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fangirlingfromdownunder · 11 months ago

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A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 13

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader

A/N: I just want to start by thanking everyone for all the love on this story so far. Here's the next chapter, I hope you enjoy. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist.

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I wake up – still on the couch – to the blaring of my alarm at 6:30am, feeling a sense of deja vu. I curse myself for even beginning a fitness routine, even though it’s only been one day. But then I remember I have the opening shift today, and I’m actually thankful for the distraction. I quickly shove the half read and now slightly crumpled papers back in the envelope and into my backpack along with a pen. Now short on time, I slip into the first pair of clean clothes I can find and leave without breakfast. After impatiently waiting for the elevator for approximately 10 seconds I sprint down the stairs and all the way down the street to the cafe.

When I get to the door, the sign’s already flipped and there’s a lineup at the counter. I dump my bag and don my apron as quickly as possible while apologising profusely to Stewie who’s taking orders.

“Just get to work, the order’s are stacking up already.”

I do as I’m told and start rapidly making coffees, fancy hot cocoas and plating and heating treats from the display. I hand off the finalised orders to my coworker who had been rapidly cleaning the kitchen after Stewie’s busy morning. Through fractured conversations between orders I find out that the line up started earlier than usual after word had gotten out that a celebrity had dined here before Christmas. So far though, everyone seems oblivious that I’m the woman in the photo, or if they know they are just shrugging it off as me doing my job and serving him. I’m just thankful for the lack of probing and focus on turning out order after order.

Despite bringing the paperwork with the intention of reading and signing it during my break, with the influx of fans around me think better of it. Instead, I keep my head down and focus on just getting some food into my stomach during my break. After lunch I prepare to go home, when my coworker reminds me, I promised to work a double to swap my New Year’s Eve shift. I sigh, but nod, remembering the deal I made weeks prior. I retie my apron and set about delivering orders to tables. A few keen-eyed fans recognise me from the photo but to my pleasant surprise they just ask about what he was like and what drink he had. I claim to not remember as I serve so many people, but of course I remember every detail of that day, how could I forget?

After successfully evading questions all day and serving at least twice the normal number of customers, I’m utterly exhausted as I flip the sign. Yet, I push it aside to clean the whole cafe till it shines, still feeling guilty for being late and not helping with the early influx.

Needless to say, the paperwork is still burning a hole in my back and mind when I finally get home well after dark. Even so, I know I don’t have time tonight now. I need to spend the little remaining energy to completely finalise the plans for the Bachelorette party tomorrow night. I pull all the sashes, the dressup bridal tiara and plans out of the cupboard and lay them out on the coffee table. I organise everything in individual party bags; one for each bridesmaid and a special one for the bride herself. Each bag is complete with a sash, personalised hangover kit, and monogrammed cup in each lady’s favourite colour, along with the prepaid entry wristbands to a Moulin Rouge themed bar across town. The bride’s bag has all of that plus the tiara and a necklace with her birth stone and Future Mrs. Everhart on it. The whole event with all the gifts have me set back at least a few months in afterpay expenses – not to mention the drinks I’ll undoubtably end up buying on the night – but I know it will all be worth it when I see Stella’s face. She’s done so much for me, it’s finally my turn to attempt to return the favour. It’s after midnight by the time everything is completely ready to go.

Knowing I’ll be out well after it crosses into the new year, I force myself to push aside everything else and get as much sleep as I can, but not before deleting that exercise alarm. I figure that until I can afford to factor in a gym membership, I can be content with taking the stairs – which I already do most days – and being on my feet all day at the cafe. I shake my head at myself; already throwing away resolutions and it’s not even the new year yet.

It's well after nine when I wake up, which is the latest I’ve slept in, in a long time, but I know I needed it. I spend what’s left of the morning going through the NDA and finally sign it. I’m about to send a text to Jensen telling him as much along with an apology, when Stella calls. I know she took a half day today and tomorrow off completely to enjoy tonight, so I just know her excitement levels are through the roof. I answer.

“Hey bride-to-be! Ready to party tonight?”

“So ready! You coming over beforehand? Since you’ve kept it all a secret I need help with what to wear!”

“Always planned to. Uber is booked from your place after all. We’re all meeting there for predrinks and then heading out, sorry I didn’t ask, but I knew you’d be fine with it. I’ll head over soon. Nick’s Buck’s is tonight too right?”

“For sure! Sounds perfect! And yep! Though, knowing him I think it’ll be a pretty chill night. Mine better not be though, it is New Year’s Eve after all!”

“We’re going all out, don’t you worry! You’re gonna love it!”

“The other girls on board?”

“100 per cent! They love it as much as I do, and as much as I know you’re going to. Now stop fishing for hints! I’ll see you soon!” I hang up before she can try to push any further. I look around for something big enough to fit the party bags in as well as my outfit for tonight. After looking everywhere I settle on the box from Jensen. I rip off the postage label to avoid questions if the other girls see it and then take out the dress. I lay it on my bed and then pack everything into the box.

I manage on the subway with surprising ease, having managed to fit everything in a single box. I mentally thank Jensen for sending it because I really would have struggled otherwise. I sigh, he’s helping me in ways he doesn’t even know and yet I pushed him away. I quickly push away the thought, I can’t afford to think about any of that tonight; my complete focus needs to be on the bride-to-be and ensuring the best Bachelorette party she could ever dream of.

When I finally get to her place, I can tell she’s over excited because she opens the door before I even get on the porch. She tries to take the box but I hold tight. “Not yet! You have to wait until the others get here! Patience!”

She pouts and I giggle. She lets me in and I place the box down so I can pull her in for a much needed hug. Sticking to – at least some of – my resolutions and determined to make this day completely about her, I don’t say anything, but I relish in her warm comfort. When I pull away I take the box up to the guest room to take away the temptation for her before she drags me into the master suite so I can help pick out her outfit. I’ve been in close contact with the bestman to make special plans, so I know that Nick will be leaving before us, but I still want something that will surely overwhelm him at the end of the night. I’m also looking for something that will match the Moulin Rouge theme without ruining the surprise.

I explore her closet, rifling through her dresses, most of them are business casual, but I know that she’s a partier, so I just have to find those pieces. In hindsight, I probably could have picked her up something from the thriftstore where I got my outfit – which was surprisingly brand-new with the tags still attached – but I knew she’d have something appropriate. After shifting through and discounting her simple little black dresses, maxi dresses and short clubbing dresses I find one that I’ve never seen her wear. I give her a questioning look as I pull out the stunning, red sequined dress with a mesh midrift and slit in the thigh; it’s almost identical to mine except, mine is a deeper shade of maroon and is velvet instead of sequins. I can’t believe the chances.

“Did someone spill?” I ask as I hold the dress out to her.

“What? No? Is this a hint‽”

“When’d you get this dress then? I don’t remember it?”

“Nick and I planned to go to a fancy dress party a while ago, it was like a gala for a client I was trying to pitch, but that was when I had that terrible chest infection; lost the deal and missed the party…”

“That sucks! Well, tonight’s your chance. This is for sure the one!” I hang it on the back of the ensuite door before she leads me into the ensuite so we can both start doing our hair and make up. I turn on a party playlist to pump up the energy as I help brush and curl her shoulder-length auburn hair. She then returns the favour, curling and putting my hair into a half-up, half-down style with a bun, secured in place with silver and faux-diamonte pins. When I turn around and see her handiwork, I praise myself for buying the tiara, because she truly needs and deserves to stand out. We both then work on the base layers of our own makeup before helping eachother apply the finishing touches.

Just as we’re almost done, Nick appears in the doorway. “Alright, ladies…Trav’s here, I’m headed out.” He comes closer to Stella and goes to kiss her but she keeps him at an arms reach.

“Don’t mess with the makeup, it’s still setting. I love you, babe. Have fun! Let loose for once!”

He shakes his head at her with a fond smile. “I love you too. I’ll try. All I ask is that you be a little responsible, but have fun.” He leans down and pecks her neck instead, respecting her wishes to not mess the makeup. Then he looks at me, “Look after her.” I nod. Satisfied, he leaves.

I check the time on my phone; half an hour till the bridesmaids arrive. “T-minus 30 minutes! Time to get dressed and accessorise!” I help her slip into her dress carefully so she doesn’t mess up her hair and makeup. She swaps out her stud earrings for a dangly set that pair with a silver diamonte necklace. When she reaches for a sparkly headband I stop her, “I’ve got that covered.”

She sits on the bed to strap on a pair of silver, glittery stilettos and then puts the essentials – lipgloss, ID, money and her phone – in a matching purse before leading me back to the guest room to help me get ready. Her jaw drops when she see me in my dress, the resemblance really is uncanny.

She wolf whistles as she makes me do a spin. “Sexy! Let me take a photo! You have to send this to Jensen!”

“No, come on, tonight’s all about you!”

Despite my protests she takes both my phone and hers and takes photos of us both while I finish getting ready, putting my maroon block heels on, swapping out my jewellery for a fancy silver set my parents got me for my birthday, and then grab the quite pleasantly matching maroon purse I found at the same thrift store as my dress. The final step is to give Stella her tiara, I place it on her head, careful not to catch or mess up her hair. We both take a few more photos in the living room, at the bride-to-be’s insistence until the doorbell rings.

Stella drops everything and runs to the door to welcome in the two other bridesmaids: Felicity and Gabby. They’re both dressed to the nines in slightly revealing short sparkly dresses that resemble flapper dresses, Felicity in Gold and Gabby in a deep blue. I’d associate them a little more with The Great Gatsby but I know they’ll fit right in anyway; I saw that style dress come up when researching and in the movie that Stella and I have watched together numerous times. We all take more photos before I hand out the fancy gift bag. After gushing over everything, Stella pops out the wine and we each enjoy a drink out of the fancy, reusable, personalised cups. We also all put on our sashes and wristbands and take evenmore photos.

Before long the Uber is beeping out the front. We all pile in, just slightly buzzed, and joke around and converse noisily all the way to the bar. Stella’s jaw drops and she squeals the second she sees Moulin Rouge in flashing lights. “No way!”

“Yes way! I know it’s your favourite,” I tell her. She tackles me in a massive hug the second we step out of the Uber. We then flash our wristbands and ID for the security guard to skip the already growing line. Her excitement is palpable as she takes in actresses and barmaids and men dressed up in themed attires. A few men and a few ladies compliment our outfits as we push through the crowd to get closer to the dancefloor. Felicity disappears to get the first official round of themed cocktails while the rest of us dance and attempt to sing along to a DJ remix of the music from the movie.

After a few drinks I make sure Stella gets a dance with one of the professional performers and take video for her to relive it once the hangover wears off and she can’t remember a thing. The whole night, despite also getting lost in the fun, drinks and atmosphere, I manage to keep an eye on the time. It’s almost 11:30 when I start to try and move the party. I get the confirmation from the bestman that they’re also on the move, and start speeding things up.

“Another round?” Felicity asks loudly but I shake my head firmly and shoot her a warning look, trying to get her attention and remind her of the plan. Eventually she nods in understanding and stands up from the stools where we were resting after hours of dancing.

“Come on girls, let’s go get some air,” I say. Felicity joins me and Gabby finally catches on. Stella whines but obediently stands up.

“You promised me the night wouldn’t end before midnight!” she slurs, “It’s only half past 11.”

“Who said anything about the night ending? I just suggested a change of scenery.”

She huffs as we squeeze through the crowd and out onto the street. I ignore her pouting as I hail a waiting cab and show him the address on my phone, so as not to ruin the surprise for my best friend. My leg bounces to relieve my nerves as the driver swerves through the traffic. I know they’ll love seeing each other, but I also know Nick’ll be concerned about how much she’s drank. I can only hope Travis held up his side of the bargain and helped Nick let loose a little too. After what feels like an eternity of the girls trying to distract Stella, the driver finally pulls a park around the block from our destination at my request. I hope the little walk in the cold night air will help build the suspense and sober Stella up, if only a touch. I pay the driver as everyone gets out.

We take in all the flashing billboards, advertising all sorts of music, movies and appliances. Despite living in New York for years now, I rarely come into Times Square, except for when I do auditons. Coming from a small rural townin Texas, the packed streets make me feel extra claustrophobic, but I’m willing to push past that tonight for the sake of your best friend. So, I do. The four of us walk among the crowd of people all headed towards the same destination to watch the highly anticipated yearly ball drop.

Sure, to many it’s just a giant ball sliding slowly down a metal pole, but for many New Yorkers this is a rite of passage. Plus, what better location to secure my best friend her New Years kiss with the love of her life. I couldn’t think of anything she would love more. Thus, were shouldering our way through throngs of sweaty, drunk people – much like ourselves if I’m honest – to find the groom party at the agreed meeting place outside the Disney store.

As soon as we spot the boys, we start pushing into the middle of the closed-off street to get a better view. I watch Stella and Nick run into each other’s arms – or more like drunkenly stumble in Stella’s case – just in time for the countdown to begin. I watch in awe as the crowd calls out, counting down in time with the MC over the loudspeakers. My eyes flick between the ball, the crowd and my best friends. But as the countdown gets to one, there’s only one person on my mind.

