.

Disclaimer: This is just some good old classic fiction. I am not involved or do I know anything about the character used in this.

Warnings: not really any in this one but for the (series) there is going to be some of the following: alcohol abuse, drug abuse, cursing, depression, anxiety.

Summary: CalumXgirlfriend theres a rough patch in the relationship Calum has become distant, she slowly turns to drugs and alcohol to numb her pain.

A/n: please don’t let this flop!! Give me some tips on how to better it or if you have any ideas for me.

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I woke up to the bed empty this morning, I heard some noise going on downstairs so I assume Calum is still here. I got out of bed and put some socks on trying to avoid the cold floor. I made my way down stairs and into the kitchen. I saw Calum making some coffee. I slowly made my way behind him wrapping my arms around his torso resting my head against his back, he tensed up against my touch but didn't respond to it. I sighed and moved away from him walking over to the fridge, grabbing the butter, jam and orange juice. I set them on the counter next to Calum, who was sitting on a stool drinking his coffee and texting someone on his phone. I turned away from him and stuck some bread in the toaster. Calum seemed to be entertained with his phone to pay me any mind. I leaned my side in to the counter keeping me up on my propped elbow. I stared at Calum trying to read his face. Lately it's just been nothing but him working or going out, this is probably the longest we have been in a room together in about three weeks. He was dressed up as if he was about to head out. I would be lying if I said I wasn't sad that he was going out. I've tried talking to him about it but all he says is that he doesn't have time to talk about it or that he was to tired. I felt sad whenever I was alone here in our home, of course I went to work and did some college classes but whenever I got home to an empty house (besides duke) it always depressed me. I was pulled out of my thought when my toast finally popped up. I took out a butter knife and smeared the butter and strawberry jam on the golden squares. I poured some juice into a glass and put everything away. I pulled out the stool next to Calum and sat down. I felt Calum's stare burn into the side of my face as I sat there eating my toast.

'Do you want some of my toast?' I slide my plate over to Calum finally making eye contact with him. His eyes were dark and unreadable, but I could sense he was annoyed. Calum rolled his eyes and got up placing his mug into the sink. I felt as if he was almost annoyed with my very existence.

'No im heading out' I heard Calum mumble as he stared walking towards the living room. I followed I never ask Calum where he went anymore so I could avoid him getting mad but now I was kind skeptical on where exactly he was going. Calum was crouched down petting dukes head.

'Heading out where?' I asked more to myself rather then to him. I could practically see him rolling his eyes. He stood up and glared over at me.

'I'm just going out, God do you need to know where I am like your my mom' Calum was now heading up to our room I was right behind him following him into the closet where he continued to look for shoes.

'I never ask you where you even go anymore because you get mad all the time' I stood there in front of him as he sat on the bed tying his shoes.

'Well then why do you ask its just a waste of my time and yours' Calum was now putting on some cologne. He looked extremely agitated with me but at this point I could care less.

'Because I was wondering what time you would be home so we could hang out you know it's been a while since we-' I was cut off by Calum chuckling he stared at me as if I was stupid.

'Look I really don't have time for all of this right now I have to get going' calum said as he stared walking past me. But I reached forward to grab his wrist.

'Are you seriously to busy to even hang out with me? What has gotten into you, huh? All you do is go to rehearsal and go out with your friends, you seem to never have time for me, your girlfriend anymore' I looked into his dark eyes trying to see anything but all I could see was annoyance.

'Oh my god, fine then be ready by 6' Calum pulled his arm back and walked out of the room. I followed not wanting to give up.

'Are you serious, you are taking me out later?' I said before he walked out the front door. He turned around stood directly in front of me towering over me. I felt as if his eyes were burning into my soul, all I wanted to do was step back but I felt locked into place.

'Yes, I'll be back later' Calum reached forward and and caressed my cheek and leaned in placing a kiss on my forehead. He then turned out the door shutting it closed with a loud thud. I was left in the same position as he left me in. Confused his kiss didn't feel right on my skin anymore almost as if he had forced it. I walked back upstairs and into my room where I then laid on our bed. I glanced over to his side of the bed. It was slightly wrinkled as if he only slept on top of the blankets. I wish he was still here, I wish he would spend the day with me, I wish.... I wish he would love me... no he, does love me maybe he's having a hard time at the studio and rehearsal.

