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ifyoucandaniel · 5 months ago

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favorite fics of 2024/basically just batfam fic rec list

It's that time of year guys, here is my favorite fics of 2024 in no specific order (aka my master batman fic rec list bc that's all i read this year with some spider-man thrown in there lmao). most of these have been in my previous rec lists, but this is just like one big frankenstein’s monster of a fic rec with all of them in one place <3

starting off strong, anything @bluelotuswrites's hands have touched is pure gold. Red is the Color of Sinners placed post UTRH where after being hit by bruce's batarang and now mute, jason decides to leave gotham and go to hell’s kitchen for a fresh start, but he keeps running into daredevil both in and out of costume. this is possibly the best jason of all time i rotate him in my mind like a microwave all day

The Hellblazer's Apprentice is an all blades jason fic where instead of continuing his lost days world tour, he meets john constentine and decides to learn magic to piss of bruce. blue added some lore to jason’s character in this that to this day makes my brain vibrate with excitement and the dynamic between john and jason is just ?? so good. both of these fics haunt me, they follow me wherever i go, i love them. read everything she's written, trust me

going with the theme of my favorite authors i read this year, @cdelphiki wrote my favorite read of the year and possibly all time Life Happens a fic that hit me like a sucker punch where tim and damian are both sent to a different dimension where everyone they know are comic book characters. with no other choice, they have to start a new life in this world while they wait for rescue. words just dont do it justice, please please read this fic. it’s the most beautiful story on growing and life

their other fic Jason and the Three Terrors crosses my mind at least once a day if not three times. jason is still with the league when talia charges him with getting damian, his cousin mara, and his secret sister athanasia to bruce safely from ra's. the rest of the fic is jason going from "i cant wait to get rid of these kids" to "these are my kids, i need to provide for them and keep them safe and i would die for them" 100/10 jason's character development is some of my favorite in any fic.

The Time Before is another of my favorites where jason is sent back in time to when he was 9 and goes to bruce for help and realizes maybe his memories of bruce maybe aren't all accurate. just read everything cdelphiki has ever written, trust me <3

Split by @wolfsbanesparks i have never been hooked on a character i previously did not know much about faster than when i read this fic. Billy and shazam are forcefully separated into separate bodies by black adam and then they have to try to keep billy's identity secret somehow while working with the justice league to fix them. the end of this fic had me sending paragraphs and 5 minute voice notes to my friends, trying to explain why i was so absolutely distraught and obsessed.

also by wolfsbanesparks, From the Shadows is basically everything you could ever want from a billy batson joins the batfam fic. it's got plot, it's got identity shenanigans, it's got badass magical billy, what more could you possibly need! seriously idk what is up with everything wolfbanesparks writes, but the endings are always so fucking good, 100/10.

Something in the Static by @bonerot19 is one of my favorite jason series ever, i go back to it constantly and think about it all the time. this is a series where jason's mom doesn't die and his dad isn't in prison, instead he's 17 working nights at a convenience store when everything changes and suddenly batman won't leave him alone. this is my favorite jason & steph best friends fic ever and the way this fic is paced scratches an itch in my brain, the flow of the story is just perfect

Buy Back the Secrets by @vinelark is the only ship fic on here and it deserves a place of honor. every time i get an email that it's updated an angel gets it's wings and my friends all get texts in all caps. Timkon fic where kon still doesn’t know tim’s civilian identity, but tim keeps calling for superboy when he's in trouble which leads to kon meeting him as a civilian. the identity shenanigans are just so top tier, its a 5 + 1 fic so every chapter is just just a new world of fun tropes. the chapter with tim's fake uncle and jason is actually probably my favorite chapter of a fic ever its so dear to me. as far as i'm concerned, this fic is the only timkon ever <3

Honoring Promises by LananiA3O is the shortest fic on this list and is the most important jason & dick post UTRH fics i've ever read. this fic both scratched an itch and created an itch because i need 100 more chapters and for it to never end. set post UTRH when dick starts to rethink his opinion on a note jason left him and realizes it was jason reaching out and decides to find him and fix things. this goes up there with RITCOS in the post UTRH fics where jason decides to just fuck off and do his own thing, i love them

Adopting a New Plan by A_Silly_Gander is yet another fic where jason winds up with an adoption problem when he first comes back to gotham. however, my favorite part of this whole fic is how the author writes jason making mistakes and being flawed and how those mistakes affect him. absolutely 10/10 character development and jason rejoining the batfam + damian and jaosn meeting in the LOA tag is just a mixture of all my favorite things, i love this fic so much

A Collision of Masks by MOVAZ is my favorite dick grayson fic ever, its set in a young justice AU where batman never joined the JL and YJ never met dick, so when the YJ team is sent to investigate a new vigilante, nightwing, identity shenanigans ensue. this is seriously such a fun fic, i loved all the crossover between dick's many identities and the YJ team

Cards on the Table by @wesslan is just!!! so fun oh my god. the chapter titles are to this day my favorite things ever they enhance the experience. it’s about tim being a scam fortune teller who knows a lot more than he should about the upper class due to his nighttime stalking. he winds up meeting the batfam and giving some scarily accurate advice which leads to him being tied up in their business and lots of lying <3 it’s such a fun fic and i just love the vibes 100/10

Hand in Unloveable Hand (a chokehold) by @a-large-orange-cat is by far my favorite fucked up tim fic! while tim’s out taking pictures of batman and robin as a kid he gets kidnapped by black mask and raised to take over his crime empire. cue 50k of manipulation and angst, the ending is so satisfying and the sequel with jason always makes me :’) very good, this tim lives in my mind in a little house he and jason built

Dark Matter by @mysterycyclone because would it be a fic rec without the loml? i love this fic so much oh my god, it sent me back on my spiderman obsessed bullshit which in turn led me back down my marvel bs. post infinity war peter is dusted and wakes up in the DC universe with the ghosts of the dusted avengers following him. i love this fic so much, nothing compares to this peter in my mind. the dynamic between him and the batfam + the identity angst is just so well done

keeping up with the peter theme, The Teenage Vigilante's Guide to Saving New York (And Making Friends Along the Way) by candlesneedflame is such a good team red/mentor matt fic oh my god. where peter goes against tony’s wishes and starts hanging out with daredevil and his friends and maybe starts getting mentored by new york’s vigilantes. 10/10 i love peter interacting with the other vigilantes and also matt mentoring him

anyways, that’s all folks! 2024 was the year for the DC and marvel fics clearly and hopefully 2025 will be the year of me binding all of these finally and having them sitting pretty on my shelf <3

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 6 months ago

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a Second Chance | Rafe Cameron x Maybank!reader

Summary: After being in a secret relationship with Rafe and becoming pregnant, he denied the entire relationship, making it known your son wasn’t his. However, he can’t deny it for much longer - your son is the spitting image of Rafe.

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A/N: This is a continuation of the fic above. This can be read as stand alone or you can read the other first for a bit of background on how things played out and telling Rafe you were expecting.

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Your son's giggles were music to your ears. You smiled in adoration at his uncle JJ chasing him through the yard, his little toddler legs moving as fast as they could. He loved his uncle JJ. And his other aunts and uncles too. After all the drama with Rafe, he and the other Pogues stepped in, becoming your village and boy are you glad you had them. You wouldn’t have been able to do it without them.

Rafe continued the story, the baby wasn’t his and you were never in a relationship. However, as time has passed, people are starting to get suspicious, especially as your son grows because he’s the spitting image of Rafe. It is getting to the point, Rafe truly can’t deny him.

“Come on boys, let's get to the beach before it gets crowded,” You call out to JJ and Jackson; the other Pogues loading up in the Twinkie. You and JJ worked hard, going in half on a car that JJ rebuilt to make it drivable. JJ knew the Twinkie wouldn’t be a safe vehicle to transport his tiny nephew and made it his mission to find you something sustainable and reliable.

“Mama!” Jackson squeals as he nears, jumping into your arms.

You laugh and kiss his head before placing him in his carseat and securing him. “Ready to go to the beach?”

He nods with a big grin; Rafe’s smile. The smile you’d fell in love with. You can’t deny it doesn’t hurt a little when you look at your son, because staring back is Rafe and all the hurt that came with him. But you wouldn’t trade Jackson for anything in the world. He’d brought light into your life and filled your broken heart. Jackson is so smart and intelligent, even at only 3 years old. He’s got a sweet and loving personality and he loves when he can make you laugh. And Rafe is missing it all, time he will never get back.

After settling at a spot on the beach, you all unpacked, setting the chairs and umbrella up. Pope dropping the cooler under the umbrella with a grunt, “jeez what the hell did you guys pack in that thing.”

Jackson started tugging you toward the water, “come mama!”

“No baby hold on, let's put sunscreen on first. Then you can get in the water.”

He pouts but stops tugging, letting you lather him in the sunscreen.

“Once mama is finished me and you can go check out those waves!” JJ holds his fist to Jackson, who returns with a fist bump.

“Alright you’re finished!” You kiss him on the head and he takes off toward the water with JJ. JJ picks him up and wades into the water with him. Jackson laughing hysterically as the waves crash against them.

“beer?” Kie asks, as you take a seat in the beach chair next to her.

"Yes thank you,” you sigh, taking a sip, “I love that the beach is nearly empty-”

Loud music catches you and the other Pogues attention, watching as a couple trucks and a jeep drive thru the sand behind you. You recognized Topper’s jeep and groaned.

“Please keep driving..” Sarah pleads.

“Anywhere but here.” Kie adds.

“Of course.” John B says as they stop a little ways down the beach, “This entire beach and they pick that spot?”

You take a sip of your beer, nearly choking on it as you see someone hop out of the dark blue truck. Rafe.

“Shit.” Kie mumbles.

He rounds the truck and opens the passenger side, another person gets out of the truck and it’s Sofia.

Sarah places a gentle hand on your arm, “you gonna be ok?”

You give her a reassuring smile and nod, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be fine.” You gaze out at the ocean, JJ has noticed the kooks and he looks over at you, a look of concern on his face. You nod at him, letting him know you’re okay. He continues to play with Jackson, holding his hand as he stands with his toes in the sand, jumping over the waves as they break against the beach.

“We’re both adults here. Maybe me more than him but it’s ok.” You glance between Sarah and Kie, “He’s living his best life - while I raise our son that he denies is his.”

John B squeezes your shoulders, “And you’re doing a damn good job at it too.”

The rest of the Pogues pipe in, “Hell ya you are,” “You’re killing it.”

“Thanks you guys,” Your eyes dance between the Pogues, “I couldn’t have done it without you guys,” Your eyes grow teary, “Ok okay stop you guys are gonna make me cry,” You shake your hands out, wiping your face, “enough sappy talk. Let’s enjoy our beach day!”

Rafe watches you and the Pogues playing with Jackson by the water, taking a sip of his beer.

Sofia comes up beside him, wrapping her arm around his waist, “Her son is cute,” She says with a smile, looking up at him.

He hums in response, not pulling his eyes from you and Jackson. He knew now, there was no denying Jackson. He looked just like him. Topper flat out asked the other day if Jackson was his.

“He looks just like you man.”

Rafe shrugged, “I don’t see it. He’s not mine though. She was screwing everyone on the island. There’s no telling who the father is.” He tried to keep up with the lie, but Topper wasn’t stupid. Topper knew you weren’t sleeping around, you’d never been like that. But he let him continue the lie, dropping the topic completely.

“I bet our kids will be cute.”

Now that caught his attention. He snaps his head toward her, “What?”

Sofia smiles, “When we have kids, I bet they will be cute.” She’s in dreamland, wondering what life with Rafe Cameron would be like. Getting married, having a big house on the island, having kids etc etc. Little did she know, Rafe wasn’t planning a future with her.

He nod and takes another sip of his beer, deciding not to say anything.

“Jackson wait-”

Rafe turns in time to see a ball rolling his way and Jackson chasing it. You weren’t too far behind.

Rafe bends down and picks up the ball, staying at Jackson’s level as he approaches. Jackson is hesitant to take it.

“Jackson, you can’t just run off-”

Rafe feels like he’s staring at a mirror. Topper’s right, he looks just like him. The little boys eyes are innocent and he’s overcome with a feeling he can’t describe. He feels protective of the small boy in front of him, like a father would. A surge of love flowing through him. How could anyone leave this boy without a dad? How could he have abandoned his son? Something changed the moment he looked into Jackson’s eyes.

“Here you go, buddy,” Rafe holds the ball out to him with a smile.

Jackson hesitantly takes it, looking up at you, with a small pout on his lips, “Sorry mama, my ball.”

Rafe slowly stands, the two of you coming face to face for the first time since you told him you were pregnant.

“It’s ok baby, you just can’t run off like that.” You run your fingers through his hair. You will yourself to meet Rafe’s eyes, “Sorry about that, we’ll get out of your way.”

“It’s ok.” Rafe can’t seem to tear his eyes away from you. Is it possible to be more beautiful? Motherhood treated you well and he’s overwhelmed with pride to know you did it all on your own because of his stupid decision. His stupid immature decision.

Your eyes glance to Sofia, who steps up next to Rafe, pulling him from his trance, “your son.. he’s adorable.”

You give her a small smile, “Thank you.”

Rafe is mesmerized by you. He doesn’t know what’s over come him but the feelings that he buried deep inside have started bubbling to the surface.

“Jackson, you know you’re not suppose to talk to strangers.” JJ takes a dig at Rafe as he approaches, scooping up Jackson in his arms.

Rafe’s jaw clenches at JJ’s comment. Stranger. He’s no stranger. He’s his father- but he catches himself. JJ’s right. He truly is a stranger to him and he has no right to call himself his father.

Jackson wraps his tiny arms around JJ’s neck, snuggling into his shoulder. That stirs some jealousy within Rafe. He should be the one hugging his son and playing ball with him on the beach. He should be the one there, the three of you as a family.

“We better get back. Sorry for bothering you guys.” You apologized, following JJ back to the rest of the pogues.

Rafe watches you walk away, his heart aching. He should have told you the truth. And he shouldn’t have lied all these years about Jackson.

JJ holds Jackson with one arm and wraps his other around your shoulders, “you ok?”

You nod, “I’m good. You shouldn’t have made the comment you did”

JJ rolls his eyes, “it’s not like it wasn’t true. He’s a stranger.”

You shrug, “I know but-“

“No buts. He’s a stranger to Jackson. Even if he shares DNA with him.” He snaps back.

It was a touchy subject with JJ and you knew the conversation was over. JJ was protective over you and he held a huge grudge against Rafe for abandoning the two of you. Especially Jackson. He wanted Jackson to have a dad, something you and him didn’t have growing up.

Rafe laid in bed that night with you and Jackson on his mind. He couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning the entire night. Sofia is sound asleep next to him. He squints, peering to check the time on the clock, 6:37 am. He sighs running a hand over his face before quietly getting out of bed and toward the shower. He wanted to see you again and talk. He needed to talk to you.

“Rafe?” Sofia’s sleepy voice calls out to him, hands feeling his spot on the bed.

Rafe comes to her side, showered and dressed, kisses her forehead. “Early meeting. Be back later.”

She hums and turns back over, falling back asleep.

He pulls up to the Maybank house a little while later. Glancing over in the passenger seat, coffee for you and him. He hopes you still liked your coffee with 2 creams and 2 sugars. He also picked up some muffins and donuts, unsure what Jackson would like.

He was nervous, gripping the steering wheel. Maybe he shouldn’t do this. He can still turn around and go home. You don’t even know he’s here yet.

He shakes his head, no there’s no talking him out of this. He needs to have this talk. He’s 2 years two late. Technically almost 3 years.

Well shit there’s no turning around now cause here you come walking toward his truck. He takes a deep breath, now or never.

He steps out of the truck, “morning.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” You ask tightening your robe around you, “it’s nearly 7:30 in the morning.”

“Brought coffee and breakfast.” He says, reaching inside to grab the coffee and bag. “I was hoping we could talk?”

“Now you want to talk? You’re a couple years too late Rafe.” You’re eyeing the coffee, yearning for your boost of caffeine.

He sighs, “I know, I have no right to show up here unannounced either but, after seeing you guys yesterday I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He offers the coffee, “two cream and two sugar?”