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Taglist: @stoneyggirl2 @hobby27, @n-o-p-e-never, @deansimpalababy, @winchesterwild78 @kr804573

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thequietkid-moonie · 4 months ago

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Not forgetting him until the end

[ ONE-SHOT ] [ Ryoji Mochizuki ]

[ Persona 3 ]

⚠️ This contain spoilers

Idk why but I had the feeling that this is something Kotone would do, don't pay too much attention to me, its just a feeling

This was writen right after the event of the new year's eve so of course it was made with all the sadness of this world, maybe a little bit too personal but I think it is a really good one-shot, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it! 🖤🖤🖤

Ever since you were able to summon your Persona and become part of SEES you knew this wasn't going to be easy, fighting the shadows wasn't a game and you were risking your life everytime you went to Tartarus, but if non of you do it no one would be able to, people who doesn't have a Persona doesn't even know all of this

It is almost like the time and life decide it is the best to remind you the threat that is just even knowing about all of this truly is, the more time it pass the more you get to know and even the more you end up losing, being a member a SEES quickly become a complete roller coaster between the sorrow and the happines, but at least you weren't alone on this, the other members where there if you needed them

But no matter how much you went throught, nothing could have ever prepare you to what Ryoji Mochizuki could have just told you, suddenly he passes from that weird and funny classmate that just seem unable to say no to any girl to become the start of the end, not only the truth but also the way it was introduces was what makes this situation the worst case scenario

After being completely worried for Aigis passing to be confused by how he was able to stay normal during the dark hour just to heard that all you have done until now was not only useless but also your own condemnation, even Ryoji somewhat understood what all of you have being feeling in that moment, after all he was suffering just as much as any of you were, he wasn't more happy to give you some limited time to make a choise but there wasn't anything that could be done

For a while no one was able to say anything, everyone was noticible affected and it was completely understandable, this situation was so scary that you could feel yourself in the verge of tears just because of the frustration and fear, an inminent final was terrifying but killing you friend just to forget him afterwards wasn't exactly the best option neither

It took a long time of sorrow and fear but after a while everyone slowly started to gain more courage and confidence once more, making their choise and deciding to fight, if you were going to decease at least would be after giving you all to protect the people you care about and this world

Slowly everyone started to grow more motivated and to start to continue as always, growing even closer with each other with this new found strength! But then, in a moment your drift back to Ryoji, the last time you saw him he was as devastated as you were, the sorrow and regret was obvious on his expression and his face was even filled with tears, he was willing to die so everyone could have some peace, and, unlike you, right now he is all alone, he doesn't has anyone to cheer him up or just to relay on, he is just as scared and hurt as you are but he doesn't have anyone, he haven't even assisted to the school ever since that last time

After turning it over and over in your head you finally decided to take out your phone and go throught your contacts, maybe what you were going to do would just be silly and there are high chances that this wouldn't even work at all but it was worthy trying, you still had his contact, he gave it to you before knowing any of this, swallowing your nervous one more time before simply start writing a text and sending it before you could hesitant, it wasn't anything too extravagant, it was a simply a message from a friend wishing him a good day

Even when you didn't recived an answer nor any sign that he was reading your messages you just keep texting Ryoji, even if it was a one-sided conversation you just hoped it would help him feel less lonely, he was enjoying his time so much when he was simply Ryoji Mochizuki so maybe be treated like a friend like before would bring him some comfort, without noticing it become a custom to text him every day, you even took time to wish him merry christmas in a message and even make plans to celebrate the new year with him, you knew something like that was imposible but you could just pretend it will happen, right?

When the new year's eve finally came and Ryoji came back as he promised he would do, he looked just as devastated as when he left but, somehow, more determinated, ready to heard your choise, it wasn't until the choise was done that he was finally able to smile again, even if it was just to say thanks and goodbye to his friends

Before leaving and hesitanting for a moment Ryoji decided to look back at you and ask you about the messages, admiting that he had read every single one of them but never understood why would you do that, he was just bringing bad news and misfortune, why would you try to be so kind to him? Hearing that you just don't wanted for him to feel so lonely during this dificult times, specially when he still have friends who worries for him is something that shocked him, it make things even more dificult for him but at the same time it makes him so happy to the point that he is close to the tears

He take a moment of his last minutes to admit that your messages have truly made him happy, wishing you the best and asking you to please never forget him, even if he feels like he doesn't even have the right to ask something like that he hopes you won't forget your friend, with a bittersweet goodbye and a genuine smile he said goodbye one last time before leaving forever

But after not being able to see him again or that now you are more than sure that those messages will never been read for anyone again you keep his memory close, even when the promised day comes and you cling to your evoker, taking a last deep breath before stepping on the battlefield the memory of him will still be present, becoming one more reason of why to fight

#persona 3 #persona x reader #persona 3 x reader #ryoji mochizuki #ryoji mochizuki x reader #ryoji x reader #x reader #x gn reader #video games x reader

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my-castles-crumbling · 5 months ago

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Anon Advice Asks - February 5th

midnights anon, infinite anon (new), chickfila anon (new), outlet anon, Alabama anon (new), ⭐️ anon

Midnights Anon

Okay so I know I've gotten a couple messages from you in the past few days. I'm gonna try to answer all of them

For your oldest message- I'm so sorry your parents aren't very supportive. As far as your gender, remember that even if you choose to do nothing about it, it doesn't negate who you are. And it also doesn't change that you have time to figure yourself out. there's no rush.

For the message you wrote on Sunday - Honestly listening to your body and not listening to diet culture is SO hard. I still struggle with it every day. I'm proud of you for trying your best! And as far as your dad...he just sounds so picky! Did he ever work in the military? But yeah you're not stupid, that's....a lot.

And for the message you wrote on monday - you are NOT going crazy. But you do need help. Forgive me for needing a reminder, but is there any adult besides your parents you can talk to? A teacher, coach, therapist, anyone? I just want you to have a support system, you know? Also remember there a hotlines you can text and call, there's a list of them on my pinned post! And it's absolutely okay to vent to me, please don't worry about it.

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Infinite anon

Hi cas,

I really don’t know how to start writing this (it’s the first time I right an anon, idk why I’m so nervous, but either way).

So, imma give first some context cuz I feel it’s needed.

So let’s just say that I’m not the most affectionate person to exist. And well, we were having lunch, me and my family, and my father brings out that I’m not affectionate. I’ve listened to this just way too many times, normally I can control myself, but today I’ve just not been able to and I just get up and go to room and start crying. Then my mother comes and tries to console me and she doesn’t stop touching me. I’ve told her infinite times -emphasis on infinite- that I don’t like touch, I don’t know why but it just repulses me. And she doesn’t stop touching me, so instead of getting better, I’m worse. And through this, she keeps saying that I should be more affectionate, warm, loving and everything. But I think she should understand that she’s asking for me to be someone that I’m not. And I don’t how to communicate this more clearer as I’ve already done so and it has no effect.

Some time passes and suddenly she says. “Are you like this cuz you’d think that I wouldn’t accept you if I knew that you like girls?”

Ok, so this happens and I’m like, what? Like, ok, she accepts it, but how does she know? I mean, around the internet I’m really open so maybe she’s read a comment on a TikTok or something like that. Maybe she’s seen my Pinterest. But she doesn’t know what my TikTok or Pinterest accounts are. Does that mean that she somehow controls everything that I do? I more or less suspected it but I prefer to not think much about it. And also, anywhere that may say that I like girls it says that I’m pansexual. So she must know that. And I feel that she made the comment before with reluctance as if she didn’t want to admit that I’m pansexual. As if if she just said girls and didn’t say the word pansexual it wasn’t real. And I’ve spent a lot of time fighting with myself to come to terms with it. My family’s really conservative and I’ll never forget a New Year’s Eve that we watched first dates -idk if it airs anywhere else, but in Spain it is, as the title indicates, about first dates- and there was someone who was bisexual. So, point is, all of my family was making comments such as “all-terrain”, “2x1”,… And this now lives rent-free in my mind cuz if they thought that bisexuals were that, what will they think I am?

And I also just couldn’t feel more outed. I thought that one day I’d be able to say it and be brave, now I’ve lost the opportunity. I must admit that I thought that if people just discovered it it would be easier, it isn’t. Though I’m still not out to anyone else, so maybe I can do so to them. But that’s also a problem as my brother and my father make too many homophobic comments and then sometimes my friends, although they like to look like allies, they say things like “they’ve appropriated of many things that now I can’t use”, “why do they act like that?” and shit like that.

So now I’m just a pansexual-outed(I wouldn’t consider it outed but the fact that my mother knows and not because I told her makes me feel outed)-mess who also doesn’t feel completely aligned with being a girl, demigirl maybe, but I’ve never told anyone, except the internet. And I feel that if anyone knew, then I wouldn’t be supported in any way and I would lose everyone.

And I don’t know what to do cuz I already censored myself way too much around my family and now I’m doing it even more. Also, I feel that in the upcoming elections from my country my father'll vote to the equivalent of Trump here and I don’t know how to face that -i really hope he changes his mind-. And also, I’ve really started to doubt myself if I’m allowed to want to have boundaries regarding touch. Am I entitled to have sensory issues? I mean, I definitely don’t like having them, but there are parts of my body where I just can’t even fathom a light touch. I feel like my culture is too warm, and I just don’t enjoy it at all, sometimes I feel it too overwhelming.

So, all in all, I don’t know what to do with all of this and I just don’t know how to feel.

Just noticed how much I wrote. Well, if you just read it I’ll be forever grateful, I just had to write it somewhere and i feel that clicking the button ‘ask’ will make me feel much better.

So, thank you for reading.

Hi! First of all, you are ABSOLUTELY entitled to decide when and how you are touched, even if you didn't have sensory issues. You have a right to have absolute control over your body!!

But as far as what your mom said, that wasn't cool. Your sexuality is a separate issue. If you feel comfortable, I think you should tell her that upset you and you wish she brought it up at a different time. But if you don't, just know that that was not okay.

But YES please know your boundaries are ABSOLUTEY okay. Don't doubt that for a second!

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ChickFilA Anon

am i a bad person for wanting to live (a little bit) ignorantly so i won’t feel guilty about giving money to not good people?

(ex. I watch Disney still and eat chick fil a and listen to Taylor swift)

My brother is like a super activist and always gets mad when I mention liking those things. I do what I can like buying book secondhand but sometimes it’s just so much work and I would rather order it on Amazon.

I feel guilty when my brother points it out to me, but other times I just don’t care.

Am I a bad person for that?

Here's the thing. I love the people who are able to have the time, dedication, and resources to be super activists all the time. But honestly...and this might be a hot take...activism is only a PART of my life. I try to make informed choices wherever possible, and I think other people should too, but I also have to do my job, take care of myself, be in a relationship, etc. I am a thousand percent supportive of people who can put activism first always, but I can't always do this and I don't just people who don't, either.

Also I think there's a difference between some of these things...like yeah Taylor Swift has a private jet but she also donates millions to food banks. Chick Fil A donates to charities that are anti-lgbtqia. So to me, I feel fine listening to Taylor so I do, but less great about giving money to Chick Fil A, so I actively avoid it. It's relative, ig.

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Outlet Anon

Hey cas, outlet anon here. Man have I had an eventful day. So I ride horses, and today I was working a diffiult horse who's been on stall rest (bed rest) for a while due to some back and hoof problems. He did really well all things considered, and I'm really proud of him! I was able to give his owner a few pointers on riding him in the future and I might get to do it again next week. Anyway, I was riding in a western saddle, which is basically just the ones with saddle horns (the things cowboys hang ropes on), and I hit my thumb on the horn at just the right angle that a small piece got wedged under my nail (not at all the horse's fault) and fell apart when I tried to take it out. I put a bandaid on it anf finished my ride since it hurt a little bit but didn't constitute getting off early. My mother was with me (she likes to watch me ride) and she took one look at it and drove me straight to an urgent care. We waited for an hour (honestly, 'urgent' care? Please. The day those people are 'urgent' is the day I turn straight) before I got called back. Long story short, the doc couldn't get it out (he dug as far uder my nail as he was willing to) so he numbed up my thumb and cut a portion of my nail off (about a centimeter or so). I now have a bunch of shit wrapped around most of my thumb and have to replace the bandages every morning for a week. I get home and my service dog is like "wtf did you do? See, this is what happens when you leave me" so I let him sniff my thumb and the fucking maniac tries to EAT IT. Like... my dog is crazy, I've known that. That's why I bought him. But trying to eat my damn thumb, which is covered in some antibacterial shit that doesn't even smell like anything, is a new level. He chose my thumb over food. That dog loves food more than literally anything. I had to put his shock collar on so the gremlin would stop trying to devour me. So yeah, fun day :):

Honestly the fact that you managed to do that is impressive. I hope your thumb feels better soon! Also it sounds like your dog was rightfully concerned lol

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Alabama Anon

you know that feeling when you’ve got something you really need to tell people? Like you’ve known something for so long and you just want to tell the people you love and get it out into the world. But you don’t. Because you don’t know what they’ll think when you tell them. How could you possibly know what they’d say? Or if they’d still stick around? You know how that feels?

I feel like this currently. The thing I need to tell my people is that I’m bisexual. I live in a sort of rural area in Alabama, so a lot of the people in my town are quite conservative. I don’t even know if there are other queer people at my school. There probably are, but no one has said anything and I don’t want to be the first. I really want to tell somebody though, so I’m telling you.

I feel like I’ve got a pretty good group of people, but you just never know what people will think. If I came out to the wrong person they could tell the whole school.

Some of the people at my school already make comments about me. And some of the things they say about the other girls are absolutely disgusting. I honestly want to punch them.

I apologize for the length of this. It sort of turned into a rant. But anyways, I love your work. I really do like the stuff you write. It always makes me feel happy inside, if you know what I mean. Thank you for reading this whole thing, if you did. I really appreciate it.