I rolled into my side and looked at my alarm clock it was 12:36 in the afternoon. I sat there deciding whether or not to clean the house. After a long sigh I got up and walked over to the laundry basket that of course had only my clothes in it with Calum's clothes all bunched up on the floor around it. 'For the last time the clothes goes into the basket' I groaned out loud, I put all the dirty laundry in to the basket and made my way down to the laundry room. I started organizing the clothes and washing and folding. It's amazing how much clothes Calum goes through in one week. After about an hour and a half of washing and folding I finally finished and fed duke and washed the dishes. The rest of the house was basically clean since I clean it almost everyday. I sat on the couch finally checking my phone. I responded to a few text and checked the time it was 3:17 I groaned and decided to watch tv. I flipped through the channels while duke laid on my lap.

'You understand me right' I spoke to the little furry dog that laid on my lap. Duke just continued to chew on his bone. 'Why is your owner such an asshole sometimes' this time duke looked up and whimpered almost as if he understood what I said

'But I love him just as much as I love you' I ruffled his fur and kissed his head. I got up finally making my way to take a shower and getting ready to go out with Calum.

I put on a two piece set with some sandals I curled my hair and sprayed myself with Calum’s favorite scent on me. My makeup was done and now it was just a waiting game.

6:30 rolled around at this moment he could just be late. I let duke go out into the backyard I watched him run around then come back inside where he literally stopped to look at me and then he ran back out. I laughed at every little thing he did he really does cheer me up when I’m feeling down. He’s like a best friend but I always wish he could talk that would be cool. I played tug war with him and I always let him win. He made me miss my family and my dog back home.

7:30 rolled around the sun was getting ready to set and there was still no sign of Calum. I knew at this point he wasn’t going to come but a small part of me still had hope. I was mad that I got all ready for him to not even show up but in the end I should have expected this it’s really no shocker. I texted him but it wasn’t the usual ‘hey are you still coming!’ Text. Rather I sent this instead ‘ you could’ve just told me you were busy tonight or not even have told me to get ready for disappointment tonight at all. It probably would have hurt less’. I dragged myself up stairs to change I put on some sweats and a Pink Floyd t-shirt, I slipped my checkers vans on and grabbed my credit card and keys. I decided to just leave my phone I got into my car and went to the local Mexican restaurant I usually go to. I really didn’t want to sit around being sad.

“Well well well welcome back, long time no see” Celia my usual waitress was always to cheerful.

“Yah yah yah I know” I laughed as I took a seat right in front of her as I scanned the menu as if I didn’t know what was on it.

“What will it be hermosa? The usual?” I nodded and handed her the menu.

“Wait Celia can I get it to go and a strawberry margarita to go as well please”

“Of course Emily, I’ll be right back” I scanned the restaurant it was pretty slow for a Friday night usually the place packed with customers.

“Slow tonight because banda MS is in town, how come you’re not there you usually love seeing and going to bailes mija”

“I wasn’t really feeling it tonight I guess” I wasn’t even feeling anything tonight. I didn’t even know my favorite Latin band was in town.

“What’s wrong chula you seem like you have a lot on your mind you know you can tell your momma Celia anything” I really wanted to cry she always made me miss my mom.

“I’m just stressed about school and work that’s all”

“No no I think this something else, do you got boy troubles is it that boyfriend of yours the Australiano” she could always tell what was wrong.

“Yah... he stood me up again I don’t know what to do anymore, god Celia i really love him, but he doesn’t seem to feel the same anymore. It’s like the more I try to talk to him the farther away he gets” tears welted up on my eyes but I held them in.

“Chula you cant force love, sometimes you just have to get up and go. If he is the one for you he will make that clear he will chase after you if he wants you for you because he loves you. And you will see that he wants you because he loves you, you will feel it but if he doesn’t want you then you need to move on and do what is good for you, you have to fall before you can get back up you are young and beautiful and dont forget you are a Latina, nos otras somos fuerte (we are strong) I don’t want to see you all sad next time you come in okay?” I hugged Celia she’s my mom from my home away for home.

“Okay thank you Celia” I paid and tipped her and left I made my way back home to finally eat my Nachos and drink my margarita.

11:30pm rolled by and there was still no sign of him. I always try and try and try. I Put others before myself, and my heart just isn’t ready to let go. I feel as if having this big heart of mine is only a blessing when it becomes an accommodation to other but it’s a curse to my feelings. I put my plates in the sink and my trash in the bin. I switch off the lights and locked up so I can head up to bed.