You nod, slowly reaching to take the coffee, “you still remember?” You ask, surprised. Even after all these years he remembered? You felt a soft tug on your heart. No y/n. You tell yourself, smooshing those feelings back down. It was not the time to go soft.

He shrugs, also handing you the bag of muffins and donuts, “It’s not the hardest coffee order, but yes I still remember. There’s muffins and donuts in there, I wasn’t sure-” He scratches the back of his neck, growing uncomfortable, “I wasn’t sure what Jackson liked.”

“He’s a fan of both. He pretty much will eat anything,” You turn and head for the porch, “Everyone is still asleep, let me put this inside and we can go to the dock.”

Rafe nods and takes the time to check out what all you two have done with the place. It was different than when he was here last, new dock and boathouse, the landscaping had been cleaned up and the house actually looked livable. Jackson’s toys were strewed around the grass.

“ready?” You ask, heading down toward the dock, Rafe following. You two take a seat on the bench at the end of the dock.

“So, now that Jackson is older, people are starting to notice how much he looks just like you. You can’t keep up with whatever lie you’ve been spreading. Are you here to try and make me come up with an excuse for where his father is? So, you can go about your life?” You ask, bitterly.

“No, that’s not why I’m here. I’m here to step up and apologize. And explain my immature behavior.” He stands back up, pacing the dock in front of you. His nerves are getting the best of him. He had this speech all planned out but sitting in front of you, he’s forgot what to say. “I wasn’t in the right head space. And I for sure wasn’t ready to be a father. You saw what I was like. I was drinking, partying. Hell, I was even doing coke at that point.”

You sit quietly, sipping your coffee as you listen to him. It wasn’t anything you didn't know, to tell you the truth. You also were doing all those things at the time, minus the coke, but as soon as you found out you were pregnant, you’d stepped up and knew all of that had to come to an end. You were going to be a mother.

“I was doing the same things, Rafe. I don’t see that being an excuse. I stepped up when I needed to because I had too. It was something you needed to do as well, but you weren’t ready to give up that life yet. You weren’t ready to give up your lifestyle to become a father.”

“I know. and that’s the truth, I didn’t want to give up my partying lifestyle for a kid. I was also scared what people would think of me, getting a girl from the cut pregnant. No one even knew we were dating-”

“So you were ashamed of me? You’re really not doing yourself any favors right now-” You scoffed, standing, “I get it, Rafe. It would have been the worst thing for a kook to get a pogue pregnant. People would have judged you and never looked at you the same-” You turn to head back toward the house. “I’m so tired of this kook vs pogue bullshit.”

“Baby-” He gently grabs your arm to stop you, letting the pet name slip, “I mean y/n- That’s not what I was trying to say. Fuck, this is not how I wanted this to go. Please, I’m trying to apologize. I was an immature kid back then and I’m here now to apologize, make things right and take responsibility.”

“Rafe,” you sigh, “we’re doing fine right now. Without having you in our lives. We’ve made it work. It’s been 3 years, just let it go. I’ll keep on with the lie, you can continue to live your life how you want. Get married, have other kids. Whatever you want to do.”

“I don’t want to do that, y/n. That’s what I’m here for. I want to be apart of Jackson’s life. A part of your life.” His hand has slipped down from your arm to your hand, his thumb subconsciously caressing your skin. “Please give me another chance. I’ve changed. I promise I’m not the man I was before. My dad has made me a manager at his company. I have a steady job, a house of my own. I’m not the immature teenager I was before.” His eyes are pleading for another chance to do the right thing.

You don’t know how to describe it as you stare into Rafe’s eyes, that they look the same as they did when you fell in love with him, but have a different softness to them. He’s genuine. But you don’t know if you can trust him. He broke you and you weren’t ready to open those doors again. You weren’t ready to open yourself back to him. You had Jackson to think about now and had to take his feeling into account. Could you trust Rafe?

“What about Sofia? What does she think of all this?” You remove your hand from his, crossing your arms over your chest. “She seems like a great girl.”

“If I’m honest with you, I haven’t talked to her about it. Me and her aren’t serious.”

“Maybe you should go home and talk things over with her. I can’t make a decision now. I need time to think it over.”

His shoulders sag in defeat, but he ultimately nods, “Take all the time you need.. I’ll be here waiting.”

Rafe left your house and immediately went to Tannyhill, hoping he could catch his dad before leaving for his meeting at 11. “Morning Rose,” He greets as he enters the kitchen, Rose is drinking coffee at the island, Wheezie next to her. He kisses Wheezie on the head, “Wheezie,”

“Morning,” They say in unison.

“Is Dad still here?”

“In his office,” Rose nods, “He had a couple things to finish before the meeting.”

“Thanks,” Rafe heads toward his office, knocking, “Dad?”

“Come in,” Ward calls out, “Morning Rafe, you ready for the big meeting this morning?”

“Ready. But I was hoping to talk to you about something.” He takes a seat across from Ward’s desk. Ward can tell there is something on his son’s mind and closes his laptop to give his full attention.

“What’s going on?”

Rafe takes a deep breath, clasping his hands together to stop them from shaking, “You know y/n Maybank?”

“Yes-” Ward says, leaning forward a little, “What about her?”

“Me and her dated a few years ago.”

“Mmhmm.” ward nods, “What about it?”

Rafe takes another deep shaky breath. Ward begins to think about it, remembering she had a son. Who was about 3-

“The boy- Jackson. He’s yours?” Ward asks in disbelief.

Rafe gives a short nod, “I fucked up.”

Ward slowly sits back in his chair, taking it all in. Old Ward would have blown up, told Rafe how stupid could he have been. “How long have you known?” He asks.

“Since she told me she was pregnant.” He can’t help but get teary eyed, still on edge as he waits for his dad to blow up on him. “I told you I fucked up.”

Ward mulls over this new and shocking information. “Why wouldn’t you say anything?” Ward asks.

“I was terrified. Immature. I didn’t want to be a dad. I was partying all the time and wasn’t ready to give it up and be a dad.” He tells him honestly, “It was a shitty decision and I regret it.”

“You should have took responsibility son.” He sighs, “But I know you weren’t in the right head space.” He stands and rounds his large desk, taking the seat next to his son, “Rehab changed you for the better.”

Rafe nods, “I’m trying to fix things. I want to be in his life. I went to her this morning and we talked. She’s hesitant to give me a chance.”

“She has every right to be hesitant.” Ward defends, you, “That’s her son.”

“He’s mine too,” Rafe says, but sighs, “But you’re right. It is her son. I’ve given her no reason to trust me.”

Ward nods, “Time will give her that. You’ve done the hardest part. Admitted you were wrong and apologized.” He squeezes Rafe’s shoulder, “It’s time for you to take responsibility.”

Rafe nods in response, “I’m sorry dad. I should have told you the truth.”

Ward agrees. He gives Rafe a small smile, “So I have a grandson, huh?”

Rafe was in agony. It had been a week since he talked to you. You hadn’t tried reaching out yet and he was starting to get worried that you weren’t going to give him a second chance. He’d called it quits with Sofia, who didn’t take it easily, but she admitted she knew she’d seen a change in him after the beach day. And had admitted she’d wondered about Jackson. She saw the resemblance and the way Rafe had looked at you. He was still in love with you.

You’d told the Pogues that morning over breakfast, JJ had flipped.

“Like hell he deserves another chance!”

“JJ, you don’t get to make the decision, I do.”

JJ had left with a slam of the front door. He come back a couple hours later, calm and agreed. It wasn’t his place, but he still didn’t trust him. He didn’t want to see you hurt again.

JJ had left with a slam of the front door. He come back a couple hours later, calm and agreed that it wasn’t his place, but he still didn’t trust him. He didn’t want to see you hurt again.

Your heart is pounding against your chest as you take the stairs up to Rafe’s front door. You looked around the outside of the house. It was a nice, expensive house on the water. Two story on stilts as most houses near water are built.

His truck was parked under the house so you knew he was home.

You took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Rafe was surprised to see you at his front door. It had been a week and he was beginning to wonder if you were even gonna make a decision. The longer it took the more he felt he wasn’t going to get his second chance.

“Hey,”

“Hey,” you point inside, “can I come in so we can talk?”

“Yeah yeah of course.” He opens the door wider for you to enter, closing it behind you.

The place was clean and sleek. It looked like a bachelor pad.

“You want anything to drink? I’ve got water, juice, a beer..” he chuckles softly, motioning to the kitchen.

You follow him into the kitchen, “Water is fine,” You lay your purse in the chair at the island. “I’m gonna be honest, I’m nervous.”

He fixes you a glass of water and you take a chance to look around the room.

“no need to be nervous,”

You see in the corner of the living room there’s a small kids battery powered jeep and a couple other shopping bags around it.

He sees you have noticed the stuff and slides the water to you, “my dad.. he uh he bought it for Jackson and Rose picked up a few things for him too.”

“Thats’s very sweet of them. But wait, you told your dad?” You’re surprised and look to him, “I thought you hated him.. you guys didn’t have a great relationship.”

“We patched things up after I got back from rehab.”

“Rehab?” You ask shocked, “I didn’t know, when did you go to rehab?”

He clears his throat, “few months after we broke up. Or I broke things off. Ward found me half dead on some laced coke I bought and when I woke up he made me go to rehab. Best decision I could have made.”

“That’s awesome, Rafe. Im happy for you. I know having a better relationship with your dad was what you always talked about wanting.” You give him a soft smile.

“Yeah yeah it’s good now.” He heads toward the back deck overlooking the water and you follow taking in the view but Rafe, he’s watching you, taking you in.

You catch him watching you and can’t help but blush, “why are you looking at me like that?”

Now he blushes, embarrassed he’d been caught, “sorry, we can sit here to talk.” He takes a seat on the couch and you take a seat on the other side.

You take a deep breath, “I’ve done a lot of thinking over this.”

He nods, hands clasped together he places his elbows on his thighs leaning closer, “yeah?”

You look at him, “We’ll start out easy and slow. He’s not to know you’re his dad yet. I want him to be comfortable with you. He doesn’t truly understand the whole dad thing either, so I don’t want to confuse him. We call all hang out together first and then if I feel comfortable enough maybe you can take him on your own for a couple hours. I don’t trust you yet, Rafe. You broke that trust and I need time. But I believe everyone deserves a second chance. And I want Jackson to grow up with a dad who loves him. Something JJ and I didn’t have growing up.”

He resists every muscle in his body not to hug you. “I can be that. I will be that.”

He reaches over and you let him take your hand, “thank you for this.” He gives it a gentle squeeze, “you don’t know how much this chance means to me.”

A couple days later you and Jackson meet Rafe at his house, planning to spend the day there. Rafe had asked you a million questions about Jackson; his likes, dislikes, what toys he liked to play with, what he liked to do. He wanted to know as much as he could so he could be prepared for today.

“Hey!” Rafe greets at the door, “What’s up little man?”

Jackson’s shy at first and he peeks out from your shoulder at Rafe, muttering a quiet, “Hi.”

“He’s a little shy. And he just woke up from a nap.” you follow Rafe inside and he helps to take the bag off your shoulders.

“It’s all good. I understand.” He nervously wipes his hands on his shorts, “I got his favorite foods. The kitchen is stocked and-”

“Toys!” Jackson gasps, wiggling out of your arms and immediately taking off toward the pile of toys. The jeep Ward bought him was there and a couple other new toys Rafe picked up.

“Can I play?” Jackson asks, his eyes lighting up.

“They’re yours! You can play with them all. After lunch we can take that jeep outside and you can ride around the yard.” Rafe says, taking a seat on the couch to watch him.

“You didn’t have to get all these...” You sit next to Rafe.

Rafe shrugs, “I know but he didn’t have anything here. I want him to be comfortable.” He slips off the couch and sits in the floor next to Jackson, helping him open the toys. Rafe teaches him how to play with a couple of them, showing him how they work.

You couldn’t believe the change in Rafe. It was like a different man sitting in the floor. And the resemblance between the two was uncanny. Both had the same look of concentration on their face and you laughed softly to yourself after snapping a picture. Sarah had asked how it was going, so you sent her the picture. She was happy to know her brother was stepping up and also made a comment about their same look of concentration.

As you stared at Rafe, a new feeling was starting to take form. A longing for something more and hope that maybe you could get your happy ever after and your dream of a family to become a reality.

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vampiradelmal · 8 months ago

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cw: didn’t proof read this, cussing, writing practice. best of luck.

“Hot damn!”

“Smash, smash, smash, uh… yeah, him too. Smash.”

You rolled your eyes, stifling a laugh as the other waitresses eyed your table. The three of you were waiting at the hostess post on a particularly slow day. The only customers was your table of four. Some older guys your friends just couldn’t seem to get enough of.

“Please,” you mumbled. “They’re old enough to be our dads.” Your eyes flicked up from the magazine in your hands to your coworkers. The three girls were giggling and occasionally glancing over their shoulders.

“Yeah, that's the best part!” Your coworker, Rona replied before glancing back again. “Older guys are experienced and typically have pretty big… savings.” She grinned at you, her eyes narrowing coyly.

“God-!” you scoffed, choking down your surprised guffaw. “You guys are unbelievable.”

Ignoring their giggles and teasing, you push yourself off of the wall you were leaning against to approach your table. Your eyes roamed over the four men, taking in how their shirts clung perfectly to their muscles. A few gray hairs here and there, but their physiques certainly made up for their age.

Caught up in your ogling, you slammed your hip into the corner of their table. The oldest of the men quickly grabbed the edge of the table to steady it.

“Fuck…” Your hand immediately slapped over your mouth in shock, remembering that you were in front of customers. The men chuckled, eyeing each other before turning back to look at you.

“Careful there, sweetheart. Can’t ’ave a pretty little thing like you bruising up,” one of the men, a particularly dashing man with a mohawk, chastised you. His eyes scanned yours before slowly raking down your form.

Letting out a shaky sigh of relief that they were cool and not some uptight old asses, you smiled. A genuine smile, not the customer service lip curl you were so used to doing. “I would like to apologize for that, gentlemen.” After a few seconds, you quickly added, “Please don’t tell my manager.”

With languid waves and laughs, they shook their heads and sipped their beverages in amusement. “There ain’t anything to tell.” A man with a scarred face stared, boring his eyes into you. He seemed to be deep in thought before giving his head a slight nod—something the other men quickly noted.

“Thank you.” You took a deep breath now that the anxiety of possibly losing this shitty job passed. “Is there anything I can get you, gentlemen? Drinks, dessert?”

“Your number?” He looked at you expectantly, a handsome man. The youngest of the bunch, no doubt.

Dealing with flirty old customers was a piece of cake. It’s what got the tips going. But typically they were vile old men you would never touch with a 10-foot pole. These guys were quite palatable. Very palatable.

“Well,” you laughed nervously. Perhaps Rona had a point. These men had a way of making a girl’s tummy flutter like it never has before. “Unfortunately, I can’t give you that, sir.”

“Kyle.”

“Pardon?” You blinked at him, furrowing your brows.

“Call me Kyle.” Another dashing smile sent butterflies thrashing in your belly.

“None of that sir shit. Makes us feel too damn old.” The men grumbled with bitter chuckles. “Johnny.” The man with the mohawk dismissively pat your hip, gripping the tender flesh of your forming bruise. “That old sap is John. And the brooding fella is Simon.”

“Piss off,” Simon grumbled, certainly living up to the broody title.

An amused giggle shook her shoulders, your hand subconsciously resting over Johnny’s. “It’s lovely meeting you all. So how about that dessert?” You inquired, grabbing the paper centerfold that listed off the desserts of the weeks. “The chocolate chunk brownies are pretty good and the cheesecake here is lovely paired with...”

The men rose from their table, completely ignoring your rambles. “That won’t be needed, love.” John’s hand rested on your shoulder, perhaps a bit too close to your chest.

“You give us a call when you’re ready.” Johnny stood beside you, his breath flicking against the shell of your ear. His hot, tipsy breath made you shiver and recoil.

Kyle only chuckled, gracefully slipping a business card into your pocket. “A pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be working.” There it was again. That dashing smile that turned your knees into jelly.

“Give us a call.” Simon grumbled from the table. Glancing at him, you noticed the thick wad of cash he was leaving behind on the table.