Ugh yes I definitely know this feeling and I'm so sorry that you're feeling this way. Could you kind of 'test out' your friends first by talking about queer celebrities or something and seeing how they react? Just so you can make sure you're safe.

I hope you have a support system in your family or in other people around you. It's absolutely awful having to go figure out these things alone, so I am sending you so much love <3

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⭐️ anon

so i came out to my dad. it was kinda weird because he came into my room and basically told me that my mom knew that i thought i was bi and wanted to talk about it, basically he told me he would love me no matter what but he just wanted to know (which i was really stressed out about because he’s a pastor) so i told him that i was a girl and i think i like girls too and it went so much better than i thought he just hugged me and we watched a tv show together. i just wanted to thank you for giving me the confidence to actually come out and now i don’t feel like im hiding this huge thing from my family. i probably won’t be publicly coming out soon just because of our current leadership in America but i just wanted to thank you so so so much for helping me.

-⭐️ anon

AHHHH I'm so glad it went so well and your family supports you! I really wish we could say the same about the government, but it makes me so happy to at least know your parents have your back <3 I'm sending you so much love!

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6 anon

WE MADE IT TO STATES!!!

Also, I agreed to meet my dad for lunch.

JEY USO WON THE MENS ROYAL RUMBLE!!

AHHHH congratulations!!! That's amazing!! Keep me updated (if you want) on your dad!

#⭐️ anon #6 anon #midnights anon #outlet anon #alabama anon #chickfila anon #infinite anon #asks #ask #ask cas

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merrock · 6 months ago

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MID-MONTH PRE-HOLIDAY MOD POST!

As we are officially at the halfway point (ish!) of December, I wanted to post about a few important things to keep in mind through the rest of the month. Please read this post thoroughly and (maybe even consider giving it a like, though it's not a requirement or being monitored), so we know that everyone is paying attention and on the same page! xx

First announcement, the group will be lowly moderated from December 22nd through December 27th. I will return to full mod status on December 28th. We will not be doing acceptances during this period, and although I will log in to handle things like starter notices, unfollows, answering asks, etc. you likely will not see a lot of promo posts or extra stuff -- it's okay, please don't panic!

The activity check schedule will remain as posted about. Unfollows for the current check will be posted on Monday at 11PM. Past that, the schedule is as follows:

December 20th -- any writer that has not had a presence on dash at all since December 13th will be placed on check and face removals on December 23rd if they do not contact main or post.

January 3rd -- any character that has not posted since December 20th (two weeks), will be placed on check and unfollowed on January 6th if they do not post or contact main.

January 10th -- again, a lenient one. we will simply ask that all characters post activity during the week; unfollows will be on January 13th for anyone who does not or hasn't contacted main.

After this, we expect to return to normal, business-as-usual activity by January 17th. I do not expect activity rules to change, but if anything does, you will be informed of that before the check, I promise. Basic rule of thumb: be able to handle two different threads (preferably with two different writers, to avoid bubbling) per week on each character you play, and you're golden.

Some more 'in character' things that need to be addressed or kept in mind moving through the holiday season:

MARKET -- the market is up and running and will be through the 21st. please use the OOC post to generate some fun threads and ideas! reach out to message others as you are commenting, post open starters, just have a good time.

GIFT EXCHANGE -- we will be taking gift submissions through the end of the day on the 18th! everyone is welcome to participate, if you have any questions, please let me know. due to time constraints, I will not accept late submissions.

SEASONAL FUN -- don't forget we have tons of fun seasonal ideas for you to enjoy on our seasonal master list! it's never too late to start things, and some of these ideas can continue into January and beyond, too. if there is interest, I am happy to adjust the post after the holidays, as well.

NYE PARTY & POLAR PLUNGE -- we're not there yet, but we do have New Year's Eve & New Year's Day events happening in town, don't forget! you're more than welcome to start generating ideas there, but please keep threads limited to the event duration.

CHRISTMAS IN GENERAL -- if you want to post gifts for the holiday, please feel free to do so! we just ask that it's done in a way that dash isn't completely spammed out (if you have 10 friends, 1 spouse and 1 sibling, do 1 post including all 10 friends, for example, save the individual posts for the special gifts). I also want to say: gifts are not required, please don't feel pressured, even if you receive some yourself! if you do want to do something, no one is going to be mad at you for posting a pretty photo of red velvet fudge and tagging your friends and saying you baked, either, trust me.

During the holiday season, I just want to remind everyone to be kind. To each other, to us as admins, in character (silly as that sounds), just spread love. Like people's tasks and socials, participate in their opens, reach out when someone asks for plots and threads, make it a warm, happy little community. Some people may only be able to log in once or twice a week right now, others might have extra time on their hands and be around a ton. As long as we are all doing our best to keep our dash a friendly, inclusive place where people want to spend their holidays, that is what matters most. xx

p.s. during this season (and always, really), if you need to talk to me or let me know something as an admin, please do so directly -- message me or send an ask, I cannot guarantee I will see OOC posts or talk tags, but if you talk to me, I will help you out! <3

#merrockadmin

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thisweekingundamwing · 1 year ago

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This Week in Gundam Wing 26 October 2023 - 13 January 2024

Here’s the roundup for October 26th, 2023 - January 13th, 2024!

Remember to give your content creators some love! Be sure to join in on the events at the bottom! And remember to send in any new works you see or make this next week!

~Mod Hel

(Look, we’re just going to ignore the fact that I keep reminding myself to do this and then forgetting about it 10 minutes later.)

Fanfiction/Ideas/Snippets:

@lifeaftermeteor

The Pageant (a LAM sidefic) https://archiveofourown.org/works/52557262

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Family Fluff, Kid Fic, Post-Canon, Christmas Fluff, Post-Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Author Is Not Religious, Christmas, Not Beta Read

Christmas was always a big deal—even in the colonies—perhaps all the more so following the Eve Wars. This year’s holiday was especially important for their little family, however: Sousuke was going to be an angel.

@noirangetrois

A Not So Tropical Vacation https://archiveofourown.org/works/51336205

M/M, Chang Wufei/Heero Yuy

Teen And Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Alcohol, Broken Bones, Major Character Injury, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Heero being sweeter than Wufei deserves, Post-Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz

When an injury prevents Heero and Wufei from going on their long-awaited vacation, Heero tries to bring the vacation to Wufei.

@vegalume

Vendredi https://archiveofourown.org/works/51237895

Gen, Duo Maxwell & Heero Yuy

Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Sally Po, Zechs Merquise, Quatre Raberba Winner, Trowa Barton

Teen And Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Supernatural Elements, Possibly Pre-Slash, Angst, no happy ending, Ambiguous/Open Ending, mentions of other characters from the series, only tagged those who appear 'on screen', little OOC-ness, Horror-ish, multiple uses of the 'F' word

Duo's friends are vanishing, and no one else notices or even remembers. Only Heero believes him and together they try to discover what is happening.

@zaganthi @tzigane

How L2 Learned to Cope with Werewolves https://archiveofourown.org/works/52676311

F/M, M/M, Multi, Chang Wufei/Treize Khushrenada, Chang Wufei/Long Meilan, Chang Wufei/Treize Khushrenada/Long Meilan

Chang Wufei, Treize Khushrenada, Long Meilan, Lady Une, Chilias Catalonia, Vingt Khushrenada

Explicit, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Failed Arranged Marriages, Biological Weapons, Psychological Warfare, Werewolves in Space, Cameos

It was remarkable how many people assumed that being from L5 made him deaf. Possibly it was the security badge that gave them that impression, or maybe they just thought that allowing Treize to nail him meant he was on their side.

Overall, it was pretty stupid. No one paid attention to him lingering with a cup of coffee, they just went about their day and spoke where they normally would. He wondered if being able to fade into the background might be some form of magical camouflage. He supposed that was a realistic option, and there was no reason for them to expect otherwise. Not really. They didn't know him. So he was free to wander and listen and just exist for a while before he went up to the secured swipe card room to try to get a little rest and personal time.

Pleased to Meet You, Hope You Guess My Name https://archiveofourown.org/works/52675717

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Explicit, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Meet-Cute, Assassination Attempt(s), The combination meet-cute and assassination attempt, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

A third shot rang out, and then footsteps, and he wasn't trying to get away, no, not at all. He was coming closer.

Hell yes. It was a shame the guy was working for L1 or whoever had hired him because he would've been amazing back home. "Hey, hey! Don't fucking shoot! I wanna talk!"

That felt like a purely audible pause, followed by a nasal voice that was more a statement than a question. "About what." Like they had the time to have a discussion here. Somebody would have heard the shots by now.

Arts/Crafts/Photo Manips:

@artnijna

https://www.tumblr.com/artnijna/737927884519489536/rewatching-gundam-wing-and-thinking-about-the-2x5

WuFei/Duo, fanart

https://www.tumblr.com/artnijna/738980133321523200/baby-ive-been-to-spacebut-at-the-end-of-the-day

WuFei/Duo, fanart

https://www.tumblr.com/artnijna/738194483104153600/wufei-regrets-his-crush-some-what

Duo/WuFei, fanart

@duomaxwellandducks

https://www.tumblr.com/duomaxwellandducks/732635364086497280/both-gundam-wing-intros-are-iconic-and-anyone-who

Iconic intros, comic

@enelo

https://www.tumblr.com/enelo/739422142192631808

Relena Darlian-Peacecraft, fanart

@ghost-proof

https://www.tumblr.com/ghost-proof/730963271303233536/love-a-good-meme-thought-it-was-perfect-for-these

Heero/Duo, fanart

@idrawprettyboys

https://www.tumblr.com/idrawprettyboys/734925341882286080/i-drew-this-gorgeous-boy-on-a-cheap-supermarket

Duo Maxwell, fanart

@imperviousmelodrama

https://www.tumblr.com/imperviousmelodrama/736263532669190144/did-someone-say-pigtail-duo-pretty-certain-i

Duo/Heero, fanart

@incaseofart

https://www.tumblr.com/incaseofart/733362202305822720/treize-khushrenada-but-casual-clothes-perhaps

Treize Khushrenada, fanart

@lila-oh

https://www.tumblr.com/lila-oh/732714555363459072/happy-halloween-yes-my-participation-is

WuFei/Heero, kissing, comic

Mashiro Andy

https://www.tumblr.com/cruelangel94/733193774949384192/artist-by-mashiro-andy

Relena Darlian-Peacecraft, fanart

@nullphysics

https://www.tumblr.com/nullphysics/735275196278325248

Trowa/Heero, fanart

@sweet-rabbit

https://www.tumblr.com/sweet-rabbit/738637581503315968/i-came-up-with-this-randomly-today-like-15-minutes

Quatre/Heero, comic

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@tinyozlion

https://www.tumblr.com/tinyozlion/733873353488744448/i-love-when-people-put-together-frame-stitches

Clowns, frame stitching

@vegalume

https://www.tumblr.com/vegalume/735006366851334144/tis-the-season

Christmas tree decor

Fandom Discourse:

@lifeaftermeteor

https://www.tumblr.com/lifeaftermeteor/735089951081955328/i-would-swear-there-was-a-gundam-tumblr-floating

LAMs Lost and Found - find great info/world building here

https://www.tumblr.com/lifeaftermeteor/735699559547879424/with-the-power-of-friendship

@prettyboysdontlookatexplosions WuFei being ‘normal’.

https://www.tumblr.com/lifeaftermeteor/736341502701256704/lifeaftermeteors-holiday-card-exchange

Obviously late for this one, but know that LAM does this pretty much every year if they get people who want them. ^_^

@prettyboysdontlookatexplosions

https://www.tumblr.com/prettyboysdontlookatexplosions/734934388226326528/its-also-very-funny-that-we-get-an-episode-called

episode naming things

https://www.tumblr.com/prettyboysdontlookatexplosions/735022245112643584/watching-gundam-wing-as-an-adult-opens-you-up-to

how age affects how you view GW

https://www.tumblr.com/prettyboysdontlookatexplosions/735373187192422400/i-dont-like-ship-it-in-that-i-dont-care-about

Trieze & Zechs

@tinyozlion

https://www.tumblr.com/tinyozlion/736669800741421056/my-beloved-redsixwing-has-found-and-resurrected-a

A GW Archive should people need it.

gwpromptmeme

GW Prompt Meme event

Rules: https://gwpromptmeme.dreamwidth.org/408.html

Main Page: https://gwpromptmeme.dreamwidth.org/

Quotes:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/733281547591024640/on-libra-howard-theres-a-spy-leaking-all-of

Howare, Quatre, & WuFei

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/734821642313793537/incorrectgundamwingquotes-heero-dont-even

Heero & Trowa

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/734912407622844416/cathy-are-you-busy-trowa-no-cathy-wanna-do

Cathy & Trowa

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/733372201867362304/trowa-the-power-came-back-on-when-i-was-asleep

Trowa

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/733734724284088320/wufei-maxwell-just-pissed-me-off-heero-why-what

WuFei & Heero

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/736089974256058368/at-preventers-hq-heero-were-doing-secret-santa

Heero, Trowa, & WuFei

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/735908793762922496/wufei-reading-book-duo-wufei-duo-wufei

WuFei & Duo

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/736271216205283328/wufei-visibly-annoyed-duo-whats-the

WuFei & Duo

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/736724242945671168/dorothy-recording-on-her-phone-so-im-building-a

Dorothy, Relena, & Sally

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/736633591231037440/in-the-groupchat-quatre-good-morning-we

Quatre, Heero, WuFei, Trowa, & Duo

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/737901948172402688/circus-owner-whats-this-gap-in-your-employment

Circus Owner & Trowa

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/736814824240152576/texting-heero-what-should-i-get-at-ihop-duo

Heero, Duo, Trowa, & WuFei

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/736905574207422464/relena-are-you-going-to-be-part-of-the-problem-or

Relena, Heero, & Duo

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/737358389752070144/incorrectgundamwingquotes-wufei-trowa-can

WuFei, Trowa, & Quatre

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/737539619983376384/incorrectgundamwingquotes-heero-duo-duo-yes

Heero, Duo, & Quatre

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/735818328096047104/duo-and-wufei-arguing-wufei-makes-an

Duo & WuFei

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/738083194163822592/incorrectgundamwingquotes-zechs-you-know-who-i

Zechs, Duo, & Trowa

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/737992573856169984/heero-some-days-all-i-care-about-is-the-mission

Heero & Duo

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/738173868991217664/on-a-mission-oz-soldiers-come-out-duo-im

OZ Soldiers, Duo, & Trowa

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/738445694732484609/sharing-a-safehouse-duo-whats-for

Duo & Trowa

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/739351620230512640/duo-maybe-hes-born-with-it-or-maybe-its

Duo, WuFei, & Trowa

Calendar Events:

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompts for Friday, January 19th! https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/739456744765505536/cocktail-friday-post-responses-on-friday-january

In need of prompts!