Another night alone, same bed that made me feel so loved and protected. Now it’s the place where I long for that innocent loving touch

#calum blurb #calum hood imagine #sad calum #calum 5sos #calum hood #calum hood fighting imagines #calum 5 seconds of summer #calum x reader #luke 5sos #ashton 5sos #micheal 5sos #5sos blurb #5sos imagine #5 seconds of summer #5sos #5sos fic

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millennial-star-gazer · 5 years

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Tantric Flames: Chapter 8: Tantric Art of Seduction

Tantric Flames

Nalu lovefest 2019 Prompts: Magic, Worship, Reckless , Forbidden and Cravings (All Implied)

Genres: Romance, Humor, New Adult Fanfiction

Pairing:Nalu (Natsu x Lucy)

Rating: M for language, steamy and mature adult sexual content (all consensual) in these and future chapters. Reader Direction is advised.(You've been warned!)

Summary: One look, one smouldering hooded gaze, one word, one fiery kiss, one magnetizing touch was all he needed for her to completely unravel at his mercy alone, succumbing to the sinful temptation of her inhibitions, his love, his feral passion, his raw, insatiable desires, his "Tantric Flames". Originally an Submission for Nalulovefest 2017 (on previous accounts) in which Natsu gives his mate a tantric massage-after much persuasion- she won't soon forget when it turns into so much more. Also previously featured in Nalu lovefest 2018 (on current accounts) , as well as Nalu Week 2017, Nalu Fluff Week and Nalu lovefest 2017 (as stated) with first three chapters on my previous celestialgeekmage accounts . Previous chapter was also an entry for nalu week 2019. ( Nalu-centric) (Slight Au).

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A/N: Hey everyone! Here's the long-awaited 8th Chapter of Tantric Flames and second entry for @nalulovefestofficial 2019. Anyways, this said chapter is packed with plenty of sizzling Nalu gooodness which I hope is to your liking. Special thanks to my amazing and talented friend/mutual @kaycha1989 -aka @kaychawrites - for acting as a beta and helping with the edits! Be sure to check Kayla and her excellent writing out on tumblr, FF and A03! (Google Kaycha for FF and A03 if off tumblr). Now, without further ado, here's chapter 8-enjoy!

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"Seduce my mind,

ensnare my heart,

capture my soul,

and my body is yours completely."

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"The scent of your arousal— My God Luce…"

Natsu lips were at Lucy's ear now; oh so close that she could feel his breath on the shell. "It's growing stronger again."

"So intoxicating. Ya' gettin' turned on just by fantasizing about me, huh?" The deep rumble in his baritone along the rapitorial flash in onyx-green shot an electric thrill through Lucy's veins ."The thought of me and what I can do getting you all hot?"

"Mhmm, " Was all Lucy could utter in response, too distracted to manage much else.

"You are, huh? That's hot. Though I can't help but wonder ..." Hands rested just above her panty line, so close, so maddeningly close where lazy digits traced patterns that the mage just barely bit back a moan of carnal aggravation from the pulsating ache.

"How much stimulation can you handle before it becomes too much? Just think of how easily I could drive ya' wild with my touch alone .. my hands, my fingers, my tongue all working my magic until you're finally seeing stars."

Another electric rush of fire shot straight down to Lucy's already heated core from his sinful words ; so intense that Lucy found herself unable to stifle the keening noise escaping her throat .

"Dammit Natsu don't tease me!" said wizard protested, breathy voice lifting into a whine. "You know what that does!"

"But why not Luce?" Natsu fired back, nibbling at the shell of her ear. That gravely baritone of his was somewhere between a velvet purr and growl that always sent an assault of feel-good shivers down her spine. "No real shocker here that we both know how much you love it despite your claims. It'd be so easy— good payback too. Me driving ya' to brink just to deny that letting it finally happen when I'm damn good and ready. Such a devious little minx you are— teasin' and riling up a dragon like that and an alpha one too. .

"Yes, yes, I agree— very devious of me. And you're definitely a dominant alpha dragon and demon too-no question about that."

"How kind of you to notice." He let out a deep, throaty, chuckle that sent a burning heat across Lucy's skin. "Good for you to know when to surrender to a mighty dragon-demon too. God you're so hot, sexy and adorable— all flustered like this. The most precious of my hoard. completely at my mercy. Makes me want ya' even more than I already do. Seems only fair I return the favor, right?"