“Sir, that’s too much.”

“Enjoy your tip.” Johnny pat your hip dismissively, sauntering away shortly after. John and Kyle followed behind him.

In complete disbelief, you nervously laughed. “Holy shit…” You shakily picked up the wad of cash left behind on the table. Simon quietly stood behind you, casting his shadow over your body. His eyes slowly raked down your back.

“See you ‘round,” he mumbled, not surprised as you jumped out of your skin in shock at his presence. Moments later, he was out of the place, nothing left but an empty establishment.

With shaky fingers, you plucked the business card out of your pocket.

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bronx-bomber87 · 1 month ago

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Hello and happy Wednesday Fandom and wonderful readers :) This was another solid episode. The hitman SL could be interpreted in a few ways I think. Which is kind of fun. I'll be real honest I'm not 100 percent sure what the endgame is and such. This doesn't feel done. But that is the fun part of these 'First' impressions. Those first initials thoughts. Would I like to be spot on and right all the time? Sure who wouldn't be? haha

But I'm also ok being off or wrong about this as well. I'm sure my outlook will be wildly different when this ep gets added to my master list this summer. I was entertained though I will say that. We got to have Tim/Angela on a case too. What's not to love there? Bestie time is always appreciated.

Second LOVED The Lucy/Celina SL. I'm very close to my sister so it struck an emotional chord with me. Just like her sister SL did the first time. As a all around episode I really enjoyed it. Not gonna say it was 7x08, 7x09, 7x11 or 7x12 caliber but I liked it all around like last ep. That is the theme of this season. Plus I'll never say no to another hug. Ever. Hard to believe we're in the home stretch. The final 5 are left including this one. This has gone way too fast. Only 4 left after this one. Better to not dwell on that too long. Let us begin.

7x14 Mad About Murder

We start off in what has become my happy place this season. Tim's house. Just makes me giddy to be there. No matter the occupants with him. Obviously the most enjoyable is when Lucy is there ha. But I'm getting such joy out of the use of it. I'm sure Eric was thrilled considering he fought so hard to get it back. Love that man. Oh Captain, my Captain.

Tim invited Miles over to strong arm him into the touch football game. Which is beyond precious by the way. I love seeing Tim so passionate about it. We know how much he loves football. What it means to him. Also how competitive he is. Was giving 1x05 vibes. Their convo is interrupted by a knock. The minute Tim opened the door and that man said his rank and name I was anxious.

Now I will say the way he cocked his gun and reopened the door. Have mercy. I was here for it. Tim in streets plus that? Thank you writers for this morsel. The dude's face when Tim reappears with the gun is priceless. Not what he signed up for. But what did he expect showing up to a cop's house with a message like that? Tim doesn't have time for this and has Miles cuff the guy.

This is where all my questions and anxiety stem from for this SL. Questions like. Who is this person? Why are they wanting to take down this site? But mostly WHY Tim? Why deliver it to him? This is where my nerves kick in. This unknown voice saying they will destroy him if he tries to find out. They could mean 'You.' as the collective LAPD 'You.' But they could also not.

Now would I be reacting this way if this was delivered to Nolan? No. Not even a little bit. Sorry John. lol But I am over protective over him and Lucy. More so than anyone else on this show. Something I'm sure is obvious af to you all. The fact that this landed on Tim's doorstep put me on edge from the moment it happened.

Just didn't sit right with me. Them finding Tim at his house and presenting it the way they did. I could be overreacting but my initial gut reaction to this was anxiety and questions. That is the fun of going through these the first time though and seeing how it unfolds. Was quite the start to the ep.

Poor Celina I can't even imagine what she was feeling. To take the darkest moment of your life and hear people talk and comment on it? What a violation. I feel dirty just writing about it. Let alone living it. I do love that Lucy love's true crime. That has always made me chuckle. She lives and breathes it and craves more in her off time.

Lucy's face when she hears Celina's name. Ugh. I would've reacted the same way. Taken off like a bat out of hell. Ready to destroy this podcaster. Lucy is barely able to keep up with Celina as she all but bolts towards this woman's place. Trying to be supportive of how she feels but wanting to keep her anger contained. Since she is a a public servant and all.

We can see the concern written all over her face as she chases Celina. She's such a good friend. I love her. We all need a Lucy in our lives friend wise. Luckily she is able to contain it best she can with Celina pulling her mom out. They run into another woman in the hall. One desperately looking for her pregnant sister who has been missing for weeks. Celina's mom volunteering them to help her. Their SL begins.

What I loved about this SL was we got to have Tim and Angela on a case together. Bestie's unite on this one. This may be random af but made me think of a thing on New Girl. 'A Classic Winston and Cece mess around.' LOL A classic Tim and Angela case. This scene above being why. The looks shared between them while they investigate these clueless people haha Didn't have the space to get third guy in but their shared looks are top notch.

That first lady is clearly checking Tim out. No shame in her game. Saying as long as his arm as she checked out his arm lmao I mean, I was checking out his arms too, but I always do that when they’re in plain view like that. The way he turns around to Angela had me cackling. Man never knows how to take being hit on. Never has. Never will.

Eric is so effortlessly funny it’s subtle, but it lands so well. And Alyssa? Her reaction in kind is absolute perfection. They're so good together. The second one hitting on Angela is too funny. I was laughing so hard. "Not this shorty.' Ha I really do love when they're paired together. Only other person Tim has this good of chemistry with on a case, besides Lucy, is Angela. Their banter and teamwork is *chef's kiss* So you'll never see me complain about them tackling a case together.

They find out hitman and clients alike are being wiped out due to website being hacked. Which is horrifying with how quickly they found that out tbh. I mean clearly the person who let Tim know and the person wiping out these people are not the same.

Makes me wonder who the hell it is.... I'm assuming that's the idea. That we aren't supposed to know. What they do know is they have a list of people to stop from being killed.

Nolan tries to make a dad joke and fails HARD. The look between them had me cracking up. I did love their in-sync turn to face John. Only other person I would be comfortable Tim having this much case chemistry with is her. Bestie magic at it's finest. They're so over Nolan's BS and I'm laughing so very hard. Thinking he has something important to say and it's that....Swing and a miss good sir. I love them.

I LOVE LOVE LOVE the authority Lucy exudes in this scene. Takes control of the situation immediately. Telling Heather she needs to leave. Not in a minute. Not after they talk. NOW. Of course she tries to contest it and that doesn't fly with Lucy. Not one bit. 'She's not in charge. I am.' *mic drop* Like hot damn girl. You're every bit the badass you don’t give yourself credit for. Look at you. I'm so proud.

Forever in awe of the confident BAMF of a woman she has become. It floors me just like Tim's growth. Makes me so happy to see. I adore Lucy taking on this leader/protector role for Celina in this episode. Knowing these waters are going to be choppy emotionally for her with this one. Celina has come a long way but this is a trigger for her. One she wouldn't be able to handle on her own.

Now I totally understand why Taylor did this. I'm very close to my sister. She's basically one of my best friends. I cannot imagine having a fallout like that and then have her go missing. I would be sick with worry and guilt. Needing to do SOMETHING to fix it. To alleviate the anxiety and worry eating me alive. I would be insane with stress and reaching out to anyone to help me. As I said earlier this SL struck a personal chord with me. They wrote this very well.

We get to the scene (other than the hug) I was most excited to get to. Some bestie time at Tim's house. Which I am more than happy they are at once again. They take a break from work and Tim asks if she wants a drink? They shift from work to personal life pretty quickly. Thank you Angela. You are a Queen and we all adore you for it. Doesn’t hold back on giving him shit in the slightest. No matter the subject. We are not worthy madam. But forever grateful.

She starts out slow. Asking about the game. If he convinced Miles to join yet or not? I love her easing him into it. She knows this man well. Tim jokes he threatened a blue page. Angela poking and prodding in a way only she can. Tim saying this game is important to him. Angela knows exactly what that is code for. All his issues with his father and what football represented for him. Doesn't waste a second calling him out for it. Tim asking if she always has to poke at his feelings? Uh duh.

Of course she wants to talk feelings. What else do you expect Timothy? Sure it's a convo she's been wanting to have for awhile with him. Especially with Tim and Lucy in a seemingly better place, a confusing, messy place, but still better. One where no one, including them, fully knows what that means. Clearly that is coming across to everyone in the station Angela included. Also love her saying he's one of the girls and girls gossip LOL Fantastic but true. What happens you have a girl-bestie my love. They wanna talk feelings.

Angela doesn't beat around the bush. Telling him to just spill it. He's not going to win this battle and he knows it. Asking Tim what's going on with him and Lucy? I will say this scene gave me 6x06 vibes. That scene in the car at the dock while they're tailing Ray. Angela giving him her advise whether he wants it or not. He isn't nearly as obstinate now as he was then. He is just a smidge this time around haha. It feels mostly banter based though. Tim replying honestly he doesn't know. It's a fair assessment.

They're in a better space but they're not fully healed. She just used his body like a jungle gym not long ago. One he was more than happy to be, but it did make things messier.... So this is a fair reply from him. Following it up with her taking the Sergeants exam. Which is his way of saying he hopes that gives him another crack at winning her back. Angela picks up on this of course. Implying as such in her reply.

Being our on screen shipper saying 'So you two can get back together?' I love her so much. Tim denies it at first. Saying it's good for her career. I mean it is but it is also good for you two and this bloody chain of command issue. Tim letting her know it has come up though.....Angela ask if she can offer a little advice? I was so excited about this for couple reasons. One another square down for my bingo card haha Two. I just really wanted a scene like this. Angela telling him like it is about Lucy. He is far more receptive than he's ever been. Even if he is sassy in his reply above.

The giving season continues on with Angela's spot on advice. Crushing it on all fronts in her guidance. Putting everything on the table since they're talking about it. Starting off with Lucy was (and still is) the best thing that's ever happened to him. FACTS. Just straight FACTS to begin with. The advice is to come. But I love her saying this to start with. We've known this for a very long time. But it is nice to hear it on screen. Just like everything else this season. It's so very satisfying to watch that become cannon. Angela watched over the years the positive impact Lucy has had on her friend. The amazing woman she's become. How happy she made him when they were together. Watched the change in Tim due to her. It had to be said.

She kicked this speech off strong and I was cheering her on. Angela soldiers forward letting him know if he is lucky enough to win her back after ALL he put her though. And as we all know far too painfully well, what he put her through was nothing short of hell. God it was hell on earth for us as well. Idk even with my previous ship I adored I felt as much agony as 6x06 made me feel. I love Angela recognizing that. I really do .She may have no idea the details but she knows the turmoil he thrust upon her with their breakup. The magnitude of it wasn't lost on her. I adore Tim nodding along with all of this. The Tim he is now, the more healed, more grounded one, knows exactly what Angela’s throwing down right now. I love that this is something that is brought up a lot. The severity of what he did doesn't fade. It's ever present.

He isn't shying away from it though. Post-therapy, there’s no one more aware of the damage he inflicted on her than Tim. I love Angela calling him on it and he is in absolute agreeance. No fight whatsoever. Her follow up to that is utter perfection. That he should be on his knees every night, praying in gratitude if he’s lucky enough to get her back. Yes he should be. GOD I LOVE THIS WOMAN. Ain't no one gonna tell him straight like his bestie will. Tim understands the assignment. You can see it when he says 'Understood.' All that’s left is the convo and Lucy's forgiveness at this point. Feel like everything else is in place IMO. We are so close I can feel it.

I admire Lucy apologizing here. I would do the same thing. The guilt would be eating me up. I would want to address the elephant in the room as well. I can't sit on things. I have to talk about them or they'll suffocate me. Lucy doing this is for Celina is just the best.

It's like this episode was trying to remind me why I love Lucy Chen so much. I already knew but I don't hate the reminders. I just adore her having the foresight to know it probably upset Celina. To nip that in the bud before they really dig into this investigation. Adore this woman. Safe to say I might be a little in love with Lucy Chen too haha

I was kinda hoping they’d have a case like this living together I will say. So having them team up like this was exciting to watch. Celina thanking her is everything. She knows what balls it took for Lucy to own up to listening to that podcast. To be vulnerable and confront it like she did. I love their bond it's so sweet. I'm sure it's something Celina NEEDED to hear but would've never asked of Lucy. That's what makes the moment so impactful and special IMO. I love their friendship so very much.

This entire sequence put me on edge in the best way. It was so good. The way they teamed up and saved this girl and child. Also Lucy Chen you are an absolute BAMF. That almost doesn't seem like enough of a word for her. Holy Hell. Do you see how she flew through that window and was immediately ready to negotiate?

Gun drawn ready to talk this unstable person down? I am in awe of her Fandom. Doesn't hesitate to pull that trigger when its warranted. To save that little babies life. To think you doubted you were a bad ass in 7x11 Lucy. SMH. Bailey should be the one metaphorically holding the beer now LOL If only she could see herself the way we all saw her. Goodness she is impressive.

Look at Lucy comforting Celina. Knowing right away this must be upsetting for her. How could it not be? They got to have the ending she was robbed of. I’m sure this is striking a deep chord within her. Lucy is making sure she is ok. Letting her know it's ok if she isn't ok.

I love that so much. When you don’t get any validation growing up, it’s such a blessing to find people who do that for you. Validate your feelings. Not only that but letting you know sometimes it's ok not to be ok. I can't explain how this hit just right.

I loved Lucy being that friend in this moment for her. Something very healing about receiving it. You can see Celina wants to cry after she say this. She've given her the space to not be ok with this. It's lovely. This scene got me square in the heart I will say. What a good episode for them both. Holy cow. Lucy spots her person waiting for her and feels the siren call of him. Letting Celina know she is going to be right back. That when she is she'll take her home.

Have to get some Feral Caitlin out before we start on this hug. Mmmm god Tim showing up looking like a god damn snack. Just look at him above when he arrives. Badge showing, tight red shirt, and jeans. Lord have mercy. This man will be the death of me in the best way.... I love him coming to check on her right away. Clearly hearing she had to shoot that crazy woman. His first priority is her. She’s the first thing on his mind and the first place he runs to.

I cannot with how much I love this. Adore that Tim is the one to initiate this hug. Transparent Tim continues to make me happy beyond belief. Doesn't ask if she needs a hug. Just engulfs her in his arms, the moment she is close enough for him to scoop her up. Lucy easily folds into him. Like the perfect puzzle piece she always is in their hugs. Just locking into place like it's where she should always be. Look at her above It's the first time she's been allowed to fall apart a little.

The little happy grunt she does once she's in his arms. *screams* The look of absolute relief that he is there is getting me emotional af. Like she can breathe a little knowing he’s there. Tim happy to be the one to hold her up if only for a brief moment. Also can we talk about where her hands are and where she slowly withdraws them? So intimately placed…my goodness. Tim trying to make a joke to get her to smile. It doesn't land like he wants with her defeated reply. So he just nods being whatever she needs in this moment.

I adore Lucy being open with him about how she’s feeling. That logically she can understand how someone could be that broken. But emotionally? She is wrecked and upset. Hell I am too. That whole scene was disturbing to watch unfold. I love that she leans into him emotionally when something is upsetting and hurts. Just like old times. We all know It’s how she makes sense of things by talking them out. Lucy knows he’s steady enough of a pillar to work it out with her.

That she feels safe enough to do that with him constantly now. Look at how we started this season. She wouldn't talk to him about Seth and her initials issues. Now look at her. It’s been a slow, steady kind of healing and there’s something so beautiful in that. How naturally it's come without being rushed. I commend the writers so much this year for it's pace. The maturity of it all has blown me away.

Now Tim just screaming his feelings once again in his reply. Concern pouring out of him. The relief in his eyes knowing she’s ok is glorious. To him at the end of the day Lucy being ok is more important to him than anything else. He conveys as much to her. This man isn’t going to waste a single moment with her without making sure she knows how much she matters to him. Keep showing up for her Tim. I know I have said that a lot but it's working. His consistency in moments like this are paramount to building toward their reconciliation and that talk.