@gwlemonyshenanigans

There’s nothing for it posted yet... but sign-ups are open. >_> Though the events calendar says they’ll be open next month... so I dunno. I just know I’m signed up already. *flails*

@thisweekingundamevents

Events Calendar https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/730188053636841472/updated-events-calendar

If you are hosting an event currently, or are planning on one, hit us up with links and dates! We’ll add them to the Calendar and reblog your notices to get the word out!

GW Holiday Gift Exchange 2023

Gift Roundup is here: https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/739404313112297472/alright-wingers-here-is-the-gw-holiday-gift

GW Valentine’s Event 2024 goes live the 18th! Be on the lookout for it!

???

GW Gift Exchange

There is another exchange being done now... I *think* it’s on dreamwidth, but I can’t find the convo with the person running it to save my life, but it’s on the events calendar with all the info I had...

Jan 15th - 21st is Nominations

Jan 16th - 28th is Sign-ups

Posting and whatnot will be in April.

Not sure if something will be posted anywhere on tumblr or not, but hoping I can get y’all the info for where and how when it goes.

#Gundam Wing #This Week in Gundam Wing #Weekly Roundup #26 October 2023 - 13 January 2024

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ask-richard-jackdaw · 2 years ago

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*a large package is delivered by a disgruntled snowy owl*

Richard,

In anticipation of Thursday, I wanted to send you some supplies. I brewed up some pepperup, wiggenweld and pain potions and invigoration draughts, just in case. I also packed some chocolates, for when you're once again able to enjoy food!

If you find yourself in want of company, or require help carrying supplies to the hotspots, do let me know.

Yours,

Elizabeth 🖤

My dear,

It's always a pleasure to humbly receive A letter from you on the rousing eve Of every Thursday when I am to turn I little more human: your presence to yearn.

It is true, Thursday is almost here and I've had such a wonderful time in the past month turning fully corporal once a week! I still hesitate to call it living since it is not permanent. I am, however, eternally grateful for even those fleeting moments I'm able to catch up on that which was stolen from me so early.

I must admit, I haven't actually met many students yet because I keep getting distracted on my way to the castle. It's either having some nice food at a friend's place and forgetting the passage of time, or my employer catching me in human form and giving me tasks here and there (I almost paid off that broom!), or running around and trying to see if I can get any period-appropriate clothing. Or at least an extra Hogwarts cloak — I still look like a 7th-year student! My family paid for my education that unfortunate year I lost my head so teeechnically I should still be eligible to finish my final year at Hogwarts? I should be sorting out all manner of paperwork but instead I worry about the colour of the cloak I want to wear once a week!

*Richard looks up from the letter to steal a glance at Elizabeth's portrait on the wall and then at the photos she took of him a while ago. His hair looks normal there but last Thursday when he examined himself in the mirror his hair still looked like ghost hair. No, it was not transparent but mostly white instead. Maybe ancient magic did not do it correctly that one time? Or maybe Richard focused too much on being a human and not on the details? But he rather liked that colour, perhaps because after decades of seeing himself as a ghost having white hair was in a way comforting. He would never admit to that, of course. Being human again terrifies him: if the papercuts taught him anything it's that his body is very much mortal. The topic of death starts becoming more and more unsettling to him as a result.*

I just looked at what you sent me and... Do you even know how wonderful and thoughtful you are? I will have to make sure to remind you of this every time I get the chance. I think the drawbacks of being in the land of the living are here to stay but at the very least now I do not have to be aware of that misery. You spent so much of your time just to brew those potions for me and I am forever in your debt!

And chocolate! Believe it or not, but I haven't had any chocolate yet, yours would be the first few pieces I've had in ages! Thank you!

*Richard whines a little looking at the sweets: he could almost taste her chocolate but he knows that it's just his memory acting up and he cannot actually taste anything. Still, the thought of trying them tomorrow warmed his undead heart.*

I think the potions will stay here in my secret room for now since I start feeling tired and sick closer to the end of the day. That way I can just stop by if I feel like I need some more energy. My Scribe managed to find some pillows and a blanket for my sofa last time so that pain relief potion will come in rather handy when the night falls: it'll actually allow me to fall asleep without feeling like my body is falling apart. At least I hope it wor

And I most certainly would love to visit some more people! If I don't get distracted by food again. Or fall off my broom again. I've also been dreading of going to the Olivander's to get a new wand... I feel so silly not being a ghost and only being able to cast basic wandless magic things...

Anyway, I hope our paths do cross tomorrow. Your potions will literally be guarding my sleep in the night. As for you being their creator, does that make you my... guardian angel? If it is not the case then I must assure you: you are a very talented, kind, and thoughtful witch, and I would choose your company over that of even the most beautiful of angels — for your beauty is the one I wish to behold not only with my own eyes but with my heart as well.

Yours forever grateful,

Richard

#richard jackdaw #hogwarts legacy rp #hogwarts legacy #cuffmeinblack #Elizabeth #[I am not sure I'll have the time for a proper rp]#[but the European timezone would probably already be asleep by the time I'm free]#[Still feel free to send in anything]#[I might do shorter replies on my breaks]#In anticipation of the #Real Boy Thursday

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dailyunstableeve · 2 years ago

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Dawn

Chapter (2/10)

Miguel O'Hara x My Oc (Eve)

°:. *₊ ° . ° .•°:. *₊ ° . ° .•°:. *₊ ° . ° .•°:. *₊ ° . ° .•°:. *₊ ° . ° .

“Don’t forget about the practice tonight,” Chris reminded Eve.

“Chris, you know I don’t go for practices,” Eve groaned, “those people are boring as hell.”

“What about your scores?”

“Oh wait, did you forget I’m the only one who keeps getting the best score myself?” Eve smug.

“Yeah, but what about teamwork?”

“I would rather believe the saying of, the most talented person is always the loner.”

“Oh my god, can you pick another bullshit for me?” Chris looked at Eve.

“Nah, that bullshit is my call,” Eve laughed, “don’t worry, I’ll pick you if my shift wasn’t long.”

“Okay, stay safe okay?” Chris looked concerned, “I saw what you threw away this morning.”

Chris saw Eve throw away a bag of blood stained tissues and bandages.

“Alright, keep your nose to yourself,” Eve flicked Chris’ forehead, “it's just a scratch from shift last night, no worries.”

“Okay, see you later.”

“Bye.”

Both of the best friends walked the different direction, now the best friends are separate, SpiderMan can finally observe Eve more closely, he has to wait for hours until their classes are over.

Eve had her new earphone on and blasting music, the neighborhood seemed to know Eve, all of them greeted Eve as she walked by and when she crossed the road, the cars just casually drove by her, as if they knew Eve could handle herself. The students seem to be scared of her but the others don't seem to be scared of Eve, rather than being very friendly to her.

SpiderMan took off his suit and mask, walking out from the alley like a normal citizen. Eve gave him a lot of suspicion and he wants to find out if his guesses are right.

“Hey, I heard your bathroom was leaking, do you want me to go help you fix it?” A man asked Eve.

“Oh no, did it leak down to Aunt Sally’s kitchen?” Eve took off one side of the earphone.

“Yeah, she came talking to me, I checked her ceilings and it’s from your bathroom,” the man continued.

“Sure, tomorrow morning? When I head to school, you can drop by,” Eve asked.

“Yeah, that sounds great.”

“Apprentice that, Johnny, what’s for the payment?”

“Ah you know it, my mom misses your cooking,” Johnny smiled, “everyone loves it when she has that big smile on her face.”

“I know, me too, okay, just give me a date and I’ll bring Chris with me,” Eve reached out her fist.

“You’re the best Eve,” Johnny reaches out his fist as well, they do a fist bump and Eve walks away.

Every five shops Eve walks past, at least three would ask her to stay for a conversation, most of them are just checking up on her, see whether she needed help or they have a job for Eve.

“Hi, I was wondering if you would like to do an interview with me?” Miguel walked up to one of the shops.

“Sure, no problem,” the shopkeeper said.

“I saw you and many others helping out the girl who walked past here,” Miguel started.

“Ah! You must be talking about Eve!” The shopkeeper laughed.

“Eve? Did you just say Eve?” The shopkeeper’s wife quickly walked out from the back side of the shop.

“No darling, just some interviews,” the shopkeeper settled his wife on a chair, “well, I thought the interviews about Eve had already ended for a very long time?”

“I just passed by, and I saw what happened so I was curious,” Miguel gently smiled.

“I see.”

“Well, would you mind telling me about what happened?”

“Eve is a very strong child, even though she was abandoned by her family, when one of us found her, she was crying in the back alley. Eve was just a 4 years old child, so when the news was out from this area, we decided to help her out,” the shopkeeper explained.

“What surprised us, she knows how to cook and act like a grown lady even though she's just a small child,” the wife chuckled, “this whole town is happy to have her.”

“Has anything strange happened to her before?” Miguel asked.

“Strange? Our Eve is no strange, she always looks after us as we watch over her as well, though, around her puberty age, she started to turn into a cold person, maybe it’s because she has to deal with the lady stuff so she tends to hide it,” the wife continued.

“I saw the cars just driving by her when she crossed the road, is that normal?”

“Ah that, people who live here and drove here, they were informed by Eve that they don’t need to stop for her because she doesn’t want us who’s working, late to work,” the shopkeeper said, “of course at first, we’re worried about it but slowly everyone seems fine with it, but it only apply to Eve, other than Eve who cross the road like her, isn’t our concern.”

“I forgot to ask, why are you asking these questions?” The wife asked.

“My job is looking for people who need help and help them, and I thought Eve needed it,” Miguel said.

“Oh, Eve will be fine with all of us.”

“Alright, thank you for answering,” Miguel smiled and left the shop.

After Miguel left the shop, he asked Lyla to do another deep check on Eve.

“I’ve heard so many voices before but she’s the most similar to Dawn,” Miguel thought to himself.

Miguel decided to go find Eve and talk to her for a bit but the news caught his attention, it’s Dawn, she’s on the move again.

“I need backup! Get as many people as you can!” An officer screamed at his walkie talkie.

A building from the other side of the city is on fire, while countless bodies are getting thrown out from the window, some landed on the bodies and survived but some just hit the ground and died immediately.

“Dawn.”

“Ah, SpiderMan!” Dawn seems to be waiting for him for a long time, “you kept a lady waiting.”

“So you start throwing bodies out of the window?”

“Oh, I just cleaning rubbish, they didn’t give me what I needed, so they’re useless,” Dawn laughed and threw another out from the window but SpiderMan caught the person before he got thrown out.

SpiderMan looked at Dawn, he kept having the idea that she could be Eve.

“Eve.”

“Who’s Eve? Christmas Eve?” Dawn turned back to SpiderMan, looking at him.

Dawn doesn’t flinch when she hears the name Eve.

“Let’s have a talk this time,” SpiderMan suggested, maybe this is a way to get to Dawn, since if he tries to attack her or capture her, it won’t work.

“Talk? No, I don’t do talking with heroes,” Dawn denied immediately.

“Maybe I can give you something in return, if you just have a talk with me.”

“What could you heroes give me? Money? I can just rob them. Whatever you offer me, I have all of them,” Dawn scoffed.

“Name your price,” Miguel insisted.

“Riverside park, don’t come with your suit, it’s eye-catching,” Dawn sighed and jumped off the window and disappeared.

That is a weird move for a hero.

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bennettsilberman · 7 months ago

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A Letter To and About Marina (Which was received incredibly poorly)

I saw Marina again on Bumble. I was debating whether or not I should even write this, let alone send it, so I pulled up our old text conversations, to try and refresh my memory, as to certain details pertaining to the nature of our relationship and the unique sort of pattern created by our brief collision, like, a year ago- for one night- sort of like how they analyze wavelength-whatevers left over from the Big Bang in order to sort of try and, figure something out.

And so I pulled up our old text conversations and saw the last message which was left on read was sent on 2/22. I have a soft spot for new age spirituality and angel numbers sort of gimmicks and whew boy did this do the trick.

I think it was Christmas when we met. It was definitely Christmas. I know it was Christmas because it was like trying to reach fucking Mordor trying to find a place in the city still open to sell me a bottle of wine. It could’ve been Christmas Eve blended into Christmas, or Christmas blended into Boxing Day. I don’t know. I can check. I could. I really could. But I cannot immediately recall the exact specific day on which we met.