"Uh... no. I don't really agree ..."

"Course' you don't, Luce. Kinda' difficult from your position. Least' I have you all to my myself for a good chunk of the day. Should leave plenty of time for me to have my fun with ya'. Should I...nah." Natsu opted right then and there to deposit a scorching wet kiss with a well-timed nip and suck, on the patch of skin below Lucy's ear, overloading her already heightened senses.

"There," he remarked with a touch of that irresistible shit-eating grin she could detect in his voice. "That should give you a lot more to think about."

"You're a smug ass, you know that?"

"Mhm... yeah— but you absolutely love it when I am. That's not all, no. I know what else gets ya' all hot and bothered. All those hickeys you can't ever seem to get enough of..."

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BnHA Chapter 229: The Real Me

Previously on BnHA: Dabi fought a dude who could control ice. For like three pages. Then we cut to my boy Twice, who had located an unconscious Toga (who as you recall had her blood blown up a couple chapters back, so yeah) and was understandably freaking out about how to get her some help. To make a long and somewhat confusing story short, you know that long-haired guy who hacked Giran’s phone? Turns out he has the power to create human puppets or some shit, and he created a bunch of Twice duplicates and sent them to capture the real Twice (who you might also recall has some traumatic history involving clones of himself). Seems they want to use Twice’s quirk to create a backup clone of Re-Destro, just in case history repeats himself and he ends up kicking the bucket like his great-great granddad. Wouldn’t that be sad. Re-Destro getting murdered. Wouldn’t that just be a darn shame. Anyways so let’s see where this leads.

Today on BnHA: The Villain Flashback Arc continues with today’s installment featuring, you guessed it, more villain flashbacks! We learn more about our little buddy Twice who was apparently orphaned as a young teen and subsequently found himself alone in a cold and uncaring world. Honestly you guys, after reading this I’m amazed that he’s still as nice of a guy as he is. Anyway, so he used his quirk to clone himself because he was lonely, and the clones and him engaged in a petty crime spree or two, and then somehow or other it all led to the whole murderfest that fucked up his head so badly. Back in the present, a struggling Jin tries to escape and help Toga, so Skeptic orders his puppets to break Jin’s arms. They do so, but this has a curious side-effect that Skeptic may not have been expecting. Namely, that having that much damage dealt to him makes Twice realize that he definitely is not one of his clones, and is in fact the real deal. This appears to at least temporarily cure his split personality woes, and the chapter ends with him creating about a dozen duplicates to go fuck up the Liberation Army’s day. Hell yes.

(All comments are my unspoiled reactions from my initial readthrough of the chapter. I did a quick edit for grammar and clarity immediately afterward, but aside from that there are no changes.)

hey guys, sorry I’ve been inactive all week; I’ve been sick and haven’t really had much energy. I still am sick, but I appear to have reached the stage of exhaustion where I’m all “eh, fuck it, yeah sure whatever” where it’s ironically easy to motivate myself to do stuff because I have no willpower to resist, lol

so anyway. we’re apparently not missing a beat, picking up right where we left off last week with Twice’s mask being pulled off by one of the gorilla puppets

wow and they’re just like. flinging him aside

DON’T FLING MY BOY NO!! AND GET AWAY FROM TOGA

AHHHH

shit, how creepy is that? are they cold because they’re just ~puppets~ and not actually real, living people? what a disturbing touch

now we’re cutting back to Skeptic, who’s giving the puppets orders and addressing them as various letters of the alphabet. how can he tell them the fuck apart

meanwhile Giran’s asking what they’re doing to his pal. ;_; Giran you continue to be the best

and Re-Destro’s forcibly directing his attention elsewhere, but he’s also answering his question, strangely enough

that’s a lot of detail to be giving the guy when you could have just smacked him and told him to shut up. these villains are so confusing

but I guess they’re just telling him all this to taunt him more, because now Skeptic is bragging that he learned about Jin’s psychological disorder from Giran’s client data

hey btw I don’t think I’ve said this yet, but fuck this guy so hard for taking advantage of Twice’s trauma and using it against him. what a shocker, the Meta Liberation Army of dickheads pulls another dickhead move. these guys are so classy

oh my fucking god you guys Giran is getting hotter with each fucking chapter though fffffffff

if you’d told me a month ago that this dude would be nipping at Aizawa and All Might’s heels for the title of BnHA’s most eligible bachelor I would have called you a liar and a thief, yet here we are. good lord

that said, I appreciate that he’s thinking about how hard it’ll be on poor Twice, but they also just said they’d kill Toga as well, so I imagine that part of it would be pretty hard on her too. just saying