It's sweet she is leaning on him a second time here. Asking if it was ok if she didn't come to the game later? Needing his reassurance to take care of herself. He gladly gives her it. The way he builds her up before saying he’s got her back I cannot. That is his speciality this year. Building his girl up when she needs him the most. Love me some s7 Tim fandom. I loved this man before; but God almighty, he has leveled up this year and I love him even more, if that’s possible.

I adore him listing all the ways she's earned her break. The reverence in his tone as he explains all the reasons she deserves to go rest. The man doesn’t need extra reasons to be so gone for her, but she just keeps stacking them up with badass moments like this. Also we got to see a little protective Tim coming out in his reply. He wouldn’t hesitate to destroy anyone who tried to give him crap about her missing it. Little bit of feral Tim comes out and he stops himself. And just says he’ll fill them in.

You watch him take a beat before he says it. Then finishes with 'I'll fill them in.' When really he’s wants to rip them a new asshole if they say anything. But refrains from saying as such ha Like to note the way Lucy looks at him adoringly as he answers the phone. The heart eyes are real. She didn’t decompress until her person arrived. Just being strong for Celina then he showed up and she could fall apart a little. *happy sigh* His sweet touch before he has to go has my shipper heart all happy. Gah I love them.

There is literally no purpose to this gif other than the sinfully delicious man above. Just flexing those sexy forearms as they prep. Tim Bradford is a full-blown thirst trap, and I’ve never been so dehydrated. The thirst is very real. Something about Field Tim and street clothes has me extra feral. haha *fans self*

I will say I loved Angela being the one to take Malvado down. Just like Lucy doesn't hesitate to do what must be done. After he kicked Tim and Nolan's ass....

Before she leaves she mentions the thing that's been bugging me this entire SL. Who is the person that contacted Tim? Is there any significance in him being chosen? Or was it just random? My gut just isn't sitting well with Tim being the chosen one to receive the news. So who this is? I guess that’s still TBD.... For now. I might be overreacting like I stated earlier. Simply because it's Tim who was the target to start the case. Like I said if it was Nolan I wouldn't bat an eye.

Could be mean nothing but we're headed toward the end of season.... So I'm a little on edge bout finale implications. I could be completely wrong and this has zero to do with Tim. Could have no connection to him at all. This could be another Monica fueled plan to get more players off the board.

And while that might not be him directly. If true doesn't mean he wouldn't be collateral damage in it all. Especially if this person wants revenge for being revealed and told him as much. My anxiety was cranked for this and I can't explain why. All I do know is we are not done with this whatever it is. And that's what makes me nervous. I don't have answers lol and that's ok shall see how this ends up playing out.

Tis Entire game was adorable and I loved it. As Giants fan And Eli Manning being the brother I love more I adored Cooper Manning being in this ep. That was amazing haha Also Angela trying to bribe Wes was everything LOL Nolan's face was funny in reply. Also it was pot shot at the refs from last season in the NFL I'm dying. IFYYK. Won't say no to Sports Tim in my fav color rocking a black eye. Idk why that does it for me. But honestly anything about this man does it for me let's be honest. haha Was a light and fun way to end the ep.

Next week looks GOOOOOD. I know the documentary eps aren't always well received. But I always have a soft spot for them. They're usually hilarious and more importantly produce excellent Chenford content. They're being interviewed together for it too. So I am ready for whatever goodies we get in this episode. May even get a more open Tim than we've ever seen with these. Especially if the topic of Lucy is brought up and or their relationship. It's a bummer about Abagail. I do love all the s2 tie backs this season. Rachel and Now her.

Thank you forever and always to my readers. Your likes, comments ( love chatting bout the season come chat) and reblogs fuel me. These are a fun thing I get to do for my happy place and you all make that possible so thank you. Shall see you all 7x15 :)

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Side notes-Non Chenford

Idk why hearing Eric’s voice say “previously on the rookie.” Brings me so much joy but it does LOL

Poor Nyla…I hope their meetings gain more traction in the future. Nice to see her and James in a better place it seems.

Omg these videos….I can't believe thats what they watched lol

Same day delivery for the win. Gah I miss same day delivery. Where I am now does not have it LOL I was very spoiled where I was before. Lived near a hub No where near one now...

God John’s view is stunning always blows me away when we're at his house. Legit distracts me in his house haha

Didn’t mind the FBI insert this ep. Maybe it’s the others I can’t stand LOL she’s pretty solid addition if we’re gonna have them.

So proud of Miles and his video. Love this kid. I love him using the game to get Tim to do the videos. I love him hahah well done sir. Also we better see dem videos.

#Caitlin's First Impressions #chenford #7x14 Mad For Murder #the rookie 7x14 #tim x lucy #tim bradford #lucy x tim #lucy chen #the rookie #s7 #otp: doing my job

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justwhisperingfantasies · 6 months ago

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Always

Characters: -Reader - Dean Winchester - Sam Winchester- Bobby Singer- Emily- Town folk of Burkittsville. Mention of John Winchester.

Warnings: Fluff, Language,Talking on the phone while driving, Cannon Violence, Supernatural Spoilers,

Summary: What starts off as Dean ranting to his best friend turns into something more.

A/N: So, I just rewatched Scarecrow recently. This got stuck in my head and I had to get it out

Hope y'all enjoy it.

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You could feel your eyelids getting heavy as the rain made a pelting noise on the windshield. Damn, it felt like Bobby’s kept getting further away. You rolled the window down and the radio up hoping the cold air with the sound of Zeppelin would help. Just as you started to sing along with the lyrics, worry crossed her face when her phone started to ring.

A smile spread across her face as she read the name. Flipping open the phone she bringing the phone to your ear you said “Well. Well, you calling to apologize for Tulsa Winchester?”

“There were lives at sake sweetheart. I had to.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You chuckled. “Not many girls would pick up the phone after being left blue balled and naked in a motel room.”

“Trust me, you’re not the only one that had blue balls.”

“Good.” you sneered making him chuckle.

“So, what’s my favorite girl up to?” he asked.

“Driving.”

“To?”

“Sioux falls”

“What’s in Sioux falls?”

‘A bed with my name on it?”

“You gonna share?”

“Maybe.” She teased.

“Come on you can’t stay mad at me forever.”

“I don’t intend to.”

“So, the how long do you intend to?”

“Until you're begging at my feet," you said with a playful tone, making him chuckle “Where are you?”

“Headed to Burkittsville, Indiana”

“For?”

“A case.”

“Obviously.”

He smiled. “Dad called this morning an.”

“Excuse me? Is he ok? Where is he? Why hasn’t he.”

“I was gonna get there darlin’” Dean said with a smile. “He’s in California. He said he’s ok, but it’s not safe for us to be with him right now. He’s going after the thing that killed mom.” He sighed. “He said it’s a demon.” You could hear his radio playing in the silence. “Of course they got into it. they always get into it.”

“Sam and John?”

“Yes, Because Sam can’t just trust Dad when he says something. He must know every little detail.”

“Not really a bad thing.”

He exhaled sharply. “If dad says it’s not safe it’s not safe,”

“I hear you, Go on.”

“I snatched the phone; I couldn’t take hearing them bitch anymore. Dad told me to write these names down. 3 couples all went missing, all from different states, none of them arrived at their destination, none of them ever heard from again.”

“And John thinks there’s something there?”

“Well, each one’s route took them through the same town.”

“Let me guess, Burkittsville?”

“How did you know?” he said sarcastically making you laugh. “And they all disappeared on the second week of April one year after another.”

“Dean! This is the second week of April!!”

“No shit smartass.” He laughed with you.

“So, John sent you guys to Indiana…”

“Yep.”

“So is Sam sleeping and you just needed someone to talk to?”

“Well,” He hesitated “Sam’s not with me now.”

“What happened?”

“We were on our way here. Sam was driving, we were going over the case, and he just started being Sam. Question everything little thing Dad said. He noticed Dad called from a Sacramento number. He tried to talk me into leaving the hunt and going after dad.”

“He did just lose Jess.”

“Yeah, he threw that in my face.”

“Dean.”

“Don’t Dean me. And you’re my best friend. You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“Dean, I am always on your side. I’m just suggesting to give the kid a break.”

“Yeah, I’ll give him a break alright.” you rolled her eyes. “Anyway. So, Sam and I get into it. He says he doesn’t understand why I always have to listen to Dad. Why I have so much blind faith in him.”

“Does he know about...”

“No.” he cut you off. “And the less people that know about me being a screw up the better.”

“Babe you were a kid.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

She sighed. “Alright. Continue.”

“He stopped the car and got out. Said he was going to California to find dad. I told him I wasn’t going. One. Another couple is probably going to die this week. We need to kill it before that happens. Two. if dad wanted our help, he would have told us to come to California. So, he gets all his stuff and storms off.”

“That’s it?”

“I might have said he wasn’t a good son,” he clicked his tongue, “and a selfish bastard.”

You sighed again. “Dean.”

“Would ya stop Deaning me. He isn’t acting like a good son, and he is a selfish bastard... sometimes. People are gonna die.” He huffed. “I told him I would leave. He didn’t care, he kept walking. He said that’s wHaT I wAnT yOu tO Do.” You couldn’t help but smile at his mocking tone. “So, I said goodbye got in my car and drove off.”

“Do you want my advice?”

“I’d rather you tell me I was right.”

“Do you think you were right?”

“Yes, I have to save these people.”

“Maybe Sam knows you can handle this, so he went to go get the answers he needs.”

“Yeah, I guess I don’t know what it’s like to lose someone like that. I couldn’t imagine watching the girl I love burn on the ceiling. The mere idea of his best friend on the ceiling caused a sensation of unease in his stomach.

“You’d have to actually love someone first Dean,”

“Maybe I do.”

You rolled her eyes again, “Doubtful.” He stayed silent.

“Deanie.”

“I told you not to call me that.”

“Deanie,” he rolled his eyes with a smile. “I think you should call him.”

He scoffed. “Right. That’s not happening.” She signed. “How close are you to that bed?”

“Pulling in now.”“About 10 mi .”

“Good. I don’t need you falling asleep at the wheel.”

“Awe look at you all worried about me.”

“Always sweetheart.” She smiled. “Enjoy your bed.”

“Sweet dreams babe.”

“Alright Bobby, it’s probably nothing, but I’ll check it out.” you yelled into the library as you watched the hamburger patties on the stove. “After lunch.”

“Here.” Bobby walked in holding your phone out. “Damn thing has rung like 7 times.”

“Thanks B.”

You flipped open the phone as it started to ring again. “Dean,”

“Don’t you ever do that to me again!” he scolded you. “I have called you like 10 times. I thought you were dead.”

“I’m sorry I was making food.”

“Well keep your damn phone in your pocket.”

“Alright Dad.”

“Don’t even you’d have my balls if you called 10 times, and I didn’t answer.”

You looked to see if Bobby was close. “Tell me more about me having your balls.”

“Don’t be cute right now. I’m pissed off.”

“I said I was sorry.” He sighed. “What do.”

“What the hell?” he exclaimed. “Hold on. My emf is going off.”

You could hear something ruffling “You, ok?”

“Yea. Just digging it out of my bag. I was driving though this orchard and this damn thing just started going off.”

“Maybe there’s something in the orchard.”

“Thanks Sherlock.” You smiled. “I’m gonna go check this out. Can you answer the phone when I call back?”

“Yes sir!” he laughed. “Dean, be careful. K?”

“Always am.”

“Hey pretty lady.” He said answering his phone.

She smiled. “Just making sure.”

“Awe look at you all worried about me.”

“Always Dean.”

He chuckled. “I was just about to call you. I got a pretty big lead.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, so I went and checked the orchard. Found this nasty looking scarecrow. Who happened to have the same tattoo in the same spot as the guy that went missing last year. I went back into town. Talked to the niece of the couple that owns the gas station. There was a car getting serviced there. A couple road tripping. They were at the bakery, so I went in had some coffee. Turns out they stopped for gas and the mechanic found something wrong with their break line. Said it would be fixed at sundown.”

“Hmm shady.”

“I know. It’s almost sundown now. I’m on my way there. Can I call you later?”

“Yes. I planned on staying up any how.”

“What are you doing.”

“Tracking a shifter I think.”

“Babe.” He warned.

“Don’t worry I already called for reinforcements.”

“Just please be careful.”

“Always.”

“Dean?” She answered her phone with a groggy voice

“Heya sweetheart. Did someone doze off?”

“No, just resting my eyes,”

He chuckled. “So, the fucking scarecrow came to life.”

“Well, I saw that one comin’.” She retorted “Everyone ok?

“Yes, you’re such a grump when you wake up.”

“I am when someone wakes me up.”

He chuckled “Well I’m sorry princess you said you’d be awake.”

“So, a couple, every year, Scary ass scarecrow.”

“And they were just stuffing this couple full of food while they were fixing their car.”

“So, you thinkin some kind of God?”

“Yup. Sounds like a Pagan God to me.” He yawned. “I’m gonna call the university first thing in the morning. See if I can get an appointment with this professor.”

“Have you heard from Sam?”

“Nope.”

“Maybe you should call and see how he’s doing.”

“Maybe. In the morning. I am beat.”

“You called me.”

“Didn’t wanna hear about it if I didn’t.”

“Whatever Winchester, Get some sleep.”

“Night sweetheart”

“Hey.”

“I talked to Sam.”

“You talked to Sam?”

Yea. And that professor got me in. I’m on my way there right now.”

“Awesome. How did it go with Sam?”

“Darlin’, Why are you whispering?”

“Found the shifter.”

“Are you kidding me?! why did, never mind just call me back and be careful"

"Always."

“Hey there...”

“Sam, have you talked to Dean?” You asked frantic

“Earlier. Is everything ok?”

“Well, he told me to call him back, now he’s not answering.”

“Maybe he’s still at the college.”

“I don’t know Sam I got a bad feeling.”

“Let me try I’ll call you back.”

“Sam. Its been 3 hours. I’m on my way there.”

“Me too. I should have listened you to earlier.”

“Its fine. Can you get there before sundown?”

“Yea I think so.

“There’s an orchard.”

“I know we’ll meet there.”

It was just after sundown; you had just pulled up to the orchard when your phone started to ring. “Sam, where are you?”

“Right here I see your car.” Sam walked up, you tossed your phone and grabbed your shotgun. You got another out of your trunk and handed it to Sam. “Let’s go.”

“Do you have a plan?” a quivering Emily asked Dean.

“I’m working on it.” Dean said, He looked around not be able to see much with his hands tied above his head. “Can you see? Is the scare crow moving yet?”

“I can’t see.” Emily said. “Wait what’s that?”

“Dean?” Sam yelled.

“Sam.” You walked around the tree to untie Dean while Sam stood guard. “Heya sweetheart.”

“Thought you didn’t like being tied up?”

"I don’t.” he stayed serious “Come on that scarecrow can come to life any minute.”

“Uh What scarecrow?” Sam asked Dean.

You passed your gun to Dean and headed over to free Emily. Taking her hand, you joined the guys. Just as you were about to leave the orchard, five more guns pointed at your group. Dean lowered your weapon. “We’re outnumbered, Sam. Just put it down.” Sam complied with hesitation.

“Please let us go.” Emily begs.

“It will be over soon.” Her uncle tells her. A scythe suddenly slices through his chest. Emily lets out a scream and clutches your shoulders, burying her face into your back. The scarecrow drags her aunt and uncle away while the screams echo all around.

Dean pulls you along, urging, “Let’s move!” He takes off running, and the four of you dash to the road.

“Never a dull moment with the Winchesters.” you say, catching your breath. Dean pressed a kiss to your cheek and pulled you into a warm embrace.

You flopped down on your bed after finally making it back to the motel. Just when you closed your eyes, there was a knock on the door. “It’s open!”

“Seriously? You’re just gonna leave the door unlocked and not even check who it is before inviting them in?” Dean said with a grin.

“Eh, I’ve got a shotgun nearby. I’m all set.”

You kept your eyes shut feeling his weight on you as he nuzzled his head on your chest.

“You were worried about me today. So much that you drove 10 hours.”

“Don’t flatter yourself Winchester. I was in Burlington. More like 3 and a half”

“You love me.” He chuckled as you let out a hefty sigh. He raised his head and rested his chin on your chest. You cracked your eyes open a bit, catching a glimpse of his bright green eyes. “You know I love you too, right?"