I was drunk when I met her. I said I wasn’t but I definitely was. I’m sober now. Not like “sober at the time of writing this,” which, granted- I am. But like- sober sober. Like one drink is already too many and never enough type of sober. I’m also in therapy. I’m just writing this for you. I knew you got your whole family in therapy and it like solved everything and you sing high praises to the Lord as to the virtues of therapy, which I think I kind of scoffed at, at the time, but my days of scoffing-at-therapy are over and it’s like, fuck dude, I should have started this years ago.

There’s some woman watching TikToks full volume across from me in this airport. I just struck up a mini conversation with an old hippie, which ended in him expressing his wish to be able to go back in time in order to be able to prevent them from killing themselves, them being the Al-Quaeda terrorists allegedly responsible for the aeroplane-building mishap known colloquially as 9/11- and he sort of did a YMCA-esque gesture as he expressed this, obviously connoting 9/11, and its subsequent involvement in TSA, which, presumably, held him up to the point that he almost missed boarding.

There was a guy trying to chat up this girl on the flight and it kind of reminded me of certain aspects of my one night of courting you. Like how I couldn’t be normal over text and made such a big deal out of us kissing. If that was an anomaly over text messages than I cannot imagine how much of an aberration this must seem to you. To Marina. I’m taking Spanish now so I say it like Ma-rrrrrrr-ina.

I think every writer needs, like, a purpose or some motivation that keeps him-them-she writing. I promise I haven’t thought of you in a while- not, like, that- you’re forgettable or throw-away-able or anything like that. That’s not what I’m getting at. I just saw you on Bumble again recently. It would appear, from certain clues I was able to deduce, that you may have even deleted your Bumble and reinstalled it. Fret not, Ma-rrrrrrr-ina- for I have done the same thing since our brief meeting. Maybe twice, maybe three times- definitely not four though.

Is it possible for you to take this in the spirit of appreciation and not blood-curdling restraining order reminiscent “he’s lost it?” Perhaps. Perhaps not. I kind of forget what you were like. After I dropped you off I drove, drunk, back home and I picked up my gun and I went to Canyon and I, drunk, shot at a road sign a bunch of times. That sounds insane now that I type it. Perhaps this will terrify you. Hm. It’s only a Ruger .22, not like- a killing people gun. It could kill a squirrel. It could kill a person, like, if you were right fucking next to them- but- alas, whatever. That’s not my style.

I think we were both back for Thanksgiving. I don’t even know why you’re on Bumble. Maybe it’s different if you’re looking for guys but atleast, on my end, the girls on Bumble are like, the worst tier of girls out of the holy trinity of dating apps. Not to like, objectify or rank women or anything like that. You were like a diamond in the coal.

But I don’t say this in the spirit of like, oh, this girl I hung out with for a few hours is my soulmate and I still pine after her a year later. I’m not delusional. I say it in the same spirit in which we used to joke about marrying eachother, over text, before we met, and you sized me up, correctly, as kind of drunk and insane. My bad!

I don’t know where I was going with this. I might send you more down the line. I don’t expect anything from you. Out of all the failed flings or whatever I have endured- I do feel, for whatever reason, that you rank pretty low on the “willing to block me over this” scale and relatively high on the “able to appreciate this for what it is” scale- what it is being something akin to writing a message, sealing it in a bottle, and throwing it into the ocean.

I just saw your face again for the first time in a while and it made me think of you, and I had some time, so I wrote something about you, and I think you should see it. I go to school up in Humboldt and I’m studying English and I want to be a writer. I know you go to school down in Northridge. Something tells me you’re studying… journalism? This is a wild shot in the dark. The word count has surpassed 1000. This is definitely erring on insane territory.

Signing off for now.. Ma-rrrrrrr-ina

#essay #creative writing #writing

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turquoisetuber · 8 months ago

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Welp, I will leave this heereee

1. What kind of person is your OC in a crisis? Are they calm and collected? Do they panic? Or are they chronically the cause?

14. How important is friendship to your OC? Do they prefer to have one or two close friends or a large group of casual friends? Or do they prefer their own company over that of others?

15. What places hold significant meaning or memories for your OC? Do they have a positive or negative association with those places?

19. Has your OC ever had an experience with the paranormal or the divine? What happened? Was it a one time encounter or is it a normal part of their life? Did they find it terrifying or thrilling?

20. Has your OC ever done something terrible and lied about it? Did they run away or blame someone else for it? How long did they maintain the lie and did the truth ever come out?

gettin around to these!!! thanks for your ask! answers under cut!

"What kind of person is your OC in a crisis? Are they calm and collected? do they panic? Or are they the cause?"

for Hazel!

i never talk about hazel's crisis control abilities.. but theyre VERY good! hazel is a phenomenal leader and has led teams through battles and challenges since she was a kid, always being the head of her, jade, and everest's little adventures. however... hazel has a tendancy to cause crisises (crises? plural crisis). both these things cancel out well!!

"How important is friendship to your OC? Do they prefer to have one or two close friends or a large group of casual friends? Or do they prefer their own company?"

for Vander!

vander is interesting in this right, because he SEEMS like he can be all three. in his work, he prefers to go it solo-whether it be music, fighting, or his role as a gym leader-he typically works alone with very few exceptions (typically these exceptions are Jade and Ev) and if hes not close with you he can be sort of irritable if you interrupt him. but he's a very social guy-definitely a guy who has many aquaintences. but if you look into his life, he's mostly friendly just to survive-which has led to him making a few very interesting moral choices. seeing how he treats his closer allies shows a TOTALLY different vander. hes not just *casually* kind-hes one of the kindest guys youll meet. so.. he'd prefer a small group of true friends. friends who would accept him despite his bad decisions in the past

"What places hold significant meaning or memories for your OC? Are they positive or negative?"

for Jade! (because i couldnt leave her out this entire time..)

jade's most cherished places are her current home with all her siblings, and several places in dreamland.

to be more specific, the Halberd and the training room are both dear places to her heart because they remind her of her time with Meta Knight when she was young, and Castle Dedede is the same deal-only with her time spent with Dedede and Bandee.

whenever the Lor comes around she feels another piece of nostalgia-magolor is a dear friend of hers, thanks to all the time they had together-he even taught her more magic! and despite her first encounter with mags being.. less than ideal, she's still grateful for all the time they had spent together on that ship. even if he had lied to her.

now, for negative memories... jade is, to this day, sort of scared of the mirror world. (thanks dmk..) peri lessens this fear quite a bit, but she still avoids the Mirror World if possible.

"Has your OC ever had an experience with the paranormal or divine? What happened? Was it a one time encounter or is it a normal part of their life?"

for Everyone!

in order to creat the new heroes of yore, Morpho had to present to all the main 4 his offer of immortality for them and their loved ones. technically he wasn't supposed to do this, but because it was a matter of destiny and that the Aeon Hero himself had confirmed these four were his choice. So, naturally... Morpho and Galacta keep in touch with the team. The group actually tends to forget they're divine (morpho being the grim reaper and galacta being an angel), but in their defense, Galacta tends to forget himself, and Morpho admits he shouldn't be hanging around so much. (so... why does he?-)

Now for two specific answers... and one i haven't covered yet...

Peri has regular experience with the divine-she served under Dark Mind for half her life, for gods' sake. But she also met her *true* creator- an entity called the Glassworker. she has now regained control of the Mirror World, so if someone shatters, she speaks to them directly. Peri, needless to say, is not shocked by this.

And for Everest, he actually has a passion for ghost hunting! So he tends to interact with MANY spirits. he usually does this alone, though, so he's really the only one who knows the paranormal.

"Has your OC ever done something terrible and lied about it? Did they run away and blame it on someone else? How long did they maintain the lie and did the truth ever come out?"

for... Hazel and Vander! (both?! i thought these two were good!!)

truth is, i don't have an answer that encompasses both for ANYONE-but i can divide the question! so lemme rephrase it.

"Has your OC ever done something terrible?"

vander has too many experiences with making questionable choices-from sacrificing other lives to save lives of those he should consider opponents, to ratting out his best friend and putting him in a dangerous situation in order to save his own life... yeah, he's not a perfect person. he might not even be a remotely GOOD person. but he always did it out of fear. fear of dying or fear of losing someone. and he feels awful for what he's done. so he's okay in the team's book-thanks to jade.

"Have they ever lied?"

ohhh god hazel. hazel is a GOOD liar. but when she was younger she lied WAY too much.

hazel lied to the squidbeak splatoon about having prior experience, and she found herself lucky enough to posess skill that made her lie believable, and it was only when she admitted her lie to Callie that she was discovered-luckily Callie was so kind and understanding. then she didnt quite lie, but sort of.. left inkopolis for our earth's new york with zero warning. everyone thought she DIED. and that is how she lost her first girlfriend :(

she swore to me FAR more honest since then-and she has been!! she even repaired her relationship with the squidbeak splatoon! ..somewhat.

#BIG LORE HERE. HUGE COPIUS AMOUNTS OF LORE #kirby oc #splatoon oc #pokemon oc #jade starstrider #hazel starstrider #everest skybloom #vander stallard #peridot 'dj' starstrider

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violetsystems · 2 years ago

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I think my holidays are meant to be ruined just to advance thematic developments. I don't know how much more disturbed I could be right now about everything. But I did manage to cook a juicy turkey breast for myself. I've been applying for jobs hardcore the last three weeks. Rejections on Christmas Eve. I don't really have any support in the process emotionally or any real encouragement from my family. It's scary to me. Especially when everyone around me in this neighborhood judging me by my family and my racial roots. Part of what fucked up my Christmas was a conversation I had with someone I fear is suffering from early onset Alzheimer's. I don't want to say it. But I do think it out loud often. Can't tell if the forgetfulness and lack of attention to detail is that or just an expression of no one caring. It's hard when you love a parent to process that they might not love you the same way back. Part of love is accepting that but it doesn't go very far in my family tree. Had to be reminded that the last time I saw part of my extended family was 2016. And yet they celebrated my uncle's retirement on my birthday weekend last year. So I don't know what those kind of wishes really mean to me at this point. I did reach out to some contacts professionally. When I say professional I mean in the white collar world and not this dj, musical art fairytale bullshit. They did take the time to send a holiday greeting in an email. Not some Spotify year ended wrapped jpg on instagram. I watch more anime than probably anyone. But to think we're going to ride off into the sunset on drink tickets and no health insurance is dangerous. I keep hearing this repetition that I should apply for a warehouse job stocking food or electronics. When I apply for a warehouse job or even for Costco corporate, I just hear back "Why don't you apply to Costco?" Then expected to provide free tech support for a non profit and act like that's not qualified labor or experience. I feel the disconnect is now total performance. But it's more suffering. Like someone wants me to revolt instead of pointing out the fact that it all seems set up with people watching me on the property like they're writing a sitcom or a play. You are writing your last will and testament if this is what that is about. Personally I'm not mad that it makes me madder about searching for a job that I'm not meant to find. I'm not even mad that a family member has to scoff at the job I'm still under review for in which I asked their boss to provide me with a reference letter. He just wants to dismiss that it's even legitimate and go backwards in my career for safety's sake. He wants me to give up and there's a part of me that already has. On my dreams. On my goals. On my life. On my happiness. So people can just shut the fuck up about watching every little fucking thing I do. There's going to be a point that I prove that this is all fake. And I'm going to walk off the set with a coffee and a settlement check. Until then I just have to play like this is all normal and you really expect that famous and connected people offer legitimate apologies for anything other than psychological manipulation. They don't. My own personal reality show might be a little different. But believe me when I say to you that how I write on here is just expressing my impatience with how sociopathic people accept their lives to be. What terrible way to die. Knowing you relented to all this and didn't fight for your own freedom. Even if freedom is minimum wage at this point. Or staying away from drunk people talking about the future on New Year's Eve.

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lovebugmusings · 2 years ago

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200 mile (per hour) club {tangerine}

bullet train tangerine x fem!reader SMUTTY (minors DNI)

requested: n/a

words: 5.8k

a/n: I have had this thought for weeks since finally watching bullet train and writing this very much was a “fuck it we ball” moment. also canon is taken as a suggestion during this fic because in order for things to work, some of the plot must be ignored

This fic contains smut! I don’t normally post smut here, and have rarely reblogged smuts. But… i really wanted to write this and share it so here we are. The reader is afab :) and the codename is… a personal favourite 😅. the original idea/draft of this fic was sent to @jangofctts but as said above, fuck it we ball and the full fic gets written!

warnings: afab!reader, swearing, smut!, unprotected sex, fingering, mentions of masturbation (fem), p in v, bad attempts at northern british vernacular, use of the word cunt instead of pussy (not intentional it's just... it flows better), no proofreading we die like men, canon is a suggestion (aka canon variance),

pronouns: she/her

MINORS DNI. any minors liking/reblogging/commenting on this fic will be blocked.

(this is your reminder that i am australian and therefore use british english and punctuation. while i do make errors, often times it is a difference in english type)

You wedged your phone between your shoulder and ear as your partner, Evaline, spoke about the nuances of a cartoon they had gotten really into while the pair of you had been in Japan.

“Listen, Ev,” you handed the teller your crumpled yen notes with a smile - asking for a ticket to Kyoto - as you spoke down the phone, “I love you and am happy to listen to you talk- Arigatou Gozaimasu- to you talk, but can this wait until after I’m done?” Despite being partners, they were the one to stay in whatever hotel room you were set up in and work as your handler.

Squeezing between the crowds of people, you quickly made your way toward the bullet train station. You glanced at your ticket, checking the platform for the umpteenth time since getting the ticket to make sure you were walking in the right direction.