SDLFKSDLFHK SPEAKING OF

FUCK ME YOU GUYS I ALMOST LEAPED TO MY FUCKING FEET, WHAT THE FUCK. DON’T TELL ME THEY’RE GOING TO SNAP HER NECK. HOLY SHIT

SOMEONE BETTER SAVE HER OR I’M GOING TO FLY OUT TO JAPAN AND GIVE HORIKOSHI MY STUPID COLD. THAT’LL SHOW THAT BASTARD. HAVE SOME BRONCHITIS YOU PIECE OF SHIT

AND TWICE IS WATCHING ALL PANICKED AND SCREAMING THAT HE’S GOING TO KILL HER

AT FIRST I WAS CONFUSED AND WAS LIKE, DOES HE BLAME HIMSELF FOR GETTING HER IN THIS SITUATION? BUT THEN I REMEMBERED THE CLONES AND THAT YEAH IT’S LITERALLY HIM KILLING HER THOUGH OMGGGGG

AHHH HE’S SO CONFUSED THIS IS SO CONFUSING

I’M TOO SICK TO DEAL WITH TWICE’S EXISTENTIAL CRISIS YOU GUYS, IT’S REALLY FREAKING ME OUT, HELP. THE FUCKING PANELS ARE ALL WOBBLY-LINED AND THEY KEEP ZOOMING IN ON HIS FACE AND SHOWING HIM ALL BUG-EYED SCREAMING “WHO AM I” OVER AND OVER AGAIN OH GOD

OH SHIT!?!?

ACTUAL TWICE FLASHBACKS OH SHIT?! I was not expecting this oh snap. I am so into this

anyway, so he’s thinking -- with surprising coherence -- that because of his rough appearance, people were always afraid of him growing up

but also, what was that part about him not having a family? so he was an orphan then?? Horikoshi you are aware that I already love Twice and am emotionally attached to him, yes? but like if you want to hit me with even more feels and fuck me up some more then be my guest I suppose?

anyway so whoever he’s talking to here says Jin, who is apparently sixteen here, evidently hit some dude with his motorcycle by accident. oh shit

and baby!Jin says the guy jumped out in front of him and he was obeying the speed limit and everything

and the man he’s talking to seems vaguely sympathetic but says that regardless, it’s usually the victim who ends up winning these cases, and that Jin may end up with a criminal record. “but don’t let it get to you.” oh, sure. yeah, let’s just look on the bright side here

he says that no matter how many times you stumble in life, you can always start over

well shit is it any wonder this kid ended up going the villain route and making a bunch of clones of himself to live his best life? I mean jeez, he had absolutely no one on his side and was slapped with a criminal record when he was only sixteen. that shit is rough

oh fuck me and it just keeps getting worse

well that’s nice. so make that homeless with a criminal record, then. jesus christ he was still just a kid

so apparently his parents died in a villain attack when he was in middle school, and he had no relatives. I guess the state didn’t give a fuck either, damn

I find it extraordinarily easy to empathize with, actually! that’s one of the things that makes you such a great character!

so I guess he originally ended up making a clone of himself just because he was lonely. okay wow. not only does Twice continue to be the most likable villain in the series, he’s working his way up there as one of the most likable and relatably human characters, period

look at this shit! he’s just a guy who had a run of bad luck and tried his best to cope with it in whatever ways he could. there’s nothing villainous about him, he was just someone whom nobody wanted. he had his entire future stolen out from under him in the blink of an eye and had nowhere else to turn. he just wanted some friends for fuck’s sake

and so then he and his merry band committed a bunch of petty crimes. but they just needed some cash so they could live! like, all he wanted to do was just chill out and be happy. I got your back Twice. it’s not your fault

and then the flashback just kind of cuts to him tied to the chair in the aftermath of the clone hunger games. so I guess that’s all the backstory we’re getting as far as that goes. ngl I would have really liked to see just a bit more of the lead-up to that specific event. he’s such a nice guy that it’s a bit hard to picture him just suddenly going “RAWR I’M GONNA MURDER ALL Y’ALL.” but what I’m thinking is that all of the tragedy in his past contributed to him forming his violent alter ego personality, and that one of the clones must have just snapped one day and the rest is history