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captain-mj · 1 year ago

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Listen, just about every other month I find and reread your pricegraves fic where after graves betrayal he would do anything for price to forgive him, leading to some toe curling edging and overstimulation.

If you had it in you, another fic with other characters or pricegraves again, featuring edging and overstimulation would be lovely. Love your writing and that one is definitely one of my favorites. So funny with ghosts being the wingman. If not, Merry Christmas, happy holidays and I still can't wait to see what you got coming next.

All my favorite things! Also you're getting PriceGraves <3 If you guys want this in more ships, ask and I got you guys

Link if anyone doesn't know what they're talking about

This is basically post MW3 with my updated characterizations of the characters

Graves smirked at Price. "I threw Shepherd under the bus and you're mad at me? I'm the reason you could kill the guy."

Price hated that Graves was right but what he hated more was that Graves was saying all of this with his suit half undone. "How did you know I killed him? I did just a few hours ago."

"Heard he died. You're here. I'm no fool, Price." Graves drank from the shot glass he had. "Come to kill me too?"

"Considering it."

"Don't blame you. I'd kill you if I had the chance."

Price tapped his fingers on the table, looking him over. He was attractive. Especially like this. His hand was on his inner thigh, almost... posing.

Graves was posing.

Price started to notice the little details. His hair was the hot bed head messy, his shirt had been opened to expose his chest and the fucking whiskey glass.

Graves looked at him through soft lashes. "John. Are you going to kill me or keep staring?"

Price hadn't told anyone he'd be there. He doubted any of them would care if he added Phillip Graves to the list, but still. None of them expected it. Nor would they know that he even went there.

"Keep staring."

Graves sighed. "You come here. Dressed like that. Stupid fucking beanie." He drank the rest of his glass and set it down. "And all you're going to do is stare?"

Price swallowed and crossed the room, putting the gun to Graves's temple. Graves just smiled at him.

"I'm not drunk, don't worry. Just got a taste." He licked his lips and Price almost growled as he kissed him. His tongue darts out to taste the whiskey.

It's his favorite.

Price groaned and kept licking at him, trying to devour him. Graves stayed lax for now and let Price grab him and move between his legs. "Oh Captain, my Captain." He teased when Price went for his throat, nipping and biting.

Price hated how put together he acted. Just once, he wanted to Graves to act as deranged and feral as Price felt. He pulled at his clothing but didn't undress him yet.

"You can, John. Won't tell you no."

Price only finished unbuttoning Graves's shirt and pants, leaving everything still on. He knelt down and felt Graves's hand fall on his shoulders. "Not going to knock the beanie off?"

"I love your hair but you look... really good like that." There was a hint of breathlessness in his voice that had Price realizing he made the right choice. He looked up at him and Graves blushed a little before Price started to kiss down his stomach.

Graves tightened his grip on the arms of the chair and he looked up at the ceiling as Price gently and carefully used his tongue and teeth to pull his underwear down. He started to mouth at his cock, pleasantly surprised to find that Graves was rather sensitive. He jerked up and groaned at the feeling of Price's beard rubbing against him.

"Fuck." Graves groaned. "Come on. Do it properly."

Price had half a mind to leave him hard and aching for the comment but instead, he kissed the tip and slowly slid down.

Graves tilted his head back. "You feel so good. It's been a while."

Price hummed and slowly worked him over, feeling him tense and start to pant softly. Right when he was sure he was at the edge, he pulled off. A string of saliva connected them before snapping as he swallowed. He stared at him and Graves gripped the arm until his knuckles went white. Something close to malice in his eyes.

Price got up and grabbed the lube from the nightstand. He ripped the container open with his teeth and knelt back down. Graves kicked his pants off and spread his legs as Price started right back up at licking over his cock. Now he included his fingers, working him open.

Price kissed his inner thigh before biting into the flesh and making Graves keen. His cock twitched violently as Price worked him open, ignoring the way Graves moved and thrashed. He panted softly as Price threatened to make him come with his fingers but Price stopped right as he almost got there.

Graves groaned. "Are you going to tease me all night?"

"Considering it." Price threatened.

Graves went to protest but Price already saw how turned on the idea made him so he bit his tongue instead.

Price gave him nothing until he had came all the way back down, heavy breathing and flustered. "John..."

Price crooked his fingers and Graves almost screamed. He could see him biting his lip as his eyes rolled back. Precum leaked out of his cock.

Price smirked as he continued his tirade. Graves was perfect. So much skin was unmarred. Perfect for sinking his teeth in to. Not to mention the sounds. The soft keens and almost violent moans that came out of him. His eyes welled up with tears as Price brought him right to the edge again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Graves whined as Price pulled away, leaving him chasing the pleasure. "So good, so good. Come on, fuck me, John. You want to."

Price did. But he couldn't make this easy. "You lied on the stand. You hurt people."

"i protected my own. Surely you can understand that more than anyone." Graves's back arched as Price curled his fingers and pressed. He groaned and tensed around him, eyes rolling back.

Price slowly pulled out of him, watching how Graves swallowed and his head fell back. He yanked him closer to the edge and forced his legs wider open. Graves's hands fell to his side, having to hold himself up.

"Fucking hell." Price cursed when he slid into him. HIs eyes rolled back at the feeling. Graves's hands grabbed his sides and his ankles went over his shoulders. He shoved into him hard, loving the blissed out expression it got from Graves. He put his hands over Graves's head and thrust into him hard.

"Jesus Christ, John. You're so big." Graves looked wrecked, teeth still digging into his lip. "I can finish now right?"

Price put his hand around his throat and fucked him nice and slow. He'd slow down to a crawl when ever Graves started to get close. Teasing him,, letting him get close, so close to the line. He balanced him there, watching him grit his teeth.

"Ask nicely."

"Fuck you."

Price stopped to let Graves come crashing down, hips furiously working to get them moving again. "Wait, no. John, come on."

"Ask nicely."

Graves glared at him for a minute but his trembling legs gave him away. "Fine. Please?"

"Please...?"

"Please Captain."

Price tightened his grip and slammed into him over and over again. He pressed into the hollow of Graves's throat, feeling him tense before coming hard between them. After all the teasing, he was so sensitive. Price pinned him down and kept going, enjoying himself. He took all the pleasure he wanted as Graves tried to catch his breath.

"You're going to let come too, aren't you commander?"

Graves panted softly as he stared up at him, already getting hard again. "Fuck you." He moaned and his eyes slipped close when Price jerked his hips.

Graves turned his head to the side and tried to pull his wrists free from Price, but he refused to let up. The pleasure was overwhelming, but Graves didn't say a word, just took it like a good boy. It took a bit, but Price managed to get a few tears out of him.

When he was about to finish Price grabbed his chin and forced him to look up at him. He took in those pretty blue eyes as he came, watching the soft blush across Graves's face as he realized why he just grabbed him. The eye contact burned but Price didn't plan on pulling out yet.

Graves tried to look away but Price wouldn't let him. They sat there for a moment before Price's fingers trailed down to Graves's hard cock.

"No need, Captain. Really." Graves answered gruffly before Price started to stroke him. He whimpered as he kept going.

"Got one more in you, don't ya, love?"

Graves groaned but let him keep going, not really having a choice. When he tried to move his hands, Price caught his wrists and continued pinning him. It was too much too soon but Graves still felt himself slowly winding back up.

He came with a sharp sob that filled him with more shame than what he just did. Or more, allowed Price to do to him.

It hit him hard and his legs shook pathetically around Price who simply pulled out, watching the way Graves couldn't help but try to keep the connection between them. Tears were still streaming down his face but he quickly wiped them away.

"Good job, Captain. I assume I'm off the hook?"

"For now. Might show back up."

"If you don't bring a gun, I might let you fully undress me next time." Graves grinned at he fixed his pants.

Price thought he was a little too coherent but he'd correct that next time he showed up.

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sohardlovingyou · 7 months ago

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in honor of midnight's two year anniversary, do you have a list of how you'd divide the album into john-songs and paul-songs? would love to know your thoughts! <3

Oh, I don't have a list but I can make one right now! I don't care about my job that much, lol

This is interesting because I think Midnights (alongside Rep) is the least mclennon Taylor album, buuuuuut it does have songs that individually are a lot like both of them so let's see

John songs:

Maroon: this is one of the few songs that I think are mclennon, but specifically I think it's very John pov re: 1968 NYC Apple trip. (heartbreaking, I know)

Anti-Hero: This one is self-explanatory, really. I cried on a train the first time I listened to it because it was so John-coded that it made me sad he was never going to hear it ):

The Great War: this is like Jealous Guy 2.0 (with the caveat that he was an idiot and Taylor is a princess)

Dear Reader: As my beloved @idontwanttospoiltheparty once told me, John was not self-aware enough to write something this intimate BUT I can't hear "you wouldn't take my word for it if you knew who was talking" and "You should find another guiding light, but I shine so bright" without thinking about him, so #JohnCoded

Hits Different: Again, self-explanatory. Probably top 3 most John coded Taylor songs. "I picture you with other girls in love, and threw up on the street" is sooooo baby mclennon it makes me giggle. And "Dreams of your hair and your stare and sense of belief in the good in the world, you once believed in me" is SO SO SO John thinking about Paul that it makes me want to rip my heart out of my chest. But then she says "or have they come to take me away?" and i get sad for both of them.

Paul songs:

You're On Your Own, Kid: If I didn't find looking for video clips so tedious, I would have made a post-breakup Paul edit with that bridge because o m g. "I gave my blood sweat and tears for this" It's literally Get Bak Paul, and it makes me go insane thinking about it. "I looked around in a blood-soaked gown and I saw something they can't take away" they're both thinking about music, aren't they? Anyway, he was on his own and he DID face it.

Question...?: Taylor is so nonchalant and chill in this song that the fact that she's fucking furious almost flies right above your head. And Idk, it reminds me of the way Paul wrote Too Many People and Dear Boy. I wish I was better at explaining this but hopefully, you'll get it. "Does it feel like everything is second best after that meteor strike?" is so petty, lmao, it just gives: you'll NEVER replace me as your soulmate, cry about it (it works both ways tho).

Vigilante Shit: I just think he should have sung it about Klein doing the Eras Tour choreography.

Karma: I'm just adding it for the same reason as Vigilante Shit. "My pennies made your crown". "Ask me why so many fade and I'm still here", it's also self-explanatory.

Mastermind: The first time I heard "I've been scheming like a criminal ever since to make them love me and make it seem effortless" and "I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian 'cause I care" I gasped and went "PAUL!", so make of that what you will. Like, it's just him in song form. Also, baby Paul following John around before they officially met, and then pretending he has to think about being in his band lmao. "Checkmate, I couldn't lose" indeed.

✨MCLENNON BONUS✨

I couldn't finish this without mentioning that Midnights has a song that's literally called PARIS!!! And I have said this before but I think it's just John trapped in a hotel room in 1966 thinking about them going back there, and then THEY DID! (Paul ruined it but whatever).

#this was soooooooo fun #thank you anon I hope you like it (:#not including sweet nothing because it's a paul story but i don't think it's him coded if that makes sense

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etherealspacejelly · 1 year ago

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Fic Masterlist

Hey guys, just thought I would do a list of all of the fics I have written so far with links and short descriptions! I don't tend to promote my stuff much after the day it's posted so I thought a post like this would do the job of promoting them all at the same time :)

If you want to make sure you never miss when I post/update a fic, let me know in the tags or comments of this post that you want to be added to my tag list!

A Sweet Surprise - A fic I wrote for Dean Winchesters birthday in January, and the first fic I ever posted!! It's a very short and sweet little one-shot about young Sam and Dean. John is away on a hunt for Dean's birthday, so Sammy takes matters into his own hands!

Get Some Rest - A one-shot reader insert Star Trek Fic. You are the head of the ecology team on board the Enterprise, and after returning from a mission that did not go as planned, Spock and Jim take care of you and make sure you get the rest you desperately need. Absolute tooth rotting fluff.

Lay All Your Love On Me - Another reader insert Star Trek fic. You walk into medbay to find Bones overworking himself (no surprise there) and try to convince him to take a break. In the process he discovers that you are a very good hugger, and word spreads fast. Basically, it's four chapters of gratuitous cuddling with Bones, Kirk and Spock, sue me.

The Lonely Warrior - Einar, my MCU OC, is a 10-year-old Light Elf who becomes orphaned and is taken in by the Avengers. Contains some pretty heavy themes, especially to begin with, but makes up for it with plenty of found family fluff later on! New chapters are being uploaded every Sunday :)

Side Quests of a Light Elf - My other current WIP. A collection of one-shots about my OC, Einar, that didn't make it into the main fic. There are a number of reasons why a story might be in here, including: it is a crossover or AU, it doesn't connect well to the main timeline, or I felt that it wouldn't have added anything meaningful to the main story, but I thought it would be fun to write anyway. These stories are not canon to The Lonely Warrior, but if you like Einar and want to see them being put in Situations, then this fic is for you!

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geekgemsspooksandtoons · 11 months ago

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Alien vs Predator: An Honest Review

Be warned, this is a long and detailed review below that contains spoilers for a nearly 20 year old movie. You'll be surprised by what I say.

I literally just watched the movie. The unrated version because I thought with the added deleted scenes and attempts to make it more R rated may help it out.

I think it's well known or more recently that I'm a big Alien and Predator fan. I wanna say I'm more of a Predator fan, yet I'm still a big fan of Alien. But this also means I actually love the AVP concept. I love the video games; I love the comics. I kind of want to say the original AVP story is my "The Dark Knight Returns" or some stupid shit. And I love AVP 2 2001. To be honest, these two franchises actually fit so well with each other. That I do like seeing the Predator franchise being this "Prequel" series in a sense to the Alien series. Or just the idea they both exist in one timeline. But the movies...

I also wanna reveal something despite I likely have already revealed it before. It was because of that one film from 2004. I was basically introduced to both franchises at the same time. I feel like that may have ruined my perspective on each franchise. But that's another story. But what makes this film special is that this was the reason I'm even a fan of both. This film is the reason I'm writing this now. And it's been years since I've seen the original.

This year, Alien vs Predator will become 20 years old on August 6th. Today is the 37th anniversary for the original Predator. And thanks to two dudes on Discord for encouraging me to make this surprise review of the movie because I was thinking I shouldn't do it. I kept not wanting to watch this movie because of my developed feelings over it. I had a review kind of planned in my head. Especially for AVP Requiem and that's a review I wanted to write EVEN BEFORE I WATCHED IT AGAIN.

But you know what surprised me...despite me being more critical about this film...

I liked it. I still liked it. I wanna say I love it. But I think more so...I genuinely liked it.

But here's what I'm going to do. No, I'm not going to endlessly praise the film, nor am I going to tear it apart. I'm going to review it like any normal movie in a way. I want to list the negatives first. Because this is what I want to get out of the way and be clear about. The stuff that bothers me.

Here's the major thing, and it's not really the writing of the characters, the story, or whatever else...it's the time the movie is set in.

Also, I want to make it clear. For the problems the two AVP movies have, I blame 20th Century Fox for not giving these films higher budgets and whatever else. I'm also blaming John Davis or wanting to set these films on modern Earth. Because while I do agree with people there are problems with Paul W.S. Anderson as a director. Even though I praise the fact he doesn't give a fuck about what critics think. I genuinely believe this dude tried his best with this film, and like what he said. He wanted to respect more franchises. Even though I will always remember the special features that he seemed like he was a bigger Alien fan than Predator. He truly liked both.

I still believe him setting the movie in Antarctica, one of the most remote or isolated places on the planet is actually genius. He knew what he was doing. This also goes into something I like about the movie with its setting. But I'm talking about the time period. And why I still have a problem with this movie, even if I like the fact Anderson understood why it had to be set there. I also think it's really neat Dan O'Bannon and Ronald Shusett were involved with the story. The guys behind the story of the original Alien. Even though the screenplay is still by Anderson.

But again...there's still a problem. And this is related with the Alien franchise and what was one of the major things in that series. Even in the first movie and adding the later movies. One of the major things Ripley and others were trying to do was to keep the Alien away from Earth. Because the idea of even one of those creatures got on Earth, so much horrible shit would happen. You have comics like the "Earth War" that really delve into that and it's a major theme with those Alien movies. Hell, even the ending of Alien 3 includes that powerful moment of Ripley sacrificing herself to make sure the chestburster inside of her is never taken by Weyland Yutani. That's still a pretty powerful send off to her character, even with how I feel about Alien 3.