“You know that if I bottle this up, it will only make it worse when you get back.” You snorted in amusement, swapping the ear your phone was pressed to. “But fine, okay. I’ll keep conversation job oriented.” You thanked them just as you stepped onto the train.

Carefully, you made your way toward your seat, sliding down into it before unzipping your small backpack.

“So your target will be getting on the train in two stops, but won’t be getting off until Kyoto so you have time.” Out from the small pack, you pulled out a book, leaning back to rest against the wall and kick your feet up onto the joined seat beside you. The perfect way to carefully watch the aisle. “But you will be at Kyoto in about two and a bit hours. You read the briefing I sent you?” It was their not-so-subtle way of asking you if you actually knew who your target was.

“You sat beside me as I read it.” You laughed.

“Just checking.” Their voice sing-songed down the phone. “Last thing; codename.” You breathed out, almost hoping that they had forgotten and you would be able to choose your own. Sometimes you thought that Eva gave you your codenames to get back at you for something, or just to have a laugh from their end of the jobs. Only once did they forget and you got to pick your own codename. But only once.

“Alright, what is it this time?” You could practically hear their smirk as they replied;

“Angel.”

Between jobs, sometimes you and Evaline got to hang out and just relax. Although you were partners, you didn’t always get moments together were you could just be friends.

So you ordered room service of the most expensive wines and liquors on the list and got drunk together.

As usually happens, the drunken chatter turned to a game of truth or dare, asking questions that had never come up in your friendship or partnership before.

“Okay, okay okay,” despite already having your full attention, Eva tapped at your knee. “Truth or dare?” Although the dares were quickly discarded after you ate a full spoon of hot sauce and Eva nearly threw up after putting nearly a full banana down their throat, the question was still asked.

“Truth please.” You fell back as you dragged out the ‘e’ sound.

“What petname makes your knees go weak?”

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“Are you fucking with me right now?” You nearly dropped your phone. You heard the sounds of Eva throwing their head back laughing, and the short shriek as they nearly fell off their chair.

“Sorry, sweetcheeks. That’s the name you’re stuck with.” They reply between laughs while you let out a hum, half closing your eyes suspiciously. “Anyway, enjoy your book. I’ll check in with you when the target gets on the train.”

You felt your body shift forward slightly as the train finally took off from Tokyo station and you let yourself sink comfortably into your chair. The book you were reading was one that was worn from being dragged around for the last few months and many, many attempts to read it. So you had been taking every opportunity to read little bits and pieces when and where you could. You unfolded a dogear you had made in the page and continued reading the beat-up little book, the sound of the train speeding along its tracks becoming a soft white noise in the background.

Just as you flip the page, out the corner of your eye you see someone sit down in one of the seats opposite you. You let your eyes flick up to see who it is, and try to hide the way your breath catches as you recognise him.

His hair is a little longer, and his three-piece is all in place and free of blood, but you had run into him enough times to know him with the smallest of looks despite all the differences.

But you return your eyes back to your book, pretending that there wasn’t a reaction somewhere inside of you at seeing him again.

“I hope you aren’t here alone.” You spoke without looking up. “Nobody needs to deal with only one half of the Wonder Twins.” He let out a snort and you saw his fingers appear on the top of your book as he leaned across the table to push the book down. The forced movement had your eyes finally met his.

“Never go on a job without him.” He winked, doing very little to try to hide his smirk. You rolled your eyes, marking your page and swinging your legs off the seat to face him properly. “Good to see you again, gorgeous. Been a while. Too long really.” He looked you up and down slowly, as he spoke, tilting his head and twisting one of his rings.

“Not long enough.” You replied with a half smirk, and he raised a hand to his chest in mock hurt. “So, what’s your name today?” He leaned back with pride, opening his thighs slightly and folding his arms.

“I’m Tangerine, he’s Lemon.” You couldn’t help the laugh that broke through, and your hand shot to your mouth to cover the rest of the noise.

“Wow, your handler must hate you.” You said, shaking your head and amusement still present in your voice. Tangerine’s eyebrows pinched as his mouth dropped open a little.

“First, we have no handler, thank you very much, darlin’. Second, I thought the names were quite clever.” You raised your hands in surrender, tilting your head. “But alright, if you think our’s are so bad, what name ‘ve you got, hm?”

If you had paused, for just a moment, before you spoke, you would have realised far sooner.

“For now, I’m Angel.” When he repeated the name back to you with a hum, you realised. Somehow, Evaline had known he would be on this train with you, and that you would cross paths. They knew about the business flirtationship you had with Tangerine, having been stuck listening on more than one occasion, and they were also very good at remembering things, including you drunkenly telling them what petname turns your knees to jelly (and a man who sometimes also had that power).

Your mouth opened a little as you let out a small breath and silently prayed that he didn’t notice your reaction. Once you recomposed yourself, you reached for your phone.

“So, Angel,” Tangerine leaned forward and leaned on the table, flexing his shoulders slightly and you had to fight the way your brain gave you the image of him calling you angel while his shoulders flexed above you, “what’re you doing in Tokyo? Business, or pleasure?” You glanced at him over the top of your phone as you sent Eva an all-caps message of thinly veiled threats. Tangerine emphasised the word pleasure in both his tone and a slight raise of his eyebrows.”

“Business, for now.” You meant the statement more as you would be a tourist once the job was done, but the moment you stopped talking, you could see a particular look in his eye.

“‘For now, aye, Angel?” Tangerine’s tongue ran along the back of his top teeth, and your core tightened. You could only hum your reply, worried that if you tried to say anything your voice would break.

You notice as his eyes look past you, over your shoulder and down the aisle to the door. He nodded at whoever he saw - you assumed his brother as he never worked with anyone else - before looking back at you and tugging his blazer tighter over his shoulder.

“So sorry to love you ‘n’ leave you, Angel,” Tangerine stood in the aisle and ran his hands down his chest, smoothing down the fabric, “but business calls. Maybe I’ll see you later.” With a final smirk and wink, he walked away. You listened for the sound of the train carriage door opening and closing, before you let out a sigh and sunk down into your seat.

You hand shot out as you suddenly reached for your phone, Evaline’s number already on speed-dial. The moment they answered, you skipped over pleasantries, quietly yelling at them down the phone.

“How the fuck did you know he would be on this train?”

“Ah, so he found you, then?” You could hear the smirk in their voice as they brushed past your rudeness

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The first time you met Tangerine and Lemon, they were doing a snatch-and-grab in a warehouse that you were in the process of clearing. They had walked in, guns drawn, to you stood over a body in the middle of pulling a machete out of his throat.

The sound of moving feet and the cocking of guns had you freeze and look up at the men. You mirrored each other as you each slowly raised your weapons and took the other in.

They were in clean suits, ties gently tugged loose, and each had a plastic poncho tucked into their belts for easy access.

“Who the fuck are you?” The shorter of the pair spoke, his accented voice bouncing off the walls in the otherwise silent room.

“I’m not with them.” You lifted a bloodied boot and kicked one of the bodies by you as you spoke, joking and trying to gauge whether the new-comers were the backup or not.

“I can see that, love.” The other man tilted his head forward with a smirk, and you ignored the warmth that began to rise. “You just here for the kill?” You lowered your weapon, hoping that they would mirror your movement now that you knew they weren’t on the same side as the various men who laid in pools of their own blood around you.

“Take whatever you’re here for.” You gestured around to the doors behind you. “I’m just finishing up.” You dragged the machete along the inside of your sleeved elbow, cleaning off the blood before sheathing it at your hip.

You had walked out of the building shortly after that interaction, but the moment you met Eva in the waiting car, they turned to you immediately with a smirk.

“You good?” You sunk slightly in the seat and tried disappearing into the plastic sheet that protected it from blood and other fluids.

“That taller one was… goddamn.”

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It was the first of a half-dozen run-ins with the twins, each time talking more and occasionally helping each other when things got sticky. And of course, Evaline made comments about your attraction.

“Did you suggest this job on purpose or did you find out they were here afterward?” You were almost afraid to hear the answer. Evaline was beyond clever, and should they have wanted, they would easily have been able to made it into a tech sector of a government agency. But instead, they chose to work with you and use their brains for less than legal means. So it wouldn’t have surprised you if they had gotten into one of their phones, or seen them on one of the many cameras in airports and around Tokyo.

“Maybe this, maybe that.” Eva giggled at you, and you could hear the shiteating grin on their face. “Enjoy the view!” They sung the last syllable before hanging up on you, and you swore, slamming your phone down into the table.

You felt the train pull into the first stop and you let yourself recline back again and relax. You weren’t normally on edge during a job, it was something you had been doing since you were eighteen and while you had nerves and your brain ran a hundred-mile a minute, it was never something that had you feeling it in your fingertips and the back of your neck.

Though the edge that Tangerine had you on was different. It wasn’t one where you were wanting to look over your shoulder, hoping your reflexes wouldn’t be needed. But he had you in anticipation. Your body telling you that you needed him and was waiting for his fingers to graze your skin. And now he had that cursed codename to wrap his accent around.

With the knowledge that Tangerine was on the same train as you, the book was no longer of interest. You had to read the same sentence over and over before you actually absorbed it. So as the train took off again, you shoved the book away and climbed to your feet.

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“Please tell me that’s not who I think it is.” The twins jumped at the sound of your voice, letting out f-bombs as Lemon held a hand to his chest.

After making your way through train cars, exploring out of both curiosity and in case of emergency, you found the twins having an apparently heated conversation in the baggage area of their train car. They were engrossed in a seemingly heated conversation about ass cheeks. You weren’t entirely sure, only hearing the tail-end before deciding to interrupt.

On your way down the corridor, you glanced at each person in their seats, pausing for a millisecond when you saw the twenty-something with face tattoos angrily slumped in his seat.

The twins looked at each other quickly, then over your shoulder to where you were pointing with your thumb back down to where he sat before finally back to you.

“Depends on who you think that is, Angel.” You rolled your eyes at Tangerine then shifted your weight so that you were more fully facing Lemon.

“Are you idiots kidnapping or returning the homeless-looking White Death’s son?” In the cramped luggage space, you did your best to put your hands on your hips. “Because one of those is certain death.”

“Aww, you worried ‘bout us, Angel?” You let out a scoff at his comment.

“You wish, I just need to know how far away from you I need to stay.” Tangerine muttered a joking ouch and you and Lemon share a look.

“Returning ‘im.” Lemon ignored his brother, already used to and over his attempts to flirt. “Best of the best tasked with bringing him and his ransom back.” You cocked your head with a teasing smile.

“Oh, ‘the best’, huh?” You replied with a hummed laugh. “Well, if that’s all… best of luck with,” you made a rough circular gesture with your hands, “all of that. I’ll probably be seeing you later.” You stepped between the two men, though Lemon stepped further away when giving you space to pass through. You could hear their interrupted argument reignite as the door closed behind you, and you continued to make your way through passenger cars until you reached the bar car.

Inside, you saw a man clutching a bottle of dark liquor under a blanket, eyes hidden by sunglasses. You ignored him, not one to judge someone getting black-out drunk on a train, and stepped behind the bar, reaching around until you managed to make yourself a simple vodka and sprite.

Leaning on the bar counter as you sipped your drink, you took in the unconscious man. You almost choked on your drink as you realised who it was. The Wolf. You scrambled to pull your phone out of your pocket, speed dialling one of the only contacts you had in your phone.

“Eva, we have a problem.” You carefully walked over to the Wolf as you spoke, noticing the blood on his hands and the lack of movement under the blue blanket. “Wolf got on the train early.” You quickly went back to the counter and swapped out your now-empty glass for a pair of ice tongs. Using the tongs, you moved the blanket away from the Wolf and found staining the white of his suit was a pool of dark blood, entry wound clear as day. “And it looks like somebody got to him first.”

“What do you mean? No, that’s not possible.” You could hear Evaline frantically type as they spoke. “God fucking dammit.” They sighed. “Fine just… take a photo of his body. Hopefully we can convince them that you killed him so we can still get paid.” You did as you were told, knowing that you would have to spin this in a way that would not end up with the pair of you getting killed for lying.

After taking the photo you moved the blanket back to where it had rested, not wanting whoever killed him to know their victim had been found.

“I guess you can sit back and enjoy the rest of the ride now.” Eva sounded defeated as they spoke. You hummed in agreement, then turned and left the car to return to your seat.

On your way back to your original car, you saw a stressed looking Tangerine walking toward you. It took him a moment to see you as he checked each person sitting down while he walked, and when he did the stress fell from his expression and was replaced with a cocky smirk.

“Angel!” The way he said the name sent a pulse to your core, but you refused to acknowledge it, not wanting to show him the effect the petname combined with his accent had on you. “Good to see you, gorgeous.” He finally reached you, barely a step in front as he looked down at you. “What’s up?”

“My job on this train’s been done.” You shrugged. “Get to enjoy the ride to Kyoto.” The corner of Tangerine’s mouth quirked.

“Wanna give me a hand with mine?” You couldn’t tell if the offer was serious, or if it was a friend or potential business partner. But there was a greedy and horny part of your brain that wanted to spend as much time with him as you could before leaving Japan.

“Oh you must be in a lot of trouble to need my help.” You turned around, beginning to walk back in the direction you had just come from. “Who’re we looking for?” You felt him come up close behind you, the brush of his hand against yours.