anyway so now we’re cutting to his first meeting with my new boyfriend Giran

ah okay, so he’s scared because if he actually is one of the clones then just a tiny bit of damage would be enough to finally do him in

btw Giran, possibly the one good thing Re-Destro and his buds did was getting rid of that scarf and sunglasses though bud. if you decide to change up your look after all of this, I’m not going to complain. there’s a reason I thought you were just some douchebag this whole time. obviously I shouldn’t have been so quick to judge you, I realize that now of course

but seriously Giran who wears sunglasses at night indoors. I mean, idk, maybe you get migraines or something. but if not I’m just saying

regardless, questionable fashion choices aside, Giran is actually a super nice guy, a mensch if you will, and he is now casually changing Twice’s entire life in the span of a few sentences. awww

how the fuck were you planning on smoking that cigarette while wearing a paper bag over your face. ??

also, Giran on this page kinda reminds me of Sanji, if Sanji was, like, a beatnik about to throw down on open mic poetry night

anyway so that’s the end of our happy flashback, and now we’re back in the present with Twice resuming his freakout!

but in spite of his mental struggles, he’s shaking the puppet clones off and trying to dash toward Toga again omg!

up in his little tower Skeptic seems fairly surprised

in related news, fuck this guy so much. also he’s using one of his puppets as a chair, which is one of the creepiest touches Horikoshi has put in this manga to date. but also they mentioned last week that Skeptic makes the puppets out of any human-sized materials that happen to be lying around, so I kind of wonder if maybe this dude originally was a chair. the mysteries of BnHA

moving on though, yeah, Twice and Toga really do have a strong bond though, don’t they? their chemistry is as beautiful as it is strange

oh shit but they really did hit him though

FUCK YOU F AND G

FFFFF SON OF A BITCH

DLASFKJLKJ PLEASE DON’T YOU FUCKING PSYCHOPATH, I CAN’T WAIT FOR YOU TO FUCKING DIE YOU ASSHOLE!!!

motherfucker! and we just established that he’s afraid that a broken bone will be enough to kill him if it turns out he really is a clone!

-- holy shit, but. on the other hand, if it doesn’t kill him though, that just might be enough to cure him of that particular fear once and for all. oh shit, unexpected plot twist

though in this particular situation it probably won’t make much of a difference how sane he is if he’s still got two broken arms though fuuuuuuuck

anyway... gotta click to the next page... even though I really don’t want to, sob

aaaaaaaand they’ve broken them. well shit. at least it wasn’t graphic. he’s just hunching forward and screaming and his arms are facing the wrong way, fuck

and now Skeptic is all “your legs are next,” and uh, can Twice actually hear him, though?? like, what? did I miss something here? is he piping his voice in through the shed’s convenient sound system or something?

anyway he’s telling Twice not to struggle anymore, and Twice is muttering to himself all darkly about how much that hurt

and apparently Toga’s regained consciousness now!!

wow Skeptic, okay sure, go ahead and keep talking about how you’re about to kill Toga in front of his eyes. just keep on digging yourself deeper. it’s like he doesn’t realize there’s only one page left in the chapter and things are just about reaching a tipping point and our heroes (?! I mean they are, though, for this arc at any rate) have had just about enough of his bullshit

lol I can’t take the tension omg

please do something badass please do something badass please d --

oh snap

Twiiiiiiice ;_; so it’s like I thought. they unexpectedly cured you of your identity crisis angst

anyway I guess this chapter is a longer one than usual because it’s page 15 now and we’re still going! so I will now resume my “please do something badass” chant. c’mon Twice. kick some assssssss

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS

THIS TIME I REALLY DID LEAP OUT OF MY CHAIR OMG. BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

LMAO ARE ALL OF THEIR ARMS BROKEN TOO. FUCK IT, IT DOESN’T MATTER. DEKU HAS SPENT APPROXIMATELY HALF THE MANGA WITH BROKEN ARMS AND IT’S NEVER STOPPED HIM*

*forest angst aside. and anyways that all worked out in the end, so

“wounded heroes are the most dangerous.” well fuck. given that we’ve just seen an exhausted and delirious Shigaraki eradicate an entire wave of people, and a bloodied and wounded Toga straight up murder one of the Army’s leaders, I think it’s safe to say we can apply this statement to villains too. and I for one can’t wait how dangerous a wounded -- but now sane -- Twice can be. motherfucker how I am loving this glorious arc

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