So, by setting this story on Earth in 2004. Which is 118 years I think before the events of Alien...it still feels like a middle finger to that series. I also feel like it just diminishes the powerful effect of the Nostromo finding the Derelict Ship on LV-426. And it's feels...horrifically ironic that Lex's words about, "Everything everybody will die." feels completely like or...not ignored or...it's still amazes how this film later on is all about making sure the Aliens don't get to the surface...but the next film IMMEDIATELY A DAY OR MAYBE HOURS OR MINUTES...the town of Gunnison, Colorado is fucked. I think again, a middle finger to well...fuck...just...let's move on.

Yeah, I still feel like this film should've taken place after Aliens or Alien 3. I have already written a reblog about what I would've changed for the film. But back to the point. That's my biggest problem with this movie.

My other issue with this film is well, the characters. Yet to be honest, I didn't really hate any of them. The characters in the film were actually pretty decent. But the problem is along with the film itself is that they aren't really I guess that interesting. Or what I wanted to say, they're all more like NPC's you meet in a video game. Sure, I actually got a few laughs out of the movie from Ewen Bremner's character Miller. No one is annoying and everyone does their part. But there isn't really a lot of huge character development. I don't think there's a specific theme to the movie except maybe like, "What do you want to be remembered for after you die?" but still, it doesn't feel like that. Yet that seems to be the major theme of the movie.

Back to the characters. None of them are annoying. The problem is while they're decent. They are sadly pretty much canon fodder and while Stafford's death is pretty horrific along with others. You don't really care for these characters. The most developed character is Alexa Woods. Yet I question if it's really character development. But she's a fine character. Again, I didn't hate anyone. But they're all pretty much basic characters you feel like you'll meet in a video game or something. Or even...I guess cartoon characters. But even then, they don't feel like that. They don't hold up much to the likes of the Nostromo crew or the Marines in Aliens, or even Dutch and his team. Or Hell, even Naru from Prey and any other characters from some of the other movies.

I'll also admit this, I'm not too big on the idea of "Predators teaching humans to build pyramids" and making humans part of the well, the rituals and shit. But I just want to get back to writing about the positives. I felt there was no need to just...add that or whatever. But you would have to change the story in a way.

There's also the fact that even when watching the unrated version. The movie still feels PG-13. And that's a major issue. The film is technically inoffensive in a way. I mean, it can get tense maybe for a younger viewer or someone new to either franchise. But again, even with the added CGI blood in the unrated version, it still feels pretty tame. I kind of want to say this movie may feel like one of those TV movies you may see for a show or a cartoon and it's more tense. But that sounds so stupid. Even then, those kinds of movies are really good when they are well made by the people behind them.. It's just the fact when you hold this movie up to the likes of Alien, Aliens, Predator, Prey, and some others. You see where the problems are. In a way, I wanna say it almost feels like one of those video game movie adaptations that aren't the most well made. And it's amusing to say that because Anderson is very well known for his Resident Evil movies, and he also made that Monster Hunter movie.

Also, the other thing...the design of the Aliens. I don't like the fact with the film's lower budget, they basically took the designs from Alien Resurrection and just painted them black. Considering this is meant to be before the original Alien. I wish they somehow were able to make the Aliens were more biomechanical, similar to the likes of Big Chap from the original movie. I'm one of those fans that really holds HR Giger's design for the Alien in high regard. And as the years went on, while there are some designs I like. They just haven't been the best. Also, I hate the fact like with later movies, the life cycle just seems to be REALLY fast. They could've fixed the problem that maybe some Aliens were frozen already. But still, the fact this all happens IN A DAY. And the Aliens seems to grow within minutes possibly. I don't know if we get how many hours the characters are in the temple.

Alright, I think I got most of my negatives out of the way. But the last thing I'll say is the movie feels too short...or that's just me. I think I get what someone on Twitter said. Maybe an AVP movie is difficult with the time length. But I don't think a two parter should be needed. Maybe make it longer, even 3 hours.

But alright...time to the positives and well...yeah...

Again, the characters were pretty decent. I stand by that. I again, don't really hate anyone. I also shouldn't forget there was this possible theme of, "Corporations not looking out for the people" was kind of in here. But that's more so Weyland wanting to pretty much rush shit to get into the temple before other people do. But again, the characters were fine, everyone does their part.

And to be honest with you all. The setting and premise of the movie is actually perfect. My problem again is more so the timeline. If you had set this story on a colonized planet that's maybe similar to Earth, or it's an ice related one. I think it would've worked out fine. The whole idea with the pyramid changing every time, the blooding ritual for the Predators, and taking all of that. It's actually perfect. It can be scary; it can be suspenseful. But the film isn't really that. But again, the premise is actually fucking perfect. Especially pyramids/temples in this series aren't a new thing. We had a little bit of it in the 1999 AVP game and even AVP 2010 used it too in its own way.

I still like the idea of the Predators praising the Aliens as the ultimate prey. Or well, one of their favorite prey. And honestly, I legit feel like in this movie, instead of "Serpents", couldn't they have called them "Star Beasts"? I legit feel like that classic name for the original Alien screenplay is so raw, that needs to be an official name for the Alien again.

And you know what I really love? I love the fact from what we see in this movie, the Aliens are pretty damn smart. More so, Grid using his cut off tail to hit Celtic with acid blood, he hides away when Celtic is busy taking off the armor. Or the queen allowing her offspring to injure her to free her from her imprisonment. Even though, I don't think there are more moments. But I actually appreciate that the Aliens are treated as canon fodder. Granted, the humans were more so scientists/explorers. But we have merceries, yet we don't see any of them mowing them down. Granted, I also feel like compared to a Pulse Rifle which I recall has legit EXPLOSIVE ROUNDS. A mere submachine gun or even a regular M4A1 isn't going to kill a regular Alien. And...well, AVP Requiem decided to do things differently.

I will admit, the idea of AVP in modern day intrigues me. But it's pretty much wrong with concerning the Alien timeline. And while I love Aliens, and that movie treats the Aliens still like a threat, even if they can be killed. Big Chap got killed in the original Alien. I just know there are people who genuinely dislike the additions Aliens made even though the film still treated them like a threat. Even this film, the Aliens felt like they were taken seriously. Just like the Predators.

(But seriously, I'm getting tired of the Aliens slander. Big Chap got fucking stabbed with a harpoon gun.)

I actually don't mind the designs of the Predators. My biggest issues are more so the faces. They look less real and convincing and more like a mask. And there's the whole thing with the mandibles. But the more "Heroic" design or well, I want to call it more "Noble" looking armor. Overtime, I started to like it. Granted, I'm more of a fan of the designs of Diablo, Ghost and other Predators from the first two Predator movies. And I felt like Wolf outdoes the designs for the Predators in this film. Yet there's also the fact the more armored look is based upon the designs from the original AVP comic. I like that.

And I like Scar. Even though compared to the original AVP story this movie uses elements of. Scar isn't really a bad character or whatever. And I still genuinely like that development of Scar and Lex teaming up. It's actually done pretty well with not so much words, and more so actions. And to be honest about the people who...REALLY did not like this scene...

I think what makes the scene still work and let me compare the original comic. I think the original comic still works so much better because Dachande/Broken Tusk, compare to his Youngbloods he was going to lead on their ritual. He has never killed a human, and there's actually a build up to him being more of this "Heroic" figure. More so, the fact he's injured, he's captured by humans, but he's cared for by them, more so Miriam. And when Tichinde (An arrogant Bad Blood who assumed leadership of the Youngbloods after they assume Dachande had died) attempts to kill her, he saves her life and helps the humans. The development feels more natural.

Before seeing this movie again. I thought I understood criticisms from people because Scar did kill some of the mercenaries, and he kills Weyland. Like, the idea that Lex after all of that tries to team up with a creature that killed some human beings who may have had families. But she wasn't close with any of those people. Granted, that still sucks, and the way Scar acts is more so he doesn't want to team up with her. Until he gets the idea and well, she earns his respect. The development feels more like it's still treating Scar that he's still dangerous. But he's willing to side with a human that gains his respect. Treating him like an anti-hero, and less of a hero than Dachande.

I just want to say while I totally get the idea that there are fans who hate or don't like the expanded material with Yautja. They don't like the "Space Samurai" I get that. I do think there needs to be a balance. But people like LittleJimmy835 and others treat these films like tumors and just seem to want the Predators to remain well...really sick bastards. Granted, they are, but I like the idea of the species being "Chaotic Neutral". And what they did with Scar is actually pretty fine. Besides, from what I've read in expanded material, most of the species is xenophobic against humans. They're nearly all barbaric. The only really "Heroic" ones I've seen are Dachande, Scarface, (The dude mainly killed a giant criminal empire; he pretty much did the city a favor despite his failures at the start of Concrete Jungle), and the Alpha Predator as well, there are very few "Heroic" Predators. Most are gray or just evil...I need to read about "Big Mama" and how she's like.

Also, Harald Kloser did a pretty fine job with the score.

You know, I just want to complete this. And I think without adding some unnecessary crap I want to talk about. I think said everything I wanted to talk about. But yeah...I liked it. Even though to this day and I still believe the AVP films are better off as their own films and if there is ever another AVP film. I want it to be a reboot if it's going to be connected to the films again. I want something akin to AVP 2 2001. But that's a whole other story.

In a nutshell, 5/10.

Edit update, I want to share my reblog where I talked about what I would've changed about the movie. Where it still keeps the characters of Lex, Scar and Weyland in it. https://www.tumblr.com/geekgemsspooksandtoons/750585975858741248/sorry-this-took-a-while-to-respond-too-but-i?source=share

#aliens vs predator #alien vs predator #predator #yautja #alien #xenomorph

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cultivating-wildflowers · 2 years ago

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Books of 2023 - June

Temporarily broke out of a reading funk by finding some easy sci-fi; but the rest of the series didn't exactly hold up, and I'm back to where I started (behind on my non-fic list, slogging through a good but thick historical fiction, and unable to focus on anything). It may be time for a reread that isn't Narnia.

Total books: 7 | New reads: 6 | 2023 TBR completed: 1 (0 DNF) / 12/25 total | 2023 Reading Goal: 43/50

May | July

#1 - Old Man's War by John Scalzi - 5/5 stars

*obligatory content advisory here: language, violence, and gore on a level with The Murderbot Diaries; sexual content on a level with the World of the Five Gods series (and easy to skip)*

The easiest way for me to describe this book is "Ender's Game but with retirees instead of children". And possibly a little less introspection on the part of our hero, not that I'm complaining.

I snagged a copy of this book from my local used bookstore after a friend heartily recommended it. (Thankfully the dust jacket was missing, because I found what the cover art probably looked like and. No thanks.) When a succession of historical fiction, children's fantasy, and classics left me feeling a little bored, I decided it was time to pick up Old Man's War.

I tore through it inside of 24 hours.

While the main character's voice is a little bland, the writing itself is fantastic: bantering dialogue, masterful strokes of world-building, a good balance of humor and gravity, just enough techno-babble to convey the stakes without bogging down the story, and moments of sincerity that made me tear up. Solid sci-fi all around.

#2 - Jane of Lantern Hill by L.M. Montgomery - 4/5 stars (audio)

Another hit from Montgomery. This one reminded me a lot of The Blue Castle, which was an automatic point in its favor. A straightforward, cozy sort of story; although, knowing it was Montgomery's last book and that she was working on the sequel when she died, I got to the last couple of chapters and really started to fret that we wouldn't get a resolution before "The End". (Spoiler: everything turned out alright.)

#3 - The Ghost Brigades by John Scalzi - 5/5 stars (audio)

This sequel to Old Man's War features a new POV character and a new cast, with a few familiar faces thrown in. I definitely found Jared's POV far more compelling and engaging than John's, but what I really loved were the underlying themes of home and belonging. I also appreciated a deeper dive into technicalities that were understandably brushed over in the first book. It worked well here, with characters who needed that deeper knowledge.

#4 - The Last Colony by John Scalzi - 4/5 stars (audio)

And back to John's POV for most of this one. John is just so...meh. I don't know why but he isn't compelling to me. He feels shallow, maybe?

The story itself is solid as ever and I really liked the conflict. A little predictable, but good all the same.

#5 - Zoe's Tale by John Scalzi - 3/5 stars (audio)

Scalzi's weak point really seems to be his characters. Somehow, despite not actually being related to him, Zoe suffers from the same "just some guy" syndrome as her father John (but not in the way that makes it fun). I think most of it stems from Mr. Scalzi not really knowing how to write teenagers.

As for the book itself? Decidedly meh. It's a retelling of the story from the previous book, told from the POV of John's adopted daughter. About 75% of the book tells about Zoe's experiences while her parents are trying to keep their new colony from collapsing, sprinkled here and there with details we didn't get in The Last Colony.

And it's frickin' boring. It feels plain old lazy, like Scalzi finished his trilogy and then had all these ideas of things he wished he'd added to The Last Colony, so he went back and added them in, and then swore the POV character and her friends to secrecy so it didn't look like retconning.

But hey, I got a title that starts with "Z" for my alphabet book challenge, so? (Also if anyone sees this, this is the book with the unhugging.)

#6 - The Magician's Nephew by C.S. Lewis - 5/5 stars (reread)

I never noticed before this reread exactly how much Lewis loved the dynamic of "snarky boy and girl thrown into an adventure where half of their mistakes are because they're stubborn and the other half because they're showing off". Eustace and Jill, Aravis and Shasta, and now Digory and Polly.

This installment shot up into second place on my list of favorite Narnia books. There are so many little things to admire here, and so many intriguing questions it opens up for the world of Narnia. (Where did the Lady of the Green Kirtle come from if she was one of Jadis's race? What happened to the toffee tree? What happened to the guarding apple tree? Why don't we see more pegasuses in the other books? If Frank and Helen's kids married nymphs and dryads and the like...I don't really know what the question is but I have one.)

#7 - Ahab by E.B. Dawson - 3/5 stars ('23 TBR)

"It is the nature of man to fight his enemies. If none are readily available, he will create them for himself."

I would like to start by saying I've never read Moby Dick and possess only a passing understanding of the plot. So as for how this retelling holds up to and honors the original? No idea.

It had a strong opening that carried through to about the 40% mark, but after the first major confrontation the pace eased up and I got distracted for...well, several weeks. At that point it was easy to get back into, but somewhere around the 70% mark things switched gears and the ending felt incredibly rushed. Who are all of these new characters? Wait, this specific issue is what we should be focusing on? The final confrontation is happening NOW? And then the epilogue, which…again, felt rushed.

I loved the broad strokes of the worldbuilding and I liked what was happening with the characters, but it seemed like we needed a little more time to process a rush of information near the end and fully understand the stakes; or maybe when the pace eased up at the 40% point, we needed that time to learn the true stakes and character motivations, instead of taking a romance subplot sidetrack (which I wanted to like but, again: not enough time). Overall, it felt incomplete.

My only other complaint was that the dialogue was kind of stiff. I definitely skimmed a lot of that.

DNF

Synapse by Steven James - Talk about heavy-handed spiritual themes. They were Mjolnir-heavy, and I only got 3% of the way in before stopping.

World-building was clunky rather than organic, and not at all eased by general exposition. "There was an explosion. Ok, now that I have your attention, lemme info-dump on you about everything that looks different here compared to your world and time." (Side note: will someone please give us more sci-fi/futuristic stories where the main characters go "don't ask me how nano tech works; I'm in customer service!")

The search for tolerable modern Christian spec fic continues.

#2023 reading list #mine #I can't believe I spelled Mjolnir correctly the first time #minus the fancy ö but that can be forgiven #Old Man's War #The Ghost Brigades #The Last Colony #Zoe's Tale #John Scalzi #Jane of Lantern Hill #L.M. Montgomery #The Magician's Nephew #C.S. Lewis #Ahab #E.B. Dawson

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inevitably-johnlocked · 2 years ago

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Five Fics Friday: February 3/23

Happy Friday, everyone! Hope you enjoy the selection of fics I’ve picked for you this week, and hopefully I’ll have another list ready on Sunday! :D Enjoy!