“Can’t get enough of me, huh, Angel?” Tangerine’s voice was low in your ear, his breath hitting flyaways. Your breath hitched for a moment hearing his voice so deep and close to you. Then just as quick as the invasion of personal space came, he was gone again. “Some geezer in a bucket hat with thick rim glasses. Stole som’ing from us.” You thought you were imagining the sound of a smile in his voice, attributing it to his usual cocky demeanour.

As you walked together, you and Tangerine spoke about yourselves - as best you could without revealing too much about your personal identities. You were quick to notice the way he would always include at least one “angel” in each sentence, saying it slightly differently each time.

You felt Tangerine slide his hands onto your hips from behind, holding your breath as he leaned down and whispered into your ear.

“Maybe once this is all done, we can spend some time together, Angel.” You spun around and felt his hands slide across your covered skin as you did, trying to compose yourself. Your body betrayed you though, your thighs very obviously squeezing together slightly, caused by the way he all but moaned the name into your ear.

“Fuck it.” You stepped back, letting his hands slide away, then grabbed one of his blazer lapels, dragging him the short walk to the cramped train bathroom. He made a surprised noise but made no effort to fight you.

You pushed him down onto the closed toilet, turning to lock the stall door and spun on your heel to look at him. Tangerine had his legs spread, showing off his thighs as he let his hands rest on his upper thighs. He had a smirk on his face, only breaking it to poke out his tongue and lick his lips. You dragged your bottom lip into your mouth slowly, biting it gently.

“Well fuck, love.” You dropped your lip with a short exhale, feeling that last little bit of resolve crumble. In the cramped bathroom, it only took you two steps to get to him, but you paused just in front of his thighs. “You’re welcome to sit.” Tangerine closed his thighs and brought his hands back to your hips, thumbs pushing up the fabric of your shirt to expose peaks of skin. You stepped forward, guided by his hands, and sat down on his strong thighs.

It was the closest you had ever been to him, and the smell of his aftershave mixed with the feeling of his thumbs on your skin had you using what little resolve you had to stop your hips from rocking, grinding down to create any sort of friction.

Tangerine had tormented you since he found you with your codename, and you could feel your heartbeat in your core grow each time he said it. It was cruel, how much he made you need him.

Your hands refound their home on his lapels, pulling that last small gap closed to bring his mouth to yours.

The kisses were hungry, desperate. Breathing each other in relief at finally having the intimate contact. Tangerine brought one hand up to the back of your neck, applying pressure with his thumb where your jaw met just below your ear. He used the change in hand placement to bring you even closer to him, and you let him, greedily shifting your hips closer to him with a slight grind. He hums out a groan against your mouth and you feel the tightening of his dark slacks. His mouth moved to your jaw and neck, leaving mouthy kisses against your skin. You let your hips continue to rock against him, noticing his own hips move slightly underneath you. Moving your hands away from his blazer briefly, you made light work of the buttons on his white shirt, loosening his tie so it hung undone around his neck.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this, Tan.” You knew it was pathetic, confessing your long-term attraction for the British assassin. His fingers dug into your skin lightly at your words.

“Feelin’s mutual, Angel.” His words were low against your skin before he quickly moved away from you. “Hold tight.” You tightened your grip on his blazer, quickly wrapping your legs around him as he stood up in the small bathroom space.

Tangerine in his haste all but dropped you on the sink counter, and you let your legs fall from around him. One of his hands moved down and began its work undoing your jeans, running the backs of his fingers along your stomach and hips so he could feel the soft skin there, and you shivered at his touch and the sudden cool of his rings.

When his hand made it to your hip, his other moved down to mirror it, two fingers on each side and tucked under your waistbands.

Your hands slid to his shoulders and you watched through hooded eyes as Tangerine gradually moved down to a low squat, taking your bottoms with him. You shivered both from the cool of the train air conditioner and the way he was staring at you. As he stood, you kicked off your shoes and pants, allowing you to reopen your legs fully and allow Tangerine back into place, his hips pressed against yours.

His mouth was quick to return to yours, eager to nip at your bottom lip and distract you from the cold of his rings and the feel of his hand sliding its way up your thigh.

You jolted when his thumb started rubbing light circles around your clit, whimpering into his mouth at the sudden change in stimulation.

“Tan.” You sighed out his name against his mouth and to your relief, he began to move his thumb faster, adding a little more pressure as he did. You could feel him smirk against your mouth, and you retaliated by bringing one hand to the back of his neck and weaving fingers through his curls, giving them a slight tug. Tangerine grunted, pulling away while you held his lower lip gently between your teeth.

“All good, Angel?” You hummed out an affirmative, knowing your voice wouldn’t hold, not when his thumb never stopped moving.

Gradually, his hand moved down until Tangerine’s fingers were met with your building slick. You sucked in a harsh breath as he swiped two fingers up your cunt, collecting as much of the fluid as he could. He pulled his hand completely and you watched as he stared in fascination and you followed his line of sight to see as Tangerine rubbed his thumb and forefingers together, pulling away occasionally to see tiny strings connect his fingers.

At the feeling of your eyes on him, Tangerine’s own flicked up to you. With a smirk, he quickly returned one hand to your core and the other sat on your bare hip, the hem of your shirt bunching on his wrist. Distracting you with a tight squeeze of his hand on your side, he slid a finger into you, dragging it out slowly only to quickly replace it with two fingers.

Your head fell back against the mirror behind you and your mouth fell open, as Tangerine began an almost torturous paced drag of his fingers in and out of your cunt, matched by the movement of his thumb on your clit. Your hands blindly grabbed at his arms and shoulders, while Tangerine left open-mouthed kisses against your neck and jawline.

As your nails dug into your skin, Tangerine moved between stretching his fingers inside of you, curling them upward to draw a broken moan from your throat, and pulsing his fingers in and out of you at an ever changing pace. He licked up the column of your throat as you whined out his name, and with every movement he made, he seemed to be trying to figure out which sound was his favourite.

The wet sounds of his fingers working you were all but drowned out but your moaning and whining and pleading.

“Tan, please-” your beg was cut off by the feeling of his spit hitting your cunt, adding an extra fluid into the mix quickly coating his hand, “need more.”

“I’ll fuck you properly in a minute, angel, promise.” You felt his low voice against your jaw. “Want you to cum on m’ fingers first.” Despite his generally cocky attitude, Tangerine wasn’t mean. He wasn’t going to get you so worked up with his fingers not to let you cum.

Your grip on his arms tightened, desperate to grab onto something as Tangerine’s brutal pace never slowed. You felt the knot get tighter and tighter and your eyes rolled back, unable to bring your head up off the mirror behind you. With a broken moan, your cunt tightened in pulses around his fingers before finally the tightness let go. Tangerine’s fingers and thumb never stopped moving, greedily working you through your orgasm as your chest heaved and whines and moans bounced around the tiny bathroom.

Tangerine slowly pulled his fingers out and you whined as he did, still sensitive. Once you managed to bring your head up and reopen your eyes, you were met with the glorious sight of Tangerine lazily sucking his fingers clean, eyes half lidded at the taste.

“Angel, that was the most gorgeous thing ‘ve ever seen.” Your cheeks warmed at his words. “And you taste just…” Tangerine let out a short hummed moan, the only description he could think of.

You reached out with slightly shaky hands, pulling him close enough that you could reach down and undo his belt, letting you at the fastenings of his slacks. Once they were undone, you moved your hands up slightly, unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way and pushing it back so you could drag your hands across his stomach. Your mind was still lightly foggy and you almost couldn’t believe the sight was real.

Not that you would ever admit it, but there were more than a few nights where you had dreamt of what shirtless Tangerine would look like. And more than a few where your fingers had worked while you imagined they were his. But reality was so, so much better.

Tangerine pulled you from your thoughts with his thumb gently running across your bottom lip.

“Still wi’ me?” There was a softness in his eyes, and his cocky smirk had dropped.

“Yeah. Still here.” Your words were soft, and Tangerine smiled.

With your hands still resting on his stomach, Tangerine reached down with his free hand, the other still holding your jaw, and thumbed away the elastic of his underwear to pull out his cock. You watched for a moment as he gently stroked his already hard cock, before pushing his hand away with one of your own, taking his cock in your hand and slowly gliding it up and down. You felt the weight, the veins, and your eyes flicked up to see his roll back for just a moment.

You slide your hand up from his stomach to his chest, and gently lean forward to nip at his jaw. As you do, however, you slip back slightly, and fall into the small sink. You let out a tiny shriek as you fell, and Tangerine’s eyes darted open. He lets out a snort and an amused breath falls from your lips. You shook your head, taking your hands away from him completely to place them on the counter and pushed yourself out of the sink.

“You all good, Angel?” Tangerine put no effort into hiding his amused smile and you rolled your eyes.

“Maybe the sink isn’t the best place for this.” A shit-eating grin made its way onto Tangerine’s face.

Before you could react, Tangerine pulled you toward him and you immediately locked your legs around his waist. You both let out quiet moans as his cock brushed against your slick-coated cunt, the friction against your clit encouraging you to roll your hips again.

He picked you up as you ground against him and took two steps so your back met with the wall. Once you were pressed firmly against it and Tangerine knew that you wouldn’t fall, he moved one hand down and adjusted his cock so that he head pressed against your cunt. He dragged it up and down a few times, collecting your slick and cum as lube, before pressing in.

Although he had stretched you nicely with his fingers, Tangerine’s cock pushed in far further, and you whined at the tight feeling of him stretching out your cunt. He moved slowly, letting you adjust to his size, until finally he bottomed out. Tangerine rolled his hips, not pulling out very far but still creating a nice friction while you got used to the full feeling.

With a gasp of his name, you told him to move. And move he did. At an almost blinding pace, Tangerine pulled out until just his tip was inside of you, before pushing all the way back in. He braced himself with one hand squeezing the underside of your thigh, and the other pressed firmly against the wall beside your head.

Your cunt squeezed around him as he moved. Although you both wanted to take your time and enjoy this at a slower pace, you were on a bullet train and he had a job to finish. So as fast as his hips would allow him, Tangerine ploughed into you.

Once again, your head fell back against the surface behind you with a light thud, and Tangerine immediately returned to his assault on your neck and anywhere he could reach. You knew that in an hour, all the skin on your neck and jaw would be coloured purple and red, hickeys blossoming all across the skin. And while you knew the comments you would get from Eva and the looks you would get from other passengers, you didn’t care.

Leaving one hand to scratch at Tangerine’s chest and shoulder, you brought the other down to rub circles on your clit.

Against your skin, you felt the low rumble of Tangerine’s moans and gasps, and you clenched around his ever-moving cock trying to coax as many of those sounds out of him as you could.

“Close, Angel.” It took you a moment to realise that he wasn’t asking if you were close again, but was warning you that he was, and your nails ran down his chest at the realisation.

“In me.” While it wasn’t a full sentence, it was the best you could muster as he piledrived into you, leaving fingertip bruises on your thigh. Tangerine let out a broken moan at your words, more than happy to oblige.

His hips began to stutter and you sped up your fingers against your clit, not wanting to be left with a built up orgasm for too long after his. After two particularly short thrusts, Tangerine’s hips froze and his head fell against your shoulder as he came inside of you. Not long after he had finished, your cunt clenched around him as you came again, high-pitched moan falling from your lips.

Tangerine slowly dragged his cock out of your sensitive cunt, and you whined at the feeling. He gently sat you down back on the sink counter, knowing your legs would likely betray you. After using some toilet paper to clean off his cock, Tangerine gently pushed himself back into his underwear, glancing down at the stain you had made. You tiredly smirked, only to flinch as he brought over some clean toilet paper and as gently as he could, cleaned up much of the fluids that had made it onto your inner thighs.

You sighed contentedly once you were clean, and happily accepted the gentle peck on your lips.

“Once I’m done with this job,” Tangerine spoke softly as he picked up your discarded bottoms and guided them up your legs, kissing the skin before it was covered as he made his way up, “I’m takin’ you on a proper date.”

mutual tagging: @websterss @jangofctts (i know i tagged you already but you're also now a mutual so two tags!) @faeology

post fic note: although i do not condone cheating nor the invasion of the private lives of celebrities, i DO condone aaron (allegedly) cheating on his crusty-ass, groomer wife with his bullet train costar joey. (also a couple of my warnings read like ao3 tags but they do still count as warnings so... leave me lmao)

reblogs and kind words are always appreciated

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respectthepetty · 2 years ago

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Since I decided the best way to make it through Our Skyy 2 with minimal damage is to drink my way through it, welcome to the seventh round of

CockTails in the Skyy!

This week's drink is TWO drinks because we have a crossover! I have The Colors Mean Things for the first day of Pride

and Sleigh What?:

Prosecco because all I hear is Jessie Ware's "Champagne Kisses" when I see Pat and Pran

coconut water for episode 11's cake by the ocean (sex on the beach)

mint for that refreshing Pran smell that Pat loves

Christmas glass because it feels like Christmas getting this crossover and never forget Pat was shot on Christmas Eve!

I rushed home to watch these because I already know too much about these episodes, yet still understand nothing at all. Let's get drunk, sluts!

Bottoms up!

This recap of the series is unnecessary since Tumblr people will not allow me to forget a second of this show.

Wai x Korn. We all wanted it, but I STILL want it.

Pat gave in too easily. Like at least make Pran state the reasons they deserve the space.

InkPha are disgusting, and I love it.

"Throwing a hot potato at me" - This is going in my phrase book.

I already stated it in a separate post, but the return of the COLORS is glorious!

Dog and Cat. One just wants to love and the other is annoyed by it.

Why would Korn be downloading porn? Do people still do that? Seems very old school when we can simply stream it at our convenience.