RECENT MFLs

The Watson Files by KtwoNtwo (G, 9,409+ w., 19/30 Ch. || James Bond Fusion || Tags to Be Added) – You might think that MI 6 would not bother to keep a file on a mild mannered ex-army doctor with a medical discharge. You’d be wrong. A series of snippets (1,000 words or less) involving John H. Watson, ex RAMC which may or may not be found the above mentioned file. Part 7 of 2.5 Holmes'

Hinder-Them Holmes by breathesomeday (T, 19,485 w., 1 Ch. || Wreck-It Ralph Fusion / Gaming AU || Angst, Fluff) – “My name is Sherlock Holmes and I’m a bad guy.”

The Key to Castles in the Air by LadyKailitha (T, 34,365 w., 21 Ch. || Author AU || Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Bratty Sherlock, Damaged Sherlock, Romance, Shop Clerk/Writer John) – John is a clerk (and writing a book on the side) at a bookshop run by Mrs Hudson. The one downside to this perfect job is Sherlock Darling, Mrs Hudson's friend who loves to rile John up. About everything.All that changes when they are forced to spend a week together in the country when bad weather hits. Sherlock's got secrets. What will John do once he finds them out?

That’s The Way The Cookie Crumbles by Assorted Authors (T, 37,904+ w., 17/? Ch. || Assorted Standalone Stories, Varying Tags) – A bunch of Sherlock fic authors enjoy a fantastic dinner of dim sum in San Francisco, complete with fortune cookies, and agree to each write a fic based on their cookie aphorisms. These are the results. Tags will be added as new chapters are posted, and each chapter is a standalone story.

I, Vampire Series by Rector (T, 210,958+ w. across 2 works || Vampire AU || Mycroft-centric) – Mycroft Holmes sits at the epicentre of everything British, the man at the clandestine heart of Government whose unspoken quest is to defeat all that dares threaten his self-appointed national responsibility. He has held the role of secret defender for a very long time; as a Chief of Boudica’s armies, as spy to the royal courts of medieval Europe and éminence grise in World War II. Warrior. Protector. Vampire.

#johnlock fic recs #five fics friday #my fic recs

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lgg5989 · 3 years ago

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Church Encounters Chapter 11

Hey guys! Thanks to everyone for your continued support of this fic, @barbiewritesstuff and I are having a great time writing it. She is posting this on her tumblr as well so jump over and give her a like or a comment. We have had a few requests for side drabbles and stuff about these characters and we will be happy to answer them! Just send us asks :)

You can find the previous chapters on my Masterlist, and you can read the whole series so far on my Ao3! I made the moodboard, I hope you enjoy it! :D

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PS. If Glen is reading this, do you like it so far?

Tagging: @roosterscock @sydneyhlove

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Why are you calling?” was the first thing Gio said when he picked up the phone. No hello, no nothing. Jake understood why he was panicking, he never usually called, but the fear in his brother’s voice was making things so much worse.

He had woken up from another nightmare. He’d been having them nightly since the mission. Before that, it was only once or twice a week with some variety, but for the past month it had been the same every night. One minute he’s flying, happy in the air, chatting over comms and the next he’s just another body bag, laying on the cold hard floor of the aircraft carrier’s refrigerated room. Then, there’s a flag and a funeral. The Admiral gives it to his mother, while you look on, tears streaming down your cheeks, a hand clasped to your mouth. That’s where it ends, most nights, sometimes Jake gets treated to seeing you stare at the label Jake made for your hat, the label you will never sew in, because he never got the chance to even ask.

But whatever version of the nightmare he sees, the wake up is always the same. The pain in his chest, the cold sweat, the inability to breathe. At some point the panic attacks had become a friend, because it meant the night had ended and he would get to see you again.

Jake unlocked his phone and called Coyote, like he did most nights. It rang, and it rang, and it rang, and no one picked up. He needed to talk to someone. Unfortunately that someone couldn’t be you, he didn’t want you to worry over him for something so stupid as whether or not he asked you to marry him yet.

His phone buzzed with a message he had been ignoring for days now. Gio had been regularly updating the family on their brand new baby Bianca, and he hadn’t been responding. Three days ago, his brother had finally shot him an, “Are you okay,” text. Trying to control his breathing, and completely forgetting the time, Jake pushed the call button.

“Jake? Are you okay? Do you need help?” Gio asked again, speaking slowly in the receiver.

“Fine, fine. Panic -- talk to me -- at me --” he managed to stutter out between hyperventilated breaths. John shuffled around on the other end of the call and Jake could imagine him turning around the nursery, trying to figure out what to do. Unable to think of something, John recited the Our Father until his brother’s breath calmed down.

“Sorry about that, I didn’t want to call but my usual guy is busy,” Jake said, trying to steady his voice.

“Your usual guy?” John asked, sounding concerned, “Jake, how often does this happen?”

Jake let out a sigh, “Often enough.”

“Do you need to talk?” John asked tentatively. A baby cooed on his brother’s side of the call.

“No, not near a kid,” Jake said, John shuffled again and Jake heard a door shut.

“I’m alone now. You can talk,” his brother replied.

“It’s fine, I’m fine, don’t worry about me,” Jake started, “Actually… Maybe talking’s good. It’s -- I don’t know where to start.”

“Why did you have a panic attack? Maybe start there?” John asked, his voice sounding concerned.

“Erm, I had a nightmare. We -- err -- we had a mission not too long ago. Y/n was a spare, I was leading, it was going okay until it wasn’t you know,” Jake said, trying to sound vague, “My plane was shot. Not too badly but I was down to one engine and I had no landing gear. It’s nothing they don’t prepare us for,” he added.

“But…” John prompted.

Jake breathed a shaky breath, “But, I almost died. I could have died and it’s only the grace of the Lord that made it so that I didn’t. And if I had died, I would have left Y/n by herself, to deal with a grief she shouldn’t have to deal with, you know?” Jake had started sobbing, “She’d get nothing if I died, Gio. Nothing. Mom would get the flag and the stuff I have in my locker at work, and Y/n would get nothing. It’s not fucking fair. It’s not -- I don’t want to die like this. I have done a lot of things I regret in my life and I don’t want to add to that list by dying without proposing.”

Gio stayed quiet for a moment, processing the words he had just said, “Are you going to die, Bambino?” he asked, speaking in a tearful voice that matched Jake’s.

“There’s always a possibility, yeah,” Jake breathed into the receiver.

There was a pause before he asked another question, “Is she going to die, Bambino?”

Jake didn’t reply. He heard his brother release a sob on the other end, “I say you do it then, I say you propose. You love her, she loves you. Who gives a shit that it hasn’t been long? The Good Lord doesn’t, otherwise he would have given you both nice, safe jobs. Jacob, if the Lord wanted you to wait, he would have made you both accountants, but he didn’t. So I say go for it,” Gio said.

“Okay,” Jake whispered into the phone “Thank you.”

“Jake, I’m sorry. I didn’t think -- I didn’t realise things were so dangerous,” Gio said, “Do you often get shot at?”

“No, not too often,” Jake said, shrugging his shoulders, “Sometimes it happens.”

“Have you ever shot at a plane?” Gio asked.

Jake stayed quiet, because if he answered, he knew what the next question would be. Sadly for Jake, not answering didn’t seem to matter, because the next question came anyway.

“Bambino, have you ever killed someone?” John asked after a moment of silence.

“Yes,” Jake answered, his body shaking with silent sobs.

He could feel another panic attack coming on as silence reigned over the call. Jake’s breaths became faster, more laboured, the pain in his chest returned and his hands started shaking. He could feel it, in a minute, his brother would call him a murderer. Gio would tell him he didn’t love him anymore, that he was a monster and he was never --

“I’m sorry,” Gio said quietly, “I love you. I’m sorry you had to do that. You’re a good man, Jacob. I’m sure the Lord put you in this position for a reason, I can’t say I understand or that I ever will but I know He has a plan for you. I’m sorry you had to go through that all the same. I don’t know how I can help, but if you ever want to talk about it, I’ll be here.”

Jake was struck speechless, his tears from earlier drying on his cheeks and he wiped them away, “Thanks John, I’ll call again if I need to, you…you don’t know what this means to me.”

“I’ll always be there for you bambino,” he heard his brother’s deep voice say, “Now try to get some more sleep okay?”

“Okay,” Jake said, “Love you brother.”

“I love you too little brother, talk soon,” Jake heard John say before he hung up the phone.

Laying back in his bed, he tucked his hands behind his head, taking a few deep breaths. He felt lighter now that he had confessed what he had done to John, and he felt more confident in his idea to propose. With thoughts of you in a white dress flowing through his mind, Jake fell into a dreamless sleep.

—

Sunday mass came up on you quickly, the week flying by in a blur of training hops and workouts. Jake had been acting strangely since he received news of his promotion, but you hadn’t wanted to push him about what had been bothering him. He picked you up for mass at his usual time, his eyes looking a bit bloodshot and tired.

You had cupped his cheek, concern in your eye, and asked, “Are you doing alright?”

He replied with a small smile and a simple, “Yes, baby.”

Leaving it at that, you let him start the truck and take you to church. This week, you were trying something new. Jake had a youth ministry meeting after mass and he had asked if you wanted to sit at the front with him today. Since he had been sitting in the back of the church with you for several months now, you agreed, there had to be some kind of balance every now and then.

Positioned at the end of the pew, Jake held your hand for most of the mass, and still gave you a kiss on the cheek as he said, “Peace be with you.”

Once mass was over, he split off from you to have his meeting. While you waited in the greeting hall of the church, you spotted a list of sign ups for people in the parish. On it were a few different activities coming up that needed volunteers, and one of them was the church’s annual fair.

The proceeds from the fair went towards supporting the church’s food pantry and the activities they did for the community through the year. As you flipped through the pamphlet, you saw that they needed volunteers for the concession stand. There were two slots left on the last day, which was scheduled for next Saturday night. Pulling a pen out of your purse, you wrote in Jake’s name on one slot and yours on the other. On the contact line, you wrote both of your phone numbers. Hopefully Jake wouldn’t mind that you made the plans but you figured it was a good way to get involved in the community.

Making your way out to his truck, you opened the tailgate, hopping up to sit on it before pulling the pins from your hair. You folded your chapel veil up carefully before tucking it into your purse. Pulling out the book that you were currently reading, Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, you settled into reading getting lost in the world of Nazi occupied Guernsey and Juliet’s letters.

Too enthralled in your book, you hadn’t realised that Jake was out of his meeting until he was pressing up against your crossed legs, “Hey mia cara,” he said lowly, pressing a kiss to your head.

You looked up at him, dog earring the page that you were on before slipping the book back into your puse, “Hey handsome, you ready for some breakfast?”

“Always, what are you making today?” he asked, as he helped you off the tailgate and slammed it shut.

“It’s a surprise!” you said excitedly, as the two of you climbed into the truck.

Jake let out a small laugh, “I can’t wait, I’m sure it’ll be delicious.”

The ride home was pleasant, as was the breakfast you had prepared, a traditional quiche. It was while you were eating that you mentioned the fair to Jake, “Oh just so you know, I signed both of us up to volunteer at the fair. I’m sorry I didn’t ask earlier but we have been free the past couple of weekends and I thought it was a good way for your kiddos to see you involved in the church.”

“That sounds great baby,” Jake said smiling, “What did you sign us up for?”

“The concession stand, we get to man the popcorn and drinks stations,” you said with a smile.

“Which one am I doing?” Jake asked, giving you a look.

“Well drinks, but that’s only because you are so big and strong honey, I’m sure you can handle it,” you replied, your voice teasing.

Jake hummed, “Well, when you put it like that..” he said smiling.

You laughed at him, smacking his arm gently, “Like you need your ego inflated any more.”

“I’m always happy to hear you add to it,” he said, pulling you down into his lap as you tried to take the dishes to the sink. Gently he guided your mouth to his, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. The skirt you had worn to church was a flowy chiffon and you could feel his strong thighs flexing beneath you. Raking your hands through his gelled hair, you pulled him even closer to you. Jake let out a groan as he broke the kiss, “Thank you for breakfast.”

“Of course, anything for you,” you said, placing one last gentle peck on his lips before standing and taking the dishes to the sink.

The rest of the day went how many Sundays did, you both changed into more comfortable clothes and sat down to bible study for an hour or so before turning on a movie or going on a walk. Today, you noticed that Jake seemed a bit agitated, he was bouncing his leg under the table and tapping his pen against his chin or the pages of the journal that you had gotten him, which he never did.

You had been re-reading the same line in your bible for five minutes before you couldn’t take any more of his tapping, reaching out, you put your hand on top of his pen. Jake looked up at you confused, and you asked, “What’s wrong? Don’t hide from me.”

“I…um…” he started, rubbing the back of his head with his hand, looking down at the table, “Well, I just, after what happened. On the last mission. I just…I can’t live without you,” he said.

You looked at him confused, “Why would you have to live without me?”

“It’s not that necessarily, I just keep thinking…what if something happened to me? What if those bullets had done more damage to my plane, or what if I hadn’t gotten out of the cockpit in time? I just, I can’t leave you here knowing that I didn’t do all that I could to make you mine,” he said quietly.

Leaning towards him, you tried to meet his eyes, “What do you mean make me yours? I am yours, since day one of this I have been yours.”

“But legally, you’re not,” Jake said, and realisation dawned on you then, “But I don’t want to pressure you into anything, you are your own person and you don’t belong to me or anything like that. It’s just that thought that if I die, we wouldn’t have our chance together, as man and wife, as a family, and that scares me more than the dying part.”

“Jacob Seresin, is this seriously how you are asking me to marry you?” you asked him, trying to keep some sort of neutral expression over your face. The look on his face was priceless, you couldn’t remember a time that he had looked so scared in all your life. Before he could say anything, you continued, “I love you, but I am a good Catholic lady, and you have to ask me properly, on one knee and everything,” you finished, a teasing smile spread over your face.

The colour returned to Jake’s face and he let out a laugh, “You had me worried there for a minute darlin’,” he said, pushing a deep breath out of his mouth.

“I’ll say yes as long as you do it right,” you told him, placing a kiss on his cheek.

Taking your hand into his, he asked, “Well what is the right way then?”

“You’ve got to ask permission, you need a ring, and I need you down on one knee. How else can you show your total love and devotion besides kneeling to the best WSO there ever was?” you asked him.

Laughing, Jake brought your hand to his mouth, brushing a kiss across your knuckles, “Well then mia cara, your wish is my command.”

You felt a blush spread across your cheeks as you looked at him, “Also, the wedding has to be Catholic, but I figured you knew that already.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” Jake said, pulling you towards him and into a kiss.

Now that he wasn’t vibrating with anxiety, you both returned to your studies, smiles on your faces.

----

Jake loved you and the thought that he could have died without putting a ring on your finger and making you his, scared him more than the thought of dying did. While you had only been dating for nine months, he knew that you were the one he wanted to marry, and he hoped that you felt the same, because he couldn’t wait any longer to start making plans to propose.

It had all become more evident to him over the past few weeks after he received his promotion. The two of you had been enjoying lazy weekends together filled with bible studies, cooking, Mass, and binge watching shitty TV on your couch. He loved every moment he spent with you the big ones, the bad ones, and the everyday ones. He wasn’t willing to risk missing any of them any longer.

“Can I help you, Jake?” Cyclone asked as soon as he walked up to his office and spotted him waiting right next to the door.

The lack of proper military title in the question hadn’t been lost on Jake, and neither was the absolutely exhausted look the Admiral was sporting. The week had been long and hard, a mission had failed on Tuesday and by Friday they were hauling body bags out of a carrier. A twenty man mission and four returned, three of them injured.

Cyclone waved him into the office, he sat himself down at his desk and opened a drawer where he took out a fifth of bourbon and a glass. He poured the contents of the bottle into the glass, filling it about halfway up and brought it up to his lips.

“If you’re here about --” Cyclone started.

“I’m here to ask for Y/n’s hand in marriage, sir,” Jake said, not even giving the Admiral time to finish speaking.

“No. Nope, not happening. You aren’t doing this here, you aren’t doing this now. You are not making me cry in my office, at work,” Cyclone put the glass down and jumped up from his chair. He walked to the coat rack by the door on which he had hung his coat and fished his phone out of one of the pockets. He unlocked it and typed something on the screen before turning his attention back to Jake, “You can both come for dinner tonight, you can ask then.”

“Sir,” Jake confirmed with a nod. He turned to leave, before his hand reached the door handle, Cyclone stopped him.

“Did she tell you to ask me?” Cyclone asked, stopping Jake in the doorway.

“No, sir,” Jake replied, “But you’re supposed to ask the father.”

“I know,” Cyclone said, “I know. I just -- I didn’t think -- I didn’t think she was serious about calling me Dad,” he finished quietly.

“Sir?” Jake asked.

“I’ve always considered them my girls, Jake, but I didn’t think they actually considered me their father. I thought -- I thought maybe they were just trying this Dad thing out,” Admiral Simpson admitted before taking a swig of his bourbon, “In all honesty, I keep waking up scared that they’ll stop.”

“Having a dad ain’t something you can stop, sir. It’s like the Bible says, ‘He will turn the hearts of the fathers to their children, and the hearts of the children to their fathers,’ their hearts have been turned to you and yours to them. Nothing’s breaking you apart now,” Jake said, his hand still on the handle.

“How is it you always know just what to say, Seresin?” the Admiral smiled, “I’m happy you’re my kids’ minister, they’re growing up to be wonderful people,” he said, Jake felt himself blush. Cyclone chuckled, “And how on earth do you know so much about dinosaurs? The girls always come home telling us something new about triceratopses, T-rexes or velociraptors…”

“Big Jurassic Park fan,” Jake admitted, a large smile etched upon his own face.

Jake finally pushed the handle down and walked out of the office. He got out his phone and shot you a text, informing you of the dinner plans before his phone buzzed in his hands with a message from an unknown number, “Seven pm sharp. Don’t be late.”

----

Jake had been to the Admiral’s house once before and while he knew the way he was happy you were there to guide him. Cyclone had texted you telling you where to park twenty minutes before they let you go. You had both gone back to yours to shower and get ready, Jake had packed a neat button up shirt and a pair of slacks inside of his duffel bag, wrapped in a plastic bag to avoid them reeking of Naval training induced sweat.

“Do I look okay?” he asked you, checking his shirt for creases and quickly redoing his hair in the mirror.

You chuckled a little, “Baby, you look fine. I know you’re nervous, but this is just dinner, yeah? Nothing special. Everything will be fine,” you smiled at him.

He let out a nervous laugh, “Yeah, you’re right. It’s just dinner.”

You opened the passenger door and slid out of Jake’s truck while he picked up the bag you had on the back seat. He handed you the bouquet you had bought for Elisabeth and you both walked up the steps. Jake rang the doorbell with a slightly shaky finger. The door swung open immediately to reveal Peter with a toothy grin.

“I hope you like barbecue,” he said, bowing low as he welcomed you and Jake inside the house, “Leave your shoes on, we’re eating outside,” he said, seeing you bend down to remove your heels.

You entered the living room undisturbed but Jake was assaulted by grinning children almost as soon as he stepped over the doorway. The girls attacked his legs with hugs, almost hitting their head on the bag, while Matthew hugged Jake’s midriff so tightly you were sure it knocked the breath out of him.

“Jake, can you play Mario Kart with us later?” Peter asked, prying his brother away from your boyfriend

“Sure, if you don’t mind losing. Again,” he winked.

The church had recently purchased a TV for Sunday school to allow teachers and youth ministers to set up movies for the children to watch. It had been meant as an educational purpose or a way to let the children wait for their parents to pick them up without too much ruckus, but that had flown out of the window two days after its purchase when Bob hooked up a console to it. Since then, a cut throat Mario Kart competition had been taking place that Jake had yet to lose.

“Now, now, let the poor guy in. Let him eat before you make him entertain you,” Elisabeth appeared from the kitchen carrying a bowl of salad. She deposited it onto the dining room table and turned towards Jake, with one clap of her hands, all three of the girls let go of his legs and Jake found himself to be a free man once again.

“These are for you,” you said, handing Elisabeth the flowers.

She smiled warmly at you, “Darling, these are beautiful. Thank you so much,” she said, cupping your face with one hand and bringing you closer to kiss the top of your head.

Jake fished the bottle of red wine from the bag, “This is for you too,” Elisabeth put the flowers down on the table and smiled appreciatively. She grabbed the bottle and with her spare hand patted him on the arm.

Jake’s blood ran cold. She knew. Cyclone had told her and she knew.

If he hadn’t been nervous before he certainly was now. He looked around at Peter and Matthew, trying to figure out if they knew too but the boys were too engrossed in an argument about who was the fastest reader that they weren’t paying any attention to anyone but themselves.

“Honey, are you okay?” you asked, Jake tried to swallow the ball of nerves that had firmly lodged itself inside of his throat.

Jake opened his mouth to speak, but Elisabeth saved him, “I bet you’re starving!” she said, clapping her hands together “You’ll have to forgive my stalling, Beau isn’t finished getting ready yet,” she added, Elisabeth turned to you, “He takes ever so much time in the bathroom, sometimes I wonder if he’s not doing it just to get a rise out of me.”

“I would never, Darling,” Admiral Simpson’s voice rang throughout the house as he descended the stairs. He had washed away the hair gel he sported on base and applied a fresh coat, styling it much more naturally like he did for church. He matched Jake in his neat white button-up, black slacks and nice shoes, the only differentiating item being the watch. Cyclone had received a rolex from Elisabeth three years ago and had not ceased wearing it outside of base since.

He crossed the distance between you and him, hugging you tightly and kissing your forehead before moving over to Jake. Cyclone, much to Jake’s surprise, was a hugger. You could see the slight shock on your boyfriend’s face as the Admiral opened his arms and embraced him, patting him on the back, “You okay, kid, you seem tense?” he asked, and you swore you saw Beau wink.

“I don’t think Jake’s a hugger,” Elisabeth said, taking her husband’s hand and moving him away a little.

“You’re right. I’m sorry Jake, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” Cyclone said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I see why Bob and him get along so well, Jake thought. Both men revelled in making other people miserable for their own amusement. Bob hadn’t eased up since their conversation in Texas, he had taken a sick sort of pleasure in making a ‘waiting for marriage’ joke whenever Jake refused anything. At least Bob had the decency to say it low enough no one would hear and never in front of you.

“It’s all good. I’m not used to it, that’s all,” Jake replied.

“Well, now that everyone is here, why don’t you get started on the grill,” Elisabeth said, ushering her husband outside with her eldest boy.

Once the meat had been grilled and their plates crowded with as many sides as they possibly could, they sat down to eat on the patio. It was a beautiful night, the sun had gone down early, leaving them under the night’s sky, the dinner party only lit by fairy lights strung around the garden.

“Y/n dear, could you help me put the girls to bed?” Elisabeth asked you right as you polished off what was left of your place, “We can have dessert after they fall asleep.”

You nodded, standing up from your chair and following Elisabeth inside to herd the girls into their bedroom.

“So,” Cyclone said, leaning back on his chair,“I believe you had a question.”

“Yes,” Jake replied, feeling his heart beat faster and a nervous blush creep up his neck. It suddenly felt very hot, “I wanted to ask for permission -- I wanted to know if -- I would like to ask for Y/n’s hand in marriage.”

Cyclone stayed quiet as Jake gathered his thoughts, “I had a speech prepared, just to try and convince you, but it just seems so fake now… Look, I’m here to ask for Y/n’s hand in marriage for no other reason than I love her. I am so in love with her and it feels a little weird telling you this, but it’s the truth. She’s an amazing woman, she is kind, she is caring, she’s so generous and wonderful, and she keeps me grounded. I never have to doubt if she loves me and I want to make sure she never doubts that I feel the same,”

“I don’t know what I have done to please the Lord enough that he decided to bestow Y/n upon me but I don’t want to lose any time with her. Our line of work isn’t always conducive towards long life expectancies and I don’t know how much time I have with your daughter so I want to make the best of it. I want to try, in the limited amount of time I have been given to walk upon this earth, to give her the life she deserves. I want to give her the big white church wedding, the kids and the nice house, but all that, I’m afraid, starts with your blessing,” Jake finished.

“And what if I refuse?” Cyclone asked

Jake hummed, ��Well, if you refuse, I may have to let Y/n know you swerved to hit that puddle on purpose. She’s still furious about that, by the way. Apparently the stains won’t come out,” he replied, looking at his superior officer with a shit eating grin.

On that day, before he jumped in front of you to try and protect you from the murky brown waters of the puddle, Jake had briefly made eye contact with Cyclone through the windshield. It hadn’t been long, but it had been enough to see the man turn the wheel to hit the water. Jake had kept that fact close to his heart, ready to use whenever it was needed. He’d grown up with John, Tony and Maria, blackmail was a skill necessary for his survival.

Cyclone looked at him for a long while, mouth slightly ajar in surprise before his lips curled slightly upwards in a shocked smile. He let out a breathy laugh and nodded in defeat. Jake stood up and vanished inside for a minute before coming back with the shopping bag he had carried the bottle of wine in. He fished out a plastic bag, wrapped firmly around a set of books.

“I’m thinking of quitting the youth ministry,” Jake admitted, “Not immediately, just when we get married,” he added quickly when he saw Cyclone’s surprised face, “but I know your girls will need a daily supply of dinosaur facts to keep them happy. So, here are my favourite books. You’ll need to study up,” he continued, pushing the bag towards the Admiral.

“You won’t be needing them?” Cyclone asked, with a smile.

“I know them by heart,” Jake replied, “They like the Brachiosaurus best. You’ll find them in chapter six of the biggest book.”

Cyclone fished the book out from the middle of the pile. As he cracked open the cover, Elisabeth walked out holding a large glass tray of tiramisu, you followed a minute behind, holding a bottle of wine and a bottle of soda. Peter and Matthew were called to the table as soon as dessert had been cut up and served and wine glasses had been refilled.

The boys practically inhaled the dessert and soon demanded seconds, as much as Jake would have liked another slice, he was out to make a good impression especially since Cyclone had yet to answer. As soon as the tray had been polished clean Peter asked for the promised Mario Kart rematch he had apparently trained for and Jake followed him into the living room where they had already booted up the console. Jake took his sweet time getting comfortable on the sofa, he stretched his arms, cracked his knuckles and his neck to make the boys laugh. Finally, his pre-game prep completed, he gave the go ahead for the race.

The four track tournament the boys had decided on started with Jake’s incontestable victory on Grumble Volcano . Matthew had started losing by the second race, but Peter had bravely held on til the last track. Once the game loaded up Rainbow Road, Jake’s favourite track, it had been the beginning of the end for the eldest Simpson child. They were nearing the last turn of the last lap when Cyclone had entered the living room and bent low on the back of the sofa.

“Just remember I am yet to give my blessing, Jacob,” he whispered into Jake’s ear, forgetting the blackmail material he had revealed earlier in the evening, Jake drove Mario straight off of the edge of the road.

“Beau! You did not just do that?!” Elisabeth walked into the house with a stack of plates and the empty tiramisu tray, “Unbelievable!” she whispered, “Jacob, in the kitchen please, I’d like a word.”

Jacob rose from the couch, shooting a grinning Cyclone the most evil glare he could manage and followed Elisabeth into the home’s small kitchen.

“Don’t pay him any mind, Jacob. He’s just toying with you,” She said, opening up the dishwasher. Jake grabbed the stack of plates and cutlery off of the counter and helped fill the machine. Once done and the door closed again, Elisabeth brought her hands to her hips and looked him in the eye, “So, have you already bought the ring?”

“No, I figured I should ask for permission first,” he replied. She gave him an approving nod, before dumping dish soap in the sink and filling it with water. Elisabeth handed him a tea towel as she dunked her hands in the searing water and began washing dishes.

“You should call her sisters.They’ll know what she wants,” she said, handing him something to dry.

“Right,” Jake said, “How do you know that?” he asked.

“Because that’s what Beau did,” she replied, shrugging.

“You knew?” Cyclone asked, suddenly appearing behind the corner.

Jake saw on his face that the man had clearly thought his sisters-in-law to be steel traps, incapable of betraying his secret. He wouldn’t be making this mistake, he had met Annie twice so far and she had already divulged half of the secrets she knew to him with nothing to help but a bottle of wine. He just hoped that when he asked, Jake would be able to stall her long enough to give himself time to propose.

“Obviously. What, did you think I thought you bought me the exact ring I wanted in the right size without doing any snooping or questioning?” Elisabeth chuckled, seeing her husband’s shocked face, she pulled her hands out of the water and dried them on the towel Jake was holding. She walked up to the Admiral and cupped his face in her hands, gently pecking his lips, “Cassie told me three hours after you called,” she added, “Why don’t you help Jake with the washing up, I’ll entertain your sons with Y/N.”

Both men watched Elisabeth walk away, stopping by the radio and turning it on to the local station before joining you and the kids on the couch. Cyclone rolled up his sleeves and replaced his wife at the sink.

“It’s a yes, obviously,” Cyclone eventually said as he washed up the last dish, Jake raised an eyebrow, “For the blessing. I’m happy you asked, but it was entirely unnecessary. It was always going to be a yes. I might have had to think about it if it was anyone else, but for you there’s no hesitation.”

“Thank you,” he replied.

“Jake, can I give you a tip? Stop selling yourself short,” Cyclone said, putting a damp hand on his shoulder, Jake opened his mouth to say something but Cyclone interrupted, “Stop. I know you’re going to deny it, but we both know that cocky exterior is a facade. Look, the truth is you’re a clever guy, a fantastic pilot, and an amazing youth minister and I know you’ll be an even better husband and father. Just relax, enjoy what you have. You deserve it.”

“Sir,” Jake replied, staring at the dishes in front of him, trying to hold in the tears bubbling up behind his eyes.

“And for the love of everything Holy, if we’re going to be family, stop calling me sir, or Admiral. It’s Beau,” Cyclone chuckled.

The washing up done and tidied away, the two men walked out of the kitchen just as the last few bars of To The Guys Who Date My Girls by Thomas Rhett floated through the air.

“And now for something a little faster. I hope you all enjoy this next song, it’s a personal favourite,” the local radio presenter announced. His voice died down and Hardwood Floors by Charles Wesley Godwin began. Cyclone turned the volume up a little.

“Do you remember the last time we danced to that?” he asked Elisabeth.

She laughed, “Yes, Mr. Two Left Feet, I remember.”

“Hey, give him a break, a two-step’s harder than it looks,” Jake said, “Y/N, shall we show them how it's done?”

“I..I can’t dance a two-step,” you said, looking at Jake like he was crazy.

“No, but I can and I’m leading,” Jake said with a goofy smile on his face.

Taking your right hand in his left, you settled your left hand on his right shoulder, "Ready?" he asked you.

"As I'll ever be," you replied with a smile. Then he started moving, two fast steps back and two slow steps forward, pushing you out he spun you before pulling you back to him, your front pressed against his as he continued the dance.

Jake's deep voice singing the song to you as he continued dancing, "Let's warm up these hardwood floors, And tonight I'll see you spin around. Take my hand, honey, let's just dance, And pretend there ain't nobody else in town…"

Cyclone and Elizabeth tried for all their worth to follow Jake's movements but they couldn't keep up with the Texas native's Texan Two-Step moves.

"Alright Jake, we get that you're a cowboy," Beau said, laughing as he pulled Elizabeth into a slow waltz to the music.

Everyone laughed at his comment, "I don't know about that, but I'll take it," Jake said, smiling down at you. You continued dancing and Jake asked, just for you to hear, “Am I a cowboy darlin’?”

“Best one I’ve ever seen,” you said, letting out a little laugh, you could feel his chest vibrate with his own. Jake pressed a kiss to your forehead just as the song ended. The two of you said your goodbyes and Jake took you home.

He seemed excited about something, but you weren’t sure what it was. You laid down to sleep, content with how the night had gone, Cyclone seemed to be warming up to Jake and you couldn’t be happier. With thoughts of his hands dancing over your back as you danced, you fell into a deep sleep.

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