I don't like that Pran is smiling as porn is showing on the screen while his boyfriend is going up in flames, then telling Pat the porn wasn't the issue. My man, it was definitely the porn.

This discussion about being creative is for some of y'all who don't see that the colors mean things, and instead simply see a red shirt. Too logical.

A quick warning about intellectual property. I appreciate it.

With that tent, this could've been a Not Me crossover.

I don't know if he really said "honeymoon" or that was just the translation, but that shit was cute.

They all know Pat is still with Pran! I love that he doesn't have to lie to them.

What a dumb joke about only an elevator can take him down. I love Pat the most.

Wait, it might be the drink(s), but Korn said they had to mislead Pat to get him out of the house away from his boyfriend, but now they are all saying Pat and Pran aren't boyfriends. ¿Cómo?

Ouch. I'm not feeling this episode the way some of y'all are feeling it. This kinda hurts, y'all. It feels mean. And not just what Pat said, but also the way Pran overly reacts to it by leaving Pat behind.

Can you imagine the bachelor party if this was just a normal night with the guys?

Y'ALL! I'm upset. Pat wanted another honeymoon, but Pran left him behind. I know Pran has some blame here, but . . . I don't know.

About 4-5 hours, IF you don't get LOST! That's why we use the buddy system, Pran!

Pran is so lucky this is a kind BL because getting into a car in the middle of nowhere would end differently in another show.

Yod apologizing for things beyond his control is why he is a GOOD MAN!

Tian was young too! He just had a heart condition! Why do they keep trying to age EarthMix up so much?!

"Are you going to beat me with that?" YOD, I LOVE YOU!

THE REVEALS WERE PERFECT!

I already have the second drink on deck! ON TO A TALE OF THOUSAND STARS!

Phupha is down yet Tian is death staring Pran and asking "What business do you have with my man?"

"Drink some water!" - I feel every episode knows what shenanigans I'm up to and is directly speaking to me.

Pran's presence interrupted their fight, so now Tian death stares again but this time asking "What business do you have with me?" Tian is done with Pran before he even started.

Oh, shit! They are really fighting!

I LOVE THIS!!!!!! Tian is so pissed!

"Faen! Faen! Faen! Faen!" Tian is going to murder Pran, and let that serve as a reminder why we don't leave our buddy Pat behind!

"KAMPUNG!" - These are public education teacher problems front and center on full display.

Phupha won't see Tian's parents?! Homie, the dad hired you to follow his son around. You're already family!

The dialogue keeps delivering. Pat and Pran's "Hey, girl, hey" was so aggressive and filled with tension.

Tian clocks the gays, while Phupha is fully invested in the meal.

Earth and Mix serve FACE so well! Just pure rage brewing under there.

I don't want them fighting, but golly I sure do love it! "Did my dad tell you to sleep with me too?! NAH! Didn't think so!"

I like that Pat was only there for support and kept looking to Pran when shit was going down. That's a good boyfriend!

Yod throwing out all the business! "Sometimes Tian sleeps here, sometimes Tian sleeps there, and sometimes he threatens to never come back. Oh, and don't need anything from me. I ain't helping you."

This is now turning into an appreciation post for this script because it's fire! "Help me by SHUTTING UP!"

PAT, WHY ARE YOU SABOTAGING THIS, BABE?!

Ohm , I did not expect that body since you slimmed down! Force, Pond, Neo, and Ohm. Do y'all work out together?!

This argument is really the fans arguing about who fell first and who fell harder. Listen, all I care about is that they BOTH FELL AND CAN'T GET BACK UP!

Earth and Mix looked warm last time, but Mile and Apo had to freeze and so do Nanon and Ohm. These poor men and these freezing waterfalls.

Pat asking the questions that matter - "When did you see the Chief's body, Pran?!" Pat has his priorities straight.

It's 64 degrees, so Pat has the right idea. Physical activities help you stay warm.

Kampung is a hustler. I love little hustlers.

Pat called Pran his boyfriend in front of all these strangers!

Neung and Tian throwing themselves at Palm and Phupha, and admitting it keeps me hydrated.

"Set up the mosquito tent" is code for sexual activities. *pushes my glasses up on my nose*

Head empty. Just Phupha glaring at a smiling Pat. NOW KISS!

Drunk Tian is accurate. My friends feel the most empowered and want to go on long journeys to dangerous places when they have been drinking. Dumb, but accurate.

Phupha and Pat waking up together. YES!

Earth and his tattoos are my favorite I SPY adventure.

Oh, thank goodness, Tian and Pran didn't fall!

Phupha looks worried pissed and Pat looks worried scared. Phupha is gonna find Tian and yell, but Pat is gonna find Pran and cry. Hopefully this journey will teach ALL of them a lesson, and Pran says he is sorry and so does Phupha because the same boys (Tian and Pat) can't keep apologizing.

I can't properly rate this since it's not done, but I'm gonna be honest and admit that I don't care who gets to put on the play because I'm solely here for the Grinch and his husband, Phupha and Tian.

But so far, the drinks were great and the episodes were better.

See ya next week for the finale!

#Our Skyy 2 #Pat x Pran #episodes 13 & 14 #bad buddy #Cocktails in the Skyy #A Tale of Thousand Stars #Phupha x Tian

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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 3 years ago

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MASTERLIST

My works are categorized by works that are SFW/Minor Friendly & NSWF/+18 Friendly. Please check specific warnings for each fic located in the bulleted list before each fic. All reblogs, comments, and likes are very much appreciated.

Safe for Minors (SFW)

☆ Forever Is the Sweetest Con: After a successful case, which is hard to come by the BAU, the team (season 3 team) celebrates with drinks at the bar. things go arise when Penelope convinces a normally reserved Reader to sing karaoke.

☆ Sweet Valentine: a 22 year old Spencer Reid finds himself thinking about his firsts…and the one first that he has yet to accomplish.

☆ Cutie Pie: Spencer Reid’s second favorite holiday isn’t really a holiday, but it’s sure a day that he’ll never forget

☆ You Kiss My Face & We're Both Drunk: Who would have figured that a normally serious genius with an eidetic memory would be a silly, forgetful drunk, or drunk Spencer realizes how much he loves Reader

☆ 49%: If there’s one thing that Spencer hates more than rejection, it’s spontaneity. But sometimes the things (and people) we love outweigh the things that we hate.

☆ I'll Take X-Pecting for 200, Alex: Spencer Reid plays a trivia game at the request of his wife, Y/N, but he’s in for more than some heaving hitting questions

☆ Take My Hand And Drag Me Head First: Spencer Reid is a scientists and scientists love predictability; but love isn’t predictable, it’s fearless.

☆ I Can't Help It If You Look Like An Angel: Spencer is not that kind of doctor, but he’ll always come when Y/N needs him, even if germs are involved.

☆ Band-Aids Don't Fix Bullet Holes: In a standoff with an unsub, reader makes a choice: her life or Spencer’s.

☆ French Toast Waffle Sundays: Coming home to Reader from a stressful case, Spencer needs a little reassurance that he’s as wonderful as Reader thinks he is.

☆ Open Me Carefully: Reader finds her hopelessly in love with Spencer, who unfortunately for them is hopeless when it comes to love

☆ The Moment I Knew (My Future Was Sweet): Spencer plans a surprise birthday party for reader, who comes to the realization that Spencer is the one who’s always been there for her

☆ Crawl Home To Here: The only thing that’s keeping Spencer alive is the memories of his heaven. Maybe somehow how a faithless man will escape death’s grasp on faith alone

☆You Die in My Nightmares: Tired of being tired, Reader takes leap instead of counting sheep

☆ And I Will Hold On To You: New Year's Eve is for the new wishes and daring dreams, but New Year's Day is for cleaning up bottles with hopeful hearts.

☆ Though I Can’t Recall Your Face, I Still Got Love For You: Spencer’s always been ambivalent about his birthday, but self proclaimed lover of birthday’s Y/N attempts to change that.

☆ Can’t Say Anything To Your Face: Lunchtime is Spencer Reid’s favorite time of day and not because of the crappy endless coffee, dry sandwiches, or the occasional chocolate donut. Spencer’s favorite time of day comes in the shape of a little post it notes and fits perfectly into his heart.

☆ Right Where You Left Me: Y/N never expected to see him again when Spencer tore her heart out and left her in the dusty heat of a Las Vegas diner.

☆ Don’t Thank Me For Loving You: Spencer and Reader have been dating for a total of 4 weeks. If someone asked, Spencer would be able to tell them the exact amount of time he’s been in love with Y/N. So why does he get so nervous to share a bed?

☆ The Doctor Is In: Reader knows that they shouldn’t have dairy, but it’s hard to resist the creamy sweetness, especially when an equally sweet husband wants to have a relaxing vacation.

☆ My Silent Screams, Our Wildest Dreams: Reader knows two things, she loves Spencer and Spencer doesn’t love her back. But, she finds herself learning a couple more things that threaten to shake up her world.

☆ You Remind Me of You: Spencer Reid is good at many things, but he just might be too good at pretending to be in love with Reader.

☆ Boys Only Want Love If It’s Torture: You don’t hate may people, but you sure do hate the ridiculously cute Dr. Spencer Reid.

☆ I Will Stay: Spencer returns home after leaving Gideon’s cabin, but is haunted by the ghosts of his past and the finicky fate of his future.

☆ Honestly & Truly: Spencer has his prom 10 years late, but none of that matters when it’s with the girl of his dreams.

☆ That’s When: Sometimes Spencer’s mouth works faster than he his brain. And when that happens there’s casualties of the heart

☆ Unconditional Love: Spencer is anxious to get home to help his secret fiancée grieve the loss of her beloved cat, Chuck

☆ You and Me Forevermore: Weddings are the promise of you and me forevermore. Spencer and you share a special dance.

☆ Forever Composed Of Nows: Spencer continues a tradition and asks an important question.

☆ Stars Around My Scars: The incident with Hotch and the hostage brings up some bad memories for Spencer, but sometimes you fate has a funnily little way of showing you the people that will draw stars around your scars.

☆ Passwords & Passionate Pecks: It’s time to change computer systems passwords at the BAU. To make things easier, Garcia tells Spencer to memorize the passwords, but for some reason Reader doesn’t want him to know.

☆ It’s Gonna Be Alright (With You By My Side): Reader has some news for Spencer, but he needs some help putting it together. When he realizes it’s as easy as well, one, two, three

☆ Eyes Like Sinking Ships: The boy with the rosy cheeks and golden eyes in the library has some secrets up his sleeve

☆ There’s A Heart On Your Sleeve (I’ll Take It When You Leave): Spencer is no Clyde and you are no Bonnie, but why can’t you just run from it all?

☆ That’s How I Know Your Mine: Spencer and Reader decide to screw the traditional wedding and get married amongst the wildflowers.

☆White Lies & Warm Sweethearts: Spencer’s overactive daydreams lead him to a date with Reader, the love of his life, expect for one thing, it’s completely fake.

☆ Confetti Falls To the Ground: You want his midnights, his New Year’s Days, and everything and anything with him in between

☆ I Only See: Spencer thinks back to all the times he’s been in love, has mistaken pain for love, or wished he was in love

☆I Hope I Never Lose You, I Hope It Never Ends: Spencer and Reader are roommates, but she's harboring a secret that has the power to ruin everything good she has.

☆ Watched It Begin Again: After a breakup that nearly threatened to destroy her view of love, Reader finds some type of comforting the charming man she's set up with at the coffee shop. And maybe, just maybe, on a Wednesday, sitting in a café, she's ready to watch it begin again.

☆ Something Gave You The Nerve To Touch My Hand: At his mother’s funeral, Spencer sees an old, familiar face that he never thought he’d see again. But then again, he’s always had a habit of being haunted by the living.

☆ All Too Well: Reader finds herself reminiscing on a long gone relationship that she remembers all too well.

Not For Minors/Smut Fics

☆ Is This Gonna Be Graded?: Y/N’s last assignment is simple, write down everything that you’d want to try. The options are endless and that just might be the end of her.

☆ It’s A Love Story, Baby: Secret relationships can be fun, but sometimes the love runs so deep that it’s just begging to get the spotlight. Love like that is difficult, but it’s the realest thing Spencer and Y/N have ever felt.

☆You Can Hear It In the Silence: Sneaking around can be fun, but sometimes the silence is just too quiet, or a small moment of falling in love with your best friend.

☆ Worship This Love: Y/N doesn’t think she can get jealous easily. She knows that Spencer is almost as head over heel for her as she is for him. But still, seeing the pretty detective grab Spencer by the tie is enough to send her into a jealous stupor.

☆ (De)Railed: The canon episode “Derailed” reimagined where Reader is sent on the solo interview and Spencer, recklessly, decides to save her. Plus, the aftermath.

☆ I Once Was Poison But Now I’m Your Daisy: Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer? Most people don’t think that translations to having a clandestine relationship with someone you’re supposed to hate, yet most people don’t have a Spencer Reid in their life.

☆ And I’ll Do Anything You Say (If You Say It With You Hands): Spencer and Reader are forced to share a room, but can’t resist falling into old patterns, even though it’s dangerous and just might break them.

☆Red Lips and Rosy Cheeks: Spencer Reid is a wallflower. But what happens to wallflowers when they’re invited to the dancefloor?

☆ I've Seen Sparks Fly: Spencer Reid has never felt sparks fly until you came along. He’s not used to not knowing things, but just may prove himself to be a quick learner.

☆ Mess of a Dreamer With the Nerve to Adore You: Spencer’s always been a dreamer, but now he has a chance to have those dreams come true.

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